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aimless-imagines-for-fun · 3 years

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Thin Walls

Pairing :: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, NSFW/Smut, Masturbation(M&F), Oral(M Reciving)

Word Count :: 2,707

Summary :: The walls in your apartment are thinner than you thought

A/N ::

The first time Bucky heard your light pants and stifled moans through the thin walls of your shared apartment complex, he couldn’t believe his ears. Whenever he saw you, you acted charming and innocent. You were always kind to him when you saw each other in the hallway or on the rare occasions you saw each other outside of your apartments. You had a sweet smile, and a soft voice when you spoke to him, almost shy.

When he heard the soft pants through the wall, he couldn’t help but press his ear against the wall, unsure of what was going on. He thought you were having a nightmare until he heard how you quietly moaned and your breathing picked up.

Bucky knew listening to you was wrong, but then images of you touching yourself began flashing in his mind. He pictured you laying back on your bed in nothing, your legs spread as your hand-worked effortlessly to please yourself. You had two fingers disappearing in your wet cunt repeatedly as you fingered yourself, curling them to press against a sensitive spot. With the hand that wasn’t in you, you were massaging your breast, pinching and rolling the nipple between your fingers.

“Ngh! Ah!” Your panting grew before finally slowing down.

‘Did she make herself cum?’ Bucky wondered, his dick twitching at the thought.

About a week later, Bucky heard the same lewd noises through the wall. Again, he couldn’t help himself and listened to you.

This time, the images that ran through his head were far more invasive. His dick grew hard as he imagined you rubbing your clit slowly, looking at him with pleading eyes.

“Bucky, please.”

He pulled his ear away but didn’t leave. He leaned his head back against the wall, hand wandered down to his sweats, pulling out his hardening shaft. Slowly, his hand ran up and down his length, your sweet muffled voice coming through the wall and encouraging him to keep going.

From the sounds of you desperately trying not to moan aloud as you masturbated, he could tell you were far needier than last time. ‘Still trying to act innocent?’

“Ah!” From your breathing picking up, Bucky was sure you had just made yourself cum.

His grip around his cock tightened, wondering how your wet cunt would tighten around him when you came.

Your breathing picked up again and you hummed in delight.

“Fuck, you’re a desperate girl aren’t you? Trying to cum twice,” He muttered to himself.

His breathing hitched and cock twitched, swearing that he heard the soft sucking sound of wet messy pussy as you continued to pump quickly.

Once precum started to trickle out, Bucky used his thumb to smear it across the head before stroking back down to his tightening ballsack. His hard dick was growing swollen, eager to cum all due to you. No longer able to contain your pleasure, he finally heard your moans and he could tell you were going to cum again soon.

He started thrusting his hips with each downward stroke, an image of you kneeling before him popping in his mind. Your mouth was open, moans escaping you as you rubbed circles into your clit waiting for him to release on you.

With the moisture at the tip increasing, he used it to lubricate the rest of his swelling cock so his hand could glide up and down with ease. With his free hand, he lifted his shirt up and bit the fabric in his mouth to leave his abdomen exposed.

“Mmm! Ah!” Bucky heard you take in a deep breath, freezing almost as you came again.

He was now pumping his cock rapidly, hips thrusting as hard as if he was fucking. Finally, his muscles tensed up and his body stiffened, his loud groan only slightly muffled.

His balls contracted and cock twitched with each hot spurt of cum that shot out. Thick cum flew out of his tip, some of it landing on his stomach. Still, he continued to pump, muscles tensing up each time another hot load came out. He continued to pump until thick wet strands covered his hand and cock.

About once a week, Bucky heard the soft noises you made while masturbating. If you were having a bad day, he’d hear you more than once a week. If you were especially needy, you’d take anywhere from thirty minutes to an hour rather than the usual five to ten minutes just to relieve yourself.

He grew hard each time he heard you playing with yourself, but he only found himself jerking off on the nights you were needy. When he could hear you playing with your wet cunt after you had already cum.

When Bucky saw you outside of your apartment, he managed to act normal. He still saw you as sweet, even if he knew how dirty you were. He had somehow managed to grow closer to you, starting and engaging in conversations with you when you two saw each other.

“So long story short, that’s why I don’t go near large bodies of water,” You told Bucky as you each approached your apartment complex.

You two had run into each other at the local grocery store, each doing some evening grocery shopping, and were each carrying a good number of bags.

Bucky raised a brow, glancing at you. “Don’t you think that’s a bit… much?”

“Nope.”

Bucky pressed the elevator button, a light appearing and signaling the metal box it was on its way down.

As you two waited, another one of the building’s residents walked up with a large group of friends. They were talking loudly, silencing you and Bucky as you all waited.

Ding. The elevator doors opened, and much to Bucky’s dismay, you all entered creating a cramped space. You and Bucky had been pushed to the back corner since you entered first. Bucky’s back was against the wall, and yours was inches away from his chest.

“What floor?” One of the friends asked after hitting the fifth-floor button for their group.

“Sixth,” Bucky replied.

The button was hit and soon after the doors closed. The ride was silent until some of the friends started to mess around by pushing one another against themselves and the walls.

Accidentally, one of the friends bumped into you, pushing you against Bucky.

They apologized halfheartedly before continuing.

Out of fear of being shoved again, you stayed firm against Bucky, only moving against him when one of the strangers got too close while messing around.

Feeling you wiggle against him, Bucky’s jaw clenched and his grip on his grocery bags tightened, his metal arm almost breaking a jar he had inside. He managed to block out the noise from the rowdy group, his mind playing the sweet noises you made instead.

“Fuck,” He muttered quietly.

You managed to hear him and believing he was upset you were against him, you turned your head up to look at him. “S-sorry,” You said with a slightly flushed face.

Bucky’s eyes widened, cock twitching when he heard your meek voice. Without a word, he turned his head, looking up at the elevator lights instead.

Your moaning continued to fill his head, followed by the images of you he had created. Unable to control himself with your ass rubbing against him, his shaft slowly started to stiffen, creating a tightness in his jeans. Without thinking, he pressed his hips against you, the tightness growing.

Since Bucky was looking away, he couldn’t see your face. You were looking down, biting your lip as you continued to move against him. You felt embarrassed at the fact you were growing wet right now. ‘God, if only these jerks weren’t in here this wouldn’t be happening!’ You cried in your head.

Then, you felt a stiff member press against you. You squeezed your eyes shut, gulping. ‘There was no way he was getting turned on now, right? This is just happening because of the situation we’re in. Yeah, that has to be it. He can’t help it.’

Finally, the elevator doors dinged before opening and the group of friends walked out. Immediately, you walked away from Bucky, straight to the door and waiting for your floor. Bucky let out a deep breath, relaxing once you stepped away.

Neither of you said a word, each walking out in silence when the elevator got to your floor.

“Have a nice night Bucky,” You quietly told him before escaping into your apartment.

“You too…” Bucky mumbled before entering his own.

An hour later, Bucky heard you quietly moaning through the walls. Instantly, his dick grew hard, remembering the feeling of you pressed against him. He pulled his length out, starting to stroke himself to your sweet voice.

“Mm, Bucky!” You moaned.

The man stopped, heart freezing when he heard you. He had never heard you moaned anyone’s name before. This was the first time ever, and it was his name.

You were getting off to him. You were touching yourself, imagining it was him.

“Fuck.”

Bucky shoved his still hard shaft in his pants, leaving the room. All reasoning left him as he walked out of his apartment and went to go knock on your front door.

It took a few moments before the door unlocked and the doorknob turned, revealing you wearing a baggy black shirt and short blue pajama shorts. Your face was slightly flushed, chest rising.

‘She was getting close.’

“Hi Bucky, what’s-”

Before you could finish, Bucky stepped in pressing his lips firmly against yours. Your eyes widened with shock, frozen in your spot. He pulled away, shutting and locking your front door.

He leaned down to kiss you again, but you pressed your hand against his chest, stopping him.

“B-Bucky wait! You can’t just come into my home and start kissing me suddenly!” You tried to reason.

“Why? You don’t want it?”

“Wh-what? No- I mean- I-I do, but,” You were stumbling over your words, mind thrown into chaos as to what was going on.

Then you glanced down at his sweats, clearly seeing the large erection he had. You stopped talking, legs squeezing tight.

Bucky grabbed your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. “You know, doll, these walls are pretty thin. Doesn’t leave a whole lot to the imagination.”

Your face started burning up at the realization from his words. “Y-you mean… You can hear m-me each time I…?”

He leaned down to your face, pressing a kiss against your cheek. He moved his face further to your ear whispering, “Yes.”

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling your body close to his so you could feel his hard clothed dick press against you. “And each time I listen to you, I get hard imagining what you look like, what you’re doing to yourself to cum.”

You let out a shaky breath, pulling Bucky’s face into a kiss without a second thought.

Instead of being terribly ashamed at the thought of Bucky hearing you, you were extremely aroused.

With ease, he slipped his tongue into your mouth, the two wet muscles rubbing against one another in a rough kiss.

You wrapped your arms around his neck to keep him close. With ease, he grabbed your ass and lifted you up, your legs automatically wrapping around him.

Impatient, he started moving you against his erection, moaning like he wanted to when you two were in the elevator. You pulled away from the kiss and whimpered into the crook of his neck, the thin fabric of your shorts becoming wet and messy since you didn’t have any underwear on.

“Bucky,” You breathed out, moving your hips along.

“I know Doll, I know how fucking needy you are,” He growled.

Bucky barely managed to put you back on your feet so you could show him to your room. While you were both speedily walking through your apartment, you both shed your clothes, throwing them off onto the floor.

You crawled onto your bed first, looking at him with half-lidded eyes as you laid on your back and spread your legs. Bucky walked up to the edge of your bed, brows raised.

“Do you want me to get ready for you Bucky?” You asked him gently while starting to play with each of your breasts.

‘Fuck, is she going to show me how she gets off?’ Bucky’s hand went down to his aching cock, beginning to stroke it slowly. “I’ve seen it a hundred times in my head, so show me,” He encouraged.

One of your hands went down to the wetness between your legs. Two fingers gently rubbed up and down your wet folds before one pressed into your pussy. You moved it around, slowly, curling it to hit your g-spot only a few times before you entered a second finger.

Now, your fingers started to pump, picking up the pace, and Bucky’s hand on his cock did the same. You pumped a few times before stopping and curling your fingers to hit and rub your g-spot. Your other hand then moved down, rubbing your clit roughly.

Finally, Bucky heard the dirty noises that left you clearly, instead of muffled through a wall. His tip grew wet with precum and he smeared across his cock so he could stroke faster with ease.

You repeated pumping with your fingers rapidly, then stopping to curl your fingers a few times before pumping again.

Bucky’s gaze moved from your wet cunt up to your chest, watching your breast move up and down as your breathing picked up.

You let out a moan, breath hitching as your hands started to lose the fast pace they had.

Bucky was growing close himself, hips thrusting into his tightened grip.

“Bucky!” You moaned out, legs twitching as you came around your fingers.

Watching your juices pour out, he lost it, his tight ballsack finally releasing his hot load. He closed his eyes, head tilting back while he pumped each spurt of cum out.

Each of your breathings had relaxed. Bucky heard you move on your mattress, opening his eyes to glance down and see you now at the edge in front of him.

You wrapped a hand around his half-limp cock, stroking it while you started to clean off the cum with your tongue.

Again, Bucky found himself hard all thanks to you. He placed his metal hand on the back of your head. Carefully, he gripped a handful of your hair and pushed your mouth further while moving his hips.

He thrusted his hips into your mouth only a few times before pulling away, a thin strand of saliva falling down your chin. He pulls you up for a kiss, pushing you each down on the bed.

“Tell me how badly you want it (Y/N),” He mumbled into the kiss.

His length slides and down your wet slit, the head teasing your pussy.

You moan, biting his lip lightly. “I want it so much. Please Bucky, I need your cock filling me up,” You begged.

More than happy with your reply, Bucky begins to press his throbbing length in you, your wetness stretching around him. He pushes all the way in before nearly pulling out and pushing in again, keeping a steady pace.

He starts thrusting harder, his balls now hitting you with each thrust. Your cunt tightens around him, again you wrap your legs around him to bring him closer.

Bucky thrusts into you full speed, each of your breaths hot and heavy once again. You dig your nails into his back, moaning loudly when he lowers his flesh hand to start rubbing your clit.

“Ngh! Bucky!”

You cum around him and Bucky’s thrust grows harder, his metal hand holding your hip with a tight grip.

When he lets out a deep moan, you feel his cock throb inside of you, feeling his hot release fill you up. Bucky continues thrusting into you, slowly now while you each ride out your climax.

Pulling out, he lightly slaps his messy dick on your cunt. “You know you’re not going to be getting a lot of rest tonight.”

Your hand went down to stroke his cum covered member again. “I wasn’t hoping not.”

#bucky banres x reader #james bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction #sebastain stan smut #sebastain stan x reader

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lallyloo · 3 years

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The Frozen Corn Incident

(I have stuff going on and haven’t written in a bit, but Rhett’s cold taint wouldn’t leave me alone.. so here’s some awkward silliness and a small amount of smut. Thank you @imincognitohere for listening to me ramble on about this today.. and yesterday) They’d been back in the office for awhile, and Link had been so focused on his own work, typing away, he’d barely registered the grunts and sighs from behind him. Complaints after filming were something they were used to – belly aches from hot peppers, headaches from too much sugar, chafed balls from wedgie hangman. They were both equal complainers, and they’d both grown accustomed to tuning the other one out. And Rhett was trying to be quiet, but he couldn’t help himself. He was freezing in places he never imagined he could be so cold, and nothing he did seemed to help. When a frustrated whine cut into Link’s concentration, he spun his chair around to see why Rhett was still complaining about frozen corn on his taint. Rhett looked miserable with one hand stuffed down his jeans, and the sight didn’t surprise Link – after so many years side by side, they’d been in all kinds of crazy situations. They’d seen the good, the bad, and a whole lot of awkward. A hand down the pants seemed par for the course and Link couldn’t help but smirk. “You still sufferin’, brother?”

Rhett’s eyes flicked to him, as if he hadn’t even noticed his presence, and he gave Link a pained look.

“My taint is still freezing, man.”

“You still sittin’ on the corn or what?”

“No, I’m not sittin’ on the corn,” Rhett huffed, and his arm tensed up as he cupped himself harder. “It’s been an hour and I’m still cold. Think I got frost bite or somethin’.”

Link’s eyes went wide, “Frost bite on your taint?”

“Man, I dunno. It’s still freezin’ and nothing I’m doing is helping.”

“Not even your hand? You’ve got the hottest hands out of everyone– ”

“Yeah, but– ”

“Always so dang sweaty– ”

“Link, I know, but it’s not makin’ a difference. It’s like the cold dries up the sweat, or turns it into ice or something.”

“I don’t think that’s– ”

“I gotta figure out somethin’. What happens if you get frost bite on your taint? Can they amputate a chode?”

“Ugh, don’t call it that.”

“But can they?”

“Rhett, they’re not gonna –

“I don’t wanna lose my taint.” Rhett stared at him in horror, “Or my balls?? What if –

“Rhett, you’re not gonna lose your taint or your balls. You’re crazy, dude.”

“Well, it feels like it. Feels like I’m losin’ feeling..”

“In your balls?”

“Everywhere.”

“Your butthole?”

“I dunno, maybe!”

“What about your..” Link raised his eyebrows and made a pointing motion towards Rhett’s dick. “Your tallywhacker?”

“Dude, shut up!” Rhett leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes, bringing his free hand up to cover them. “Don’t make me think about it. I can’t lose my dick to a frozen corn incident.”

Link laughed, “You’re being dramatic. You’re not gonna lose your dick.”

Rhett lifted his hand to glare at him, his eyes narrow. “You don’t know.”

“You want me to get a heating pad or somethin’?”

Rhett was hopeful for a moment. “Do we have one?”

“I don’t know,” Link shrugged. “I could text Jenna and ask her to get one.”

“No,” Rhett waved his hand and covered his eyes again. “I’m not askin’ her to get a heating pad for my nads.”

“What? Why not?”

“It’s embarrassing.”

“Dude, I don’t have to say it’s for your nutsack– ”

“And my taint.”

“Your nutsack and your taint. And your butthole if you’re gonna get specific.”

“Link, I’m sufferin’ here.”

“Can I text her?”

“NO!”

Link stared at him for a moment before letting out a loud sigh. “Stand up.”

“What?” Rhett sat up a little straighter in the chair.

“Just stand up.”

“Why?”

“I’m gonna help you, now stand up.”

Rhett stood up slowly, his hand still stuck down his jeans.

“Gimme this.” Link grabbed Rhett’s wrist and eased his hand out of his pants, running his fingertips over Rhett’s. “Dude, your fingers are like ice!”

“I know, I told you!”

Link forced Rhett’s hand into his pocket, shoving it down deep and giving it a couple forceful pats for emphasis. “Leave it in there, let it warm up.”

“What’re you gonna– ”

“I’m gonna help you.”

Link took him by the shoulders and angled him so Link was up against his right side and Rhett went willingly, glancing down between them where Link’s hand was hovering over his zipper.

“Like, help help?”

“Yeah,” Link cupped the air and made a rubbing motion with his hand, “Help help. That okay?”

Rhett nodded, his eyebrows raised, “Well, yeah.”

Link popped the button on his jeans and eased the zipper down, and Rhett held his breath as Link’s hand slipped inside his boxer briefs.

Link was to-the-point about it, seemingly unfazed by the proximity of his hand to Rhett’s dick.

“You want me to– ” Rhett offered, “Move it outta the way?”

Link shook his head. “S’fine.”

Link brushed past Rhett’s cock, barely registered it touching his forearm, slipping under his balls the same way he would with his own if he was going to rub his own taint. He was focused, but he jerked his hand away for a second when he made contact with damp, cold skin.

“Dang, Rhett, you are cold.”

“I told ya.”

“What’ve you been doin’ sittin’ here with your hand down your britches?”

“Tryin’ to warm up”

“Tryin’ and failin’ more like,” Link muttered.

They tended to get a little more Southern in those moments, murmuring softly to each other. But they’d never done that, never been that close, with Link’s hand there, and Link settled his fingertips on the skin between Rhett’s balls and butt.

Rhett let out a breathy sigh of relief. “Your hands are warm.”

“Well yeah, dummy,” Link said quietly. “You should’a asked me to do this earlier”

They were quiet as Link rubbed him a bit, like a test at first, trying to bring warmth to the cold skin

“Does it burn?”

Rhett was distracted and it took him a moment to reply. “Burn?”

“Yeah, as it’s warmin’ up?”

“Oh, nah, not yet.”

Link was careful with his fingers, but with every few swipes he slipped a little too far back and Rhett jumped.

“Watch my–” he laughed nervously. “Watch my butthole.”

Link huffed out a laugh. “Your butthole?”

“Yeah!”

“I ain’t gonna finger your butthole if that’s what you’re worryin’ about.”

“I’m not worryin’,” Rhett said, because he wasn’t. That wasn’t what he meant.

They stayed quiet for another moment, as if they were both thinking.

“Is it cold though?” Link murmured.

“Yeah.”

“You want me to.. like,” Link slipped his hand back a little further and ghosted over Rhett’s ass. His cheeks were ice cold and Link chuckled softly. “Freezin’ here too, bo.”

“That’s what I told ya,” Rhett mumbled. “But you don’t have to..”

“You want me to though?”

Rhett paused before answering with a soft, “Yeah.”

Link rubbed gently, slow enough that he wouldn’t irritate Rhett’s frozen and overly-sensitive skin, but fast enough to bring warmth to the area. The base of his palm bumped against Rhett’s balls, his forearm sliding against Rhett’s cock, and Link didn’t say a word as Rhett grew hard against him. They both knew it was natural. Friction could do that.

“Dick’s warm,” Rhett muttered, trying to bring humor to the situation.

Link nodded, “I know.”

Rhett glanced down between them. “Is it buggin’ you? I can hold it up.”

“S’fine,” Link reiterated. “Ain’t botherin’ me none.”

And it wasn’t bothering him. It was just another thing. Cool butt, cold taint, warming balls, hot hard dick. It was fine.

Link slowed the rubbing, trying to change it up a bit as he pressed his fingers against Rhett’s taint.

“Pressin’ your button,” he murmured.

“What?” Rhett huffed out.

Link pushed in again and then started massaging in slow circles. “The evac button.”

“Oh,” Rhett breathed, “right..”

And then Link felt it.

Rhett’s dick was leaking slick and wet on his arm.

And in theory it should’ve bothered him, but it didn’t. At all.

“Feel good?” Link found himself asking.

And Rhett surprised himself by admitting, “real good..”

Link nodded and continued his kneading, his palm tapping against Rhett’s balls until Link just went for it and cupped them. They were soft, almost velvety, not much different than his own, and he held them the way he held himself, knowing what he liked and figuring Rhett might like it too.

“You’re warmin’ up,” Link breathed, as if the cold was even still a concern at that point, when he was actively playing with his best friend’s ballsack and massaging his taint.

Rhett just panted, actually panted, in reply and slid in the slick that now coated Link’s arm.

“You want me to stop?” Link asked, knowing it was probably a stupid question, and honestly hoping Rhett wouldn’t want him to.

“No,” Rhett huffed out a laugh, because that was the last thing he wanted, “god, don’t.”

So they were doing this, and it was fine. Just another thing.

Except it wasn’t just another thing. It was a big thing. Rhett was rubbing his dick on Link’s arm, and Link was pretty sure he was going to help him cum, and it somehow made sense, and then Rhett was tensing, and Link found he needed to watch him.

He wanted to see Rhett cum.

He’d heard it before – their college dorm room was small, and Link was good at feigning sleep. But he’d never seen Rhett’s face in those moments.

And here they were, and Link was helping to make it happen, wanting to make it happen, wanting to see it happen. He rubbed the now-warm skin, slipping his fingers back to ghost over Rhett’s ass again and he recognized the sharp inhale of breath as Rhett came and spurted wet heat over Link’s forearm.

Rhett was cumming in his boxers, all over Link’s arm and hand, and it was only then that Link really registered that he was hard too, and okay, this was something new. Something they’d probably need to explore further.

But currently, Rhett was looking down, his hair falling into his eyes as he chuckled softly, embarrassed.

Link knew further exploration would have to wait. But he was determined that it would happen. He eased his arm out of Rhett’s jeans, and turned it over, examining the mess Rhett had made on it.

“I’m gonna go wash my hands,” he said, grinning, “and arm.”

Rhett watched him go, speaking up just as Link reached the door. “We gotta tell the writers they can never go colder than frozen corn.”

Link stopped and looked back at him. “Nah, we can go colder.”

“Link,” Rhett gave him a crazed look, “I’ll lose everything next time, dick and all.”

“You’ll be alright.”

“Your hand ain’t that warm, man.”

“That’s true,” Link replied, shooting Rhett another grin as he slipped out the door, and Rhett could hear his voice echoing down the hallway, “but I got a hot mouth!”

#rhink #fic #rhink fic #my fic #frozen taint #i apologize for the formatting #tumblr hates when i post from my laptop

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thecandywrites · 3 years

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Blood For Gold Chapter 14

Ha! You THOUGHT I had forgotten this but no. No. Not by a long shot. it's just getting GOOOOOD. Like intrigue, sit on the edge of your seat as you subconciously hold your breath, good. The plot thickens and it's getting complicated and dangerous and you're gonna love it! Just...love it.

@punkhorse96 gurl, this is for you. Enjoy.

Blood For Gold

Chapter 14

“So what caught that nose of yours so strongly tonight?” Benny asked as she stole into Sierge’s room and was in the process of eagerly disrobing him again.

“I couldn’t be sure.” Sierge shook his head, not wanting to disclose the secret his nose uncovered, although if push came to shove and it was either him attaining Benny or his brother attaining Audra and his happiness was the price of his brother’s, he would officially have enough to tip the scales in his favor. Although now that he had been close enough to Sultana Audravienne, he realized the secret to why the Sultana would have so much coin to throw around, she was obviously a private whore for the Red Velvet Rope. Living a double life and supplementing her income. By his calculations the Sultana could pull in hundreds, maybe even thousands of pounds, being a pure moura with marks like hers, anyone would be paying through the nose to see how extensive they were and if she were masked, no one would be any the wiser because of how “proper” English society was and how covered up they usually had to be, no one would ever see that much of Audra’s body to say one way or the other in polite society. But if the gossip columns got wind of it, she’d be done for.

That is how the Sultana enraptured his brother, they met on the train first, then went to The Red Velvet Rope where she was already latched onto Demsey through his cock and was making Demsey compete for her with the Dauphin, just another moura playing another game of cat and mouse or mice in a maze. All mouras were the same, except for his Benny, his perfect, brilliant Benyana. Who had captured his heart, mind and soul.

“I don’t believe you.” Benny practically sang as she pushed him down into the bed before she practically pounced on him and used her fingertips to both stroke and rake her hands all over his already marked body.

“Demsey’s whore at the Red Velvet Rope, I found her scent on another orc.” Sierge finally confessed as Benny continued to licentiously tease him.

“Well she’s a whore and her whorehouse was hosting the event, of course she was working, she has to make a living too.” Benny reasoned with a shrug as she started licking up his cock and could tell that wasn’t all Sierge had uncovered.

“So what else?” Benny prodded as used the tip of her nose to nuzzle his ballsack as his mostly hard cock layed over most of her face, the head already weeping and the sight threatened to pull every ounce of air from Sierge's lungs.

“Come on, you can trust me, tell me. Have I ever betrayed your confidence?” Benny encouraged before she used the tip of her tongue to split the two testicles as she licked from the back of his ball sack to the underside of his cock then licked all the way up to the tip, grinning as it got completely hard from her minstrations.

“No.” Sierge hissed as he fisted the bedding. Benny and that tongue of hers was something else. He loved it.

“Then tell me.” Benny offered before she swirled the head of his weeping cock with her tongue before flicking it and giving him a heated look of desire.

“She wasn’t there as a worker, she was there as a guest.” Sierge finally groaned when her mouth closed over his cock as she gave him a few good sucks as Benny giggled in her hum around him.

“And did you find her?” Benny asked as she used her hands to start massaging his thighs.

“Yes.” Sierge confessed as he felt like he was in heaven.

“And?” Benny pressed further.

“The resemblance is uncanny.” Sierge said, figuring that was the safest answer he could give.

“Then why did you sniff at Audravienne at the table and the other blue orc?” Benny asked as she used her breasts to squish around Sierge’s cock, the underside rubbing against her breastbone.

“Because I could smell her on him.” Sierge said.

“It was a crowded dancefloor, she could have brushed up against him.” Benny excused, trying to see how much Sierge would give up.

“Not unless she had sex with him on the dance floor, I could smell her sexual essence on him. On his pants particularly. It had been attempted to be wiped off, but her essence was potent and very fresh, less than an hour old.” Sierge admitted.

“Well she’s always had a thing for orcs.” Benny revealed.

“What do you mean by that?” Sierge asked as he rose to his elbows to look at her perplexed by her choice of words.

“My brother Leumeni? He used to get her off with his fingers and tongue a lot back in the stables, it hurt him something awful when she became a shakan and couldn’t return to them, never even returned any of his letters either in all that time.” Benny revealed.

“He what?!” Sierge asked as he sat up, feeling particular panic grip him for his sister Kiera’s sake because Kiera and Leumeni had gotten quite cozy themselves.

“What? That’s a norm back in the stables, most brothers get their sister’s friends off, mouras of all kinds have high sex drives, it keeps the moura’s “pure” as in no penile-vaginal penetrative sex but that doesn’t mean you can’t suck someone off or help them masturbate in turn, but the keiy point is, is, it’s just sex, no feelings, no strings attached, or that’s the way it’s supposed to be but not the way it is right now between us.” Benny giggled as she climbed into his lap and seated herself onto her prize.

“Does that mean that Kiera is in danger of Leumeni…” Sierge began.

“Oh no, wherever we are, we have to hold ourselves to the code of ethics and standards of where we are at the time. So since it’s not proper for a “lady” such as your sister to be in any compromising situation with a gentleman, Leumeni likes her enough that he won’t jeopardize her honor. Nor any of the other jewel orc counterparts. But you and I obviously have something much more precious and valuable than they do, don’t we? And it would be a shame if we didn't take advantage of every chance and opportunity to get as aquainted with each other as we can be, can we?” She coached as she held his face as her gaze held his as she was undeterred and rode him.

“That we do.” Sierge had to admit.

“Then don’t worry.” She reassured him before he fell back into the bed and let her ride him as she pleased.

Meanwhile in Demsey’s room.

“You have to tell her!” Tzane demanded of his eldest brother as Demsey was laying in bed with his arm over his eyes and just wanted rest more than anything, his body was spent, his mind was exhausted and his heart was torn in conflicting confusion.

“I will, when the time is right.” Dempsey reassured Tzane.

“And what’s wrong with right now?” Tzane pressed.

“She’s tired, just like I am. She’s already in bed, it would be inappropriate to go to her rooms, especially at this hour.” Demsey argued.

“Oh you say that, but yet we all know that Sierge isn’t staying alone in his room, we can all smell them on each other. But no one even bats an eye.” Tzane argued.

“That’s because the only thing Sierge cares about- is his own pleasure more than any woman’s honor, even a moura bride’s.” Demsey growled, frustrated that every time he closed his eyes he was seeing Miss Draft instead of Sultana Audravienne.

“If you don’t tell Audra now before the Dauphin and Dauphine push Ramsey to ensnare her to the point where she has no choice put to accept him, it will be too late and Audra will have to put up with sharing her partner with her brother of all people, it’s heartbreaking enough for a partner to be unfaithful, but that’s too much like incest for anyone.” Tzane pleaded.

“I know! That’s why when I get a chance to privately tell her, I will, so that she can protect herself from him and his family. Tomorrow, I will find a moment to tell her tomorrow and I will not rest tomorrow night until it comes to her attention, now please for the love of the gods and all that is holy, return to your own quarters and get some rest. Please, I beg of you.” Demsey pleaded.

“I will hold you to it.” Tzane insisted before he left and returned to his own room.

Meanwhile Calla had found her way into your rooms through the secret passages.

“Audra, there is something you need to know.” Calla insisted as she came over to your vanity where you were removing your makeup and wondering why you had put on gold glittering eyeshadow before you left but it seemed to have turned white and then black over the course of the evening, it was happening to more and more of your gold powder and glittered substances and it alluded you as to why it kept happening, it kept happening ever since Edward’s death and you didn't know what was happening but it was getting on your nerves.

“Is it about how Axal and Ramsey are lovers?” You guessed.

“You know?” Calla asked, shocked by the fact that you knew already.

“Of course I do, Axal told me about the attraction the moment they landed here and he’s been inseparable from Ramsey ever since and I understand if the sight of Ramsey sucking Axal off on the balcony above us caused a disruption to Tzane and Demsey, such kinds of relations are a bit taboo in this society but I had no reason to make a scene and embarrass anyone tonight by throwing a fit, although if push comes to shove and I’ll need that reason publically, I’m sure Axal will “confess” to everything to give me an out eventually. For now, I’m content to play blissfully ignorant until then. But you must swear to keep all that a secret, especially from anyone and everyone else.” You confided.

“So this...does not upset you?” Calla asked.

“No, why should it? I have no attachment to Ramsey and therefore no reason for jealousy, at this point such a union with Ramsey would be considered incest on account of Axal which is all the reason I need to dismiss Ramsey as a suitor and his attempts to woo me and I love Axal dearly and I want to see him happy and Ramsey seems to be able to do that quite nicely and honestly with Axal going to 3C’s, it makes quite a bit of sense. Axal has a solution to the “problem” and it should become realized soon. So all I have to do is wait and play along for now.” You told her.

“Oh.” Calla frowned as she considered all of that.

“So you and Tzane seemed to be quite the pair tonight, does he please you?” You asked her as you scooted over on your bench and patted it in invitation so she could sit next to you.

“He is the most noble and remarkable and brilliant gentleman in all of England.” Call sighed dreamily as a love drunk smile seemed to plaster itself on her face which brought a happy grin to yours before Calla started talking about how wonderful Tzane was.

Meanwhile back in your grandmother’s room, she was taking council with her daughter, her daughter’s mother in law, as well as your hier father’s wife and her mother along with the Dauphine herself as they had all passed around your original contract with Edward along with your contract with Richard as well as the reports of the stable master’s assessments of you after you had been reassessed after Edward’s death.

“This makes no sense.” Your mother said as she wiped the tears from her eyes, reading about the abuse you suffered.

“I think it makes perfect sense.” Maradiem, your heir father’s wife, and your "step mother" answered.

“Then explain it how you see it so that it makes sense.” Your mother demanded.

“What is missing about the reports is Jane. She was only 15 at the time, and is still at the absolute mercy of her monstrous parents. She was an innocent caught in the crossfire according to Audra and the only soft spot the Morrigans found to “push” because they ripped all the others away. Audra had no means of escape, she had no way to fight back. She was being watched at all times and drugged with mourkatili. Served at Jane’s hands no less. If Jane had any sense of self preservation, she of course would play the innocent wounded, weakling to Audra, beg for Audra’s compliance so that she wouldn’t get hurt from Audra’s point of view but also play the compliant pawn to her parents to keep herself from actually suffering their "abuse" which I'm sure was just a show for Audra's sake. And while the Morrigans found that if they appeared to punish Jane, because Audra herself was too strong to defeat by any other means, they used Jane to emotionally manipulate her and dupe her into anything. Jane still, could have reached out to the stables, she could have reached out to any number of people at all the balls or anything she went to, she could have sent a private message to the stables to intervene if she really had Audra’s best interests at heart and wanted to protect Audra as much as Audra protected her. As it stands now, if Audra dies, it is Jane who is Audra’s beneficiary. All that money and wealth, goes to Jane if something happens to Audra.” Avania, Sylvar’s mother explained as Maradiem nodded her agreement to that explanation.

“Exactly.” Maradiem nodded.

“And I have dispatched Charlotte to get the truth from Jane, Charlotte is quite good at gaining trust and gaining invaluable intelligence, she is far more intelligent than she lets on, she is with Jane now, in the gardens and is gathering intelligence as we speak and has been since she came here. Plus, it’s been no mistake that Countess Agnes Morrigan has always had her eye on Ramsey for Jane herself and with Audravienne out of the way and with Jane inheriting all that Audra has, even that would be enough for Gregori or Ramsey to reconsider.” Yalin confessed.

“But as it stands now, Audra’s body has been poisoned or "tainted" as you would view it, to the point that any chance of her producing an heir is naught and any designs that Gregori or Ramsey have about her producing an heir for your family is not feasible.” Your mother Jodhaa voiced.

“Yes, both Gregori and Ramsey will have to consider that Audra even trying to conceive could endanger her life. And I will speak with them about it myself.” Yalin readily agreed.

“I think we need to reach out to Audra’s paid companions, bring them here and question them and see what they know and question all of Audra’s servants, the ones that followed her from Broadcove are especially suspicious.” Loreiris insisted.

“As it stands, Scotland Yard is at Broadcove and at Mirador. And we have hired Bellfast, who is a mage- and they are especially keen with everything magical and they can conjure up everything that has transpired. And what I heard from them only this morning- is Broadcove was under two spells. The second was placed by Audravienne, to turn all the mirrors and paintings in Broadcove into scene catchers, and the first however was performed by a wizard- Lemark under Richard’s decree, so that no messengerari- would work on the grounds and the lightning rod on top of the house is a form of signal disturbance that affects not just the house but until the very grounds that Broadcove sits on, even their neighbors have difficulty but have never thought that the problem would be with Broadcove and Scotland Yard in their in their investigation have found that at least three men in the postal system have been hired to catch all of Audra’s mail and all mail addressed to Audra and they themselves disposed of it but as of right now- those letters are being rebirthed into existance by Bellfast. Each one will come with a high cost- of course it will be demanded of the Morrigans to pay for. So we do have solid evidence of Richard tampering with all communications.” Yalin divulged as she pulled the letter out from her pocket and passed it around for the others to read.

“So Richard made it so that Audra couldn’t reach out and from that, obviously Jane could not reach out either. Audra fired back with making everything else in the house a catcher- basically a messengerari that was set to record everything.” Jodhaa smiled in relief as did most of the others.

“It appears so, yes, but it’s all protected by a password. If they can crack the password, they can get access to it, or if Audra will be so kind as to provide the password, a case can be built starting tomorrow so that after the komoba battle- we can go straight to court.” Yalin grinned.

“Clever, clever girl, that’s how the stable masters could know of the abuse. Not only did they have Audra’s word, but they must have seen the proof of it with their own eyes. A catcher is just as good as a messengerari.” Maradiem realized.

“And catchers and messengerari’s both hold up in our court system as proof. As long as there is no sign of tampering, it all can be submitted and taken as gospel.” Yalin insisted.

“Now if you’ll excuse me it is quite late, we need to retire and get at least a few hours of sleep tonight.” Yalin urged them before they all got up and went their separate ways as Charlotte was already waiting in her mother’s room dressing room to tell her what she had found out from Jane but one look at her Lottie and she could immediately tell something was wrong.

“Audravienne’s case can not be allowed to make it to court.” Lottie insisted as her eyes glossed with tears.

“What? Why?”

“Because Jane has uncovered the plot to bring Audravienne into this family. And if the case goes to court- Audravinne and Jane will be assassinated to cover up the plot.” Lottie urged her mother, her own panicked tone giving Yalin pause and worry.

“By the Morrigans? They’ve already tried to kill Audra with mourkatili and failed, but why would they try to kill their own daughter? That doesn’t make any…” Yalin shook her head no.

“No- not by the Morrigans, but...but by Father.” Lottie blurted.

“What are you talking about?” Yalin asked as Lottie’s tears began to fall and she started trembling.

“Count Edward Morrigan was poisoned with Wolf’s Eye. That’s what made him go crazy to begin with. That’s what made him abusive to Audravienne and what got her that shakan status. When Richard and Agnes discovered it, they thought it was Audra, but it wasn’t, she was innocent and had no knowledge or involvement and Jane has proof of Audravienne’s innocence but her parents did not believe Jane and believed that Audra had brainwashed Jane into thinking Audra was innocent, the reason they bought that mourkatili was revenge for Edward. Father poisoned Edward and killed Edward so that Audravienne could marry Ramsey quicker. Jane knows that Audra is innocent, she also knows of father’s involvement and if it goes to court, Jane knows that it will be the death of not just Audravienne but herself if not her whole family to cover up father’s involvement. That’s why it can’t go to court. What has already been done is all that can be done, if any further steps are taken- the implications would ruin everyone involved, even us, especially us.” Lottie revealed as Yalin had to sit down and clutch her middle and fight not to throw up.

“Doesn’t father’s actions make more sense than ever? Father is so desperate to get Ramsey married that he murdered Count Edward to make it so once Ramsey had chosen Audra at the oddly convenient time of her wedding. But now that Audravienne is tainted with mourkatili, she can’t produce heirs and Count Edward died for nothing. If they move forward with the court case, and all is revealed- we could lose everything.” Lottie urged her mother as Yalin started crying as fear and panic gripped her own chest.

“Say nothing for now, to anyone, not even father or your brother. Do not let on that you know any of this. Maybe there is still a way to hang the Morrigans on the mourkatili and prove Audra’s innocence and leave it at that.” Yalin insisted as she fought to find her composure.

“But what is worse is I fear that Axal will meet the same fate. Axal has caught Ramsey’s eye and heart from what I can tell and Ramsey will never let Axal go so that he can embrace Audra and Audra has no wish for Ramsey, it’s plain for everyone to see. But I know that Father is unyielding and Father will make her choose Ramsey if she doesn’t want her own neck in a noose because he could as very well put the poisoning on Audravienne, father has the ability and connections to tamper with the evidence and then turn that tampering on Audravienne, it could be “proved” that she was the one to kill him via Wolf Eye, once things are tampered with- it’s all ruined.” Lottie professed.

“And with Charlico mated to Heavencrest, there is no escape for Audra. She can’t flee to the colonies because Charlico will find Heavencrest, the way all mated pairs of griffins do. Audravienne is trapped, whether she knows it or not but Father will make her aware of it. It’s just a matter of time. And father can always just buy one of Ramsey’s other lovers, have them moved into the palace and pass off their children as Audra’s children to make them legitimate heirs and lock Audra away to make it seem like she becomes pregnant.” Lottie fretted.

“But that means that Audra will be just another prisoner, just another pawn like before. She will be miserable and will drink herself to death, she has enough self respect to not put up with it. It won’t work. If she can not find happiness and contentment, she will be gone. And I swore to her I would protect her from another life like that. And I have every intention of keeping my word.” Yalin insisted.

“But what can we do?” Lottie asked.

“I don’t know, but we will think of something.” Yalin reassured her daughter.

“For now, just...try to get some sleep, and watch over Jane and Audra and Axal. Don’t let any harm come to any of them, make sure to be the first to eat and drink everything offered to them, your own moura genes will protect you, as will the servants. I will find a solution as fast as I can.” Yalin swore to her daughter before she saw her daughter out and then got undressed and retired to her own bedroom where her husband was already fast asleep as Yalin slipped into bed with him and stared at him wearily, if not with fear and a good healthy dose of mistrust.

For all of their marriage they had both loved and admired the other’s cunning and ability to play intrigue better than anyone else in court and in business so that they always came out on top. But she never would have thought her husband capable of actual murder and if Gregori had poisoned Edward, she knew that with Audra being so close and so “attainable” he wouldn’t stop there. Gregori would absolutely kill Axal, he would kill Jane, he would even kill Audra if it meant that his own deeds would never be known and her own family would be torn if not beyond ruin if it was found out. She needed to encourage Demsey Voyambi to take Audra as a bride for himself sooner than later because it was clear to her that he had a deep affection for her and she knew him capable of truly loving her and giving her the loving home life she so desperately wanted. And she needed to find another option for Ramsey that would tempt Gregori off of Audra. Come the morning, she would be talking to Axal herself to find another solution and everyone would just have to accept that nothing more could be done in your case.

#Blood For Gold #Blood For Gold Chapter 14 #regency era orc drama #regency era orc #mouras #regency era #exo #exophillia #the plot thickens #oh but the ringer #the kicker #will hopefully sucker punch you #and give you whiplash #hopefully #if I have given you the proper hints #and you've been paying attention to the little details #you can figure it out

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Are You My Pet?

Vampire!Seonghwa x pet!reader

Warning: smut

Tagging: @youneedapiratekink @atiny-piratequeen in case, if anyone doesn't wanna be tagged my bad

The tight tension that Seonghwa felt in his shoulders was steadily worsening with each beautiful smile that graced your features that wasn't directed at him.

You were busy fawning over his friend San, who had came over to Seonghwa's mansion with the excuse that his father was needing financial advice regarding his company that produced synthetic blood products.

Seonghwa shook his head, wondering why San, the CEO's heir, would be coming to him when it was his father that should have been talking things over with him.

From what he could see San was only here to play with you and the attention that you was giving the younger vampire made him seeth and rage on the inside.

"Y/N, come here." Seonghwa ordered sternly, watching as San worked with your hair, braiding it in a stylish pattern that made you appear even more gorgeous to your master.

"Your hair is so soft and smooth." San smiled, distracting you from paying attention to the words that your master spoke.

"Really?" Your eyes reflected wonderment at how gently the vampire handled you and for a fleeting moment you wondered what it may have been like to have been his pet.

"You look incredible, like a princess." San fingered the plaited hair on your head that somewhat resembled a tiara.

"Y/N, come here. Now." Seonghwa's voice broke through your thoughts as you stared into San's eyes, hypnotized by lively dark orbs that enchanted your senses, luring you in and causing you to momentarily forget who you belonged to. Slowly you stood up and left the vampire, wishing that you could have stayed with him longer.

"Go to your room, pet." Your master ordered without displaying any emotion on his face, his eyes equally secretive as he noted the pout that painted your face when you glanced up at him.

You had no idea that he was aching because of the interaction that you shared with his friend and he acted as if he was fine, though San sensed that your master wasn't fine. An uneasy feeling settled in your chest as you made yourself comfortable in your own room. You wasn't expecting to hear from Seonghwa for awhile and when he silently entered your room you were surprised to see him, staring straight at you where you were sitting on the side of your bed.

"You were thinking about how much more you would prefer to have San as your master, weren't you?" Seonghwa's eyes were cold and analyzing each quirk of your brows and the nervous twitches of your lips as you nervously thought about what to say in response.

"N-no..." Your lips quivered steadily, lying through your own teeth because you were afraid of what he would do.

"I don't believe you. Your face said it all, I could read each thought that went through your eyes while you were so enthralled by him." The corners of Seonghwa's lips were curved into a sick smirk that made your stomach twist, a rush of white hot heat flooding to your pelvic region while your face turned bright red.

"I wasn't en-enthralled!" You squeaked out, your body trembling as Seonghwa lightly brushed his icy cold knuckles against your cheek.

"Stop denying it. He unfortunately is a wondrous sight to behold I understand, but you are mine and you forgot that fact while you were looking at him." The vampire remarked in a bitter tone, his eyes burning red with the emotions that he was struggling to contain inside of himself.

"And you ignored me. That is unacceptable behavior, my little pet." Seonghwa narrowed his eyes, noticing how drool seeped from your mouth.

"Does angering your master excite you that much?" Your master closed the distance between you and himself. Your mouth fell open at your master's conclusion and you couldn't speak.

"Would San kiss you and make you feel as good as I make you feel? Answer me after I'm finished." Seonghwa growled against your lips before pressing a bruising kiss to your pout, deepening the kiss immediately after his lips made contact with yours.

You cried out into his mouth as his tongue dominated your wet cavern, devouring each part of your mouth where nerve receptors ran rampant, setting off tingles in all directions in your body and it overwhelmed your senses.

Finally the vampire broke the kiss, waiting for the answer to his question. You gazed into his angry red eyes, feeling completely discombobulated by the assault of his mouth.

"So you're not going to answer me, are you?" Seonghwa clicked his tongue, confusing you since during the intense kiss you had forgotten what was asked of you earlier.

"Huh?" You furrowed your eyebrows, unable to gain any understanding of his behavior whatsoever.

"I need to remind you that you're mine. I don't see how you could have forgotten that you belong to only me." Seonghwa quietly recalled how he had said that he loved you and that he wasn't going to let you go, but the way that you had acted around San earlier disturbed him and he felt the need to physically show you that you were only his.

"Strip." The vampire demanded, feeling himself grow even harder at the thought of being intimate with you again. Your legs felt like jelly as you stood and gradually removed your clothing, unveiling yourself for your master to view as he pleased.

"Get on your hands and knees, pet." Seonghwa pointed at the bed, waiting for you to comply before doing anything more. He saw the gleeful glint in your eyes as you got down on all fours, your ass ready and submissive for whatever your master desired to do.

"I'm punishing you for forgetting that you are MY pet." The sound of his hand landing a hard spank on your ass broke the momentary silence that had settled in your bedroom and your master watched each time that you flinched as he continued to spank your ass.

After the forth rough smack of his hand against your flesh the sensation of wetness seeping from your heat was almost embarrassing you, knowing that your master could see the sheen of your arousal coating your entrance and folds.

"Eek!!" You gasped, bunching up the sheets in your hands and clinging to them as Seonghwa added more burning spanks to your rear.

You had no idea how many times he had spanked you, though your master had counted ten and you were almost crumbling into your bed after the tenth spank.

"You love punishment. I can see how wet your cunt is after that." His fingers deliberately prodded at your entrance, pressing a single finger a few centimeters inside of your hole without pushing any deeper into your welcoming warmth.

"M-master... Master p-please..." You released a high pitched, wailing moan that reflected how desperate you were for him. The depth of his fingers inside of you wasn't enough to satisfy the spot inside of you that craved him.

"Who's your master? Who's the one who makes this cunt feel good? Does the moment of fucking San with your eyes not get you off better than my finger would?" Seonghwa withdrew his finger from your heat, drawing circles around your entrance and making you hysterical from want.

"You are my master! Not San!!! I don't want San, I want you!" You cried out in frustration, your walls clenching instinctively for anything that could be grasped but you were sadly empty.

"That's right. I am your master and don't ever forget it." The sound of zipper teeth unraveling loudly excited your anticipation, hoping that he would be sliding his member inside of you any moment.

"Ah!!!" You shrieked at the sudden stretch of his member pushing inside of your waiting heat.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! fu..." You desperately gasped for your breath as your master wildly snapped his hips into your addictive warmth.

The vampire wanted to drink from you but he had other things in mind, such as reminding your body of his ownership of you and who you were to him. You saw stars each stroke of his cock pressing against your needy spot.

Strangled moans drifted from your lips everytime Seonghwa bottomed out inside of you, his shaft rubbing against every nerve and touching you deeply.

"You're mine, I'm never letting anyone else have you." He growled, pounding into you even harder than before and you felt as though your knees would give out if the vampire had not been gripping your hips roughly, nails leaving reddened indentations that would turn purple later.

"Oh mas-master~!!!" Your knuckles were turning white as you clung to the sheets, the feeling of his ballsack slapping your clit each time that he thrusted into your clenching wet heat was the sensation that sent you over the edge, doing so unexpectedly and the intensity of the ecstasy that you experienced shook your entire body.

Your arms barely held your weight up as your master rode out his own release, coming to the realization that he had just fucked you hard and he resented being so rough with you. He released inside of you and pulled out immediately after doing so that he could see about you.

Your breathing came in ragged breaths as your weight collapsed onto your bed, feeling quite weary after the activity.

"Y/N... are you alright?" Seonghwa ignored that he had not zipped his pants up, nor had he tucked himself in since your current wellbeing was his primary concern. He wrapped you up in his arms and pulled you closer to his body.

"I'm fine." You sighed tenderly as you nestled your head beneath your master's chin. A tiny mewl from your lips made him pull you in closer, kissing the top of your head lovingly.

"Baby, are you my pet?" The vampire stroked your back smoothly, adding to the feeling of contentment that you felt in spite of feeling tired.

"I am your pet, and you're my only master." You kissed his clothed chest sweetly, unknowingly causing your master to quietly smile down at you.

"I love you, master."

"I love you more, pet."

#vampire au #ateez smut #park seonghwa smut #park seonghwa scenarios #ateez scenarios #ateez yunho #ateez seonghwa #ateez hongjoong #kpop scenarios #ateez mingi #ateez yeosang #ateez san #ateez wooyoung #ateez imagines #kpop imagines #kpop smut

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imagine-organization-xiii · 4 years

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Can I have headcanons for Xaldin/Dilan with a s/o who is usually timid and shy with a lot of anxiety and then she pulls a full 180 in personality in a fight and beats the hell out of some heartless.

this is me

Xaldin/Dilan (but mostly Dilan):

He knew from the beginning of your relationship that he had to take it easy and slow with you, and that was okay!!! He’d done the fast and heavy, the overwhelming and burnt out; he’d been in relationships that burned out too fast and this was FINE. You want to take it slow, you’re anxious and unsure, you’re shy and hesitant - he’s 100% okay with that.

He likes the way your relationship is going. He enjoys the pace. The two of you work together well and he isn’t in any rush, so he’s happy and you’re happy and it’s fine. Don’t listen to anyone else - it’s your relationship and you can do what you want.

And you’re eternally grateful. You like Dilan and you want to do this right, but there’s that little voice in your head that’s constantly giving doubt and panic and it’s taking you some time to fight it off. But he’s patient. He can wait.

But then you just. Surprise him. Surprise both of you, really. You’ve never really been outgoing and you’re extremely introverted - you prefer to blend into the walls than put yourself in front of a crowd. But then something happens that neither of you expect.

You’re surrounded. It was supposed to be a calm outing with the two of you to do a little research with Dilan acting as your bodyguard, even though you weren’t supposed to need him at the time. The place you were heading was safe, so it was just a precaution and an excuse for him to spend some time with you.

But you were ambushed. Surrounded on all sides and he fought well but he wasn’t strong enough to take on the large group of enemies by himself. A scratch appeared on his face right as he thrust his weapon forward, somewhere dangerously close to his neck, and you just saw red.

A blood-curling shout of rage that was uncharacteristic of you left your throat and you charged forward, your own weapon at the ready and already hacking forward through the wall of enemies. You weren’t as strong as he was and the two of you surely couldn’t take them on alone, so you did your best to make a path, took a grip on his sleeve, and forced him forward. The two of you ran until you were somewhere safe, breathing heavily and sweating.

You finally raise your gaze and Dilan is staring at you, wide-eyed. “Holy shit,” he says. “Holy shit”

“What?“

“Did you just - you did,“ he said, awed. “You yelled ‘Xemnas’s hairy ballsack, get the fuck out of our way’ to a small army of heartless and tore a path through them.“

Did you? You turned red. You had no idea those words had come out of your mouth, but you were kind of lost in the heat of the moment and couldn’t be blamed for your actions.

Dilan picked you up and squeezed you against his chest in a tight hug, laughing loudly as he twirled you around. “Remind me to never make you angry with me.”

You couldn’t help but grin even though you were embarrassed. “Now you know never to underestimate me.”

#dilan #xaldin #organization xiii headcanons #kingdom hearts headcanon #organization xiii

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the-angst-chronicles-fanworks · 4 years

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DRACO’S WISH [PT 7/14]

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WORD COUNT: 3303

PAIRING: Drarry

TAGS:

hidden identity

Down and Out Draco Malfoy

Pretty Draco Malfoy

Talented Draco Malfoy

Auror Harry Potter

Smitten Harry Potter

Harry Potter Being an Asshole (just for a while)

Angst

Fluff

Angst with a Happy Ending

Falling In Love

Torture

Skipping Meals/Hunger

Cold Weather

Libraries

Hot Chocolate

Veritaserum

SUMMARY: Draco does a good deed and is granted a wish - 12 days of anonymity in a world that hates him CHAPTER SUMMARY: Draco and Harry’s ice-skating plans get interrupted

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STORY:

December 14th , 2007

To his great disappointment, the next day does not come with a change in weather. “Merlin’s great ugly hairy ballsack,” he grumbles, glaring balefully at the dark window. He’s woken before the sun. Again.

There’s no use laying in bed though, so he gets up and takes his two-minute shower, pouting at the weather conspiring to ruin his day ice-skating for the second time in a row. He tugs on his clothes and then frowns down at his thin, raggedy coat. Maybe he can transfigure it into something warmer.

But no, it takes skill to have a transfigured object retain its new properties for any significant length of time, and transfiguration is more difficult to do wandless besides.

Hoping fervently that the sun brings with it some warmth, Draco leaves the bathroom and approaches his little kitchen corner. He looks at the stove critically – he is going skating later, which will use up energy, but he also ate yesterday. He waffles for a moment, drumming his fingers on his little folding table, but decides against it. He’s probably going to have to beg off early due to the cold anyhow. Food can wait for tomorrow.

There’s nothing to hang around the flat for, and he’ll have to cast a heating charm if he does besides, so he steps out into the hallway and jams his door shut again. It’s very early still – the sun has not yet risen – and Knockturn is empty but for those few straggling to or from work and the usual selection of shady characters who quite go away.

These twilight hours are beautiful, and if it wasn’t for the horrid cold Draco would slow down to appreciate the early morning stillness. As it is, he hurries along the familiar path, out of Knockturn and into the properly deserted Diagon. The street twinkles serenely, decorative lights throwing glittering sparkles onto the snow. It makes Draco’s breath catch, and he finds himself irrationally wondering if Potter has ever seen Diagon like this.

Where has that come from? He shakes away the thought with a frown. It must be because they’ve been spending so much time together, he reasons. It’s only natural that he think of Potter’s company when he wants to share something. He absolutely refuses to believe that he’s getting attached to the charming git.

The library is only just opening when he arrives and the librarian seems surprised to see him, but smiles and greets him warmly anyway. “My, my, you’re here bright and early,” she says. “Come on in, it’s terribly cold out there.”

Draco blinks, surprised by the change in their daily routine of one-to-two word greetings, but returns her smile. “Thank you,” he says gratefully, stepping into the warm building.

“Don’t worry about it dear,” she replies, patting him on the arm. She totters off, disappearing behind her counter. Draco watches after her, and wonders if she was the same librarian who had worked here when he’d come as a child. He’d never paid attention to those whom he’d considered ‘the help’ back then. Merlin, but he’d been a brat.

Draco makes his way over to the wandless magic section, where he takes his time perusing the volumes. The one he’s been using has dissolved mostly into practice and examples, which are useful but for which he has no time. As long as he knows the theory, he’s confident that he’ll be able to figure out other spells given enough time.

He picks out a slightly older but more advanced tome and returns to his armchair. This book is more concerned with theory than the last, and it goes into the differences that must be accounted for with different branches of magic. It’s incredibly tediously worded, but the concepts are fascinating, and Draco is more than happy to sink into it for a few hours.

He doesn’t allow himself to fall asleep this time – he has no desire to embarrass himself in front of Potter again – so whenever he feels himself drifting off, he takes a walk out into the little side street and entertains himself by trying out some of the new notions that he’s learning. These excursions never last too long, because it’s still bloody freezing out there, but he’s cold-woken and newly eager to delve further into his study when he returns.

It’s after one such excursion, once he’s back to pouring over his book, that a shadow suddenly falls across the cramped text on the page. He glances up, expecting it to be Potter arrived early, but to his surprise it’s the librarian standing there, her wrinkled old face smiling at him over a steaming teacup.

“Hi dear,” she says, “just coming by to see if you’d like a cup of tea?”

Draco eyes the cup warily. She’s trying to sell him tea? He cannot deny that it’s an appealing thought – he’s still shivering from the chill of being outside, and the caffeine would be welcome – but he doesn’t have that kind of money to spare.

“Erm…no thank you,” he says regretfully. The old lady shrugs good-naturedly.

“If you change your mind just let me know,” she says, and totters off. Draco looks after her retreating back and wonders when libraries have started selling tea. He’s certainly never received such an offer from a librarian before, though he’s spent a lot of time in libraries.

Potter shows up at one o-clock today, striding determinedly into the little alcove and then faltering when he sees Draco. He laughs. “Beat me to it huh?” He says. “Are you that eager to see me?” He waggles his eyebrows ridiculously, and Draco snorts.

“Yes Potter, I live my life ardently awaiting the next time I get to see you,” he drawls, before closing his book primly. “I come here to study, as you know.”

Potter laughs. “Right, our wandless savant. How could I forget?”

Draco feels a blush rising up his cheeks and frowns. “I’m hardly a savant,” he argues. There’s no way for Potter to know that he’s been working on this for around seven years now, he supposes, but he doesn’t feel comfortable with the description.

“Right, no, of course,” says Potter, scratching at the back of his head. He shuffles awkwardly from foot to foot, before he asks, “Shall we get going then?”

“Yes, let’s,” says Draco. He rises gracefully from his seat, then turns to smirk at Potter as a thought occurs to him. “By the way Potter, it did not escape my notice that you’ve come here an hour early. I wonder if it isn’t you who’s eager to see me?”

Potter sputters, his face rapidly reddening, and Draco can’t help but chuckle at his incredulous expression as he goes to shelf his book. Still, he wonders just how fond Potter is becoming of him. It makes him feel guilty – after all, Potter would want nothing to do with him if he knew who he was.

He shakes away the self-reproach after a moment. It’s not as though he’s seeking Potter out or forcing his company on him. Isn’t it worse at this point to start blowing Potter off now, to his face? Surely it’s kinder for Emory to just disappear one day.

It still doesn’t feel right, though, and the easy smile on Potter’s handsome face when he returns to the other man makes his stomach twist with shame. He frowns and resolves to kindly rebuff any future invites from Potter.

“What’s the matter?” asks Potter, his brow crinkling with worry as he catches sight of Draco. Draco forces a smile and shakes his head.

“No need to worry, I’m perfectly fine.” He says. “Shall we go?”

Potter raises his eyebrows, but lets it go with a “Sure,” before following Draco to the door. A pleasant warmth falls over Draco as they leave, and a glance at Potter shows the other man putting away his wand.

“Thanks,” he mutters, his smile turning more real at the show of consideration. Potter grins back at him.

“No problem,” he says, leaning closer and bumping Draco with his shoulder.

Draco blushes at the press of his sturdy shoulder and shoves back at Potter, playful, but also putting a bit more distance between them. It backfires, however, because then Potter laughs and throws an arm over his shoulders.

“Get off you great oaf, you’re heavy,” he complains dramatically, shrugging Potter’s arm off. Potter gasps in mock offence.

“Are you calling me fat?” He asks.

Draco scoffs. “I’m not blind,” he says. He pokes at Potter’s chest, and yeah, it’s just as solid as it looks. Draco is reminded sharply of just how long it’s been since he’s been with someone, and his face flames. He rapidly backpedals and turns away to march ahead down the street. Out of the corner of his eye, he catches an infuriatingly smug grin on Potter’s face.

“Don’t go getting cocky Potter,” he warns over his shoulder.

He can hear the laughter in Potter’s voice when he replies, “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

They walk down the same streets as they had yesterday, and Potter directs him to a charming little park that looks like something out of a picture book, all strung up with lights that twinkle against the snow and alive with people. The ice rink is a main feature, at least in winter, occupying a place of honour right at the centre. It’s surrounded by benches and a couple of tiny warming huts, and there’s a stand selling beverages and warm treats off to one side.

Potter comes to a stop and turns to him. “I – um – I got you something,” he says, sounding uncharacteristically uncertain. He pulls a little box out of his coat and flicks his wand, unshrinking it. It’s long and silver, sparkling prettily and wrapped with a bow. Potter is furiously red as he offers it to Draco. “Think of it as an early Christmas present.”

Draco looks at it, slightly panicked. Are they exchanging gifts? Is that what they’re doing?

“I didn’t get you anything,” he says uncertainly, making no move to take the box.

Potter snorts a short laugh and shoves it further toward him. “I know Emory. I didn’t expect you to. Just open it?”

He frowns but takes the box and looks at it dubiously. Potter is practically bouncing on his heels now, so he takes it to a nearby bench and sits down, setting it on his lap so that he can undo the bow. With one final look at an eagerly grinning Potter, he lifts the lid and the thin paper layer that lays directly on top, and his breath catches.

It’s a new coat, black and thick looking. When he lifts it out of the box, it falls long and heavy and surely down to his knees at the very least. In the box underneath it is a new hat, scarf, socks, and fur-lined gloves. Draco looks at Potter, slack-jawed and completely speechless.

Potter begins to look sheepish. “We can’t use warming charms on the ice,” he says, scratching the back of his head nervously, “I figured if we’re going to go skating, you’ll need a warmer kit.”

Draco frowns. It’s absolutely sweet of Potter to do this...but his pride stings. “I don’t need your pity Potter,” he mumbles, his face flushing with embarrassment.

Potter’s eyes widen, and he brings his hands up in front of him placatingly. “It’s not pity, I swear!” He says. “It’s kind of self-serving, actually. I wanted to spend more time out on the ice that’s all. Like I said, think of it as an early Christmas present.”

His eyes are guileless under Draco’s searching gaze and, after a moment, Draco sighs. “Very well. In that case…thank you,” he says stiffly.

Potter beams, bouncing eagerly on the balls of his feet. “No problem,” he says. “Are you going to put it on?”

Still pink-cheeked, Draco rolls his eyes fondly. “I may as well, seeing as you’ve gone to all this trouble,” he says. He stands from the bench and holds up the new coat. It’s certainly not large enough to go over his current coat so, with some regret, he slips off his own raggedy little garment and folds it neatly. He has no love for the coat, nor is he cold thanks to Potter’s warming charm, but he feels somehow more vulnerable in front of Potter with his overlarge shirt that he knows makes him look smaller by comparison.

Potter is watching him, of course, with those intense eyes of his, and Draco’s sure that the pink is stained onto his cheeks permanently by this point. He quickly slides his arms into the new coat and pulls it closed around him. The first thing he notices is that the coat has a built-in warming charm, and he looks up at Potter with shock. Potter just smiles unabashedly back at him, as though this is normal.

Draco’s head is spinning. For a charm to be built into a garment and not fade as the magic wears away, it has to be woven into the fabric itself. To properly make such a coat, the charm has to be applied continuously throughout the creation process. It’s finicky, time-consuming, and very, very expensive. “Potter, this is far too much,” he protests.

Potter, the complete arse, lies through his teeth. “It’s not,” he insists. “It was barely anything, honestly.”

Draco stares. “You are a horrid liar!” He accuses. There’s no way that this coat cost less than 500 Galleons. “I can’t possibly accept this.” Potter frowns.

“Well it isn’t going to fit me,” he says stubbornly, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at Draco sternly.

Draco is completely boggled. “You’re serious” he says disbelievingly.

Potter comes up to him, frowning, and takes his hand. “Look Emory. It’s really no more than I do for any of my other friends. Please, it’s not a big deal.”

Draco looks down at where Potter’s hand curls around his, hesitant. He remembers the days when he could throw money like this around, like it was nothing. He knows that, for Potter, this is little more than a drop in the bucket. But still, to him it’s not nothing. It’s significant. It’s bloody lifechanging. He’d be a fool to turn it down.

Draco sighs, and swallows his pride. “Thank you,” he says quietly, looking back up at Potter.

Potter smiles. “It’s my pleasure,” he says. His eyes are very green, and very, very intense, warm as they meet Draco’s own. Draco flushes again and looks down, breaking his gaze. His fingers fumble, unusually graceless as he does up the buttons and slips of his threadbare gloves, making sure to tug down his sleeves to prevent the Mark from showing. The new gloves are not charmed, but they are fur-lined and unbelievably soft.

Potter moves closer still, taking the hat and scarf from the box.

“Let me,” he says, draping the scarf about Draco’s neck and sliding the toque over his hair. Draco looks up at him, eyes wide, and Potter meets his gaze steadily. His cheeks are flushed red against his bronzed skin, his hair thick and tousled, and those lovely green eyes are bright, reflecting the warm yellow lights that decorate the park. Draco feels his heart skip and he quickly looks away, cheeks reddening.

“Let’s go then,” he mutters, turning back to the rink.

Potter joins him after a moment, enthusiasm visibly growing on his face as they approach the ice. “I haven’t skated in forever,” he says, charming their shoes to skates with the wave of a want. “Fair warning, though – I’m pants at it.”

Potter is not lying. He is, in fact, pants at it. Draco is wobbly when he first steps out onto the ice, his skating skills rusty from disuse, but Potter is almost tragically off-balance. Draco catches his arm to steady him before he falls on his arse, laughing slightly at the way Potter clutches at him. He’s beginning to wonder if Potter has ever been on the ice at all.

“Potter, why in Merlin’s name did you want to come ice-skating?” He asks.

Potter flushes red. “It seemed like a good idea at the time,” he says, allowing Draco to steady him with hands on Potter’s waist. “Besides,” he adds, his voice dropping to something more intimate, “It’s not so bad when you’re here to help me.”

Draco blushes, but meets his eyes steadily. Potter’s gaze is dark and intense, and Draco feels an answering heat burning in his gut. This is too dangerous. Abort, he has to abort.

He pulls back, letting go of Potter’s waist and catching his strong hands instead. At Potter’s raised eyebrows, Draco smirks. “I can’t in good conscience allow the Saviour of the Wizarding World to continually be bested by some ice, can I?” He asks. Potter groans.

“Don’t call me that,” he protests half-heartedly, but he allows Draco to take his hands, clinging on for dear life.

“Alright, alright,” Draco concedes. He frowns thoughtfully. He is a decent skater, but no kind of teacher. He thinks back to his first time on ice, when his father had tried to teach his impatient arse. “Let’s take this slow Potter. Don’t try to glide or anything. Just…move like a penguin.”

He lets go of Potter to demonstrate. Potter watches closely, then reaches for him and clutches his arm nervously as he imitates his steps. Draco gives him gentle corrections (“Open your toes Potter”, “No don’t walk, shift your weight, like this”, “Don’t put your heel down like that, you’re going to fall!”), and Potter furrows his brows and follows along with more concentration that this necessarily warrants.

It’s somewhat slow going, but the way that Potter’s eyes light up as he manages to travel a few paces without the threat of wiping out makes it entirely worth it to Draco. “That’s right, just like that,” he encourages. “You make a half-decent penguin, Potter.” He pauses and grins, and Potter throws him a dirty look.

“Don’t,” he warns, but Draco only laughs.

“Penguin Potter,” he repeats. “Has a nice ring to it, wouldn’t you say?”

“I’ll kill you,” Potter groans, dropping his head forward. Then he almost stumbles, and clings to Draco with fresh vigour.

Draco hums, steadying him gently. “I’m afraid you’ll have to make an appointment,” he says. “I’m very busy you see.”

Potter raises his eyebrows and grins. “Are you?” He asks. “You don’t seem all that busy right now.”

“I am, as a matter of fact,” Draco says primly. “I’m helping a penguin with two left feet. It’s very noble of me.”

Potter smacks him on the shoulder. “Arse!” He laughs. “Teach me something else then, I’m done being a penguin.”

Draco sighs dramatically, but obligingly moves in front of Potter and takes his hands. “If I must,” he says. He directs Potter into doing short glides, skating along backwards in front of him. Potter picks this up faster, getting the hang of being on ice now, but then nearly bowls Draco over when Draco stops.

“I thought we agreed that we were not going to kill me,” he objects, smacking Potter’s shoulder. Potter looks sheepish.

“Sorry, I didn’t know how to stop,” he says.

Draco flushes. “Oh…right,” he mutters. “Okay, to stop you turn your toes inward and sort of push out…like this.” He skates a bit away from Potter and demonstrates.

Potter tries gliding toward him and stopping, and nearly falls over again. Draco catches him, laughing. “Allow me,” he says, taking Potter’s hands again. “we’ll continue like this until you get the hang of it, alright?”

“Yeah,” says Potter eagerly. He skates toward Draco and almost falls on him again.

Potter takes a lot longer to get this right. He keeps stopping too harshly and nearly falling on Draco. It’s only once Draco starts complaining about Potter’s considerable weight – though he’s not actually that upset, he’s gotten his hands all over those muscles during the past little while– and threating to drop Potter on his arse that they start making progress.

It’s more fun that Draco expects, teaching Potter. He’s never been a great teacher, always impatient and tetchy, but having Potter’s incredible body draped all over him every time Potter doesn’t succeed is great motivation for him to put up with it.

They get Potter stopping consistently, and also performing a passable swizzle before he begs off, declaring that he needs a rest. Draco helps him along to a bench, but he returns to the ice. He hasn’t been skating in forever, and he isn’t going to waste a moment of it sitting on his arse.

He can’t play around the way he had when he was a kid – the pond they’d used as a rink had been on their property and was thus empty, whereas this public ice was somewhat busy – but he can still enjoy himself. He skates fast, just relishing in the movement and sense of freedom it brings for a few laps before he starts showing off for Potter as he skates by, doing lunges and turns, emboldened as he gets the hang of skating again. It ends with him landing on his arse after trying an ill-advised jump, and the sight of Potter cracking up over on the bench has him laughing too.

“I’d like to see you do better!” he calls, making his way over to the git. Potter grins at him in response.

“Give me a couple of years and I’ll take you up on that,” he says cheekily.

Draco blinks. “Bold of you to assume I’ll be waiting around for two years on your skating abilities,” he says, but his cheeks are flushed. Potter, after a moment, goes red as well, and there’s a beat of awkward silence between them.

“Come back out,” Draco says, just to break it, and Potter grasps his outstretched hand and pulls himself to his feet.

“Only if you teach me how to do all that?” he bids easily.

“What, fall on your arse?” Draco asks, cocking an eyebrow. “I’m afraid you don’t need my help for that Potter. You’re a deft hand.”

“And you’re an arse,” returns Potter around a grin. “Come on, show me how to do the turns like that!”

“Do you always ask for favours with an insult?” Draco wonders. “No wonder you’re being banned from stores.”

“I do,” says Potter seriously. “You should have seen Robards’ face when I went up to him and asked, I’d like to take my vacation now you ugly bastard.”

Draco lets out a snort of laughter before he can stop himself, and Potter gives a victorious smile. They’re back on the ice by now, so Draco takes pity on Potter and starts by showing him some more basics.

They never get anywhere near twirls, because as soon as Potter masters push-and-gliding with any decent speed, he immediately challenges Draco to a race. Draco laughs in his face at his overconfidence.

“You’re on Potter,” he says, and darts off. Potter, to his credit, doesn’t try and outdo his own abilities and by the time Draco’s coming up behind him he’s made it a quarter way around the rink and hasn’t fallen down yet.

He glides past Potter, spinning to skate backwards in front of him and smirking. “It seems I’ve bested you Potter,” he says. Potter doesn’t seem too put out – he’s sporting a huge grin as he skates along.

“I’ll catch you yet,” he says playfully. Draco smirks and curls his finger at his chin as if in thought.

“Is this also in two years?” He asks. “Shall I make an appointment?”

Potter growls and lunges for him, but Draco twists out of the way with a laugh. “You’ll have to try harder than that,” he teases.

Potter huffs and drops his arms. “Alright, I know when I’m beat,” he grumbles.

Draco preens. “Ah, to have bested a penguin,” he says dramatically. “Truly, there is no greater hon- ack!” He wiggles away just in time as Potter grabs at him again. Potter is grinning deviously. “Ah, he’s being sneaky!” Draco says with a smirk. “I thought you Gryffindors were supposed to be the upright, honest sort,”

Potter laughs. “Maybe that’s what we want you to think,” he says. He’s tucked his hands back into his pockets now, and Draco watches him carefully, worried that he might misbalance and fall without them. Potter has proven rather uncoordinated on the ice.

“Potter, if your grand plan is to fall over and make me catch you so that you may grab me, rest assured that I will let you fall,” he warns. Potter blinks, and then breaks out into laughter.

“That’s terribly cold of you!” He says cheerfully. Draco scowls distrustingly, but Potter is just skating along with a smile now. Then, something hits the back of his legs and he falls, yelping. Potter is immediately there to catch him, and he’s got a self-satisfied smirk on. Draco stares at him, wide-eyed, before the familiarity of the earlier feeling hits him.

“Did you just use a Tripping Jinx on me?” He accuses.

Potter smirks, unrepentant. “I caught you,” he points out.

Draco stares, incredulous. “By cheating!” he protests. Potter smirks some more and then, quite abruptly, dips him.

“I got my prize, though, didn’t I?” He asks quietly in Draco’s ear. Draco doesn’t answer, too busy clinging to Potter for dear life to even feel flustered at Potter being so close.

“Don’t you dare drop me!” He shrieks, and Potter laughs.

“I won’t drop you,” he assures, but then he tries to straighten them and loses his balance, and they both fall both into the snowbank that edges this portion of the ice.

“Oops,” says Potter sheepishly, sitting up and shaking snow out of his hair. There’s still plenty caught in the thick thatch, though, and he just looks ridiculous.

“You are unbelievable,” Draco says, shaking his head in wonder. Potter looks too smug at that, so Draco throws a handful of snow at him. While he indignantly sputters, Draco scrambles up and back onto the ice, zipping away from where Potter is also struggling to his feet with a bellow of challenge.

They play a little game of cat and mouse for a while, if the mouse were taunting the cat by darting around him just out of reach, until Potter gets worn out and returns to his bench. Draco skates up to him, cocking his head to the side.

“Are you ready to go then?” he asks. Potter leans back on the bench and shakes his head, waving a hand in the general direction of the ice.

“You can keep skating,” he says. “I’m just taking a little breather. You do more of your fancy tricks, they were fun.”

Draco laughs. “I’m all out I’m afraid. I’m no pro unfortunately.” But he goes back to the ice. He skates a few more laps, and then tries again to impress Potter with tricks and fancy footwork. He won’t say he that he’s entirely successful, but Potter is laughing and smiling brightly, and Draco’s having immense fun, so he’s not complaining.

Eventually Potter joins him again, and they skate along peacefully, side-by-side. Potter is still giddy about skating under his own power and keeps interrupting his own Auror stories to coax Draco to show him how to do something Draco had done while showing off to him.

Draco’s interrupted sleep and lack of food is getting to him by this point – he’s been fooling around rather too energetically, and it’s not as though he’s in peak physical condition. He pushes through, though, not quite willing to stop what is, all considered, a pleasant evening. It’s only once he thinks he’s ready to collapse from exhaustion that he admits defeat.

“You should have said so sooner!” Exclaims a very dismayed Potter once he catches sight of Draco’s trembling legs. The stumble off the ice together and Potter charms their shoes back to normal before, without warning, picks Draco up in a princess lift.

“P-Potter, what are you doing?” Draco yelps, clinging to the other man’s shoulders tightly. Potter grins.

“Taking you to get hot chocolate,” he says cheerily, striding assuredly along. The ease with which he carries Draco is staggering, and it makes his mouth a little dry to think about. He can feel every shift in Potter’s muscles as he’s carried, past the benches and warming huts and food stands and–

“Potter, we’ve passed the hot chocolate stand,” he says.

“I know a better place,” Potter says. “It’s outside the park, so it’s a bit further away, but it’s worth it, trust me.”

Draco blinks up at him, then nods. He does trust Potter. He squirms, vying to get down, but Potter just tightens his grip and holds fast. Draco wrinkles his brow at him.

“Surely you don’t mean to carry me the entire way there,” he says.

Potter laughs. “Of course,” he replies, as though it’s inconceivable that he won’t want to carry a grown man all the way to wherever they are going. Potter carries him as though he weighs nothing, though, and so Draco tips his head forward to rest it against Potter’s collarbone to hide the heat on his face.

“You’re bloody barking,” he mutters, and Potter’s chest rumbles with laughter. He can’t deny, though, that it’s nice. It occurs to him that Potter is recreating the childhood routine Draco had told him about as best he can, and it’s so impossibly sweet that Draco actually groans.

“You okay?” Potter asks, voice full of concern.

Draco nestles in further, refusing to look at him. “’M fine,” he mumbles. “Thanks Potter.”

Potter swallows. “I – uh – no thanks necessary,” he stutters. Draco does blink up at him then, and Potter’s face is bright red.

“Are you getting tired? I can walk,” he offers, but somehow he knows that that’s not the case. He doesn’t want to examine it too closely, however. He’ll just be reminded of what a truly terrible idea this all is. He should not be here with Potter.

Potter smiles at him so tenderly, and says, “Don’t worry Emory. I’ve got you.”, and Draco’s insides warm impossibly.

“You really do,” he mutters to himself. This is a terrible idea, but he can’t bring himself to pull away.

Potter takes him to a tidy little alley behind the park, which turns out to house another entrance to Muggle London. The alley on the Muggle side is tiny and holds rubbish bins, but opens out onto a massive, bustling street, surrounded by large, mostly square buildings. It hums with the Muggle lights that line the street and shine from windows and storefronts. Even the Muggle version of Christmas lights emit the sound.

Although it’s late, the Muggle street is still terribly busy with their automobiles, the kind that haven’t been charmed to dodge between obstacles nor to have obstacles dodge around them. They make Draco anxious – he’d nearly been hit by them, once, when he’d wandered beyond his lonely little street with its park and corner store. The vehicle had swerved around him at the last moment, and then the driver had leaned out the window and very angrily threatened to shrink him.

Draco clings closer to Potter and eyes the racing vehicles nervously, glad that Potter doesn’t seem inclined to put him down. Potter glances down at him, and his green eyes dance in amusement even as he says, “Sorry, I should have warned you it was in Muggle London. It can be a bit overwhelming the first time.”

“I’ve been to Muggle London before,” Draco replies, indignant. He doesn’t mention that the vast majority of his trips have been to one mostly empty street.

“Ah, sorry,” Potter says contritely. He sets Draco to his feet and gestures at a nearby door. “Here we are,” he says.

Draco follows him in, looking around curiously. The shop is small and cramped, with high tables scattered throughout. It’s busy, buzzing with chatter and yet more Muggle lights. There is more holiday décor here, bows and shiny garlands and a tall, skinny, tree wedged in a corner and laden with decorations. A wireless in the ceiling is playing Muggle music. “It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas,” opines the Muggle singer in a deep, rich voice. Draco smiles. It sure is.

“Save us a table,” says Potter as he joins the large queue waiting at the counter. Draco winds his way through the little shop, finding an empty two-top near a window at the back. He quickly snags a seat and turns to watch the brightly-lit Muggle street curiously.

Muggle vehicles race along the street, their lights leaving bright streaks when Draco blinks. Bundled up Muggles walk by, mostly alone or in pairs. They usually stay out of the road but deftly avoid the vehicles when they do cross. Many of them have small boxes that emit a small square of light, and they hold these up to their ears or poke at their lower half intently.

Draco watches with interest a moment longer, then glances around the café. Many of the Muggles here have the little glow-boxes as well, although some have much larger ones that open like a book – albeit not all the way – that they’ve set on their tables. Draco catches sight of the glowy part of one of these that is faced toward him, and it is projecting what appears to be a moving photograph, although it does not loop. Maybe a portrait? If so, it’s very realistically rendered.

He watches curiously as a handsome dark-haired man yells at a pretty dark-haired woman. They don’t seem to get along. Draco feels terrible for them being trapped in that portrait together. He wonders if the subject of Muggle portraits can move between pictures as well. Maybe one of them should escape to another device.

Draco looks around at the many boxes they could jump to, and his eyes meet with a young woman who’s holding her small box up with the non-glowing side facing him, right as he hears the familiar sound of a camera shutter. Ah, so the small boxes are cameras. Strangely shaped, though.

He blinks, while the girl, who’d apparently been trying to discreetly take his picture, turns red and slides her box shut in a rush. She then studiously avoids looking at him at all.

Draco self-consciously tugs his hat lower. What is she getting his picture for? Could she be an undercover Auror who has somehow recognized him? But no…she’s not familiar to him. He doesn’t see how she would be able to recognize him on sight without him at least doing the same. Maybe he’s just dressed funny for a Muggle and she wants to laugh at it later. He doesn’t think so, based on what he sees them wearing, but who knows what the unifying Muggle theme is?

Potter, thankfully, takes that moment to return. He’s laden with two enormous mugs of the most ridiculous hot chocolate, topped with whipped cream and crushed candy canes and chocolate chips and syrup, as well as a plate of biscuits. “Sorry I took so long,” he says, setting one of the drinks down in front of Draco.

“Potter…what monstrosity is this?” he asks, looking at the concoction in front of him. Potter shrugs, sheepish.

“I didn’t know what you liked so I got…everything?” he says. Draco gives him an incredulous look, but gamely takes a sip. It’s ridiculous, absolutely, and he shouldn’t like it… but it’s warm and sweet and, underneath the pile of toppings, actually has a lovely flavour. Besides, Draco has always had a horrid sweet-tooth.

“Thanks Potter,” he says, allowing a small smile onto his face. Potter grins hugely back at him and slurps at his own drink.

They settle into a cozy sort of quiet, just enjoying one another’s company. Potter hums along with the wireless, and Draco alternates between peeking glances at him and gazing around the café. At length, he catches sight of another Muggle putting his little camera box to his ear, and frowns.

“Potter,” he mutters. Potter looks up from where he’s crunching on a biscuit and tilts his head in question. Draco gestures at the Muggle. “They all take pictures of their ears. Is it a Muggle thing?”

“Sorry?” asks Potter, sounding utterly bewildered. Maybe Draco’s overestimated his knowledge of the Muggle world. But he has seemed very at ease so far.

He points a little less discreetly at the Muggle, who thankfully doesn’t notice. He’s talking to the air about what presents to get for someone named ‘Gracie’. “That camera, he’s got it at his ear. And not just him. I saw many Muggles doing that.” He leans forward. “Are ears important to Muggles?”

Potter goggles at him. “Are…what? Ears – Yeah, of course they are…I mean- no more so than ours are to us! But…Emory, those are not cameras. They’re cell-phones.” He’s looking at Draco as though he’s grown a second head. Draco frowns.

“Well, what is a ‘sell-fone’ then?” He asks, taking a biscuit.

“It’s…Merlin-” Potter flounders, “it’s like an owl?”

“An owl?” Draco repeats with a frown. “No, I’m certain it’s a camera. I heard it, when that Muggle girl took a picture of me.” He bites into the biscuit. It’s absolutely delicious – rich and buttery and sweet. He hums appreciatively. “Merlin, Potter, these are incredible.”

Potter is frowning. “Someone took a picture of you?” He repeats, ignoring the biscuits. Draco nods, turning slightly in his seat to find the girl and point her out to Potter. To his surprise, she’s watching him again. As Draco looks at her, she goes red and ducks her head down.

“Her,” he says with a confused frown. Potter starts laughing.

“Aww, I think she has a crush on you,” he says gleefully. His voice is free of the cruel mocking that Draco’s friends would have carried in school. Plenty of people had crushes on him then, and he supposes the behaviour matches, but…

“What on Earth for?” He asks, frowning. He knows what he looks like – he’s seen himself just this morning in the mirror. There is nothing attractive left about him.

Potter blinks at him. “Are you serious?” He says.

Draco flushes. Ah, Potter doesn’t like self-deprecation. He ought to have known, really. Potter is too much of a goody-goody to accept people talking down on themselves like that.

He decides to change the subject before Potter decides to try and convince Draco of some ‘unique beauty’ he possesses. “Well, in the event that she does, she’s plum out of luck I’m afraid,” he mutters. “She’s not quite my type.”

“Oh?” Potter raises his eyebrows. “What is your type then.”

You, Draco thinks. He flushes. “Decidedly more…masculine,” he says, feeling the flash of nervousness that always accompanies telling someone of his preferences. It’s a remnant from his childhood, when his father had taken him aside and told him kindly but firmly that what he does in the bedroom is his business, but he must be discreet if they are to arrange a good marriage for him.

Potter sits up straight. “Oh,” he says, his face lighting up. “That’s…brilliant. Me too, actually. Well, both really, but you know…” Ah. Draco has suspected, but never confirmed. Another piece of the puzzle Draco’s been firmly ignoring clicks into place.

“Oh…” he echoes quietly, his cheeks pinking again. Potter seems to have released some previously imperceptible tension, and he has a quiet confidence about him as he leans back in his seat and smiles at Draco. Draco returns the smile, then ducks his head to hide his blush and busies himself with his hot chocolate.

“All I want for Christmas is you!” Sings the Muggle on the wireless, and it rings in Draco’s chest. He peers up at Potter through his lashes – the other man is humming along, happily stirring his drink with a candy cane and then sticking it into his mouth, and the realization trickles down his spine, slow and warm like treacle, that he’s maybe falling a little bit in love.

He’s absolutely bloody screwed.

#drarry #drarry fanfic #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #draco malfoy #harry #draco #writing #fluff #angst #Draco's Wish

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loverunderwater · 4 years

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Life in a Year (2019) dir. Mitja Okorn

summary:

The movie follows 17-year-old Daryn who finds out that his girlfriend is dying. He sets out to give her an entire life in the last year she has left.

1/5 stars

For a moment, I worried I was being too hard on this movie, but honestly it doesn’t really matter. Spoilers, duh, but just don’t bother watching.

This movie is like if you took all of John Green’s favorite tropes (manic pixie dream girl, guy with hidden passion who claims his life only starts to have meaning once he gets a girlfriend, and of course, someone who’s dying) and combined it with every indie startup movie’s director’s favorite tropes (pressure to attend a prestigious college— directors definitely projecting their own childhoods here— from unbelievably toxic parents who were forgiven too easily, the main character’s secret quirky side passion, and dates where the MPDG shows the protagonist what “life is really all about—the journey and love”) in order to create this monstrosity of a cliche.

The main character is a pretentious dork with a secret passion for rapping. His parents, particularly his father, have an ideal life planned out for him. A 10-year plan, if you will. This movie follows his path through his senior year of high school as he meets a girl who teaches him how to stand up to his dad and follow his passion. I genuinely thought I was going like him, but alas, nay. Already, I disliked the overused trope that a love interest had to come into his life in order for him to be inspired to stand up to his parents, since nothing remarkable changes after Isabelle comes into his life, except for the fact that she’s there and “she’s different than other girls.”

The idea of “living a whole lifetime in a year“ seemed so unrelated to the topic of parental pressure to do well in schools, the topics were tied together with threads that were as close to snapping as my patience throughout the movie, and neither were particularly well-developed or expanded on beyond anything we could find in a contemporary YA novel from 2011.

I was frustrated by the simultaneously extremely realistic depiction of Daryn’s friends as teenagers, and the terribly Disney-princess-happily-ever-after fact that Daryn believes (“knows”) that he is in love with Isabelle after knowing her for two scant months. We get scenes that are totally unrealistic and immature for a movie that follows two 17-18 year olds, like the MPDG throwing a rock at security to a supposedly famous musician twice and getting off scot-free.

I was extremely put off by how quickly paced the first third of the movie went by. Isabelle went from being pissed off at Daryn, to being impressed at his (frankly embarrassing) rapping, to agreeing on a “not-date” date where a Daryn insults the food they eat because it’s not Michelin 3-star A grade wagyu beef. After that, I could not shake the thought that Isabelle was a dumbass for not dumping him right there, because who calls a burrito a wrinkled ballsack at a place his date clearly enjoys and cherishes? Then again, seeing the folks Daryn was raised by, maybe it’s an inherited behavior.

Daryn’s father is one of those people who believes that just because he started from rock bottom and worked his way up to the top, he has the right to trust people like shit for not being just like him, including his own son. For fuck’s sake, he was more distraught when Daryn destroyed the wooden board containing his 10-year plan than he was after he almost punched Daryn. I’m not sure whether to call this a caricature of toxic parenting or a Frankenstein’s monster of abuse.

When Daryn trusts his father enough to bring Isabelle home to meet him, the dinner is wracked with passive aggressive comments like “Some people just aren’t meant for higher education.” It’s a wonder Daryn’s father wasn’t rejected from each promotion he applied to with his infuriating god complex and tendency to insult people he is merely supposed to be tolerating. When Isabelle (understandably) gets upset and leaves, Daryn’s dad mutters, “I hope you’re happy” under his breath to a Daryn. Failure to recognize that he’s fucked up and blaming others for his mistakes paints Daryn’s father as a manipulative narcissist.

Daryn’s father had such an undeserved redemption arc, and the fact that he came back to apologize to Daryn at his girlfriend Isabelle’s funeral was so aggravating that it could be nothing but expected from someone like him. Coming to apologize while Daryn was grieving manipulated Daryn’s trauma and made it so easy for his father to appear like a savior, a shoulder to cry on, and be forgiven. On Isabelle (MPDG if it wasn’t painfully obvious already)’s side of the story, her mother was also let off the hook way too easily. Isabel claims “she wanted to be a mother, just not my mother,” after she is told to leave by her mother and her new family. Isabelle’s mother comes back and apologizes only after she finds out that her daughter is dying. She clearly did not feel remorseful at shitting on her daughter’s emotions but was only feeling guilty that she was rude to a dying girl. She apologized because she was selfish and didn’t want her past actions to haunt her, not because she cared about her kid, which she clearly doesn’t.

This movie’s only redeeming feature was Cara Delevigne and Jaden Smith’s acting, and they both deserved better. When Isabelle died, I found myself appreciating Cara’s emotion and Jaden’s reactions, but a voice in the back of my mind kept listing off everything I found unsatisfactory. I most definitely was not crying along, and I barely registered what was going in, which is probably not the reaction you want your viewers to have.

The characters start off in exactly the same mental state as they begin. Not one character experiences a conscious, intentional shift to overcome the very things that caused their internal conflict, which is what is supposed to drive the entire story. You could argue that Daryn matures and becomes an independent being after fighting with his parents, but that’s not true. All he does is hide behind Harvard and scholarships, and when his dad embarrasses his girlfriend, he relies on the fact that he takes care of her deteriorating health to paint himself as a good boyfriend, instead of a coward who doesn’t stand up for anything he believes in, including a girl he supposedly loves (which let’s be real, sounds just like Daryn, doesn’t it?).

Overall, the entire story was cliché and every aspect that the producers believed made the story “unique” or even worthwhile to produce, in fact detracted from the entire appeal of the movie or lack thereof.

This movie, along with The Fault in Our Stars and Looking for Alaska, belongs in John Green’s personal closet of self-masturbatory material.

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babyybitchhh · 5 years

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Alright, so now that I’m sober I realize I answered that one ask all wrong and also I threw down enough names for a fiveway, not a foursome so ... embarrassing. My inner thot really illiterate, huh? Smh go back to school and learn to count bitch.

My real answer: Shikamaru get the pussy because he’d want to be on the very bottom anyway but also I feel like his dick was made for hitting that g-spot just right when ya girl on top. That shit will have you seeing stars on a good day but the added penetration from the back? Hng. Bitch you bout to be cumming nonstop.

Kakashi get the booty because, first of all, I know he’s about that life. He looks like someone who’s biggest fantasy list would have anal right at the top next to (you guessed it) threesomes. He had two girls in mind but this is fine too, and I know he ain’t shy about knocking on the back door. Biggest hurdle here is that he’s thick, god, I know that man packing, so getting himself inside your tight ass is going to take some work. But that’s exactly why Shikamaru is on pussy duty and it’s thanks to him that you’re relaxed and doped out on endorphins enough for Kakashi to stretch out your puckered little hole. Also, the delicious burn of having your asshole played with added to the blinding pressure on your g-spot is absolutely going to have you shaking through one orgasm and right into the next so buckle up bitch, it’s gonna be a long night.

Last but not least Yamato gets the neck in my dream foursome for a few different reasons. One is that I don’t think he’d be into butt stuff, giving or receiving. Just doesn’t seem like something he’d be up for. Second is that Shikamaru really does have the kitty on lock and he’d probably be real smug about it too. No one else is getting near your pussy if he has anything to say about it (totally not because taking up any other position would require him to put forth effort. Nope. That’s definitely not what he’s thinking. 😗) Biggest reason though is that Yamato is mad into face fucking and you’ll have to pry that opinion out of my cold dead hands. I don’t remember which blog I saw it on, but someone definitely put the thought in my head with a HC list for him and I had one of those ... you know what, you’re right and you should say it moments. Anyone else might be kind of salty that they don’t get to have their way with your body like the other two but not this man. Oh no. He’s going to fuck your mouth just like if it were a second pussy and if you don’t think he’s gonna go just as ham as the rest you’re sorely mistaken. Only drawback is that, because of how enthusiastically he’s going to go at your throat, he’ll have to stand sort of to the side and have you crane your head around so that all the drool leaking out of your mouth doesn’t get on Shikamaru. Sex is messy, especially sex with multiple partners, and he gets that but that doesn’t mean he wants to be coated in spit for the foreseeable future. 🤷‍♀️

Im sort of thinking all this goes down on a couch or a big comfortable ottoman. So like, Shikamaru sprawled out under you, groping your tits and playing with your clit to make you writhe between them and really drive you crazy. Kakashi working himself over your back, pressing his chest flush against your spine so he can kiss and nibble at your neck. Once he had you loose enough to really go to town, he’d bring his foot up and brace it on the edge near Shikamaru’s hip so he can sink himself into your ass straight down to the base. At some point he’d throw caution aside and just climb all the way up, hunching over your prone body and fucking into you like a dog in heat. This is the point where the clap clap clap of his stomach smacking against your upturned ass cheeks would be at its loudest. Meanwhile Yamato’s standing over the three of you, just to the side of Shikamaru’s shoulder, holding your face in his big hands and keeping you in place while he alternates between fucking your mouth in quick, shallow thrusts that leave you feeling like a well used onahole and long, drawn out thrusts that have his cock wedged inside your throat with his silky soft ballsack pressed tight against your chin. He’d pause to give you a breather every few minutes and messily smear the spit on your face, letting you moan and wail freely into the heavy air before silencing you with his cock again. Everyone’s real good about staying focused on the task at hand (which is fucking your brains out) and they easily find a rhythm that feeds off one another and never leaves you feeling empty or an orifice unoccupied for more than a second or two at a time. No jealousy or macho posturing here, which is exactly why these three are The Chosen Ones. They’re each laid back enough that I know we could have an amicable fuck fest without someone trying to upstage the others or start shit because “I want to fuck her pussy too”. Everyone’s happy with what hole they’ve got and overall it’s just a good time.

Side note: I don’t entirely recant my initial answer which included Asuma in this game of sexy Twister but remember what I just said about everyone getting along without any macho posturing? Yeeeaaah. Knowing how much Shikamaru looks up to his sensei, I can easily see it either turning into something of a pissing contest where he tries to match Asuma’s energy or show off, really trying to make his own sexual prowess stand out in front of someone he genuinely admires, OR he’s gonna feel some kind of way about his dick game and put himself down about not being what he’d no doubt perceive as being “better”. We all know Shikamaru can be kind of hard on himself at times, that just comes with the Virgo package where he expects nothing but the very best out of himself, so I can see it potentially turning into a small problem.

But also consider Asuma “teaching” Shikamaru how to fuck you properly. Giving him pointers and smugly telling him you’ll like it if he does this or that, and then showing him by example. 🥴 Imagine being their little guinea pig while they take turns trying out different techniques on you, treating you just like a living breathing sex toy and using you solely for these lessons. Big nut tbh and I’d be straight up lying if I said I’m not also thinking about some father son bonding time in the same vein with Shikaku, hrrrrnnng. I’m here for it today.

#naruto #shikamaru nara

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grumpkinvicky · 4 years

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Papyrus

An attempt to write something different that just veered back to what I usually write. ;)

“What are you doing?” Harry did not want to share what he was doing to the very nosy Ron, no Harry was very happy keeping what he was doing a secret, thank Ron very much.

“Nothing.” He was not doing nothing at all, in fact, what he was doing was very important, but still, Ron didn’t need to know at all.

“You are doing something, you are always so secretive now, you would have thought that being married to my sister, you’d have learnt to share a bit more mate,” Ron said rudely.

“No, I’m not doing anything, why are you even here? Hermione kicked you out again? Wouldn’t blame her if she had,” the last part Harry was reasonably sure he’d muttered.

“Oi, no, not at all. Just she wanted the house to be quiet and said you might want some company while Ginny was out of town with the kids, can see that she was wrong. Apparently you’ve taken after your new hero and turned into a complete berk!” This was the problem, as soon as Harry didn’t want to talk about something, it turned into a fight with Ron about how Snape was all Harry talked about. Which wasn’t true in the slightest, it was just something he’d used as a convenient get out of a conversation fast technique, that he’d overused, a lot, after the whole coming back from the dead. There were days and weeks now that went by where he forgot all about the old bastard.

“Look, Ron, it’s something to see you, but could you find something else to do? Charlie was supposed to be visiting your mum, why don’t you go bother him?” Harry had about an hour to get this done; otherwise he’d have to wait a whole bloody year, and Ron was ruining it for him.

“I can’t believe I was even your best man, you are a complete and utter berk, you know that right. And she’s your mum too, right well, see you never!” Finally, the prat had departed, and Harry was able to pull out the letter again.

Dear Father Christmas,

I know I am a bit old for all this now, but I have been a very good boy/man for years now. As you are aware, me and Ginny are on the outs, and well, we both agreed that if we both found our true soulmates, we could stop living a lie. As you know, from watching us all the time, please don’t watch me in the bathroom, Ginny has found hers and now is nagging me all the time to find mine.

We both know who it is, so… Yeah, please can you fix it for me that I get mine back now? Otherwise I am never going to hear the end of it?

Best wishes to the family,

Harry Potter aka the boy who didn’t learn to die

P.s. could you not watch me in the bedroom when I’m alone either, it’s a bit rude.

There, and not a moment too soon. The special “owl” which was more like a miniature reindeer accepted the carrot and a pet, before whisking the letter off. All he needed to do now was wait a couple of months, remember to put plenty of mince pies and alcohol out, not brandy because everyone left brandy. Then they could finally move on with their lives. He couldn’t wait.

“Oliver’s coming in the morning,” Ginny called into his bedroom.

“Great,” Harry had lost track of the days.

“We promised to introduce the kids tomorrow, you haven’t forgotten, have you?” She stuck her head through the door and was glaring.

“No, tomorrow, yes, Wood’s coming over,” Harry was busy trying to finish off the reports that had suddenly appeared as he was trying to leave for the day. He’d refused to spend all night in the office, so had chosen to bring the home, tackling them as soon as the kids had eaten.

“You promised to have your paramour, although you could at least let me have some idea who they are?” Ginny had turned the tone to wheedling from nagging.

“What?”

“Harry, whoever it is you’ve found to replace me, so I don’t look like the villain.”

“Oh, yes, definitely - what time?” Harry had forgotten entirely.

“After breakfast but before presents, so we can distract them with shinies, little goblins that they are,” Ginny said with an affectionate grin. They weren’t that bad, but put the right thing down, and they were pretty oblivious.

“Definitely, completely and utterly.”

“I’ll skin you alive if you fail,” she warned.

“Mhmm,” he vaguely agreed.

“You did get more mince pies, right? Ron ate the last lot we had in, I did send you a message about it.” Harry vaguely remembered receiving it. He’d picked up enough mince pies to feed the entire clan for the whole holiday period, not precisely because Ron had decided to eat everything put in sight as a pregnancy eating, when it wasn’t even Hermione who was pregnant.

“Yes, dear,” he nodded, returning his attention to the papers. He’d finish the pile off, put out the pies and rum that promised to put hairs on hairs, then crawl into bed. The Night Before Christmas tradition, and stockings stuffed was already done. All he’d need to do was to fall asleep and hope he’d been good enough; otherwise, he wouldn’t see past breakfast.

“Potter, you better explain what in Merlin’s crinkly ballsack I’m doing here,” he was woken to a snarling female, smacking him on the chest. Shit, he’d been convinced he was secretly gay and harbouring a crush on Snape, or even Lupin.

“Uh, hi?” He didn’t even remember what she was called. This was embarrassing.

“Morgana Le Fay, you don’t even know who I am, do you? Blasted Saint Potter, there weren’t many of us in our year, and you, you prize prick were one of the few who actually survived.” She was tall and looked a bit like Morgana Le Fay. It didn’t help at all. She wasn’t a Gryf that much he was certain, if only because he saw them the most.

“No?” She was scowling at him now.

“I should let you squirm, I really should.” Slytherin, a Huff would have told him, and so would a Claw, but Slytherin would let him squirm to see how far they could push him.

“Pansy?” Wrong guess, as he was hit by a book.

“Greengrass?” Yeah, he couldn’t afford to be wrong again, only his natural seeker instincts saved him from being smashed in the head by an ugly vase his aunt had gifted him after they’d reunited thanks to Hermione interfering.

“You are a total self-absorbed bastard of the nth degree, you know that.” She’d stopped throwing things, and had her wand out. He was either dead, or she was going to leave. Either way, he was screwed.

“No - you need to stay!” She didn’t seem to care, and was busy straightening out her very well-fitting robes. Very well-fitting, maybe it wasn’t that he was secretly gay, perhaps he just was secretly into giants. It would explain how Hagrid came to be… he was desperately trying not to think of what she might look like under the robes, because he wanted to get out of the bed with his dignity in tact.

“I need to do no such thing, Potter.” She spat his name like a curse, although he had just guessed her name wrong twice. And come to think about it wasn’t Malfoy married to a Greengrass?

“I’ll beg?” If in doubt try begging with Slytherin, he’d learnt early on that it usually eased the issue.

“No,” huh, begging had worked for getting Malfoy to actually sign documentation. It’d worked on Zabini as well when they’d had the whole misunderstanding that had the best sweet talker trying to leave the department, a round of begging had Zabini reconsidering.

“Anything, I will do anything,” he offered, and he was blaming the fact that Ginny would skin him alive in front of his children if he failed to produce a paramour. The gleam in his mystery, love’s eyes didn’t even put him off, because as Snape would say, he never did think before he spoke.

“Anything at all, alright. Shake on it, and then we shall see.” Her hand did what her body promised it could do, drowned his. Not gay, not gay at all. Very much interested, and she looked amused by it.

“If I grovel, will you tell me your name?” Preferably before Ginny waltzed in and demanded he get dressed and an introduction.

There was an awkward pause, where she looked at him as if she was considering making him grovel too. “Millicent Bulstrode,” she said plainly. Fuck. “I hit my inheritance while you were off playing hero,” inheritance?

There was a knock at the door, and then the sound of small feet pounding down the landing followed by squeals.

“Uh - look, can you just play along, and I will explain everything later?” Because a Slytherin could play along, they were experts at it. Thank Merlin.

“Harry, kids, are awake, you need to be down in two,” Ginny didn’t open the door, which was a small mercy as Millicent watched him.

“Coming,” he could feel himself flushing as she smirked.

“Only if you’re good,” she purred, and boy did he react. Yeah, very interested in Millicent.

Wood wasn’t there yet, the stockings were opened with Millicent staying out of the way in his room, no doubt reading through all the reports. There wasn’t anything confidential or not terribly. Or worse, she’d be going through his clothes, and find the stash of dubious literature he’d been collecting in the event of meeting his soulmate and learning a whole new way of thinking. Still, he was probably always going to be the bottom regardless, and he didn’t mind one bit.

“Wood’s on his way over, you better have yours coming too,” Ginny pulled him aside to hiss in his ear. The kids were paying as much attention to them as they usually did.

“She’s upstairs, didn’t want to interfere.” Ginny hugged him, which was as close as they’d been for months. “Should have said, sorry,” he wanted to apologise. Because he knew how worried Gin had been over the whole ordeal. After they’d decided that it wasn’t working, when she found someone it did work with, she’d gotten funny with him, as if it was his fault he hadn’t. Which maybe it had been, he’d not bothered to go and look anywhere, because they were out of reach.

The floo flashed, and Wood stepped out, looking nervous. Harry held his hand up in greeting, which only made the man tenser.

“I’m going to go get Millicent,” he said, quickly leaving as Ginny went to calm her future husband down. A Millicent who was stood with his toys lain out on the bed, muttering at a mirror, shit, oh well, he’d opened himself up for this.

“Harry, I was just talking to my guardian about you,” Millicent had a cat got the cream look about her, and his knees trembled.

“Uh, Oliver’s arrived, Ginny wants to introduce him when I introduce you,” he said, not looking at the mirror with a face in it.

“Don’t you want to say Happy Yule to my guardian?” It was a trap, One that he would have to spring, because there was no way out.

“Hello?” He couldn’t make out if they were male, female or neither.

“Potter…” that sound, Merlin and Dumbledore fucking in a whomping willow, he’d not heard that sound in…

“Snape?” He darted forward to peer into the mirror, while Millicent laughed at him.

“You can do better,” Snape drawled.

“Perhaps, but he offered to grovel and then promised me anything, I could hardly refuse.” There was a moment when Harry saw a look of concern pass across the supposedly dead Professors face, a look of concern for him.

“Don’t tell me, the dunderhead vowed it?”

“He shook on it, it took though,” Millicent purred, and Harry couldn’t help but feel the tendrils of fear creep down his spine.

“Potter, you never cease to amaze me to the depths your idiocy will take you to, well the fate is sealed. I expect a fast bonding, once you’ve shaken off the former Mrs Potter that is. No later than Ostara, it will be quiet, none of the fanfare of the first, and it will stick to the old traditions.”

“Yes, Sir,” Harry heard himself say. Bollocks. He’d been so concerned about Ginny not being the villain, that he hadn’t considered for a moment that it would appear to be him.

“I’ll be in touch with your guardian regarding dowry,” Snape continued, as Millicent traced a symbol on Harry’s back.

“My guardian?” He sounded like an idiot. How, after all this time, had he fallen back into being the unsure schoolboy?

“The wolf,” Snape was dismissive.

“Uh, Sir, he’s dead.” Or so everyone was supposed to believe.

“So am I,” Snape drawled, with the faintest hint of a smirk. “I shall speak to him later, he is far more sensible than the mutt after all.”

“I’ll be by later, leave me some food?” Millicent leant over Harry’s shoulder, and Snape’s face softened.

“Always.”

He didn’t want to have to go through another five hours like the last. Wood had been nervous and awkward, while Millicent had been amused and at ease. It’d caused issues between Harry and Ginny, as Ginny had taken it as an attack on her and Lions, and another tick in the Harry was always a Snake at heart box. He should never have opened his mouth about the blasted hat.

The kids had enjoyed the attention, if nothing else. They weren’t surprised by the news that there would be some reshuffling. Apparently, other children’s parents slept in the same room and kissed each other. Out of the mouth of babes. Neither were any of the Weasley’s when they’d turned up for the rounds. Harry had gotten the “you will always be our child,” speech. He didn’t doubt it, but it hadn’t made matters any easier. Nor had the feud between Ron and Wood over a long-dead rivalry.

Millicent had been received like a dangerous bomb, that no one was prepared to touch in case it blew up in their faces. Longbottom had greeted her by name, after recovering from fright. Charlie had leered, in the subtle way he did to all attractive women when Molly wasn’t watching. But it had been Percy who he was the most concerned over. They’d known each other, in a way that spoke to friendship, or something more. There was nothing… inappropriate about it, but it felt similar to the manner that Ron and Hermione had been once, before they’d coupled up.

“So… you and Percy?” He’d waited long enough for the kids to be kidnapped to see all of the cousins before the big family meal in the evening.

“We dated.” She was lounging on his bed, he’d need to get a bigger bed. A much bigger bed.

“Oh?” He was picking up his dirty socks, and nothing more. He was not kneeling next to the bed as she lay there at all, oh no.

“For a while, we decided that there were too many secrets between us to make it work,” she wasn’t even looking at him. Instead, she was busy flicking through some letters he had by his bed to respond to when he had time. Including one to Luna about the lesser spotted Rotvicy that was currently attacking her Wrackspurts.

“Oh,” his hands felt clammy all of a sudden, and wiping them on his trousers did nothing.

“It was quite amicable, but we did manage to avoid falling back into bed, after the third month,” she sounded so relaxed, and he wanted to look at her but couldn’t bring himself to. He was too… too ashamed. She’d been out there all this time, and he’d had to write to Father Christmas to meet her.

“When did you?”

“Years ago, we kept in touch, hard not to really.” Which wasn’t reassuring in the slightest.

“Oh?” He was on fire with the conversation, she’d never want to leave him.

“You’ll find out soon enough. So tell me, Harry, how come a prize catch like you has to kidnap almost complete strangers to find a new partner?” She’d rolled onto her stomach, having dropped the letters back where they were.

“Uh, I thought I was gay?” Did he really just say that? “I mean, I’ve been busy with work, and thought that it might work?” He could practically hear Malfoy jeering at him for that resounding success of an answer.

#millicent bulstrode #harry potter #au #apm #prompts #endings and beginnings

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Training: Golden Dicks Award (pt 2)

And we’re back. My mstrlst is in my bio, so you can catch up there. Also I reblogged it before posting this, so you can just scroll down a bit. This is shorter than the first part.

All the usual warnings apply: Voyerism, orgy, lesbian sex, blood mention, chastity, hypnotism.

If you want something specific tagged, lemme know!

After eating what could be categorized as dinner, you put yourself together again. There’d be a rush at intermission, but you were ready as your hypnosis went deeper. Apparently, you had called out some of your owners’ names instead of the one given to you to say. So you were given more layers a sleep. A fog would permanently be in your mind.

“Alligator”

“Crocodile”

Intermission. First was half of one of the larger groups. Then the second half. No time for clean up. You weren’t sure if they had used your ass or not. They liked your lap dances more and parading you around than actual sex.

Third group during intermission wanted you clean, so a quick shower with lots of help. Then you were dried off. They wanted a fashion show first.

Blue see through pants with a bikini top. Then a slutty schoolgirl outfit featuring a micro skirt that showed off your ass. You felt the semen shifting inside. Nothing but pearls were your next outfit. They were cascading off of every body part.

“Sit on my lap, beautiful.”

“Yes, sir.” I was to call them sir.

This blonde haired one was all muscle, his thighs were strong and firm. He hugged you around the waist. The other gave lust filled grins.

“[Redacted] was right about you, cutie. You look good in everything, so fuckable.” The smaller one was to your left and he scratched your chin.

Their tall and pale member kissed up your legs as the one hugging your waist kissed your neck. The one on your right was also quite muscular, and his lips were very adorable. The three others were looking for your next outfit. The one they would fuck you in.

“They said you can take anything.” Baby lips said.

“I can, sir.” You replied. “I’ll do anything you want me to.”

Dimples came out with Smiley and Legs. Your brain had given them secondary names to make sure you could tell one from the other. Legs was the only rapper wearing shorts. IT seems they went for more of a school boy uniform this era.

It was Smiley who held up the pink latex dress up and said to get ready quickly. How much time had passed? Had they already performed? Was that why they were taking their time?

Either way, you changed into the tight and bright outfit, and went back out to see them.

“Fuck…” Dimples said and licked his lips. “Nice choice [redacted].”

“Thank you. Thank you.”

They all turned to the smaller one, saying he got to give the first orders. He wanted a tit job, so you got on your knees in front of him. Sir pulled out his cock, and you began rubbing it with your latex covered tits.

“Oh god, [redacted] was right!” His voice shot up to his higher octaves. “Holy shit.”

“Wow, hyung” said the lanky and pale member. “She’s that good, huh?”

He grinned, “Oh, yeah. It feels good.”

The other men started rubbing themselves. You focused on your breasts and the dick between them. You stuck your tongue out and touched the tip to it.

Legs asked, “Cutie, how many times has cum gone in your ass?”

“I...I don’t know.” It upset you a bit. “I was supposed to get 7, but so many, and I’m not sure. At least 5?”

He scratched your scalp, “It’s ok if you don’t remember. It sorta got messy, huh?”

You nodded and thought to yourself how much of an understatement that was.

“I think you should get this thing off. You’ve worked so hard. [Redacted] himself even tried to break you.”

“He’s got a harem, I’m pretty sure.” Smiley said.

You spoke, “I have to be sure, though.”

“Don’t worry.” The oldest said. “You will be.”

The muscly one from earlier added, “We’ll top you off.” His voice came from behind you.

You dress had rolled up to your waist and he unplugged you. It came out like a waterfall. It made your cheeks warm for such a thing to have occurred.

“Well…” He said. “More than 7.”

“I’m sorry, sir.”

He shook his hand, “I guess we don’t need lube, then.”

Strong hands grabbed your waist and he lined his cock up to plunge inside you. You moaned and wanted to giggled because he rolled your dress back down. Why? It didn’t matter.

“Oh, I’m gonna cum~” the man in front said. “Open up.”

You parted your lips and stuck out you tongue even further. Sir slid inside and thrust his hips. You were being spit roasted by physical opposites, and it was quite entertaining. As he came in your mouth, two more replace it. The lanky one and Smiley’s.

How many cocks had been shoved down your throat tonight? Even more had been simply sucked on by your golden lips. Was it because it couldn’t reach your throat? Maybe. Maybe it’s just cuz they liked head better. You’d never tell mostly because they’d be nonexistent memories by this time tomorrow.

“Having fun, pup?” A familiar voice asked.

“O…oppa?” Command 16.3a.

“That’s right, pup.”

You heard his footsteps come closer, and you were made to stand up. His face was the only one you saw clearly. Yoongi. Your heart leapt, but you also felt embarrassed. You were so dirty.

He smiled, “Did you miss me?”

Your whole body reached out to hug him. He laughed a bit and kissed your lips. You were so hungry for his kiss, his touch, his everything.

Yoongi smiled, “Calm down, pup.” He looked into your eyes and then sunk to his knees. “Since you’ve been such a good little puppy, your belt is coming off.”

He unlocked it and chuckled at how wet you were, and then he placed it on the side. Your oppa kissed you again.

“I’m about to perform, so I gotta go. Have fun, darling.”

As he turned around, everything went foggy again.

Sir Legs grabbed you and threw you on the bed, “Sorry for being so rough, cutie, but I am gonna be the first to claim that pussy tonight.”

You spread your legs wide open, “Hurry~Sir~”

He growled and began fucking your dripping we pussy. You whole body shivered and you moaned so loudly. It was more like a scream to be honest.

“Fuck~yesssss~”

“And I’ll be the second.” Baby lips said as he slipped into you as well.

It felt like you would foam at the mouth with how good your body felt. A vibrating egg was shoved into your ass. Tears filled your eyes as cock was jammed down your throat as well. You couldn’t tell what was happening beyond the ballsack dangling in front of your face and hitting your nose with every thrust.

Bedsheet was balled up in your hands. You felt like you were gonna die like this. You clawed at the body on top of your own, begging Sir to go deeper. Probably drawing blood as fireworks went off behind your eyes. You clamped down on every cock inside of you as your back arched as much as it could.

Cock slid out of your mouth just to be pounded back in. You gagged as you climaxed, making it feel as though you were floating. They came as yours was just starting to end. You were slathered in their cum. Buckets was an understatement. The others had been rubbing themselves with their hands and quickly replaced all the cocks in your holes. They came so soon after.

The waves of pleasure was still being ridden. Heavy panting surrounded your spasming body. Their cum flowed out of all your holes. You couldn’t tell who hugged you and comforted you until you heard a sound like the crumpling of paper. Condom wrapper? Command 1.2 Soft Reset. All of your muscles began to relax and your consciousness began to slip.

“I’ll take care of her.” Jihye said. “You’re needed in the green room.”

You served a group of Gen 1 idols and then more girls. More outfits. Korean school girl uniform and riding the tip of a super expensive dress shoe. She was so pretty and so sexy dressed in a tight black skirt and white dress shirt with the top three unbuttoned to show off her lacy black bra.

“I changed out of my heels for this, so do better.”

“Yes, ma’am!” you moaned and started working harder.

She had said you weren’t allowed to cum until she gave you permission. Even though this was her show costume, she used it for immersion. You were going crazy trying to hold on since you hadn’t cum since eight people ago.

Your teacher sighed, “I just wanna make a cute girl squirt over my shoes. Is that too much to ask?” Then she held your face to look at her tanned and dark lipped face. “Beg for me.”

“Please, ma’am. Please let me cum! I can’t hold--ahhh. I’ll do anything. Just let me cum. Please. Please. Please. Please ma’am. Please.”

She smirked, “Cum for me.”

You gripped the chair and squirted hardcore. It became even more intense when she said a cue word. You were yourself with your eyes shut tight. It felt as though you were on fire even though you were soooo wet. You rested your head on her thigh. What just happened?

She made you look at her face and your eyes widened, “Hw--”

“See you later alligator!” the voice screamed from their booth.

You blanked on her name. When you came back to your consciousness, you were sitting where Ma’am had been. She was being escorted out by two guards.

She giggled, “I’ll bring the others next time.”

The voice explained, “Everything’s ok, (Y/N). Guests usually don’t know cue words. Even if they do, they’re not supposed to use them. I’m sure she meant no harm, but it’s a liability.”

“I understand. Am I in trouble?”

“No. No. Not you, darling. You were perfect. You’ve got a super special guest. Treat him well.” The voice made you go deeper.

A large man entered, “I’ve never done this before.”

I doubt that. You thought.

“That’s ok. What would you like me to call you? Any name other than your birth name or stage name will work.”

“Um, D-Daddy?” that tattooed man said.

You made sure to smile since he was nervous, “Ok, Daddy. What would you like to call me? I cannot give you my real name.”

He looked at you, “Will Kitten be ok?” his husky voice asked.

“Of course! I’m now your kitten, Daddy. Would you like me to change?” You looked at yourself now only in your white not so covering cover up. They must’ve...you looked at Daddy. “I have many outfits, Daddy. Oh. Please sit, Daddy.”

You were turned eager to please and were more chipper to fit your given role.

“Yes. Of course.” The large man sat on the bed after taking off his shoes.

You looked at him eagerly, “If you wanna pick an outfit for me--”

“No. Just...sit on my lap?” He pat his meaty thighs.

With a nod, you made yourself comfortable. He held you close to him and got you to lay with him. Daddy seemed tense.

“I just had a rough day, so we can just cuddle. Is that ok, or do I have to fuck you?”

“I’ll do whatever you want, Daddy.”

He sighed with relief, “Good. Cuddling it is.”

Daddy rubbed your back and talked about his difficult and high stress day. Although he was a large and rough looking man who was 1000% Daddy, it was like he was the kitten. He was pretty sure he hurt his ankle while dancing on stage.

“You need to be more careful, Daddy.” You pouted.

“Is that so, Kitten?” He chuckled.

You nodded.

“Then I’ll be more careful.” Daddy kissed your forehead.

You smiled, “Good. Are you feeling better, Daddy?”

He nodded, “I am actually.” Then something caught his eye as he smiled at you. “Lift your neck, Kitten?”

You did and he felt your collar.

“Those boys...your owners. They take good care of you?”

“They do.” You said to the man who wasn’t actually an idol but had gained lots of popularity through social media.

“Good.” He purred. “If they ever hurt you, come to me, and I’ll deal with ‘em.”

You spoke honestly, “They never would. They love me. I love them.”

He smiled suddenly. It seemed to surprise himself as well, “They better.” Then he sat up. “Ok. I should go before I mess around and fall in love.”

The man stood up and fixed his shirt.

“Did you have a good time, Daddy?”

“The best, Kitten.” He kissed your cheek. “Thank you. Enjoy the rest of your night and remember what I said.”

You grinned, “I will!” unsure if you actually would or not.

He closed the door behind him. Well, that was a nice time before it was three groups of 8+ members back to back. The girl group loved to use their nails and knew how to use toys you have never seen before. They also really liked kissing. So softly leaving trails of pink and red all over your body.

An extremely famous couple was the last to come in and had you play with the man while his wife masturbated and watched. She shouted commands to him, and he was all too happy to follow them. He had been taken out of chastity today and this was his reward. The freckles on his face made his eyes stand out more. He was dressed up like a puppy, collar and all. It was ok since they were both initiating it with you, right? The man had a bone shaped gag and beautiful whines.

It was almost hilarious the amount of times she told you to look at him instead of her. She ended up collaring you to him to make sure you obeyed. Then she slid in between both of your faces as you ate out both of her ends. He seemed like the type that liked to eat ass. They kissed your lips and left you to the officials to clean up.

Then it was time to go home. You hadn’t even done much today, but your body was tired. Your eyes opened and Jin walked in.

“How’s our girl?” He asked.

You began to run to him, but your legs gave out. Right you had legs.

Jungkook and Jin rushed to help you back onto the bed. They said you had gon in really deep and it’d take you twenty more minutes for you to have control over your body again. Right. This was your body. It didn’t belong to anyone else but you.

“No matter how many times we lay claim to you, it’s still your body.” Taehyung said, reading your expressions easily.

Namjoon added, “No one can take that away from you.”

You cried despite how happy you were. Had it really been scary at all? No. Not really. Just overwhelming. There were so many people you had made love to, but you couldn’t recall their faces or names. Someone hugged you.

“It’s ok, (Y/N).” Jimin cooed. “You did so well. We’re so proud of you.”

They all gave you space along with comforting words. Then you put on your dress and kept the collar on. It felt like a security blanket right now. Yoongi held your hand as the eight of you were ushered into a room to wait for you carts to pull up.

Heechul approached the group and you all bowed.

“You did such a wonderful job tonight!” He met your eyes. “All of you. His gaze met Namjoon’s.

He whispered something to BTS’s leader as Yoongi couldn’t hide his scowl. Did he not like Heechul? How can you not like Heechul? He’s annoying but also endearing.

“I hope there are no hard feelings. I always like to check in with the own...lovers afterwards and make sure I didn’t cross any boundaries with my performance.” He was being very honest.

What did he do? Did he parody BTS on stage?

Yoongi softened and held out his hand, “No hard feelings.”

The two men shook hands.

You snuggled your oppa’s arm. Heechul bowed to all of you and went on his way. He “accidentally” dropped something and asked his manager to pick it up. She leaned over and her pussy was glistening. So that was his pet? He grabbed the butt of another and a third leaned in close to him, giggling. A harem?

~~~~~~~

Now all eight of you were in the living room falling asleep after eating a filling takeout meal. Your pajamas were super cozy.

“(Y/N)?” Hobi whispered. “We love you. More than anything.”

“I love you too.” You replied, slightly confused but glad he said so.

He smirked, “We know. Even if you never said it again, we’d know.”

Jimin pulled you closer in his kitty lingerie that he had been wearing under his clothing all night. He must’ve been done with his dom mood. Namjoon made sure to cuddle the both of you on his chest. Jungkook was letting his leader sleep on his stomach while his head was on Jin’s. Tae’s hand was holding yours even while he slept. Yoongi was curled up behind Jimin. All your boys were there. You felt like your heart would explode from pure bliss.

As you fell asleep, you wondered why Hwasa’s smiling face popped up in your mind.

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