#nine knot spell

[mamamoon92]

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[cosmicvigilante]

[ghost-1-y]

Sacrifice

Surtr!Kyojuro x AFAB!Worshipper!Reader

Content Warnings: MDNI, explicit sexual content, penetrative sex, oral sex (f! receiving), fingering, masturbation (Kyo), getting caught masturbating (Kyo), knotting, Kyojuro is in heat, Kyo has a massive breeding kink, lactation kink (Kyo loves your titties), size kink, pregnancy kink, pregnancy (at the end), using horns as handles, implied belly bulging, mommy kink (reader referred to as both “mommy” and “mother”), love confessions at the very end, douma being an asshole, incorrect interpretation of norse mythology, reader is given as a human sacrifice to Kyo, mentions of animal sacrifice, reader referred to as “pretty girl” sometimes, please lmk if I missed anything!

Summary: The legends stated that the mighty fire giant would one day bring about the beginnings of Ragnarok and engulf the world in flames. You had been told of these prophecies since childhood and were a firm believer in appeasing the proclaimed Ruler of Fire through worship and sacrifice – just as you had been taught by the village elders since you were a mere child. What you didn’t expect, however, was for the village to turn their back on you and suggest that what would be needed would be a human sacrifice to appease the giant once and for all.

Word Count: ~6k

Divider Credit: @/benkeibear

A/N: So sorry this took so long!! I've had a mess of a week so far. I hope the fic is worth the wait! Apologies for any spelling or grammatical errors (I tried my best).

A fire blazed in the heart of the village, crackling with embers floating gracefully and smoke ebbing above the tallest of houses – its heat a sharp contrast to the bitter cold of the autumn night. Members of the village surrounded the bonfire, sitting with their families as they feasted, bellies full with the meat stew that was provided for them. A single bowl was left untouched amongst each family – a welcoming invitation for the dead to engage in the festivities that were part of Vetrnætr.

As chieftain, you engaged with the families, wishing them good health and happiness as they did the same for you, before engaging in sumbel with them as you poured wine onto the grass below.

“Freyr will be most pleased by your worship.”

In a way of parting from families, you’d praise their good faith before moving on to the next family. The smiles were abundant amongst the villagers, and, once you’d made your way fully around the bonfire, you removed your sword from your scabbard and raised it high into the air.

“Today we celebrate, and are thankful to the god Freyr for a wonderful harvest. Please join me in this sacrifice, in order to show our thanks to the deities of all the Nine Realms.” 

However, before you could commit to the sacrifice – the poor lamb that was before you – a cold hand gripped at your shoulder, which made you turn in confusion.

“Perhaps I should tell you, before you engage in such an act, that the priest has some… concerns,” the man – Enmu you believed his name was – whispered. You sighed and sheathed your sword once more, your blood beginning to boil as you’d wondered what he could possibly want in the middle of the village’s celebration.

You trudged your way through the temple that resided on the outskirts of the village. The door creaked open as you walked through, and before you sat the village priest, who sat on a cushion made of feathers and animal skin. He upturned his lips upon seeing you, yet it wasn’t a true smile.

You knew he didn’t know how to, after all.

“Ah! My lovely Chieftain,” Douma drawled, “such a beautiful night to celebrate Vetrnætr, isn’t it? Although, I doubt that Freyr will grant you the beauty or fertility needed to continue your lineage this upcoming year, truly a shame,” he said, faking a pout. 

You fought the urge to ball your fists. The village elders, and, apparently now the village priest as well, had been pressing you for a child – particularly a son – however, despite many suitors attempting to lay their claim to the throne, and therefore you, none had been successful.

Despite this jab, you maintained composure, “what do you need from me, Douma? You’ve interrupted the sacrifice.” You stared him down, and he forced a small laugh.

“Oh my, a harsh tongue doesn’t suit you, dear Chief” he sneered, “You see, I have become aware of some rather concerning events – ones surrounding Ragnarök in particular,” he paused, observing you for any kind of reaction, “unfortunately, it seems Surtr has traveled from Muspelheim to Midgard.”

Your eyes widened, “how would he be able to do such a thing? He isn’t a deity–”

“–ah, but he is a jötunn, and therefore would have the ability to travel between the realms,” Douma countered, “did you never pay attention to my lessons during your youth?”

You rolled your eyes, “you speak as though we do not dedicate sacrifices to him with each solstice. You know appeasing his anger is one of my most steadfast beliefs.”

Douma hummed, “well, it appears that you did not follow through with this past solstice, my dear Chieftain – rather dedicating it to Freyr than to Surtr – and, to be completely honest, I am quite disappointed in that fact.”

The door shut behind you, and two warriors stood on either side of you. You grabbed the hilt of your sword, sensing distrust in the air.

“Do you know, Chieftain, what would be required to adequately appease the Ruler of Fire?”

You pulled out your sword and swung at the warrior on your right, an attack which was quickly blocked by his own weapon. You landed a kick to the left one’s stomach, only for it to be trapped in an unwavering grip by the warrior’s arms. You attempted to swing your sword at him in retaliation, only for your arm to also be grabbed by the one on your right.

Douma stood up and walked towards you, gripping your chin – the cold of his skin causing you to wince.

 “A proper, human sacrifice.”

A blow landed to the back of your neck, and your vision faded to black.

—

You awoke to a chill that laid upon your skin, feeling as though you were made of ice rather than of flesh. You were completely bare, lying on a wooden floor of what you presumed to be the priest’s sacred temple, as your vision was fully obstructed by a cloth which wrapped around your eyes. Upon moving your arms – which were thankfully in front of you and not behind, you noticed that your wrists were also bound by rope to prevent you from making any potential escape from Douma’s clutches.

Outside, you heard footsteps approaching, and the door swung open – causing you to flinch at the loud creak that sounded from it. A rough hand grabbed at your arm and pulled you up to your feet, forcing you outside where you heard murmurs of villagers on either side of you. Your cheeks flushed deep with embarrassment, the idea of your beloved villagers seeing you in such a state bringing tears to your eyes in pure shame.

“All of you, please say your final goodbyes to our beloved Chieftain – for she has volunteered to become the sacrifice that will appease Surtr and end his threats of Ragnarök!”

You couldn’t hear the cheers of your people over your pulse pounding in your ears, completely helpless as you were all but dragged along the dirt and gravel pathway before being placed on a horse. A faint rustling could be heard before you felt a rope tied around your neck.

“Be careful not to fall off, my dear Chieftain, lest your neck snap as you’re dragged along the rugged terrain by your horse,” Douma whispered to you before saddling himself onto a separate horse, and you could only assume that this rope was also tied to the horse in some way, thus forcing you to go wherever Douma led you.

You begrudgingly held tight against the horse’s mane as it went into a trot, the wind blowing harshly against your naked skin as the voices of the villagers slowly faded away, replaced by the clopping of hooves as you traversed to a place unfamiliar.

The horses did not stop, and you could only tell the passage of time as the cool of night gave way to the blazing heat of the sun that seared itself into your back. Hours must have passed, and your muscles grew sore the longer you traveled.

At some point, the horses slowed, and the sun’s heat was obstructed by a shadow which loomed above you. Again, a faint rustling could be heard before you were taking off of the horse’s back – yet the rope stayed wrapped around your neck, yet it was no longer taut if you tried pulling away from the horse’s body. You were dragged into the cool shadow, before a hand gripped at your hair.

“Such a shame you never produced a son,” Douma muttered into your ear, “you wouldn’t have to die if you were nice and fertile, my dear Chieftain.”

You could only imagine the nasty grin on his face as he pushed you forward, causing you to lose your footing and fall what could’ve been roughly two meters before hitting solid rock. You heard laughter above you before it started to fade away.

Luckily, the fall seemed to loosen the cloth which covered your eyes, allowing you to see out of one of them, yet you doubted it would be of much help as you got your bearings and realized that you were indeed alone in a dark cave, being left to starve and rot as a form of sacrifice to Surtr.

You decided, that if you were going to die anyway, that you’d at least explore the cave you were pushed into.

It was dark, yet not damp, the stone beneath you as dry as the walls that surrounded you, and you wondered if the sun somehow reached its way into the depths of this cave to evaporate the moisture. There was no life, not a single lizard or insect to be seen – although a few animal bones would be strewn about here and there as you continued your descent further into the cave.

You traversed further, being careful to not trip over any rocks or pitfalls. After what seemed to be an hour of exploration, you saw the tiniest spark of light in the distance.

Perhaps a way out? You thought, and walked closer to this flickering light, and the rather narrow tunnel you were in gave way to a large cavern – with a large bonfire in the middle, one much larger than the one in your village during the celebration of Vetrnætr. 

Unlike the blazing heat of the sun from earlier, the warmth of the bonfire was comforting, with its orange hue flickering along the walls of the cavern.

As you got closer, you heard the slightest shifting from the other side of the cavern, followed by what could only be described as a low growl. You froze, unsure of how to proceed in front of a potential predator with nothing to defend yourself with. You slowly crouched and walked towards the bonfire, and, despite your hands being tied, managed to pick up one of the smaller logs on the outer ring of the fire before dousing the tip of it in flames – a weapon, should you need to use it.

As you slowly walked around the bonfire, you found a rather peculiar sight – realizing that the growl did not come from the likes of an animal.

But who– or what was before you was certainly not human.

The being before you was huge, possibly even a jötunn. You were never one to doubt your beliefs, but the idea that a creature from another realm was before your very eyes was difficult to swallow. However, from what you could remember from your religious texts, a jötunn is the only creature you could bring yourself to categorize it as. 

The creature had large, curved horns that were sizable in their girth, and its tusks – not fangs – emerged up from its lower jaw. What’s more, it had pointed ears on either side of its head which emerged through hair resembling that of fire, locks that matched the finest gold and ruby gemstones that would cost a fortune in your village.

Unlike the face, its body looked quite human – although its very naked form boasted large, dense muscles throughout its entire body, and a cock that made you swallow absentmindedly from just how threatening its size was.

The creature was stroking its girth, thumbing itself over the leaking slit – a slight shudder escaping from its throat. It started to fuck itself into its grip, thrusting quickly as though chasing its release. Its other hand was fondling its balls – which looked heavy and full of seed, before having its hand move slightly upward towards the slightly swollen base of its cock, softly massaging it to seemingly ease the tension it caused.

Fully flushed with embarrassment, you backed away from the creature before you, each step seemingly calculated in order to escape this situation.

Is the creature sentient? It seems to be humanoid– does that mean it can think like a human? What if it’s a predator and kills me? 

Thoughts rushed through your mind, seemingly going into a frenzy as you worried about potential outcomes of this situation.

Crack!

In your panic, you managed to step on a stray twig that managed to stray from the center of the bonfire.

The creature stopped its movements, and immediately turned its head to the source of the sound.

Its amber and crimson eyes opened and glared into yours.

“F-Fuck—!”

With one glance over your naked form, the creature before you released its seed, spilling it all over its fist and shaft, with the remaining drops dribbling onto its lower abdomen. It continued to slowly rub its fist up and down its length, closing its eyes as it played with its tip up until the last of its cum dribbled out from the slit, before tensing and looking back at you, eyes widening in shock – as though it couldn’t believe you were actually there.

“I’m sorry!” the creature exclaimed, a blush so red blooming across its cheeks that it seemingly felt the same amount of embarrassment as you. It hastily wiped itself clean on the furred animal skin it was laying upon. “I– I can explain, really– just– who are you? Why are you here?” 

You were in shock, so much so that you couldn’t even eke out a full sentence. Your eyes drifted down to its cock once more, which – much to your surprise – was still standing incredibly tall and proud as it curved up towards the creature’s stomach. Heat prickled across your cheeks and down your chest as the fiery-haired being used its hands to cover itself up in front of you – sensing that you might be uncomfortable from bearing witness to such an event.

This is ridiculous, you thought, you are the Chieftain of your village – compose yourself!

“I am Y/N, leader of my village and child of a family of famed warriors,” you introduced yourself. 

The creature raised an eyebrow to you in response.

“And what exactly brings a village leader into my cave?” 

You hesitated, humiliation flooding your veins even more so than before.

“I– I was overthrown by the village priest and have been made a sacrifice to Surtr, the Ruler of Fire.”

You expected laughter from the jötunn before you, closing your eyes to hide whatever dignity you had left from what Douma stripped from you. However, instead of hearing a cacophony of hearty noises from the creature’s throat, you instead heard the thud of footsteps approaching you. 

Slowly, the jötunn reached forward and removed the bandages which obstructed your vision, loosening and pulling them away with his large fingers, careful to not touch you unnecessarily in the process.

Your eyes widened as you looked up at the giant, his eyes surprisingly kind as he looked down at you. He bunched the bandages in his hands before tossing them to the side, then continued untie the ropes that were digging into your wrists and cast them aside as well.

“If what you say is true, please inform your village that I do not take human sacrifices.”

Your heart seemed to have traveled up to your throat, its beats both fast and fluttery.

“That would imply that I could go back– wait, what are you talking about?”

Then, the creature did finally let out a laugh – a small chuckle that rose from his chest and was deep and bassy as it rose through his throat.

“My dear human, I am the one you people refer to as Surtr.” 

You stopped, instinctively stepping back – away from the creature that just claimed to be the harbinger of destruction – the one to bring flames that will engulf all nine realms and Yggdrasil itself.

You did what you believed best, and forced your body to the rocky floor of the cave, bowing in absolute submission and respect for such a being – nearly cowering in the presence of such raw power presented before you.

“Stand up, please, there’s no need for that here.”

You looked up at the being before you, rather confused by his words.

He sighed, “you humans have beliefs of me that are so far from the truth, it’s saddening.”

A pause, the only sound in the cavern being the crackling of the wood against flames.

“My real name is Kyojuro, the name ‘Surtr’ is a title bestowed upon me that I did not wish to receive. I am not going to harm you or your village, I do not wish for such evil. Whatever “priest” thought that a human sacrifice would appease this nonexistent will of mine is, to put simply, a fool.”

You let out a shaky breath, and he reached out his hand – one that dwarfed your own – toward you. 

“Stand up.”

He was smiling as you took his hand, with a gaze that was comforting and kind as he sent sparks through your skin with his touch.

The prickling heat returned to your cheeks.

“I’ll help you get back to your village,” he promised.

You froze, your heartbeat quickening once more as you registered his words.

“I can’t– please, I can’t go back, not after what they did to me,” you started, preparing yourself to beg and plead this god-like creature for mercy.

Kyojuro frowned, “I understand, but I can’t keep you here. You need to leave, I– I can’t have you stay.”

You knew it was selfish, to leave your people in the hands of Douma, but after what he did to you– after how he humiliated you.

Where the fire in your village was scalding, his was warm. Where those treated you with indifference or malice, he had been nothing but kind.

Was it really worth going back?

“I’d like to stay,” you decided.

Kyojuro stopped, each and every second becoming more and more difficult for the jötunn. Every passing moment he ignored his very obvious problem, he became this much closer to just bending you over and taking you like a wild animal. His blood was hot in his veins, and fire licked at his lower abdomen, pleasure bubbling once more to the surface as he continued to endure his heat.

“You don’t know what you’re asking of me, human,” he warned. He was using every ounce of his willpower in order to maintain his composure. His heat was going to near its peak soon, and he needed you away from him before that happened. He came to Midgard to weather it alone in his cave, and you were only making it all the more difficult.

“Kyojuro,” you uttered softly, and the creature before you let out a low growl, “will you let me stay if I…help?” 

His cock twitched, precum dribbling slowly out of the tip, with the base of it swelling up once more.

“I don’t want you to try and sell yourself to me as though you’re a piece of meat. I–” he swallowed, “I appreciate the offer, but I can’t allow you to do that.”

“Kyojuro, I want to help you. I want this,” you assured, and he balled his hands into fists, as though the rope holding him together was about to snap.

“Y/N–” he warned, and you rolled your eyes.

“Please, fuck me, Kyojuro.”

The jötunn grabbed your arm, “if– if we are to do this, you must know that I am in heat, and I–” he swallowed, “I may not be able to control myself should we continue.”

You took your hand and brushed your fingers across his tightened grip, causing slight shivers to flow down his spine.

“Lose control, Kyojuro, I can take it.”

He groaned, and with his strength, picked you up and collided his lips with yours. Your hands sought either side of his face, kissing back with fervor as he moaned into your mouth. His tusks surprisingly didn’t obstruct your access to his mouth, and every once in a while he’d nip at your bottom lip, before laving his tongue over the swollen skin and pushing it into your mouth. You let out a small moan at the intrusion, and wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers finding purchase in his wild, fiery hair.

His grip on your body moved from your hips back towards your ass, cupping and massaging the muscle with his hands. His cock was stiff against your inner thigh, the precum spreading along your skin with each small movement. You wrapped your legs around his waist, moaning as his cock slipped between your legs and along your slit – the sheer girth of it a little worrisome as it pressed against your heat.

“Shit– so big, Kyojuro, hah–” you panted, and he growled.

“Never had cock this big before, have you? Don’t worry, dear, I’ll get you nice and ready to take me.”

He shifted your weight onto one of his arms, the muscles flexing as he shifted his other hand beneath you. Two of his fingers started rubbing along your clit, making small circular motions as his other hand groped at the fat of your ass. He lifted you up a little more so his mouth was in line with your breasts and pursed his lips around one of your perked up tits, sucking at it and licking broad stripes with his tongue. He groaned around your tit as he played with your pussy, reveling in how wet you were for him already. The mini vibrations sent electricity down your spine, and you moved your head to rest on his broad shoulder, giving small kisses to his neck as you whined from his ministrations.

“Lips feel so good, dear, love it when you kiss me like that,” he sighed, giving kisses to each of your breasts, “want to apologize for my earlier…release, you were just so beautiful…seeing you all naked ‘n presenting for me like that…made me want to breed you, pretty girl,” Kyojuro confessed, causing you to shiver as he softly whispered such filthy thoughts into your ear.

“Mmh– don’t apologize, Kyo– liked watchin’ you,” you admitted, and he let out a light chuckle, which made you lightly slap his rocky chest. He responded by giving a small bite to your breast, before licking it better with his skilled tongue.

“Yeah? You like the idea of me wanting to breed you? Getting you pregnant with my young?” he asked, his fingers moving from your clit down towards your entrance, where he inserted a single thick digit into your heat. You whined as your pussy clenched around the intrusion, and nodded in response, licking a stripe up his neck before kissing back down it again.

His finger thrust into you, curling against that one sensitive area inside of you as his thumb reached for and played with your clit. The moans that you let out echoed throughout the cavern, with the only other sounds being the shlick of Kyojuro’s finger deep in your cunt and the crackling of flames. After a while, he added a second digit, and slowly but surely worked you towards your peak, the tension slowly building up in your gut.

With one last swipe against your clit with his thumb, you came undone, your orgasm causing you to shudder and whine in his hold as he worked you through it, curling his fingers and rubbing your clit as you rode out each wave. 

“Kyo–” you moaned, trying to grind your hips down on his fingers, and he smiled before meeting your lips in a heated kiss. He continued thrusting his fingers up into your now weeping cunt, prepping you nice and good to take his much thicker cock.

He walked back toward his makeshift bed – a pile of furs and animal skins which he must’ve collected prior to his heat – and gently placed you down on top of them. His large hands moved down your thighs, rubbing softly up and down your plush skin as he stared at the slick between your legs. He lowered himself between your thighs and inhaled deeply as he tried desperately to memorize your scent. He licked a stripe up your slit, causing you to jolt at the sensation, and moaned as your taste spread over his tongue like honey.

You squirmed underneath his touch, which made him hold your hips in place as he started to devour you. His tongue flicked over your clit before collecting more of your juices on his tongue. Your hands found his horns and gripped them tightly, pushing his head further between your thighs, earning a groan from Kyojuro. He pursed his lips and sucked at your clit before licking at it in circular motions, moving his hand between your legs again and pushing two digits inside your cunt once more, thrusting in and out of your hole with his fingers. After adding a third finger, he started curling his fingers into that one spot again, his movements quick and deft as he brought you to your second orgasm. 

You moaned loudly as you came undone, legs shaking as your grip on his horns tightened, trying your best to buck your hips up into his face as he lapped up all of the juices that seeped out of your pussy. Only when you were able to open your eyes once more did you look down to see Kyojuro humping himself onto the fur pelts as he messily gathered the rest of your release onto his tongue.

“Kyo– please, I need you,” you whined, and he looked up at you with a fire ignited in his eyes. He got up, stroking his thick cock as he looked down upon your much smaller form.

“Get on all fours for me.”

Without hesitation, you rolled over and got on your hands and knees. Kyojuro kneeled behind you and placed his cock in between your wet folds, rubbing the tip up and down as his precum mixed with your juices. He shuddered before slowly pushing the head inside, causing you to tense slightly from how big the intrusion was.

“Relax for me, won’t you?” he asked softly.

You tried your best to relax, and he started to push more of his length inside of you, filling you up more than you ever thought possible. For a moment, he stayed like that, relishing in the feeling of your cunt tightly wrapped around his throbbing cock, his hips flush against your ass as you whined for him to move, please.

“Let me have this moment, dear, I– I haven’t felt something this wonderful in centuries,” he confessed, and you let out a soft mewl before complying with what he wanted. 

After a few more moments, his cock dragged out of you slowly before thrusting back in. He rocked into you, slowly at first, which was most likely for the better considering how huge he was. He growled as he thrust into you, his heavy balls slapping against your clit as he reached underneath you to hold your stomach, pressing up slightly as he fully fucked his cock into you.

“Shit– you feel that, pretty girl? Feel my cock deep inside you?” he groaned, and you nodded helplessly, letting out a whine as he continued his movements. “Feel so good wrapped around me, so fuckin’ tight f’ me.”

You choked out another moan as he started increasing his speed, his groans becoming more frequent with each thrust. Kyojuro took his hand and gently tilted your chin up so you could look at him.

“Won’t last much longer, pretty girl,” he leaned down and kissed you, “gonna pull out, promise.”

You whined, “no– please, need your cum, Kyo– need it inside.”

He moaned loudly, “you have no idea what you’re asking of me, pretty. You’d end up taking my knot–”

“I want your knot, Kyo! Please give it to me–!”

Kyojuro thrust even harder into your sopping cunt upon hearing that, “fuck, you want my knot? I’ll get you fucking pregnant, fill you up with my young ‘n get your belly all swollen, you sure you want that?”

“Yes! Please Kyo–! Please–”

With a couple last thrusts, Kyojuro shot his seed inside of you, thick ropes painting your insides white and filling you up to the brim. You moaned as you felt the warmth spread deep inside of your cunt, and, before his release could begin to seep out of your pussy, a burning stretch began inside your abused hole. Realizing this is what Kyojuro meant by his knot, you tried to look behind you to catch sight of his cock seemingly expanding inside of your pussy, keeping his cum nicely plugged inside of you.

Kyojuro was panting, his voice rough as he pulled you up onto his lap.

“Good fuckin’ girl, taking my knot so well.” He looked down at your chest as you sat in his lap, his cock still rock hard and throbbing inside your wet cunt.

“Can’t wait to see these breasts filled with milk, gonna be such a good mommy, aren’t you?” he said before taking one of your tits in his mouth and sucking at it, as though he were trying to get you to produce milk already for him, and eventually his young, to feed on.

“Kyo, I– I’m sorry, but I’m not fertile, I– I’ve never been able to produce an heir with another man,” you sighed, and his eyes looked up to meet yours. “I’m really sorry, it’s why I was thrown down here in the first place” you continued, hoping your words wouldn’t anger him.

Instead of becoming angry, he simply placed you back down on the fur pelts and brought your legs up towards your shoulders so that you were folded completely in half. He then crouched over you, keeping you locked in a mating press with him.

“I’m no simple man, my dear human,” he kissed your lips, “if I say I will breed you and fill you with my young–” he paused, thrusting deeply into your cunt.

“–I mean every single word.”

Kyojuro started fucking into you with renewed fervor, his stamina seemingly having increased despite already releasing inside of you once. His cock reached deeper inside of you, and you could swear you felt him all the way in your throat. Every single thrust of his hips had you a whining mess, taking his knot until your pussy molded into the shape of his cock.

“Fuck, that’s it, take it all,” he groaned before pressing his mouth to yours once more. His tongue plunged past your lips – prompting you to suck on it, causing him to fall over the edge again, his hips stilling as he pumped a second load of cum into your needy cunt. You whined as he didn’t stop – continuing to fuck into your abused cunt despite cumming twice, his cock still stiff and leaking with every thrust. You felt his seed sloshing around in your womb, feeling so incredibly full by both his cum and his fat cock.

“Mine,” he growled while pumping himself into you, “you’re fucking mine.”

You could only nod and whine in response, having been completely fucked dumb by his cock.

“Pregnant.” He pummeled his cock deep into your cunt, “getting you pregnant. Fuck. Gonna have a round belly filled with my young, tits swelling with milk, I’ll keep you here – gonna be the mother to my children, gonna treat mommy so well, hunt for you, protect you, everything you could ever want.”

You moaned, your cunt clenching around his cock upon listening to his promises.

“Wan’ it,” you managed, “wan’ to be a good mommy so– fuck– so bad.”

Kyojuro groaned, his cock twitching inside of you as it swelled even more. “Can’t stop thinking of my young suckling on your breasts, tits producing so much milk that all of them have their fill– shit, gonna cum again, gonna fill you up– fuck!” 

He spilled into you once more, filling your cunt up completely with his seed, ensuring that it takes, making good on his promise. His fingers flicked at your clit and your own orgasm came crashing down around you, pure euphoria flowing through your veins as you let out a silent scream from the seemingly endless waves of pleasure addling your mind.

Kyojuro rolled over and had you collapse on top of him, his arms reaching around your torso and holding you close.

“Did you mean what you said? About wanting to stay?” he whispered, slight insecurity being carried through his tone.

You gave him a quick peck to his lips, “yes, Kyojuro, you– you’ve been so kind to me, much more than anyone else in that damned village. I’d love to stay with you.”

He smiled softly at you, his eyes glowing with warmth as he cradled your head into his neck, petting at your hair as the two of you fell asleep next to the flickering bonfire.

—

A few months had passed, and you were waiting for your lover to return from his hunt. He had promised a large meal today, and you were excited to see what he had planned for the two of you.

You rubbed your baby bump as you cozied up next to the fire, resting in a heap of animal furs which acted as bedding for the two of you. You were surprised to find out that you were pregnant, but Kyojuro had sensed it about a month after you two had first met, and proceeded to treat you as though every step you took turned the rocks beneath your feet into gold. 

The bump was rather large for only being a few months in, and your breasts were already swelling and leaking with milk, but Kyojuro had told you that it was normal – considering that his young would be half-jötunn. He quelled your fears of labor, saying that he would help you in every way that he possibly could when it came time to have the baby.

After a few hours, Kyojuro came back to the cavern, carrying your meal over his shoulder.

“How is my love doing?” he asked with the biggest smile on his face, causing you to giggle as you attempted to get up to greet him. Kyojuro rushed over to you, ensuring that you don’t so much as lift a finger while carrying his young. He leaned down and gave you a soft kiss before dragging your meal to the bonfire and beginning to cook it.

“Mmh– Kyo? Could you help me a little bit, my tits feel so swollen,” you pouted, and his ears damn near perked up at your words.

“Oh? Does mommy need some relief?” he asked teasingly, and you nodded. Kyojuro walked over to you and knelt down, his hands reaching to massage your breasts slowly. He kneaded them and licked at the milk which dribbled out, letting it coat over his tongue. His lips wrapped around one of your tits, and he sucked slowly, moaning as he drank from you. You whined when he moved to the other tit and performed the same actions, relief sinking in the more he suckled the milk out of you.

“Taste so good, pretty girl,” he whispered before getting up again to cook the meat he brought in.

You pouted again, “need you, Kyo, please,” and he laughed.

“You can have me after we eat, does that sound okay?” he compromised, and you sighed but nodded in agreement.

You laid back and rested upon the pile of furs, smiling in contentment as you looked at the two meals that were set out before you.

“I love you, Kyo,” you admitted, unashamed by your feelings as they echoed throughout the cavern.

Kyojuro froze, glancing back at you briefly before continuing to prepare the food, trying his best to hide the blush that traveled across his cheeks to the tips of his ears.

“I love you, too, my little flame.”

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[lokisgoodgirl]

Delayed Gratification [Loki x Fem.Reader]

A link to my (new) Masterlist is HERE Summary: [Oneshot/companion to Don't be Shy] A timid Loki breaks his s*x drought, with your encouragement. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Sub!Loki. Language. Dirty Talk. (w/c 2.3k)

You pressed a thumb against the pad on your door. It beeped, making Loki flinch behind you.

“Gosh, you really are nervous.” you mumbled with a smile, hearing the rustle of Loki’s crisp shirt as he straightened.

Pouring two glasses of water, you set them the side-table next to the sofa. Loki had made himself comfortable, removing his waistcoat and sitting poised with his legs crossed.

“So how long is a long time, exactly?” you probed, sliding a hand up one muscular thigh as you settled beside him. Loki's eyes darted towards you, adjusting his hips.

“Since Asgard.” he murmured tentatively, voice catching as your fingers danced up his in-seam.

“Oh…that is a dry spell.” you cooed, an amused smile curling at your lips. How is it possible this perfect specimen hasn't been ridden in years, you thought; scepticism creeping in. It's not possible.

Loki hissed as your fingers brushed his hardening cock, feeling the trapped monster grow thick beneath your gentle touch. His knuckles whitened under the crushing grip on the armrest.

Or maybe it is, you pondered with a smile.

“If you don't mind me asking...why is that?” you said, gaze crawling over his twitching brow. "I find it hard to believe you don't have a lot of opportunity-"

“Hardly-” he gasped, ass clenching before he bit his lip. Even with this achingly light level of touch, it was almost too much for him to bear. That was plain to see.

“I just...have a h-hard time letting loo-se, you see.” he stammered, his grip making the armrest creak in protest.

You squeezed again, making Loki’s eyelids flutter shut.

He whimpered, a series of shallow pants wisping from his throat. “I can stop?” you whispered, trailing your free hand over your cleavage. His eyes shot open, afire with sudden fear. “-No.” he choked, looking longingly to the fingers grazing the curve of your breasts. “For the love of the Nine...don’t stop.”

A secret smile pressed against your cheeks as you stood and intertwined your fingers with his. “Come with me.” you said firmly, nerves sizzling as Loki let out a long exhale before unfurling himself to his full height. You walked slowly ahead of him to the bedroom, circling behind and pushing the shy god gently to the mattress.

He began to yank at his windsor knot, before pausing. “Apologies, I didn’t mean to be presumptuous.”

The words were accompanied by a penitent flutter of his lashes. You chuckled. “Loki, you’re sitting on my bed. If you had any idea how wet I am right now…” you groaned, straddling him and sliding your hands firmly over his shoulders.

Loki’s legs widened as the soaking gusset of your panties grazed the hard shaft pressed against his thigh. He swallowed thickly as you began to place messy sucks on his exposed neck, whipping the tie from his collar.

“S-slow...slower.” he panted, breaths quick. Surfacing from stiff cotton, you rose on your knees; tugging his hair back as you descended with a licentious kiss. You could feel his chest heaving beneath your own, the tell-tale thrust of his hips against your core sloppy and needy and desperate.

Loki broke for air, his eyes wild. Your lips curled in a coquettish smile. “Maybe we should start gently, hmm?” you said, seeing Loki nod. “I think that’s...wise.” he muttered, a thin sheen of moisture forming on his brow. Your knees shuffled backwards, lowering yourself to the carpet between his legs and pulling your dress over your head.

“Do you mind taking these off?” you asked gently, pulling at the fabric tight against his thigh. Loki’s gaze refocused from the lingerie cupping your curves, his mouth forming a soft O.

“Of- of...of course. Apologies.” he fumbled, before a shimmer of his magic dissolved the luxurious suit trousers from his body. And his underwear, too. “You don’t have to...do...that, you know.” he mumbled.

You didn’t need to look at him to know the pink tinge in his cheeks was back with renewed force.

Loki’s cock rose between his spread thighs. It was long, pale and utterly perfect. Just as you knew it would be. You curled your fingers lightly around the thick base, making Loki’s hips jolt. Your thumb didn’t reach around the circumference.

“Just breathe…” you murmured, hearing his frantic breaths slow at the command. Your finger caressed up the length, making tingles soar on the surface of his neglected velvet skin. “This should be worshipped, Loki.” you muttered absent-mindedly as you inspected it with awe, hearing him chuckle before you lifted your gaze seductively to meet his. “So let’s make a start on that, shall we?”

His palms rested on your duvet, fingers spread. You could see him slide them into a tight grip, neat fingernails scratching against the fabric as he inhaled sharply, bracing himself. You leant forward, extending your tongue so that only the lightest of licks trailed from the base of his shaft to the tip.

Loki’s moan was raw dynamite, a long ragged sigh that made your thighs squeeze together. He tasted like freshly washed linen, the scent of clean cotton lingering in your nostrils. Unspoilt. Virginal.

You parted your lips, tongue sliding in messy kisses against the meat of his cock. The base of your palm held his length steady, perfectly vertical as his hips rocked upwards.

“F-ffuck..det er f-for godt-” he moaned under his breath, sliding a hand against the back of your head before retracting. Seizing his moment of resistance, you lapped tortuously slowly over the leaking tip. Loki shuddered as he watched the glistening bead of pre-cum that had been trembling there disappear beneath you eager attentions.

“M-more...please.” he stammered, forearms quivering as he braced against the bed. You tilted your chin up to face him, nestled between his thick thighs. “Are you sure?” you said coyly. Loki nodded, shallow breaths making his chest strain against the buttons of his shirt. You pressed your lips together, arching a brow before you descended and swallowed the tip of his cock.

A strangled whine rumbled from the god as you sucked gently, the fingers curled around his base pulsing with each smooth lap of your tongue. You could feel Loki brace against the bed, his fingertips digging into the mattress as his thighs began to shake. And you were barely touching him.

“Det føles for godt…” he groaned, toes curling against the carpet. “F-fuck...im nær...im n-nær-” he growled through gasping breaths. “S-stop.”

You released him, a strand of saliva hanging in a teasing curve between his foreskin and your lips. Loki’s addled stare rolled blissfully along the spittal’s route, landing on your glistening mouth.

“Fuck.” he murmured reluctantly, shaking his head as his eyes darted to the side. “I should not have led you on. This is...not my usual- not my typical performance I-”

You pressed a finger to his lips. “I think it’s hot.” you purred, making his eyebrows slant with surprise. “Really hot.”

Rising to your feet, you tugged down your panties before sliding onto Loki’s lap once more. The thump of arousal between your legs was untenable, the messy slick of your sex crying for relief against his naked thighs. “Just go with it.” you keened in his ear, rolling your hips against the base of the cock sandwiched between you. His breath hitched, fingertips sinking into the curve of your waist. “We can make it a little game.”

“A game?” Loki chirped, interest piqued. “I like games.”

“I know you do.” you hummed encouragingly, sucking his earlobe between your teeth. Loki hissed, a growl building in his chest as you began to unbutton his shirt. “Is this what you thought of as you fucked yourself thinking of me?” you said, feeling his stomach clench beneath your searching hands.

He cleared his throat, back straightening.

“I must confess I was rather more...dominant.” he admitted sheepishly, avoiding your seductive stare. He observed as your fingers made quick work of the buttons, ebony hair falling sluttishly around his jaw. “Dominant?” you teased approvingly. “Why do I get the feeling you made me call you Daddy?”

“Oh, I insist on it.” he joked, before you stripped back the shirt from his shoulders.

The god’s jaw clenched as you pushed the cuffs from his wrists; coaxing him backwards. “Norns…” he gasped, muscular back hitting the mattress with a soft thump. You took a moment to savour the god stretched like an shy whore on your king bed, his soft eyes wide with nervous anticipation. You smiled, crawling slowly up his long body.

“Trust me, Loki…” you said softly, the lust in your voice simmering as the thick veins in his throat hardened. “We’ll ease you back in, don’t worry.”

He opened his mouth to speak, before his eyes fluttered shut. Loki’s back arched as you ground your bare pussy against his length. You slid easily back and forth, dragging through your slick folds. The soft mewls of grateful submission from his lips made your nipples harden.

“You should be fucked every day, Loki Laufeyson.” you slurred, feeling his cock twitch against your cunt. “Every. Fucking. Day.”

Loki huffed in frustration, bucking upwards. The scent of you. The promise of your wetness. It must be driving him crazy.

“Ride me. Please-fuck me, I can’t take it anymore.” he growled, tilting his chin against his chest as your cleavage hung tantalisingly in front of him. His nose slotted between your mounds, a shuddering sigh shaking his body as he lost himself.

"Patience, Laufeyson...” you giggled, hearing a muffled whine against your skin. “A little delayed gratification never hurt anyone. Much less a god...”

You reached between his legs, hovering above his hips as you lined him up. The wide tip of his cock nudged against your slit, his forehead creasing as he tried to restrain himself with a quaking sigh. Loki’s lips formed a stoic line, eyebrows knitting slowly together as you squeezed the thick head inside your cunt.

With every inch you sank, his lips parted further; the skin sticking as he exhaled a ragged, primal gasp of relief.

“I...I...uhh-hh-gods.” he rasped, fingertips sinking into the soft thighs spread against him. You stilled, the head of his cock buried to the hilt. You squeezed.

Loki jolted on the bed, hair fanning in wild tendrils as he clenched his jaw to the ceiling. “I had forgotten.” he moaned through gritted teeth, grunting as you began to roll your hips in miniscule waves. “I had f-forgotten...faen.”

Your clit tugged against his public mound as you rocked slowly to and fro, minimising your movements.

Loki whimpered, brows twitching as he watched you relax into bliss above him; his thick girth stretching your walls as you gyrated. “This feels so good, Loki…” you groaned, letting your head fall back as his legs tensed beneath. The god's feet slid up the bed behind you - knees parking bent at your sides. Tears had begun to form in his eyes.

“Norns.” he gasped quietly, resting his hands on your hips and guiding you carefully back and forth. Like you might break. The needy touch was the final spark, lighting the trail of gasoline to climax like a match.

Your swollen clit pulsed with every slow tug against his neat pubic hair, the solid mass of his cock making you whimper. “I’m going to cum, baby…” you mewled, making Loki’s fingers dig deeper. A solitary tear of desperation rolled down his cheekbone, disappearing to the curve.

He thrust upwards once. A broken cry of pleasure from his throat sent shivers down your spine. It sounded like pain. But it wasn't pain. Far from it.

Your palms pressed against his shoulders, limiting his movement. “Not yet.” you choked, increasing the pace of your rolling hips against his base.

“You’re so...fucking...tight.” Loki breathed, ragged pants filling the air as you rocked into him, orgasm blossoming like a wall of fire. His voice was thick, wet with pure lust. “You feel s-so-uhhh, so divi-divine I-” he stammered, choking as he felt your fingernails dig deep into the ropes of shoulder muscle.

“Now, Loki.” you whined, releasing your hands from his biceps and gripping the brass railings above his head. You slid up his cock, squeezing at the tip before sinking into the god’s sloppy thrust. His eyes were suddenly wild, torn between savouring every inch of your sex-drunk body and becoming lost in his own pleasure beneath the veil of his eyelids. An animal released from the cage.

He tugged your hips towards him, beginning to bounce you on his slippery cock. Nordic curses dripped from his lips like battle cries, a vein by his temple thick to bursting against the furious weight of his basest needs. Every slap of his skin against your fizzing clit sent jolts through your body, the power of raw animalism coursing from his sex to yours.

“Let it go-” you gasped, throwing your head back as you felt an explosion of pleasure surge in your belly. “Don’t be s-shy oh my god, - oh my, uhhh...f-fuck...scream for me, -L-Loki.”

Loki slammed your pussy a final time to the hilt, before a roar of utter devastation exploded from his throat.

Tendrils of damp hair cascaded over his brow as his back arched, errant strands across his lips blown by a feral moan of your name. You could feel the force of hot cum hit your cervix, leaking into every crevice of your stuffed slit as his messy thrusts slowed.

Loki’s eyes had squeezed shut, deep lines ironed into his forehead as he murmured panting praises you didn’t understand.

He lay there silently, breaths slowing. “Was that OK?” you whispered, flickers of sudden insecurity rearing in your mind. There was no answer. "Loki?" You leant forwards, clenching around his cock as you rested against his chest. Loki nodded, humming blissfully with his eyes still closed.

“Truly... I am lost for words.” he slurred, running a large palm down your spine and planting a light, congratulatory smack on your ass.

You felt a wave of pride rise in your belly. “There’s a first time for everything.” you teased, making Loki open one eye with difficulty. “How dare you.” he growled.

In a second, he had flipped you over; pinning you to the bed with his fingers curled around your wrists. “Not so shy anymore, then?” you giggled, feigning a feeble attempt to escape from his grasp.

“Thanks to you, it seems my drought is over-” he purred, spreading your legs with a nudge of his knees.

“And darling?” he smouldered, damp curls clinging to his cheekbones as his eyes darkened. “Daddy’s very thirsty.”

Det er for godt – it’s too good. Det føles for godt – it feels too good im nær – I’m close

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[enmi-land]

ATLAS & THE WORLD

📄 ◜ ────𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗮 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗴𝘄𝗼𝗻 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀.

ʬʬʬ. 2024 pairing. yang jungwon x (f)oc!member req. mila obsessing over jw shoulders cw. minor suggestive, shirtlessness ( LIBRARY )

MILA WAS NOT SOMEONE WHO OFTEN FELT SMALL, but whenever she was in her boyfriends’ arms, the fact that she towered over the female population meant nothing. And she found even those among her boyfriends who were close to her in height still possessed a broadness in their build that perfectly complemented Mila’s frame.

Exhibit A: Yang Jungwon.

When Mila first met the boy, her eyes were instantly drawn to his face — the feline shape of his eyes, the roundness of his cheeks, and the way his irises resembled boba in the way they reflected the light ever so cutely. But soon enough, Mila starting noticing that a lot of things about Jungwon were not cute in the slightest. His shoulders were the most prominent example of such. They were broad as the ocean, and when Mila found herself enveloped in his arms, it felt like she was being drowned in his presence.

Mila found herself tracing those shoulders for the nth time, measuring the span of them with her palms in the same way she used to measure the distance between countries on a globe when she was younger. Jungwon watched her with hooded eyes, hands resting on her lower back as she sat on his lap, his back against the headboard and their foreheads resting against each other.

“One…” Mila stretched her hand across Jungwon’s left shoulder. Marking the spot where her middle finger rested on his collarbone, she shifted her palms so that it measure beginning from the marked spot. “Two…”

Mila repeated the measurement again, whispering lowly as she counted. Jungwon breathed in deeply at the feeling of her soft hands searching his bare skin while his shirt left discarded beneath hers, right next to her bed. His chest was flush against hers, their hearts beating in sync with one another. A testament to the way they existed as one.

Mila smiled as Jungwon closed his eyes, releasing a sigh of contentment when she leaned down to place soft kisses across the span of his shoulders. “Did I mention how much I love your shoulders?” Mila whispered, a smile on her lips.

Jungwon chuckled. “A few times.”

Mila thought that Jungwon’s proportions defied all logic and physics. He had a waist that girls would kill for and shoulders that overshadowed even his hyungs. She would be lying if she didn’t find herself shamelessly eyeing the silhouette of his frame when he wasn’t looking, remembering all the times she would grip onto them as he held her up by the thighs, her legs wrapped around his waist; the times when he would hover over her as she lay beneath him, his shoulders hiding her from the eyes of the world.

But there was more to it than just that, Mila thought as she let her hands glide across the length of his shoulders.

He was a leader of a group of nine, despite being one of the youngest members — and goodness knew how heavy the weight of the burden was. These shoulders of his carried the weight of a responsibility that most people his age could never imagine. These were the shoulders that her head had rested on the nights when her head felt too heavy to keep up on her own; the shoulders that had supported her in times of weakness.

Mila softly kneaded his shoulders, thumbs rolling out the knots in his muscle from the long day of practice. Jungwon hummed in pleasure at the feeling of her hands massaging him, the tension from today leaving his body. “That feels nice…”

Mila smiled. “Good.” She placed a kiss on his cheek as his breathing slowed, the spell of sleep starting to take its effect. “You should get some rest, baby. You’ve had a long day.”

Jungwon mumbled incoherently, his face burying itself in her shoulder, letting her carry him for once. Because unlike Atlas, who carried the world on his shoulders, Jungwon wasn’t alone — and Mila would make sure it stayed that way.

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[whathebeep]

Bathing with your partner(s)

Cause with the new patches I'm thinking about a romance scene where you bathe with your companion- can or can't be sexual but is just a nice intimate moment!

Part 1- Astarion (cause I rambled too long for this one lol and now it's gonna be multiple parts)

I imagine Astarion is hesitant about bathing before back in Baldur's Gate. He doesn't like the idea of bathing in a river or a pond where fish or other things could touch him while he's trying to get clean. He would hoard the create/destroy water scrolls so he could basically have a quick shower/rinse every few days when getting bad.

I think Tav would find a still relatively good condition tub at what's left of Waukeen's rest and would haul it back to camp (the og one by the river). Set it up in the ruins across the log and collect the things needed for a nice bath- some nice smelling fragrant soap- perhaps a heavy bergamot scent, a clean sponge and such, all bought from some merchants, and even tying it all together with some aged baldurian red. I imagine he'd be more than pleased at the sight of the bath- and Tav would be more than happy to replace the water as needed. He'd want to get clean, first and foremost- and then probably relax in fresh warm water afterwards. Drink some wine, perhaps gaze up at the stars and think.

Later, however? Once he's all fresh and clean? Oh he brings Tav to the bath for a good cleaning. He half truths his way into it- you need a bath, you smell like dry blood and sweat, he's making everyone take a bath- but once Tav is naked and in the tub, he's got his sleeves rolled up and is helping. He's cleaning Tav's hair, paying mind to be gentle. He's probably got a comb on him too to help work through any knots or tangles ever so gently. He puts his hand on Tav's shoulder and asks permission to help clean their back with the soap- the same bar he used. Certainly something he'd mention later about you smelling like him. After Tav is clean and rinsed he would certainly join them in the tub, both relaxing in hot water- and either with Tav in his lap or him straddling Tav's lap he would have his fill of their neck there, licking the wound clean with his tongue before settling to relax in the water for a bit longer.

In Baldur's Gate? Oh, Astarion takes Tav to a specific Inn that has the biggest baths you could imagine. Specially ordered soaps, a bar, a nice big fluffy bed with the softest silk sheets and thick duvets, provided spell scrolls for create/destroy water, spell scrolls to heat the water, the whole nine yards. A nice long bath to start, each of you taking turns to get nice and clean, the other helping from just outside the tub. More intimate hair cleaning, along with gentle kisses here and there. I imagine from downstairs you can hear a bard playing instrumental music. It's serene.

Then once they're both clean they're both back in to relax- have a drink, probably read some books you've collected on your journeys. Astarion pays mind to massage Tav's long scarred hands- both old and new, depending on their life. He pays mind of where to press and where to massage to help relieve the tension, kissing each hand once he's done. Now that they're both a lot closer, when he drinks from Tav this time it's probably a lot more intimate. Hands roaming, fingers tracing circles here or there, rubbing, groping. Lots of tender kisses shared after for certain.

[byunejoo]

no picture header because it got flagged. oops.

── nine thirty nine

contents. smut minors dni, fem reader, hybrids, dog hybrid!kei, k spelled as kei, leg humping (for just a brief moment), petnames/name calling (pup, dumb puppy), unprotected sex, accidental knotting, breeding, oral (f rec), cum eating, multiple orgasms, fingering, he’s honestly so sub coded here

word count. 1188

wishing the happiest of happy birthdays to my best friend @starryjens. this one’s for you! love you so much, hope you enjoy! (although your birthday was two days ago. i’m the worst i know LMFAO.)

“Please, I promise I’ll be good.”

You hummed, looking up at the man in front of you. He was on his knees, looking at you with round, pleading eyes. His ears twitched, undecided whether they wanted to pin against his head or curiously stand tall. His curled, fluffy tail slowly swept across the floor, anxiously awaiting your answer. “What are you begging for, pup?” Kei wanted to whine at the pet name. “You know I need you to use your words. What do you want?” You gently patted the top of his head before removing your touch completely, looking at him expectantly. He did whine at the loss of contact. You know he likes when you pat his head!

Instead, he shuffles closer and all but wraps himself around your leg. His hips press against your shin, and you can feel it. You can feel how hard he is, but you want him to use his words. He needs to tell you that that’s what he’s wanting you to take care of. But for some reason, he can’t find the words. All he could do to vocalize his needs was whine.

It feels like his hips have a mind of their own when they start to rut against your leg. Slowly, at first, with feather-light pressure. Such little movement that the only thing giving it away was the soft sighs he let out. He lays his head over in your lap, sighing more when you start running your fingers through his hair, lightly scratching your nails on his scalp. For a moment, you let him continue.

Then you tugged on his hair, pulling his head back.

“Now don’t just hump my leg like a dumb puppy. You know better than that. Speak, boy.”

He whined louder, if it was possible, at the way you were treating him. Then he musters up the courage to finally speak. “I want to fuck you… Please.” And when you took more than a second to respond, to tell him yes, he talks again. “I’ll be good. I promise I won’t knot you. I promise I won’t cum inside. I won’t breed you, I promise. Please, just please, let me fuck you. Hurts.”

You moved your leg forward, feeling the bulge in his pants again. He was so hard that you could almost feel the blood pumping through his veins. It was almost laughable how desperate he was, but you’d be lying if it wasn’t turning you on as well. So you decided you wouldn’t tease him much longer.

All he needed was for you to spread your legs, leaning back a little. He automatically reaches forward, hooking his fingers around the waistband of your underwear and pulling them down your legs, now bare from the waist down. He sees the wetness pooling between your legs, especially when he uses his fingers to spread you open for a better look.

If he wasn’t so desperate, he would take his time to touch you. But he feels the throbbing in his own underwear and he knows he can’t wait.

He clumsily pushes his underwear down his thighs, sitting up on his knees to line himself up with your entrance. In one motion, he pushes his entire cock inside, and with just a moment to catch your breath, he starts at a steady pace. With how desperate he was acting before, it was affecting you as well, so he was met without resistance. Instead, you spread your legs further to let him in deeper.

In just a short time, he could feel his release nearing. It was only a matter of time, after having been teased while his cock was already throbbing. “Fuck,” he breathed out. “I’m gonna cum soon.”

Kei fully intended to keep his promise—to pull out and finish himself off in his hand. But with the way you were now moaning, gripping his shoulders, and the way your pussy squeezed him just right, he could feel himself slipping. He fucks into you faster, hands gripping at your thighs, making you throw your head back.

“Pull out.” You managed to gasp out. “Kei, pull out.” It didn’t take much to realize that it was getting harder for him to thrust; the knot swelling up at the base of his cock making it difficult. “Pull out. Now, Kei.”

He couldn’t. He couldn’t hear you. All he could hear was the sound of the blood pumping through his veins, his own heartbeat, and the wet noises between your legs. It was too late when he came to his senses. His knot had already swollen up to the point of no return, and he could already feel himself about to cum at any given moment. “I’m sorry.” He whimpered. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you.”

Kei’s mind was on autopilot. Words spilled out of his mouth in pathetic whines as he shallowly rutted into you, filling you with his cum. The feeling of him cumming inside you, along with his heavy knot deliciously stretching you out, had you digging your nails into the skin of his shoulder as you could feel yourself coming undone as well.

His body went limp, gently leaning forward to lay on top of you. He buried his head in your neck, kissing, licking, nipping at the skin. The both of you could feel the knot going down after a few moments, and soon he was able to pull out. Finally.

Then he dropped back to his knees, sitting on the heels of his feet. He leans forward, flattening his tongue out against your pussy. The feeling of him dragging his tongue through your folds sends a jolt of electricity through your body, hands flying forward and gripping the hair between his fluffy ears. “What are you doing, pup?”

“Cleaning you up…I made a mess.” He dived back in, focusing now on lapping up the thick cum dripping from your hole. The feeling of his tongue on you, coupled with the lewd sounds of him slurping at the mixture of your own wetness and his cum had your mind reeling. You were already sensitive from your previous orgasm, and you could feel arousal pooling at your entrance again.

Kei pulled his mouth off of you, and you thought he was done. But he lined up two of his fingers and pushed them in instead.

“Shit! What—”

Cutting you off, he hushed you. “I told you I was going to make it up to you. Besides, how else am I supposed to get all of my cum out?”

He curled his two fingers, lightly dragging them against your walls. Attaching his mouth to your clit, he alternates between flicking his tongue and closing his lips around it, softly suckling. You’re already so close to a second orgasm, but adding the feeling of being stimulated in both areas only pushes you further and further toward it.

And that’s his goal. He wants to make you cum as many times as you can handle as an apology. If he needs to, he can stay between your legs all night.

[writing-intheundercroft]

WIP: The Night Shift

you've got a nine to five, so I'll take the night shift;

and I'll never see you again if I can help it

A/N: Needed to take a break from my long fics for a moment, but I'm still drafting and working on my second person writing! Also, I heard Phoebe Bridgers cover Night Shift, and I haven't been able to get it out of my mind. Soooooooo therefore, expect a nice long one shot of Auror!Sebastian x Reader coming soon! Sneaky peek below:

You jolt out of bed, a blue wisp of a rabbit bouncing around your bedroom.  It’s rare to get a patronus message at this hour; it can only mean an emergency at the hospital.  It also must be bad, considering they’re calling you in on your day off.

Without another thought, you tumble out of bed, rushing to your wardrobe to pull out your clothes.  Your unit specifically wears a deep purple–dark enough to hide stains.  Your shrug on undergarments and petticoats, and a burgundy gown with a high neckline.  Your hands know exactly how to tighten your hair into a knot within a minute, having perfected the craft over the five years of your career. Your wand is stowed in your dress pocket; you’ll take an apron at the ward.  Grabbing a fistful of floo powder next to your fireplace, you step in, yelling out for St. Mungo’s.

The ward is in a flurry as you step out of the flames.  Another healer hands you a white cotton apron, which you wrap around your waist as you hold your wand between your teeth.  There are men all over, gashed and bleeding, as other healers take their information. 

“What’s happened?” You bark at an orderly, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“Auror ambush by some ashwinders,” he says dryly. “It’s awful.  Lost a few–even more are bleeding.  It’s dark magic, some sort of spell to keep the wounds bleeding.”

“Of course it is, those bastards.” You mutter. “I’ll take the worst of them.  Can someone bring me a coffee?”

He nods, pointing over to a bay of beds a few feet away. “Those three–they specifically requested you.” He hands off the charts, promising a caffeinated beverage.

You’re about to start flipping through the charts when you hear your name.  Your head flies up at the familiar voice, and you feel the blood drain from your face. You can see Everett Clopton waving his hands at you; Andrew Larson’s voice is yelling behind the curtain.  And just your luck, a pair of black shiny dress shoes are dangling off the examination table, twisted in an unnatural way.

Before you even realize it, you’re running to them.  The charts are promptly cast onto the side table when you duck behind the curtain, a gasp catching in your throat.

Sebastian looks awful.  

Correction–Sebastian looks dead.

[iznsfw]

Is it possible to have a fluffy Sakura idol smut?

Nightbloom

Kinktober 2022 Week 4 - Foodplay

Le sserafim's Miyawaki Sakura x Male Reader Smut

6700 words

Categories: fiancé!Sakura, foodplay, oral, nipple play, strawberry ice cream

Is it an advantage that I came back from the US today so it's technically still October for my jetlagged mind? Lol.

No idea if this is any good. I like it, though.

"Hi, baby!"

Pet names are a turn-off for you, if you were to be honest. They just feel forced. You've always had the notion that couples who do that are simply doing so for show. It's easy to assume that when all your friends started to get their own girlfriends at an early age, and paraded it around you like a damned posy. Hi, babe! No, babe! Thanks, love! Your ears burned with annoyance (and maybe with a little awkward jealousy) everytime.

The tables have turned over the years, though, all because of Sakura. With her, it's.... different. It feels different.

You catch the sweet nicknames slipping from your mouth whenever you're with her without even consciously deciding to say them beforehand. It feels natural. Easy. Nothing out of the ordinary.

It feels real.

Your girlfriend—(oh wait, fiancé, you correct yourself, with much pleasure as you glance at the gold engagement ring around her ring finger)—is a beauty even through a screen and with the relative darkness of her apartment. You let your eyes take pleasure in observing the color like that of dark honey following the curls of her hair, the slope of her perfect nose, and her round, happy eyes. Now you understand how her fans fell in love with her, although most have never met her.

Sakura smiles that perfect first-love smile of hers. She's lying on her stomach in bed. One of her hands is left to play alone with the white duvet because the other is raising a pointer against her lips. "Shhh, some stalkers might be listening. You know how it is with crazy fans these days."

You pout exaggeratedly, although you weren't hurt by her reason. It's perfectly rational. Too many cases of celebrity doxxing in this age by people with misplaced grudges. You don't want to accidentally ruin Sakura's reputation when her career is at its peak.

"Awww, are you ashamed of me, Saku-chan?" you ask. You watch her giggling reaction, even when the halls of the building start to curve. It doesn't matter; you know the building map by heart. "'Le Sserafim Sakura Caught with Loser and Lesser Boyfriend'! Oh, just imagine the headlines."

Sakura's eyebrows knot together then release their tension immediately, the way they do when she gets trapped in a bout of laughter. She slams her hands on the mattress in mock frustration. "Okay, first of all, you're my fiancè. And second, of course you're not a loser! You know I love you more than my entire career. You are more important than it—or anything else."

You roll your eyes playfully and theatrically look away to hide the red in your cheeks. You don't know how you become such a schoolgirl in love when Sakura says such cute things. One "I love you" from her, and you're a blushing mess. Oh, and don't forget "But pleaaaseee, oppa!". God, that just ruins you.

But you can't exactly put all the blame on yourself. In the dynamic of your relationship, Sakura is the better one with her words. That is why she's Le Sserafim's co-leader, after all, standing beside Kim Chaewon when she needs it. Her intelligence and natural charisma are one-of-a-kind talents by themselves.

"Oh, stop the sweet nothings."

You get inside the elevator the moment its gray metal doors part. You arrived here just in time. What's even more perfect is that you're alone, meaning you can talk to Sakura freely without worrying about your relationship being found out.

The mini screen just below the mirror ceiling spells out "10" in red, cyber font. Only nine floors to go and you're at your destination. Somehow the font reminds you of the one in Æspa's Girls music video. Next level.

You laugh at your own pun. Sakura would pretend to throw up if you said it to her. You would have liked to do that, anyway, but you do not want to hint at then potentially ruin the surprise you have for her.

"How's everything going, Kkura? With that situation and all?"

Sakura knows what you mean by the stressed word, and her features immediately show a sudden onset stress of their own. The smile has disappeared from her face. Sakura lets out a loud sigh and shakes her head, resting her temple against her propped hand.

"Oh god, baby, it's all so fucking awful," she complains. "I don't even know how Chaewon deals with it. We all had a meeting together, in the... the... what's the Korean word for that again? The goddamned pri—"

That's where your use comes in as a trilingual boyfriend. "Private room? The private meeting room?" you pipe in.

"Yeah! That's what it is. It's only for super important meetings, like only the CEO and his colleagues go there. But he called for us in there, and said that her contract was exterminated."

"That's a good thing, isn't it? But why did they only do that now?"

"I really don't get it. It's an exclusive contract. It's easier to end it more than people think. But they waited for..." Sakura shakes her head, sighing heavily. "No, I'm sorry. I'm getting ahead of myself, aren't I?"

No matter how angry she gets, Sakura knows when to keep herself in check. That's how she makes sure to never start spewing too much emotion-slurred nonsense. It's a remarkable trait of hers, but sometimes you wish that she expresses her feelings more, without the fear of hurting anyone else's.

Out of all the people in this world, Miyawaki Sakura deserves the freedom to her own thoughts and emotions the most. And you stand by that.

"No, no, it's perfectly reasonable," you console her. Dash a look at the mini screen again—12th floor—before you return your focus to your fiancé. "I mean, you and Chaewon worked so hard for this. You have the right to be angry more than anyone else. I mean, I would be, too."

Over the past few weeks, after much questioning, Sakura had hesitantly expressed her concerns to you about the conflicts in the group caused by the scandals her co-member had. It turned out that she had bullied quite a number of people during her middle school days, and they are finally starting to speak up. Worst of all, Hybe is doing a shitty job of lying about it. For a big company, they are sadly incompetent.

It was even more painful for her since the both of you were apart. She was in the final stages of preparation for her debut, so she had to commit a lot of time for practice. "I want to show people a better Miyawaki Sakura," she had once stressed to you. "The one who grew stronger and improved in all aspects."

"And they will see that woman the moment you get on stage" was your reply. "Just trust me. They will be so proud of you."

You weren't able to console her and give advice in person, so you had resorted to text messages reminding her to eat and to rest. You hoped that your love was clear as glass through the little things you do, even if it was mostly virtual.

Now that the contract is invalid, Sakura is in a confusing state of relief and panic. It's an odd feeling to have both positive and negative emotions, two polar opposite senses, merge together like that. And it isn't a pretty thing to feel at all, you are sure of that. You've seen the way it affected her—the five anxious voice messages sent to you in a span of three minutes, her lack of appetite, and the guilt. The guilt of feeling happy now that her member was kicked out, even if she had wronged her in the first place.

"I'm so fucking scared, babe," says Sakura sadly. She runs her fingers through her hair, then props her chin back on the center of her palm. "I have everything I dreamed of, but having it is harder than I thought it would be."

"Don't stress it too much. It's over, and people will still support you. And so will the girls. How are they treating the situation?"

"Oh, Chaewon was very formal about it, but you can tell part of her was happy it was over. Kazuha was an angel to her, as she usually is. Yunjin took it a little harsher."

You smile. Yunjin is the feistiest out of the five. She was on Produce 48 with Sakura, and towers over her like the animal she is often associated with: a giraffe. Sakura likes to retell her funny moments to you, and even introduced her to you once. It was interesting, to say the least:

"He's just a friend, Yunjin," Sakura had purposefully misinformed her, when Yunjin asked about you. Even around her members, she still had to keep it on the hush, so you nodded along with her.

Yunjin had looked at Sakura, back at you again, then at the arm you had wrapped around Sakura's waist. She raised both of her dark eyebrows amusedly and said, "Good fucking luck with that much denial."

Now you gaze at Sakura's stressed face, and think of how much she's been through. From giving her all in the Japanese industry, to travelling to Korea to pursue bigger opportunities, and now: with a beauty line of her own, ambassadors for many respected brands, and the center of K-pop's rising star group. Sakura is a visionary; she writes an ideal future in her mind and works hard to make it come to life. In spite of the mess of the scandal and the disbandment of IZ*ONE, she is still standing strong, if not stronger than ever.

You count off the floors left in your head. 13. 14. 15. Should you reveal your big surprise now? Probably. But what if it's mediocre to her? Or disappointing? Maybe you should have bought her more than ice cream and got an expensive bag for her instead, just like her brands do.

But you aren't a brand. You're her fiancé. A non-celebrity one who doesn't exactly have that much wealth in life compared to the more handsome drama actors and famous male idols. You're just... a guy. Some lame, unknown guy.

And Sakura is... well, everything. She's pretty, she's kind, and worked hard for everything she has now. She's more successful than you and probably two classes higher. Maybe she'll become used to the wealthier things in life, and find your little gifts the way they are: little.

Just thinking about it makes your heart ache anxiously. You want to make Sakura happy. Will just you succeed in doing that by simply being there?

"Well, if it makes you feel better...." you begin, tapping your foot on the smooth floor of the elevator.

"Yes?" Sakura's big eyes show a new curiosity.

17. 18... 19! "I—I have a surprise for you."

Sakura's adorable face scrunches up in confusion. She spends her time thinking while you use it to quickly pace to her apartment once the elevator doors open. The fragrant scent of the building fills your nostrils.

"Oppa?" Sakura frowns. "Is this another one of your pranks? 'Cause I'm not falling for it."

You smile. "No, Sakura, I'm not joking."

"Prove it."

Her response is the key to the surprise. You walk faster until the familiar dark door with the numbers "720" comes in your path. You've only been away for weeks yet her door is already scratched. You suppose it's the doing of one of the girls' dogs. The claw prints are harshly imprinted, almost creating a worrying hole. Remind yourself to ask her about what happened to it and offer to fix it for her.

You give the wood three quick knocks. "Open the door and see for yourself," you answer simply.

In the screen, Sakura turns back to gaze at it. "Wait, babe, I'll call you back. Someone's at the..."

The realization takes a while to settle in. She has obviously caught the coincidences, and is now aware that something odd is going on. But then she peers at you in the video call more closely, and catches the familiar color of the paint on the wall in your background and the same echoes on the door.

Her jaw drops.

She quickly drops the call too and throws the door open. Now, you are seeing her in the flesh. Miyawaki Sakura as she is, the real her.

Her first instinct is to squeal.

Sakura jumps up and down and leaps at you. You almost drop the ice cream pints as you seal your arms around her, deafening her screams of joy into your sweater.

The smile settles back in your face. You did it.

"Oppaaa, you clever little sneak!" Sakura scolds you lovingly. She encases the sides of your face with her hands and kisses you all over.

"Hello to you, too, Saku-chan," you tell her amusedly. The feeling of her lips on your skin is something that you missed more than you thought. "I missed you."

Sakura gives you a final kiss on your mouth with a large, cheeky smile. "Of course you did."

"You're right. Biggest understatement of the year, next to the headlines that are always trending: 'Sakura is so pretty', 'Sakura is so hardworking', and 'Sa—"

"You're such a jerk!"

In a fit of giggles, Sakura pushes you down to her bed. To show she means no harm, she climbs on top of you and showers you with so many kisses that you're breathless. It starts out on your nose, then descends to your chin, and spreads on every inch of your face. She roughly kisses your cheeks and forehead. Her chapstick lightly stains your skin, but that's no big matter. They smell as good as they taste, and you learned that the best way possible.

Wink.

You allow her to kiss you as many times as she likes, one for every cursed second you weren't together. And it feels so euphoric, so good to have someone who loves you just as much as you love her. Who cares for you with the same inordinate amount you do for her.

"Her" is Miyawaki Sakura. And it was, is, and will always be her, unchanging and eternal. Not without pain, of course, but with a love that outweighs itqq.

"You missed me so much, too, don't deny it," you chide Sakura in that easy-going, teasing manner you two take on. Despite your relationship having turned up a notch all those years ago, the friendliness never went away. It was realizing that Sakura was the best friend you wanted to see beside you in bed everytime you wake up was how you came to the decision to propose to her.

"Fine, I‐I guess I did." Sakura finally stops denying it. She rolls her eyes again. She does that so often with you that you're surprised that her pupils have always gone back in their place.

She stops her kissing to hold you in her gaze. Her hand softly caresses the side of your face while she watches you grin at her from below. And you can't stop thinking about how utterly beautiful she looks from this angle. Her eyes hold so much tenderness that it makes you feel weak. Her hair frames her pretty face so perfectly. Plus, she's looking at you so prettily, (how can anyone look so beautiful just doing nothing?!). Fingertips in between her smiling lips, her slightly lowered eyelids, and even the way she flutters her eyelashes as she mutually observes you... you want to thank everything and everyone which caused and led up to the moment of you having the greatest opportunity to  meet this beautiful girl with a heart of gold.

"Say it then," you tell her.

"No. I don't want to inflate that pathetic ego of yours any further."

"Come on, Saku-chan," you plead. You flash her a pout that would have looked good on anyone excepting you and try to mimic the way she flutters her eyelashes. "Please? For me?"

"Alright, fine. I missed... y-you—"

Perfect timing to slowly return the kisses she smothered you with. Lift yourself in order to press your lips to the skin below her mouth. Sakura stops speaking in surprise, but she gasps a little when you kiss her on the mouth firmly. It's such an adorable sound, a whimpery one, that you kiss her again in hopes of hearing a repetition of it.

No, you do not hear it again. But instead, you are granted an even better sound: a soft moan.

Sakura is truly like a cat; she leans the side of her face heavily against your hand, her quiet words of gratification coming out as sexy purrs instead of at the volume she intended for them. Your thumb stops at her bottom lip, playing with it, marvelling at the softness beneath the gloss.

You kiss her again. And again. And again.

"Oh god." Sakura takes a breather, pausing in the middle of the make-out session. She gives you an amused look despite her messy hair and flushed cheeks. "You just came here and we're already gonna have sex?"

"Who said we're gonna have sex?"

"Well, for one, your dick," Sakura fires back wittily. Her hand cups your obvious bulge. You shudder in pleasure. "And your fingers in my mouth." She sucks on them sensually, with her eyes remaining on you, making your heart skip a beat or two. "If you want to fuck me, you can just say it, you know."

You mumble out a quiet curse. Sakura starts to move her body against yours. It's a mind-numbing situation, so much that Sakura suggestively feeling your bulge and her tight small body moving sensually is a wary dream. Not to mention how good she looks in the oversized shirt she borrowed from you, even if it is safely casual. Sakura knows who and what she is, and she isn't one to slack in using it to her advantage.

Well, it was you who initiated anyway. And now you feel warm; Sakura is still performing her advances towards you, only now with a bit more determination. She straddles your throbbing erection daringly, so that it's directly pressed to her center, and you can feel how wet she is with just an upwards shift.

"Fuck, Kkura," you groan a little. It's embarrassing how hot you feel right now. Your clothes aren't even off yet!

"I want it so bad right now, baby," she complains softly. She grinds her hips to and fro, lightly bouncing as if she were actually riding you. "Do you know how many times I wanted to masturbate in the dorms, but I couldn't because of all the practices? Fuck, I can't even count it on my fingers."

You envision a sexually frustrated Sakura and become even more so yourself. The pictures running through your mind right now, of her rubbing her legs together as she practices to hold herself back, are anything but holy. "Have at it, then," you say.

"But..."

"What?"

"What about the ice cream?" Sakura asks.

You raise your eyebrows, then glance at the direction where Sakura's pointer is. Oh, right, the two pints still stand on the computer table where you unconsciously left them. Chocolate and strawberry, with your names in marker written on the lids. Sakura's is written with a "<3" at the end.

"Should we put them in the fridge?" Sakura asks.

Your mind strays a little too far that the smile you make is purely impulsive lust. "No, I have a better idea."

You flip the positions as fast as lightning. The pillows and mattress soften her fall. Give her one quick "I'll be back" kiss then collect the strawberry ice cream pint. The lid easily slides off. It has a small spoon taped beneath it, which you take as well.

You lift Sakura's shirt over her head. She helps you out, curious to see what you'd do. Then—

"Ohhhh, it's so cold."

Sakura tears at the blankets and sighs loudly. Strawberry ice cream paints her breasts. The cream covers her equally pink nipples and the roundness of her tits. And you have to admit that you're a genius with this idea. Sakura looks so hot lewdly gasping, with her painfully erect nipples topped with ice cream and her stomach twitching under your kisses.

You can't hold back anymore. You dive into her breasts. Your lips latch onto her nipples and suck on them with gusto. As expected, the ice cream is delicious, but the thing that exceeds its deliciousness is Sakura's moans of pleasure. She circles one of her nipples, letting the ice cream swirl on it, as she realizes that, despite it being a little stranger than your usual love-making, it does feel good. More than good, in fact.

"Ahhh, fuck, more... you're so good, baby!"

Her hand slides to the back of your head and clings to your hair. You lick her breast until your saliva has replaced the ice cream spread on the nipple. It's red and sore from your suckling, the same state the second boob is about to be subject to.

You squeeze the cute little tit, cleverly taking advantage of how sensitive Sakura's bosom is. She's sure to be soaked right now; she's sighing heavily, pretty mouth wide open and her eyes closed. So she doesn't see how you lean down very carefully, almost like you were trying not to be caught. How you playfully blow on the sensitive nipple, how you lean in and absolutely ravage it.

She's a sakura cake you can never get enough of. You are high on her sugar, yet you consume of her like she was made from a recipe too excellent for anyone to know. Take frequent licks and sucks at her tits, then taste the sugar on her stomach, while she finds herself addicted to the softness of your mouth.

And the hardness of your cock, too. Soon.

You'll escalate there, you know that. You just have to ease Sakura there with perfect timing.

She has been on the bed for so long, arms and legs spread apart, until her head tips upwards. "Hey...." Sakura pouts at you adorably. "I want some ice cream too."

"Sure." Spoon some of the strawberry delicacy in her mouth. She accepts it gladly. "And I think your thighs want some too, hm?"

"Heyyy, not on the bed- ohhh!"

The milky ice cream drips on her thighs. You quickly drop to your knees and lick the drops off before they can stain the bed. Sakura's thighs quiver with pleasure. Curse the shorts for still being on her so you can't eat her out.

"G-god, babe," Sakura pants. "That felt good but... not on the bed. We all know who does most of the laundry."

"Tsk, fine."

Another spoon of ice cream ends up in Sakura's mouth. You lift her up and kiss her. Her mouth still tastes of ice cream. You let your feet carry her to the kitchen while your mouth busily makes out with Sakura's. She's moaning, grabbing the sides of your face and at your shirt, tugging at its fabric. It's like she's expecting that just one forceful tug can tear it off you, just showing how desperate she is for your touch.

Mount her on the clear kitchen counter. She helps you wriggle off her shorts and unbutton your top. Her hands are messy and uncoordinated, but she truly wants to be the one to give your naked upper body a grand reveal. So, you patiently let her. You know it's the small things like that which make her happy.

Come to think of it, why did you ever doubt about the ice cream knowing Sakura will appreciate any gift? Even with the knowledge that you will forever be more than enough for her, your heart still looks down on your own efforts and self. Your playful attitude is all just a façade.

But she reminds you of your own worth. You see the way her eyes sparkle at your broad shoulders and stomach, and feel the loosening of her tense figure when she melts in your arms. You make her feel safe. Happy. Comfortable. Any adjective in the world that is adjacent to the word "home."

Her home is in your arms. Well, no, not exactly; her home is you.

Vice versa, too, or reverse. Whatever. But in simpler words, it's also the other way around; your home is her.

And what bliss such a beautiful home can give someone. The medium-sized spoon dripping of the ice cream is slipped in between your pair of lips and Sakura's own. You kiss with the utensil in between, and it teaches you to savor the slight touch of her tiers and the sweet milky ice cream from her equally delicious tongue. It's like you're making out with the spoon instead of her, but the two of you know how hot this is making both sides feel, so you go on. No harm in good things, after all.

Withdraw the spoon to scoop more of the ice cream in its mouth. It pours onto Sakura's bare thighs like a pink waterfall. Sakura reacts with a surprised "Mmph! S-so cold! It's all over me!"

"Let me clean it up, then," you offer charmingly.

Your princess allows you to. Your tongue connects with her thighs and catches the dripping strawberry expertly. Her gasp trembles with pleasure and surprise, and you calm her down with a quick kiss on the inner sides, but not slow enough to miss the drop of ice cream on the other thigh. You give it the same loving treatment as you caress the unkissed one, occasionally letting your hand grip and spank Sakura's butt. The flesh ripples beneath your palm.

"Please just eat me, baby," Sakura pleads. "Make me feel good."

You can never withhold anything from her. You give in, and find that her pussy is even more delicious than the ice cream. It's thoroughly wet, and you have to pull her closer to your mouth to prevent any drop from escaping your lips. But the gush of juices is inevitable when you draw it out by sucking on her "button." Sakura lifts her hips gladly and grinds her center more in your mouth.

"Oh god, yes, please. Yes, please please please, oppa, thank you! "

It amuses you how her orgasm doesn't take away her manners. You lick sharply at her tightening walls to draw it out of her. Her sweet taste fills your mouth and makes your head dizzy so that you can think of nothing but Sakura mewling and whimpering on the counter because of you. Her scent is so alluring; you drive your tongue deeper so it invades your welcoming nostrils. Sakura screams in delight.

"God, yes!" Sakura's fingers seal tighter around the edge of the counter. Her eyes are closed, and she's mindlessly mumbling while your stressed eating continues. "Yes, thank you, baby. Please, please lick me like that... don't stop..."

"Kkura-chan is so needy," you taunt her lovingly. Draw yourself back from her vagina to take a breather, then kiss the pulsing nub just a little above her slit. "You must have really missed me, didn't you?"

"Yes, I did." Sakura sighs at your loving kisses on her thighs and tiny stomach. There's a seldom upward buck that occurs wheneber you graze your lips just right, which you just want to keep drawing out of her. She lies back and gives herself permission to enjoy your lips after your licking returns to her center. "So much. I kept watching porn on my days-off and reading your, ah, messages. I'd touch myself to them, too. But..."

"But what?"

"It wasn't enough. Hmmmm."

Sakura does all the work herself and uses your tongue to rub her clit on. She thoroughly enjoys you performing oral on her; every time is like her first. She's always so sensitive, wet, and extremely needy. Your tongue could do the simplest dip inside her and she'd go ballistic. For example:

" Ffffuck!" Sakura sobs needily. "I can't take it anymore, babe. I need you. Inside me, I don't know if I can bear without you again."

"It's alright. I'm here now, Sakura. We can do whatever you like."

Her sob for you abolishes all plans to tease her more. Sakura is too precious to you; she has been quite lonely without you and another minute that goes without you joining her can and will make her go crazy. You know that since you've experienced it yourself. From the IZ*ONE hiatus and disbandment, to her months of long intense training after signing a contract with Hybe, you soon had a first-name basis with loneliness. And you aren't going to inflict it on either of you now that you are together.

You stand up again and kiss Sakura passionately. Your arms tangle behind the other's back as you try to remain close to her the best you can. Sakura loves tasting herself on your lips; she keeps pulling and pushing you in the midst of your liplocking, even moaning. But that's probably because of your hands groping her ass. Your fingers seek to squeeze and slap their globes as hard as they can, which just make her juices pour more beneath her.

Your cock grinds against her lips. It slides between its wet folds thoroughly, already stimulating you and Sakura as if it were already in. Sakura gives you another rough kiss before she lies back, eyes glued to your sexes joining, as she wiggles her hips in response. Her beautiful eyes do the pleading; she wants you more than anything now, and it would be so cruel not to give in to her pretty self.

So, so cruel. Anyone who doesn't give this beautiful and loving girl anything she likes is surely heartless, because here is Sakura, ready and waiting for you, turned into putty from your mouth and touch. Why leave her hanging? Why leave her unattended to?

So you give in. You give in completely. And it's like divine revelation when you enter her, when the strictness of her walls closes around you for what seems like the first in the longest time and her sobbed pleads turn into a single sharp moan. Suddenly, you understand that you love Sakura more than you thought—for her hardworking attitude, her lips on your shoulder, her eyes directed to yours. For her everything. You realize now how much you wanted and missed her during her training months, and how you might not be able to stand another second without her.

Because she is Sakura. Miyawaki Sakura, the girl you love more than anything.

You make the most out of your time with her. You begin with a few soft pumps, setting the beginning of the ritual. Sakura whines in your neck happily. Despite the speed not being that rapid yet, she enjoys it. She enjoys you taking your sweet time with her, as if time were money and you were the wealthiest man in the world.

Her legs are curled firmly around your waist, reminding you to maintain the gentle pumps for now. You do, and find yourself taking pleasure in the softness of it all. Everyone wants a passionate, rough lovemaking when the doors are closed and the curtains are drawn. However, this relatively slow start isn't too bad either. Maybe it is because you missed Sakura and do not want to arrive too early.

"Mmmm, God," Sakura murmurs. Look to your left shoulder and notice that her eyes are fluttering closed. Wonder if that's from sleepiness or the gratification. "That feels so good. You always, hm, treat me so nicely."

You feel the pride making your smile wider than ever. You bask in it not because of the way you are able to pleasure her, but due to the fact that you make her happy and appreciated. The two things, when compared, can sound a little similar. But you swear on your life that there's a large difference between being glad you are sexually capable and the pride from treating the girl you love with the kind she deserves: one that's as sweet as ice cream.

That reminds you of the pints on the farther side of the counter. They are surely melted now, but you still want to try mixing them with sex. If Sakura is still up for it, obviously.

Try to keep your voice steady as you ask, "Still want to do the ice cream thing?"

Sakura's pants take a while before giving way to her answer: "Yeah, sure."

Take a moment to scoop ice cream in Sakura's mouth. Before the milky substance drips away, you start sucking on her tongue. Sakura makes a surprised but welcoming moan. She grabs your head and pulls you in closer, encouraging you to continue. Your hot mouth drives her on and so do the steady thrusts of your hips.

"Fuck, that's so hot!" Sakura pulls away with a sigh. "C-can you—can you go faster now, please?"

"By all means," you say sweetly. Do so according to her needs, quickening the stamina of your drills and kissing along her jaw, neck and chest. After you finish, you hold her close and place a last one on her forehead.

Sakura trembles in your arms. Her hole tenses at the immediate evolution of the speed. She lets you do the work, allowing herself to receive rather than give like she always has, and only lets out the softest of sighs silenced by her lips pressed to your shoulder. Her nipples poke your own chest and swipe at your skin. Consider breaking the hug to give them deserved pinches, but decide to settle for the embrace the both of you are wrapped like presents in.

"You know I love you, right, Saku-chan?" you ask her. It isn't a rhetorical inquiry; you actually ponder if she does know that you do more than anything. Angle your hips upwards to hit the all-too-familiar perfect spots, and she yelps.

"Hmm, fuck, I know." She looks up at you, large eyes filled with love and pleasure, and rests her forehead against yours. "Do you know that I love you?"

You smile. It has been a long time since you have doubted that, and doing so won't happen again. "Of course. Are you close?"

You seek to help her answer her question with swifter thrusts and gropes. You caress the curves of her butt and thighs, gently urging them to splay wider, and allowing yourself to drill harder. The force makes her release more than a series of sounds. They are borderline screams, and they could have rendered you deaf if you did not want to grasp each word they are stressed as.

"Yes! Fuck, God, yes!" shouts Sakura. And really, even without her clear declaration, you would have known. Her lower body is moving and trembling. She is clinging onto you as if she isn't sure she can catch herself. More importantly, her moans are increasing and decreasing rapidly with both quantity and volume.

"Ah, I am, too, babe. Let's g-get through it together, okay? Holy fuck, you're tight."

"Yes, please cum with me. I love you. I really, really love you. Hnnn, oh—!"

Sakura's orgasm erases any doubt about the severity of her sexual frustration during training. For one, her wet core releases an abnormal amount of girl cum. Her legs trap you in between them and force you to keep the thrusts as deep and hard as possible. And her scream... you know you've really made her climax well when she cannot even stop herself from squealing in Japanese. You drain your own "ice cream" inside the premise of her pussy, knowing that if it were another occasion, she would have liked it in her mouth.

"Oh fuck, oppa," Sakura whimpers. The heat is overwhelming. Her clit prickles and pulses with need as the tiny hole below it spews more cum. "I can't take it, please, it's too strong. It's too—"

"Hey, it's alright," you say quickly, wrapping Sakura in a hug once more. The aftershock of her climax has become too rough for her to handle. Kiss her on her lips lovingly to bring her down from her high. "I'm here. It's over."

"Oh, it was so good, oppa," she moans. She can feel your shaft softening inside her, and the oddly pleasurable sensation of you pulling its limp form out makes her squeeze involuntarily at its departing tip. "I haven't cum like that in months. I can't, it's so..."

"It's okay. Breathe. Calm down for me."

Her walls trap your sensitive cockhead. Now you find yourself unable to calm down. You both have taken and released more than you thought you could. This was your breaking point as well as Sakura's. Something has got to give.

"Kkura," you whimper out. "Let's take this to the bed? Lie down for a bit?"

"Mmm, huh? Sure."

You guess this is the perfect time to practice your bridal-style carrying, for when you and Sakura finally seal for each other. She hums happily and sleepily when you dip her in your arms. Her honey-brown hair swings behind your forearm like a curtain. Maybe it is because the sex was already done, but your eyes automatically go to her beautiful face despite her body in its full naked glory. As you watch her tired eyes monitor your expressions and her pink lips stretch into a cute smile, you realize you wouldn't want any other girl than her.

You lay her on her bed and smile back. "Let's get you dressed up, yeah?"

"I don't feel like it..." Sakura does her best puppy-eye look and pouts. "Can you do it for me, please?"

You already were planning to do it for her even before she asked. The sleeves find their way around her arms naturally. Soon, she's as ready for bed as you are, dressed in a lilac nightdress with a small bow.

"Aren't you going to... you know, clean up?" you ask, grinning a little. You have already gone to the washroom and found yourself a change of pajamas. You even cleaned up and put the remaining ice cream in the freezee. All the while, Sakura remained on the bed.

"Maybe later. It feels really good inside me."

"Ugh, Kkura! TMI!" You cover your ears in mock disgust.

Sakura laughs and laughs till the joke loses its soul. You wouldn't trade that beautiful laugh for anything else, though. Even if it's for a better joke to move on. Love is patient like that.

It's a little while until someone speaks. The blanket is already on top of both of you and Sakura is snuggled beside you like a cat. Her hands do most of the work in resembling paws; they look small and almost tiny under the hems of the sleeves.

She breaks the ice with a more serious tone. "I really, really missed you, you know," she says softly.

You ponder that for a while, not because you're unsure of your response or anything like that, but because you know how much you did, too. There were days lonelier than normal which drove your crazy. What could a text message left unanswered for two days mean? Was Sakura okay? Your worries were endless until you made the decision to visit her after months of it being impossible to even be done as a secret.

"So did I, babe." You mean every word and every syllable that rolls off your tongue. "I love you, you know. I wish we could do this more."

"What? Have sex?" Sakura inquires jokingly.

You, however, are serious. "No, I mean be together. I was always worried about you one way or another. I just wish we could run away together and leave all of this behind. I—I know it's selfish, but—"

"I get it," Sakura says solemnly. "It's alright."

Her last words before she drifts off to sleep makes you wonder even more. But there's still dawn to look forward to in asking her about it.

One thing is clear, though: cherry blossoms are delicious with ice cream.

[fauna-a]

III The Hanged Man

¡Norse AU! Inspired by American Gods and also by Heroes of the Valley. Let’s say that I’ve interpreted this prompt quite literally.

Caith looked at him, upright and pliable like an ash branch, but in here eyes could be read the doubt. Fear, maybe.

Njall had never seen her frightened, not when their village was burning and they were just five or six years, not when the warrior chief had struck her with a backhanded slap because she had stolen a blade and not, when he, Njall, had shown her what he could do with a handful of signs scribbled in the dust. Caith had not been frightened even when the creatures had appeared the first time and had started to kill. She was never frightened.

«It’s madness» she pontificated, her knuckles holding on the rope. «You are not Odin. You’ll die».

«We are all going to die» Njall retorted tersely. «You know it. If we stay here and do nothing, they’ll kill us all. We don’t know what they are, your arrows don’t hurt them, nor the fire».

«And your suicide will solve this, oh sure!»

«I am not killing myself» Njall stressed those words with all the confidence he had. «It’s a ritual, and you know it very well. A way to gain knowledge. And I am not the first one: that ancient mage tried and-»

«And he died!»

«Not because of the ritual!» Njall exhaled. «Look, if you are here it means you want to help me. Don’t you?»

Caith stared at him harshly. Just above her eye there was a little scar that cut vertically her eyebrow; it came from a shove by Njall when they were children. Caith had fallen with her face on the ground and had hit a rock hidden in the grass. They both had cried, that time, Caith because of the pain and Njall because of the fear.

«Fine» Caith straightened her shoulders. «Take off the tunic and let’s start».

The worst part, Njall presumed, was the beginning, as it was for all the things: getting used to the position, the blood running to the head, the air coming more and more laboriously, the rope sawing his skin. Caith, of course, had made perfect knots and had not left him any escape. In that position, Njall could only see her legs, moving nervously back and forth. Then they stopped and suddenly Caith’s face appeared near to his.

«Well, hung you’re hung. I’ll come and check-»

«No! You can’t come here during the ritual, Caith! I must be alone».

Even upside down, Njall saw perfectly the terrible scowl appear on Caith’s forehead.

«And you’re asking me to leave you like this… and alone for nine days? Do you realize what you’re asking to me?»

«I do. It’s a necessary sacrifice to gain knowledge. And the gods’ grace». Njall hesitated. «If you are my friend… If you are my friend, you’ll understand».

Caith’s eyes tightened, then her face disappeared abruptly from Njall’s vision.

«Goodbye, then. I’ll be back in nine days».

During the following hours, Njall tried to focus on something else, for example all the spells and chants he knew, the runes, the symbols; then he tried to not take offense for Caith’s coldness and to not regret sending her away: she was like this, and the ritual had to be done like this too, there wasn’t much to do about it.

The tree Njall had chosen had grown under a cavern, all twisted up to find the few rays of sunlight that filtered from above; so, Njall was quite protected, but it was impossible to know how long had passed. Maybe he fell asleep (or better, lost consciousness) despite the pain, because at some point it was pitch black and cold. He felt like someone had set fire to every single tendon and he gasped like a fish outside water.

He tried to convince himself that this was the hardest part.

After immeasurable time spent trying to cut himself from his own body, wondering why he had decided to do it, Njall gave up: he started to think about Caith.

It wasn’t that he didn’t care about his village and the people; but he couldn’t deny that she was the first reason. Caith was a warrior: she had already fought with those creatures, using blade and arrows and it was just a matter of time before a night ended bad. They were monsters emerged by their nightmares, unstoppable. And hungry for human flesh.

He wondered if Caith knew.

He had his lips completely dry and split, and it seemed like he had no more blood in his veins. He wondered how he could still be lucid.

Any pain was gone, his body was in peace. Maybe he didn’t have a body anymore. It was a relief, anyway.

So Caith was right: he was dead.

«Well, I wouldn’t say» said a voice.

Njall said naked feet drawing near him. Funny, he didn’t feel his body anymore and yet his downturned vision was the same as before.

«You’re not dead at all» went on the voice. «But the nine days are gone, little mage».

«Who are you?» Njall was amazed to hear his voice firm: he would have expected it to be broken, weakened by pain, hunger, thirst.

«Who am I? Haven’t you sacrificed yourself for something? For the gods? I am here. I have seen your sacrifice and I’ve accepted it».

A face appeared above his: it was the same colour as terracotta, all resolute dark eyebrows and sharp features.

«Are you ready?»

Njall didn’t have time to ask for what: suddenly he was on the ground, free from the ropes, and it was as if every pain, every sorrow came back all together.

He started to shiver uncontrollably, coughed, tried to get up and collapsed again.

«Now stay calm» said the voice. «Your friend is coming».

Hesitant steps. «Njall? It’s not possible…»

In a moment, Caith was beside him, putting on his shoulder a cloak, wetting his lips, holding him to warm him. Njall tried to croak out something.

«Very sweet, nothing to say».

Caith turned suddenly, still holding Njall. He tried to figure out who the third person was. He saw that he was young, and grinning. Sunlight shone on the jewels his hair was braided with, tied at his ankles and wrists.

«It has been a long time since I saw someone so pig-headed, you know» his grin widened even more and Njall, even if he was exhausted, worn out, thirsty, felt a vague surge of danger.

«What did you do?» whispered Caith, and, addressing the naked-feet youth «Who are you?»

«The one who accepted his sacrifice» squatted down like this, he seemed a young wolf ready to attack. «I have many names. You call me Loki».

[w00dw1tchold]

Simple Prosperity Knot Magic

*I can't remember where some parts of this spell come from but it's a mesh of different sources and my own ideas.

This is probably one of my favorite simple spells to do for a few reasons: It's easy, you only need two things, and you get to say fun phrases.

Need:

Green string/yarn (money and prosperity)

Cinnamon sticks (success and drawing in money)

*Spells that you get from others don't have to be followed exactly. Listen to your intuition and adapt as you feel necessary. Feel free to switch up the ingredients, change the words and steps, or get rid of the words as a whole. Hell, this whole thing could be done with a random piece of string and some well placed intention.

How to:

Cut a piece of string to about the length of your forearm, going from your elbow to the tips of your fingers. This should give you plenty of room to work with. Cleanse the string however you normally cleanse objects.

Break up a cinnamon stick into nine small pieces. You probably wont use the whole thing. The pieces should be less than an inch long and thin, so they're easy to tie on.

The first time I did this, I followed a pattern and set of phrases I found online. This is an altered version but I'll post the original photo it's inspired by separately.

Focus your energy and get ready to channel your intention. I charged the cinnamon with success and drawing in money specifically, but if this isn't about money for you, you can focus on the drawing in and prosperity aspects of cinnamon.

Going from left to right, (to bring things in) we're going to start tying our knots. Make them small and don't space them out too much, you don't want to run out of room.

"By knot of one, I'm drawing in." Tie you're first piece of cinnamon at the end of the cord, charging the knot with your intention as you tighten it.

"By knot of two, success is imminent." Tie the second piece onto the string.

"By knot of three, my work pays off." And continue.

"By knot of four, this power grows."

"By knot of five, my will drives forward"

"By knot of six, prosperity increases."

"By knot of seven, my finances grow.

"By knot of eight, fortune expands."

"By knot of nine, what I require is mine."

Have fun! 💚

[smilingformoney]

To Dad, From Abbie: Part 1/3

Summary: Dad Snape | Father's Day 1994.

Read on Ao3 or below the cut:

Sunday, 19 June 1994

Severus had spent most of the morning in his study already, and it was only 8am. He had received the timetable for next year, and was setting out for himself which potions worked best for each class according to when they were scheduled. To his dismay, he had the Gryffindor/Slytherin fourth-years last thing on Friday. That meant he would be exhausted from the week when dealing with Potter - and he’d have to wait all week to see Abigail.

The thought caught him by surprise. They were only two weeks into summer, but he had to admit he had already enjoyed it much more than any previous summers since he began teaching. Abigail’s presence had been surprisingly pleasant, and he dreaded the day he would have to return to Hogwarts in two months’ time.

At some point in the morning, the door opened and Abigail brought in some breakfast for him, as had become her habit. He never asked for it, and she never offered - it had simply become habit. At first he had resisted, but he soon discovered her cooking was just as excellent as her potion-making, and he allowed himself the pleasure of the food she brought him each morning.

Once she had left the room, Severus looked up at the plate, and noticed something strange - a bundle of letters sat atop the tray, next to the plate of avocado on toast.

He picked them up curiously. There were ten in total.

The first envelope, he noted, looked rather old; towards the bottom of the pile, the envelopes appeared newer.

His heart froze momentarily when he looked at the first envelope. It was addressed simply Dad in large, childish handwriting.

He looked at the next envelope. That, too, was addressed to Dad in a child’s script. Further through the pile he looked, and discovered they were all the same, all addressed to Dad and all in a similar handwriting, becoming progressively neater, until he recognised the handwriting to be the same as he had seen in Abigail’s homework.

His curiosity getting the better of him, Severus opened the first envelope. It was a folded piece of card, adorned with a crude stick figure of a man, next to a much smaller stick figure of a girl. Inside, the almost unreadable handwriting read:

To DaD Frum Abi (4)

He stared at it for a long moment. He didn’t even realise there was a tear in his eye as the realisation dawned on him.

Four… through to thirteen. Ten envelopes, ten years.

She had a Father’s Day card for every year since she could write, waiting for the day she met him.

Severus looked through each card with care. The drawings became progressively better, although still poor; by the age of six, she had finally learnt how to spell her own name; and at the age of nine, she stopped drawing the cards and instead bought them, but still the inner message bore her script.

The message was always simple. To Dad, From Abbie, followed by her age.

At eleven - a few months before she began Hogwarts - the message was a little longer.

To Dad, Yesterday I asked Mum what your name is. She said she doesn’t know but I think she lied. From Abbie (11)

Another message the following year:

To Dad, I wish I knew you. From Abbie (12)

Severus hesitated before opening the final card. Thirteen. This year.

He took a deep breath. It was only a card, just ink on a page. A silly thing to fear, and yet here he was, his stomach twisted into an anxious knot.

Inside, the card read:

To Dad, I’m glad I know you. From Abbie (13)

He stared at the words for a long, frozen moment. I’m glad I know you. Her father was Professor Snape, her mean and nasty Potions professor. The overgrown bat of the dungeon, the greasy git who everybody hated. There couldn’t have been a worse person to turn out to be her father.

And yet… these were the words she had written. I’m glad I know you.

He gathered up all but the last card, returned them to their envelopes, and placed them in a drawer. The final card, this year’s card, he placed on a bookshelf just in his line of sight, so that he might look up and see it as he worked.

He ate his breakfast, reflecting on all he had seen. All these years, she had been waiting for him, wondering who he might be. And now she knew… and yet, she wasn’t disappointed.

I’m glad I know you.

Once he was finished eating, Severus stood and picked up the card to look at it again, just to ensure he hadn’t imagined it. No, there it was, in the same font he might read about the properties of moonstone - I’m glad I know you.

He placed the card on the shelf again, then took his plate into the kitchen. Abigail was there, sitting at the table, reading her Charms textbook.

With a wave of his wand, the plate cleaned itself, and Severus turned to leave again. He paused at the doorway.

“Abigail?” he said softly.

She looked up at him.

“For what it's worth… I’m glad, too.”

She smiled.

He turned away, and returned to his study.

[countrymusiclover]

11 - A Day Helping Witches and Werewolves

Part 12

Family is More than Blood

@secretdreamlandmentality

Raelyn’s pov

Klaus was off somewhere else in the school leaving me to be on my own roaming the halls. Moving my hair up into a high ponytail I lifted my gaze upward seeing Andrea and Jaocb coming towards me. “Hey there you two. What’s going on?”

“Andrea needs to talk to you about something. I told Hayley I would help her get the wolves ready for tonight.” My brother shrugged his shoulders gently pushing his daughter towards me.

Andrea glanced up at me with a nervous look unsure what to say. “ Um, Aunt Raelyn… I’m kind of having trouble controlling my powers. Like, everytime time I touch someone I hurt them and I don’t mean to do it.

“I honestly feel like I’m cursed.” She weakly dropped her gaze to the floor where she was reminding me so much of the person I used to be,

I glanced down at my niece with a soft look. “You are not cursed, Andrea. Tapping into magic for the first time can be difficult. It’s hard to control all these emotions inside of you. Even, I have trouble controlling my magic sometimes. But, with time and patience I learned how to control my powers.”

“Really?” Andrea asked, in a surprised tone.

I nodded at my niece, “ You’re not alone in this, little one. I’ll be right here to guide you along the way.”

Jacob sent me a thankful smile hugging me before he went to look for his wife. “I appreciate you helping her out today. Hayley wants my help with making it where the wolves don’t have to turn in the basement anymore.”

“So Alaric agreed to let her turn and keep them inside the school grounds. You do realize that it requires a lot of magic to make a boundary spell that powerful.” I made a face at my twin reminding him I was the stronger one.

He dropped his hands at his sides. “I’ll figure out a way, if not could I get you or your girls to help me out?”

“I’ll see if the baby will let me stay awake past nine o’clock, J.” I placed my hands on my growing stomach that was showing I was like three months pregnant now.

My twin tilted his head to the side. “Yeah sorry I forgot that you’re on baby number five now. I’ll try and handle this myself Rae.”

“J, you’re my brother. I’m always going to help you if I can.” I sent him back a smile walking up and hugging him.

He hugs me back briefly, sending his daughter a look vamping off in another direction leaving us alone together. “Be good for Auntie Rae.” With that said and done we headed out into the middle of the woods just in case something went really wrong and we didn’t accidentally blow or set half the school on fire.

“The best way I know how to do this is show me what you can do already. Siphon from me.” Offering her my hands I knew there wasn’t really another way to do this.

Andrea stared at my open palms slowly placing her hands into mine. “What do I do now?”

“Clear your mind and just let it happen.” I responded to her simply before she closed her eyes and I didn’t wince watching our hands turn red and she took some of my strength to use as her own magic.

Andrea’s pov

“The first thing you have to remember is that your powers aren't a curse. They're a part of who you are," Auntie Rae began, her tone serious yet soothing. "Just like you have learned to control your body movements, you can learn to control your powers."

She gently squeezed my hand for support. "It's not going to be easy, and it's not going to happen overnight. But as long as you are patient and willing to put in the effort, you can do this."

I gulped, feeling a knot in my stomach. "What if I hurt someone? I don't want to hurt you, Auntie Rae."

She chuckled softly, her gaze softening. "Andrea, I've dealt with far more dangerous things than a teenager with uncontrolled siphon powers. I won't let you hurt me or anyone else ... .besides I’m a heretic, remember I’ll heal quicker than you do.”

She let go of my hand and stepped back, giving me space. "Now, let's start with the basics. Close your eyes and take a deep breath. I want you to calm your breathing and try to focus on your magic. Can you do that?"

I felt a strange warmth spread through my body. It was like a gentle current flowing through me, filling me with a sense of power and control. "That's it, Andrea. You're doing great," Auntie Rae's voice echoed in the wind. I opened my eyes to see her watching me, a proud smile on her face. For the first time since my powers manifested, I felt a sense of hope. Maybe I could control my powers. Maybe I wasn't cursed after all.

She raised her hand doing the invisible spell that she knew. “Okay follow me. Invisque.” She disappears right in front of my face before she reappears in front of me.

“Invisque..” I mumbled closing my eyes before she smiled back at me when I reappeared in front of her again.

Auntie Raelyn raised her hands towards one of the trees so I followed her actions watching what she was going to do next. “Dissulta.” The tree in front of us suddenly bursts into different pieces in every direction.

Turning back to my aunt I got a little bold trying to remember a spell that I saw Hope do one time. Moving my hands around in front of me, casting it on her. “Imitantor pupulus.” Throwing my hand over my mouth she followed my actions until I dropped my hand at my side.

“Woah. Who taught you that spell?” She asked me seemingly to be impressed.

Kicking the ground with my boot I grinned lightly at her. “Hope. I saw her do it a few months ago in class.”

"That's great. You should always seek assistance from your cousins. Alina and Missy are excellent sources of assistance. They, like you, are half siphons." My aunt explained with a shrug of her shoulders.

Nodding my head at her I felt my phone vibrate meaning it was probably my father saying he must need her help. “It’s my dad. We should head back before the wolves have to turn in a few hours.”

Raelyn’s pov

Andrea and I moved through the halls until we made it to Alaric’s office seeing that he was waiting with Klaus, Alina, Hayley, and Jackson. Shutting the door with a wave of my hand I glanced between the group. “So what exactly is the plan here?”

“Jacob suggested that since we now have some hybrids and the werewolf bite cure at our disposal. We should let the wolves turn in the woods instead of having them turn in the basement.” Alaric explained resting his hands on the desk.

Hayley added onto what he said. “What I need from you Rae is that I need you, Alina and Jacob to create a boundary spell using Alina’s werewolf blood so that we can make a boundary spell specifically for the wolves.”

“Okay I can do that.” Alina nodded in agreement with her arms over her chest.

Putting my hands in the pockets of my jacket I understood what they wanted from us. “Let’s do this before the moon reaches its place in the sky. It won’t be easy to wrangle them in one spot if we can’t get the barrier up in time.”

Our group moved outside where Hayley stood in the center explaining everything to the young wolves. “So I know this is going to sound crazy but we all need you to turn in this barrier that we are going to put up. When the moon reaches the right point you shouldn’t be able to escape the magic in your wolf form.”

“So we’re just supposed to be boxed in with one another. Wouldn’t that start more of a dominance fight. Just saying "not a great plan.” Jed shrugs his shoulders being the young alpha.

Klaus sent him a glare. “Would you rather I remove your tongue from your gaping mouth.”

“Nik, not helping.” I turned my head back and gave him a glare.

Jed started to say something until we heard someone walking up to us. Everyone turned their heads and saw it was Jackson. He drops his bow and arrow at his feet crossing his arms to the alpha. “Your other option is becoming a hybrid and having to deal with vampire hunger. From what I’m told it’s not easy. So I’d take this option or we can lock you all up individually back in the basement of the school if you like.”

Jacob saw that Alina had her gaze focused on the moon that was just now breaking through the clouds. “If we’re going to do this we need to do it now.” Whipping my head around I watched one of the girls break her back then her legs where the rest of the students began triggering their curses right in front of our eyes.

“Shit we’ve gotta do this now. Alina, Jacob take my hands.” Standing on one side of my daughter with Jacob on her other side. She grasped our hands after she cut her palm dropping as much blood as her fast healing abilities would allow. “Venez sanguinem au moi…Venez sanguinem au moi!”

Once we began chanting the blood from Alina moved across the ground and around the kids that we’re turning into wolves. The blood kept moving until it shaped into a circle around all of the kids. Squeezing my daughter’s hand I sent her and my brother a look changing over to the other spell. “Otum adnarvet estnavit atim. Otum adnarvet estnavit atim…Otum adnarvet estnavit atim.”

“Raelyn!” Klaus hollered when our direction where he, Hayley and Jackson thought they were about to have to fight one of the wolves. The wolf kid ran towards us for me to see they had light brown fur.

“Barrier spell now, J.” I shouted to my team where he quickly nodded, chanting with me and Alina following.

“Clostruin…Clostruin!” The light brown werewolf charged at us before he smacked into the spell wall in front of us.

Removing my hand from theirs I sighed In relief seeing that the now transformed wolves were all circling one another but they hadn’t started fighting yet which was a good sign. Klaus wrapped his arms around me kissing the crown of my head. “Good job, all of you.”

“We should get inside. The spell should keep them inside until the morning. Then you can take it down Raelyn.” Alaric responded by nudging his head back towards the school.

The others followed him back inside but I remained standing closely watching over the wolves that all had their golden eyes on me or either on a fellow wolf. Klaus turned to go back until he sensed I hadn’t followed him. “Rae, aren’t you coming inside love?”

“Yeah I’ll be right behind you. Don’t worry, I just want to make sure the spell is secure.” Looking back at my husband he nodded vamping back to the school. Wrapping my arms around myself I could hear all the trees and other animals in the distance and everything seemed fine where I turned on my heels right before something got shot into the back of my neck and I collapsed onto the dirt.

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Her father was right. Alfred was right. As soon as she steps into the threshold, she sees her own semblance to Martha Wayne. Her grandparents stare at her slack-jawed, and she realizes that she has interrupted their tea-time. 

Martha carefully places her cup back on the saucer. “Who are you?” 

“I’m—um . . .” She’s been asked the same question numerous times at each timeline visit. For the first time, she’s at a loss for words. 

But I can only tell the truth at this point, right? She drops her transformation. “. . . I’m your granddaughter.” 

The couple’s faces bear shock as they look at each other to converse silently. Marinette awkwardly fidgets in place while they make a deliberation. Finally, Martha pats the chair next to her. “Why don’t you take a seat, dear?” 

“Thank you,” Marinette breathes out. 

“You’re from the future, yes?” Thomas asks. 

“Yes, I am.” She nods. 

Martha puts her hand on her forearm. She’s surprised how warm, how welcoming, her touch is, almost as if she inherently recognizes her grandmother’s tenderness. “How is our Bruce?” Martha’s eyebrows knit together. “How is your father?” 

“He’s . . .he’s okay.” Marinette offers a reassuring smile. “He’s content with his life . . . I think.” If dressing up as a winged animal and beating up bad guys spell out ‘content’ for B. “You don’t have to worry. In fact, he—we—have a big family now.” 

“Oh?” Thomas chuckles. “Is that really our Bruce?” 

“Yeah! He’s got like seven kids?” Marinette does the mental math. 

Martha puts a hand to her chest. “Seven? Goodness!” 

“Oh, nine if you count Babs and Steph. And I’m pretty sure he’s emotionally adopted some of my friends.” Marinette’s eyes widen. “But most are adopted! There are only two of us who are biological . . . well, three in the future if he finally ties the knot with Selina.” 

Her grandfather smiles tenderly. “ I feared that he’d feel neglected since we couldn’t spend too much time with him with all this work . . .  but it sounds like he has things figured out.” 

“More or less.” His path to where he is now wasn’t easy but he’s happy. Even if it wasn’t what he initially pictured for himself. 

“You turned out to be a fine young lady,” says Martha, eyes welling with tears. “I’m sure our Bruce did well. Thank you.” 

They didn’t ask about themselves. They won’t know what will happen to them . . . Marinette swallows. But they’d probably care more about Dad’s wellbeing either way. 

She takes another look at her young grandparents, taking time to memorize their faces. Clearing her throat, she transformed again. “Um . . . do you mind if I take a photograph?” 

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“Pix?” 

Marinette shakes her head. “Sorry. I spaced out for a sec. What was that?” 

Jason narrows his eyes. “Have you visited the past before? Like in Gotham?” 

“In Gotham? Not really. I only use the Rabbit Miraculous for emergencies,” she replies. “Why do you ask?” 

He frowns, perhaps recalling the deeply-etched memory. “Nevermind.”

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Witch Tools | Witchs Bell | Besom | Ladder

Witch's Bell

Ringing the witches bell is actually a ‘spirtual language’ spoken to the spirit world. Its more effective when you repeatedly call the same spirit [e.g your guardian angel]

Ring three times the witches bell everytime you summon the same spirit for a whole week, starting on Wednesday.

Right after that, the spirit will come to you with just three gentle rings.

A symbol of the female force and the celestial vault... Witch Bells, Spirit Bells, Ritual Bell, Devil Drivers.

Magical Uses

Ring a bell to cleanse the energy of a room, before a ritual or spell. Pass a bell through each of the four corners, summoning the guardian spirits of the elements.

Ring a bell on Samhein to banish evil spirits. After spell work, ring a bell to ‘seal the spell’ Hang bells on the gates/doors of your home to keep evil energies/entities from entering. Ring a bell before meditation to focus the mind.

A bells vibrations banish the unwanted spirits and/or negative energies. They are also used to raise the spirits of the dead & to call fairies. 

Bell on the door, Protect my home. While I’m here Or When I roam.

Besom [Broom]

Used to spiritually cleanse your space, often before a ritual or spell. Hang it above your door to ward off evil.

Making a Besom.

You would like a besom of your own, they are fairly easy to find in craft stores, country markets or folk art fairs. You can also invest your energies into making one. A good idea if you wish to use it in place of a wand or other ritual tool.

To make a besom you will need;

A four foot dowel one inch in diameter. Ball of twine. Scissors. Straw or longer strands of pliable herbs.

Take the straw, or another herb you have chosen for the bristles, and allow to soak overnight in war, lightly salted water. The water softens the straws to make them pliable, and the salt soaks out the former energies. When you are ready to make your besom, remove the straws from the water and allow them to dry a bit, but not so much that they lose the suppleness you will need to turn them into your besom.

Find a work area, where you can lay out the length of your dowel, and begin lining the straws alongside the dowel. Starting about three inches from the bottom, lay the straws, moving backward, along the length of the dowel. Begin binding these to the dowel with the twine. You will need to tie them very securely. You can add as many layers of straw as you wish, depending on how full you would like your besom to be.

When the straw is secured, bend the top straws over the twine ties. When they are all gently pulled over, tie off the straws again a few inches below the original tie. Leave the besom overnight to allow the straw to dry.

 The dowel part of the besom can be stained, painted, or decorated with pagan symbols, your craft name, or any other embellishments you choose. Dedicate your finished besom in your circle as you would any other ritual tool.

Know your broom

*A Witches broom*

Can range in size from the 6* long to a full broom Made of twigs tied around a stick Sacred to the goddess Represent the element of water. Can be made of any wood/twigs Sweeps away *Energeticclutter* Used during rituals to purify a space and sweep negative or residual energy away. Can be placed at the entrance of the home to guard against negative or unwanted energies.

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Witchs Ladder

How to make a witches ladder.

 By Knot of one the spells begun. By Knot of two the magick comes true. By knot of three so shall it be. By Knot of four, this power is stored. By knot of five, my will shall drive. By Knot of six, the spell I fix. By knot of seven, the future I leaven. By knot of eight, my will be fate. By knot of nine, what is done is mine.

*When tying the last knot, direct all of your energy into the cord/rope and its knots now it is stored in the knots in the cord. 

*Tie the ends together and use as a necklace, hang in your car, or by your bed.

This is typical done during the dark moon to set intentions for the full moon and is united at that time. 

Green for money, red for passion, white for creativity, purple for wisdom, black to stop bad habits, brown for balance, yellow for happiness, orange for health and blue for peace.

Rope and Feathers, Witches rosary.

Traditional a witches Ladder is a cord with 3,9, 13 or 40 knots. 

Some braid charms, feathers, or talismans in for a specific spell effect

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Hi!! i'm a baby bruja and i wanted to ask if you know a way to work or make spells that doesn't require that many objects?? i always see that brujeria is heavy on jars, puppets, pouches and the like, but i live in a small appartment with 2 roommates and don't feel comfortable holding magic items such as those in like, my bedroom. So is there a way to do the same, but with less "physical" items??

Hi dearest! I think this post will help with that.

True brujería has always been about doing with what you have in hand. One of my personal favorites when I need something quick, easy and sure to work is knot magic, just doing a number of knots in anything I have in hand (if it's a cord or string, it's fine, but also a necklace chain has worked for me, for example) while praying or saying some kind of chant/spell. The versions you'll find online tend to use nine, and give a specific chant for it, but use any number that feels sacred or important to you, and feel free to change the chant of the spell too to suit your needs!

You can make simple charms out of literally anything by just praying over them for specific intentions, using different verses or passages of sacred scriptures (any you personally prefer! not just catholic prayers or psalms but also hindu/buddhist mantras for example or anything that's sacred to you). Charm a necklace or bracelet for protection, charm your rosary/prayer beads for clarity and divine guidance, your pen for inspiration, or your make up for a glamour, and so on.

The magical tools you see online so often are nice and all, but realistically, they're a priviledge not a need. The magic is in your blood, not in the tools. Experiment around with different kinds of charming (using stones or crystals to charge things, using water or salt to cleanse depending on the object, voice and prayer or song, etc) and find out what works best for you based on your particular gifts!

And don't be afraid to ask or send a message if you need advice or help with anything in particular ^^ I'm also more likely to answer sooner & faster on instagram.