#when youre 5 foot nothing and your boyfriend is 7 foot 5

[lycheedr3ams]

Apple Picking with Konig

as promised, a cute and fluffy and long drabble for fall!

konig x reader (no description of reader's gender or pronouns used)

TW: none. reader is not tall enough to reach apples sometimes. all fluff (minors you are still NOT welcome. MDNI)

it was your idea to go apple-picking together. and to your surprise, when you suggested it, konig's looked...excited? usually, he was pretty mellow and not energetic when it was just you two. but he smiled boyishly at you and nodded. "yes, schatz, I would love to go apple-picking with you." he then went on to explain that his parents would take him every year, and it was one of his favorite fall things to do.

for once in his life, konig felt like his height was a blessing. you and him walked around the orchard (him carrying the basket, of course), trying to find the best apples. "that one up there!" you pointed to one of the biggest apples on a tree, and konig reached up without any strain and plucked it off for you. "is this the one you wanted, liebling?"

konig would try to pick all the apples for you, since it was a struggle when you'd stand on your tiptoes as you reached for the one you just had to have. he'd laugh quietly to himself, admiring how cute you were when frustrated, and stood closely behind you as he reached right over your head and dropped the apple into your hands. "konig! i wanted to get that one!" he laughed and shook his head. "fine, but you'll have to struggle to get the best ones."

there was the absolutely perfect apple at the top of a tree that not even konig could reach. "sorry liebling. even i cannot reach this one." you thought for a moment, and smiled widely. who needed a ladder when you had an almost 7 foot tall boyfriend? konig happily lifted you onto his shoulders, holding your legs with one arm like you weighed nothing, with the apple basket in the other. you didn't even have to strain now to reach that perfect apple. when you picked it, you smiled down at him and ruffled his hair. he laughed and smiled with you, and this is some of the most relaxed you two had felt in a long time

other people around the orchard watched in amazement whenever konig would gracefully lift you onto his shoulders. this way was just so efficient that you went around picking so many trees on his giant shoulders. eventually, he let you down, and you realized the apple basket was almost overflowing. "i think we got too many!" konig shook his head. "nein. we can make all the apple pies and strudels we want with this." he waved for you to follow him as he walked towards another tree, but you just stood with your mouth gaping open at the sheer strength konig possessed. that apple basket must've weighed at least 35 pounds, and he carried it in one hand like it was nothing.

you two took the hayride back to the main building, and you sat in between konig's legs with the apple basket in between your own. konig's strong arms were wrapped around you, keeping you warm against the swishing wind as the tractor chugged along the dirt path. sometimes, the children riding the hayride with their families would glance over at you engulfed in a giant's arms. whenever konig saw this, he'd slightly bury his face in the back of your head. you smiled and rubbed his hands to comfort him. "they're just kids, it's all right."

when you two got home, you stood at the sink while konig handed you the apples for them to be washed. he couldn't help but notice the size difference between your hands and his; how much smaller and softer yours were. your hands would brush whenever he passed an apple to you, and even that seemingly insignificant contact got him blushing. once all the apples were clean, you began to lay the ingredients out for the apple pies. but when you two decided to take a 5 minute break on the couch, you ended up falling asleep on top of him

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[wardenparker]

Vampire Waltz - ch 15

Max Phillips x female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst

A mysterious inheritance, sprawling mansion, eccentric roommates, friendly bat, and coven of New England witches are the newest chapter of your life after being unceremoniously dumped and kicked out by your boyfriend. For Max, the biggest change in his life is you, and what exactly he's going to do about the fact that he is stuck living with you as long as his sire continues to punish him for that incident at his last office...

Rating: E for Explicit! 18+ Word Count: 15.4k Warnings: *Blanket warnings for this series: deceased parents, cursing, food, blood and blood drinking, depictions and references to abusive relationships. Anxiety and trauma responses. Self-worth issues.* Idiots in love, silly stripper routine, unserious reference to foot fetishes, mention of rimming, oral sex (m and f receiving), 69, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, vampire bite, blood drinking, use of a safe word, alcohol consumption, PTSD, anxiety/fear, panic reaction. Summary: Picking up where the last chapter left off, Max and Dolly share a night of intimacy that makes their time in the past even more precious. Nothing lasts forever, though, and there are less easy nights ahead. Notes: For this week's photo, have a peak at the guest bedroom that inspired Dolly and Max's getaway. This is the second floor guest room at the Vanderbilt's summer cottage, standing in for a guest room in their 5th Avenue palace. (And, as usual, forgive any errors I may have missed in proofreading. I really have to learn to do it before I get too sleepy.)

Ch 1 ~ Ch 2 ~ Ch 3 ~ Ch 4 ~ Ch 5 ~ Ch 6 ~ Ch 7 ~ Ch 8 ~ Ch 9 ~ Ch 10 ~ Ch 11 ~ Ch 12 ~ Ch 13 ~ Ch 14

"Tired, sweetheart?"

"Not at all." You've said goodnight to Renee and to Emmanuel's valet already, telling them you don't need help getting ready to sleep tonight, and that leaves just you and Max alone in your room together with a fire to keep you warm. "I do want to go to bed, though."

“Mhmmmmm.” Max licks his lips and winks at you. “Then we will have to get you out of that ballgown.” He tuts after he says it and frowns. “And I can’t rip it off you since it’s back in the future.”

"Most of it is just untying bows," you remind him, but your fingers feel for the seam on the left side of your bodice and start to unclip it carefully. This is the part that requires care. If anything underneath gets torn? Well...that's just an unfortunate accident.

Max decides that he should slip off his tailored coat, hanging it over the back of a chair before he's assisting you – wearing his vest and button down, shirt and tie still. "The loveliest bow I've ever unwrapped." He murmurs. "You are a gift, Dolly." Max has always flirted, always shmoozed, but with you – the pretty words come naturally and from the heart.

“If I didn’t know you as well as I do, I’d say you were too over the top to mean it.” He helps you with the hooks and clasps of your skirt and slipping out of your bodice, so that you’re just left in your many layers of underthings. The pretty corset cover would be a shame to lose, so you quickly set to work on those buttons.

"When it comes to you? Never." Max promises, wanting to rip everything off of you, but he also wants this to be romantic. Slightly afraid that your ex had been rough in the bedroom and doing that would trigger you, he keeps his hands steady and slow. Deciding that he will seduce you.

The ties holding each petticoat in place are easily pulled open, and each one is pulled over your head and tossed aside with little ceremony but enormous amounts of anticipation until you’re in just your stockings, corset, and chemise. It’s not that Max has never seen you naked. He has literally helped you wash, held you while you cried, and tasted your essence straight from the source. You’re not embarrassed to be seen by him. It’s just that the anticipation around this night has built up so distinctly that your skin has a layer of goosebumps just from wondering exactly how it will happen. The careful removal of your last few layers leaves you breathless, his cool fingers delicately shedding each piece of fabric from your skin like he’s plucking the petals from a flower.

Max’s fingers skim the underside of your breasts, not cupping them and just teasing with the cool brush of them. “Dolly…” he hums as he ducks his head and kisses along your neck. “We’re alone now.” He reminds you. “Tell me what you want.”

“It…seems pretty straightforward to me?” It’s also borderline impossible to think with Max’s lips on you, and you struggle to pull your thoughts together based on that one distraction alone. “I—I want to make love to my soulmate.” It seems ludicrous to say it out loud like that. Old fashioned and sentimental. But…the reality is, that this is sentimental. It’s the most sentimental you’ve ever felt in your life. Because Max is worth that emotional weight. Right now the only weight that isn’t worth it is the last of your clothes, which he helps you out of with eager hands.

“Romantic and slow.” Max decides, smiling against your skin and kissing your pulse. “Strip you down and kiss every inch of your skin. Before I finally slide inside you.”

“Hmmm,” you hum, swallowing a gasp when he nips at your pulse again. “Romantic torture? Actually sounds pretty sexy.”

“Not torture, worship.” He corrects you, sliding his hands over your bare stomach and down your hips. “Show you what you deserve.”

“Baby…” Turning around in his arms, you smooth one hand over his shaved cheek and bite your lip, holding back a worried pout. “You’re not in competition with my demons, love. I hope you know that.”

“I know.” He promises softly. “I am better than your demons and I want to prove it.”

"Conversely?" You step closer to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. "In some cultures you would be considered a demon in your own right. So maybe we're just fighting fire with fire?"

“I am a demon.” His eyes flash yellow and he smirks. “A love demon.” It’s a joke, one to make you laugh.

“A desire demon?” Teasing him right back, you easily press your body against his and trail kisses from his lips to his jaw and down his neck.

"Yes." Max groans and closes his eyes and tilts his head back so let you do what you want. "Your desire demon."

“Hmmm,” you hum against his skin, almost triumphant in the way he’s reacting to you. “Yes, you definitely are.”

You make his knees weak, growling quietly as his body tightens in pleasure. "Dolly."

"Mm?" Having someone as powerful as Max is shake for you is a little intoxicating, and you barely stop to mumble against his skin. "What do you want, baby?"

"I want you." He groans, making sure he doesn't tighten his hold on you too much. You are still human and delicate. "I want to see you cum again."

“Then we should finish getting you undressed.” One more nip at his jaw makes him groan and you grin unrepentantly before you declare: “I want to watch.” And get up on the bed with darkened eyes.

Max grins, winking at you as he starts to slowly undress. "Bam Bam, bum bum." He teases, rolling his hips playfully in a mock strip tease.

The sight of him undressing isn’t funny – by definition it’s the single sexiest thing you’ve seen in your life to date. The fact that he’s doing a Chippendale’s routine in a full tuxedo is what does it, sending you into a torrent of giggles on the bed.

He pouts at you, even though he's sending you an air kiss. "Are you laughing at me?" He huffs playfully. "You wound me."

“I’m laughing at the fact that you’re singing your own stripper music,” you promise him. “If you’d picked Pour Some Sugar on Me, I’d be laughing even harder. The whole thing is perfect, baby.”

He winks and turns around to shake his ass at you with a small twerk. Enjoying the way you are laughing and having fun. You had been so apprehensive about anything physical at the beginning and now look at you.

“Max…” When you say his name again it’s soft and sweet, as gentle as you’ve ever been in your life. This man has no idea how much he has changed your approach to life. How much lighter your heart is because of him. How much sweeter the world seems with him beside you. “I love you.”

Turning back around, Max beams at you. "I love you too." He promises, unable to resist rushing over to you to press his lips to yours. The bump of his heart making him shiver and hum against your mouth.

Urging him closer without breaking the kiss, one hand pulls Max toward you on the bed while the other shoves fruitlessly at his open trousers, trying to push them off of his hips in the same motion that you would have him beside you in bed. It feels giddy in a way, from all the giggling and the tender vows, and you swear this is the closest to being a romantically portrayed young lady in love from a period film that you’ll ever get in your life. And really? You love it.

Kneeling on the bed, Max gazes down at you lovingly and bites his lip. "Want to make this a night to remember, Queenie." He hums, leaning in and kissing you softly. "I'm going to kiss every inch of your body."

The urge to get one last tease in is too great, and you widen your eyes to a look of endearing confusion and distaste after kissing him back. “Even my feet?”

"Baby, a man's foot fetish isn't something to scoff at." He teases. "You don't want me to suck on your toes?"

You scrunch up your face and shake your head, letting out another soft giggle. “I can’t say it’s on my list,” you admit. “Ballet and ballroom feet aren’t exactly modeling-ready.”

"But you don't exactly have ugly feet either, love." He wrinkles his nose, but nods. "However I will leave your feet alone, but don't tell me I can't lick your asshole."

A slow tilt of your head shows you’re actually considering it, and after a second you shrug. “I’ve never tried it, so sure. Why not?”

"What?" His eyes widen in shock and he is absolutely flabbergasted. "Really? You— you never tried— and I can—?"

You shrug again, but you’re grinning over Max’s shock. “Nobody ever asked before. So nope. Never tried any of it.”

"Dear sweet baby Jesus..." Max slaps his hands together and looks up at the ceiling. "Thank you for giving me such an innocent little soulmate to turn into a dirty girl." He grins down at you wickedly when he says that.

“Cunt first, ass second,” you tell him, wagging a finger like he’s a naughty schoolboy. “Deal?”

Waggling his brows, he makes an 'x' over his heart. "Deal." He slides off the bed to strip down fully, clothes removed in less than five seconds and he stands in front of you completely bare.

“Get back here.” More than just wanting to see him, you want to touch him. The small touches and baby steps you’ve taken aren’t enough anymore. You reach out to pull him back on the bed, letting him loom over you and taking in all the defined planes of his body before you smooth your hands down his chest and over his stomach — down to dig your fingertips into his hips before looking up to make sure it’s okay for you to explore more.

"Do you want me on my back, Dolly?" He asks softly. "I will do whatever you want and let you do whatever you want to me."

“I just want to touch you.” Already your breathing has turned heavier, lust swimming in your stomach and in your eyes. “I don’t care if you’re standing or lying down or however you’re comfortable.”

Max shifts to his side, biting his lip as he stretches out for you. His hard cock is bobbing between you and he watches you as you look him over.

“Gods…” He really is gorgeous. It would be borderline absurd if you weren’t so giddy about him being yours. “I am a very lucky girl.” You hum, turning the tables on him and starting to kiss down his body instead.

"Shiiiiiiit." Max groans and bites his lip, keeping his eyes open as your mouth starts to caress his body. "Queenie, I'm supposed to worship you."

Barely pausing in your journey down his torso, you nip at both of his hips before grinning up at him. "Can't it be both?"

“You are full of surprises.” He huffs out, but he doesn’t move to stop you on your quest.

"You've been taking such good care of me." One hand on his chest encourages him to lay all the way back, and you shift yourself to kneel between his legs. "Let me take care of you for once," you insist, lowering your head to take his cock into your mouth with a groan.

He had not expected that. Head falling back onto the pillows, Max lets out a moan that would be embarrassing if he gives a shit. But he just lifts his head and watches you slowly roll your tongue around the head. “Sweetheart— fuck.”

Humming as you bob up and down on his shaft, you would be hard-pressed to believe before this that you had actually missed something as simple as giving head, but it's giving pleasure that you missed. Sharing in intimacy. Having a real partner. Max has done so much for you that extending this intimacy is a pleasure for you as well. Plus, his moans are exquisite. Every single sound out of this man is gold, and you want to hear every single way he'll gasp your name as you swallow his cock.

The urge to grab you has Max clawing at the sheets, desperately trying now to shred the fine silks that Mrs. Vanderbilt had ordered. It’s hard, especially the way that you are so eagerly sucking him. “Dolly, Dolly— baby— you gotta— I can’t—”

It almost pains you to have to stop, but the obscene popping noise that comes with pulling off of his length is far more satisfying than it should be. “Did I do something wrong?” Instinct tells you no, but you still want to check in with him.

“Fuck no.” He groans, reaching down and cupping your cheek to pull you up for a desperate kiss. “You’re just gonna suck my soul out through my cock.”

“And is that bad?” The kiss truly is desperate — sloppy and enthusiastic and full of passion. You’ll absolutely keep going if he lets you, but Max might have other ideas about how he wanted tonight to go.

“No, but I wanted to show off my amazing skills before I cum.” He huffs playfully. “And possibly weep while doing it.”

“Honey.” Your face softens, love tempering lust, and you cup Max’s jaw in both of your hands before pressing a soft, earnest kiss to his lips. “Believe me, if anybody’s going to cry tonight it’s going to be me. And they’re going to be happy tears. Only the happiest tears with you, I promise.”

“Only happy tears.” Max doesn’t even want those, but he knows you probably will. He kisses you again. “Now…if you really want to suck my cock, we can do a little Gilded Age face sitting?”

“I really do.” The confession comes with a smirk, and you nudge his onto his back again gently. “But if I’m too heavy on you or it’s not comfortable, tell me right away. Okay?”

“Queenie.” Max tuts and looks at you, completely offended. “Who do you think I am?”

“Well…” The real answer is that Derek and other previous boyfriends had never wanted to share this particular experience — but none of them really ate pussy to begin with. And that’s something Max excels at. “I didn’t want to assume…” is what you answer instead.

“Assume all you want.” He chuckles. “You can’t hurt me sweetheart, I don’t need to breathe.”

“I forget about that…” you mumble, cheeks warm with embarrassment but not so much that it dampens your enthusiasm. Max pats his chest and waggles his eyebrows when he lays back, encouraging you to give him all you’ve got — so you take him at his word. You settle your knees on either side of his head and intend to be at least slightly delicate about lowering yourself over his face, but Max grabs your hips with a growl and pulls you straight down to him eagerly, making you gasp in surprise as much as pleasure.

Max has shown you what he can do but he wants to improve on that. Really drive you crazy. His tongue isn’t shy, never hesitant as he dives into your folds with a happy groan. The symphony the two of you make right off the bat is enviable. Every groan Max rumbles into your folds comes out of your own mouth as a barely contained moan. The kind that have to be muffled somehow, and there is no way quite as good to stifle moans than by taking Max's cock back in your mouth.

Max hisses into your wet folds when you engulf his cock. Loving how eager you are for it and him. It makes him work even harder to make you moan loudly. It's the kind of overwhelming feeling that only feels better the more and more you put into it. The vibrations he gets from you moaning as you swirl your tongue around his cock move through him in waves and end up pushed right back into your pussy as he licks and sucks every possible inch of your pussy.

Max squeezes your ass, smirking into your folds as he slurps and sucks. Loving every dirty second as the two of you are in a race for pleasure. It really isn’t long before your thighs start to shake and your stomach tightens. Max knows your body too well even after so little time that he can shuttle you toward pleasure with a deft and expert hand. Or, in this case, tongue.

Groaning your name into your cunt, Max watches you. Feeling your pulse speed up and the heady arousal thickening on his tongue. Signifying you are close to coming apart for him. He grunts, squeezing your ass and bringing you back on his face more, nearly pulling you off his cock completely.

You know he's always careful with you, making sure he doesn't hurt you, but the way his fingertips dig into your hips tonight almost makes you wish that he would one day. That he would go just far enough that you could still feel his grip on your thighs the next day as you go about your utterly normal life. While you know that he won't do that tonight, it feels far too good to care. The way you're careening toward your first orgasm of the night is too good to care about anything else.

Your breath catches and he knows you are about to come apart for him. Wanting to see it in all its glory when you finally break. There's no mistaking the way you shake for him. He knows it well by now and you're realizing that Max affects you in ways no one ever had before – whether that's talent on his part or the soulmate connection is up for debate. In the moment that the tether inside you snaps and you flood his eager tongue with cum, you're forced to pull away from him or really and truly you might be far too enthusiastic and choke on his cock before you can get further into the night. But pulling away means there is nothing to muffle your cries, and you force yourself to stifle a loud moan of his name to make sure that the house doesn't echo with the sounds of your pleasure.

The good thing about his strength is that he can move you around like a leaf on the wind. Bolting upright so your legs are dangling over his shoulders, the snarl Max gives is feral as he feasts in your juices. Slurping them down as if they were ambrosia, and they are. It’s the best something has tasted since he’s been turned into a vampire.

"Gods—" You hold tight to him as he drinks you down, every last drop licked from your lips and then from his.

He chuckles, a dirty, self-satisfied sound as he smacks his lips. “Was that good enough for our opening act? Or shall I show you again?”

You could prolong the night. You know you could. Make it last as long as possible and truly wring each other out. But you’re craving the closeness of having him with you and inside you in a way that you can’t quite describe. When Max cradles you in his arms again after you catch your breath, you can’t help the soft, breathy tone in your voice when you promise him: “I’m ready.”

Gently, probably the gentlest he’s ever been, Max repositions you. Wanting to make sure that you are comfortable and looking him in the eyes when you assure him. His eyes are light, almost yellow with desire but his words are soft. “Are you sure? You want me to make love to you?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.” Lying beneath him in this borrowed bed, it seems like the strangest thing in the world to say that this is right, but it’s all about him. It’s all about this time spent with your soulmate and finding your strength again — because he has loved all of you. Even the parts you thought were broken forever.

“Alright.” It’s out of character for him, or maybe out of character for the facade he wears for others, but Max is almost shy right now. The tenderest love shining on his face as he leans in to press his lips to yours. You trust him with the most vulnerable of things, your heart and the intimacy of your body. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” More fiercely and completely than you ever thought possible, and yet somehow that doesn’t make you scared. It makes you sure, and so you surge up to kiss him another time.

You are the bold one and Max finds that incredibly sexy. Groaning into the kiss as his body floods with a warmth that can only come from you. Easing you back down to the silken sheets and slowly starting to cover you with his own frame and your breath escapes into his mouth.

It feels also surreal to be desperate to be touched again, but when Max’s hand closes over your side to shift his weight above you and his lips connect with your pulse, you shiver. “I love you.” Murmured again with every ounce of honesty in your body, your legs wrap lightly around his waist to encourage him to settle in the cradle of your thighs.

“I love you, Dolly.” He nudges his nose against yours and slowly settles between your legs. His cock is achingly hard and throbbing against your core. “Tell me if you don’t like something.”

“I promise.” The welcome pressure of having him between your thighs only makes you pant more heavily, needing him as much as wanting.

“Good girl.” He hums, kissing all over your face and down your jaw. “My beautiful soulmate. All mine.” His hips slowly grinding against you, feeling you get even wetter as you squirm under his cool body.

"All yours." The first real press of the head of his cock against your entrance has you squirming, practically begging for more.

Max slides his hand between you, wanting to make sure there’s no slips, no uncomfortable misses that would cause you a second’s discomfort. Wanting this to be experience you deserve. “And I’m yours.” He promises, sealing that vow with a kiss as his hips slowly push forward and the head of his length slips inside you seamlessly.

That familiar first press is almost foreign after so long without it, but wanting it makes you sigh and lets your whole body relax to take him in. Blazing hot, soaking wet, and squeezing his cock tight, your body is as welcoming to him as it possibly could be — especially with your head tossed back on the pillow and a low moan of his name on your lips as he rocks his hips forward to fill your pussy more and more with each stroke.

“That’s it, pretty girl.” Max moans, kissing your neck where you bare it. He wants nothing more than to sink his fangs into your throat but he resists. “So good, taking my cock. You like it filling you up?”

“Fuck—” Even just the groaned out curse comes with a fervent nod of your head, and you squeeze your eyes shut or open them wide alternately and he presses inside you, slowly but surely. “Fuck, Max, oh gods—I—feels so fucking good, love.”

“That’s it, you’re so perfect. Fuck, I’m about to cum you’re so tight and hot.” Max groans into your lip, trying to stay connected as much as possible.

“Slow and steady, baby,” you encourage him breathlessly, rolling your hips under him to tell him it’s okay to move.

“I’ve got you.” He groans. “Gonna take care of you. Make sure you don’t have any complaints.”

“Could never.” Complain? About him? Fuck no. If anything, your mind is fogged with happiness.

It’s taking so long but finally, finally, his hips are flush with yours and he’s buried to the hilt again. Pausing for a second before the slow drag out of you begins. He wants to take his time, but he also can’t bare to pull out of you.

Slow and steady is truly it. Like Max doesn’t even want to leave the clutch of your body but he knows it will feel so Fucking good when he does.

Hissing, Max rolls his hips quickly back into you. “Fucking perfect.” He praises. “You’re fucking perfect, Dolly.”

The rhythm he sets is exquisite, carrying you through waves of pleasure by clinging to you every bit as hard as you cling to him. Of course everyone says that your soulmate is your perfect match, but you had never really thought it would extend this far. Never thought that when he slid his arms under you in bed to keep you as close as possible, you would feel like you had finally come home.

Max has always been a thorough lover. Call it ego, call it pure pride, but he wants his partner to sing his praises during and afterwards. This time, it’s more about giving. Wanting you to have nothing but bliss when you’re in his arms. The slight slap of his hips isn’t enough to jar you, just a subtle little sound.

Every roll forward is somehow the fullest and most blissful you’ve ever felt. Stifling your moans into endless kisses and letting your hands explore the plains of his body as he moves above you and never hold back from letting your own body respond to his. Every inch of you seeks him out, so your hips roll to match his and your hands clutch to keep him close even as he has you cradled against his chest.

“Never gonna let you go, Dolly. Never gonna let you go.” He groans out, holding you close and nearly panting against your throat. He’s so fucking overwhelmed by the feel of you, of your scent and softness. The feelings bursting inside of him has him melting into you.

"Staying right here," you promise him, gasping with every thrust forward. "With you."

"You are my other half, my better half." He moans, scattering your skin with kisses. "My Queenie, my queen, my life." Until you arrived, Max had been so focused on success that it was what he lived for, now he just wants to live for you.

"Love you —" A sharp, strong thrust makes you groan into his shoulder, and you clutch him tighter. "Forever, baby."

“Forever.” Forever is a long time, especially for him and yet if there is anyone he believes would love him for an endless amount of time, he believes that it would be you. There's no second guessing or doubting when it comes to you. Just love.

You both felt like you might shake apart when you were finally joined together, and that feeling hasn't abated. Every stroke is a scrub of your pussy walls as he pushes inside you until you feel so full that your heart swells along with everything else. It's lovemaking, in the purest and simplest definition of the term, and you've never felt so lucky in your entire life.

"Never felt like this." Max admits, pulling back to look into your eyes. His own are yellow now, his facial features slightly sharper than before but he's holding back from transforming. Taking more effort than usual due to how much you affect him. "Never."

"Max—" Your chest heaves and back bows under the shaking pleasure. "Do you—" Seeing his eyes makes the thought swirl, and you would be lying if you said it was the first time it had occurred to you since arriving in 1885. "Drink from me."

The vampire above you shudders, a full body shiver that races through him and vibrates against your skin. Eyes widening and brightening even more. Tinged with hunger, desire and concern all swirled together. "Are you sure?" His voice is deeper, raspier and stopped mid-thrust to stare at you.

“Yes.” There’s no hesitation in it. No worry or hidden anxiety. Only the surety that it will make this night — this first time together — all the more meaningful. “I said forever, love. And I mean it.”

He hisses, fangs popping out of his gums and it's a miracle he doesn't bury them in your throat that second. "Tell me a word." He begs, sounding slightly pained. "A safe word."

The conversation in the woods seems ages ago, and napkin was never going to be a serious safe word to begin with. So when you force your mind to function just for half a second, what you come out with is “Traffic”, and that seems like as good a choice as any. There’s never going to be any reason to say the word traffic in bed otherwise. “And you’ll… you’ll let me drink from you, too?”

"Yes." He all but groans the word, nodding at the thought of you having a bit of his blood inside you, carrying him with you. "I will. Let you have it whenever you want." Although it wasn't technically addicting, the more vampiric blood a human drank, the stronger it made them. Some humans loved to drink as much as they donated in return. "It won't hurt." He promises, kissing your lips and then ducking his head to lick over your pulse.

“I love you.” Words of trust are the only thing that come from you now, as if to say that your love for him and your trust in him are entirely intertwined. That no matter what else happens between the two of you, the tether of this togetherness holds those two things in it for both of you forever.

"I love you." He growls the sentiment, pulling his tongue away from your skin just long enough to get it out. "Forever." He reminds you, right before his razor-sharp fangs slice through the thin layers of your skin to the beautiful, pulsing vein below the surface.

It’s pressure and a sharp pinch, just like having blood drawn at the doctor, but the difference in the moments after is enormous. At the first feeling of blood being drawn up through his fangs, your body shakes in pure pleasure and kickstarts the most unexpected, swirling, lasting orgasm that has ever wracked your body.

He had known you would cum from it. Had predicted it as sure as the sun rising every morning. Groaning as he mouths against your skin and retracts his fangs so he can suck, his cock still buried deep inside you is twitching as you pulse around him.

“Fuck— fuck— oh gods—” The feeling is so much more intense than you expected and so much more pleasurable, making you moan and whimper beneath him as the hot rush of orgasm courses through you. If that is going to happen every time he bites you, you’re going to need to be sitting or lying down each and every time.

He keeps rocking into you, filling you with every snap of his hips. Slightly harsher than before as he gulps down mouthful after mouthful of your sweet blood. It's like ambrosia and he has to remind himself not to drink too much.

His pace quickens, pushing you toward yet another orgasm even faster than normal, and you’re swimming in a lighter-than-air, almost out-of-body feeling as your moans grow louder and sharper. You have to untangle one hand from the silk sheets to slap over your own mouth because Max is still drinking from you, and it takes you another few seconds to realize that you have to be the one to stop him. “Max—” Keening his name into the night, The fingers of the one you still have on him are clawing into his back while the coil in the pit of your stomach tightens all over again. “Baby—traffic.” Starting to feel lightheaded is what tips you off, though you know that could still just be the sex.

Max freezes. The cool coil of dread knotting in his stomach as he pulls away. Lips stained with your blood as he searches your face. “What’s wrong, what hurt?”

“I’m okay,” you promise him, pressing a kiss to his lips and tasting the irony tang of your own blood in the process. “Just starting to feel pretty lightheaded.”

"That happens sometimes during sex." He assures you, leaning in and licking your neck to heal your wounds.

“I’ll remember for next time.” He’s frozen still inside you, but your body is aching and needed more despite multiple orgasms. “I didn’t kill the mood, did I?”

"Do you want to keep going?" He asks, frowning slightly. He wants to make sure that your safe word didn't mean a full stop for everything. "What do you want, Dolly?"

“I want to keep going.” You pick your head up and kiss the place where his pulse beats whenever your lips meet his. “Please?”

You can have whatever you want but he's relieved that you want to keep going. Not that he would have been upset, but because he never wanted to do anything to make you feel like you had to stop. "I love you." He promises, leaning in to nudge his nose against yours and slowly starts to move again.

“I love you, too.” Shifting beneath him, your legs come around his waist and your arms twine around his back, letting each thrust hit that much deeper inside you.

“Will you cum again for me, sweet girl?” Max groans, the taste of you still so robust on his tongue. “Will you cry out for me again?”

“Feel so good…” Already your breathing turns heavier, that powerful heaviness and electricity of just being connected to him piquing every feeling in your body. “Gods you feel so good, love.”

"I'm a lucky bastard." Max grunts, gathering up the remains of his control and feeling even closer to you now that he's drunk from you. Pulling you closer and rolling his hips and grinding into you rather than pulling out.

The intense grind of his hips rubs your swollen clit with each roll of his hips, working you up that much faster. Every thought but Max leaves your head, letting you focus on him and him alone. He can sense the changes in your breathing, in your heart rhythm. "You're gonna cum." He promises, ducking his head down and kissing along your throat. "Gonna come apart for me like a firework."

“Need you to cum with me.” You’re so close to the edge that you know this one is going to shatter you, holding yourself on the precipice of breaking apart at every seam and all you can do is beg him to follow you.

"Gonna." He promises, groaning out the word. Even though he doesn't need to breathe, he's choked up. Overwhelmed by the pure beauty of the moment. "Right after you do."

Whether he knows he’s giving you permission or not, you tumble off the cliff of one last climax, pouring your cry of his name into a kiss that tangles you together that much more. You shake apart underneath him, cunt squeezing him tight and heart pounding with every wave of your release.

Max shudders, absorbs the reaction of your body. Taking it into his soul and letting it burn inside him. Watching you as starlight burst behind your eyes. Making sure that you’re tumbling into pleasure before he thrusts deep, giving into his own needs.

The two of you lay together for long moments afterward, with Max cradling you close while you catch your breath. The feeling of being full is remarkable and oddly comforting, as the depth and the meaning of the moment washes over both of you. “I love you.” Another whisper into the candlelit-night, but it’s weightier this time. Most witches and vampires could only dream of bearing children together — but with your bloodline it is actually possible. Unlikely. Exceedingly rare. But possible.

He can sense what you are thinking about, the weight of it is also on his mind as well. "If we don't, we will still be happy." He promises you, stroking your shoulder lovingly and hoping he can keep that promise. "We can adopt or rescue puppies, whatever will make you happy and fulfill you."

“We have forever,” you remind him, within an almost wistful note in your voice. “We can do all of it.”

"Forever." He smiles. "We can do everything you want. Travel the world, and now, through time."

******

The next night feels like it's been pulled right out of a movie. The red, gold, and cream gown that Renee had laced you into is accented by a bold, beautiful set of ruby and citrine jewelry that Max and Yayo had found at the same jewelry store where Max picked out your ring. The elaborate hairdo and long, cream gloves make the long red velvet cape look positively purposeful, and you feel as made-up as could ever possibly imagine. The realization though, that you are not nearly the most elaborately dressed woman there, comes when you get out of your carriage. Annie and Emmanuel stand excitedly by on the steps waiting for Max to help you out onto the cobblestone, and her own pearl and diamond jewelry winks in the moonlight. It's simultaneously mystifying and yet so very easy to remember that this young woman is the same person who will one day be your mother, especially when she looks even more dressed up than she did in the photos of her wedding to your father. Annie is eager and smiling, eyes wide in the flickering gaslight on the street as the sign behind them proclaims the details for the production of Carmen that you are all about to see.

“I am so thrilled to be here.” She moons happily, clutching Emmanuel’s arm and smiling dreamily. This trip has been perfect and she cannot even imagine a more wonderful evening. “Box seats!”

"Your parents were very generous to allow us to use their box." Emmanuel is beaming with his newly minted fiancée on his arm.

“Yes, and I believe that we will have a grand time.” She coos, batting her lashes at him innocently. “Especially since we are also having a late dinner and dancing with the Vanderbilts.”

"We're looking forward to meeting more of their family." The invitation from Cornelius and Alice to join them at his brother's home for a soiree after the opera tonight was most appreciated, and from the way that Alice worded the invitation, you have a feeling that she might be looking forward to bringing guests who are exceptional dancers.

“Yes. I am so happy that we are here.” She turns her gaze to you and smiles. “And I get to enjoy your first opera by your side.”

You comb your mind for a long moment trying to decide exactly which kind of irony that statement is, considering your mother also took you to your first opera when you were ten years old and there was a production of The Magic Flute being performed in English nearby. Deciding it doesn't matter, you reach out to squeeze her hand when you reach the top of the stairs with Max and smile warmly. "I cannot think of anything that could make tonight better," you promise her honestly.

There is a dramatic sound of a bell, signifying that the guests need to find their seats so the opera can begin. “Oh there is Mrs. Astor.” Max leans in to tell you. “Everyone is here, apparently.” He’s smirking slightly, curious to interact with her now that he knows she’s also a modern woman in a primitive time.

“We should go and say hello to her at intermission.” You return Mrs. Astor’s small wave when she spots you across the lobby but follow your mother and Emmanuel and the young man who is escorting the four of you to your box. The blur around you — of color, of sound, of so many people so excited for the evening — has you grinning and giddy for the night in your own right.

"What I wouldn't give for my phone." Max murmurs to you. "Not to call anyone, but for the fucking selfies." He's joking of course, but high resolution colored photos from this time would be amazing.

“We could start an Instagram trend,” you joke quietly, holding into his arm as you take the stairs inside the opera house’s lobby. “Photoshopping your selfie into a historical period. Except ours wouldn’t be photoshopped.”

"Do you think people would question a selfie stick in this time?" Max asks, chuckling at the reaction to him pulling out the long telescopic tool.

“You’d get questioned like an inventor. Nobody loves gadgets like they do in this time.” The theater around you is so incredibly opulent that you really can’t look away — eyes bouncing from one thing to another like a kid in a candy store. “This place is gorgeous,” you murmur to him as you walk.

"Yes it is." The opulence cannot be replicated in your time. The attention to detail and craftmanship lost through modernization and mechanization of the world. They called it The Gilded Age for a very good reason and Max is mesmerized by the sight. "Nearly as gorgeous as my wife."

You throw him a grin and roll your eyes teasingly for good measure, but Annie overhears the last comment and coos dreamily at the two of you. “Flattery is Max’s middle name,” you tell her with a little laugh.

"A beaming bride makes for a lovely night." Max tells Emmanuel seriously, changing the popular phrase 'Happy wife, happy life' to fit into the times and your situation. "Romance her as much as possible and she will flourish."

“Every day,” the younger man promises, with sparkling stars in his eyes every time he looks at his soulmate. Emmanuel is a gentle, romantic soul and absolutely worships Annie. “Every day for the rest of my life.”

It's haunting, because he knows that it will be true. Just that the life will be cut tragically short and the rift from that time will vibrate through time to affect you. His hand is over yours that is wrapped around his other arm and he squeezes gently. Encouraging and supporting you. "Waltz with her." He tells the other man. "Every chance you get."

“I shall have to have a few pointers from you on that front,” Emmanuel chuckles. “I have never claimed to excel at dancing, although I do enjoy it.”

“I will give you lessons.” Max promises, unsure of when the horrible events with Emmanuel went down.

“And I will sing your praises to all of society for it.” Annie giddily leads Emmanuel to the open door of her parents’ box and takes your hand to have you sit beside her. “Not that you need my help. Your wife is a favorite of Mrs. Astor now.”

"Except Dolly never wants friends because of how they benefit her." Max explains. "My wife is a very loving and loyal creature. She has friends because of how they make her feel. And you are one of her dearest."

“I’m sure we should all benefit from such a shining example.” Emmanuel praises, smiling at how Annie reaches across to hug you tightly just before the lights begin to dim over the audience assembled for tonight’s performance.

One thing that Max doesn’t care for in this time, is the fact that to show too much affection is frowned upon. He releases your hand and wishes he could wrap his arm around you, but he doesn’t wish to cause a scandal, so he leans back and waits for the performance to begin.

Unbeknownst to both of you, wishing the very same thing, you slip your hand into his to thread your fingers together in his lap. This time may discourage public shows of affection, but your relationship does not. It’s all about balance.

Max looks down at your hands and smiles, catching your gaze when he looks up and he winks at you. Loving that you are in tune with him and his body leans in closer to you as the first lines are sung.

Carmen is a stunning opera. Dramatic, groundbreaking, emotional, and inspiring. By the time intermission comes you’ve been on the edge of your seat. The first half of the show has left both you and Annie breathless in the best way possible and your heart is hammering with it when the lights come up.

Max stands, helping you from your seat and he smiles at the dreamy expression on your face. "I can tell this will be a tradition now." He teases, having enjoyed himself immensely even though he had also been observing everyone else in the theatre as well.

“Modern operas have subtitles,” you assure him, leaning over to kiss his cheek. “So you can follow along in English and not have to fight through the French or German or Italian.”

"How do they put subtitles on a live performance?" Max asks seriously.

“Screens.” Although the visual of actors with lyrics written on cards makes you grin as you whisper to him. “We’ll go. You’ll love how swanky it is, though nothing is swankier than chatting with the Astors at intermission and having dinner and dancing with the Vanderbilts afterward.”

"I don't think that we would ever be able to top this." Max admits with a grin, shrugging slightly.

“For now, let’s just enjoy it.” You hum, squeezing his hand again as you lean into his side. In this time, these people — they take their summers and seek out the beaches and the grandeur of Europe or beauty of mountains. And it’s clear to you after just a short amount of time that both you and Max love it here, but it isn’t where you belong. Perhaps, though? Just perhaps…you might take a leaf out of their book. And like the socialites of Gilded Age New York City take their summers away from home, you and Max might one day to decide to ‘summer’ in the Gilded Age. “For now, let’s go see the Astors.”

"Your wish is my command, my dear, sweet wife." He coos, smirking at you as the two of you glide down the stairs to the lobby. Refreshements are being served and no doubt you will have to leave his side to attend to your needs in the toilet, but for now, he will be satisfied by escorting the most beautiful woman in the room around.

Annie and Emmanuel elect to stay behind in the box and you don’t say a damn thing, preferring to just let them have their time to flirt and whisper back and forth while you and Max go and mingle. A glass of lemonade is procured for you so that no well-meaning friend or acquaintance will attempt to offer you wine out of politeness, and soon you spot the Astors at the center of a crush of admirers.

It takes a few moments for them to move through the crowd, too many people stopping to chit chat with her and her husband, but soon enough Lina is standing in front of you and pulls you in for a quick, fierce hug. "I am so glad you came." She whispers.

“How could we possibly turn down the invitation?” It doesn’t matter whether you mean the invitation from her or from your grandparents. Either way, you are here. “Are you enjoying it so far?”

"I did not think that I would, but I am immensely enjoying it." William skirts around the trains on your dresses and shakes Max's hand, speaking to him quietly as Lina chats with you.

“He’s enjoying himself here.” The two of you now your heads to murmur between you as though you were simply gossiping. “I think we might try to come back, if I can get the hang of traveling back and forth.”

"That would be wonderful." She squeezes your hand gently. "William and I would be willing to host you anytime you wished to visit." She promises quietly.

“And if you ever wanted to come forward, we would be glad to have you.” You promise her just as earnestly.

"Perhaps one day." She hums. "Although I believe that William is a bit...stuck in his ways." She offers with a small smile.

“We have an excellent staff.” A wry smile on your lips twists her way. “He would be treated the way he is accustomed. I promise.” By the very same people who currently care for him anytime they visit your grandparents, but you can’t say so here.

The glass of punch in Lina's hand is quickly drained and she fans herself. "I must excuse myself." She hums. "Unless you also need to use the facilities?"

“I’ll follow you.” You drink the petite glass of lemonade easily and set it on the tray of a waiter passing by before turning to Max. “We’ll be right back, love.”

"Of course, my love." He smiles at you and nods, watching as you and Lina Astor walk off.

Around two corners, it is not the busy, central bathroom that Mrs. Astor leads you toward but rather a smaller and more concealed one that she seemingly has special privilege to use. The attendant inside even offers her a polite smile but departs after you both step in the door.

"Now, you seemingly have a glow about you that wasn't there before." Lina eyes you with a knowing smirk before she moves over towards the mirror to check her hair.

"I have no idea what you mean." Is a complete but polite lie, and you have to stifle a smile as you peak into the mirror beside her. Not that you would know how to fix your hair even if you tried. Renee had put more pins in it than should ever even exist together on earth.

Even though it's thoroughly unladylike and she would never do such a thing in public, Lina snorts and rolls her eyes. "You are aware I have five children, correct?" She hums. "I know when someone has been naughty."

"We're married!" You defend, even though that isn't technically true, but the fact that you've just been called out by Lina Astor for getting it on practically makes you double over laughing. "Surely the Gilded Age isn't so prim that they look down on that sort of thing?"

"Again, I have five children." She teases and winks at you in the mirror. "All we have for entertainment is fucking. Especially in the winter."

This time you can't swallow it, snorting in amusement and shaking your head at her. "It was the first time," you admit a little sheepishly. "So I'm still a little...giggly, I guess?"

"Obviously the boy was good to you," She eyes you carefully and approves of the starry glaze to your eyes. Since she was a child of the sixties, she was a little more liberal in her views of sex and love and had been fortunate enough to teach William what she likes. Her own children were carefully guided but it was freeing to talk about this with another modern woman. "It's a good thing. I would hate to slap his shins with my walking stick."

"There's no need for that." Although the mental image is fairly amusing. "I'm very lucky to have him for my soulmate." Typically you would adjust your makeup. Or the way your shirt is hanging on your body. But since you've been pinned within an inch of your life and aren't wearing any makeup at all, all you can do is stand there and feel the intense heat in your cheeks while you talk to Lina. "He's very— he takes good care of me. In every way."

"Good." She offers you a small smile. "I feel that a good relationship, a good marriage is a partnership." She huffs slightly. "Although in this time, some men might not appreciate that, but a woman's part of her husband's life either adds value or causes stress." She smirks. "It is up to his attitude on what that might be."

"Thankfully, Max's misogyny is all show at this point in his life. He's spent enough time in board rooms and business meetings that he can blend in, but at home it's a partnership." Since you're standing in front of the mirror anyway, you smooth your hands down the front of your dress and make sure you're in one piece before turning away. "I'm glad that your soulmate seems to have been enlightened a little on the way things can be."

Lina chuckles and tilts her head. "History books do not show it, but honestly? Women control much more than the men would have believed. If a wife is unhappy, he will receive cold tea, sour brandy, his cigars 'disappear'." She lifts a brow at you and smirks. "Itching powder in his long johns."

"Happy wife, happy life," you laugh, absolutely loving what you're hearing from her. "And I hope you taught all of this to your girls, too?"

"Absolutely." She tuts and shoots you a grin. "And my daughters-in-law."

"Brilliant." You can't help thinking that every one of these encounters is going to make a hilarious set of stories to tell Allison when you finally get back, and you are just constantly filing away little bits of information as you go. "Absolutely brilliant."

She grins before she nods towards the stall. "If you'll excuse me, I have to wrestle with my petticoats to go to the bathroom before intermission is over."

"I wish you all the luck in the world." It gets a laugh from both of you, and you nod to the door. "Enjoy the second half of the show, Lina. I'm going to go track down our soulmates."

"Before you go." Lina stops at the stall door and looks back at you. "The book is coming along fabulously. It will be ready on time."

"You're very kind to make the copy." You soften a little at the reminder of it, feeling the ache of gratitude in your chest. "I can't imagine it's the sort of thing that is easy to share with just anyone. I promise it will be in good hands."

"I have no doubt." She hums. "My daughters are not terribly interested in magic right now, so it will be a relief to know that the knowledge might be passed down if none change their minds."

"I promise." Instinctively, you make at 'x' over your heart with your finger and are grateful that the gesture can be shared with someone who doesn't think you're incredibly odd or childish for doing it. You say your good night here, figuring that you won't be have the time to say anything appropriate later on when the opera gets out and you're swept away to dinner, and go back out to the lobby to find Max before intermission is over.

“Hey Dolly.” It’s not as if he were staked out by the bathrooms, but Max has been looking out for you. “Refreshed?”

"Refreshed, and a bit teased." You take his arm when he offers it and start back toward your seats. "Mrs. Astor noticed how particularly happy we are tonight."

“Our wedded blissful status was noticed?” Max preens smugly and he waggles his eye brows. “Or are you just walking funny?”

"Even if I was, you wouldn't be able to tell under all these petticoats." The slight smirk on your face is a beaming smile all over again and you lean into his side as you walk. "Yes, our bliss was noted. Which means I'm sure it was by other people too. But I don't give a damn. If anything, they should be very jealous of me." For last night, and also for this morning. Max had decided to wake you up before the rest of the house began their day, and he did it with his head — and then his cock — between your legs.

“We could always fit a quicky in during intermission.” He suggests, cock twitching in his trousers.

"Intermission's almost over." And while he may be quick, you're enjoying taking your time with him.

He pouts, but he knows that the scandal would be more attention that you would want to bring down on yourselves. “Next time.” He promises and offers his arm.

"Next time." There is no doubt in your mind that there will be a next time, and that gives you a sense of anticipation that you can't deny loving. "Of course, I'm not saying that when we get home tonight, that there won't be time then..."

“No?” He arches a brow. “What are we doing when we get home?”

The box attendant is in sight and there are people around you, but you know his hearing is far better than anyone else’s in this opera house tonight so you whisper with a barely contained smirk. “It’s a very good night for a ride. Don’t you think?”

He grunts and his brow goes up even higher. “You mean-“ he waggles his brows and leans in. “I’m your horsey?”

It probably shouldn’t, but the endearing silliness of Max’s choice of phrasing makes you almost snort when you laugh, and you squeeze his arm as the attendant opens the door for you to return to the box just as the bell rings to tell patrons to return to their seats. “Yes, love,” you snicker and shake your head in amusement. “That’s exactly what I mean.”

“Oh goody.” The playfulness is simple to keep the gorgeous smile on your face, but if he had his way, he would be ordering the carriage be brought around.

“It’s our reward for a very productive evening in society,” you decide, although that’s just the excuse. In reality, now that you’ve had a taste of Max? You’re addicted.

Max chuckles and helps you into your seat. Annie and Emmanuel are positively beaming and Max doesn’t miss the way both of them are a bit mussed. “Ready for the second act?”

“Terribly excited for it.” Annie hums, trying and failing to look as innocent as possible.

His eyes slide over to you and he makes a face. Not believing your mother for a second.

The face you make back very distinctly reminds him that’s my mother! but it’s none of your business. You face forward as the lights come down again and make the executive personal decision not to say a goddamn thing. At least, not right now.

Max smirks and reaches over, lacing his fingers through yours. "Remember..." He coos in your ear. "Technically her daughter is getting railed right under her nose as well." He teases playfully.

You can’t help it — cracking a guilty but extremely pleased grin and letting out a small laugh as the lights come back down. He’s right, of course, even if Annie doesn’t know what you really are to her. “Behave yourself,” you chastise, barely even meaning it, and lean over to kiss him.

"Naaaaaah." He kisses you happily and winks. "What fun would that be?" There's a sense of freedom in being able to tease you, to see you light up when his corniness comes out and it makes Max adore you even more. "Now watch your opera." He chides as the lantern lights are lowered again, as if he wasn't the distraction all along.

******

It quickly becomes apparent, as soon as just a few minutes into dinner, that you have made friends with the loving-if-slightly-snobby branch of the Vanderbilt family. Any and all attempts at conversation with Mrs. Willie K. Vanderbilt — gods forbid anyone call her Alva — is met with one upmanship and a quality of narcissism that you have rarely encountered in real life. There are a lot of truly terrible people who would have loved Alva Vanderbilt, and that thought makes you shudder. Instead, you come away from dinner and dancing in that house very glad to be unlaced and untied from all of your layers and flop down on the bed in your dressing gown to wait for Max to come upstairs. Cornelius had sidelined him about something or other when you back to the house and you can’t wait to have him back in your arms.

“Is there anything else you wish tonight, Mrs. Phillips?” Renee asks, just inside the doorway so she doesn’t intrude on your relaxation. “Tea, perhaps?”

“Nothing tonight, Renee. Thank you.” As warm and gossipy and giggly as you got to be with 21st century Renee, you’re worried about saying too much in front of her in this time. In this place. So you just try to be as polite and appreciative as humanly possible every day. “I think Mr. Phillips and I are going to take a long walk in the park tomorrow, and I know that Annie is planning on doing a little shopping, so you should have some time to yourself tomorrow.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Phillips.” Even if she doesn’t smile, the nod is polite and her expression has softened. “If there is nothing else, I will wish you a good evening.”

“Good night, Renee.” In lieu of being able to embrace your friend, you offer her a heartfelt smile and climb into bed, armed with a book from the library to read until Max appears.

After a nightcap that Max did not enjoy, and some stimulating business talk that did, he is finally climbing the stairs to the wing where you are waiting for him. Taking his time and hating it because of the human staff in the Vanderbilt household, he is eager to get behind closed doors with you.

Max slips in the door and grins as he shuts it behind him, flicking the lock behind him. “Hey, sweetheart.”

“Hey.” Your book goes down in your lap immediately and you can’t help but beam a smile at him. “What did Cornelius have to say?”

Max smirks, shrugging out of his jacket and laying it over the back of the chair in the sitting area. "Wanted to bend my ear about a project he was considering."

“Oh?” You know he loves the fact that these powerful men are taking his opinion seriously, and you smile a little brighter. “What project was that?”

"There's a tract of land that is for sale that he was considering." He shrugs slightly. "Wanted to know if I was familiar with North Carolina."

“So more than one Vanderbilt was looking ably building down there? Interesting.” Shifting over in bed makes extra room for him. But it’s not that he’ll need it. The second he gets in beside you, you’ll be cuddled up anyway.

"Maybe." Max leans a hip on the writing desk and shrugs. "Or the land sits unused until that estate is built."

"Maybe." It’s not as if either of you is a Vanderbilt historian. It could be anything. "History will tell. But for now...are you coming to bed?"

"Absolutely." Max smirks and within seconds, he's standing bare in front of the bed, looking down at you.

“Show off.” It’s endearing, though, and you grab his hand to pull him into bed with you.

He snickers and winks as he presses close, ducking his head and pressing his lips to yours.

For the first time, you pull back from Max’s kiss abruptly and frown, feeling anxiety rise in your throat. “Did you—um—is that—” It’s okay. Breathe. Just breathe. It’s not the end of the world. Take deep, long breaths. “Did you…have a drink? Before you came up?”

Max's brows furrow for a second, wondering why you are pulling back but then he winces. Cornelius wouldn't take no for an answer, so he had quickly tippled back a disgusting drink. "I- uh, he- he wanted a nightcap." Max rushes to explain. "I refused but he insisted and it would have been- uh, rude to refuse."

“Oh…um…okay.” Despite you saying it, and nodding profusely, there is a spark in your fingertips and anxiety rolling down your spine. “Would you…” About to ask him if he minds brushing his teeth, a bubble of fear opens in your throat and the words get swallowed. “N-Never mind. Never mind.”

Max frowns, not liking the way your suddenly turned stiff and hesitant. “Dol-” he stops talking and he closes his mouth. Realizing that you can smell the alcohol. “Shit.”

“I know you’re not drunk.” But that doesn’t stop the fear from settling deep into your bones where it lived for so long.

"I should have refused." He shakes his head and pulls way, slipping out of the bed and backing away from it. "I'll go brush my teeth and...." He doesn't know what he can do to reassure you, but it feels like he's failed you. Without another word, he disappears.

Oddly, the feeling of panic in your body is less actual fear of him, and more fear of the feeling. You know in your mind and heart that Max would never hurt you. Fuck — you let him drink from you last night. But the gut reaction of terror behind smelling alcohol in his breath makes you afraid that you’ll always be afraid, and that’s the reason that you’re turned over on your pillow shaking subtly and trying not to sob as he goes into the bathroom.

In the bathroom, Max is cursing himself for not thinking about brushing his teeth earlier. He knows you don't like alcohol and why but he hadn't even thought of it. Alcohol has zero effect on him and honestly it had tasted horrible. "So fucking stupid." He hisses at himself.

“I’m sorry.” As soon as he walks back into the room you’re apologizing, and it seems like you’ve reverted back to simply apologizing for existing, but the truth is more complicated. The sparks from your fingers had started arcing while he was in the bathroom, and now they’ve created a sort of woven magic protective blanket around you that you did not conjure on purpose nor do you know how to get rid of. “I don’t know what’s happening.” The fear is for this now, as fear starts to be the most dominant emotion in your mind all over again.

Max frowns and his eyes widen as he starts to take a step towards you it's like an invisible barrier has been set up between you. "You don't need to be sorry." He shake his head, lifting a hand to try to push against the barrier. "It's my fault sweetheart. Mine. I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry."

“I didn’t do this,” you rush to promise him, as bound on your side of the barrier as he is on his. As confused and shocked by its appearance as he surely is. “I don’t know how to do this.”

"It's okay, we- we'll figure this out." He promises, holding up his hands and backing away from the barrier. "Are you- do you think it's because of me?"

“I think it’s—it’s like the woods—” Thinking back to the fear you’d felt in the woods, it was like your magic had been called up out of necessity. Things had been unlocking in your mind for weeks now but you didn’t fully understand any of it. How could you, when it had been kept away from you for so long? “Like…my magic is trying to protect me?”

"From me..." Max whispers, looking devastated at that prospect. "I- I'm going to go get Annie." He decides and turns around to throw a dressing gown and pants on to rush from the room so he doesn't shock your mother.

******

Knocking on a door is a simple thing. Simple enough, anyway. But Annie Brown — sitting quietly in bed with a book and a cup of tea — is immediately convinced that someone has brought a battering ram to the second floor of the Vanderbilt’s home. She pushes everything aside and wraps herself in her robe before pulling the door open in concern. “Max?” Her eyes are wide, having expected that racket to be nothing less than the news that the house was on fire. “What is it? You look…rather upset. Is everything alright?”

"It- it's Dolly." He shakes his head and rushes to explain. "Her magic. It's- it- there's a barrier." He doesn't know what the hell she can do, but hopefully she can help you break the spell. "Because of me."

“Can’t she dispel it?” Even as she asks the question, Annie is already shifting back into her room to put in her slippers and follow Max out into the hallway. “What do you mean it’s because of you? What happened?”

"I- Dolly doesn't like drinking." He huffs, embarrassed by this. "Her- it's not a pleasant memory for her and Mr. Vanderbilt wanted a nightcap." He explains. "She- when she smelled the drink on me, she was upset." The two of them hurry towards the rooms he was sharing with you. "When I came out of the bathroom there was a barrier between us. She said she didn't do it."

"She doesn't have much experience with her magic." Annie knows that. You haven't talked about magic very much together, but you've said just enough to her for her to know that. "I will do anything that I can." She rushes upstairs with Max and follows him to your door, not knowing which one to find you behind.

"Dolly....I- I brought Annie." Max pushes the door opened and lets your mother, another witch, go inside ahead of him. Hoping that it would be for naught and you would be sitting there embarrassed and with no barrier around you. Obviously not the case since you still have a shimmery essence around you. "Oh fuck, it's still there." He hisses.

“Mo—Annie!” With your blood pulsing in your ears and panic in your throat, you barely manage to stop yourself from calling her Mom, but the tears running down your face don’t care what you call her so long as she helps. “What’s happening?” You beg, as though she could know the answer as soon as she’s walked in the door. “It’s a protection spell.” Clearly you had already figured that out, but Annie feels the need to assure you since you seem terrified. “And Max says you didn’t do this on purpose?” “No.” You shake your head adamantly and try to remember to breathe. “Ever since I arrived in—in—in Newport…my magic has been haywire.”

Biting his lip in worry, Max wishes he could go back in time and fix his mistake. He closes his eyes and sighs, wondering if you have now subconsciously linked him with your ex, the same danger. "I- I'll - I should go."

“No!” The last thing you want is for him to leave. He hasn’t hurt you and he wouldn’t hurt you, and you’re going to prove that to yourself — to your magic — somehow. “Stay, love. Please stay?”

He swallows, even though he doesn't really have to and looks around. "I - I don't know if I should." He admits quietly. "This happened because of me."

“If this happened because of you, my dear friend, then it might also undo because of you.” With the door carefully closed and locked behind her, Annie moves to the side of the bed to be as close to you as she can be while the magical barrier has you firmly protected. “Will one of you please explain to me what happened? In detail?”

Max looks over at you and senses the hesitation in your eyes. The fear of blurting out too much. "Dolly's ex used to abuse her when he drank." He admits quietly. "She doesn't like alcohol. He- he attacked her once and she managed to save herself with her magic." He rubs his hands on his pants. "When she smelled the drink on me...I guess she panicked and thought that I was like him. Or maybe her magic took over to protect her from me."

"Ex?" Annie questions the term, wanting to make sure that she understands completely. "A lover. Before—before I found Max." Gods if she only knew how much more uncomfortable this conversation is for you. You just can't afford to dwell on that right now, as you just remind yourself to breathe through the fear. "I don't think Max would ever hurt me, it's like...like my magic just jumped out of me on instinct." "Oh my..." Annie crosses her arms, looking between you and Max with concern and care written across her features. "It seems...that is, it sounds...as though you have been spellbound, my dear."

“What does that mean?” Max frowns, relieved that Annie knows what is happening but not sure it’s a good thing.

"It means that at some point in your wife's life," Annie purses her lips together, squeezing her arms around her own waist in concern. "Another witch did not trust her to wield her magic carefully. A powerful witch." Whimpering in discomfort under your magical blanket, you could scream for the irony of the thing. "My parents." The irony is terrible, but more than that, you're distinctly afraid that this might give you away. After all, some spells can only be undone by those who have cast them.

“And what do we do? What happened? How do I help my wife?” He demands.

"There are three choices," Annie tells you both, chewing on her bottom lip as she inspects the nearly invisible edges of your barrier with interest. "The simplest would be to have the witch who cast the spell unravel it. Without that option, either Dolly must break through the spell with her own force, or a witch more powerful than the original caster must break it for us."

Max knows that all of those things are impossible. He cannot give up your true relationship to your mother, and he knows you don’t trust yourself enough to break it yourself. You’re still so unused to magic. And your grandmother had already admitted through her letters that your mother was a more powerful witch than her. There was possibly another option. “What if the threat was no longer around?” He asks Annie quietly.

She sighs, understanding, but shakes her head. "You left the room and the barrier remained. I do not think this is about you as much as you fear it is."

“That’s- it’s not what I meant.” His eyes are haunted, heavy with emoting and he refuses to look over at you. “I left but I was still here.” He rationalizes. “Would she- would it work if I- I- um, wasn’t?”

"Don't you dare." There is gravel in your voice. A growl that is as unfamiliar to you as it is to them, but at least you know where it comes from. From the very bottom of your soul, where you know you wouldn't survive this world without him. You aren't as strong as your mother. Not by a longshot. Life without your soulmate is impossible now that you've found him. "You're staying right here and we'll find another way." It's like a magical weighted blanket, holding you to the bed, and all you can manage to do is shake your head at him. "Promise me. Promise me you won't do that."

Max frowns and he huffs seriously. “What if it’s the only way?” He demands quietly. “I- it’s worth it to me.” He admits. “For you.”

"It's not the only way." You would rather give up every ounce of truth to your mother than lose him. Break your promise to your grandfather and risk unknown complications. You would rather gamble with the world than lose Max. "A—Annie can dispel it." "I can?" She wheels around, looking at you as though you have just nominated her for queendom — disbelief and a touch of pride in her voice. As though she were touched that you would think so well of her. "Yes." A shaky breath comes with your nod, because you aren't technically lying but it feels that way. "The daughter of a powerful witch and a vampire? You must be able to."

“I don’t know if I am able to.” She worries, frowning as she looks between an equally devastated husband and wife. “But I will try.” She turns her head and pins Max with a stare. “Do not do anything foolish.” She cautions. “If you upset Dolly, it could provoke her magic even more.”

“Please help.” There is something about asking your own mother for help when you’re scared that makes your chest tighten, but stead of more fear it’s nearly nostalgia. Like being a little girl all over again. Except as a little girl you had had no idea that your own parents had spellbound you.

Annie frowns and nods, “of course I will help you.” She rushes to assure you “However I can.”

“Tell us what to do.” It’s entirely possible she doesn’t know, but you has to believe that she has some kind of idea. Otherwise the ace in your sleeve is calling Lina Astor to the house in the middle of the night.

“Think about touching Max.” Annie bites her lip and pushes the sleeves of her nightgown back after removing her robe. Moving towards the barrier. “Visualize it in your head.”

That is the easiest thought to have in the world, and you reach out to him under the shimmering barrier instinctively. “Um…right…” She said visualize, and you obediently close your ideas and imagine being in his arms instead.

Annie swallows harshly and turns to Max. “Give me a drop of your blood.” She demands, holding out her palm flat.

You watch with worried eyes as Max complies immediately, letting his fangs out to puncture the skin on his fingertip so a single, full bead of dark red blood wells up above his skin.

Annie thinks back to every lesson her mother has taught her, aware that this is probably the most important magic that she has ever done. “Thank you Max.” She whispers, flashing him a reassuring smile as she turns back to the barrier. Closing her eyes, she starts the incantation, hoping that she is strong enough to undo the spell with Max’s blood as an aid.

The barrier starts to vibrate around you as Annie murmurs her incantation low and steady. You can't even hear the words from a few feet away, but you can feel the affect that they're having. The barrier bends around you, the magic that was shimmering now starting to blink abruptly and then flash like bursting lightbulbs.

There's nothing more that Max wishes for on this earth than for this to work. He bites his lip, not bothering to heal his wound on his hand. Watching with baited breath, even though he doesn't breathe as the barrier continues to twist around you.

Words like reverse and shine and will and power spill from your mother's lips as the temperature in the room drops. An imperceptible chill floods the space. Not a breeze or a draft, but a chill that settles into bones and sets hooks into hearts. The cold takes hold even in Max, who has been technically icy to the touch for years. The colder you get the more you concentrate on that feeling of touching Max's cool skin with your own warm hands. The way his kisses warm against your lips. The way it made moving under him last night feel even more powerful, friction and heat and the rush of pleasure in both of your bodies making him feel warm for the first time since he was turned.

"Dolly." He murmurs quietly, stepping forward and wishing that he can just pull you out. "Please." he closes his eyes. " I need you." He's helpless and he hates that. Strong, fast, and resilient, but there is nothing he can right now but watch your mother try to undo the spell that binds you. That has you wrapped up and pulling away from him.

"Talk to her, Max." Annie gets a rush of energy back at her when he does, as though your magic responds to his voice instinctively. "About anything. Anything happy."

"I want to waltz with you again." Max tells you honestly. "I want to waltz with you every day. I missed today. I should have swept you up into my arms when you were folded into that beautiful dress you were wearing tonight."

“Tonight wasn’t your fault.” There had been so many other guests at dinner that your dances had been taken up by the other gentlemen, and Alice had sung Max’s praises as a dancer so that the ladies had very nearly stood in line for him. It was a pleasure to watch him be so sought after. To see the way his eyes found you on the dance floor regardless of his partner and know that you would be the one sharing a bed with him tonight. He thrives on feeling wanted and valued, and you never would have taken that from him.

“Still….” Max shrugs. “I only want to dance with you, Queenie.”

“I love you, too.” You shift forward without realizing it, instinctively wanting to be closer to him, and gasp softly when you realize the barrier has moved the tiniest bit. “Oh gods…I think it’s actually working!”

He can only hope. Max steps a fraction of an inch closer to you and continues on. "I want to travel with you. See the world. Experience everything with you." He takes comfort in the fact that Annie is aware of vampires, is the daughter of one, so he doesn't have to censor himself. "Watch the world change with you."

“When you see the barrier start to come apart,” Annie pants with effort but concentrates, pausing her incantation to give you instruction. “Try to pull at it. Like you’re picking apart embroidery. Max, keep talking to her.”

“Our lives are going to be perfect.” Max tells you desperately. “If we can have children, I’ll give you as many as you want. Gorgeous little girls, who look like you and handsome little boys who have your sweetness.”

As Annie chants and Max makes endless promises, the barrier binding you to the bed loosens slightly in halting amounts. It waves like oceans waves and turns a vibrant, flashing purple. It squeezes you tight, as if trying to retain control, but you keep your eyes closed and concentrate on imagining all of the things that Max is promising. Your life together. Your happiness. If you can let go of everything else, maybe you can grab at the happiness. “Good!” Annie cries, seeing you move under the waves of magic. “Open your eyes, Dolly. You have to take it apart yourself.” The magic has bent to your mother’s will — or what you have to assume was her will — and looks now like pearlescent threads of satin ribbon fraying in every direction across your body. It is not the neat, directed weaving you expected but knotted and gnarled tangles of wispy white, and you immediately grab at the nearest knot to find it astonishingly solid in your hands as you furiously work it open to release the threads.

Max steps forward. “You can do it, sweetheart. I know you can. Please do it.” He begs quietly.

The only other time in your life that you have broken through the barrier of your magic was for Max. To protect him. And now you understand why your attempt at a protection barrier didn’t work at all — because you’ve been surrounded by one for most of your life. Fear is what made you leap into action last time. Fear that something would happen to take Max away from you. Even if you knew in the most logical parts of your mind that a bullet could not kill him — you feared it. And fearing that one drink could turn Max into the same monster Derek was, while illogical, is the definition of a knee jerk reaction. Every single thread you grasp is a reminder to yourself that it won’t happen. That alcohol has no effect on Max. That the dangers of the pst will never repeat themselves. Every knot you grasp, tugging at the strands of your gnarled fears, is a step toward being stronger. For Max.

“Come to me baby.” He begs, holding out his arms to you as you attempt to break through the barrier. “I choose you, I’ll always choose you over everything.”

“I—I’ll always choose you, too.” Your fingers dig into the knot of magical threads at the heart of the barrier, feeling the way the power — your power, untouched and unwielded — bends and droops at your words. The threads don’t merely break, they seep into your skin like sun rays and light you from the inside. Annie and Max watch in awe as every shred of magic untangles itself after that large knot, absorbing into your mind and body so thoroughly that you begin to glow.

“Beautiful.” Max whispers, completely enthralled by how powerful you are. A wind that doesn’t come from anywhere ruffles your nightgown and blows around you. A byproduct of the magic being harnessed and absorbed by you.

“Gods above…” Annie presses one hand over her heart, watching in awe as you take the last threads of your binding apart. You look like an angel, and she cannot tell why but her heart aches over the image of it. “Max!” Throwing yourself forward is easy now, as though you could simply fly wherever you needed to go without any effort, and you launch yourself toward your soulmate with one hand outstretched to bring your mother close as well.

Max cradles you, wrapping up in the security of his arms with palpable relief. He had honestly worried that it wouldn't work, that he would be separated from you. Now the warmth of your body is surrounding him and all he can feel is like you've come home.

Characterizing it as crying would be an understatement. What you are doing is weeping into Max’s shoulder as you cling to both him and your young mother in sheer relief. It feels, for the first time since you were a child, like you are whole again, with a in one of magic running in your veins alongside your blood. There is no other way to explain it — you feel whole again. For her part, Annie hugs you tightly, tears of effort and - yes - more relief in her own eyes. She cannot explain why she feels so close to you, but now it feels even more important that the two of you had met. “We should discuss this with my mother when we return home,” she murmurs, knowing that her mother is a far more power witch than she is at this time. “I wish I knew other witches nearby to consult. But you must learn to control your powers. They will act out, now that they are free.”

Max frowns, concerned. “She will.” He promises Annie. “She will, even if I have to learn magic myself.”

“Lina.” You remind him, not wanting Max to think that he has to take the entire world into his shoulders. “We should go and see Lina tomorrow. She might be able to help.”

Annie frowns slightly and pulls back. "Lina Astor?" She asks curiously. "Oh- I had completely forgotten." She admits, huffing slightly. "She is a very accomplished witch. And when we go home, mother will be a boon to you."

“Thank you.” Putting aside completely the fact that it was most likely Annie herself who spellbound you as a child, you high her tightly in thanks now. Without her here, who knows if you ever would have figured out what had happened or been able to break the enchantment at all. It might have been a lost cause without her incantation.

“You are most welcomed.” She hum, pulling back and biting her lip. “For now…perhaps you should have your soulmate hypnotize you.” She suggest. “To relax you.”

“I’ve…we’ve never…” you glance at Max curiously. “Does that work?”

Max winces, but nods. “The powers I have…I could make you do anything.”

“Then maybe a relaxing night’s sleep is the thing after all.” Hugging Annie tightly once more, you sit back and realize how truly exhausted you feel in the moment and huff a laugh at yourself. “Though I may not need you to do anything more than tuck me in, love.”

"If she's not needing it, I would rather not hypnotize her." Max admits. "It takes away her free will and I don't want to do that."

“Your love is very clear.” Annie nods in understanding, though her own mind is racing and she very much doubts her sleep with be restful. But her exhaustion is different from yours.

"Thank you for your help." Max takes her hands and kisses the back of them profusely. "Thank you." He repeats. "I'll escort you back to your room as soon as I get Dolly settled." He promises.

“I know my way.” She assures him, not wanting you to have to be left alone even for a few minutes. Not after what you’ve just undergone. “I’m glad you’re well, Dolly. That we could figure out what was wrong.”

Max sends her a grateful look and closes the door behind her after she slips out. He hadn't want to leave you, couldn't stand the thought, and now he doesn't have to. "Dolly..." He murmurs quietly, turning back and looking at you with nothing but pure relief.

“I’m sorry.” The words are out of your mouth immediately, and you practically throw yourself at him again to hug the proverbial breath out of him. “I know you wouldn’t have hurt me. And I know I’ve said that you could have a drink if you wanted. It just took me off guard and I panicked.”

"No." He shakes his head and holds you tight. "You have nothing to be sorry for." His hand moves up and down your back. "Not one goddamn thing. This is on me." He tells you. "My mistake that you nearly paid for."

“It’s done now.” That’s the important part, after all. That it’s over and that you’re both safe, and you can have your arms around him now. “Are…are you okay? I know I scared you, but…I scared me, too.”

"I think my heart stopped." Max jokes dryly.

“Har Har.” You intone, rolling your eyes at him to continue diffusing the tension left in the room. “Thank the gods Mom was here.”

"Yeah...thank God." He murmurs quietly, deciding to let the fact that your mother was the one who most likely put the spell on you lie. "Let's get you to bed, Queenie, you look like you are about to pass out."

“I’m exhausted.” In fact you’re nodding without evening meaning to, and halfway to sitting in the mattress already.

"You should be." Max whispers as he quickly lays you down and climbs into the bed beside you and pulls you close. "You did something amazing. Something I would never believe if I didn't see it for myself."

“I don’t even believe it.” You mumble, letting Max pull you in close and wrap you up tight in the safety of his arms. “I thought spellbinding was a myth. A magical boogeyman than witches threaten their kids with. I didn’t know it was real.”

"Surprise." He huffs sarcastically, shaking his head and slowly starting to rub your back.

"Will you rest tonight?" The last thing you want is for him to sit up worrying, but you know you're on the verge of crashing and won't be able to stop him one way or another. What matters to you more than anything is that he tries to rest.

"I'll try, sweetheart." He promises, unable to guarantee anything right now. Nothing expect he needs to hold you. "You just sleep." He whispers. "I'll be right here, watching over you and making sure nothing happens to you."

"I love you." And having that love for one of the things that goes bump in the night means you sleep a little more deeply in his arms. In the waking hours, you'll have to seek out more help in harnessing your magic. Tonight? Max's arms are all you need.

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7:12 PM ft. Isagi Yoichi

wc: 500

warnings/content: just making out w isagi, pretty suggestive but still sfw

a/n: yeah i finally caved and wrote this in literally 5 minutes because I am quite literally obsessed with Isagi😵‍💫

When Isagi gets home from practice, he’s exhausted. As if the physicality of his job isn’t enough, he’s also mentally tried everyday from playing mediator to the chaotic bunch of Blue Lock. So everyday, when he comes home to you, he makes sure you know how grateful he is. That could mean coming home with a cake from the shop you like, cradling you from the back when you’re by the stove, or simply pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. 

Today, however, he needed more to blow off steam. 

He second the steps foot into the apartment, he whisks you away to the couch, where he sits with his back against the armrest and legs sprawled out across the length of the couch. He pulls you down to have your knees caging his thighs. You’ve seen this routine before, so you move to lay down on his chest to ask him how his day went, but Isagi has other ideas today. 

Before you get a word out, one hand winds around the back of your head to connect your lips in a hard kiss. Your mouth opens in exclamation and Isagi is quick to slip his tongue in. His lips are moving against yours in a desperation unlike the usual gentleness he handles you with. Your brain shuts down when he nips at your bottom lip, sucks your tongue into his mouth, and grinds his hips into yours. His hands keep your lips pressed to his, rendering you unable to come up for air. You can only paw weakly at his chest and crumple his shirt into the tight grip of your fist as he continues to take your breath away. 

When Isagi pulls away, a string of spit connecting your lips, you’re a drooling, panting mess. He allows you to slump down into his heaving chest to catch your breath. Isagi breathes out a deep laugh when you instinctively grind your hips to his in reaction to one of his hands snaking under your shirt and lightly up your spine. 

“What was that?” you ask your boyfriend, finally recovering enough to lift your head to meet his eyes. 

He smiles at you, looking like the gentle boyfriend you’ve always known. 

“Nothing,” he says, leaning forward again to press a peck onto your moist lips. He thinks he likes seeing you like this, panting helplessly against his frame and lips saturated with his saliva. “Just happy to see you.” 

“I can tell,” you respond when you feel him getting hard under you, cheeks feeling hot. 

“Sorry,” Isagi apologies sheepishly. “I’ll go take a shower.” 

But contrary to his words, his hands stay locked around your hips, preventing you from moving off. 

“Actually,” he starts, “why don’t you just come with me?” 

You gasp when he stands up in one fluid motion, taking you up with him, ankles locking around his thin waist. He takes advantage of that to slip his tongue into your mouth again, effectively cutting off any protest. 

You think you like this side of your boyfriend, just as much as he likes seeing this flustered, starry-eyed version of you.

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Oh, go to sleep, Little Skylark. Fly up past the stars

After breaking your heart, Buggy is cursed to be a kid again. The last thing you want to do is be involved with this.

Rating: PG-13ish. Warning: A crying kid. Reader is not nice to the kid in this chapter, gets fed up, but also owns up to it, so a heads up. Also an adult lying to a kid because what else do you do in a situation like this? This story and how the Reader deals with Kid Buggy is different than the other Kid Buggy story. A/N: Merry Christmas Eve!

Title comes from “Little Skylark (safe at home)” by S.J. Tucker.

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Chapter Four

It was going great until everything came crashing down around you because you couldn’t keep it together any longer.

It was late afternoon when Buggy asked about his captain again and you were not sure how much longer you could keep this up. You swore to yourself that if he started crying again you’d walk off the ship but when he tugged on the hem of your shirt to ask you about when he’d see Roger or Shanks again, his tone broke your heart. If something didn’t happen soon he was going to think he was abandoned by them and that was something you couldn’t deal with. 

“In a few days, remember?” You said to him. “We should get off the ship and stretch our legs, how does that sound?”

Buggy shrugged. It didn’t sound that great to him, but you didn’t wait before walking over to Mohji and Cabaji.

“We’re going for a walk.” You told them. “Mohji, you’re in charge until I come back.”

He nodded while Cabaji glanced over at Buggy. “Is that wise? He’s a kid, he can’t help you if something happens.”

“Nothing’s going to happen.” You told them. “We’re going to go find that witch and get him turned back.”

The two shared a look before looking back at you. Cabaji spoke first. “Cap-, er, I mean… yesterday two of the men heard rumors of a crew of pirates who snatch women and children to sell, so… we don’t think either of you should go out right now.”

You frowned and looked back at Buggy. He was standing at the ramp down to the docks, waiting impatiently for you with his arms crossed and his foot tapping on the wooden boards. It was just a rumor, right? That sort of thing wouldn’t happen to you, would it? Still, it might not be worth the risk. With a sigh, you shook your head and looked at them.

“Well, we gotta do something. He's expecting his Captain to come in a few days.” You told them. “Gotta figure out more excuses the longer this goes on.”

“You think that’s okay to do?” Mohji asked as he looked over at the kid. “Shouldn’t we tell him the truth?”

You were getting frustrated by this conversation already. You didn’t want to be on this ship any longer than you had to be and both of them knew that. This wasn’t something you had asked to do, they asked you for help and you were giving it. If they didn’t like it then the two of them could take over.

“You can but I am done with his crying. If he starts up again you get to deal with it.” You hissed. “You brought me here to help, Mohji, and this is my plan. This can’t last forever, so we just have to carry on until it passes.”

“What if it lasts forever?” Cabaji asked as he looked over at the kid. Buggy was growing impatient and stomped over to the three of you. “Will you stay?”

“Then dump him somewhere. I’m not staying longer than I have to.” You snapped, your answer startling the two of them. It sounded so cruel coming from you. “I don’t care because I’m at my wits end here.” You took a deep breath and turned to look at Buggy; thankfully he didn’t seem to hear the conversation. He just glared at the three of you.

“Are you done talking to your boyfriend? Can we go now?” He asked. You managed not to swat him for that. Both Mohji and Cabaji pointed at each other, looking confused.

“I told you I don’t have a boyfriend.” You hissed. “Say that again and I’ll feed you to a Sea King, got it?”

“Whatever.” He rolled his eyes. “Can we go? You said we could get off the ship.”

Cabaji and Mohji both shook their heads. Maybe you should listen to them. If something happened you may not be able to help both yourself and Buggy. With a sigh you shook your head.

“We can’t right now. These two informed me there’s some stuff that needs to get done so we will have to wait.” You lied. Buggy frowned and looked at them.

“Fine, can I help you with it?” He asked as he looked back at you.

No, no, you needed a break from him. You didn’t want the kid around you at that point. You were feeling overwhelmed by his attitude, his demands for his captain, and even the sight of him was starting to get to you. If Buggy as an adult hadn’t dumped you just a week ago, maybe you’d be a little more sympathetic to this, but right then you needed a break from him before you said something you’d regret.

“I have to do it alone.” You told him as you looked away. “You’ll stay with these two.”

“What?!” He exclaimed, catching you off guard. You figured he would want to be away from you for a bit. “Why can’t I stay with you? It’s not fair!!”

The dam finally broke and you glared down at him. He took a small step back from you.

“Why do you want to?!” You snapped. “Are you this clingy with your own captain, Buggy?! I need a damn break from you!” You took a deep breath and muttered, “How does he even put up with this?”

All three of them looked at you in surprise; Mohji and Cabaji had never heard you speak like this before to anyone, and Buggy, well, he was a kid. He didn’t know what you had been going through, or understand what you meant by being clingy. He just… felt safe with you while he was in a new and scary place. If Captain Roger trusted you, then he should as well, but if you didn’t want him around…

Part of you regretted what you just said, and you couldn’t even believe you said it yourself. The other part of you didn’t. The part that was emotionally drained, the part that was angry at the adult Buggy for hurting you, for doing something stupid like getting cursed and getting you pulled back into this chaos. It was the same part of you that was angry at the two idiots staring at you right then, shocked by the words you just spat out at a child. 

It was hard to look at the kid and not feel angry when you thought of the adult he was a few days before.

“Captain-” Mohji started to say but Cabaji cut him off.

“That was mean.”

You didn’t care and walked away from the three of them, leaving the kid in their care.

~

Cabaji and Buggy found you in the kitchen an hour later. You were scrubbing pots and pants, making sure they would be spotless for whoever the next cook would be. You could just be petty and leave them to rust, but that wouldn’t be fair to the new cook, whoever it was. Right now it was you once more, which you weren’t thrilled about.

It also allowed you to take your frustrations out without actually hurting anyone or yourself. You managed to get a stubborn scorch mark off the bottom of one of the pots. The hot water was uncomfortable at first, but you managed to ignore it as you let yourself cry over the sink. You cried because you were grieving for your relationship. You cried because you felt bad for what you said to the kid earlier. And you cried because you didn’t want to be here. You wanted nothing to do with any of them any longer. 

“Er, Captain?” Cabaji asked. You dropped a ladle in the sink and looked over at them. Both looked surprised to see your tear stained face. “You okay?”

You cleared your throat and rinsed your hands of soap before using your apron to dry them and your face. “Yea, yea. I’m fine.” You sniffed a bit. “Cutting onions, that’s all.”

“What onions?” Buggy whispered to Cabaji, though you were able to hear him. He just shrugged.

“Okay, well, we wanted to check on you.” Cabaji said. “Buggy was worried about you.”

You frowned and looked down at the kid. He was worried? Why? That didn’t sound right to you at all, especially how you spoke to him earlier. 

“‘m sorry if I'm clingy.” The kid said as he glanced up at Cabaji with a frown, making sure it was the right word. “I didn't mean to upset you.”

It was a kid saying this to you, not your ex. There was no reason to take your emotions out on a nine year old. You couldn't be upset with him as a kid since he didn't understand what was going on. He should not be apologizing for how you were feeling toward his adult self. 

You felt awful. With a sigh, knelt down in front of him. “Buggy, you don’t need to apologize to me. I’m sorry for how I spoke to you earlier.”

The kid crossed his arms and nodded, looking down at his feet. He seemed to be getting upset which you didn’t want to see. You hesitated but held your arms out to him and he moved closer to you, wrapping his arms around your neck as he let you hug him. You sighed and hugged him, trying to fight the urge to start crying again. 

“I’m sorry this isn’t where you want to be, Buggy.” You told him as he lifted his head to look at you, tears streaming down his little face. “And I’m sorry for getting upset at you. I can’t promise it won’t happen again but I’ll hold myself accountable.”

Cabaji gave you a thumbs up but you just gave him the middle finger. You didn’t need an audience for this.

~

To both of your disappointments, you didn’t make it off the ship that day. Between your meltdown and just everything else that needed to happen to keep the ship running while at the port, there was too much to do. Buggy was glued to your side the entire time and you were mostly okay with it. He didn’t need hand holding or anything but he followed beside you as you helped with inventory, made sure there were no immediate fixes for the ship, and that everything else would run smoothly once Buggy was back to normal. 

If you wanted to be petty you would have said fuck it and let him return to chaos, but you didn’t want to look like too much of an asshole in front of the kid so you kept up appearances of being a captain, even if the captain cooked dinner. 

“Why don’t you have a cook?” Buggy asked as he watched you plate his food and place it in front of him. “Don’t most ships have cooks?”

“Yea, they do, we’re just a bit short staffed.” You told him as you fixed your own plate. “Hopefully we’ll have one soon.” You sat down. “My cooking is okay, right? It doesn’t taste weird?”

“What?” He looked confused by the question as he started to eat, replying with a mouthful of food. “No, it’s great! I love it!”

You stared at him for a moment before taking a bite of the food. Why were you looking for validation from a child? No, the food was fine and it was probably no different than what he would have eaten on the Oro Jackson. 

“You should cook for my captain. Bet he’d love it.” He said with a grin. 

“Yea? Ask if he’s hiring.” You chuckled as you ate. Buggy looked at you funny. “It’s a joke, I’m not looking for a new job.”

“That doesn’t seem like a funny joke.” Buggy muttered as he ate. 

“It’s… well, no, you’re right, not funny.” You said. “But don’t worry. In a few days we’ll see your captain and your friend Shanks and everything will be back to normal.”

“Yea! I miss’em.” He said. “I mean, it’s not so bad here, but it’s not home. I want to be home.”

“I know you do, Buggy.” You smiled slightly, hoping you didn’t sound too sad about it. You didn’t know what to expect in the coming days but you didn’t plan to be around for it. You were giving yourself a few days before you left. The crew could handle him. You didn’t want to stick around if this was somehow permanent. Why should you have to take this on? Mohji was honest when he agreed with you that he only got you because you were a woman, you could handle a kid. It was stupid, you thought, because you had no idea how to handle kids. You were making it up as you went along with this emotional little kid. 

Just a few more days then you would leave for good.

#buggy the clown #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader #buggy x you #buggy the clown x you #opla buggy the clown #opla buggy the clown x reader #opla buggy x reader #opla buggy the clown x you #opla buggy x you #buggy the clown x oc #buggy x oc #opla buggy the clown x oc #opla buggy x oc

[minki-moo]

♡‧₊˚ 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙥𝙩. 2 ♡‧₊˚

pairing ♡ mingi x f!reader rating ♡ e for explicit tags ♡ office au, boyfriend!mingi, long distance, petnames (mingi calls reader baby, pookie, slut), smut, phone sex, toys, f!masturbation, m!masturbation w/c ♡ 1.9 k pt. 1

a/n ♡ here's part 2! this is loosly based off of that one mingi post (the one with the suit iykyk ;) )

mingi, wearing a gorgeous pant suit, pins you against a wall. staring at you, he says nothing as he leans in closer, kissing you ever so gently. you kiss him back, slowly adding more pressure against mingi’s lips as you feel his hands slowly move towards your chest. a silent moan escapes your lips as he takes your clothed nipples in between his fingers, pinching them ever so slightly. 

the kiss started to get more heated as mingi parts his lips and licks your bottom lip, asking for entry. you comply, letting his tongue explore your mouth in ways that make you weak in the knees. in an attempt to keep yourself upright, you put your left arm around his neck. with your other hand, you reach down in between mingi’s legs, trying to find his growing bulge.

a sudden vibration jolts you out of your sleep. you grab your phone and look at the time. 6:20 am, a few minutes before your alarm is set to go off. deciding to get up early, you roll out of bed and wash up for the day ahead.turning on the shower, you sink down to your knees, pulling your hair in embarrassment as you recollect the mess of a dream you had the night before. making sure the water is as cold as you can handle, you stand under it for a few minutes, trying to calm down the ache in between your legs.

after drying your hair and getting dressed for the long day ahead, you check your texts.

minki <3: gm pookie <3

minki <3: hows my lil ray of sunshine?

minki <3: i miss uuuuuuu

minki <3: pls dont ignore meeeeee </3

minki <3: im sowwy for falling asleep last night

you feel your heart skip a beat when he mentions last night, but you regain your composure quickly as you answer.

you: gm mingi! 

you: im getting ready for work now

you: i miss u too &lt;3

after sending the last message, you pack up your things and head out the door, your head still full of thoughts that can only be described as scandalous.

it’s friday, meaning there's a slight buzz in your workplace. everyone is ready to leave, either to head home and sleep through the weekend, or to party like there is no tomorrow. 

but for you it means something even more special: your first video call with mingi.

when he first left, mingi promised that he would free up his fridays and weekends for video calls, since 5 minute calls every day just wouldn’t cut it for the new couple. so, just until you two could be together again, a video call would have to do. 

time seemed to move so slowly as you worked aimlessly, your foot tapping in anticipation for what was to come.then finally, 5 pm hit, and you could not have left any faster than you did. 

on the way home, you pass a store that has always intrigued you, and after slight hesitation, you walk in, overwhelmed by the products, but sure of what you were looking for.

after a long shower, you put on a long sweater and shorts, wanting to be comfy for your impending call with mingi. he was supposed to call you at 8 pm your time, and it was 7:30, so you had some time to open your latest purchase: a 5” long purple vibrator and some lube

your boyfriend was miles away and at this point, your other methods weren’t cutting it anymore.

you needed more.

after opening the packaging and reading the instructions, you put in the batteries, and lean on the headboard of your bed, shorts now pulled down to your ankles. you start by touching yourself slowly, thinking about all the thoughts that have been plaguing your mind the past few days. you remember the soft moans coming from the phone, the ones that made you so, so needy beyond comprehension. 

slowly building up your arousal, you stop touching yourself to open the bottle of lube and pour some on the vibrator. spreading a good amount over its length, you put the vibrator in between your legs, and turn on its lowest setting. you jolt a little, a small moan escaping your lips as the new sensation rocks your body.

the more time you spend using the device, the more you increase the settings, and the more pleasure you feel. how were you so ignorant to this pleasure before? your moans get louder and more frequent as you feel yourself getting closer to your climax. twisting your body, overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure, your body longing for release. you start to crave something more. you needed mingi. you needed him to touch you, to call you pretty, to make you feel good. you needed him to use you, and make him yours. all this fantasising tips you over the edge, as you call out mingi’s name over and over again as your orgasm crashes over you like a wave.

reality sets in as you realise what just happened. cumming to the thought of your boyfriend was not something you expected to do.

and in almost comedic timing, mingi decides to call you.

still experiencing the after shock of the most intense climax you’ve ever had. you scramble to clean yourself up, pulling your shorts back up and wiping up the sweat that had gathered on your face.

taking a deep breath, you answer the phone, feeling your heart tighten as the smiling face of your boyfriend pops up on your screen.

“why did you take so long to answer?’, he exclaims, sounding slightly disappointed but still sporting his signature smile.

he’s sitting in an armchair, his white shirt unbuttoned on top, revealing a tasteful amount of skin. the rolled up sleeves have his veiny arms on full display.

god, your boyfriend is so sexy 

moving your damp hair away from your face, you smile.

“i was just busy. i didn't expect you to call so early”.

mingi squints his eyes. “you were busy? doing what? you look really sweaty and i know you don't work out”.

you give him a look of mock offence. 

“i-i can work out, you know”.

“mmhmm”. he gives you a sceptical look. “of course you can. but seriously, what were you doing?”

“nothing. seriously. it's not important”.

mingi still wasn't buying it. he knows you tell him every little thing, even if it seemed small and insignificant; you loved talking and he loved listening.

“what, is it so embarrassing that you can't tell me”, he asks, smirking a bit.

your face starts to heat up, still thinking about the orgasm you had earlier thinking about him.

“n-no!”

“oh really? then why do you seem so flustered?”.

“i’m not!”.

his coy smile starts to annoy you. god, why does he know you so well?

“aww, come on, it's not like you were, i don't know, touching yourself or anything”.

the silence after his statement is almost deafening.

mingi’s eyes narrow. “you weren't touching yourself, right?”.

even more silence. you don't dare to speak as your embarrassment takes away your ability to defend yourself.

“show me”.

your head shoots up, looking at your phone screen in shock.

“w-what do you mean ‘show you’?”.

mingi leans back, crossing his arms and smirks at you.

“i want to see you make yourself cum”.

those words alone were enough to make you shudder in arousal. this new side to mingi was a welcome yet surprising development. you loved the way he looked at you, as if your neediness amused him.

“well, are you going to show me, baby?”

once again, his words made you shudder as you nod your head slowly.

“i can't hear you. use your words, doll. can you touch yourself for me?”

if you weren't ready to die of embarrassment before, you are now. you manage to take a deep breath and mutter a small “yes”, which seems to satisfy mingi.

“go ahead, baby, i'm watching”.

slowly removing your shorts, you realise you had forgotten to put your panties back on. mingi also seemed to notice this, as he let out a long whistle.

“fuck, that’s so hot.”

you sudder again, not from his words but from the air that hits you in between your legs, the wetness from your earlier “fun” still very much present. mingi’s eyes glistened, and an expression you've never seen on his face came to light.

hunger.

your sweet, gentlemanly, goofy mingi had become someone you had never seen before. some who, if he could at that moment, would take you and make you his in an instant.

the thought of him rushing home, striping you and fucking you sensless makes you even more aroused than you were before.

taking a deep breath, you start touching yourself, slowly caressing yourself the way you were before. your poor clit still throbbing from earlier was extra sensitive, making you whimper.

looking up at your phone, you see mingi staring at you with his hungry gaze, palming his growing bulge. seeing him so turned on by you makes you shudder, as you slowly get closer to release.

“m-mingi, i-”

“are you close baby?”.

you quickly nod, as your fingers move faster on your swollen clit.

“such a good girl. making yourself cum for me. my cute slut”.

another shiver wracks your body at the nickname. you didn't know why such dirty words affected you the way they did, but at that moment you didn't care. all you cared about was cumming for mingi, making him watch what a few words from him could do to you.

“baby? can you do something for me?”, mingi asks as he continues to rub his cock, now free from his pants but still clothed in his underwear 

“nng, y-yes?”.

“can you finger yourself for me?”.

you pause, your mind still foggy from chasing your orgasm. did he just ask you to finger yourself? you, who could barely buy a vibrator?

at this moment, however, you didn't care. you wanted to listen to mingi. you wanted to obey him, to cum for him. so, cautiously pushing one finger inside your needy pussy, you slowly start to move it in and out, feeling nothing at first. 

you hear a groan come from mingi, as he stares at you pleasuring yourself. keeping his eyes on you, he pulled his now fully hard cock out of his underwear. 

oh, he's big.

you watch as he starts slowly stroking his cock, using his thumb to catch the precum that had started gathering. if you could get more aroused, you definitely did. you made mingi like this. you turned him on to the point where he had to relieve himself, in front of you no less.

watching this scene unfold in front of you, you quickly pick up the pace, fucking yourself with your finger while using your other hand to play with your clit. your moans became more laboured as you grew close to your orgasm again.

“m-mingi i-i’m gonna-”.

“cum for me”, he pants, stroking faster as he chases his release. “cum for me princess, please”.

those words were enough to tip you over the edge, cumming all over your fingers as you scream his name. after coming down from your high, you look at mingi, his flushed face and panting making you feel slight horny again. seeing your boyfriend like this made you feel so satisfied.

without thinking, you say in a small voice, “i miss you.”

mingi looks at you and gives you a small smile.

“i miss you too, beautiful”.

#ateez #ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #mingi #mingi x reader #mingi smut #ateez mingi

[maryannecrimsworth]

I'm already in Nether

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10

Guide for tormented hearts

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Selective mute reader

Warnings: mention of past trauma; Alp's powers; angst and disturbing poems; animal dead body

Summary: You're an Alp, the night elf of nightmares — you attacked Wednesday, and before running back home, you left a book at her door. A book about you it, the Alp. And Wednesday found a message from you between the pages.

Some reader's characteristics: R has anxiety disorder, selective mutism, and is a really unique type of outcast. Reader's background it's derived from my Wednesday fic, The Hunt.

More details of Hank background and his partnership with Wednesday here.

You're already in hell.

That's what it feels like, waking up in a skin that isn't yours, seeing through eyes that don't belong to you, living memories you haven't created — it all comes to you when you wake up, and this time wasn't different. 

After sprinting away from Wednesday's bedroom, your whole body ached as your mind burned. The flashes of what you saw rotted within your brain and your chest tightened with a feeling which was not yours. It was Wednesday's. 

The disgust of her boyfriend's lips, the anger and wrath within her mind — everything the Alp could use of her unconsciousness to torture her conscious self — and you felt the Alp's pleasure for it. Its laughter and happiness before the Addams opened her eyes. It did not please you — the feeling twisted your stomach everytime — but its feeling was there. It was there, inside you, somehow, and anguish crawled over your skin as you walked back home. 

Hank begged you not to do it, but you did: you left the book in the hallway and walked home on foot. 

The soles of your feet bruised from the repeated contact with the concrete, and your body shivered from the cold wind, but you felt nothing.

You didn't feel your own fingernails scratching your skin or the sweat dripping from your forehead, despite the cold weather.  

You felt nothing but disgust for yourself. 

X

"I need to talk to you." Hank broke into Wednesday’s room without knocking. He knew she would be there alone: saving herself from the teenagers' links and boring classes of the day. "I have been told that—"

"I'm already going to meet your brother." Wednesday told him, barely moving from her desk. "There's no need for negotiation."

"What?" Hank almost shouted. "Look, if you need a trade to meet my brother, you better stay away from him." Hank's eyes flashed with a blue light for a moment. "No, I came here to warn you. I have bad news."

"Spill it."

"Vincent Thorpe has been released from jail." Wednesday finally turned to him. "Considered innocent by the court."

"Not possible, we handed conclusive evidence to the police." Wednesday retorted. 

"All circumstantial. With Thornhill and the sheriff's wife gone, there is no relevant victim. Only Tyler could have testified but…" 

"He didn't." Wednesday muttered. "What about the Peterson's death?"

"The police told the media he was a hero and swept the whole investigation under the rug.."

"I know what I saw."

"I know you did.' Hank sighed. "But Vincent knows what we’ve done and I bet he hates us even more."

"He’s harmless now." Wednesday walked over her desk, her eyes falling down once again to the journal opened on the table. "His reputation has been completely destroyed."

"Which means he has nothing left to lose." Hank gritted his teeth and walked back to the door. "Be careful."

He was about to close it and leave when Wednesday's cold voice reached him one last time. 

"Where is Y/N?" She asked. 

"Home.” And Hank closed the door. 

Wednesday waited for the sound of his footsteps to go further down the hallway, returning to her reading once she was sure the advisor had left Ophelia Hall. 

The words echoed inside her mind as she read the poem again: the same handwriting that quoted Ovid yesterday showed itself with more complex, more hasty words in the folded paper in the middle of the mythology book. It was Y/N’s, Wednesday knew, but the words made no sense: the rhymes and dialogues held a meaning that the Addams’ didn’t quite understand. 

She read it again: 

Its fingers tickers my skull

Its fangs, its eyes, its teeth — my ghoul

"Obey and bow" It screams

"I'm you whole, the bane of your soul"

Which soul? I'm lone and torn

A scarred husk, outer and sore

My mind is it

The images flashing from its

devilish trickery remains within, filling

I'm haunted for its urge against the living

I see through its eyes, tripping

our minds linked together 

I can't escape it forever

I know: we belong together I have no blether

I'm already in Nether

“Nether” in mythology, represents hell, the place evil spirits go to burn for eternity; in reality, it’s a place lower than the superface, below the ground, where the dead are buried — either way, it represents the end, a miserable and hideous outcome, the path no sane person wants to tread, and you claimed you were already in it, in hell. 

Was it all because of the Alp? Does your “ghoul” talk to you? Did you choose to invade her mind? Why was your poem between the pages of the description of your deepest secret?

Wednesday stood up and stormed out her room, your book in her hands as she headed to Jericho, to your house, to you.

Wednesday managed to capture the keys to Hank's motorcycle in minutes: as she made her way through the crowded halls of the school, attracting eyes again by the absence of the black uniform around her body, Thing invaded and fled from your brother's office silently. 

Thing handed the key to his cousin and jumped on the back of the moto, but Wednesday pushed him away with a gesture. She started the engine and left Thing behind, driving quickly to the small house on the verge of Nevermore territory. 

During the nights of the full moon, when your brother went into the woods to train with the werewolves, it was possible to hear the howls and grunts of the packs. Locked inside your glass cell, you would stay up all night with books around you until Hank returned. 

This night, even though it was not a full moon, wasn’t different: as soon as you returned home, when the sun was already rising, you locked all the entrances and exits of your dwelling and then locked yourself in your bedroom. You weren't going to leave the place until Hank was there, no matter what: no matter what was going to happen at school the next day, or what Wednesday was going to think about you.

Now, all you could worry about was the images and whispers stuck in your head — "I love you, cara mia." the deep voice repeated itself, making you want to vomit. Then, you saw Enid, Eugene and Hank, chained to the ground, utterly motionless a few moments before the kiss. 

You knew the reason behind the kiss: you could hear the Alp giggling when it happened, you knew how much it hurted Wednesday. Being kissed again by the boy who fooled her — the one who almost defeated her — who became involved with her by a mere revenge plan, you saw the scars in her unconscious almost as clearly as the Alp did. 

You got inside her mind and saw everything — just like the Alp did. You could not stop it nor hold the memories back — the nightmares your own ghoul created used to come back in the mornings to haunt you, their images and sounds echoing within your mind as if the awful dream were your own. 

The only way to put all them out — the feeling of Tyler’s lips, the sounds of the rattling chains, the Alp’s laughter — is to write. That’s why you grabbed your journal from your cell’s floor — it was your seventh notebook so far — and started to write the whole nightmare down: its taste, its sounds, its smell, its pain. 

You were finishing the third page when a sequence of low thuds came from behind you. 

“Hank, you got it all wrong.” Your voice startled her at first. Looking at your back, Wednesday watched you sitting in front of her, she was standing in the doorway while you sat on the floor, left arm and head so bent that your spine was curved like a shell. The papers were spread in a spiral pattern around you, following almost the same extraordinary and painful curve as your posture. You looked natural, sitting in the middle of the room, with a glass cage near you and shelves full of books and notebooks all over the walls. You didn't even have a bed, only a desk and a chair next to your cell. “Mama did not come back for us” You went on, and Wednesday had to focus on the movement of your jaw and neck to believe that this was your voice: your tone was so hoarse, so low, so sharp — it did not fit you. “And I know why. I figured the—” Your voice stopped the moment your eyes rose minimally, only enough to glimpse that the shoes near your face did not belong to Hank. 

You stood up abruptly and your foot slipped on a paper, your body stooping and almost falling while your eyes were locked on Wednesday’s. 

The pencil fell from your hand before the words you were writing — the words about her — were lost again among your thoughts.

“I've come to return your book.” She stepped forward. “And your poem.”

Half of you wanted to run away, and your other half wanted to step closer, but you stood still, froze. 

“Were you in control all along?” You shook your head vehemently, soon grabbing your pencil and a paper from the ground. 

I can only watch, you wrote, handing the note to Wednesday and moving away immediately. You paced fastly over your room, jumping over the spread papers and skillfully grabbing a notebook from a high shelf. You’re already back in front of her by the time she read your note and poem one more time.

“The Alp communicates with you.” She whispered as you replaced the papers on her hands with your notebook. “You can see the nightmares it creates.”

Like a hellish haunting.

You signed to Wednesday to open the notebook but her eyes remained on something above your left hand. 

“Hank hasn’t healed you.” She stated, as if to force you to acknowledge the sling that was on your own shoulder. “Why?”

You swallowed dryly, not moving a finger nor eyebrow to reply to her.

"If you were not in control, if you can only observe, why didn't you deny it? Why didn't you defend yourself last night?" She stepped forward again, too close for you to look away from her now. “If you are not guilty, why have you not been healed?”

You took the notebook back and headed for your desk, her voice growing at your back “I could have killed you.” You used the table as a support to open the notebook and flip to the pages you wanted. “I nearly did.” Wednesday’s eyes glanced at your sling one last time before you held out the notebook for her. 

She read your writing: 

Her fingers under my skin

as she pulls off my clothes

her grip surrounding my nape,

as the cold steel brushes my wrists

"Make Mama Happy"

she whispers in my ear

"You're mine, my Hyde"

So I make stride: I go after her, for my life

lying and kissing for one more day untied

the warm skin squirming around my nails, my claws

the hot blood splits in my face and I brawl

I laugh and I cry

I scream and I thrive

Which one took over me this time?

“Is this—” Wednesday raised her eyes to you just in time to see you shaking your head and running off again. “Have you been in Tyler’s head as well?” She followed you around the room while you tried to reach another high shelf. They were not high for Hank, of course, but your entire spine snapped as you reached out to grab another notebook. You cursed beneath your breath before holding the book out to the Addams. This time, she flipped through the pages without your help.

“You write all the nightmares.” She stated, her eyes running over the words on your notebook. “You remember everything.” You nodded slowly. “That’s your living hell.”

And that’s yours. You delivered her another note, a separated paper with confusing sketches and letters. 

But Wednesday stopped reading as soon as she understood what it was about. It was about her.

“You should—” You rushed after a piece of paper before she could finish. “I wrote something.” Her whisper was enough to stop your writing and make you look at her. 

“I…”  Wednesday walked over to you, the paper squeezed between her fingers now being held out for you. “Here.”

You froze again: your eyes noticed the hesitation on Wednesday's face and you turned away. You had already seen into her mind, and in return you showed her part of yours: you needed to show her that it wasn’t your choice. 

It was never your intention to demand any kind of personal or private information from her — not when she was the only person in Nevermore who had tolerated your silence. 

Still, she kept holding the paper until the doubt left her features and you gathered the strength to read it. 

“The word is weightless on my lips, it holds no meaning or purpose, it's simply a useless prototype of feeling, which insists to ascend to my chest. Yet, it lingers in my head, its taste remains in my throat, makes twits in my guts. Neither madness nor death seems like this — it is their most acute opposite.

My path, however, is solitary, a doom for all who dare to seek closeness.

Death awaits at the end of my road.”

You smiled as soon as you finished reading her writing, and wrote your reply right below her text. Wednesday frowned as you handed the paper back to her: “God himself helps those who dares.”

Your laughter increased as a surprised expression came over her face — the curling of her lips and widening of her eyes was minimal, but you had grown accustomed to paying attention to the Addams' every feature.

She had walked over to the desk to write a reply when a sound came from outside the room.

You frowned as Wednesday lifted her head toward the doorway. You put your forefinger in front of your lips and gestured to her, then followed the sound's origin with her by your side.

It didn't take long for you to cross the hallway and reach the living room. Your eyes were drawn to the light streaming through the curtain, which was now swinging out of the broken window. 

Under the shattered glass, a corpse was bleeding on the carpet: a dead dog, its belly open, spilling its guts all over the floor.

Your hands went up to your nose and you held your breath as Wednesday examined the animal.

You knew that smell.

It reminded you of home.

@cursedchar (this whole Hyde poem thing it's your fault) @i984 (thank you for the help!) @4pparecium @toournextadventure @tnnadia @colezb @elduster @efectoangel @sweetaimu @tundra1029 @rainbowsixreader

#wednesday x you #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams #wednesday fanfic #original character #tyler galpin #the hyde #wednesday addams x male reader #wednesday addams x gn reader #german folklore

[to-the-stars8]

Learning to Love Slowly

Parings; Jason Todd x Reader 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

13- Time and Love and Flowers

The vigilante didn’t know a lot of things, which was a fact he knew for sure and frequently conveyed the sentiment. Jason was fully aware of his downfalls, but, for some reason, not his greatest characteristics. 

He didn’t recognize how friendly and sweet he was with the people around him. It wasn’t odd to see Jason joking with the old lady waiting for the bus like they had known each other for years or buying the kids hanging around the corner store snacks just because he could. He was a lot more charismatic than he let on or even knew. 

You first noticed it at the beginning of your friendship. The way he talked to you was what gave it away. Conversations with Jason were easy. You could always count on his honest, sometimes humored, opinion. He hid nothing from you and only asked in return that you hid nothing from him. And you didn’t.

Then, there was the fact that he often took his time with things when the mask was off. Time, as you eventually figured out, was one of the things he loved to have with you. You figured that it was because vigilante life was fast and there weren’t many calm moments in-between. Or maybe it was his death that made him realize that was all he had in the end. 

When you two started to date, you quickly observed the way it seemed to sink into your love life with him. Often, Jason would stand on your fire escape with flowers that reminded him of you from patrol with sweet, awkward words about how much he enjoyed knowing you and your company. He would talk about how much he liked the way a certain book of his was going or talk about little things in his life. Without realizing it, the two of you had talked for hours. 

One evening, in the first week you two had started to date, you and Jason were sitting on your couch. He had just gotten done with patrol and you with a long, unexpected shift. It was quiet except for the low volume of the TV. 

The energy drink you had earlier hadn’t worn off yet, but it was getting close to burnout. Jason, on the other hand, was nowhere near tired. He had grown up used to long nights that required being fully awake, and that would not wear off until the sun was high in the sky. 

“I’ll be away for a while in the next few days,” Jason said suddenly. 

Your brain was still trying to stay awake, which nearly caused you to miss the statement, but you heard it you and looked at him. His eyes were on you, looking like they were searching for something on your face. 

“I’ll miss you,” You whispered, scooting closer. 

For a moment, surprise crossed Jason’s face before turning back to his cool, casual expression. As friends, his being gone was something that, at first, didn’t phase you, but, over the course of a year, you started missing him. You found yourself wondering what Jason would be doing, if he was thinking of you, and if he felt the loss of your company like you did his. 

Jason’s gaze finally broke from you, looking down at the hands in his lap. You hoped he would reach for your hand just so you could feel how warm you thought they were. He didn’t but looked back at you instead. “I won’t be long. I promise.”

“Will you miss me?”

“Yes,” Jason hoped you didn’t hear the desperation in his voice. Despite being less than a foot from you now, he already wished to be back in your company. “More than anything.”

You could have leaned over and kissed him, but remembered his desire to move slow. So, you would wait for him as you had started to like the slowness of your relationship. For the first time in a while, you felt like something real was happening between the two of you. 

“When you get back, let's go to that new museum exhibit.”

Jason smiled a little. “I’ll take you out to dinner, too.”

“You have to,” You said. “I want to hear all that’ll happened.”

“Guess I have no choice, huh?” Your boyfriend whispered. 

You smiled before turning back to the TV since there was nothing left to be said. Together the two of you sat in silence, happy that the honesty that, despite the distance, would you miss and wait for him. In turn, Jason, though would not admit it unprovoked, promised himself to always return to you.

#jason todd x you #jason fluff #robin jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd fanfiction #romance #red hood fanfiction #red hood x reader #red hood #jason todd

[jeonginshaelmoni]

Stray Kids X Sister Reader

Warnings : None I think? Maybe vomiting in Chan's.

MASTERLIST

Gonna use the names Hailey and Lewis. For Chan's siblings

CHAN :

You were ten whole year syounger than him, and when you were old enough to go to school, he was already off in JYP. And now, at 15, you and your two siblings were getting ready to go see him. As usual, you and your brother were arguing, while your sister just stood there, done with you two. The ride to Stray Kids dorms was not long, but your motion sickness acted up.

"I'm gonna puke." You announced, and your mother passed you a trash bag. No sooner had you opened it, than bile rose to your throat and you spilled into the bag. While your brother looked disgusted, being the loving sibling she was, your sister rubbed your back soothingly as you retched.

Soon enough, you arrived at the dorms, but you were asleep in your dad's strong arms. Chan opened the door, giggling at you. It was a typical sight. Even when he was a child, you'd been like that. Getting sick and falling asleep. He pretty much knew that you'd been sick in the car. Your family went in, the other members greeting your siblings while you lay on the sofa.

Lewis began to poke your cheek, making you whine and slaphis arm away. Hailey giggled and took a photo of you, to blackmail you with. She was about to post it on Instagram, when Lewis whispered in her ear.

"Draw a moustache on her face." She snorted and used a filter to apply a moustache, then put it on her story. Right when she posted, you opened your eyes blearily and reached for your sister.

"Hailey, carry me."

"You're 15, ya'know."

"So? Channie still carries me." You peered innocently at Chan, who made a face.

"You didn't give me a choice did you?" He snarked. "You threw a whole tantrum."

"Shut it."

MINHO :

You were younger by three years, and shared a birthday with him. So whenever your birthdays came around, yo u would always surprise him. But this time, instead of getting him a gift, you tied a ribbon around yourself and bought a cake. The walk to the dorms from your apartment was just 5 minutes away, and you thankfully didn't get any weird stares.

"Happy birthday Oppa." You shouted, barging into his room once Changbin let you in. "Guess what your present is?"

"You?" Minho asked in surprise, fighting back a laugh. "This is the worst idea you've come up with, by the way."

"Actually, it's great. More for me to blackmail you with." He said, quickly snapping a photo before you could react. "Great present."

CHANGBIN :

Changbin was a little bit hesitant to let the boys meet you, as you were too precious for them to break your innocence.

Not that you were innocent. He just thought you were.

You had a boyfriend, Jungwon from Enhyphen, and you'd done nothing more than make out, but to your brother, that was blasphemy.

"Oppa, I have a boyfriend." You said bravely, sitting in front of him. He'd finally allowed the boys to meet you, and immediately it was like having 7 more brothers.

"Oh heck no." Changbin said, shooting up. "Where is he? Imma kill that boy."

"Bin, calm down." Chan instructed. "Sorry, Y/N."

"I'm used to it." Y/N replied, smiling. "It's not like I didn't bite his ex girlfriend."

"You what?" Felix burd tout laughing, imagining the petite girl biting someone.

"It bled pretty badly, do I'd say it made an impression." Y/N said, looking proud at what she'd just revealed.

HYUNJIN :

You were Hyunjin's twin, and had the exact same features minus your hair was way longer. You also shared your dramatic genes. Once, he stepped on your foot and you ranted at him for two hours as to why you were so upset. You didn't talk to him for two weeks.

"Foods here!" You called, and Hyunjin immediately got up.

"Did you get samgyeopsal?"

"Of course I did." You said offendedly. "You think I'd forget the family favourite?"

Your parents just sighed and shook their heads, knowing you could bicker for hours, ignoring everything else.

"Whatever, let's eat." He scowled, pushing you. You glared and pushed him back, resulting in a mini WWE match in the living room.

"And Y/N emerges as the winner!" You cried victoriously, fist pumping.

JISUNG:

Okay, he was older, so what? You were wayyyy more mature than he was. You were 20 and him 22. But while he pretended that Hyunjin had killed him, you just snorted and brushed it off. You'd met your brothers friends, and boy were they loud. Sometimes you even had to reject his affection because the others...

The other should whine and complain that you always accepted Jisungs affection while yo u rejected them. So began the whole thing of Jisung being rejected.

"Not now." You said, slapping his arm away when it tried to go over ryour shoulders. "Oppa let go."

"My baby sis doesn't love me!" Jisung cried dramatically, falling to the floor.

"Big baby." You muttered dragging him off the floor. "Do it again and I'll tell mom about the broken vase at home."

"No!" Jisung said. "I'm sorry!"

The others just laughed at the hold Y/N held over Jisung.

FELIX :

Again Olive (Olivia) Riesa (Rachel)

Like on Chan's reaction, you were his youngest sibling. Now 17, you were doing your high school exams and stressing over everything.

"Relax, nothing bads going to happen." Felix said, patting your shoulder. "It's going to be fine."

"No, I'm this close to failing and Madam Xi said she'd fail me for the rest of the year if I falimed this test."

"I think you got it in the bag though." Fix said. "Olive did. And Riesa."

"Thanks." You said. "But I still have three days to do this. So please can I study."

"Fine."

SEUNGMIN :

Seungmin was the worst older brother you had. Ever. He was always nosily poking his face einto your stuff. He always ptevente dyou from meeting boys and if you did, he wod ground you. You couldn't argue as he was your guardian. Your parents both passed away when you were kids, and you loved with your cousin, Taehyung. Until last year, when Seungmin got your legal guardianship.

"Ready, punk?"

"I'm ready." You smirked, and you guys set off, venturing out into the ocean on your little sailboat. Seungmin had been given time off work and you were on school holiday, so you had decided to go on an adventure. "Just make sure we don't get lost."

"I mean, if we get lost-" Seungmin started, but a glare from you shut him up. "Nah, we won't."

"Good."

As the sun set, you and your brother made your way back to the shore and got everything out of the boat. Returning it, you realosed that you never really told your brother you loved him.

"Oppa."

"Hm?"

"I love you"

"I love you too."

JEONGIN :

"Yah! Yang Jeongin!"

"What?"

"Why is there a batman figurine in my drawer?"

"Uhh..." Oops, he got caught and now you were in a towering rage.

"Tell me now!"

"I snuck into your room."

"You went into my room! Moommmm Oppa went into my room!"

"Yah! Yang Jeongin!" His mother shouted. "Don't go into your sisters room!"

"Okay, fine!" Jeongin hoered back, smugly smriming at his younger sister, whoscoffed and locked her door.

#stray Kids X Reader #skz reactions #skz imagine #female reader #han jisung x reader #kim seungmin x reader #yang jeongin x reader #hwang Hyunjin x reader #lee minho x reader #bang chan x reader #seo changbin x reader #lee felix x reader

[christopher-bangnaldoskzz]

BIRTHDAY SEX -Jisung

Jisung x reader

Genre:SMUT SMUT with angst

Word count: 2.9k

Sum: Your boyfriends mother has decided to have a birthday dinner, you are nervous because this is the first time meeting your boyfriends family.....How could this possible end well.

Trigger warning: unprotected sex, foreplay, Breast play. And other forms of play and sex just sex as a warning lol if you are under 18 I suggest you scroll right on.

Next

"Happy birthday, baby," you say as you kiss your boyfriend to wake him up.

 "Mmmmmm, good morning, honey," he says, rolling over.

 "It's your birthday…. don't you want your present" you smirk.

 Jisung springs up onto his elbows "you bought me a present?" He was so confused because he told you not to buy him anything.

 You bought him a nice gold chain "oh honey, I love it so much," he leans in to kiss you.

 "JISUNG, HURRY UP. WE HAVE WORK," Minho shouts. You can hear him heading towards the door.

 "Jisung……… oh hi Y/N……. hurry dude, we must go…you think you can sleep in just because it's your birthday" he chucks Jisung a shirt.

 "Morning, Minho" you smile and wave.

 "Morning…. I want you outside in 5 "he closes the door.

 "You better get up, Ji", you say, kissing him.

 "Come visit me", he grins as he pulls away, flicking the bed sheets and hopping out of bed.

 "Remember we have dinner tonight…. your mum said to be there at 8" Jisung nods.

 "Come get me at 7, okay" he walks over and kisses you goodbye.

 "I love you," he says as he leaves the room.

 "Love you", you yell so he can hear you.

 ……..

 You wanted to look nice. You had only met Han's mother once before. Han didn't really open to his mum about your relationship. It was hard you wanted to impress her. The one time you met her, she was adorable, but the circumstances were rough. I mean, you were practically straddling her son on the couch.

 Y/N

"Ji, what should I wear."

 Han

"Nothing 😏"

 Y/N

"Ji serious here. I want to impress your mum."

 Han

"Okay…. Um, how about I give you my card you can buy something nice for both my mum and then later for me 😜 "

 Y/N

"You are actually not helping me."

 Han

"So you’re not coming then?"

 Y/N

"I'll see you at 7 😙"

 Han

"😭😭😭😭😭"

 ..,…..

 As you filter through the clothes in the store, this young store clerk comes up to you.

 "Can I maybe help you" she smiled you nodded.

 "Please, I'm struggling…. I'm meeting my boyfriend's mum tonight," you say shyly.

 "How much are you wanting to spend" she smiled. They had some stunning clothes here, so you decide to check your bank account.

 "$1000" you look stunned. Ji sent you $1000 to buy an outfit for tonight.

 "Sorry, can I have a minute" the girl moves to another customer.

 You call Jisung, "Hey baby, what's up" you could hear music playing in the background.

 "Han Jisung…… I'm so mad at you" you didn't want him to waste his money on you, especially when it was his birthday.

 "Why?" He sounded worried.

 "Why would you transfer me money?" He couldn't see it, but you stomped your foot down.

 "Because I love you" he was so sweet.

 "I have a job Ji……you don't have to pay for me" sure, it wasn't a well-paying job, but you still earn enough to get you by.

 "Shut up and go buy that dress you've wanted for months now…… I'm sick of seeing you sad every time we walk past the shop window," he noticed. You thought you were being discreet. You were happy just to admire the dress from afar.

 "Ji", you couldn't get the words out.

 "I know…. now please spend my money….if you need more, I'll send you some, okay…I love you with my whole heart. I must go text me, okay" he made kissy noises through the phone at you.

 "I love you" you hope he heard you as he hung up.

 You hang up, and the young girl walks back to you "everything okay, ma'am" she smiled. You couldn't help but grin. He was so kind and thoughtful.

 "Could I please try on the dress out the front"

“Good choice, of course” she walks over to the dress.

“I have shoes that will go so well with this dress if you would like”, she was excited.

“Omg, no way, yes, please” you are practically skipping over to the dressing rooms.

You put the dress on, and it was made just for you, you walk out to get the girl's opinion, and her mouth is wide open. “Omg, you look so beautiful. I might cry for real” she is doing a little happy dance. “Your boyfriend is so lucky”, she smiles, fixing the back a little.

“You think so” you can’t stop looking at yourself in the mirror.

“I know so” that was enough to sell you everything.

“I’ll take the dress and shoe, thanks” you walk back in and get changed into your jeans and shirt. You walk up to the register, “which comes to $450. You almost had a stroke but remembered what Ji said about getting whatever made you happy.

You tape your card “thank you so much for today” you grin as you walk out of the shop.

“Good luck with dinner,” she said, waving.

……..

You look at your phone, and it’s already 5:30. You’ve been shopping for hours you got some lovely earrings to go with the dress.

You plan to give back the money you didn’t spend, so Ji wasn’t too out of pocket. You decided to call him. You know it’s early, but you want to show him your dress.

“Baby… haven’t spoken to you in hours having fun” he sounded so happy.

“I want to show you what I got you busy” you knew the building was only 20 minutes from the mall.

“Omg yesssss….come visit. I want to see” the excitement in his voice was so cute.

“Okay, see you in 20.”

…….

You get to the building “wow, JYP Entertainment”, you say, looking up as you walk in. You could see so many people.

Y/N

“I’m here. What floor are you on.”

Han

“On floor 6…..108.”

You are in a lift, and the bell rings. The door opens, and he is, jisung with a massive smile. He yanks you out of the elevator.

“I missed you,” he said, grabbing your bags in one hand and locking your fingers with his.

He pulls you into his studio and closes the door. You can hear it lock.

“Why are we locking the door?” You say confused.

“Because”, he points to the couch you sit he takes a seat on his office chair.

“So you want to see my dress” he smiles and rolls his chair towards you.

“Yep,” he looks at the picture and snatches your phone. “Noooo, is this you” he laughs.

“Yeah, why is there something wrong” you didn’t like that he laughed. What was funny?

“You look so fucken hot…….I’m getting nervous” he was going red.

“Nervous. Why?” You tilt your head.

“Well, because…..wow”, he does a dry gulp.

You slowly push the phone down and look deeply into his eyes. He places the phone on his mixing table and pulls you onto his lap.

“Ooops,” he says as you giggle, wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him. His hands roam your back, lifting your T-shirt slightly.

“You haven’t seen my shoes or jewellery yet,” you say, breaking the kiss.

“Show me” he lets you go, and you wonder over your wear he placed your bag. And pick out your shoes and earrings. When you turn around, he is now sitting on the couch.

“Tada,” you say as you lift them to show him.

“I like those shoe’s baby” it’s such a turn on when he’s interested in the stuff you like.

“Oh, baby……I forgot it wasn’t that much, so I’ll give you back the rest of the money” you go over to grab it so you can transfer it back to him.

He grabs you and pulls you towards him. “I want you to keep it”, he smiled. he grabbed the back of your thighs as he came back to sit on the couch.

“But it’s your money” he starts to move his hands up and down your thighs.

“No, it’s our money” he starts to kiss your clothed stomach. He squeezes and pulls you closer to his body. He pulls away and looks up, pulling you onto his lap. You straddle him on the couch.

“Ji, should we be doing this here,” you say as he brushes your hair out of your face.

“It’s soundproof, so why not” he gives you a cheeky grin.

Your fingers brush down his face as you lean in to kiss him. It was on Jisung's hand squeezed your ass as he repositioned your body on his. His hands once more lift your shirt slightly. You brake the kiss to remove your shirt. “I love this bra,” he said as his fingers traced under the wire.

Jisung didn’t have quickies. He liked to take his time. He wants to tease. He looks at you and smiles as his hand reaches and cups your breast.

He pulls away from your lips “you make me so horny,” he says out of breath. When you think about it, you can feel his clothes up on your core. You giggle, and he squeezes your breast. “You like it when I tease, don’t you” his fingers clasp onto the back of your bra, releasing it. You nod as you take off your bra, jisung licking his lips.

His tongue flicks your nipple. “I love it when you tease me”, you say. You run your fingers through his hair. He pulls away and lies you down on the couch. He takes your pants off “well, you know what I love about you?” You shake your head “tell me, Ji.”

“I love your lips” he kisses your soft, plump lips. “Your collarbone”, placing another kiss on there. “Your beautiful breast”, he sucks and flicks your nipple once more, making you moan. “Your stomach is a masterpiece” he kisses down to your pelvic born.

“Now for my most favourite part”, he spreads your legs and places a kiss on your clothed, throbbing vagina.

“Is my baby ready for me?” He says, pulling up from your core. You nod. You can’t seem to get the words out. Then you get this idea, what if you tease him a little and make him wait. You prop up onto your elbows “don’t you want to know what I love about you?” He looked a little shocked. He was so used to teasing you, so the fact you took it to spin yourself to tease him was such a turn on.

He nodded “yes” was all he could say.

You check the clock. It's now 6:30 pm “we have to go, or we will be late for dinner Ji” you kiss him softly while slowly getting up off the couch.

“WHAT….. you are such a tease”, you giggle as you put your jeans and t-shirt back on.

“Let's go, baby. The last thing I want is to be late for your mum” you grab his hand and yank him off the couch. He pauses to readjust his hard cock in his pants.

“Okay, but as soon as we get home from dinner, your all mine” he smacks your ass and smiles.

“Deal”, you grin in his face.

……….

“Oh my god, Ji, I’m so nervous” you are shaking at the front of this restaurant. “I am freaking out” he grabs your hands and looks deeply into your eyes.

“Nothing to be nervous about……I love you…..they will love you” he smiled and leant in for a kiss.

“Uhhhhmmmmmm jisung”, a lady called from behind.

Jisung changed. He held your hand firm and introduced you to his family. “Mum, Dad, this is Y/N” His mother pulled you in for a big hug jisung was still holding onto your hand.

“Welcome to the family”, she said as she pulled away and cupped your face.

“Jisung….. you didn’t tell me your girlfriend was this sexy” you assume this is his big brother.

“Ya, keep your hands and eyes off her” you could tell he wasn’t joking.

“It was a joke”, he said, putting his hand on his shoulder.

In Korea, PDA is rare. You a Ji sit together in the restaurant, his family was so lovely to you, and jisungs mum served you a plate “thank you”, you said Boeing, your head out of respect. Jisung slid his hand up your thigh under the table, shocking you.

He turns his head and whispers into your ear, “hurry up and eat…..I’m so horny looking at you in this dress” in order not to make the situation awkward you say, “Please….I would like a soju. Thank you for asking” you smile at his family and jisung gets up to go and Oder soju from the bar.

“Thank you for making him come out with his family tonight”, his mother said as soon as jisung was away from the table.

“Of course…..it was a battle, but I really want to spend time with you guys and get to know you” Your smile jisungs family is so welcoming.

“We want to thank you so much…..we’ve never seen him this happy…. He barely speaks two words to us, so we are grateful,” his dad chimes in.

Jisung comes back with a bottle of soju “let’s get this party started jisungs brother says as he reaches for a bottle. You all eat and drink. You drank. You made yourself tipsy.

“Okay, I should take her home”, Jisung said, standing from his seat.

“But we are just having fun”, jisungs brother said.

“Yeah, well, it’s my birthday……and she’s my girlfriend, so we will go home when I want” you stand up and collect your things. He takes your hand a pulls you outside. The cold wind hits your face starting to sober you up.

“You okay, baby”, he says, feeling your cheeks. “You feel so cold….I told you to bring a jacket” he takes off his jacket and wraps it around your shoulders.

You stop for a moment, Ji still standing right next to you. “I really love you so much” you turn him and pull him in by his shirt. He lifts your chin as he knows exactly why you are clinging to his shirt “let's go home and finish what we started” he pulls away and grabs your hand in his.

……..

Once you get back to your apartment across town, all bets are off. Jisung wasted no time pushing you into the flat and pinning you against the wall.

“New plan….. no foreplay tonight”, he said, unzipping your dress.

“Fine with me”, you say, shimming out. You took it to spin yourself to remove your bra and panties.

He picks you up and leads you through to the bedroom. You giggle as he slams you onto the bed. “You make me so horny”, he said, taking off his belt.

“Ji, hurry up” your impatiens make him panic. He is now struggling to undo the button for his pants. “Here I got it” you move his hand and unbutton his pants. You also undo his shirt. His solute was breathtaking, the moonlight shining just perfectly on his body.

You quickly come out of your trance as Ji slides his fingers to spread your folds “good, your already wet for me” he rests both your legs on his shoulders as he lines up with your core Ji knows this is one of your favourite passions, so for him to put you in it first up shows you he’s not playing around.

He enters, “Ji yes”, you moan. This passion narrows your vagina, helping him hit your G spot. He grabs both your breast and squeeze “you are so fucking hot…..I love your little perky tits” he lets go allowing them to bounce as you get pounded.

“Ji, I want to ride your dick”, you moan. He slowly pulls out and lays down on the bed. You have wanted to try this new passion for a while now, and what a better night than his birthday to give it a go.

“Lift and bend your knees” he follows your instructions. with one leg between his and one outside his hip, you line him up and start to grind his bent leg providing some much need clit stimulation.

“Oh baby, you look so good like this” he rubs his hand up and down your thigh placing your hand on his chest. You begin to grind faster “I’m cumming”, you scream as your body jolts from the intensity of the orgasm. You slowly ride until your body calms down. Jisung flips you and kisses down your body, his face hovering over your centre. “I wanna taste you”, he says, ploughing into your vagina, licking what feels like every inch.

“Mmmm, you taste so sweet, baby”, he says, kissing up to your body. As he comes up, he inserts himself inside you. He pumps into you slowly. First, you can tell he doesn’t want this to go too fast.

“Ji harder”, you moan. Again he follows your instructions. While pumping into you, he likes his fingers and starts to rub your clit.

“Come on, baby….cum with me” he grinds his teeth together.

“I’m so close, baby”, you moan just a couple more pumps, and your eyes go foggy. You begin to see stars floating above your head “jisung”, you moan so loud it breaks his concentration. He feels your walls squeeze around his penis, and he lets go.

“Oh, baby….fuck….I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard before,” he said in your ear as he collapsed on top of you.

You play with his hair as his naked body lays on top of you for a couple of minutes.

“Happy birthday”, you whispered into his ear.

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[stanfordsweater]

hiiii i got tagged in two ask memes by @boywifesammy and @deanwinchesterpregnant !!💘💛 putting them both under the cut here:

from vincent, thank you for tagging me :))))

Last song: everybody here hates you by courtney barnett

Favorite color: blue!! light shades of teal or powder blue types are my fave

Currently watching: nothing 🫥 i'm doing an ongoing shrek marathon with one of my irls

Last movie/tv show: shrek two and then one and then two again, last night

Spicy/savory/sweet: savoury 🤤 craving japanese curry that my mom used to make rn

Current obsession(s): supernatural hahaha but also in my feels over the new spiderman game. 100%'ed it last night with my boyfriend and it's just such a great series, even though i was a little disappointed with some aspects of the new one

Last thing you googled: ......."the outsiders porn parody"

and here's the one from spike:

1. Are you named after someone: my great aunt guðný became my middle name in a different form

2. When was the last time you cried: i typically don't cry often but i did tear up playing the ending of the new insomniac spiderman game

3. Do you have kids: i have a dog :-)

4. What sports do you play/have played: i was in chess club in 4th grade

5. Do you use sarcasm: not even once

6. What’s the first thing you notice about people: facial expression -> height -> whether they have earbuds in

7. What’s your eye color: blue!

8. Scary movies or happy endings: i prefer slasher films to scary films, give me gore any day. but i prefer happy endings :)

9. Any talents: not even once

10. Where were you born: canada

11. What are your hobbies: thinking about sam and dean :) and wandering around aimlessly in shopping centres

12. Do you have any pets: yaaaas

13. How tall are you: five foot nothing :(

14. Favorite subject in school: i'm 23... but it was the current affairs class i took in grade ten and eleven

15. Dream job: i honestly don't know :(

#about #thanks for thinking of me :) #<3

[shwazzberryswriting]

5 Haechans

Pairing: Haechan x F Reader | [Y/N]

Genre: One Shot, AU - Non-Idol/Scientist Haechan, Utter Smut, Sci-Fi themes

Summary: You love Haechan, SM Laboratory's youngest scientist and your loving boyfriend, but how far can your love go when there's more than one of him?

Word count: 1.9k

Rating/Warnings: Erotica/Not Beta Read, Explicit Sexual Content: Bukkake, Foot Job, Double Penetration in 2 Holes, F X MMMMM, *Do I Tag This Selfcest????*, Blow Jobs, Vaginal Fingering

Minors DNI! 18+ ONLY

Author’s Note:

Neohub Kinktober Event

Personal Kinktober List there are a couple fics not on the NeoHub List

So...I got two random ass inspirations for Haechan fics, this being the second. When Jaehyun was asked if he would rather take care of a 5yo Haechan or 5 Haechans IDK what to say, my brain immediately wondered what 5 Haechans would do to 1 body. Happy Halloween!

Apologies in advance for any mistakes! 💚

Please let me know of any technical errors or if you have feedback/questions

    “Haechan?”

    You walk into the empty loft, alarmed at the barren floors. A single uncovered mattress laid at the far end of the main room. A large lamp stood over it, bright light shining down on the plush mattress like a spotlight on a Hollywood set.

    It was nothing like what you were used to; cluttered mismatched furniture bought from “a guy I know” Haechan always says whenever you ask him where he got his eclectic home furnishings. They always appeared at the most sporadic times. Like 7 weeks ago when he placed a large round glass coffee table next to his kitchen.

    All of it, gone. Save for the lamp and mattress.

    “Haechan? What’s going on?”

    You jump as the heavy metal door slams behind you. Haechan is wearing his black sleeveless top with his red leather jeans. Your nipples ache and your clit throbs.

    He’s wearing that outfit the first time you had sex together. Seeing him with dark eyeliner and hunched shoulders sends a horny chill down your back. He’d cummed twice; you had to prod him into finger fucking you into an orgasm. His skilled fingers turned the encounter into one of the hottest sex sessions of your life.

    “Good news, babe,” he says softly, eyes drifting down your body. “I got that grant for my project.”

    “Babe!” You throw your arms around his neck, embracing him in a tight hug. “That’s great news! Does that mean SM Laboratory is going through with the cloning project?”     “Even better.” Haechan’s voice sounds to be coming from the back of the room.

    “Babe?”

    You pull away from Haechan’s embrace as he lets you go, but you immediately feel hands cupping your breasts. Arms pulling you against a body that feels just like Haechan, smelling just like him.

    “I’ve missed your tits, babe,” he coos against your ear. But-

    “Haechan!” You pull away from the body behind you, and jump into Haechan’s arms. “What’s going on?”     You turn around to see Haechan in nothing but silk boxers.

    You blink.

    You turn your head back to the Haechan holding you.  You’re not seeing double. You’re not delusional.

    You jump out of his arms, screaming. Mind spinning with shock. Body lit up in alarm.

    “Babe! Hold on!” Haechan with the black top said, hand up in the air to placate you. “How do you think I got the grant and promotion?”

    “What?!” You spin around. Topless Haechan, grinning. Sleeveless Haechan, frowning. “You tested the machine on yourself?!”

    “I can’t test on animals! It’s unethical!”     “I couldn’t get the five grand for Yangyang so he dropped out!”

    “-And the deadline was coming up-”

    “So you cloned yourself in front of your boss?!” You reached both hands out, left toward topless Haechan, right grasping onto the front of the other Haechan’s shirt.

    “Uh, so,” you heard Haechan’s voice come out from behind the shadows from the other end of the loft.

    “I had to make sure it would be a success before the day of the pitch,” the Haechan in your right hand’s hold completed. “I uh…cloned myself three times the night before. I was wiped out and I activated the machine a few too many times.”

    “There’s…” You pause.

    Three identical Haechans walk out from the shadows - down to the disheveled brown hair and cute moles on his face and neck. Heat was collecting at your neck as your eyes shifted from one Haechan to the next, feet spinning in a circle.

    Haechan in the black jeans and red jersey, reminding you of the first time he went down on you (nosebleed seats at a baseball game).

    Haechan in the palm tree printed shorts when you’d gone down on him for the first time (to make up for him missing Beach Day with his boys).

    Haechan in black joggers and his body hugging tshirt (what he’d worn the first time you got onto the bed and learned to 69 together).

    “Babe,” all five Haechans say at once, causing all the hairs on your body to lift up in shock.

    “Stop scaring her!” Haechan in the silk boxers yells, glaring at himself. He takes your hands, kissing the back of one. “Babe, I don’t think I can reverse this - but I have it all figured out!”

    “Wha-” You yelped as Haechan in the joggers lifts you up, throwing you over his shoulder, caveman style. “Babe!”

    You spin in circles as he drops you onto the mattress and you bounce, voice catching in your throat as you feel two bodies over you. Two hands grab your breasts, both pinching hard. Blood shoots to your guts and you buck up against your Haechans.

    “Let me have her first.” Joggers Haechan has one leg over your right leg. “We 69’ed for the first time when I was wearing this.”

    “Wait.” You moan as Red Jersey Haechan’s lips suck on your nipple. “Haechan!” You throw your head back, hand grabbing his hair. “Babe, I…is this ethical?”

    “Huh?” Red Jersey and Joggers both stop what they’re doing, sitting up slightly to stare at you. They blinked at the same time, making you feel a shiver ride down your back.

    “Am I cheating on you?” You feel another Haechan sit at the foot of the bed. You feel pressure on the balls of your feet, and you shut your eyes, moaning softly. His skillful thumbs continue to glide toward the center of your foot, digging in deep. “Babe, don’t stop.”

    Another set of hands massage your other foot, and you moan as you feel two pairs of lips on your breasts. Delicate sucks and teeth tugs that send chills rippling into your clit.

    “Babe,” Haechan in the sleeveless top says as he hovers over you, blocking out the light from the lamp, “let us take care of you. Five of me means I’ll always be here for you.”     “Haechan,” you coo, muscles turning into putty, eyes shutting, “if all five of you can make me feel so good…”

    His lips are over yours. You whimper into his mouth as two mouths suck onto your nipples, two long fingers glide against your slit. Two pairs of hands massaging both your feet, one mouth sucking on your big toe.

    “Haechan.” His tongue is lapping up against the bottom of your toe.

    “Baby, I need you.” His breath is at your neck. Your core flares, juices building between your legs. You pump one cock in your left fist - which Haechan’s you didn’t know. Another Haechan is kissing you, lips sucking yours. “I want to double fill you with my cocks. Can you handle that?”

    Your stomach grumbles with anticipation as three long fingers press against your entrance. You’d been double penetrated before. Haechan had positioned himself behind you as he used a dildo to fuck your pussy a few times. He loved fucking your ass.

    “T-two Haechans in my pussy and up my ass?” you ask. Your mind flares up in hot heat as two lips suck hard on both your nipples. Fingers caress your belly as more grope and massage your thighs and feet. A soft hum against your big toe as his mouth sucks on it. “Haechan!”

    “Such a fucking whore for me. We’ll see if we can position your mouth around another of us. Handjob me like you are right now with number 4. Last of us can-”

    “-Rub my dick against your feet.”

    “Haechan!” You’re locked under the handling of all 5 Haechans as a hot wet fleshy heat rubs up against the bottom of your left foot. A finger pushes into your cunt. You mewl. “Baby! Your cock’s so hot.”

    His moans blend together melodically, and your hips buck as a pair of hands pushes your feet together by grabbing your ankles. A hot uncomfortable shame flares over your face and chest, realizing Haechan is pushing his cock between your feet. Your whole body flares as Haechan flicks the back of his finger against your clit.

    “You love the footjob, babe.” His breath against your ear sends hot blood to your nipples. His gentle chuckle has you thrusting against his finger inside. “So fucking beautiful, even your feet deserve to be fucked. No one else can say they’d fucked your feet.”

    “Perverted weirdo.” You groan into his mouth as he kisses you rough. Two fingers inside you, pumping fast and hard. Another hand drawing furious circles against your clit.

    You cry out when he releases your lips. Your body feels weightless as he moves you around, three pairs of hands repositioning you.

    On your side. His silk boxers stick to your sweaty thighs, cock sliding up your ass. Polyester jersey over your tits.

    Your left leg is up in the air. Hold on your ankle pressing the bottom of your foot up against his throbbing rod. You indulge him, rocking your ankle back and forth as you press his dick against his thigh. His weak, whiny moans makes it all worth it to do weird perverted things for your boyfriend.

    “Donghyuck everywhere all at once.” One of your Haechans breathes against your lips. His teeth clamps down on the crook of your neck. You groan as his tongue licks up on you. “Bathe in my cum, baby.”

    One hot cock is in your cunt. Pussy so wet, he slides in balls deep with ease. You shake, asshole tight, nerves erratically thrashing as another thick shaft enters your second hole.

    “Fucking gorgeous my pretty little fuckdoll.” Haechan’s pulling the blue and green palm tree shorts off, hand grabbing your wrist to wrap around his throbbing rod. He groans loud, hand reaching down to palm your sweaty tit. “Hurry up and make me cum, babe. You heard me. I want to see you bathe in my cum.”

    “Perverted weirdo.”

    Loud cry echoing along with his overlapping grunts and moans, your lungs hurt. Thrusts in your cunt and ass are speeding up. Fourth Haechan twisting your head around to shove his wet shaft into your mouth.

    Your body was burning up. Four hot cocks in three holes and one fist. Your foot continues to push against his wet rod, fifth Haechan whimpering and whining as he thrusts and grabs you.

    “We can literally work out a schedule where one of us is fucking you every hour of the day.” Multiple groans of approval reverberate against your tits and neck. “Nonstop, babe. A literal fuckdoll for all your Haechans.”

    “Making as much money I as I will be babe, this can be arranged for real. We’ll love you so good.”

    His cock is out of your mouth. Hot fluid hits your face, sliding over your hair and eyes. A high pitched moan as more hot cum hits your chin.

    “Fuck this is hot!” Burning rod in your palm is gone. Hot liquid dripping down your arm, spilling onto your shoulder.

    “Whore, my fucking whore.” Your vision is gone. Cock burning your labia as he exits your cunt. “Gotta mark you.”

    More hot cum is spilling all over your front. He’d left your ass too, hand pushing you onto your back. Eyes open, blinking away the cum, three Haechans are over you - all fisting their cocks - directing cum to paint your body and face. One taking glee in squeezing his cock over your foot.

    “Covered in me,” one of your Haechans says. They’re all naked, clothes scattered around. “Babe, so fucking filthy and gorgeous covered in me.”

    Ten palms on your body, spreading his cum around you. As if his cum is lotion. You whine, sinuses overcome with the fishy and musky smell of Haechan. His melodic coos and praises send shivers down your body.

    “So fucking pretty-”

    “-want it over your pretty clit babe-”

    “-between your toes, slut-”

    “-ready to fuck again-”

    “-my fucking masterpiece right here.”

    Your mind is hazy. Eyes shut.

    Can you really be fucked like this every day?

    “Five Haechans is too much.”

---

I had to end it with a paraphrase from Jaehyun!

Happy Halloween! Enjoy this awesome holiday! 🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡

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[quetzalpapalotl]

Howd you rank your liking of Megop thru the continuities?

Before I get to that, let me just sat that the idea of megop in itself does a lot or me, so I'm probably gonna be into any megop as long as it vagely follows the standard TF pattern. The inherent intimacy of being archnemesis, being each other's equal match, only being able to stand on equal footing with the enemy leader, the respect among fellow warriors, blurring the lines of what romance even means, the grandiosity of it all.

So, the actual ranking after tfp and idw is not something set in stone or anything, my answer may have been different on another day. Only includes things I've watched/read, which aren't that many:

1.- IDW1 and TFP: You cannot make me choose between these two. IDW1 is, of course, my favorite continuity, and even tho the megop is not as strong in some parts, it still has all the elements I like. The fact that they know and understand each other so well despite never being friends. Megatron lives to fight, he needs a dance partner. Optimus has spent his entire life chasing after Megatron one way or another, Megatron made him who he is. Their paths mirror each other even when they're in separate series altogeher. Megatron doesn't hate Optimus. Look at Chaos Theory! That thing is one step from being a megop bdsm fic! Lots of things to say here, but we need to move on.

Now on the other hand we have TFP, that's the classic, the blueprint, my-nemesis-comic.jpg. If I had to guess, I'd say there was a before and after TFP in fandom regarding megop, but I have no idea actually, so don't quote me on that. Still, that show is insane, Megatron basically flirts with Optimus every time they're on screen, having Megatron back is the one thing Optimus wants for himself and he gives up even that. It has all the breakup drama! Except for Megatron, they might as well not have broken up, but the nature of their relationship changed. Battling Optimus is his favorite thing in the world. The show really does give the impression that these two are on a world of their own. And while I usually like to disregard most of the Aligned side materials on my reading of tfp, those megop bits of Exodus really are something, huh.

2.- IDW2 they were friends, now they're destined to fight each other for the next million years. They're not as intense as tfp but damn, Megatron might as well be telling Optimus he wants him chained in his bed.

3.- Cyberverse: Same thing but goofier. Megatron literally didn't win the war because he was too gay to kill Optimus and then died in his arms. Amazing. (He's not dead he's in the hospital).

4.- Sunbow Cartoon/General G1 concept: It's simple and straightforward, you can project onto it the things I like about megop and because it's G1 it's very malleable. You can take it in all kinds of directions! Always love to see what fandom does with it.

4.5.- Shattered Glass: same thing but in reverse and evil Optimus is hot. That's it.

5.- Prime Wars: It's G1, but they're old, tired and retired. They should meet and beat each other up like old times. And the whole sequence of Optimus firing Megatron? 10/10

6.- Netflix' War for Cybertron: this couls have been so good, except the show was pretty bad at properly explaining its backstory. Still, a girl takes what she can get and those scenes in season 2 are juicy. But I tempted to put this higher in the list because WFC gave me on of the best takes on megop NEMESIS/GALVATRON. Evil angst boyfriends!! They are in this situation because they were both idiots, Megatron finally got to kill Optimus and ended his last moments as himself regreting not working with him. Now they are together again. It took being enslaved by Unicron for them to get along again, but they have each other now, they have nothing but each other, not even who they used to be. It's depressing, it's great. I'm gonna have to be the change I want to see and write something about them because I'm obsessed.

7.- TFA: I used to enjoy it more, but I've fallen out of love for it. Lacks a lot of the elements I like about most megop, but there's appeal in Optimus catching the eye of this almost-mythological terror because he managed to beat him. Most of the content for it is not really to my taste, tho, but House Divided is my favorite take on it.

8.- Beast Wars: It's okay. It's not a bad ship or anything, but it doesn't really awaken anything in me. They hate each other, sure, but not in a gay way, more in the way you hate a mosquito. And then, as far as hatemances go, Rampage and Depth Charge show up to completely.

Mmm that should be it, unless I'm forgetting something. I have still read fic for other megops and I must say the whole Protector/Prime concept really appeals to me, but afaik it doesn't show up in the movies and I'm not interested in watching them regardless.

I'm eagerly awaiting Earthspark, not to have hope, but I feel like I'm gonna lose my mind.

#quetzal rambles tf

[m4xedout]

A falter in our lives.

moonknight fic :)

Warning: mentions of blood needles and a small mention of smut, other then that it's all hurt/comfort and fluff at the end! any ways enjoy

Summary: you're home one night and your boyfriend decides to text you, it's not good..

paring: Marc x male!reader (later on steven and jake)

It was the middle of the night when you had gotten a text from Marc, telling you he'd be over in 20, you immediately go to clean up your room, before your boyfriend of 7 months, comes over for the first time in...damn..it's been a while huh..anyway-While you get that done Marc on the other hand was nearly limping to your apartment, 20 minutes away? Yeahhh a little more like 25-30, when 15 minutes were up, you were done cleaning your room, thinking it looked decent, and knowing it didn't have to look perfect, you flopped over on your queen sized bed and got on your phone, texting Marc.

Y/n:hey sweetheart, you almost here?

Marc:yeah just ran into some trouble.

Y/n:oh shit, TROUBLE trouble?

Marc:no no just don't worry about it, love you.

Y/n:love you too..

You worried for a bit before calling him 5 minutes after, no answer. You called again...No answer. You decide to walk out side of your apartment, and inside the elevator you thought to yourself..."it's Marc..maybe he's okay" when the elevator doors opened you could see your boyfriend in the doorway entering the lobby, with a gash on his left thigh, you rushed over to him "Marc!! Oh baby what happened!?" "Nothing-" "this doesn't look like nothing!" You rush him to the elevator covering his leg so no one would see, and in the elevator, he tried to start conversation, but you stayed silent

In your room you tossed him on the bed, on his right side of course "hey what gives?" He said across the room where you were searching for a needle and thread, hoping and praying they'd work to stitch him up, you came back to him "Pants. Off" "Y/n~ it's too late for th-" "MARC." He went silent.

He slowly striped of his pants throwing them on the floor and you quickly try to begin working on his leg, when suddenly, a choked sob comes the depths of your throat, its raspy, like if you held it for to long you might explode, "hey hey hey whats wrong?" Marc says, putting a hand on your cheek to tilt your head up so you can see him better, his eyes widen a little bit to see your red glossy eyes and a little snot dripping from your noes

"THIS is shit I should know about Marc, and you never tell me..do you not trust me?" His eyes got bigger and he quickly said "no no no no! It's not that! It's just..I have business that I can't involve you in" he slid his thumb over your eye, wiping the tear away, you begin stitching his thigh "agh!" "Sorry.." you say, you want to talk more but you don't, the room was filled with Marc's groans and him telling you to slow down, the neighbors were probably going to get confused by this-

Once you were finished you put everything away and washed your hands off, "hey..y/n?" You heard Marcs voice from the kitchen, you turned to see him standing in the hallway, on his right leg, "yeah?" A small sniffle came from you as you walked over to Marc, Placing a hand on his right side and helping him to the bedroom, "I'm sorry." You tense up for a bit before continuing to walk him to your bedroom.

Marc never usually...apologizes? But when he does, it's very sweet and comforting, you got to the bed as you laid him down and sat at the foot of the bed, "what for?.." you asked he sat up next to you "for not telling you about...this, and I'm sorry I never tell you sooner he said "you're my boyfriend for God's sakes..and i-" he was cut off my you kissing him directly on the lips, you pulled away "it's okay" you say, Marc was kinda surprised you forgave him that fast, "I know you're fine on your own, and if anything, this?" You point to his thigh "is just a scratch, but!" You say, shocking marc, "make me stitch you up again and I'll just give you straight up armor" you say making Marc chuckle, "thank you..for everything".

"No prob bob."

tbc?

AHHH OKAYSO THIS IS MY FIRST FIC EVER OMG I HOPE YOU LIKED IT!! I write fem and gn reader too!sorry it was short but I hope you enjoyed!

#moon knight #moonknight x reader #moonknight x male reader #moonknight marc spector #moonknight fluff

[ivykim]

to be more than friends…(haseong)

masterlist // wattpad

summary: ivy can’t help the feeling of falling in love when jay is constantly so cautious of her. he always treats her with such care despite teasing her most of the times. ivy feels bad but when one night, a late night chat happens, secret fall out and a kiss was shared.

NOTE: ivy and jay got together during the blank period before border : carnival era. other boys will be revealed later on.

italics mean it's in english!

ivy and jay had been friends for as long as her training period. well while ivy and heeseung were classmates, jay's family actually was close to her family. which made them friends due their families.

when they were younger, jay's dad had invited ivy's family on a trip but they didn't exactly remember since they were still young at the time which made them think they only knew each other for 5 years.

they definitely knew each more than that but they didn't care, engenes still called them 5yearz so they simply stuck by it.

"vivi?" jay calls out for her from the kitchen. ivy goes over.

"yes?" jay blows onto the spoon and holds it out for ivy to try. she drinks it.

"think it's okay? after all, you did get sick."

"jay, i told you it's just a runny nose. you don't have to prepare me soup. i'm fine with just taking medicine and sleeping." jay shakes his head.

"noona, you're sick. you should have at least some soup. it will make your body feel better. you overdid on practice today too. jay eyes the ankle brace on her foot.

"jay. i'm fine." ivy assures the boy. she could hear heeseung calling out for her. "i have to go but thank you for the soup anyways. i'll drink it and treasure the appreciation." she pecks the younger male's cheek.

ivy falls to ground while panting. this comeback's choreo was hard. she was finding it hard to breathe, she coughs. jay hands her a bottle of water. ivy pushes it away.

"water will slow me down." ivy says. jay sighs.

"it won't, you need it noona. you haven't drink since the start of practice. you'll be dehydrated."

"jay, i'm fine." jay rolls his eyes, he opens the bottle up and grabs ivy's waist before holding the drink up close to her.

"drink." jay says. ivy blushes. she takes a sip of the water and gulps it down. "good girl."

ivy felt the butterflies surrounding her tummy. jay closes the bottle and lets her go. he ruffles her hair.

"now, let's continue." jay smiles.

"ah, right." ivy says before she goes to continue practice.

jay wasn't dumb, he knew that ivy and heeseung were dating. it was obvious, judging by how they subtly always stick close to each other. it seems like it was too normal for the other boys to realise but when you've been friends with both of them for 5 years, you'd think jay wouldn't know the difference.

but he can't help but feel jealous. they had talked about this before, between just heeseung and jay. it was obvious a competition would happen and who'd win ivy's heart. it seems like he lost. it made him sad, he didn't even realise he started distancing himself from the both of them.

both heeseung and ivy noticed but heeseung wanted ivy to talk to him by herself. find out the reason why he was acting like this.

"why are you acting like this, jay?" ivy asks. it was silent between the both of them.

"acting like what, noona?"

"you're distancing yourself from me and heeseung. what's going on?"

"nothing is wrong."

"jay, you have to tell me what's wrong. i wouldn't be able to know if i even need to apologise." ivy looks straight into jay's eyes. jay sighs. he cups her face.

"you won't hate me if i did this right?" before ivy could even question it, she felt jay's lips on hers. ivy shuts her eyes and kisses him back.

jay pulls away, "noona."

"you don't have to say anything. i know and i like you too. as for heeseung, he knows too. in fact, i'm pretty sure he knows the other boys like me too. he also proceeded to say, i might end up with 7 boyfriends." ivy snickers.

"so heeseung hyung is okay with this?"

"yeah. i guess. he looked a little jealous while saying it though but i'm sure we can work this out."

"but it feels wrong though."

"jay, we can just try it out first you know. if you find it weird then we could not try it. i can always treat you all separately as my individual boyfriends."

"no no, let's try this. god, i can't believe i got myself into a polyamorous relationship." jay says.

"too bad, babe. you are stuck with me and the boys now!" ivy holds jay close.

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[to-killtime]

can broken hearts be mended? [mycroft x reader]

Chapter 1:

The saying that timing is a bitch is, well, true. You had found the perfect person, a man who had the same mindset as you, someone who would understand your relationship with work and vice versa, someone with whom silence was comforting and many more yet, it had come crumbling down due to being at the wrong time.

It has been 5 years since you last set foot in London, and this was half by choice. Your job as an auditor was demanding, to say the least, but it was also the job that granted you an opportunity to leave the place of memories behind and start on a clean slate. It was also, however, the job that required you returned.

Auditing was something that you chose considering the prospects but one of the prospects you didn’t expect was acquiring a boyfriend. It was a coincidence really; you were performing an audit for one of the clients which happened to be involved in a financial scandal. It was a rather important client for your resume as well. However, the case had blown up and had involved the government and that was how you met him. The man who was said to only have a minor position in the British government was Mycroft Holmes. He was a man of few words yet the words that were spoken always got your attention.

While working together, the both of you had amazing chemistry, words and actions bounced off of each other and it was surprisingly efficient. Never having such an effective environment before was something the both of you appreciated. That was the first step. The second was when you, or him, you can't remember, asked the other out for dinner since you two were the only ones left.

Having dinner with someone allows you to learn so much about a person. The similarities you had were common, both attending to work almost 24/7, not advocating for relationships, citing emotions as a burden, and having the love of books as well as many others. It had been a long time since you had fun but time decided to flow faster than it should have. The little time to yourself you had at home was spent thinking back on the conversations you had. He was starting to take an effect on you and it seemed to be the same for him as well.

It started with dinners after work but once the work was done, there wasn’t a need to meet for dinner anymore. However, not wanting to let the good feelings go, you took up some courage to exchange numbers. Through the exchange, you had come to realize that he was quite the avid texter, which you didn’t expect. Due to the constant interaction, the spark within your heart had begun to grow, threatening to evolve into a fire.

Nothing would have happened if the two of you had only continued to text but somehow, one way or another, you were able to find a day where you two would be relatively free and had planned on getting dinner together. If you weren’t sure of your feelings before, this dinner was the one that confirmed it. After maybe days or months of texting, you had finally gotten to see him again in person and he still looked great. Dressed in his usual three-piece pinstriped suit, a red tie, pocket watch and his umbrella, he was dashing. Every time you looked into his blue eyes, you get lost in them, as one would if you were in the ocean alone.

Dinners that ended with you back at your place alone had slowly turned into ending up at either one of your places with each other. It had become a routine of sorts to stay over at his place whenever the two of you met. It wasn’t often due to your schedules but the two of you made it work and had committed to having dinner at least once a week together. Slowly, you were introduced to his younger brother Sherlock, he was quite interesting and quite the kid, as well as his group of friends. They happened to hold a Christmas party once and you were taken as Mycroft’s plus one. Everyone was so endearing and you never had a dull moment.

All would have been well but as the months go by, one missed meeting, with an advanced notice and apology gift, turned into two, which turned into three. It reached a point when you would go over to his place, once in a while, just to get a glimpse of him and to talk things out but you’d end up heading to bed before he came back and woke up when he left, you assumed he came back by the look of his missing clean suit.

Failure after failure had eventually taken a toll on you. You were still finding the small amount of time after your busy schedule to talk to him, yet he couldn’t do the same. Sure, he is much more important than you were but it still didn’t warrant this treatment. Having had enough, you conceded and made his your temporary home until you two were able to have a proper conversation.

That day came soon enough. For the first time in months, he had come back earlier than you did but instead of the living or bedroom, he was in his study, with more work but at least this was a change.

With a knock on the door, “Mycroft, we need to talk.”

He simply answered with a hum.

“Please look at me. Just 5 minutes.”

It had been such a long time since you had last locked eyes with him. However, instead of getting butterflies, you were filled with sadness.

“I would like to know how you plan for us to move forward or if we are even planning to. The past months have been tough Mycroft. We used to be able to find time for each other and yet now it is more difficult to see you than if I had an appointment with you. I would appreciate it if we could even just get dinner together once in a while. I… miss talking to you Mycroft.”

This wasn’t even half of what you wanted to say but you lost confidence when you saw the look on his face, an uninterested or rather a poker face. There wasn’t a single hint to whatever he might be thinking and that threw you off. Did he lose interest in you or were you just worth that little to him? Having been the one to pull the weight, you were tired and ended up letting your emotions get the better of you, “quite frankly if I can’t even have that then I can only say we want different things and that we should end it here."

For the first time, the silence between the two of you was deafening. It had been a minute or two of locking eyes before he breaks away to answer his ringing phone. Taking that as his reply, you took no time at all to pack whatever little belongings you had over and left. Never looking back once.

5 years could either be a long or short time depending on the person who is asked. For you though, it was in between. Things had happened yet it wasn’t something that made it feel like time was passing quickly. What was the main change? You left London alone but came back with someone.

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STRAY KIDS X SISTER READER REACTION

Gonna use the names Hailey and Lewis. For Chan's siblings

CHAN :

You were ten whole year syounger than him, and when you were old enough to go to school, he was already off in JYP. And now, at 15, you and your two siblings were getting ready to go see him. As usual, you and your brother were arguing, while your sister just stood there, done with you two. The ride to Stray Kids dorms was not long, but your motion sickness acted up.

"I'm gonna puke." You announced, and your mother passed you a trash bag. No sooner had you opened it, than bile rose to your throat and you spilled into the bag. While your brother looked disgusted, being the loving sibling she was, your sister rubbed your back soothingly as you retched.

Soon enough, you arrived at the dorms, but you were asleep in your dad's strong arms. Chan opened the door, giggling at you. It was a typical sight. Even when he was a child, you'd been like that. Getting sick and falling asleep. He pretty much knew that you'd been sick in the car. Your family went in, the other members greeting your siblings while you lay on the sofa.

Lewis began to poke your cheek, making you whine and slaphis arm away. Hailey giggled and took a photo of you, to blackmail you with. She was about to post it on Instagram, when Lewis whispered in her ear.

"Draw a moustache on her face." She snorted and used a filter to apply a moustache, then put it on her story. Right when she posted, you opened your eyes blearily and reached for your sister.

"Hailey, carry me."

"You're 15, ya'know."

"So? Channie still carries me." You peered innocently at Chan, who made a face.

"You didn't give me a choice did you?" He snarked. "You threw a whole tantrum."

"Shut it."

MINHO :

You were younger by three years, and shared a birthday with him. So whenever your birthdays came around, yo u would always surprise him. But this time, instead of getting him a gift, you tied a ribbon around yourself and bought a cake. The walk to the dorms from your apartment was just 5 minutes away, and you thankfully didn't get any weird stares.

"Happy birthday Oppa." You shouted, barging into his room once Changbin let you in. "Guess what your present is?"

"You?" Minho asked in surprise, fighting back a laugh. "This is the worst idea you've come up with, by the way."

"Actually, it's great. More for me to blackmail you with." He said, quickly snapping a photo before you could react. "Great present."

CHANGBIN :

Changbin was a little bit hesitant to let the boys meet you, as you were too precious for them to break your innocence.

Not that you were innocent. He just thought you were.

You had a boyfriend, Jungwon from Enhyphen, and you'd done nothing more than make out, but to your brother, that was blasphemy.

"Oppa, I have a boyfriend." You said bravely, sitting in front of him. He'd finally allowed the boys to meet you, and immediately it was like having 7 more brothers.

"Oh heck no." Changbin said, shooting up. "Where is he? Imma kill that boy."

"Bin, calm down." Chan instructed. "Sorry, Y/N."

"I'm used to it." Y/N replied, smiling. "It's not like I didn't bite his ex girlfriend."

"You what?" Felix burd tout laughing, imagining the petite girl biting someone.

"It bled pretty badly, do I'd say it made an impression." Y/N said, looking proud at what she'd just revealed.

HYUNJIN :

You were Hyunjin's twin, and had the exact same features minus your hair was way longer. You also shared your dramatic genes. Once, he stepped on your foot and you ranted at him for two hours as to why you were so upset. You didn't talk to him for two weeks.

"Foods here!" You called, and Hyunjin immediately got up.

"Did you get samgyeopsal?"

"Of course I did." You said offendedly. "You think I'd forget the family favourite?"

Your parents just sighed and shook their heads, knowing you could bicker for hours, ignoring everything else.

"Whatever, let's eat." He scowled, pushing you. You glared and pushed him back, resulting in a mini WWE match in the living room.

"And Y/N emerges as the winner!" You cried victoriously, fist pumping.

JISUNG:

Okay, he was older, so what? You were wayyyy more mature than he was. You were 20 and him 22. But while he pretended that Hyunjin had killed him, you just snorted and brushed it off. You'd met your brothers friends, and boy were they loud. Sometimes you even had to reject his affection because the others...

The other should whine and complain that you always accepted Jisungs affection while yo u rejected them. So began the whole thing of Jisung being rejected.

"Not now." You said, slapping his arm away when it tried to go over ryour shoulders. "Oppa let go."

"My baby sis doesn't love me!" Jisung cried dramatically, falling to the floor.

"Big baby." You muttered dragging him off the floor. "Do it again and I'll tell mom about the broken vase at home."

"No!" Jisung said. "I'm sorry!"

The others just laughed at the hold Y/N held over Jisung.

FELIX :

Again Olive (Olivia) Riesa (Rachel)

Like on Chan's reaction, you were his youngest sibling. Now 17, you were doing your high school exams and stressing over everything.

"Relax, nothing bads going to happen." Felix said, patting your shoulder. "It's going to be fine."

"No, I'm this close to failing and Madam Xi said she'd fail me for the rest of the year if I falimed this test."

"I think you got it in the bag though." Fix said. "Olive did. And Riesa."

"Thanks." You said. "But I still have three days to do this. So please can I study."

"Fine."

SEUNGMIN :

Seungmin was the worst older brother you had. Ever. He was always nosily poking his face einto your stuff. He always ptevente dyou from meeting boys and if you did, he wod ground you. You couldn't argue as he was your guardian. Your parents both passed away when you were kids, and you loved with your cousin, Taehyung. Until last year, when Seungmin got your legal guardianship.

"Ready, punk?"

"I'm ready." You smirked, and you guys set off, venturing out into the ocean on your little sailboat. Seungmin had been given time off work and you were on school holiday, so you had decided to go on an adventure. "Just make sure we don't get lost."

"I mean, if we get lost-" Seungmin started, but a glare from you shut him up. "Nah, we won't."

"Good."

As the sun set, you and your brother made your way back to the shore and got everything out of the boat. Returning it, you realosed that you never really told your brother you loved him.

"Oppa."

"Hm?"

"I love you"

"I love you too."

JEONGIN :

"Yah! Yang Jeongin!"

"What?"

"Why is there a batman figurine in my drawer?"

"Uhh..." Oops, he got caught and now you were in a towering rage.

"Tell me now!"

"I snuck into your room."

"You went into my room! Moommmm Oppa went into my room!"

"Yah! Yang Jeongin!" His mother shouted. "Don't go into your sisters room!"

"Okay, fine!" Jeongin hollered back, smugly smirking at his younger sister, who scoffed and locked her door.

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