#oo...maybe i should do lighting studies...

[igucci]

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[basicallydjo]

can i req like xavier x reader where theyre rivals but readers liked xavier for a while now but xavier has no clue. xavier always teases reader when he gets the opportunity to yk but one day he has been like avoiding reader/not talking to them for some reason and reader confronts him abt it

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WHAT'S THE POINT?

pairings: Xavier Thorpe x Reader Summary: ^^^ Warnings: light swearing

it's really frustrating when you have a slight crush on a guy that says he hates your guts.

you don't even know why or how you like him, you should hate him by the way he talks to you, the way he speaks about you. but there's just something about him that's so...enticing.

maybe it's his eyes, his deep hazel eyes. so harsh at first look but shows something deeper than that when you look deeper

or his hair, his long light brown hair, looking so soft making you want to run your hands through it.

or maybe his lips, the same lips that held the harsh words, but the same lips that were so plump and pink that made him look so...kissable.

but it didn't matter what made you take a liking to him, the fact is you do and that was that.

but every mean comment seemed to hurt a little more because of that fact.

but you thought back to all the times he was arguing with you, and questioned if it was actually flirting instead of fighting.

-

you smiled down at your paper, seeing the mark written in red at the top.

you had spent ages studying for the test and it seemed to pay off.

you looked up in front of you to where Xavier sat where he proudly showed you his mark, smirking at you as you looked at his 100%!

you rolled your eyes, sighing at his childishness

"better luck next time, sweetheart" he winked

"you would you know if I didn't get the same mark?" you questioned

"did you?" he raised an eyebrow

"just shut up" you groaned

"aw, don't worry, you'll beat me next time, dingus" he pouted

-

an during the poe cup.

you tripped over and cut you knee, the blood pooling out and sliding down your leg.

you winced in pain and held onto your thigh to to stop the bleeding as two Jesters came running to get their flag

"Go and get it" Xaveri yelled to Ajax as he stopped in front of you.

"how could you possibly do that, idiot" he chuckled as he bent down to your level

"oh piss off" you whined

"are you ok?" he helped you up slowly

"I'm fine" you sniffed

"are you sure, you can always tell me when you feel small or hurt or like you've failed and lost" he smiled smugly

"you'd love that wouldn't you?"

"I would, I would really would" he nodded cockily

-

but you highly doubted it was flirting, i mean it couldn't be, could it?

but he did always have a reason to talk to you, either to rub in your face that he got a good mark, to ask you how you are sarcastically or to just tell you that you should do better and try harder

but recently he hasn't been doing that, he hasn't been near you at all.

you haven't seen him in a week, in fact and it was pissing you off.

you always had a snarky comeback to throw at him when he insulted you.

but now that he hasn't come to do any of those, you haven't been able to do that and it made you mad.

so you went off to find him.

following him through corridors past people, you managed to catch up to him.

"hey! Xavier, wait up!" you called out to him, he stopped walking and turned around to see who it was

"what now?" he huffed

"what are you planning?" you questioned him as you stood in front of him

"what do you mean?" he asked

"you've been avoiding me" you crossed your arms

"just because I haven't talked to you doesn't mean I've been avoiding you, besides, we're not friends, I'm not obligated to talk to you" he announced coldly

"I know that" you paused "but it's not like you"

"it's not like me how?" he shook his head confused

"you always find an excuse to talk to me, but you haven't bothered lately, why?" you inquired

"what's the point? all we do is bicker, it never gets anywhere, so why bother?" he glared at you softly- if that was even possible

"well that's not my fault" you argued

"yes! yes it is your fault! it is all your fault. everything is your fault!" he yelled at you, frightening you at his sudden outburst

"no it's not, I haven't done anything!" you replied

"yes it is! you drive me insane!" he covered his face aggressively

"that's not my fault!" you scoffed

"yes it is! everything about you drives me crazy!" he spoke anxiously

"what's that supposed to mean?" you questioned

"it means that they way you laugh at things even when they aren't funny, the way you always have a smile on your face, the way you try your hardest to do your best at school, the way you always know what to say to cheer someone up, the way you see the best in anyone, even when they are the worst possible person ever and the way you make me feel drives me absolutely insane." he admitted

you were silent, seeing that he wasn't exactly done with what he was saying

"and I get to experience none of those for myself, none of those things are for me" he muttered

"what's your point?" you tilted your head in confusion

he turned to look away before looking back at you, the corner of his lips lifting to a smirk.

"my point is that I want you to do those things with me, but all I get is you rolling your eyes and scoffing before you walk away" he said

"so what you're saying is that..." you took a deep breath, looking directly in his eyes

he sighed "it doesn't matter what I'm saying, it won't change anything, because you don't like me back" he whispered the last bit

"are you kidding?" you chuckled

he rolled his eyes and bit the inside of his cheek

"I've liked you for ages! but you were too dumb and oblivious by rivalry to even notice it!" you confessed

"oh"

"yeah" you gulped

"well- um, I won't avoid you anymore then" he coughed awkwardly

"seriously" you huffed, throwing your hands by your sides

"well, would you want to do something sometime?" he asked

"yeah" you smiled "yeah, I'd like that"

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[xiaojusaur]

Fly Away With Me

Pairing: Pilot! Kun x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Warnings: Mentions of bullying, mentions of alcohol (wine), phone sex, nipple play, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex (stay safe please), cum play.

Word Count: 5.5K

Description: After a class reunion, Kun and you, high school sweethearts, start to talk again. He achieved his dream of being a pilot and he takes you to fly with him, to then make you reach the clouds in a night full of passion.

You didn’t expect much from the class reunion, but deep down you were excited to see how everyone had been doing and you were dying to see the changes! You knew for a fact that a few of those plastic girls were already married with a bunch of kids and some of the guys who used to bully you had turned to be ugly. Meanwhile, you were in all your glory, being successful and getting hotter every day.

You couldn’t wait to see your best friends and laugh at everyone else in secret, it has been long since you’ve reunited since work had you overwhelmed.

The reunion was taking place in a fancy hotel lobby since that way it was easier for those who lived out of town to stay there too. Everyone was wearing fancy dresses and looking sharp. Everyone had champagne pr wine in hand. You were with your friends talking about that one guy, Alex, who used to be one of the hottest guys and now was a mess.

“Look at him, he looks crusty as fuck,” said one of your friends and you all laughed.

“Has anyone seen Mirena?” Asked the other.

“Yeah, she has like five kids,” you answered.

“No wonder!” She exclaimed.

“Oh! I just remembered!” One of them almost screamed, “Do you all remember Y/N’s crush? What was his name?”

“Oh! Kun?” Replied the other. You didn’t even remember him. He was so cute, you wonder how had life treated him so far.

“Look at her, she’s daydreaming about him again,” your friends teased you.

“Nooo! I didn’t even remember him. I wonder if he’s coming,” you smiled. Though you never became a couple, you always dreamed about kissing him. So innocent!

As the event unfolded, everyone was having a great time, enjoying the music, the food, and drinks, catching up with everyone.

You and your friends were talking near the entrance when a guy dressed all in black entered the place. You were scanning him trying to figure out who he was.

“Ladies,” he nodded your way, noticing your eyes on him.

“Hello,” you all greeted him.

“Is this the class reunion?” He locked eyes with you, maybe trying to spot you in his mind, and as your friends confirmed him it hit you: this was Qian Kun. His eyes lit up, also recalling you. “Wait, Y/N?”

“Kun?” You gasped. He was so handsome! Oh God! You could almost faint there!

“Heyy! I’m so glad to see you again!” he embraced you in a tight hug. He smelled exquisite, your heart fluttered.

“Likewise! Wow!” You were excited.

“I’ll be meeting with some friends inside, I’ll come back in a few to catch up,” he promised.

As soon as he was out of sight, your friends started ooing and teasing you, “Y/N! He became hotter! How is that possible?!”

“I’m speechless! Wow... he remembered me... and he wants to catch up,” you were amazed.

“Gurl! This is your chance! Get that man! He looks expensive, there was no ring on his finger and he seems interested in you. GET HIM!” They cheered.

And you wanted... you SO wanted to get him, because if in high school he was cute, now he was unbelievably hot!

Everyone was dancing and drinking, you were in the crowd, having fun with your friends when Kun approached you again. “So what’s up? What have you been doing?” He was almost screaming over the loud music.

“Just working hard. What about you?” You sipped your wine.

“That’s great! Remember that my dream was to become a pilot?” He asked, expecting you would even remember his dreams. And he was right, you did remember. When you nodded he continued, “Well, I am a pilot! I have my own airplane.”

“Oh my God! That’s amazing! I’m so happy you could reach your dream!” You were genuinely happy.

“Thanks! Do you perhaps want to go outside? So we can talk better?” He suggested.

“Sure, let’s go!” And he let you lead the way.

Outside, you sat on a bench and kept talking. It was as if you were true friends but he was just a crush, how did he remember you so clearly? If you talked like 5 times when you were in high school it was much.

Being the straightforward person you were, you had to ask, “Hey Kun, don’t get me wrong on this but how do you remember so many things about me? We barely talked back in high school.”

“Y/N,” he chuckled and you swear you could just melt right there, his smile was the prettiest. “You do know I had a crush on you, right?”

The confession punched the air out of you. You were shocked! He never told you and you never told him, and there you were: two fools crushing on each other but never dared to talk.

“Wait... what?!” You couldn’t conceal the surprise in your voice.

“I thought you knew,” his eyes widened in shock.

“You never told me! Nobody told me! Why?!” You both started laughing.

“Well, my friends used to teased us both. I thought you would figure it out, that’s why I never actually confessed. Plus, you know how shy I was,” he explained.

“Kun! Oh God... I had the hugest crush on you too,” you told him while pressing your temple in distress.

“Why didn’t you tell me?!” He shouted in surprise, you supposed.

“Because I thought you were too cute and unreachable for me,” you confessed looking at you feet.

“Well that’s stupid, because I thought you were the prettiest girl in school. And right now, I still think you’re beautiful,” his voice was so mellow, he had you wrapped around his finger.

“Thanks,” you could feel your cheeks getting hot.

“Look at me,” his hand forced your head to look him in the eyes. “We still have time to catch up,” he smirked.

“Oh yeah?” You dared him.

“Mhm. How about you give me your number?” He was being smooth and you loved seeing him struggle. Then he seemed to remember something, “Oh! Right! Are you married? Do you have a boyfriend? I forgot we are at that age.”

“Neither of those. I am as lonely as a cloud,” you sighed.

“Good. I mean... good that you don’t have anyone so we can talk,” he seemed desperate when he realized what he said. It was really funny.

“It’s okay! I understood!” You placed your hand on his in assurance.

You spent the rest of the night between your friends and dancing with Kun. Your friends kept bothering you with him and you had to told them what happened outside, which made it worse because now they were doing everything to get you two together.

“Y/N is sleeping cozy tonight!” They cheered with champagne.

“Stop! No!” You laughed.

“The pilot is taking you to the clouds tonight! Woooo!” You were all having so much fun.

The event came to an end and everyone left to their respective homes or hotel rooms. You were staying with your friends in the same room, so you all took the party to there.

You were laying on the bed when your phone started ringing.

“Hello?”

“Hi,” Kun’s voice whispered in your ear giving you goosebumps. Your friends stopped doing what they were doing to hear your conversation.

“Oh, hi!” You said cheerfully.

“What you doing?” This was a normal question, but his tone wasn’t normal at all. His voice was breathier than usual.

“Just here, in the hotel room,” you played with your hair.

“You’re staying here too?” He asked.

“Mhm,” you confirmed.

“Great,” his tone was lower. Your friends had their eyes fixed on you and you widened your eyes and bit your lip in signal that he was being hot.

“What do you mean?” You asked with all the intention of hearing him confess that he wanted to spend the night with you.

“It’s great that we’re just steps away from each other,” his smoky voice had your head spinning.

“Mhm,” you agreed again.

“Do you have any plans right now?” He inquired curiously.

“Not really. Do you have something in mind?” You were using your sultry voice and your friends gave you a thumbs up.

“Well, I was thinking maybe you could come. We could talk some more, if you want of course,” he was such a gentleman. “I’m just here in my bathrobe drinking wine.” What could you do with that piece of information? You imagined his body under that robe, his tussled hair and his fiery eyes.

“Sure! Give me your room number, I’ll be there in a few,” your whole skin was ringing in excitement.

“305. The door is open, but if you have any problems, knock.”

“Will do!” And with that you hung up.

“Spill out!” Your friend shouted.

“Bitch! He invited me to his room!” you screamed.

“GET IT! GO!!!! Go get that dick!” Cheered the other.

“Oh my God! What should I wear?!” You were panicking.

“Do you have a nightgown?” Asked your friend.

“Not really, I have these PJ’s” you pulled then to the sides modeling them.

“I have one that might fit,” she went to her luggage and pulled out a maroon silk nightgown with a robe. “Here, try it on.” You went to the bathroom and it fitted perfectly, so you went out and all your friends started complimenting how good you looked.

“Now, go there and have fun with the love of your life,” your friend said as she fixed your hair.

You took the elevator and at the third floor, you walked slowly until reaching the 305. The door was open ajar and you could see the light turned on. You hesitated for a second but the pushed the door slowly. “Kun?” You called slowly.

“Come on in!” He shouted from the inside and when hearing his voice you got the confidence to continue. You closed the door at your back.

Kun was sitting on a sofa with a glass of wine in his hand. You suddenly felt yourself getting hot but you tried to conceal it with taking your hair out of your shoulders.

“Take a sit,” he signaled to the space by his side, “Feel at home.”

You felt his eyes on you, studying you from head to toe. It made you laugh so you told him, “What?”

“Nothing,” he shrugged, “you look beautiful.”

“Thanks,” you felt like melting.

“So, how has life treated you? Tell me more about yourself,” he said as he extended his arm to reach the wine bottle to fill his glass again.

“Life has been hectic, but at least I have a job that I like,” you shrugged.

“You drink?” He offered you a glass full of the reddish liquid.

“Sure, thanks,” you accepted it and quickly took a sip.

“Where do you work? If I may ask,” he relaxed on the sofa.

“In a travel agency,” you smiled because you found it funny how he was a pilot. Your jobs complemented each other.

“Oh! So you are giving me more work? I see,” he faked being offended.

“Hey! At least I’m giving you more money,” you laughed and he laughed with you.

“That’s true! But I’m glad that you’re doing good.” He sighed remembering how life was easier before, the moments in high school, your beautiful smile.

“What about you?” You interrupted his thoughts, “tell me about how you got to be a pilot. That should be exciting.”

“Definitely! I had to study hard though. But it’s a great satisfaction when you finally get there. The first time I flew I was very nervous, but then I felt the freedom and an immense peace. Being there between the clouds is an amazing experience.” He was looking at the distance, looking so passionate about what he was saying. It was wholesome and sexy.

“Maybe I can take you to fly with me someday,” he blinked and then looked at you smiling.

“I’d love to,” you giggled. You don’t know if it was your imagination due to the almost gone wine in your hand or the spark of the moment, but you felt he was getting closer. Like magnets, you were getting closer as if it was natural. Kun stopped centimeters away from your mouth and whispered, “Can I kiss you?”

“Please,” you blurted. There was nothing that you wanted more than to kiss his plump lips; you’ve been wanting to do it since high school.

He did the final move and his lips touched yours gently. His breath smelled like alcohol, probably the wine he has been consuming. His lips felt like everything you imagined, so meaty, so soft. He then pulled away, leaving you wanting more. Kun stood up from the couch and walked to the bathroom. You were so confused, did he not like it?

“Let’s go to the balcony,” he offered you his hand to take when he came back and you did.

You two sat outside, talking about life events while drinking more wine and watching the city lights.

You felt your eyes heavy, maybe from the wine, maybe because you were sleepy, but you didn’t want to go yet, you wanted to spend more time with Kun, maybe watch the sunrise together from here.

“Y/N,” he called you softly.

“Yes?” You smiled. He placed his hand on top of yours on your thigh.

“Do you want to go back to your room? You look sleepy,” he smiled back in assurance. He was such a gentleman, you wish he knew you just wanted to jump on him.

“Kun...” you whispered.

“Yes, darling?” Your stomach knotted at the pet name.

“I thought you wanted to... you know...” you tilted your head insinuating the word but not saying it.

“I wanted to what?” He looked puzzled.

“To... have sex with me,” you blushed.

“Y/N, honey,” he got closer to you, “you have no idea how much I want to make love to you. But we’re kinda tipsy, I don’t want to do something that you may regret later. I better have you in all your senses so we can both enjoy it, you know?” Could he be more perfect?

“I agree,” you nodded.

“Let me take you to your room.” He stood up and took you hand, helping you get on your feet.

On the way back to your room, he embraced you, keeping you warm. At the door, you felt a sudden melancholy and didn’t want him to leave. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep in contact with you, we’ll go out soon.”

“I’ll be waiting for you,” you smirked and he smirked back. He pecked your lips and left.

Kun and you kept talking on the phone and finally arranged a date. He kept his promise and would take you to fly with him. You were excited to share this moment with him and to try something new. You were talking on the phone the night before.

“Are you excited about tomorrow?” He asked.

“Yes! I can’t wait!” You giggled.

You heard him giggle too and then he sighed, “I wish you were here right now.”

“What was that? What for?” You were intrigued.

“I don’t know, I feel we really get along. I enjoy your company,” he confessed.

“That’s cute,” you cooed.

“Yeah... but I also can’t wait to kiss you,” you heard him chuckled. He was so naughty!

“I can’t wait to kiss you either,” there was a change in your voice, from shy and cute to sultry.

“Do you have plans at night?” His voice got lower.

“Nope, I’m all yours tomorrow,” you were following his game because you knew where he was leading you to.

“Hmm... that sounds sexy, all mine,” you could almost see him smirk.

“Yes, all yours,” you assured him.

“How about we come home to relax a little?” He suggested, but you knew what he meant.

“I’d love to,” you sighed imagining all you would do, you really couldn’t wait to have his hands on you.

“What’s wrong? You sighed, are you not feeling comfortable?” He really was the king of consent.

“Oh no, it’s not that! On the contrary...” you cut the sentence there.

“On the contrary...?” He was encouraging you to continue.

You were on the mood for some fun, so you decided to tease him. “I’m just imagining all the things we could do at your house.”

“Mmm... and what would that be?” You heard him shuffling on his bed.

“I don’t know... sexy things,” you shied.

“Don’t be shy baby, tell me what do you feel like doing to me?” Kun whispered.

You gasped at the name, he caught you off guard. “Kun, I want your hands on me.”

“Baby, I would love to touch every inch of your skin,” he said in a groggy voice.

“I want you, Kun,” you sighed.

“I want you too. You have no idea,” he snarled.

“I can’t wait,” you admitted.

“Mmm... I’m getting so turned on right now,” Kun confessed in a groggy voice.

“Are you?” You breathed.

“Yes. Keep talking to me like that and I might have to jack off for you,” he hummed.

You gasped, “So dirty!”

“Dirty is what I’m going to do with you,” he chuckled evilly.

“Oh yeah? And what is that?” You wanted to hear him say it.

“Oh baby, I’m going to fuck you so good you’ll be begging me for more. Everyone will know my name because of how loud you’ll be screaming it. Im gonna have your legs shaking so much, you won’t be able to walk the next day,” he groaned and you moaned in response because that’s what you’ve always wanted, to have Kun make you his.

“Would you like that?” He inquired in a raspy tone.

“I’d love that,” you purred, smitten by the idea of being between his arms after the action.

“Then... I’ll see you tomorrow, alright? We’re gonna have so much fun,” his voice changed suddenly to his normal tone, you supposed he was trying to control himself.

“I can’t wait,” you smiled.

“Bye bye,” he said softly and hung up. He was torturing you so much, teasing you to then forget about it and start being too respectful. You loved he was a gentleman, but right now, you just wanted to be disrespected and fucked into unconsciousness.

The next day, he picked you up early, you got breakfast and then were headed to the airport where he had his plane. He took your hand and kissed it, making you blush, and then held it on his thigh while driving. He looked so sexy today with his dark mane knotted in a tiny ponytail. “Are you nervous?” He asked.

“Yes. Very,” you chuckled trying to sound it was fine.

“Relax,” he caressed your hand with his thumb, “It’s gonna be fine and you’re gonna have so much fun once we’re up there”.

“I’m excited!” You gave him a big smile, “but I’m also nervous because you’re here.”

“Oh? I make you nervous?” You saw his little smirk.

“Yes! I mean, you’re my forever crush and we’re here, together,” you shrugged and he laughed.

“That’s so cute,” he kissed your hand again.

“Stop that! I’m gonna die because of blood loss in the rest of my body!” You whined.

“You’re too cute,” he cooed.

Once you got to the airport, he talked to a lot of people, presenting you as his special friend. While waiting for the preparations for flying, he hugged you from behind and kissed your cheek. You giggled and he laughed with you. “What are you doing?” You asked between laughs.

“Loving you?” He pecked your shoulder.

“I like the sound of that,” you purred and he hugged you tighter.

“Sorry to interrupt,” one of the workers walked in while you two were being all lovey-dovey. “Everything’s ready sir,” he indicated to Kun.

“Excellent, let’s go!” He took your hand and you walked to the airstrip.

Kun jumped inside the aircraft and pulled you by his side. He buckled you up and placed a headset on your head. “This will drown the loud sounds and you’ll be able to hear me,” he explained and you nodded.

Your whole skin tingled in excitement, there were tons of feelings in your head. He looked at you as making sure you were okay and when seeing your wide smile he leaned in and pecked your lips.

He started pressing buttons and then he pushed a lever and the machine started to move slowly and then faster and faster and faster. You felt your heart on your throat and you closed your eyes tightly because you were scared.

“Don’t close your eyes, Y/N! Feel the freedom!” Kun screamed. And a few seconds later you felt your soul was left on the ground while your body was flying.

“Scream it out! WOOOOO!!!!” Kun was full of adrenaline and it was so funny so you imitated him. “WOOOOOOOO!”

“YEAH! THATS IT!” He encouraged you and then started touching buttons again. You had closed your eyes unknowingly and when you opened them you were over the clouds. You felt breathless, you were frozen, staring with wide eyes your surroundings. It was beautiful! The sky looked so blue and the tiny white clusters resembled pillows floating in the sky. You felt an unfamiliar peace, it was strange yet so soothing. Now you know why Kun loved being on the clouds.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” You heard him comment.

“I... I have no words. This is unreal,” you said amazed.

“This view is as beautiful as you,” he complimented you and you felt the hotness on your cheeks.

“Now I understand why you love so much being up here, it’s relaxing,” you sighed.

“Yeah, it’s a great stress reliever,” he explained and extended his hand to place it on your thigh.

He kept piloting and trying to scare you moving the aircraft suddenly or spinning it slightly. You had so much fun!

When you finally landed, you felt lightheaded. Kun noticed it and slyly wrapped his arm around your waist to hold you. He thanked the guys who helped him and said goodbye to then walked you two to his car.

“Are you hungry?” He asked while starting the engine.

“Very!” You admitted.

“Did you have fun?” He looked straight at your eyes.

“Yes! It was amazing! Thank you,” you placed your hand on his and he turned his to intertwine your fingers.

“I’m glad you had fun. Now let’s eat!”

He took you to a restaurant and there you talked more about your high school days while you ate delicious food. When you were finished he was looking at you with inviting eyes, you lowered your gaze to avoid blushing again, but since he didn’t stop looking at you, you whispered “What?”

“Nothing,” he shrugged, “Just admiring your beauty.”

“Stop!” You giggled and he started laughing.

When you got to the car again you were both in silence, but it wasn’t awkward, it was a silence on longing, of knowing what would come next; the moment you both have been yearning for.

His house was almost a mansion, so spacious and fancy. You were dazzled as soon as he opened the door: it was so bright, full of crystal windows, it was like him. You felt the air change as soon as you crossed the door. Kun stood in front of you and pulled you closer by the waist.

“Can I be honest?” He asked in a murmur.

“Of course,” your skin was tingling in anticipation of his confession.

“I was doing my best effort here to control myself, but I really, really, really, want to make love to you,” Kun said in a hoarse whisper.

“Why aren’t we doing it already?” Your mouth talked before you could think.

“I didn’t want you to think I just wanted to fuck. I really wanted to catch up with you, converse, maybe kiss and then if you wanted, we could make love.” He sounded so confident and he was being such a gentleman you just wanted to jump on him. Your pupils dilated and you gulped trying to conceal the sudden heat you felt, you didn’t know what to do or what to say.

“Kun... I so want you to make me yours,” you said in a breathy tone. There was a long silence between you two, but suddenly, as if you were reading each other’s mind, you embraced each other, kissing fiercely. Kun guided you to his room, where he laid you on his bed and leaned on slowly to kiss you again. His mouth traveled to you neck where he pecked, licked, and nibbled gently. Your breath was getting heavier and the clothes started to be a nuisance, tugging at each other shirts, hands sneaking underneath the fabric, eager to feel skin on skin. “You’re okay with this, right?” He asked breathlessly in the middle of savoring your neck. “Hell yeah!” You growled and he hissed in response.

He took off your shirt and you his, the pieces of clothes flying and landing on the floor. Kun kissed his way lower and lower until reaching your breasts, which he exposed by pulling your bra. “Mmm... so perfect,” he hissed at the sight of your hardened nipples. You ran your hands down his arms slowly, enjoying his body heat. “What if I do this?” He licked your nipple while looking at you as in waiting for your approval, but you just nodded desperately and moaned, “Oh, I love it Kun...” He continued playing with your bosoms until they were all wet with his saliva. He kept his trip down your body, kissing until reaching a little lower than your navel. Kun unbuttoned your shorts and slid them down your legs, leaving you in underwear. He left butterfly kisses down your legs and back up. He was so close to where you needed him, his breath tickling your clothed core. Your toes started to curl in expectance.

“Mmm... I can’t wait to taste you, I bet you are so sweet,” his raspy voice made you whimper.

“Kun, baby, please... I’m sooo wet for you.”

“I can see that,” he commented while pulling your panties to the side. The sudden brease made you jump and he held your waist to keep you steady. “Just lie back and let me take care of you, would you?” You just nodded rapidly and relaxed on his pillows.

Kun gave a long first lick to you slit and you gasped while looking at him, seeing how your juices sticked up to his tongue. He hummed and licked again, this time diving more.

“Oh! Oh my god Kun...” you hissed.

His lips enclosed your clit and he sucked hard, ripping a scream out of you. “Ah! So good!” Your hands flew to his head. He kept licking, sucking, making slurping sounds. His mouth was moving faster along with his tongue and you were feeling the knot in your belly trying to snap. “Fuck! Please! Kun, I’m gonna cum,” you cried.

“You wanna cum on my tongue?” He stopped for a second to take a breath and then continued his ministrations.

“Mhm! Mhm! You’re so good with that tongue!” You mewled and started moving your hips trying to reach your release. Kun started flicking his tongue faster until you felt the bliss of the orgasm, a strangled keen letting him know. Kun kissed your thighs, your belly and then reached your lips. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered and then caressed your cheek.

While you regained your breath, you could see the strain in his pants and you couldn’t wait to have him inside you, so you extended your arms and unbuttoned his jeans.

“So eager, my love?” He chuckled surprised.

“Yes, please fuck me Kun. I need you,” you pleaded desperately.

He groaned at you begging for him, he loved it. “You want me to fuck you, huh? You’ve been desperate for getting this dick, haven’t you?” He snarled while sliding his pants and briefs down his legs, finally freeing his mouth-watering length.

Kun pulled you to him by the arms, making you sit on the mattress. “Let’s take off that underwear. I wanna have you skin on skin, feel every inch of you on me,” he whispered while unclasping your bra, your already ruined panties long forgotten on the floor.

He went for a kiss and you both fell on his pillows again slowly. After what seemed an eternity of kisses, he asked, “Are you ready for me, baby?”

“Yes, Kun,” you ran a hand down his back before he kneeled on the bed right between your legs. He took his dick by the base and started teasing you, collecting your juices with his tip. He then stopped at your hole and pushed slowly inside you. Kun bit his bottom lip while your mouth formed a silent moan. He bottomed in you and then pulled back, both hissing at the sensation. He kept thrusting you slowly, admiring how he was stretching you.

“Mmmm... you’re so tight baby.” He closed his eyes enjoying the feeling.

“You feel so good, Kun,” you said in a shaky whisper. You were feeling so full of him, you wanted him closer, so you held his hand. He kissed your hand and like understand your message, he leaned over, caging you between his arms. He kept plunging into you while looking at your face and kissing you now and then. The weight and heat of his body felt amazing on you and the fact that this was Qian Kun, your forever crush, had your whole body buzzing with excitement.

Kun had his head near your neck and he took that chance to whisper sweet things in your ear. “Such a good girl. You feel so warm around me. You’re perfect.”

The room was a feast of whimpers, moans, and grunts combined with gentle touches and passionate kisses.

“Kun baby, fuck me harder please,” you begged chokingly.

He hummed and said, “You want it harder, babe?”

“Mhm... please,” you nodded frantically. He propped on his forearms and started snapping his hips faster, the bed creaking in complaint. The sound of skin hitting skin invaded the room while you screamed your lungs out from pleasure. “God! Kun! I love it! I love you!”

“I love you too, princess,” he said through gritted teeth.

Suddenly he stopped. “Crap! My arm!” He had a cramp and you found it so cute, you started to laugh. He started massaging it and then bursted in laughs too.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you assured him, “Let’s get comfortable and enjoy this moment.”

His impulse was to kiss your cheek. You were so sweet and understanding, he really made a catch with you.

“Now, where were we?” He smirked and you just opened your legs to receive him again.

Kun placed your legs on his shoulders just to reach that cushioned place that would send you to bliss. “Fuuuuck, right there!” You moaned, circling his neck with your arms. He increased his pace hitting you just right. You were clenching him, indicating that you were close.

“Give it to me, let it out babe,” Kun panted. But you didn’t want to stop, you wanted this moment to last forever. Your body betrayed you and your sweet release came soon. “Ohhh yeah, Kun... fuck!” He loved you expression of satisfaction and kept going concentrated on it.

“I love to see you enjoy my dick, you’re such a good girl,” he hissed. A few minutes later, he pulled out and came on your stomach with a loud grunt. He kissed your lips and then laid back for a moment to gain his breath.

“Wow, that was amazing...” he was still panting.

You chuckled tiredly in response, “Yes, I loved it.”

“Let me regain my energy for a moment, I’ll go get you a towel,” his eyes were closed but he looked happy.

After what seemed like forever, he looked for a wet towel to clean the mess he made on you, but he had a better idea. “How about we shower together?”

“We’re at that stage now?” You asked joking with him.

“If you want, of course,” he shrugged.

“Yes, let’s go!” You jumped off the bed all naked, grabbed him by the arm and pulled him to the bathroom with you.

The shower was a fun experience and you were already imagining this happening every day and your heart shrank.

You were at his bed now, cuddling and talking about the future. “Y/N, you really make me happy and I’m glad we reunited again.”

“I’m glad too,” you smiled and kissed his exposed chest.

“I only went to that party to see if I could find you, and look at us now, between each other’s arms, sharing a bed...” his hand caressed your arm absentmindedly.

You looked up to meet his gaze, “I love you Kun.”

“I love you too, princess,” he kissed your forehead.

You thought he fell asleep because there was a moment of silence, but then he proved you wrong by calling your name.

“Yes?” Your hand reached for his cheek.

“Marry me.” He didn’t ask, he declared it.

You were shocked at first, your heart was beating so fast, but your mouth talked before your brain could process. “Yes.” No questions asked. You knew each other for so long, you saw you had a great chemistry, why not marry the love of your life?

“Let’s fly together forever.”

[justasparkwritings]

NoFacetober {12}

Previous: Day 11

Pairing: Wizard Kim Seokjin x Witch Reader

Genre: Witch/Wizard AU, Smut

Rating: NC17

Warnings: Swearing! Oral Sex! Blindfold!

Word Count: 657

NOFACETOBER hosted by @bangtanbathhouse​

  Day 12 : Dark

Master List 

           Seokjin has been kind and gracious, letting you braid your hair back, take off your make up, all while playing whatever sexy-mix he’s got queued. He’s being so kind, and you know it’s about to end with whatever mischief he has planned. Dinner was the best date you’ve had, an evening etched into your mind. But tonight, this is what Seokjin’s been excited about all evening.

           “You ready?” He asks, stepping from the bathroom with a silk black scarf. He’s stripped down to his briefs, and you immediately feel upset that you won’t get to watch his face, his expression changing, lust and power and want taking over his usually jovial expression. He’s already dropped the humor, watching you undress and put your clothes away – he’s made comments, whistled, ogled you. You’re feeling hot.

           “Yeah,” You nod, having already set your glasses on your nightstand.

           “Okay, you tell me if it’s too tight,” Seokjin kneels on the bed behind you and brings the scarf across your eyes. He ties it securely, not allowing it to create an impression on your skin. Once tied, the pads of his fingers trace down the column of your neck, delicately and intricately tracing patterns over your shoulders.

           “I want you in the middle of the bed, can you do that?”

           You nod your head, the darkness of the blindfold heightening our senses. Seokjin moves to give you space, and you scoot back and upwards.

           “You’re good at this honey, maybe I should blind fold you more often,”

           “How about next time you’re feeling frisky, I’ll blindfold you,”

           “Oo, I like that,” Jin laughs.

           The bed dips again, his weight hovering over yours, legs slotting himself between yours. He starts at your abdomen, plump, succulent lips pressing kisses onto your skin. You want to squirm, to raise your hips, to press into him, guide him lower and lower until he’s exactly where you want him. But he’s in charge tonight. Seokjin is practiced in your body, learned in what pushes you to the edge, what winds that coil deep within you, what gestures and motions make you quiver. He’s studied your reactions, craved your satisfaction and memorized the crescendo of sounds your vocal cords emit. Years of being intimate with each other have afforded him the privilege of loving your body, every stretch mark and scar and tattoo and piercing. He loves you, always has, and he loves the moments when he gets to use his body to send yours into pleasure.

           Seokjin swiftly pulls your underwear down and off your body, his broad shoulders keeping your legs apart as he hooks his arms under your thighs. He loves every part of your body, but your thighs hold a special place in his heart.

           “Be good for me, yeah?” He asks, dipping his two longest fingers too separate your lips.

           “O-okay,” You stutter.

           He dips his head, nestling his nose against your hood and extends his tongue, his first lick of your clit teasingly light. He repeats his motion, once, twice, three times before he starts applying more pressure.

           “Jin,” Your first moan is strained. “More.”

           He takes your guidance, drawing a wishbone shape up one side, twirling his tongue around your engorged clit before drawing down the opposite side. It’s torturously slow, building up your pleasure like bricks in the Pyramids, if the pyramids hadn’t been built by enslaved people. His tongue seeks your wetness, using it in conjunction with his saliva to create a delicious friction. Your hips buck, seeking more pressure and pleasure from him. Your hands card through his hair holding him to you, tugging and causing moans of satisfaction to vibrate against you.

           “Jinnie,” You coo. “Don’t stop.”

           Jin can sense it in the way you move, how your voice is beginning to pitch higher and higher. You’re getting close to breaking, and he wants to feel you around him as your climax crests.

           “You want more?”

Next: Day 13

[witchyxmalfoy]

TWO SNAKES AND A BADGER

Pt. 2

Pairing: Draco x reader x Cedric Diggory

Warnings:

part one: none

Part two: smut (female receiving)

Part three: ??

Based on 4th year events (but making characters age appropriate for this theme lol) slight love triangle between reader, Draco and Cedric. The ball doesn’t go quite as planned, Draco sees it as the perfect opportunity to teach reader a lesson.

•••

You just had freshened yourself up for dinner walking down the steps to the common room. Pansy, your best friend lunged for you.

“Y/N! I’ve got loads to tell you!” She squealed pulling you down in the arm chair across from her.

“Guess who asked me to the ball.” She said wiggling her eyebrows. You were already late for dinner and you honestly didn’t care terribly much as the dark haired girl flapped her arms like a bird, trying to contain herself.

“Uh.. dunno. Blaise maybe?” You questioned

“No course not! Draco! Draco just asked me to the ball!” She squealed grabbing your shoulders and pulling you into a hug. Your arms laid flat to your sides, eyes wide in confusion. You couldn’t tell if she was excited or just trying to rub it in.

Your heels clicked down the hall on your way to dinner, the castle was candle lit and you could see a light snow fall through the vast windows.

“The slimy git. Really thinks he’s all that. Bastard.” You muttered to yourself.

Running footsteps came from behind and finally caught up with your brisk walk. The boy grabbed your arm to pull to back.

“Going to the ball with fucking Diggory are we? You must be joking Y/N!” The blonde shouted, venom dripping from his teeth.

You kept walking, not even planning to mention him asking your best friend to the ball.

You felt him yank you back again by you wrist and push you against the nearest wall. One arm trapping your head the other dipped down to grab your chin. You were forced to look at his darkening eyes now as he chuckled darkly.

“You knew. Didn’t you darling? You were supposed to go with me. But now.. well I had to make other arrangements.” He feigned a pout.

You ripped out of his grip on your chin.

“Well if Cedric cancels, you’ll be the first to know.” You said in a sarcastic tone as you adjusted your tie and finished your walk to dinner.

You had not seen nor spoken to Draco at all the rest of the week. He now had Pansy hanging from his arm like an ornament. It truly did make you sick hearing her overly loud giggles from the shared tables of the slytherin house. You would always catch him staring at you from across the potions classroom, or purposely go out of his way to the library when he knew you would be there studying. When he did see you though, he would make the effort to push Pansy into the bookcase nearest to you and snog her. He did look miserable to put it lightly, which made it not so bad.

Saturday finally came around, you stood in your shared dorm with Pansy as you listened to her fuss about her dress.

“This dress, it’s ghastly on me. You try it on Y/N” she sighed handing the beautiful dress, it was sheer on the top, only using gem stones to cover the chest area, and a flowing black satin skirt was attached.

The dress fit like a glove, cascading around your hips and down your legs. The large slit from your upper thigh on the dress, combined with a nip slip waiting to happen, left little to the imagination.

Pansy gasped when she saw you and threw her hands over her mouth

“Y/N! It’s so lovely on you, Cedric will faint!” She said, fixing your hair into a low, sleek bun.

The two of you walked down the grand steps towards the great hall, all eyes were on the both of you as you parted ways to your dates.

“You look, so beautiful Y/N” Cedric said sweetly taking your arm.

You couldn’t help but feel another pair of eyes burning through the back of your head. You turned to see the blonde looking dapper in white and black dress robes. He gave you a quick smirk as he kissed pansy’s hand. You rolled your eyes and followed your date into the beautifully decorated hall. The sky was bewitched to be snowing, and everything was decorated with winter flowers.

You had danced the first dance with Cedric and the other champions then made your way to the punch bowl. You heard Cho Chang and couple other Ravenclaw girls talking just to the left of you- glossing really.

“Ah poor ceddy, I can’t believe you turned him down to go with Harry, Cho. Look how handsome he looks on the dance floor.” The red headed Ravenclaw girl said.

“Well, he does look quite nice doesn’t he.” Cho started,

“But, just last night he begged me to change my mind to go with him. That poor Y/N girl had no idea. He told me she was last resort... so i agreed to meet him in his dorm tonight.” She continued.

The two other girls giggled and hushed Cho.

“Slytherin girls, am I right? Will go with anyone desperate enough to take them.” The red head said again.

You had listened enough, throwing your cup into the punch bowl and rushing out of the hall. You quickly made a right turn into the washroom.

Draco had seen the conversation play out and decided to follow you to the washroom.

You grabbed the sink breathing hard, trying not to spill tears on your makeup.

“If it isn’t the Slytherin princess herself. What brings you here Y/N.” Dracos voice came from behind

“I’m not in the mood Malfoy. Piss off” you snapped.

“Oo not very friendly. Heard what happened with your little date.” He said coming closer to you

“Well I don’t see your date anywhere either Malfoy. Why’d you follow me anyway?” You sniffled trying to mask that you were about to cry.

“To make sure you learned your lesson.” He whispered darkly, now pressed up to your backside. You looked up at him with a puzzled look through the mirror in front on you.

“W-what do you mean Draco..” you stammered

“I think we both know what I mean darling..” he gently folded your dress up and over your backside so you were now exposed to him, only a small triangle of black lace covering you. His deep voice went straight to your heat, feeling your thighs already becoming damp.

He rubbed your ass with the palm of his hand and then- whack. It came down upon you

“That’s for going with Diggory in the first place.”

Another smack.

“That’s for this pathetic excuse for a dress. No one else should be able to see that but me.”

Another.

“And that is so you know who you belong to.” He nibbled on your ear as you whimpered at the now glowing red handprints. He raised his hand one more time above your ass,

“Who do you belong to.” He seethed

“Draco you! Please.. I need you.” you whimpered desperately trying to rub your legs together for friction. He tsked and kicked your legs apart.

“Be a good girl, and be quiet for me. Okay darling?” He stoked your cheek bringing your face up to look at him through the mirror. You nodded still whimpering a bit as he shoved two fingers in your mouth. You swirled your tongue around them, sucking his digits. They left your mouth with a ‘pop’. He slid your tiny lace panties to the side and teased his spit covered fingers over your folds from behind. You bit your lip to hide a moan.

“Such a good girl.” He purred, slowly sliding his two fingers into you at once.

You gasped and let out a louder moan. Feeling another harsh slap to your ass you covered your mouth again.

“What did I say.. keep quiet princess.” He said now pumping his fingers at a rapid pace and spreading them apart inside your dripping walls. You scrunched your eyes shut head falling back onto his shoulder as you moaned quietly and softly in bliss. He curled his digits to hit the soft skin inside you that made your legs shake. He used his other arm to snake around your waist holding you up against him. Your knuckles turned white from the death grip you had on the sink.

He pulled his long dripping fingers out of you painfully slow. The loss of his fingers was dreadful, until you felt his hot breath fanning over your heat. He was bent down behind you, gripping the back of your thighs to steady you, as he kitten licked your folds before plunging his tongue into you. You tightened around nothing, but judging by the state of your trembling body and your wetness dripping from his chin, he knew you were close. You brought a hand to your mouth, biting it so hard, almost drawing blood as you tried to contain your moans.

“D-Draco.. I’m close..” you spoke shakily.

He hummed in amusement against your soaking pussy which sent vibrations through your core, and gave your ass another smack. This sent you over the edge, you were now a moaning mess. Not caring who heard as you mumbled his name over and over. He lapped up the juices that weren’t released on his tongue and licked up your thighs before muttering praises into your ear.

“I’m not done with you princess, let’s take this elsewhere.” He smirked helping your trembling body stand straight.

[scxrsgxrd]

After subby Mickey loses the game, maybe she doesn't punish him right away. She just tells him she's going to later, which drives him even more crazy. She's not even punishing him yet, and he doesn't even know what it will be, but he's dreading it and trying to sweet talk his way out of it. That's when she decides he needs to be quiet, and whips out the new ball gag she ordered online. Maybe she ordered other toys too. Whatever she needs to remind him she's in charge 😈

Anon, you read my mind👀

“What now, mommy?” Mickey’s voice was meek, and he had just lapped up the last drop of his cum off her thigh. The salty taste lingered on his tongue, and he watched as she inhaled deeply, sliding her thumb across his still parted lips.

“Mommy needs to work, baby.” She purred, placing a light kiss on his forehead before she swung her legs off the bed and padded to her desk.

“But.. but,” Mickey started, but she glanced at him over her shoulder, signalling for him to keep schtum. 

Mickey gulped, he knew he should comply, that any act of disobedience would only worsen his correction; but he had lost her game, fair and square, and the nagging voice in his head was desperate to know of his punishment, of her prize.

Surely it can’t be worse than the cage, right? Right. Nothing can be harsher than having my dick compressed against a metal cage for the whole damn day.

Mickey nodded to himself, but he knew that he shouldn’t underestimate her. He also knew that he shouldn’t be pushing his luck, but the anticipation was making his head throb, he had to know what she had in store for him, he just had to.

“You know I’ve been a good boy for weeks, I at least deserve a hint.” Mickey whined, standing up and scurrying over to where she was seated, his large hands connecting with her shoulders as he placed a light kiss on the nape of her neck.

Mickey’s girlfriend didn’t have many rules when it came to their domestic life, for the most part she left him to his own devices when they were home together, allowing for him to snuggle up to her on the couch as they watched one of his favourite low-budget horror movies. But, there was one instruction she had laid out on the table: when she was working, Mickey was not to disturb her. Mickey knew this, of course, but any scrap of self preservation was lost to the overwhelming feeling of apprehension he held towards his impending punishment.

The thing about Mickey was that, when he was anxious, the word vomit occurred. Once the word vomit started, there was just no stopping it, and whether she was working or not, it was happening.

“Do you want some coffee? I can make you a coffee.” 

“You’ve been working for like, ten minutes, it’s time for your break.”

“I really think we should talk about this. I mean, can’t we play the game again? I didn’t understand the rules.”

“I think a punishment is a little harsh, don’t you? I mean, I could do something else instead? I’ll do laundry for the next month, I’ll cook you pancakes every morning for the next year-”

He was cut off by his girlfriend pushing her chair away from her desk and rising to her feet, humming to herself as she knelt down next to the bed and pulled out a box, a box that Mickey had seen many times before.

“Come here.” She ordered, and Mickey side-stepped his way over to her, wary of whatever instrument she was going to produce from her box. But she sat down, her legs crossed as she waited for Mickey to settle himself down opposite her.

“Now baby, what rule do we have for when I’m working?” She placed the box on her lap, her fingers coiling around something he couldn’t quite see. He swiped his tongue over his bottom lip and craned his head upwards to get a peep into the box, but she cocked her eyebrow and shook her head.

“M’not supposed to disturb you.” Mickey muttered, lowering his head to give her the full effect of his puppy dog eyes, his shoulders falling as he stuck out his bottom lip.

“Don’t try that shit with me.” She hissed, setting the box aside as she kept her weapon of choice in her hand: the ball gag she had ordered online a few days earlier.

“You know your mouth can be.. wonderful.” She leant forward to give him a small peck on the lips, retreating almost immediately after her lips had made contact with his.

“But right now, I think you need to be reminded of our little rule, of who exactly is in charge.” She rose to her feet, the ball gag still in her hand as she stepped around the back of him, kneeling down once more. Mickey shivered as he felt her forefinger trace down his spine, her breath on the back of his neck as she unbuckled the gag.

“Open wide.” 

He parted his lips as wide as he could, closing his eyes as he felt her reach over his head to position the gag, and seconds later he felt the rubber ball sit just behind his teeth, preventing him from closing his lips. She tightened the strap, buckling it up once she was happy that the positioning was comfortable for Mickey.

“Now, I want you to listen to me. If you want this to stop then you tap on my forearm twice, okay?” She helped him stand up, tilting her head to gaze at him as he towered above her. Mickey nodded, he could already feel copious amounts of saliva building up in his mouth behind the ball, and his jaw was beginning to ache.

“You’re going to keep the gag in until I finish my work, maybe then you’ll learn that my rules are not optional.”

It was only a matter minutes before Mickey felt his stomach gargle, and he watched as his girlfriend suppressed a giggle as she furiously typed in response to an email. Mickey groaned, picturing the leftover pizza he had left from the previous night, which only made him salivate further. He lay back on the bed, hands cradling his stomach as he found himself fantasizing about the pizza he had saved for that night, the pizza that had a stuffed crust and extra cheese. 

When he watched his girlfriend close the lid of her laptop he tried to exclaim halleluiah, but it came out as some sort of muffled groan. He frowned and furrowed his eyebrows, deeply hating the fact that he couldn’t vocalise his relief at the end of her work day.

She approached the bed, and Mickey whipped round so that she had easier access to the buckle, but she laughed. This laugh wasn’t a hearty one though, it was a mischievous one, the one she used whenever she had thought up a new correction for Mickey.

“You look so pretty with that gag, little boy.” She stroked her hand through his hair, and Mickey felt his cheeks flush at her praise.

“So I figured I might keep it in a little longer. See, that’s not the only thing I bought.” A smirk formed on her lips, and Mickey’s eyes widened slightly. He knew that this was it, that her reward for winning her game was forthcoming.

Her box was still on the floor, and she laid her eyes on the other toy she had purchased: the spanking paddle. She snaked her fingers around the handle, bringing it before Mickey’s gaze so that he could study it for a few seconds.

“I want you on your hands and knees honey, with your cute little ass in the air for me.” She gave him a smile, but he knew it was disingenuous. Mickey positioned himself on all fours, and he felt her stroke the paddle against his left ass cheek, giving it a small tap before moving on to his right ass cheek. He could already feel the excitement getting to him, the glimmer of agitation in his stomach as she kept sliding the paddle against his ass.

She wasn’t going to spank him right away; she wanted the eagerness to build up within him before she made her first move. It wasn’t long before Mickey was trembling, a muffled whine leaving him as she continued to only lightly tap him with the paddle. He jolted as she slid the paddle between his legs, pressing it against his cock, making his back arch and another, louder whine erupt from him. Once she felt that he was already hard, she knew it was time for her to begin.

The paddle balanced in her hand as she angled it towards his left ass cheek, bringing it outward before slamming it against him, the noise echoing around the room as it made contact with Mickey’s skin. Mickey groaned, the faux leather was harsh against his soft skin, the stinging sensation beginning to spread across the cheek as he fisted the bed covers beneath him.

“You like that, baby? You want another?” Before Mickey had chance to respond she spanked him once more, and this time a bright red mark greeted her once she pulled back. She knew that as this was Mickey’s first time with a paddle, she had to take it easy on him. 

Her hand grabbed his right ass cheek, giving it a small squeeze as she watched Mickey shudder, his knees buckling slightly as she rolled her palm against him. There was pre-cum leaking onto the bedcovers, and saliva dripping down Mickey’s chin and onto the pillows beneath him. She set the paddle down and tapped on Mickey’s hip, indicating for him to position himself so that he was facing her.

When she removed the ball gag Mickey rolled his jaw left to right, he was sure that he’d had lockjaw, that once she removed the gag he’d never be able to speak again. But, after a few minutes he was able to comfortably close his mouth again, and there was one thing he knew couldn’t wait any longer.

His pizza.

He sprang off the bed, almost forgetting about the spanking he had just endured, and immediately winced and doubled over. The stretch of jumping up had only irritated his already sore ass cheek even further, but he was determined to get to his pizza, even of it was the last thing he did.

His girlfriend watched, her face a picture of confusion as Mickey did a kind of jump skip down the stairs, and after each step she could hear his “ow, eee, oo.” until he had finally reached his pizza. There was a loud, distorted squeaking sound as Mickey plonked himself on the couch to the devour every last scrap of the Italian delight he had been daydreaming about.

As much as she wanted to reprimand him for shooting off without paying her any mind, she couldn’t help but feel a smile spread across her lips at his almost adorable yet bratty tendencies.

[fairyqueenofthedragons]

Witch in the Woods

A bit (lot) late but life happens. Thanks to Library Forest for giving me the inspo to write more for this :)

(Find Chapter One with a search of “Fk ch 1″ on my blog) 

Come chat with me on discord: https://discord.gg/nwwcSQSUjh

OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO

Seth slunk through the bushes and trees until he reached a faint crooked path.

He was glad that there hadn’t been any brambles, that would’ve sucked. But he’d finally gotten on the path, even if it was just a small one. Barely there, like animals had wandered through here enough to cut a path but not enough to clear it.

He paused on the path, studying his sleeves for ticks. There didn’t seem to be any, he’d basically drenched himself in bug spray so hopefully that worked well enough.

He hadn’t seen any ticks so far, so high hopes!

He stooped then and stacked some rocks into a small pyramid to mark the point where he joined the path.

He was pretty sure he’d be able to find his way back regardless, but better safe then sorry. If he did end up taking too long, then he might get caught by Grandpa.

He hummed as he rummaged through his cereal box, studying the compass he pulled out.

The path seemed to be running northeast, though he’d started off heading east. The undergrowth was getting thicker though, so the path was a good reason to head off course a little. It would be far easier than trying to cut through the shrubbery with his pocketknife.

His dad said no to buying him a machete.

Life was unfair.

Seth straightened once more and studied the path.

He shivered despite the warmth, it seemed almost foreboding. The tall trees stood close together, letting through very little sunlight. The bushes waved, and he eyed the large spider crawling up the side of the tree. A gnarled black tree with thorny leaves almost seemed to reach for him.

The forest almost seemed alive, but that was silly. He wasn’t living in a fairy tale.

Seth straightened. It was fine! He was going exploring in a cool forest and he’d bring back a shiny rock or something to show Kendra that it was perfectly safe.

He paused, glancing at the rocks he’d collected.

Yeah none of them were shiny enough for Kendra, she liked sparkly, pretty things.

He’d find something.

He definitely did not jump when something rustled in the bushes but did dig out a small pair of plastic binoculars from his cereal box.

He scanned the area slowly but didn’t see anything interesting.

He shrugged and headed down the path, not making it twenty feet before an animal emerged from the undergrowth onto the path.

He froze, it was a porcupine. It’s bristles gleamed in the faint light and it’s eyes seemed too sharp and intelligent.

It studied him for a moment, then started towards him.

He quickly backed up, it’s slender quills shiny and sharp and very very close.

Weren’t animals supposed to be afraid of humans? Maybe it had rabies? That was bad right? Kendra would definitely tell on him if he got bit by an animal with rabies.

Maybe it just didn’t see him, he was perfectly camouflaged with his camouflage shirt after all!

He stopped backing up and straightened up, trying to look big. He stomped a foot hard and growled at the porcupine.

It stared at him for a long moment, seeming almost unimpressed a it’s nose twitched, but then it turned away and scurried off the path.

He let out a breath, that had been a bit scary. If he’d gotten bitten, or worse covered in those quills, he would’ve had no chance of hiding his excursion into the woods.

And worse, Kendra would stop him from coming back out.

He wished Kendra had come, she might’ve screamed, or spouted some boring fact about porcupines that would’ve made it seem tame. He could have made fun of her instead of being frightened.

Not that he was very frightened of course, but it felt… exposed being stared down by the porcupine with all those bristling quills. He should probably be careful to not step on one in the undergrowth.

He wavered for a moment, wondering if he should head back. He’d come a long way though, and if he went back with nothing to show for it Kendra would say she told him so and then make him stay in the yard for the week.

He nodded, he needed to find something interesting first, to show off to her. Then he’d go home. It wouldn’t be hard to find his way back.

Seth headed off down the trail again. He studied the trees and growth as he passed, noting the trees with moss and lichen growing on them (don’t some mosses only grow on one side of the tree? Or is that all of them? Or something else? He swears Kendra talked about it on the car ride). There was ivy twisting around some trees too, he’d have to be careful cause they might be poison ivy.

He frowned as the path forced, before checking his compass. The right one went northwest, and the other due east. Seth decided to stick with East.

Slowly the trees began to space out, and the shrubs grew lower and more spread out. The forest slowly grew brighter as well, and he was able to see around much further.

He was studying a cool red bird that was watching him from a tree when he noticed something strange.

There was what seemed to be a wall of ivy just sitting in the woods to the left of the path.

That certainly seemed interesting, maybe there was something cool there he could bring back to show Kendra. That would show her, she’d definitely come along next time and he could show her the ivy wall.

He grinned and headed off the path.

The dense undergrowth almost seemed to cling to his legs, the plants darker than the rest of the forest, and he was pretty sure that the one bush was covered in poisonous berries. He shoved through it all, pausing by a tree as he realized that the wall of ivy was actually some sort of structure, overgrown with ivy.

He shifted, something seemed off.

The forest was quiet.

He shook his head, it was fine, it was just some ivy. Honestly why was he so worried.

He trudged closer, studying the ivy. He wasn’t sure what the structure (a shed maybe?) was made of, probably wood but he couldn’t see it beneath the ivy.

He managed to walk around the shed, and faltered when he stumbled onto another path, with a circle that stopped right in front of the opening to the shed.

“Hail, young master,” crooned a silky voice.

Seth spun, looking into the shed and seeing an old woman.

He resisted the urge to shudder. She looked bad.

She was old and wrinkled, with matted white hair that almost seemed yellow. In her wrinkled hands she clutched a knotted rope that seemed to be covered in blood and saliva.

Seth wrinkled his nose as he glanced at his face, trying not to cringe when she smiled, showing missing teeth. Her filmy bloodshot eyes were locked on him and her smile stretched the purple scab on her face, which was matched by more on her arms.

She stood up, supporting herself on the stump.

“What brings you to my home?” the woman asked.

Her voice was lovely, like a song, and did not match her appearance.

He swallowed, noting how tall she was despite her state.

“I’m just out for a walk,” he said carefully. “Do you live out here?”

She nodded, “I do indeed. Would you care to come inside for some tea?”

Seth almost stepped forward, almost, but he caught himself.

Something was off.

“No, sorry, I need to get back in time for lunch or my sister will be upset.”

A fool proof plan: blame Kendra. It always worked for getting out of stuff at school.

“Oh of course,” she crooned. “It’s just been so long since I had a guest. Strange for you to be wandering about alone, what about your sister?”

“She’s doing summer homework,” Seth said immediately. “And it’s my grandpa’s land so I get to wander some.”

“Oh?” she said. “You’re old Stan’s kids then?”

“You know my grandpa then?” Seth asked.

“Oh, certainly,” she grinned. “He’s my landlord after all.”

Seth nodded sagely, “Well nice to meet you, what’s your name?”

“Don’t you know it’s rude to not introduce yourself first?” She chided lightly.

Something told Seth he shouldn’t give her his name, he was reminded of the old tales from his grandpa.

“I’m-“ Seth wracked his brain for a name. “I’m Aaron.”

Sorry Aaron his friend from school, first name he could think of.

“A pleasure, Aaron,” she said with gleaming eyes. “I do wish I had known you’d be stopping by, I must look frightful.”

“You look fine,” Seth lied. “Ms…”

She ignored his question, reaching behind her stump.

“Let me show you something interesting, in apology for being so unprepared for a guest.”

“I’ll send a note ahead of time next time.”

She smiled, somehow looking dangerous despite her appearance.

Seth blinked at what she pulled out from behind the stump. A little wooden man.

It was less than a foot tall and made entirely of dark wood. It was plain, not clothes or painted features, just wood held together with tiny gold hooks where the joints would be. It had a stick in it’s back, that the woman took hold of.

Placing a paddle on her lap, she began to make the puppet dance by moving the stick. It was rhythmic and reminded Seth of Kendra when she did tap dancing, before she picked up piano.

“That’s a cool… puppet,” he said.

He should really get out of here, it felt wrong.

A rat scurried behind her stump and Seth looked away.

“It’s not a puppet, dear Aaron, it’s a limberjack.”

“Where’s his ax?”

“Not a lumberjack, a limberjack,” she chided. “It’s known by other names, a clog doll, or a jigger, perhaps a dancing dan?”

Seth shrugged.

“Well, I call him Mendigo. He keeps me company in this old shack of mine. Why don’t you come over, I’ll let you try him out.”

“I better not,” he said, something was very off. Her eyes were too bright, her smile too sharp, the doll too smooth. “I need to get back; my sister won’t be happy if I get delayed by crazy old witches in the woods.”

Her eyes flashed, “Old witches in the woods give the most interesting presents to those that treat them with respect.”

Seth shrugged, “I don’t need any presents. I’m just wandering. It was nice to meet you-“

“Leaving so soon?”

“I’ll come by another time,” Seth offered, having no intention of ever coming back. “Bye, Ms…”

She didn’t give her name, “Perhaps one last game before you leave, Aaron?”

His instincts told him to leave now, “Sorry, no can do.”

“Just one moment,” she crooned. She put the wooden doll away and pulled out a box and a shining gemstone. “I’ll even show a prize now. Simply touch the back of this box, and you may have this gem.”

Seth hesitated, he could sell the stone, after showing it off to Kendra, and have a lot of money.

But…

But this lady seemed crazy, dangerous, unhinged. And she still hadn’t given him her name.

“I’d rather play with the puppet,” he said. “I have to go. Bye crazy witch.”

“So insolent,” she mused. “Children these days really do as they please. Should you leave on this note your journey home may not be so pleasant, young adventurer.”

He shivered, her tone was dangerous, the air seemed heavy.

“I’m in a hurry,” he offered as he inched around the shed. “Lunch is soon.”

She hummed, her eyes closing as she raised a hand.

He didn’t take his eyes from her though she made no move to follow, her mumbling making his hair stand on end even when she was out of view.

As soon as he reached the far side of the shack he bolted.

Plunging through the undergrowth he dashed back to the path, pushing past the poisonous and dark plants that seemed to mirror the shed of the witch lady.

He glanced over his shoulder and though he saw no sign of her he couldn’t help but shiver. She had looked so wretched and smelled so foul and her challenge…

It reminded him scarily of one of Grandpa’s stories.

A witch in the woods.

But those were just fairy tales, everyone knew they weren’t true.

Seth couldn’t help but feel unsafe as he reached the path. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t following, or that he knew she couldn’t be a witch because witches weren’t real. Something was off and he needed to get back to the house.

Compass in hand he hurried down the path, glancing down at it to confirm the path he winced at the sudden sting in his ear.

He spun, seeing a pebble fall to the ground.

Who-

He looked around, but no one was there.

Could it be the old woman?

Another object struck him in the back of the neck, making him spin again, just in time to find an acorn flying at him.

He dodged it, tense as he noticed a rat scurrying through the bushes.

That was from two different directions.

He flinched, jumping back as he heard a cracking noise, like wood splitting.

A huge tree limb fell where he’d just been standing, a few leaves and twigs swishing him as it did.

The blood drained from his face.

If he hadn’t jumped back-

That could’ve killed him.

He swallowed, looking around, but the dark forest offered nothing.

A large spider crawled up the side of a tree, a rat scurried through the bushes.

Vague murmurs seemed to follow him as he took off at a sprint down the path.

Whispers crawled up his spine, stones and acorns whizzed at him as he ran, stinging his arms, back, legs. He ducked and wove and then cried at as something snatched at his ankle.

His hands ached as he tried and failed to catch himself. Rocks dug into stomach, his cheek was wet, blood? He scrambled for his ankle, finding nothing there. His ankle throbbed with pain, did he sprain it?

That had felt like something hard and thin, like a strong cord. A trip wire? But how? There hadn’t been one earlier, and the woman couldn’t have done it even if she’d started running the moment he’d passed out of sight.

There was a cracking noise above him, and he rolled over just in time for a branch to hit the ground where he’d just been.

Stumbling to his feet he winced at the pain in his ankle, wiping his cheek and swallowing hard at the blood on his hand.

There was a rustling noise behind him, and something that sounded almost like a laugh.

The bushes seemed to stretch out, dark and foreboding.

He flinched at the cracking noise of a dry branch behind him, and then he took off again.

He tried to watch where he put his feet, flinching at ever stone thrown at him.

He raced past the place where the trail forked and sprinted back the way he came.

He wondered if the fairy tales held some truth to them and he’d angered a witch.

But no, those were just tales. This was ridiculous, the lady must’ve had a friend close by or else this wouldn’t be possible.

His breathing was labored, gasping for breath as he felt his lungs struggle to draw. No, not having an asthma attack now, worst outcome.

He forced himself to keep going, ignoring his own wheezing, the heat in the air, the seat on his forehead. He had to get to the house.

He stumbled to a halt, breath a strangled wheeze. He knew that gnarled tree on the side of the path. He’d seen it when inspecting the path.

He used it as a reference to find the pile of rocks, but they were gone. He knew this was where he’d made the pyramid…

Leaves crunched, a cracking noise echoed above him.

Seth took a quick look at his compass to confirm that he was heading West, then dove into the forest.

Earlier he’d walked this at a leisurely pace, studying all the trees and bushes and flowers and toadstools and every unusual rock he could find. He’d even saved one or two. Now he tore through the forest at full speed, his vision blurry and his breathing strangled. The undergrowth clawed at his legs, thorns that hadn’t been a concern before tearing at his pants. Branches whipped against his face and chest, more blood dripped from his face.

And that’s not even counting the continued pebbles striking him, nor the second time he fell (his ankle throbbing, definitely injured now, and the trip wire made of a hard cord sitting innocently in the trees).

Finally, wheezing and gasping and clutching his chest, the energy his panic wearing thin and his strength lagging, he glimpsed the house up ahead.

The sounds of pursuit faded away as he stumbled into the yard, safe at last.

OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO

The wall opposite the windows in the playroom had multiple rows of bookshelves and a few wardrobes.

She had searched the wardrobes, thinking of Narnia as she searched through them.

Though she found no secret passages, she did find some very nice jackets, a few even fit her!

There were also little drawers built into the inside of one of the wardrobes, and it held all kinds of jewelry, hair pins, and assorted beauty supplies. There was even one drawer that just seemed to have hidden weapons.

The one bracelet with a skinny blade hidden inside was very pretty and Kendra wanted. Seth would probably find them super cool too.

She’d thrown a few of the jackets that were his size there (there were even cloaks and she’d absolutely claimed one cause… cloak).

The books on the shelves looked very interesting, and Kendra was definitely gonna devote time to reading them, but they didn’t reveal a secret door either.

She’d searched with a stool tool, reaching even the highest shelves.

They did reveal something else though.

Now Kendra was holding a leather covered blue book, with gold letters on the front and edging the pages. The Journal of Secrets.

It was very fancy, and held shut by three sturdy clasps, each with a keyhole. The final key from Grandpa didn’t fit any of the keyholes, but the two she’d found earlier did.

She heard someone stumbling up the steps and quickly put the book back on the shelf and pocketed the keys. She didn’t want Seth joining in the puzzle, that was her thing.

Seth charged through te door and slammed it shut behind him.

She opened her mouth to chide him but faltered when she took in his appearance.

His face was bloody and so were his hands. His pants had tears in them, and his knees looked a bit bloody as well. He was covered in dirt with leaves and twigs stuck in his hair.

Most worrisomely, he was wheezing hard.

“Seth!” she hurried over to him. “What happened? Oh no, lets get some water, and bandaids. Can you breathe? Do you need your inhaler? Stars how did you get so torn up?”

Seth dug through his emergency kit, struggling to breathe and his hands shaking.

“Here,” Kendra said, taking it from him. “I got it.”

She found his emergency inhaler buried at the bottom, and the spacer and shook the inhaler before putting them together, then handed it to Seth.

He struggled for a moment, letting out a strangled cough as he tried to hold his breath.

In, out, in, out, in, and he breathed out all his air, then quickly put the mouth piece in front of him and hit the inhaler, breathing in.

He held his breath for a few seconds, counting silently, before he let it out and broke into a coughing fit.

After a moment he repeated the process.

Kendra turned away, digging through her own bag to find the heart rate monitor.

“How did this happen?” she asked, handing it to him to check his oxygen level.

“Uh, was in the forest-“ he coughed “-and found… found- old lady. Like a witch, she lives in the woods-- in this old hut-“ he paused to catch his breath, coughing more.

“An old lady living in the forest?” Kendra wondered. “Did she attack you?”

“No, but-“ he coughed “-seemed like… whatsername, from grandpa’s stories, the witch in the forest. Stars what’s ‘er name.”

“Muriel?” Kendra asked. “The old wife from like 160 years ago?”

“Yeah- the one locked, in a shack, with the magic rope. The lady, had a rope, and uh-“ he coughed and winced when Kendra shot a pointed look at his inhaler.

He shook it, then copied what he’d done earlier, letting out a breath after about ten seconds.

“Well uh, had a creepy doll too. Wouldn’t say her name.”

“You didn’t tell her yours, did you?” Kendra sked worriedly, checking his oxygen and frowning when it was at 92. That’s lower than it should be.

“No, I said my name was Aaron. But-“ he paused for breath “-but I left, cause she creepy with  creepy box and stuff, there was something, someone? Multiple people?” he broke into a coughing fit and paused to take deep breaths.

“People did something?”

“Threw rocks,” he got out. “Lots. And a trip wire… and branches fell, almost hit me. Big ones.”

Kendra frowned, Seth didn’t have asthma attacks very often anymore, so something definitely happened, and he’s bleeding…

“Did you see anyone?”

“Just some… spiders… and rats… no people- ‘cept her.”

He stood straight, and a check of the monitor said his oxygen was 93.

Good, he’s recovering.

“Do you think Grandpa Sorenson knows he has a creepy old lady on his property?”

“She mentioned him,” Seth said, his breathing still strangled but he could talk easier. “And if she is’a witch then-“

“Those are fairy tales,” Kendra argued. “She definitely sounds creepy though, you shouldn’t go back into the woods.”

“You should come with next time.”

Kendra frowned, “Next time? Seth you’re bleeding! You apparently got attacked by a creepy old lady!”

“Yeah but-“ he paused “-I found a cool thing. And you said if I found a cool thing-“

“I said if you found a witch in the woods you weren’t going back,” she pointed out.

“Okay she’s not’a’witch then!”

Kendra huffed, “Lets get you cleaned up.”

Seth frowned, “I wanna explore more later. I’m gonna.”

“If you come back again scratched up and bleeding and having an asthma attack I’m telling Grandpa,” Kendra said. “That’s dangerous.”

“Fine, sure,” he coughed. “I’ll stay ‘way from the place I found the lady.”

Kendra frowned, but pulled out a water bottle and some napkins from her bag.

Seth brought exploration tools, she brought medical supplies.

“Stay still so I can clean up the blood.”

“You wanna come next time?”

She hummed, getting to work, “We’ll see.”

OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO

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What did you think of Seth's encounter? What about Kendra's looking around the room? How about what they talked about at the end?

I had to cut out the treehouse scene, it didn't fit but I'll put it in a bit later.

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The Greek goddess Hera, but she divorced Zeus and she's lesbian?

Hera’s Mirth 

(Thank you for the prompt... I love it so, so much.)

Setting: Mt. Olympus and wider Cyprus; time/period is unspecified

Trigger Warnings: Mention of illness and toxic relationship

Euphrosyne is pronounced you-fross-in-ee; yes-goose-find-right-body-zoom-kit-night-free 

Mirth (noun): gaiety or jollity, especially when accompanied by laughter; amusement or laughter

Hera was done. Done with her husband,, done with his infidelity and recklessness, done with pretending she liked him at all. She was the Goddess of Marriage and the Family, but that did not mean she stood by bad or toxic relationships.

“I want a divorce.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure babe, go wild.” Zeus said, not listening as always. Instead he was peering down from Olympus, probably with his eye on another poor mortal or nymph. Hera would usually feel obliged to curse the girl and show all actions had consequences, even if she couldn’t curse the King of the Gods himself.

“You don’t understand.” Her hand slammed onto the table in front of him, eyes shining with rage. “I am the Goddess of Marriage. And I’m getting a divorce. As of...” She glanced to the marble sundial behind him, watching the shadow move to the hour. “...Now, I am a free woman, and you will rule alone.”

With the first genuine smile she’d made in millennia, she turned on her heel and stalked from the throne room, peacock gown trailing in her wake. She could already hear her throne crumbling behind her, but felt no grief in loosing her position. It’s not like she was allowed to do much ruling, anyways.

Bitterness clogged her laugh as she materialised in the mortal world, wandering through the streets of Cyprus in pauper’s dress. It was her birthplace, and she was glad the people seemed to be thriving, couples wandering the streets and buying goods with faces stretched into grins. Only one of these pairs, she knew, would have a rocky relationship, and for that small number she was glad.

“Miss!” A cry came from her right, as a small girl tugged one her arm. “Do you have any spare change? My mama’s ill and we can’t afford the doctor.”

“What about your papi?” Hera lent down to the girl - she had always had a soft spot for fully mortal children. “Is he at work to care for her?”

“No, Miss.” The child shook her head and bit her lip. “Papi is sick too.”

Hera felt a pang in her chest, and wondered if this compassion would last. “Then I will pray for them.” She cast a few golden coins into the child’s hands, who ran off a great deal happier than before, and made a mental note to shout at one particular step-son later. Apollo ought to do all of his job, not just the fun parts.

Hera continued down the street, in search of a particular soul. She hummed quietly under her breath as she made her way up the hill, godly speed and strength carrying her up without much effort. It left her mind free to wander, returning to the subject she’d repressed for years. It had been far too long, even for her immortal mind, since she’d felt so powerful and free. Maybe it would be enough this time. 

Before her, the hill flattened out and revealed the sunset. It was beautiful, a million shades glowing and pulsing in the warm dusk air. Bright and brilliant, it would have blinded anyone less than a god. Perhaps there was no need to shout at Apollo after all. But it wasn’t the most beautiful sight Hera saw, as she wandered toward the cliff edge, eyes fixed upon a lithe figure bathed in shadow.

The ex-queen’s voice became gentle as she gazed upon the mortal with her watery oxen eyes. Gentle and quiet, to hide its fearful shake.

“Excuse me,” She was glad she didn’t have to breath to survive, because the view of soft brown hair framed in gold stole it all from her. “Is this spot taken?” 

“Sorry, I’m waiting for someone.” The whispery voice was music to her ears, so much so she considered falling to her knees there and then. 

“What if they’re the one asking, Euphrosyne?” A gasp left her lips as the mortal turned, standing within seconds. Her round jawline trembled, green eyes full of tears that were never meant to be hers.

“You... you came.” Was all she whispered before the dam broke and tears carved their tracks into her dark cheeks, brow furrowing in relief. For the first time in years she laughed, full of her usual joy and mirth. 

“Of course, darling.” Hera’s arms were open wide, and the woman threw herself into them. Tears filled the Goddess’s eyes, hidden from her lover’s view, and almost fell into the curls as Hera carded her fingers through them. Soft, gentle and joyous, Hera knew she should outlive lifetimes more. 

Like their hearts had.

“I missed you.” Hera admitted, quiet enough so no hidden deity would hear, but clear enough for her favourite person to smile again. That person pulled away to show her smile, white teeth sparkling in the fading light, like the moon reflects the sun. “I swear on the River Styx,  Euphrosyne, I’ll never let myself miss you for so long ever again.” The wind howled at her oath, Euphrosyne’s eyes widening because she knew better than most what it meant to break that oath.

“Does this mean you... you know...”

“Am no longer married? No longer Queen? As free as I want to be? Yes.” Hands fitting into each others perfectly, they sank to the grassy floor. 

“And how free is that?” Euphrosyne’s voice was wrecked with controlled emotion, but the trademark smile still graced her. She grinned with her eyes, a true smile that Hera could not have longed for more, as the mortal studied their entwined hands. In particular, her thumb rubbed against the Goddess of Marriage’s ring finger, shadow of a ring still visible despite the accessory's disappearance. 

“Not free at all, if you would have me.” Their hands were lose once more, suddenly they ached to hold one another again. Yet only Euphrosyne’s palms were empty, because Hera held in her hands a ring more gold than the sunken sunk, topped with a gem shining and sparkling in a peacock’s hue. “Please, love. If I can make you immortal again, we can be together for eternity.” All caution was to the wind as Hera confessed to the one she needed most. “I love you.”

The words barely left before Euphrosyne’s lips were on hers, arms around her neck as Hera’s own made their way to her waist, pulling each other closer, begging to be inseparable. The kiss (oh, how Hera had longed for that kiss!) was short but powerful; the two of them felt more heavenly than any other blessing could have made them.

“Yes.” Euphrosyne rushed, glowing with more than just joy as the ring slipped onto her finger: a perfect fit. “I love you Hera, yes!” Golden light erupted from her chest and she burst into flames, consuming every inch of her mortal prison, hitting Hera full force with fire and ice, leeching into her veins and tugging at her heart. The light soon faded and Hera changed into her immortal figure - a mortal form would do no good as the returned goddess before her laughed.

“Hera! Hera, love, I’m back! You fixed me!” The sound was of birds chirping and choir children singing, waves against the shore and ice cubes on a warm day, melting with Hera’s last resolve.

“You were never broken.” She gushed, tears of joy dripping down her chin. “Darling, you were never anything but perfect.”

“Just cursed into this body for a millennia, right?” The Goddess of Mirth was laughing again, joking and letting her joy reign over anyone allowed near her. And to Hera, it made her the most beautiful being in the universe.