#& gn reader

[kleptokure]

Sensitive Soul Jams ‪‪❤︎‬

Burning Spice Cookie, Mystic Flour Cookie, and Shadow Milk Cookie x GN!Reader (separate)

(a bit suggestive !) (inspo from this post, by my lovely mootie ᡣ𐭩 )

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Burning Spice Cookie ⟢

The day was progressing as it always does. The heat blazes down from above, and the scent of spice wafts through the strong breeze. The Tribe of Wild Spices seems to have everything under control since the capturing of Kulfi is showing positive signs.

There was not much that their lord needed to step in for. Golden Cheese Cookie was captured, and he would receive the remainder of his Soul Jam in due time. It would appear the afternoon could not get much more grand.

Although he craves havoc, Burning Spice Cookie settled for an activity less disastrous: a playful brawl between him and his lover.

It never fails to be a joy when roughhousing with you. The outcome of the battle can only be anticipated. Either he wins due to his pure strength, or you do by catching him off guard with your quick wits. Regardless, he will revel in the result. A fight that is not so dull is rare for him, so he appreciates your liveliness.

Nearing the canyon close to his temple, the two of you commenced a battle. Burning Spice Cookie charges at you with his weapon in hand and a large grin plastered on his face. You dodge him by a smidge, your arm brushing against him in the process.

Burning Spice Cookie's smile falters, and his movements come to a slow, giving you an opportunity to strike. Yet you do not, due to noticing the change in his behavior. It is not the most common to see him with a poker face, causing you to rethink the prior moments.

You did not attack him; rather, you had some momentary contact. With his Soul Jam, to be specific. It was quite brief, but you find there to be no other reason for his slight stillness. It is obvious his desire for battle remains, so it would be silly to think otherwise. Testing the matter once more would be the sole way to find out.

Your chances are cut short when his normal behavior returns, a chuckle emitting from his way as he dashes at you another time. Burning Spice Cookie has you pushed against one of the pillars supporting his temple, his parashu near your neck to trap you.

While it seems the position plays out in his favor, his actions also give you a chance to strike up your new objective. Burning Spice Cookie inches closer, his face nearing yours. He can sense the taste of sweet victory already. All of a sudden, his attention is rerouted, and his grin falls flat out of surprise.

The Beast of Destruction detects a soft touch landing on his Soul Jam, a certain hand gliding across the edges of the crimson triangle. The feeling is new to him, and he does not know how to welcome it. The sensation causes a sheet of warmth to fall over him, as if he were an animal going through mounds of petting.

Quickly, he jumps back, putting a distance between you two. Burning Spice Cookie narrows his eyes, looking your way. He can spot the smugness across your face. It is clear you know what you did, and he will get you back for it. Though his mind still lingers on the topic. Why did he feel so weak in that moment?

"What's wrong? You almost had me there," you taunted, snapping him out of his thoughts. For once, Burning Spice Cookie does not have a response. He himself finds the situation to be odd, but he is aware it has to deal with some part of his Soul Jam. Surely he did not grow a flaw, he believes. That would be absurd.

"I will not allow you to crumble so soon," he excused, covering up the truth that you both know. This time, your lover is hesitant to come forth, as he has acknowledged the slight inferiority he gained. Instead, he watches as you dash towards him. Even so, you do not aim for an attack, and Burning Spice Cookie notices. It should be pretty clear on what you plan to hit.

The beast dodges, sliding to the right. You follow right after, causing him to elude you once more. Although he swerves your strikes, your lover finds the circumstances to be hilarious. It is surprising you managed to cause a challenge for him, making him all the more excited. Unfortunately, his excitement led him to a predicament.

While Burning Spice Cookie is fast, you were able to catch up by the slightest inch. He experiences the smallest touch of your palm near his Soul Jam and has to resist himself from going still. He does not know when or why he's gotten so sensitive.

By now, he had decided to stop his evasion. He is the Great Destroyer, a name you whisper with fear. Why is he running from another? It does not matter if that other may be his lover; he should stand his ground.

Burning Spice Cookie stops, and to his surprise, you do as well. Did you grow tired of teasing him? He hopes so, but at the same time, he wishes for more of this little game.

His eyes are trained on you, growing nearer to him with each slow step you take. You stand a breath away from your beloved's face, and your hand rises closer to the Light of Destruction. This time, he will allow you to do such. It would be better for him to find out more about the pestering feeling rather than resorting to negligence.

The moment your palm touches his Soul Jam, Burning Spice Cookie releases a breath. Without words, you press your hand firmly against the shiny red shape. The receiver of your touch feels as if his mind will go to mush. He may have been sweating earlier due to your spar, but now he sweats for a different reason.

Your hand feels so warm, tracing the edges of the triangle engraved to your lover. Burning Spice Cookie wonders if his Soul Jam had always been so delicate. It's rare for a cookie to grow so close to him, so he would have never guessed.

Looking upwards, you lock eyes with him. You have yet to lay your eyes on such an expression. His brows are furrowed, and his constant smile lowered into a shaky frown, like he gained no enjoyment from this. You can hear the uneven breaths that emit from the beast. How funny it is to see him experiencing new emotions.

Burning Spice Cookie raises his hand, which now wraps around your wrist. You assumed he could take no more stimulation; however, he keeps your hand in its placement. The beast grits his teeth at his own actions, refraining from letting any noises escape him. He could already feel a rumble in the back of his throat, and he did not wish for further sounds to come up.

Just to make matters worse for the unsteady cookie, you position yourself lower, now face-to-face with the object of his power. Burning Spice Cookie foresees your next move, and he cannot come to deny it.

Your lips press against the smooth gem, a soft kiss taking place as your final blow. It is nothing short of effective. The cookie with spice carved into his dough, the cookie who spends perpetual time under the blaring heat, feels like he has managed to melt into jam, all because of a small kiss. He had to gulp down the drool he built up, or else he'd create a mess.

You do not plan to end your attacks here. Burning Spice Cookie is fierce until the end when he indulges in your shared spars; it would only be fair to reciprocate.

Pressing your hand to his Soul Jam, you make sure to be firm with your movement. A consistent, pestering rub for him to endure. His grip on his weapon grows weaker, but he refuses to drop it. He feels as if doing such would be a sign of weakness and has not lost this battle yet.

His eyes appear to stare back at yours, yet you get the sense he stares through you. Something must be stuck in that pretty head of his. Too bad you do not know what.

Your hand rubs the borders of his Soul Jam, which seems to be to his liking. You are close enough to hear the whirr springing from your lover, despite the tough front he has on. Just a bit more, and your victory is guaranteed.

Burning Spice Cookie decided to stop fighting against the feeling you give. Leaning into your touch, he strengthens the charge that shoots through him. He has endure many hot subjects, but he does not recall a heat such as this.

You believe your lover's headspace is nothing more than a white space. Burning Spice is entirely zoned out, and you even led him to purr. Although he might not declare it, you have won without a doubt.

With the beast weakened, you lift your hands, cupping your lover's face. As adorable as he is right now, you would like to point out another detail.

"I win," you stated, and Burning Spice Cookie cannot muster up words to say anything against your declaration. If he were not at a loss for speech, he would surely say you cheated. You cannot just abuse the power you hold over him! But, oh well, you did. Besides, he does not appear so displeased over that fact.

Of course, now you are obligated to take care of Burning Spice Cookie until he regains his right state of mind. This is all because of you, anyway. You won't leave your lover hanging, will you?

Mystic Flour Cookie 𖢻

The wind blows a harsh gust after another, a certain flour gusting through the wind. A cookie would think to flee, giving themselves an attempt to escape the pale ailment. It would be useless in the end, but it is amusing to watch them try. For you, the weather is one to take a breath in. There's nothing like the flour fog to stand amidst each day.

Of course, spending the morning with your beloved improves the dawn by a long shot. Mystic Flour Cookie is a lady of grace, and you will always be grateful to have been blessed with the sight of her every day. The cookies that dared to take your lover for granted in her past are nothing more than doughbrains.

You tend to go the extra mile with your care, slowly erasing the misery in her memories during the process. For once, the apathetic cookie could admit she feels appreciated. You must be a gift from the Witches; an apology for her suffering. If so, she has accepted the present with open arms.

Despite how emotionless Mystic Flour Cookie may appear, she makes sure to return your endearment in her actions so you'll never feel mistreated. Many call you a terrible duo due to the anguish you both cause, but all cookies return to flour at some point. Those who think otherwise are doughbrains too.

Nonetheless, even those who are opposed cannot come in the way of your wonderful relationship. The moment as of right now proves how pleasing your connection with Mystic Flour Cookie can grow.

Underneath a dumpling tree, the beast rests in a sitting position. The shade the tree provides offers a nice area to relax. You have your head laid in her lap, a common place to spot yourself in.

Mystic Flour Cookie tends to meditate elsewhere, a location at the top of many stairs, but this time, she decided to take a more scenic route. After the two of you decided to take a simple stroll at sunrise, you arrived where you both are now.

The beast has her hands caressing your face. One brushes against the side of your face, and the other lifts your hair away from your expression, which gives herself a lovelier sight of your features. Her touch is soothing, and her hands are soft when in contact with your dough. Sleep could come easy under situations like this. Yet, a sudden thought appears, keeping you awake. You feel the need to share your ideas with your lover.

"Mystic Flour Cookie," you called out in a low tone. Her motions stop, a signal that you have her full attention.

"Would you mind if we switched places?" With your question out, you wait for her response. As always, she keeps her silence, but you can notice the mental debate ongoing within her head. It does not take long before you receive your answer.

"Very well," your dearest replies. Mystic Flour Cookie does not mind being on the receiving end of gentle touches. After all, she is the main one to give them to both you and her pet haetae. She is sure the change of positions would not be distressing, especially since they shall come from her beloved.

With confirmation presented, you sit up to remove yourself from the comfort of the Beast's lap. The two of you shift until perfection, and now Mystic Flour Cookie has her head placed on your lap. Her veil nearly falls off, but she would not care much if it did anyway.

She appears so divine that any cookie would be jealous that they are not the ones this close. You cannot help but reach forward, your hand taking place on her cheek. Your palm brings warmth to her usually cool dough, and Mystic Flour Cookie leans the slightest bit closer.

Soon after, you fiddle with her hair, combing your hands through the pasty icing, which felt like silk due to how well it was cared for. You can simply hope your dearest experiences the same feelings she gives you.

The beast of apathy would admit that she does feel at ease, so much so that she believes a nap would be in order, even though sleep is not a requirement. It would not be the first time she rested near you, so it would fail to be a problem.

She perceives one touch, belonging to you, idly rubbing the side of her face. The other hand runs through her hair while also being careful not to cause any strands to stick out. A soft sigh makes its way from her lips. She deems the gentle combing more enjoyable. This should happen much more, she believes. Was this the bliss she has been gifting to the guardian of her temple this entire time?

Alas, she felt your hand remove from petting her any longer. Then, your touch begins to trail further up. Mystic Flour Cookie assumed you would undo her bun, to which she would not be opposed, but her expectations fall flat. In reality, your next act is far more alarming.

Your next placement lies onto the light of Mystic Flour Cookie's power, her Soul Jam. Her face twitches for a slight second, which skips past your notice. Even though the weight of your hand was so delicate, her head endures a flicker of going faint. Conditions worsen for the pale beast when you begin to stroke the rhombus-like shape.

She feels strange. Overly so, as if you were embracing her into one of your sweet hugs, but this time around, the tenderness comes stronger. She was unaware that her Soul Jam could bring these sorts of emotions. It is not common for a cookie to get this close to her for such to be known.

At first, Mystic Flour Cookie believes the sense is one to come and go. She would not say she minds it. In fact, the beast nudges into the sensation you have unknowingly offered. Extra affection that stems from you will never fail to be savored on her end.

Though the truth soon brings itself forward. The buzz refuses to dim down; rather, it grows more prominent. It seems it was accompanied by a stronger warmth as well. All the while, your interest in her Soul Jam remains, along with your constant rubs.

Now, Mystic Flour Cookie notices how the heat of her jam feels as if it is increasing. Perhaps comparing this to a mere hug was the wrong choice, as your touch lures out different reactions. Though it is not exactly shown on your lover's face. She still looks graceful, per usual, and you are too concerned with the pale shape to notice her speed in breathing escalating.

While this may appear as a problem for the beast, she makes no attempt to point it out. Pain is not imposed upon her, so there really is no reason to bring this to your attention, she thinks. After all, she has said every inch of your love is to be relished. Mystic Flour is not one prone to changing opinions.

Your hand brushes over the point of her gem, and she releases a shaky breath. No matter your delicate manners, she shudders at each movement, a small tremble in her hands.

"Is something the matter, Mystic Flour Cookie?" Your inquiry catches her off guard, and her eyes open partially. You were bound to notice her unusual behavior eventually, which was unfortunate for her.

"...No," she lied. After realizing her own peculiar gestures, Mystic Flour feels foolish. It is strange for her to act so inappropriately, in her own words. But can she truly hold herself liable? Love did not exist much in her reality, as she believed it would be futile in the end. She becomes greedy when it is given. You know this, don’t you? You surely would not mind. As her lover, of course.

Although she noticed the suspicion laced in your expression, you continued with your curiosity, and your hand placed onto her Soul Jam once more. She hums when you do so. A stronger sound rests on the tip of her tongue, but she refuses to let it be heard.

With the light hue of her dough, she is sure her cheeks are noticeably flushed. She is unable to prevent much of that, as the heat from your contact is much stronger. She rests in a cooler region, so encountering a warmth as this nearly brings her to overheat. You can only point fingers at yourself if she were to diminish to crumbs.

She would not mind, though. Mystic Flour Cookie accepts the truth of her turning into flour, too. If it were to be from your hand, then her bliss would only grow stronger. In her perspective, that appears like a preferable way of crumbling.

Just carry on with what you do. Get used to it along the way. She foresees herself asking for another headpat quite soon. As her partner, you would be delighted to, wouldn't you?

Shadow Milk Cookie 🂱

Swaying side to side, you rest upon a grand chair placed in front of an extravagant show, which was orchestrated by none other than Shadow Milk Cookie, your cherished one.

It is nothing short of a routine, observing the beast commence yet another of his countless performances. All the same, you view each one with fondness. For you, it comes as hard to feel disinterested when he organizes each presentation so meticulously, and it is all intended just for you.

You look ahead, watching the small cut-out of a certain Soul Jam thief grow puny under the sights of his superior enemy. It is always amusing to watch some simple foreshadowing. Clapping your hands, you prompt your host to continue with your sign of approval.

There are a few acts that include this specific scenario. In this particular plot, the ending contains the lovely crumbling of the thief. What more could a cookie ask for? That was a grandiose display.

"Bravo!" You applauded once more, watching as your entertainer bowed down in a show of his gratitude. Roses get thrown to Shadow Milk's stage, not from any definite cookie.

"Thank you, thank you!" He sends his kisses to the false audience. Somehow, they are all sent your way. What a silly accident. Nonetheless, you catch each one.

Shadow Milk Cookie hops off of the platform, floating his way towards you at an eager pace. You hold out your hands, awaiting his own to receive them. Throwing his staff to the side, the deceiver believes your grasp is more significant than a measly stick.

His hands cup yours, pulling himself closer to shorten the distance much too large for his taste. The ill-famed eyes he possesses stare lovingly into yours.

"I refuse to leave such a dazzling host empty-handed. Surely, you require something in return?" You jest, a proper tone held in your speech. Your lover refrains from giggling. He decides to play along with your proper front.

"Oooh, but I could never! Your presence is more than enough," he protested, but that answer fails to satisfy you. Shadow Milk does plenty for your sole benefit. Would it bring him to crumbs just to ask for repayment?

Perhaps you may be lesser in reality, but that means little. You are certain your affection brings him more joy than meets the eye. All you can do is be left to wonder how starved the jester is if affection is all it takes to reimburse him. Nonetheless, that need of his is being met now.

"I believe a dance is in order." Your hands hold a firmer grip as they grasp onto his. Starting up a slow waltz, you coax the deceiver into a dance laced with the genuine adoration you retain for him.

"Well..." He drags on, which would leave you in a brewing suspense, yet that falls short when a soft tune falls upon your hearing. You can assume his answer when a floating gramophone appears out of the blue.

"Since ya asked so nicely, I suppose I can spare a minute or two." You managed to woo your notorious lover once more, an expected outcome. Placing your hands onto his waist, you feel Shadow Milk's arms slide around your neck, ensuring a formal stance. The moonlight peeks through a window, spreading a blue light across the space. The moment feels straight out of one of the many fairy tales Shadow Milk has told.

You move in sync with your partner, eyes heavily trained on one another. He does not blink, you notice. That would probably unsettle any other cookie, but you tend to welcome his odd habits, so nothing much is different.

The dance goes along smoothly, with movements careful and following the pattern of the music. However, the usual bores Shadow Milk Cookie, so he finds it hard to stay within those borders. All of a sudden, a foot steps on yours, causing you to stumble over your planned choreography.

Not to worry, as your trickster here catches you before you could get the chance to fall over. Don't point your fingers at him; it was merely a misplaced maneuver on his end. Though it is hard to believe such when you are aware of how skilled the cookie is when it comes to waltzing around.

"Woopsie!" Not an exact apology, yet you do not plan to scold him or say much else for that matter. With the gramophone's classical music coming to a halt, you believe there should be a closing for your dance that is just as suitable.

You stand upright, having rebounded from your unintended tumble. The soft melody arrives at its stop, and you both stand in your places. Your touch lingers on his satin clothing. The pleasant silence floats by, as Shadow Milk's broad smile gives you the hint that he is beyond delighted to participate in your waltz.

Approaching your beloved's face, you intend to get rid of the gap between you. While the beast would find rejecting your kiss humorous, he cannot deny himself wanting to lean in as well. He does so, closing his eyes in like manner and awaiting the intimacy he craves.

In an instant, his multicolored eyes open at the same moment. His attention is brought to an abrupt case: your lips are pressed to his Soul Jam. That differs much from the mark he had foreseen you gracing your touch with. Your impromptu deed brought out conflicting passions, too.

Your kiss was no simple peck. You ensured a lengthier smooch was made against the Light of Deceit. The extended action allowed more feelings to be processed on his end. It was amusing, you thought, until you raised your sights on your lover's incredulous face. His expression lacked any theatrical essence. Had your joke landed the wrong way?

"Shadow Milk Cookie?" Whispering his name, you are patient for his reaction. While his stare does return to gazing into your own, the deceiver's response is absent. Though, you caught view of the deeper shade of blue swirling on his cheeks. It appears you had flustered the beast in a way untold.

"I didn't know you were ticklish," you teased, your smile curving upwards, while Shadow Milk's lips did the opposite. Being blindsided to the truth goes heavily disliked by him. He was unaware his Soul Jam was so... delicate. You cannot trick the trickster! At least, not in any books he has read. Shadow Milk Cookie may be the slightest bit annoyed, but he could not deny the warm thrill that shot through his body.

Shadow Milk Cookie's feelings resemble a volatile batch of blueberries. One is a bit too sour, making his hair flow around with a mind of its own, and one is just right, sending a pleasant tingle on his tongue. Please, give him another kiss for him to grasp whatever it is he truly feels. It would bring him to crumbs if you denied. The Light of Knowledge still resides within him somewhere.

You seemed eager to deliver, placing a peck onto the slit that is carved into his Soul Jam. Even though your affection was quick to leave, Shadow Milk Cookie giggles on this go-around. He believes he understands now. Some excitement never hurt any cookie. If that is what his new discovery brings, so be it.

Shadow Milk Cookie will allow you to hold this one power over him. If it makes you feel superior, then go right ahead. He is sure your peck is simply tickling him, or something along those lines.

Since your lover does not seem opposed to your actions, you follow your impulse: peppering the pretty shape in more kisses. Once again, you lead a row of chuckles from the cookie that others somehow fear. A hand on your shoulder, Shadow Milk Cookie keeps you in place, tempting you to continue.

Then, Shadow Milk Cookie's laughing grows breathier, almost forming into a soft pant. An overdose of delight hits him in the face. His grasp on you tightens, as opposed to pushing you away. Now digging into your shoulder, his grip serves as a quiet reminder to keep himself composed. He did not expect his outlook to be wrong.

Perhaps the rush he's receiving is a bit much, coming out of nowhere, but he gives no care for that. The jester has never felt such an exhilaration before, and he can't help but want more—to explore the strange pulse you present him with. His eyes dilate due to both excitement and realization. Looks like the power you hold over him is stronger than he assumed.

He can not believe you still persist with your torrents of love. Though his gratitude lies underneath. The amusement you bestow is far too grand to be discarded without delay. So grand that you pressured his mind to blankness, his thoughts blurry as he puts all of his focus on your sole touch.

For once, Shadow Milk Cookie truly believes he will faint. Even though all of his rational urges tell him to stop feeding into this passion of his, he continues. He would rather chase the depths of overstimulation, and he would do so without remorse. Embarrassment was merely sprinkled into his dough.

Unfortunately, the pleasure he seeks was snatched from him. The distance grows when you reposition yourself, backing away from the fervid man. If it weren't for your arms glued around Shadow Milk Cookie, he would have slumped on the cold floor amidst the large, quiet room.

With his head leaned back, he huffs, descending from the high you had brought him to. Though it was shaky, a smile remained etched across his face. The aftermath leaves a buzz residing across himself. Your lover jolts at random intervals, as if lightning struck him with mere gratification.

Shadow Milk Cookie looks your way, attempting to gauge your reaction through his blurred vision. Surely, all of his panting was audible. It would be silly to consider you did not know the measures of your actions.

He spots a smile of innocence iced on your face, but a flicker of mockery darkens your eyes, revealing your real ambitions. Shadow Milk Cookie can not come to say he dislikes your expression. In reality, he was never aware of how intoxicating it is to be inferior for once. He would not be against this as a pastime. Or an all the time.

His stare focuses once you begin to move. Unexpectedly, you approach his brooch anew. Shadow Milk Cookie was always one for surprises, so he would not mind another round of his brain turning to dough.

In the mere second of your breath hitting his Soul Jam, his trembling harshens. Even so, he tilts your way quicken the process. Shadow Milk Cookie believed he would grow accustomed to your onslaughts of kisses, but he could not prepare for your next deed.

Your tongue glides inside of the slit that marks his Soul Jam, coating the crevice with your saliva. That marks the moment you break Shadow Milk Cookie, who releases a high-pitched mewl in response. His quivering will never come to an end at this point. He was left with a shred of sanity before, but now? You have taken his stability and his dignity.

There is only so much the jester can handle. Shadow Milk Cookie goes limp in your arms. He fainted from the pure elation, one he had not even experienced in his earlier days. Maybe now he will stop inferring things about you. It rarely ends well.

At the moment, you have an extremely vulnerable beast in your arms. The power you hold is immeasurable, literally. Yet you would rather his minions not take sights on him. It is not the worst option to keep him to yourself for the time being.

You will be right by his side when he wakes—only to tease him for the way he behaved. And probably go about it again.

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[oystermark]

mark x gn!reader - silly texts

what boredom, exhuastion and yearning for mark invincible does to a mf

[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

i just know that if the reader gets married she won't allow bruce to walk her down the aisle (maybe won't even invite him and the rest of the family)

"HERE COMES THE BRIDE???"

(I'M FINALLY FREE TO WORK GUYS IVE BEEN SO BUSY AND SORRY IT TOOKE ME SO LONG TO DO THISS AHH!!!)

I think it's no surprise that the reader is deadly scared but also really excited about marriage; the reader just loves connection, whether it's platonic or romantic, and genuinely wants to be with them—not because they're in Wayne, not because their mom used to be famous, not because they're famous, but because they genuinely want them. I think they're interesting, funny, and smart. Your heart can melt to be with someone for the rest of their lives, then they're kind of scared because, well, what if it just doesn't work out? The reader has grown up with a lot of bruises from their mom's relationships, and sometimes they last long, but not too long. Love can be pretty warped; they think if they don't find "the one" immediately, then they'll never find "the one." It's just that type of thing. I also don't feel like the reader will be monogamous at first; they go with the flow when it comes to relationships. They'll date her, they'll date him, because each and every person is different, and you get something different from each relationship. Getting married to one person is kind of crazy to them, but when they do meet that special someone, the reader wouldn't hesitate to get married and settle down. They wouldn't believe it at first, but once they feel that pang in their chest, hell yeah, they'll believe it.

And let's be honest here, the bats are not invited to their wedding at all. Your wedding is going to be kind of small, not big and extravagant like Bruce would want it to be. It's small, like in a church, since your mom's kind of religious, and so is your grandma, plus the rest of your family. It's just a small venue with your family on your mom's side and the groom's or bride's family on the other side. Your wedding dress is definitely a little bit simplistic too, with a little bit of lace around your shoulders; the veil, of course, Alfred would definitely do some sewing to make it all come together. Decorating will be done by your mom and your auntie. Everything's going well, the music's great, but who will give you away? Who will walk you down that aisle? Ollie, of course, who is basically a father to you. If it's not going to be Ollie, then it would definitely be Clark. If you're getting married to Connor, he’d be in your ear telling you how amazing you look and how your soon-to-be husband and wife are going to shatter to the floor once they see you, cracking little jokes to make sure you're not nervous, all that stuff.

The love of your life does see you, and they will fall to the floor crying over how beautiful you look. But as the vows are going to be read, the Wayans appear, and it's a whole thing. Damian is yelling and screaming at you because you're marrying—not only that, he's a clone! A clone! Why in the hell would you marry a clone? He has a Kryptonite sword in hand and is ready to cut down Connor. Tim is absolutely gobsmacked that his best friend is getting married to his younger sister (6 months), and he didn't even say a thing—not even the rest of his friends. he's a great detective, of course; last minute, he figures out where the wedding was being held since all his friends decided not to tell him and wait until he figures out. You begged them not to tell him. Jason is definitely in tears—not just because of how pretty you look, but because you just didn't invite him. He would understand why you wouldn't invite Bruce but him—he would set Gotham aflame for you! Why isn't he the one giving you away? Why is that stupid Green Arrow doing it? Oh, and if Roy is the one giving you away, the sense of betrayal that he feels will cut like a knife.

Dick is screaming, "Objection! Objection! Objection!" You shouldn't be getting married; you're too young! You don't even know if he's the one! You barely even know how love works! What, you're 27? Yeah, he's been in love tons of times; he's been married once, and it never worked out. He's trying to save you from the eventual heartbreak or he's trying to keep you all to himself. Bruce is definitely being held back by your uncles and older cousins. I don't know why, guys, but when he catches a glimpse of his long-term rival giving his little girl away at the altar, he's screaming at your mom, saying it was supposed to be him! He was supposed to do it! Throwing decorations, calling them cheap and used up, he could have given you a way better wedding, a prettier dress, and better food for catering.

Duke is the quiet one of the bunch; he's bouncing his leg up and down as he watches the priest read, "through sickness and in health." He's pissed, he's angry—God, he's feeling every single emotion in the freaking book! Are you not talking? You're not even bringing him here! This is your special day; he knows! But really, you don't trust him? You really don't like him that much, but you wouldn't bring him here; then he doesn't deserve to be here. He knows he's done some crazy things and he can be very tough to handle, but that doesn't mean he can't be in a church and watch the wedding ceremony. He's staring up at the small lights around you, and he's making them explode with his powers. He is downright pissed.

[blood-smiles]

𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇. 🩸⚔️

YANDERE! SOLDIER X GN READER MAMA.. A YANDERE BEHIND YOU 💜

[fungifaggot]

Alternative!Mark Grayson x Cat!Hybrid Gn!Reader

Content: fluff?maybeidontknow- like in a toxic, abusive way. Also sexual undertones if you squint.

A/n: I wrote this with Mohawk Mark in mind, but it's not specified at all in the fic.

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You were a test experiment.

Born in a secret base run by rogue scientists, your existence was part of an illegal project looking to engineer animal-human hybrids. They tested everything- bears for strength, dolphins for underwater efficiency, and then there was you: a cat hybrid.

You were gifted with heightened senses such as enhanced smell and hearing, night vision, retractable claws, and improved agility- you were the ideal build for stealth missions. You were a natural infiltrator. A thief. And an assassin. They trained you to move in the shadows, to slip through security, and retrieve things that no one else could.

You didn’t question your orders. You didn’t dream of the outside world. You didn’t even wonder why you existed. You just did what you were told. And in return, they gave you food, a place to sleep, and a purpose.

That was until one particular mission.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, just sneak into an enemy base, eliminate the targets, and get out without raising any alarms.

You moved silently and efficiently through the base. You had already picked off nearly a quarter of their team, hiding the bodies before anyone noticed.

“This’ll be easy,” you thought to yourself right before a blur of yellow came crashing through the wall beside you.

The impact sent you flying. You would’ve landed on your feet if it weren’t for the solid wall of muscle that tackled you mid-air and pinned you to the ground.

He punched you. Once. Twice. And on the third hit, he stopped.

His fist hung above your face, trembling slightly. You were frozen beneath him, dazed, breathing hard. You’d faced enemies before, but none like this. This guy was stronger. This guy could kill you. And for the first time, you felt real fear.

Maybe it was the look in your eyes. Or the way your fur raised in terror. Perhaps it was because he read the collar around your neck- the one that said “Property of (idkicantthinkofsomething) Inc.”

You had just killed a dozen men without a second thought. But for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to hurt you.

The last thing you remember was the sharp snap of him tearing off your collar.

Then everything went black.

When you woke up, you were in a cold, unfamiliar cell.

Your ankle was chained to a stone wall. A new collar around your neck. The chain was just long enough to let you pace a few feet. But that was it.

You stayed in this prison for about two months- at least, that’s what you guessed. The only way you kept track was by scratching tally marks into the wall with your claws.

Life in prison wasnt particularly different from your life before. You weren't treated well, and there wasn't much to do, but you were already used to being the property of someone else.

You spent most of your free time working out, grooming your fur, or trimming your nails on the rough stone wall.

Which is exactly what you were doing when the prison alarms started blaring. You heard loud crashes echo through the building, followed by the deep tremor of walls shaking and falling apart. Explosions rang out in the distance, and flames lit up the darkened hallways.

You were afraid. You didn't know what was going on; all you could hear were the loud sounds of the building falling apart and people screaming. You would have taken this moment to try and escape if it weren't for the shackles keeping you in your cell.

The best you could do was sit on your bed curled in a ball, covering your head in hopes of protecting yourself from flying debris.

"What do we have here~?"

Your ears perked up, facing toward the unfamiliar voice.

He looked familiar; his suit resembled that of the hero who had sent you to this prison. ‘Invincible’ was his name, you now knew. However, this guy didn't smell the same- you could tell he wasn't from around here.

You took a defensive position, extending your claws and baring your teeth with a loud hiss.

"Now now kitty, there's no need to be disobedient," He said as he approached you menacingly.

His voice was dripping with amusement. His words were riddled with laughter, even though it was out of place.

"Does this kitty cat like to bite?" he teased, extending a hand out to your face.

As he expected, you did. You clamped your jaw around his hand the moment he was within reach.

He retracted his hand, unphased by the pain.

"Tsk tsk tsk, bad kitty," he said with an exaggerated pout.

He lunged forward, grabbing you by the scruff, and lifted you up as far as the shackles would let him.

"Bad kitties deserved to be punished."

He pulled on your scruff even harder; it felt almost like he was going to rip the skin right off of your body. You knew he could if he wanted to.

And yet you were being held in the air at his mercy- he undressed you with his eyes. Taking in the entirety of your body, soaking in your beauty.

“We don't have anything like you where I’m from-” he mused, flicking at your sensitive ears, enjoying how you grit your teeth in pain.

“How cute…”

He stops talking for a moment, as if lost in thought, before a slow grin spreads across his face.

“Y’know what? I think I want to keep ya! You’re awfully pretty…”

He pulled your limp body closer to his, your limbs still dangling like a ragdoll.

“What do you think about that?” he asks, his smile growing impossibly wider.

It was a rhetorical question; you obviously didn’t have a choice.

You still hadn't spoken. You were worried that if you did, your voice would tremble.

He gently set you back down on the prison bed, releasing your scruff. His hand slid from your neck to your chin, tilting your head upward until you were forced to meet his gaze.

You tensed, unsure of what he would do next.

To your surprise, he started to move his hand gently, scratching under your jaw.

“What is he doing?” you thought to yourself

It was an odd sensation- getting pet, that is. It was something you’ve never felt before. Your creators never treated you to such affection. This was the first time that you have ever felt the gentle touch of another.

It was rather pleasurable.

You couldn’t help yourself. You leaned into his touch, instinctively pressing your cheek against his hand. His touch made your jaw feel warm, and the way he scratched you hit an itch you never knew you had.

“This kitty likes attention, don't they?” he cooed in a singsong voice, scratching deeper.

Amongst all the screaming and commotion happening in the background he almost missed it- the soft rumble of you purring.

You didn’t mean to purr; it just kind of happened.

The suited man jutted out his bottom lip in a fake pout.

“Awwww, I think this kitty likes me!” he teased.

With a swift motion, he grabbed your shackles and tore them from the wall.

“You’re going to make a perfect pet,” he said with a smirk.

“I think it’s time to take you home with me.”

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A/n: sorry this is short, I ran outta gas towards the end of this one.

[wingedblessing]

JASON TODD HEADCANONS : ESTABLISHED COUPLE VER! a/n: hey guys... erm so what if i told u that i may or may not have forgotten to upload this a week b4 i went out of town n when i DID get back, the electricity went out for a few days.... smiley face. and that this post is a filler too. heh...

his love language is annoying you, yes. if u think he could get anymore insufferable other then being alive, you are deeply wrong.

he would gladly disturb you over anything, from asking the dumbest questions while knowing the actual answers for it, even while you were expecting him to NOT test your patience, to just linger around you while you do the most mundane tasks.

example: him repeatedly asking you to let him try whatever you were cooking, even though he'd already tasted it ten times already. you unfortunately love him too much. depressing, i know.

he also tries to act nonchalant or mysterious in public even while you two are together, you are not him bro. 👎👎

hogs all of the blanket, or accidentally start a blanket war with you sleeping besides on your shared bed everytime he's asleep - he doesn't even know that he steals the blanket in his sleep.

you attempted to do a cute couple trend with him, keyword: attempted. let's just say that you two are never doing a couple trend in public ever again if you don't wanna end up embarrased.

[©]:; don't copy, alter, or repost any of my works on all platforms, including tumblr too .

[thewitchblue]

"Are you wearing fucking heelys?"

Jason asked while shaking his head. He was equal parts amused and surprised. Your shoes even lit up as you rolled along. You grinned and started rollerblading around him.

"Yep!"

It's not really a pair of heelys, but a pair of convertable shoes that can be turned into roller-skates by attaching two sets of wheels. You just happened to always have the wheels attached. You didn't put in the front wheels this time, however, which turned them effectively into a pair of heelys.

You were on the footpath with him, returning from a date night Jason had set up for you both, so you figured you could skate for a little bit.

You were surprisingly smooth in your gliding. It was as if you were practising. He didn't know you could rollerblade, let alone work those death traps.

"You fall all the time. How can you balance like that?"

You grinned at his bewildered expression and began doing tricks.

"I have the power of my heelys."

You know every trick and even invented some of your own. You got heelys originally as a joke, but they were surprisingly convenient, so you bought a pair of easily convertable shoes to make the transition of rolling to walking smoother.

"You're ridiculous."

He grumbled. He can't believe he only recently noticed your improved heelys. He managed to catch you mid-twirl and pulled you into his embrace.

You crashed into him immediately, but he barely staggered backwards. He managed to steady you after the initial crash easily. He murmured softly,

"Sorry, munchkin."

His voice held love, but his eyes were concerned. You gave him a quick kiss.

"Don't worry about it, teddy bear."

He hated that nickname so much, but he's indescribably weak for how soft your expression becomes and the pure adoration in your voice. You look so hopelessly in love, and it takes his breath away every time.

He was in awe at the unconditional love you freely give out. So what if it was a cringey nickname that his family often weaponizes when he gets into a fight with them? It's not like his nickname for you is any better.

You gave him a soft kiss to drag him out of his thoughts. You always know how to bring him back to the present. He's convinced you could heal his scarred soul and jaded heart with your embrace and your kisses. His bleeding romantic heart melts.

"When did this happen?"

He gestured to your shoes. You smiled when he kissed the top of your head. You said,

"I wear my heelys all the time. How have you never noticed?"

That explains why you fall on carpet and trip over your feet sometimes. He's never considered it was your shoe choice causing this problem. People are clumsy and trip. So what if you happen to stumble and trip more often than the average person? He only steadies your body and catches you before you can fall.

He should have known better realistically, but he felt like he was in a romance movie every time he caught you, so he continued to let it happen. He said,

"I was distracted."

You laughed. His excuse was weak, but you humoured him. You were incredibly amused. You said with a small laugh,

"Every day for four years?"

Jason smiled sheepishly. He knows everything about you except these two things. He knew you were good at ice-skating because you went on a date with him to the ice rink, but he didn't bring you to a skate park or a roller rink. The asphalt can actually hurt you, and he never wanted to risk injuring you, even by accident. He knows he's a dangerous and intimidating man, but he goes into a slight panic when you get hurt.

"Yes, every day."

He said dryly. You smiled while shaking your head. He's ridiculous, but he's adorable and soft beneath his tough exterior.

"Whatever you say, teddy bear."

He lightly flicked your nose and said,

"I had all my focus on you, munchkin."

You don't doubt that. Jason always watches you with his bioluminescent eyes that gleamed in the darkness and shined beautifully in the daylight.

"Like how you're staring at me now?"

Jason knows he's staring. He's always staring at you. It doesn't matter to him what you are doing or where you are. He's very attuned to you and what you are doing.

You had already made yourself comfortable in Jason's embrace. You managed to tuck yourself under his arm and circle his torso with your arms. You nestled yourself into his side as if you belonged there the entire time.

You sighed when you heard the familiar knock on your window. That was Dick's knocking pattern. He insisted on having a specific knocking pattern so you will always know it's him and not some random guy trying to get in after you smashing your bedside lamp on his head one night. You mumbled,

"Do you think he'll go away if we ignore him?"

You really didn't want to lose your comfortable position. You had just come home. Why can't he leave you two alone?  Jason groaned. He had just found the perfect position, and he's not going to get up now.

"Fuck off!"

Jason yelled, knowing Dick would hear him. Dick huffed and gestured to Jason's phone, which he made no move to grab. His phone was lying on the table, but he had already migrated you both to the couch to cuddle. He's not getting up for some family drama that likely doesn't involve him. Dick comes over for ridiculous reasons all the time. Why would this reason be any different? It's not like Jason Todd was found kissing his new fiancée outside of a ring store, and it's blowing up all over Gotham.

Dick noticed the engagement ring, and he exploded the group chat. Dick texted,

"It's real. My baby brother is getting married 😭😭😭😭"

Tim ignored the spamming texts while taking a sip from his drink and leaning back in his chair. He doesn't care how they got engaged, but Dick was trying to get any information possible. You make Jason soft, and he is more than content to continue to have soft Jason forever.

When Jason refused to answer even his texts, he added you to the family group chat (don't ask how he has your number).

"How?"

That was the most important question to Dick. How did he propose and how long ago?

You groaned and dug out your phone when the excessive buzzing wouldn't go away. Jason grumbled,

"What about 'fuck off' did Dick not understand?"

You laughed at his pouting expression and gave his ring a kiss. That seems to be a new method to soothe him, to your satisfaction. It brings a sense of peace being reminded you're his for the rest of time. You decided to ignore the texts flooding through your phone in favour of cuddling your teddy bear of a fiancée.

"I love you."

Your voice was muffled as you had your face buried in his chest, but Jason heard you clearly. He rested his head on top of yours.

"I love you too, munchkin."

His love for you has bled into every corner of his life, and he wouldn't change a thing.

You quietly invaded his life and now he can't live without the comfortable pillows and blankets you insisted were necessary, the couple photos along the bedroom nightstand table, the walls of the bedroom that you coverted into a bookcase when he ran out of room for his books, the way you cuddle closer to him when you wake up, and the sleepy smile you gave him after a nap. Every corner of his life had been invaded. You became his home.

He rolled you on top of him and wrapped a nearby blanket around both of you smoothly. You melt into his body and quickly found a comfortable position for both of you. You have at least three blankets in every room in your shared home, and he loved your added weight.

You sighed as your phone continued to go off. Dick is in full big brother mode, and you suspect he won't stop until you respond.

You picked up your phone, but Jason nabbed it immediately and texted, "fuck off," to end the conversation. You only got a glimpse of the word, "How—" before Jason turned it off.

"You need to tell them eventually."

You said with amusement. He grumbled,

"Later."

Later never came until the wedding day, but you have Jason by your side, so who really cares?

[a-hermit-pining]

LaDS in Hogwarts AU

AN: Hi anon, thank you for requesting. This was an awesome one to write. Some of these could be multi chaptered but alas I am a woman of few words and even meagre attention span.

Request: a request!! harry potter au :D love and deepspace and harry potter are my two favourites ^^ thank you!!!

Pairing: LaDS boys x gn reader

Ingredients: 100% Fluff (damn, this is rare)

My Fav: Sylus and Caleb...this is a trend (tell me which ones you like pls)

Xavier:

He is the legacy Slytherin. Pureblood prince of a faraway kingdom, the kind with a family vault older than the castle and buildings named after them.

He sleeps through class but still scores the highest. Doesn’t take notes, but his potions always come out textbook perfect, somehow even better than the textbook.

Even Snape, ever the grump, seems to favor him.

He was your enemy. At least, he was supposed to be.

The nepo baby. The one who walked into Hogwarts with an heirloom wand and a last name that made professors stand up straighter.

You, who ran away from home for magic, scraping together acceptance letters and scholarships, walking into the castle with nerves and nothing else. You, who earned your place.

You hated him. Hated how the system seemed built for boys like him. How Slytherin’s points climbed every time he so much as blinked. How he didn’t fight for the respect he got. He just had it.

And worst of all? He was nice.

Quietly. Gently. Infuriatingly nice.

He held doors open without thinking. Helped carry books for first-years. Always paired with the struggling students in class because, “Well, they need a win, don’t they?”

He never rubbed it in. Never gloated. Never treated you like you were less, which made it worse, somehow. Because you wanted to hate him. Needed to.

But then he looked at you, really looked at you, and smiled like you were someone worth smiling at.

And that… was the beginning of the end.

Rafayel:

You sighed when yet another chair was dragged next to yours at the Hogwarts staff table. At this rate, they might just push you off the end completely.

But alas, such is the fate of a muggle-subjects professor in a school where “Calculus” might as well be a curse word. You’re used to the disinterest, the disapproval. The dark arts will always win over derivatives.

You’re halfway through mentally drafting your resignation letter when the new professor takes his seat, by replacing his legs with an enormous siren tail and dramatically splashing half your legroom away.

"Hello," he says, smiling with too many teeth. "Rafayel. Art professor. Lovely to meet you."

You stare. Shake his webbed hand. Stammer your name.

And then it hits you.

Arts. No magic.

Another outsider. Well—not quite the same. But close enough.

To your complete dismay, Rafayel’s subject is met with none of the disdain yours is. Students flock to his class like he’s handing out enchanted paintbrushes dipped in prophecy. Somehow, he’s the cool muggle professor.

You want to be mad.

But he keeps bringing you snacks during staff meetings. And drawing you in charcoal between grading.

So maybe you forgive him. A little.

Zayne:

“Classroom windows need to be elevated above the two-foot mark,” the man drones, leading you through Hogwarts like he built it himself.

The Ministry has to be trolling you. There’s no other explanation for sending him again.

Zayne. The most regulation-obsessed official alive. The man who’s turned passive-aggression into an Olympic sport.

“Yes, of course, Zayne,” you smile with false sweetness. “Filch and I will get right on it.” (Translation: I will do it while Filch glares and mutters about unions.)

He ignores you. Of course he does. Groundskeepers aren’t worth Ministry time.

Then he stops, turns, and hands you a thick folder. “Every storage hinge in the castle needs to be updated to a new spell protocol. Instructions inside.”

You want to hurl it at his head.

Instead, you smile. “Got it.”

What you don’t know: Zayne spent weeks compiling that list. Researching every obscure policy he could dig up.

All just to have an excuse to come talk to you.

He even bribed Filch to stay out of the way.

So that later, when you’re elbow-deep in cursed cabinet screws, he can show up with dinner.

Professionally, of course.

He’s not an amateur.

Sylus:

The newest Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was… a piece of work.

Many a student, mostly girls, a few brave boys, and one very dramatic portrait on the third floor, called him a work of art.

You agreed.

Which was fair, considering you hired him.

Sylus. Your oldest friend. Keeper of far too many of your secrets. Former war general, occasional assassin, and man bound by an ancient oath not to die. Because of course he is.

Was it an HR nightmare? Absolutely.

Did it matter? Not even a little.

You’re the principal with the most peaceful term Hogwarts has seen in decades. No cursed classrooms. No dark lords. No goblin incidents in the West Tower.

They can’t afford to question your hiring decisions, not when it’s working. Even if “working” currently includes the students placing bets on whether the two of you are dating, dueling, or doomed.

There are whispers. Screams, really. Squeals in the hallways every time Sylus leans a little too close during staff meetings. Every time he calls you, by your name, letting go of the official address, with that knowing smile that turns half the seventh-years into puddles.

You pretend not to notice. You also pretend not to see the doodles left behind in your healing arts studies classroom, little hearts drawn in ink, a chemical formula twisted cleverly into your ship name.

"Ten points to Ravenclaw," you murmur with a smirk, holding up the notebook for him to see.

Caleb:

They called it the sweetest story in Diagon Alley.

The Quidditch coach who kept showing up at the same little pub after every match, “for the butterbeer,” he claimed.

(He absolutely couldn’t handle it. Turned red after two sips. Giggled after three. Once tried to do a victory dance and knocked over an entire broom display.)

And the innkeeper, you, who always kept a room open. “Just in case,” you said, as if he wasn’t the reason you looked out the window every Friday night.

Together, you became the unofficial mom and dad to every half-injured, half-homesick player who passed through. Post-win snacks. Pep talks before tryouts. Holiday dinners for those who didn’t go home.

You weren’t just a couple. Your relationship was a blessing.

So of course, when Caleb finally proposed, it had to be with the team. After a big win. Pub packed, cheers echoing off the enchanted ceiling.

He slipped the ring into your butterbeer. A cute idea, in theory.

But you’d just taken a deep sip when he got down on one knee.

Cue: choking, gasping, sputtering.

Half the league panicked. Someone shouted, “She’s dying!” And Caleb, red-faced and frantic, performed the Heimlich in front of two full tables of junior league athletes and at least one reporter.

The ring did come out. Eventually.

You said yes, coughing.

He cried anyway. Ugly, happy, overjoyed tears.

[suiana]

forgotten! god reader and lone worshipper! yandere...

so basically you're a god who's on the verge of disappearing! but... but!!! you have a worshipper who prevents you from dying. tragic, i know.

"you again? get lost mortal."

"my beloved god! i have come with offerings!"

"I don't care, begone."

"i shall leave them by your altar!"

you're sick of it.

you're sick of him.

to be honest, you're just sick of it all.

what does this human even want from you? you no lobger have the prestige and power like you used to have. you're a mere shell of your former self, a tragic caricature of your past glory.

"mortal i wish to die. just get lost and worship someone else."

"oh no that won't do at all, do you wish for me to provide more offerings?"

"what? no, i don't even want your offerings. stop giving them to me."

"oh dear, have i upset you? that's why you don't want my gifts, my beloved god?"

"no bruh, I don't NEED live humans as offerings 💀💀💀 who the hell do you think i am."

he's... a little bit more than devoted. obsessed would be the right word. yeah, he's obsessed. no doubt about it.

he probably needs to be in a... what do humans call it? a mental hospital? yeah, he needs to be admitted to one immediately. you're sure of it there's no other reason why he'd be so eager to worship you-some no name god that's fallen from grace.

"mortal, why do you like me so much?"

"do i need a reason to? ☺️☺️☺️"

yet he surpriese you every time.

every. damn. time.

looking at you like you've hung the stars in the sky, doing the most just for an opportunity to have your attention, fuck, he's pretty much done it all.

why? just why? why does he like you so much? you don't... even...

you just want to die, damnit.

"because we're fated to be. that's why I'm devoted to you."

"um... mortal and gods can't be soulmates, you know that right?"

yeah, that didn't stop him either. you're pretty sue he's ill in the head. if anything, you think it made him more obsessed.

like, you might be a god but you're pretty disturbed yourself. and that's saying something considering you've pretty much seen it all.

"I won't let you die, you can't."

"sure buddy..."

"i mean it."

[k-constellations]

little ramble cause i’m a super duper horndawg

(nipple play)

…

accidentally brushing against your boyfriend’s chest and hearing a loud gasp coming from him!!!

teasingly circling his nipples but never properly touching them until he’s begging for you…

“please…touch them properly…stop teasing me!”

he cries when he finally can’t take anymore of the ghostly touches.

the way his back arches to meet your touch, his nipples become swollen, his body shivering at each motion because his stupid nipples just had to be so sensitive!!!

a teasing lick there, a gentle nibble there and he’s putty in your hands.

he’s so much more vocal too, so cute begging for more touching. but atlas, you wanna make him cum from his nipples alone.

you swear he could lactate with how swollen and red his nipples were! seriously, he should’ve told you that he was so sensitive there.

“no…no more…♥︎”

but that grin on his face says otherwise.

[chris-prank]

Weird scenario yet again: What would be their reaction if reader shows them their painted nails in a reddish color and then say, "we matching tips". (Just in case someone doesnt get it, reader got their dick tip color in their nails)

It’s freaky time guys!!!

CW: NSFW allusions

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Dr Seraph/Vincent

“Our… tip?” Vincent stopped mid fight and slowly loosened his grip on his controller in confusion, his robot slouching forward.

As you glanced at his crotch, he blushed like never before, “that tip!? T-thank yo… I mean! How d-did you ev-even know the colo—!?”

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Esteban

You don’t know what else you expected with Esteban, except for him to immediately understand what you meant and to eagerly share his excitement over it.

“How about we compare it to the real thing to see if you picked the right color?” He said as he slipped one thumb into the rim of his pants, pushing them down with ease.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Atlas

He raised both of his hands to look at the tip of his fingers, examining them. “I am sorry to inform you that my nails do not have this pale metallic color.”

“No, not that tip.” You grinned mischievously, which he caught in an instant.

“Why did you choose m̶̟̠͗ï̶̫̥̼͝n̵̨̩̚e̵̖̙̓̃̔? Does… Does that mean you like it?” Despite his soft gaze, his eyes were piercing into yours, awaiting for one specific answer he wished to hear.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Martin

“Aw, that's the color of my favorite strap!” He checked your nails, admiring that neat work. “I didn’t expect you to remember somethin’ like that, thank you sweetheart.” He said warmly as he kissed your knuckles with small pecks.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Jacce

He took your hand, bringing it extremely close to his face, his eyes fixated on the color adoring the tip of your fingers. He opened his mouth, in what you thought was an attempt to answer you, but instead it’s as if he was resisting an urge, his warm breath grazing your skin.

When he finally spoke, it wasn’t before he nuzzled his face against your hand. “Can I have my nails in your color too? Please m-master?”

[lascvitae]

❀ ༉ ‧ ₊ ˚ BABY, PUT YOUR HANDS ON ME

♯┆after you give ning the silent treatment she tries everything to get your attention.

pairing. ningning x gn!reader genre. fluff warning(s). ningning one chance, clingy ning

word count: 1.1k

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ katty ᥫ᭡: hey yall…

masterlist.

you rummaged through the fridge, grumbling under your breath as you shoved the milk back onto the shelf with more force than necessary.

“what’re you looking for?” your girlfriend appeared in the doorway of the workroom, glasses perched on the bridge of her nose.

you crossed your arms, leaning against the kitchen counter, frown deepening as you met her eyes. “do you know what happened to the last slice of strawberry cheesecake?”

her body immediately tenses and she pushed her glasses up, eyes darting to the side.

“no.”

you rolled your eyes. “did it grow legs and walk away?”

ning’s shoulders lifted then dropped in exaggerated surprise. “maybe it did! i don’t know...” she answered, voice too quick and too high pitched.

“liar! you ate it!” you shot back, daring her to deny the accusation. “nuh-uh.”

you brushed past her and stumbled into the workroom. she followed with hurried footsteps. “please, baby, wait.” she pleaded, voice laced with a hint of panic. “i didn’t mean to! i didn’t know you wanted it —“

you saw her university laptop flipped open on the desk, coffee and an empty plate neighboring it.

it could’ve been just another normal day, but something wasn’t right. and it didn’t take long for your eyes to realize the details on the plate.

leftover crumbs and smudges of strawberry syrup.

at first you just stood there, air thick with silence. then you finally turned to her, face a mix of disbelief and irritation.“i apologize! i had no idea you wanted it!” she blurted with a soft voice. it was almost pleading, guilt clear in her eyes.

“you knew i was saving it though.” you couldn’t hide the exasperation in your tone,

“yeah, but… i didn’t mean to. i didn’t plan to.” she stammered.

but you didn’t want to hear it. you didn’t care for excuses. so you turned on your heel, ready to retreat back into the comfort of your shared bed.

she followed quickly, this time managing to reach you before you could crawl back under the covers.

“i’m serious. believe me.” she pouted, arms wrapping around your middle to pull you as close as she could.

your heart fluttered at her touch but you refused to let it show, practically dragging her to the bed with you.

“y/nnnn~” she whined, pulling you back into her embrace. her arms wrapping around you tightly, body warm against yours.

you stayed silent, determined to ignore her.

“baby.” she whined with a desperate voice.

ning’s arms tightened around you. you could feel the steady rhythm of her heartbeat, and even though you were currently annoyed, you couldn't help but soften a little at how close you two were.

“i didn’t mean to eat it.” she murmured into your neck, breath fanning your skin. “i just… i wanted it too! and it was just sitting there —”

you let her words hang in the air, a faint sigh escaping your lips as you stared at the wall straight ahead.

she stayed quiet for a moment, refusing to pull away. you felt her breathing deepen as if she were trying to figure out which way to convince you next. then, without warning, she placed gentle pecks on the skin of your neck.

“stop.” you grumbled, voice lacking the force that you intended it to.

but she didn’t stop. she didn’t want to. instead, ning brought her hands from your waist to your back, touch gentle yet insistent. her lips lingered against your neck for a moment longer before she pulled back slightly, touch soft against your skin.

“please baby?” she whispered. “stop ignoring me.” you continued to stay silent, struggling between frustration and affection. you weren’t that upset about it anymore but you liked the attention from her.

she had been working on her final project for the past few days and with her being the overachiever that she is, it was difficult to get moments like this as of late.

her arms wrapped around you again, pulling you closer as if she were afraid you’d break away from her. her hands softly caressed your back while she pouted at it.

“i didn’t think you cared about the cheesecake that much.” she murmured.

you scoffed playfully. “you should’ve asked.” you said quietly, tone warmer than before. there was still a tiny hint of sadness in it, though.

“i know, baby. i should’ve.” she buried her face in your neck, lips brushing against your skin again. the kisses were soft and full of apologies, repeatedly pecking against your skin. you had given in already.

“i forgive you.” you said, your voice quieter now. “but i’m still mad at you.”

she whined and you immediately felt bad.

“i’m kidding, i’m kidding. i’m not mad anymore.” you let out a soft laugh, your hands moving to cup her face, and trace her cheek with your thumb. it was your turn to pull her in closer, kissing her forehead gently.

her face lit up instantly, the happiness in her eyes making her look like a child in a candy store. “good. i hate it when you’re mad at me.” she continued to pout.

“next time you better ask before you steal my cheesecake.” you teased her, pressing your lips to her forehead once again.

ning’s smile grew and she kissed your cheek in return, lips lingering there a little longer than expected. “i will! i swear.”she chirped.

“you better.” you mumbled as your hands brushed softly throughout her hair, finally pulling her into your embrace.

her lips brushed against yours gently to ask for permission. you closed the small gap between the two of you, meeting her lips with a gentle kiss. it was slow and sweet, making both of your hearts thump in your chests. you felt her smile against your lips and you couldn’t resist doing the same.

once you pulled back you rested your forehead against hers. she watsed no time kissing you again, a little deeper this time. her lips moved more confidently now that you weren’t upset with her anymore. you gave into the softness of the moment.

“you still owe me a cheesecake though.”you said playfully, pulling away just to speak. “i mean like damn, that was a big slice.”

she pouted again before her fingers settled in your hair as she kissed you again, this time with a little more insistence. “i’ll get you a whole box! i promise!” her smile returned.

you hummed in disbelief, rolling your eyes playfully.

“the whole cheesecake factory even.”

you looked at her with a face that basically said ‘mmcht.’

“waiters and chefs included.”

you couldn’t help but laugh then. “yeah, we’ll see.”

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[averycutesalamander]

ok SOMEBODY at hoyo knew what they were doing with that encounter in the new event right

reader + boothill are already in a relationship. gn reader. nsft / 18+ content. extremely poor hardware etiquette in the form of wire play. you know how it goes. also on ao3

For a split second, when Boothill pulls you into that alley hours after dark, you're certain that you're about to have to beat some mugger's ass for daring to lay hands on you. But as you whip around, you see familiar eyes – so you suppose you should spare him the pain.

"What in the ever-loving fuck is wrong with you?" you scold, swatting him away; you hiss when your knuckles smack right into his metal.

"What, ain't ya happy to see me, sugar?" he bemoans, and you frown when you hear his voice. The normally subtle static that's beneath it has multiplied several times over, crackling like he's speaking over an old radio.

"I'd be a lot happier if you didn't scare the shit out of me," you mutter dryly. "What's up with your voice?"

He sighs in a way that seems genuinely weary, rubbing at the bridge of his nose. "Yeah, that's why I pulled ya in here." He raps his knuckles on his abdomen, and something about the hollow sound feels exceptionally humorous right now. "Somethin' went all fudgin' screwy, n' now I'm havin' all sorts a' problems. Vision's shortin' out, mostly. Sensitivity settings are all forked up, too."

You frown, now genuinely concerned. "Are you alright, honeybee? Any pain?"

His lip quirks a little fondly. "Nah. Just a pain in the ash, if ya feel me. Real issue is that I can't reach the damn panel that's causin' problems."

"…So why don't you go to the mechanic?"

"Well, I would, but there's nobody safe in this city, n' I've got a target lurkin' around here somewhere." He scratches his cheek, looking particularly annoyed. "Don't wanna leave n' let the bastard slip while I'm gone, but if I go for him now, my eyes might go out at a bad time."

You nod slowly. "So you need me to give you a hand, huh?"

"If it ain't too much trouble," he drawls, as if he doesn't love to pester you at every possible opportunity.

Slowly, you smirk, leaning against the wall of the alley. "I think you're forgetting something."

For a moment, he blinks at you cluelessly. You can practically see the gears churning in his brain. When it finally clicks, he rolls his eyes and sighs like you've just sentenced him to death, although he can't quite contain the little quirk of his lip.

"Please, sweetpea?" he whines.

"You can do better than that," you tut, waggling your finger at him dramatically.

He sighs even harder than the last time, and suddenly, he has you on the back-foot, because he steps close and leans toward you, one hand braced on the wall next to you. Your heart stutters in your chest when he hooks a finger under your chin, his mouth twisting into a victorious grin.

"Pretty please, angel? Won't ya give your poor ol' lover a hand?" he purrs, the heat of his breath washing over your lips. "I'll be good for you, honey. Promise. I can reward ya, too, if that's what you're after."

You blink at him, your brain completely empty. "I– Um…"

He leans just a bit closer, so close to your lips that you can almost feel the warmth of him, and you make a strangled noise when he suddenly freezes, scowling heartily. "Eyes just went out again," he grumbles, pulling away. You're immediately dissatisfied with the distance. "Can't even see the look on your face now."

God, he is such a bastard. "Alright, alright. Let's get on with it." Then, you grin wickedly. "Pants off."

He gapes at you. "What the fork did you just say?"

You bark out a laugh. Worth it. "Well, I don't know where the panel is. Could be in your ass, for all I know."

He guffaws, shaking his head fondly. "It's on my back."

"Close enough."

He grumbles something under his breath, then turns around.

"Right, uh…" There's a faint click, a whirr, and a hiss, and suddenly, one of the plates near the center of his back pops open ever-so-slightly. "See the plate above the chargin' port? The one that just came loose? Should be a lil' button ya can push behind the dip at the top. Uh… Press twice."

You hum as you lean closer, following his direction. Your touch is gentle, but he shivers anyway as you find the button. You press it twice in rapid succession, jumping a little as the plate pops out even further, sliding up and out of the way – but you're even more startled by the way he hisses, hunching against the wall.

"Son of a–" he grits out.

Your heart jumps with alarm. "You okay, bee?"

"Yeah, j– just… Sensitivity's all over the place right now," he says, sounding strained.

Damn. This must be worse than you thought. Now you're sort of regretting teasing him. "Right. I'll be careful."

You kneel down behind him, fumbling to grab your phone and turn on the light. Now that you can actually see, you more carefully examine the structure within. The titanium structure of his spine is blocking most of your view, but you'll have enough space to stick your hand in around it. It's a surprisingly organized nest of wires, but damn are there a lot.

"Uh… circuit board near the top left," he says, a subtle shake to his voice. "Should be some loose wires in there, if I'm right."

You squint, having to kneel a little further to get a glimpse of it. You angle your phone light, and sure enough, you can see the one he's talking about. There's a kaleidoscope of colored wires attached, but two of them are dangling and disconnected.

"Yeah, I see them. There's a black one and a green one, and a red one that looks kinda loose."

He sighs with some measure of relief, his voice crackling with static. "Plug those back in, n' it should be good. Ports should be labelled."

Carefully, you reach in, fixing your fingers around the black wire. But the moment you line up the connector and start to fit it into the corresponding port, he gasps raggedly. You freeze, your eyes darting up in concern. You can see his fingers digging into the brick beside him, shaking subtly.

"Are you alright?" you ask, genuinely worried.

He makes a strangled noise in reply, and the moment you pull the wire away, he slumps like a puppet with cut strings. You can hear his whole body rattling, the metal plates clinking against each other in a way that might've been comical if you weren't so concerned.

You can hear the audible noise of him swallowing. "I– I'm fine. Just…"

Suddenly, it hits you.

You've helped him with issues like this before, and you know what he sounds like when he's in pain. This is very decidedly not like that. If anything, it sounds a lot like…

"Oh my god," you blurt before you can stop yourself. "Are you– Is this–"

"Shut your damn mouth," he whines, and in a blink, the entire situation flips on its head.

You grin, wide and devious. "Baby's feeling a little sensitive, huh?" you croon.

"I said, shut your damn– Ah!"

He gasps when you press the connector against the port again, just barely fitting it in; you can see the plastic clips meant to lock it bending, ready to snap into place, but you're hovering just millimeters too far for it to be fully seated. You sit there, waiting as you watch him shake, oh-so quietly whimpering under his breath.

"Just– P– Please, just…" he whines, tight and desperate, and it goes right down your spine and settles in your gut. Fuck, it should be a crime to sound that pretty. He's so unfair.

Finally, you click it into place, and his whole body shudders like you just took the head of his cock into your mouth.

Oh, you can't believe you've never done something like this before. It's so hard to wreck a man that can literally numb his nerves at a moment's notice, but right now, he's utterly at your mercy.

"This don't even… I– I shouldn't be– be able to feel that," he pants.

You hum in consideration. "Are any of these wires connected to anything essential?"

He laughs in a way that's almost comically nervous. "W– What? I… No, but–"

You grab the blue wire on the left, pinch the clips locking it into the port, and pull.

His voice crackles with static as he moans, clapping a hand over his mouth to stifle the sound. You don't relent, though, because you press it right back in, jamming it into place mercilessly. His hips actually buck at that, and that plants a very, very devious thought in your mind.

Without pushing the clips in to unlock it, you grab the wire by the connector and slowly tug on it, applying pressure as his voice breaks.

"B– Baby, oh, you can't– I–"

Without letting go, you get to your feet, pressing as close to his back as you can. You fumble to turn off your phone light, then shove it carelessly in your pocket. With your newly freed hand, you reach around toward his front, resting your fingers on his belt and leaning in close to his ear.

"Take your cock out, bee," you purr, slowly beginning to slide the leather out of the loop. You can see him shiver at the sound of your voice so close.

"You're c– crazy," he hisses, then gasps as you reverse the pressure on the wire, now pushing inward against the circuit board. He doesn't stop you as you undo his belt, though, tugging it to release the buckle and letting it fall away.

"Yeah," you croon, your fingers seeking out the button on his jeans. "And you like it, don't you?"

You don't give him a chance to reply, because you suddenly switch over to the black wire again, going by touch as you pinch the clips and pull it back out. He makes a strangled noise, bucking his hips again as you lower his zipper.

You're proven right when you hear the subtle whirr of machinery, of his plates rearranging as he takes out his cock from its internal compartment. You grin wickedly, rewarding him by clicking the wire back into place. He moans, long and ragged into the palm of his hand, but he's so loud that it doesn't do much to muffle it.

"Careful, baby. Don't wanna get too loud, do you?" Without giving him time to recover, you swap over to where you think the red wire is, gradually beginning to rock it against the port but not letting it snap into place. "It'd be a shame if someone saw you like this, moaning like a little whore for me. Or maybe you'd enjoy that, huh?"

His hips jolt again, and you're certain that he's already dripping with precome. "T– That's not… You–"

You cut him off by grasping his tip, snickering quietly at the wetness you find there. So easy. He damn near wails at the pressure, his whole body shaking as he tries to strangle the sounds you're prying out of him. You're relentless, though, slowly pumping your fist down his shaft and smearing the lubricant under your touch.

"No? You wouldn't?" you hum. You lean closer, so close that your lips graze his ear. "You're such a liar. You're dripping, honey."

He shakes his head, but he can't deny the way that he shudders with the next pass of your hand. "'S not– Mm! N– Not fair–"

"Yeah, it isn't, huh?" You pinch the clips to prevent the wire from locking, then press it all the way in. "I could do anything to you right now, baby. And you probably wouldn't even be able to stop me."

Slowly, you start to rock the connector in and out, even and steady in the same rhythm you'd fuck him with. He pants into his palm, whimpering with every pass.

"Oh, but let's be honest… You wouldn't stop me anyway, would you?" you croon, grinning deviously. "You like this, don't you? You like being at my mercy?"

He doesn't reply, occupied as he is. He starts to buck his hips in time with the movement of the wire, fucking your fist with a desperation that has your mouth watering. You still your hand, forcing him to take initiative. He takes up the task in your stead without a breath of complaint, rocking into your grip desperately.

Slowly, you start to lightly twist the connector, feeling the resistance of the port as you ease the pressure on.

"Answer me, bee."

"Yes!" he gasps, and you smile, rewarding him for his honesty by releasing the wire. You go to a new one you haven't fiddled with yet, then pull it out without ceremony just to hear him whine.

"Good boy," you purr, and you can actually feel his cock twitch against your palm, his hips stuttering. God, that never gets old.

You slow down the pace you're moving the wire with, and a thrill runs up your spine when his hips instinctively follow your guidance. You tighten your grip around his cock just a little, listening to his breath hitch. You can hear the slick noise of him fucking into your fist, the sound of his precome smearing obscenely along the length of him. Part of you mourns the fact that you can't suck him off in this position, but the way he's shivering under your touch is too perfect.

"F– Faster, please– Oh! Please, sugar…"

The confirmation that he's following your pace is fucking intoxicating. There's something absolutely euphoric about having a man this powerful quaking under your touch, begging you for permission.

"Yeah? Greedy boy wants more?" you hum, nibbling at his ear just to feel him jump. Cruelly, you slow the pace of the wire even further, grinning when he whines in open frustration. Despite that, though, he follows your lead, slowing down to a crawl as his cock twitches under your fingers.

"Please. Need more. I'll– I'll do anything, baby, please," he whimpers, hunching even further against the wall.

A tempting offer, admittedly… But you have something planned already, so you'll let it slide for now.

You click the red wire back into place, then grasp onto the green. He takes a ragged breath when you slide it in, pinching the clips yet again to grant you free movement. Then, you start to rock it into him, just like before, gradually speeding up the pace. He moans brokenly into his palm, thrusting into your fist with a desperation that feels almost animalistic in its intensity. He chokes when you start to move your hand with him, his hips stuttering frantically as his cock twitches.

He gasps with the next pass, his whole body rattling. "I'm– Oh, honey, I'm–"

"Don't come yet," you murmur. "I'm not done."

He's shaking so hard that it might've been a little concerning if you weren't so busy savoring it. There's something so exceptional about wrecking him like this, about ruining him like this. With his plates open, you can hear the quiet hiss of his hydraulics tightening, shivering in preparation for a devastating orgasm. You can feel his internals heating up, the air around your hand steadily warming as his body fights to dispel the building heat.

He bows his head, his voice crackling as he groans. He's nearly unintelligible when he stutters, "I– I can't–"

"What, can't help yourself? Gonna come?" you croon, your voice tilting with mockery. "Go on, pretty boy. See what happens. Just don't be mad at me when you pay the price."

Eager to torture him, you speed up just a little more, tightening your fingers around his length as he struggles. His head shakes frantically, and he starts to babble; his voice is beginning to go out, rendering his words completely incomprehensible. You swear you can feel his heartbeat echoing through his entire body, rapid and thunderous. His fist is balled up tight, pressing hard against the wall as if the tension can save him. But he's the one fucking into your hand like a dog; he's the one moaning like a whore into his palm; he's the one tightening like a spring, ready to burst at a moment's notice.

With a whisper, you break him. "Come."

You can feel the moment he snaps like a bowstring.

He cries out your name as he reaches his peak, so loud that it makes your heart jump before his voice shorts out entirely. His cock jumps and twitches in your palm as come spills out of him, hitting the brick below in thick ropes. It'd feel like a waste if he didn't sound so fucking incredible right now. You follow his pace as his hips jerk, chasing the stimulation, dragging out his high for as long as possible.

It's almost a pity that his voice went out. He always sounds so fucking pretty, all broken and needy in a way that makes you hungry.

Gradually, he slows, his breath hitching uncontrollably as he bucks shallowly into your grasp. With a final whimper as you click the wire into place once more, he falls limply against the wall, still rattling with the aftershocks as he pants.

You really wish you could see him. The face he makes after he comes is always stunning.

…That'll have to wait, though – because you have unfinished business.

Without warning, you ruthlessly yank out one of the wires, smiling as a startled moan tears from his throat. It gets even louder when you rub your thumb tauntingly across his tip, cruelly grinding the pad of your finger into the very end of his head. Then, you start to stroke his cock again in earnest. Your grin widens when he jolts, struggling against your grasp as if he couldn't overpower you in the blink of an eye.

"B– Baby, wait, wait, I can't–" he pants, his voice straining, then breaking as you pull another wire.

"I told you you'd pay for it," you sing. "Don't act surprised."

You speed up, stroking his cock even faster as he twitches and squirms. You pull another, savoring the ragged moan that tears out of him.

"Mercy– Oh! Mercy, baby, please–"

You pull another. His hips jolt involuntarily into your fist.

"That's not the safe word," you coo.

You can't remember the last time you heard him this wrecked. It's glorious. He pants and whines, his back arching when you swipe your thumb across his head again.

"I'm–"

His voice cuts out entirely when you pull the next one.

You don't feel bad about it. If he really wanted you to stop, all he'd have to do it reach down and grab your wrist, or even just tap you twice. He's not going to, though.

You know very well that he loves this just as much as you do.

Which is why you don't feel guilty about pulling another wire, then another, then another, steadily speeding up the pace of your hand. With his voice cut off, the only noise is the sound of his heavy breathing, the obscene noise of you stroking his cock, the click of wires being disconnected, and the quiet hum of machinery that always radiates from him – though the latter is exceptionally loud right now. You can feel his body shuddering again, already forced back to the brink.

"Go on, bee," you purr. "Go ahead. One more time for me, sweet boy."

You plug in the cord connected to his voice just in time to hear the broken wail that wrenches from his throat. It's loud, and if nobody heard the two of you before, they probably have now – but frankly, you don't give a damn when he sounds that fucking pretty, that fucking perfect. You work him through it, remaining steady while he shakes and shivers under your grasp. Another load spills against the wall, though plenty of it leaks onto your hand this time, smearing under your fingers, thick and creamy and damn, you really want to taste him.

His comedown is much faster this time around, and it feels a bit like he crashes back into reality. The moment his whimpering changes, edged with genuine discomfort, you let him go. All at once, he slumps down into the wall, panting raggedly.

His breath hitches when you take your hand off his cock. You don't even think twice before laving your tongue across your palm, swiping up the mess he left there. It's as mild as usual, musky and tangy and a little salty, but it's the gesture that has your heart skipping more than anything.

When you get the worst of it off, you unceremoniously wipe your hand on your pant leg. No need for modesty at this point. "Want me to reconnect everything, honeybee?"

Wordlessly, he nods, moving with the sort of mellow lethargy that usually arrives on the coattails of orgasms. Your lips quirk, but, true to your word, you get back onto your knees to peer back into his internals.

You quickly switch on your phone light again (and make a mental promise that you'll clean it later), then get to work fitting everything back in their proper places. He shudders and whines with every click, but you don't tease him any further, certain that he's probably worn out by now. You make short work of the rest, and when you settle the final one into place, he sighs and somehow slumps even further into the wall.

With your phone returned to your pocket, you get back to your feet, watching with no small amount of interest as the plate on his back withdraws and clicks back into place. His body is so damn fascinating. You've got to ask him to give you a full tour, one of these days.

Now, though, you lean up and curl your arms around his waist, molding tightly to his back. He's warm, still dispelling the heat he'd built up, and you're shameless about basking in it. Although…

You can't help yourself. Smugly, you begin, "So, that–"

"Not a word," he growls, though you're somewhat relieved to note that his voice is back to normal.

You can't bite back a snicker. "Look, if I knew you were this into wire play, I would've–"

Your heart leaps into your throat when he whirls around, grabbing you by the throat and surging forward to press you against the opposite wall, though he's careful to shield your head from the brick with his other palm.

"You just don't know when to quit, do ya?" he rumbles, low and smoky. "Always runnin' your mouth like I can't make ya pay for it."

You freeze like a prey animal that's just realized it's been cornered. Your heart pounds in your chest, strong and fast. For a long, silent moment, he observes you with that glint in his eyes – that look that tells you that he's plotting.

Uh oh.

"Y'know, my joints are feelin' a lil' dry," he says carefully, his eyes burning into you. "I could probably use a lil' lubrication."

Uh oh.

He releases your throat and presses his hand on your shoulder, then slowly, steadily pushes you to your knees. Your eyes immediately gravitate toward his cock, and you swallow dryly at the sight; a heavy line of come is dripping from his head, tempting your lips, your tongue. He's so close that you would only need to lean forward just a bit to lick it away.

Your heart stutters when he grasps your jaw, forcing you to crane your neck up at him. His eyes glint red in the dark, and his grin is as sharp as his teeth.

"You'll help me out, won't ya, sugar?"

Oh, you're in trouble.

(How lucky for you that trouble with him is always fun.)

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[rekino2114]

Could you do Ena BBQ with a gullible S/O? Like salesperson Ena could be trying to get them to buy the most obviously bs product know to humankind and the S/O still falls for it up until meanie Ena finally has enough and yells at them for buying into salesperson Ena’s crap and points out that the product OBVIOUSLY doesn’t work and then proceeds to yell at her red half for trying to scam their lover type of thing.

[You're sitting on the ground doing nothing and looking at the horizon when suddenly ena forms herself from nothing and appears in front of you]

Ena:greetings my dearest darling love, oh boy, do I have something incredibly great and valuable for my favorite client on this fine (but not as fine as you) day

Y/n:[gasps] do you have another one of your super cool products?

Ena:Indeed, I have the very pleasurable pleasure of presenting you with an incredible and affordable product, here is....

[Drumrolls start coming out of nowhere as what you could only describe as a pure black cube of nothingness appears in her red hand]

Ena:a thing! You can use it to do stuff!

[You gasp again as you start starting wide-eyed at the thing in her hand]

Y/n:Really? That's amazing! I love things, and I love doing stuff! I have to have this

Ena:I'm delighted you are positively electrified at this prime opportunity because as we are entangled in this romantic endeavor it would be just cruel to make the person that makes the thing inside my chest move erratically pay the standard price of 5 chocolates, so just for you, just for today, you will have a special lover discount, and the thing will be 3 chocolates instead!

Y/n:Oh my God! That's a steal! I'll get it now

[You're about to take the chocolates out of your pocket, but suddenly, ena's meanie form takes over]

Ena:Hey idiot what are you doing!? You're seriously falling for her scams again?

Y/n:What do you mean? That thing is great and she even gave me a discount

[Ena looks at the item in her hand before grunting and throwing it away behind her]

Ena:it was trash, and I don't mean that figuratively, she literally dug that out of the trash

Y/n:really?

Ena:Yeah, so don't buy any other junk from her, got it? I can't come in and save you from spending all your chocolate on useless trash all the time

Y/n:Isn't convincing people to buy useless trash your entire job?

[Ena blushes and starts stuttering and avoiding your gaze]

Ena:y-yeah, but I mean, y-you're not a client!

Y/n:oh yeah I guess

[Ena's salesperson form takes over again as she smiles]

Ena:Well, in my view, everyone is a potential client, even you, my love, although I suppose I could tone down the useless things, for example, how about a kiss? It'll only cost you 1 chocolate

[Her meanie form starts speaking again]

Ena:Don't charge them for kisses!

Ena:i was only pulling our equally polygonal leg, of course kisses are free of charges

Y/n:Oh, that's good, I was starting to get worried I would go broke

Ena:........you'd.....actually pay money to kiss me?

Y/n:obviously, I can't just refuse kissing the love of my life

[Ena blushes again]

Ena:ngh! Y-you're such a dummy

Y/n:but I'm your dummy right?

Ena:Indeed, although I do have an actual dummy I sold a while ago but you are way more beautiful and talkative and also not made of wood, which is a plus

Y/n:hehe

[You and ena walk away while kissing]

[cherrykpawp]

Heat // Ch 6

Rating: Explicit, Mature (M)

Pairings: Mingi x reader, San x reader

This chapter includes: hybrids, Afab!reader, reader-centric, smut, fluff, Calico hybrid!reader, Black cat hybrid!San, Husky hybrid!Mingi, small interaction with Yeosang and Wooyoung, switch!reader, switch!San, Top leaning!San, switch!Mingi, cunnilingus, nipple play, unprotected sex (WRAP IT!), creampies, blowjob, overstimulation, heats, begging, pet names (darling, angel, sweetheart, princess, kitten), praise kinks, wall sex, some dirty talk, hair pulling, fingering, voyeurism, squirt, swearing, biting, love bites, eye contact, scent kink, slight size kink

Song rec: All The Things (Your Man Won't Do) - Joe

Taglist: @m-flowerjunnie-oa, @mrsminseochoi, @strawwff, @sunlight120902, @awkward-fucking-thing, @menialmoonchild, @jjongsho, @chanscase143, @lililiarina, @babyquokkasworld

WC: 10k

Yunho glanced at the time on his phone: 10:22 AM. It was the second day of your heat, and so far, you hadn’t woken up due to the pain. It had been about six to seven hours since the last episode, and both of you had managed to get a decent amount of sleep. However, he had woken up just a bit earlier to prepare for the day ahead. After your last wave, Yunho switched out the sheets following the shower you had together. He had massaged you as you basked in the warm water, washing your hair and back while you did the same for him. While he changed into new clothes, you decided it would be better to sleep clothless in case of a sudden wave. Yunho had no objections.

But today was different. You wouldn’t be spending your heat with him; it was San and Mingi’s turn to take care of you. Not only was it on the list that Hongjoong had given him, but you had consented to them aiding you during your heat. Yunho thought it would be better for you, notably since scenting helped. He had noticed that it relaxed you, particularly on the day of your preheat. 

Since you were still asleep, Yunho seized the opportunity to exit the room and retreat downstairs. Neither San nor Mingi were in the dining room or living room, so he knocked on San’s door. The black cat hybrid gently opened it, realizing it was just Yunho. His ears were more relaxed, and his tail stood tall behind him.

“Good morning, hyung. Is y/n alright?” San asked, worried sick about you and not knowing how your first day had gone. Of course, he smelled your scent on Yunho the day before, but he hadn’t been there to see your experience. 

Yunho gave him a small smile. “She’s alright, just resting,” he reassured him. “Today’s your and Mingi’s day to take care of her. Do you have everything ready to make her comfortable?”

San nodded, gesturing to his bed, which was scattered with a few pieces of clothing. Yunho tilted his head to the side, a bit perplexed. “In case she wants to scent the clothes or wear them. Mingi should be here soon with more.” His usual congeniality was evident in the way he casually explained.

Yunho hummed, comprehending the situation. “I’ll still be in the house; please let me know if you need anything to assist you guys.” he was startled when he heard Mingi’s baritone voice behind him. “We will, hyung. Good morning, by the way.” Mingi excused himself past Yunho, carrying various sweaters and shirts, and placed them on San’s bed. Even though it would be better for you to fix it yourself, Mingi decided to revamp it to make it a bit presentable. Yunho greeted the husky hybrid in return.

Not wanting you to wake up without him there, Yunho thought it was a good time to head back upstairs. Before entering his room, he stopped by yours and rummaged through your dresser for clothes. He selected a matching underwear set, a navy blue camisole top, and gray sweatpants. After gathering the folded items, he headed to his room. When he entered, he noticed you were still asleep. Although he would still let you rest a little longer, he thought it would be ideal for you to wake up soon.

Yunho rested the clothes on the bed, caressing your hair. “Y/n, darling,” he sweetly sang, trying to wake you up. You shifted slightly in your sleep, pursing your lips. Yunho thought you looked so cute asleep like this. He placed a tender kiss on your cheek. “Y/n, my love, I need you to wake up.” he lightly tapped your shoulder. 

Eventually, you awoke, eyes hazy as you made out the silhouette of the man above you. You smiled at him, stretching as you woke up. “Hello, handsome,” you gave him a saucy wink.

Yunho scrunched his nose at you. “Good morning. I’m sorry to wake you up so early,” he apologized first. “But I need to prepare you for today. I didn’t want a wave to hit suddenly without proper care.”

You attested to what he meant, agreeing with his words. You looked forward to spending your heat with San and Mingi, but Yunho’s absence lingered over you a bit. “Will you take care of me on the last day?”

Yunho pecked your other cheek, causing you to lean into it. “Whatever you want.” He held his hand out to you, “Let me help you. Do you have the ability to sit up and walk?”.

You proved you could by holding his hand and sitting upright on the bed. The blanket dropped to your lap, exposing your nude body. The deep, opaque purple and bluish love bites that adorned your skin scattered across almost every inch of your body, with most of them concentrated around your chest and neck, while a few were on your shoulders. Those were added last night by him. Yunho was used to seeing your birthday suit by now, so he wasn’t particularly abashed. Instead, he showed you what he had picked out for you to wear today. You liked what he chose. “I don’t need those,” you verified, pointing to your bra and panties.

Yunho chuckled, leaving the undergarments on his bed. “Let me dress you.” You were more than satisfied with that request. You raised your arms for him to pull the top over you; it hugged your torso nicely and the material felt incredibly soft against your skin. He knelt on the floor to help you with your pant legs, pulling them up to your knees before you stood up, allowing him to dress you fully. When you were finally clothed, you gave a final stretch, your ears fluttering rapidly and your tail elongating before it relaxed into its resting position. 

Content with how you looked, Yunho led you to your shared bathroom so you could brush your teeth. He combed your hair for you, killing two birds with one stone. “I’ll still be here in case you wonder about me. I have the rest of the week off to watch over you during your heat.” Yunho pressed a kiss to the back of your head, making you purr. “So, don’t worry about me.”

After you finished, Yunho led you out of the bathroom, down the hallway, and downstairs. Serenely, you followed him as he took you to San’s room. You tenaciously wrapped your arms around his waist, face pressed into his back as you gently rocked together. You felt like cuddling right now.

Yunho knocked on the door again, waiting about five seconds before it opened. San answered once more, and although you couldn’t see him, the waft of his caramel and sandalwood scent was palpable, hitting your nose intensely. You missed it more than you thought. 

“Our lovely y/n is ready”, Yunho cooed at you, rubbing your forearms around his waist. You nuzzled your head into his back briefly, eventually pulling away. Coyly, you peeked from behind his tall frame, immediately locking eyes with San. He wore a black T-shirt and baggy sweatpants the same color as his shirt, he looked very cozy.

Yunho moved out of the way to allow you to enter the room, it was your first time there. “Again, I’m a text and call away. Inform me if you need anything.”

San nodded, sensing that Yunho was slightly nervous but wasn’t showing it. “We will. I promise.” San extended his hand for you to enter the room graciously.

Saying your last ‘goodbye’ for the time being, you stood on your tippy toes and gave Yunho another chaste kiss on the lips. It shocked both San and Mingi, who you haven’t noticed yet. Yunho beat them to it. “I’ll see you soon.”

Yunho bowed out of the room, shutting the door behind him. You were finally encased in a mixture of scents—mainly San’s caramel and sandalwood, but you could smell Mingi’s Egyptian musk and cocoa butter from somewhere in the room. He silently stood in the corner of San’s room with his hands in his pockets, wearing a white button-down shirt and dark gray sweatpants, a shade or two darker than yours. You hadn’t been able to scent them in a while, so being wrapped in their familiar scents eased you tenfold.

“We prepared the bed for you,” San said with great vanity, giving you space to walk toward it. You noticed they had basically made you a little nest of their clothes—how thoughtful. “Take your time, get comfortable.”

You gratefully walked to his bed. The bedding was a light purple set, with an array of different colored garments scattered atop. You situated yourself in the middle of the bed, taking in the clothing items they had chosen. You planned to steal some later to wear for your own comfort. The aromas were robust as if they had just taken them off. You could tell which clothing belonged to whom based on scent and style alone. You’d wear one of their sweaters right now, but that would be more clothes to take off later. 

Lost in your world, you didn’t notice that the two hybrids were still standing a few feet away, careful not to inundate you, waiting for you to adjust to the new setting. “I’m not contagious. Come.” You patted the two spots beside you. They took their respective places on San’s bed—Mingi on your left and San on your right. 

“How’ve you been? I missed you,” Mingi confessed, his tone jaunty, making a blush creep on your cheeks. You held onto San’s sweater, playing with the strings of the hoodie. “Great, I missed both of you as well. Especially your scents.”

“Just our scents?” San raised an eyebrow. “Course not. I missed all of you—both you and Mingi,” you clarified. San didn’t need reassurance, though, because he already knew. 

Mingi leaned against the headboard, getting more comfortable. “Well, now you’ll be able to scent us freely whenever you want,” he said, his ears flicking. He loved the idea that he’d get to cuddle you soon. 

You wanted to nudge your nose in his scent gland right now, but you fought the temptation. “I can’t wait.”

“You haven’t eaten yet, right?” San inquired, getting your attention.

You shook your head. “I’m not all that hungry.” 

San pursed his lips, “Is it okay if you eat something? For your health?”. If he phrased it that way, it would convince you to eat more than if he told you outright, because then you’d resist. He’d learned that during his times in heat hotels—some hybrids were so stubborn about satisfying their heats that they’d risk their health for days on end. He found asking in this particular way was more beneficial. How could you deny that? “Yes. Can I get cuddles afterward?” 

Mingi abruptly answered, “That’s a guarantee.” You and San bore your eyes into him—yours filled with endearment, and San’s with confused amusement. Mingi cleared his throat. “What would you like?”

You pondered. “I don’t know what was prepared, so I’ll take anything. But I would like some fruit as well.” Mingi nodded, then looked at San. “The usual, Mingi-ah”. You wondered what his ‘usual’ was as Mingi left the room to gather the food.  

You rested your head on San’s shoulder, wrapping your tail around his arm. “I feel like I barely got any sleep.”

San softly chuckled. “You’re telling me? You and Yunho were at it for hours.” You nuzzled your face in his upper arm, shy. “At some point, I did fall asleep but man, I could hibernate right now.”

“Were we that loud?” You asked curiously. “You could say that., San sighed, reminiscing about the effect you and Yunho had on them. 

San’s hands fidgeted like he wanted to place it on your leg or somewhere on you. Taking the initiative, you locked your hands together, causing him to look down at you. You didn’t comment or anything, enjoying how he reciprocated the tightness of your grip.

“You know, I really did miss your strawberry chocolate musk. It’s comforting and sweet”, San spoke softly. You tilted your head back to meet his eyes finally. Your faces were only a few centimeters apart—you could close the gap if desired.

“Then I hope I can truly leave my mark here, to bring you comfort even in my absence,” your voice came off more sultry than you expected. You pulled your face away from his. San bit his bottom lip, restraining himself. Seeing you kiss Yunho earlier had made him jealous. He was the first to receive your gift aside from Wooyoung. 

Mingi returned with a tray with an array of things: a container of mixed nuts, electrolyte drinks, energy bars, cubed fruits, and a yogurt cup. He handed San the energy bar and electrolyte drink, and the black cat hybrid thanked him before snacking on them. Mingi then passed you your fruit. “I brought you yogurt in case you wanted to make a ‘DIY’ parfait. The nuts are for me but feel free to add some.” Mingi placed the tray with your drinks on the nightstand next to him, seeing as you didn’t want them right now.

“That’s very thoughtful of you, thank you.” Mingi smiled at your compliment. The container of fruit had a mix of blueberries, strawberries, raspberries, and grapes. You decorated the yogurt cup with some fruit, adding a few nuts, careful not to eat all of Mingi’s snacks. 

The three of you sat in silence, enveloped in a comforting ambiance. Your legs rested on top of Mingi’s, his back pressed into the headboard, while your back was pressed against the left side of San’s chest. He balanced himself on his palm as he continued to eat, feeling his stable heartbeat against your back. You just wanted to feel your body against theirs. The whole time you rested on them, you listened to them talk amongst themselves, occasionally bringing their sweaters up to your nose to inhale their pheromones, rubbing your face against the fabric. Even though you had the main sources near you, you could capture both scents this way. You didn’t exactly know what the conversation was about, but seeing Mingi’s eye smile at whatever San was saying, hearing San guffaw, and feeling his body shake with laughter made you smile too. Maybe sleep was creeping up on you because you weren’t feeling any of your usual heat symptoms yet, except for the rise of your body temperature, heightened senses, and sensitivity in your tail and ears. 

Since you were technically facing Mingi, he noticed how drowsy you appeared. “Y/n, do you want to sleep?” You yawned, as if his words had triggered it. “Yes”.

He extended his arms, beckoning you to rest on his chest. You held on to the two sweaters, bringing them with you as you plopped down onto Mingi’s chest, draping a leg over his. He embraced you tightly, rubbing your shoulder with his thumb. You nuzzled your face into his chest, sighing in contentment as you closed your eyes. Even with your eyes shut, you reached a hand out for San. You felt him grip your hand in return, tugging him closer. He complied, the bed shifting as he adjusted himself closer to you. San was seated upright, but you felt his knee against your back, and that was enough for you. You intertwined your fingers with his and drifted off to sleep.

San and Mingi patiently waited a few minutes until you fell asleep to talk, choosing to speak in a whisper. “How long do you think until her next wave?”, Mingi questioned, never stilling the patterns he traced on your shoulder. 

“An hour or two. Her scent is very potent right now and she’s burning up. I know they were up pretty late last night so she should’ve been satiated for a while”, San looked down at your sleeping face, the sweaters right underneath it. “But I’m positive it’ll break soon.”

Mingi saw your chest rise and fall gently, signaling you were deeply asleep. “Sorry in advance..”

“For what?”, San cocked his head to the side.

“You know..”, San’s sharp wit quickly helped him understand what Mingi meant. “You and Yeosang and your possessiveness.” San shook his head, chuckling, “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to snap you out of it. Don’t let it define you.”

“Thanks, hyung.”

~~~

For what felt like the first time in San’s life, he couldn’t nap. He was too on edge about your capricious heat, not wanting to miss when you entered your first wave. You and Mingi were asleep, except you had moved off Mingi’s chest and inched closer to San, resting your head on his knee. San had placed a pillow in Mingi’s arms because he knew the husky’s habits by now; Mingi would wake up sulking due to the lack of contact.

It’s only been an hour and a half since Yunho brought you downstairs, and San has been alert ever since. He’s noticed that your chocolate musk has become more prominent, overshadowing your usual sweet strawberry scent and that you’ve been fidgeting more frequently. He pressed the back of his hand against your forehead—you were sweating—and you sighed at his touch. San noted that your tail changed positions, moving from around Mingi’s arm to around your thigh, which made his heartbeat quicken. He didn’t know why he was so nervous, probably because it was your first proper heat, and he didn’t want to do anything to fuck it up. His ears were stationary in ‘airplane’ mode as he surveyed your actions carefully.

San saw your hand grip the end of his pant leg, your face rubbing against his upper thigh. He didn’t react but instead waited to see if you’d wake up. His tail was tightly wrapped around his waist, reassuring himself that he’d take good care of you. And then his breath hitched as you woke up, panting softly. Your scent quickly intoxicated the atmosphere.

You weakly pushed yourself up using his leg as leverage, pressing your forehead into his shoulder. San placed his hand on your lower back, delicately rubbing it to comfort you. When you looked up toward him, like earlier, your face was a few centimeters away from his. You admired the close-up of his beauty marks, pining with exhaustion, but still wanting to kiss every single one.

“Does it hurt?” San didn’t need to ask if you were experiencing your first wave of the day; he could smell it. You trailed your eyes from his to his lips, and then back to his eyes. “It does,” you whimpered, biting your bottom lip.

“Should I wake Mingi?” San whispered, his hand rubbing slower circles on your lower back, barely attempting to touch your tail. 

You shook your head. “Let him rest. Need you right now.” San swore his face reddened at how desperate you sounded, trying to play it off. “Can I kiss you, San?” 

San took a free hand and placed a finger under your chin, scanning your face before closing his eyes and pressing a soft kiss on your lips. His lips were just as delicate as Yunho's, except his kisses seemed more dominant as he took the lead. He didn’t take long to explore your mouth, his greed apparent from remembering your osculation with Yunho earlier. You didn’t expect him to rile you up so skillfully, your tail tightened around your thigh as you hooked your left knee over his to scoot closer, almost sitting on him as you deepened the kiss. 

As you kissed, your hand subconsciously rubbed San’s lower abdomen, descending to cup the front of his tent through his sweatpants. San paused the kiss you two shared. “It’s not about me, angel.” He puffed, only centimeters away from you.

“I know but I like it,” you admitted, bringing yourself to his ear. “I want to hear you, how you sound, and how shameful you can get while Mingi is asleep.”

San shuddered, completely taken aback by the sharpness of your silver tongue. Your guise was entirely different than before. He relaxed back on both palms, letting you continue exploring him. He found your lips again, beguiled by them, craving you even more. You palmed him over his sweatpants, making him rock into your hand. He didn’t react outwardly as much as he did inwardly, distracting himself with your tongue. Your movements were persistent until you felt him harden under the material, acknowledging that you were turning him on. San was just as agog as you, but he showed more forbearance.

Your hand dipped past the brim of his sweats and underwear, holding his entire length. He sighed against your lips when you touched him—your warm, elegant fingers wrapped around him beautifully as you ran your thumb along his vein. Curious to see how it looked, you broke the kiss after you pulled him out of his restraints, it was delightful. It was maybe an inch smaller than Yunho’s but had just a tad bit more girth, feeling heavy in your hand. The silky head poked out of its foreskin, you pulled it back to reveal its beautifully blushed tip. You wanted to take him in your mouth right there, settling for stroking it first. Before continuing, San eclipsed his hand over yours, turning your palm toward him. He licked your palm to lubricate it, tasting its slight saltiness from your sweat, god that turned you on more than you thought.

Ignoring the copious slick that left your core, you began stroking him, watching the way the head would shyly disappear every stroke up, only to peek back out as you stroked back down. It mesmerized you, not like you haven’t seen a cock with foreskin before but it was San’s and you were curious about San and what he liked. You were oblivious to how you affected San, his chest heaving as he breathed softly against your skin, watching your hand intently. He bucked his hips occasionally, searching for just a bit more friction, but not wanting to take you away from your moment. Until your palm shadowed over his tip, making quick circles on it, stimulating his head only. To fight back his moans, San licked and sucked your neck, accessing the available skin. 

Neither of you noticed Mingi waking up behind you. He stirred awake not only when he heard you two kissing, but also when your scent filled his nostrils. He watched the scene unfold in front of him with lustful eyes, his cheek resting on his palm as he lay on his side. He couldn’t see what you were doing to San, but he had an idea, especially from your hand movements and how San’s body reacted. 

You continued to tease his head, San could only distract himself so much. He removed his lips from your neck and rested his forehead against your temple, letting out hushed moans, still thinking Mingi was asleep. You cooed at his euphoric moans and how he tried his best to stay silent, you stilled your hand for a second, switching to stroke his length again. San brought the hand from your lower back to rub against your curled tail, eliciting a moan from you. Arousal shot to both of their cocks—your submissive tone only fueled their desire for you.

“D-don’t you want it inside, angel?” San tried to coax you to halt your handjob, even though he didn’t want you to. 

You allowed him to catch his breath. “I do…” Using his thighs for balance, you lowered yourself to your knees in front of him. This wasn’t what San referred to or expected. 

When you knelt in front of San, you made eye contact with Mingi, who placed a finger over his lips, silently wanting to watch along. San was entirely oblivious to the matter, his doe-like eyes locked on you. You tugged the rest of his sweats and boxers down to his ankles, positioning yourself right in between his legs. Planting kisses on his knees and hip bones, you ghosted over his cock, letting out a soft breath of air. San shivered once more, biting back a whimper. He’s not the submissive type at all, but considering it was your heat, he couldn’t do anything to dominate you as he’d like. San was utterly at your disposal, and it wrecked him, engrossed in what you planned to do to him.

You held the base of his shaft, licking from the bottom while you swiped your tongue side to side on your journey up. You kitten licked the sides of his length and reddened tip, trailing kisses along it. San maintained eye contact with you; there was no sign of innocence behind your gaze, purely provocative. You had hypnotized him. After placing sweet kisses around the entirety of his shaft, you took him in your mouth, reaching about halfway down before you bobbed back up. San’s mouth went ajar, loving how silky your mouth felt around him. You bobbed your head slowly, getting used to the weight on your tongue and how much you could take in. 

San hissed shakily with every drag of your tongue and lips, the way you hollowed your cheeks around him became more unbearable. He didn’t think he could hold back his moans much longer. Little did he know, Mingi's eyes burned into both of you, silently encouraging you in his mind to take more of him in your mouth. When you felt more comfortable, you took him out your mouth, gasping slightly as you circled your tongue around his head, licking at the slit. His subtle caramel-tasting precum spilled out, and his cock seemed so angry and red. It only left you more ravenous, suckling the tip briefly before you took him farther in your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. It wasn’t in your mouth fully, but damn, did you feel amazing. Watching him shift in his seat because of you, on top of the internal struggle to keep quiet, made your stomach churn. Your pussy ached to engulf that desperation.

San let out a deep, guttural groan, enjoying your mouth on him. He plopped down on his back as you bobbed like your life depended on it. San opened his eyes to see if Mingi had woken up, only to find the husky hybrid staring down at him with a lustful smile, mixed with amusement. He no longer cared if he was loud anymore, full-on moaning. His right hand went to your head, gripping your hair loosely, mainly to ground himself. Whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth, you stroked with your hand, needing his cum and wanting to taste his caramel sweetness.

“My god, angel. I’m about to cum.” San warned you, arm wearily draped over his eyes as he bucked his hips into your mouth. Not once did you gag on him, proudly displaying your dexterity. You were so engrossed by the feeling of him in your throat and how he gradually got louder. You helped him in reaching his orgasm, feeling his cock twitch in your mouth before spilling straight down your throat.

The moan dragged on for about ten seconds, your throat constricting around him as you swallowed all of him. There was a subtle taste of a sweet, salty caramel that had you addicted; you craved more. You lowered back on his length, gripping the sides of his thighs as your nose made contact with his happy trail, hearing Mingi let out an overwhelmed ‘Fuck y/n’. You deep-throated San, wrapped up in immense fervor. You were about to suck him again until the hold in your hair tightened.

San forced himself up, pulling you off his cock by your hair. His eyebrows were knitted and glistened with sweat, chest heaving. You were gasping for air, a slight string of spit connecting from your lip to his tip, watching you lick it away with blown-out eyes. He wanted you to continue, but then you jerked slightly on your knees, letting out a whined mewl.

“You need to breathe,” San reminded you. You didn’t even notice you were holding your breath, but you did what he instructed. “Stand up, my love”. San helped bring you to your legs, wobbling in the process. Something was different about your sweatpants; a wet, slightly darker gray patch had formed between your legs. “Did you…”

Mingi’s jaw dropped, he’s never witnessed a hybrid enjoy head so much. “Did you cum, princess?” It wasn’t meant to degrade you; instead, they were words of endearment. It’s probably one of your proudest moments. “I don’t know how I’m gonna survive, hyung,” Mingi exaggerated, rubbing his face. 

You saw a very obvious tent in Mingi’s pants as he lay on his side. It was a huge tent actually. Your mouth watered at the sight, but a hard pang twisted in your stomach, making you collapse onto the bed with your hands. “It hurts..”

“Of course it does, come here.” Mingi helped bring you on the bed, delicately resting you on your back. “Hyung, her pants,” he ordered San to remove them as he removed your top. 

You were completely nude before them, eyes watering from the pain you had neglected after enjoying yourself a little too much. Mingi still had the most clothes on, which for some reason, aggravated you. He went to shift some of their clothes out of the way, but you tugged him by his collar, gaining his attention.

“Yes, kitten?” Mingi looked down at you, hovering over your torso while San parted your legs, massaging your tail. You mewled, loving the pet name he gave you. You were taciturn, saying little as you started unbuttoning his white blouse. He allowed you to, planting a small kiss on your forehead. 

Once you reached the last button, you pulled him down by the plackets of his shirt and kissed him. You felt his necklace tickle your chest as he bent down. Mingi rested his elbows on either side of your head, his hands in your hair, deepening the kiss. His lips might’ve been your favorite so far, with their pillowy plushness and incredible softness. Mingi wasn’t shy when it came to kissing you, pressing your lips together, and tilting his head from side to side. He would bite your lips, lick them, slotting your tongues together, and sometimes let you take the lead wanting you to do whatever you wished with him. 

San kissed from your belly to the top of your pubic area, ghosting over your vulva, and peppered kisses and licks on your inner thigh. You rutted your hips up, wanting his mouth on you. San smiled into your leg, inching closer to where you needed him. Your slick and pheromones hypnotized him. He sought to take his time, ravishing your heat, but he knew it would be better for another time. As he admired you and Mingi making out in front of him, San licked your slick-coated, wet pussy, groaning at the taste of you. Although he knew already, Yunho was correct—you tasted just like smelled; that entrancing strawberry-chocolate musk drew him in.

“Mingi…you have to come here,” San insisted, unable to have all this to himself. Mingi pulled away from you with one last playful lip bite, drawing a soft moan from you. He kissed his way down to where San knelt between your legs. “Taste her..”

Mingi obediently obliged, lapping at your heat, you whined at how his whole tongue covered your dripping cunt. Mingi tore himself away from you, some restraint in his voice. “It’s going to get harder from here, hyung.”

You had no idea what he was talking about, but you saw San whisper something in his ear as if reassuring the husky hybrid. Then, Mingi locked eyes with yours, his gaze almost predatory, yet consumed with sex. San went back to eating you out, throwing you off completely. He threw your right leg over his shoulder so that he had more access to you, tonguing your slick. Your breath hitched in your throat, fighting between gentle moans or desperate mewls. 

“Share..” Mingi said quietly, he pushed your leg back against your stomach by your inner knee. His tongue lapped at your labia provocatively.

The feeling of both of their tongues fighting for your slick had you moaning shamelessly. The way they exposed your heat made you cover your face with your hands, trying to quiet yourself by an octave or two. You felt their wet muscles everywhere—entering you, focusing on your clit and folds. You even felt their tongues clash together messily. Mingi’s nose would occasionally bump into your bundle of nerves, tastefully adding more sensations. The way they behaved was so virile, exuding confidence in their actions, almost like they’d had a threesome before. When you removed your hands from your face, you saw the position they had you in—folded in half, pliant, and entirely at their disposal. San’s cheeks were a cute pink, his eyes closed as he ate you professionally and precisely. Mingi’s eyes were half-lidded and dark, he pulled back away to spread your folds, attaching his lips around your clit right after. 

Your legs trembled against them, preparing you for a second orgasm. When they noticed how close you were, their tongues became more sloppy, itching to drink your essence. You reached for a sweater to muffle yourself as you came all over their faces, your cunt trembled on their lips and noses. You could only register their tongues and mouths on you, cleaning you up with lip smacks and graphic noises. 

You felt someone pull away from you as the other stayed against your core, lapping your residual essence. The right side of the bed shifted, a hand gently pulling the sweater away from your face. San’s handsome face is covered in your juices. He licked his lips, or whatever he could, to be a bit more ‘presentable’. But what’s the point of that? It didn’t even feel like Mingi was eating you out anymore, more like making out with pussy—kissing it, licking it, teasing it with his tongue, and entering his wet muscle into your heat, mirroring what he did earlier when you kissed. 

“I told you to breathe and you decide to suffocate yourself?”. San playfully joked, cupping the side of your face. He leaned down to kiss you, tasting yourself on his lips. You should pat yourself on the back—you were indeed delicious. You licked around his lips and chin, gathering your fluids before letting him reclaim control. San thought you were much raunchier than he expected, “do you like how you taste?” He questioned, barely pulling away.

You nodded, bringing him closer by the nape of his neck. Mingi pushed both of your legs back to your stomach, swiping his tongue against your clit, wanting to smear your pussy all over him. The overstimulation became too much. You incessantly mewled into San’s lips, the black cat hybrid broke the kiss first.

“Mingi. Relax.” San said assertively. Mingi couldn’t part without one more kiss on your core.

Mingi stood from the bed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and licking it afterward. “Princess, I’m sorry. You taste incredibly decadent.” You noticed a bit of his collar and chest was wet by you, turning you on even more. His ears were relaxed and swayed steadily behind him.

San shook his head, facing you again, “Who do you want first?”. Your eyes darted between them both, not even knowing yourself. You haven’t even seen Mingi’s cock. 

“You might want to choose San first…I’m pretty um…big.” Mingi didn’t mean to brag, but he was definitely warning you first. 

You were suddenly intrigued. The tent in his pants already proved that statement, but you had to see for yourself. “Show me,” Mingi smirked, discarding his sweatpants and kicking them away. Based on the outline of his briefs, he was bigger than Yunho and San. When he pulled his briefs to release his cock from his constraints, you closed your legs subconsciously. The girth and length were drastic by a long shot. The tip leaked precum and all you wanted to do was lick it before it dripped on the floor. Mingi chuckled at your reaction, finding it amusing. “Yeah…you’re gonna have to wait.”

“That’s fine, I’m pretty used to it,” Mingi snapped his briefs back over his length, kneeling in front of your core with your legs over his. He massaged your thighs for comfort and to restrain himself from eating you out again.

San placed a small kiss on your cheek, “then it’s me first.” You pulled the sweater away from your face, exposing your nude body once more. He pulled his shirt over his head and threw it on the other side of the bed, leaving it for you later.

You finally saw his body adequately. The gods sculpted him; his trapezius muscles were strong and defined, his abs chiseled into a perfect six-pack, his pecs outstanding, and his waist was narrowed. He must have worked out at least five times a day, six at most. You couldn’t help but pepper kisses on his stomach and pecs, biting his nipple in the process. San hissed, goosebumps forming across his skin.

“Prep her for me, will you?” San turned to the younger male, and Mingi happily obliged, his tail wagging hysterically behind him.

Mingi’s right hand teased your silky folds with two fingers, using the thumb on his other hand to gently rub circles on your clit. Your legs tightened around his to tug him closer, but he was immovable. Your body was weak anyway. Mingi inserted his middle finger into you first, it felt different from your experience with Yunho; Mingi’s fingers were thicker in comparison, though just as long.

He curled it upward, finding your g-spot directly. You propped yourself on your elbows, watching his fingers toy with you. The pad of his left thumb flicked your bundle of nerves, switching from flicking to tracing different shapes. He bore his eyes into yours as he inserted another finger into you, mirroring how you opened your mouth as he did. Mingi slowly fingered you, his thick appendages stretched you with every gesture of his fingers, producing more slick out of you.

“Mmm, my god Mingi~.” You whined, grinding yourself onto his fingers. Mingi hummed back in response, chewing on his bottom lip as he focused. His ears pointed proudly on his head, tuning into your beautiful moans, in love with the way he made your face contort with pleasure.

San nipped at your neck, and you gave him full access, never tearing your eyes from Mingi or his hands. His hand held your waist, moving further toward your chest; even though it was already decorated with love bites, he thought you needed more. New ones made by him to be exact. He licked at your breasts, every swipe raising it slightly, watching it plop back down onto your torso. San tongued at your nipple, tugging at it with his teeth, and gently releasing it. He noticed how it budded, basking hot kisses on them. You encouraged him to bite down harder with pleading eyes.

“You like that?” San raised his eyebrow. Oh, he has no idea.

A small ‘please’ escaped your lips, bringing your chest closer to his mouth for him to continue. San pecks were scalding, lingering on the top of your breast, nipping at your bud with teeth, and soothing the spot with suckles and laps. You didn’t know where to focus, feeling like you could black out right now from both sources of pleasure. You held a tight grip on San’s hair, allowing him to switch from both breasts. He made sure to leave dark love bites as he went, adding new ones to your neck, the valley of your breasts, as well as around it, and on your stomach. Mingi twisted his fingers inside you with every thrust inwards, ensuring you were prepped for San. 

“Hyung, I think she’s ready for you,” Mingi pulled his fingers out of you, keeping his thumb circling your clit in the meantime, licking at the sticky glaze that coated his fingers. 

Mingi moved aside so San could take his place between your legs. He removed his boxers, scooting you up on the bed so that there was enough space for him. Mingi discarded his shirt finally, letting it fall to the floor before settling behind you, adjusting for more cushion and leverage. You rested your head on his abdomen, fingers clinging to his arm, longing for the warmth of skin-to-skin contact. 

San lined himself up with your cunt, easing himself into your wet heat. He bit down hard on his lip, not expecting you to be as tight as you are, even with the prep. His tail wrapped tightly around your other leg, nudging you closer to him. You exhaled shakily at the stretch, hugging onto Mingi’s arm. The husky hybrid brought his other arm around to hold you, praising you. 

“You’re doing so well. Relax a little bit more, princess.” Mingi hushed you gently, wiping away your tears. “Does it hurt? Did I not prep you well enough, kitten?”

You softly keened, voice trembling as San thrust out of you for a split second, entering back into you further. You answered to the best of your abilities. “S-sannie feels amazing. Doesn’t hurt.” You babbled, rolling your hips down onto him. Mingi hummed, hands wandering over your body, kneading at your soft skin. 

Once San was inside you, he exhaled sharply, unaware that he had been holding his breath. He pressed your knees to your chest and set his pace, thrusting in and out of your slick pussy at a steady rhythm. With every drive, he moved you and Mingi against the headboard. The angle had him immediately pounding your G-spot, releasing gradual moans and whines from your throat. You squirmed against Mingi out of pleasure, grazing your teeth along the vein of his forearm. Mingi watched where you two were connected, noticing how your legs jiggled with every ram of San’s thrusts, his cock gleaming from how wet you were. He didn’t know who to be jealous of, you or San.

The sounds echoing through the room should’ve embarrassed you, but ecstasy dominated the atmosphere. With the amount of slick you were producing, San slipped in and out of you fluidly while creating the most obscene noises you’ve heard yet. San didn’t seem like the moaning type you thought, often opting for panting and knitting his brows, creating an ‘o’ shape with his mouth. Mingi bent down to your ear, whispering something only audible to you.

“He likes pain, you should dig your nails into his legs”. Mingi guided you, brushing his fluffy ear against your face before reclining against the headboard.

Though enveloped in bliss, you still processed what was said. With a free hand, you kneaded San’s thigh first, digging your nails into his skin soon after. San responded by delivering a notably deep thrust into your G-spot, and both of you groaned in unison. Mingi felt a sense of pride, captivated by the sight of you both unraveling. You’d then claw at his legs, intending to leave marks on his skin, a reminder for him tomorrow. San peppered open-mouth kisses on your calf and thighs, losing himself as your heat constantly sucked him back in. 

Mingi caressed your face, tucking your hair behind your ear, absorbing every fleeting detail of the pleasure you expressed while taking San so well. He didn’t say it but he couldn’t wait to be inside you. The scent of you overwhelmed him, and your lustful moans, combined with the proximity between you, drove him mad. It’s difficult to resist his possessiveness, but for once, he managed. He longed to snatch you away from San, to care for you through the remainder of your heat, to claim your lips for himself, mark you from head to toe, and eat you out for as long as you allowed. But he’d share just this once. Again, it’s not about him. If you wanted both of them, he understands. It’s just a primal instinct embedded in him, like Yeosang’s. They don’t mean to, but when it comes to something intimate, like sex or kissing someone they love, they can’t help but get defensive.

You kissed his hand as it lightly stroked your face, gently nibbling his palm. Mingi realized you liked to bite a lot, something you two have in common. When you made eye contact with him, he smiled down at you. You tugged him by his necklace to kiss you—it was an awkward position, but you made it work, darting your tongues in each other's mouths. As San dropped one of your legs, he draped the other one over his shoulder, pounding deeper into you at this angle and groaning in the process. Your moans were captured between Mingi’s lips as you tried your best to keep the momentum, but he helped bring you right back to where you were. He snaked a hand down to your clit and started massaging it, lightly tapping the sensitive bud with four digits causing your body to quiver. You broke the kiss, leaning your head back to suck love bites onto his chest and Adam’s apple. It lasted only about a minute before you felt yourself pulled away from Mingi, throwing you both off. 

San planted his feet on the ground, gripping your waist tightly as he drove quickly into you, beginning to get more audible. You hooked your legs around his waist, biting the back of your hand, inching closer and closer to your orgasm. San glistened in sweat, his hair sticking to his forehead, and you craved licking the saltiness off him. Mingi played with your sensitive ears, tracing the outer shell and rubbing the colorful fur on it, that was enough to set you off. You dug your nails into San’s forearms, writhing against both of them as you let out a sobbed mewl. San gave a light slap on your thigh, squeezing at the flesh as he came inside of you. He panted hysterically, riding out both of your orgasms.

Mingi honored you by calling you the “prettiest princess”, granting him the gift of hearing your beautiful song and their harmonious moans in person. San almost fell on top of you, catching himself with balled fists against the bed. He still had too much stamina left to finish his time with you. Too caught up in the moment, San wrapped your arms around his neck, hooking your legs under his arms, and carried you off the bed, still inside you. You were too busy recovering to realize you had been moved until you felt a cold, hard surface behind you. San had you pressed against the wall.

Mingi watched from his spot on the bed, eyes roaming across San’s muscular back as he fucked deeply into you against the wall. He watched you claw at San’s back, softly crying in his ear with a faint lilt, causing them to flick in response. God, he tried hard not to palm himself but he had to. His hand went across the wet patch that seeped through his briefs, hissing at the friction between the material and sensitive skin. Your scent wrapped around him since it was fragrant around the whole room, forgetting what San smelt like. You unraveling at San’s precise thrusts almost made him cum on the spot, but he had to feel you first.

Seeing as you were distracted, Mingi took the opportunity to exit the room and grab a few necessities. He didn’t care how he looked right now; Yunho could catch him bare, and Mingi would go about his day. He went up the stairs to your room to gather anything that could come in handy. He grabbed a towel, a new outfit in case you wanted to shower and wear clothes, and reached under the bed for a toy or two. Opening the black storage box, he pulled out your vibrating wand; he didn’t think you’d need any dildos with two people at your disposal. Satisfied with his choice, he closed the box, placed it back under your bed, and walked out with all the items. 

As he passed Yunho’s door, he heard a bellowed groan that stopped him in his tracks. Mingi was usually nosy, so he pressed his ear to the door, making sure that’s what he heard. Sure enough, he heard slick sounds and two more groans, confirming that Yunho was getting off to you in his room. You and San were pretty loud from here.

“God, everyone’s so damn horny around here,” Mingi laughed sarcastically, and then Yunho’s noises came to an abrupt halt. He made his escape then. 

He veered into the kitchen to grab an extra protein bar, mixed nuts, and an electrolyte drink with a straw for you. He wanted to heat a meal for you but didn’t know when your heat would subside. As soon as it did, he’d text Yunho. Managing everything in one hand, he walked back to the room to find you and San still at it. He could tell both of you were close, so he set everything down where it needed to be. He placed the towel at the bottom of the bed where he planned to have you next, set your clothes and toy on the chair in the corner of the room, and filled the tray with the new snacks. He planned on sharing his mixed nuts with you since you’d liked them earlier. Mingi reclaimed his spot on the bed, noting that San’s thrusts were getting sloppy again. You were putty in his arms, head on his shoulder as you spoke incoherently. 

Two minutes passed and the both of you came together, your essence trickled onto the floor from your position against the wall, Mingi made a mental note to clean that later. San’s thrusts slowed, riding out your orgasms languidly as you made out. You felt physically detached from reality as if having an out-of-body experience. Your lips moved in sync, but it was almost like you weren’t in control of them—mostly just muscle memory as your mind rendered useless. Your core throbbed around San’s cock, he was experiencing oversensitivity while still in you. 

When he pulled away from you, he saw how naturally flushed your face was—almost as red as his. You seemed distant from reality; of course, during heats, hybrids experience brain fog, but you looked utterly enchanted. Your eyes were utterly dilated, full of love. 

“You alright, angel?” San asked breathlessly, pressing his lips on your cheek. You followed the path of his mouth, trying to kiss him again. “I’ll give you what you want, but I need you to answer.”

You pouted, panting softly. “Mm okay,” you mumbled, immediately pressing your lips back onto his. He smiled into the kiss, carrying you back to the bed, and laying you on your back as he pulled out of you. You whined, feeling some cum drip out of you, attempting to scoop it back in. 

San pulled back to see what was wrong, noticing how frantic you were to keep it in. You were gonna bring your cum coated fingers to your mouth until he stopped your hand, “I swear if you do that, I might fuck you again”. San has a lot of restraint, but seeing how naughty you were truly tested it. You didn’t listen, however, cleaning your fingers while maintaining eye contact with him. He watched as you licked every last drop before dropping your hand to your chest. “You might’ve actually been sent from heaven, angel”.

You smiled at the praise, patting yourself on the back for doing a great job, but man, did you feel tired. Your wave was temporarily satisfied, unaware of when the next one would come. San kissed your cheeks again, “Listen, my love, I’m going to step out for a few minutes to grab a washcloth to wipe you down.” You voiced your displeasure at the thought of him leaving and cleaning his cum from you, “I’ll leave it in, but I’ll be right back, I promise. The restroom isn’t that far.” San glanced up at Mingi, who tuned in on the wholesome interaction. “Have her scent you while I’m gone.”

As soon as San backed away, you were met by familiar black and white hair. Mingi’s handsome face hovered above yours, “Hello, gorgeous.” You smiled up at the husky hybrid who held you in his arms, cradling you bridal style. He brought you against the headboard, ensuring you were comfortable near his scent gland and that San’s essence stayed snug inside you. “Are you hungry?”

You shook your head, “Thirsty”, you said, your throat dry. He leaned over to grab your electrolyte drink, opened it, and inserted a straw inside. Holding it for you, he let you scent him as you drank. 

“I’m proud of you for doing an amazing job today. I loved how you sounded,” Mingi praised, his voice filled with admiration. He could praise you for all eternity. “And sorry for getting ahead of myself, but you tasted ravishing. I can’t get enough of you”, he added lustfully. 

“You can’t say such things right now,” you almost pulled his briefs down and sank on him. He laughed, placing your half-empty drink on the tray. 

“Have you tasted yourself?”, you nodded, referring to earlier when you kissed San after he ate you out. “Then you have to understand where I’m coming from.”

San returned with a washcloth, and hair brushed out of his face. Mingi opened you up so that San had better access to wipe you down. You relaxed to the warmth of the cloth, nose deep into Mingi’s Egyptian musk and cocoa butter pheromones. San was sure to wipe your bottom and the surrounding area, ensuring you weren’t sticky before cleaning himself off. You noticed he was still hard even after cumming twice, he just didn’t say anything because it’s your heat. Not only does he have a lot of restraint, but he isn’t selfish, especially when it comes to sex. 

A phone ringing caught you all off guard—it was San’s phone. The caller ID read ‘🖤Woonyang🖤’. “It’s Wooyoung, why is he calling now?”. Mingi shrugged, leaving it up to San to decide whether he should answer.

San picked up the call, “Hel-“

“Omg, is our y/n okay? Yunho told Seonghwa, who told Yeosang and me she was in heat. Is she with Yunho right now?” Wooyoung sounded frantic, speaking faster than he naturally did. “My dearest y/n, I can’t imagine the pain she’s in.”

“Hello to you too, Wooyoung.” San shook his head at his silly friend. “She’s okay for now. And she isn’t with Yunho.” San eyed you and Mingi carefully. “She’s actually with Mingi and me right now.”

“Can I speak to her? Is she asleep? I want to hear her voice. Oh my y/n,” Wooyoung’s heart broke for you. San heard Yeosang in the background of the call, saying ‘Wooyoung, relax before you hyperventilate’. Wooyoung told him to be quiet.

San put himself on mute. “Wooyoung wants to speak with you. Should I tell him to call you later?”

You shook your head, extending your hand for the phone. “I can talk for a bit.”

San unmuted himself. “I’m passing the phone now. Gather yourself before you scare her off.”

He gave the phone to you, and you leaned into Mingi’s chest, phone to your ear. “Hi, Woo—“

“Y/N! My sweetheart, are you okay?!”. Wooyoung’s relief was evident, though barely so, as he was overwhelmed with emotions.

“He sure listens well to directions,” Mingi commented sarcastically, hearing Wooyoung’s outburst. San shook his head, never expecting any less. He went to grab some boxers to cover himself instead of standing around nude.

“Never been better,” you replied hoarsely. “Scenting Mingi right now.”

Wooyoung cooed when he heard how raspy your voice was. “Does it hurt more than usual?”

“Absolutely, but I have Yunho, San, and Mingi to take care of me.” Mingi squeezed you in response, and San hummed in delight. “Thank you for checking up on me, Wooyoungie.”

Wooyoung scoffed. “It’s the least I can do. I know I shouldn’t have you on the call for too long since I don’t know when your next wave will come, but I needed to hear your voice. Yeosang wants to say hi too.”

“That’s fine, I missed him as well.” Wooyoung handed the phone to the Dobermann hybrid, “Hello Y/n,” Yeosang’s deep voice always caught you off guard. “Good afternoon, Yeosangie.”

“I know you’re busy so I won’t keep you for too long,” Yeosang started. “But I miss you too. I’m glad to hear you’re doing okay. I’m sure you didn’t expect your heat to arrive so quickly either, especially after what you told us.”

You remembered the conversation you shared between Yeosang and Wooyoung at the sleepover. “No, I didn’t. I didn’t even notice my own preheat symptoms.”

“Oh y/n”, Yeosang said, his voice laced with concern. You could see him frowning, even though he wasn’t in front of you. “Wooyoung and I will treat you to a nice massage after this is all done. We know San and Mingi could do it, but who are they to have you all to themselves?”. Wooyoung agreed in the background.

Yeosang made you laugh, but Mingi scoffed. He hadn’t meant to listen to the whole conversation, but how could he not when the phone was right beneath him? “I’d appreciate that.”

“Please make sure to eat, even if you don’t feel like it. Remember, it’s always for your health so you don’t faint, darling.” Yeosang reminded you gently.

“Yes, Yeosangie”, you yawned into the phone. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. I’m going to let you go now okay?”. Yeosang’s voice was soft and tranquil, you didn’t want him to end the call, but you could slowly feel another wave approaching. 

You softly whined into the phone, “O-okay, bye Yeosangie and Wooyoungie”. Soon after they said their goodbyes, you hung up and gave the phone back to San. You turned your face and body closer to Mingi, whining into his neck, “It’s coming..” San sat on the chair in the corner of the room, scooting your clothes and toy to the side as he ate his energy bar.

Mingi rubbed your lower back, asking, “Should we start now?” You paused for a moment before responding, “In a few minutes. Eat up a bit.”

Mingi didn’t argue. He took a handful of his mixed nuts, offering some to you. “You first, then I’ll be okay.”

You opened your mouth, letting him feed you the honey-roasted peanuts and almonds. A satisfied noise escaped your lips as you chewed, craving a little more, Mingi obliged. You never know how hungry you are until you actually start eating, but like you promised, you only had a little. While you distracted yourself from the impending wave, you continued to scent Mingi. His free palm ran across your back as he snacked. He didn’t eat much though, as your pheromones grew stronger again. He brushed off his hands, wrapping his arms around you, listening carefully to the change of your subtle whines and mewls.

It wasn’t until your innocent scenting turned into licking at his scent gland, kissing his neck, that Mingi let you continue. He closed his eyes, docile to the sensation as you kissed and nipped at his skin, offering more of his neck to you. Your teeth grazed his gland, his breath hitched in the back of his throat. 

“You gotta be careful, princess. That’s my sweet spot”. Mingi lightly moaned, planting a kiss on the top of your head.

You were tempted to tease him more until the excruciating pang hit you. Your nails dug into Mingi’s chest, causing the husky hybrid to hiss, his ears perking high on his head. “It aches, Mingi.”

“I got you.” He gently lifted your face towards him with this index finger, preparing to kiss you. 

But before he could, San's voice cut through. “Mingi…,” his voice breaking through Mingi’s hypnotic state, his gaze locking with Mingi’s from the chair in the corner of the room. “Remember what we talked about earlier.” 

Mingi nodded, eyes softening. “I will.”