#/ deciding which pet name to use was half the battle~

[sxrgeantbarnes]

@peacereflected | prompt

He blinks, and then again, opening his mouth to speak before shutting it just as quickly. Keanu’s eyes are red— hell, half his face is flushed, and the prominence of the color around his nose speaks volumes. Bucky’s gut twists looking at him, every protective instinct in him blaring an alarm. His arms itch to comfort, to hold— an impulse he had thought long gone until it was pulled back out of his core by gentle hands. How much it’d be welcomed, he’s not entirely sure. He himself prefers to be alone when emotions spill over into tears, and he wonders idly if he should just turn around wordlessly and give him some space. 

It’s a stupid thought. Not a fucking chance.

“Hey.” He echoes casually as he puts a hand to Keanu’s shoulder and gently guides him back inside, Bucky’s foot shutting the door behind them. Privacy. A bubble for just them, no one needs to be poking their nosy little heads in. “Hey.” The words come out with feeling now, straight from his chest as wraps his arm around Keanu’s waist, pulling close as the hand on his shoulder moves up to cup his jaw. “Sweetheart. Do you wanna talk about it?”

[sarahs-secrets2]

Ruined Me (Phillip Graves x Reader) 18+࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

This is a request from @underatreedrinkingtea ! I wasn't too familiar with the song so I hope I lived up to the request, I might have gone a different path oops. Also, I feel like I've used all the pictures of Graves I could find on Pinterest so if you see me reusing one... close your eyes you didn't see anything.

Based on Ruins by Aaryan Shah

f! reader (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: NSFW, SMUT, angst, Graves is a dick, pet names, cursing, not a happy ending oops

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Waiting at home for Phillip felt like a losing battle, dating a military man was never easy, but somehow you felt like you got the short end of the stick with Graves. The two of you had been dating for a year, not counting the 3 or 4 breakups which always ended up with you two getting back together (breakup and makeup sex included).

Finally deciding to give up waiting for him, you stood up, flicked off the tv, and walked to the bedroom you and Graves shared whenever he was home, which evidently was not tonight. The obnoxiously bright alarm clock read 3:34 a.m., you pushed it away from you so the light didn't taunt you as you tried to sleep. 

Staring at the ceiling you were hoping you would hear keys at the door or something to let you know he was home, and safe. Eventually, sleep overtook you and you drifted off hoping your military man would be home soon. 

A creak at the door caused you to slightly wake up, flipping the alarm clock towards you to check the time, 5:12 a.m., what the hell. You felt the bed dip as your “long lost” boyfriend had finally found his way back home. 

“Phillip,” you were half awake, “Where were you,” 

“Hey baby, Shepherd had some shit for me, the usual, don't worry about it,” he was pulling you closer to him in bed, he sounded so casual about the whole matter, which just made you more upset. 

“You could’ve texted, you do have a phone”, you adjusted in his arms to face him now.

“Ahh yeah, shit, that's on me, my bad it slipped my mind”, how could texting your girlfriend slip your mind you thought to yourself. Probably another one of his bullshit excuses for something you'd rather not know. 

“Missed you doll”, his hands were all over you as he placed kisses on your neck and forehead. 

“Phillip, I missed you too but it's 5 a.m. can we at least try to go to bed before the sun’s up”, 

“How about we just fuck instead, I don't want to sleep”, Graves was now on top of you continuing his work on your neck, knowing your weakness. “Cmon baby”, 

You felt yourself getting weak under his grasp, he always knew how to make you come apart. You reached a hand up to his face, snaking it around the nape of his neck and pulling him in for a kiss, Graves moaning into your lips as your other hand snuck down to his boxers as you felt for his hard-on.

Phillip’s hands pulled down your shorts and underwear in one motion as he immediately connected his fingers to your heat, wasting no time to dive into your folds. “Let me hear you baby c'mon”, he encouraged your small moans as he continued his work with you. 

“Just fuck me already Phillip”, and he obliged the request as he grabbed both of your legs tossing them over his shoulders, pushing deep inside you. 

Morning eventually rolled around and neither you nor Graves got any amount of sleep. Glancing at the alarm clock that now read 10:23 a.m., you forced yourself to the shower, Phillip still sleeping. 

Mid shower you heard someone on the phone, Graves speaking in a low whisper to the other voice. Cutting the shower short, you wrapped up in a towel to eavesdrop on your boyfriend. 

“I can ship out tonight, whatever you need Captain, hell I’d leave right now”, you felt shell-shocked. He didn't even want to see you when he came home, too busy planning the next mission. “Sounds great, see y’all tonight, bye”. 

“What the hell was that Phillip, another mission? You just got home”,

“It’s business, you wouldn't get it”, he shot back, walking past you into the bathroom, “You done with the shower?”

“Fuck you, it's not business, you're just using me, Phillip, come home for a fuck and then quickly pack up and leave”, seeing red was putting it lightly with how you felt right now. 

“Watch what you’re saying there doll, might say something you regret”, his hand was rubbing his jaw, obviously irritated with you. 

“I’m not gonna regret anything, you come home late, and leave early. It's very obvious I’m just here to fuck, we don't talk about anything, you don't ask me about my day, you're cold to me Phillip”,

“If it's so obvious why’d you let me use you then huh? What makes you think you deserved to be anything more?”, his words stung like venom, you felt frozen standing in a towel as he berated you in the shared bathroom. 

“I hate you so much, Phillip Graves”,

“You don't seem to be understanding this doll, so I’m gonna take that with a grain of salt, I don’t have time to be your ideal boyfriend, I got Shadow Company to run, don't hate me because you let me use you, deep down you knew it”, twisting the knife deeper with his words, he didn’t care how deep the wound he was creating was. Maybe you were mad he was right, mad at yourself for letting it happen, especially for so long.

Graves walked up to you, taking your jaw in his hand and forcing you to look at him, “My loneliness isn't love darling, you just couldn't figure it out fast enough”,

“You ruined me, you wasted a year of my life, what am I supposed to do?”

“Ruined? Don’t be dramatic now,” he was leaning up against the counter now, “Hey you know what, you ever want to fuck again you just give me a call, I would always love to have you in my bed again darling”,

“Get the fuck out of my house Graves, it’s done, we’re done, leave”, your now ex-boyfriend’s hands went up in a defensive matter as he slid past you to leave the bathroom, he grabbed his untouched duffle and headed towards the door. 

“I’ll be seeing you, yeah? Don’t be a stranger gorgeous”, Phillip winked at you as he left, letting the door slam behind him. You stood arms crossed still in shock at what had happened. 

“Karma will get you one day Phillip Graves”, mumbling under your breath as you went back to finish the shower that was interrupted. 

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Another angsty one for yall, sometimes evil Graves just takes over

[shensation]

My back yard is a popular hotspot for neighborhood cats- some outdoor pets, some strays. I've seen at least five DIFFERENT cats drinking from my frog pond. Recently I had been seeing this little black cat a lot more than usual.

So about a week and a half ago, it was pouring rain and I looked onto my deck and what do I see but THREE FERAL KITTENS PLAYING. I think they were born in the bush next to our deck and she took them to high ground when the rain made it swampy. I took the above video where I realize why I'd been seeing that cat so much.

You can also hear in my voice at the end as I wonder what the Hell I'm supposed to do now. Do I... do I just leave the kittens?? The mom will be back when Im gone.

I decided to take them in. Better to be raised in a warm house than grow up feral in my back yard, right? I still believe this but I couldn't help but feel like a kidnapper when I caught them.

I only managed to catch two. The third hid where I couldn't reach him, and the mama came back and took him away. I haven't seen either since. I'm gonna try calling TNR and see if they can find her. I hope that third kitten is okay.

MEANWHILE NOW I HAVE TWO KITTENS.

My pal @squimoo fosters kittens so I yelled at her and she gave me some advice. She said they looked about 4 weeks, which is old enough to be raised away from mom. I gave them warm towels and boxes to hide in, and some of my cat's wet food, and gave them some space.

They slowly got more comfortable and we moved them to the office where we had a little more environmental control. The next day I took them to the vet. Both healthy- no mites or worms or anything, got their shots and flea meds- both girls!

(Husband was a tiny bit sad- he wanted a boy cat lol)

So we have now adopted two precious baby kittens! Over the past week they've warmed up to us a lot, and we're seeing their personalities!

Husband and I each named one. He named the dark one Gally, after his favorite manga Battle Angel Alita.

I named the blonde one Azrael, the angel of death but also Gargamel's cat from the Smurfs. I always thought that was a badass name for a cat lol.

Azrael is cautious and shy but she'll purr for chin scritches. She loves to climb, as high as she can- she'll be the first to knock over our Christmas tree.

Gally is playful and friendly. She loves attention and wet food and attacking our toes. She loves belly rubs and keeps trying to climb up after her sister but isn't as sure of her footing yet.

And that's the story of how I have two new kittens and they are my life and I love them

(Alchemy is displeased. We're working on that.)

[nelithic]

　toa annifoursary (hehe) munday.

Celebrating TOA and the people who contribute to make our group what it is.

Repost, don't reblog. Only fill in what you feel comfortable sharing!

Happy anniversary, TOA! Here's to many more years spent together.

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Name: rai

Pronouns: anything

Birthday (no year): may 17

Where are you from? What is your time zone? us east coast, so est

Roleplay experience: .................. i have to count every time. i think around 18 years now?

Got any pets? nope

Favorite time of year: autumn! november especially

Some interests and things you like: rping is 75% of my life so it embodies most of my free time. otherwise, running and playing ttrpgs, playing games, reading

Some funfacts & trivia about you: i can shake my eyeballs

What non-Fire Emblem games do you play? genshin impact, pokemon, i might sign myself away to hsr tomorrow. i'll give just about any good old turn-based jrpg a try when it comes out

Favorite Pokemon type & Pokemon: flying & raichu ---

How did you get into Fire Emblem? had to have been right before graduation from undergrad, i walked into gamestop and saw fire emblem: fates had just released. decided to give it a shot on a whim. my best friend at the time had played awakening, so i decided to get into the series. binged the rest of it just about straight through from there, starting with fe6

What Fire Emblem games have you played? all except ( ree forgets this every time ) the jugdral games HAHA also still halfway through new mystery

First Fire Emblem game: fe fates: birthright

Favorite Fire Emblem game: fe6: binding blade

Any Fire Emblem crushes? probably endless ksjnglskg. nishiki is maybe the closest i think. oh and lucina.

If you’ve played the following games, who was your first S support? - Awakening: lucina. i don't think i ever s-supported anyone elSE - Fates: nishiki - Three Houses: uhhhhh was it felix? or was it dimitri idr. i think it was felix - Engage: gregory

Favorite Fire Emblem class: NOMAAAAAAAAD

If you were a Fire Emblem character, what would be your class? i've been told mage > dark knight which seems to check out with the fact that my boss insists that my d&d class would be warlock with eldritch being as my patron

If you were a Three Houses character, what would be your affiliation? probably black eagles tbh

If you were an Engage character, which Emblem would you Engage with? i'm not sure what qualifier this is based on ksjlskgml i'd like to believe leif? but probably closer to veronica or soren ---

How did you find TOA? well.

Current TOA muses: caeldori, nel, rosado

Who was your first TOA muse? If you don’t have them anymore, could you see yourself picking them up again? felix. for a while after i dropped him i thought i had run the gambit with him in terms of narrative i wanted to explore and figured he was going on the top shelf. but the last half year or so he's been wanting to come back...

Have you had any other TOA muses? YIKES, have i. felix, sety, idunn, volug, leif, yuri, kurthnaga, ephraim, lucius, etzel

Do you think you have a type of character you gravitate towards? most common ones are probably the Sad Sack Sages ( hi etzel, sety ), fiery boys with hearts of gold ( felix, leif ), and dark paladins ( nel, felix ). i also really like chaotic neutral trickster types, but aren't usually confident enough in my ability to write for them haha

What do you believe you enjoy writing the most? action scenes for sure. any scene where there's external momentum driving things forward and giving a sense of momentum and urgency. also just anything that lets me worldbuild or exploring facets of worldbuilding hehe

Favorite TOA-related memory: that's a hard one. probably the final week of arcadia, our first lore event. all the teams ended up in boss battles, but they weren't the guaranteed staple of lore event endings like they are now. it just kind of happened because that's where the stories ended up. the collaborative scene-building and sense of camaraderie in the fights against gricenchos and gofannon are still unmatched for me to this day. they felt like dynamic scenes right out of a lord of the rings movie

How do you pronounce TOA? as the letters haha tee-oh-ay

Got any delusions that didn’t see the light of day in TOA that you’d like to share? i have constant delusions. i've been saying since ferp that i want to play eltshan someday and never have LOL. bringing lester into toa. bringing zeiss to toa. i have a url saved for lyre. it kind of feels wrong not having a single muse from either jugdral or tellius HAHA

[darklylucid]

Grief Posting

Over a year ago, after looking up smutty ‘Avengers imagines’ on Pinterest, I followed a ‘trail of breadcrumbs’ that led from Wattpad to AO3 and, consequentially, to Tumblr’s slasher fandom where I discovered (much to my everlasting joy) a bunch of fellow horny weirdoes that loved slashers just as much as I did.

I loved the community so much that I decided to become a part of it and created this account with the hope that writing again would help distract me from two emotionally crippling events in my life - my mother being diagnosed with cancer for the second time in her life and the death of the much loved cat who was a huge part of my life for 21 years, my Honey.   

It was a very tough battle, but with the help of CAR T-cell therapy, my mom once again kicked cancer’s ass, but in a very cruel twist of fate, the grief I still feel over the loss of my cat, even after a year and a half of his passing, is ironically preventing me from writing - which was the very thing I hoped would distract me from it!

The slasher fandom of Tumblr has been like a family to me, so in the hopes that it’ll help lighten the massive weight of grief from my heart, I share with you, the family I chose, photos, memories and stories of my sweet boy. The goodest boy. The softest boy. My cat brother from a very different mother. My Honey.

Look at him. Look at his cuteness,

He came to us as a birthday gift to my sister, an undersized and pitiable barn kitten taken from his mother a little too soon, stuffed into a motorcycle helmet and unceremoniously (and irresponsibly) given to someone who lacked both the mental and emotional capacity to care for anything more complex than a pet rock.

He was, in short order, ‘rescued’ by my mom and I and became ‘our cat’, but because he was so young (his ears were still on the side of his head), my mom had to teach him how to feed himself by getting him to lick warm milk off her finger until he understood what a bowl of warm milk was for. 

Fortunately, he soon proved to be both an incredibly resilient little bit of fur and a fast learner and took to self-feeding remarkably fast, especially when he discovered how utterly delicious tiny bits of chopped-up hotdogs were...

Some of his accomplishments as a kitten include teaching himself how to climb the drawer-pulls on the kitchen drawers to get onto the counter, becoming ‘defender of the household’ by eating the Cellar Spiders in the basement and saving us from a (presumably) possessed evil potato which we found in the middle of the kitchen floor one morning covered in bite-marks. 

Look at this sweet little face - it got kissed so often it was a wonder he didn’t have bare patches...sometimes I risked missing the bus to work for how many times I had to stop getting ready, track him down and (sometimes forcibly...) pepper him with kisses. 

During his lifetime, as I imagine most cats do, he collected quite an...eclectic...collection of names besides ‘Honey’, and here is a short list of the more memorable ones I called him:

Hanny, Hanners, Hannums, Hunnums, Mr Scrotes, The Ball-less Wonder, Numb-Nuts, Mr Snip-Snip, Floophen-Poofen, Butt-Nuts, Fuzz-Nuts, M.U.D.H.L (short for ‘miniature urban domestic house lion’), Brother Meow, Vomit Comet, Mama’s handsomest little man, Purr-Machine, miserable fucking furry little bastard (when he was being an asshole), Ball-Munch, Mr Pantaloons, Fuzzlumps, ‘Fleasimus Minimus’, Sir Sheds-Alot, My Main Meow, and Snuggle-Bug.

When he upchucked on the carpet, I derisively addressed him by this rather elaborate moniker, ‘Sir Spews, Baron Of Barf, Viscount Of Vomit, Prince Of Puke, Highness Of Hork.’ 

With a face this sweet, who could be mad at him for too long, though.

Mom and I ‘rescued’ him a second time when my (dumbass) sister tried taking him with her when she moved out, as she’d convinced herself that it was perfectly fine to lock a cat up in a tiny bedroom without food, water or a litter box all day long until she got home (”I don’t want him getting food and litter on my bed!!!”)

On that day, he officially became my cat.

‘The French Fry Oil Incident’

One morning while I was getting ready for work, mom noticed a series of wet patches on the living room carpet and, understandably, assumed Honey had peed on the carpet (when he was ‘pissy’ about something, he let us know), but when she touched it, discovered that is wasn’t urine at all, but used cooking oil. 

One ‘oh shit’ moment later and a quick peek at the oil-splattered kitchen revealed the source of the grease stains - mom had been deep-frying some potato chips the night before in a shallow frying pan and had left it on the counter to cool, and we suspect Honey had jumped onto the counter in the middle of the night, stuck his tail in the used oil, whipped it around in a blind panic and then fled to the living room where he attempted to groom it off of himself.

One frantic search later revealed our poor little man, cowering in misery under mom’s bed with half the fur on his body soaked through to the skin with vegetable oil and smelling like he just took a dip in a McDonalds deep-fryer. 

We attempted to wash the oil out of his fur in the kitchen sink but all we ended up doing was making it worse, but then I remembered watching TV commercials that showed people washing crude oil off of ducks with Dawn dish soap, so we agreed that I’d bring a bottle home after work and we’d try again.

When I got home, we filled the bottom of the bathtub three inches deep with warm water, added in a copious amount of soap and then lowered the poor cat into it for the first (and only) bath of his life. Oh, how he howled, yowled, hissed and spit, but only for the first thirty seconds until he suddenly went dead-quiet, ‘gave up on life’ and waited for death’s sweet embrace. 

The dish soap worked perfectly, he was de-greased in no time at all and the only genuine protest he made in regards to trying to bite us was when I vigorously ‘sudsed up’ his ball sack. 

Unfortunately, in order to avoid traumatizing him further, we had to use towels to get the excess water out of his fur instead of the hair drier, but that caused him to get so chilled he started to shiver, so I brought him downstairs to the basement, heated up a series of bath towels in the dryer on the hot cycle and used them to warm him up.

One day later, we had a clean, warm, dry, happy and sweet-smelling cat that only continued to give me dirty looks for a week of so before he was back to his normal self.

Co-operative Hunting (cat style)

I was trying (and failing) to kill a house fly with the swatter one day while Honey was watching me with mildly disdainful interest from where he was comfortably stretched out on the floor in the living room. 

I glared at him in frustration and snapped, “Just don’t lie there, you miserable lazy beast! Earn your keep and DO SOMETHING!”

He got up, stretched, yawned, caught it between his paws in mid-air with a mighty leap, and ate it. Good cat...

Pokes Of Indignity

One day, he was curled up in front of me on the bed while I was reading a book, and without looking, I reached out to pat him on the head without noticing he’d gotten up and I accidentally jabbed him in the anus with my finger. 

He whirled around, hissed mightily, gave me the dirtiest look and retreated upstairs while I laughed so hard I almost peed. It’s a damn good thing I don’t have long manicured fingernails...

Boobs...

He loved ‘hugging my tits’ while I was in bed, and every night for years without fail he’d sit his furry ass down on my right side, place his paws on the blankets right over my boob and make ‘biscuits’ while I pet him. 

He would also crawl into my lap while I was sitting on the couch and put his paws up on my boobs, and if I moved them off, he’d move them right back where they were. Lester Sinclair in cat form, I swear...

He was an absolute menace when it came to shoelaces (forbidden cat spaghetti) and if mom or I forgot to hide our shoes, we’d wake up in the morning to find the laces chewed into wet gooey bits.

If he didn’t follow me down to bed, I’d yowl loudly (I’d let out a very loud, very poignant “YEOOOOOOOOWWW!”) until he came down to see ‘what my problem was’, jumping onto the bed and sniffing my face before I’d settle him down beside me for cuddles. Sometimes, I even fell asleep with my arm around him before he left.

If I laid in bed with the alarm going off for too long, he’d come pounding down the basement stairs, jump on the bed and yowl in my face.

When I was working in the kitchen, randomly, he’d sashay in, throw himself at my legs and then leave. 

He seemed to like having his tail whipped around, I’d grab it by the base, violent shake it and he never complained.

His favourite toys were the bird feathers I found for him outside, the plastic rings from milk jugs and pom-poms.

He never tried climbing the Christmas tree.

Sometimes, I’d forcibly flip him onto his back, face-plant his belly and attempt to ‘blow a raspberry’. He was never amused by it, but he did ‘put up with it.’

He loved us making him ‘blanket nests’ on the couch, and all we’d have to do is hold up a blanket for him to see and he’d jump up on the couch, howl at us until he’d been covered up and he’d stay there for hours. 

I had the back door open one day to air the house out, and a young black squirrel jumped through the doorway and into the living and landed right in front of him. No hiss, no paw-swatting, no aggression, they simply touched noses and gave each other a thorough sniffing before the squirrel scampered back outside.

(The squirrels in the court are accustomed to people letting their cats roam and take no shit, because they *know* they’re faster and have sharper teeth, and the cats seem to respect that. I’ve seen various cats 'loafed’ on the ground mere feet from where a group of squirrels are feeding on a seed pile and the squirrels don’t even acknowledge them...)

He would dry-hump the frilly pillows on mom’s bed the moment she got into it nearly every night of his life (it’s a good thing he was fixed...) 

He adored olives, and on the very rare occasion we’d give him a few bits of them to eat. One day, he smelled olives on my mom’s breath, realized that she’d eaten some without giving him any, let loose one hell of a growl and hissed in her face.

I woke up one morning with a ‘cat hat’, he’d wrapped himself around my head in the night and I woke up with his tail curled around my throat and his warm cat breath in my ear.

The older he got, the more he came to realize that belly rubs felt good. Sometimes, when he’d be laying beside me on the couch and I’d go for the belly, and he’d actually lift his leg dog-style and give me full access. 

I taught him how to pee in the bathtub. 

Yes, I did. No, I won’t say how because it’s embarrassing, but I will say that it saved one hell of a lot of money on litter. 

A couple of times while was in the shower, covered head to toe in soap, he’d scream at me that he wanted to go pee. I had to shut off the water, move the shower curtain aside to let him jump into the tub, wait until he’d peed and jumped out before I could finish my shower.

(Teaching him to ‘aim for the drain’ was hit and miss...sometimes he’d aim and sometimes I’d have to swivel his furry ass around for him)

I loved to use him as a ‘pillow’, he’d be curled up on mom’s bed in a blanket nest and I’d lay down beside him, rest my head on the middle of his body with just enough pressure to press my ear against him and listen to him purr. He actually seemed to enjoy it, sometimes turning his head and lick my cheek, and he never left before I was satisfied.

He was given raw meat, beef, pork and chicken his entire life to supplement his kibbles, and he always got the first taste of the Thanksgiving and Christmas turkey, both raw and after it was cooked. No matter where he was in the house, awake or asleep, if you called out, “Honey! MEAT!” he’d come running to get his share. 

Some of his favourite snacks included tiny tidbits of olives, cream cheese, ‘meat macaroni and cheese’ lunch meat and strawberry Haagen-Dazs ice-cream. 

He never had a taste for fish, but he did enjoy the occasional cooked egg yolk.

His all-time favourite place to nap was on the couch beside me, curled up on or in either a blanket or one of my hoodies, and an hour long TV show would usually take an hour and a half to get through with the amount of times I paused it to pet him so I wouldn’t miss anything.

He made it all the way to the venerable age of twenty-one, a remarkable age for any cat, and until the last month of his life, he’d never been sick, never had to suffer through the indignity of fleas or ticks and was pampered every last minute of it (as a strictly indoor cat, his paws never once touched dirt)

Warning - non graphic mentions of pet death under the cut, bitter regret and a lot of sadness. 

As he got older, thinner, lost most of his apatite and spent more and more time sleeping, my mom told me that at some point, we'd have to consider putting him down, but I kept insisting that “We’ll keep him until we find him cold and dead on the floor.”

I was selfish. I didn’t want to let him go, I couldn’t. He gave me something to look forward when I got home after work, he helped keep me going after struggling with crippling depression my entire life and I still needed him, so I waited until it was past the time he should have been taken to get put to sleep.

I had to watch him fade, and that was so much worse, because by the time I made an appointment to bring him into the vet, he was almost half gone already. 

I kept my hands on him while the vet did what should have been done days before, and still he purred for me until...he didn’t. I’d never witnessed an animal’s death before, and I can still remember putting my fingers on his throat to see if he was still breathing and feeling nothing.

I don’t remember the taxi ride home, only walking into an empty, dark house and making him a blanket nest on the couch where it stayed for a week.

I’m still not over the loss, and I hope that by sharing with you my stories of him and a small taste of the love I felt for him, still feel for him, it’ll help me in some way.

He was my boy. My Honey, and I’ll always miss him. 

[carl-unironic]

on-site as of doing the other prompt for 26th of risetober I’m just gonna share my redesign of renet tilly

Name: renet tilly (Mikey named her after a hip-hop artist he listened too)

gender: girl

sexuality: Omnisexual

species: kraang.

Occupation: junior soldier of the kraang

backstory: this redesign takes place in the rise universe, so when she was traveling to the earth dimension, half way through the portal had closed and she crashed her ship in the hidden city (portal dimension stuff idk). She lost her memory after the crash, only remembering how to work the strange device in her tentacle. Fast-forward a little bit, she dawns kraang armor and a headpiece similar to a nun, with two gauntlets that stem from the black bindings on her wrist. She fights in the battle nexus, feeling it’s the only place she belongs. She goes by the name of “timetress”.

walking on the streets were too dangerous, how would other people know who she is when she doesn’t either?

I’m thinking about making a comic/fic about how her and Mikey meet and….other stuff….

let’s go into the design of her costume!

So dimension X has these things called “muta-gems” these crystals give their armory various powers and allow them to take a more human form. Her gauntlets are powered by these crystals, when she hits a surface, there is a radius in which a “time zone” appears, making everything slow down and have her seem quicker to anyone watching within the zone.

The top half armor kind of flakes out from the chest plate part of the armor, while the bottom part is more manually put on.

(note: this design is pretty beta put I’m planing adding more details to tell the story so dw❤️)

the reason why I decided to redesign her was because when I saw the episode where renet was introduced I fucking hated her design. I have no issues with the character herself, she’s a sweetheart but omfg it brought out a pet peeve within me.

I usually group TMNT with sci-fi, and when they started bringing fucking time magic and travel, it just didn’t work. Time travel can be sci-fi, but the way they handled it was infuriating. Renet looks like she belongs in a fantasy setting, not a sci-fi one. If they were gonna introduce time-travel, then they should have went the cyberpunk route for her, since that’s what the TMNT version of New York looks like it would be heading to more cyberpunk shit. Her wand or cane or whatever tf doesn’t even match that well with her, it looks too rusty and uses warm and dark colors instead of the cooler and lighter colors renet uses.

WHY ARE THOSE FUCKING LITTLE BUBBLE WRAP THINGS ON HER TOP???? It looks so out of place, you would use that kind of stuff for aquatic character tbh. The only thing that relates to time is the headpiece she has, I really like it I think it’s creative but it also looks…tacky… like a knights helmet but not.

so for this redesign I decided to go for more spiky and sharper edges to signify danger and such. I’ll also add more stuff to the gauntlets and chest plate to be more related to time.

[rosierabbitart]

Okay so I wanted to make a post about my dnd oc and her family, because this is all insanity and y'all deserve hearing it.

So we start out with my oc, Nessie.

She is a path of the seeker warlock with amnesia from the axe in her head. She is still alive (important for later).

This woman does not need to breathe. She ignores difficult terrain. She is resistant to fire and ice. She also cannot see shit due to brain damage. Her intimidation and deception are at +8, I do not remember what I did to get this. Her pact was to let a seeker named Aranea use her eyes 24/7 to witness the world in exchange for power. She can also talk to spiders from this pact.

Point is, Nessie is a lil freak.

After the one shot turned to a full campaign, we chased away pirates that were invading the city and end up in the fae wild. Here, we found a displacer kitten, who was projecting a mama displacer beast to scare off people for safety.

Nessie befriended the kitten, and she became her pet. Kitten got named Aroura, and has since terrorized multiple people with her projections. She is a little menace who just wants fish and stops at nothing for it.

Then we have Nessie's now girlfriend, Kayla.

Kayla was introduced by speaking to Nessie and trying to charm her. This failed (woo half elf advantage) and she got so flustered about it failing she ran away.

We then saw her again on the pirate ship and had a "take 2" meeting. Her and Nessie got closer naturally instead, forming a bond. Nessie learned that Kayla is a shape shifter, which came in handy many times.

Then on the pirate ship Nessie met an albino orphan girl, who was going to be taken for human experiments but the crew said no. The girl clung to Nessie best because Nessie is ironically the most sane party member, and Nessie was nice to her.

The girl had no name, so decided to name herself Snow Crown, for her white hair and it sounded intimidating to her. Nessie and Kayla both gave life advice to Snow Crown, and they all grew closer into a family.

And then the pirate ship crashed after captain boss battle.

Snow Crown was severely injured, and got flown to a nearby walled city by Kayla while Nessie was taken into custody outside the wall and faced trial with the party for being pirates. (We won the trial through threatening the judge) Once released, it was Nessie's priority to find the two. She had Aroura because the kitten hid in Nessie's cloak for safety.

She found Snow Crown in a hospital bed, miraculously doing better... but with a completely exposed spine.

Turns out, Snow Crown was so scared of dying and leaving us, that she made a deal with an undead false god to be brought to life if her body hosted a demon.

So my daughter is now undead, in a city where undead are illegal. And has a powerful demon inside her as a now lvl 1 warlock. Yay

But then to find Kayla, which turns out she was hunting an extremely powerful would-kill-her-1-turn dude to get money for Snow Crown's treatment. We got her out of there, and we were all reunited. However, Kayla seems uncomfortable about Snow Crown now being undead.

On a small date, Kayla confesses to Nessie that she has actually been undead this whole time, under the lich we killed in the one shot. She was sent on a mission to kill Nessie in revenge, and spends every single second with her lich yelling to kill her. But Kayla actually does love Nessie and resists it despite the urge to kill.

Also she's descendant from slimes. We found that out after she died to a dragon.

So in summary:

Nessie: only actually alive one, mistaken undead because lil freak.

Aroura: fae kitten menace.

Kayla: undead slime girl that wants to kill girlfriend.

Snow Crown: also undead child with demon powers.

I have the weirdest dnd family possible. Nessie and Kayla haven't even kissed yet.

[theweirdspacejellyfish]

Old animated movie/ shows you should watch!

Pom poko 1994 - movie

Summary: raccoons of the tama hills are being forced their homes by the rapid development of houses and shopping malls. As it becomes harder to find food and shelter, they decide to band together and fight back. The raccoons practice and perfect the ancient art of transformation until they are even able to appear as humans in hilarious circumstances

City Hunter 1987 - 4 seasons

Summary: ryo saeba works the streets of Tokyo as the city Hunter. He’s a “sweeper” and with his sidekick kaori makimura, he keeps the city clean. People hire the city Hunter to solve their dangerous problems, which he does with a colt python. When ryos not working on a case, he’s working on getting the ladies, and kaori must keep him in check with her trusty 10 kg hammer

Freakazoid! 1995 - 2 seaons

Summary: the adventures of the title character, freakazoid, a manic, insane superhero who battles with an array of super villains

Gargoyles 1994 - 3 seasons

Summary: a adaptation of the video game and comic

Jackie chan adventures 2000 - 5 seasons

Summary: American animated television series chronicling the adventures of a fictionalized version of action film star Jackie chan

Vampire Hunter D: bloodlust 2000 - movie

Summary: D has been hired to track down Meier Link, a notoriously powerful vampire who had abducted a woman, Charlotte Elbourne. D’s orders are strict- find Charlotte, at any cost: for the first time, D faces serious completion. The Markus Brothers, a family of vampire hunters, were hired at for the same bounty. D must intercept Meier and conquer hostile forces on all sides in a deadly race against time

The Oblongs 2001 - 2 seaons

Summary:

Dave the barbarian 2004 - 2 seasons

Summary: the show follows a barbarian named Dave, his sisters, uncle, talking sword, and pet dragon on their daily adventures

Class of the titans 2005 - 2 seasons

Summary:

Devil may cry 2007 - 1 season

Summary: the adventures of the demon Hunter Dante who himself is a half demon and half human

The stinky crow show 2008 - 1 season

Summary: based on the comic strip Maakies

Stoked 2009 - 2 seasons

Summary:

Firebreather 2010 - movie

Summary: it’s not easy being a teen like Duncan. His mom wants him to pay more attention to his homework, while his dad - a 120 foot tall monster known as a kaiju - wants him to become the next king of all monsters. When these worlds collide, Duncan must use his human wits and his kaiju powers - including super strength, ability and the ability to breathe fire - to protect his family and friends from a giant monster rampage

Wolverine 2011 - 1 season

Summary: Wolverine is a mutant, possessing animal keen senses, enchanted psychical capabilities, three retracting bone claws on each hand and a healing factor that allows him to recover from virtually any wound, disease or toxin at a accelerated rate

Alamo’s naked animals 2011 - 2 seasons

Summary: underwear clad animals led by house the canine run the beachfront hotel banana cabana, leading to mayhem destruction and tons of all around fun

Supernatural: the animation 2011 - 1 season

Summary: after losing their mother to a demon, two brothers grow up fighting supernatural beings

[phoenixyfriend]

When Obi-Wan gets to AotC, there's also about two dozen Anakin clones on-site. They're all girls because... IDK Anakin is trans. They have a hive mind and are developmentally a few years younger than Anakin himself.

It's incredibly unsettling to Obi-Wan.

It's almost definitely a "fuck with Anakin's already fragile mental health" ploy by Palpatine, along with a "what if Jedi Black Widows, for me, a Sith Lord. Wouldn't that be neat? That would be neat."

Anakin is torn between "this freaks me out" and "GANG OF BABY SISTERS LET'S GOOOOOOO."

(I just finished reading Like Real People Do by glimmerglanger, so this is definitely inspired by that and the obligatory 'lay back in bed and daydream variations on plot points of that fic you just really enjoyed,' and also a little by Same Heart, Same Blood by loosingletters.)

They're physically like 14-16 on average, and Anakin's vibrating out of his skin with a million conflicting emotions, but when he tells Padme she's just like "oh, you have a handmaiden gang!"

I told this to @willowcrowned and she suggested:

Once Anakin decides to repress the part of him that’s weirded out and just regard them as baby sisters he gets. A little strange about it The first time one of them dies he may or may not slaughter every person he can [in response to Padme's comment] Anakin starts worrying that he needs to get them cool matching outfits

I also chatted about it with @firebirdeternal and they said:

Gang of Unsettling Smol Siblings is exactly the Karma that Anakin deserves

Do you think the Clones have a kind of Collective Name that they use at first that eventually just kind of morphs into a new last name? Skysisters or something? Like Palpatine was trying to be clever and name them like the Nightsisters.

I initially went with "functionally one person" hive-mind but I'm torn.

I think maybe they're BASICALLY one person on Kamino but drift into Separate Consciousness once they're far enough apart physically that their minds don't blend from proximity anymore.

Then they start Dating (like half of them are dating Fett clones because they grew up with these dudes, it's like childhood friends romance), and Anakin loses his mind about Protecting Them and They're Too Young.

Padme: You're nineteen and we just got married, they can date. Anakin: THEY'RE EIGHT. Padme: And the Fett clones are ten and dying for us in the field. Get them rights before you panic about their love lives.

Firebird:

it could be worse, one of them could imprint on Obi-Wan. "Anakin I promise I won't yell at you for the next five stupid things you do if you can figure out a way to stop this baby from having a crush on me" (I like the idea of Obi-wan bargaining not with "I won't be mad at you ever" because they Both Know That's Not True, and instead haggling with specific allowances. Like he's handing out Stupidity Coupons)

Please imagine Mace and Obi-Wan's personal responses to the idea of suddenly having to deal with not one, not two, but OVER TWENTY SKYWALKERS.

Plo is delighted to take one off their hands.

So is Yoda.

Willow:

Mace is like. okay suicide isn’t the Jedi way but on the other hand. i physically cannot deal with this Yoda: a skywalker, you say? one who is tall enough to reach the top shelf, you say? such a skywalker, bring me

Anakin would be given at least one because fuck you, suffer with us, but he's still a padawan so Ugh, fine, no.

I want to say one stays on Coruscant to hang out with the Guard, and ends up half-adopted by Padme. She keeps dressing up the Aniclone left with her in handmaiden outfits and sending selfies to Anakin.

"Hanging out with the little SiL!"

Anakin has so many issues about WHEN his genetic material was acquired.

And there's some confusion from the Fett clones about how much of a hive mind is normal for Jedi. They are confused that the answer is basically none, and "this is WHY nobody clones a Jedi"

ONE OF THEM STEALS BOBA FROM THE ARENA ON GEONOSIS.

Firebird:

"I have followed in our progenitor's footsteps and acquired a sibling." holds up a struggling Boba "He bites."

Willow:

Ooooo okay so if they have a sort of hive mind then they probably don’t have names other than their designations on Kamino right BUT When they SEPARATE The one that picks Boba up on Geonosis gets a name specifically for that. Okay what if the one Padmé picks up gets some variant on ‘pretty’ because she’s always being dressed up BELLE Maybe Yoda’s Ani has a name that means thief? Because obviously Yoda is using Anakin to steal sweets

So, to make the timeline work...

I don't think anyone would give Anakin one of his sisters until after he's knighted at least.

So obviously when they're doing initial placements none of the sisters go to him or Obi-Wan.

Once he's knighted, of course they're already all placed with someone, and Anakin instead gets Ahsoka. He loves Ahsoka. She is also a little sister. He said so.

At some point afterwards, one of the sisters is left without a place because the Master that was in charge of her died in the field battle.

That sister then gets placed with Obi-Wan, because he's already mostly-successfully raised one Skywalker, so he can do it again.

Anakin gets to hang out with her basically all the time.

Ahsoka is very very jealous of this girl stealing Anakin's attention.

Anakin is oblivious to the rivalry.

He asks Barriss to look after them while he's discussing Adult War Things with Luminara and Obi-Wan, and Barriss gets an eye into This Mess, which is quickly colored by Ahsoka growing a puppy crush on the lovely Miss Offee herself.

Firebird:

Ahsoka: Ah yes, my nemesis. Anisister: Ah yes, my new older sister whom I want to impress so bad.

"I will impress her by being Stoic and Competent" "Oh my god she must think she's so much better than me what a bitch"

Anakin is oblivious to most things to be fair Anakin: Laser focused precision fighting machine who can read the tiniest body movements and predict your moves seconds in advance, who also cannot understand even the most basic social nuance. I was originally writing this as to Dunk on Anakin but then I made myself sad, because none of those things are really his fault.

So you know that post about like, Sasuke and Brooding, specifically in the context of "Brooding" as it's used to refer to Nesting Chickens? Grouchy and protective and sitting on a tennis ball trying to hatch it because they're just. "These are my Babies." Anakin Broods. Baby sisters. Must protecc. "I'm actually fine and extremely deadly in combat." "MUST PROTECT."

Bad Guy: [catches Ahsoka in a Trap] Aniclone: Must rescue sister! Aniclone: [fights, is not winning fight, gets ouched] Ahsoka tearing her way out of Trap: I lived bitch. Also: stay the fuck away from her. [murders so hard]

Ahsoka catches the Protective Older Sib feels by the traditional method: "Hey, only I'm allowed to be mean to them."

Willow:

Oh Anakin has no clue what’s going on. He walks in on Ahsoka glaring at the Ani and is like!!! Little sisters!!! Bonding!!! When Ahsoka was about three seconds away from tossing her out of the airlock. Ahsoka mistakenly assumes that Barriss has a crush on the Ani, and gets even MORE jealous.

Obi-Wan is like oh god. I can’t take care of an Anakin going through puberty again. He’s great with periods and other stuff because he read about a billion books. He is TERRIBLE with everything else, as he was the first time.

Barriss is like???? YOU'RE BOTH CHILDREN, PLEASE CALM DOWN, I HAVE ZERO INTEREST IN DATING ANYONE, LET ALONE SOMEONE YOUR AGE.

IDK how old Obi-Wan's Aniclone is, probably physically the same age as Ahsoka?

Per @atagotiak on discord:

Also something something, similarities btw Anakin and Obi-Wan where like. "Am I a parent? That seems uncomfortable, I'm too young to be a dad to a kid this age, I mean I'm cool with being a mentor/caretaker but..."

Obi-Wan can't even sidestep parenthood this time.

"Is Anakin basically your dad?" "Uhhhhhh" [Muffled discussion] "So Obi-Wan is your dad." "Okay!" "WAIT NO I DIDN'T AGREE TO THIS"

Ahsoka: She's stealing my brother, that BITCH. Obi-Wan's Aniclone: new sister new sister new sister gotta make a good impression

Firebird:

I feel like the Sister Squad would make very effective interstellar espionage agents Even like, kind of by accident. They just get encouraged to branch out in their interests and figure out what they want to do with their lives and end up all over the dang place, and since they're all pretty dang competent they tend to gravitate towards Important Positions wherever they end up. Except for one sister who just retires to raise Space Sheep.

I like that in this AU Palpatine is just like "I will create an army of Loyal Murderers who will obey my every whim and also be a big psychological lever on my Other Pet Murderer," and then they all just Baby Duckling imprint on the first Jedi to be nice to them instead and he has to just be like "Wait no not like that."

AND one of them Steals Boba

I want Obi-Wan's Aniclone to start dating Fives. All the sisters judge her for it, because he's a Goof. A very competent, ARC Trooper goof! But a goof.

Not as goofy as Anakin, though.

Firebird:

Who expects a clone of Anakin Skywalker to not make questionable lifelong romantic choices impulsively?

[smileysuh]

Players : Wonwoo

🌙 staring. Wonwoo x original character 

🔮 synopsis. When Wonwoo’s group of streamers started interacting with another team, Wonwoo never expected to meet his match with a gamer by the name of FaeDaddy. Competitive to a fault, the two clash heads as Fae gets more engrained with the group. She’s used to being ‘Daddy’ and having an army of simps behind her, but what happens when she decides it might be fun to tease the only guy who hasn’t wanted to simp for her.

cw/ tw. switchblade play, use of toys/vibrators, pet names, daddy, sir, power dynamics, power bottom/brat oc, spanking, degradation and mean pet names but it’s Wonwoo, unprotected sex, choking, 69-ing, oral (f/m receiving) size kink, man handling, a lot of pushing oc into the bed with his entire body, mean wonwoo, phone sex, sex in public, marking, quickies, multiple sex scenes, etc…

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 19.7k

🍭 aus. gamer/streamer au, enemies to lovers, tsundre!Wonwoo, slow burn, hard/mean dom! Wonwoo, fuck buddies to lovers, lets be fuckbuddy enemies and not tell anyone we’re fucking, secret relationship, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. gamer wonwoo lives in my mind rent free

Chapter 1

It was a close game. Wonwoo couldn’t remember the last time he and his team mates had come face to- well, twitch stream, with another group of players who could actually stand a chance against the thirteen member friend group who had been playing together since they were children.

“Shit, I found the sniper.” Hoshi gasped in Wonwoo’s ear, causing one of the last surviving members to groan loudly, smashing his thumb into the controller to run away because Hoshi hadn’t found the sniper.

The sniper had found Hoshi. And it had killed him. 

“What’s their gamer tag?” Another teammate asked in Wonwoo’s ear, but he was only half listening as he ran from the location where Hoshi had died, not wanting to be next on the sniper’s chopping block.

“Wait, no way. It’s fucking FaeDaddy.” Mingyu’s voice always received more attention from Wonwoo than others, and he perked up, flexing his shoulders as he jabbed his thumb against the joystick.

“Who’s FaeDaddy?” Wonwoo asked- just as he took a bullet to the head, ending the game with a loss for his team. His eyes immediately went to the chat on the twitch stream, which had exploded, much like his brain.

A few guys laughed through the coms, and it was Jeonghan who answered. “Only one of the fucking coolest new streamers on Twitch. You really have been living under a rock for the past week.”

Wonwoo had been doing an extensive replay of one of his favourite open world games for the past week, so, to be fair, he hadn’t really been paying much attention to new streamers.

When Wonwoo turned his camera off for the night and settled in for bed, he tossed and turned, unable to get comfortable even in the silky sheets that his job as a well known Twitch Streamer provided him. He sat up, grabbing his phone to type in ‘FaeDaddy’ and he scoffed loudly in the emptiness of his room when her info came up.

Because of course FaeDaddy was a girl, and a pretty one at that.

In fact, as Wonwoo found his way to the streamer’s instagram and scrolled through picture after picture of gamer and egirl aesthetics mixed with soft grunge and horror- Wonwoo began to think she might just be the prettiest girl he’d ever seen.

Chapter 2

“God fucking damn it!” Wonwoo growled the moment his stream was over. He stood, pivoting and slamming his hand into the punching bag he kept in the corner of his room, ignoring the sting of it against his knuckles.

This was the fourth time this week that his team has battled FaeDaddy and her own group of well known twitch streamers, and - although it had been fabulous for all of their channels - Wonwoo was getting tired of losing.

Not that he even lost all the time- but his win ratio had been very high up until this past week, and now it wasn’t looking so hot.

Others like Hoshi may have been fine with dying - he’d had a low win ratio to start with - if it meant he had more people popping in to watch his streams where he screamed ‘horanghae’ before running into enemy fire- but Wonwoo was a seasoned gamer. And he was not happy about the way things were going- especially since joining a private discord between his thirteen friends, and the twenty new streamers they were interacting with.

FaeDaddy wasn’t around in chat all the time, in fact, she streamed less than most of the others, but when she was around, she always commanded attention- and it was something that was getting on Wonwoo’s nerves.

“She’s so cool.” Mingyu had said while they were at a bar, supposedly doing boys night… which had turned into the entire 95 line huddling around Mingyu’s phone to watch FaeDaddy’s stream.

This had made Wonwoo dislike her even more.

It hadn’t helped that she kept killing him with headshots, almost as if she had a personal vendetta against him-

Wonwoo’s phone rang, distracting him from his anger, and he brought it to his ear, eyes turning to his clock, which flashed 1:00am up at him.

“You’re not mad, are you?”

Wonwoo sighed, “why would I be mad, Mingyu?”

“Because Fae keeps killing you, and I think you’re one of the only members of our team who hasn’t really talked to her since our groups started interacting.”

“Did S.coups put you up to this?” Wonwoo collapsed onto his bed, enjoying the way air puffed up around him while he descended into his fluffy comforter. He couldn’t help the sigh of pleasure that left his lips. He was tired, and in need of a good sleep.

“Maybe, but hey, we’re just worried about you. We know you get… uh, competitive.”

“I get competitive?” Wonwoo laughed, “what about Jeonghan and Seungkwan-”

“They’re competitive, but they’ll still bend over backwards to let a pretty girl kick their ass if it means they get a chance with her after. But you?” Mingyu chuckled, “something tells me if anyone, let alone a girl, came for your title as top gamer, you wouldn’t hesitate to curb stomp them to death.”

Wonwoo smiled at his ceiling, closing his eyes and running a hand through his hair while he got comfortable, “good. Then we’re all clear on Fae testing me.”

Mingyu groaned loudly, “Wonwoo be nice.”

Wonwoo laughed again. It was as if Mingyu forgot his brand at times.

“I’m never nice.”

He hung up the phone.

Chapter 3

“Who’s gonna be there again?” Wonwoo asked. His hands were shoved into the pockets of his black joggers as he and Hoshi ascended the stairs towards the movie theatre.

“Just some of the other horror nerds in the chat.” Hoshi answered, beanie covered head dipping obviously to show Wonwoo what he was checking his phone even as the tired gamer trailed behind him.

Hoshi had dragged Wonwoo from his sleep, telling him that he needed a friend to hold his hand at the new horror movie some of their new streamer buddies wanted to go to. And because no one else was around - and those who were there, were streaming - Wonwoo had groaned, ran a hand through his messy curls, put on his glasses, a black hoodie with matching Nike air forces, and rolled with it.

Now here he was; regretting it, and they weren’t even at the movie yet.

Wonwoo was too tired to consider who in the massive mixed chat were horror nerds. He let Hoshi find the group in the dark theatre- the movie already having started. And when they sat down, Wonwoo was awake for all of five minutes (making the polite waves to the group of four dudes who Wonwoo was friends with in passing) before pulling his hood up and falling asleep… after all, who needed to watch the intro of horror movies anyways?

When things went south in the film, Hoshi would squeeze Wonwoo’s hand and he'd pretend he’d been awake all along.

His plan?

Flawless.

Chapter 4

Wonwoo was in a perfect sleep.

The kind of sleep that only comes when one is truly exhausted.

He’d woken up to work out at six am. It was a good time to go because no one recognized him on jogs. With the rising popularity of he and his friends’ twitch streams, it was harder and harder to go out without being stopped in the street by fans, which ranged from young school boys wanting an autograph and to talk games, to girls who made it clear they wanted to climb him- something he wasn’t that into.

Wonwoo had just been getting into a nice dream about a pretty girl when Hoshi had woken him up for the movie, and he had been annoyed the whole drive to the theatre.

So when Wonwoo had sat down getting comfortable in the red velvet seats, it had been all too easy to slip back into the sleep that had been interrupted- and luckily for Wonwoo, the dream and the pretty girl came along with the snooze.

Just as the girl of his dreams was reaching for him- something brushed by his chest.

But it wasn’t something in the dream- and Wonwoo was an extremely light sleeper- so when something brushed by his chest, he opened his eyes. And when he opened his eyes - a sudden awakening from a deep slumber - and saw the movie screen, which had a dark hallway and a girl who just in that moment was snatched into the air, a scream ripping through the small nearly empty, dark theatre they were seated in- Wonwoo couldn’t help himself.

He flinched, shaking and grabbing at the arm rests.

Wonwoo’s gamer reflexes kicked in, reminding him that something had physically touched him-

The gamer’s hand shot up, and his fingers wrapped around something boney-

“Oh-” A soft sound, causing Wonwoo’s head to turn to his left, eyes landing on the girl sitting in the seat that had been empty when Wonwoo had fallen asleep. It was her wrist caught firmly in his grasp-

And then she was laughing, and he knew exactly who she was from the sound of it, even as his eyes adjusted to the dark theatre and he pushed his glasses up his nose, releasing the beautiful girl’s wrist.

Because she’d laughed at him before.

Seated next to him was FaeDaddy, and Wonwoo was not pleased.

“Were you asleep?” Hoshi giggled on Wonwoo’s right side, and he sat up, pulling his hood down and cracking his neck. He was wide awake now, skin bubbling with rage and shame, he hated it when Fae laughed at him.

He couldn’t believe she’d caught him in a moment of complete vulnerability like that. She always seemed to catch him unawares in games- but this was a new level.

Catching him asleep?

Wonwoo looked at the screen, pinpointing whereabouts in the film they were. To his annoyance, it was an early possession, with the girl who had been taken, being simply returned the next day.

He couldn’t sit through this whole two hour movie with Fae next to him.

“Popcorn?” Hoshi whispered, holding the bag out to Wonwoo.

“No thanks.”

“Not you,” Hoshi scoffed, “she was reaching for some before you had your spaz and woke up.”

Wonwoo glared at Hoshi, grabbing the crinkly popcorn bag and roughly handing it to Fae, before sitting back in his chair and squaring his shoulders, pointedly focusing his eyes forward.

Wonwoo’s mind was racing, even as he played it cool. He was extremely aware of the girl next to him, and when she shifted, her knees pointed towards his - and one of them even touching and pressing against his own - Wonwoo had nearly had enough.

Her hand thrust the popcorn out, arm extending past Wonwoo’s chest towards Hoshi.

“I could have handed it to him for you.” Wonwoo whispered harshly.

“Sorry he’s so grumpy when he’s tired.” Hoshi immediately reprimanded his friend, also turning to look towards Wonwoo, who suddenly felt very boxed in. “He should go get a drink or some coffee.”

“That’s a good idea.” Wonwoo said, jumping at the notion of an escape plan.

He stood abruptly, moving past Fae so he could reach the main aisle, which took him to the doors exiting the theatre.

The moment he was in the light of the space outside, Wonwoo took a deep breath, looking from left to right to get his bearings. The concession stand was near the bathrooms, and his gaze locked on the flashing ‘popcorn’ sign, nose breathing in the scent of buttery goodness.

Wonwoo swallowed thickly. He’d been eating too much junk food as of late, and wasn’t too interested in the idea of food. When he approached the till, hands shoved into his pockets, one word left his lips: “coffee” and then he pulled out a bill, tossing it down.

“Cream or sugar?” The cute girl working asked, looking up at him from under pretty bangs. If Wonwoo was the kind of guy who liked female attention - like Jeonghan and Mingyu - he would probably have loved the way she smiled at him, but Wonwoo wasn’t the type to fuck around with girls.

He’d had a reputation back in uni, and had lived the life of one night stands, but they’d never been his forte. Wonwoo found it hard to like people - generally - and girls he slept with always wanted so much from him. They never seemed to realize that he’d placed them in the ‘fuck category’, even though he’d make it very clear from the start- 

No, it was best to just be single until he found someone he was sure on- besides, Wonwoo enjoyed being alone.

The silence he was basking in while waiting for his coffee was a blessing- until it wasn’t.

He smelled Fae before he even realized she was there, his eyes lifting up from his phone, head turning, attention landing on the girl who carried a floral scent with her everywhere she went. She was standing at the till, getting the popcorn refilled, and in the light provided, he could finally see her outfit.

She was dressed in something similar to what she wore on streams, but where she’d wear black tutus, cute lil corsets and harnesses over crop tops- tonight she’d gone for a somewhat more incognito look. Black ripped jeans, a black turtleneck, and a halter harness with silver detailings that crossed over her chest, showing off her little waist and her amazing tits- Wonwoo gritted his teeth and looked back down at his phone.

Sometimes he wished being a streamer was as simple for him as it was for her. He could just be a hot girl and have simps drooling over him. He’d seen the way men reacted to Fae, how easy it was for her, and he definitely had his prejudices because of it.

“Hey.” Fae’s voice came just as her black combat boots moved into Wonwoo’s line of sight.

He sighed and lifted his eyes from his phone. “Hey.”

“We haven’t really formally met,” the girl with gorgeously dyed white hair said, holding out a hand half covered by the extension of her long sleeve. It reminded Wonwoo of ninja sleeves from old video games, but he’d never tell her that. 

“I’m Fae, but you can call me Daddy.”

“Coffee?” The girl at the counter had obviously heard Fae’s lewd introduction, and Wonwoo was grateful for her interruption, which gave him the opportunity to move away from the streamer.

He turned his back to Fae, grabbing his drink. “Don’t you have a real name?”

Wonwoo made sure to turn just in time to catch the girl’s reaction- which was, in his vengeful opinion, the best part.

Fae was frowning, but it wasn’t as sweet as Wonwoo had thought it would be.

“It’s because I kill you all the time, huh?”

Wonwoo squeezed his coffee, his anger bubbling to the surface. Then he brought his drink to his lips and turned, heading towards the theatre.

He could hear Fae following him, and he sped up, eager to get back to his chair first so he could switch with Hoshi, who was more than eager to take the prize seat next to the hot streamer girl. Wonwoo leaned back against the velvety cushions, coffee in hand, hood up, and tried to get through the rest of the movie, ignoring Hoshi and Fae whispering next to him.

Chapter 5

“You look like you’re having a good time.” Mingyu said, falling into the booth next to Wonwoo, who sat, all in black as usual, nursing his beer.

“It’s better than last time.”

“What happened last time?” Mingyu asked, reaching for Wonwoo’s drink. The other streamer relented and Mingyu scanned the club while he drank, sipping eagerly.

“Last time, you all watched Fae’s stream instead of actually having boys night.” Wonwoo responded, taking the beer back from Mingyu when he was done with it. Wonwoo’s eyes fixed on the mark left from Mingyu’s lips on the rim of the cup, a pink tinge, and Wonwoo sighed, rubbing it away with his thumb. Of course Mingyu had already gotten some.

“No stream this time, you can be sure of that.” Mingyu said nonchalantly, relaxing more into the chair and stretching his arm behind Wonwoo’s shoulders.

“What do you mean?” Wonwoo asked, anxiety bubbling in him at Mingyu’s cryptic words and the confidence he had when he spoke them.

“I just mean, she can’t stream cuz she’s coming here.”

“She’s coming to boys' night?” Wonwoo couldn’t help the way his jaw had dropped, and he turned to look at his friend.

“Yeah.” Mingyu nodded, turning to beam at Wonwoo, his eyes briefly scanning Wonwoo’s face before he shrugged at his friend’s discomfort, “Hoshi invited her.”

“He invited a girl to boys' night.” Wonwoo clarified, unable to stop the edge his words had.

“He invited FaeDaddy.” Mingyu said pointedly, “she’s not just any girl.”

“Yeah, she’s the fucking nerd who keeps sniping me every time we play Fortnite.”

“It’s funny when you call other people nerds.” Mingyu chuckled, eying his friend, “when you’re the biggest fucking nerd of us all.”

Wonwoo said nothing.

“Besides,” Mingyu sighed, “it’s not her fault you’re bad at Fortnite.”

“I swear to god Mingyu-” Wonwoo could feel his blood beginning to boil, but before he could explode onto Mingyu, something caught his attention.

Fae had entered the club, and all of Wonwoo’s rage was extinguished in an instant, his words caught in his throat as his eyes ate her up.

She was in an all black outfit, like she had been in at the theatre, but where she’d covered up most of her skin for the late night horror film, she was now on full display.

Cute black shorts and a crop top exposed much of her flesh, which was criss-crossed in black bands from the harnesses she wore. The lines accentuated her small waist while drawing focus to her chest, and when Wonwoo’s eyes dipped down to the leg harness garter, he couldn’t help but appreciate the way it bit into her soft looking thigh.

“Still mad we invited her?” Mingyu asked, following Wonwoo’s gaze.

“Yes.” Wonwoo answered through gritted teeth, but even he knew it was only half true now. She was wearing him down, and he could feel it.

“Who do you think is gonna score though?” Mingyu pulled out his phone, “a few people bet on Hoshi-”

“Is everything a game to you?”

“Look who’s talking.” Mingyu scoffed.

“Who else is in the running?”

“So you are interested.”

Now it was Wonwoo’s turn to roll his eyes. He drank the last sip of his beer then crossed his arms over his chest, determined to stay silent and not to bite Mingyu’s bait again.

Luckily for Wonwoo, Mingyu could never hold out long when it came to keeping secrets, and soon he was listing all their friends who thought Fae was hot, and which ones were actually going to try to make a move.

Hoshi was a no-brainer, but next came S.coups, and this took Wonwoo back. “Really?” He asked, narrowing his eyes at Mingyu, “he really thinks he can handle her?”

Mingyu laughed, shrugging his massive shoulders as his eyes moved to the man in question, who was standing by the bar, “S.coups likes his brats.”

“Yeah, but he’s a soft dom who lets them walk all over him.” Wonwoo retorted easily, “I doubt he’s her type.”

“So you’re an expert on Fae and her type now, huh? You got that from one conversation with her at a movie theatre?” Mingyu teased, earning a shove from his friend. Mingyu continued giggling as Wonwoo ran a hand through his unruly curls.

“Girls like that- gamers like that-” Wonwoo shook his head, “she may come off as the daddy on stream, but girls like that just need to have their respect earned by someone who knows what they’re doing.”

“So should our money be on Jeonghan or Joshie?” Mingyu asked, leaning forward and following Wonwoo’s gaze to Fae again. She was at the bar now, joining all three members of the 95 line who had been standing there.

S.coups looked to be ordering drinks, and Jeonghan was the one chatting with Fae while Joshua scanned the bar, his eyes meeting Wonwoo’s. The two nodded at each other and Wonwoo stood up abruptly, “you should put your money on neither.”

“What? Why? Where are you going?” Mingyu rose to his feet too, watching Wonwoo with confused eyes.

“My guess is, if Fae gets with any of you, it’s going to be her decision. Doing nice things for her will only get you so far Mingyu, she’s used to her army of simps, remember?” Wonwoo said smoothly, “have fun playing around, but be careful not to get your heartbroken, Gyu.”

Wonwoo’s friend scoffed loudly and Wonwoo cracked a grin. If anyone was going to get Mingyu to stop his man-whoring ways, Wonwoo had little doubt that woman could be Fae. if Mingyu was even that interested, which it didn’t seem like he was.

Wonwoo could watch his friends fawn over Fae, giving her all the power and more, but Wonwoo would never be a part of it.

Chapter 6

“You sure you can do another?” It was S.coups whose worried voice split through Fae’s booze induced haze, and she turned to look at the man.

The pretty streamer grabbed S.coups’s chin instinctively, pressing her black nails into his skin and grinning at the older man. “Of course. Can you?”

S.coups swallowed thickly and Fae released him, quickly shifting her attention to Joshua before S.coups could think too hard about the way she’d just touched him.

Fae wasn’t a heart breaker accidentally. It was a trade she was well versed in, and she knew exactly how much attention to give any man to get them hooked. The trick was to always be rationing out her gaze, always shifting, and the men in front of her made it all too easy.

“Joshie? Another shot?” Fae asked, nuzzling up to the man’s side. He looked particularly pretty tonight, dressed a bit nicer than most of the people in the bar, Joshua stood out because of his confident demeanour and the classy aura that surrounded him, something Fae was extremely attracted to. 

Joshua sighed. He was one of the more conservative of the new group of men Fae was hanging out with, but she enjoyed watching him break his little moral rules for her, even if it was just to have another drink. “Fine, one more.”

It was Jeonghan who waved over the bartender, ordering them all a refill of their shots. Soon, Fae was once again squeezed between Joshua and Jeonghan, eyes locked with S.coups’ as they all downed their drinks.

Fae let out a small sound, shaking her head and beginning to bounce in tune with the music. She’d noticed Hoshi on the edge of the dance floor, and said loudly, “This is a really good song, does anyone want to dance?”

Predictably, the white haired spitfire was quick to jump to her side, “dance with me!” Hoshi told her, grabbing her hand and stealing her away from his three older friends.

Fae liked Hoshi’s energy. She loved how eager he was to please, and she was more than willing to let him grab her waist, pulling her to his chest so they could dance. 

“Are you having fun?” Hoshi asked over the blasting music.

Fae nodded, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck and swaying her hips, “the most fun!”

“How many shots did you have?” Hoshi questioned next, one of his hands coming up to cup the side of Fae’s head so he could keep her where he wanted her, his lips brushing past her ear with every word so she could hear him over the loud music.

“A few.” Fae answered smoothly, “you worried about me?” She teased, pushing at his chest so Hoshi would give her a little space, his eyes assessing her face again.

“Always.” He grinned, moving closer again.

Fae could read the situation, could see that Hoshi was about three seconds away from trying to kiss her, and she immediately searched for an escape. 

Kissing one of the thirteen new boys she’d just been introduced to was the surest way to get herself in a lot of drama, especially since she wasn’t sure who her favourite was just yet.

“I gotta go to the bathroom,” Fae lied, slipping out of Hoshi’s grasp, “I'll find you later.” She told him before she moved fluidly into the crowd, heading in the direction of the bathrooms by the back of the club.

Just as she arrived, one of the doors to the small enclosed bathrooms opened, and a girl came out. Her hair was messy, her lipstick smudged, and she was pulling her dress down. When she saw Fae, her skin flushed a pretty shade that nearly matched her lipstick, and Fae grinned, about to congratulate the girl on actually getting some- when Wonwoo came out of the bathroom behind her.

The girl scurried past Fae, and Wonwoo made no move to follow. His eyes locked with Fae’s and he leaned back against the door, effectively holding it open. “Are you coming or not?”

“I'm coming, but I bet it’s not in the way that she just did.” Fae said, her response way more aggressive than she planned for it to be. She pushed past Wonwoo, grabbing at the door to close it, then she stopped, “I thought this was boys night.”

“I thought so too,” Wonwoo said as he moved away, heading back down the hall towards the rest of the club, “but then you were invited, so I figured, fuck it, might as well enjoy myself.”

Chapter 7

“No way.”

“No way what?” Vernon pushed his headset down, pausing the game he was playing to look at Mingyu, who usually didn’t react much when watching other people’s streams. “Did Wonwoo die?”

“No, he’s playing fine, but Fae just popped onto his stream.”

“What?” Now it was Vernon’s turn to be surprised, rolling his chair over to be near the bed where Mingyu was sitting. They both looked at the Twitch Stream chat opened on Mingyu’s phone, where, low and behold, Fae’s username blinked up at them.

“No way!” Mingyu repeated again, shocking Vernon some more.

“Is there something you’re not telling me?” Vernon asked, confused at yet another outburst. 

“The other night at the club, Wonwoo said Fae probably wouldn’t be interested in any of the guys going for her. He said she has her simps already. But what if Fae likes Wonwoo!?”

“Don’t they hate each other?” Vernon tilted his head, leaning back in his chair, “I mean, they always end up pretty much just hunting each other when we play Fortnite and C.o.d and stuff.”

“They’re competitive, but I don't think they’ve actually talked much in real life.” Mingyu responded, his fingers strumming his chin as he thought his hypothesis through. “Also look, he’s just ignoring her comments.”

It was true, despite the chat blowing up with Fae and followers who wanted to see interactions, Wonwoo just kept playing Minecraft.

It was a Monday, and Wonwoo generally liked to just relax on Mondays, popping up a stream but not performing as much as normal- if you could call his normal twitch streams a performance.

“So should we put down money on Wonwoo?” Vernon asked, “I think I put a twenty on Joshua.”

Mingyu continued watching the stream for a moment, then he laughed, “we should definitely put our money on Wonwoo.”

Chapter 8

“Got something extra secret locked in there?” Fae’s voice made Wonwoo pause before pulling his key from the doorknob leading to his room. He sighed, resting his head against the door for a moment before standing up straight and turning to look at the girl who had followed him from the party in the living room.

“Got all sorts of toys I can’t have you getting your grimy hands on.” Wonwoo said, monotone.

Fae rolled her eyes, acting scandalized, then she crossed her arms over her chest, matching Wonwoo’s stance as he leaned his shoulder against the door. “Maybe you just think I could use your own toys better than you.”

Wonwoo laughed, “Now I know you’re just talking shit. A brat like you couldn’t handle my toys for ten minutes without breaking.”

“You should try me.”

Wonwoo took a step forward and Fae could feel her heart racing in her chest. He was so beautiful, his hair tousled and pretty, and it didn’t help that he was in an actual outfit for once instead of just sweats and a hoodie. His grungy athletic wear was perfect, and his combat boots looked delicious-

“Maybe I don't want to try you.” Wonwoo sneered, making Fae snap out of her lust fuelled trance.  “Maybe I just want you to leave me alone, ever think of that?”

“Sounds impossible, no one ever wants me to leave them alone.” Fae said, blinking up at Wonwoo.

“Well I do.” Wonwoo said, pushing off from the wall, “so quit bugging me.”

God, watching him walk away just made Fae want him even more.

She’d been thinking about Wonwoo ever since the run in at the bar. The girl who he’d been with had looked pretty happy- and Fae couldn’t help but wonder what happiness Wonwoo could provide her.

“Fae!” Hoshi calling her name made the streamer turn, eyes landing on the happy white haired tiger at the end of the hallway. He was holding two drinks, and he held one out when Fae approached, accepting it with a smile. “What were you doing outside of Wonwoo’s room? Is he in there with someone?”

“Does he often have girls over?” Fae asked, picking up on the connotation there.

Hoshi shrugged, “on occasion, but usually he’ll blast music and be kind of discrete.”

“Kind of?”

“Well, music doesn't really drown out all the screams but, you win some you lose some, and at least he’s getting laid, right?” Hoshi beamed at Fae, then he grabbed her hand, “come on, Jeonghan’s making margaritas in the kitchen.”

Fae allowed the happy man to take her towards the kitchen, her eyes scanning the party as they went. She really enjoyed the group of guys she’d become friends with, even if it did mean dealing with two of them fighting in the middle of the living room.

“Hoshi!” Seungkwan’s gaze swung to the man next to Fae, and Hoshi touched his chest in a way that said ‘me?’ “get your ass over here! We’re fighting!”

“About what?” Hoshi asked, but he handed Fae his drink all the same, stepping forward.

“We’re fighting!” Seungkwan said again, not giving a reason. Hoshi didn’t seem to need one, and jumped in, wrapping his arms around Seungkwan and effectively lifting him off the ground while the younger man screamed.

“Fuck,” came a voice next to Fae and she turned with a smile to see S.coups, “what is it about this time?”

“I don’t know, and I don't think Hoshi does either.” Fae admitted, sipping her drink.

S.coups sighed, then he looked her up and down, “I like your outfit today, the harnesses are always cool, but this one-” his fingers reached out and brushed over the strap on Fae’s shoulder.

“It’s fun right?” Fae smiled, looking down at her body. She’d worn one of the sexiest harnesses she had, the bubble gum pink standing out against the black crop top and little leather skirt she had on.

“Where do you even get these?” S.coups asked.

“Sex stores.” Fae turned to look at S.coups, watching the way his ears flared red, his skin following a moment later.  “I’m just playing with you.” She teased, pushing at his arm, “I get them online, and I have a friend who makes them.”

Just then, Fae’s attention landed on Wonwoo. He was standing with Mingyu by the open window, a red solo cup in his hand. Fuck he looked good, he looked so good- except that he was bending down, a pretty brunette girl whispering something into his ear that was making Wonwoo laugh, and Fae simply couldn’t have it.

“S.coups?”

“Hm?”

Fae grabbed the man’s arm and pulled him close, “who’s that girl over with Wonwoo and Mingyu?”

“Oh, that’s Hwasa.”

“Are she and Wonwoo-” Fae couldn’t even finish her sentence, but she didn’t need to.

S.coups immediately laughed, “She and Wonwoo? No, Wonwoo doesn’t date.”

“He doesn’t?”

Hoshi and Seungkwan both let out screeches as Hoshi toppled onto the couch, Seungkwan falling on top of him, and S.coups lurched into motion immediately, leaving Fae to her own devices, question unanswered.

She stayed watching, assessing the room, looking for spaces she was needed, but her attention always ended on Wonwoo, Mingyu and Hwasa. She was just about to head over, when Wonwoo stepped away from the trio, moving towards the kitchen, with Fae immediately jumping to intercept him.

“You’re following me again.” Wonwoo said when he opened the fridge, reaching for a beer.

“Not following.” Fae rolled her eyes.

“Don’t you have a simp somewhere around here to fawn over you?” Wonwoo asked, straightening and using the edge of the fridge to lever the cap off of his drink.

“Simps aren’t fun.” Fae stated, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Tell that to Hoshi, Jeonghan and S.coups.”

“And Joshua.” Fae reminded him.

“Of course, we can’t forget about the gentleman Joshua.” Wonwoo scoffed.

“Show me your toys.”

“Keep begging, princess.”

Chapter 9

The party was slowly dwindling, and Fae’s patience was running short. She enjoyed games, and this thing with Wonwoo? It was just another game.

A game that she intended to win.

She just had to wait for the right moment. He’d head back to his room soon, she was sure of it.

Know your opponent was a general rule for Fae, and she’d done her homework on the angsty streamer who had caught her eye. Wonwoo seemed to have a decent social battery, but she would bet money it would be running out soon, and then she’d ambush him, using his annoyed state to her advantage.

Guys like Wonwoo liked to pretend they didn’t want her, hell, he’d even said as much, but Fae knew better.

He might not enjoy her personally, but she knew he liked her body, just as she liked his. And at the end of the day, for Fae, sex was all about the body. If she didn’t like someone, she could always put a sock in their mouth to shut them up, not that she thought she’d be doing this with Wonwoo-

In fact, Fae was pretty sure that if she was able to piss Wonwoo off enough, she might be the one with something in her mouth, but probably not a sock. Her mind had been reeling the whole party, thinking about what possible toys Wonwoo had hidden in his room, and part of her was certain he had a gag ball.

Maybe he’d use it on her.

The idea made Fae’s skin heat, and she scanned the room again, eyes passing Wonwoo, Hwasa and Mingyu on the couch.

Fae’s fingers pressed into the sides of her cup, and she turned away, looking instead at Vernon, who she’d been having a nice chat with for the better part of an hour now.

“So we were playing call of duty last night-”

“You were?” Fae asked, brows narrowing, “you didn’t stream though?”

“Sometimes we play just for fun.” Vernon told her, “we double up and do split screens and make a night of it.”

“That actually sounds so nice.” Fae frowned, “my streamer friends aren't huge on COD.”

“Well you should come play with us sometime!” Vernon said, smiling at Fae, “but anyways, we were playing call of duty and Hoshi was trying to camp in this one spot-”

“Was not!” Came a screeching voice, and Hoshi rushed over, seemingly summoned by the mention of his name. “I was just there for a bit-”

“You were sitting in that one spot for ten minutes!” Vernon argued back, his voice raising. It was the first time Fae had seen the tie-dye clad man even semi upset about something, and the interaction made Fae smile. She could take the backseat for this fight, especially after Seungkwan came over to also argue Vernon’s point.

As the men bickered, she scanned the room, only to find Wonwoo’s spot on the couch empty. Mingyu and Hwasa were still there, sitting with their legs touching and laughing. The sight made Fae smile, Hwasa seemed nice, and she was gorgeous- Fae just didn’t necessarily want her all up in Wonwoo’s business, especially when that’s exactly where she wanted to be.

Fae looked around, not finding Wonwoo anywhere else in the common space of the apartment. She stood when it was clear he was gone, adjusting her clothes and pulling at the leg harness that had been slipping down her skin.

“You going somewhere?” Vernon asked, eyes looking Fae up and down.

“I don’t see Joshua anywhere.” Fae said, not a complete lie, “do you think he went back to his apartment?”

Fae didn’t miss the way Seungkwan and Vernon exchanged a look, nor did she miss the way Hoshi’s expression fell. “Why do you need Josh?”

“I heard he makes a mean Martini.” Fae responded casually.

“He’s probably back at his own place. Joshie, S.coups and Jeonghan keep all the drink mix there anyways.” Seungkwan told you. “Do you remember which apartment is theirs?”

The entire group of friends lived on one floor of an apartment complex, split amongst units of varying size. The apartment that housed the three eldest men was four doors down, and Fae nodded, “I'm sure I'll find my way.”

Besides, she wasn’t going to the 95 apartment, she was just going to Wonwoo’s room, which was down the hall.

Fae had been a little surprised when Hoshi had told her the party would be at Mingyu and Wonwoo’s home, but when she’d arrived to find Wonwoo had a lock on his door- well, then things had clicked into place.

By the way Mingyu interacted with everyone the whole night, and from the relaxed demeanour of all the men there, it looked like they entertained guests on the regular. From what Hoshi had told Fae about Wonwoo’s female escapades, which he only could have known from being in the apartment with some regularity, Fae’s hypothesis made the most sense.

Careful of any eyes watching her movements, Fae slipped down the hall, finding Wonwoo’s door. She paused outside of it, wondering if it would be locked, but when she turned the knob and pushed, the door gave way.

Fae slipped inside, carefully closing the door behind her and locking it before her eyes took in the room. Wonwoo had some cool light panelings on the wall that lit the space. They were always fun colours for his streams, but tonight they were a soft green, illuminating the clean room.

Next, Fae’s eyes went to the gaming station, where she found Wonwoo sitting. He already had his headphones on and looked to be in the middle of a game, so Fae made sure to keep quiet, not wanting to distract him as she snooped. His back was to her, and if she stayed still, she could get away with him not noticing her.

Wonwoo’s bed was a decent size, with pretty white sheets. For a moment, Fae could imagine the contrast of the gamer’s pretty curls against the snow-like colour of the pillows, and it made her smile. She was a sucker for tall, dark haired guys with a bit of curl in their hair, and Wonwoo was checking all of her boxes in the looks department.

Then Fae looked towards a bookshelf that housed books, video games and movies. She could make it there without Wonwoo noticing, so she slowly began to tiptoe over. It kind of felt like she was in a horror video game, many of which she was a pro at, and had to hide and sneak around the enemy.

She made it to the bookshelf without Wonwoo stopping his game, and allowed herself a few moments to scan the titles, comparing her tastes to his. 

She was shocked at all the games he had, many of which were games she enjoyed as well. Then her eyes moved to the books and she was even more taken aback, a gamer who also enjoyed literature? And not just any literature, good literature, if Fae was any judge. His collection had a range of languages too, and Fae’s fingers itched to reach out and grab the book that read ‘Shakespearean Sonnets’. She wondered if it had dog ears or maybe even notes inside, written by the hand of a man who had felt somewhat one dimensional to her at first- but not anymore.

It was beginning to look like she’d pegged the moody gamer with a pension for horror a little off.

Fae was not used to being wrong about things, and her eyes once more went to Wonwoo at his computer. Then she looked at the punching bag in the corner of the room, which also housed weights and a few other little work out things- and her lust for Wonwoo’s form came rushing back- his personality and literature tastes be damned.

After seeing Wonwoo flinch at the movie theatre, she’d been paying more attention in his streams. He never got scared, even in horror games, and Fae was drunk on the power that came with knowing she was one of the only things that seemed to be able to get a big reaction out of the otherwise calm, collected streamer.

With all this in mind, Fae simply couldn’t help herself.

“Boo!” She said loudly when she was done tiptoeing around, her hands landing on Wonwoo’s shoulders. He jumped immediately, his whole body lurching before he was on his feet, spinning around before Fae could even process his movements. He grabbed her by the shoulders and slammed her against the punching bag, earning a soft groan from the girl who he’d just knocked the wind out of.

His eyes were wild, but after a moment, she saw recognition in them, and he let up slightly, lips parting as if he was about to say something- only for Fae to start laughing.

Wonwoo’s fingers pressed into her shoulders again and he narrowed his eyes, “what the fuck are you doing here?” He asked, voice low and demanding… something that didn’t work on Fae.

“Did i scare you?” She smirked. “You didn’t notice when i came in.”

“You never said anything when you came in.” Wonwoo let go of her, and Fae’s skin immediately missed the warmth his hands had provided.

“Okay, true, I didn’t,” Fae smiled wider, “but to be fair, i also didn’t tell anyone i was coming in here.”

Wonwoo hummed, moving away from her and back to his computer, pausing his game. “You wanna see the toys that bad?”

Fae bit into her bottom lip, watching Wonwoo with interest. She hated it whenever he turned his back to her, like he was doing now, and it just made her want to jump at his back and make him give her attention.

“I'm just curious to see your collection.” Fae said smoothly, watching the way Wonwoo’s shoulders flexed under his shirt when he moved his arms, typing something into his keyboard before his pc screen went black.

“I don’t date.”

“Who said anything about dating?” Fae laughed, approaching the gaming station and grabbing at the chair, rolling it towards her, which definitely caught Wonwoo’s attention. Finally. “Maybe I’m just looking for a good time.”

“Can’t you get that from someone else?” Wonwoo’s eyes scanned her up and down as Fae took a seat into the comfortable gaming chair, putting her hands on the armrests and letting out a sigh of pleasure from the way the cushions enveloped her.

“I don’t want it from someone else. I want it from you.” Fae said, looking up at him, “but i still expect you to call me daddy.”

“I’m not your fucking simps,” Wonwoo’s voice came out as a growl, and then he was grabbing a fistful of her hair, tugging roughly. Fae gasped, then let out a small laugh, looking up at the man who had rage in his eyes. “You call me daddy. If you’re good, you’ll be rewarded, and if you’re bad, well, you know how much I can hold a grudge.” He paused, and Fae didn’t miss the way he looked down at her lips, “Got it?”

“Yes, daddy?” Fae felt odd saying the word in relation to someone else, but she wanted Wonwoo, and if this is what it took to get him, then so be it.

“You didn’t sound sure of that- brat.” A hand smacked across her inner thigh and Fae jumped, sinking back against the gaming chair as Wonwoo let go of her hair and caged her in, hands on either armrest. He pushed the chair, moving it until it hit the bed. Now anchored, secured, Wonwoo tipped the chair back, maneuvering it in a way that only a man who knew his own gaming chair could.

“Yes, Daddy.” Fae said, firmer this time. She was spurred on by the sting that was still felt along her inner thigh, and she licked her lips with interest at the delicious pain.

“You wore this whole thing just for me, didn’t you princess?” Wonwoo’s new pet name was sweet, and Fae honestly kind of liked it. She spent so much time being the daddy, being the dom- it was nice to give Wonwoo control.

“Yes,” Fae admitted, feeling the need to be honest now that she was talking up to a dom that truly knew how to handle her, “but daddy, permission-” she groaned as his fingers roughly hooked in the front of the pretty barbie pink harness that crossed over her breasts securely.

“Finish your sentence, darling.” Wonwoo said, adjusting his grip on the harness and testing it again, lifting Fae slightly off the gaming chair as he pushed it at a new angle, dipping it so that the upper half was now nearly flat on the bed.

Fae let out a small sound of surprise as Wonwoo lifted her entire body by the harness, an inch or two off the chair, quickly flicking the seat out from under her body so she could be flat on the bed. All of this happening in a slash of percice movements by the curly haired streamer above her.

“Did I scare you that badly?” Wonwoo’s condescending tone made Fae groan. She sat up on her forearms, adjusting to look at the man at the end of the bed. He was pushing his chair back into its place at his gaming station.

“I just didn’t expect to be lifted by my harness today.” Fae said, still breathless. She wanted to fight back because of what he’d just done. He put her in a moment of vulnerability- making her literally fall- but the way he’d lifted her like that- the way it had felt with the harness pushing into her skin, which was still padded by the little cropped black shirt she wore-

“And i didn’t expect some fucking stalker to come sneaking around in my room.” Wonwoo said, then he snuck a glance at her over his shoulder, “You liked it though, huh?”

Fae watched as Wonwoo grabbed the back of his tshirt, lifting it up and over his head to reveal a strong back that went down to a small waist- she was shocked he’d been hiding that body for so long.

She knew he was ripped, she’d seen pictures, but this? He’d gotten bigger- in the best of ways.

“Liked what? Um?-”

Wonwoo turned to look at her. “First question, from me; you liked being tossed around.”

It was more of a statement, but Fae found herself nodding in affirmation, “yes, da- oh.”

“Did you remember what you were going to ask permission for, kitten?” He approached the bed, and Fae could help but appreciate his body with her eyes.

“Yes, I uh, calling you daddy feels weird. Can I have permission to call you something else? Like sir?” Fae opened  her legs for Wonwoo, giving him the perfect spot to slot himself into, his hands coming to press into the bed on either side of her head.

“You’re a bit of a hypocrite aren't you?” Wonwoo asked, rolling his hips and pressing himself against Fae. The small girl had to fight back a groan, her hands grabbing at Wonwoo’s waist, skin on direct skin contact for one of the first real times.

“How so, sir?” Fae blinked up at Wonwoo, so distracted by his very being that she couldn’t really register what they were talking about.

“You get all your simps to call you daddy, but when it comes down to it, you don’t even like the taste of the word on your tongue. Do you, princess?” Wonwoo’s hand grabbed at Fae’s chin, his thumb slipping past her lips.

Fae sucked the digit diligently, looking up at Wonwoo and his curly haired glory. He removed his thumb, dragging it along her bottom lip and watching with interest as he played with her open mouth. When he let her go, Fae swallowed thickly, then she said, “I just don’t know if you’ve earned it yet.”

Wonwoo laughed, a short chuckle at first. Then he laughed again, sitting up, “you want me to earn it?”

“Yes please.”

A slap stung across her inner thigh again, the opposite side this time, and Fae yelped.

“Then at least call me sir, you little whore. And tell me your safe words before I fuck you stupid.” Wonwoo got off the bed, moving in the direction of his closet. Fae watched him go, wondering what he was going in search of.

“My safe word is Emo Boy.”

“Something tells me you’re lying. And that’s two words.” Wonwoo turned to face her again, amusement in his eyes and a switchblade in his hand.

“It fits the situation, don’t you think? Sir?” Fae licked her lips and moved up the mattress until she could rest against the pillows, opening her legs for the man at the foot of the bed.

“If you think it fits,” Wonwoo got onto his knees on the foot of the bed and approached her, his free hand touching her calf before sliding up to her thigh to squeeze, “you should at least sing the lyrics to me.”

“I thought you were going to show me your toys though?”

Another smack, in the same place as the last one, and Fae was left stinging even more this time.

“I thought you were going to show me your toys, sir.” Fae corrected herself, eying the switchblade Wonwoo was tossing between his hands now in contemplation.

“This is a toy. It’s just fun for me, not so much for you.”

Fae wanted to ask what he intended to use it for, but when his gaze went down to her right thigh, which was enwrapped in a bubblegum coloured strap, things became clear.

“Been fucking teasing all of us with these fucking straps for ages.” Wonwoo growled, his fingers grabbing at the band of fabric and pulling it away from Fae’s skin. “Don’t move.” There was a flash of the switch blade and Fae held her breath, biting into her lower lip as Wonwoo expertly sliced up the garter harness.

She didn’t even mind he was ruining her outfit, all that mattered was that it was incredibly sexy. His curls were falling in front of his face and he looked up towards the straps around her waist next.

“For a girl who likes to be called daddy on streams, you’re awfully eager to shut the fuck up and be my good little toy, aren’t you?” Wonwoo’s breath teased the exposed skin of her abdomen as he bent down, eyes trained on his work. Fae couldn’t talk back, couldn’t move to push at him in annoyance, because the cold blade was against her skin. All she could do was stay as still as possible as Wonwoo ruined yet another strap.

Once the thigh and waist harness was in shambles, Wonwoo collected it with his hand, tossing it off the bed. His gaze moved up to Fae’s chest and she couldn’t help the way her skin flushed after a moment of what felt like ridicule. 

He wasn’t telling her she was pretty, wasn’t telling her any nice things, and it was making her squirm under his gaze.

When Wonwoo grabbed at her again, it wasn't for the harness. Instead his fingers came in contact with her black crop top, and he tugged at it, “this is going to be in my way.” He said, bringing the blade up to Fae’s shoulder, where he slid it under one of the crop top’s spaghetti straps. He pulled up, causing the fabric to snap, then he moved to her other shoulder, repeating the process.

“Take it the rest of the way off.” Wonwoo instructed, putting the switchblade down on the bed next to Fae before he got up and went to his closet again.

Fae sat up, pulling at the bottom of her shirt to get it under the line of the harness. The cold air coming through the open window felt nice across her skin, but it made her shiver slightly, her bare nipples pebbling. She’d chosen not to wear a bra, the harness acting as something like support. Looking down at her form, Fae was happy with her choice. She knew she looked amazing, now she just wanted Wonwoo to tell her as much.

“What are you doing over there, sir?” Fae asked, the dom title more of an afterthought than anything else.

“Trying to decide which toys you deserve to see today.” Wonwoo responded casually, but by the way his head was dipped, it also looked like he was on his phone, which made anxiety and anger flair through Fae’s tummy.

Fae sat up again, moving towards the foot of the bed, intent on going over to Wonwoo to look at his sex toys- only for him to say, “sit your ass back down.”

Deflated, Fae did as she was told, letting out a ‘hmph’ sound as she settled back onto the foot of the bed, sitting on the edge impatiently.

“Are you texting someone? Sir?”

“Who would I be texting?” Wonwoo retorted, putting his phone down on the table next to him as music began to play through his speakers, overpowering the muffled sounds of rock already finding their way under his door from the party outside- the party Fae had honestly forgotten about.

“Friends?”

“As if I'm going to tell them we’re doing this.” Wonwoo scoffed.

“You’re- you’re not going to tell them?” Fae cocked her head in confusion. The men she’d slept with always gloated about their romps with her.

“I told you. I don’t date. What’s the use in telling them I fucked you.” Wonwoo responded, “this means nothing.”

His words hung in the air, and Fae was shocked at how releasing they were. 

This meant nothing. They were using each other for their mutual attraction, and maybe for their competitive natures as well, but that was it. That was all this would ever be.

Wonwoo wasn’t one of her simps, he wasn’t going to fuck her and then want to lock her down the next day- it was wonderful.

“I’m not going to tell my friends either.” Fae said pointedly.

“Good. We’re on the same page.”

He continued looking through what Fae assumed was a box of assorted items.

“This one.” Wonwoo said finally, turning and tossing something pink at Fae. The gamer girl easily caught the egg-shaped vibrator, knowing what it was immediately, as she had the same one at her own house.

Fae frowned and Wonwoo must have caught it cuz he cocked a brow at her, approaching the foot of the bed. “Disappointed?”

“I have one of these.” Fae told him.

“So you know how to use it.” Wonwoo said simply, collapsing into his gaming chair and swiveling it to face the bed. His thighs were spread invitingly, but his elbows were on the arm rests, his fingers pressed together in front of him as he watched the girl on the bed. “You interrupted my game earlier you little whore, I was busy. Be a good girl now. Take off your shorts, slide that into you- I’m sure you’re wet enough, and wait patiently while I finish what I was doing.”

With that, Wonwoo turned and faced the computer, the monitor lighting up a moment later.

Fae was in shock. She’d thought this whole thing would be easy. She would come in here, looking like a snack, and being a bit of a brat, and Wonwoo would just fuck her- now he was gaming again?

Something like rage shot through Fae’s body and she laid flat on the bed, wiggling out of her skirt and the cute thong she’d worn. She grabbed at the flimsy pink material, scrunching it up into a ball before tossing it at Wonwoo.

Her panties hit his computer screen, sliding down and landing on the keyboard. Wonwoo calmly moved them to the side, still not turning to look at Fae.

The streamer girl slid her hand between her legs, feeling the wetness there. Wonwoo had been right, a little manhandling, some tugging and ripping of her harness- that’s all it had taken to get her practically gushing already.

Picking up the small vibrator, she grabbed at the tail end of it, where a button caused the toy to buzz to life. Trying to get comfortable on Wonwoo’s bed, Fae brought the toy down to her entrance, rubbing it over her clit a few times before dipping it into her hole.

“All the way in.” Wonwoo’s monotone command came as he clicked rapidly at his mouse.

Fae did as she was told, enjoying the way the toy vibrated inside of her- but it wouldn’t be enough to make her cum, she knew from experience. Sitting up again, she worked on being quiet, her feet finding the soft black carpet  that surrounded the bed.

Tiptoeing towards Wonwoo, she decided it would be best to get on her knees, just in case he got mad at her for not sitting and staying like a good girl- Fae was not a good girl, and the sooner Wonwoo realized it, the better. He might have some ‘fun’ ideas for foreplay, but Fae had her own, and she was pretty sure he’d enjoy her plans more.

Getting onto her hands and knees, Fae crawled the final few feet to Wonwoo, coming to be by his side, her hand finding his knee. This got his attention, and Wonwoo sighed, turning to look at her slowly, “I thought I told you to stay on the bed.”

“I wanna make you feel good.”

“What you’re making me feel, is anger.”

“Tell me something I don't know, sir, like, how big your cock is. Do you think I'll be able to fit it all?” Fae blinked up at him, knowing that this was the perfect bait.

Wonwoo sighed, “I guess we’ll have to see.”

He undid his belt.

Hook, line, and sinker.

Wonwoo swiveled his chair, setting Fae directly between his legs. “Show me that your mouth is good for something other than talking back.”

“Are you gonna continue playing your game, daddy?” Fae teased, enjoying the playful edge the name now had in this context.

Wonwoo clicked his tongue, “no, I think I want to watch this.”

“Do you like seeing me on my knees, sir?” Fae asked, continuing with her sweet submissive act as she undid Wonwoo’s pants.

The man lifted his hips, helping pull down his jeans and briefs, cock slapping up against his abdomen. “It’s a nice change.” Wonwoo admitted, settling down and watching Fae carefully as she shuffled forward. “How does the toy feel?”

“Not as good as your cock would.” Fae said, her hands grabbing at Wonwoo as she bent her mouth over him, letting her tongue loll out so she could swirl it around his sensitive head.

Wonwoo grabbed a handful of Fae’s hair, causing pain in the best possible way.

Fae groaned around Wonwoo’s cock, and he hummed in response, “look at you. All sloppy for me. Where’s your competitive edge now, huh?”

The gamer sucked even harder on Wonwoo’s cock, and his grip on her hair tightened, his hips pushing up, which caused his cock to hit the back of Fae’s throat. She gagged around him, but continued her work diligently, working her hand up and down on the base of him.

Wonwoo let out a chuckle, “so that’s your game huh? Eager to make me cum?”

Fae made a sound of affirmation and then she was being pulled off of Wonwoo and tugged to her feet. “I think I can beat you.” Wonwoo told her, letting go of her shoulders in favour of pushing down his pants and collapsing onto his bed, “come sit on my face.”

So that’s how this is going to be, Fae thought to herself.

She followed through with Wonwoo’s command, approaching the bed and moving up near his head. She swung her leg over his face, settling on top of him while she adjusted her hands to be on the bed on either side of his legs, her mouth going for his cock just as Wonwoo pulled her core down to his awaiting tongue, careful to avoid the tail end of the toy still lodged inside of her.

Fae’s eyes closed, her body focusing on sucking Wonwoo off while simultaneously being devoured by his own mouth. The eboi gamer’s hands had found Fae’s thighs and were digging into her flesh in a way that she hoped would bruise later.

She couldn’t help but grind down against him, moaning around his length when his lips wrapped around her clit.

She could beat him at call of duty.

She could snipe him in fortnite.

Hell, she’d even purposefully let him die one time when they’d been playing zombies on the same team in a group stream-

But it looked like when it came to oral, Wonwoo was going to be the winner.

Suck on his length and roll her tongue around it as she might, all of Fae’s usual tricks weren’t working. Wonwoo wasn’t coming undone beneath her like her simps usually did. He wasn’t whimpering and calling her a goddess, his hips pushing up desperately-

Instead, he was remaining the picture of control, while it was Fae who was coming undone.

A smack echoed through the room as Wonwoo’s hand came down on Fae’s ass, and she yelped, pulling her mouth from his cock in favour of using her hands. 

“Fuck,” she groaned, pressing her forehead against Wonwoo’s thigh, her eyes clenching shut as she fought the orgasm that threatened to rip through her. Between the man under her and the vibrator still buzzing inside of her core- Fae was in heaven.

Wonwoo’s hands settled onto her thighs again, applying pressure and forcing her pussy to grind down onto his face, which made the pleasure even more intense.

Fae’s legs were beginning to shake, and that’s when Wonwoo spanked her again, but this time, the pain triggered her orgasm. Her pussy clamped down on the toy, walls spasming around the buzzing contraption while Wonwoo aggressively lapped at her clit, his hands returning to her thighs to make sure she couldn’t lift off of him even as the pleasure began to be nearly too much.

Fae gasped, fighting back her moans while her hand moved on autopilot, working Wonwoo up throughout her own high. The sounds that did slip past her lips were easily drowned out by the music coming through Wonwoo’s speakers and the dwindling party outside.

When Wonwoo finally stopped his motions, he roughly pushed at Fae, causing her to topple off of him and onto the bed. Then the man sat up, looking down at the white haired streamer. 

“I won.” he told her.

Fae was still struggling to catch her breath, but her skin was alive with energy. She sat up too, once again moving to straddle Wonwoo, but instead of mounting his face, this time she was on his lap. She grabbed at his cock, lining it up with her entrance as Wonwoo rested his hands behind him, watching her motions. Then he chuckled, causing her to falter.

“What?” She asked, annoyance flaring through her at his shit eating grin.

“It’s just funny.” Wonwoo said, letting his head roll back while he cracked his neck, showing off his beautiful shoulders and bouncy curls.

“What is?” Fae sighed as she sank down onto his length, enjoying the way his cock pushed at the toy still inside of her.

Wonwoo groaned, wrapping arm behind Fae’s back while still holding them up with his one hand propped behind him on the bed. The muscles in his abdomen feathered deliciously when he sat up even more, no longer utilizing his hand to prop them up. Instead Wonwoo’s fingers found the bottom of Fae’s chin and forced her gaze up from where it had been appreciating his form, forcing her eyes to meet his.

“We haven't even kissed,” Wonwoo told her, looking at her lips, then he rubbed his thumb against the bottom one. “Yet here you are, riding me like a whore.”

“You’ve been too busy-” Fae’s words caught in her throat when Wonwoo thrust up into her, slamming the head of his cock into her gspot. She grabbed at his shoulders, groaning, “you’ve just been too busy talking shit, and I figured you didn’t want to be interrupted.”

Wonwoo’s fingers dug into her hip and then they were rolling, Wonwoo using his larger body to pin Fae to the bed. He grabbed at her wrists, securing them in the grip of one hand above her head. “You make a girl cum one time and she thinks she’s boss again.” Wonwoo seethed, voice low.

He rocked their bodies, moving slowly, but his cock was working alongside the vibrating toy, stretching Fae out more than she was really used to.

Fae pushed her head back into the pillows, moaning when Wonwoo grabbed at her jaw, forcing her to strain her neck even more as he ran his tongue from her collarbone up to her ear, where he nipped at the lobe. “No more talking back or I’ll stop, tie you up, and leave you here while i go back to the party.”

Fae wasn’t sure if she believed him, after all, this was his safe space. She doubted he’d leave her here in his room. “And if you do that,” Fae gasped when Wonwoo’s fingers slipped down from her chin to her throat, giving her a warning squeeze, “i’ll be extra mean next time we play fortnite.”

“So I'm the daddy here, and you’re the daddy as soon as we’re back in the real world, huh?” Wonwoo gripped her throat tighter, glaring down at her.

“Yes, sir.” Fae grinned almost manically when Wonwoo’s fingers only pressed tighter into her neck, cutting off her breathing and bringing a rush of endorphins.

“Such a fucking slut.” Wonwoo growled, his hips beginning to pick up the pace, which earned a whine from the girl beneath him. “You love this, huh?”

Fae could only nod, pushing up at the hand that held her wrists firmly to the bed while her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her legs tightening around Wonwoo’s waist.

“Cum for me.” Wonwoo commanded, releasing her wrists in favour of bringing his fingers down to Fae’s clit while his other hand moved from her neck to the side of her head, pushing at her cheek until half her face was all but buried in the pillows.

It was incredibly sexy for Fae to be pinned by her face no less, Wonwoo applying ample pressure on both her head and her clit while his hips continued to roll against her. Then his pinkie hooked into Fae’s mouth and she bit at it delicately, gnawing into the flesh and the metal band around the digit as she exploded on Wonwoo’s cock for the second time.

Wonwoo groaned, pressing his forehead down by where Fae’s neck met her shoulder, his hips keeping a steady rhythm while Fae’s walls fluttered around him. She could feel his tongue again, drawing a line across her skin, tasting, but never kissing, and she kind of enjoyed the way it felt.

With her hands freed, Fae grabbed at Wonwoo’s curls, tugging and earning another low groan. Then Wonwoo was pulling away from her, grabbing at her waist with strong hands, and flipping her onto her tummy. His warm palm was flat to her back, pressing her down into the mattress and causing breathing to be difficult in the best possible way-

“Tired of this.” Wonwoo said, and then the small, vibrating toy was being pulled from Fae’s entrance. She couldn’t see what he did with it, but she could hear him turn it off.

Then Wonwoo straddled Fae’s legs, flatting himself against her back and pushing into her again. They both let out gasps at the way it felt- with her thighs pressed together and laying on her tummy, this position made everything feel - for lack of a better word - tighter.

“Fuck. When was the last time you got laid?” Wonwoo groaned, teeth dragging across Fae’s shoulder and making her shiver at the stimulation, her hands bunching up in the fabric of the bed. “You know what, i don’t even fucking care.”

His hands went to her hips and he pushed himself up slightly, breaking the mock intimacy the first position had provided. The new way he fucked into her, with his hands wrapped around her waist, pushing her into the bed, made Fae feel so incredibly small- all these positions truly utilized Wonwoo’s size and his ability to man handle her and she loved it. Wonwoo rutted into her fluidly, and the sound of his hips slapping against Fae’s ass could be heard over the music.

Then Wonwoo was changing positions again, seemingly unsatisfied, not that Fae minded. He lifted her hips, positioning her into something like doggy style, her thighs still pressed together, and when he thrust into her, Fae whimpered.

If she’d thought the last position was nice, this was something else. This felt like he was breaking her in half, in the best possible way. Fae grabbed at the sheets harder, burying her face in the pillows and pressing her ass back against Wonwoo to meet his thrusts, his fingers digging into her hips to help her meet his rhythm.

When a hand moved from her waist, Fae was expecting the smack that came next, her toes curling and a moan leaving her throat. She didn’t even mind that he was now coaxing sounds - and orgasms it would seem - out of her as easily as he played his video games.

“Gonna cum again?” Wonwoo’s voice cut through Fae’s lust induced brain fog, and she muttered a sound of affirmation. Another smack landed on her ass, in the same place as the last one had, and Fae whimpered. “Use your words.”

“Yes, yes I’m gonna cum.”

Pain and pleasure shot through Fae’s body when Wonwoo roughly lurched her up by the back of her harness, his fingers slipped securely between the fabric and her skin. Fae arched, struggling to hold herself up with her hands while Wonwoo kept her in this shitty medium place, held just so Fae’s finger tips could touch the bed, but a majority of her weight was being held up by the bubble gum pink harness, cutting into her skin.

“Not yet.” Wonwoo growled, releasing her a moment later.

Fae, unprepared for Wonwoo’s movement, fell face first back into the bed, her hands just barely catching her fall, an ‘oof’ sound leaving her lips.

She could hear Wonwoo laughing at her a moment later, and then his hands were finding her hips again. “Are you pouting?” he asked.

“No.” Fae lied, hiding her face in his pillows as she felt her orgasm beginning to build again, having been only momentarily postponed by his mean manhandling.

“Show me your face.” Wonwoo said, “I wanna see.”

“If you wanted-” Fae moaned, almost forgetting her point before she picked it back up again, “if you wanted to see my face, you would have me in missionary, asshole.”

The growl that ripped out of Wonwoo’s chest was almost enough to make her cum, only for him to pull out of her and flip her onto her back, his hands shoving her legs open as he all but dove into her again. Wonwoo held himself up with his arms on either side of Fae’s head, and she grabbed at his hair, tugging the curls again.

“Fuck!” Wonwoo groaned, looking down at her with dark eyes. His fingers came up to her jaw, pressing into her cheeks, “you’re calling me the asshole?”

“If the headset fits.” Fae moaned, finding herself awfully funny in that moment even as Wonwoo’s grip on her face tightened.

His nose brushed by Fae’s and she blinked up at him, her laughter dying in her chest. Wonwoo’s lips were so close- if she wanted to, she could probably kiss him- but why wasn’t he trying to kiss her?

Fae tilted her head, bringing her lips closer to Wonwoo’s, but stopping just out of reach, her eyes looking up into his own.

“You want a kiss?” Wonwoo chastised her, laughing and earning a rough tug of his hair from the angry girl below him.

He groaned at the pain, hips faltering slightly as he continued to all but blow her back out. Wonwoo released her chin, instead moving to brush a strand of silvery white hair out of Fae’s face while she continued to glare.

Wonwoo smiled wider, “love it when you’re mad at me.” a pause, “all because i won’t give you kisses.”

“I don’t need your kisses.” Fae said, turning her face to the side so their lips weren’t close- only for Wonwoo to grab her jaw again, forcing her eyes back to his. But this time, she wasn’t met with a cold stare, because Wonwoo’s eyes were closed.

And then he was kissing her.

His lips were soft, much softer than the rest of him, and his tongue was warm when it slid across the front of Fae’s teeth, earning a soft whimper from the girl who pressed her chest up against Wonwoo. She enjoyed the stimulation of his hard muscles against her sensitive nipples, and Fae gasped into Wonwoo’s mouth, which allowed him to kiss her deeper, one of his hands coming up to cup the side of her face.

Fae’s pussy tightened around Wonwoo’s length as she teetered on her orgasm, and when Wonwoo’s teeth sank into her lower lip, the pain triggered her release. Warmth flooded through Fae’s body, her legs shivering on either side of Wonwoo’s hips as she clamped down on him.

“Fuck-” Wonwoo groaned, slanting his tongue against her mouth as he dug his fingers into her waist, his hips buckling roughly as he came too.

Fae grabbed at Wonwoo’s face, cupping it and kissing him deeply even as waves of pleasure washed over her. His lips kept her anchored, in an odd way, more so than his hands pinning her to the soft bed.

When his thrusts got slower, finally coming to a stop, Fae released Wonwoo’s face. Their kiss ended, lips separating, and for a moment they just stared at each other.

Then Wonwoo moved away, getting off of the bed and picking up his sweatpants, which he pulled on. Once he was half clothed, Wonwoo stood in the center of the room, looking at Fae and running a hand through his hair. He looked deep in thought, and Fae didn’t mind, she needed a moment to recuperate, even if he didn’t.

“So you’re not going to tell anyone about this?” Wonwoo asked, reaching down for the shirt that he’d cut up, and he played with the straps.

“No. Are you?”

“No. But how are you going to get out of the apartment without anyone noticing your shirt is ruined and your thigh harness is gone.”

“Toss me my shirt.” Fae sighed, sitting up.

The shirt landed on her lap a moment later, followed closely by her panties and then her skirt. Fae tied the cut up straps of her shirt to their original fabrics, then she stood and put on her clothes, opting to put her shirt over the top harness instead of working around it. Once she was fully clothed, her straps haphazardly fixed, Fae assessed herself in the mirror by Wonwoo’s closet.

“I need a hoodie.” She concluded.

Wonwoo said nothing, staring at her silently from where he was relaxing in his gaming chair, legs spread, hands in his lap.

“Give me a hoodie.” Fae said.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because.” Wonwoo stated. “You’re not my fuck buddy, you’re not my girlfriend, you’re not even my friend. I’m not giving you a hoodie, or you’ll never return it, or use it as a way to sneak back in here so I can blow your back out again.”

“As if you’re not looking forward to the next time you get to rail me.” Fae rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. “But fuck you. Fine. I’ll get a hoodie from Mingyu.”

Wonwoo shrugged, “go do it.”

He stayed seated and Fae realized he wasn’t even going to get up to say goodbye. No hug, no kiss-

Not that Fae was expecting either of those things- in fact she preferred it this way, she was just shocked at how different Wonwoo was from any man she’d ever been with. In every sense.

“I’m gonna go fuck Mingyu.” Fae said as she moved towards the door, looking to get a rise out of Wonwoo more than anything else.

“You do that.”

When she looked back at Wonwoo, he had swiveled his chair towards his computer, and he was playing the same game he had been earlier, headset already in place.

With a sigh, Fae slipped out of Wonwoo’s room, quickly darting to the bathroom across the hall so she could freshen up before making her escape from the apartment. Once she was feeling semi clean, her hair back in place and un-tousled, Fae poked her head out of the bathroom.

There was still music coming from the living room, and Fae could hear voices. Sneaking, like she had when she’d ambushed Wonwoo, Fae was able to make it to Mingyu’s room without bumping into anyone. She found a hoodie right away, a simple black one, and tugged it on, covering evidence of what she’d done with Wonwoo that would have been obvious by the state of her clothes.

Adjusting the large hoodie over her small body, Fae left the room, heading back into the living space. “Hey Mingyu,” she said, approaching the tall man, “do you mind if i borrow this hoodie? I was going to go home but then i realized it’s a little cold out-”

“Yeah, sure.” Mingyu waved his hand, “just be sure to return it.” He winked at her and Fae’s insides flared with interest.

Wonwoo was a good fuck, and it had been fun fucking a guy who wasn’t bowing down to her- but at the end of the day, Fae did enjoy a soft guy every now and again- and Mingyu definitely fit her height preferences-

“Of course i’ll return it.” Fae said, reaching out and resting a hand on his forearm, “in fact, I’d like to try to see you try to keep me away.”

Mingyu’s lips parted and he looked her up and down, moving towards her-

Another clean hook, line, and definitely a sinker.

But then Fae stepped backwards, closer to the door, to escape. Her voice light and airy as she said goodnight, closing the door to the apartment that housed nothing but temptation.

Chapter 10

The white hair was a dead give away, and Wonwoo pulled his baseball cap farther down to shield his face while he waited behind Fae in line at the coffee shop. He hoped he could get through this entire situation without talking to her, and after all but breaking the girl’s back at the party a few nights before- well, Wonwoo wasn’t sure how Fae was going to treat him now, and he was still content with being rivals. Not friends.

But when Fae began to fumble with her wallet, looking for a card, Wonwoo couldn’t help himself. He had his money all ready to go, and he tossed the bill down, stepping up to the till. “A large iced black coffee, I’m paying.” he said, meeting the eyes of the girl working.

She nodded, taking his cash and ringing it through.

“You didn’t have to-” Fae began to say, only to stop. Wonwoo shifted his gaze to Fae, seeing the realization on her face.

“You were taking too long to find your card.” Wonwoo said pointedly, “i’m not buying you this drink out of the goodness of my heart.”

“You sure?” Fae grinned, and Wonwoo could see the mischief in her eyes.

“What are you even doing here?” Wonwoo asked, moving with Fae to the area of the cafe where their drinks would be set once they were done being made. “Don’t you have a cafe shop under your apartment?”

“I do, but Hoshi suggested this place. Said it had really good coffee.”

“He probably suggested it thinking he could take you here on a date some time.” Wonwoo leaned back against the wall, his hands shoved in the pockets of his black hoodie.

“And now I’m here with you, maybe we should take a picture and send it to him.”

“I thought we agreed on not telling people that we slept together.” Wonwoo said casually, reaching for his drink when it was placed in front of him. He brought the straw to his lips, looking up at Fae.

“I was kidding.” She rolled her eyes, grabbing her own drink, an iced latte. “Do you usually sit and drink here?”

“No. I should be starting my stream soon.” Wonwoo responded, lifting his wrist so he could see the time clearly on his watch.

“What are you playing today?” Fae asked, grabbing at her straw with two long, darkly painted nails.

Wonwoo watched with interest as the top of the straw disappeared between her pretty lips, and for a moment he was reminded of what it had looked like when she’d been on her knees for him. “I’m not sure if i should tell you.” Wonwoo breathed, “or you’ll play it too and pick a fight with me.”

“It’s not always about picking a fight-” Fae said, but then she broke into a grin, “okay, maybe it is.”

“You can beat me at any game you want today,” Wonwoo said, stepping towards Fae until she had to tilt her head to look up at him and meet his eyes, “but i still made you cum three times, which means my dick game is better than whatever you have going for yourself.”

Then he moved past her, leaving the coffee shop without another word.

Chapter 11

Fae’s eyes were glued to her phone, fixed on the grey dots that signified Wonwoo was typing. She shifted in her bed, feeling the smoothness of her sheets against her bare skin.

On normal nights, when she was horny and needed release, she would look up porn- but after her night with Wonwoo- porn just hadn’t satiated her the way he had.

So there she was, at one am, messaging her competitor, looking for something to make her night easier.

She’d texted him a simple ‘wyd’, knowing that the acronym would be enough to signify she was looking for something kinky as opposed to the few texts they’d exchanged previous, which basically consisted of her teasing him about winning and shit talking him.

‘Going to sleep. Bug someone else.’ Wonwoo’s response made Fae scoff, relaxing back against her pillows as she hit the call button.

He answered a moment later with a monotone “what.”

“Wonwoo-” Fae whined, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger, “i’m so wet-”

“Fuck, of course you are, you little slut.” came his response, his voice huskier on the other end.

“Do you still want me to go bug someone else?” Fae teased.

She could hear him swallow thickly, and it made her smile widen. “I don’t think anyone else could get you off the way I can. Or you’d be calling them right now, isn’t that right, kitten?”

Fae’s skin heated in reaction to his words. How did he read her so well? How was he able to flip the power structure so easily?

A chuckle sounded through Fae’s phone, and then Wonwoo was clicking his tongue at her, “make it worth my time. Tell me what you’re wearing.”

“I’m not wearing anything, that would defeat the purpose.” Fae responded immediately.

“I will hang up on you. Don’t test me.” Wonwoo’s comeback was sharp and it had Fae sighing, pushing her head back into her pillows while her eyes closed.

“I’m so wet Wonwoo-” Fae whined, her hand slipping between her legs.

“Do you have any toys with you?” Wonwoo’s question made Fae sit up abruptly, remembering that both she and Wonwoo had the same brand of sex toys- which connected to apps on their phones-

“Do you- do you want to control my vibrator?” Fae asked.

“Send me the link for your toy.” Wonwoo responded.

In under a minute, Fae was settling back against the pillows, the pink egg vibrator in her hand as she connected it with bluetooth to her phone through the sex toy app. She opened up the section that allowed her to give control to another app user through a generated link, copied it, and sent it to Wonwoo.

“Did you get it?” Fae asked, feeling almost breathless at the idea that she was actually using this function of the toy- she had yet to try it.

“Yeah, is it working?”

The vibrator buzzed to life in Fae’s hands, vibrating loudly then quietly, only to run loud again.

“It’s working.” Fae told him.

“Be a good girl and put it on your clit, but only your clit, do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.” Fae sighed contently, adjusting her phone on the pillow next to her, Wonwoo’s commands coming clearly through her speaker.

The vibrator was on a low setting, and it felt nice as Fae rubbed it around her entrance, getting the toy coated in her slick.

“How’s it feel?” Wonwoo asked.

“It feels good-” Her words hitched as the vibrator buzzed faster, making her toes curl against the bed, “fuck, really good.”

The vibrator continued to jump between settings, and Fae let out a whimper, biting her lower lip between her teeth. “Are you touching yourself too, sir?”

“What do you think?”

Fae moaned, bringing a hand up to squeeze at her nipple. “You’re so big- you almost broke me in half last time.”

“I should have. It would have taught you a lesson.”

A small sound left Fae’s lips at his words, and she pressed the vibrator harder against her clit. “You should tie me up next time.”

“Next time.” Wonwoo groaned on the other end, “you think I’m that pussy whipped for you?”

“Aren’t you?” Fae rutted her hips against the toy, holding her breath while she waited for Wonwoo’s answer.

“Admit you love my cock.”

“You know I do. It’s the best thing about you.” Fae couldn’t help but tease him, even as her orgasm built from the toy that he still had control of.

“And as much as i hate you as a person, your pussy isn’t half bad.” Came Wonwoo’s response, and before Fae could fight back, he said “now put the toy inside of you, and crook up your two fingers to make sure it hits your gspot.”

Fae quickly followed through, the toy slipping into her easily due to how wet she was. “Fuck, Wonwoo-” Fae groaned, moving her fingers until the toy was buzzing in a spot that had her teetering-

“Now rub your clit with your other hand and make yourself cum.” Wonwoo told her, his voice steady on the other end of the line.

“Are you gonna cum too?” Fae asked breathlessly, her fingers finding her clit to follow through with Wonwoo’s command again.

Wonwoo hummed a sound that sounded like affirmation, and Fae let out a sinful whimper, her pussy clamping down on her fingers, even as they pushed the toy up against her gspot, her other hand working her clit. “Fuck, Wonwoo-”

“Keep rubbing your clit baby, don’t stop.” He growled in response.

Fae clenched her eyes shut, her hips lifting off the bed with pleasure even as she forced her hands to continue their motions, despite wanting to just collapse. “Wonwoo-” she moaned louder, earning a soft groan on the other end of the line.

When she was finished, Fae let her hands fall to her sides, and the toy clicked off a moment later, from Wonwoo’s end.

“Is that all you needed from me?” Wonwoo asked, cutting through the quiet of Fae’s bedroom.

“Unless you wanna tell me about your day.” Fae joked, running a hand through her hair and letting out a chuckle. “Hey Wonwoo?” she said, when she was met with silence, “sleep well, yeah?”

“Yeah.” A mumble, “you too.”

The call ended.

Chapter 12

“I hate to say this,” Mingyu sighed, eying Wonwoo, “but I think you should slow down.”

Wonwoo’s grip on his fourth beer of the night tightened, and he scoffed, “then don’t say it.”

Mingyu shut his mouth and Wonwoo returned his gaze to the rest of the club, pinpointing the white haired beauty that was dancing with Seungkwan. Out of all of his friends, Seungkwan was one of the ones Wonwoo was least worried about, if you could even call his feeling worry.

Wonwoo had to admit, as much as he and Fae butted heads, she was fabulous in bed- and on the phone too, apparently. But he’d never tell her that. And it had been a while since Wonwoo got to fully let out his demon side, the side of him that enjoyed leaving red marks on a girl’s ass and being rough.

As much as Wonwoo didn’t like the idea of being attached, he’d found himself quite attached to what the girl could offer him. He was even starting to enjoy it when Fae talked back to him.

When she’d called him for phone sex two nights before, Wonwoo had been glad she couldn’t see him, because the distance allowed him to smile and laugh to himself when she was bratty, while still retaining the mean dom facade thanks to the phone call nature of the exchange.

He’d had a dream of her the night before. Fae had been flirting with someone in the dream, Wonwoo couldn’t remember who, but he’d grabbed her by the scruff of her neck and taken her to the bathroom, fucking her face first into the mirror and making her scream-

Wonwoo’s skin tingled with excitement at the memory, his gaze shifting to Joshua, who had appeared next to Fae and Seungkwan.

Now Joshua was someone Wonwoo was concerned with. He watched the way Fae reacted to the older man, tucking into his side and giving him a hug, beaming up at him with the biggest smile- she’d never smiled at Wonwoo like that, and it made something like anger surge through him.

Wonwoo brought his drink to his lips, slamming it, and then he stood.

If there was one thing being a video gaming twitch streamer had taught him, it was that he could make his dreams a reality, and he was not about to watch Joshua hit on Fae for the rest of the night, bro code be damned.

Now Wonwoo just had to find a way to get Fae away from his friends without them noticing.

First, the curly haired gamer went to the bar, ordering a shot and leaning his back against the hard counter top, his elbows resting on the surface, eyes locked on Fae.

It didn’t take long for her to meet his gaze, Wonwoo had been told his stare was quite piercing, and people were often able to feel his eyes. He was glad it helped him in this instance.

Fae looked away immediately, returning her attention to Joshua- but a few seconds later, she was looking at Wonwoo again. And this time, he motioned with his head towards the bathroom.

Fae nodded and Wonwoo smirked, reaching for his shot and downing it before he headed off towards the secluded hallway with single occupancy bathrooms.

“I knew you were pussy whipped-” Fae said the moment she turned down the hall, her feet quickly carrying her to Wonwoo, who held the door open for her, watching her slip past him into the bathroom with an amused half smile on his face.

“But you still came,” Wonwoo closed the door, locking them in and turning to Fae, “so don’t pretend you don’t like this too.”

He wasn’t sure who reached for who, only that Fae’s hands found his face and his found her waist, pulling her flush to his chest while their lips met, an angry clash of teeth and tongues.

Wonwoo pushed her back immediately, until her ass hit the sink, then he reached down, grabbing at her soft thighs and lifting so he could set her on top of the sink vanity.

Fae’s hand slipped between their bodies and she grabbed at his cock, making Wonwoo groan roughly into her mouth. He pushed up her dress and Fae moaned, wrapping her legs tighter around Wonwoo to look for some friction- but he was not about to let her dominate this scene, quickie or not.

Wonwoo pulled Fae off the sink, turning her around and pressing a hand to the small of her back, forcing her forward so she was bent over the vanity. “Cute panties.” he told her, grabbing at those next and tugging them down her legs just enough to get her pussy exposed for him.

He made quick work of his pants, pulling out his cock and lining it up with Fae. “You ready?” he asked, pausing just before he pushed into her.

“Just fuck me!” Fae moaned, pressing back against him.

Wonwoo laughed, and then he sheathed himself inside of her, groaning at the way her warm walls wrapped around his length. His hands grabbed at her ass, roughly squeezing and earning a moan from Fae.

She leaned forward, her hands holding her up, and Wonwoo loved the visual of it. He could even see her face in the mirror, her eyes closed, lips parted in a moment of pleasure- and Wonwoo decided he had to destroy her.

He wrapped a hand in her pretty silver hair, tugging her so she had to arch her back, this also gave him access to her neck, which he ran his tongue against. “Such a little whore. Getting fucked in a club bathroom by a guy you don’t even like.”

Fae whimpered, and Wonwoo watched through the mirror as she bit into her bottom lip, her pussy fluttering around his cock.

“Are you close already, kitten?” Wonwoo chuckled, breathing in her scent deeply as he ran his nose up the column of her throat.

“Yes, fuck, I’ve been so horny lately-” Fae whined when Wonwoo thrust into her roughly, releasing her hair and letting the girl slump forward again, her hands holding her up against the sink.

“I’ll take care of that.” Wonwoo promised, his grip finding her hips again.

Every smack of skin on skin was music to his ears, blending with the actual sound of club music that seeped under the door of the bathroom as Wonwoo worked on blowing Fae’s back out. He didn’t hold anything back, and something told him she’d be mad if he had.

Wonwoo was worked up, and he knew he wasn’t going to last long, but he wanted to see Fae when she came. He didn’t want her hiding her face, so as he felt the first jolts of pleasure beginning at the base of his cock, Wonwoo hauled Fae back to his chest again, this time by a hand wrapped around her throat.

“Look at me.” Wonwoo growled, watching as Fae opened her eyes to meet his gaze through the mirror. “Look how fucking ruined you are.”

Fae whimpered, her pussy clenching around Wonwoo which prompted him to move a hand to Fae’s clit. “Cum for me.” He told her, burying his face in her neck, his teeth nipping into the skin while his hips carried them towards their orgasms.

Fae’s pussy clamped down on Wonwoo’s cock when she came, whimpery sounds leaving her lips as she clawed back at him, her hand finding its way to Wonwoo’s curls as he sucked a mark deep into her skin, his hips smacking against her ass while his own orgasm crashed into him.

Wonwoo’s body knew what it was doing, moving on it’s own accord while waves of pleasure washed over him- and then he was slowing down, the aggression leaving his body with his release.

He let go of Fae when they were done, stepping away from her and pulling up her panties before fixing her dress. 

“There.” Wonwoo said, assessing the mark on her neck, “you’re marked, and you have my cum in your panties. Have fun flirting with Joshie now.”

Fae chuckled, straightening and running a hand through her hair before turning to look at Wonwoo. “You’re fucking crazy.”

“Look who’s talking.” Wonwoo responded, heading to the door to the bathroom and opening it. The hallway was clear of people, thankfully.

“Are you staying for a while still?” Fae asked.

“No, heading home.”

“Well, I guess, I'll be seeing you.”

Wonwoo took one last look at the girl who was leaning back against the sink, a pretty welt already forming on her neck, her hair a mess, her dress skewed. She was an absolute vision, and he could hardly bare it.

He stepped out of the bathroom, “be seeing you.”

Chapter 13

The idea of a horror movie with Mingyu and Wonwoo had sounded fabulous. Sure, there would be a few other friends too, but Fae had heard about Mingyu’s fear of horror, and she had figured it would be the perfect way to make Wonwoo jealous, like she had at the club… which had turned out deliciously.

But when Fae got to the theatre, she was met with Hwasa standing close to Wonwoo, laughing at something he was saying, and Fae’s blood began to boil.

Heading straight to Mingyu, Fae launched into a conversation with him about the horror genre and horror video games. Mingyu had very little knowledge of the subject, but he listened, with a soft smile on his face, as Fae raved to him about the best horror films of the year and the difference between old and new horror, specifically ‘the age of CGI’ and it’s effect on the basic plot structure and even camera utilization within the genre.

As their group headed into the theatre, Fae snuck a peak at Wonwoo, who was following Hwasa and looked to be deep in conversation with the beautiful girl. It was at this moment that Fae realized Hwasa would be getting to sit between Mingyu and Wonwoo- and Fae’s jealousy surged to the surface again.

“Do you like horror?” Mingyu said, looking at Hwasa, and Fae leaned forward, turning her body to look towards the other two.

“I’m not a huge fan.” Hwasa admitted, looking stunning as she ran a hand through her gorgeous, dark, wavy hair. “Are you?”

“I’m not, but she is.” Mingyu motioned to Fae, bringing her into the conversation.

“Really?” Hwasa’s eyes widened, then she smiled at Mingyu, resting a hand on his forearm, “looks like we’re boxed in by crazies.” She laughed, looking instead at Fae, “Wonwoo’s a big horror nerd.”

Fae didn’t love the way Hwasa said this to her, as if she knew Wonwoo better- which, Fae realized, she sort of did.

Fae knew Wonwoo liked horror, he played a lot of horror genre video games, but she hadn’t really known he was a horror film fan- especially after he’d fallen asleep at the last movie.

Feeling somewhat threatened, Fae searched her arsenal of weapons in her mind, and then she smiled softly, pushing her hair over her shoulder and adjusting her shirt. 

“Do you guys think it’s a little hot in here?” Fae asked, unzipping the zipper that ran up the front length of her tight turtleneck, which she’d worn to cover the mark Wonwoo had left on her. She’d had troubles hiding it at the club after Wonwoo had left, but she’d gone home soon after, and had been able to cover the mark with makeup the past two days.

But now it was on full display, and Fae grinned when she saw Wonwoo’s eyes find the mark. He looked up at her pointedly, then turned, facing the screen which was playing a movie trailer.

Fae narrowed her eyes, dejected, but Mingyu began to chat with her about the temperature of the theatre, and he was kind enough to ignore the mark on her neck. Wonwoo returned to his conversation with Hwasa, and Fae did her best to distract herself.

Soon, the movie was starting. But Fae could hardly even pay attention, her focus continuously shifting to Hwasa and Wonwoo.

When the first jump scare came, and Hwasa grabbed Wonwoo’s hand, Fae had had enough. “I’ll be right back.” She whispered to Mingyu, before standing and leaving the theatre, heading out of the row past their other friends so she could avoid Wonwoo and Hwasa.

The sudden light of the concession area was a big difference from the darkness of the theatre, and Fae sighed, heading towards the washrooms where she could get some water from the fountain.

She felt a little calmer after getting a drink, and she stood straight, pulling out her phone and running a hand through her hair. Fae checked the time, groaning when she saw they were only twenty minutes into the two hour long movie- could she really sit there that long? While Wonwoo and Hwasa grabbed at each other two seats away?

“Are you okay?”

Fae spun around to see Wonwoo standing there, and she was shocked at his sudden appearance. “Yeah. You?” she lied.

Wonwoo rolled his eyes, then he looked around, making sure no one was watching them, but the theatre was fairly deserted, as it always was with late show times on weekdays. He stepped towards her, which forced Fae to tip her head to look up at him. She pressed her lips together in anger, narrowing her eyes.

“Don’t lie to me.” Wonwoo said to her, stepping closer, which prompted Fae to move back, her ass hitting the wall. “You’re jealous.”

“Me? Jealous?!” Fae scoffed, rolling her eyes-

But then Wonwoo was grabbing her hand, and dragging her into the bathrooms, finding the single occupancy one like he had in the club. Then he slammed Fae against the door, closing it with her body and reaching out to lock it while he looked into her eyes, “i thought I told you not to fucking lie to me.” he growled.

Instead of saying anything, Fae grabbed the back of his neck, dragging his lips to hers. She kissed him desperately, clawing at his hoodie and pressing her chest up to his.

Wonwoo kissed her back, his hand finding the door next to her head, boxing her in- then his other hand found her throat, and he pinned her to the door with it. “They’re going to notice we’re gone.”

“Not if we do this quick.” Fae whimpered, blinking up at him with need.

Wonwoo studied her, his eyes dipping to her lips, and then he was kissing her again, giving in.

Fae’s fingers found the front of Wonwoo’s pants and she undid them hurriedly before moving to her own. She’d worn a skirt, and it was easy enough for her to push it up, moving back until she hit the sink. She lifted herself onto it and spread her legs for Wonwoo, who immediately slotted himself between them.

He pressed two digits against the fabric of her panties, groaning into her mouth, “always so wet for me.” he pushed her panties to the side, his fingers sinking into her and crooking up, making Fae mewl desperately, tugging at Wonwoo’s curls.

He pulled his fingers out of her, bringing them to Fae’s lips and she eagerly accepted them, sucking her wetness off of his digits while Wonwoo lined himself up with her core, pressing into her inch by inch.

Fae moaned around Wonwoo’s digits, which he removed in favour of grabbing her hair, tugging and making Fae expose her neck to him. “Did you think it was funny showing off your hickey?” He growled.

“Yes.” Fae moaned, closing her eyes in ecstasy as Wonwoo began thrusting into her.

“Did you also think it was funny to sit next to Mingyu and flirt with him?”

Fae opened her eyes, looking at Wonwoo, then she laughed, “now who’s jealous?”

Wonwoo didn’t respond, instead he smashed his lips to hers, letting go of Fae’s hair so he could dig his fingers into her waist, anchoring her while his hips drove them both closer and closer to their highs.

Fae moved her kisses to Wonwoo’s neck, and her teeth grazed his skin. “I want to mark you.” She told him, nipping at his earlobe and enjoying the way his body shivered in reaction, “it’s only fair.”

“Fine, but not a big one.” Wonwoo warned.

“Or what?” Fae grinned, pressing a kiss to his throat.

“Or next time you come to me for a booty call, i’ll say no.”

“Liar.” Fae laughed, attaching her mouth to his neck and sucking, her tongue moving out to soothe the skin as she did so.

Wonwoo groaned, his thrusts getting even more forceful.

Neither of them had to warn the other that they were going to cum, they could both sense it, already becoming familiar with each other’s body. They came together, Fae’s orgasm milking Wonwoo for everything he was worth, and they were left clawing at each other and gasping into open mouthed kisses, hair tousled from tugging.

When Wonwoo’s hips came to a stop, he didn’t immediately move away from her, and Fae blinked at him, staying still, not wanting to break the spell or the moment. Then Wonwoo said, “we should get back to the movie.”

Fae nodded, swallowing and licking her lips, “you can go, I need a minute to fix myself. I’ll go buy popcorn or something so it explains why I was gone longer than you.”

Wonwoo nodded, moving out from between Fae’s legs. He tucked himself back into his pants, then looked in the mirror behind Fae, groaning, “this is a pretty big mark.”

“Deal with it, crybaby.” Fae laughed, reaching out and grabbing at Wonwoo’s hood, which she pulled up and fixed over his curls, “there, it’s covered now.”

Wonwoo looked down at her, not saying anything, and for a moment, Fae thought maybe she should kiss him, then he was looking down at his watch. 

“Okay, see you back in the theatre.”

Chapter 14

Wonwoo was exhausted, his hair a mess, his tshirt falling half off one shoulder, and in great need of coffee. Trudging to the kitchen, he heard voices before he arrived.

It wasn’t uncommon for the guys to wander into each other’s apartments in the morning, groups forming to have breakfast. Mingyu was a fabulous cook, so they usually had at least one stray streamer every morning, waiting for papa Gyu to cook up a meal.

It smelt like fried rice, and Wonwoo groaned with pleasure, drawing the eyes of the men in the kitchen as he entered.

“You look like shit.” Jeonghan laughed.

“Fuck off.” Wonwoo stretched his arms over his head, taking a seat at the kitchen counter.

“Is that a hickey!?” Hoshi’s voice came from behind Wonwoo, and he turned in his chair to see a few more guys in their living room, their eyes all on him, and more specifically, his neck.

“No.” Wonwoo said. He never had hickeys-

But then he remembered what had happened the night before and he felt his entire body rush with heat.

“Your ears are turning red! It is a hickey!” Hoshi screeched.

Wonwoo smacked his hand over his neck as a storm of questions brewed behind him, with Hoshi leading the pack, “when did you even get that? And who gave it to you? What the fuck Wonwoo, do you have a girlfriend?!”

“You know what,” Wonwoo said, standing, “I think I’ll go out for coffee.”

Chapter 15

He’d pushed her against her wall as soon as Wonwoo had entered Fae’s apartment. His lips had been aggressive against her own, his tongue dominating her mouth, fingers grabbing at her thigh to hike it onto his waist.

Fae hadn’t complained, she’d allowed her part time fuck buddy part time competitor to tear her shirt off before he’d even said hello, and once her tits were exposed to him, he finally stopped, eyes taking her in.

Wonwoo licked his lips, hand sliding up from Fae’s waist until his thumb brushed just under her breast- then he looked up at her, “the mark you left is too big.”

“Hmm?” Fae smiled up at him, capturing one of his curls between two fingers and tugging, watching it bounce back into place.

“The mark you left, on my neck.” Wonwoo pushed her harder into her wall, resting his forehead against hers while he looked down at her, “I can't even enter my apartment without being bombarded with questions.”

Fae’s smile widened and Wonwoo grabbed at her throat, “of course this makes you happy.” he seethed.

He kissed her roughly, bending down so he could lift her, forcing her legs around his waist so he could carry her through her apartment towards her bedroom. He’d never been to her place before, but he found the way easily enough, and soon Wonwoo was tossing Fae onto her bed.

There was less talking now that they were familiar with each other’s bodies. Their mouths were more pleasantly occupied than they had been before, tongues clashing in a delicious way instead of lashing out at each other.

Wonwoo made Fae cum twice on his fingers before rewarding her with his cock, and when he was fully inside of her, flattening his body over her smaller one and pushing her into the bed, nothing else really mattered. They were lost in the experience, lost in the feeling of each other, minds shut off from all the outside bickering that their relationship often had.

When they were done, Wonwoo rolled off of Fae, and they laid there, panting, shoulder to shoulder, trying to slow their racing hearts.

“Are you hungry?” Fae asked after a moment, sitting up. “I got takeout right before you showed up.”

“And you let me fuck you while your food got cold?” Wonwoo laughed, running his hands through his hair and stretching, which showed off his beautiful muscles and made Fae want to ignore her food a second time.

“It’s called having priorities. Besides, I knew you’d make me cum fast.” Fae said, heading to her bathroom to freshen up a little. She grabbed the silky kimono housecoat she had in the bathroom and put it on, covering her nude body, then went to her kitchen.

Wonwoo was unloading her takeout from it’s bag. He was shirtless and wearing only his sweatpants, which hung low on his hips and made Fae’s mouth water more than the food.

The kitchen was quiet, the two of them working together to serve food onto plates, and then Fae suggested they move to the living room and watch something while they ate.

They ended up spending so much time bickering over movies on Netflix that by the time they settled on a horror that, shockingly, neither of them had seen before, they were already done eating.

It felt kind of odd to be next to Wonwoo, shoulder to shoulder, watching a movie. Sure they’d been to two movies at a theatre together already, for group things, but it had been a very different setting.

As the movie progressed, Fae decided to give in to her need for contact, and she rested her head on Wonwoo’s shoulder, only to be rewarded by his hand finding her thigh. They stayed that way the whole movie, and when it was over, Fae realized Wonwoo had fallen asleep, his head tipped slightly back and utilizing the couch to hold his body up.

With a small chuckle to herself, Fae managed to move away from the sleeping gamer, pleased that it didn’t wake him.

She looked at his beautiful resting face, enjoying the fact that she was allowed to see him in these vulnerable moments.

For a moment she considered going and laying on the couch, falling asleep with him, but then she realized she loved her beauty sleep and her bed far too much. And as she snuggled under her covers, she also realized that if she’d stayed with Wonwoo, it would have made the change in their relationship even more obvious.

It was a change she couldn’t ignore anymore, but Fae pushed the confusion out of her mind, willing herself to sleep, and soon she was as passed out as the man on her couch.

Chapter 16

“Fuck, how did that even happen?” Fae’s voice screamed through Wonwoo’s headset, and he immediately turned his avatar to head off towards where Fae’s revive beacon was dinging.

They were in the middle of a zombie game with a few other of their friends, and Wonwoo was eager to revive Fae before the round got even more intense, the number of zombies increasing with each passing second.

“That was bullshit!” Fae continued to rave, causing a few of their friends to laugh through their headseats.

Wonwoo smiled to himself, eyes darting to the camera that was on him, streaming his every move.

“I’m coming to revive you.” Hoshi sounded in Wonwoo’s ear.

“I got it.” Wonwoo said, turning the corner in the game and reaching Fae’s downed avatar.

There was silence, and then Fae saying “thank you” as her character hopped back to her feet, immediately taking out the zombies that had been closing in on Wonwoo while he helped her.

“We need to get to station three.” Wonwoo told her, already heading off in the direction of the next check point they needed to reach and turn on to complete the game.

“I’m right behind you.” Fae responded.

They covered each other all the way back to the station, where the other players were fighting zombies.

Even while surrounded by others, Wonwoo kept a close eye on Fae, making sure she didn’t run backwards into any zombies, which he’d noticed she had a tendency to do sometimes when she got frazzled in game.

They completed the game and Wonwoo said goodbye to his stream, turning it off and standing, stretching his hands over his head. He hadn’t slept that well on Fae’s couch, but when he’d woken up at three am to find himself alone in the dark room, he hadn’t had the energy to go home.

Wonwoo had left at around nine am, Fae hadn’t been awake yet, and he hadn’t talked to her other than on stream with thousands of eyes of fans on them.

He grabbed his phone, ready to call Fae, when her name appeared on his screen. She’d beaten him to it.

“Hey.” He answered, walking through his room to the window, which was propped open and allowed the nice evening air to wash over him.

“Hey.” Fae responded, “so you slipped out this morning.”

“Had to go for a run.” Wonwoo said, “didn’t think you’d want me to stay for breakfast.”

He let the words hang in the air, his body tensed, waiting for rejection.

“It would have been fine if you stayed.”

Wonwoo’s fist unclenched at his side, “really?” he hummed, “what happened to just being fuck buddies?”

“You’re the one who said we’re not fuck buddies - or even friends - remember? And besides, you marked me, so if you’re suggesting that you’re not interested-”

“Don’t get your panties in a twist, I’m playing with you.” Wonwoo collapsed into his gaming chair, smiling, “I'm interested in having breakfast with you, especially if you’re my meal.”

“That can be arranged.”

He could hear Fae smiling on the other end and he shifted, adjusting his pants, “fuck, you have no idea what you do to me-”

“You could tell me,” Fae responded lightly, “or you could come over and show me.”

“Two nights in a row, sounds sketchy.”

“Get your ass over here loser.” Fae laughed, “and bring takeout, I’m hungry.”

“Any takeout in specific?” Wonwoo couldn’t believe he was humouring her.

“Something already cold, that way we don’t have to worry about it while you blow my back out.”

Wonwoo chuckled, shaking his head at the situation he’d found himself in. “sounds like a deal.”

⇢ Pairing: Wonwoo x Original Character (Fae) ⇢ Warnings (18+) : mentions of toy use and exhibitionism, ‘pain slut’ (affectionate), it’s straight smut, but like- it’s still somehow soft.   ⇢ Word Count: 750 words - 50 words shown in teaser 

“Stop that,” Wonwoo growled, eyes locking on Fae’s mouth, which had just wrapped around one of his fingers as he shoved her face into the pillows and fucked her like their lives depended on it. He tried to pull his hand away from Fae, but that only aided the girl in getting the silver band off of his pinkie. 

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Hi there! Can i request xiao, childe,zhongli where reader gets injured bad one time that they go into like a comatose or something? And at the end they wake up, thank you!! 🤗

Hi bestie! And ask and ye shall sufficiently be fed. I kept rambling on these so I hope you don’t mind <3

Pairings; (Separate) Xiao, Childe, Zhongli x reader

Warning(s); hurt/comfort, cursing, slight wound description

Keep reading under the cut!

Xiao

You didn’t actually plan to take on the Oceanid but you were in the area and you knew a friend needed a cleansing heart or two so why not?

The why not is the fact that the dumb water birds were ripping the shit out of you

Sufficiently happy that the Oceanid has given you a lesson enough, they disappear, leaving you pretty much in a heaped, shivering, bloody pile.

The yaksha hears his name being spoken with such a level of hurt, Xiao is moving before you’re able to mutter his name a second time

Despite his quick speeds and quicker panic, he hears your voice slowly lose breath. And as much as he doesn’t want to he has started preparing himself for the worst.

Maybe it’s his fault for loving a fleeting mortal?

When he reaches you, you’re unconscious. But breathing. Laboured, likely due to some broken ribs, but breathing none the less. A less panicked and worried Xiao would chastise him for holding onto something that could disappear.

Xiao isn’t going to let you die, not on his hands.

He takes your limp body back to the Wangshu Inn and within the hour there’s 3 doctors all bandaging your body and making sure your stable

Comatose isn’t a word that Xiao has much experience with. But to him it manifests into the worst weeks of his life

Where he isn’t sat beside you, he’s pacing in your room. And when he isn’t doing that he’s throwing himself so deep in slaying demons and once the supply of demons ran dry he started clearing out random hilichurl camps

He knows that things are starting to get better when you start muttering random things in your sleep, and reacting to whatever books Xiao reads to you

Nobody at the Inn says anything outwardly about how unusually soft Xiao is, but everyone’s notices. If you were awake Xiao could imagine you teasing him about it and giving him a kiss

Four weeks almost to the day you wake up. Xiao is sat in his normal place beside you, book in his hand reading to you

“I like that book, its my favourite” you tell the yaksha who hasn’t noticed your waking. Your voice struggles to make words, like when you talk first thing in the morning.

Xiao jumps a little at your voice, he was so engrossed in the book and barely noticed your gaze. 

Grinning is an understatement, Xiao smiles so wide and out of character that you almost jest about Xiao being a doppelganger 

But the moment he hugs you, careful of your bindings, the jest fizzles away

“I almost lost you” he tells you his face sufficiently buried in your neck to try and hide the growing tears that he’s been pushing back through the weeks 

“You can’t get rid of me that easily cutie” you reassure the yaksha as you embrace him as tight as your bandaged body can

-

Childe

The two of you love to expend your energy with random friendly fights be it wrestling around the house or finding the highest plains and having a great all out battle. You both find its a great way to release stress too

“I was thinking about eating out for dinner” you tell Childe as you parry his arrow

“That sounds like an idea. Loser pays” Childe responds with a grin

The fight is great, and dare you say it you’re winning

Until, by no joke, the biggest gust of wind pushes you off of the cliff and sends you flying

It would be funny if you couldn’t feel your bones breaking as you fall

Childe dives off the cliff the as soon as he can attempting to catch you

He does. But he’s a little too late to catch you conscious. You feel like a limp bag of potatoes. Your heartbeat being the only thing that’s currently grounding him and keeping him from committing various crimes

He doesn’t have the time to overthink until you’re safe and laying in your shared room

The three days that you’re unconscious Childe spends almost every waking moment sat on a chair beside your bed, laying on the bed beside you and actively avoiding as much work as he physically can. Even to the point a fatui agent comes to the house and lectures him about how he mustn’t keep avoiding his obligations.

He leaves for half a day on the third day and sits beside you the moment he gets back. He’s lazily telling you about his boring half day of work after he finishes he drops his head onto the bead

“I guess I’ll have to buy dinner though” you tell Childe your hand petting his hair 

You’ve never seen Childe sit up so fast and bury his head into your chest where you continue to pet his hair 

“Though you might have to go and get it, my bones hurt” you jest 

“You fell off a fucking cliff [name] I’m sure your bones do more than hurt” he smiles kissing your nose

You smile at the man and embrace him again “I’m sure you caught me though”

“Without hesitation” he grins, Childes worry's and the days before overthinking flutter away for the time being

-

Zhongli

Being the adventurer spirit that you are going to the reaches of Liyue and you’ve made it your personal goal of exploring every crevice of the country

On your way back to the Harbour after a month and a half being away. Though on the final stretch of your journey a mitachurl decided that you were a personal punching bag and threw you across the road

  Though in much pain from the fall you some how managed to make it back home and into the arms of your spouse

“I’ve got a present fo-” you pass out mid sentence, obviously your adrenaline from the mitachurl had finally ran out

Zhongli takes your sudden excess of deadweight and quickly lays you down onto your shared bed and checks you for any wounds

He quickly finds a large bruise from the mitachurl earlier. Zhongli changes you into some comfortable clothing while you’re already half undressed under his concerned gaze

Despite his quick thinking and generally unfazed expression the archon feels a unsettling pit at the bottom of his stomach

Baizhu is inside the house within the half hour and within the hour he has a diagnosis. A coma with no end date. 

Being acquainted with comas but thanks to his previous lifetimes Zhongli has never been so close to someone with such an ailment

Another month and a half Zhongli finds himself away from his spouse. Although trying to keep his schedule as consistent as possible his morning walks are changed to sitting at the bedside and dinner time was often spent sat to the table that was in the bedroom, but now moved closer to your bedside

Although very used to being alone for extended periods of time thanks for your love of exploration, he has never felt so far away from you despite you being so close to him

When you awoke it was actually close to midnight. Your brain takes a few moments to catch up with the world. You take into account that you’re in bed, and notably, your spouse was not

You feel the distinct pain of the hit you had taken, although you note that it doesn’t hurt nearly as much as it did when you came home

You sit on the edge of your bed and stand, a little wobbly at first, and you move about your home looking for your absent spouse

That’s until you find him asleep in the spare bedroom. Why is he there? You don’t remember having an explosive argument or kicking out of bed.

You enter the room and touch your spouses arm and you call his name. He wakes with a start almost surprised

“You’re awake” he informs you which causes you to chuckle at him

“You’re going to have to catch me up my love” you stroke his hair after he sits up in bed and urges you to sit atop his lap

“In the morning my dear, just for a moment let me be in your presence”

“Anything for you my love” you smile at him before pausing “Though I would love something to eat”

[keiichikuzuryuwu]

For Better or Worse

Pairing: Niragi x Fem!Streamer!Reader

Genre: Fluff? I think?

Warnings: A (literal) shotgun wedding, Dubcon if you squint, Niragi using pet names

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: I never really planned on writing an xNiragi, but I couldn’t get this idea out of my head sooooo hope you enjoy! :D

Great. Just great.

You had been all set to marry the man of your dreams- kind, attentive, encouraging of your career as a popular streamer, and now… now you were sitting on the steps of the darkened wedding chapel, in a post apocalyptic version of Tokyo.

If only your stupid fiancee had kept his damn mouth shut, you might be happily cutting into your wedding cake right now, but nope! He just had to tell his best man that the only reason he was even with you was because of your family’s business connections, and that he was screwing one of your bridesmaids on the side right as you passed by the room he was getting ready in.

You’d told your maid of honor you were just going to step out for a breath of fresh air, but the moment you stepped outside, the fireworks appeared, and everything went dark. When you’d walked back inside, there was no one inside either of the wedding halls and no one in any of the side rooms. It was like they’d all just disappeared, leaving you to fend for yourself in a ballgown wedding dress and high heels.

For the first two hours, you’d run around the block, looking in every store, office, and apartment, but finding no one in those either. Next, you walked back to the chapel, screaming every curse under the sun and tearing the bouquet in your hands apart. After that, the shock of being all alone had worn off, and you sunk on to the front steps, crying your eyes out. And now, finally, as the sun was setting, you had come to accept it- you had obviously been isekaied into an alternate reality, and needed to figure out what to do next.

“I guess the first step is finding a safe place to stay…” As you stood up, your stomach growled, and you put your hand on it, sighing, “And some food…”

Just then, the chapel behind you lit up, bathing you in warm light. The doors swung open, and the appealing fragrance of baked goods wafted outside, as well as the soft notes of string instruments. You’d played enough games to know that something was obviously trying to get you to walk right into an important plot point or boss battle, but you honestly didn’t care. You were starving, and tired, and just wanted to get whatever this was over with.

“What the hell?” But you were not immediately greeted with enough candy and pastries to make even Hansel and Gretle’s witch jealous like you thought you would be. No, you were greeted with a table full of cell phones, and a sign which read:

Entry Limit

Four

Time Limit

30 Minutes

Prize

Wedding Cake and Champagne

You had no idea what any of that meant, but you decided to pick up a phone, and were surprised when it suddenly booted up.

Face recognition in progress. Please wait a moment. was displayed for a moment, before ID10000227 appeared.

Before you could further question what was going on, the sound of a car pulling up and loud, happy voices alerted you of other people coming. Without really thinking about it, you hid in the nearby coat closet, peeking through the slats to get a look at the newcomers. Two people, a man and a woman sporting swimsuits, walked in, laughing and chatting as they were followed by a man in dark jeans and a monochrome giraffe shirt. All three of them carried weapons, the biggest of which was a sniper rifle being carried by the guy in the giraffe shirt.

“So, wedding hall this time, huh?” The sniper casually commented as he picked up a phone, looking around with half interest.

“Ooh, maybe we have to decorate a big wedding cake or something fun like that~” The woman proposed, also grabbing a phone.

“Oy, Niragi,” The last guy was staring at the table, “There’s only one phone left.”

“So? Just means someone’s already registered,” Sniper replied.

“Yeah? Then where the fuck are they? Because there’s only three of us here, and no one was dead on the steps when we pulled up.”

“Could be a trick,” The woman shrugged, “Make us think there’s an extra person around to raise paranoia.”

“Hm… Or…” Glancing around the hall, the sniper’s eyes landed on the closet you were in, and he smirked.

You only had a second to react, shrieking in fear as you ducked in order to miss the bullets shot right where your head had been a moment before. In a flash, the door was opened, and the sniper loomed over you, a sadistic grin on his face.

“Found you~”

“Eh? What’s she doing over here in the closet?” Walking closer, the woman crossed her arms as she got a proper look at you, “In a wedding dress, no less.”

“Think she just got here?” The other man smirked.

Crouching so he was eye level with you, the sniper wiped away one of your tears, “What’s a cute little blushing bride like you doing all alone somewhere like this?”

You have no idea what came over you, but in that moment you regained a little bravery, practically sneering, “P-Playing hide and seek, obviously.”

For a moment, you didn’t know how these very much armed, very dangerous looking people were going to react, but found yourself relieved when they burst out laughing.

“Oh she’s funny!” The woman snorted.

“You might want to be a little less sarcastic, kitten,” Amused, the sniper stood up before leaning over to grab you and force you on your feet as well, “We might be the only people standing between you and a gruesome death~”

Not leaving you time to respond, the other man grabbed the last phone and registered.

“Four participants have arrived. Entry has now closed. The game will now commence.”

“What fun game do we get to play this time?”

“Difficulty: Six of ♥.”

“Oh fuck offffff! I hate ♥ games!” The woman groaned, only confusing you further.

“Six of ♥? Like a playing card?”

“Hah, told ya she just got here,” The second man sneered.

“Game- ‘Shotgun Wedding.’ Rule- In pairs, you will answer questions about your ‘fiancee.’ Approximate answers will give you one point, while exact answers will give you two points. All questions must be answered, and no cheating is allowed. Clear Condition- Be the couple with the most points after all questions have been answered. Should both couples get the same number of points, both pairs win.”

“Alright, then how’re couples determined?”

“In order of registration, please pair up with your fiancee and enter separate halls.”

“Looks like it’s you and me, darling~” The sniper wrapped his arm around your waist, winking at you.

“Ooh, tough luck, Niragi, getting paired with the stranger,” The woman chuckled, linking her arm through the other man’s as they walked towards the other hall, “We’ll make sure Aguni holds a proper funeral for you!”

Watching the other couple enter their assigned hall, you began to tear up again.

“Oh gods, we’re going to die, aren’t we??”

“Relax, we have a better chance than they think,” Still smirking as he led you to your assigned hall, the sniper whispered in your ear before nipping at it, making butterflies flutter in your stomach. He was dangerous, you had empirical evidence of that, but damn if he wasn’t attractive in a fucked up sorta way.

At the end of the aisle was a robot priest, a shotgun on each side of them. Fabulous, everyone here was armed except you.

“Please, fill out these wedding registration forms before we begin. You have five minutes,” As you approached them, the robot held up two clipboards. At least that was a normal part of the wedding process, you’d had to fill one out for your wedding to your first fiancee. At least, you thought it would be normal until you actually looked at the form.

It started with the standard name space, but took an immediate left in asking for your favorite food, dream vacation, and what the last lie you told was. In total, there were fifteen questions, and you felt more doomed than ever. Still, you filled it out, and turned it in.

“Both forms have been turned in. Will the couple please stand in front of me and join hands,” Following Robo Priest’s instructions, you stood facing the sniper, and put your hands in his. Immediately, a pair of handcuffs were placed around your wrists.

“Kinky,” The sniper licked his lips, causing your cheeks to heat up.

“Please don’t joke about this…”

“Oh, I’m taking this very seriously~”

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the holy matrimony of this couple. We will now begin the vows- First question: What is your fiancee’s name?” Robo Priest turned to you, “Partner one?”

“Niragi! I heard them call him Niragi!”

“The correct answer is Suguru Niragi. One point for correct surname. Partner two?”

“Y/N L/N,” He answered without hesitation, catching you off guard. You’d never met, as far as you could remember. There was no way you’d forget a man like this one.

“The correct answer is Y/N L/N. Two points for correct full name.”

“How do you know my name??” You whispered harshly, only for Robo Priest’s eyes to turn red.

“Please, no conversing with your fiancee unless instructed to. You will not be given another warning. Question two- What does your fiancee do for work? Partner one?”

“Gods, I don’t know… Professional marksman?”

“The correct answer is video game engineer. Zero points. Partner two?”

“Video game streamer.”

“The correct answer is streamer. Two points for specific job title.”

Oh, now it made sense… He was a fan.

Wait… A game engineer named Suguru Niragi…

It suddenly clicked in your head who he was, and your eyes widened.

“Question three- What is your soulmate’s favorite food? Partner one?”

This time, you knew what to say, “Curry with no carrots and extra ginger!”

The smirk on Niragi’s face said it all. He was one of the people behind one of your favorite games, and the two of you had even had several conversations over twitter. You could almost kick yourself for not realizing sooner.

“The correct answer is curry with no carrots and extra ginger. Two points. Partner two?”

“Spicy gyudon.”

“The correct answer is spicy gyudon. Two points.”

It continued like that, the two of you answering questions correctly, until finally, the last question arrived.

“Question fifteen- What was the last lie your fiancee told? Partner one?”

You genuinely had no idea what the answer could be. It was such a subjective question! Did they really have a way to know if what they’d put on the form was truly the last lie they’d told?

Knowing you were running out of time, you looked Niragi in the eyes, and answered, “‘I hate you.’”

“The correct answer is ‘I won’t kill you if you beg.’ Zero points. Partner two?”

“‘I hate you too.’”

“The correct answer is ‘I’m alright.’ Zero points. With that, the vows have concluded. Please wait a moment while the other couple finishes their vows,” Silence washed over the wedding hall as they waited, unable to move for fear of this shotgun wedding living up to it’s name. Finally, after what felt like forever, the Robo Priest moved again, “With forty eight points, you are the more compatible couple.” 

The sound of two gunshots came from the room next door, startling you. Guess it lived up to it’s name after all.

“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you married. Please kiss.”

“Excuse me?”

“They might still kill us if we don’t comply,” Niragi whispered to you, leaning in a bit, “You wouldn’t want that, would you?”

You definitely didn’t want that, so, taking a breath, you leaned in and kissed him. His lips were surprisingly soft, the feeling of his teeth gently tugging on your bottom lip making you shiver. Thankfully, before you could lose yourself in this exhilarating, intoxicating kiss, the handcuffs binding you unlocked and fell off, producing a dull clunk that brought you to your senses. Pulling away, you blushed and looked away.

“Game clear. Congratulations!” Your phones chimed, “To the winners of the game, we will now supply you with a visa.”

“Visa?” Confused, you looked back at Niragi, only to see him already walking back down the aisle, “Hey!”

“Yes?” He turned, amused as you raced after him.

“You’re supposed to wait for your bride before walking back down the aisle!”

“Oh, so you’re my bride now?”

Realizing what you’d said, you blushed, “N-No! But we are still in a wedding hall, and may or may not be legally married in the eyes of whatever law this bizarro world has, so the least you can do is follow through on the fantasy after making me kiss you!”

“Well, when you put it like that,” He offered you his arm, allowing you to slip yours through it before walking again, “This better, wifey~?”

“Much,” Exiting the wedding hall, you saw a large cake decorated with hearts and sugar flowers, and a bottle of wine in the bucket next to it, “Guess that’s the wedding cake and champagne we were promised as a prize.”

“So we indulge in that and then… honeymoon time?”

“As if,” You scoffed, “I need to figure out where to go now. This place clearly isn’t safe, and I’ll need a change of clothes so I’m not running around playing any more death games in a damn wedding dress. That’s not even accounting for food and-”

Leaning against the nearby wall, Niragi laughed.

“What? I say something funny?”

“If you’re worried about all that, you should just come with me. I can give you that and so much more~”

“…Niragi, two of your friends just died and you haven’t bat an eye.”

He shrugged, “Not my friends.”

“Still, how the hell could I trust you?”

Moving closer, he placed his arm on the wall above your head, smirking as he leaned in, “What’s your alternative? Either you come with me and I’ll make sure you’re protected and cared for, or you go out there and fend for yourself. So… which would you prefer, kitten?”

He made a fair point, and the longer you thought about it, the less unsure you felt about him.

“For better or worse,” You gripped the front of his shirt, staring him straight in the eyes.

“Till death do us part,” He replied, closing the small distance between you, and kissing you once more.

[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

Childhood

Father of Mine – Part 1 and Part 2

+ This Game of Ours

Jason’s eyes snapped open at a sound that no human should be able to hear.

Ever since he’d been resurrected from the Lazarus pit, his senses had grown abnormally acute – amongst other strange things. 

Sometimes he swore he could even hear Y/N’s heartbeat. It was easiest to do with her, after all he was so intone with her very being.

But all of that made nearly impossible for anyone to sneak up on him – let alone in his own home. Which someone was. He could feel it.

Jason’s eyes glanced down at Y/N, who was sound asleep on his chest.

Ever so carefully, he lifted her body off of him so he could slip out of bed.

But Y/N was a light sleeper, unfortunately. She must’ve inherited that from Bruce, even though she wasn’t even raised by the man.

Y/N winced as her eyes opened just in time to see Jason grabbing one of his hidden guns from below their bed frame.

“What’s going on?” Her voice raspy.

“Nothing,” Jason lied. “Stay here.”

Now that she found out about another hidden gun in their apartment, Jason knew he was going to return to a lecture from Y/N. She never hid her hatred for guns, and had asked him to keep them out of their apartment.

“Jason…” Y/N whispered desperately, now more awake and concerned.

“Stay here,” Jason said, more firmly this time.

Then he quickly kissed her, leaving even less room for her to argue.

In only his black boxer briefs, Jason snuck out of their bedroom and into the living room without making any sound. Y/N had always been shocked at how quiet her giant boyfriend could make himself.

Just as Jason raised his gun, he heard the familiar voice.

“Put some clothes on, Todd.”

Damian stepped out of the shadows.

To Jason’s surprise, he was in civilian clothes and not in his Robin uniform.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, breaking in like that?” Jason reprimanded as he uncocked the gun.

But before Damian could defend himself, the bedroom door squeaked open and Y/N was rushing out into the living room.

“I told you to stay there,” Jason growled.

Y/N rolled her eyes at her boyfriend’s overprotectiveness. “Obviously I recognized Damian’s voice, Jason.”

Then Y/N looked at her half-brother for a second and quickly realized Damian had come there for a reason.

“Everything alright, Damian?” She asked carefully.

“Yes,” he lied.

Jason remembered when Damian despised Y/N. He saw her as a threat to his claim to the Wayne throne. But Y/N had immediately made her intentions clear. “I have my own reputation, money, and career that I built without a name attached to me. I want nothing to do with Wayne Enterprises,” she had told Damian as soon as she realized he saw her as some sort of competition.

It took Damian months to even acknowledge Y/N. And he really only did because both his father and Dick – basically his surrogate father – scolded him for not doing so.

Slowly but surely, the two grew closer.

Y/N didn’t put up with Damian’s attitude. But she also didn’t scold him like a child. If he was rude or aggressive, she spoke to him the same way she would speak to a grown man who behaved in such a manner. Somehow it made the boy slowly start to respect her more.

Eventually, they bonded over their mutual love of the arts. Damian was impressed with her photographs, while Y/N was honored whenever Damian decided to share his drawings with her. Y/N had gifted Damian his first camera. And Damian once gave her a few lessons on the basics of sketching and painting.

Who knew Waynes were the creative type?

And it was when Damian’s pets all seemed to be obsessed with Y/N that the boy finally decided to get over his original opinions and feelings.

It was by no means a short or easy battle. But the rest of the family was relieved when Damian finally accepted Y/N as one of their own.

“How about I make us some hot chocolate?” Y/N offered Damian.

The boy just shrugged, but she noticed his eyes subtly light up.

She never understood why he refused to let himself feel joy in the simple things. It was like she could catch him stopping himself from being a kid.

“I’m going to bed,” Jason announced with exhaustion.

It was clear to him that Damian came to see his sister, not him. And he was nice enough to leave the two of them alone. Even though he was a bit bitter that his girlfriend was being stolen from their bed.

Before turning back to the bedroom, Jason invaded Y/N’s space and gently grabbed her jaw before pressing a kiss to her lips.

“Gross,” Damian groaned.

Jason glared and pointed at the boy. “You’re in our apartment, demon spawn. I’ll kiss my girlfriend if I fuckin’ want to.”

Y/N just laughed as she watched Jason close their bedroom door behind him.

“Come on,” she nudged her head in the direction of the kitchen. “Let’s make some hot chocolate. I think I have some of Alfred’s cookies hiding somewhere, too.”

“I don’t know what you see in him,” Damian mumbled.

Y/N smirked and shook her head. Tonight, she wasn’t taking the bait. 

Once Damian decided he didn’t hate Y/N, he jumped right to making it known that he did not think Jason was good enough for her. But she knew it was an act – mostly.

“Why aren’t you on patrol?” She asked casually once they had giant mugs of hot chocolate and cookies in front of them, making sure to give the boy extra marshmallows. 

“I’m grounded,” Damian muttered.

Y/N tilted her head. “Grounded?”

It seemed like a far too normal concept for a family of vigilantes.

“Yes,” Damian confirmed.

“I’m guessing that means Bruce and Alfred don’t know you’re here…?”

“I snuck out,” he admitted.

“Why did you get grounded?”

“Father found out I was skipping school. And then that I skipped the school dance.”

“Why does it matter if you skipped the dance?” She asked, clearly confused.

Y/N was also struggling to imagine Bruce caring about such a trivial thing like that.  

“Father wishes for me to have normal experiences that young man of my age is expected to have,” Damian said with a roll of his eyes.

“School dances are lame,” Y/N commented.

Damian sat up straighter, not expecting that to be her response.

“I skipped prom. I didn’t want to go,” she added.

“Why not?” The boy challenge, somewhat caught off guard by that.

Y/N shrugged. “Bad music. Bad dancing. Tacky dresses. Just wasn’t all that appealing to angsty, teenage me.”

Damian just nodded slowly, and then got quiet.

“I have no desire to be normal,” he finally stated after a few minutes.

“I’m not taking his side, but I get why Bruce wants you to do these things, Damian. You were robbed of a lot of things because of the way you were raised. I’m not saying that it’s bad or good. But I think Bruce just wants to give you the opportunity to experience the life of a – well...of a kid.”

“And was your life normal?” Damian quickly asked.

Y/N nodded. “So normal that it was boring.” She laughed, “My entire life was normal until I met all of you weirdos.”

That got a smile out of Damian.

But then it slowly dropped and he seemed to get lost in his head.

“I don’t…I don’t have any friends,” Damian finally whimpered.

Y/N was shocked by the boy’s emotion.

Damian was always composed.

“It’s like they speak a different language. And it’s one I can never learn.”

“Oh, Damian,” Y/N sighed as she rushed from her seat to kneel beside him. “I know it must be hard to try and fit in. But you’re not doing anything wrong. None of that’s your fault.”

“Father is more than aware that I don’t need the education,” Damian’s voice shook as he tried not to cry. “He only forces me to attend so I can make friends. And that is one thing I am unable to do.”

Y/N let him breathe and have an opportunity to continue before she spoke again. 

“I hate school, so I skip. And the school dance seemed so ridiculous to me, so I skipped that too – even after father specifically requested that I attend.”

Y/N sighed, “And did you tell him how you’re feeling when he grounded you?”

Damian shook his head no.

She hadn’t expected anything different. She could easily imagine Damian lashing out at Bruce when he received his punishment, saying that the requests were a waste of his time and beneath him. 

Damian was good at hiding his emotional pain – maybe even better than their father.

Y/N was sure Bruce didn’t have a true understanding of what Damian was going through.

“Can I stay here tonight?” Damian asked.

“Of course,” she gave him a sad smile. “How about we take this hot chocolate to the couch and watch a movie?”

Damian shrugged. But it wasn’t a no.

Y/N let him pick the movie.

He chose Fantasia. 

When Y/N didn’t hide her surprise, he explained that he respected the animation and loved all of the classical music. Even when they did a child-like activity, he still always found way to remind the world that he was no normal child.

An hour later, both of them had fallen asleep on the couch with the movie still playing.

When Damian felt another presence, he awoke with a jolt and grabbed his hidden knife, holding it to the throat of the intruder.

But it was Jason, gently bringing Y/N’s sleeping body into his arms.

“Once again, demon spawn, you’re in our apartment,” Jason hissed with annoyance.

The man was completely unfazed by the feeling of a blade threatening to slit his throat. 

Damian huffed.

“I’m taking her to bed,” Jason explained the obvious. Then he nudged his head at the love-seat across from Damian. “There’s a blanket right there if you want to sleep on the couch. Or you can sleep in the guest bedroom.”

But Jason paused, with Y/N sleeping in his arms, as he noticed a strange look on Damian’s face.

“What?” He urged.

“If you ever hurt her, I’ll kill you myself,” Damian growled softly.

Jason looked utterly unimpressed. “You’d have to get in line,” he answered, making sure to keep his voice quiet to prevent waking Y/N.

But then Jason’s face softened. “Look, kid, I think you know that she’s the best thing to ever happen to me. I’d die before doing anything to mess this up.”

“Hmph,” was the only noise Damian made in response.

Jason rolled his eyes and carried Y/N back to their bedroom.

In all honesty, he couldn’t fall asleep while she had been in with Damian. With Jason’s weird enhanced hearing because of the pit, he was able to catch a bit of their conversation.

Jason softly place Y/N back in bed and pulled the covers up to her shoulders. When he joined her on the other side of the bed, she didn’t even wake as she slid back into his arms.

Now Jason could finally go to sleep.

When there was a knock on the apartment door the next morning, Damian and Y/N shared a look.

“I’ll get it,” Y/N sighed.

Jason had made all three of them breakfast that morning.

But now Damian pushed the food around his plate, knowing this was the end of his small rebellion. Who knew what his new punishment would be?

Y/N opened the door to unsurprisingly find her father.

Bruce was wearing a full suit, despite it being a Sunday morning. On top was a heavy, black overcoat with the back of the collar slightly propped up.

“You could have least told me he was here,” Bruce greeted his daughter.

She smirked mischievously and shrugged. “I’m no snitch.”

Damian appeared behind Y/N, not seeing the point in dragging this out any longer than necessary.

“Alfred’s downstairs with the car,” Bruce told his son evenly.

The disappointment in both his expression and tone was obvious.

Damian looked up at Y/N. “Thank you for having me, Y/N.”

“Next time, use the actual door so you don’t give me or Jason a heart attack.”

Damian smiled at that before walking past his father and down the hallway.

“Can I talk to you a second?” Y/N asked Bruce.

Her father seemed surprised by the request, but nodded anyways and closed the door behind him.

“I think Damian is really struggling – more than you think, I mean.”

Bruce’s brow furrowed and he crossed his arms. “He hasn’t even been remotely injured from patrols in months…”

“No, Bruce,” she quickly cut off. “Not as Robin. As Damian.”

Bruce was quiet.

“He doesn’t know how to fit in, Bruce. And you’re putting a lot of pressure on him to live a normal life. Bu he’s never gonna have normal. That was taken away from him before you even knew he existed.”

“He said that to you?” Bruce asked.

She nodded. “In so few words, yes.”

“And I’m assuming you have some advice,” he quirked a brow.

“Well, yeah. Maybe you should just homeschool him.”

“Y/N, the whole point of him going to school is to be around kids his own age. We both know the education is beneath him already.”

“But that’s the thing, Bruce. He’s never going to relate to any of those kids. Going to school makes him feel like a freak. Let him get homeschooled.”

“He needs to learn to make friends,” Bruce argued.

“You’re right. He does. But not with the spoiled brats of Gotham Academy. How many superheroes are you friends with?”

“He doesn’t consider them friends!” Jason shouted from the kitchen.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Fine. How many superheroes are you acquainted with, who have kids around Damian’s age?”

Bruce’s jaw tightened.

“I know you like to keep your personal life away from Batman. But those are the only kids that Damian is ever going to relate to in some way. Do you get what I’m saying?”

To her surprise, Bruce nodded. “You’re right.”

Her brows shot up. “I am?”

Y/N had really expected him to fight her on this.

Bruce chuckled. “Of course you are. Out of everyone in this family, you are the only one who can say they had any semblance of a normal childhood.”

Suddenly his phone dinged and he glanced down at it.

“I have to go,” he regretfully told her.

When he looked back up at her, his face softened. “Come to the manor soon for dinner,” he asked her gently.

She gave him a soft smile and nodded, “I will.”

Bruce nodded in the direction of the kitchen where Jason was hiding. “And bring that one with you, will you?”

Y/N laughed. “He’ll go wherever I go. He’s like a puppy, that one.”

“I can hear you!” Jason called out.

Bruce laughed and stepped forward to give Y/N a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you for looking out for Damian, Y/N.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Bruce.”

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[subpar-ghoulfriend]

Let’s have a baby

yandere!EraserMicx PREGNANT!Reader 

A terrible mix up leading to an accidental pregnancy? Or something more intentional? Either way now you were pregnant with (none other than the beloved power couple heroes) Eraserhead and Present Mic’s child. Time to discuss how co parenting is going to work. 

TW: pregnancy, artificial insemination, yandere elements, mentions of stalking, alludes to potential custody battle

You had been avoiding the two men for the past week, which was challenging seeing as they managed to find your phone number, address, and place of work. Any time you blocked their calls they got a new number. Two Pro Heroes versus a twenty something civilian, it was only a matter of time until you were cornered.

Now the couple stood between you and your apartment. You had a long shift at your job as a pet groomer and just wanted to get some rest.

Present Mic was the first to speak. "Hey lil momma, we heard you had work today so we brought you some dinner. We thought we could talk over a nice meal."

You had no response. You were tired, both physically and emotionally. You had been put through the ringer ever since meeting them at your doctors office. It was a total Jane the Virgin situation. You went in for an assessment about some supposed ovarian cysts and unknowing left artificially inseminated. There was a supposed mix up, a digital glitch that somehow merged your chart with the surrogates - apparently your names were super similar. Two weeks later you were called back into the doctor's office and informed of what took place. And now you were in this living nightmare.

And the two heroes had nothing to do with the error. There was totally a surrogate. They hadn't paid off your provider. And why would they? You had never met them - although given their patrols they may have seen you once or twice...

They were tearful when they were informed of the mix up, they had been waiting patiently through the whole process and now everything was thrown in chaos. They offered to compensate you for your service which sent you into a blind rage. They just assumed you would carry a child, a child with half of your DNA, and then give YOUR baby away. Rationally you understood that they had planned to be be the only parents to the child, but that was with a professional surrogate who understood the process, who didn't want the child in their life, just happy to help out a loving couple. But that wasn't you, you grew up wanting to be a mom, and now they would take that from you.

What if they tried to legally take sole custody of the baby? Surely they had some pull in the judicial system. Besides, they were a solid couple with money, while you were alone with no family and working two jobs. The thought made you sick to your stomach.

You were shaking as you tried to push past them. Maybe they would just disappear if you ignored them, a girl could dream. But instead they tagged along inside. Albeit you weren’t fighting them on it, you knew this had to happen eventually.

Aizawa easily found the cluttered dining table in your small apartment. You flinched when the loud one tried to help you shrug off your backpack. Taking a seat on the couch you waited for them to start berating you.

"Come sit at the table, dinner is getting cold," Eraser spoke for the first time.

"I'll eat later, I'm not hungry."

"You may not be, but the baby needs to eat."

You glared, how dare they insinuate you didn't know what your child needed. If your body was hungry, you ate. If you were full the baby was full too.

But, you complied, not wanting to argue, "Fine, but I ate a snack not too long ago."

As you ate, Mic kept you company, picking at some left overs, they clearly ate before their visit. Aizawa was rummaging through your place but you managed to hold your tongue until he began throwing things out of your fridge.

"What are you doing?" You hissed, getting up out of your seat.

"Mic and I will bring you groceries tomorrow. The food you have is barely safe for an adult, let alone a fetus."

"Are you kidding me? It's not like I'm chugging alcohol and living off Twinkies. Hey! I just bought those turkey slices. How is turkey bad?" You whined.

To make sure you wouldn't dig the food out trash he dumped it out of his container.

"Zashi, don't let me forget to empty the trash on our way out. Do you know how much salt is in deli meat? And there's no way you can drink any of this while you're pregnant." He gestures to the cans of soda.

As the frustration built you had to fight back tears. They couldn't come in to your home and start throwing out your things.

"Some of us don't make ridiculous money, I'm buying what I can afford and the doctor never had any problem with my health." You hissed.

Hizashi felt the tension thickening, "Hey hey hey, it's okay. Sho and I will go get you some good stuff. We just gotta watch out for you and baby."

And that was the end of your resolve, you stomped past the Hero and locked yourself in your bedroom. Finally tears began to drip down your cheeks.

Back in your kitchen Mic was chiding his boyfriend for being so tough on you.

"So I should just back down while she stuffs herself with junk food?"

Mic gave him a shrug, showing him a bottle on your counter, "At lest she's taking her prenatal vitamins?"

Grabbing the keys to your apartment Aizawa instructed Mic to wait with you while he got you better groceries. He would make copies of your keys on his was back.

You prayed they would leave soon. You were laying in your bed having cried yourself out. Barely into your second month of pregnancy. You still had to endure this for at least seven more months, but most likely much longer.

Next thing you knew you were opening your eyes and the clock read seven AM. By now your uninvited guests must be gone. Nervously you sat up, praying that you'd skip the morning sickness just once this week. You had always had a weak stomach and even the doctor was surprised you were already experiencing the symptom. Unfortunately the minute your feet touched the floor you knew what was coming. You sprinted to the restroom, not even checking to see if the duo had left.

God this was terrible, you didn't just hate throwing up, you were terrified of it. What if you started and never stopped? But it did come to an end. You wiped the water from your eyes and took a moment before standing from the floor. You screamed when a hand slid under your arm, helping you up. Another set of feet rushed to the bathroom.

" What's wrong?" Hizashi huffed as he skid to a stop.

You pulled arm free from Aizawa's grasp. "What are you two still doing here?"

You turned in the faucet to rinse your mouth. Trying to calm your stress, the nausea was trying to return.

Undeterred the scruff pulled your hair into a bun before rubbing your back. You debated returning to bed but that wouldn't get them out of your apartment. You told them you need to sit down, both of them nodding, still wearing their concerned expressions. They got you a glass of water before joining you on the couch. Stubborn men, you sat at the end of the couch so they couldn't both sit, but Mic decided to perch himself on the armrest.

He started petting your hair, "You feelin better little listener?" You nodded in response.

"I got you more food, let us know if your hungry."

You sighed in defeat, "I'm barely two months pregnant, I can fend for myself. What did you all want to talk about?"

You anxiously placed a hand on your stomach. Both men felt their hearts flutter recognizing your maternal instincts kicking in.

Aizawa let Mic begin, he was the more gentle of the two.

"Well, we figured we got off to a rough start. You got put in a tough situation. We shouldn't have assumed you didn't want a child so we're not mad at how you stormed out. But either way we expect to be in our baby's life. The two of us talked it over and we don't want to fight you if you want to be in their life too. So if you wanna be the mommy we're cool with it."

You could blame your reaction on your hormones for your response but you didn't, "Geez thank you so much for allowing me to be in MY child's life."

Aizawa placed a hand on the back of your neck, giving you a gentle massage. "Okay then, the three of us are gonna have a baby. That means you have to stop ignoring us. We can raise the baby together, without involving anyone else. But if we have to, we can always go the legal route for the baby's best interest." 

He knew it was a low blow, but the couple needed you to stop fighting them. Your eyes snapped to his and you shook your head in protest.

"Okay then we're all the same page," Aizawa reassured you.

Mic cheered, "Now we can focus on the fun stuff."

"Hun," Eraserhead caught his attention. "There's still a few more important things to figure out. We don't want you going back to that doctor. They're incompetent. We scheduled you an appointment with another's clinic for next week. Okay?"

You couldn't find your voice after how easily he threatened to take your baby. So you just nodded. Half listening.

"Good. We also went ahead and programmed our numbers into your phone. We need to be able to check in with you."

"Okay, but I can't use my phone at one of my jobs."

"About that lil momma," Mic started. "You work a lot, which is totally bad ass, but we don't think you leave enough time to rest and take care of yourself."

You tried to protest but Aizawa cut you off, "You also shouldn't be working around so many animals. Even though we love animals, they can be unpredictable and one dog can trigger all the rest into a frenzy."

You were dumbfounded, "I've never heard of anything like that happening. One of my coworkers was pregnant last year, she worked until her maternity leave. Plus I need to be able to pay my bills. And don't offer to compensate me again."

"Why do you have to view it as compensation? We just want to take care of the mother of our child. Just think about it. Mic and I have to go take care of some business but we'll be back later this week."

---

Back at their home Hizashi was dramatically splayed on their bed.

"Babe why are you pouting?" Aizawa asked.

"Why can't we just bring her home already?"

Aizawa sympathized with his better half, but they needed to be methodical. He reminded Hizashi that they didn't need to cause her even more stress, especially so early into the pregnancy. If they played their cards right they would have their happy little family soon enough.

If they could ease you in to the relationship everything would be easier in the long run. They had been managing just fine until now, they could wait a few more months.

He joined Hizashi on the couch. Mic was comforting himself the way he usually did when he felt like this. He was scrolling through the countless photos they had collected since their chance encounter with you over a year ago. 

[kythalassmuttyworkshop]

Little Pleasures - Leon

Summary: Who says you can’t have fun at family gatherings?

Characters, Leon x Fem! Champion Reader, (All characters aged up, 18+)

Format: One shot

Rating: R, 18+, Explicit, MINORS DNI!

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Female genitalia, female pronouns, almost getting caught, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (Don’t be silly, wrap your willy), semi-public, Fingering (F receiving), oral sex (F and M receiving), pet name darling, talk of weddings and pregnancy, 

“And then an Entei, just like the one Y/N has, showed up right in front of me!” As I was helping Hop’s mother in the kitchen, I overheard Hop, telling everyone about his latest trip to Johto as a newly appointed Professor. Of course, with me being his best friend, I already heard all about it, with him calling me every night to tell me about his day and the new things he’s discovered.

“Did you catch it?” His grandfather asked.

Hop shook his head sadly, he wanted to catch it, for it to become friends with my Entei, just like our Cinderace and Inteleon were friends.

From the open window in the kitchen, I piped up, “To be fair, I didn’t catch mine either” I said, “I just found him looking for food in my tent and then he decided to stick with me”

“I’m sorry!” We all heard as the former champion; Leon ran through the gate. I smiled, even after all these years, he was still late. Of course, I blame his horrid sense of direction; I would not be surprised if he ended up in another realm just trying to find his way to Hammerlocke, a route he’s taken a thousand times, but still manages to forget.

“Did you get lost again?” His mother asked.

“No, I got off at Wedgehurst and Sonia was there” he said. I couldn’t help but frown, I knew she still had feelings for Leon when the two of us started dating, and she hasn’t been able to look me in the eyes since, and as the current champion, our interactions were necessary. “We got to talking and then I found out that she’s finally seeing someone!” Leon continued.

I perked up. Does that mean we’ll be able to go back to normal?

“Speaking of seeing people, where would I be able to find my lovely girlfriend?” He asked.

I smiled, “In here, Leon!” He turned towards the kitchen, and I waved at him from the window.

“I still can’t believe the two of you are dating” Hop said. Leon said something, which caused Hop to fake gag and then laugh.

It’s been what, 4 years that you two have been dating now?” The Boys’ mom asked as she rolled the dough for the tarts

“4 and a half, yeah”

“Are you two thinking of marriage at all?”

I laughed, “We’ve only lived together for 6 months.”

“So? Their father and I only lived together for 3 before he proposed”

“We’ll see. Right now, with all my champion stuff, the battle tower, and— a wedding might be a little too much” She took out the syrup covered fruit and I had to stop myself from gagging at the sickly-sweet smell.

“There’s my champion” I finally heard Leon walk into the kitchen.

“Technically I’m Galar’s champion” I joked.

“But you’re my girlfriend” He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me tightly against him. Placing his chin on my shoulder, he watched as I scooped the fruit into the prepared shells.

“Hey mom, why don’t you go out and have a drink, Y/N and I can finish up in here”

She hesitated, but at my nod, she smiled. She kissed both of us on the cheeks, “If you need any help, call me”

“Alright, so what are we doing?”

“Were you not paying attention?”

“Not really” I replied by booping a bit of whipped cream on his nose. He crossed his eyes to look at it and then tried to lick it off.

I couldn’t help but laugh, “Oh my gosh, you are so cute” I wiped it off on my finger and went to eat it, but instead, he brought my finger to his mouth and licked it off. My eyes went wide, and I swallowed thickly, that shouldn’t have turned me on the way it did… I’m blaming it on my hormones.

“Sweet” He said, leaning down to give me a peck on the lips “Just… like… you” He said between kisses to my cheek, my jaw and finally down my neck.  

“Leon, our families are—”

“They’re busy. They won’t care if we take a few minutes to ourselves” as he found a more sensitive spot on my neck, I let out a contented sigh and leaned back against him.

“Good girl” He whispered. I felt his big warm hands sneak under my shirt and going up towards my chest. I let out a quiet moan and I could feel his smile touching my neck.

“Quiet now darling. You don’t them hearing you now, do you?” His breath tickling my ear made me shiver. I shook my head and he hummed in appreciation, his hands finally reaching up and cupping my breasts. I fully leaned back on him and let him massage me.

“You just love me touching these don’t you?” He asked.

“You still can’t say the words boobs or any variation?” I teased.

He squeezed, making me jerk against him, “Stop it, I’m trying to be seductive here. Saying that word will only make me laugh and ruin the mood” He said.

I tried not to laugh, I really did, but a few giggles still managed to escape. Leon used retaliate and his hand shot down to cup my womanhood. I gasped as his fingers brushed my covered clit.

“I warned you” Is all he said before he slid his hand up my skirt, First he just rubbed the slit over my underwear, the fabric quickly absorbed the slickness that I had created, “Look at you, you’re already so wet for me”

“Leon” I whined softly.

“I know, darling, I know” He said and finally reached inside. His fingertips quickly found my clit and he gently moved them in the shape of an 8.

With one hand on my clitoris and the other on my breast, my legs started shaking and I knew I wouldn’t be able to last too long, not after the amount of time we spent apart.

“Leon, not here” I gasped out, grabbing his forearm.

“Come on, just one” He said. I turned to look at his face and he just brought me into a kiss. Little by little, I loosened my grip on his forearm and brought it up to his neck to try and deepen the kiss. He smiled into the kiss, taking that as a go ahead. He brought his fingers down, wetting them before pushing one in. I let out a gasp and he moaned.

“Do you feel how tight you are?” He whispered, thrusting his fingers. I let out a small moan and he softly shushed me, “Quiet darling,”

“Then stop teasing me” I replied.

“So, you’d rather I do this?” He asked and brought his attention back to my clit. My hips jerked in response and his fingers only quickened from there.

“Oh fuck, Leon” I moaned out, trying to keep my voice down.

“That’s right darling.” He praised, “Come for me and I’ll show you a champion time” He said. His quick rubbing gained a touch of roughness and his fingers caught the nerves just right. Within seconds, I jerked, a loud moan ripping itself out of me. Leon quickly covered my mouth with his, swallowing every other moan as he eased me through the orgasm.

“Everything alright in there?” Someone  asked from outside.

“Yes mom! Just tasted the fruit!” Leon started, bringing the fingers that were rubbing me into his mouth for a taste, “It’s so good!”

My eyes widened as he did that, “Leon! That’s—”

He rose an eyebrow, “Are you going to be the one to tell my mom that it was you I was tasting and not the fruit?”

I flushed, “No…”

“That’s what I thought” He said. He looked out and then back at me, “Looks like we have enough time before food’s ready. Wanna go upstairs?” He asked. I nodded so he grabbed my hand, leading me up to his bedroom.

“Can you believe it’s already been 4 years since you took my virginity in this room?” I asked as soon as he closed the door behind us.

“And what a wonderful night that was” He smiled fondly, probably reliving that night in his mind, “Does Hop still think you went for a walk that night?”

“No, as soon as we made it public, he put the pieces together. He refuses to even to come in here anymore” I said.

Leon, not expecting that answer, let out a snort, “Oh Arceus, he’s so innocent. I love him”

It was my turn to laugh, “He’s anything but innocent”

“Wait, He’s already slept with someone?” He asked.

“He did, but I’m not allowed to tell, Best Friend’s honor”

“It was Marnie wasn’t it?” He asked. I shook my head with a frown. Marnie was way too deep in her one-sided crush on Bea.

“Enough about Hop getting laid, I thought I was the one getting laid” I tried changing the subject and if Leon’s dilating pupils were anything to go by, it worked.

“You’re completely right” He said. The next sound in the room was a squeal as he picked me up, throwing me on the bed. I let out a small giggle and watched him unclip his cape. He dropped it on the ground before reaching for the hem of his shirt.

“Do I get a show?” I teased.

He smiled and with a wink, took off his shirt. I couldn’t help but bite my lip. All that training really does pay off. I almost had to check my mouth for drool. But then he just started doing the running man. I had to start laughing.

“You big dork, just come here”

It took two more tries before he finally stopped his horrible dancing and actually got into the bed, “You always look stunning” He said looking down at me.

“Stop being such a dork and come fuck me”

“With pleasure” He said. He repositioned himself near my lower half and pushed my skirt up. He looked up at me and with my permission, he dove in.

I moaned as his tongue reached my clit and I instantly grabbed the sheets as I arched my back, lifting my hips off the bed. He forcefully pushed my hips back down and lapped up at my folds like a man starved. I bit down on my arm as I tried not to moan too loud. My other hand was tangled into his hair, tugging at it every once in a while, but as much as I loved it, that’s not what I needed right now.

"Please Leon I need you. Please stop teasing!" I begged. I wasn't above begging right now. Not when I'm this desperate.

"What do you want babe?" He said, thrusting his fingers in and out of me at a quicker pace.

"I want you to fuck me. Ruin me. Please Lee!" I exclaimed. He pulled his fingers out of me and I gave a small whine at the emptiness. I watched lustfully as he dropped his bottoms, and his dick arose to its full length.

My mouth watered at the sight.

He crawled back on the bed and pulled me to him. He grabbed one of my hands and pinned it beside my head, intertwining our fingers while the other hand placed his length at my entrance. My hips trying to move towards him. He seemed to understand the desperation and he pushed in. I cried in pleasure and relief at the same time; the stretch was euphoric. He stayed for a moment before he started to move.

“Lee!” I moaned softly.

“Quiet Darling, you don’t want them to hear you, do you?” He gestured to the open window. I could faintly hear the chatter and the cooking that was happening outside. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold in my sounds for too much longer, so I grabbed the first thing I could…

It just so happened to be a pillow. Not my first choice as a muffler, but it was going to have to do. As his thrusts gained both speed and strength, I bit down on the pillow.

"Leon!" I moaned into the pillow as he started rubbing my clit. I could feel my orgasm coming quickly and he could too. He slowed down and grabbed my other hand, pinning it over my head just like the other one.

With the lack of stimulation, the edge of orgasm disappeared.  

“Not yet, Darling,” Once he was sure I wasn’t going to finish too quickly, he resumed rhythm. The pleasure was slowly taking over my brain, it was hard to concentrate on anything else. He found my sensitive spot and started thrusting against it at full force.

My muffled moans turned into muffled pleas and they were about to become a muffled scream. I was so close. All I needed was a little push. I could feel that Leon was close too.

"Do it Leon!" I moaned out helplessly, “Make me cum.”

His focus went back to my clit, but this time, the thrusting and the rubbing, my orgasm hit me full force. My walls fluttered against his member and he let out a shuttered breath.

His thrusts got erratic before he stilled, emptying himself, He then collapsed against me and after a few minutes, he rolled off. He was panting, and he had his eyes closed.

I bit my lip as an idea crossed my mind. I crawled over him. I grabbed his member and started stroking it. He groaned, opening his eyes. Tentatively, I leaned forward and brought the tip into my mouth. I did taste a mix of myself and him, but it didn’t bother me, I was more focused on his low moans.

“Dear Arceus, that’s good,” He wrapped my hair around his hand and pulled. I did what I could. I made sure all parts we touched with different techniques, kiss, suck or lick. When his legs started shaking, I pulled away from him but kept slowly stroking him.

“Always got something for me huh?” I asked cheekily. He was about to burst. I moved my hand to the base and sucked the tip into my mouth again. He moaned my name as he shot his load and I swallowed what I could. I sat up and stroked him a few more times, letting him slowly come down from his high. I got out of the bed, wincing at the slight pain in my hips.

“We should probably go back soon, or else they’ll start questioning us,” I said. I leaned down, ignoring the whistle and threw him his clothes before grabbing mine.

“Yeah” He sighed, and looked out the window, “I think Charizard is getting a little restless”

“Food’s ready!” We heard his mom call out.

“Just on time” Leon said. He quickly got dressed.

“Go on, I’ll be there soon. Save me a seat” I said. With one last kiss, he was out of the room and I was left with a pleasurable ache. I quickly got dressed and walked over to his dresser. I opened the sock drawer and grabbed the plastic bag with the pregnancy test with the little plus staring at me.

Now there was only one thing to do. Tell everyone the good news.

[whumpzone]

Linden & Colton - 18

(masterpost)

and so the slow process begins

CW: pet whump, dehumanisation, discussions of intelligence

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Pet- Colton, Colton didn’t realise he’d been asleep until he woke up. He had dreamt of nothing. How he had slept after the stress of yesterday was beyond him.

He suddenly saw Master in his room, a place he’d never been before, stood in the corner waiting for him to wake up and face his punishment. He cried out, pulling himself up and raising his hands protectively.

But-

He blinked. It was a shadow. The gap between the old wardrobe and the wall. Tall, thin, quiet. Just like Master. But Col was alone and he let out a long breath.

Master had probably heard him yell, though. He’d be here soon. So Col wasted no time and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He turned back to tuck his little teddy bear Chu under the covers, where Colton felt it was safe, and headed out into the corridor. Here, he was fair game. He didn’t know why Master never entered his room, but he had stuck to it vigilantly so far. It only made Col feel more aware of his own vulnerability as soon as he stepped through the door.

Master was downstairs, doing a puzzle in the local newspaper, and he looked up as Colton approached. His face brightened into a smile, the biggest he’d ever seen. Master never smiled like that. Col had to fight against the urge to freeze or drop to his knees.

“Good morning, Col,” he said, showing all of his teeth.

Oh, god. Master wanted him to reply. He wanted words, now. He finally knew that Col had been hiding them all this time, and he wanted to delve in, find out how he could twist them and use them to stroke his own ego and entrench his slave’s subordination.

Or perhaps he just wanted to hear his Pet wish him a good morning for the first time. Stop fucking overthinking.

“Good morning,” he ducked his head in reverence, “Master.”

“Wow. I still can’t believe you can speak. I’m so- I’m so proud of you, Col.”

What? Why? “…Please forgive me for not speaking sooner.”

“It’s my fault,” he sighed, which made Col tense up even more. “I just- wow. Where to start? Well, come, sit, have breakfast with me. Cereal?”

He gestured at the box already on the table. Colton obediently sat and took it in his hand with almost no trouble. Master noticed, and nodded happily. He was certainly pleased. It still made Col very uneasy, but he did seem to be doing something right.

He had never heard Master speak in such an excited tone, before. But he was silent while Pet- Col- ugh- made himself his breakfast. He could feel Master’s eyes on him. He was allowed to take the first bite, and then the interrogation began. It was obvious Master had a lot of questions.

“So- okay, first, what made you speak, yesterday? I never asked.”

Colton chewed and swallowed. It helped his throat feel a little smoother, although it was still very rough from disuse. His voice was small and unsure. “You… I saw- I saw Jaffa. At the bottom of the stairs. But I didn’t mean to- I’m n-not accusing you of anything, I know you wouldn’t hurt her I just, I wasn’t sure if you had… seen her, Master.”

He flicked his eyes up to Master, to gage his response. He had just accused Master of being a bad pet owner. Of being neglectful of Jaffa. Master seemed to parse this information, and then smiled.

“She does blend in, doesn’t she? Too bloody well sometimes. I’m so glad you stopped me. And that was so, so kind of you Col. Well done.”

He just nodded, and turned his face away. He supposed…. Master saw it as him looking out for Jaffa, rather than undermining his intelligence. That was a lucky escape for him. He knew that with his old master, any sign of insubordination would have been swiftly beaten out of him.

“Colton,” Col looked up. Master looked scary. Why was he smiling that like? What was he thinking? Col didn’t feel any closer to understanding him. “I know this is new, and I know you’ve not spoken in months. I won’t make you do loads of it, okay? We can take it slowly.”

“Thank you, Master,” he hazarded, although he didn’t see why Master hadn’t just forced him to speak from day one, if he wanted it this badly.

“God, but it makes me realise, I know so little about you. And now- I can ask. And if you want, you can reply. I’m really happy.”

“There’s nothing to know, Master. I’m just a Pet,” he mumbled. The spoon faltered in his hand. Cutlery was still a challenge.

“I know you’ve got a busy brain in there,” Master pointed a slender finger at his slave’s head, to emphasise his point. “I know you’re bursting with thoughts and ideas.”

This made Col look up, properly. An accusation like that came with dire consequences. “No, n-n-no, I’m not, I promise, I exist to serve o-only, I’m just a dumb Pet. Yours to use as you please.” Spoken exactly as his old master had taught him. Well- he would have been belted for stammering. He was out of practice.

Should he kneel? Well, yes, he should, but was it right, when he knew Master liked him on the furniture? But, god, he had to prove his point, he couldn’t let Master think he was starting to rebel, or forget his place.

Bitterly, he thought about how he knew this would happen. This was why Pets didn’t speak.

“Whoa, okay, it’s okay. I didn’t mean to scare you. I just meant- you’re not stupid, are you? I can tell. And that’s a good thing.”

Col just stared at his hands. He wanted to pause time, step out of his body, and float away. Somewhere without any questions, or expectations, or constant riddles. He was stupid. He knew that much.

Master’s voice brought him back to reality. Glancing at him, Col saw his smile had grown even bigger. His skin prickled.

“I think you’re Welsh.”

“M-Master?”

“You definitely are. You’ve got an accent. You’re Welsh, Col. Wow, now I’m kind of sad. Like, how on earth did you end up here?”

What was he implying? “I’ve… always been a Pet,” Col tried, but it was clear he didn’t believe himself, and from the way Master’s eyebrow slowly raised, he didn’t believe him either.

Colton had always been dimly aware that there was an other him, who had taken up the before-time. He was the one whom his old master had had to train so effectively, he was the one who had all the bad thoughts and urges. Col knew he didn’t start as a Pet. Or else his old master wouldn’t have had to torture him like that for so long.

He was a ghost in Colton’s brain, and Col didn’t know if he was locked away or completely dead. Were parts of him still hiding somewhere, curled up in a place that old master couldn’t ever reach? Or had he been completely laid out and hacked to pieces, until only Col remained. Thinking about it made him want to burst into tears. Some nights, when his mind was loosened by sleep, he felt like he missed him so much.

. . .

Linden didn’t push it. He knew most Pets didn’t retain any memories from before their conditioning. He shouldn’t have asked, really. Just… the realisation that Col had a background, he had lived before becoming the trembling man before him, made Linden ache.

He still wanted to curl up whenever he thought about how long he left it before he realised Col could speak. He hadn’t wanted to push him, there were a myriad of ways he could have been made permanently mute, and he had pretty much fallen into a routine at this point. But the knowledge that all this time, Col was patiently waiting for the chance to talk, probably wondering why Linden wouldn’t let him- oh, christ. He was so embarrassed and ashamed.

He suddenly had so many questions all on the tip of his tongue, that he couldn’t think where to start. He also really didn’t want to bombard the poor boy. But still… just a few, surely, wouldn’t hurt?

“So obviously I’ve named you Colton, but, if you actually do have a name, please tell me. We can use that one instead.”

Colton shook his head. “My name before was- was Pet.”

“Pet?”

“Yes, Master. Or bitch, or, um, mutt. Or toy.”

He hid it well, but Linden could see the shame in Col’s face. At least that meant he realised how fucked up it was.

“Those aren’t fu- those aren’t names,” he growled. “That’s just plain cruel. You don’t deserve that. Do you like being Colton? It’s not too late to choose another name for yourself, love.”

Col waited until he had swallowed down another spoonful of cereal before he spoke. That seemed good, to Linden. He didn’t feel pressured to reply immediately.

“Colton is a nice name, Master. It’s not my place to have likes or dislikes but I, uh, I am happy with it.”

Another quick glance at his face. Linden was getting used to them by now. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Jaffa rolling around.

“Likes, dislikes, they’re fine. Don’t worry about that. But if you like the name, then it’s yours until you say otherwise. Oh, and- don’t worry about calling me Master. Honestly.”

Col stopped chewing, his shoulders hunching up suddenly. “I’m sorry, M-, uh, sir, sorry. I didn’t realise I shouldn’t, I’m sorry, I know- know that’s not an excuse. I’m sorry.”

“Hey, it’s okay, it’s okay,” he soothed. Sir was fine, he decided. From the way Colton had panicked, he didn’t want to push it any further. “You didn’t know.”

“Thank you, I’m- I’m sorry, sir.”

“You’re fine, you’re good. You’re doing great with talking, Col. I’ll put the kettle on.”

He had long learnt to pick his battles. Hearing Colton talk about being a toy to be used made him fucking sick, but he could tell that sentiment was deeply, deeply ingrained. He knew a recital when he heard one. Those weren’t his words. They were a tiny window into whoever had fucked him up like this.

. . .

Master was sir now, when Colton spoke. Col could learn that. But it didn’t change anything, right? Master still wanted him, didn’t he?

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