#// and the both rough and protective way of the big hand or the wolf in this case

[shiroi---kumo]

@kazeofthemagun

Hand doodles in different flavors of intimacy~ hehe

[bandgie]

Just Once - Say Yes

werewolf!Chan x fem!reader

warnings! MDNI 18+, biting, very slight blood mentions, PIV, no protection, rut, knotting, fingering, nipple play, reader says it hurts once, breeding mentions, monsterfucking? (I could have done more)

notes! you know im down bad when I get wet from just seeing images of chan like what the fuck?

2.5k words

Chan knows he’s not supposed to be here, yet, that’s exactly where he is. It’s almost as if he’s not in control of his body and in a way he’s not. Your scent fills his nose even through the shut door of your bedroom. You’re sleeping, he figures. He can hear your steady, slow breaths and the gentle snores. 

His feet are planted, head resting on the wooden door as he groans. Chan wants so desperately to wake you up. To softly knock on your door until you answer in the dead of the night. Maybe seeing you will satiate his thirst. Just a glance at your figure can help him - it will be enough, but he’s not thinking rationally right now. He can’t. Not when his rut is at an all-time high. Chan is on top of his suppressors, but his breeding period and the full moon makes for an unbearable combo. 

He knows you will answer no matter how late it is. Chan can easily imagine you opening the door, dazed and confused. He would tell you he’s having a hard time by himself, tell you that he desperately needs your help.

Or maybe he wouldn’t say anything at all. He could just grab your plush hips and pull you into a kiss. Maybe you’d mumble sleepy questions, squeak when his hands find the fat of your ass, but you’d let him. He knows you would. 

That’s why he has to leave. Now. His cock throbs just thinking about how pliant you are for him. He tells himself that he’ll be satisfied with his hand or his fleshight which makes a shitty substitute. Chan knows breeding a human during such an intense time would be too much, too rough for them. As much as his body and wolf beg for you, that sliver of humanity is intact.

So he whines, quiet and high. Chan wills his legs to move, stepping back until he’s no longer pressed against your door. The floorboards creak under his feet with every step. He swears they’re telling him to go back, to bang on your door and pump you until he’s sure you’re knocked up. He really has lost it, convinced that the wood beneath is telling him to screw you.

Unbelievable. 

He’s too busy laughing and fighting with himself to hear you slip out of bed. Chan misses your quiet feet treading to your bedroom door, slowly opening it as you adjust your eyes in the dark. 

“Channie?”

The floorboards must be cursed to sound like you or maybe his rut is just that bad. He tried to brush off your call as him going insane, but the hair on his neck stands and the smell of you is so much stronger. Chan doesn’t want to turn around for your sake. His composure will break and he doesn’t want to imagine what you look like right now. 

“What are you doing out here?” You sound so tired barely coming out of your slumber. Chan doesn’t sense any fear from you, not even worry. You’re far too sleepy to feel anything beyond confusion. The trust you have for your lover, even if he is half beast, is endearing. It makes his heart swell and his stomach turn. He can’t tell if your love for him is naive or pure. Perhaps both.

He’s going to tell you that he’s okay. He just had a bad dream and needed to walk around the house for a bit. It’s not uncommon to see your boyfriend wandering the house late at night; you know how difficult it is for him to sleep. Chan was going to tell you, but he felt your hand wrap around his bicep. You gently tug him until he faces you and what a mistake that is. You’re dressed in a shirt much too big for you, his shirt. It barely goes past your ass and your pebbled nipples poke through the fabric. Your eyes are squinted, lips swollen from sleep. Chan’s eyes are captivated by your human beauty when you say, “Channie, is everything okay?”

No, everything is not okay. Chan’s been fucking into his hand for hours pretending it’s you - he’s knotted into his toy countless times. When he did get the stupid courage to go to your door, he backed away. It’s even worse now his cock is leaking being so close to you.

You should have stayed sleeping.

His strong arms wrap around your torso, pulling you in. There’s no time to question him when Chan presses his lips against yours. Your lover is usually gentle during kisses. He takes time to cup your cheek, to tilt his head so your mouths can better align. If he was really into it, he would suck on your bottom lip only to bite it until you gasped.

He doesn’t kiss you like that now, not even in the slightest. His hands cup your ass just as he imagined. They knead and dig into your flesh, pressing you flush against his crotch. His lips are rough and messy. Your teeth clash almost animalistically and he hears you whine into the kiss. Chan can’t tell if you're whining due to the neediness from his mouth or cock. He knows you can feel his stiffness against your leg. 

Your dainty hands find his chest to gently push at it. Chan’s usually good at reading the room, knowing what to do and when to do it. But this isn’t your Channie. He can’t even feel your fists when he keeps shoving his tongue down your throat. The taste of you is addicting. All he wants to do is feel you from the inside out. To have every part of him connected with you in the most primal way. 

It’s not until you whimper again that he notices. Chan sucks harshly on your tongue before he pulls away with a string of saliva connecting your mouths. His eyes are dazed when he looks at your features. Your face is flushed and your eyes are wide. If you were still asleep before, you’re wide awake now. Chan can tell you’re trying to come up with what to say, but you already know. You can feel his boner on your thigh, you can see the glow in his eyes, and the fact that his body seems thicker, denser. Chan has only let you see him during the end of his rut. He’ll lock himself in his room for days until he’s ready to socialize. You could always hear him on the other side though. How the slick sounds of whatever he’s using are surely filled with cum. If you pressed your ear against the frame, you could hear him softly calling out your name. You wanted to see him so bad. No matter how many times you asked, Chan would turn you down. It’s too dangerous, he’d said. I don't want to hurt you.

But that Chan is nowhere to be found. Instead, you’re faced with the very wolf he’s tried so desperately to keep you from. 

“Sorry,” he already knows what trouble you’ll be in tonight. “Hurts so bad. I can’t take it.” Chan grinds his cock to show you. “Just one knot. Just one I promise.” Ah, a promise. You both know how much Chan loves keeping his promises, but this is one he doesn’t know you’re hoping he’ll break. 

He doesn’t even know why he’s asking. He doesn’t think stopping is possible at this point, but he’d try. Chan is already trying to ignore how his lips ache for yours and stop thinking about how perfectly your body molds into his, but you hold on to him tighter. 

Chan doesn’t hear you say yes with how loud his blood drums in his ears, but he does see you nod. The sultry look in your eyes will do you more harm than good. He doesn't ask twice, doesn’t think twice. He smashes his lips against yours again, walking you back to your room without caring how you trip over your own feet. 

You feel the bed on the back of your knees and Chan rips himself from the kiss. He pushes you on the mattress, quickly crawling over you as one of his hands lifts the shirt to your shoulder. You gasp at how quickly he’s moving. His hot mouth is already latched onto your nipple while his hand dips past your underwear. 

By some magic, you’re already wet. Chan only plays with your clit for seconds before dripping his thick fingers into your heat. Squeals and wet pumps fill the room. Your back arches when he bites on your nipple, tugging the bud and letting go before doing it all over again. Bruises are already forming on your breast and Chan is eager to make your other match. His slick fingers pull from your pussy to tug your underwear down instead.

Your panties hang from one ankle, legs wide as Chan settles between them. The entrance of your cunt slightly gapes from his fingers. No time is wasted as he shrugs his boxers off, eyes never leaving your core. You almost want to close your legs from his staring, but you would miss the view of his cock springing free. 

“Oh shit,” you gawk at his size. Chan’s always been thick, a fat head that always stretches you out just right. But this - this is massive. His rut must make everything bigger. Even the knot that sits at the base of his cock seems triple in size. “Channie, I don’t think- there’s no way in hell you can fit.”

But he’s already stroking himself. Your worries fall on deaf ears when his fat tip touches your clit. He moans at the feeling of your lips around him. He presses his cock so that it grinds against your flesh hard. Your mouth falls open, gaze dropping so you can see him rock against your pussy. 

You think you could cum just like this. His engorged cock provides the perfect veins and ridges for stimulation. Still, your cunt clenches pathetically around nothing. Curiosity is a dangerous thing. It makes you think about what it would feel like to have his raw cock in you. Chan can tell you’re ready for it when you start grinding back, tilting your hips so his tip catches your entrance. 

It’s going to fit - he’ll make sure. Even if you cry and beg for him to slow down, he knows your body will break for him.

And it does just that with the first intrusion. The swell of his cock easily slides into you with a few inches following before he meets the inevitable resistance of your tight cunt. You whine, hands finding purchase on the pillow beneath you. It doesn't hurt, not in the slightest, but you can feel the pressure. Your walls clench and squeeze his girth until he forces himself to pull an inch out.

“Baby, shit,” he breathes. Chan attempts to gain composure through controlled inhales and exhales. “Why are you always so tight?”

Before you can even think about answering his rhetorical question, he thrusts himself deeper. Chan follows his breath, using his airflow as a metronome. In, out, in, out. Deeper, inch by inch, before he sees his knot come to contact with your cunt. 

He’s trying, really trying not to just pin your hands down by your sides and fuck his hips into you. Instead, he keeps his hands at your thighs, but he’s not sure if that’s any better. Chan’s claws dig into your tender flesh leaving marks that nearly split your skin. It must hurt with how hard he’s gripping you but your eyes roll to the back of your head with every thrust. 

Just like he thought, you’re so good to him. Even with your pretty whines and whimpers, you’re still such a good girl for your Channie.

Such a good girl.

It gets to him: your flushed cheeks, your bouncing tits, the moans that tumble from your swollen lips, and how your hands have moved from the pillow to try and grasp onto him instead. You must want more, he reasons. You must with the cream he sees coating his length every time he pulls out. You must with how you’re chanting his name, nearly sobbing it. 

You must with how you make his knot ache, begging to already shove its way inside you and spill. 

Chan can imagine it, he can taste it. It’s such a strong need that he growls, his sharp canines showing from his lips pulled back into an animalistic snarl. Saliva drips down his teeth when he thinks about biting you. Leaving marks on your neck that will only help hold you down while his knot finds its place in your womb. You hardly notice the droll seeping your tummy, too caught up with how harshly Chan is fucking into you.

You do, however, feel how his hips change pace. They get harder, sloppier as if he’s trying to shove that god-forsaken knot into you. 

“Channie!” It’s half-panicked and half-breathless. “Wait! That’s not - hng! I can’t-”

“You can,” he snarls. “And I will.”

Now you can see his teeth that clamp down so hard that his drool is tinted with pink. This is the first time you’ve seen him for what he truly is - a beast. A monster in its purest form with eyes that seem to glow, pitch-black nails that will surely leave marks for weeks, and canines you know can shred you in a second. 

Even with all of that, you know that this man - this wolf - is Channie. Your Channie.

So you don’t whine against him anymore. You don’t try to escape him when he lays his head in between your shoulder and neck to sink his teeth into. You embrace the bite, fully expecting unbearable pain, but instead, it’s blinded by the stretch of his knot in you.

Pleasure and pain intertwine, unable to separate from each other when Chan completely surrounds you. But your body reacts before your brain can. You let out a yelp and scratch your dull nails down his sculpted back. Chan moans into your neck at the feeling, shoving his hips impossibly deeper just to feel you do it again. 

“Sh-shit! Channie! Hurts…” but he doesn’t see your eyes roll to the back of your head at the feeling of his seed pumping into you. 

Chan doesn’t reply, can’t reply with how he’s pulled his teeth from you and begun licking your wounds. But he knows. His balls tense and release with every spurt of cum he gives you and you whimper with every pump. 

He’ll apologize in the morning; pamper you and make sure that you’re well rested. He’ll make sure to take care of you real good, especially with the chance of you giving him pups. 

Fuck. He can’t think like that. His cock jumps at the thought and he swears his knot swells all over again. Chan inhales your human scent, reminding him that you’re his priority no matter how much his rut makes him needy to breed. But even in his frenzy state, he doesn’t dare to tell you knotting can last up to 30 minutes.

[devotedfem]

→ The wolf and the lamb

Synopsis: You went to the countryside to visit your aunt, a place with old churches, traditional people throwing you nasty looks, rural houses, and a murderer slashing people. The fact that the sheriffs do nothing doesn’t worry you as much as the heavy gaze you feel on you from your aunt’s barn. Someone was preying on you, and you were scared of being eaten by a wolf, one with a bloodied ax.

J. Jungkook x f. reader.

Genre: Slasher au | Southern horror | yandere.

2.1K words.

Tags: Slasher Jungkook, rural america, naive reader, murder, serial killer, psychological terror, yander-ish, infatuated Jungkook, threats, farms, Dubious consent, very dubious so read with caution, fear kink, overstimulation, drachyphilia, crying during sex, Jk's a bit of sadist.

“Aunty!” you called at the front porch of your aunt’s old house.

You had to come to her farm because she got severely ill and you were her only family.

“My y/n,” she greets you with a warm hug and a sweet smile, you missed her so much.

You spent your holidays in your aunt’s farm when you were a little kid, but then you never came back after your mother passed away, because this place brings you memories you weren’t ready to bear.

The town frightened you now that you’re an adult, when you were a child you never got out of the farm, and you feel grateful for that. The country was a bit depressing, and there’s a serial killer slashing people and the cops still haven’t catch him. You tried to convince your aunt to go to your house in the city instead, but she refused, she’s too attached to the farm.

On the way here, an old couple watched you with suspicion and outrage, first because they were very wary of new people thanks to the murderer’s situation, and second, because you dressed different from them. People here are very traditional, you counted six old churches on your way to your aunt’s farm.

“Dear why don’t you help me with the animals in the barn?” You nodded at her. After all she was too weak to keep doing her duties in the farm.

But while you were feeding the animals and cleaning the barn, you felt a heavy gaze on your back. You frowned confused as why your aunt is out there when she should rest.

You didn’t tear your gaze from the animals though, but your worry growth when you listened to slow and large steps behind you.

“Aunty go back to rest. Don’t you trust me with your babies?” You teased a little, knowing how protective she is with her animals.

But you didn’t receive a response, not even a chuckle from your aunt. You felt a presence on your back, a piercing stare all over your body. It was a bit unnerving the silence between you both, it never happened before, and you were too occupied feeding the pigs, until you stopped at hearing steps coming closer to you, heavy and slow steps, too large to be from your aunt.

Your heart fell to your stomach at the realization, who was behind you? And why didn’t they say something?

A hot breath brushed the back of your neck, and you gasped, ready to turn around and insult whoever invaded your personal space but big hands grabbed your waist to stop your movements.

“Still.” He warned you with a low and hoarse voice, with his hot breath brushing your ear. And you did stay still, freeze by fear with your heart beating wildly against your ribcage.

A hand climbed slowly to your body, exploring the skin of your belly under your shirt. And you felt frightened, angry and violated.

“Don’t touch me! HELP!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, but a large hand covering your mouth stopped your screams and sobs. The man behind you hissed with anger.

“Fucking scream like that again and I’ll choke you and your aunt to death,” he snarled in your ear, making you tremble and cry harder. You nod quickly, trying to swallow your sobs.

But he didn’t move his hand away from your mouth, he brushed your bottom lip with his thumb instead. His hand was big and veiny, and the skin felt rough telling you he labors with them.

“I’ll visit you tonight again, just to talk,” he said mouthing your neck very slowly, awaking chills on you, “and you better not tell a soul about it, because then I won’t be nice to you. So be good, and wait for me, city girl.” The mock went disregarded when you felt his tongue lapping your neck and jaw like a starving dog. Bill rose to your throat at the feeling.

But before you throw out, he disappears from your back. Leaving you alone and with weak knees, frightened by his dark promise of coming back for you. What the fuck will you do now?

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You were sitting on the bed in front of the window, watching the dark barn from afar and how the trees dance with the wind in the darkness of the night.

It was so dark outside that you could only discern lines and forms, making everything more terrifying to you. But despite that, you can’t break your gaze from the window and the damn barn. You just couldn’t.

Your childhood bedroom, where you spent your holidays as a kid, was barely illuminated by the bedside lamp. Everything in the room was pink, your sheets, closet, frames, walls and the dresses of your dolls. A lump was deep in your throat, you’re trying not to break down in tears, not because you were scared of the psycho that touched you today, but because you’re back again in the bedroom your mom decorated for you.

You remember those days where you two laughed painting the walls pink, and how she would stain the tip of your nose with paint. That memory was enough to wreck you.

You wanted to run away from this farm for many reasons, but your aunt was getting worse, you could tell by her endless and bloodied coughs. You were worry sick for her, so you have no other choice but to stay here with her.

You sighed deep, closing your eyes and stroking your temples. Even if you glued your eyeballs to the window, you couldn’t stop that psycho from coming for you, so you better try to rest at least. As long as he doesn’t try to hurt your aunt, you didn’t really care.

You turned off your bedside lamp and throw yourself to the childish bed. Your eyes fluttered with sleep.

You only remember moving around a lot on the bed, with nightmares after nightmares, with your locks sticking to your forehead by sweat.

Until you felt him.

His fingers put away some of your locks from your forehead, feeling the sweat of your skin.

Your heart stopped beating by primal fear, you kept your eyes closed, scared of making a movement that could disturb the beast above you.

His fingers roam down to your neck, wrapping it softly with his hand, making your heart beat wild against your pulse. And he felt it, because you heard a dark chuckle from above.

“Stop pretending, silly girl.” His husky voice felt lightheartedly to you, and that fact woke chills in your body. Was he amused by the fact of terrifying you?

You blinked your eyes open slowly, gulping your fears down.

And you regretted it immediately.

He was wearing an overall with stains of blood all over it. And he was grinning down at you wide, with his lip piercings shinning by the moonlight coming from the window.

Your eyes tear up, expecting the worst. He came here to kill you.

“Please,” you choked out, not knowing of what you’re begging for.

He shushed you gently, rubbing your cheek and then your bottom lip, he seemed to like that part of your face.

“Don’t worry, I promise it won’t hurt.” The last word only made you whimper by fear, swallowing your tears away.

“No no, don’t kill me please.” Your strangled plea made him stop quickly.

He tilted his head to the side, watching you with curiosity and amusement.

“I don’t like to break my toys, even less killing them,” he said with a straight face and matter-of-fact. As if you’re being the unreasonable one.

You wanted to laugh with bitterness and tell him that you’re not a fucking toy, but you bit your tongue.

He broke his piercing gaze from you to watch his surroundings.

“Aren’t you a little big for a room like this?” He asked frowning with genuine confusion, and this time you couldn’t help to laugh at him. He turned his eyes quickly towards you, returning your smile.

“This was… my childhood bedroom,” you whispered, not sure if it was okay to share such an intimate information to a stranger that is a killer, but at this point it doesn’t matter.

He only hummed, stroking your hair again, with his gaze fixed on your lips. Your stomach sank with dread, thinking in any excuse to distract him from touching you.

“You’re being gentler than this afternoon,” you said carefully, watching how his gaze broke from your lips to your eyes.

“I was busy,” his voice turned cold, and his eyes lost the spark from seconds ago.

You fucked it up, didn’t you? But you chose his colder shoulder rather than his touch on your body.

“Right,” you said back, averting your eyes to the open window.

He follows your gaze.

“Don’t even think about it,” he warned darkly, his low voice dropping an octave, making chills running your body. You didn’t dare to meet his eyes.

You watched the clouds hiding the moon outside your window, until a hand turned your chin roughly towards the man above you.

“Look at me!” his strident voice and crazed eyes startled you. He didn’t like to be ignored.

“Sorry,” you murmured between teeth trying to sound apologetic, but the flames of anger were rising to your chest. You wanted to punch him to death.

His sharpened expression softens quickly. He has pretty doe eyes that hold some kind of innocence, he would’ve fool you if it weren’t for his bloodied clothes.

His hands started to roam your body from your neck to your chest, without breaking his piercing gaze from your own. Your stomach turned sick at his heavy touch on your body, he was feeling your curves, stroking softly the fabric that covers your breasts, making your breath hitch. Something heavy and dark clouded his eyes at your breathy sounds, wrapping your small breasts between his palms and rubbing your perky nipples with his fingers.

Your breath turned erratic, you were fighting your own biological reactions towards a murderer’s touch, and it was hard to swallow your sounds, to pretend you didn’t like it. You hated feeling like this, betrayed by your own body. Tears bundle at the corner of your eyes, feeling sick with yourself.

But you have to survive, and if that means you have to endure his touch so it be.

He draws near your body, grabbing both of your wrist above your head with one hand. His nose roam under your jaw to your neck, lapping the skin with his tongue like a thirsty dog. He liked to do that, you noticed with dread.

You closed your eyes and evened your breath, your belly turns hot with knots by his tongue tasting your skin, but your stomach turns with disgust. The confusing feelings fucking your mind up.

His breath turned shallow and heavy on your neck, wrapping it like a second skin. He was more affected than you.

And then, he left your skin abruptly, getting away from your body and making you blink and frown with disorientation.

You met his darkened and heavy gaze before he undressed you roughly and desperately, making you let out a high-pitched sound of surprise.

His nostril flared by the sight of your nude body, making you feel self-conscious. You tried to cover your breasts but his rough hands stopped you, he frowned almost looking angry at you. And then he undressed himself quickly, his bloodied overall falling to the floor. You were in a daze looking at his muscles until he grabbed you behind the knees, resting your legs on his shoulders and opening you completely before him.

Your face flushed and your throat lump. This was happening way too fast for your liking.

You whimpered loudly when you felt his tip opening your entrance, your eyes tearing up by pain. He didn’t prep you and he was big.

He stroked softly your cheeks, soothing you. He left pepper kisses on your nose and lips, distracting you before bottoming you, making you gasp and whine with pain and pleasure. Your tears stream down your eyes, and he licked them groaning.

His thrusts were way too rough, making you bounce up and down on the mattress. You were like a rag doll under him, his perfect toy. You wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling his sweaty chest against yours.

You only closed your eyes waiting for this to end and be free from his grasp and heavy eyes.

His moans sounded guttural, and his breaths were shallow against your ear. You came first, sobbing and whining on his ear, and he came after you.

Your limbs dropped dead on the mattress, your gaze was empty and fixed on the ceiling of your room, waiting for him to go and leave you there, processing what just happened. But his face appeared above your face, making himself the center of your attention.

And in that moment, you realized with deep and frightening dread, that you have no escape from him. You were trapped, figuratively and literally.

[thriftedtchotchkes]

take all of me

pairing: josh futturman x f!reader

summary: when a messy time jump leaves josh with a brand new body part, the only person he wants to show is you

warnings: 18+ MDNI, roommate!reader, friends to lovers, dick swap, smut, handjob, f!masturbation, unprotected piv, rough/painful sex, size kink, mild body insecurity, comfort

words: 4k

@tinycozycomfort this one's for you pookie <3

“You have to see this.”

The front door slams, and then your roommate waddles into the living room looking so excited, you'd think he just won the lottery. You laugh at his dramatic entrance after the initial shock subsides, not bothering to pause the TV behind him.

Josh bursting into rooms at random happens more often than it probably should, usually to announce a breakthrough in his game or gossip he heard at work. But as you wait for him to share his big news, you notice there's something off about him.

He's jittery as hell and standing awkwardly like he really has to use the bathroom. His legs are spread a little too far apart, and his hands are clasped tightly in front of his crotch like he's either protecting himself or hiding something. You're pretty sure he was out doing resistance stuff all day—and that's when it hits you.

Whatever he's itching to tell you has Tiger and Wolf written all over it, and that can't be good. Your smile drops and you raise an eyebrow expectantly, silently demanding an explanation, but he just continues to stand there with that goofy look on his face.

So, he's going to make you ask. Dumbass.

"Uh, you gonna show me or are you gonna keep blocking the TV?" you ask bluntly. He grins brightly at your interest, and your expression softens.

"Both. You're not gonna believe this," he says, suddenly fumbling with his belt and unzipping his pants. Before you can object or react at all, he tugs down his jeans and boxers in one fell swoop.

Your jaw drops. "What the fuck is that?"

He's right. You can't believe it. The monstrosity hanging between his legs definitely wasn't there when he left the house, or at the very least, it didn't look anything like that last time you saw it. Not that he walks around the apartment with his dick out, but living together, you see each other naked now and then, and that's...new.

"How the hell—did you get a penis enlargement or something?" you openly gawk, trying to wrap your head around what he's showing you. Josh's dick is massive, almost too big to fit his body.

Huffing out an awkward laugh, he moves to cover himself again, likely embarrassed by your reaction. You immediately feel terrible. You didn't mean to make him feel bad. There's just no way you could've seen that coming.

"The TTD is sort of...broken," he explains timidly. "The last time we jumped, it swapped a few body parts between the three of us. A couple toes, a finger—"

"A dick? That's Wolf's dick? Holy shit."

He nods excitedly, perking back up. "I know, right? It's crazy. One second, we're in James fucking Cameron's house and everything's going haywire, and then we're back in 2017, and suddenly my pants don't fit. How does he even walk around with this thing?"

You scooch forward on the couch to get a better look, oddly captivated. "I think you're about to find out since it's yours now."

Abruptly, his face goes blank like he's just realizing he might be stuck with Wolf's dick forever. You can't tell if he's happy about the prospect or worried, but you're starting to feel a little conflicted yourself.

Feelings you're usually able to ignore are bubbling to the surface, and it's getting harder to remind yourself that the dick currently making your mouth water is attached to your roommate. Curiosity gets the better of you, and before you can stop yourself, you ask a question you really shouldn't.

"Can I touch it?"

"What? You want to...what?" he sputters, taken off-guard. The tips of his ears burn bright red, and his mouth opens and closes repeatedly like he wants to say something. Ultimately, he gives up.

After the whole show-and-tell thing, you're a little surprised he's getting shy again, but the last thing you want to do is make him uncomfortable. It's a line you haven't crossed with each other. You decide to backtrack, hoping you haven't overstepped the boundaries of your friendship.

“Obviously, not if you don’t want me to. No pressure at all, I was just curious," you rush to reassure him. But when you glance down, you notice he's subtly grinding into the heel of his hand, already half-hard and giving away exactly how he feels about your request.

"I-I mean, yeah, totally. Go right ahead," he consents casually, but he doesn’t sound nearly as nonchalant as he thinks. You give him a playful smile, reaching out and grabbing a handful of his shirt to tug him closer, and he awkwardly shuffles forward until he's between your legs.

He watches you nervously, fidgeting as you trace a prominent vein that snakes from the base to the tip. A soft, needy sound from above you encourages you to continue your path up to toy under the ridge with your thumb, and when his cock twitches in interest, you peer up to gauge his reaction.

The sight alone makes you wet. His eyes are glassy and unfocused, and that flush that began at the tips of his ears has spread to his cheeks and down his neck. He's already gnawing on his bottom lip in anticipation, waiting to see what you'll do next.

Eagerly, you wrap your fingers around him the best you can and give him an experimental tug. He chokes out a groan, and it sends another wave of heat through your body.

"Is it sensitive?" you ask soothingly, taking it slow with a few loose strokes.

"Yeah," he breathes out. You pump him again, a little tighter this time.

"More sensitive than the other one?"

He nods, swallowing harshly. "Yeah."

"Want me to keep going?"

"Please."

Bracing a hand on his stomach, you push his shirt up for better access and pump him faster, marveling at how quickly he starts to leak onto your fingers. You tease the head with your palm, spreading precum down his length to ease the slide, but he doesn't melt into your touch like you expect him to. Instead, he tenses up, fighting to keep still.

"Hey," you duck down and kiss his hip to get his attention. "Don't overthink it. Just let me take care of you, okay?"

He nods again, panting as his head falls back and his eyes flutter closed, trying to relax his body like you told him to. His hips rock forward, steadily establishing a rhythm until he's a whimpering mess and all but fucking into your fist.

He's a lot louder than you expected. Your room is right next to his, so you know what he sounds like when he's jerking off, but this is on another level. And he looks wrecked.

Sweat dampens his forehead, curling the soft baby hairs at his temples, and his volume increases, easily drowning out the ambient music of the movie still playing in the background. It's turning you on way more than you'd like to admit, your underwear sticking to you so badly, it's getting impossible to ignore. As if on cue, he whines your name in search of more friction, and you realize you can't anymore.

Desperate for relief, you slip a hand past the waistband of your sweatpants and dip two fingers into your aching cunt, fucking yourself for a few blissful moments before trailing back up to rub your clit. It's not nearly enough, but there's no way you're asking Josh for help.

You're roommates, not fuck buddies—or so you tell yourself, even though you know it's a load of bullshit. Even though you know he'd say yes in a heartbeat.

While you continue to jerk him off, he buries his hand in your hair to ground himself, mumbling under his breath as his fingers tense and untense between the strands.

"Fuck, that feels so good," he sighs, his head lolling forward so he can watch you work him. But then, he catches sight of you playing with yourself, and he seizes up, jerking violently in your grasp. "Are you...? Shit—"

Before he can accidentally teeter over the edge, you squeeze the base of his cock and cut him off with another offer you really shouldn't be making. You must be out of your fucking mind. It's Josh. But he's so hard, and you feel so empty. You'll worry about the consequences later.

"I know something that feels even better."

His eyes fly back to yours, darting between them like he's waiting for you to elaborate or take it back. But you don't do either. Instead, you release his cock to shirk your sweats and underwear. Spinning around, you brace your hands on the back of the couch and stick out your ass—an invitation.

"Only if you want to," you continue.

Oh, does he ever. He stumbles forward in a daze, holding your waist with one hand while he slaps his cock on your ass with the other. He feels hot and heavy on your skin, and your mouth starts to water again.

"You're sure about this?" he asks hesitantly, even as he grabs a handful of your ass and spreads you open.

"Touch me, and then ask again if I'm sure," you reply over your shoulder, knowing it won't take more than that to convince him.

He looks hesitant to do that too, but concedes when you wiggle against his crotch. Cautiously, his hand disappears between your legs, and the moment he feels it, all of the air leaves his lungs.

"You're so wet," he mumbles to himself in awe, grinding his palm into your messy heat. Without warning, he dips a thick finger inside you and pumps it a few times before adding another one. "And tight, oh my god."

You push into him, thankful to finally have something inside you, but you want to be full. The weight of him so close to where you need him is slowly driving you crazy. You're tired of waiting.

"Josh, just fuck me. Trust me, I want it," you whine, sounding as desperate and needy as you feel.

His fingers slip out of you, and then you hear a wet noise like he's sucking them clean. Jesus Christ. You force yourself not to think about how much you want him to eat you out if this ever happens again.

He shifts behind you, muttering what sounds like a pep talk under his breath before he inhales deeply and lines himself up.

"Fuck, is it even gonna fit?" he asks incredulously, nudging your entrance. The question was probably rhetorical, but you answer it anyway.

"Make it fit."

His body reacts before his brain can catch up. There's a pained groan behind you, and then his hips jolt forward of their own accord, burying nearly half of his cock inside you. He manages to stop himself after a few jerky, shallow thrusts, but your walls are already squeezing him, and you can tell he's struggling not to cum on the spot.

And you're struggling not to scream. The stretch is mind-numbing, and the longer he stays still, the more intense it gets. Your nails dig into the couch while you fight to adjust, dangerously close to puncturing the cushions, and you've only taken half of him.

You want all of him. Just the thought makes you gush, and that sets Josh off even worse. He whines at the sensation, holding onto your waist for dear life.

"I need you to move," you finally manage to gasp out. "I need you to move right now."

"Shit, okay. Move...right, I can do that," he says quietly to himself, on the verge of another pep talk. His hands trail up and down your sides soothingly, but it feels like it's for his benefit, not yours.

"Josh," you all but growl, forcing yourself backward to steal another inch. That snaps him out of it.

"Hachi machi," he mumbles dumbly, his fingers digging into your skin hard enough to bruise. You'd tease him for it if you didn't think he'd stop again, but it turns out he's as desperate as you are. "Do that again."

You do as you're told. Using the back of the couch as leverage, you tug yourself forward, then force him even deeper. He curses loudly, slackening his grip on your waist, and you get the message loud and clear.

"Again," he grits out. "Please don't fucking stop."

"Not on your life," you reply, more than happy to give him whatever he wants.

Taking over, you work yourself onto his cock inch by inch, gritting your teeth at the onslaught of pleasure and pain. It feels so good, it's making you dizzy. When his hips finally connect with yours, your eyes roll back and your jaw drops.

You're so fucking full. Part of you just wants to keep him there, so unbelievably turned on by being split open like this. But you also want to be railed into this couch within an inch of your life, and that part wins out.

It doesn't take long for Josh to get sick of not being an active participant. Spreading you open, he guides you roughly by the ass—a punishing repetition where he pulls out to the tip, then rams back in, careful not to plunge too deep and hurt you.

You fall into a rhythm, fucking faster and harder until you're positive he's officially ruined you for all other men. You can actually hear how wet you've gotten, and as the sound fills the room, his thumb begins to trace your entrance.

"Wish you could see this. You're fucking...creaming on me right now," he mutters in disbelief, smearing it across your skin. "How are you so wet?"

"B-because you're huge—the fuck else would it be?" you joke breathily, but it comes out as a stuttered mess.

Of course, you'd still be bantering back and forth while he's balls deep. Leave it to you and Josh to moan snarky comments at each other like it's pillow talk. He tries to retort, but then accidentally hits something spongy inside you that makes your cunt clench, and you cut him off with a sob.

"I knew you'd sound pretty," he admits, grinding into that spot to see if you'll do it again. And you do—you can't help yourself. "Might have to keep Wolf's dick if you're gonna sound like that every time I fuck you with it."

Holy shit. What happened to your sweet golden retriever roommate? This can't be the same guy who invites you over to his parents' house for Friday night dinners and seeks you out for comfort after his game kicks his ass one too many times.

That guy never struck you as the type to fuck you so good, you forget how to speak. Or the type to say shit like that. You manage to find your voice, wondering if there are more sides to Josh you don't know about.

"I sound even prettier when I'm cumming," you goad him. You're already so close, and you both know it. Especially with the new knowledge that whenever you hear him jerking off, he's thinking about you. You think about him, too. "But not as pretty as you."

And he almost proves you right, then and there. But to your disappointment, he freezes up, exhaling shakily behind you. If his heavy panting is any indication, he had no idea you were listening in the next room, let alone that you liked it. You don't give him a chance to catch his breath before you go in for the kill.

"You should cum inside me. I'd love to hear what that sounds like," you tell him, peering over your shoulder to see his face. But his eyes are already squeezed shut, and he looks like he's either about to cry or burst. Maybe both.

"O-Oh...fuck—"

Just as you're about to pick up where he left off, his hips jolt forward again, pushing him deeper than you were prepared for. The shock combined with the low whine still vibrating in his chest sends you reeling.

"Fucking ow. Be careful with that thing, Futturman," you gasp as your legs threaten to give out, but it tapers into a moan. God, even the pain feels so good. His arms encircle your waist to keep you from falling.

"S-sorry, I just...what?" he chokes out, and it's so high-pitched, you almost miss it.

"I'm on the pill, just—"

He slaps a hand over your mouth, and you shoot him a pleading look.

"Shit, don't—I heard you, don't say it again. Unless you want me to cum literally right now," he says frantically.

"Do it," you all but beg.

His face screws up, looking conflicted like he's doing everything in his power not to. But then your entire body is thrown forward, and he's finally fucking you the way you need him to.

The dull, syrupy ache from earlier ebbs into heady pleasure that sends you hurtling towards your peak, making your head spin and your walls flutter around him. You quickly forget about chastising or teasing him, and once he finds that perfect spot again, you forget everything else, too.

Josh isn't doing much better. He's devolving into a whimpering mess again, his movements messy and uncoordinated like he's about to lose it, and you're not far behind. You try to warn him between rough thrusts, but by the time you pull yourself together enough to speak, it's already too late.

"Josh, I'm...fucking cumming—fuck, I'm cumming," you sob, and your legs actually give out this time. You clamp down like a vice, gushing around him as your orgasm slams into you, wave after wave. It's intense and overwhelming, and god, you feel so fucking full.

You're too blissed out to realize how hard you're squeezing him or how hard he's fucking you through it, but it doesn't take long for him to steal back your attention.

"Holy shit, that's tight. Oh my fucking god, you're gonna make me—" He lets out something breathy and desperate, and you were right. He sounds so pretty when he cums.

Instead of catching you as you crumble, he yanks you up, holding you flush against his chest while he empties into you as deep as your cunt will take him. His hand splays across your stomach so he can feel himself moving inside you, and the other cups your cheek, tilting your head towards his. Then, his lips are on yours.

Your first kiss with Josh is awkward and messy, a heated exchange of breath more than anything else, but it's still perfect. Because it's him. He tastes vaguely like apple juice, sweet and a little tart, and it spreads across your tongue as the kiss deepens. He moans into your mouth, trembling as his hips slow and your aftershocks wring out the remainder of his orgasm.

For a while, you stay like that, letting Josh hold you and kiss you insistently, then sweetly once you've both come down from your highs. He doesn't part from you until his cock softens and slips out, and even then, he only pulls back far enough to turn you around and rest his forehead on yours.

"That was...," he trails off, his long eyelashes fluttering as he processes everything you just did together. Your eyes meet his, and you get lost in soft hazel, anxiously waiting for him to continue.

"You're incredible," he finishes, gazing at you almost reverently. You're flooded with relief, unable to stop the huge smile that spreads across your face. And you don't want to.

He kisses you again, and you melt into each other, slowly sinking onto the couch. This time, there's no heat or desperation. You're just enjoying the newness, exploring what already feels so comfortable and familiar.

Without breaking your kiss, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you onto his lap. His release begins to leak out of you, smearing across his thighs, and the sensation brings you back to the present. You can tell he's reluctant to pull away, but when he finally does, he looks nervous—maybe even a little insecure.

"Talk to me," you say softly, cupping his cheek and thumbing across the stubble on his jaw. He sighs, averting his gaze as he leans into your touch.

"I'm just...I don't know," he starts, and you can tell that whatever it is, he does know. He's just scared to say it. You let him work up to it at his own pace, and after a long pause, he continues. "Would any of this have happened if the TTD hadn't swapped my dick with Wolf's?"

Ouch. You had a feeling this conversation was coming. These are the consequences you knew you'd have to face eventually, but you never expected him to believe you were so shallow.

You school your expression before responding, trying to ignore how much it hurts that he could think so little of you.

"Yeah, I think it would've. It might've taken a little longer, but we would've gotten our shit together eventually. The TTD stuff just sort of...sped things up," you tell him honestly. "Maybe this wasn't obvious before, but I clearly like you, new dick or not. Most of the shit we do isn't even remotely platonic, and I'd never do that with another roommate, let alone fuck them. I thought you knew me better than that."

"I did—I do. I'm sorry, of course I know that. Things are just happening really fast, and it feels like everything's changing—you and me, my body, the future," he says, exhaustion creeping into his voice. "I like you so fucking much. I just needed to know you didn't sleep with me after all this time because my dick got bigger."

His words sink in, and your expression softens. He looks more vulnerable than you've ever seen him. You hold his gaze for a moment, then lean in to kiss him, draping your arms over his shoulders to pull him close as your lips move purposefully against his. Separating, you meet his eyes again.

"Josh, I could care less about superficial shit like that. It could literally fall off right now, and it still wouldn't matter as long as you and I are okay," you respond, hoping he believes you this time. "And for the record, I wanted to sit on your dick, too. I just never got the chance."

He huffs out a laugh, relief radiating off of him in waves. "Have I mentioned that I really like you?"

"Oh, I know," you grin, wiggling in his lap to ease the remaining tension. "I think you forget our beds share a wall. I've had to listen to you jerk off almost every day for over a year, and I don't know if you realize this, but you say my name. A lot."

He smiles sheepishly, his cheeks turning pink. "Jesus, okay. Point made."

The two of you quickly slip back into easy banter, and it feels good. You're still the same roommates who annoy the hell out of each other, but everything's out in the open. Now, you can actually act on all of the offhandedly dirty shit you always say to make him blush.

"I never said I didn't like it," you laugh, biting your lip. "Maybe I can help next time."

That catches him off-guard, and he accidentally swallows wrong. "Uh, yeah," he clears his throat, trying and failing again to sound nonchalant. "I'd be down for that."

"Can I put it in my mouth?" you ask innocently, and he winces, tipping his head back onto the couch. His hands slide up your thighs and squeeze, tugging you closer to his crotch.

"I'm gonna get hard again if you keep going," he whines, even though he's already halfway there.

"Not really seeing an issue here."

Threading your fingers through his hair, you guide him back to your lips and kiss him messily, still in disbelief that it took a time travel disaster to finally get you to this point.

You'll have to thank Wolf for his noble sacrifice later.

thanks for reading!

divider by @saradika-graphics

[obsessive-valentine]

Yandere!Barbarian X GN!Reader Headcanons

You find yourself in the clutches of a barbarian, but maybe it isn’t as bad as you thought. (Mention of him braiding your hair)

Yandere barbarian who kidnapped you during a raid on your village, maybe he had his eyes on you for sometime, maybe he pitted you, maybe it was a spur of the moment after seeing your adorable face. Whatever it was you were pulled up onto his horse that seemed as wide as it was tall, no doubt bred for trampling though towns, however the size of the barbarian could have tricked you into thinking it was a normal sized horse.

He was unusually tall and strong, the fur pelts used as clothing added to his mass making him look like a cruel god. He didn’t even speak word as he pulled you up on the horse by the wrist, continuing the raid until the clan was satisfied then regrouping before trekking back the way they came.

Yandere barbarian who only days after your kidnapping, and the day of returning to their camp, demands a nightlong celebration -akin to a wedding- and dresses you up for a feast. He seems to not care about your kicking and screaming, verbal protests and crying, he continues to dress you and place a handmade headpiece a bit to harshly onto your head.

Throughout the night he makes sure you eat plenty and never part from his side a strong hand always on your waist or arm. He then presents you with some gifts, a well maintained pelt blanket, some lavish jewellery obviously stolen and a wolf-dog pup “he will grow strong to protect you when I’m not there” he said softly placing the puppy into your lap searching for a satisfaction or peace from you for just for a moment.

Yandere barbarian who is a bit rough and very terrifying, but when he’s interacting with you he’s uncharacteristically subdued. Like how’s he shouts, pushes and roughly laughs with the clan but will turn to you and whisper in your ear and laugh more with his eyes than his chest.

Yandere barbarian who doesn’t expect anything from you, he brought you here so he will provide everything with no cost. He was a bit hurt but understanding when you thought he was looking for something sexual when he actually just wanted to tuck you in properly for the cold night ahead. He hardly had time for fooling around before so he’s not sexually devious by nature so it’s no big deal to him and by no means a priority.

Yandere barbarian who catches himself neatening up the tent you both share to impress you- or admiring dainty little crafts, you’ve made to occupy yourself, taking such care to not fumble and ruin them with his large rough hands. The same gentleness comes out when he braids your hair, he always careful to not tug unlike when he does his own it’s always rushed and therefore rough.

[nakedcleric]

little pocket (tetsutetsu x reader)

♥ pairing: Tetsutetsu x reader

♥ wc: 650

♥ synopsis: You, a cheerful and dumb rookie, join Tetsutetsu's hero team and quickly catch senpai's eye. He makes it a point to turn you into his personal fleshlight.

tws and tags: Size Kink, Coercion, Anal, Mouth spitting, Hairpulling, Watersports, Rough sex, No safe words, Dubious consent

Note: Everyone is +20 and working on hero agencies

Being the new addition to the hero team formed by Itsuka, Ibaraki, Monoma and Tetsu, and immediately catching the eye of the latter. You're a little bit younger than them, inexperienced, and immediately adopted as the little sister of the team. You're tiny, cheerful and full of admiration for your more experienced senpais, and would do anything to earn their favour. Luckily for you, they're all quickly attached to your airhead self. Itsuka kindly guides you through the ropes, Ibaraki mothers you, Monoma teases you and Tetsu... Well, he wants to fuck you.

You're so fucking small compared to him, so innocent and inexperienced. The kind of little thing he wants to throw around the bedroom as he pleases, as there is little you could do to stop him from whatever he wants. The perfect little pocket pussy.

It's easy to get you to trust him, really. He doesn't miss the way you gasp and smile whenever he takes bullets for you during hero duty, easily stopping anything on your way with his iron muscles. He also doesn't miss the way you blush a little bit whenever he brushes off your many thank yous and tells you he will always protect his cute little junior. You're too naive for your own good, really. You're lucky that he has enough self control to not pin you against the ground and mount you right there until you cry.

With enough time, he manages to create the illusion that he's like a big brother for you, the one you never had, and it makes you giddy to be so special to an experienced hero like him. Fortunately for him, you're too fucking stupid to realize his real intentions.

Stupid enough that he somehow talks you into showering with him, with some excuse about how it's okay because you're both in a rush and he won't look anyways. You're like his little sister, he would never lay a hand on you.

Bullshit.

You're half his size, maybe even smaller, and he enjoys the way your tiny frame gets absolutely dwarfed by him, loves it even more when you look a little bit scared of how big he is compared to you, knowing he could snap your neck with one hand. He pushes you against the wet shower walls, easily lifts you off the ground and presses your bodies together, his nose right against yours. You can feel his huge, hard cock pressing against your thigh, more threatening than any of the villains you've recently fought.

He takes your virginity right there, in the least romantic, most lewd situation your tiny brain could ever muster, and all you remember from it is your pained moans being muffled by the wet marble of the walls as he fucks you from behind, and his pleased grunts against your ear as he bites your lobe and thrusts into you like an animal in heat. Your feet dangling in the air, unable to escape from the big, bad wolf that has caught you.

He slowly makes you his little sex toy, breaking your mind into pieces and doing degenerate shit to you that you that you would have never even considered before. Stuff like shoving a thick finger up your ass while you're riding his cock, loving the way your face twists in discomfort, growling at you if you dare try to take it out. Finishing a beer and then drunkenly shoving the bottle inside you, seeing if he can make you squirt inside it if he fucks you hard enough with it. Pissing on you for fun, just to watch you suffer but also reluctantly take it like a pathetic little doll, not hesitating in pulling your hair with his strong hands if you dare even grimace.

You take it all reluctantly, but obediently. After all, you don't want to disappoint your senpai, even if he bullies you.

[wisp-of-chaos]

OC Deep Dive tag🌊

Tagged by @melodicwriter thank you very much! I hope you don't mind but I have so many OC's, I let a friend decide on which to do this one for and their pick was Thjorn Herstekin who originated from a game and was recently re-purposed into a character for my asian arem AU and turned fron Norn to Hobgoblin lol

Anyway, let's start!

Phobias and other fears: I think it's not a real fear but he worries about others (especially strangers) to find out about his less than glorious past as a raider/bandit and all the horrible things he's done. He isn't too proud of his past and regrets it deeply but is on his way to make amends. (He's doing very well!)

Pet Peeves: People treating other people with disrespect and cruelty. And having his naps interrupted.

3 things you can always find in their bedroom: His two axes, his coat made of mountain lion fur and half-empty cups of tea. He always brews hismelf some before going to bed and never finishes them.

First thing they notice in a person: Their strance; if they're hostile or not (or pretent not to be). Also if someone is lying or honest. He has a thing for seeing the signs due to his past.

On a scale of 1-10, how high is their pain tolerance? Probbaly a 8 or 9. He got into fights often and had to kepe on going or die, so he knows how to bear and ignore pain until he and his friends are safe. Only really bad and serious things will have him down on his knees and wheezing.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? He used to when younger but quickly learned to stay level headed and has only become calmer over the years. (A certain pair of drow twins still manages to trigger his FLIGHT response from time to time though)

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person? He doesn't remember his family but found himself a new one, which he loves dearly and will protect and keep safe at any cost. (Unless they act like total idiots and deserve some punishment/humbling. He will take care of them afterwards and offer comfort though)

What animal represents them best? Wolf.

What is a smell they dislike? He used to LOVE the metallic smell of blood but now dreads and loathes it. Also burnt vegetables and incense.

Have they broken any bones? Way too many to remember or count.

How would a stranger likely describe them? As a calm, friendly old uncle. He will offer tea and treats and either listen to you or tell you adventure stories and local myths. Will make sure you feel safe and comfortable and welcome.

Are they a night owl or morning bird? He used to be a bit of both in his youth; always stayed up late but was among the first to wake in the morning. Now, he likes naps and to sleep in.

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love? He isn't too fond of raw food (excluding vegetables and fruits/berries etc) and especially hates the hobgoblin custom of eating raw, bloody meat. He loves all things spicy though - and even more so when there's a subtle sweetness to it like some curries. An all time favourite of his is dried plum candy.

Do they have any hobbies? He is a skilled woodcarver and handpoking-tattoo artist.

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises? Surprised, lol. But other than that, he would be touched and may even tear up a little. He also would be a little worried if the twins were involved and on the lookout for some "traps".

Do they like to wear jewelry? A little, I guess. He wears subtle earrings but prefers to adorn his body with tattoos instead of jewelry.

Do they have messy handwriting? Yes. He learned how to read and write at a later age and is still very insecure and embarassed about his wonky lines and unsteady hand.

What are the two emotions they feel the most? Guilt and regret. But since he changed his ways and joined the Banyang settlement, he is feeling a lot of joy and happiness and relief.

Do they have a fabric? Animal fur. Short and rough but warm.

What kind of accent do they have? A little of a "commoner" accent maybe? Not as clear and sharp as the upper classes. He knows a lot of their fancy words though and enjoys throwing them off by using them against them.

That was actually quite some fun! I haven't thought on Thjordin that deep yet but those questions were nice to consider for him! Big thanks to @melodicwriter for tagging me and @unaarista for chosing the boy! <3

I am tagging ... well, @unaarista @sumi-sprite @corvitine @des-no9 @tea-and-magic @1hoblet @tunarath @deadhornedgod @deletarius1893 @lesbianbreastmilk and @baldursghaik and anyone who I forgot and wants to do this!

[fumikomiyasaki]

22, 20, 11, 35 for the kiss ask

Any ship- :3

Kiss Roulette

(light suggestive themes at times but nothing too explicit so beware)

22. A french Kiss with Tongue

For once he was glad not to cook with his dorm mates but instead to have Amelia by his side helping him with the cupcakes for the next big school event... but even if he did his work well to prepare things and work off the tasks, he couldn't help from looking at her at times... watching her smile and hum as she bring the cookies into form.

Eventually he put his arms around her after she put another plate into the oven.

"A-Aiden?"

"I wanted to thank you for all the help... you make me not as frustrated..."

"Oh I see... I am glad to help." Her soft smile.. he couldn't take it... her sweet voice wrapped around his rough heart at times... he was made believed before that he does not deserve happiness... but now... his happiness stood right before him.

"Amelia... you have something on your lip."

"O-oh let me clean it up-"

Before she could turn around he pulled her closer and softly pressed his lips on hers... sliding his tongue in if to corner out the cookie cream from her... her cheeks grew redder than tomatoes as she felt the wolf linger longer for this kiss.... as he removed his lips she was a nervous mess holding onto his arms from the experience.

"A bit too much?" His voice had a slight tease in his tone as she stuttered.

"I-it was out of knowwhere... but um.. thank you."

"Not really knowwhere... I want to appreciate the one who gives me my hope back. And I will make sure to keep you safe in my embrace... in my presence."

"Aiden."

".... I may not be the greatest with my feelings but... I want you to know that."

She pressed another kiss on his cheek that got him red before holding his hand.

"I w-will protect you too... your heart that is... you don't have to suffer anymore."

"You know that staying around me still will give you hardships."

"I don't care... you g-got me out of my situation I get you out of yours."

His ears twitched, his tail wagged... as his face lit up red... before hugging her close.

"Then we will protect another... my little griffin."

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20. A rough kiss

It was a beautifull starry night... as Chizuko went to her room and waved Carol who previously given her some book recommendations to sort through... he gaze fell upon the sky through her window... somewhat it felt like a shimmer only leading to her room yet a sound of a cawing crow caught her out of it... it wasn't unusual to hear them but... it felt another presence was lurking... surely she wanted to close the window as the bird brain himself dropped by to stop her from it.

"Bonne soirée, mon Amour.~"

"Birds have to keep out, Crow."

"You would just close me out when I went all the way here to see you."

She glared at him seriously... "Yes."

"You wound me Onyx, as usual... but... I do have something that could interest you."

She gritted her teeth in annoyance, letting him into her room. Knowing him he would try to lock pick the window anyways and not shut up till he was in. He dusted off his coat although she did notice some stains on his claws that were off... a bit of red on them... as he got an amulet out of his pocket.

"This one is supposed to be linked to a book story... one I saw you read last time."

"The blood pendulum...are you a moron and did you test it out?"

She pointed to his fingers. "Oh no... this was just... a casualty I had myself to blame for... an unfortunate danger that came up."

He sat down at her bed like he was innocent as she looked at the pendant before placing her on her desk and take his hand to look at it trhough a grip on his wrist. "This could have been dangerous bird brain."

"You should know me by now, danger is normal for me-"

Before he could talk on she pressed both his wrists down.. leaning over him... an angry glare that pierced him... he expected her to yell at him but instead surprisingly he was greated with an impact of a kiss... one where she bit on his lip however.... pressing it strong... that he almost lost his breath... he accepted it yet somewhat she even rougher...

"Onyx, my you could have just-"

"Shut your mouth and listen... be more carefull you idiot... and take this serious for once."

He felt her tug on his clothes and lean on his body... as if to hide her face. "Dead you are worth nothing. Plus you idiot did promise me something... I will kill you myself if you don't take that promise seriously."

His claws slid over her back and pulled her into a closer hug.

"I understand. But at least you could give me one thank you for the effort i did to get it- Ack."

She whacked him over the head... but at least even after that... he felt her lips again... wrapping around his mind... he couldn't get away from her... or refuse her wishes... he just wanted to do anything for her... no matter how bad or good it would be. Entertwining his fingers with hers... he welcomed her bites on him... smiling more genuine.

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11. A kiss on the neck

On that day Keisuke made his way to the Ramshackle dormitory cause Carol invited him over for a little break. Which he welcomed given recently there was more commotion in RSA which made it hard to think and rest. As he arrived at the dorm however she didn't greet him but another dorm member who said she was in her room still... opening the door just a little he noticed her having a controller in her hand... rapidly taping buttons and swifting the joystick... it seemed like she was invested in a rpg right now.

She was so focused she didn't even notice him come in... but he knew she already prepared for a comfy time with that lose shirt over her shoulders and the loose shorts... he peeked over her shoulder for a while not trying to disturb her but as she finished the area he noticed and opportunity... last time she surprised him with a kiss out of knowwhere... might as well return the favour. And so he pressed his lips softly against her neck... not knowing it was the most sensitive spot of her body as she suddenly gasped loudly... growing deep red looking at him... a noise that got him as red too given how it sounded.

"Um...I-I am sorry."

"N-no its fine... you couldn't have known...Its... well..."

She put her hand to the place he kissed pressing her thighs together a bit nervous. As he noticed what she meant he hid his mouth behind his hand even more red. Carol took a deep breath and spoke up.

"Anyways you could have just told me you were here.... that surprised me even more."

"I wanted to return the favour for attacking me last time."

She softened up and chuckled leaning close to hug him and pull him to the pillow fortress she built up behind her. It was comfy... warm... he noticed some snacks on the side she prepared for when he woudl come... as usual prepared for everything.

"True I need to watch out not to do that on you in public as well... especially given Souta. But its hard to resist, I love seeing you blush Kei.~"

He avoided eye contact before pulling her close on his lap looking up at her. Clearing his throat to show her a light smile.

"I like it on you too... but at least now we are at peace."

"Right just you and me." As they looked at anothers eyes and she pressed another kiss on his lips their cheeks stayed rosy for a while... untill Carol grabbed on of the controllers.

"S-so... um you want to play something together?"

"S-sure but... how about later... for now let continue like this. I do need to make up for that attack on you right?"

His mumbling made her heart flutter even more as she pulled her arms around his neck and let the controller rest on the ground again. Kissing his neck back to his surprise.

"I just love that you are here with me. Without any disturbances... but you are right... we can play later... I want to hold you close first."

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35. A kiss against the wall

Usually he wouldn't go out that late at night but... his dorm mates caused him trouble with things they wanted so Louis decided to still go out to town and gather the last few things before the sun set... yet despite that the air in the streets seemed ominous... many looked with a Scoff at him for his fancy clothes and appearance... but he didn't even bat them an eye. He just moved on towards the shop in questions... however eventually a hand tugged him into a dark alley away from the street... and as he wanted to defend himself the face greeting him let him drop his guard.

"Cat- Ah-" She pressed her hand to his mouth as if to tell him not to make any loud noises... As she pointed towards the previous group who started a fight. As if she tried to save him the servant calmed down.

"I could have handled them."

"But aren't you more busy with what you had to do, Louis?"

He looked down a little before giving her a not. "I thank you still for it. But I wonder how did you know... why me?"

"You have a knack for getting into trouble, but I also took a liking to your obedience and the assitance you provided me."

"You do, hm?"

He picked up the bag he dropped before and despite her blindfold somewhat her knew she was raising her eyebrows curious.

"I can't tell if you mess with me or if you are genuine Cat."

"Hmm maybe I should show you.~"

What came next was a surprise to him... to feel her push his arms to the wall.... her lips leaning on his... his back against the wall trying to the pressure of how she pushed him against it... a clear and direct answer he didn't expect.

"I... um..."

"Didn't you want to get your stuff, Servant? We can talk about this another day."

"H-hey wait-"

And off she vanished into darkness... leaving him holding his lips still debating if this was just real or not... his red face didn't vanish as he walked on to the supermarket... his thoughts just grew worse.

[lairofdragonagelore]

Zathrian’s Quest

[Updated post, originally from here] 

Replaying Dragon Age Origin I realised details about Zathrian’s quest that, I think, were or are a rough foreshadowing of the Elvhenan. The whole quest of the Werewolf Curse in the Brecilian Forest provides interesting information as well as questions. The following post contains 

Parallel with Solas

Parallel with the Elvhenan: immortality

Blood magic and Immortality

“The nature of things is unchangeable”: another parallel with Solas’ thinking

Parallel with the Maker

What we can infer from all this?

[This is part of the series “Playing DA like an archaeologist”]

[Index page of Dragon Age Lore]

Refreshing the Quest: Zathrian is an elf hundred years old. He claims that he has recovered the ancient elven ability of being immortal, but we know later it's because a curse: he bound a Spirit [the spirit of the forest] to a white wolf.

Parallel with Solas

Zathrian and Solas share similar design (only the lack of Vallaslin in Solas makes them different, taking into account the different games engines). Later, we will realise that this design is the way elvhenan used to be: bulky bald elves [Abelas and his people share this design as well. The only one who differs seems to be Felassan, who has violet eyes and hair]. In fact, in the late game Heroes of Dragon Age, Zathrian is presented using a wolf fur in similar fashion to Solas. I think that, from a design point of view, there was an intention to encourage the player to think in the parallels between these two characters and their quests

Solas and Zathrian want to recover what was lost (For Zathrian, his family; for Solas, his “people”), but for Zathrian it is impossible. So Zathrian resorts to vengeance. Solas, on the other hand, has the power of a god, so he doesn’t need to “cling to what once was because lacks of any power to change it” [as he describes Abelas]. He just wants to and can fix his “past mistakes” that destroyed the "People”’s world. However, Revenge doesn’t apply to Solas: he doesn’t want any kind of revenge per se, but now that he has absorbed Mythal, maybe his actions will end up in a sort of revenge in her name [Let’s remember Flemeth always said that she wanted to avenge Mythal]. It’s not clear what terms Flemeth, Mythal, and Solas reached in agreement when Solas took Mythal’s power in favour of The People.

Both of them have a great care for their people to the point to make big mistakes. Zatrian's revenge started to affect his own clan, and he truly regrets this to the point to end his life to solve it (well, you can solve this in many ways, that’s not canon but it’s a possibility). Solas is all the time thinking in “his people” (the non-evanuris elvhen) and we know that he destroyed them when he created the Veil, in an attempt to protect them, to free them form their masters, and to protect the world since the Evanuris unleashed something terrible [details in “The Death of a Titan”]. In the process, Solas removed the nature of the elvhen people and turned them into mortals like the humans.

Zatrian finally sees his mistake and ceases the conflict. Solas acknowledges his past mistake, but on the other hand, he claims he had no other choice [which I personally believe since the codex in “The Death of a Titan” implies that the world had been doomed with the evil that the Evanuris unleashed]. Now he wishes he can be wrong again and someone would give him another choice than destroying the Veil and get rid of the sealed Evanuris for good.

A minor design common symboly that both of them have is the wolf: Solas represents an entity that the Evanuris made a propaganda against, calling him the Wolf Fen’Harel who is related to black wolves, while Zathrian is related to a white wolf, to whom he bind the Spirit of the Forest.

Parallel with Elvhenan: immortality

Elvhen Immortality is a big mystery in the DA series, kind of resolved in DAI when speaking with Solas [details in Solas sharing Lore: Part 1]. There, we learn that the Elvhenan immortality was a consequence of the kind of magic they manipulated and therefore, part of their own nature.

Zathrian’s story is an important quest in DAO because he may or may not offer an answer to some Elvhenan mysteries. The fact that Zathrian IS immortal in a post-Veil era is a mind-blow (we know that in Dragon Age world there are three rules that prevent mages to acquire three things with magic: instant teleportation, immortality/agelessness, and physical walks in the Fade [explicit in the codex The Cardinal Rules of Magic]. Ironically all of them were completely overruled by Ancient Elven magic. Thus, we can see the limitless power of elven magic. On the other hand, it’s worth remembering that Elvhenan were not exactly mortals in the same sense that Humans are: they were more related to the Spirits and the “brethren of the air” than to dwarves or humans. There are some hints that may suggest that they found power in dragon blood or dragon means [Mythal was a dragon, and they considered a winged shape as “divine”, implying that it may have been the draconic shape; details of all these things in posts: Ancient Elven codices; Fen’Harel’s mountain ruins, Ancient Elven codices; Vir Dirthara, and the comic series: The Silent Grove, Those Who Speak, Until We Sleep]. 

According to the story, Zathrian acquired immortality and agelessness through binding a spirit to a white wolf. Here is the other recurring topic in Elvhenan lore: the binding processes, specially explored in posts such as Ancient Elven codices; The Lost Temple of Dirthamen and Humanoid Dirthamen. Elvhenan had developed a culture of binding, that may be related to the original purpose of the Vallaslins. This brings a lot of questions, situations, and potential retcons.

Forced bound: Flemeth would say “a soul cannot be forced upon the unwilling”, and Solas claims that Spirits and Demons are the same: Spirits are a purpose, while a Demon is that purpose going wrong or being perverted, forced to do another purpose against their will [details in Solas sharing Lore: Part 1]. So maybe when Zathrian forced the binding, he caused the corruption of the Spirit of the Forest and the curse of the werewolves, basically spreading this savage rage in them. It seems reasonable to think that an extra side-effect of this bound process is the immortality of the one performing the ritual. This would be material for speculation about the origin of the Blight if it were not for a small detail: it has been stated in codex that this spirit [the Lady of the Forest] is not from the Fade... which is something so wrong in DA lore in my personal opinion. So far we know all spirits in DA series come from the Fade. I guess it was a mistake, or the lore was still not as mature and rounded-up as it was in DAI. 

It's true we have others examples in the game: The Oak Tree who speaks in rhymes looks like another kind of strange spirit, but taking into account what he says... it's pretty clear that he is something else, like Flemeth or Anders. In them, the spirit has joined to the soul willingly, so the merge is quite different.

In fact, depending on how many other examples I see of these strange possessions along the games in minor quests (topic quite more repetitive than I had expected), I would bet that the process of binding [or more like possession of] a spirit to a material body can be fine as long as it's willingly [Anders, Wynne, Flemeth, Sigrid Gulsdotten, Solas?, for more details about why I consider Solas a bound spirit read “Solas’ nature” section in Solas sharing Lore: Part 1 ]. When it's forced, abominations happen but it seems with Zathrian that other things may occur: curses, corruption. It's clear that the spirit in this case has to be one which embodies good positive virtues. The Lady of the Forest seems to be a Spirit of the Calm or something like that [but well, she is not from the Fade, so it makes no sense to compare her to one of those spirits. But I would like to assume that the fact that she is not from the Fade is a lore mistake]. When it's a demon the one binding to the material body... things end up out of control [Grey Wardens in DAI binding themselves to "negative emotion spirits”=demons.]

What it’s clear is that in Zathrian’s quest, Immortality is part of the curse, and it exists as long as the curse exists. When we are told by Solas that the Elvhenan were immortal due to a side-effect of the kind of magic they used, would that be possible to interpret it as a curse coming from their culture of binding? I found no answers about this interpretation, sadly.

Blood magic and Immortality

This is subtle, but the Lady explicitly said that her binding with Witherfang could have never been done without Zatrian's blood. And I think there is a little hint here about the fact that Elvhenan were immortals. This is a specualtion and not a fact: according to what they say in this scene, we know that Zathrian used his blood to bind a spirit to a body of the material world (a white wolf). Somehow, the process granted him immortality, and caused a curse.  If we try to use this piece of lore in the ancient Elvhenan time, we may find interesting potential ideas: Blood magic done by Evanuris to bind creatures of the Fade with creatures of the material world and take advantage of them seems to fit the hypothesis that the vallaslin [tattoos made out of blood=potential blood magic] was forced onto elvhen bodies [created by the Earth that was stolen from the Titans, Solas sharing Lore: Part 1] in order to create slaves or ,maybe even the creatures from the story The Horror of Hormak .

We know the Vallaslin are done with blood/lyrium and originally we have no idea if they were strongly magical to the point to bind several elves to an Evanuris. Via Abelas we know that drinking from the Well of Mythal [potentially part of the process to have her Vallaslin and serve her] makes you empty and bound to the Evanuris for Eternity [details in Temple of Myhtal: Part 5] . I’m speculating that the Well of Sorrows was involved in some manner during the process of the Mythal Vallaslin.

It’s true that the situation in current Thedas is not the same as it was in the ancient times. The world was not separated in Fade and Waking World, and Elvhenan were something in between spirits and mortal elves. I'm not saying Zatrian's quest shows exactly what Elvhenan did in those ancient times. But it could be a version/pararell, a pinch of truth in the broken world that Thedas was left [which is basically how Solas always encouraged us to see all what we know and read in game: Tales hide a bit of truth, but not all of them have historical accurancy].

“The nature of things is unchangeable”: another parallel with Solas’ thinking

I liked this other parallel too. Solas has a pretty elvhenan mindset and he has shown in Inquisition more than once that he is convinced that the nature of things cannot change. He says it with his friend Wisdom [who is corrupted when it is forced to fight and defend the mages that bind it], he repeated it with Cole's quest, proving himself wrong [more details in Solas sharing Lore: Part 1 ]. And he repeated it once more with the inquisitor, which depending of their race, Solas will drop some bias/predjuice proper of “your race has a nature that can't be changed”. And in most Solas-Friendly playthroughs, the player proves him wrong again.

Zathrian is pretty much the same with less opportunities to repeat it, though. He claims that werewolves are beasts, slave of their bestial nature, and that the spirit follows the same rule, even though she is calmer than a lake's water and her purpose and role inside the werewolf community seem to be of bringing calmness to them.

Parallel with the Maker

The Lady of the Forest is half humanoid and half wolf, and considering all the specualtion around Solas’ nature [Solas sharing Lore: Part 1 ] one is prone to think if similar process happened to Solas.

“You are my Maker”

This was such a strong sentence in the context of DA world. I don't believe it was thrown there casually. Maker is a big, big word in Dragon Age, and this is what gave me the suspicion to think about the previous point.  Evanuris were called later as Creators of a “world” truly known by only Solas, Abelas, and Flemeth (and Felassan if he is stil alive). That Zathrian could craft a creature half spirit and half material body like the Lady of the Forest, has strong remmineses of what the Evanuris may have done with Dalish, Dwarves or even humans. What I mean by this is the following:

What the Evanuris may have done to the Dalish is to create them as creatures bind with blood magic to physical form. The way Abelas and Solas speak of the Dalish, always makes them look like “fake” elves. Maybe the origin of this disdain comes from there. There is also the The Horror of Hormak, where it’s expressed that Evanuris or elvhen mages created abominations and mismatched creatures through magic, becoming themselves into “makers”.

What the Evanuris may have done to the Dwarves is very unclear, but in the Tresspasser DLC there are some bits of information that may suggest that Mythal infused the “workers of the Titans” with a soul [making them able to dream], so they were not empty anymore. A long interpretation of this is done in the post Deep Roads [DLC Trespasser]: Lower Walkways, however I have a lot of mixed feelings with the source of it: the codex Torn Notebook in the Deep Roads, Section 3 was written by a clanless Dalish that was not even a Keeper.

What the Evanuris may have done to the humans is even unclearer and not even possible to speculate, since there is not even a piece of information about them from Elvhenan sources, but if they meddled with Dalish and Dwarves, they could have meddled with humans if they wanted to. 

A potential implication of the fact that the Lady of the Forest called Zathrian her Maker, could be that it’s a very vague hint that the lore is telling us that the creatures created from another race see them as Makers, and maybe some bit of this implication may or may not apply to the human Maker. 

What can we infer from all this?

If we compare this old lore with what Solas may have done to the Evanuris we can come up with some speculations.

Speculation 1: We know that the Evanuris unleashed something terrible into the world [we don't know what but it may be the Blight, or something else; details in “The Death of a Titan”]. In the process, they may have killed Mythal [this logic is implied by Solas and the Dev’s notes in “The Death of a Titan” but never said explicitly]. 

Solas claims that he stopped the Evanuris by sealing them when they made something that was the last straw, which was Mythal’s murder, but I suspect it was something else too due to the codex and dev’s notes we find in “The Death of a Titan” mural: the thing that they unleashed was truly the real last straw, which does not exclude that it may be related to Mythal’s death [hence my speculation to relate both events]. That Solas does not say it explicitly is because he wants it to be as unknown as possible [probably because he doesn’t even want a reflection of it in the Fade]. I wrote a long analysis of this in the post “The Death of a Titan”. In that post I explained that there is a chance that the Evanuris may have been bind to lyrium and this forceful procedure caused their corruption or the corruption of the Lyrium into the Red Lyrium [hence we find the Whispers Written in Red Lyrium]. This may have been faster if it’s true that Andruil was blighted already [read Andruil section in Evanuris or codices related to her in Ancient Elven codices, Temple of Mythal]. Taking into consideration the young lore expressed in Zathrian’s quest, one could explain this corruption of the lyrium as a “disease” [wether it is The Blight or something else that causes The Red Lyrium] which may be a consequence of this forced binding.

Personal speculation about this: Solas seems to know a lot about The Blight, but he does not understand red lyrium, so I'm inclined to think that the binding procedure caused something that Solas did not expect: red lyrium, while the big evil unleashed by the Evanuris is the Blight. He understands a lot more Blight magic and the Blight: in the mural “The Creation of the Veil”, it seems to be implied that Solas studied how to create the Veil to contain the Blight in the Black City, and may have used dragons to protect the "gates" of access to this place, which are the only creatures we know so far who are resistant to it.

On the other hand, no other mural speaks about red lyrium as the one recently done by Solas: in the comic The Missing, we find some parts of the mural “The Destruction of the Veil“, which means that the trailer where we saw this mural for the first time, with Solas touching it, was a ruined temple of Andruil located in the Forest of Arlathan. As he usually does with his murals, they seem to reflect a persistent thought in his mind that he expresses through art in order to find courage to execute them. In this last mural, the destruction of the Veil and all the pain that will cause to Thedas is something that will hurt Solas deeply [maybe even corrupt him if he follows the same rules than the spirits, in that case, this brutal change of role may affect him], because he would love to find another solution and be “wrong” [as he claims to a friendly inquisitor] but sadly he didn’t find any other. We know due to the history, that he always tries to pick the less evil option, but sometimes, there are nothing more than evil ones to pick.

Speculation 2: Another possibility I think about which relates Zathrian’s quest with the latest lore we have, is that maybe the “evil unleashed” by the Evanuris is the one related to The Horror of Hormak, where once more we find the recurring theme of the binding process: creatures with different souls and bodies are bind in an abomination, and the resulting creature is corrupted beyond salvation, as the two minds fight to exist in the same combined body. This seems something that may have horrified Fen’Harel, and also a knowledge he wanted the world to never access again, hence the collapse of the cave underground, sealing this horror, and claiming that the Evanuris had to be stopped for good [details in “The Death of a Titan”]. Since Solas doesn’t lie, and he also confessed the Inquisitor that the Death of Mythal was what motivated him to stop them, I speculate that some experiment related to The Horror of Hormak was tried to be applied to Mythal [a dragon being, speculated to be the Divine shape that the Elvhenan aspired for in order to acquire divinity] and killed her in the process [which is something rare, since the Evanuris “are not easy to kill”, according to Solas’ words]. Therefore, both events may end up related, and Solas never lied, he technically omitted some piece of sensitive truth that he has been hiding since forever so nobody would be tempted to create more abominations again.

In both speculations, the binding process was so wrong, that may have caused a disease/curse that began to spread [Blight or Red Lyrium], pretty much like Zathrian ended up causing the curse of the lycanthropy when he forced the binding between the Lady of the Forest and Whitefang.

However, the con of this interpretation is that we know that the immortality of the Elvhenan/Evanuris is not a consequence of this binding. The Elvhen have always been immortal as a side effect of the magic they manipulated [Solas explicitly says so in the Elvhenan section of Solas sharing Lore: Part 1]. I can see, however, the Evanuris wanting to be Dragons since they are powerful creatures, and power is directly related to Divinity in DA series.

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[artificialqueens]

🏳️‍🌈 Moondance (Anetra x Sasha Colby) - Athena2

Summary: Anetra runs a bakery that Sasha often visits. They both have crushes on each other, but they’re also each hiding another secret.

A/N: I’ve been working on this for a while, and I’m so glad I finally finished! I had two amazing betas for this: Writ and Mar. Thank you both so, so much for all your help on this, for betaing, and for letting me ramble about this fic to you. Seriously, this fic would not be what it is without your thoughts, suggestions, and support, and I really appreciate it. Please comment if you’d like!

The full moon guides Sasha’s way to her cottage. The winding path through the woods has been worn down almost solely by her over the years; when it doesn’t rain, her footprints remain in the dirt for days.

She shouldn’t be out this late—and she wouldn’t be, except she got caught up talking to Luxx in the cafe—but something about the full moon is calming, watching over her with its pearly white strength.

Something rustles in the trees, and Sasha stops, instantly alert. Spending all this time in nature, developing her magic, has made her sensitive to the environment, to each rustling tree and chirping bird. This noise is heavy, too heavy for a bird.

A twig snaps, and Sasha’s blood turns cold when she sees the source of the noise: a massive gray wolf, baring its sharp teeth as it stalks over to her. The wolf growls, and every hair on Sasha’s body stands up. A protection field spell should be enough, but she needs to be calm first, she needs to breathe—

Another wolf emerges from the trees, this one with the black fur of a starless sky, and a thin mark over its left eye. Sasha’s heart pounds, so loud she’s positive both wolves can hear it. Her magic is strong, but a protection spell against two wolves is a lot, even for her. She raises her hands to begin the spell, but the gray snaps his jaw, sharp teeth clacking together and sending her scrambling against a tree, the rough bark scratching her back.

This is it, then. Her first encounter with a wolf and it’s going to kill her, tear her apart with its sharp teeth. She can smell the coppery scent of her own blood, feel its teeth cut through her chest and crunch on her ribs, but the actual pain never comes.

Because the black wolf steps in front of Sasha and growls right back at the gray wolf.

The black wolf is protecting her, she realizes.

It moves when the gray wolf moves, blocking Sasha from its view. The gray wolf moves a paw forward, teeth bared, like it’s testing things, and the black wolf mirrors its movements, daring it to do something.

Sasha creeps along the forest floor, slowly putting more distance between herself and the wolves. She wishes she could thank the wolf, or the human it’ll turn into. But Sasha’s made it through this run-in, and she can’t hang around to risk another. Once her feet reach the familiar dirt path, she runs, the growls fading behind her.

She slams her cottage door and the floor rises to meet her as she drops. Her hair sticks to her neck with sweat, and dried leaves cling to the bottom of her cloak. Her bag topples over on the floor, spilling out herbs and the hat she bought today, but not her book. It must have fallen out while she ran, but she’s too tired and her legs are too wobbly to care. She hauls herself up and collapses into bed, sheer exhaustion replacing the adrenaline and sending her to sleep.

When she leaves the next morning, the book is propped against the big sycamore tree near the village, with a trail of paw prints leading away from it.

—-

She puts the fear out of her mind as she heads into town. Almost every morning, before going to her apothecary, she stops in the bakery. It’s her favorite place in town, even more than her own shop, with a cheerfully golden outside and calming, deep blue walls inside. The little garden patch in the front doesn’t have flowers; instead, it’s filled with bowls of water and homemade dog treats, since peoples’ pet dogs and random strays are always drawn to the bakery, and to Anetra especially. He loves petting them, and they always jump on him in delight.

The smell of fresh bread and vanilla and butter hits her the second she opens the door. Any trace of leftover fear vanishes in the face of such sweetness; it’s impossible to be anything but happy here. Especially when she sees Anetra.

He’s at the counter, kneading dough. He does it up at the front of the shop sometimes to keep an eye on the bakery, and Sasha will never complain about watching how his arm muscles flex. But aside from that, he really is fun to watch. He bites his bottom lip and looks at the dough so intently, so focused, that it makes the moment when the dough becomes perfect and his eyes light up even better. She watches, pushes away the word crush that’s tugging at her heart. Even if it is a crush, she’s not going to do anything about it. She might own an apothecary, but he doesn’t know she’s a real witch, and that would surely turn him away. He’d think of her as some miserable witch in the woods, casting spells and putting curses on people, just like people in her home village thought. That’s if he even believes her, and doesn’t think she’s lying.

So Sasha just smiles as she watches, smiling even wider when Anetra looks up and finally realizes she’s there.

“Sorry,” he says sheepishly. “Dough was being difficult today.”

She always loves when he talks about dough like it’s a living thing, and especially when he talks about it like it’s a tired toddler.

“Don’t worry, I’m in no rush.”

He nods, wiping his hands. As he comes closer, she sees that his normally rosy complexion is as pale as the dough he just finished, with dark circles under his eyes.

“Long night?” she asks.

“You could say that.”

She frowns. Lots of people have been in her shop for cold remedies, with the season changing. “You’ll tell me if you’re sick or need help sleeping, right? I’ll bring you something to help.”

“Yes, mom.” He rolls his eyes, but the gesture, and his smile, is fond. “What would you like today?”

“Um…” She doesn’t exactly need anything, but can’t resist coming here to see him. She names the first thing she sees. “A loaf of the bread with sesame seeds.”

He nods and slides it into a bag. Then he runs into the back and returns with a steaming roll on a napkin. “I just took them out before you came,” he says softly.

It’s her favorite sweet roll, soft and tender with a bit of honey in the dough. She buys them a lot, and every once in a while, he’ll sneak her one fresh from the oven. It started as a thank you; a few months ago, he’d gotten sick, and his friend had come to her to buy some herbal teas and aromatherapy oils. When he was better, Anetra had come over to thank her with two hot rolls. Ever since, he’s been sneaking them to her from time to time, even though she told him the first two were more than enough thanks. Besides, the rolls are really too good to turn down.

“Thank you,” she sighs as she takes a bite, the soft dough melting in her mouth. “I think this is the best one yet.”

“You say that every time.”

“And it’s true every time.” The village clock chimes, and Sasha needs to get to her shop. She devours the rest of the roll and pays for her loaf. “I’ll see you later, Neech.”

“See you.”

“And make sure you sleep tonight!” she calls over her shoulder, his laughter following her down to her shop.

—

Anetra sighs in relief as he closes the bakery for the day. Last night’s transformation hadn’t been any harder than normal, but there was the unwelcome arrival of the gray wolf. A wolf who had wanted to hurt Sasha.

Anetra’s grateful he was there to drive the wolf away, even if his leg got scratched up and he’d spent the entire night on tense alert. But Sasha is safe, and that’s what matters.

She doesn’t know he’s a wolf, and it’s safer that way. He’s not dangerous, but most wolves are. Sasha saw that herself last night. She would think of him as some snarling beast with sharp teeth, covered in blood and guts from devouring humans. Besides, there are a lot of things she doesn’t know. Things he can’t let her know.

She doesn’t know that he tries to time things so that the sweet rolls come out of the oven just before her usual arrival time; kneading the dough and willing the yeast to rise as fast as possible. Dough is temperamental, and sometimes it just isn’t ready, but when it is, her smile makes all the stress worth it.

She also doesn’t know that her laugh fills his head for hours, that he always gives her the prettiest of whatever dessert she asks for, hoping the magic of his baking can match the magic of her beauty.

Sometimes, he thinks she might feel the same way. She could be affectionate, praise his work or let their hands touch longer than necessary when he handed her things. Sometimes she got so wrapped up talking to him that she’d have to run to open her shop on time. But friends could do those things too, and maybe he was reading too deep into it, seeing what he wanted to see. Besides, if he’s wrong, and tries to be more than friends when Sasha doesn’t want that, he would ruin everything. If they did become more than friends, it would be harder to keep his secret, and if she ever found that out, she’d surely think he was a monster and run in fear. It’s safer for both of them to let things be.

He can control his feelings, push them down and pretend they’re not there. But even though he can barely keep his eyes open by the time he collapses into bed, it takes him longer than normal to fall asleep as thoughts of Sasha break free and fill every part of him.

—-

The wind whips around Anetra as he enters the bakery, grinning at the dogs that pass by before getting to work on bread dough and filling for cream puffs. Despite the warmth inside, his dough is rising a bit slowly. He won’t have a fresh roll ready, but he does have a new cookie for Sasha to try. He’s been perfecting the recipe over the past few weeks, waiting until he had it just right for her to try, and he thinks he finally has it.

His heart leaps when the bell rings, and Sasha walks in. No matter how many times she comes here, each time makes him as happy as the first, when she came in on opening day to wish him luck, pointing out her apothecary and telling him to visit her if he ever needed anything.

She’s in a flowy black cloak with a pink sweater underneath, its open neck showing off the freckles on her chest. There are matching ones on her shoulders, revealed whenever she wears her floral dresses in the summer. She’s beautiful, she always is, but it seems more so today.

And of course she would be so beautiful when he’s up to his elbows in flour and there’s a glob of chocolate on his chin that he couldn’t wipe with floury hands.

“Um, hi, Sasha,” he says.

“Hey there.”

“I’m gonna wash up quick.”

“Seems like a good idea, since there’s chocolate on you.” Her smile is light and a little teasing.

He flees to the safety of the oven area to hide his burning cheeks. He scrubs his hands and makes sure any bit of chocolate or dough or flour is entirely off him before running a hand through his hair and stepping back to the counter with a grin.

“Messy morning?” she guesses, still smiling.

“You have no idea. I got pastry cream everywhere and burned my arm too.” He shows her the light red line on his arm, and her eyebrows raise in concern. “Anyway, what would you like today?”

“A few of the wheat rolls.”

He nods and gets them into a bag. He bites his lip as he weighs the next question. “I played around with an old recipe and made some lemon-coconut cookies, if you want to try one?”

“Is that even a question?” she asks.

He smiles and passes her a cookie, doing his best not to drop it when their fingertips touch. The touch is pure warmth, a magical reaction like the kind that happens in the oven, weaving warmth and comfort out of sugar and butter.

Sasha grins as soon as she takes a bite. “They’re so good. Really lemon-y. And coconut-y. I think those are words.”

He smiles to himself. Coconut wasn’t in the original recipe, but he’d tweaked it to add some, since she loves it so much. But she doesn’t need to know that.

She pays for her bread and tries to pay for the cookie, but he won’t let her. She finally relents and leaves with a smile.

But that’s not the last he sees her, because she comes back ten minutes later with a tiny jar of cream for his burn.

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Sasha needs to stop making a habit of walking through the woods on full moon nights. Last month was a close call, so she hurries toward her cottage, hoping to make it through this one safely.

She doesn’t get far before heavy thuds erupt behind her, cracking branches along the way. There’s a heavy panting sound too, with distinctly human voices trailing it. The panting grows closer, and a wolf bursts into the clearing. It’s the one who protected her last month, and it tears past her with a whine, tucking itself behind a thick group of shrubs. With the darkness, and the thickness of the shrubs, it practically disappears.

It’s scared, she realizes. It’s scared and it’s behind the shrubs because it’s hiding, hiding from—

Two men run into the clearing, flashlights and big hunting rifles in hand. They’re carrying backpacks stuffed with what look like traps, sharp edges poking through. Her heart aches at the thought of someone wanting to hurt this wolf, and the human behind it.

“What are you doing?” She demands.

“We’re hunting the wolf,” the first one says, shining his flashlight right into her face. “There’s a whole group of us. Do you know how famous we’ll be if we get it?”

“You���re not hunting anything,” Sasha says firmly.

“What are you gonna do about it?” He steps closer to her, gun raised.

She does the first spell she can think of: a confusion spell, one whose blue strands hit into the men and send them walking right out of the forest, unsure why they’re here. Confusion spells don’t last long, and they had mentioned a whole group out there somewhere. She could do a protection field spell around her and the wolf, but it would have to cover a big area, and she’d have to stay here all night to hold it.

Or she could take the wolf home.

No one ever found her cottage if she didn’t want them to; she’d spent years laying herbs and casting spells to keep it that way. It’s the safest option for them both.

She takes a breath as she approaches the wolf, because even if it saved her, it’s still a giant animal with sharp teeth.

“Um, hey,” she says into the shrubs. “You can come out, it’s safe.”

The wolf emerges, looking up at her with dark eyes. Its scar is familiar, but she can’t place it.

“I’m gonna bring you home with me, okay? I’ll make sure those hunters don’t find you.”

The wolf seems to nod—it moves its head, anyway—and when she heads toward her cottage, it follows her.

It’s a tight squeeze to get the wolf through the door, twisting its body and legs. It finally settles on the floor of her living room, sitting on its hind legs and looking at her like an obedient dog waiting for a command.

“Are you hurt?” she asks.

The wolf’s head moves from side to side.

“Okay, well, you can sleep on my couch if you want.” She knows one of her spellbooks has something on getting dog hair off furniture.

The wolf tilts its head.

“You can get on the couch. It’s okay, I promise.”

The wolf leaps on the couch and curls up like a giant dog, scratching its side with a back paw and wagging its tail a little. It’s kind of adorable, and Sasha resists the urge to pet it.

“I’m going to bed. Good night.” She isn’t sure if wolves get cold, but on a whim, she grabs a blue blanket and tosses it over the wolf.

She climbs into bed and laughs into her pillow, because there’s a whole damn werewolf on her couch.

—

“Anetra?”

He blinks through the usual post-transformation fog and soreness, heart picking up speed when he doesn’t recognize his surroundings. There are no trees, no branches scratching at his skin, sore and sensitive from the transformation, no smell of earth in his nose. Instead, there are walls covered in bookshelves, and a plush couch underneath. And a soft voice nearby.

Sasha’s voice.

She found him last night, saved him from those hunters. But now he’s in her cottage, and she knows—

Anetra shoots off the couch, his legs smacking into the coffee table. He groans, and arms on his shoulders help him sit back down. He finally looks up to see Sasha, staring at him in concern. And as he realizes she has a robe over her pajamas, he also realizes that he’s wearing nothing but a blanket.

He burns from his feet to his forehead. “Can you, um…”

“I have an extra robe,” Sasha says, like she’s reading his mind. She seems to be blushing too, her eyes flying around the room rather than settling on him. She runs to her room and comes back with a robe, closing her eyes until he’s changed.

It’s not as much clothing as he’d like, and the hem of it falls above his knees, but it’ll have to do.

“You’re a wolf?” Sasha asks.

His stomach drops. There’s no way he can hide it. She let a wolf into her cottage last night, and now he’s here. There’s no story he can make up, no lie she would believe. He has to tell her.

“Yes,” he says finally, heart pounding. “I’m a wolf.”

She’s quiet, and he recognizes her thinking look, the one that makes her green eyes sharper.

“I should’ve realized it. How did I not realize it?” She runs a hand through her hair, almost like she’s upset. “All those times you were so tired and pale were after the full moon. Dogs are always drawn to you. The scar…” she trails off, motioning to the line through his eyebrow, so faded it’s barely noticeable. “I’m so sorry I didn’t figure it out.”

“There’s nothing to apologize for!” He actually laughs a little, because of course Sasha is kicking herself for not knowing, when she always notices the little things in her friends. “The scar is really small and faded, and I’ve had years of practice hiding the wolf thing.”

“I still wish I realized. I could’ve tried to help you feel better after.”

A lump forms in his throat. How could he have been scared to tell her, when she’s so kind and accepting, when her first reaction is that she wishes she could’ve helped? But he couldn’t shake the fear that she would see him as a monster. Someone not even entirely human, who turns into a vicious beast once a month.

“I didn’t tell you because I…I didn’t want you to think I was a monster.”

“You’re just a big dog,” she laughs, but her face turns serious when she sees his fear. “Honey, you’re not a monster,” she says, so soft he can barely stand it.

“But—”

“Being a wolf isn’t your fault, and I know you’d never hurt anyone. You saved me from that other wolf. You’re not a monster,” she repeats, and this time, he listens.

He’s not a monster, and he wipes the tears in his eyes before they can spill over and become noticeable. Sasha hands him a tissue and takes a seat next to him.

“While we’re confessing things,” Sasha begins, “There’s something I should probably tell you. I…I’m a witch.”

He blinks. “Like, a real one?”

“Yes.” She sighs, shoulders drawing in like she’s scared. “I didn’t know if you’d think I was bad or evil or something.”

“I would never think that of you,” he says, firmer than he expected. Her running the apothecary makes more sense now. Just like why the cream she gave him for the burn worked better than any other kind he tried, easing the pain in seconds and healing the wound in a few days.

“And I would never think you’re a monster,” she says, and a warm wave of understanding washes through Anetra.

After a few seconds, Sasha speaks again. “Actually, maybe there’s another thing I should tell you. I’ve had a crush on you for a while, but I didn’t know if you felt the same way, and didn’t want to ruin anything if you didn’t, or put that on you. And it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. But I wanted you to know.”

He pieces the words together as she talks, sure that he’s mishearing. She likes him. She likes him the way he likes her. She isn’t scared of him, and doesn’t mind that he’s too quiet sometimes.

“Neech? You’re really quiet, is everything okay?” Sasha asks.

It jolts him out of his thoughts. “Yes, I’m fine! I—I do feel the same way about you.”

“You do?” Sasha blushes, almost like she can’t believe it, and Anetra won’t let her doubt him.

“I’ve had a crush on you for a while. You…you’re magic. And not just because you’re a witch.” His face is burning, but he smiles. “I just wasn’t sure if you liked me.”

“I do like you,” Sasha says gently.

Relief and joy break through the faint pain lingering after the shift, filling him up with warmth. She knows his secret, and it didn’t change anything. She knows, and she still likes him.

“Do you want to go get breakfast?” he asks, rushing with his own bravery. “After I get clothes, I mean.”

“You’re sure you aren’t too tired?”

He shakes his head. “I’m good, really. I don’t normally sleep at all when I change. This was nice.”

Sasha smiles, even wider than when he gives her fresh rolls. “Let me get changed and we can go. And I have a bunch of wolf questions for you while we eat.”

He smiles too. “Only if you answer all my witch questions.”

“Deal.”

Pride Challenge Points: 504

[booksandbo]

Imagine: Remus with children

“So what’s all this?” Remus came home from a Order mission late on a winter day.

“I think you’re gonna wanna sit down.” You looked at him with a smile, a small package in hand.

“If you’re gonna ask for a divorce before we even get married…just tell me and I’ll be gone” Your hands met carefully and you stepped back.

“Uh ok” he slowly opened the small package, Lily had suggested white like she had with James a month prior.

“Do you like it?” His head nodded very quickly, looking at you with tears filling his eyes.

“We’re gonna be parents?” He smiled at you, arms wide for you to come to him.

“Yes Moony, we’re gonna be parents!” He squeezed you tighter and then let go.

“What about the full moon’s? Will you be safe?” His eyes have way to incoming fear of what will be your future.

“Yes love, we’ll be safe. Plus, every time I’m with you lot….you get protective of me and hopefully one day it’ll be your kids. I think they could be great, maybe a bunny like me or a big rough wolf like yourself but not bitten” He smiled as you reassured him that your life wouldn’t be at stake with his lycanthropy.

“Have you told anyone else?” He asked politely.

“I told the girls, Lily was the one who had the idea for the box cause she did the same with Prongs- but nope, you boys are the last to find out” You moved to hug him tighter.

“Well best get on with it then, you know how dramatic Sirius is” You both laughed before walking towards the fireplace.

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Remus hung back at the door, hearing 4 seperate giggles in the house. Three belonged to your darling triplet girls and one to yourself.

“Know what? Your father’s gonna be home soon and I reckon we could all use something sweet….brownies work” the girls giggled again as you’d gone to the kitchen and he’d walked through the door.

“Bunny I’m home!” He removed his shoes and placed his jacket that covered his jumper over on the hooks.

“Hello love, how was Poppy? She let you out earlier this time” Last night had been the full moon, his first without his bunny.

“She was good, asked how our three were doing and also gave me some medicine for you and for me” You walked into the room to see him playing with your young girls.

“Well, should I ask what was for me…cause I know yours is for pain relief” You gave him a pointed look.

“If you look in the bag I put onto the table, it is simply “something for women”as she put it” you summoned the bag towards you wandlessly.

“She made something for stretch marks?” You asked a little confused.

“ I suppose it’s one of the things from those healer classes she’s doing to help the 7th years when they graduate, but she said it’s the best one she got besides her own” you looked at both balms carefully.

“I’ll take it! I’ll make sure to tell her thanks the next time I do see her” you said as you went back to melting chocolate for the brownies.

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“Hey look it’s the owl!” Your girls had been looking forward to their Hogwarts letter’s which would inform them of their official education with their father.

“Thank you love, here’s a treat” you gave the small owl some nuts for the three letters it had given you.

“Alright! We have one for Maeve, one for Luna and one for Minnie” You passed them out to the three girls, you stood back to watch the chaos unfold with your husband.

“MUMMY WE GOT INTO HOGWARTS!” Maeve was the first to yell.

“DADDY DOES THAT MEAN YOU’LL BE TEACHING US?” Luna excitedly yelled, she’d always been the closest to Remus.

“Yes I do believe that means I get to teach my girls” you all hugged each other as you also grabbed Maeve’s letter she still held to read what they needed for their first day.

“I don’t understand how Mcgonagall sends these out so late- I just know we’re gonna have a row with the Malfoy’s if they’re around” You mumbled to your husband.

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“You know what house I want to go into?” Luna said out loud.

“Which one?” Her sister Maeve stood on her left, Minnie on her right.

“Gryffindor like dad, or Slytherin like mum….break the streak even and be a hufflepuff” Luna laughed at the end.

“Hey don’t laugh at the Hufflepuff’s, they’re meaner than you’d think” You said as you walked to the brick wall, Remus was already at the school awaiting not just his girls but the other students coming back or beginning at Hogwarts.

“What do you mean?” Minnie looked at me just as we ran into the wall for the train.

“I was almost put into Hufflepuff, and your Uncle Sirius’ cousin is in there too….her mother is also a Slytherin” you looked at all your girls.

“Now can we go on the train mummy?” Luna jumped excitedly.

“Fine fine, have fun loves. And if you see your father, remember to tell him you love him too?” You smiled as they all ran towards the train to find a spot.

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“Dear mummy,

You wouldn’t believe it, but the hat put us into seperate houses! I have no doubt dad will send a howler about it but I wanted you to hear it from us first. I ended up in Gryffindor, Luna in Ravenclaw and Maeve is in Slytherin,

Love Minnie”

You read the letter twice over before another two letters and a howler arrived.

“Alright, better send a howler back. Surely Minnie will be fine for receiving them all?” You walked back to the study and started to compose a howler for your girls.

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“Oh look the owls have come in! Minnie why is there a howler coming in our direction?” My newest friend, Sarah, had asked as it dropped right in front of me.

“Oh god, what has mum written us?” I looked up to see my father rather curious until he got his own letter.

“Good job loves! You’ll all get your own magical experience at Hogwarts, together or apart! I can’t wait to hear more from you Minnie, and hopefully SOMETHING from the other girls- see you, love you, bye!” (Yes I got that from TikTok)

“MINNIE! You told her? ALREADY???” Luna moved fast from the Ravenclaw table and her sister from the Slytherin table.

“Alright, you three outside. NOW!” Professor Remus Lupin, our father, never got mad unless needed….we either just got into big trouble or he wants to scare us.

“Look, you three can’t go about fighting between houses- especially you two” pointing at me and Maeve “and you know why. I’ve told you how bad house wars go, especially if they start early like with me and professor Snape back when we were kids. Now I want you to for the love of Merlin, follow the rules, be nice and wrote to your mother?” Our dad had rushed out very quickly.

“Yes dad” We hugged each other quickly and went back into the Great Hall but before we completely back inside our dad whispered “your mothers pregnant again…oh my god”

[beautifulterriblequeen]

"This is the latest bad idea in a very long string of bad ideas," Lujanne said, gritting her teeth.

Beside her, Allen stood ready, his hands hovering over a full platter of freshly harvested moon opals. Others ringed the raised seat in the moonlight - Rayla, Callum, Ethari. Queen Janai and her fiancée, the human general Amaya. Commander Gren, next to Kazi and Corvus. The little wolf girl Ellis and her wolf, Ava. A nervous little Earthblood she hadn't caught the name of. And half a dozen others, elves and humans alike, all rough and ragtag - friends, rivals, and allies that Rayla had gathered along her travels, no doubt.

Rayla spoke into the expectant silence. "It's all we've got. We know he's not dead."

"Then place the coin."

Rayla set a small golden object in the center of Lujanne's meditation stone. Its surface flashed once in the dazzling light of the Moon - and then Runaan's agonized expression stared up at them all.

Lujanne's belly churned. It wasn't right, wasn't natural. Alive and dead at the same time - it went against every tenet she'd ever learned as a Moonshadow mage.

But then, so did attempting a resurrection spell on someone who wasn't dead.

Lujanne took a deep breath, pasted on a big smile, and prayed the two abominations would cancel each other out.

She looked at Allen and nodded crisply. He placed the first moon opal in her hand. She held it in the moonlight over the coin, and its surface danced with a frisson of Moon energy.

Then she snapped it in half and began to chant.

Allen handed her another crystal. She snapped that one too.

To her other side, Rayla clasped Callum's hand. Her eyes - and his - locked onto the coin.

It twitched. Shifted. Skittered across the stone as if called by Lujanne's voice.

Everyone gasped and took a step back.

Lujanne didn't even blink. Allen handed her another opal.

Crack.

Crack.

Crack.

The coin rose onto its edge and began to spin.

Faster and faster, levitating into the air, winking like a white eye with every rotation.

Callum couldn't seem to help muttering under his breath as he eyed the coin warily. "The only reference we found for this forbidden spell insisted on lots of people being present. I guess it's too late to wonder why-"

CRACK.

Screams burst into the chamber from every mouth, agonized and sudden. Lujanne tried to cover her ears-

-and found that her hands had powdered away from her wrists. One eye went dark, and the side of her face began to burn like cold fire.

"Janey-lu!" Allen cried, reaching for her amid the sudden chaos. But he stumbled and fell, missing part of his leg. Lujanne knelt near him and fumbled at his shoulder, trying to hold on, still uncomprehending the loss of her hands.

Behind her, Callum threw up a protective barrier. It did nothing to stop Rayla's scream, nor the loss of flesh from their arms.

Amaya and Janai fell together, each trying to protect the other, each failing. Skin and bone powdered and spiraled from them toward the madly whirring coin.

And Ethari...

Ethari dropped to his knees, tears in his eyes, staring upward as a shadow began to take shape, as his ears and arms were scoured and pillaged by the spell. On his lips was a word Lujanne could not hear over the cries of the others.

She knew it anyway.

The implacable dust of life spiraled from everyone in the room, taking equally, sparing none, coalescing around the coin in a form both familiar and alien.

The spell began to weave. Bone, flesh, sinew and skin, all spun slowly into place. Lujanne shuddered at the horrific perfection of its placement. She'd seen a tornado destroy an entire hillside once, lifting each boulder away cleanly and effortlessly until only a dirty divot remained. Watching this form be constructed was, in every way, the polar opposite of that.

The moonlight dimmed as a cloud of black swirled over everyone's heads, cutting off her primal source. Hunched protectively by Allen's side, Lujanne glanced up in time to see the utter blackness vacuum itself in through the newly formed figure's eyes, rocking his head back as if he'd been punched in the face.

His eyes closed.

His chest rose, filling with his first breath.

Then his eyes snapped open again, full of moonlight and darkness.

"What have you done?" Runaan rasped, in a voice full of bark and stone.

Lujanne looked to Ethari, who hadn't taken his eyes off his husband. "We... we brought you back, my heart." Tears threatened to spill over his lavender-marked cheeks.

Runaan stepped to the edge of the stone platform. His bare toes gripped the cold rock. "And what was the cost of your choice?"

Sobs and begging rang through the Moon Temple as Ethari looked, wide-eyed, into his newly returned husband's eyes. A single tear spilled over his cheek.

"Ethari. What was the cost?"

Ethari licked his lips. "The price."

The room went dead silent.

From the circle of Callum's trembling arms, Rayla hollered out exasperatedly, "Don't humor him!"

Your teachers always warned you to never, under any circumstances, cast a resurrection spell on someone still alive, but refused to elaborate why. Today your curiosity got the better of you.

[caramel-whiskeys-writing]

The Big Bad Wolf Isn't so Bad | CHAPTER SEVEN

Must Read Warning: This story will have mentions of self-h*rm and r*ape. It will also contain a good handful of 18+ content.

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Word count: 2099

Summary: One day on a dangerous case Bigby, Snow and Nerissa have to go to a strange apartment. Who they find inside is the Princess Rapunzel, however she seems to have been forget within Fabletown as not even Snow recalls her story. Thanks to fate, somehow Bigby manages to help the woman grow and find comfort in the city, along with creating relationships.

"After you." He can tell that she's still a bit tense and anxious, no doubt from the encounter with the mundies and the unwelcome attention they had paid to her. He follows her inside, closing the door behind them and locking it. He leans against it watching as she moves further into the apartment. Bigby shoves his hands into his pockets and feels himself get angry as he remembers the mundies; both at the restaurant being annoying, and the ones outside acting like she's a piece of meat.

"You alright Bigby?" She asks him, looking concerned. He takes a deep breath, trying to push back the anger that he can't show, or it'll only worry her more.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He mutters. "Just those damn mundies back there... the way they were looking at you... it pisses me off." He pushes himself away from the door and walks over to her. His footsteps are slow and measured. He wants to reassure her, to tell her everything's okay but he can't shake the anger that's churning in his chest.

"Could you stay... here with me until Nerissa comes back?" He pauses for a moment, caught off guard by her request. He can see the vulnerability in her eyes, the way she's trying to hide the fear and anxiety that's still lingering in her expression. He's torn between his duties as Sheriff and staying with her to make sure she's okay. But in the end, his need to protect and care for her wins. He nods, his heart calming just a bit as he walks over to her.

"Yeah, I'll stay. I'll stay as long as you need me to." He sinks down onto the couch and gestures for her to sit down next to him and takes out a cigarette to light.

He takes a drag of his freshly lit cigarette. The smoke filled his lungs and calmed the tense, restless energy coursing through him. He watches her out of the corner of his eye, taking in the way she's sitting beside him. He blows out a stream of smoke as he tries to think of what to say. The silence stretched out between them. Only broken by the sound of his exhaled breaths.

"Are you really the only one who smokes that brand?" She asks suddenly. He looks at her; surprise flickers across his face at the question.

"Nerissa always likes to talk about how you smoke a certain brand that no other fables do." He hadn't expected her to bring up his habit of smoking and definitely not right now. He takes another drag before replying.

"Yeah," His voice was deep but not defensive. "It's a special blend. Not something you can just buy at any store. Just fable places." He studies her face, trying to gauge her thoughts and feelings. He wonders if she's judging him for his smoking or if she's just making small talk to fill the silence. Either way, he feels a twinge of defensiveness rise up in him, but he doesn't show it.

"What's the normal reaction people have when they try one?" He can see the curiosity mixed with wariness in her gaze as he watches her, taking a quick drag again before answering.

"It's strong," He replies bluntly. His voice is rough as he keeps the smoke in his lungs. "It's not for first time smokers or weak lungs, that's for sure. Most people cough and sputter." He blows out a large plume. He can't help but feel a sense of pride as he sees her watching him. Her eyes fixed on his face as he smoked the cigarette. It's definitely the first time that someone shows an interest in his habits, and for sure the first person who doesn't scoff at his cigarette of choice. He watches as the smoke floats to the ceiling.

It's still a bit hard to gauge what she's thinking since they've only been slowly getting closer with each other over the last two-ish months. She likes to go out with him when he's not busy, so it is hard to spend more than ten or twenty minutes with her. Over that time though, Bigby has grown increasingly fond of her company. He likes how easy she is to talk to. She doesn't judge him for his brusque exterior and bad habits. Along with liking her company, he has also grown protective of her even at times when it's not really needed.

As he takes another drag, he can't help but wonder if she's being this curious because she's considering trying a puff for herself. There's a part of him that kind of likes the idea, the way she would look with a cigarette in her hand and the smoke curling around her face. But he also knows that he shouldn't encourage her to pick up a bad habit like his, especially when she already has enough on her plate. She turns her attention towards the tv when she turns it on. She felt odd catching herself watching him as they stopped speaking. But Bigby can't help but feel a bit disappointed. He had hoped that she might ask to try a drag. After a few minutes he hears a huff of a chuckle come out of her. He glances over to her, his brows furrowed in confusion. It's not often that she laughs or chuckles like that.

"I just now realised the name of the cigarettes. Quite fitting that only you smoke them." She crosses her arms and leans back into the couch. He gives a slight snort of amusement, the corners of his lips twitching into a hint of a smile.

"Yeah they're a little on the nose, aren't they?" His mind wars with itself over whether he should offer her a try of the cigarette or not. He looks at her again, taking in the way she sits on the couch with her arms crossed. He can't help but picture what she would look like with a smoke between her lips. He fights with himself over it for a good bit before deciding: fuck it. He holds out the cigarette to her. His hand steady and he can feel his heart rate pick up as he waits for her reaction. He hopes she doesn't get mad at him for offering it to her.

"You want to try it?"

"Depends. Is it gonna kill me?" She asks, turning her head to face him. He takes a quick drag before answering with a small grin.

"No, it's not going to kill you." He holds it out again for her. "It's just a different kind of smoke. Stronger and more... flavorful. But it won't kill you. Trust me." He watches closely as she hesitantly takes it from his hand, her fingers curling around the butt as she brings it to her lips. He feels a thrill of excitement run through him as he looks at her. His eyes glued to her lips as she takes a tentative puff. He can see the way her eyes widen just a fraction as she inhales, the way her cheeks hollow out. He's not surprised when she coughs out the smoke. He can't help but chuckle as he sees her face scrunch up in a mix of distaste and discomfort.

"Told you it was strong." He says with a hint of teasing in his voice. "Not for first smokers." He feels a little bad because of the small smile that forms on his face at her reaction. He takes it back from her.

"How do you smoke that shit?" She says through soft coughs.

"I guess you could say I have a bit of a tolerance." There's a smugness in his voice as he speaks. "It takes a while to build up, but once you're used to it, it's not so bad."

"A bit? I don't think anybody could handle those, Christ." She gets up to go to the kitchen for a glass of water. His eyes follow her movement and he chuckles a bit hearing her mumbling to herself, clearly unimpressed by his cigarettes.

"It takes a tough palate to handle them, but once you get used to them they're pretty damn good."

"I'll take your word for it." She's in the kitchen for a moment before she calls out. "Did you want anything to drink?"

"Yeah. I'll take a whiskey. On the rocks, if you don't mind."

"Ok, but Nerissa buys the cheap shit. Just letting you know."

"Thanks for the heads up." She comes back into the living room and hands him his glass. His fingers brushed against hers ever so slightly. Bigby feels his heart skip a beat at the brief touch, his mind distracted for a second before taking a sip. She sits back down on the couch and her eyes are back on the tv. The whiskey is just as shitty as expected, but he doesn't mind.

Soon Nerissa comes back home. She sees them sitting on the couch and greets them. She then sniffs the air a bit.

"Were you smoking those shitty cigarettes here? I can smell it." There's no harshness to her words. She always has to comment on his smokes since she doesn't like the taste of them.

"Yeah I was." A smirk on his face as he speaks, glances back at her couch, the back of the couch. "I know you don't like them, but they're my favourite. You'll have to deal with it."

"What are you doing here anyway? Did she ask you to stay after going out?" Nerissa asks quietly as they talk in the entryway just out of earshot of Rapunzel who sits sipping her water and watching the tv.

"Yeah, she asked me to stick around for a bit. She seemed a little shaken up after dealing with some mundies. I thought I'd stay and make sure she's alright."

"Mundies? What happened?" Bigby tells her about the group of humans outside of her apartment and how they called her as she struggled with the door. It seems as though a group of certain mundies have been causing issues in the area so she's not too surprised that they had run into them. Nerissa heads down the hall to her room and Bigby goes back to the couch once they finish the conversation. He sits down next to Rapunzel again, his eyes finding her once more. A small spark of fondness flickering in his chest at the sight of her. An odd feeling that he wasn't used to.

"Are you heading out now that Nerissa is back?" She asks softly. He watches her for a moment considering her question. Part of him wants to stay, but he knows that he still has some work to do before calling it a day. Plus she is safe now that Nerissa is here.

"Yeah I probably should. I've got work to do. Can't sit around here all night." After a few more minutes Bigby decides it's time to head back to his office. Rapunzel comes outside with him as they wait for a taxi to pick him up. He's smoking another cigarette as they wait. He steals glances at her every now and then, feeling a strange sense of disappointment at leaving her like this. But he doesn't say anything. His usual gruffness prevents him from saying the words that are running through his mind. After a few minutes the taxi pulls up. Bigby turns to her, his face a mask of stoicism once more. He gives her a nod, his normal way of saying goodbye. Yet out of nowhere and very out of character, Rapunzel hugs him.

He's taken aback by the sudden hug. His mind races to process what's happening. Neither of them have ever been the kind to act this affectionate with anyone so both of them feel odd about the whole thing. He stiffens at first, but slowly, he relaxes and carefully wraps his arms around her. She pulls away, clearly a little awkward and nervous.

"Have a good night. And thanks for staying with me." He's still a bit surprised by the hug catching him off guard.

"Yeah, no problem. You take care of yourself. And if those mundies or anyone else gives you trouble again, you let me know alright?" His gaze lingers on her face lit by the street lamps before he turns to get in the taxi. As it pulls away from the curb, he glances out the window. His eyes seeking her out one last time. Even after the taxi turns a corner and she's out of view. He can still feel the sensation of her arms around him. A strange warmth lingers in his chest.

[therian-0vermaster]

The Legend Of The Teenage Therian Warriors Episode 2

Last time we saw Kenji he was dragged to the agreed upon meeting spot by Kireitsune. They came to a stop on what looked like a lawn in the open square(open as in a roofless living room sized block)that was in the middle of the hostel, Kenji saw 9 other girls with animal ears and tails out.

Okay Kenji here we are, I'll go stand with the other girls

Kireitsuné says as she walks over to them.

Kenji : Okay let's do this thing

Kenji says as he brings out his ears and tail and then he sees one girl eyeing him hard.

Cool as you already know me but I'm Kireitsune Minamoto from the fox family.

Kireitsuné says.

I'm Chitayna Yamamoto and I'm from the official

other Cheetah family

A girl with light beige hair and yellow eyes says as she smirks, she is also the one who was eyeing him.

I'm Hyöna Watanabe and I'm from the Leopard clan family

A girl with brunette hair and deep brown eyes says as she smiles in a way she seems to think is sexily.

I'm Yukino Izumi and I'm from the Snow Leopard family.

A girl with snow white hair and sky  blue eyes says in a really cool way without much emotion.

I'm Shishana Yamada and I'm from the Lion family

A girl with flowing blonde hair and yellow eyes says while she mock roars by going "rawr"

I'm Tora Sakurai and I'm from the Tiger family, uhm nice to meet you.

A girl with ginger red(orange)hair and orange eyes says in a shy and timid manner.

I'm Tsukiko Hinamoto and I'm from the Wolf family, you can count on me.

A girl with short jet black hair and black eyes says.

I'm Jackie Furakawa and I'm from the Jackal family, I know my name is predominantly male, but whatever.

A girl with short dark gray hair and gray eyes says in a way filled with harsh attitude.

I'm Gina Miura and I'm from the Coyote family, I hope you will shine bright here.

A girl with silver hair and silver eyes says.

And I'm Akane Matsuda from the Dhole family, you

will always be safe in my care.

A girl with red hair and a blue eye showing says, Kenji isn't sure if both her eyes are blue or if she is heterochromic and her other eye is possibly a different color

After they all introduced themselves to him Kenji spoke up.

I'm Kenji Shedji and as you're all probably aware I'm part of the first Cheetah family and that my father's Akio Shedji, the man who got everyone to stop being in clans and start making families, but I ask you to treat me like a normal teenage boy and not a prince because the ten of you are also royalty, princesses to be more precise.

They all nodded their heads.

Kireitsune walks over to Kenji and gives him a great big hug.

"Welcome here officially"

She says welcomingly

The others walk over to him as well to officially welcome him.

Chitayna also hugs Kenji quite tightly.

" Oh handsome, destiny put you here to meet me."

She says flirtatiously.

Hyöna throws herself into Kenji's arms.

"You're such a cutie you know that?!"

She says gushingly.

Yukino pulls Kenji into a friendly one arm hug

"Nice to meet you man."

She says coolly.

Shishana gives Kenji a bone crushing hug causing a gasp

"Nice to meet ya, welcome to the pride."

She says in a welcoming manner

Tora shyly gives Kenji a soft hug.

"Uhm like I said earlier it's nice to meet you Kenji."

She says shyer still.

Tsukiko hugs Kenji too.

"Welcome to the pack, looking forward to you being our Alpha."

She says in a friendly manner.

Jackie shakes Kenji's hand.

"Well I guess it's nice to meet you, not like I care that much."

She says haughtily.

Gina gives Kenji a hug like most of the others.

"I'm sure we're going to have a bright time."

She says making Kenji laugh a little seeing as Gina's hair and eyes shine like silver coins just like her obvious pun.

Akane gives him a little hug too.

"I protect my friends so we'll get along just fine."

She says reassuringly.

"You all seem like quite nice people, I'll have to get used to your attitude though Jackie."

Kenji says in a somewhat happy manner

"Now before things get rough, Tora let's show Kenji around the hostel a little bit okay."

Kireitsuné says placatingly

"So uhm like what do

you say Kenji, like may we

show you around?"

Tora asks shyly.

"Sure thing you two, by the way Chitayna please stop with the possessive thing, it bothers me."

Kenji says addressing three of the girls respectively.

"Oh Kenji I'll try but there's nothing that can keep us apart for long."

Chitayna says in a disconcerting manner.

"Yeah yeah, just keep this to a minimum, anyway I'll see the rest of you around supper time."

Kenji says addressing everyone.

Okay let's go!" Kireitsuné says as she links with Kenji's right arm while Tora links his left bashfully

Please take good care of us and uhm please hide your ears and tail when we're in the town.

Tora says in her shy way.

"Oh yeah I forgot about that and also about the fact that I come from a school where people thought I was cosplaying.

Kenji says and hides his ears and tail

They leave and first they show him around the hostel, then

they head into the town.

"So Kireitsune and Tora can you tell me a little bit more about yourselves?"

Kenji asks interested.

"Well people say I'm a little bit foxy everytime I am standing up for my friends."

Kireitsuné says seeming kind of annoyed by her own statement.

"Haha if the normal humans even knew that foxy has nothing to do with attitude."

Kenji says laughing.

"They're just ignorant, anyway I'm kind of shy and timid but that's just how I am." Tora says honestly."

"I'm sure your friends adore you, even the quirky ones,am I right Kireitsune?"

Kenji asks?

"Yeah that's completely true Tora-chan, we are all here for you."

Kireitsuné says reassuringly.

"Thank you Kireitsune-san, you're always so nice to people, that's why you are cool."

Tora says in a thankful manner.

"Oh thank you Tora-chan, so Kenji-dono what else is there you want to know?"

Kireitsuné says to Tora and then asks Kenji a question.

"Everything that you can tell me about yourselves no matter what it is."

Kenji says.

"Okay you've probably noticed but I like clothes with borders"

Tora says.

"As you can see I like dressing with clothes no one else would wear in public unless they were at a costume party."

Kireitsuné says with a smile.

"Wow you two have great taste in things, you can already guess things about me though."

Kenji says amazed.

"Yes like you're not very picky about what you wear,eat and so forth right?"

Kireitsuné deduces.

"And how you're a nice person who would always be there for friends and loved ones."

Tora says.

"Yeah that was pretty easy to notice wasn't it haha, well you two do seem pretty smart."

Kenji says laughing.

They walk around town with Kireitsune and Tora showing him around the town, the shops, street vendors, other schools from

the outside and so on.

They get home later, eat supper, bath and all go to bed while Kenji reflects on his first day.

"These girls are all so nice but I'll have to watch out for Chitayna, get used to Jackie too."

Kenji says to himself as he drifts off to sleep and rests in a peace filled atmosphere.

[thefloorisbalaclava]

Eyes Without A Face - Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!Reader

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!Reader

Words: 6,533

Warnings: 18+ - enemies to lovers (kinda sorta), some angst, canon typical violence, weapons, cursing. SMUT - oral sex (m and f receiving), unprotected sex, slightly rough.

Summary: You swear Ghost doesn't like you, but you couldn't be farther from the truth.

A/N: I haven't written Ghost since 2015 so please be kind! I hope y'all enjoy!

[part II]

[masterlist]

Ghost.

The callsign alone was mysterious—a mysterious name for a mysterious man. And while most people found him a mystery because of the obvious thing, you found him a quandary for other reasons.

He was a protector, that was for sure, but he was also a lone wolf, speaking only a few words at a time, and those were mainly to Johnny.

He seemed to always be deep in thought about what you couldn’t fathom. When he looked at you with those eyes that were sometimes so dark, they were nearly black, it unnerved you, but he didn’t necessarily scare you. Other times he looked at you, there was a lightness, a softness, in his eyes, both in color and emotion. It would disappear in a blink, and it was back to business, mainly him barking orders at you and telling you to focus.

You hadn’t discovered his name was Simon until you were at the base for over a month.

Simon.

You wondered if he looked like a Simon under that balaclava? What was hidden under there? Or, perhaps, he was hiding from the world for his protection.

You were so lost in thought that you rounded a corner and slammed right into what felt like a wall.

“Oof!” you stumbled back, then fell flat on your ass. Anger flashed in the eyes of said ‘wall’ but softened when he noticed it was you.

That’s sweet…I guess.

“You all right, lo--.” He stopped himself and cleared his throat. “You should always check your corners.” He held a big, gloved hand out to help you up, pulling you to your feet with ease.

“Yes, sir,” you said in a little voice. He scoffed and walked around you without another word. You made a face behind his back and continued to your destination.

“There she is! Fucking finally,” Soap roared, and you cringed as you made your way across the mess.

“Do you have to do that, Johnny?” you asked as you sat quickly. Soap slid you a tray. “Oo!” He had saved you a chili bowl before everyone snatched it up. You looked back up at him, and he was eyeing you strangely.

“What?” you snapped.

“Nothin’, you just look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he said.

You nearly dropped your spoon at his words. Was that on purpose or…

“I’m just hungry.” You shoveled some chili into your mouth, so you had an excuse not to speak.

“Speaking of ghosts, have you seen ours?” he asked.

“Mmhm.” You nodded, mouth still full. You wanted to say you quite literally ran into him, but you didn’t.

“Well…where?” Soap wondered, exasperated.

“Barracks,” you mumbled. “Looked like he was going back to his quarters.”

“Oh.” Johnny shook his head.

“What?” You stared at him.

“Just a bit worried about him is all.” He leaned back and put his hands behind his head. “Enough of that. How’re you, numpty?” That had become his nickname for you since you flash-banged yourself and him.

“Oi, numpty! You’re supposed to hit them, not us!”

“I’m…alive,” you said with a shrug.

“Missing home?”

“Kinda.”

“You’re not still sad over that prick dumping you, are ya?” he asked.

“No,” you scoffed. Yes, you were. “And he didn’t dump me. We…agreed to go separate ways.”

“Whatever you say, lass.” A sly smile appeared on his face. “Maybe you and Simon should get together.”

You spat the water back into your cup and coughed. “Excuse me. Why?”

“You’re both so…mysterious,” he said.

“You’re a dick. There’s nothing mysterious about me,” you told him.

“Hey!”

“You’re a dick, Captain. Better?” You threw a napkin at him.

“I’m also available,” he offered. He chuckled, then looked behind you. “Speak of the devil….”

You turned to look and immediately turned back around. Ghost was making his way over. You hated how you were so nervous around him. Well, at least he had missed you shoveling chili into your mouth.

“Didn’t think you’d ever come down,” Soap said to Ghost.

“Had to shower,” he said curtly. “May I?” It took you a moment to realize he was talking to you. He gestured to the chair, and you nodded.

“Uhh yeah. All yours.”

As he sat, you got a whiff of whatever soap he used. It smelled good. He smelled good.

“You all right?” he asked you.

“Hm?” You tried your best to look into his eyes, but it was impossible.

“From our little collision earlier. You all right?”

“Oh! Yeah! I’m fine,” you chirped awkwardly.

“Collision?” Soap wondered aloud.

“Um…” you sighed.

“Ran into me upstairs,” Ghost told Soap, and he burst into laughter.

“Oh, shut up,” you snapped, then gave him the finger. “Just for that, I’m leaving.”

“Wait, wait. I’m sorry,” Soap said.

“Whatever. I am tired, in any case. Goodnight, guys.” You think you heard Ghost say something, but you could be wrong. You didn’t look back as you walked away, so you missed how Ghost’s eyes followed you.

“Why not just tell her, Simon?” Soap asked his friend as they sparred.

“Negative,” he droned. “And…”

“Hey, numpty!” Soap yelled over to her, and Ghost’s eyes widened slightly. When he looked, he immediately wished he hadn’t. He was so used to seeing her in her usual field clothes that he felt like a Victorian man seeing a woman’s ankle for the first time. She was in a t-shirt and form-fitting compression pants.

“Come and practice your shooting with Lt,” Soap said, “I’m off for a run.” Before either of them could say anything, he was gone.

“You don’t have to,” he said in a gentle rasp.

“...I could always use more practice, sir.” She looked up at him with innocent eyes.

“You sure?”

“Promise not to go easy on me, sir,” she teased.

“Wasn’t plannin’ to,” he quipped, and she looked down shyly. “So…I have a question.” He began as he lined up his sight.

“Okay. Ask, sir.”

“Why…” He squeezed off a round, hitting the target perfectly.

“Why what?” she huffed. She aimed, fired, and was just a bit off-center.

“Why do you call me Sir and not Ghost or Lt like everyone?” he asked.

“Because,” she started aggressively, angry at herself for that shot.

“Because?”

“To be honest, I don’t know, sir.” She held her breath and shot again—closer this time.

“Would you prefer I call you one of those names, sir?”

“I would, yeah.” He stood to his full height and watched as she aimed. “Nah, that’s all wrong. Here.” Suddenly, he was behind her moving her arms. His voice was directly in her ear the next time he spoke.

“Hold it there. Breathe in,” he said in a low tone. She inhaled deeply. “Now.” She pulled the trigger, hitting the target square in the head.

“Good lass,” he said, and she turned her head to look at him. He moved away quickly, settling back into his usual gruff self.

“So…Ghost…since I’m able to call you that, does it mean we’re friends now?” she asked playfully.

He was quiet for a time, then shook his head. “I’m your superior and…I always make it a rule not to make friends. Makes things easier when we lose someone out there.”

“Oh, I see.” Her smile faded.

“We’re comrades in arms, not friends,” he said.

“Okay, I get it!” she snapped. She put the rifle away and then nodded at Ghost. “Have a good day, sir.”

“We’re comrades in arms, not friends….”

It kept echoing in your head, distracting you at all the wrong times.

“Numpty, come in!” Soap shouted over the comms.

“Wha…what? Sorry.”

“Where’s your head, lass?” he asked but didn’t wait for an answer. “Building two. Lt needs you to clear it with him.”

“Oh. Oscar Mike. Out.” You moved carefully, light on your feet the way you were taught. You took the left side of the door as Ghost took a right.

“…not friends…” It echoed in your mind just as the door was breached. A bullet grazed you, and you hissed as you aimed at the asshole and killed him with a clean headshot.

“Tango down,” you said through gritted teeth.

“Nice one,” Ghost said, but you ignored him and made your way into the building. “You all right?” he asked, noticing how you winced and the blood soaking your sleeve.

“I’m fine,” you said plainly. “Room clear. Heading up.” You were moving too quickly. You knew you were, but your mind was in a fog, replaying what Ghost said to you before.

Not friends.

You were so lost in thought that you didn’t see the red dot aimed at you. In a split second, your thoughts and your breath were knocked away by a weight of sheer force tackling you to the floor. You groaned and looked up at the culprit.

Ghost. And, though you could only see his eyes, you knew he was pissed.

“What the fuck were you thinking?!” he shouted, not letting you up. “I don’t know where you are, but it ain’t here!”

“Get off of me…sir.” You pushed against him, but he was far too heavy.

“I just saved your fucking life,” he said before shoving you down and then standing. “Get up. Get yourself together.”

You sat up, and he offered you his hand, but you ignored it.

“You need patching up?” he asked, nodding at your arm.

You shook your head. “No, sir.” You were glad it was dark—he wouldn’t be able to see the tears swimming in your eyes.

“Everything okay over there?” Soap asked over the comms.

“Yeah,” you mumbled. “Fine.” You walked back downstairs with Ghost following close behind.

“I think we should head back to HQ. Regroup, debrief, and call it a night,” Ghost suggested.

“Whatever you think is right, sir.” You waited for him to take the lead. You were feeling a bit worse for wear.

Ghost eyed her as she walked in defeated silence beside him. Maybe he was too hard on her, but she could have been killed, which would have been on his conscience forever.

She proved why he could never call her a friend… or anything more.

He turned to her again with two words hanging on his lips—words he rarely uttered. His mouth opened, but he hesitated.

Forget it.

“You get that look as soon as we get back, yeah?” He was worried about the wound on her arm.

“Sir,” she said with a nod.

“Okay, you know what, stop,” he said, but she didn’t. “I said stop, soldier!” She froze but didn’t turn to look at him, so he moved in front of her. She blinked up at him with tired and sad eyes.

“What’s going on?” he asked her.

“Nothing, sir. Just doing as I’m told.” She entered the underground headquarters, and he watched before following.

“Sir,” he said bitterly, “I told you to call me—”

“It wouldn’t be appropriate, sir. You’re my superior, remember? Not my friend.” She walked away from him then, greeting Soap happily.

“Patch me up?” she asked him, and he nodded. Soap gave him a glance over her shoulder, and Ghost could only shake his head.

“You wanna tell me what fuckin’ happened, Simon?” Soap asked.

“Nothing happened.” He was pacing, making it painfully apparent that something had happened. “She nearly got herself killed out there!” he snapped.

“You’re angry at her for that?”

“Yeah, I’m bloody pissed. How could she let herself get so distracted?” He finally stopped pacing.

“With all due respect, that is the dumbest question ever, Lt.” Soap stood before him. “Use your fucking brain, man.” After a moment of silence, Soap patted him on the shoulder.

“She’s in the infirmary,” he said, then walked away.

Ghost almost stopped him. What the fuck was he supposed to say to her?

You had curled up on the cot, facing the wall. At least here, you could cry peacefully. Heavy footsteps approached, and you felt as though you knew those footfalls. Then they stopped, so you closed your eyes.

“Soldier,” came a rough voice. Your eyes flew open, and you wanted to sink into the uncomfortable cushion. “I know you’re awake,” he rasped.

You sniffled quietly and quickly wiped any evidence of tears away before turning to him. The cot squeaked as you did.

“Sir?”

Ghost stood there awkwardly, looking taller than usual since you were lying down.

“Wanted to check on you. See if you need anything,” he said.

“No thanks.” You turned away again. Suddenly, the cot dipped dangerously as he sat down. Your body leaned towards him, and you tried your best to leave room.

“I’m not leaving til you tell me what’s going on,” he said, and you knew he was stubborn enough to sit there all night.

“Sir, I—”

“Ghost or Lt…okay?”

“Lt…there’s nothing wrong with me. I’m tired.” You shrugged, finally rolling onto your back to look at him. Most of the eye black had worn off, and his blond eyelashes were even more visible.

“I was a bit harsh back there, and I wanted to…hm…I wanted to say that wasn’t right of me…” he trailed off.

“I think the words you’re looking for are ‘sorry’ or ‘apologize,’” you teased.

“I’m trying my best ‘ere,” he snarled, his accent growing stronger.

“If you’re going to get angry, go. I’m too tired to argue, sir.” You tried rolling towards the wall again, but strong arms grabbed you and pinned you down by your shoulders.

“I’ll go after I tell you why I’m so angry. You could’ve gotten yourself killed, soldier! You weren’t focused, and that red dot…it…it was aimed right at your head. I couldn’t let…” he stammered, then shook his head, letting go of you.

“Well, at least you would have been able to get over it quickly since we’re not friends,” you bit out.

He glared at you. “Is that what’s bothering you? You got some growing up to do, love.”

You both froze at the sound of the pet name, but he didn’t try to correct himself.

“Fine. I’ll grow up,” you said.

It was quiet, and the cot squeaked as he stood and stormed away.

“God fuckin’ dammit!” he roared, throwing whatever he could get his hands across the room. Soap ducked, just missing being knocked in the head by something.

“I was gonna ask if everything was okay, but I think I know the answer,” he joked.

“Fuck off, Johnny.” Ghost sighed and sat on his cot. “What the fuck is wrong with me, mate?”

“I can think of a few things….” Soap began jokingly, but Ghost looked at him, and he got serious again.

“I…I don’t know how to talk to her. I get all…stupid. She makes me feel so many things. Dunno if I wanna scream at her or kiss her half the time.” Ghost didn’t do feelings. At least he didn’t think he did.

“So, what you’re telling me is you’re in love with her,” Soap said.

“I…what? No! I didn’t say that” Ghost scoffed.

“Don’t have to say it, lad.” Soap slapped him on the shoulder and walked over to his cot.

“I think I hurt her feelings, Johnny.” His voice was softer now.

“What did you do?”

“She said something about being friends, and I turned her down. Told her I don’t do the friend thing, just in case…I lose someone out there. Today, I almost did.” He sighed loudly.

“Yeah, and look how well you’re taking it even though she’s not your friend,” Soap said sarcastically.

Ghost only shrugged and then sighed before pushing up his mask just enough to scratch at the shadow of a beard that had grown.

“Love,” he scoffed.

“Yeah. I think you love her,” Soap quipped.

“I don’t do love,” Ghost told him.

“Aw, come on. That can’t be true.” Soap looked at his friend, and when he wouldn’t make eye contact, he became serious. “Simon…really?”

“I just don’t know how to do feelings?” He looked over at Soap. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“You know damn well how to do feelings, mate. You just don’t understand what you’re feeling. I’m telling you, you love her.”

“What the fuck am I supposed to do? I’m her superior. I can’t be in love with her.” He shook his head.

“That’s all up to you, mate. I’m going to sleep.”

Ghost was left alone with his thoughts and a sleepless night.

But he decided what he was going to do.

You woke up before anyone else, not that you actually slept. Your mind replayed the conversation you had with Ghost. He was impossible.

You snuck above ground to watch the sunrise, sitting down and hugging yourself against the cold.

“Good morning, soldier,” a familiar voice said, and you jumped to attention.

“Good morning, sir.”

“At ease,” Ghost said, and you sat back down. He stood above you awkwardly. “I need to tell you something.

Your heart beat faster, and your palms were sweaty. “Okay.”

“I…I’m reassigning you,” he said without emotion.

You looked up at him and then stood. “What?”

“I need you back at home base with the FBI.” He couldn’t look at the confusion and pain on your face, so he pretended to fix his tac vest.

“I want to be out here. I want to be in action. You know that, sir. You can’t do this to me,” you cried.

“I can. It’s an order,” he snapped. “You have a few hours to get ready.” Then he was walking away before you could say anything else.

“You what?” Soap asked, turning to Simon with a look of shock.

“I took her off the assignment,” he answered nonchalantly.

“Are you fucking mad? Where is she?”

Ghost checked his watch. “Probably waiting for her plane out of here.”

“You send her away all because you’re afraid of your feelings. You’re going to regret this, mate.” Soap stormed past him, making sure to bump him with his shoulder.

“Numpty!”

You turned to the voice and forced yourself to smile. “Hey,” you said quietly.

“Leaving, eh?” he asked, although he knew.

“Yeah. Ghost reassigned me,” you said sadly.

“Yeah, I know.” Soap stood beside you quietly. “There’s a reason he’s doing this. I can’t tell you what it is because that’s for him to do, but know it’s for a reason.”

“Yeah. It’s because he hates me,” you said. “I don’t think he’s ever really liked me.”

“Lass…I…forget it.” He hugged you. “I’ll see you back home, yeah?”

“Yeah.” You hugged him back, holding back tears. “See ya.”

Ghost was stepping off a helo on American soil a few weeks later. They had to play a waiting game now, which he hated the most.

It also meant that he was bound to see her at some point. That scared him more than anything. He wasn’t afraid of being wounded or dying, but he feared this woman—a woman who had made him feel things he didn’t think were possible.

Never mind that.

Honestly, he couldn’t wait to shower with hot water that didn’t run out before he was done.

He walked back to his quarters and hid from the world as he usually did when he wasn’t on a mission. He quickly stripped off his clothing, throwing them into a pile on the floor. The last thing to come off was his mask and balaclava, and then he felt genuinely naked.

He walked into the bathroom and flipped on the light. He always tried his best not to look in the mirror, but he couldn’t help himself.

He looked tired. The black circles under his eyes couldn’t be blamed on the eye black he always wore. He couldn’t count how many hours of sleep he had lost…

…over her.

He tried to tell himself it was because his adrenaline was pumping over taking someone down, but he was lying to himself.

He ran a hand through his messy hair that the balaclava had matted down.

“Fuckin’ idiot,” he whispered before walking over to the shower and turning it on. Hot.

He stepped in, hissing against the heat but eventually getting used to it. He deserved the pain, didn’t he?

The water going down the drain was brown and black. He watched it spin and spin until it disappeared. Then he put his head under the stream of water and closed his eyes, putting his hands against the wall in front of him for balance. His dog tags swung freely, clinking together quietly.

He thought of her saying his name. Not sir. His given name. Simon. How lovely it would sound coming from her lips. The only name she would call him now is asshole, most likely.

But he liked seeing the feisty side of her. He knew she could stand her ground no matter how nervous she was around him.

“You love her.” Soap’s words rang in his ears. He reached down and turned the knob for the hot water off, letting the shower get ice cold as he stood under it without moving.

You couldn’t stop thinking about him. All the showers in the world couldn’t wash the thoughts of him away.

You stood against the wall of the shower and closed your eyes.

“God, I wish I didn’t miss him,” you whispered to the water.

Suddenly, there was a pounding on your door.

“Open up, ya numpty!”

“Soap!” you squealed, turning the shower off quickly and hopping out. You wrapped yourself in a towel and ran to the door.

“Johnny boy!” you shouted when you swung the door open.

He hugged you. “Told you I’d see you soon.” He pulled back. “You’re all wet.”

“I know that.” You rolled your eyes. “Are…all of you back?” you asked.

“Yeah, why?”

“No reason. Just wondering. It’ll be nice seeing everyone’s face again,” you said.

“Even the faces you can’t see?” he asked.

“Don’t.” You shook your head.

“Both of you are the most stubborn bastards ever,” he said, exasperated. “You two just need to sit down and talk.”

“He sent me away, John. I doubt he wants to talk to me.”

“You two better figure something out, or I’ll make it happen myself.”

You looked at him. “What does that mean?”

“Dunno, but I don’t think you should risk finding out.”

“You can be the absolute worst sometimes, you know that?”

Ghost paced his room, thinking hard about what to say to her. How she was convinced to come to him was beyond even the most inquisitive minds.

There was a soft knock at his door, and it made his heart pound. He pulled his balaclava down over his face and walked to the door, taking a deep breath before opening it.

“Um…good evening, sir,” she said hesitantly.

“Evenin’. Please.” He gestured into his room, and she walked in. “Well, I guess we should talk.”

“Yes, we should.”

You looked around his room, and it was exactly what you expected—clean and orderly with almost perfect precision.

You felt as though you were in some forbidden place.

“You can sit if you like,” he said gruffly.

“Sir.” You sat in the chair at his small desk.

He cleared his throat and sat across from you on his bed. “Well…”

“Well?”

“Johnny wants us to talk. Not sure about what,” he lied.

“I don’t know, but I have a question.” You waited for him to look at you. “Why did you send me home?”

He sighed loudly and rubbed his thighs. “I’m…not sure if I have a reason.”

“I think I’d be less angry if you did have a reason, sir.” The volume of your voice began to rise.

He seemed to be hesitant to say something.

“Oh, for the love of—”

“You’re a bloody distraction!” he shouted, and you jumped.

“Excuse me? A distraction?”

“Aye, a distraction. You…you just…”

“Well, you are ridiculously mean to me, sir. I know you don’t like me very much, but you could at least pretend to want to work with me when we’re out in the shit. I don’t like being treated like a child, getting sent away like I’m being put on time out!”

You were breathing heavily, and your vision was blurry, tears swimming in your eyes.

“You’re wrong about me not liking you,” he mumbled.

“Yeah, right,” you scoffed.

“It’s…quite the opposite,” he blurted.

“I just wish you’d—wait, what?” You couldn’t have heard him right.

“I like you, all right? I think I like you too much,” he admitted.

“You show me you ‘like’ me by sending me as far away from you as possible?”

“You nearly died right in front of me! You were distracted because of me, and I was distracted because…I almost lost you,” he said. His voice was softer somehow.

“I don’t understand, Ghost.” You stood and paced, shaking your head. “You like me? Then why…”

“I don’t know how to deal with how I feel about you. I’m not even sure I’ve been in-” He stopped himself, and you froze in place.

“Ghost…” you whispered.

“Look at me.” He shrunk in defeat, making himself look smaller. “I’m one tough motherfucker, but I don’t even know how to handle…feelings.”

You stared at him dumbfounded. He couldn’t be saying what you thought he was. You sat beside him—something you would never have attempted if you were in your right mind.

“Sir…”

“Ghost,” he corrected, “Or Lt.”

“Ghost. I’m not sure what to say.” You looked into his eyes, and the intensity burned hotter than hell. His eyes had gone almost black, making his blond eyelashes look even brighter.

“You don’t have to say anything. What I feel isn’t right. It ain’t proper.” He blinked slowly.

“Ghost, can you say it? Say what you mean without so many words.” Any other time his words were curt and straight to the point. He chose now to talk in circles.

“I like you. I think I more than like you. Is that better?” he asked.

You nodded. “Okay. I like you too, Ghost.”

“You do?” He sounded surprised. “Even after what I did to you?”

“Well, I do kinda wanna punch you in the face for that, but now that I know…I’m not as angry.”

He sighed in relief, chuckling awkwardly. “So…”

“You ever take that thing off?” you asked suddenly.

“Negative. Well…at particular times, yes. If I’m alone when eating, then I will take it off. When I sleep and when I shower,” he told you, and you looked down at your fingers.

“Can I…Can I touch it…touch you?” you asked nervously.

“Um…yeah. All right.” He looked into your eyes as you slowly reached out, letting only your fingertips touch the material first. You dragged your finger around the opening for his eyes, over his nose, down to his jaw.

“Is that okay?” you asked.

“Yeah.”

You cupped his face, and he swallowed hard. “Look at me, Ghost.” His eyes slowly met yours again.

“You want me to take it off?” he wondered.

“No. I’d never ask that of you.” You dropped your hands.

“I’m sorry for what I did. I was a fucking idiot,” he admitted.

“I think I called you that a few times,” you teased, and you saw a hint of a smile in his eyes.

“Yeah, well, I deserve it.”

“When’s the last time you kissed someone?” you asked confidently. His eyes widened slightly.

“Kissed? I don’t know.” He shrugged. “Not exactly at the top of my list of things to do.”

“Do you want to kiss me?”

If you could read his mind, you would know that he wanted to do so much more than that.

“I think I do, yeah.”

“Kiss me then,” you said, moving closer to him. You had no idea where this confidence was coming from, but you were going to hold onto it for as long as possible.

“Think of it as one way to apologize to me,” you told him. You watched eagerly as he slid the balaclava up, revealing his stubbled jaw and full lips.

“Come ‘ere.” He pulled you even closer and then captured your lips with his. For someone who didn’t think of kissing much, he sure knew how to. You moaned quietly against his lips.

“This is so wrong,” he murmured into the kiss.

“Shut up.” You kissed him harder, making him grunt in surprise.

“Who’re you tellin’ to shut up, soldier?” He kissed you before you could answer, slipping his tongue into your mouth.

You didn’t know when or how you ended up on your back, but you didn’t care. You were caged in by him, a pleasant weight keeping you here on earth.

“So, you said that…kissing you was one way I could apologize to you. You got another?” he asked, looking down at your lips.

“If you think a kiss is wrong, then I doubt you want to know.” You lifted your head to try and kiss him, but he pulled away.

“Tell me. That’s an order, miss.”

“You could…touch me,” you said quietly.

“Touch you? Where?”

You took his big hand and put it on your face before moving it down, his fingers ghosting over your lips. Without thinking, you opened your mouth and let two of his fingers slip in.

“Fuck,” he grunted.

You kept them there for a while before moving his hand down to your covered breasts and holding it there.

“You want me to touch you here?” he asked. You nodded. “You’re gonna have to use words, love.”

“Yes. I want you to touch me there.” You arched into his hand, but then he moved it.

His fingers played with the hem of your shirt. “May I?”

“Yeah.” You sat up and let him pull your shirt off. He stared at you as though he hadn’t seen a woman in her bra before.

“Everything okay?” you asked.

“Yeah, I just want to remember everything,” he told you, carefully reaching around you and unclasping your bra. You let it slip off and nearly covered yourself, but seeing how he looked at you made you feel bold.

“Sir?” you called, and he shut his eyes.

“Don’t do that,” he said in a strained voice. He quickly adjusted the front of his pants, and you smirked.

“Sorry.”

“No, you’re not.” He opened his eyes and squinted at your smirk.

“No, I’m not,” you laughed, but just for a moment because he was kissing you again in a flash. You were flat on your back, and though you wanted to feel his lips on yours forever, he moved away to kiss down to your neck. It was like he knew exactly where to kiss because he had you making sounds you hadn’t made in God knows how long.

“You’re going to leave a mark, sir,” you teased.

“That’s the fuckin’ point, ain’t it, love?” He bit down on your neck lightly, and you whimpered. At this point, he could leave a mark wherever he wanted, and you would thank him for it.

His lips trailed down between your breasts, then kissed over to one.

“Eyes on me, soldier,” he commanded. As soon as your eyes met his, he dragged his tongue along your nipple and then wrapped his lips around it.

“God!” you cried, then quickly put a hand over your mouth. “Sorry. Don’t stop.” You put your hand on the back of his head, imagining how his hair would feel between your fingers. He moved to the other breasts and showed it the same appreciation.

“Fucking perfect, aren’t you?” His big hands pushed your breasts together, then let them go.

“Aren’t you gonna take anything off?” you wondered. “And I don’t mean the balaclava.”

You were nearly salivating, thinking about how he looked under his clothes. He was broad and beautiful, so you knew you were in for a treat.

“Are you shy?” you asked as he hesitated.

“No. I have…scars,” he said.

“Of course you do, but do you think I care? I just wanna see you.” You sat up. “Want me to look away while you undress?” you offered.

“No, I want you to help me,” he said. He stood off the bed, and you sat on your knees to reach him.

“You sure?” you asked, your hands wavering.

“Yeah.” He watched as your hands moved slowly to the hem of his shirt.

“Arms up, soldier,” you said playfully. He lifted his arms, and you slowly pulled the shirt up and off.

“You’re perfect,” you told him. “I knew you’d be.” You kissed the scar on his collarbone, and he sighed. You climbed off the bed and kissed him gently before moving lower, kissing every scar you came across.

Then you were on your knees.

“What are you doing to me?” he groaned, staring down at you eagerly. You looked into his eyes as you loosened his belt, then went for the button and zipper on his pants.

Boxer briefs. You knew it. The pants fell from his waist, and now he was just as naked as you. From what you could see through the boxer briefs, he was a perfect size.

“You stayin’ down there?” he asked, tilting his head.

“Want me to?” You palmed him gently, and he hissed. Your mouth watered at the thought of being full of him. You pulled on the waistband of his underwear and slowly pulled down. There he was in all his glory.

You kissed his hipbones and thighs, teasing him a little.

“Are you teasing me?” he asked, gently grabbing you by the chin.

“I don’t know.” You trailed little kisses up and down his shaft, and he groaned loudly.

“It’s been a while, love. Go easy on me, will ya?”

“I’ll think about it.” You opened your mouth and slipped it around him slowly.

“Blood fucking ‘ell,” he grunted, his hand moving to the back of your head. “If this is how your mouth feels, then I can only imagine what inside of you feels like.”

Your pussy clenched at his words, and you bobbed your head faster on him.

“We could get in so much trouble for this,” he breathed. “But I don’t even fucking care right now.”

You pulled off him. “Me neither.”

He reached down, grabbed his cock, then traced your lips with the head.

“Shit. Get up here.”

You stood quickly, only for him to toss you onto the bed. He was quick to get your pants and panties off and even quicker to get his head between your legs.

“Ohhh fuck yes!” you cried as he dipped his tongue into you, then swirled it around your clit. “You know what you’re doing.”

“My mouth ain’t just for barking orders,” he said before diving back in, slurping at you like he was dying of thirst. You squirmed, but he put a hand on your stomach to keep you still.

You saw stars already, grinding yourself against his tongue.

“Go on, love, fuck my tongue. Use it.”

“Ghost…” you whimpered as you held his head in place and rubbed yourself all over his tongue. His eyes stayed on you. It was so intense. Too intense. You cried out and tried to push him away as you came, but he latched onto your clit and sucked and licked at it until you couldn’t take anymore. He kissed your pussy repeatedly and then finally came up for air.

Once he was level with you again, he crushed his lips against yours, making sure you could taste yourself.

“Inside me,” you breathed between kisses.

“Hm?” he grunted, teasing you.

“I need you inside me.”

“What if I’m not gentle?” he asked.

“Who said anything about being gentle?”

He made a noise akin to a growl and then sat up on his knees. He grabbed you and turned you over carefully, so you were on your stomach.

“You ready for me?” he asked, and you looked back at him.

“Yes, sir.” You watched as he licked his hand and then stroked himself a few times before straddling the backs of your thighs and pushing into you slowly.

The stretch was so good that you swore you were going to cry.

“Yesssssssss,” you hissed.

“Taking me so well,” he told you just as he bottomed out. He pressed against you and laced his fingers with yours before pulling out and slamming back in. Once he saw that you could handle him, he picked up his pace.

He let go of your hands and caged you in with his arms as he pounded you into the mattress. You cried out and moaned with every thrust, pushing against him, so the sound of slapping skin was even louder.

“You’re a good fucking girl, aren’t you?” he groaned. “Not gonna last long,” he warned.

“Don’t care. Fuck me!”

“I got a better idea.” He pulled out of you and sat before pulling you onto his lap. “How about you fuck me?”

“Yes, sir.” You reached back and held his cock up as you slid yourself back onto him. You held onto his knees and bounced on him.

“Fuck yes,” he moaned, then slapped your ass. “Feels like you don’t wanna let me go.”

“Maybe I don’t,” you whined, bouncing on him harder.

He pulled you back against him so that your back was against his chest and wrapped his arms around you.

“Fine with me,” he said before thrusting up into you like his life depended on it. He turned your head with his free hand so that you were looking over your shoulder and kissed you hard. It was sloppy and uncoordinated, but it didn’t matter.

“I’m gonna cum,” he breathed in your ear. “Where? Hm?”

“Inside. Cum inside of me, Simon.”

“Ah fuck!” He gritted his teeth and fucked up into you. Before long, his thrusts faltered, stopping altogether as he pushed deep into you and filled you. It felt like he would never stop, and even when he did, he kept thrusting and swirling his hips weakly.

He rested his head against your back and caught his breath.

“I want to stay inside you forever,” he said breathlessly.

You both eventually peeled yourselves away from one another and showered together. Now you were lying in his bed, tracing his scars.

“You think we should tell Johnny?” he asked.

“No way! We wouldn’t hear the end of it then. Let’s leave him in the dark. Pretend to be mad at each other for a little longer,” you suggested.

“I like the way you think,” he said.

You looked up at him—he still hadn’t pulled down his balaclava. You wondered if he even noticed.

You kissed along his jaw, the stubble pricking your lips slightly.

“Is it wrong that I want you to stay tonight?” he asked.

“No. I’ll stay if you want,” you told him.

“Thank you,” he murmured.

Maybe letting you stay was his way of making up for the time he sent you away.

Whatever it was, you savored it. It felt natural to be in his arms, almost like you were always meant to be there.

[part II]

[hollyhomburg]

i only had one fic idea traveling this weekend, and it was an ot7 x reader werewolf au where they both move into houses across the street on this little inlit, her house is maybe 1/6 the size of theirs but it's a cozy little cottage with a leaky chimney but sturdy walls made from polished sea stones.

it's almost certianly too cold for the winters and honestly, seokjin (beta) can't even belive someone would rent it out for all four seasons. but the first taste of the new neighbors scent along the hills says diffrent- human. none of them like humans very might but first meeting goes plesantly enough.

The rest of bts live in this big old pack house that always has it's lights all lit up and music playing from it that echoes across the water. tangling with the sound of crashing waves and the singular fishing vessel that the pack has (yoongi and seokjin's passion project)

she's very very skittish of them at first because she's human and werefolk are a bit of a plucky sort with so many diffrent traditions and to remember. is it bad to shake hands? to ask about their jobs? meeting is tense if not a little shy, but thats mostly because she's tired, she's been though alot- enough that she has seeked out a little bit of safety and privacy here, one the edge of the ocean where the grass grows thick and the tire tracks grow scant.

life at the cottage is calm if not for the new neighbors, who have strange habits- like makeing grilled meat outside at least once a week with smoke that buffers heady and strong. the first time she see's them running across the beach in their shifted forms it's because the nightmares have woken her again and she's out on her back porch. the sound of thundering paws, sandy fur, dark fur like the soils from the south, and a curly one with fur the color of sand.

there is only one not shifted, the one with bright eyes and an even brighter smile that asks and says they'll go somewhere else if the running will disturb her. but it won't and she's too tired to think about what she wants or needs. she invites him to sit and togeather they watch the 6 others bound across the sand, dragging their claws through the seafolm and yipping high into the clear muddy air. rough housing along the seagrass in their big pup forms and hoseok- the pack alpha- asks if the howling at night bothers her- they can be quiet.

she says it doesn't but it still rattles her little windows.

and maybe she's skittish around them because something happened to her with a shifter once (im imagining big scars across her back, maybe one morning when yoongi (alpha) and tae (also alpha) are running they see her swimming. the lines across her back rising up out of the ocean, and the alpha feels himself filled with a rush of protective instinct, the thing that says this pup might need them. might need a little bit of extra protection.

he also might start sleeping on her porch but regardless of that- they are very good neighbors, the omega's (minnie and joonie maybe) bring her over fresh food and maybe even invite her to the next time they barbecue outside and she brings food from her culture and they try to teach her how to make perfect lettuce wraps and when she walks home half of them go with her too even if it's just a few feet.

maybe they recognize the way that she looks at the shadows, the howling of the wind more daunting and so much less comforting than the sound of wolf howling has become. It's almost like she's waiting for something to jump out of them

i also wanna talk about pack alpha hoseok and how he'd be the most intimidating presence that she kinda couldn't stop herself from looking at. Maybe their dance around each other stops when she's on her way home from the store he meets up with her on accident and carries her groceries home.

And then they happen upon each other on a beach walk too and he says he always has trouble finding shark teeth in the sand even though they're the youngest alphas favorite. maybe he thinks nothing of it but then later a few days later there is a little pile of them sitting in a abalone shell that the pack keeps by their front door,

and one day she finds that jk has left her a little gift- tiny shark tooth earrings that match a necklace that he has (something that is maybe a first courting gift, if wolves courted humans, which they dont).

and maybe dinners start to become a weekly thing and sometimes namjoon can't resist bundling her up in one of their pack scented blankets to go home with- the omega in him unable to resist the need to have her smell like them- even if she can't scent them back.

i'm also pictureing maybe some secret reason why she moved to the cottage, maybe an abusive ex-husband that just wouldn't leave her alone, a shifter too maybe that hunts her down by scent alone.

God, hobi would tear him limb from limb, blood and saltwater soaking into the sand, teeth tearing and biting- maybe he wouldn't even have to be in wolf form to do it. i picture the m/c inches from the ocean- because she'd rather drown than be touched by him again, dragged from the dark water by bruised familiar hands. hobi's soft voice of "i've got you, im not going to let anything hurt you ever again pup"

i don't know if they'd get away with the murder, because on one hand the whole pack had seen him hunt her through the dunes. but maybe they'd be better off just floating him out to sea on one of jin's boats, out to where they know that the sharks gather. their teeth hungry like the wolves too.

After that, she moves into the pack house because hobi says he can't have her far away, even if they only have 50 feet from their doors- thats too much. maybe they turn the cottage into a little office for her so that she can at least have some privacy to do her work, maybe sometimes when she works one of /her/ packmates muscles throught the door to plan themselves curled around her. sometimes if she really needs to concentrate she'll kick them out, but if it's the pack alpha- she'll move her arms and let him rest his massive head across her lap, watching the door for her.