#⧽ ⠀ ⠀ ── ⠀ ⠀ showed you all of my hiding spots ⠀ ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ ⠀ mallory & howard.

[abyssyby]

maybe a turtle

— Kyros thinks his papa is a ghost, but he's not afraid. Wherever Sylus runs, his son will always follow.

ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ: it's kyros's turn!! sylus & kyros!! >0< just wanna say thank you so much for all the love and enthusiasm youve been showing the little twins. theyre so so fun to write about, and im glad there are people out there who enjoy reading about them too. i hope you enjoy this one! ❀-urs

important heads up for context of this story: kyros is (my headcanon) 1/2 of sylus's twin boys. also around 4 years in this one! ᡣ𐭩 read kyros's twin's chapter here ᡣ𐭩

sylus & kyros | sylus x reader | angst, fluff, comfort, sylus's son showing him that there will always be people missing him, dad!sylus, mom!reader

Kyros is scarily quiet. With everyone’s world so bustling and busy, he is often overlooked when he is just standing there. Walking so slowly, his footfalls were silent on tile and carpet. Each step is planted on the ground with care and patience.

Dark crimson eyes open for observing rather than knowing. Still trying to learn the earth beneath his feet and taking his sweet, mellow time with its wonders. 

In his world: his brother Lucian is a fluttering bird, always moving, above the ground, and looming larger than his size. Coming down to make sure to tell Kyros all he sees. 

His big brothers Kieran and Luke are music, loud and harmonious. Bounding around him when they play, moving him and carrying him like a melody. Making him feel an immense joy knowing they are around. 

His mama is apple juice, sweet and comforting. Arms ready to take him in her embrace and sprinkle kisses over his cheeks like the sparkling bubbles in his sippy cup. Kind eyes and a pretty smile, enough to calm big feelings in his little heart. Make him feel safe.

And his papa is a ghost. 

Papa’s presence is carefully threaded into the tapestry of his day. When his eyes open, Sylus is already there to lift him out of his crib for breakfast. When he waddles up to his papa’s bedroom or office door, without so much as a knock, Sylus is already opening it and lifting Kyros up in his embrace. When he’s out of the house— papa’s music plays in the study, papa’s food is in the fridge, papa’s scent is on the couch. 

But papa has been busier these past few days, leaving early in the morning, returning too late at night for Kyros to run up to him at the door anymore. Although Sylus never leaves without sneaking into his bedroom to say goodbye with a kiss on his pudgy cheek or his hair, Kyros just thinks he’s hiding somewhere he cannot reach. 

And each day, he feels that absence. 

For the past few days, he’s asked, “Mama, where papa goes?” 

And mama says the same thing, “On a mission, angel.” 

So he pads over to the couch, on papa’s spot and waits. He wanders by his dizzy-spinning-CD’s and listens to his music. He nibbles on the cookies and crumbs he left in the meantime. Until he comes back. Until Kyros can find him again. 

Papa is a ghost and Kyros is constantly trying to catch him. 

But Sylus isn’t running away. So when he is caught, he submits to the whims of his little hunter.

“Got you.” Sylus startles at the voice. It was too late in the night for anyone in his family to be up still on a quiet weekend. He’d just gotten home from a mission across cities, ones that left his neck with a crick and his head aching with the incompetence of the people he was with. 

So it was a surprise to find Kyros out of the blue, in the dead of night, waddling into the study. Soon, he is climbing up on Sylus’s lap, slowly grabbing a crease in his shirt, hauling his body up the legs, and wriggling to right himself to sit upright. Wedging himself between his papa and his papa’s work. 

“Hello, Kyros.” Sylus says, lips already drawn to his head in a tender kiss. “‘Got’ me?” 

Kyros clasps his hands together, clapping like he was catching a bug. “Like dis.” 

“Mm.” Sylus pushes away from the desk and curls his arms around his son’s body, unconsciously drawing him against his belly. “Papa is a mosquito?” 

Kyros smiles a little, releases a breezy little giggle like wind chimes on a warm summer day. “No. Papa not mosquito.” 

Sylus’s heart flutters at the sound. “Then why did you catch me—“ he imitates the catching with one large hand. “—like this?” 

Kyros lingers on the metaphor a little longer. Watching his own hands open and close, distracted by how they move. Sylus notices and imitates the movement with him while he waits for a response. 

Finally, it comes when Sylus closes his hand around Kyros’s little fingers, drawing him back to the conversation. “Gotcha.” 

Kyros laughs again, prying large fingers off his hand and then patting them. Sylus asks again, wriggling his fingers over his happy, squeezed-crescent eyes. “Why did you catch me, angel?” 

Kyros catches his hand and hugs it to his chest. His tone is patient, like how you would explain how soup is meant to be cooled down before you slurp, but with the hint of you should know obviousness. “Is i’cause you quick, papa.”

“I’m quick.” Sylus nods, affirming his ideas. “Papa has long legs.” 

“I haves tiny-tiny legs.” Kyros runs with the thought. “And i’cause Kyros is slow.”

Sylus’s lips quirk. “Slow? My Kyros?” 

“A-huh. Like turtle.” he’s moving again, small hands petting against Sylus’s chest, head bobbing side to side to imitate a turtle’s scooting on the sand. 

“I see.” Sylus has seen you read the boys that book before bedtime. Lucian asked all the questions and acted out all the running. Kyros always just sat there and blinked like he was downloading your voice. “And is papa the hare?” 

He thinks a little, looking up at Sylus like he was picturing him with big ears and buck teeth. He shakes his head at the image. “No, papa is papa.”

“Ah,” Sylus tilts his head, considering. “I mean, is papa like the hare? Fast?” 

Kyros nods then, getting the semantics now. “Papa like’a hare. And— and like a horse. And a race car. And flyin' ‘Pisto.” 

Sylus chuckles something sincere, finds rest in his son’s voice listing the many fast things he is like. His presence was a calm rush of fresh water over his aching bones. It doesn’t even cross his mind that he snuck out of his bedroom past his bedtime. He just listens, breathes him in, grateful. For being a tether to follow back home from being someone other than papa. 

He’s here, he promises, he’s listening. Despite the way his arms begin to slacken around Kyros’s body. Despite the way his eyes droop slowly, and the voice he listens to sounds like it’s wandering further down a tunnel he cannot see the end to. Slowly being engulfed by the crackling fire in its hearth. He takes a deep breath, he’s listening… so close to sleep— 

“… and leave Kyros behind.” Ice runs through his veins. 

Bleary eyed, but alert, he blinks at Kyros in confusion. “What… what was that, Kyros?” 

Kyros is already staring up when he peers down. There’s a look on his face that resembles when he is about to get in trouble. He’d heard the tone of Sylus’s voice, and if his children are anything they are incredibly perceptive. 

So Sylus breathes, meets him where he was and tries again. “You think papa leaves you behind?” 

The look of guilt on Kyros’s face remains as he nods. He doesn’t know just why he feels bad for telling Sylus the truth, only feels that something has changed. The quiet isn’t so warm anymore, and papa is taking careful breathing breaths like he does when he’s a little scared. 

And Sylus slips, fall headfirst down a mudslide of his own painful thoughts. Suddenly, every moment with Kyros leading up to now is a focal point— why did he stay awake until he got back? why would he say these things if he did not feel it so strongly? why would he look so sad, so betrayed at the thought if it weren’t true? 

And the truth— Sylus is so used to being a shadow if not the wind, of smoke and feathers, of disappearing without notice, of leaving no crumbs to follow. Of being alone. 

Even after all these years, he still fails to remember that he is no longer who he was. No longer a beast in isolation, no longer a monster that is feared. 

Now, he is a partner, a father. And the people who look for him aren’t always trying to kill him. And the people who witness his absence do not celebrate it, but miss his presence. 

The people who need him now need him not for his wealth or his power or his influence— they just need him. To be present, to be loving, to be here.

And now he knows, he is told, that he might be failing at that too. He opens his mouth to speak��� apologize, explain, fix, something—but Kyros beats him to it. 

“Papa,” Kyros says carefully. He’s sensed the turmoil. The way papa, again, has disappeared despite being here in front of him. He rises to his knees, reaching up to plant his hands on Sylus’s cheeks— just as mama does— and ushers him back. “Papa, wait for me.” 

Sylus is thrown another blow to the gut. Another world-shattering glimpse into the true meaning of his son’s presence here now.

Sylus doesn’t just disappear physically. He runs, sprints, shoots off emotionally too. Leaving his family for the tide of shame that consumes him. Leaving his son to wonder what he said wrong that made him drift away once more. 

“Kyros…” he swallows, voice so soft it breaks at the edges. Chooses words carefully. His large hands come up to cradle soft cheeks back as he whispers, “Papa is here. I’m here, angel.” 

Kyros’s face brightens at the touch. The way Sylus squeezes his face fondly. “Hi, papa.” 

His poor heart shatters. His eyes prickle and his nose burns. He overturns all the memories and things he's done in his life to deserve this— and helplessly finds nothing. And yet, here he is. He rasps, “Hello, Kyros.” 

“Papa waiting?”

“Papa waiting.” 

“Papa wait and—and Kyros catch.” Kyros pats his hands gently on Sylus’s cheeks this time, literally catching father’s rough edges in his soft, tiny palms. Unknowingly catching his unwinding sanity, his breaking heart, and his fraying soul too. 

It floors him, drives him into the ground in a harsh wreck. How once he held Kyros’s newborn frame in a cradle of his two hands. And now, somehow, Kyros holds the entire weight of him. 

And to Kyros, it feels like he weighs nothing at all. 

Sylus watches fondly. His son, with his eyes and his hair, but your determined expression. Your patience. Your understanding. Your forgiveness. Your love.

This gift, you’ve carefully poured into this boy, who now generously douses him with it. 

“Kyros will always catch papa?” his voice shakes when he asks, deft fingers brushing messy hair away from sparkling eyes. A hope. A wish. 

Kyros takes a while to answer questions only because he likes the thinking part of it all, but for this one, he answers immediately. “Yes. I good at it.” 

His eyes close and his breath returns to him. He bows his head in his hold; a dragon succumbing to his hunter. He agrees. 

Kyros is always looking enough to see, smart enough to notice, patient enough to understand, and slow— devastatingly and achingly slow enough for Sylus to realize and do the same, to feel the same. To be pulled into his orbit as a planet to the slow burning sun. 

The lump in his throat melts and trickles away. Feels a wound once poorly stitched—reopened, disinfected and bound together again with better trappings by smaller, gentler hands. 

Of which their owner is trusting because he knows nothing else. And his son proves time and time again that his failures in this life and the last or any other life before, does not equate to the man they see now. Does not carry over to his papa. 

Kyros asks for nothing, but for him to wait. To be caught. To slow down. To stay.

The tears fall before he even takes notice. He doesn’t pull away or hide. He practices what he is asked for. He keeps still, and tilts his forehead to make contact with his son’s. “Thank you, Kyros.”

Kyros presses back, unsure why papa is crying, but happy with his touch. His presence. Clumsy fingers wipe away salty tears, which Sylus’s lips chase with kisses. “You welcome, papa.” 

He vows then, in the tranquil bubble his son has created for them, that he even when he cannot figure out what he did to deserve him, he will be what he deserves. A ghost that can be caught. A hare that celebrates the turtle’s wins. 

“What can papa do for you, my turtle?” he scoops the little boy up by the armpits and lets him rest on the crook of his elbow. 

Kyros presses his nose to Sylus’s jaw and hums. An all too familiar action again from a bigger, more motherly source. “Apple juice, pease?”

“Before bedtime?” Sylus asks, voice lilting in amusement. Though he’s already pushing his chair back and standing, with every intention to deliver. 

Kyros blinks back, eyes mirthful and sparkling. Sylus’s chest caves, he is brought to his knees at the sight. His fingers come up to pinch full cheeks, having a mind of their own.

“Ma bub, pease?” Sylus laughs, loud and resonant, at your tactics of persuasion making their way to your children now. My love’s lips press adoring kisses to his temple. 

Kyros wounds his short arms around Sylus’s neck, giggling like he knows he is his powerful and untouchable father’s weakness. Ever grateful for his presence, a too big feeling for his too little body to make sense of for now. But it is there. 

The halls echo the sound of humming, deep and rusty— a practiced lullaby whose notes are bent and twisted, but perfectly aligned to the little ears that listen.

And Sylus walks slowly, his footfalls muted against the tile and carpet. Memorizing the current weight of his too-quickly growing baby against his chest, the warmth of his breath against his collar and the tenderness of his embrace. Ceaselessly chasing these moments so as not to miss a single one. Remembering to be still once he is there.

He clings just as much as Kyros does to this love— gentle, quiet, here— if not more.

𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

“Hate ‘ishuns!” Kyros’s voice pulls you from the trenches of sleep. You make a tired, inquisitive sound like you were simply lost in the conversation.

“Hmm?”

“Shh,” he is scolded. For a moment there is quiet again, and just the static in the air, and so you start to drift once more.

“No more ‘ishuns, papa,” Kyros harrumphs and now you open your eyes to the dim light. Beside you, Sylus is seated up against the headboard with Kyros on his stomach— both wide eyed and guilty.

You release a deep breath. “Apple juice, Sylus?”

Sylus winces at your tone. “He said ‘my love’.”

“and pease.” Kyros adds.

“We’ll go, sweetie,” Sylus offers, moving to scoot off the bed, bring their little late night conversation elsewhere.

He plants a kiss to your forehead, and so does Kyros. But neither gets far, for despite your sleep laden haze, your grip is strong on Sylus’s arm. “No. Stay.”

Kyros clears his throat.

You sigh fondly. “Please.”

And so they do.

✧˚ ⋆｡ prev: maybe a dragon (lucian) || read more with the little twins here || more sylus thoughts ✧˚ ⋆｡

thank you for reading!

[mattybsgroupie]

— MATT FINGERS YOU WHILE YOU HAVE TO PEE

you squirm on matt’s lap as he presses his chapped lips against your neck, opening his mouth and lightly sucking your skin. his hands travel around your body, forcing your hips down, your clothed pussy rubbing against his hardened dick.

matt’s slender fingers reach your panties, playing with the waistband of your underwear. you let out a soft moan when his digits gently press your clit through the fabric, feeling the wet spot staining the cotton.

however, that wetness wasn’t only from your leaking juices. your bladder has been hurting for a while, the need to release growing stronger. “so wet for me” matt whispers, his index rubbing your clit in circular motions. he goes further, managing to pull the fabric to the side and drag his fingers through your folds, reaching every inch of your pussy.

you gasp when matt pats your entrance, the sudden contact making it harder to hold. he furrows his eyebrows and tilts his head, “what’s wrong?” he asks, concern showing though his tone. you simply deny with your head, not wanting to tell him the real reason why you’re so squirmy. “keep going please” you almost beg, hiding your face on the crook of his neck.

matt finally slips his middle finger in, a loud moan escaping from the back of your throat. “such a tight little pussy” he chuckles at your desperation, sliding himself all the way in and slightly curling his knuckles inside you. your lower belly starts to tighten, not really sure whether you’re close to cumming or peeing yourself.

matt notices how your gummy walls start to pulse around his finger, fastening his pace and reaching your sweet spot — causing you to leak on his hand. he feels the sudden droplets wetting his palm, another confused expression appearing on his face. you don’t move or speak, too embarrassed to admit that you just let out a little bit of pee as matt fingered you.

he chuckles again, slowing his movements. his index reachers your entrance, pushing himself into your leaking hole, adding another finger. “did someone have an accident?” matt coos as you throw your head back and your mouth hangs open, two of his fingers being enough to fill you up entirely. “what is this on my hand hm? did you have to go baby?” he continues to tease, and you let out a sob.

“‘m sorry—” you manage to speak, trying to think of a good excuse. the truth is that you were so deeply lost in his touch you didn’t realize your bladder would have given up that easily. “i can hold it, i promise, just keep going please” you beg, placing both hands on matt’s shoulders, practically fucking yourself on his fingers now that he had stopped.

matt clicks his tongue, a disappointed sigh escaping from his lips. you immediately pout — the last thing you wanted was to be punished for not being able to hold your own bladder. “‘m sorry i didn’t mean it” you panic. his free hand goes to the back of your head, gently tugging on your hair. “finish what you started” matt commands.

“go on” he insists, curling his fingers inside once again. “i bet you still have a lot left in you” matt says, placing his palm on your lower tummy. he pushes it lightly, causing you to whimper. “you must be so full, princess”

“please” you cry, using your last bit of strength to beg. “please ‘m gonna—ah! ‘m gonna pee!” your warn, almost immediately losing control. matt smirks at the sight, feeling the warm liquid spreading onto his hand and down his thighs, completely soaking his jeans. you’re pissing yourself on matt’s lap while he continues to move his fingers inside you, the loud hiss of your release and your small cries taking over the room.

“such a good fucking girl” matt praises, making you even more embarrassed. “making such a big mess for me” he says once you’re finally done. your panties and your cheeks are drenched in wetness as matt plants kisses across you collarbone, trailing towards your neck. he finally picks up his previous pace, thrusting deep inside you. his digits with your cervix and your legs almost give up, your approaching orgasm causing you to tremble.

“cum for me, my messy little girl” matt gives you permission and you finally let go. your pussy gushes out cum and a few drops of pee, emptying yourself on matt’s fingers. your body falls slack against his and you nuzzle your face on his chest, trying to recover from the overwhelming sensation. matt traces patterns on your back, soothing you before placing a kiss on the top of your head, “we gotta clean those pissy panties, hm?”

DAY ONE — finally!!!! here it is to all of you pissy panties!!!! hope you enjoy it and if you wanna be tagged on this special only, please comment on this post! thank you @luvs4matt for helping me with this! 🤍

[icupblog]

Where did the party go? (batfam x neglected reader) This is part 2!! part 1

Your hands shake as you bring the water to your parched lips. The cold embrace of the liquid makes you sigh in satisfaction. The outfit you were wearing suddenly felt too tight and your makeup felt like a second face on top of your own.

This was the biggest moment of your life... so far. Compared to your siblings it wasn't that big but to you, it was everything. You can't think of them now though. Even the mental image of any of your so-called family made you feel bile climb up your throat.

You don't need them, or their validation. After everything that has happened you need to forget their harsh words and unforgiving cruelty.

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2 years earlier

The cold hallways recognised your presence as you walked through them. You feel like a zombie, knowing who you were but pulling your body away from your brain, your mind slowing down as every-time you take another step a part of your image dies.

Maybe you were dramatic, maybe you were immature, maybe if they actually cared you wouldn't be. Your hands shake as you grip a bannister. Where were you going again. You didn't even know. Eventually you came to the familiar scene of the kitchen.

The sink was filled with dishes, had they eaten dinner already? what time was it? You hadn't even realised. All you could think of was that mask, his mask. Your supposed brother. The empty eyes that he would stare at you with when he slowly cut your skin open.

You were about to leave, the thought of food in your body made you feel sick. When you saw him. He never showed you his face but you could recognise him anywhere. He could never hide from you. You could spot him out from a mile away, seek him out in a crowd easily.

His body was fire, and yours was gasoline and paper. He would ebb away at you until all that was left was ash. His pupils widened in recognition at you. "name...hi" You couldn't move, he would attack you, throw you against the wall. As he slowly reached towards your shoulder you winced.

Was this some kind of cruel joke?, did the universe hate you that much? "listen, I-I'm sorry, I wasn't in my right mind and-" your breath became shallow. "I guess I took it out on you" tears filled your eyes, this is it, he came back to kill you. "besides me and Bruce are trying to work things out so-" he took his hand off your shoulder and put it behind his head. He wasn't touching you, could you escape? "maybe we could be a real family-" You bolted, you couldn't stay still anymore, you ducked under his arm and ran past him. Back to your room back to safety.

Turns out Jason's presence was not in fact a joke. He became part of the family, Or maybe he always was. He would make inside jokes with Damian, learn sign language for cass (something you had done when you first met her, not that she noticed). He would even hang out with Tim and Stephanie two people who could not physically stand to be around you for more than five minutes. Maybe in some way you wanted his attention because maybe if you had his you could be part of that family.

It got worse the more Dick came round, his cheery aura meant the family would constantly be around each other. And you were not part of that family. They would have movie nights (without you), hang out at arcades (without you) and even spend Christmas together (they would always forget to buy you presents). Even Bruce went along with them for gods sake, were you really worth so little? Just because you weren't in spandex? You were so insignificant that Alfred just referred to you as 'miss' almost as if he had forgotten your name.

In these moments you would think back to times when your mother held you in her arms as you opened your presents, it was never anything expensive but you would cherish every one, no matter how much it cost. When she smiled her eyes would crinkle, you always wanted that, a life full of smiles and laughter. Yet for some reason you only got sadness.

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Present day

When you asked a Wayne child what they wanted to be when they were older they normally answered with something artistic and niche like when Damian said he wanted to be an artist. Except you knew he would be even more insufferable if he was one so you thought he was better staying in the tights. Or Cass wanting to do ballet, not Cass you mentally scold Cassandra, when has she ever asked you to call her Cass.

You on the other hand wanted to make an impact, a small irreversible dent on the world (not literally). So now that you are 18 you study law. Is it difficult? yes, but weirdly rewarding. Getting out of Gotham made you realise how shitty that place really is. The air felt like it was choking you and the overall atmosphere felt heavy. Moving to Metropolis was like getting a weight lifted off your shoulders.

You were able to get a scholarship with a college you had great friends. You loved how bright it was all the time, and you weren't being kidnapped every other month, you were feeling amazing.

You had made a life for yourself, a somewhat stable, broke, happy life. What you didn't expect was for the family to remember you or even worse miss you...

yippee I made another one!!

there might only be one more chapter for this series because I'm on exam leave and I'm sick but thank you for all the support!! <3

[dameronspector]

Getaway Car (Part 2)

Pairing: Manny Alvarez x GN!Reader, Joel Miller x Platonic!reader, Ellie Williams x Platonic!Reader

Summary: After a tough escape to Jackson, you end up getting taken in by none other than Joel Miller. Still hurt by Manny's actions and the heartbreak, you discover for the first time what it means to be surrounded by family since you were 14 years old. And you'd do anything to save this family, but you were still holding out hope for your love to come back home.

Warnings: Cursing, Angst, Hurt/Comfort from Joel, Joel is a father to Reader, Reader misses Manny so much, Mentions of Depression and Panic Attacks, Death, Blood, Gore, Starvation, Joel Miller Is Saved, Reader hates Abby and the group, Manny begs for forgiveness, reunions, that’s all i think!

AN: this part includes: how did Reader build relationships with joel, Ellie and the others. And ofcourse the incident and how Reader saves joel. I’m deciding to split this into three parts now because this is just inspiring me sm. (Sorry if this isnt good I’m editing this at 4 am help)

PS: I don't know anything about the game, my characterisation is based off the wiki information, the show and my own imagination. Plus, I headcanoned the QZ where they first met as Miami because that's Danny's hometown.

Somewhere near Jackson, 2023

You don’t know where you are or what day it was- all you knew that you had to keep going—you had to keep moving and stay vigilant. Max, your beloved horse, was a strong and supportive companion in your lonely journey. You thought he might’ve sensed your heart ache somehow as he would nuzzle closer to you every time you touched foreheads. In return, you made sure to find food and shelter for him, if not for you, as you were too depressed and tired to think about your own health.

Travelling solo across the country was triggering, as you were reminded of the time that you were on the run with your parents. And since then, you were always accompanied by Manny or the others. When you camped down at night, you kept yourself awake by revisiting all the happy moments with your Manny or by crying over him. The way he caressed your head when you were sleeping, the way he held your hands, the way he would crack jokes to cheer you up, his stories from back home—everything. You missed his scent, you missed that he wasn’t here to warm you up in the biting cold at night. You knew he must be losing his mind right now, the inability to protect you and not being able to see you making him insane. But you also knew you had to do this. For you, and as a human being.

The journey wasn't easy. You had some encounters with clickers and managed to roughly escape some raiders with minimal injuries. You tried your best not to stay at one place for a long time and even if you did, you would either hide out in high rise buildings or abandoned homes. Somewhere that had four walls to protect you and Max. Camping out in the open sent your mind went into overdrive as even the smallest of sounds sent you over the edge. So you tried your best to avoid open spaces. All of this was taking a toll on you mentally as you grew more and more paranoid, Manny’s smiling face in the back of your mind was the only thing that kept you alive.

According to the map, you were closer to Jackson now, the thought keeping you motivated to keep pushing. You hadn’t had a proper meal in days. You felt dehydrated and hungry, the feeling of exhaustion taking you back to when you were 14. You tried focusing your eyes in front of you, lazily guiding Max, but you could feel that fuzzy feeling in your head, your eyes slipping shut and your hands constantly dropping the reins, the crisp and cold air making it harder to focus. Max nodded his head and tried to get your attention with a grunt, but you were too far gone and you eventually passed out against his mane, leaving him grunting and neighing, standing still on the spot until he heard someone approach.

Jackson, 2023

“Joel! I see a horse!”, Ellie yelled out to get Joel’s attention. Joel rushed over to Ellie’s side. “You see someone on it?” “I don’t think so, can’t see properly from here.”

Joel nodded and slowly made his way over to the horse, his gun raised and a hand asking Ellie to stay behind the bushes. As he approached the horse, he noticed how the horse kept nodding his head and tried to turn his head behind, as if asking Joel to look over there. Joel held out a hand to soothe the horse and that’s when he noticed someone passed out on the horse’s back.

“Hey, easy, easy. That’s it, that’s a good boy”, he cooed to the horse to calm him down and walked over to check on you. You looked…bad, to put it simply. Your skin was pale, clothes dirtied and you looked sickly because of the lack of food and water. Joel furrowed his eyebrows- he could tell you had come alone, all the way to Jackson, from somewhere far and he understood that the moment he took a look at you. You carried a single backpack, probably filled with essentials only, no visible weapons on you or anything suspicious. You looked young, Joel noted- must be in your late 20s.

Joel stuffed his gun back into the holster and shook you by the shoulders, “Hey- hey, kid? You okay?” You stirred a little at his voice but you were so weak that you slipped from the saddle. Joel immediately caught you in his arms and carefully got you down from the horse. “Fuck- hey-Ellie!”, Joel grunted out. Ellie rushed out from her hiding place and came over to support your legs and helped Joel lift you in his arms.

“Shit, are they okay?”, Ellie asked in concern, taking in your pale and fragile form. Your head lolled into Joel’s chest and he let out a sigh.

“No idea. Likely dehydrated and passed out from exhaustion. Don’t see any injuries or nothin’”, eyebrows furrowed in concern, Joel looked you over once again. You stirred lightly against him, your eyes blearily opened and tried to focus on the person holding you. “Manny…”, you slurred out, Joel strained his good ear to hear you clearly, but to no avail as you were delirious and your speech unclear.

“They’re out of it. We need to take ‘em to the clinic right away. You take the horse to the stables, have him checked, okay?”, Joel instructed Ellie and she nodded her head before carefully taking away Max with her. Joel hoisted you up in his arms and made his way over to the clinic.

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You woke up to a persistent beeping. The first things you noticed were that your head was pounding, your body aching all over, mouth feeling like someone had stuffed cotton in it and you felt a soft surface under your body. Opening your heavy eyes took a lot of effort, your vision blurry and your mind confused about your whereabouts. When you finally managed to focus your eyes, you noticed the room you were in, it looked like a hospital room and you were lying on a bed. Your initial reaction was to panic, thinking the Fireflies or FEDRA managed to capture you somehow. Your heart rate shot up on the monitor and the nurse came over to soothe you, “it’s okay, relax. You’re safe, I promise.”

You opened your mouth and winced at how dry it was, licking your dry lips to get some moisture back. The nurse seemed to notice this and offered you a glass of water, which you drank gratefully. “Where….am I?”, you managed to croak out in a scratchy voice. The nurse gave you a sympathetic smile, “You’re in Jackson, sweetheart. You were out for a full day.”

You paused. You reached Jackson? You actually managed to reach Jackson? Your eyes immediately filled up with tears out of relief. And then you remembered Max. “M-my, my horse? Where is he? Is he okay-” “Yes, he’s alright! We got him checked, he’s healthy. Joel and Ellie saved you, honey. You looked very weak, they found you passed out on your horse. Thank god Joel decided to bring you here right away”, the nurse struck an idle conversation while she checked your vitals.

You froze. Joel saved you? The person whose arms you felt was him?

“W-where is he?”, you whispered. “Ah, must be home right now. He was here to check on you this morning. He’s said he will come back before dinner. And what’s your name, honey?”

You swallowed, your throat swelling up with emotion and gratitude. “Okay, thank you. I’m (Name)”, you replied to the nurse in a soft voice. She flashed you a smile and went back to writing something on her writing pad. You promptly fell asleep after that conversation, your body too exhausted to stay up.

-

The next time you opened your eyes, they fell on a shadow of a man next to you. For a moment, your foolish heart jumped, thinking it’s Manny but once you focused clearly on the man, you realised he wasn’t. Tall even when sitting, broad shoulders covered by a flannel, hair cropped yet messy, his face was handsome- aquiline nose looked like it was made especially for him, lines of age and gray hair marked his hair and stubble. He suddenly snapped his head up to look at you and your eyes were captivated by the brown pools of his eyes, their colour as rich as coffee and the way they shined with warmth and sadness at the same time.

“Oh, you’re up. How you feelin’ now?”, his low baritone echoed in the empty room. Your face must’ve expressed confusion and he cleared his throat to introduce himself, “Sorry, ‘m Joel. Found you by the perimeter fencing. And don’t worry, your horse is safe in the stable”, he reassured you in his smooth voice. Your eyes widened in realisation, “Joel?”, you breathed out, “T-thank you for saving my life. I’m sorry for coming into your town like that but I had no other option. I just- thank you, Joel.”

Joel’s face flashed with surprise. For someone who was probably traumatised from the journey, you were a very courteous person. Joel was kind of impressed and suspicious of your attitude. He’s had enough experience to know the cheap tactics of enemies, acting kind at first and striking later was a classic move. But he didn’t get that vibe from you. Here you were, exhausted and grateful with tears in your eyes, miles away from home and yet you looked like you wanted to be here.

Joel nodded his head, a look passing over his eyes, “Yeah. You rest now. The doctor said you’ll be discharged by today evening. You can ask the nurse if you wanna get somethin’ to eat, she’ll tell you the directions. And uh, you’ll have to debrief with Maria, the council head. Nothin’ serious, just normal stuff like where’d you come from n’ all that. Okay?”

Your face twisted in stress, the thought of going out in a community and facing people while knowing that you’re an Ex-Firefly was enough to send you into a panic attack. You weren’t sure how to proceed with this information and how would you talk to Joel about it. They’d shoot you then and there, you’re sure of that. Joel seemed to have sensed this, “Hey, kid, relax. Nobody’s gonna hurt ya. I’ll come with you, if you want. I’ll send Ellie to keep you company till then, okay?”, Joel tried to soothe you. You swallowed painfully, your throat still scratchy, and offered him a short nod.

-

Joel left your room and Ellie took over his place. You liked her right away, she was a really lovely and funny girl and so helpful, you thought you’d already made a friend in her. She helped you get discharged and kept you distracted with her idle chatter. “You wanna get something to eat? We can go to the canteen to have something, it’s dinner time anyway. Or you can come over to our-Joel’s house and eat there? He’s asked me to keep an eye on you, so”, she asked casually while helping you walk out of the room.

“Um-I don’t really want to…eat in front of everyone”, you replied hesitantly with a hoarse voice. You haven’t talked much since you got here. Ellie looked at you with sympathy, she understood that you felt uncomfortable to be around so many people after being alone for days. “Yeah, of course. I’ll drop you off at his house and get a plate for you, that okay?”. You nodded your head tersely.

The two of you made your way out of the clinic and a shadow appeared next to you. “How’re you feeling, kid?” Joel.

You looked up at him and gave him a weak smile. “I’m okay.”

“You goin’ somewhere?”, he asked Ellie and she explained that you weren't comfortable with eating in the canteen and wanted to be somewhere away from judging eyes. He seemed to contemplate for a moment before offering, “If ya want, you can come to my house. You'd give company to Ellie as well”, he mumbled that last part and looked at Ellie with hope in his eyes. Ellie side eyed him and shifted her gaze away, focusing on the street in front of her. Your eyebrows quirked in interest and you paused, is Ellie the same girl..?

You looked at him solemnly. “Is that okay with you? I can totally just eat in the canteen, I don’t mind”, you rushed to add, not wanting to impose in anyway. Ellie looked you and shot you a shocked smile, not expecting the formality, they didn’t see that often. Joel gave you a small nod. “Yeah, that’s okay. C’mon.”

Ellie left you with Joel and walked away to get you a plate of food. Joel watched her go in worry for a moment, and you two began walking towards his house. They had finally given you some layers to put on, the autumn breeze was crisp, making your face cold in a pleasant way. Joel didn’t talk much, only speaking when spoken to or when he had to lay out any information, and you were glad for it. Your mind was too noisy to make any conversation right now and your eyes were too busy taking in Jackson. This was an actual town. You still couldn’t believe it. The people, the laughter of children, smoke coming out of chimneys, wires overhead, a constant mumble of chatter around you- your ears were ringing. You haven’t heard or seen such a normal and mundane scene in years.

The wonder and overwhelm must’ve been clearly visible on your face because it got a chuckle out of Joel. You turned your head to look at him. “Swear Ellie had that exact same look on her face when we walked through the gates.” You froze at his words. If Ellie was with him when he came here, then- oh god. She was the girl who Jerry was operating on. You felt bile rise up your throat. She was so young. The gravity of the situation hit you harder and you felt your insides curl with anger at the Fireflies, at the WLF, at Abby and at...Manny.

You forced yourself to let out a chuckle, your cheeks warming up from embarrassment. “Haven’t seen so much…life around me before. I swear I might even hear the electricity buzzing through the wires”, you joked lightly. Joel gave you a half smile, “Yeah, I get that. We jus' got here as well, few weeks ago.” You swallowed in guilt at that but also grateful that him and Ellie could escape Salt Lake and settle down here. “Yeah? That’s-that’s great. I’m glad you found a place to settle down”, you replied in a quiet voice and Joel stared at you in question, sensing a slight change in your mood. He decided to let it go and chalked it up to you still recovering.

You two finally reached his house and you took a moment to just stand on the driveway to stare at it. This was a whole, functioning house. An actual house that wasn’t just a hideout or a shelter or some dilapidated building. A house that looked like someone lived in it and that sent a pang through your heart, wishing you had Manny next to you. This should’ve been you and Manny entering your own house, him cracking jokes and flirting with you while your giggles echoed through the garden. You don’t even know where he is right now or if he was even alive. That thought made your eyes well up with tears and your chest hurt.

Joel turned around to see that you had stood still on the driveway, seemingly in a trance. Eyes shining with tears, you couldn’t avert your gaze from the house. Joel furrowed his eyebrows. You were so out of it since you got here, not even speaking a word to anyone or complaining about anything, Joel thought that you must’ve experienced something so numbing that you had lost all your energy and spark—he could relate to that. The way you kept making them comfortable as if you weren’t the one who was new to their town and as if you didn’t need care, almost made him laugh, in a good way. You were a good kid, he thought, feeling his fatherly instincts take over. He made his way over to you to shake you out of your trance.

“(Name)?”, he lightly shook you by the shoulders and you jumped. He raised his hands up and stepped back from you. “It’s okay, we’re here. This is my house. You wanna come in?”. You blinked your eyes rapidly to get rid of the tears and curtly nodded your head, making your way towards his living room.

You got hit by a comforting warmth and a smell of coffee as soon as you stepped foot into his house. The dark interior making it look cosy, like a library. There were several paintings hung around the house and it was decorated in little knick knacks, the dining table and coffee table having two forgotten cups each and a blanket thrown over the couch. It was home. And you didn’t know him, but it somehow screamed Joel.

You took a deep breath in, inhaling the comforting scent of coffee and wood and closed your eyes in contentment. After living an unstable and rough life since you were 14, you finally had a place where you could be you. The apocalypse was still out there, but here? Here, you could pretend that everything was okay and here, you could wait for your love to come back home. Joel noticed your reaction and his eyes shined with sympathy, tossing a small smile towards your way.

"Uh-after you have your dinner, we'll have to drop you off at the courthouse right away. That okay?", Joel asked you, breaking you out of your trance. You nodded and he spoke up again. "I didn't ask before but, where'd you come from?"

You stiffened up. You weren't going to drop a bomb on him right away so you decided to lie, you knew you would regret this later because Joel was too sharp to miss it. "I-I’m from the Miami QZ. Before coming to Jackson, I was at the Denver QZ", you confessed shakily.

Joel furrowed his eyebrows in shock. "You came all the way from Miami and Denver alone? That's halfway across the country", he questioned you gruffly. You swallowed thickly, this was a mistake. Joel was way too wise and experienced to catch your lie, you knew that. "Uh-yeah. I mean- I was alone from Denver. Left behind the group I was travelling with…we had left Miami a few months ago for Denver."

Joel narrowed his eyes at you, "A group? Why would you leave your group behind?"

You cleared your throat before answering, "Well, I wanted something else. Didn't agree with their ways, so I decided to move on", you shrugged, your hands clenched in tight fists. Joel stared you down with that steely gaze of his and you almost faltered before he nodded his head. “Alright, well, Settle down.”

-

After Ellie came back, you had your food and you ate it in silence, minus the chatter and questions from Ellie. You noticed some tension between her and Joel but kept quiet because you had just met them. She asked you your name, where you were from, how did you find Jackson, and so on and you answered her questions sincerely, hiding some of the facts for now. She was such a curious kid, it made you sad to even think that if it wasn’t for Joel, she wouldn’t have been here. Her infectious energy even made someone as stoic as Joel let out some chuckles. You felt a clear bond between the two- Joel always looked at her with so much care and love that it made you jealous. You haven’t had a parental figure to look over you since you were 14. You missed them. You blinked away the tears and focused on your food before they walked you to the town courthouse.

There were 6-7 people sitting on the panel. And you assumed that the two people sitting in the middle were the heads of the council. “(Name)?”, the dark-skinned woman sitting in the middle addressed you. You squeezed your fingers together, shifted nervously in the chair. Clearing your throat, you finally spoke up, “Yes.”

“I’m Maria, Head Counselor of Jackson. This is Tommy and the rest of the council. We just want to ask you a few questions about you and how you came across Jackson, is that okay?” Your eyebrows raised in recognition, so this was Maria. You nodded and Maria begun, “Can you state your full name and age?”, you gave her your full name and age and observed as she wrote it down.

“Okay, do you mind telling us where are you from?”

“Yes, I-I was originally from the Miami QZ. But, had to move to Denver a few months ago due to overpopulation in the zone”, you confessed as if you had practiced this lie. Maria nodded her head but her eyebrows scrunched in confusion. “Wait, you traveled across the country alone?”

“No, I had a group with me from Miami to Denver. But I left them behind in Denver because I didn’t agree with their ways and I had learned about Jackson. Was tired of being on the run so…thought I might as well move on.”

The man next to her, Tommy, leaned forward and stared at you in question. You couldn’t help but notice that he looked a lot like Joel and Manny. “You sure you came here just to settle? No people following you or any other motives?”, his gruff voice echoed in the room.

You shook your head vehemently, “No! I came here alone and in peace. I just want a place to stay, lost my parents when I was 14 so I haven’t had a proper home or stable life since then. I totally understand if you don’t trust me but, I promise, I came here in peace”, you confessed truthfully. While yes, you had omitted certain parts of your life but you did want to escape to Jackson to live a peaceful life, hopefully with Manny, but you weren’t sure when would that wish come true. You didn’t tell them about the situation with Abby yet because you needed to talk to Joel, directly first. Involving the council meant you had to go through ‘legal’ processes and you didn’t need all that, nor did you have the energy for it.

Tommy looked at you for a moment before nodding his head in agreement and Maria let out a sigh. “Okay, we’ll have to check your pack before we hand it back to you. I’ll help you pick out a house after we’re done renovating. Till then, you can stay with Joel, if you want”, Maria offered. You simply nodded your head and they excused you. You couldn’t believe it- you were a member of this community now, you were torn between crying in happiness and sorrow. Ellie dropped you off at the house before promptly leaving to hang out with her friends.

There was a pit in your stomach because of the lies that you told in the court but you had decided that you would speak to Joel right away. You stepped into the living room and called out for him, “Joel?”, you walked over to the hallway and called out once more, “Joel? Are you home?”, you noticed a door that was ajar and peeped through it to see Joel sitting a desk, head lowered and hands working on something.

You knocked at the door twice, but didn’t get any response. You furrowed your brows and decided to approach him instead, “Joel?”, he flinched and reached for a tool before he noticed you and put the tool down before letting out a sigh. “Sorry! I’m so sorry, I-i called you out twice and knocked on the door but you didn’t hear me I-” “s’okay, kid. Sat with the bad ear facing the door, not your fault.”

You grimaced. “Bad ear?”

“Yeah, apparently using a gun too many times can do that to your ears”, Joel scoffed and reached for the sanding paper to sand the sculpture in his hands. Your eyes widened in realisation, he was deaf in an ear- no wonder why he didn’t hear you.

Your attention spanned to his work bench. It was littered with wood, tools for woodwork, and a few sketches splayed across the table. “You’re a sculptor?”, you asked in interest, leaning closer to watch his skilled hands work.

Joel let out a breathy chuckle. “Somethin’ like that. Was a contractor back in the day. Noticed some wood lyin' around here and thought I might as well make somethin' out of it. Works as a distraction too."

Your mouth took an 'o' shape as you watched him sand down the sculpture. You smiled to yourself, finding it endearing that someone as gruff as Joel made sculptures in his free time to keep himself busy.

"Why'd you ask for me?", his voice snapped you out of your thoughts. You straightened up and cleared your throat. "Joel, there's something you should know. I needed to tell it to you first", you confessed in a quiet voice, your face twisted in pain like you were dreading this conversation. You noticed how Joel's body visibly stiffened and he turned his attention back to you, his sharp gaze judging you. "What is it?"

You swallowed thickly and shut your eyes. "You can kick me out if you want to but I—I used to be a Firefly. I was stationed at St. Mary's", your voice slipping into a whisper by the end of the sentence, not needing to elaborate further as Joel's eyes widened and his heart pounded against his chest. He knew what you were referencing. He gritted his teeth and clenched his hands into a fist.

"What the fuck are you doin' here? You came here to take her away? To leak whatever information they want? Get out of my house before I-" "No! No, please. Joel, listen to me. I promise, I didn't come here to harm you or Ellie, I swear. Just- hear me out, please", you begged him, your hands stretched out in a placating gesture. Joel clenched his jaw and observed you closely. You weren't carrying any weapons or anything, might as well give you a chance to explain yourself. He nodded at you to continue, and you let out a sigh of relief, your eyes burning with tears.

"Joel, I admit I was a Firefly. But, I don't do that anymore. Not after I found out what they were gonna do to Ellie. It's why I left them and came here, alone. I swear, they abandoned me the moment I disagreed with their plan I-"

"What plan?", Joel asked sharply.

You took a deep breath in and told him the truth, "Joel, they want to kill you. They will come for you. That doctor you killed? He was the father of one of my group members. She's- Joel, she's gone insane. Blinded by rage and vengeance. She's manipulated the whole group into seeking you out and killing you. I couldn't sit and watch so I took out information from the nurses you spared and I left overnight", your voice wavering because of the lump in your throat.

Joel stared at you in disbelief, "Why would they not follow you? Why are you doing this for us? We ain't even know you", he questioned you, unable to understand your motive.

Your face scrunched up in pain, "Because, The Fireflies killed my parents!", you cried out and Joel froze. "Because they keep hurting innocent people and I've been trying to bring them down since I was 14, Joel. They manipulated me into joining them after they killed my parents in front of me. I-I've saved countless of their victims before but if i had stayed back anymore, I would've been killed or abandoned for disagreeing with them or disobeying protocol. When I heard what they did to Ellie...i felt sick and disgusted with myself", you confessed before running a hand across your face to calm yourself down, "And no, they wouldn't follow me because...because someone close to me will cover up for me. But, that doesn't mean they won't find you. The nurses already told them some information on you. Their only aim is to hurt you, to kill you", you let out in a breath.

Joel was standing so still, that you thought he'd stopped breathing. He knew his luck would run out someday, his demons coming back to hurt him but hearing it from you, a stranger, made it very real. He thought of that day in the hospital and he thought about your story. You were nothing less than a guardian angel for him, he was in awe of your perseverance and the humanity that you possessed, to try and bring an evil organisation to an end since you were Ellie's age. Then, he thought of all the nasty work he's done in the past and thought- he doesn't deserve your kindness. That maybe, he's had it coming for a long time and he should just accept it.

He swallowed thickly and responded in a hoarse voice, "Don't tell any of this to Ellie. I'll figure somethin' out. Thank you for telling me the truth, you didn't have to."

You stared at him dumbfounded, "What? Joel-" "She'll lose her damn mind and stop talking to me altogether, I know. But still, don't tell this to anybody, y'hear me? This'll stay between you and me. I won't tell about your past to anyone else either", Joel pleaded in a soft voice.

You stared at him in confusion, your eyes shining with unshed tears and you reluctantly agreed to his conditions. What Joel didn't know, was that you were going to save him from Abby, no matter how much he refused to be saved.

-

Jackson, 2025

It's been 2 years since you were officially a Jackson resident. There were days where you still couldn't believe that this was your life now. You slept on an actual bed, had proper meals, had good clothes to wear, you woke up every morning and met with people, with families, around you, attended community dinners and events- it was surreal. You had a family of your own now-Joel, Ellie, Tommy, Maria, Dina, Jesse and the newest addition to the family- little Benji Miller.

You spent your days either looking after Benji, helping around town or going on patrols with the others. Joel even taught you some wood carving and it helped to bring you and him closer. Soon enough, you looked up to him as a father figure, the way he would fuss over Ellie making you crave that parental affection. He was a natural at that, being a father, his caring and doting side slipping through that cold and gruff exterior naturally. He'd bring you coffee, you'd accompany him on patrols where you jeered with each other, he'd teach you the guitar, you'd go on walks with him- like a normal father and child would.

After that confession, you were sure that you Joel would stop talking to you. But instead, he asked you to move into his house and Ellie was over the moon. She'd spend most of her time with you or her other friends, chatting away or helping with tasks around the town. Very soon, you had found out that her and Joel weren't on good terms ever since Salt Lake and it made you feel guilty that you were somehow connected to that. Joel never brought up that fateful day, trying to bury it ten feet under and asking you to do the same.

As days passed, you found out that Tommy was actually Joel's younger brother and him and Maria were married with a baby on the way. It made you tear up, happy that Joel and Ellie had a family of their own and made your chest hurt in heart break. Joel also shared that he had a daughter that he lost on the day of the outbreak. It made your heart break for him even more and made you understand why he was so protective of Ellie.

It's been two years since you left Manny and you still broke down in his memory. You would never get over it, you were sure of that, for he was such a huge part of your life that it was impossible to forget him and he always left an impact on people with his charm. You often found yourself zoning out and refusing to leave your room, your body numb with the pain in your heart. Joel managed to coax you out most days, Ellie dragging you out the others, but you'd be functioning like a robot. They didn't know why you acted the way you did, assuming it was just because you missed home, but still, they tried to keep you alive. Today was another day like that—you were standing on the porch, holding a hot mug of coffee in hand, staring blankly at the trees lining Joel's fence.

"Good mornin', Kiddo", Joel's quiet yet gruff voice mumbled next to you. You jumped and snapped out of your trance turning to face Joel. "Morning, old man", you threw a smirk at his way, him rolling his eyes in return.

"Ellie..?", he trailed off and looked at the garage longingly. Oh yeah, Ellie recently moved all of her stuff in the garage and has been avoiding Joel like the plague now. You saw the way his heart broke at that, everyday he looked at the garage door with sadness and disappointment lining his features and it broke your heart to see him like that. You had asked him if he wanted you to talk to Ellie but he'd politely shut you down.

"No, Joel. She's gone with Jesse and the others already", you let out an apologetic sigh. He blinked rapidly to get rid of the tears and bit the inside of his cheek. Your heart twisted in empathy for him. "I see...well, how're you? Feelin' alright?"

You pressed your lips into a thin line and turned your attention back to the trees, "I guess." Joel stared at you for a moment before letting out a sigh and sipping his coffee. "Have you ever been in love, Joel?", you asked him quietly.

He froze before inhaling deeply. "Well, there was Sarah's mom. Then, there was Sarah. She was my everything, my whole world revolved around her", he chuckled softly. "I...there was someone but...lost her when we were on our way to Jackson", he admitted quietly. You looked at him with sadness coating your tone, "How did you get over the pain? How did you forget them and move on?"

Joel's eyebrows furrowed. "You don't forget them. They're always in your heart, even if you can't see them. It's their memory that keeps you going", he replied carefully.

"It hurts to remember, Joel", you whimpered. Joel straightened up, alarmed at your sudden display of emotions, and laid a strong hand on your shoulder. "Hey, what's wrong? You wanna talk about it?"

You looked up at him with your tears in your eyes and sniffled. "I- i loved- love someone. But he betrayed me and I left him behind to come to Jackson. We were supposed to spend the rest of our lives here. I don't even know if he's alive now", you broke down in a sob towards the end of that sentence.

Joel's eyes flashed with empathy and he brought you close in a hug, caging you in his safe arms, your head pressed to his chest and whispered a simple reassurance, "Don’t jump to conclusions, Kid. It's okay, let it out.” You hugged him tighter and let out all the bottled up emotions that were choking you for the last 2 years.

Jackson, 2029

Joel was your surrogate father, at this point. Comforting you every time you burst into tears after missing Manny or patching you up after a bad patrol. At first you thought he was just filling up the space that Ellie left in his heart by taking care of you. But one night, he confessed to you that if Sarah was around, she’d be exactly like you and that made you cry like a baby, your arms thrown around Joel and him comforting you like your father would. You had started to jokingly call him ‘Pops’, enjoying the annoyed grunt he would give in return.

You had gotten closer to Tommy and Maria as well, Benji taking a special liking to you since you basically babysat him ever since he was a year old. You were basically a Miller now, Ellie was too, just a little distant and you tried to reassure Joel about it everytime. He thought you didn’t see his sad little face around her, but you did and you subtly tried to distract him by poking fun at him.

It had been tense at the Miller house since last night. Joel and Ellie got into a little disagreement at the New Years Party to which, you had a little disagreement with Ellie because you didn’t like her reaction. Joel was just trying to help her, you’d never forget that look of embarrassment and hurt on his face after she yelled at him, which lead to you telling her to get it to together (do not put a teenager and a 30 year old in a room together). After that altercation, you left the party to follow Joel to the house and gave him company, him strumming the guitar while you read your book and chatted to him idly.

Come morning, you knew something was wrong the moment you woke up. You were supposed to patrol with Jesse but Ellie would be joining you because Joel let her sleep in and went on patrol with Dina instead. It would be awkward with Ellie joining you but you couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was going to happen today.

-

And something did happen today.

Actually, what didn’t happen today would be a better question. Jackson was hit with the worst blizzard it had ever experienced in the last 5 years. And you, Jesse and Ellie were stuck in the middle of it, your radio signals complete busted. Jesse managed to find a rundown 7/11 and you three took shelter in it. You holed your horses into a nearby stable and hid away in the 7/11 for god knows how long. It was then that your radios were suddenly firing away, Amy shouting into it.

“Joel—Dina—-seen them?”

You and Ellie exchanged a look and rushed to stand close to the radio. Jesse picked up the radio and yelled in it for someone to reply before Ellie snatched it from his hands. Ellie asked what happened and you caught Amy’s broken words- Joel and Dina were both missing. You and Ellie were panicking, rushing out of the store to grab your horses. Jesse tried to ask about the directions but Ellie simply told him to go Southwest while you and her would be going Northwest.

Ellie and you rode your horses like your life depended on it. The blizzard was getting worse, harsh winds whipping against your face, ice crystals freezing on your eyelashes and making your vision blurry. Your poor horses- Shimmer and Max- doing their best to run in the knee deep snow. Your breathing was laboured from the amount of effort you had to put in riding your horse, the cold air entering your lungs and making it harder to breathe.

Just as you were feeling like you were running in circles, you came across a lodge and two horses tied to the fence. Joel and Dina’s horses. You looked at Ellie and booked it for the lodge, getting off your horses as quickly as possible and entered into the lodge. The basement was full of wrapped and broken furniture, you and Ellie scanned the area with your guns raised. Just as you were about to take the stairs, you heard noises. Several of them. Some in pain and the two of you rushed up the stairs, you watching Ellie’s six.

Ellie broke open the door from where the noises came from and you saw your nightmare playing out in front of you. Joel was lying down on his stomach, his face bloody, a pool of blood surrounding his knee and he was barely conscious. There was a blonde girl repeatedly punching him when someone tackled Ellie to the ground and that’s when you noticed that it was Abby who stood over Joel.

Your eyes widened and you screamed, “Abby!” The entire room stilled. Every single person in the room turned to look at you and in your panic, you didn’t notice the one person you were dying to see for the past 5 years- “(Name)?”, Manny whispered in disbelief.

But you couldn’t hear him, your ears ringing with anger at the psychotic look on Abby’s face and Joel’s helpless face. Your entire body shook in tremors, you grabbed your gun and fired a shot directly into Abby’s kneecaps. Abby howled in pain, falling next to Joel and Owen rushed to stop you but Manny pushed him away, “Don’t fucking touch them”, pointing a finger at him and coming over to stand in front of you. “Hey, angel? You’re okay? Oh my god, I-”, Manny’s voice cracked and he tried to hold you but you pushed past him to get to Ellie.

“Get your fucking hands off her, Nora”, you threatened Nora with your gun to her head. She looked at Manny and he seemed to have nodded his head and released Ellie, who rushed into your arms. You held her by her shoulders and approached Joel, who was now shakily reaching for you and Ellie.

“Joel��oh my god. Joel. Get up, I’m here now. It’s okay, you got us, Pops”, you offered him a weak smile and he simply whimpered in response. Your lips quivered and Ellie let out a cry before holding Joel’s hand in hers, trying to comfort him. Your eyes then fell on Abby, writhing next to Joel in pain and you clenched your jaw shut before crouching in front of her. You stared at her in disgust. “A coward and a fraud, just like your father, aren’t you?”, you snarled and she stared you down with her bloodshot eyes.

You waved her off and stood up, facing the rest of them and that’s when you finally noticed him- standing next to Owen, his eyes shining with tears and his cheeks splotched with red, his curls were longer now, yet he still looked handsome as ever. He still looked like your Manny and then you remembered the way he had tackled Ellie.

You made your way over to him and harshly fisted the collar of his jacket, your eyes bloodshot with tears and hands shaking in anger. “You…asshole. How dare you touch my sister like that? How could you betray me like this? Why?”, you cried out and released his collar forcefully.

“(Name), please-” “I cried for you. Every single day for the last five years. And he”, you pointed at Joel, “he was the one who reassured me that you’d come back. He was the one who took me in like his own. He was the one who gave my a family. And you…you cowards were cornering an old man to kill him off in a secluded lodge? For whom? For Abby’s fraud of a father?”, you growled, your voice hoarse from the tears you were shedding. “Some fucking friendship you have that you can’t even hold your friend accountable”, you turned around to address them all. Manny averted his gaze in shame, Mel was crying her eyes out, Owen and Nora had the decency to lower their gaze.

“You’ve always been the odd one in the group-”

“Oh, shut the fuck up before I put another bullet in you”, you roared at Abby, shutting her up effectively. And then your eyes fell on another body lying on the ground- Dina. “What the hell did you do to her?!”, you cried out before making your way to Dina and placed her head in your lap. “She’s- she’s just unconscious, I promise. It’s just a sedative”, Mel explained to you in between sobs. You trusted Mel so you nodded your head and removed your jacket before folding it and placing it under Dina’s head, running a hand over her beanie covered head.

You made your way back to Joel, sitting next to his head, rubbing a soothing hand over his shoulder. You couldn’t look at his mangled face without bursting in tears so you chose to look at Abby and channelled your anger and pain towards her. “I’m giving you a choice. You’re either gonna leave with the rest of them peacefully or you’re gonna make it difficult and get a bullet in your heads, each”, you threatened her and looked straight into her eyes before diverting your gaze to look at Manny, who looked like he was fighting with himself.

Abby looked at you in agitation and spoke up, “I’m not leaving before I end this-”, you cut her off and fired another shot, this time on the same arm that was punching Joel. She screamed in pain once again. Owen rushed over to support her and you noticed Manny clenching his hands into fists to stop himself from joining Owen, knowing it’d make you more upset.

You smirked at that, “I warned you, didn’t I? Yet, you chose to do this. And yet, I was waiting for you to come to me, had a whole house picked out for us and everything. I was stupid and I still am, stupid”, you let out a maniacal chuckle which made Manny and Ellie look at you in worry.

“(Name), hey, that’s enough. We- we’ll leave. Please. Stop this”, Owen placated. You turned to look at him, a crazed look in your eyes. “You better leave, because god forbid she is in front of me any longer…I don’t think any of you will be walking out of this room, alive.” Owen swallowed thickly and ordered the others to start packing their stuff.

He picked up Abby in his arms and she struggled against him, hurling loose threats towards you, Joel and Ellie. “I’ll fucking find you, and end the three of you. All at once. Slowly, just like I did to him-”

“I’d like to see you try, Abby. I’ll be waiting for you”, you replied nonchalantly, her threats mere words for you and shifted your focus towards Joel and Ellie. Owen shook his head and carried Abby out of the room, Mel and Nora quickly following him.

Manny was frozen to his spot. “Manny?”, Nora asked him, breaking him out of his trance. His jaw was clenched so tightly that his cheeks were shaking, wet from tears that he didn’t know he shed. He swallowed thickly, all of your memories together rushing through his mind and your agonised face haunting him. He had barely survived these 5 years, believing you to be dead after the first. He decided to push forward like a robot, his face and body devoid of any emotions. Your scarf had lost your scent after the first month apart and he had a breakdown because of that. The more he thought of it, the more he knew that he wanted to stay back with you. He’d do what he had promised himself 5 years ago- beg on his knees for your forgiveness.

Part 3

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AN: sooo originally it was supposed to end here, but I’ve got too many ideas for their patch up. So strap in! 👀

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[lambcultist]

꒰ ♱ ꒱ gf!ellie who was oddly secretive about her 'career' since your relationship began, and you never stopped to question why...�� dark content. hitman!ellie x naive!reader. toxic relationship, manipulation, gaslighting, love bombing. she's literally a murderer, you have been warned + i'm rusty because i've been tired lately, but wanted to get this out because i kept thinking about it ♡ MINORS DNI ( 18+ )

"it's just a job, babe. it's that simple. you never told me you were coming home early, the fuck is up with that?"

you had arrived home with a headache to a near-silent house, not even a whisper, only the faucet running in the bathroom. once you followed the noise, you couldn't get a peep out before ellie spotted your look of horror in the mirror behind her. she cursed quietly and made a pathetic effort in hiding the array of obscene, bloody weapons on the counter from your view with her body, but it was too late.

there isn't any option. you must cooperate, or you will be forcing her hand to her gun, and the barrel to your head. and for her own sake, ellie is praying you will listen.

"it doesn't matter that i came home early, i— i shouldn't have to come home to this—"

"shut the fuck up, if you never came home, you wouldn't have seen me like this," ellie hisses. she keeps her back to you, sparing you nothing but a menacing glare through the mirror as she wipes down her revolver. "you could have prevented this so easily. could've texted, or called."

she yields a fucking weapon, perhaps you shouldn't shout or argue; it may cost your life. truthfully your mind finds it hard to comprehend this. sweet, lovely ellie, who has always been a little overprotective, but not in any questionable sense—until now, that is—she's a killer.

"i'm not the one at fault." you take steps back, speaking more to yourself than ellie by this point, who can't bear to listen to your panicking. "oh my god. oh my god. i have to call the—"

now, this catches her attention. she spins on her heel, hands flying to your wrists to bar you from exiting. "no, you don't call anyone. you don't tell anyone. don't be stupid, baby, god. you know what happens when you call the cops? they take me away from you. that's what happens. you want that? you want me gone?"

fat, hot tears pool in your eyes, spilling down your cheeks as you shake your head. your wrists are rigid, ellie's nails pressing into your flesh with a sickening burn. "no, no, just—"

"you'd fucking betray me like that? after everything i've done for you? i thought you'd be different."

"no!"

"then don't you dare turn me in," she spits. your vision is blurred and your brain foggy, but you can feel the callous look in her eyes. they are like daggers. "i do all of this for you. i do this so we can have a good life. and you'd really just... throw me to the wolves like that, huh?"

"no, no, i won't," you weep, frantically shaking your head now. how could you be so dumb, so selfish? ellie has opened up about her fear of abandonment enough times for you to be conscious of it. you should've remembered how this would hurt her. "i'm sorry ellie, i wasn't thinking."

"fucking hell," ellie mutters, letting go of you finally, critically surveying you up and down. your tears, your weary hiccups and sobs... you are easy enough now. "i'm not a murderer, babe. it's just a job. that's all there is to it."

"okay." she isn't satisfied with your lack of words now, but it is understandable.

"this job.. you know how much blood and sweat it takes? fuckin' look at me. this one didn't go down easy," ellie says. she talks, rambles, to fill the silence in the room. "this one fought. he hurt me. and i do this for us. to pay the bills, the rent, put food on the table, and to buy you whatever shit you want."

you nod along. she lifts her shirt to show you deep, purple marks she has earned, instructs you to watch her clean scratches and cuts she received, and then runs the shower.

"why did you come home?" ellie asks. she is milder now, throwing her black clothing to the ground piece by piece.

"i.. had a headache," you murmur between sniffles.

"why didn't you say that?" she scoffs, reaching for the hem of your sweater. "jesus, baby. could've been looking after you already. shower with me."

you flinch while ellie begins to undress you. she notices, of course, and gives you a warning glare.

"babe, don't be scared. i love you."

for a minute or two beneath the shower head, the water runs pink, the remaining evidence of her crime disappearing. her soapy hands run along your body firmly. her lips press against your forehead and her arms are pulling you in for a cuddle under the water. it should be warm, yet it feels so icy.

"i'm not a danger to you," ellie whispers, kissing your temple before she adds, "as long as you stay quiet."

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[dem0batz]

Love and Deep Charades

Sylus x MC!Reader // Love and Deepspace

Author's Note: This fic was inspired by a combination of Melodic Weave and Immobilized. I apologize for any pronoun switches. Between my various projects, I write in both 1st and 2nd POV and get them flip-flopped sometimes.

Summary: While away at a work retreat, you unexpectedly run into Sylus at a hotel resort on your way to a team bonding night with your co-workers. Unable to reveal the nature of your relationship, you introduce him under a false name to your co-workers. Taking the charade a step further, Sylus introduces himself as your new boyfriend, forcing you to play along and and right into his hands.

🔞Content Warnings: she/her MC!Reader, bratty!MC, Reverse Harem (MC!Reader is at various stages of dating the other LIs and they are mentioned in this fic), implied CNC, “tell me what you want”, teasing, fingering, biting, oral (->f), “good girl”, forced orgasms, multiple orgasms, overstim, “count for me”, pussy spanking, dacryphilia, PIV, orgasm denial, slight Daddy kink

Word Count: ~7k | Read on AO3 | OpaLADS Chapter List

“This is—Skye,” you blurt the first S-name that comes to mind.

Sylus raises a stark eyebrow in your direction, out of sight of your friends’ views with amusement flickering on his face.

“Skye, huh? I’m Tara.”

Your friend offers her hand, which Sylus accepts as she introduces him to the rest of the group. He graciously shakes everyone’s hands with a smile while you roll your eyes behind his broad back. Of course he would be charming and likable with them, while all he did was show up unexpectedly in your life and get on your nerves.

“So how do you know our beautiful, single friend?”

Subtle, Tara.

Though Sylus’s response is more of a surprise than her question.

“I’m her boyfriend.”

You don’t even have time to hide your look of shock, gaping like a fish as everyone turns to you for answers. Tara looks downright betrayed by the news.

Get in line, girl.

“You didn’t tell us you had a boyfriend! Especially one that’s so… tall,” she observes.

“Well,” Sylus purrs, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as he pulls you to his side. Knowing you can’t push him away with your entire group of friends here without blowing his— and your— cover. “It’s new. In fact, I’m still trying to convince her to go on a third date with me but I think this one enjoys the thrill of being chased. Lucky for her, I’m more than happy to oblige.”

“You’re here now! Why don’t you join us, Skye? We reserved a room for karaoke.”

That makes you find your voice again.

“Oh, I’m sure he’s busy, right Skye? It’s such short notice and you mentioned having to work tonight.”

You give Sylus a tight smile that silently conveys Go with it or I’ll arrest you but he doesn’t seem to get the message as his toothy grin sharpens.

“I just finished up, actually so I’m all yours, kitten.”

“Kitten,” Tara squeals, practically melting on the spot. “You both are too cute. It’s settled then!”

As the group passes by to head for the reserved room, your friend leans in to whisper in your ear about how you owe her a girl’s night and tea. You shoot her a placating smile. Once the group is long out of earshot, you spin around to shove Sylus away, though his sturdy frame doesn’t budge an inch. That only serves to irritate you further.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you hiss.

“What do you mean, sweetie? I think that went rather well. Your friends like me,” he gloats.

Scoffing, you cross your arms to contain the burning irritation building in your chest.

“That’s because they don’t know who you really are. I should just arrest you now and save myself the trouble of this charade blowing up in my face.”

Sylus surprises you by resting his arm above your head to cage you against the wall, sucking the breath from your lungs as the two of you are left alone to linger in the resort hall. It’s actually insane how his bicep alone is practically the size of your head, and so is the way your body reacts to it, heart fluttering at the man’s massive frame.

“Then do it.”

“Wh-what?”

Though you try to maintain a semblance of control, your voice shakes. You want nothing more than to slap the cocky grin off his face but the psycho would probably interpret that as flirting.

“Every time we bump into one another, you threaten to arrest me. Fine, I surrender,” he offers his wrists. “What are you waiting for, kitten? This would be huge for your career.”

Your molars grind as you consider the various outcomes, trying to decipher if he’s being serious. Why would the most wanted criminal on two planets suddenly decide to give up his freedom so easily? Nothing Sylus did or said ever made sense. Every moment spent with the him made a swirl of dichotomous feelings bubble up inside you.

Upon first meeting one another, he kidnapped you for three days, even if you had gotten yourself into that situation intentionally. In that time he tried to force a resonance with you, tried to have your protocore illegally altered, and convinced you to shoot him. Only once you realized what you had done and a confusing flood of tears fell, did Sylus’s still form come to.

Surprisingly gently fingers swiped at your damp cheeks.

“Save your tears for the day you actually kill me,” he rasped.

A relief you had never known sunk your shoulders as you nuzzled into his hand, unsure why you had such a reaction to the perceived death of a stranger— a criminal whom you should have been relieved was gone. But it was only when you realized he was still alive that you felt like you could breath again.

Ever since, the dynamic between the two of you had been playful pursuit on his part and defiant resistance on yours, even as your body and soul begged you to give in. You simply could not get entangled with the leader of Onychinus that way.

So why was it so hard to do your job and accept the gift he was offering?

When you make no move to reach for your cuffs, Sylus chuckles, crowding you once more. His warm breath hits your ear, making your spine shiver.

“Well in that case, we should catch up to your friends. They’re waiting for us, sweetie.”

“His singing voice is… interesting,” Tara laughs politely. “It’s not what I would have expected after hearing him speak.”

She was being far too kind. Sylus’s singing was atrocious. His pitch was terrible, every note shaky at best as he tries to stay in tune with the music, completely butchering a beloved pop song for the entire bar. You would never be able to hear it the same way again after this performance, but the attempt was admirable. Even being easily the worst singer in the room, Sylus still kept getting up there with the confidence of a performer who had been doing this for decades.

The pity claps he received from the team after every song did nothing to humble his massive ego as he sauntered back to your table with a smoldering smirk. He returned to his seat to your left, draping his arm across the back of your chair and pulling you closer to tuck you under his arm like it’s where you belonged. He gulps what remains of the glass of whiskey he had been nursing, clearly thirsty after his third performance of the night

“Who’s next?” he asks.

“We actually need to get going. This is the last night of our retreat and most of us have a flight to catch in the morning. We’re leaving for a group mission that will have us out of town for another week,” your co-worker groans.

“Ahh, were you planning to tell me you would be out of town for so long, sweetie? Or were you just planning to leave me broken-hearted in the dark again?”

Sylus’s words are playful, but when he looks down at you, darkness shadows his eyes. Only an ominous twinkle of ruby red gleams from his right eye making him look like the danger you expect from someone like him.

Many of your co-workers at this retreat were partnered up together, but you were one of the few UNICORNS members who would not be joining the group for this mission. You might have been recommended had you been partnered up with a normal ranking member in your unit like the rest of your peers, but somehow you found yourself partnered with a special task hunter who was more often than not assigned to classified missions. You had been half-joking when you told the alumni you wanted to partner up with him, but the next day Captain Jenna announced teams and sure enough, you were paired with the most experienced hunter at the association.

Xavier was yet another mystery you often found yourself trying to solve.

He seemed perfectly normal for the most part, if not a little lazy when he wasn’t hunting Wanderers, but there were things about him that didn’t add up. So many vague answers about his time in the Association— how long he’s been employed there, how he had access to so much classified information, his knowledge about Wanderers and protocores that even Captain Jenna and the higher ups didn’t have.

There were just too many questions surrounding him, but you didn’t have enough evidence to outright accuse him of anything.

“Oh, she’s not,” Tara pipes in as she finishes her own drink and gathers her purse. “She and Xavier are usually on call for private missions that take precedence over group missions. So she’ll be heading back to Linkon.”

“Xavier? She hasn’t told me about him yet.”

“Oh he’s her association partner. Weirdly enough they live in the same apartment building too, but it’s close to work so I suppose it’s not that weird. One floor apart is such a coincidence though. He’s cute too. I’ve tried to convince her to set me up with him, but she always says he doesn’t date. To be honest, until we met you tonight, I thought maybe something was going on between the two of them. It’s like they’re always huddled up in their own little world.”

“Is that so?” Sylus raises an eyebrow at you.

Your face heats as you whip around to face your mouthy friend.

“I think you’ve had a few too many tonight, Tara.”

Right on cue, Tara hiccups and giggles.

“I think you may be right about that.”

She turns to bat her eyelashes at Nero, who you’re surprised agreed to come at all tonight, but he had the biggest heart-eyes for Tara so perhaps it wasn’t very surprising. After all, she was the one to convince him to join. Even with all of her talk about wanting to be set up with Xavier, you knew she had the biggest crush on Nero and was just frustrated with trying to pull him out of his shell.

“Nero, would you mind lending me an arm? I may need help walking back to my door.”

It’s almost endearing the way he fumbles with his words, then agrees to escort her back to the room you shared with her. When they stand to leave, Tara shoots you a wink that shows she knows exactly what she’s doing. You give her a quick wave and see off the rest of your team.

“Nice to meet you, Skye!”

Before you know it, you realize you and Sylus are the only ones who remain.

Your fingers tap the side of your leg, unsure where this leaves you. With Tara luring Nero back to your room, you wanted to stay as far away from there as possible for at least the next few hours, but that didn’t leave you with many options. It looked like you would be drinking alone and doing some solo karaoke for the foreseeable future.

A soft touch caresses the side of your forehead as Sylus toys with a piece of your hair.

“What’s going on in that head of yours, kitten?”

“Just thinking how I’m still hours away from being able to go to bed since Tara dragged Nero upstairs. We’re sharing a room,” you elaborate.

“Hmm, pity,” he says, pinching your chin between his thumb and finger as his lips tease over yours. “If only you knew someone with a private suite where you could hunker down for a few hours.”

Biting down on your bottom lip in thought, you make a mental list of all the reasons this would be a very bad idea. You could always blame it on the alcohol though, not that you had enough to reasonably justify what was sure to regret tomorrow but it was enough to lie to yourself about the fact that you wanted to go with him.

“I don’t know…”

“Just one drink, kitten,” he purrs, the intoxicating scent of top-shelf whiskey and his expensive musky cologne making you light-headed.

“M-maybe just one drink.”

Sylus gives you no time to back out of the invitation, leading you to the elevator where he has to insert a special key card to access the top floor. Your mouth gapes open as the doors slide open and you’re greeted with a foyer, open-concept kitchen, and lounge area with a hallway leading to various closed doors. Sylus tugs you inside by the hand then sends the elevator back down, leaving you truly alone with him. Now that there was no escape, he leaves you to look around with wide eyes as he starts the kettle.

“This is not what I imagined when you mentioned a private suite. This is a freaking penthouse, Sylus.”

He reaches for the dark wood-stained cabinets, broad back expanding beneath the tight black button-up he was wearing. You were shocked it didn’t rip at the seams with the movement. He pulls out ingredients for tea, not the something stronger you had been expecting.

“As the owner, I’m entitled to certain privileges.”

“The owner?” you squeak. “You own this resort?”

With a shrug as he tops off the cups with steaming water, sliding one across the counter toward you with a clink.

“It’s just a small business I happen to own. Drink up, sweetie. I want you sober.”

Your nerves get the better of you, so you grab the cup for something to do with your hands. Blowing on the cup, you sip down the beverage, warmth settling the twisting in your gut as you swallow it down.

While your nerves had been tangling up inside your body, Sylus leaned casually against the cabinet on the other side of the island, watching you so calmly like he could do it for days without getting bored as he finished his own tea. After a while, you couldn’t take the silence anymore, putting your empty cup down and running a nervous hand over your hair.

“Now what?”

Sylus takes his time gathering and rinsing your empty cups then drying his hands before rounding the kitchen island to lean against it. Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he takes his sweet time tracing the dips and curves of your body with his eyes. The leisurely appraisal has your abdomen clenching in anticipation, making warmth bubble under your skin.

“Now,” he rumbles, voice low and steady— commanding without raising in volume. “Now you’re going to slide down your panties and lay on the couch for me like a good little kitten so I can pet you the way you deserve.” His teasing smile ticks at at the corner. "You can even scratch if you’d like and pretend you don't want it."

Your thighs begin to tremble as you press them together, cursing yourself for deciding to wear a dress tonight as the skin glides together, sticky with your essence. The whole night you were able to pretend that Sylus had no effect on you, but now your traitorous body was making it difficult to deny.

Heels lightly scrape against rug as you slowly back away, putting some distance between the two of you so you can gather the resolve to thank him for the tea and walk out of this penthouse to return to the semi-professional relationship you had with the Onychinus leader. Once this door was opened, it would be very hard to close again.

“Back up allll you want. I’ll close the distance soon enough,” he sings as his wide steps bring him closer.

The backs of your knees collide with the dark leather couch cushion, leaving you nowhere else to go as Sylus makes good on his promise. His large palms settle on your hips, drawing you so slowly and carefully to him like a predator luring it’s prey into a false sense of safety. Your hands instinctively grasp for his bulging, muscular arms, reminding you yet again just how large he is. Taking one of your hands in his own, he drapes yours into his palm as he brushes light kisses across the knuckles.

“Are you going to be a good sweet girl and hand them over willingly? Or do you want me to take them for you?”

You shake your head, words stuck in your throat as a fresh gush dampens your thighs. It’s been so long since you’ve had someone take control like this. When Caleb died, so did your ability to submit. Not that there were many opportunities to do so.

You were stuck in a weird limbo with Zayne where it felt like neither of you were willing to penetrate the bubble of attraction you had for one another. Like you had to remain in the friend zone out of respect for your late brother. With Xavier, the two of you were more likely to paw at one another’s clothing and tumble into bed together than play games like this. And as for Rafayel, things with him were new enough that you were still figuring out what you like with him, though more times than not he allowed you to take the lead.

Sylus, however, gave a command and waited for you response. Waited for your submission. Whether you gave it willingly or wanted him to force it from you, like he just knew it was what you needed. You fight the urge to be combative and do as he asks, to be good for him. But you weren’t entirely sure you wanted to be good. You wanted to fight. You missed the feeling of having choices made for you, of being held down and forced to take whatever was given. For your own good or his own pleasure, you didn’t care.

“Take them,” you finally whisper, words barely audible over the soft jazz drifting from the record player.

“Where are your manners, sweetie? In polite society, we ask for what we want.”

You lick your lips, fighting the urge to quip back with a smart reply. You needed him to touch you more than you needed your pride right now. “Sylus, will you please take my panties and anything else you want from me tonight?”

“Smart girl,” he whispers with a beastly smile. “You’re such a good girl telling me exactly what you want. I will take everything I want from you because I know it’s what you need. It certainly won’t be just for tonight though because I do in fact want everything, kitten.”

One of his large arms wraps around you as his nose finds the juncture between shoulder and neck, pausing for a moment to take a deep breath and filling his lungs with your aroma. Your knees tremble, knocking together. It likely would have had you collapsing if not for the iron grip around your waist. His teeth scrape the juncture near your collarbone like he wanted to sink them in, but with great effort trailed his lips up your neck instead, tongue flicking out to taste your skin. You feel yourself sinking into his sturdy hold, lightheaded and too warm to support yourself.

Finally, Sylus’s lips find yours in a dizzying kiss. One you had been longing for since your brief stay in the N109 Zone after your “kidnapping”. The material of his shirt bunches in your fist as you deepen the kiss, your tongue swiping across the seam of his surprisingly soft lips. The moment your tongues touch, you sigh into his mouth with a mewl, savoring the taste of whiskey and tea on his tongue. 

In a move too quick for you to react, your back hits the expensive couch cushion as Sylus devours your mouth. One knee sinks between the two of yours, sliding further up until a thick, hard thigh hits your core. The pressure of Sylus’s thigh has you gasping into his mouth only to be swallowed up by his invasive kisses.

Before you know it, you’re spiraling under his touch and grinding out an unexpected orgasm on his thigh. It makes your ears ring, muffling even the sound of ripping fabric as your center is bared to the cool air while this beast of a man tosses the shreds of your panties onto the coffee table.

“You tore my—”

“Shhh, keep being good for me, sweetie.”

Sylus makes his way down your body until his knees hit the rug and he wedges his broad shoulders between your legs. Your knees are practically pressed to your chest with the way he has you spread out before him. The tip of his nose passes lightly through your slit as he deeply inhales the scent of you, savoring you like a finely aged wine before flicking his tongue out for just a taste. It was enough to make you feel insane and touch starved. Even with one orgasm under your belt, it didn’t help relieve any of the need for him to touch you for real.

“Sylus,” you whine, wiggling your hips in an attempt to sway him to stop teasing you. Your fingers intertwine with his as you try to pull him closer to where you need him most. 

“You’re a desperate, impatient little thing, aren’t you, kitten?” he chuckles against your slick core.

He continues lapping at you leisurely with just the tip of his tongue, apparently not feeling the same sense of urgency you were. Enough stimulation for you to know he’s there and to keep you on edge, but not enough to soothe the madness building within you.

“If you’re not going to stop teasing me and just freaking do it I’ll call someone who will.”

The threat is out of your mouth before you can stop it, your frustration tumbling out with it. In all fairness, you tried to be good for him but you have never been the type to just roll over and take it. It wasn’t in your nature.

A heavy sigh blows hotly against your center, making you squirm more though you wonder if you pushed too far. However when your eyes crack open and look at the man between your thighs, you’re met with a monstrous grin and a heated gaze. That eye of his, the one with the aether core, lightens and sparkles like a ruby in the dark.

“Oh, kitten. I am going to have so much fun teaching you some manners.”

Sylus’s back straightens as he rises to his knees and his mouth gets further away from where it had been, pulling another whine from your lips.

You had been bluffing… mostly.

If you had been in Linkon you wouldn’t have hesitated to knock on Xavier’s door in the middle of the night to scratch the itch Sylus was taking his sweet time to tend to, but truth be told you didn’t want to be anywhere else tonight but right here. You just wanted Sylus to finally give you what you had been craving from him. The sooner you fucked the Onychinus leader out of your system and could get back to hating him, the better.

You move to rise up and follow him but find yourself pinned in this position as if you were tied down. It felt like your arms were strapped to the leather couch and your calves tied to your thighs by invisible ropes. No matter how much you struggle, you can’t budge. The swirling red and black mist prove as much and you look back up at the man with big wet eyes, trying to plead to his developing soft side for you.

“I’m sorry, Sylus. I didn’t mean it. I-I just, you feel so good and I couldn’t take the teasing anymore. Please. I’m sorry.”

“Sorry already, kitten? Your lesson hasn’t even begun yet.”

His large, warm palms slide down the undersides of your exposed thighs, wrenching them apart wider and wider, your restraints tightening with them until you were left spread open and exposed. Your face gets unbearably hot with mortification when you feel your vulva parts from the position he put you in and a stream of warm liquid trails out. Sylus scoops it up with his finger just to lean over and gloss your lips with your own juices.

His lips graze over yours, barely touching as he whispers against them.

“Don’t worry, sweetie. I’ll take care of you. You’ll get the release you’re so desperate for. There’s no need to call in reinforcements from that partner of yours.”

His words are almost enough to have your jaw dropping in surprise but it’s quickly overtaken by a dizzying kiss as he licks the flavor from your lips. It leaves you lightheaded and wondering just what you got yourself into as his attention returns to your now dripping center. Those long, talented fingers swipe through your folds in search of your throbbing clit.

“I want you to keep count, kitten.”

“Keep count?” you moan in confusion just as his finger begins to work around the bundle of nerves.

You had already been so close to your next peak with the constant teasing from the night leading up to now that it took no time at all of feeling his bare skin on yours to send you careening over the edge.

At the tail end of the orgasm, a cry rips from your lips as he smacks your exposed clit with the pads of his fingers.

“That’s two,” he says, now lightly pinching your clit between his thumb and forefinger.

Meanwhile, his free hand works at freeing your breasts. They spill over the top of your dress but the position he has you locked in keeps them pressed tightly together.

At the same time he pinches one of your nipples, his middle finger slides inside you. Finding no resistance he adds another, stretching you out from the inside in search of that sweet spot within while his thumb continues to tease circles around your bud.

You barely have time to think as he pushes you toward another release, riding on the coat tails of the others. The bite to your breast is what throws you over this time, the mingling of the pain and overwhelming pleasure complimenting one another. With his fingers still inside, Sylus lands another smack to your clit with his other hand.

“Do I need to remind you to count?”

In the moment it takes your mind to catch up to his request, he lands another two smacks to your pussy.

“Three! That’s three,” you scream.

“That’s a good girl,” he purrs, kneeling between your legs.

Freeing his thumb, his mouth takes over the assault on your clit, sending you to the edge over and over again, each one followed by a smack to your clit until you’re begging him to stop.

“Sylus, please! F-five. Sylus! Sylus!”

The fiend that he is, keeps going, pulling more orgasms from you until you lose count.

You don’t even know how long he has been at this, but you think he would go all night if he could and that he merely decided to take pity on you when the tears began in earnest.

“Shhhh, I know, kitten,” he murmurs against your lips, licking the tears from your damp cheek. “You’re such a good girl. I know you’re tired but I think you have one more for me. I need to feel it for myself.”

You shake your head in denial but the feeling of his tip swiping through your soaked, glistening folds to press against your quivering center has you stalling your protests. In all this time, he still hadn’t even given you his cock yet and exhausted as you were, you didn’t go through all of his torment tonight to not have the one thing you wanted all along.

A raspy sigh spills from your lips as he slowly slides in with a pleasurable groan of his own. Your walls envelop him like it was exactly where he was meant to be. You find that your legs are no longer held by invisible chains, cramps shooting through them from being pinned in such a position for so long, but the moment they wrap around his waist you breath a sigh of relief as it allows him to sink in further.

Though you hadn’t seen it for yourself, you could tell how well endowed Sylus was. What would normally be a tight fit any other day was barely a blip in your mind, as entrapped as you were with the overstimulating pleasure/pain he had been drawing from you.

“I’ve waited centuries to have you like this again,” he murmurs, linking his fingers with yours above your head.

Just as you gain the mental clarity to ask what he means, Sylus pulls his hips back to slam them against yours, making you completely forget the odd sweet nothings he whispered in your ear. Setting a pace that has you both panting and breathing one another in, he pounds into you as if trying to bury himself into your very soul. Your linked fingers tighten against one another as you hold on for the ride, your nails digging into the backs of his hands as his mouth finds yours. The kiss so gentle compared to the brutal way his body was claiming yours.

“One more for me, my heart. Please,” he pleads against your lips with a trembling voice, so uncharacteristic of his usual smug confidence yet so endearing.

You don’t even have the ability to deny him, nodding your head along to his request as you take his mouth for yourself this time, swiping your tongue across the crease to seek his out. One of his hands remains interlinked with yours as the other winds around your back, pulling you flush to him in a way that has his mound grinding against you.

Having been brought to the edge so many times this evening already, you were so sensitive to his touch, the rough brush of his pubic hair stimulating your abused clit until you tighten and gush around his length. Losing all sense of sight, sound, and touch, you cry out for your dragon, the words completely escaping you unbidden.

“That’s it. Give into it. To us. Find your way back to me, my soul,” he babbles, hips stuttering as he finds his own release within you.

You awake to complete darkness and the feeling of a large, extremely warm nude body wrapped tightly around you. A flood of memories from the night before come rushing in and you silently curse yourself into oblivion for staying the night with Sylus instead of making your way back to your own room like you had intended. It wasn’t entirely your fault though seeing as he pulled orgasm after orgasm from you until your body was limp and useless. You couldn’t have even walked to the restroom by yourself, let alone find your room on a completely different floor.

Which begs the question of how you ended up in his bed when the last thing you remembered was losing consciousness on his couch. Sylus must have carried you to his bed afterward and then entangled himself with you to prevent you from escaping.

A quick glance at the digital clock on the nightstand indicates it’s still fairly early but late enough for the sun to be out. Your team would be gathering for breakfast in the lobby by now which would give you just enough time to get to your room undetected and showered before Tara returned to pack up and check out. If only you could figure out how to get out from underneath this behemoth of a man without waking him up.

It turns out to be easier than expected because he was sleeping like the dead. Unlike during your three days in the N109 Zone when he sent you on a scavenger hunt for the brooch and could be awoken with barely a nudge, Sylus doesn’t budge when you carefully squirm out from underneath his arm and swap yourself with a pillow. He hugs the red silk tighter with an unintelligible murmur and a sigh before his body relaxes and his breathing evens back out.

With a slow exhale of relief, you make quick work of gathering your clothes. Unfortunately all that survived were your dress and boots, which had been scattered about the living room around the couch. It looked like a beast flew through and trashed the place. Slipping into your boots, you grimace at the sight of your shredded panties hanging over the edge of the coffee table, pouting a bit on the inside because you really liked those pair.

There wasn’t time to dwell though. The state of Sylus’s apartment wasn’t your concern— escaping it before he awoke was.

Thankfully there were no hiccups between taking the elevator down to your floor and getting into your room. As expected, Tara was nowhere to be seen and you sent a silent thanks to the sky for small miracles. Your friend was entirely too perceptive and would no doubt have questions you weren’t ready to answer.

It didn’t feel great, but you hoped to be packed up and gone before she returned. It was still a bit too early but you didn’t mind waiting around at the airport for your flight. Your co-workers would be at a completely different terminal since they were heading straight for their next mission’s destination so there would be no chance of running into any of them there. 

Just as you complete your post-shower routine and slip into a bathrobe to finish drying, you hear a knock at the door. With a silent groan, you berate yourself for not putting the Do Not Disturb sign on the knob so that housekeeping would skip your room for the time being, but you weren’t exactly at your best right now. Thoughts of the previous night with the dangerous criminal that you should be arresting instead of sleeping with plague your mind.

Hair still wet, you unlock the door and swing it open.

“I’m sorry, but we’re not ready to be serviced ye—”

You look up to be met with glittering crimson eyes and an all-too-familiar tilted smirk.

“And yet here I am, ready to serve,” Sylus hums as his hungry graze trails over your robe and he stalks toward you like a predator.

The robe covered you well enough but his perusal of your body made you feel totally nude all over again. Your feet subconsciously carry you toward the first bed until the backs of your knees hit the mattress. It knocks you back into reality, reminding you that what happened last night was a one time thing. It had to be.

Despite the heat burning beneath your skin, you clear your throat and cross your arms under your chest in what you hoped was authoritative.

“Did you need something? My flight is in a few hours so I’m on a bit of a time crunch this morning.”

His eyes narrowed on you as if he knew you were lying about the urgency of your departure, but he doesn’t call you out on it. Instead he nods his head and holds up a shopping bag with a designer logo on the front. You eye the bag suspiciously, your gaze darting between it and him in question.

“To replace the pair I… confiscated,” he clarifies.

Accepting the bag with hesitation, you peek in to find not just one but several pairs of panties that probably cost most than your entire apartment.

“I-I can’t accept this,” you stammer, pushing the bag against his chest, urging him to take it back. “This is worth far more than the pair I lost and too much of a gesture for what last night was.”

That’s when you notice the swirling red mist cuffing the two of you together at the wrist.

This Evol linkage had the worst freaking timing!

Of course Sylus doesn’t take back the shopping bag or seem to care about the proverbial cuffs holding you hostage to one another. Instead, he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you flush against his body until the bag is wedged tightly between you.

“And what exactly was last night, sweetie?” he purrs.

It was hard to think when he was this close with his all-seeing eyes and too-intoxicating cologne. This was exactly what had gotten you into this mess in the first place.

“I-it—”

Tara’s voice sounds through the door at the exact moment the handle jiggles as she tells whoever she’s with that she’ll only be a minute. My eyes widen in panic but Sylus is quick on his feet as he drags us into the closet and pulls the door shut behind us. The sound of two sets of footsteps enter the room.

“She’s still not back yet?” I hear our co-worker Simone ask.

“I think our friend may have gotten swept up in that fruit vendor’s charm,” Tara giggles. “Good for her though. She’s always so focused on work that she doesn’t ever go on dates. She deserves a night of debauchery with one of the hottest men I think I’ve ever seen.”

Sylus looks down as me with that smug smirk still in place as he brings a finger to his lips, urging my silence as if I would say anything to give us away.

This was a total nightmare scenario.

“Do you see my coat anywhere?”

“Check the closest,” Simone suggests.

Sensing my panic, Sylus pulls me closer to muffle my increasingly heavy breathing against his casual white sweater. The flimsy closet doors begin to rattle as someone tugs on it from the other side but it doesn’t budge. A quick glance shows Sylus holding it closed with a single hand.

Your grip tightens at his waist, clenching the fabric of his shirt anxiously between your fingers. Sylus leans down, reminding you of the tight quarters you found yourselves in and filling your head with his scent. His voice is hot on your ear, barely audible over the rushing sound from within.

“All this just to keep me a dirty little secret? I’m hurt, kitten.”

“That’s weird. I think it’s jammed,” Tara says, giving up on the door.

“Oh wait, is this it? Your phone started vibrating underneath it.”

Tara’s voice moves further away.

“That’s not my phone. Oh! She must have come back while we were at breakfast, the sneaky minx. Maybe she finally went down to get a bite and forgot to take it with her. Come on! I want time to question her before we have to leave and she’s more likely to let something slip before coffee.”

Your head whips toward the door at the news that my phone was ringing. Just about everyone who would call me where on this trip. Xavier and Rafayel were no doubt still asleep at this time of day and things were still awkward with Zayne so he only called when medically necessary. So that left you wondering who it could possibly be or if perhaps it was an emergency. Before you can sprint out of the closet to check— Tara and Simone long gone by now— you're tugged backward against the hard body trapped in here with you.

Right, the linkage.

“Don’t worry, it was an unknown number,” Sylus assures, holding up his phone to show an active call to Kitten with a photo of you that was certainly not taken with your knowledge. His head tilts back wistfully as he looks down at the screen, studying the image. “I’m not in the mood to reveal our relationship right now.”

Hanging up the call, he tucks the phone into his pocket.

Okay, you really needed to set some boundaries with him before this got out of hand.

“There is no relationship. We hooked up one time, Sylus.”

You yelp in surprise as he spins you around so that now you're the one leaning against the wall as he pins you there.

Tilting his head to the side, his gaze finds the gap at the top of my robe, entranced. As if unable to help himself, he leans in to drag his nose between your breasts to inhale your freshly showered scent and presses a kiss to the giant bruise left behind on the mound from him the night before. Just like last night, his teeth trail upward, finding their way to the juncture at your neck just above the collarbone, scraping over the skin as they sink in. It’s not enough to draw blood, but plenty to have you panting for more and to leave another mark. At the same time, his sneaky fingers find their way under the robe to pet between your legs.

“You know what I think, sweetie?” he whispers in your ear as he starts to work you up.

Unable to find the words while his magic fingers caress you, you shake my head in response.

Sylus leisurely parts you with his middle finger to begin swirling my clit in the same maddening way he did before, making all rational thoughts leave your mind as your body concedes to his pleasure. Your eyes roll back as you chase the edge he’s pushing you toward.

“I think you like me a lot more than you’ll admit to yourself. In fact,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your neck while the pressure of his finger on me increases, making your heart patter in my chest. “I think you more than like me.”

Just as you're right there, he withdraws his fingers to put space between you. It’s only when the devil brings his wet fingers to his lips and sucks them into his mouth to taste you that I realize the linkage has broken.

“Call me when you’re ready to be a good pet and ask for me to finish what we started here. My contact info will be in your phone.”

With that, Sylus leaves you stunned and throbbing in the closet to catch your breath and trying to figure out what the hell just happened. By the time you pull myself together and walk out into the room, he’s long gone and the bag of panties is sitting prettily on the edge of your bed next to your phone. The screen lights up, drawing my attention and making you scoff at the text preview on the home screen.

Daddy: Don’t forget to call, kitten. Until then, behave. 

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[accio-victuuri]

April 2025 CPNs round-up ❤️💛💚

the start of the month was actually quite eventful, celebrating april fools with the best clowns in chinese domestic entertainment. lol. it started with a double fake rumor which was bits of old rumors pieced together. then as usual for this day, fansite team building happens. meaning, fs for specific celebrities will post about other people. so we supported ones that posted about our boys. a good summary of those are here and there is a good number. whether that’s bjyx or them as individual.

that led to bojunyixiao being on top of the hot search list. this is so fitting for april fools! knowing how much we clown! lol. but seriously, it’s so nice to see how active the fandom still is. the whole fandom has been summoned by the photos shared. there is really nothing new — but we all got excited. that’s how great cpfs are! so sorry ( not really ) to our haters cause we are not going away anytime soon. 💅🏻💅🏻💅🏻

okay, now let’s go to the actual cpns we enjoyed this month! ⬇️⬇️⬇️

• there is a repo from a kid yibo worked with for the bananain shoot. he mentioned that wyb does not smile much, but he does when he looks at his wechat. lol. so we gotta clown all the times you can him smiling down while looking at his phone, probably talking to xz.

• the very lucky ones who already got their WM vinyl noticed how the design is written looks like an 8 and 3. that’s them. Bo and Zhan. 🥹🥹🥹🥹 we know how XZ likes to hide things in plain sight when it comes to his art. so this is a classic example.

• this comparison! they are twins! i wish they could have had this kind of hair at the same time.

• croissant in lacoste ad 🥐🥐🥐

• At the time of writing, GG has not been officially announced to be a part of this rumored drama. @rainbowsky made a really good primer for it over here so you can go ahead and look. but it’s basically screaming the same timeline as yibo’s war of faith. lol. so of course, whoever this character is will be wei ruolai’s husband in the yizhan multiverse! i’m looking forward to it! 🙌🏼

• video “proof” in zhuhai race last year where someone mentions zhan ge + the plot thickens that xz was actually there that time

• this went on HS 4/13 for some reason. there may be some context that i missed lol. but tbh, who cares. they are both successful in their own way in the age they are in. there is no “catching up” to do because they are in different tracks. 💛💛💛

i personally get defensive when it comes to their careers and achievements, i hate tying them up in that aspect. or wanting both to have the same exact things. it does not work that way. i believe in supporting what they do and i accept the fact that sometimes one has more than the other in certain aspects and how that’s okay. i could write up a whole thing on this topic and my thoughts on it but i don’t think the fandom is ready that for that conversation. lol.

• WMWM clothing brand x WM album - another example of the universe conspiring to give them some obscure connection.

• THIS. We are so blessed to have them in Magazine Issues that show their long hair 😍😍😍

how can you not love them both? talented and beautiful creatures!

• WYB’s May Vogue 2025 issue candies

• there is some buzz around xz being spotted passing by Wuhan and him going home immediately. of course we think it’s because Bobo is in Beijing. So he has to be with him 🤡🤡🤡

• our boys greeting sina for their 25th anniversary 🫶🏼

• On 4/20 xz was spotted attending a concert in Beijing with his parents. the “empty” space there is being filled with WYB by us clowns. lol. we don’t have facts but more of wishful thinking since they are both in Beijing. personally, i think people WYB is there because of how happy XZ is. not saying he cannot be happy without WYB, it’s just that there is something more of it’s related to WYB. 🤡🤡🤡

• revisiting an old rumor of them having a skiing show together

• XZ arrives in Shanghai while WYB is there for a race and the next day WYB goes MIA and can only be seen during practice - finally, a timeline of sorts and cpn interpretation of what happened during the weekend✌🏼 on 0428, both Lele and Dabo were seen by chance and people are saying their staff seem to be on holiday. so maybe that’s because the two lovebirds are chillin at home in Beijing. yes please! or maybe they gave their staff some time off after a busy weekend 😋

• WYB is interested in Vinyl record

• WYB saying an expression that is common in Sichuan/Chongqing

see you next month! 🫶🏼💕

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You're perfect either way

Aged up! Bayverse Turtles x Female Reader (Seperate)

Warnings -> Insecurity of being Chubby, Teasing, Praising, Consent ( of course) Suggestive touching in all of them

Note -> Reader is Chubby and is insecure but the boys know what to do to make Reader feel loved

Genre -> Comfort fluffy, suggestive

A/N - This may not be accurate.. || I'm also trying to get use to writing suggestive things for the future because I will be writing smut soon enough but not just now so work with me here ฅ^._.^ฅ

Enjoy!

LEONARDO

You were currently sitting on your boyfriend's big bed, the blankets were a bit messy from you moving too much but you were now sitting near the headboard of his bed

There was a laptop on your thighs as you were trying to finish up a project that you have been working on for a while now, thinking this was the perfect time to finish as there was peace and quiet in the lair

You had your baggy hoodie pulled down low that was slightly covering your thighs and your stomach and no matter how often Leo told you that you looked gorgeous, you just never felt right

The softness of your belly and sides always made you self-conscious about how people will look at you, even going outside you can see their judgemental stares so basically wear baggy clothes was your thing now

Now Leo had just finished his training for the night while cleaning up the dojo, walking to his room as he spotted you on the bed

He sat down near you at the side of his bed, his hand sneaking up to your thigh making you shiver a little

“You work too hard” he murmured, his voice low and gentle as he leaned down at your ear, making you pull away from the tickling feeling of his breath

You then tensed up at the feeling of him now squeezing your thigh, a spot you didn't like at all

“Leo..." you whispered out as you try so hard not to pull away form him but at the same time you wanted to and that you were still trying to focus on your project right in front of you

He then kissed the nook of your neck, giving it a little nibble then kissed it again "Princess, why do you always flinch away when I touch my favourite spots?"

“Favorite?” you asked, now looking up from him as you knew that Leo loved your soft and squishy spots

He hummed, pressing another kiss on your neck then going down at your collared bone which caused you to whimper at the feeling

“This tummy? These soft sides? These perfect thighs” He gently squished them with a grin “They’re mine and they’re perfect and I am willing to show you how much I love you and how perfect you are"

You tried to keep typing on your computer but couldn't stop flinching on how sensitive you were right now at his soft touches

"L-Leo, I..I'm trying to focus here.." You whimpered, now feeling him getting closer as he caressed your inner thigh

“Then try to stay focused while I do my thing” he chuckled, nuzzling in closer clearly knowing he was winning this battle

RAPHAEL

Raph wasn’t the technically the romantic type of turtle while it comes with people, at least not to everyone else

But when it came to you? He is literally in love with you

You were laying on your tummy on Raph's bed as you were trying to draw, doodling in your sketchbook, your hoodie was slightly ridden up from your back so you pulled it back down with a groan

But as soon as you did Raph looked over as soon as you groaned and caught your hand in the action making you look over to him confused

“Don’t hide” he said, voice deep and low as he trailed his hand up to your back making your hoodie rid up again

“I.. I just feel.." You spoke but Raph interrupted you

"Sweetheart, You are literally a sight in my eyes, I don't want you talking negative about yourself" He spoke, leaning down as he kissed your hair as he start to churr low and quiet

You rolled your eyes "Pfft, sure I am" You said which made Raph look at you "Wanna bet?" He said

You then felt his hand on your back as he scratched it gently which made your skin become goosebumps form the slightest touch

He squeezed gently, fingers pressing into the softness there like it was his favourite thing and that caused you squeaked in surprise form the sudden squeeze of his hand

“Raph!” You called out

He smirked “What? Can’t help it, You’re all soft ‘n warm" Raph then started to kiss the back of your neck as he moved your hair away to gain access

“Hey! I'm trying to draw!" You called out once again but Raph groaned

“Draw later, I wanna.. love you” he muttered, grabbing your sketchbook as he placed it away from you

Now tugging you against him as he then surprised you on how he lifted you up and onto his lap, facing him as one hand still splayed possessively across your waist

Not giving you much of a chance to move anywhere as you were defeated by Raph as you started to melt into his touch

He was now gently tracing his fingertips over your skin, making you shiver on how cold his skin felt against yours

He growled "This is in my way" He huffed, now tugging at your hoodie, looking over at you for consent first, giving him a little and shy nod

He gave out a chuckle as he lifted your hoodie up "Arms up" and you did, getting the hoodie off you was his first move and now his second move was to show you how much he loves you and your softness

"Good girl, now let me show you how much I love you"

DONATELLO

You were helping Donnie in his lab, reading something off a tablet while he adjusted tech wiring in front of you, it was quiet and slow day today

You decided to help out Donnie in the lab as you had nothing else to do so he let you help him read off some stuff that was too hard for you to read as you spelled them out

But in the end Donnie corrected you as he gave out a little laugh if you said it wrong

It's now been a few minutes of reading off the tablet as you couldn't hear Donnie moving off his skateboard chair

That’s when felt his hand slide under your hoodie to you waist, fingers squeezing lightly, then tracing up to your side

You froze, trying not to make a sound as he always did this when he thought you weren’t paying attention or when he's currently not doing anything and that he's bored

“Donnie…” you warned, cheeks heating up as you felt him squeeze your side once again, trying to wiggle him away

“Yes Dove?” he replied with that smug smile on his face as he looked down at you all dazed from the sight of you in front of him

“I’m trying to help you, what are you..”

“You’re adorable when you’re trying to be serious" He confessed which made you look up at him

He then leaned down and kissed your shoulder as he moved your hood out of the way, hand sneaking under the hem of your shirt just enough to caress your stomach “You know your softness is… irresistible dove” He huffed

You stared at him. “irresistible?”

“Absolutely"

You buried your face in your hands “You’re such an idiot..”

“And you’re perfect” he said simply, now you were on the bed as you were laid on your back as he kissed every inch of you that you hated

"Donnie.." You whined, squirming away but his hands was on you from wriggling too much

"Shh, just relax and let me do the work, you were such a great help for me and now I'm going to help you"

Donnie was willing to make you change your mind on your body and is willing to make you love yourself

MICHELANGELO

You were reading a book with legs curled up on Mikey’s bed and trying very hard to ignore the fact that he was staring at you for the past few minutes

"Mikey" you said, not looking up from the book that was currently in your hands and that you were reading it to the good part of the book "You have been staring at me for the past few minutes"

"I’m admiring the art, angelcakes, what's not to love?" He sighed

You gave him a side-eye glare “What art because if you are talking about this?” you then pointed at yourself "Then you are highly mistaken bud"

“You are though!” he said, plopping beside you as he laid down next to you, then instantly went to your sides and thighs “This is literally art to me baby”

You tried to hide your face behind your book, but he snuck under your arms and nuzzled into your belly as he lets out loud churrs as if he wasn't embarrassed to admit that you were stunning

“Mikeyy~ I’m reading!” You whined

“Not anymore, I changed my mind and I'm going to make you change your mind on how perfect you are” He then hovered over you as he grabbed your book and tossed it away with a grin on his face

You huffed "I was about to get to the best part of the book Mike"

“Well I'm about to get to our favourite part” he grinned, then looked down at you with the softest eyes “I love every bit of you, even the parts you’re still learning to love”

That one got you, you melted on the spot underneath him as he leaned down to smother you with kisses all over your face

Then instantly gasping as his hand went under your shirt to feel you more, hearing him whisper "I love you so much" In between kissing your neck then went to kiss you on the lips

His hands now exploring everywhere while you lay there all hot and bothered now

But you didn't mind one bit, maybe he might be able to change your mind after this

I hope I did okay (˶‾᷄ ⁻̫ ‾᷅˵)

-A<3

[dangerpronebuddie]

Oliver lowers his camera with a sheepish chuckle when Ryan catches him.

After seven years, they've developed a sixth sense for each other. If Ryan is looking at him, even from across the lot they're filming in, Oliver can look up and spot him instantly.

Whole conversations pass between them in an instant, and he knows exactly what Ryan is asking now. They've been filming since three in the morning. They're covered in dirt from the earthquake set, and it only just hits Oliver how exhausted he really is. He can see that same exhaustion in the slump of Ryan's shoulders, in the softness of his eyes. There's an openness, a vulnerability there that scares Oliver. But he doesn't look away, doesn't ever want to look away.

Because that vulnerability is just for him, a side of Ryan he only shows to Oliver. It's rare, and addicting, always pulling him in when he knows he shouldn't be so easily drawn close. But he's never been one to do as he should.

He nods, just a dip of his chin, and Ryan's eyes sparkle. His lips curve upwards, barely noticable to anyone who doesn't pay close enough attention, and he takes a look around before ducking into the alleyway they'd been filming in all day.

Oliver waits, just a moment, and sometimes he wonders if they're really getting away with whatever this is. If they're really as good at hiding it as they think they are. He's heard the rumors, brushed off the teasing, rolled his eyes alongside Ryan when Kenny or Aisha start in with the jokes. But he wonders if anyone knows the truth. Hopes no one does. No one really can.

He wanders through the barricades and behind the crushed police car, slipping into the alley. It's much darker now that the sun is starting to set. The endless noise is muffled slightly, leaving the space in a bubble- a small sliver of the universe tucked away just for them.

Ryan leans against the wall, far down the passage. His head is back, exposing the column of his throat. The turnout pants he'd shown up to set in hang low on his hips. It's almost obscene. His eyes are closed, but Oliver can tell from his relaxed slump he knows he's there. Oliver takes the opportunity for what it is and snaps a photograph. He knows the result will be too dim to show any obvious detail, but it's just for him. Just for him.

"Would you like me to pose?" Ryan asks, his voice soft, tired, a little slurred. The low rumble travels down Oliver's spine like a warm hand.

"Never," Oliver replies easily, coming to stand in front of his friend.

Ryan lifts his head and smiles wolfishly as he meets his eyes. "Not even in other circumstances?"

"Especially not then," Oliver grins, stepping in close. There's a heavy smudge of dirt across Ryan's cheek, a similar mark near his hairline. And he's still so beautiful. Always.

Ryan lists forward and rests his forehead on Oliver's shoulder. "Let's go," he says, his voice muffled.

"Go where?" Oliver asks, amused. His hands reach out of their own accord, splaying across Ryan's ribs. His fingers slot between the divots like they were made to fit together.

"I don't know," Ryan huffs without any real frustration. He lifts his head, lets his hands rest at Oliver's biceps. "We've got another morning shoot. My trailer's closer than your house."

For as many times as they do this, they neither one ever explicitly talk about it. Veiled truths and questions they don't really ask define what they are. Oliver doesn't really think it's possible to define what they are.

For Buck and Eddie, it's easy. Always has been. They're best friends, confidants, co-parents, partners, soon to be partners. Oliver and Ryan? On set, they're Buck and Eddie. Easy. Always has been. Maybe too easy.

It's too easy for both of them to end up at Ryan's trailer after filming. Too easy for rehearsing lines and grabbing takeout to turn into stumbling to the couch, too caught up in each other to look where they're going. Too easy to lean in and press their lips together in a secluded corner of the set.

Ryan smiles against his mouth, making Oliver's heart skip. Too easy, too dangerous. Too perfect.

Ryan cups his cheek and slots their lips together, and it's easy to get lost in sharing lazy kisses. Ones that won't lead anywhere, not yet, maybe not even at all today. It doesn't matter.

Ryan's hand slips around to Oliver's nape, pulls him in closer closer closer. Warmth blooms in Oliver's chest, spreading to the tips of his fingers.

He pulls away before the warmth turns to heat. Winds his arms around Ryan's waist and gives him one last soft peck when he makes a disgruntled noise at the fact Oliver stopped kissing him.

"Yeah," Oliver says with a nod. "Let's go."

[karmaswhiskee]

Kiss & A Show

Free Use Series: Part 1

R18+

✐ Explicit sexual content, overstimulation, slight Dub con(?), kinda sorta an orgy but not entirely, no condoms but implied birth control, mentions/brief descriptions of m/m oral sex.

✐ Smut | OT8 x Female Character

✐Word Count: 11,705

✐Author's Note: Most of my smut with a female character will have the name "Sophie" because it ties into my Longfic (it's the main character's name). I have opted to remove this for the free-use series and have just decided to replace it with (Y/N). Let me know if you'd prefer the character's name or not.

Also: I'm aware that this fic does not actually include free use- it's just the first/beginning fic. Next fic will set up the rules and will include free use.

By continuing to read, you agree you are of age to read this and are consenting to view the contents described above. If you do not consent, do not continue.

Copyright: © karmaswhiskee - May 2025

✐𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽✨

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She’s not even sure whose hands are on her anymore, nor whose mouth is leaving a trail of kisses up her neck- the pleasure is almost completely overwhelming and she has to fight to stay somewhat alert. She’s in the throws of another orgasm when a thought surfaces in her hazy mind- How did game night come to this?

They’d begun the night like normal; the boys were settling on the couch after dinner and a few drinks, everyone excited because they actually had the next couple of days off.

“Plenty of days to nurse a hangover!” Han had declared before they all decided to ask staff to buy them obscene amounts of alcohol.

Stray Kids and Co. obviously couldn’t go to the liquor store by themselves as they were sure to be spotted by fans, so the staff begrudgingly made the trip, only being satiated by the permission to get themselves and the other staff something as well. They returned with a van full of alcohol and earned a belly laugh from (Y/N) when the staff cheekily revealed that half of the load was what they bought for themselves and their co-workers.

“I’m surprised the charge went through,” Chan grumbled as he was handed his card back.

“Thank you, Hyung!” his kids said simultaneously, all of them beaming ear to ear.

“Thank you Channie,” their STAY mirrored their grins.

He turned away to hide his blush, huffing out an annoyed “You’re welcome.”

The group then piled back into their shared apartment and began drinking themselves silly. Various drinking games got everyone pretty sloshed, but the arrival of food was able to soak up some of the alcohol… so they drank more.

“What about… truth or dare?” I.N slurred, eyeing the woman sprawled out on the floor, singing loudly with Han.

“Ooo! I love, love that game!” she shot up halfway through her line to her feet, surprisingly steady for as drunk as she was. “Who else wants to play?”

Most of the boys shrugged, but Felix and Hyunjin excitedly joined. 

“Can I go first?” Felix asks once everyone is gathered in what is kind of a circle. 

“Why not?” I.N smiles.

“Okay… Hyung… Minho. Truth or dare?”

Lee Know smirks lazily and wraps an arm around Han’s shoulders. “Truth.”

Felix smirks. “Do you have a crush on me?" 

Lee Know sighs, his grip on Han momentarily tightening. “... Yes.”

“Jagi!" Han frowns, lightly smacking his boyfriend’s chest.

He blushes. “You think he's cute too. It's not my fault." 

Han rolls his eyes, his cheeks burning from the alcohol and now probably embarrassment. “Way to throw me under the bus, baby." 

“Ha! I knew it!" Felix beams. 

(Y/N) jumps into the conversation to try to help the embarrassed couple. “I think everyone has a small crush on you man,” she drawls, her southern accent growing heavier due to the alcohol. 

“Oh?” Felix leans across Hyunjin to get closer to the girl, using his hands to splay across the older boy's thighs to stabilize himself. “Even you?”

She matches his energy and leans down to his eyes level, their faces inches apart. “Well obviously. I have the ability to see, don't I?”

“Ooo, you like meee," he giggles. 

Hyunjin clears his throat- he kind of wants his thighs back. “My turn."

Everyone looks to him, (Y/N) and Felix included, both of them still leaning over near his lap with their heads tipped up in his direction. He won't lie- the view is kind of nice. The two finally relent though and sit up straight to watch the next interaction. 

“Okay… Han. Truth or dare?”

The younger man doesn't miss a beat. “Dare.”

“I dare you to remove one item of clothing.”

Han groans. “Ugh, fine.”

His eyes flicker with mischief before he slips off one of his socks. “One item of clothing, gone.”

The rest of the group snickers while Hyunjin huffs in annoyance.

“Alright, my turn?" (Y/N) smiles, drunkenly leaning on him as she looks around at the members. “Changbin…?”

“Mhm?”

“Will you let me feel up your arms?" 

The boys burst out laughing, especially Changbin. “Don't you have to ask me truth or dare?" 

Her eyes sparkle. "Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Will you let me feel up your arms?" 

His ears burn red, but he nods. "Why not?”

“Now?” She looks at him, a flash of hunger flicking through her face. 

“Come on mate, don't disappoint the lady," Felix chuckles in response to Changbin’s shy demeanor. 

“Yeah, take it off!" Chan joins in the teasing.

“Don't get so cocky- you're next," she winks, jokingly grabbing at the air and making a squeezing motion. 

Chan goes crimson as his drunken members turn their teasing to him while their cheeky STAY looks at the muscle-bound rapper. 

“Please?" 

“Alright, come here," he smiles. 

She stands up and walks over to Changbin, her face a mix of nerves and excitement. “Are you sure? I was mostly joking so-”

He snickers. “Are you chickening out on me right now?”

Her pride bruises slightly and he knows it. “Pfft, no. Just wanted to make sure there was clear consent, jeez.”

Changbin holds his arm out towards her. “Anything for STAY.”

She kneels next to him, her touch feather-light as her fingers skim up his forearms to his biceps. He shivers at her touch, his whole body breaking out with goosebumps, but he convinces himself it’s just the alcohol speaking. It’s not like he likes the feeling of her fingers brushing against his skin or anything weird…

“Damn you’re big,” (Y/N) giggles. If she’s aware of the connotations of what she just said, she doesn’t seem to care.

Changbin freezes and does his best to fight the blush that begins burning up his neck. “Thank you, I work hard.”

“I know,” she grins as she softly squishes his bicep. “Alright, I’m done molesting you for today.”

Changbin and Hyunjin bark with laughter, Felix covering his mouth and nose to suppress a snort. “Oh my God-”

“What’d she say?” Lee Know asks.

(Y/N)’s unable to keep the humour from her voice as she says, “I said that I’m done molesting him for now.”

The boys erupt into giggles. “The fuck?” Seungmin wheezes.

When the group starts to settle down, Chan clears his throat, “Alright… moving on. My turn…”

“Let’s go, Grandpa!” Seungmin yells.

Chan rolls his eyes. “Fine. Seungmin, truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“I dare you to record yourself saying, ‘Channie Hyung is so awesome and I love him so much’ and bubble it to STAY.”

“They're going to think I've been kidnapped," Seungmin deadpans. 

“And?”

“Ugh,” the puppy grumbles and pulls out his phone with a frown.

“Go on,” Chan’s lips pull into a smirk.

“Channie Hyung is so awesome and I love him so much,” Seungmin says in a monotone voice and quickly sends off the voice memo before his elder can force him to change it. 

Chan rolls his eyes and grabs out his phone to go to Bubble as well. His fingers fly across the screen as he tells STAY that Seungmin meant every word and to not let him take it back while Seungmin tells STAY that he lost a bet and he was forced. 

“Just let me have this,” Chan whines at the younger member.

“I don’t want STAY to think I actually like you,” he makes a face of disgust, but his eyes dance with playful-ness. 

“Who cares?” I.N complains. “It’s my turn, stop bickering.”

“So impatient,” Seungmin chuckles like he knows something the rest of the group doesn’t.

“(Y/N),” he says sweetly while he ignores his members. “Truth or dare?”

She chews her lip while she decides. “Dare. Why not?”

“I dare you-” he swallows nervously, “to kiss me.”

There’s a quick look of confusion on her face before her expression morphs into a cocky one. “If you wanted to make out with me little fox, all you had to do was ask~” 

I.N chokes on the breath he was taking. “Is that a yes?”

“Like I’d say no to you.”

“Hey, that’s not fair!” Seungmin protests while some of the boys nod along or stay frozen in shock.

“Ask when it’s your turn,” I.N shrugs. 

“That kind of makes the game boring for me,” the STAY sighs. “If most of y’all are gonna ask, why don’t I just kiss everyone who is curious now?”

The boys fall silent and a heaviness settles in the air. 

“Okay,” Felix speaks up. “How do we do this?”

“I can uh- go in a circle?” the girl blushes as the situation sobers her up a tad. “If y’all are comfortable?”

Everyone nods and she turns to Hyunjin. “Do we want privacy or-?”

He shakes his head, his body stiff as he watches her use her knees to move over to him. They study each other silently, trying to figure out the best angle. (Y/N) takes a deep breath before grabbing her bottle of liquid courage and taking a swig. She then sets it down and looks at the dancer.

“Can I sit in your lap?” 

“Yes.”

Everyone in the room watches quietly as she swings a knee over to the otherside of Hyunin’s thighs, gently settling as she straddles him before she grabs his face and softly presses her lips to his. Someone in the room gasps, but the pair ignore them, both of them focused on the other person. The kiss starts off sweet- chaste even, but it soon evolves when Hyunjin’s hands latch onto (Y/N)’s hips and he deepens the kiss. She makes a noise deep in her chest when his tongue slips past her lips, one of her hands slipping up to grip onto his porcupine-like hair. He leans forward into her and she accommodates him by leaning back a tad, her back arching nicely for their audience. The hand Hyunjin has on her hip drags her closer into him while his other hand moves up to control her neck and keep her lips moving smoothly against his. Not one to deny himself pleasure, he allows his pelvis to occasionally roll into hers, drawing more soft noises from her lips.

They make out until they both need to pull away for air, both of them greedily taking in lungfuls of oxygen. When the STAY catches her breath, she remembers that they’re being watched and her face burns with mild embarrassment, but she pushes it away and slowly moves off of Hyunjin’s lap to Felix. 

“Holy shit,” Hyunjin breathes as he absentmindedly helps her off of him.

“That was really hot,” Felix confesses.

“You two should make porn,” Han agrees. “Jesus Christ.”

“I’m not even into women…” Minho’s eyes are wide. “But I’d watch that.”

“Y’all are too kind,” (Y/N) giggles, her entire face cherry red. “Anyway… Felix? Do you wanna-?”

“I was already going to say ‘yes’, but now I’d be insane to turn down your offer.”

She smiles and gets into the same position on his lap, pausing briefly to watch his face move closer to hers. “You’re so pretty,” she murmurs before kissing him.

This kiss is a tad rougher, but (Y/N) gets the feeling that this is what he likes. She keeps her hands on his neck and collarbone, a bit worried about his damaged hair, but his hands run up and down her sides without a second thought. He eventually settles on at the back of her head and the other in the small of her back, pulling her body into his. She squeaks when he nips at her bottom lip and his grip on her tightens like she gave him the reaction that he was hoping for. The hand he has on her back slips under the hem of her shirt and his fingertips graze her lower spine. She lets out a soft whine and the men watching have reactions varying from covering their bodily reaction to holding their breaths or digging their nails into their palms.

This time, when the two pull away to replenish their oxygen, a thin string of saliva stays connected for a moment before breaking. 

“Oh my God,” I.N chokes out.

“Fuck,” Seungmin watches with wide eyes and blown pupils.

Chan stays silent while he tries to lie to himself and act like he’s not as deeply affected as the others.

“Changbin-” 

“Do you have to ask?” He lifts the girl out of his band member’s lap and sets her down in his. 

Like an unspoken rule, he waits just as the other two men did for the STAY to make her move. She gently cups his face as she presses their lips together, her other hand splaying across his chest as he leans into the kiss. He holds back his impatience as her tongue tentatively enters his mouth, following her lead as the kiss heats up. He then uses both of his hands to squeeze her waist and pull her closer; she melts in his lap, her breath hitching and a low moan spilling out of her mouth when he slowly grows more demanding. She eventually tries to pull away for air, but Changbin’s mouth chases hers and only allows her to breathe when he too can feel his lungs screaming.

“Wow,” she gasps as she takes deep breaths. “I always knew you were secretly a little rough when you want to be.”

His face flushes with embarrassment, but his eyes show nothing but hunger. “Are you okay with that?”

“Absolutely.”

“My turn,” Seungmin snaps eagerly. 

(Y/N) chuckles, looking over at him with a tip of her head. “Mm, impatient, are we?”

“Obviously,” he grumbles.

She's only half way off of Changbin’s lap when Seungmin grabs her by her hips and drags her onto him. “Oh-”

He holds her body snuggly against his, his eyes tracking every small movement she makes as he waits for her to initiate the kiss. She waits purely to make him squirm and softly wraps her fingers around his throat as her face hovers closer to his. 

“Behave,” she growls before roughly meeting his lips. 

He whines into the kiss, painfully hard as her previous gentleness seems to have completely disappeared. Seungmin is not entirely sure how, but this woman reads his sexual needs like a book and is having no trouble meeting them. He feels like he should be embarrassed by how quickly she's forced his submission, but his care factor continues to plummet as her hips grind mildly on him and her mouth demands so much attention. Without much thought, his hands slip under her shirt and gravitate towards her breasts. He slips the bra up and grasps at the flesh beneath, drawing a moan from her when he massages the sensitive skin. 

It's one of the worst moments of his life when he can no longer ignore the burning in his lungs and has to pull away. They both have to take a minute to recover, their pants sounding like they had just both run marathons. 

“I want more," Seungmin confesses, not even caring that his group members can hear him. 

(Y/N) smirks at his statement and looks around at the circle of men that has grown tighter. The people who were on the couch have quickly migrated to the floor for easier access.

“Oh yeah?" she bites her lip and reaches down to the hem of her own shirt, slowly lifting it up. “How about this?" 

The men around her either stay still or nod, so she takes the shirt off and tosses it on the ground, leaving her in her bra, underwear and sweatpants. She then tugs the bra down a tad, allowing some of each breast to spill out of the slightly too small garment. 

“Jagi," Han looks seriously at his boyfriend. “Would you be okay with me-?”

“I really want to watch," Lee Know interrupts, already nodding.

Han smiles and kisses his partner in thanks and looks at the shirtless woman who's still in their junior’s lap. 

“Are you sure?" she asks tentatively. “I don't want to cause any issues between y'all.”

“I mean it. I'm curious to watch." 

“Okay…" the STAY slips off of Seungmin’s lap and slowly straddles Han's. “If either of you feel uncomfortable at any time, just tap me twice." 

The couple nods and with that, the STAY leans into Han, her fingers threading through his hair and tugging his head forward to meet hers. He relaxes into her and both of their cheeks burn at the feeling of being closely observed by his boyfriend. (Y/N) already knew she was being watched, obviously, but this added layer of kissing someone’s man while he watches was oddly exciting and her already damp panties become soaked. It doesn’t help that Han is also delicious- he tastes like cheesecake and beer, which is oddly a nice flavour combination and it makes her delve deeper into his mouth. He too squeezes her waist and she melts all over again, this time purposefully arching her back and slightly sticking out her ass to give the butt hunter of the group a bit of a show. Her pelvis brushes against the bulge in Han's pants and he lets out a muffled moan, pulling away before he goes too far. 

“Can I try?" Lee Know asks, much to the surprise of everyone. 

“Really?" (Y/N)'s eyebrows damn near fly off her face along with a few members. 

He nods and looks at his boyfriend. “Would you mind?" 

“Hell no I wouldn't,” Han slips the woman out of his lap and practically plops her in his partner’s. “In fact, I wish I could film it.”

(Y/N) blushes heavily and Minho looks at the woman on top of him awkwardly, his hands staying by his side for a moment before he copies his group members and softly places them on her hips. She hooks a finger under his chin and smiles. 

“Same rules. If you get uncomfortable, just tap me twice, okay? I won't be offended.”

He nods and this time, she waits for him to kiss her. He's slow to press their lips together, but eventually seems to settle and soon he's shoving his tongue down her throat. (Y/N) knows that to some extent, this is a show for Han, but it's also an exploration and she's happy to be an experiment. Similar to Changbin, he's sweet yet demanding, and it drives her wild when his thighs tense beneath her and his hand slips down to grab a handful of her clothed ass. She lets out a small moan, barely managing to withhold a whine of protest when he pulls away. 

“Jesus," she giggles nervously to cover up how much that affected her. “I've kissed straight men who are way worse at kissing women than you." 

Minho shrugs, clearly quite cocky from the reaction he managed to cause. “You kind of act like Han and I've been observing your reactions to the other members, so it wasn't hard to figure out what you'd like.”

“I-” she wasn't sure what to say. "I'm simultaneously flattered, embarrassed, and incredibly turned on.”

Lee Know laughs and gives her hip one last squeeze before motioning to the Maknae. “I think the one who made the dare would like his turn now."

“You think?” Jeongin says through clenched teeth.

“Aw, Innie. Don't worry, I'll give you special treatment,” (Y/N) licks her swollen lips and moves into his lap. 

“Oh yeah? What do I get out of it that the others didn't, huh?”

“Be a good boy and ask nicely, won't you?" 

He shivers at her words, but doesn't back down. Before he can say another word though, she's pulling him into a kiss and all of his complaints go out the window. 

“Oh fuck~” he moans against her lips when he feels her hand reach between their bodies and cup his trapped erection, slowly rubbing it as she takes his breath away. 

She doesn't stop when they need to catch their breaths either, instead slipping her tongue back into his mouth and continuing the small movement of her hand and fingers. I.N is wild with need, his hands moving of their own accord and unclipping her bra with the practiced flick of his fingers. Her bra doesn't fall from her chest, trapped in between the two, but it slowly slides down as his mouth starts to travel along her jaw and down her throat. 

She eventually pulls away, her arm moving to catch the bra before it completely falls away. 

“Did you… Like your special treatment?" (Y/N) jokes as she catches her breath. 

He nods, completely lost for words. 

“Good. Now…” she moves her hooded eyes towards the group’s leader. “Do you want to kiss me?”

“I want to do a hell of a lot more than that,” Chan thinks, continuing to dig his fingernails into his palm for some semblance of self control back. 

“Oh?" 

Chan instantly goes completely red when it registers that he just said that out loud. He watches as this gorgeous woman gets off of I.N’s lap, her eyes drowning in lust from make out sessions with seven people. The tips of his ears are practically on fire by the time she straddles him, her clothed cunt brushing against the obvious tent in his shorts. 

“Come on Channie. I know you want control right now. Why not take it?” she whispers in his ear. 

He tenses at her words, desire practically written all over his face. He does want control, but more importantly, he wants her; she might as well be a siren and he a sailor who's about to jump ship. He's been thinking about what she'd sound like with his cock deep inside her since he met her and he'd be damned if he denied himself any longer. 

“Fuck it." 

He grabs the back of her neck and yanks her lips to his, kissing her like his life depends on it. Both of her hands fly to his messy hair and she tangles her fingers in it, happy to hand any form of control over to him. Now that there’s no hand to support her bra, the straps slip down her shoulders and she discards it in the same general direction as her shirt. She’s surprised to learn how much she likes being watched and begins to grow quite desperate herself, squirming in Chan’s lap as his hands move all over her body; soon there are fingers slipping under the waistband of her sweatpants, blindly seeking her clit. A long moan is pulled from her lips when he manages to find it, cruelly pressing the pads of his fingers into the cloth of her underwear and starting to move in tight circles. 

“Oh, fuck~ Channie…” she whines.

Chan smirks and removes his lips from her jugular. “If anyone is uncomfortable, you’re welcome to leave the living room. No one will judge you.”

No one moves a muscle, their eyes all glued to the woman whimpering in their leader’s lap.

“Do we all get a turn?” Felix asks hoarsely.

“That’s not up to me,” Chan ceases his movements and tries to catch the shy STAY’s gaze. “Can you take that?”

We’ll soon find out, won’t we? (Y/N) nods, her face flushed. “I- I think so…”

“Do we go in the original order?” Hyunjin doesn’t even bother to pretend he’s looking respectfully.

“I think that should work.”

“Do you really think she can take eight people?” Seungmin directs his question to Chan as if (Y/N) can’t answer for herself; normally that would piss her off, but right now it only turns her on more.

“Yes. She’ll be good for us, won’t you?”

She frantically nods, unable to form sentences.

I.N rolls his eyes at her non-verbal answer. “Use your words.”

“Yes! I’ll be good.”

“Perfect!” Chan smiles sweetly and takes his hand out of her pants. “Then get undressed.”

A full body blush burns through her as she stands up. She usually isn't comfortable undressing in front of one person, let alone eight of them, but she shoves that down and starts to slowly take her sweatpants off before her nerves make her fully sober up. Her thumbs slip under the waistband and she wiggles her hips as she drags the pants down, taking her time bending over and stepping out of them too before she moves on to her underwear. 

“Wait!" Hyunjin yells when she's only pulled them down by a few centimeters. “Please… Come here…"

(Y/N) bites her bottom lip and walks over to him, getting on her knees when he motions for her to get back into their earlier position. She straddles him once more and allows him to control her hips, letting him drag her up and down his clothed erection along with the help of her thighs. The simple act of moving her panties to the side sends a bolt of arousal through her and she shivers as his slender fingers rub and tease her clit. She has to use Hyunjin’s shoulders to stabilize herself and does her best to not cum just from the way he's looking at her, but that feels more impossible after every second that passes. Then without warning, he shoves two long digits inside of her and she cries out in response. 

“Fuck you're so wet,” he murmurs. 

“I wanna feel too,” Changbin says as he reaches towards the two.

Hyunjin’s fingers don’t stop their gentle thrusts and soon there’s another finger prodding at her wet hole. 

“We’ve barely touched you,” Changbin laughs when he feels her arousal. “Someone’s eager.”

“Sh-shut up,” the excited STAY groans, her breath catching when the fingers inside her curl. “Oh, fuck-”

“If you can’t handle two fingers, what makes you think you can handle even one of us?” the dancer whispers, only making her clench around his fingers.

“Maybe you… should test me out…” she says as smugly as she can.

The other men watch on with amusement at her challenge- everyone in the room knows that Hyunjin is willing to take that bet. 

“First, everyone should be able to feel how excited you got by just being kissed,” he declares, taking his fingers out to hold her up for the others.

Her legs shake as they take turns feeling her and tasting her. “You taste good,” Felix gently grabs her face and makes her watch as his fingers delve back inside of her roughly, thrusting in and out a few times before he pulls them out to bring them to Hyunjin’s lips. “Have a taste.”

His eyes flick to the blonde and they hold eye contact as his tongue wraps around his glistening fingers and licks them clean. “You do taste good… but I feel like something is missing.”

(Y/N)’s so lost in the stimulation, that she doesn’t notice how he’s slowly lowered her down, nor that his members have aided him in freeing his arousal from its cloth confines.

“Wha-what?” she manages to ask through the haze, worry working its way onto her features.

“Me,” he then yanks her hips down, slamming his cock inside of her.

She freezes momentarily with her mouth agape and he continues moving her up and down, relishing the feel of her walls squeezing around him.

“Ah, Hyunjin-! Oh~ oh fuck- …” She tightens her grip on his shoulders to cope with the pleasure.

“You’re alright,” he soothes. “You can take it.”

Her clit screams for attention, but he ignores it, electing to continue dragging her up and down his cock. “Oh- please, please~”

“What do you want?” Chan asks as he lounges back on the couch to watch the show. “Tell him.”

Her cheeks burn and she tries to work up the nerve to ask the man inside of her to touch her. “Please, um…”

Seungmin laughs. “How are you still shy when you’re fucking one of our members in front of us?”

“Please, someone… I wanna cum so badly.”

“And how do you plan on doing that?” Felix teases, his fingers ghosting over her clit.

(Y/N) spends a moment wishing she hadn’t sobered up so much before she manages to force the words out of her mouth. “Can you please touch me?”

Felix plays dumb. “Where?”

Out of frustration, she snatches his hand and presses his knuckles against her throbbing bundle of nerves. “If I don’t get to cum, then no one does,” she growls through clenched teeth as she throws all semblance of modesty out of the window.

He chuckles. “There she is.”

He then finally does as she asked, turning his hand over and rolling her clit roughly. 

“Thank God,” she moans, her legs quaking as she continues to ride his group member.

“Nugh-” Hyunjin chokes out as she rolls her hips, clenching and releasing his length as she goes up and down. “Oh, fuck baby, feels so good.”

She’s leaning her forehead onto his collarbone as she withers on top of him, moaning as she slowly gets closer to release. She desperately chases her orgasm, the eight pairs of eyes on her only fueling her pleasure.

“Felix, stop,” Hyunjin orders, to which his junior complies. 

Before (Y/N) can protest, his grip on her hips tightens and he yanks her down his cock more roughly than before, fucking up into her as he chases his high. He doesn’t hold back the urge to cum when his pace becomes sloppy, instead welcoming it and spilling into her as he loudly moans. The loss of her orgasm is devastating, but the STAY doesn't have time to complain.

Someone places a hand in the middle of her upper back. “Jinnie, lay back for me please.”

He does as asked and takes the woman in his lap down with him. His arms wrap around her upper abdomen and yanks her into him, her breasts squishing against his shirt and her ass going in the air when he rolls his hips to force her lower half up. As if it's well practiced choreography, she's moved from riding to doggie- all without moving a muscle herself. 

Hyunjin's now soft dick slips out of her as she tries to process what the fuck just happened while cool hands tuck into her waist and another hard cock abruptly sinks inside of her. Her noise of confusion morphs into a choked out moan. 

“Oh shit," Han laughs. “Have you guys done this before?"

Felix smirks, his pace smooth and fast as he fucks the girl moaning into his friend’s chest. “Yhup.”

“She's taking it pretty well," Lee Know remarks as he watches. The view of Felix's ass isn't exactly bad either.

“She is taking it pretty well, huh?" Hyunjin pants beneath her as he recovers from his orgasm. “I think that maybe you deserve a reward. Would you like to cum baby?" 

“Fuck, please!" she whines. 

He smiles and lightly grabs her throat to guide her lips to his. She mewls as she’s fucked into him from behind, but he swallows her sounds.

“Come on, let the girl cum," Changbin laughs. 

“Maybe we should get her to beg for it?" Seungmin suggests as he palms his erection through his pants. 

“Nah, she's earned it. Let her cum," I.N says. 

“Hyung?” Felix looks at Chan. “What do you think?" 

“Hmm, I dunno. If we let her cum, she might not be able to take anymore,” he trails off. 

“Please please please let me cum!” she pulls away from Hyunjin’s mouth to beg. "I can take it, please just let me cum.”

Chan clicks his tongue. "Well, you heard the lady. Let her cum.”

Hyunjin's fingers are on her clit the second the decision is made and moans fall from her lips as her thoughts go deliciously fuzzy. "Ah! Yes, oh yes! Don't stop Lix, please don't stop.”

Felix obliges and keeps his exact pace and angle while she withers. She gasps when he bullies a soft spot that drives her wild and her moans get louder until she finally clamps down on his cock and cums around him. He diligently fucks her through her orgasm so she can't catch her breath and Hyunjin keeps abusing her clit while the blonde chases his own release. His voice breaks as he cums deep within her, her name the only word he can come up with.

“Fuck that was hot," Minho groans and pushes Han's ass harder into his lap. 

Han’s breath catches, but he tries to stay focused. “I wonder if she can take two at the same time?”

(Y/N) lets them speculate. She can hear them, but her intense orgasm prevents her from bothering to comprehend what they're saying and honestly, she doesn't care. If fucking everyone means more of these orgasms, then she'll take all of them twice if she has to.

“Sweetheart, did you hear me?” a voice asks. 

“Huh?” (Y/N) shakes her head to ground herself. “Sorry?”

“Do you want to take a break?” Changbin asks. 

“No thanks. I'm okay- I just… Forgot what planet I'm on for a moment.”

The boys laugh. “That good and you're only two in?” someone asks. 

“You better at least hold out for me. I started this afterall, “ I.N huffs

“You should give him a special reward baby. Without his dare, you wouldn't be able to cum tonight,” Chan smiles and playfully wiggles his eyebrows.

“Pfft, none of y'all would,” (Y/N) retorts as she carefully gets off of Hyunjin with Felix and Changbin's help. 

“Speak for yourselves. We already had plans,” Minho grins before he begins kissing along the back of his boyfriend’s neck and collarbone. 

“You should all be thanking me,” I.N preens. 

“Okay, “ Felix shrugs and starts tying his hair back, “I didn't know you were into men.”

“Whoa, whoa that's not what I meant!” the Maknae frantically waves his hands while a blush heats up his face. 

“That would be hot," (Y/N) winks before being pulled onto the couch by Changbin. 

“My turn," he says lowly and pulls her into a kiss.

His knee keeps her legs from squeezing shut as his fingers play with her sensitive clit and she whines at the sensation, aching for him to do something more. To shut her up, his tongue slips into her mouth, distracting her enough to secretly give her some time to recover. His hand cradles her head and she can’t help but blush in his arms, feeling oddly safe as she restlessly grinds on his knee.

Changbin pulls away after a couple of minutes. “Someone come here and take these damn things off,” he motions to her pushed-aside underwear. “I’m going to give you guys a show too.”

Seungmin stiffly walks over and waits as the STAY is asked to lie down on her side, facing everyone. She does so quickly- she’s more than ready to have another mind-blowing orgasm, but facing everyone like this is difficult.

“Go on Seungmin. Take them off for her.”

Even just his fingers grazing her skin sends shivers up her spine and they leave goosebumps in their wake. He gently tugs them off of her as she gives him a shy smile, opening her legs to aid him. When he slips them completely down, he discards them and instead of sitting back down, his hands start to feel up her thighs; they slowly move higher and higher until his fingers are dancing in between her legs. His desperation and impatience is hot in ways (Y/N) can’t describe and she aches for someone to get her off again. 

“Anj-euseyo (Sit down),” Changbin orders the junior, who begrudgingly goes back to his spot to await his turn.

His hand then tucks itself between (Y/N)’s waist and the couch while his other trails down her body; he gets to her left thigh and tugs her leg up to gain more access and to give the other men in the room a show. When his hand leaves her thigh, she keeps her leg hoisted up while he grabs his cock and presses the tip into her opening.

“Are you ready?” 

She whimpers in response and tries to move her hips to get him inside faster. “Please.”

Without another word, his hand is back on the underside of her thigh and he sinks into her. She lets out a drawn out sigh of content that morphs into fragmented moans as he begins drawing himself in and out of her.

“Ah- fuck…” she whines when he bumps a senstive part of her insides.

“God you take him so well,” I.N praises.

Changbin grunts in agreement behind her and his hand slips up her body to cup one of her breasts and tease the nipple.(Y/N)’s breath catches as he gently pinches the delicate skin and her own hand travels to her neglected clit. As soon as her fingers gravitate to it, she’s a mess- her moans only growing more obscene and louder as she’s fucked over the edge.

“Ohh, fuck-” Changbin whines as her walls clamp down around him.

She instinctually tries to close her legs to intensify her orgasm, but he keeps her leg held firmly up and uses the extra tension to fuck her harder.

“Ha- fuck-” (Y/N) pants as she’s fucked right through that orgasm into another.

This time, the soft, warm grip she has on his dick is too much and he cums mid thrust. With her brain fuzzy from two orgasms in quick succession, her vision swims slightly and her eyes slightly roll back as she tries to regain her bearings.

Changbin gently pulls out, placing a soft kiss on her shoulder as he does so. “Are you okay?”

She nods slowly before blurting, “Holy shit.”

He laughs and gets off the couch while Seungmin swiftly climbs onto it and slots himself in between her legs. 

“Guess that means you don’t need to cum again,” he smirks, his eyes flashing with mischief.

“Hey, don’t deprive me,” she pouts and arches her back to help him drag her pelvis up his thighs. “Please?”

He ignores her and pulls her closer- she can feel his tip kiss her opening. “Can you take it?”

The moment she says ‘yes’, he slips into her and begins a brutal and impatient pace like he’s been waiting much longer than the duration of this “game” to have her.

“Ah, fuck- Seungmin~” (Y/N)’s hands go back down her body towards an obvious goal, but he catches them and holds her wrists together to keep her from pleasuring her clit. “Please- please, Seung… min…”

He shakes his head. “You don’t need to.”

His cock rubs against a part of her insides that send electricity through her body and she shakes while her toes curl. She’s so close again, she just needs that little extra-

“Hyung,” Seungmin looks over at one of his elders. “Hold her hands.”

“Absolutely not,” Minho laughs. “Have you seen her pouty face? I’ll fold.”

“I’ll do it,” Han gets up and walks over to her. 

“Please?” the corners of the needy STAY's lips turn down and her eyes go wide in an adorable pout, but Han stays strong and firmly grabs her wrists for Seungmin, pinning her arms above her head. 

“Seungmin doesn't want you to,” Han responds, brushing her hair out of her face and watching her breasts bounce from the force of his bandmates' thrusts. 

“Please let me cum again,” she whines in between moans. 

He shakes his head and she turns her attempts back on the man who feels so good inside her. “Seungmin please? Feels so good and I just wanna cum for you.”

He ignores her, his pace growing sloppy as he reaches his high. His grip on her thighs grows stronger and he drags himself in and out of her until he finally cums, though unlike his fellow members, he manages to pull out in time and cum onto her bare stomach. 

“I've been wanting to do that for so long…” he pants. 

(Y/N) glares at him. “I'm going to get you back next time.”

He waves her off. “All I'm hearing of that I get to fuck you again." 

“I won't let you cum all day baby. You'll be begging and pleading to be able to cum, and I'll just tell you that you don't need to.”

“Strong words from someone covered in my cum,” Seungmin teases and slowly gets up off the couch. 

“And you-” (Y/N) looks at Han. "If you think you can get out of it by begging your boyfriend to get you off, then you've got another thing coming.”

Most of the other boys laugh. "Hey! Hyunjin didn't let you cum either!” Han defends. 

“I made her cum with Felix though,” Hyunjin smirks. 

“Hey. You aided her with me,” Felix rolls his eyes playfully. 

“Keep telling yourself that.”

“Dickhead,” Felix huffs. 

“You are what you eat,” Hyunjin’s smirk only grows and he winks at the blonde. 

“Ha! Sluts!” (Y/N) laughs as she slowly sits up.

“Hey, look who's talking,” Felix laughs.

“People in glass houses baby,” Chan chimes in. 

“Oh piss off,” she blushes when Seungmin comes back to wipe off her stomach with a paper towel. “I'm not a slut, I'm a whore. Get your vocab right.”

The boys crack up and Seungmin cuts her off by placing a quick kiss on her lips before letting Han take over. 

“Jagi, what are we thinking?" Han sits down on the couch and beckons their girl over to them. 

She smiles, her shame going completely out the window as she sits in his lap completely bare.

“I really liked when her back was arched with her ass in the air,” Minho responds before he looks at her. “Are you okay with that?”

(Y/N) nods. “It's my favorite position.”

“It's settled then, but let's give everyone a bit of a show first, huh?" Han smiles before surging forward to kiss the girl in his lap. 

She immediately kisses him back, her hands slipping under his shirt and gliding up his abdomen. She then slowly lifts up his shirt to reveal his tattoos in almost a teasing manner before she eventually gets his shirt up high enough to where they have to break the kiss to discard it; they're quick to find each other’s lips again. (Y/N) makes sure to thread her fingers into Han’s hair and yank his head back as her tongue explores his mouth once more, allowing Minho to get a good view of his desperate boyfriend.

“You’re so beautiful baby,” she mumbles against his lips before she messily kisses along his jaw and then follows the vein in his neck down to his collarbone. “I bet you look even prettier covered in cum.”

His already strained shorts seem to grow smaller and he squirms underneath her. “Fucking hell.”

She grinds her hips against his trapped arousal and he groans before he looks at his amused boyfriend in silent pleading. 

“Well?” Lee Know smirks. “Go on.”

This is all of the permission Han needs to use his close grip on the STAY’s hair to pull her away from his neck and tell her to get on her hands and knees. She hungrily nods and does as he asks, her back arching as her ass stays in the air and her forearms kiss the carpet. Han gets behind her, his hands practically gluing themselves to her hips before he moves one to help himself line up with her needy hole. 

“Wait,” Minho cocks his head. “Move to the side a tad. I want a better view.”

They shuffle to the side a little before they continue. Han pauses for a moment before standing up briefly to yank his shorts all the way down along with his underwear and kicks it off before returning to where he was.

“Shirt too,” Felix calls out, his eyes darting to Minho quickly before going back to the two who are about to fuck in front of him.

“Do it,” Minho agrees before Han moves a muscle.

He does away with the garment in moments though and then he’s back to looking at the woman who’s waiting desperately to be filled.

He leisurely thrusts just the tip of his cock into her, watching as she braces, only to let out an annoyed huff when he pulls back out. He does it a couple more times just to tease, but (Y/N) quickly grows sick of it.

“Han Jisung, I swear to god-”

She doesn’t get to finish her sentence because without warning, he ploughs into her. She yelps in surprise and then lets out high pitched, breathy squeals when he keeps these hard thrusts up. He’ll push into her roughly and then slowly drag himself out, just to slam back inside of her and repeat. Her insides begin to ache in a delicious way the longer he keeps this up and when she suddenly feels a finger on her clit, she’s pushed over the edge.

Syllables and incoherent sounds spill from her mouth and her walls spasm around the man inside her, causing them to both let out long winded moans. She keeps her eyes squeezed shut to try to help her cope and she tries to grab at the carpet, but the overstimulation caused by this impromptu fuckfest is getting to her. Her nerves are so sensitive, she swears that she can feel Han’s cum as it begins to spurt inside of her and it somehow only makes her hornier. 

He takes a moment to catch his breath before he begins to pull out of her, but suddenly, his spent cock pushes back inside of her. 

“Did I say you two were done?” Minho asks. It’s nice to have more than one person hanging on his every word, willing to do whatever he pleases; there’s a kind of power to it that drives him wild.

(Y/N)’s brain doesn’t work, but her body knows to stay where she is and she allows her face to be shoved into the carpet. The ground muffles her moans as, unbeknownst to her, Han’s pelvis is being manually pushed into hers by his lover. The slightly younger man squirms and he trembles as overstimulation slams into him with a vengeance. The other men watch in admiration as they witness the unfolding scene, surprised at how much (Y/N) can take, but also surprised by the way Lee Know’s hands gently but firmly guide Jisung’s hips in and out of her.

“Please…” Han chokes out. “Have a turn…”

“Aren’t you having fun?”

“Can’t- can’t take… fuck…”

“If anyone should be complaining about being overstimulated, it should not be you,” Seungmin pipes up, snickering at his straining Hyung.

Han whines. “I don’t… wanna… get… too rough… with her.”

Chan cocks his head before calling out in a slightly condescending tone, “(Y/N), sweetheart- are you doing okay?”

She can’t be bothered to comprehend what he said and only lets out a noise to acknowledge that she heard him.

“That’s not much of an answer,” Changbin chuckles.

“Poor girl has probably been fucked stupid,” Hyunjin laughs.

Lee Know sighs, threading his fingers through Han’s hair and pulling his lips in his direction. Han smiles into the kiss like it’s helping him regain his senses and he eventually pulls away. 

“Baby… Why don’t you try her out?”

Having been given some time to recover now, (Y/N) decides to tune back into the conversation. She raises her head slightly and blinks several times to regain her focus.

“Would that be okay?” Minho directs the question to her.

“Huh?”

“Can I uh- I’ve never been with a woman-”

The STAY blushes and lets out a quiet chuckle when she grasps his question. “Lee Minho. Are you asking if you can fuck me?”

The tips of his ears burn red and the juxtaposition from how dominant and self assured he was just acting moments ago is incredibly entertaining to the woman he's currently propositioning. 

“I’m curious…”

“You wanna see what all the fuss is about?” she snickers, her comment earning a few laughs from those around her too. 

“Well- yeah.”

“And what am I going to get out of being your little experiment, huh?” She teases. She’d fuck him any day of the week, but he doesn’t need to know that.

He smiles and hesitantly places one of his warm hands on her bare ass. “Who do you think was helping you cum while my boyfriend was fucking you?”

It’s her turn to go red at the mental image of his fingers rolling her sensitive clit like he had just witnessed his members do. “I guess I owe you then?” she jokes, arching her back more to push her ass a tad higher into the air.

“It wasn’t completely selfless,” Minho confesses as he stands up to unbuckle his belt. “It was really hot watching Han fuck you.”

The boys around them nod. “If you, Han, and Hyunjin decide to start making porn, I’ll pay good money for a subscription,” Felix confesses. 

All three mentioned blush intensely. (Y/N) opens her mouth to respond, but her reply gets caught in her throat when she feels hands brush up and down her waist. Lee Know is accustomed to moving slowly at first, but their audience reminds him that he doesn’t necessarily have to.

“Be rough right out of the gate,” I.N encourages. “She’ll take it perfectly fine.”

Lee Know stays gentle and skims his fingertips down the woman’s spine. “Would you be okay with that?”

“Don’t think about me, okay?” she pants as she reassures him. “I’m happy to be your experiment. Just use me.”

“As long as you're sure…” he trails off before abruptly pushing his full length inside of her. 

Her mouth falls open at the smooth pace, his hands really only on her hips for show as his hips are the ones rocking and keeping the perfect pace. He manages to brush a spot that the others were a bit too rough to find and that, adding onto the multiple orgasms she has already had, begins to make her see stars. 

Minho’s hands explore her soft ass and give her a few test pats to gauge her reaction, but he keeps his movements soft and steady. Afterall, he can tell when someone's getting close to their limit, and he knows she'll still want to get through at least two more men before the night is over. 

(Y/N), on the other hand, is getting closer and closer to cumming. Even when she skillfully clenches around him to enhance his experience, his pace doesn't falter and he keeps the angle that he notices seems the fuck the air right out of her lungs.

“Ahhh, keep doing that thing,” he breathes as he gets a tad more rough and sloppy. "I'm not sure… Fuck…”

(Y/N) can't do more than gasp for air and let out high-pitched moans while her nerves sing. He almost begins to target that spot the closer he gets to orgasm and she can't help but drool a little as she whines his name. 

“Oh fuck~” he groans before allowing himself to spill into her. 

Her orgasm slowly slips away, but she’s so sensitive that she doesn’t even have to worry about whether she'll cum again; afterall, the air on her hot skin is almost enough to make her lose her mind.

“Fuck Jagiya,” Han breathes like he’s the one who just had his guts rearranged; his eyes are glued to his man’s glistening dick. 

“Is… can I?” Everyone’s eyes flick to Felix, who’s blown pupils say everything he can’t put into words. “Since we’re already sharing…? I-”

Minho’s previous smug-ness is back. “Something wrong?”

The blonde looks at him like he wants to eat him alive and (Y/N)’s eyes bounce between Han, Felix, and Minho, watching in vague interest while she recovers. She’s not sure why Chan looks so surprised at Felix’s reaction, she thought his lust for the older member was pretty obvious. 

“(Y/N), do you need help?” I.N whispers next to her.

The sudden voice starles her, but she shakes her head. “Just tired… and a little sore.”

“I’m not surprised,” he watches as she rolls onto her back and sits up; he reaches his hand out to help her up and she takes it.

Her legs quake as she stands and he gives her a concerned look. “Do you want Channie-Hyung and I to wait?”

“N-no.”

“You can rest for a few days if you need to before-”

“I want you now,” she licks her lips.

He freezes at her words, his body absolutely riddled with need. “Are you sure?”

“I am.”

“Okay… lay down, I’ll be gentle.”

She bites her lip and lays on the couch as she watches him hesitate before climbing on top of her, still fully clothed. 

“I can’t wait to undress you,” she purrs before grabbing the back of his neck and surging up to meet his lips.

He melts into her kiss, letting out a groan as one of her hands slowly drags itself down his chest and torso, only to stop at his waistband and pull back up. I.N loses himself in her lips and the feel of her hand in his hair.

“Since I met you,” he murmurs, “I wanted you.”

She giggles, “I hope the wait is worth it.”

He trails kisses down her neck and leaves small bruises along the way, savouring how she squirms underneath him. “Absolutely.”

His mouth gets to one of her neglected breasts and he gets to work tasting her delicate flesh. He takes his time teasing her nipples and gently massaging each breast like he’s being paid by the hour. (Y/N)’s body burns, goosebumps arising at his touch. Even though he knows she well and truly doesn’t need it, his hand wanders down her body and eventually, a finger pushes into her- then a second. He likes feeling her tighten her grip on his roots as she throws her head back into the couch, moans instantly spilling from her lips.

“Fuck you look so good like this.”

“Ha… nugh… Innie, fuck-”

“You wanna cum again baby?”

She rapidly nods her head. “God, yes please.”

“I can do that for you,” he takes his fingers out and brings them to her lips. “Go on, clean up your mess.”

She whimpers before taking his fingers into her mouth, her wet tongue more than glad to receive them. He can’t help the gasp that escapes his lips when her tongue swirls around them and soon her hand is skimming up his shirt, her fingernails brushing along his abs. He tries to continue savouring her, but he can’t deny himself anymore… he needs to be inside her before he explodes.

With her legs wrapped sinfully around his waist, he does his best to yank his shirt off with her aid and adds it to the clothes strewn about the living room. His sweatpants are next to be messily kicked off and soon he’s shimmying out of his underwear to finally let his painfully hard arousal free. It’s easy to line himself up with her more than ready opening and a groan of satisfaction is pulled out of him when he finally sinks into her. I.N rolls his hips slowly to explore her insides and she trembles when he finds the same spot that Lee Know had previously abused. 

“Ah, fuck, right there please!” she begs, one of her hands slipping over his shoulder and digging her nails into his skin. 

He does as she asks and captures her lips once more to greedily swallow her sounds while her other hand gravitates toward her clit. Within seconds, she’s crying out into his mouth and quaking as he fucks her through her orgasm and throws her straight into another one. Her legs squeeze his waist and he keeps thrusting into her, slowly getting rougher and rougher until he's reaching his own peak. 

“God you feel so good,” he chokes out as she takes his feverish ruts so well. 

When they finally catch their breaths, they realize that they can still hear moaning. Their eyes follow the sound until they see Felix with his head thrown back, Han on his side with his fingers wrapped around his throat and Minho in between his legs, his length swallowed whole. I.N and the interested STAY pause to watch the show and she can't lie- Han would make delicious porn; she now completely understands what the guys were talking about. 

“You still deserve your special reward,” she breaks their silence and smiles cheekily at the Maknae. 

“I'm not sure what else you could give me,” I.N laughs and pecks her lips before sitting on his knees so she can get up. 

She slips off the couch and onto the carpet, kneeling down before she motions for I.N to sit in front of her. He slowly does so and she gets in between his legs, her fingers wrapping around his resurrecting cock to give him the head of his life. Semen and her own cum drips down her thighs, but she ignores it, instead using the tip of her tongue to trace up from his base to the tip. 

“Holy shit," he breathes.

“Ah, hold on!” Hyunjin scrambles to move towards them. "You should sit on something comfortable… Like my face.”

(Y/N) laughs along with I.N but she does as asked, moving briefly so that Hyunjin can lay on his back and prepare her ‘seat’.

“I'm kinda scared that I'm gonna to suffocate you," she confesses as she carefully hovers over his head. 

“A man can dream-” he says before reaching up and using her thighs to yank her pussy to his mouth. 

He has her shaking in seconds with the way he flicks his tongue along her clit, but not to be outdone, she grabs Jeongin’s weeping cock again and drags her tongue along the head. 

“If you feel teeth, blame Hyunjin,” she jokes before she slowly swallows him. 

The poor boy doesn't even have time to prepare, his previous orgasm still reverberating through his body when her head starts bobbing up and down. It's all he can do to not cry from the pleasure as he messily holds her hair for her and lets out some of the loudest moans he's ever produced. (Y/N) works hard to hollow out her cheeks and give this man the mind blowing head he deserves, but it's very difficult to concentrate on the sensitive organ in her mouth when her clit is being sucked on and bullied at the same time. She can't help but moan while her tongue wraps around I.N and she loses her focus, causing her to choke when he hits the back of her throat again. Her struggle to breath goes unnoticed as the man uses his grip on her hair to fuck her mouth until he's spurting semen down her throat.

When he finally lets go, she gasps for air and tries to cover her mouth to muffle the borderline scream she releases when she cums again, but I.N yanks her hand away from her mouth to hear her scream Hyunjin’s name. Her legs violently shake and her whole body trembles as she grinds against the dancer's face, her head thrown back and her nails biting into Jeongin's thigh. She uses most of her strength to lift herself up when she can't take anymore. 

“Oh my God, I was so loud I'm so sorry,” she fusses when she regains her bearings. “Did I hurt your ears?”

Inne laughs. “If I didn't just cum twice, I'd bend you over the couch and fuck you right now just to hear that scream again.”

Hyunjin continues to kiss her thighs before agreeing. “That was fucking sexy. I wanna hear it again too.”

“I’m not sure if I can take anymore,” she whines. “And I still want Channie to fuck me tonight.”

Hyunjin smirks underneath her while he continues leaving hickies. “Let him have his way with you and then get ready to scream my name some more.”

“You heard her," Chan walks over to help the girl up. “You wait. It's my turn.”

“I held out for you," she whispers and clings to him to help support her jelly legs. 

He smiles. “I'll keep that in mind when you're screaming and begging for more." 

He places her back on the couch, gently pushing her shoulder back to get her to lay back down. She does so, and watches him slowly strip in front of her. His shirt comes off first and her fingers itch to explore the feeling of his muscles twitching under her fingertips. Chan finds the lust in her eyes to be quite the ego boost considering she’s almost completely fucked out- He’s excited to make her reach her limit.

He wants to continue to tease her with a strip show, but he’s been patiently waiting while all of his members have their ways with her and now he’s done waiting. He gets in between her legs and sits on his knees, grabbing her legs and yanking her body up his thighs until he gets her calves over his shoulders. Then one of his hands slips under her lower back to help him keep up a steady pace and his other helps him guide his arousal to where he needs it most. He wants to go slow and give her grace, but desire overrules him and he stuffs himself inside of her without warning.

(Y/N) lets out a whimper, mewling even when he just slightly shifts to get a better grip on her. “Fuck, fuck, Channie~”

“You can take it,” he soothes, finally getting the grip and leverage he wants before he starts dragging her along his length.

Her moan catches and she whines out syllables as she tries to cope, but Chan has other ideas. His free hand hovers over her lower abdomen, his fingers splayed across her skin as he gently presses down. She lets out a moan loud enough for him to count it as a scream and random noises start to fall from her lips. Soon, her walls are squeezing around his cock and she’s crying out his name. He doesn’t let up though, and keeps ploughing into her just to watch her shake and feel her calves tense; he won’t be satisfied until his name is the only word she knows. The pressure on her lower stomach stays and she can’t tell when her orgasms begin or end anymore as her eyes begin to roll back into her skull. Chan fucks her right until the exact moment she’s completely fucked out and then he abruptly stops, conveniently managing to hold back his own orgasm.

(Y/N) can barely think- putting thoughts together takes too much energy, too much effort to see through the dizzying pleasure- so when Chan scoops her up, she just mindlessly moves her body to aid him. He walks the short distance to the armchair he was originally lazing in and plops down with her in his arms. She stays snugly tucked into his chest and she places feather-soft kisses along his throat.

“God you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his fingers tilting her chin up to guide her into a kiss.

“So are you,” she blushes. “Have you cum yet baby?”

He shakes his head. “I don’t think you can handle it anymore. I stopped in case it started to hurt.”

She smiles at his thoughtful-ness. How many other men would deny themselves an orgasm like this? “I want you to cum too Chan. Everyone else has.”

“I’ll be okay sweetheart. Next time.”

She shakes her head. “You deserve to cum. Please, let me be the one who makes you.”

“(Y/N)-”

“Please?”

Having an absurdly hot woman naked in his lap begging to make him cum is not something Chan was ever taught to resist, so despite his slight worries about her enjoyment, he finds himself agreeing. 

“How do you want me baby?” she whispers in his ear.

A brilliant idea pops into his head when he hears someone let out a strangled moan. “Do you have the strength to ride?”

She nods. She’ll do almost anything to make him cum, even as her muscles ache in protest.

“Turn around.”

She shifts in his lap and does as asked, turning to face the other members, who’s attention is torn between her and Chan and Han and Felix. Their STAY also can’t help but watch as Han guides Felix’s head along his cock, his finger tangled in blonde hair as Lee Know observes, lazily stroking his revitalized erection. It takes Chan squeezing her thigh to remind her that she’s got her own man to please right now.

“Come on baby… Don’t get distracted now…” Chan murmurs, lifting her up to help her get him back inside of her.

Shivers run down her spine as he slowly reinvades her insides. She lets out a sigh of pleasure and sinks down at an unhurried pace to enjoy the feel of his skin rubbing against hers. She clenches around him to help her memorise where the smooth hardness and the angry veins meet- she wants to know the slight differences in him when he’s so close, what it’s like to get him off without his help, what he’ll feel like when he cums and what he’ll sound like calling her name-

With those thoughts fueling her, she begins bouncing and rolling her hips smoothly, listening for his reactions to know what he likes. With both of her hands on his bare thighs to help support herself, she has no free hand to pleasure her clit, but she doesn't mind- she's cum plenty tonight. She briefly closes her eyes to enjoy the cock inside of her, only opening them when she feels cool hands brushing her inner thigh. Her eyes fly open to find Hyunjin kneeling in front of the armchair, in between her legs and his leader’s, with a sparkle in his eye. 

“We can't have your poor clit being neglected now, can we?” he smirks before leaning in and pressing his tongue into the beyond sensitive bundle. 

He scoots closer to them while (Y/N) continues doing her best to keep her pace, only to moan when Chan's hands fly to her boobs as a way to cope when his junior’s warm tongue grazes his cock. 

“Ah, fuck~” they both whimper at the same time. 

Very quickly, the pleasure becomes too much for her. Chan's dick feels delicious and heavenly and Hyunjin’s tongue feels like sin itself despite his angelic face. Her loud moans quickly turn into those highly anticipated screams that the boys seem to covet and she calls out the duo's name like gods she's begging for mercy. She's not sure how her legs don't give out when she's fucked way past fucked out and she starts begging Chan to cum while overstimulation makes her eyes water. 

Unbeknownst to her, he's actually fighting the urge to cum when he probably could have right when he was first inside her. He wants to see how far she can be pushed and honestly, now he also doesn't want the smooth tongue that occasionally catches the base of his cock to end either. 

Seungmin eventually decides that the noise is too much and walks over to the three people. He gently grabs (Y/N)’s face and turns her head to the side while her mouth remains wide open due to the pleasure. Her eyes flutter open, but she doesn't even have time to process before there's a cock in her mouth. She does her best to suck him off to the best of her ability, but she genuinely can't think straight as Chan gets rougher, his hands falling into her waist to make her move faster up and down his length. She moans around Seungmin’s dick and his eyes roll back as he too begins relentlessly fucking her. She managed to somehow catch breaths in between, but let them out in moans and muffled screams.

“Now be a good girl and let our leader cum inside of you baby,” Seungmin taunts through clenched teeth. 

Chan cums almost right after the sentence leaves his mouth, but Hyunjin's tongue doesn't stop its assault and Seungmin keeps thrusting into her mouth until he's cumming down her throat and then pulling out to let the rest spill onto her breasts. 

“Stop! Please stop!" she cries as she places a hand on Hyunjin's head. 

He immediately pulls away, concern written all over his face when he notices the tears. 

“Are you-”

“Too much. Too much. I can't- take. Anymore. Please.”

He smiles and nods before getting to his feet and running to grab a towel to clean her up. 

“Are you okay?" Seungmin asks while cupping her face. “Did I hurt you?”

“No no… Just too much.”

“Do you want to shower?" Chan pants behind her.

She nods, so Seungmin says, “I'll start one.”

“Thank you,” she blushes.

Chan shifts underneath her. “Do you need help standing, sweetheart?”

She tries to lift herself before signing and quietly accepting help. Chan's slow and gentle while pulling out of her, but feeling him drag against her walls almost makes her want to sink back down. (Y/N) then wonders if she has actually been fucked stupid.

She needs his help up the stairs too, her muscles absolutely exhausted and her legs sore as hell, but her pride makes her refuse help in the shower. If she's gonna choose to fuck eight different men, then she's gonna choose to shower alone to enjoy her sore body. It's odd how the mild pain is actually kind of yummy- it make her remember the hands against her skin, the cocks fucking into her, the tongues on her clit- she's excited to recover and do it all over again. 

Chan's waiting in their shared room with comfortable pjs on her bed for her and the offer of even more comfortable arms if she wants them. She takes the underwear and forgoes the pyjamas in favour of an almost naked Chan snuggled into her back. It's nice like this- natural almost. They’re all gonna have a lot of post-nut clarity tomorrow along with some serious discussions and she’s gonna be sore as fuck, but damn, these guys… they’re worth it. 

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Crawling Back to You

Chapter ten

Synopsis: After as bad a fight as you had just experienced against Omnipotus, a lot of the Guardians are in need of your assistance. So, it’s time to make your rounds, after a brief visit to an old friend.

Pairing: Rex x F!Reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Chapter: 10/?

Masterlist of all Chapters

TW: Descriptions of Gore and Excessive Blood, Descriptions of Vomiting

Note: Okay I lied, NEXT chapter will bring us to chapter one. getting super close :) and thank you everyone for the comments and theories! I love reading them!

“Flowers?”

“I didn’t know what else to get.” You admit with a lopsided smile, holding out the bouquet in front of you. “It didn’t feel appropriate to get you some random bottle of liquor when I have no clue what you like.” Rex was far easier to apologize to, maybe that was one of his few strengths. You had thought you were making progress with him, but you honestly had a really hard time reading him. You just knew he was hiding something; you couldn’t tell if it was related to you or not.

Donald hesitated before taking them from you. His head turned from side to side, looking for somewhere to place them, but he obviously did not spot someplace satisfactory. You felt bad now, he looked unbelievably dorky holding an obnoxiously sized bundle of flowers. “Thanks…”

“I snapped at you, during the museum job. And I’ve felt bad about it for ages.” Your hands gestured with you while you talked. “I bought these right before the showdown with Omnipotus, and since you’re here now it seemed like the best time.” In retrospect, it definitely was not.

He looked down at them, you couldn’t see his eyes, but he had a steady frown on his lips. “You snapped at me?”

You grimace slightly, maybe you have made the interaction much bigger in your head. After all, Cecil probably yelled at Donald enough that he hardly noticed a difference. Still, you did not want to excuse yourself when you knew you should be better. “I did, and I am sorry.”

“Oh, okay.” Donald returns his gaze to the flowers, the fluorescent lights of the Guardian’s headquarters reflecting off of them.

You liked Donald. He was quiet, competent. He could go completely unnoticed, but you knew how important he was. How much he did for the GDA. You had seen it firsthand when Cecil was familiarizing you with everything. Donald had supplied you with the files of all the superheroes you were going to work with after you had expressed anxiety to him about your oncoming situation. He never said much, but you felt comfortable in his presence. Like an old friend you used to tell everything, now you were distant, but you knew they had your best interest at heart.

A small silence settled over the two of you and you realized how odd it was to see him in the Guardians Headquarters.

“Why are you here Donald?” You inquired, now over the nerves of apologizing. “Did Cecil send you to check on everyone?”

“Yes, but more specifically you.”

“Aw, you guys worried about me?” You give him a cocky smile and lightly punch his arm, immediately feeling awkward afterward when he looks at your point of contact without speaking.

“How are you feeling? It was pretty rough out there, and the scanners are showing that your brain waves are still running slower. You’re not healing as quickly as we would like.”

“It was a rough battle, I’ll adjust.” You nod, you know he’s right, the residual headache is still there even a few hours later. “I think after a night’s sleep I’ll be back to my normal capacity. Right now, I just want to make sure everyone else is doing okay.”

“Everyone is alive, as far as I know none of them are in critical condition. Let them heal naturally or heal them tomorrow after resting.”

You put your hands on your hips raising a brow at him. “Is this a suggestion or an order Donald? Because it is my job to heal these people. I am not going to make them wait because I have a little headache.”

“It is a suggestion from someone who cares.” He says softly. “Your vitals have been all over the place for weeks, you’re unbalanced. With your incident and the last few close calls, you need to be more careful until you reach standard levels.”

The incident. Just call it what it is. You let someone die, no need to dance around it. You frowned slightly to yourself. Both Donald and Cecil had been dancing around the subject at hand. You didn’t even know the man’s name. Maybe it would be inappropriate to visit the grave of someone you had failed that much, but part of you wanted to. A more selfish part of you hoped that if you could, the nightmares would go away.

Maybe Donald and Cecil weren’t dancing around it, maybe they had just moved past it. And you were the one stuck in the past. If you weren’t careful it would start to affect your efficiency. You needed to start trying to move on. You can’t save everyone. But you should have been able to save him.

You blink a few times at Donald and then give him a soft smile. “Donald, I really appreciate your concern, but I am okay. I’ve got this. And if I don’t, should I really be on the team?”

“You’re not on the team Killdeer. You work for Cecil, and your worth expands beyond healing some scratches.”

You give him a nod of acknowledgment, but you have no intention of slinking off to bed in your apartment while these people are in pain. “Thank you, Donald.” You utter softly, before turning to leave the room you are standing in.

“Keep your earpiece in.” Donald says, and you look back at him for a final glance. He’s standing alone in the center of the room. The flowers held lightly in his grip. It was sweet really.

“I will Donald.”

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“I thought you were bulletproof.” Rex sneered.

“There were no damn bullets out there were there?” Bulletproof snarked back.

It was your first time seeing Bulletproof out of his suit, it was almost jarring to actually see his eyes and to see the angry expression he was making at Rex. You ignored their bickering and turned your attention to the long laceration up his arm. “How did you get this?” You questioned, examining it further while grabbing some saline solution and antiseptic they had in the kitchen.

“Damn thing grabbed me. It had these weird claws on its knuckles, wasn’t pleasant I can tell you that.” His gaze dropped to the bottles in your hands. “You need that?”

It came across as a little rude, probably unintentionally so, but you felt yourself bristle a little. “If I purify it before healing it, I won’t have to use as much energy to make sure that your body cleanses itself from the inside.”

“Does it take a lot of energy to heal someone?” He seemed to be genuinely interested, and you felt your souring mood instantly fade away.

You pulled a chair up in front of him, sitting down with your knees almost touching. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Rex tense a little. He probably thought he was entitled to go first, but you were working your way down into the smaller injuries. And besides the cuts he received from saving you, he wasn’t doing too badly.

You began to clear any debris from the gash and used a saline wash to clean it up. “It depends on the injury. A gash like this will probably take a pretty large amount of effort to heal, whereas Rex’s little scratches will take significantly less.”

“The fact I only have a few little scratches I think speaks to how awesome of a hero I am.” Rex leaned against the kitchen wall, a proud smirk on his face.

“Or it goes to show how unhelpful you are. How you hardly get in the real fights.” Bulletproof retorted.

“Look here dickhead, just because I am able to do just as much as you can without being able to fly and without getting hurt doesn’t mean-“

“Oh god please just shut up.” Amanda groaned from her place at the table, Rae sat next to her with her head resting on her arms.

“What’s even wrong with you? You look perfectly fine.” Rex focused his animosity on Amanda now, tilting his head.

“Nothing asshole, maybe I just want to be here for my teammates.” She spat back.

“We don’t need you here pitying us-” Rex started, stepping forward with an antagonistic finger pointed in her direction.

“I want her here.” You said simply, not bothering to look up from your work. A soft snicker escaped Rae but she didn’t lift her head at all either. You were getting a little worried about her, during your brief examination of them all she was showing signs of a concussion, but Bulletproof was losing blood. Even though he still seemed to have the energy to argue with Rex.

Rex hmphed loudly but didn’t continue, he recrossed his arms and rested his back against the wall once again.

“At least one of you has good tastes in company.” Amanda says, which makes you sigh because you know the arguing is about to start up again from this. Like bickering children.

You put down the bottles and grip the overside of Bulletproof’s forearm closing your eyes in concentration. Amanda leans forward slightly in her chair, her eyes wide as she analyzes what you are doing. The abrasion began to mend before their eyes, as if in reverse. Bulletproof grimaced quietly, a stark contrast to Rex’s outburst when you had healed him the first time. The sound of him shifting behind you told you he was reliving the same memory.

You glanced back for a moment, and his eyes immediately locked with yours. He maintained your gaze for a moment before looking away, his folded arms tightening slightly over his chest.

Odd.

You looked back at your work, focusing more on it. The wound was stitching itself organically. Any blood that was being pushed to the surface immediately sank back into the tissue until it was mended completely.

“It’s like it never happened.” Amanda stated, awe clear in her voice. “Pretty cool party trick.”

“But a party trick nonetheless.” Rex immediately interjected. You were getting tired of his whiplash, every time you thought you were both past frivolous insults, he always managed to input another. What an asshole.

You shook your head slightly, the headache was setting in strongly against you. It felt like miniature icepicks were taking turns going in and out at the base of your skull. Nothing new, but you were feeling your tolerance for the bickering begin the melt away.

“Seriously Rex?” Bulletproof responded.

“Why are you here Rex? You here to get healed for your little boo-boos?” Amanda’s tone was laced with the annoyance you decided to keep to yourself.

“Maybe I just want to be here for my teammates.” He said in a mocking tone, repeating Amanda’s earlier sentiment.

“You’re such a child.” Amanda spat.

“Look who’s talking!” Rex retorted.

“Thank you.” Bulletproof said to you, breaking your concentration from the once again oncoming fight.

“You’re welcome Zandale.” You said quietly in response, giving him a tired smile. He stood up, turning his arm a few times while looking over your handy work. He gave a silent nod and then went to leave, giving Rex a nasty look before exiting the kitchen.

Bulletproof’s exit left enough silence for you to turn your attention to Rae who was still laying her head on her arms.

“Rae, come here Hun.” You patted the seat and after a moment she looked up and bobbed her head. She clumsily made her way over staggering slightly to the right on her way over. She seemed to be getting worse as the day was going on, earlier she seemed almost fine. The adrenaline of their earlier battle was probably wearing off. As she sat down you placed your hand on her forearm, preparing to mentally check her. She was wearing a green and grey striped t-shirt; it was cute how everyone seemed more likely to wear the color scheme of their suits even when in their street clothes.

“Your hands are cold.” Rae stated, as she slurred just a little at the end of it, a telltale sign of some sort of brain damage.

“I know.” You responded gently. Her hair was still wet, dripping down her shirt leaving little streaks. “Can you tell me what your name is?” You were resorting to asking her questions, determined to conserve as much energy as possible as your head was killing you already. You wanted to be sure it was most likely a concussion before interfacing with her.

“You don’t know my name?” She frowned at this.

“I know your name.” You reassure, “I just need to hear you say it.”

“What is the point of this?” Rex’s sounds off again, which you consider ignoring, but you figure that will just edge him on.

“I’m checking for a concussion.”

“Can’t you just…I don’t know, tell?” He scoffs.

“The more time I spend determining what the extent of her injuries are, the more energy I burn off. If I can determine the core issue it is much easier to go from there.”

“Stop bothering her Rex.” Amanda glares at him.

“Your name?” You return your attention back to Rae.

“Rachel.” You actually had not known this was her name, so you looked at Amanda to confirm, who simply shrugged, clearly also not having known.

“And your last name?”

“My last name?”

“Yes.” You nodded. She didn’t immediately respond, her gaze wandering over the kitchen.

“Rachel.”

“Where are you right now Rachel?”

“The kitchen.” She looked over at the sink area, clearly taking cues from her surroundings rather than from her inner knowledge.

“The kitchen where?”

She remained silent at this, giving you a look like you had just asked her to do a backflip.

“Okay, Rae, do you know who I am?”

She nodded and gave a smile, immediately saying your name. “Well, that’s good.” You smiled at her. “I was getting a little nervous.” You closed your eyes and focused on the inferior parietal lobule as well as the hippocampus. The brain is a delicate organ, it takes a lot of focus to make sure that you do not accidentally do more damage than good. One small hiccup and you could leave her paralyzed or dead.

Luckily Rex remains quiet for this, and after a few minutes you see Rae’s brow relax, and as far as you can feel her cognitive functions should be back to normal.

“What is your name?” You ask, rubbing one of your eyes with the heel of your palm, willing away the shredding pain behind your eyes. You’re not too far yet though, you weren’t doing too shabby. And Donald dared to doubt you.

“Rae.” She said with a smile, sitting up straighter.

“Full name.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

Well, she seemed fine now. You stretched, a wave of exhaustion falling over you. Soon you’d need to sleep this all off, it had been an extremely long day. “Amanda, can you make sure Rae gets back to her room? Right now, she’s feeling good because of the aftereffects, but once the usual aches set in it’ll hit like a truck.”

“Sure, why not.” Amanda stands up, heading to the door and holding it open for Rae.

“I’ll check on you tomorrow, okay?” You give Rae a pat on the arm you had just been holding on to.

“Next time drinks are on me.” Rae says, standing up with a little spring in her step.

“I’m sure you’ll bring them but somehow I doubt you’ll pay for them.” You tease back, which earns her giving you a shushing gesture before leaving with Amanda.

“Bye Rex.” She says with a glint in her eyes before disappearing out the door. Even with it closed behind them you can hear them both laughing loudly. Who knows why.

“Rather chipper.” Rex states sourly.

“It’ll wear off, you would know.” You lean back in the chair, rubbing the back of your neck.

It was now just the two of you. Hopefully, it would be quick, you were exhausted and in pain.

“Are you going to sit down Rex?” You cocked your head at him, crossing your leg over the other.

“No.”

“Are you going to stand over there like a creep until I feel so uncomfortable I leave?”

“It’s a free fucking country.”

“Well in that case I think I’ll be going-” You uncrossed your legs, putting your hands on your knees to stand up, only to hear him sigh and watch him sit in the chair in front of you. “Or not…I suppose.” You relaxed back into your chair, making no move to heal him. If you were being fully honest you weren’t sure that his minimal injuries were something that concerned you right now. You weren’t sure how much juice you had in you.

“So that fuzzy thing, after healing, that is a side effect of your abilities.” It’s a statement he’s trying to make, not a question.

“I’ve heard it can be. I don’t experience the same effect, so I am not sure.”

“But that is what Rae was feeling right?”

“I don’t know Rex, why don’t you ask her tomorrow?” You sigh softly.

“Why are you so secretive?” He accuses suddenly, a completely different tone entering his voice.

“What?” You sit up slightly at this.

“Access to our files, somehow being able to run missions alone, your little relationship with Cecil. What am I missing?”

“Can I not just be good company?” You furrow your brow at him, tensing slightly.

“No, not to Cecil.”

“I don’t know what you want from me, Rex. I don’t do my job, you’re not happy, I do my job, you’re not happy.” You sit forward slightly. “You tell me you don’t dislike me, you save my ass out in the field, and then you talk shit about me to my face and consistently complain about me.”

Rex’s jaw tightens at this, but he doesn’t say anything immediately in response.

“What can I do Rex? What can I do to make you stop hating me so much huh?” Your frustration is growing by the minute, and you can almost swear your headache is getting worse alongside it. “You want me to quit? Fine, I could quit, but I don’t think that would solve it, would it? You would continue hating me until you forgot about my existence, and maybe not even then.” You stand up promptly, your chair screeching against the floor at the sudden movement. “I think you would grow old and hear the mention of my name, and only know you recognized it by the bitter taste in your mouth.” Your words are coming out harsher than you usually would let them, but you can’t find it in you to care. “You are miserable Rex, and I think that misery will follow you until the day you die.”

“What the fuck is your problem?” He says surprisingly calm, he’s still sitting, and his head is cocked upwards to look at you. His green eyes look darker than normal, and his jaw is ridged.

“You’re my fucking problem Rex!” You run your hands through your hair, stopping with them covering your face for a brief instant. You take a slow breath trying to regain composure. “Do you receive some kind of joy by being the only Guardian left fighting my presence?”

“I’m not the only one-”

“You’re the only one doing it outwardly! At least with the others, they have the decency to do it behind my back!” You took a few steps away, drumming your fingers on the countertop. After a silent, tense few seconds, you turn back around to continue your point only to see he is right behind you. Your back hits the edge of the counter as you try to step back, effectively trapping you.

“I don’t trust you.” He says through gritted teeth, his dark gaze resting on your face.

“Anyone can tell that much.” You respond back immediately.

“You and Cecil are hiding something; I just can’t prove it yet.”

“Are you always this suspicious of new hires?” You squint at him, your voice low.

“Maybe, when it is necessary.”

“Shapesmith is clearly an alien of some sort and you’re more worried about me, why? If you are really so determined to maintain the Guardians, then why aren’t you giving him as much shit as you are me?”

“Maybe I don’t see him as a threat.” Rex’s voice was low, and he was alarmingly close.

“And I am?” You try not to laugh. “An alien versus someone whose power is healing?”

“Is it?”

Your blood runs a little cold at this. How much did he really know? Was he simply baiting you? At this point, you couldn’t tell, and his close proximity was not making it easier.

“Did you want me to heal your scratch or not?” You finally rasp, your eyes dropping to the long gash on his jawline.

“Why would I want that?”

“Chasing that fuzzy feeling?”

“And everyone gets that?” You’re pleased he seems so easily deterred from his previous question.

“So I am told.” Before you think better of it your hand comes up to the side of his face, your fingers tracing over the wound. He doesn’t immediately back away or really have any reaction. He seems ridged. As if he were willing to stay exactly still. After the first swipe of your fingertip you restarted, the pad of your index finger making contact with the upper portion of the scratch. As you swiped down it mended, leaving his skin completely unharmed. Soft and golden. He let out a slow, controlled breath, his eyes were drilling into your face. “There, now it is like you never even saved me.” You say sourly.

“That was only one of the cuts from that ordeal.” He breathes, and for a moment you are sure you feel the atmosphere between you shift. The tension is less fueled by anger and irritation but now it is fueled by something else.

You blink a few times coming up with a response, but before you can think of one, you’re thoughts are interrupted.

“Are you okay?” genuine concern laced his voice.

“What do you mean?” You give him a weird look, and then you hear a voice over your earpiece.

“Brain wave levels are showing a spike, possible episode incoming.” It is a voice you don’t recognize, most likely one of Cecil’s agents.

“Shit!” You exclaim, putting a hand up to your upper lip. You pull your hand back but don’t see any blood. You wipe under your eye and instantaneously you feel the moisture. Pulling your hand back you see it, blood spread over the side of your index finger. “Shit, shit, shit.” You try to focus on breathing. This is not a good time.

Maybe it’s not real. You had not recognized the voice, and usually, your nose bleeds first. Maybe this is like that episode you had after your shower a few weeks ago. “Do you see this?” Panic is laced in your voice unintentionally; you hold your bloodied hand out to Rex.

“What-”

“Rex, do you see it?!” You repeat louder.

“Yes-”

“Rex!”

“Fuck Joy- yes I see it, what is happening?”

The metallic taste begins to fill your mouth, as you feel an oncoming heave working its way up your throat. The trash is too high, once you lose the use of your legs you will pull it down with you. You push past Rex to enter the kitchen, ripping open the cabinets in search of a bucket.

“Joy, what do I do?”

Blood is filling your mouth, and you can hardly hear him, a quick touch to your ear shows that you’re starting to lose blood there too. Finally, you locate what must be a mop bucket and fall to your knees. Your body fights itself, attempting to heal the abrasions you likely now have there too.

You begin to retch into the bucket, crimson blood quickly working to fill it, your eyes blur red as more seeps out of your tear ducts.

Hands come from somewhere behind you, pulling your hair back. A nice gesture, but it was not much use. In a few moments you would be completely out, and the blood would continue to leak out of you regardless.

“Robot! Robo- Rudy help me! Rudy!” Rex’s desperate pleas are drowned out by your gagging, and soon you start to feel your grip on consciousness loosening until you don’t remember what happened next.

Author's Note: This one goes out to the people who were upset we yelled at Donald, you all were heard. After almost one month of writing were nearly at 40k words and up to chapter one, I am so excited

divider credit: @/ saradika

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[lostpiewrites]

Ack! I adore how you write for wb boys:3333 can we have some more pinning with nirei, sugishita, kiryu and anzai with the same concept as the other request🥹🥹 but the twist is that: they realized that the reader is hiding her true personality underneath that “perfect popular princess” facade of hers and her true personality is that shes distant and has a habit of looking down at others and never once tried to get to know anyone better because of some issues? and wb boys are trying to change that by asking her some questions about themselves and the reader finally feels comfortable showing their true self? (SORRY THIS IS SO LONG OMG I GOT CARRIED AWAY 😭)

a/n : hello dearieee ofc we can , thank u for the compliments you guys are making my days like that 🥹. and trust me i write better with longer & detailed prompts so no matter how carried away you get , you don't have to worry. I wanted to spoil you so i made a different scenario for each of the characters.🙂‍↕️ the art credits unknown btw. Leave it to me to find the most beautiful fanarts online but not know the source and not be able to use them in proper context. Anyways , this is the first part that is mentioned in the request, if you'd like to read. But some of the characters are different and also the storylines may not match.

Boss Bitch (Pt.2) 💅

Ft : Akihiko Nirei , Sugishita Kyotaro , Mitsuki Kiryu , Masaki Anzai.

Akihiko Nirei

He was always a people person. He was close with so many people and had so many friends. It was understandable thinking how easy-going , friendly and genuine he was to other people. That was also why it was easy for him to understand sth was wrong with you. Because he has seen similar things a disgusting lot of times before.

Also he had an advantage in your situation. You drew attention too easily to yourself. And considering he had a crush on you for a long time , he has been observing your life to a degree that he can be counted as a stalker. Even tho he isn't harmful by any means...

You engaged with people only when they talked to you first , you sat apart from the crowded groups etc despite the large amount of attention you draw to yourself. You always looked happy no matter what happened , like you didn't give an f about this world. That was the things he first noticed in you.

You didn't really care to make friends either. So he made it his mission to talk to you more even at the degree of annoying you to no end.

He one day came to you at lunch time , sat down beside you and started with small talk. You saw he was genuine and it helped you a lot to open up. And then he blurted out the topic that has been weighing on his mind for a long time.

"I am sorry that i have been holding you up until now , you said you wanted to go back to class after eating. I hope i didn't make your friends wait too much."

It shattered a piece of your heart. It sounded harmless and he probably didn't mean any malice but you got digusted at the thought of having fake friends.

"It's okay , dw. I don't really have that much of friends to hang out anyways. All those people are fake here. I'd rather be alone than trying to put up the 'perfect princess' persona for longer than necessary"

That's the only thing you needed to say for him to understand that you had to keep your distance from people so they don't trap your innocent self into harm. You believed that people are not being genuine to you and trying to get close to you just because you were beautiful and popular so you kept them away and looked down on them , thinking that they didn't deserve a spot near you with that fake-ass personalities of theirs.

He once again made it his mission to be your closest friend. It was easy for him because he always kept attention to your wishes, your needs , just you in general. How to befriend sbd who has no friends ? That was definitely sth only he can do.

He was happy with the outcome on his behalf aswell. He got closer to you day by day , had more time to spend with you. From crushing on you from afar , he came a long way. The next step would be being your bf and he was ready to ask the question when you felt the same.

Sugishita Kyotaro

You didn't wanna be someone special , even in your own life story. You just wanted to blend in and be someone normal but rather ended up being a school celebrity. People always praised you for your heavy but not-noticeable make up and baggy fashion. Without knowing that you wore them to hide the bruises , burns and cut scars over your body ; given by people who have brought you to this world. You had "friends" who knew nothing about the real you but knew only the princess you supposedly are.

Sugishita didn't know what romantic love was by any means. He had read stories , watched movies about people trying to define it. He was just a quiet and awkward kid who didn't take any interest in any girl until you appeared in his life.

It wasn't a love at first sight ofc , he didn't even know what to call as "love" at the start to begin with. But in the end , he now knows that the unusual anger and protectiveness bubbling inside of him when he saw you wincing at the quietest and smallest of touches was love. In it's purest form.

He noticed that you always kept a physical distance between people and yourself , even tho you are supposedly besties with those people. And also bullied the girls who wore revealing clothes to the school , calling them wh0res. When in fact you were just jealous that they got to wear the most beautiful outfits when you were forced to cover all over your body even in summer. He didn't do or say anything , just watched from afar.

Until one day he went to the basement of the school to take some soil for the new plants Umemiya wanted to grow in his garden. He saw you queitly trying to patch up your wounds. You were shirtless so you expected him to apologise and get out. But he didn't. He came up to you and sat right beside you , took the ointment and cotton wool from your hand and quietly applied it to all the wounds on your back that you couldn't reach yourself.

Later that day , your whole life changed. When you went to house an hour late , you expected some harsh slapping and beating. But instead you saw your parents welcoming you in. They also wore clothes that covered all of their bodies and looked at your a bit scaredly.

Little did you know that , that day Sugishita gathered all the Furin together to show your parents a small portion of what they did to you. It was better than any confession you could get. And now you owed him a thank u and a big smooch.

Mitsuki Kiryu

You didn't know what gathered people around you. You weren't as friendly as one would expect from sbd on your scale of popularity , neither you were rich nor you had connections and knew people in power. You weren't even smart , you were just...beautiful. And somehow that made people so interested in you that you could hear whispers weighing down like a fog on every room you entered.

Kiryu have always thought you were elegant and beautiful too. And thankfully unlike other people , he paid attention to you. He saw your passion for your hobbies , he saw how your whole face light up when the cafeteria's lunch menu was sth you liked etc.

But you kept people away from yourself for some reason , you always looked at them like you were disgusted with their mere existence. Other popular girls always messed with you , saying that you didn't deserve to be a popular princess on the school as you didn't even act like one. They were on a different scaling compared to you in terms of effort that's put in beauty.

You were so simple for sbd as popular as you. You didn't really do heavy makeup like other girls of your school , you didn't wear brand clothes or bags , you didn't post a coffee date story every other day. You were easily content with what you had. That somehow caught his interest. But he was shocked when he learned the truth.

You didn't do any of it , not because you chose not to. But because you couldn't even afford to study in that school to begin with. You were an only child so it made it easy for your parents to give up on things for your education but still it hurt him that you couldn't afford what a normal girl your age would enjoy. You didn't have money for those brand items that other popular girls prided themselves with.

But he had more money than he knew what to do with it. And he wanted his crush to have normal teenage girl experiences. So he started off simple. First he paid for your lunch behind your back , for the exclusive menu. Then started leaving small gifts on your desk , along with a note that was written by a "secret admirer". Then those gifts grew bigger ; up until some Prada clothes , Birkin or Gucci bags , eyewears , jewelry , make-up and everything. All of it made all those popular girls invested in whoever your admirer was and moreover , jealous.

One day a note asked you to meet that secret admirer at somewhere in the backyard. That day he confessed both his identity and his love. Maybe being a popular girl all these times was worth it in the end...

Masaki Anzai

You have probably gone through every possible pain this year. You have lost one of your grandparents , your parents divorced , you had to change schools , your bf broke up with you etc. So now you didn't have any energy left to continue living.

Everytime you came to the school at the morning , you were sulking. Anzai saw it , every goddamn time. But whenever sbd tried to engage with you , you put up a brave smile unbotheredly and continued with your life.

You were the school's queen bee , the beautiful popular princess afterall. You had to put up some facade for everyone to not understand sth is wrong and bother you even more. Even tho you were the one putting up a front , you deemed people to be fake because if they were your actual friends , they would understand what's going on with you right ? If they didn't , they weren't your real friends. Simple as that. Even tho it looked like you had no real friends from your perspective.

Anzai didn't like it , in the slightest. Why were you trying to act okay when it most certainly wasn't ? He wasn't gonna let his dearest crush be upset for longer so he took the matters into his own hands and launched a "professional" investigation to find out the reason.

You weren't allowing people that close to yourself and always looking down on them like they weren't worthy of your time , was a result of you being backstabbed by your own friend. Your bestfriend stole your bf , made fun of you in public for your dirtiest secrets that you have shared only with her and left you alone like nothing happened. If it was him , Anzai would have trust issues too.

From that day on , he ended his nonsensical pining. His crush needed emotional support and what typa man would he be if he weren't by her side in her lowest ? He tried to get closer to you by mutually known people and tried to spend time with you even just for sth so cliché like studying together. He always made sure that you felt safe enough to talk about your past and he felt like the bestest free therapist you could get. Were you happy ? Absolutely. Because you felt more like yourself after a lomg time. He was happy on both your and his behalf , already imagining a future together...

[demonic0angel]

Regarding your Dan in Arkham AU. I was wondering how did the Bat family react to Joker anonymously being murdered in jail? Did they discover it was Wraith?

Prev part

“Guys,” Barbara’s voice came through the speaker in an urgent tone. “There’s news from Arkham Asylum.”

Everyone turned around like meerkats spotting danger. Immediately, Bruce demanded, “What happened?”

“It’s… well, it’s not bad, kind of, technically, maybe.” The last part was rambled and everyone shared looks, bewildered at Barbara’s uncharacteristic flustered state.

“O?” Dick asked. “What happened?”

“… the Joker is dead.”

Silence.

And then cheers from most of the occupants within the room.

“Hell yeah!” Jason cheered. “It’s party time! Is the general public aware? It’s like New Years, Christmas, and my birthday all in one! O, invite everyone over, we’re having a celebration!”

Damian clapped enthusiastically while Stephanie hugged Cass, hopping up and down and chanting, “Yes! Yes! Woohoo! Ding Dong, the Joker’s gone!” Even Tim was grinning, while Dick was shaking his head, hiding his smile.

Only Bruce frowned. “Are you sure? Who killed him?”

Barbara coughed, fighting her own grin before she sobered quickly and reported, “No one’s sure, but he’s definitely dead. He was killed out of nowhere and there are currently no suspects. However…” everyone quieted, eyes wide as Barbara hesitated. “I do have my suspicions.”

Bruce grimaced heavily. “Who?”

Jason scowled at him, but before he could speak, Barbara brought up video feed of the hallways leading up to the Joker’s isolated cell. There were three figures sneaking around as they approached it. Two of the figures were very recognizable, blonde pigtails and red hair. However, there was one person most of the Bats did not recognize.

Dick froze stiffly, eyes wide.

“There was a video of the hallway to the Joker’s cells of Ivy, Harley, and another inmate approaching Joker’s cell a few minutes before he died. However, after that, I have no more video evidence, even inside of the cell. It’s all frizzed out.” She tried to demonstrate and only showed off videos of green, glitchy static.

Bruce grimaced. “Who is that? The other inmate?”

“A recent arrival. He was brought in a day ago and was declared a meta, although no one is aware of what his powers are, except perhaps something about fire. He’s been cooperative and peaceful so far. Apparently, he calls himself Wraith and he was caught in Blüdhaven but brought to Arkham Asylum due to his meta status.”

There was a pause as they all registered the news. Dick was inwardly sweating buckets but made sure to keep his posture very innocent, in case Cass was staring at him.

Then Barbara said, “Oh.”

“More news, Oracle?”

“… yeah. He as well as the other Sirens just broke out of Arkham.”

More silence.

Then—

“WHAT?!”

[elviora2570]

Nct dream reaction to you wearing their oversized hoodie

Pairings: nct dream x reader | Genre: Fluff, Slice of Life | Word Count: 2.3k words

Disclaimer: this is a work of fanfiction. I do not own any of the characters, idols, or franchises mentioned. This includes but is not limited to: K-pop groups, anime series, K-dramas, movies, and television shows. All depictions are fictional and created purely for entertainment. These stories are not meant to reflect real-life personalities, relationships, or events. Please do not repost, copy, translate, or claim as your own without permission. Let's keep fandom fun and respectful—this is fiction, not fact!

Mark

Mark walks into the practice room balancing two iced americanos like he’s running late to a meeting (he is). He’s halfway through a yawn when he sees you curled up in the corner, hoodie sleeves swallowed past your hands, nose buried in your phone.

“Hey,” he says, setting the cups down. “You look comfy.”

You hum, distracted. “Mhm.”

It takes him a second. The hoodie isn’t yours. It’s his. Black, frayed drawstrings, the little bleach spot near the hem from that one time he tried to do laundry at 2AM with full confidence and zero sleep.

Mark stares.

“Wait… is that mine?”

You glance up, blink once. “Oh. Yeah. I was cold.”

He short-circuits. “No—yeah—I mean, cool. You can—like. Wear it. Totally fine. Totally—” he gestures vaguely, “—hoodies are for sharing, right? Communal hoodie spirit. Robin Hood of hoodies.”

You smirk. “You okay there, Captain Metaphor?”

Mark flushes and clears his throat. “Just sayin’. You wear it better than I do.”

You don’t miss the way he keeps sneaking glances at you throughout the day, quietly smiling to himself like he just won the lottery in slow motion.

Renjun

You’re lying on the couch in their dorm, thumbing through your camera roll, when Renjun walks in with a towel on his head and socks half on, still damp from his shower.

He stops short in the hallway.

His hoodie. On you. You, sitting there with the hood up, sleeves nearly to your knees, looking like a cozy little thief.

“Yah,” he says sharply. “What are you doing?”

You raise a brow. “Sitting?”

“No. That. That’s my favorite hoodie.”

“Okay? And?”

“And I was looking for it for two days!”

You laugh. “It was under your bed. You literally threw it there.”

Renjun squints like he’s been personally betrayed. “Still. You didn’t even ask.”

You pat the couch next to you. “You want it back?”

He trudges over dramatically, flops down beside you with a sigh. “No. It smells like you now. It’s yours.”

There’s a beat of silence.

“Wait. Are you blushing?” you ask, nudging him with your shoulder.

Renjun scoffs, turning away. “No. Shut up. I’m just warm.”

“From the hoodie?”

“No. From rage.”

You grin. “Sure, Jun. Sure.”

Jeno

You come out of the kitchen wearing Jeno’s dark green hoodie, sleeves pushed up, spoon in your mouth from whatever snack you were taste-testing. You look cozy and distracted and glowing in the afternoon light.

Jeno looks up from the couch like a man seeing the sun for the first time.

He blinks. “Is that mine?”

“Yup,” you say, not even trying to hide it. “Smells good.”

He frowns slightly, but it's not angry—it’s more confused. Thoughtful. Dangerous.

He leans back, arms crossed. “Interesting. Because I don’t remember loaning that out.”

“You also don’t remember where you left your AirPods. So.”

Jeno squints. “Where did I leave them?”

You point to the counter. “Under the banana.”

He pauses. “We have bananas?”

You nod. “Not anymore.”

He blinks again. “Did you eat them?”

“Focus, detective,” you tease. “We’re talking about your hoodie.”

He leans forward, all mock intensity. “Okay, Miss Hoodie Thief. Give me one good reason I shouldn’t reclaim my property.”

You pull the hood up and give him puppy eyes. “Because I look cute?”

Jeno deadpans. “That’s unfair. That’s—emotional manipulation.”

“Is it working?”

He groans. “Unfortunately, yes. But you owe me hoodie cuddles. That’s the new tax.”

Haechan

Haechan sees you in his hoodie and physically squeals. Not metaphorically. Squeals.

He runs over, makes a whole scene—hand over his heart, staggering dramatically like you just proposed.

“Oh my GOD,” he gasps. “You’re finally one of us.”

You laugh, half-shoving him as he drapes himself across your shoulders. “One of who?”

“The Dream Hoodie Cult,” he says gravely. “Founded by me. Ruled by fashion. You’ve been initiated.”

“I stole your hoodie while you were in the shower.”

“Exactly,” he whispers. “A sacred ritual.”

You burst out laughing, and he leans in to sniff the collar.

“Wow,” he mutters. “You somehow made it smell better. What is this? Witchcraft?”

“You’re insane.”

“I’m in love,” he corrects. “Look at you. You’re swimming in it. You’re a hoodie ocean. A sweatshirt mermaid.”

You try to wiggle away, but he tightens his grip.

“Nope,” he declares. “You’re stuck with me. Hoodie twins till death do us part.”

You roll your eyes. “You say that now. Wait until I get food on it.”

He gasps. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Watch me.”

Jaemin

You’re sitting cross-legged in the corner of the bedroom, reading, when Jaemin walks in post-dance practice. He smells like deodorant and effort, his hair sticking to his forehead.

Then he sees you. In his hoodie. The light blue one. The one that’s basically his emotional support garment.

He goes very still.

“Is that…?” he begins, voice a little hoarse.

“Yup,” you say without looking up.

A beat.

“Are you wearing anything underneath it?”

You smirk. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

His brain bluescreens. You can practically hear it. The silence stretches.

Then:

“Okay,” he says, a little unsteady. “That’s illegal. You can’t just… exist like that. That’s—hello? 911? I’d like to report an act of violence against my heart.”

You pat the bed next to you. “Come cuddle, Mr. Flustered.”

He stumbles over like a man possessed, climbing into the blankets, arms wrapping around you instantly.

“God, you’re warm,” he mumbles. “And soft. And you smell like—wait. Is that my shampoo?”

You shrug. “Borrowed that too.”

Jaemin groans. “At this point, just take my whole life.”

You grin into his shoulder. “Tempting.”

Chenle

You wear Chenle’s hoodie out to brunch with the guys. It’s loud, slightly ridiculous, and has a tiny embroidered dolphin on the front. You adore it.

Halfway through the meal, he notices.

“Is that—yo, wait a second,” he says, nearly dropping his chopsticks. “That’s mine!”

You raise an eyebrow. “Nice of you to catch up.”

“WHEN did you steal it?!”

You sip your drink. “Last week.”

He gapes. “That’s my gaming hoodie! It’s got the lucky sleeves!”

You laugh. “It’s literally just fabric.”

“It’s mojo! You’re ruining the vibe!”

Despite the complaints, he doesn’t ask for it back. Not once. In fact, he stares at you like you’ve sprouted sparkles and butterflies.

Later, when you’re walking back to the dorms, he nudges your shoulder.

“…It does look better on you.”

You smirk. “I know.”

He groans. “Don’t get cocky.”

“Too late.”

Jisung

You show up in Jisung’s hoodie without a word, acting like nothing’s different. He notices immediately. Not because he’s obsessed (though maybe he is a little), but because that hoodie has a giant rip near the pocket and smells vaguely like mint gum.

You’re wearing it like it’s Chanel.

He stares. “Where did you find that?”

You shrug. “It was in the laundry. I claimed it.”

He hesitates. “It’s kinda old…”

“Vintage,” you correct.

“…and big.”

“Perfect.”

“…and smells like—me.”

You look up, a little softer now. “Exactly.”

His ears turn red. Bright red.

“I—uh. That’s. Cool. You can. Keep it. Or whatever.”

You step closer. “You sure?”

He nods, but his voice breaks slightly when he says, “Yeah.”

Then you casually fix the collar and pat his chest, and he looks like he might evaporate on the spot.

“Dead,” he mutters to himself as you walk away. “I’m already dead. This is a dream. No pun intended.”

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[tyrantisterror]

When I was 3 years old I went to a preschool that had this little green crocheted crocodile finger puppet that was my absolute favorite toy to play with of all time. I named her Chelsea, because Chelsea starts with C and crocodile starts with C and more often than not wild animals in fiction aimed at kids have names that start with the same first letter as their species. I played with Chelsea every day, because she was my favorite toy, and because the other kids weren't really interested in her, and also because I eventually started to hide her in a special secret spot in the room so no one else would find her before I did. She was so beloved by me that when I graduated from preschool, my teachers gave Chelsea to me permanently, because it was clear no one else would ever love that little crochet crocodile as much as me anyway (in part because I hid her). They waited a few weeks after I graduated before doing it, too, and sent Chelsea with some post cards as if the crocodile had been on a whirlwind "travel the world" vacation before deciding to come live with me.

And Chelsea remained my favorite toy all through my childhood. There were others I loved nearly as much, like my Imperial Godzilla and the big red T.rex from the first Jurassic Park toy line and my tiny knockoff plush Charmander, but Chelsea always held the place of honor in my heart. She was my absolute favorite toy.

I kept a lot of my favorite toys through adolescence, even if social pressure eventually got me to give away a lot of them (and some, y'know, broke). That's obviously not surprising to you if you've followed my blog, since I still collect toys into my adulthood. But it's important to note because while I know I made a conscious effort to never throw out Chelsea every time I pared down my collection... at some point, she went missing.

I became aware of it when I graduated from high school. I was feeling really emotional about leaving that stage of my life and, y'know, becoming an adult and shit, and in that state I decided to find Chelsea to reassure myself that I hadn't entirely left childhood behind. But Chelsea wasn't there. No matter how hard I looked, I could not find Chelsea anywhere.

And that was, like, devastating, because the only explanation was that somehow, at some point, I had accidentally tossed her out with some other "childhood junk" while trying to grow up and be responsible in my teen years. I had literally thrown away my childhood in a careless attempt to be more grown up.

Of course I knew she was just a toy - nothing more than some yarn twisted together in the loose shape of a crocodile, lifeless and soul-less and more or less worthless in the objective light of day. But she was also Chelsea, my best friend since i was three, my stalwart little pal, a source of comfort for most of my life at that point, and I had just... tossed her out! Like garbage! What kind of person was I becoming if I could do that to my best friend?

I was very visibly distraught, and my mom noticed. Being very crafty, she tried to find the pattern for Chelsea so she could crochet me a new one. The problem is, she had no idea where to find said pattern. She checked all her books of crochet patterns, and when that failed she tried the internet, but no matter how hard she looked, she found nothing.

So my mom found the next best thing.

The original Chelsea was a tiny finger puppet, and I had "met" her when I was three. Well, I was eighteen now - shouldn't Chelsea have grown too? And as has been established, this crocodile was fond of whirlwind vacations. My mom found a pattern that looked as much like Chelsea as possible while also being a much bigger crocodile, and gifted her to me before I left for college - to show that while we can't stop the flow of time or how it changes us, that doesn't mean we have to leave it behind.

And yeah, I decided to believe it. That's Chelsea now. Yeah, I know that in reality it's a completely different set of yarn made by my mom rather than... whoever it was that crocheted the original Chelsea, but then, Chelsea was never really the yarn. She was the feelings I put into the yarn, you know? So that's Chelsea, all grown up, and still my most prized toy.

...

Flash forward... Jesus, eighteen years, holy shit. A few weeks ago I saw a post trying to identify a different crochet crocodile pattern, and thinking it was cute, I decided to try and look for it on ebay and etsy, just to see if maybe I could find it. I didn't, but do you know what I found instead?

A very familiar crochet crocodile finger puppet. An intensely familiar one, you might say. Of course I bought it. And of course I asked the seller if, perhaps, they might have the pattern for it or know where it came from (they did not, alas). And after a few days, she showed up at my house.

She's not Chelsea, obviously. For one thing, she's far too clean and fresh looking - Chelsea was very well loved, and looked the part, while this crocodile finger puppet has definitely not endured years upon years of a child's affection. And, more importantly, she's not Chelsea because we've already established that Chelsea grew up into a bigger crochet crocodile. This has to be Chelsea's younger sister, Cici.

And if I could find another of Chelsea's kind after all these years, then maybe, with a bit of luck, I might find the pattern for her, and be able to make more of them. Fill the world with Chelseas.