#Centerpieces of the Hoard

[thegnomelord]

Good Dog

CW: NSFW, DARK-FIC, murder, gore, power imbalance, size difference(reader's bigger), description of torture and brainwashing, oral, anal, blood as lube, plot and exposition with porn, pet play(collars and leashes), toxic relationship, dub-con, very very self indulgent.

Моя гончая- my hound, Хороший солдат - good soldier, Расслабьтесь, братья мои - relax, my brothers, приносить - fetch, есть - eat

The thick door and walls of the private room do nothing to damped the bass of the club pounding in his ears, the annoying music made bearable by the high of a recent victory. Puffs of cigarette smoke lazily curl in the air as Makarov leans further back into the couch, the buzzing sting of a fresh tattoo helping him relax. The scent of expensive liquor only adds to the heady atmosphere, crystal clear vodka swirling in his glass before Makarov takes a sip. His dark eyes peer over the rim of his glass, like doorways to a dark abyss, his gaze dancing across the faces of his most trusted men before settling on the lieutenant's as the man tries to prove his worth with pointless words.

Above all else, Makarov values loyalty.

It doesn't matter how strong a man is if he can't follow orders. The number of soldiers he can lead is pointless when he can't keep his men alive. How well he can shoot is meaningless when he can't devote himself to a cause. A man who is disloyal is a man of single use.

Makarov doesn't even try to listen to whatever drivel the lieutenant's spouting, he doesn't see a reason to sour his mood when he already knows everything: the embezzling, the lying, the adorable double agent act. He has you to thank for that, you'd sniffed the lieutenant out the second you met him, diligently uncovering every speck of dirt the lieutenant had attempted to hide from Makarov.

And you? You are very loyal. His loyal hound.

His fingers curl around the leash, the smooth black leather sliding against his calloused palms. A barely there tug is all it takes for you to lean down over the back of the couch, bracing one large hand near his head for support as the other remains over the grip of your sidearm. You loom over him, and while Makarov may be a fearsome man, he can't deny the type of foreboding fear a goliath like you inspires — a towering figure always a step behind him, broad body big enough to easily cover him fully if you need to take a bullet for him, arms strong and palms wide to easily crack a man's skull.

Settling the glass down he takes another drag of his cigarette, "Hound," Another tug — sharper, harsher; such a small correction yet the fact you needed it at all has acrid disappointment burning on your tongue — makes you bend down more, your face now next to his. He doesn't draw attention to the reprimand, breathing out a puff of smoke near your face. "Were you listening, моя гончая?"

It's a pointless question, he knows you were listening, he trained you to. But he asks because he loves to see the way your eyes darken, jaw tight. The cigarette smoke dances in the air, making the club's low lights reflect off the sharp spikes adorning the thick collar snuggly wrapped around your throat. Your day collar suits you well, no different than the spiked collars put on hunting hounds.

"Yes sir." You answer, your attention now solely on the lieutenant.

Makarov hums, eyes flickering from the lieutenant to you. "And?" He chuckles and lets the leash go, his word keeping you in place as he casually pats your neck. "What did you hear?"

"Lies. . ." The slow slide of his fingers across the uncovered parts of your throat makes your breath stutter, static crackling beneath your skin. "I heard lies, sir." Your answer causes the lieutenant to try and sputter excuses and denials, all cut short by the harsh look you give him.

Makarov chuckles, hooking a finger over the silver loop at the front of your collar, pulling on it and tilting his head so his lips can ghost across your jaw. "Хороший солдат." Makarov murmurs. His stubble scratches your skin as his lips brush a path to your ear, so very close to a lover's kiss.

But a brush of skin is all it is. Nothing more. Your body earns for more, to turn your head and experience the bruising possessiveness of his kiss once again, to feel his teeth bite down on your lip until blood floods both of your mouths. But you don't move; A spoiled dog isn't loyal and Makarov won't lavish you with attention for nothing. no — you must earn it.

"Stay." The soft 'click' of the leash unclipping sounds the same as a sentencing gavel, the strip of leather falling away until only his word keeps you from tearing the lieutenant's throat out with your teeth. Makarov smirks against your skin, his words honey sweet to your ears as he whispers: "Sick him."

That seals the ex-lieutenant's fate.

You're on the lieutenant in an instant, crashing into him like a truck. Makarov leans back and lights up another cigarette as you stomp down on the man's leg, all the weight you carry around bearing down on his bones until they break, erasing any foolish thoughts of escape when you snap the bones of his other ankle; Makarov has truly taught you well.

The screams of a traitor are much better than the atrocious club music, letting him enjoy the smooth burn of the vodka as another stomp breaks a couple of ribs. Some of his men are still nervous around you, trying not to shuffle in their seats lest they grab your attention and become the new outlet of your violence.

"Расслабьтесь, братья мои." Makarov gives a charming smile, resting his ankle on his knee as he takes another drag. "Hound is well trained, you have nothing to fear." He chuckles, lazily watching you as he holds conversation with his lieutenants. Honestly, you're like a dog with a new toy, tossing the man around and pinning him down under your heavy body, each swing of your fists steadily turning the ex-lieutenant's face into pulp.

It's as entertaining for him as it is therapeutic for you.

And to think Price had tried to suppress all that beautiful savageness you possessed.

Makarov remembers how you'd been nothing but a snarling and cursing ball of anger when his men had captured you after a botched mission. He had been both annoyed and amused by how loyal you were to Price, weathering every beating and starving and humiliation with the same 'fuck you' response, baring your teeth like the cornered dog you were. With days turning to months and your resolve refusing to waver under their 'care' Makarov had considered just putting you down, sending a nice video of blowing your skull open to Price but oh — is he glad he decided to indulge in the game your stubbornness presented.

He set out to train you like he would any mongrel mutt, clear expectations making it easy to tell whether your actions would get you a reward or an even worse punishment, giving small rewards for the behavior he wanted; not snarling at him might earn you a better meal. Biting your lip and taking your beating without back talk could get you a couple of minutes outside the claustrophobic walls of your cell. Letting him touch and inspect your body without complaint might reward you with a book or some other little creature comfort he could, and did, easily take away the moment you stepped out of line.

Of course you were weary, perceptive enough to know when he was scheming. But every man has his limits, yours were simply reached when he handed you official C.I.A documents proclaiming you as K.I.A, the mission itself creatively rewritten to sound like you had gone and deserted to the enemy — no one was looking for you, no one was coming to save you, your captain, Price, wasn't coming to save you.

He had taken great enjoyment in running his fingers across your scalp as you clutched the documents in a white knuckled grip, your mind far too worn down to question or guard against the soft touches. His lips had brushed against your ear, soothingly raspy voice comforting you — you're a good soldier, strong, reliable, everything a commander could dream of. It wasn't your fault you trusted the wrong man, truly, what a shame to have your loyalty repaid with betrayed like that.

After that, it became laughably easy to train you. He stuck with simple commands, spoken only in Russian so he could amuse himself with the way your head would tilt before you'd perk up, recognition making your dull eyes brighten before you did what he wanted in exchange for a small scrap of his affection, learning to seek his praise and appreciate his touch even when your body still prickled with disgust. So when he handed you the knife, standing so close you could have easily slit his throat, and ordered you to kill another member of your previous taskforce, you hadn't hesitated for a second. "Good boy." He had purred, caressing your jaw as he used his thumb to wipe away the blood staining your cheek.

"Hound." His voice is as effective as any physical tug on your leash, making you stop mid punch with your fist inches away from the ex-lieutenant's caved in face. You're covered in blood, the rich crimson bringing out the violence swirling in your eyes.

Yet you look at him with utter adoration he wants to shove his cock deep down your throat just so he can see your tears smudge the blood on your cheeks. "Приносить." He taps his thigh.

You nod your head, grabbing the knife strapped to your thigh. There's no hesitation in your movements as you shove the knife into the ex-lieutenant's throat. An arc of blood spurts across your front when you yank it out just to stab another spot, the man coughing and choking as you cut through cartilage and muscle until with a good yank and a sickening 'crack!' you separate the head from the body.

Makarov had never seen the appeal of large hulking brutes until you — your body had filled back out with muscle and fat nicely after you became his, towering body demanding attention simply by existing as you stand up. The loud stomp of your feet and the blood staining your body making you look like a barbarian, casting a shadow over him before you kneel at his feet, offering the decapitated head as a knight does to his king.

Oh yes, he definitely sees the appeal now.

"Good dog." He purrs, reaching out to stroke your jaw, smearing some of the blood with his thumb. Fingers sliding down to hook on the silver ring on your collar he pulls your head closer. "Do you think you earned a reward?"

It's a test. One you're intimately familiar with. The judgmental stares of Makarov's trusted men are the last thing in your mind when the closeness of his body and the sharp crisp scent of his cologne threatens to shatter your resolve. "Only if you permit it, sir." Your throat feels dry, trying not to show how eager you are for his attention as you place the head on the floor so you don't get a drop of blood on him.

Makarov smirks, "Smart dog," His hands move to the back of your neck, unbuckling the collar. You're no longer ashamed to admit you feel naked as the thick piece of leather is pulled away; the time when you didn't have a collar wrapped around your neck feel like a distant memory and now the sensation of breathing without it pressing against your skin is disturbing. You have to bite your lip to keep the low whine from escaping your chest.

His hand wraps securely around your throat, bringing your breath back to you. Your Adam's apple bobs beneath his fingers as he traces the 'V.M' shallowly carved across your throat. "It's already starting to fade." He tuts, squeezing his fingers to restrict your breathing just the slightest bit more. "We'll need to have it tattooed. That would be nice, yes?"

You suck in a sharp breath, "Yes sir."

"Хороший солдат." He purrs. He pulls out another collar from his pocket and you feel yourself chub up in your pants just at the sight of it. It's the chained pronged one he uses exclusively when he wants you to pleasure him, particularly because it leaves such pretty bruises along your skin when he tugs on the leash.

You eagerly tilt your head back to bare your throat, a shudder rushing down your spine as soon as you feel the cold metal against your skin. You stay perfectly still as he secures around your neck, the sharp pull of the leash making the prongs dig into your skin, prickles of pain making you even harder. "Go on," Makarov hums, spreading his legs wider so your attention falls to the hard bulge in his slacks, his belt undone but the rest left to you. "есть."

You don't think you could enjoy servicing him as much as you did if he didn't let you work for it, the reward made sweeter because you earned it. Truly, he's so good to you, you'd thank him profusely but he hasn't given you permission to speak freely. So you lean in, careful not to get blood on his pants as you take the metal zipper between your teeth and pull it down. You've done this enough not to have any problems undoing the button, your hands obediently planted on your thighs and your gaze firmly on him so you can see the pleased smirk that spreads across his features when you bite the band of his boxers and pull them down until his cock springs out, already hard.

A pleased sigh escapes him when your warm lips wrap around the head of his cock, the leash wrapped firmly around his hand and the slightest tug on it has pain prickling down your spine. "Моя гончая, don't waste my time." You can't help but whine lowly at the admonishment, quickly trying to make up to him by sucking on the tip and licking the slit in just the way he likes it.

His leg shifts, hard boot coming up to grind the sole against your clothed cock. "That's better." The praise makes you moan deep from your chest and try to take more of his cock into your mouth, your boxers wet and sticky against your own cock as you give an experimental hump of your hips against his boot. You scrape your teeth along the vein on the underside of his cock and it earns you a rough grind of his boot. His hand tangles in your bloodied hair and pulls you down until his cock bumps the back of your throat.

You nearly choke from the sudden pressure, trying to fight off the reflex to pull back and gag. "Look at me." His order rings clear in your head, your eyes meeting his as he grinds your nose into his pubic hair, tears prickling the corners of your eyes as your lungs start to burn. You fight through it, the fluttering of your throat making him five a small, rough, moan and fuck — you're hard as a rock.

Just as you feel like you'll pass out on his cock he lets you off, yanking your head back. You're only given a few seconds to take a sharp breath of fresh air before he pushes your head back down. You're prepared this time, hollowing your cheeks and relaxing your throat, swallowing around his hard cock. The way you suck Makarov off is wet and sloppy, stealing ragged breaths when you can as you trace the veins of his cock with your tongue and gently nibble on the base when his cock's fully sheathed in your throat, knowing exactly how to please him. Your efforts are rewarded with the salty taste of precum on your tongue, hearing him occasionally mutter his praises in Russian, none of his words snagging on your mind like sharp orders so you let yourself drift in the pleasure of servicing him, subconsciously grinding your cock into his foot.

But you're not mentally gone enough not to notice the squeaking of chairs, your body tensing as you pull up enough so only his head remains in your mouth, your head turned just enough to throw a sharp glare at the other men in the room. Makarov having his guard down like this makes you tense, violence buzzing beneath your skin from the ingrained need to protect him.

"Hound." Makarov's growl is followed by another sharp tug of the leash, the dull ache of the metal prongs digging into your skin dissipating some of your aggression. "Did I tell you to stop?"

You shake your head as best you can, a pathetic whine escaping your chest from the way the pain makes your cock even harder. Satisfied, he eases the leash, letting you return to your work. His head lolls back, lazily looking at his men. He couldn't care less who sees you like this, but now he wants your full attention on him. "Leave." He gives the simple command.

You track the sound of shuffling feet as you take him fully into your mouth, making him hiss a curse under his breath. Nuzzling your nose into his curly pubic hair you breathe in his musk, his heel grinding firmly and consistently against your hard cock, pleasure pulsing through your veins with such intensity you're worried you'll cum without permission, low whines escaping your throat.

He pulls you off him suddenly, your lungs burning as you gasp for air. You expect him to paint your face with his cum, stake an obvious ownership over you. But he doesn't, pulling you by the leash and leaning down to mash your lips together, teeth biting down on your lip until it bleeds.

Makarov's kisses are rough and demanding, the sweet drug your body's been craving, teeth clicking together and tongues swirling in each other's mouths. The firm grind of his boot against your crotch makes you moan lowly, a sound he happily swallows down and nearly shoves his tongue down your throat. You part far too soon, your body craving much much more, but he doesn't let you stew in the disappointment of a short kiss — it's an owner's responsibility to spoil his pet — mumbling against your lips. "Prepare me."

A full shudder runs down your spine and you surge to follow his order. Makarov loves the determined look you get in your eye just as much as he loves the rough way you grip his hips and hike them up so you can pull his pants and boxers down his legs. Your bloodied fingers grip his hips and pull them down until his ass hangs off the edge of the couch, throwing his legs over your shoulders and he can feel the muscles deep in his back strain as you nearly bend him in half, his hard cock and hole bared for you.

It's a vulnerable position, trapped between your bulky frame and the couch he has no way to escape. And if anyone else were to attempt this he would feed every inch of their flesh to themselves. But Makarov relishes the knowledge that he's in control, a single word from him would make you stop regardless of how hard and wanting you were, your loyalty to him as real as the dead man's blood you dip your fingers in to lube them.

Your fingers circle his hole before you press the pad of your finger against it. Without the heat of battle the cold viscousness of the blood feels disgusting, making him shiver and his rim flutter against your digit. But the discomfort is easily forgotten when you apply pressure, the steady and persistent way you push your finger in forcing his muscles to yield. "Shit-" Makarov clenches his teeth; your fingers are so large just one feels like two of his own, the gnawing pain of your finger pushing deeper just amplifying the pleasure of being stretched open and your other hand loosely stroking his wet cock.

You don't go slower than you need to, perfectly trained to know how to move your fingers to keep him teetering on the edge between pleasure and pain, each shift and slow drag of your finger pulling deep grunt and soft breaths from between his clenched teeth. "Yes, there you go." His praise makes your heart melt and cock throb in your pants, the pull of the leash bringing your lips together in another harsh kiss. You swallow his moans greedily, pushing a second finger in and curling them in search of his prostate, your thumb incessantly rubbing the space between his balls and ass to trap the spongy flesh between your fingers.

He nearly chokes you with how hard he yanks on the leash, hips pushing back into your hand and walls clenching down on your fingers. The stinging ache of being stretched open mixes with the building pleasure, leaving his skin feeling like a live wire. His teeth dig into your lip until it bleeds again, heels digging into your back. He grinds his hips down on your fingers, muttering praises against your lips as you push a third finger in and force him to take it.

He can't wait any more, gripping your hair and roughly yanking your head back. "Fuck me already." He growls, licking the blood staining your cheek.

You scramble to do as you're told, continuing to stretch him open as you undo your belt and pants with one hand, your hard cock bobbing against your abdomen. Pulling your fingers out you scoop up more blood, the cold helping reign in your lust as you lube up.

Before you can do anything he reaches out to grip the base of your cock, his hold firm and just at the cusp of pain. "You'll be good, yes?" He growls against your lips. "Fuck me good and hard?" His hand moves, stroking you slowly, evenly coating the blood along your cock. "I don't need to show you how to use this thing again, do I?" There's a dangerous edge in his voice.

Fear shoots down your spine, mouth going dry. You'd been too eager for human touch when he first let you mount him, and when you came seconds after getting inside him he'd been less than pleased by your abilities. You couldn't feel your cock for a full week after he'd tied you down and used your cock until you couldn't cum, using a cock ring to keep you hard and using you until he was satisfied.

You quickly shake your head. "No sir," You choke out and bare your throat. "I can do it, I'll be good." You promise.

His hold loosens, tugging you by the hair so he can peck your lips, his tongue licking over the small wound he'd made. "Don't fail me now."

You steel yourself like you're going to war, pressing your cockhead to his hole. Your nails dig into his hip, your grip ironclad to keep him still as you pull him down more and simultaneously push in. There's a second of resistance before your head pops in, the pleasure of entering his velvet soft insides being met with sharp pain as his teeth chomp down on your shoulder through your shirt. It all mixes in your brain into pure bliss, your hips bucking up into him automatically until you're bottomed out. You hold him close to you and leisurely grind your hips, letting him get used to the mind numbing stretch.

Fuck— Makarov may see the appeal of brutes but impaled on your cock he feels like he's being split in two, lungs burning and he can almost swear your tip's poking his diaphragm. He chases the pain more than the pleasure, heels digging into your back to give him some leverage so he can push his hips into yours. "Yes," His head lolls back when you slowly withdraw, only to suddenly snap your hips and hilt yourself inside him again. "-fuck, yes!"

The blood keeps you from tearing him apart but there's too little of it to keep him from feeling the painful stretch, the slow movement of your hips making his thighs shake. "Harder," He demands, yanking on your leash and biting your shoulder again. "Make me feel it." His voice is rough with a demand, because men like him never beg.

"Yes sir," You manage, bracing your feet and setting a rough pace, rutting into him like an animal. He muffles his sounds into your shoulder as your cock saws into him, his walls fluttering and clenching around you so tightly it feels like he'll snap your cock off. You do your best to focus on him and his pleasure, but the tight heat of his hole is rapidly melting any control you have, your cock throbbing and leaking precum inside him.

"Sir, please-" You whine, your muscles tight and your balls feeling so full you feel like you'll burst, your voice full of need. "I'm so close."

“Not yet.” He growls, pushing his hips down to meet your thrusts, your hand stroking his cock. “Make me cum first.” He growls.

You hold back a pathetic whine and redouble your efforts, your rough thrusts bruising his ass as you fuck into him, aiming to nail his prostate every time you bottom out. He wails, whole body shaking, his cock throbbing in your hand and leaking a puddle of precum on his stomach.

Makarov cums without any warning, going rigid and biting your shoulder even harder as pearly cum shoots from his tip, his walls clamping down on your cock. "C- cum!" He snarls, voice muffled, and it's all you need. Bottoming out fully you moan as you shoot his insides full of your cum, rocking your hips and grinding your cock against his prostate to prolong both of our highs.

You hold him close as you come down to reality but the way his walls clench around your cock makes you feel like heaven. His hands grip your jaw, bringing you down into a disorganized sloppy kiss. He's boneless in your arms, his walls continuing to flutter around you. "That was good." He slurs, chest rising and falling as he tries to catch his breath. "Good dog."

The tug of the leash is expected and Makarov kisses the corner of your lips, tongue swiping across your skin to lick up more of the blood staining your lips. "Clean me up." He orders, "Lick up your mess." He growls, and there's not a single part of you that would refuse him.

Tag list: @lieutnt, @pastelclovds @thee-great-enigma @vladimirking24

[thegnomelord]

I was trying to save it as a draft instead I publish it and went to get a nap:/, it's fully written this time :Dd

CW: NSFW, stepcest, Dom Price, daddy kink, dub-con, spanking, blowjob's, grinding, I have no shame(again)

Price knew he had his work cut out for him when your mother introduced you two, hearts in her eyes blinding her to the offended look you threw his way. You didn't have the heart to tell your sweet mother she was delusional if she thought you'd have a father son relationship with a man you didn't know. You made that clear to him with firm and harsh words— that he's not your father, he's just the third exception in the long list of boyfriends your mom has.

And Price? Price just smirks, seeing your actions as a painfully obvious cry for attention from an older man. He's sympathetic, it's not your fault you never had a masculine figure in your life to straighten you out, but fuck if his cock doesn't twitch at the thought of taming a brat, of teaching you to be an upstanding young man he knows you can be.

He can't throw his weight around while he's not yet married to your mother as you'll just throw it back in his face, voice just at the edge of mockery when your mother forces you to apologise. You mean to insult him without her noticing, but to Price's ears it just sounds as if you're tempting him to put you in your place.

Price starts slow; his hand wandering and groping your thigh under the dinner table, amusement glittering in his eyes as he casually chats with your oblivious mom while you're stuck silent, too headstrong to openly call him out and not wanting to make a scene. He jokes with you, calling you a moody teen when you refuse to help him with one thing or another, only to begrudgingly do it when your mother orders you to.

And Price takes great pleasure in 'correcting' you when you inevitably mess up — "What's the matter, son, need daddy to show you how to do it?" He purrs as he steps behind you, broad powerful frame trapping you against the desk, wide chest pressed flush against your back. The low purr in his voice short-circuits your brain long enough for his paw like hands to settle over yours, guiding your arms to show you how it's done while your mind struggles to process his half-hard cock brushing against the curve of your ass. And when you absentmindedly do the task correctly he leans in to whisper "Good job, my boy." in your ear, leaving you be before your frazzled brain can notice your confusingly hard cock or become angry at him.

Their wedding is a fancy traditionall affair, no expenses spared. He doesn't even feel bad about the small dent in his wallet when he sees you in that suit he'd ordered specifically for you, his eyes raking across every line and curve of your body as the suit hugs you in just the right way. You're stuck as the ring bearer— because of course you are — forced to fake a smile and bear his gaze because this is a wedding damn it and your body needs to stop getting hot when he looks at you like that; like he wants to lay you down on the altar and devour you.

After their marriage you act as if nothing's changed, he's just your mom's husband now. And you try your best to ignore him, to distance yourself, to spend as much time out of the house as you can because you can't stand the way your dumb animal brain wants to lean in every time he touches you, the way you get just a little hard when Price brushes a hand on your thigh or grips your hip to keep you still.

Then a golden opportunity falls into Price's lap when he, while he's looking for the phone charger you'd borrowed, finds your stash of weed. He and your mom had been planning to go on a date, but she got called for work and Price had been left to his own devices.

Your mother would kick you out if she found out you smoked weed, so your heart all but leaps to your throat when you come back to see him sitting on your bed, mock disappointment on his face as he holds the little bag of weed in his hand. "Up for a bit of gardening are you?" Your hear the grin in his voice.

For a second you contemplate feigning ignorance, maybe running away to live at a friend's house, or even telling your mom that he planted it, but you know it's no use; she'd believe the sky was green if he told her, and nothing you could say would change her mind. So you swallow the bile and anxiety building in your throat, squaring your shoulders like you're about to go to war and ask, "What do you want?"

"Relax lad, I won't go tattling on you." Amusement dances in his blue eyes as Price leans back, legs spread to purposely make your eyes roam down his body to latch on to the prominent bulge in his pants. You watch his mouth move but no words enter your ears, your mind burns with the way a bit of his unruly and thick chest hair peeks out beneath his unbuttoned white shirt, the buttons of his waistcoat straining to contain his bulk.

You kick yourself when you feel your mouth go dry, focusing your eyes on that one hole in your wall behind his head because you know he knows what you were thinking. "What?" You ask as a way of returning to the conversation.

"Poor boy. Is there something on your mind, son?" Price chuckles, pride burning in his chest at how flustered you are. "I said I won't tattle," He hums and slips the bag of weed into his waistcoat pocket. "But I do need to punish you. A young man shouldn't be disrespecting his ma like you are." Then before you can think of a comeback, before you can think at all, he pats his thigh. "Come here, over my lap."

Your brain freezes, glitching like an ancient computer; the last time you'd been in someone's lap, you were six and the guy was a mall Santa. "What the fuck?" Is the only thing making out of your throat, more of an instinctual reaction than anything thought out.

"Language." He chides, as if he doesn't use it himself. "You need to learn your lesson. So either get over here and take your punishment like a good boy," He purposely makes his voice come out deep and rumbling, loving the way you shiver. "or I tell your mother about the devil's lettuce you've smoking with your chav buddies."

You bite your lip so hard you're sure you're bleeding, too many thoughts running through your head and the way he clears his throat makes it obvious you don't have an eternity to ponder. "Fine." You sneer with as much venom as you can muster, stomping over to him. You try appear tough, because maybe that'll make him back down, but Price has seen more than enough posturing from military brats to know one good session of reddening their ass is enough to put them in line. You'll be no different, but for the moment he lets you stand in front of him, already seeing the wheels turning in your head thinking of how you even get in his lap, let alone what he wants with you.

You don't have to think long before he just grabs you and throws you over his lap, one large hand on your back to stabilise and hold you down as you squirm. "Oh you fucker!" You growl, trying to get off to no avail.

"What did I tell you about language, son?" Price says, not rising to your provocations, leaning over your body to grip your chin. He tilts your head up, his lips brushing against your ear to whisper "These are the consequences of your actions, I know my boy can take them." in that low tone of voice he knows gets your brain liquifying into mush for a few minutes; enough for the hand on your back to move and slide your sweats and boxers down to just beneath the swell of your ass.

The need to fight back sparks up again the moment you feel his calloused palm brush against your bare skin, reigniting your struggle. "Hey, let me go you perverted piece of shit." You snarl as you attempt to squirm away, going so far to throw an elbow his way when all he does is laugh.

Next thing you know your hands are tied behind your back with his belt, a resounding 'smack' echoing through the house and your yelp coming soon after as your brain registers the slap. Price is heavy handed when it matters, the size of his palm leaving a large handprint on your reddening ass just from that one spank.

"How many times do I need to remind you about your language?" Price growls, not angry or harsh or cold, but firm, landing a matching slap on your other asscheek that has you biting your tongue to hold back your noises. "Is this what you wanted boy?" Each word earns you another spank, your ass quickly running out of spots that don't burn with pain. "For your daddy to put you in your place? Hmm? Show you how to act right?"

He uses a completely random pattern so you can never prepare, layering on several slaps on one spot in quick succession only to suddenly slam down on the other cheek, letting your brain forget about his original target just so he can see you squirm when he pinches your reddening flesh. It doesn't matter how many insults you throw his way or how much you squirm, he just continues on his mission to completely bruise your ass, his own hand tingling from the force.

The resounding 'clap' of flesh on flesh, the burning throbbing pain radiating from your ass down your legs and up your spine, the firm hand holding you down, forcing you to just take it— it makes you flush with heat, embarrassment coursing through your veins, blood pooling in your mouth from how tightly you bite your lip, your resolve dwindling slap after slap.

Another spank is the final crack in your dam and you break, "I'm sorry-" just a small hiccup escapes past your clenched teeth, tears prickling your eyes and the fact your crying while strung over another man's lap just has humiliation nipping harder at you.

Price eases off almost instantly, calloused hand lovingly brushing against the inflamed swell of your ass. "There you go, my strong boy," He murmurs praises into your ear, his voice like a rough rumbling purr. "Learned your lesson, yeah?"

He smirks as you nod your head, gasping and hiccupping, finding you so handsome with tears and snot staining your skin. "Yes," You manage, whole body shaking from the abuse your ass had received.

Price chuckles, and the light slap against your burning ass he does is purely self-indulgent, "Yes what?" He asks, biting his lip at the way your ass giggles from the small impact, cock hardening up in his trousers at the way you whimper and try to squirm away. "Come on son, you know this," His voice is like a purr, his other hand tenderly holding your chin, thumb brushing away your tears. "Use that pretty mind of yours, clever lad."

You almost cringe at the next words that leave your mouth, but the need to escape further pain has you whimpering out- "Yes. . .daddy." You ground out, desperately trying to ignore how having to refer to him as that, has your cock stirring with interest. Damn you and your hormones.

Oh, if that doesn't get him hard, nothing will; the pathetic look in your eyes couple with the turmoil of having to submit to him making Price smirk. "Now that wasn't hard?" He shifts you to sit in his lap, brushing fresh tears as even the sensation of soft cotton against your tender rear has you hissing through clenched teeth. "You did so good, so I'm so proud of you." He grips your chin gently, tilting you up to look at him.

Price knows that punishment alone won't sort out your attitude, you need guidance, a firm hand to reward you when you do what he wants. "You were such a strong boy for daddy, is my boy ready for a reward?" There's a lilt in his voice, sweet like honey, words whispered against your quivering lips.

Your mind's swimming already, you don't get why your getting hard from him calling himself that but you are, pain and pleasure erasing most of the sense in your head. "Yes, sir."

Price beams at you, "That's my boy," He gives you a quick peck on the lips, smirking when you lean in to chase after him seemingly absentmindedly. "Trust me, yeah?"

You nod your head and don't fight against him when he carefully pushes you down between his spread thighs, your arms untied and laying limp at your sides. He cards his fingers through your hair as you rest your head against thigh, letting you breathe and recover from your punishment as he slowly unzips his trousers, his far cock springing up like a flagpole.

You feel your throat go dry as you look at it, eyes flickering up to peer at him. "Easy there," Price chuckles, sensing your hesitation, voice going soft and loving as he cards his fingers through your hair, scratching your scalp. "Let daddy guide you, yeah?"

You push out a "Yes, sir," and let him pull you by your hair until his tip is pressed against your lips. Your tongue darts out to lick at the small bead of precum, the salty taste and musky scent turning your brain just a bit foggy, your mouth opening when he tugs you closer to wrap your lips around his crown.

"There you go," Price lets out a pleased groan, shifting his leg until the fine material of his suit leg is pressed against your own aching cock, the muffled moan you let out making vibrations tease his sensitive skin. "You can hump against me all you want," Slowly he pushes you down just a few more inches, resisting to push you down to the balls despite how his patience strains from the feeling of your hot mouth. "Go on, give it a try son."

Your eyes fluttering shut you brace against your floor and grind down. God, you feel like a fucking dog humping his leg, but the soft silk feels like heaven against your flesh, low little moans forming in your throat with every buck of your hips. He moves his leg along with your movement, giving you a more stable thing to grind on, a shit eating grin on his features at the way you look so pathetic.

"Good boy, good boy." Price sighs, thighs closing as pleasure slowly crawls up his spine, pinning your head between plush muscle and fat. It makes breathing difficult, but something primal is set off in your brain when oxygen becomes a precious resource, drool staining your chin as you attempt to take more down your throat. "You're doing so good, you look so handsome like that," Price's praise is the cherry on top, making any thoughts of rebellion a distant memory, "You can more, can't you? Go on, take all daddy gives you."

You don't know how long it takes before your nose is buried in the wild bush of brown curls around his cock, your lips stretched wide around his fat cock, desperately trying not to choke when he's half-way down your throat "You're a natural at this son." He praises you, pressing his leg firmly against your aching erection as you hump him, messily trying to suck him off when the threat of orgasm hangs overhead.

You're sloppy and inexperienced, but Price can't help but think of how well he'll be able to train you when you submit so easily to his praise and gentle dominance, eager, so eager, for him. "Fuck, I'm close lad," He warns as you swallow around him, your precum having created a large wet spot against in his pant leg. "Just a bit more, you can swallow right? Be good for daddy."

You nod your head as best you can, your hands gripping his thighs for dear life as you suck on his hard length, your tongue playing with his slit and the prominent veins, but the thing that drives him over the edge is the fucked out look in your eyes when you look up at him—

He holds your head firmly to his crotch, his hips bucking once, twice, three times before he finally cums, thick ropes of cum hitting the back of your throat. You gag, struggling to swallow all his spend, cum and spit drooling down your chin and throat. Price pulls you off and you gasp for breath, sputtering and coughing, lungs wheezing to catch air. He strokes your hair as you calm down, low saccharine voice muttering praises just for your ears.

Then Price's eyes go down to your still hard cock that's resting against his pant leg, so red and irritated, twitching and large drops of pre trickling from your cumhole. But you hadn't cummed yet.

A pleased smile stretches across his features. "You did wonderfully," He says. It does his heart in knowing you hadn't cum, that you can't cum without his permission. He leans down just enough to grip your hard cock in his rough hand, thumb pressed flush against your head. "How about daddy shows you how to use this properly, hmm?" He asks, swallowing your unabashed moans in a kiss.

And you, dumb animal that you are, can't do anything but submit.

thinking about price in a suit n shit n its tailored to his body n it strains against his broad body n ur stuffed between his thick meaty thighs, slobbering over his fat cock that's nursed down your throat and his voice is low and heavy, praising you n calling you 'my boy' and just bein a gentle dom hmmmmgngbgbgnf

[larkspurblue]

Alright I'm on my period (pain) and in a monsterfucker mood so, here's how I imagine several of my fave monsters would react to their s/o on shark week

Dragon: I imagine these guys run hot, so you'd have easy access to what's basically a massive heat pack that's eager to please and probably going to be a little smug about it. You are the centerpiece of their hoard and dragons take great pride in keeping what is theirs in top condition. Expect to be pampered as they see fit and to have your every want and desire tended to. Need something? Don't even think of getting up, they'll get it for you. Cravings? Already stocked up on all your favorites. Want comfort? You'll be snuggled up to and curled around like a teddy bear. There will probably be a heat pack for when your dragon can't be around (probably because they're running errands for you), but expect those times to be few and far between. Overall, dragons will take this time of the month as a way to prove just how attentive and capable they are. Please reward with lots of pats and kisses.

Drider: PANIC. Driders have an incredible sense of smell and will know you're on your period the moment that you start. No matter how many times it happens, their first and instinctual reaction to smelling blood on you will always be concern that you've been injured in some way. This feeling can be hard to shake off, so don't be surprised if they get particularly anxious or hovering. Driders take their mate's health very seriously and have no patience for anything threatening that, including you, so you won't have to worry about not having what you need but you will have to worry about upsetting your drider by not looking after yourself to their standard. For example, if you skip a meal under their watchful eyes, you'll be pestered about not getting the energy and nutrients you need until you give in. And big one, take extreme measures to reassure them that you're not overexerting, or you might find yourself relegated to a bed or couch for resting, cocooned until you're deemed ready to get up and not a moment sooner.

Robot: Honestly most of the time you probably think they don't know that you're on your period until you tell them, but that couldn't be farther from the truth. The more humanoid robots/commercial androids will probably act like any other caring human lover, while the less human ones will be curious if the relationship is new and might need some explaining. But no matter the make, your robot s/o will be monitoring your biometrics 24/7 and constantly looking for ways to help. You may not notice, but they'll be setting down a glass of water any time you need to hydrate, organizing your things to make everything easier to find, adjusting the room temperature and humidity and brightness to your liking, and ordering anything you need before you're even aware that you need it. I mean, now that you think about it, when was the last time you needed to restock your painkillers, replace a heat pack, or get more pads/tampons? That's right...

Bonus: Writing "shark week" at the top of this made me think like... wait what about being on your period with a shark mer around. Can I just say there's no way they would be any kind of normal about it. Good luck handling your absolutely fucking feral mer, you're going to need it because the way you smell hits about five different primal urges and every interaction is like spinning a wheel and seeing what you hit. Have fun being either smothered in affection or fretted over or hunted or hunted for or jumped.

[wheels-of-despair]

Can't Help Falling In Love Pairing: Michael (Hoard) x You Summary: You hit it off with someone else's date at a wedding. Contains: Instant attraction, horny thoughts, Elvis covers, ditched dates, and the beginning of a happily ever after. Words: 3.5k

Youths and ageless blogs, Do Not Interact. Writer WILL block you.

"Oh god, she's actually brought the bin man."

"Hm?" you hum, forcing your eyes to slide back into focus.

Charlie, your boyfriend of 3 months, has dragged you to a cousin's wedding. You're seated at a gaudy table in a venue that's probably bankrupted the bride's parents. You're bored, you're sick of smiling politely each time you're introduced to someone who won't even pretend they're attempting to learn your name, and you're seriously considering just walking out and catching a cab and blocking this guy's number. Why are you even here?

"My cousin Chloe," he says under his breath. "She's dating a dustbin man. Mum didn't think she'd be brave enough to actually bring him. But she's such a horrific bitch, perhaps the bin man is the only one who can stomach her. This should be fun. Hello, my darling cousin!" He stands and embraces her. Her date stands awkwardly at her side in an ill-fitting suit, looking almost as happy to be here as you are.

Polite introductions are made, and the couple joins you at your table.

"So Michael, what do you do for work?" Charlie asks. So much for subtlety. Chloe glares. Michael shifts uncomfortably.

"I'm a b--"

"He's a businessman," she cuts him off. Her date stares at the tacky centerpiece.

"Oh? What kind of business?" You wonder if your heel has the power to penetrate Charlie's fancy dress shoes and draw blood.

"Erm…" Michael bites his lip.

"Finance," she answers for him, giving her cousin a chilling glare before turning her icy eyes to you. "And you, dearie? What sort of business are you in?"

You hate these fucking people.

Before you can answer, someone makes a noisy entrance that draws everyone's attention.

"Oh, Aunt Margie's here, let's go say hi!" Chloe exclaims. She and Charlie get up and scurry away toward an old lady, leaving you and Michael at the table alone. After an awkward smile and a moment of silence, you have to break it.

"Been together long?" you ask.

"A few months," he mutters. "You?"

"Same," you answer.

Silence.

"Glad we weren't the last to arrive," Michael says. Good, he's feeling this silence too.

"I was worried about us being late too," you smile. "What's your excuse?"

"She couldn't decide which shoes to wear."

"That's probably a more socially acceptable reason than mine," you laugh. "Couldn't get my door to close."

Michael's brow furrows.

"It sticks sometimes, but today, it just would not close," you explain. "Charlie yanked and yanked and finally got it to shut. If I can't get back in, I'm gonna kick his ass."

"He hasn't tried to fix it for you?"

"Does he look like the rugged handy-man type to you?"

You and Michael both look toward your dates, who are giggling in a crowd of their finely dressed relatives in an attempt to secure their surely sizeable inheritance, then back to each other to share a smirk. He belongs here about as much as you do.

"Any idea what's causing it?" he asks.

"No," you answer. "I keep meaning to look closer, but every time I'm headed out, I'm usually in a hurry. And it works fine when I come home, so I say I'll do it tomorrow… and then forget about it until it sticks again."

"A vicious cycle," he smiles, warm and teasing. You laugh, feeling more relaxed now than you have all night. "I'd start by making sure the hinges and the strike plate are tight. Do you have a screwdriver?"

"The fuck do you know about home repair?" Chloe spits from behind him. The smile on his face fades, and his eyes drift down to the table. It's like she pressed a button and shut him down.

The cousins sit back down and talk loudly about their crazy aunt, but their words don't register. You can't take your eyes off of Michael. The look on his face makes your heart ache. How do you fix it?

"That's a really good idea, about the hinges and the strike plate," you tell him quietly. He looks up at you slowly, caution shining in his big brown eyes. "I'll check those out as soon as I get home. Thank you."

He gives you a tiny smile. You want to crush him in a hug.

Wait, what?

"What are you talking about?" Charlie asks.

"My door," you answer shortly, finally breaking eye contact with Michael to survey the room full of people you don't know.

"And Michael the businessman knows how to fix it?" Charlie asks smugly. Michael's face flushes red, his eyes downcast once again. Chloe glares at her cousin.

"He had a helpful suggestion, which is more than I can say for Mr. I Don't Know, Call A Professional," you quip.

That shuts him up.

"Would every one take their seats, please, so the ceremony can begin!" someone yells from the other side of the room.

Everyone returns to their seats and quiets down, and the ceremony begins. A song plays on an organ, a bride is walked down an aisle in the distance, old ladies dab at their eyes… probably. Your attention is on the bead of sweat rolling down Michael's thick neck.

What if you just leaned over and licked it away?

He looks over at you, as if he knows what you're thinking, and smiles. Now it's your turn to blush. You force your eyes in whatever direction you imagine the vows are being exchanged and hope he hasn't actually read your mind. What the fuck is wrong with you?

When the ceremony is over, everyone stands as the bride and groom leave the room together. Sweat still drips down Michael's neck. The collar of that stiff suit must be drenched.

"Charlie! Chloe!" someone shouts from across the room, snapping you out of it.

The cousins get up without a word, leaving you alone with Michael again. Normally you'd be offended by their rudeness, but right now, you don't mind at all.

"I'm sorry about him," you say quietly. "And her too, now that I think about it."

"S'alright," he mumbles.

"It's not," you argue. "They're both being dicks. And to the only person I even like at this stupid thing."

He smiles, showing off his dimples. Adorable.

"Fuck, it's hot in here," he complains, pulling at his collar.

"Want to go outside for a bit?" you ask.

He looks toward the cousins, who are laughing with a crowd of people you have no interest in meeting.

"I think they've already forgotten we're here," you laugh.

"Let's go, then," he grins.

You grab your purse and follow him out of the crowded building, staying close as you dart past all the mingling friends and relatives, until you reach a shady spot on the backside of the building.

"Thought I was going to die in there," he pants, fighting with his tie. "How do you get this stupid thing…"

"May I?" you ask. He nods. You step closer and begin untying his tie. You can feel the heat radiating off of him. He's pulled it tight, making it harder to get undone, but you don't mind taking your time. "There we go," you say softly, letting it hang loose. He reaches for the top button and struggles in his hurry to get it open. Your hands rise to his collar once more, moving his fumbling fingers aside and quickly unbuttoning several buttons to reveal a simple chain necklace and a smattering of freckles. He gasps for air dramatically.

"Better?" you ask, reluctantly dropping your hands back to your sides.

"My hero," he grins, glistening in the light of the setting sun.

God, what is this fucker doing to you?

The band starts warming up inside, and you both instinctively glance in the direction you came from.

"Should we go back?" he asks, suddenly nervous. "She's going to kill me for soaking this suit."

"What if we don't?" you ask.

His eyes flick to yours, and your heart stops. Why did you say that? He's literally on a date with with someone else! So are you!

"What if we don't?" he repeats slowly.

You stare at each other. Those big brown eyes have a hold on you. You feel like you're falling into them. Like Alice down the rabbit-hole. The smell of him swirls through your brain like a fog; he's sweaty, but not in an unpleasant way. It mixes with whatever cheap cologne he's splashed on to make something unmistakably male. It's intoxicating. You don't realize you're actually moving closer together until your lips meet his. They're so soft. They work with yours, not against them, in a dance that weakens your knees and makes your heart flutter.

A shrill laugh nearby brings you back to reality. You're suddenly aware that you're pressed together, arms wrapped around each other. You take a step back and glance around nervously, wondering if you were seen. You can hear other people talking around the corner, and smell the pungent flowers growing on the walkway nearby. The band is playing something vaguely familiar. You listen closer, and recognition dawns on both of your faces at the same time: "Can't Help Falling In Love" by Elvis Presley.

Without a word, Michael reaches for your hand. You slowly take it, and place your other hand on his shoulder; his comes to rest in the small of your back. You begin to sway with the song, just the tiniest bit, never taking your eyes off of his. It feels like you're moving in slow motion. There's something about the intensity of his gaze that makes you forget everything else. There is only Michael.

And his rock-hard erection that you just brushed against.

"Fuck," he groans and backs away, "I'm sorry."

Your eyes glance downward to the python he's trying to conceal, then back to his eyes.

"You want to get out of here?" you ask.

He stares at you for a few seconds, eyes wide and fearful. Did you blow it? Of course you blew it, you both came here with other people. They may be dicks, and you've been thinking about breaking up with him for weeks anyway, but…

"You're serious?"

Fuck it. You nod. So does he. And then you both laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

"I, er… I rode here with her," he mumbles, chewing on his lip.

A wicked thought occurs to you, and you dig in your purse and pull out a valet ticket.

"Guess who shoved his valet ticket in my face while he was ogling a pretty blonde he's probably related to?"

"He did not," Michael says, taking offense on your behalf.

"It's alright," you smile. "It all worked out in the end."

Michael grins.

"Come on," you laugh, reaching for his hand. You take the long way around and eventually find the valet lot. You hand over your ticket and wait for your ex-boyfriend's car to arrive.

"Woah," Michael says when the ugly sports car comes into view.

"Daaaddy bought it for him," you roll your eyes. "Wanna drive?"

"What?" His eyes dart from the approaching car to you. "Really?"

You shrug.

"You serious?" he asks.

"I mean, you can drive, right? You've got a license?"

"Yeah?"

"Then what's the problem? Scared to defile two of Charlie's possessions in the same night?"

He seems stunned for a moment, then a grin grows on his pretty face as the car comes to a stop.

"No problem at all, miss," he smiles, darting forward to open the passenger door for you. You sink down into the seat, he gently closes the door. He thanks the valet and hands the man a few bills. You fasten your seatbelt to keep yourself from slipping and sliding all over the leather seat.

He gets in and looks around, trying to get his bearings in the strange little vehicle. He inspects the gear shift and locates the turn signals, then pets the steering wheel and looks at you with a child-like grin on his face. You lean back against the headrest and sigh fondly, never wanting to take your eyes off of him. He's adorable.

"Where to?" he asks, straightening and suddenly serious.

You point him in the direction of home, and he takes off. He's a little awkward at first, but he gets the hang of the car in no time. He even grows confident enough to drive with one hand, and rests the other on your leg. The feeing of his rough, calloused hand on your smooth thigh nearly drives you mad. The ride takes entirely too long, and you admire your self-restraint for not telling him to pull over and take you on the hood of this tiny, stupid car.

After what feels like an eternity, he finally parks near your building. He turns off the engine, takes a deep breath, and looks at you with uncertainty.

"You still want to do this?" you ask quietly, praying that he says yes.

"You have no fucking idea."

"Let's go, gorgeous," you order.

He leaps out of the car and rushes around to open your door for you. He helps you out and follows you into your building. You make it up the steps and fumble with your keys, cursing your stupid door that won't open. You're about to offer to let him take you in the hallway when he gently moves you aside, applies pressure on the knob with his hands, and pushes with his shoulder. The door pops open.

As soon as you step inside, his mouth is on yours. You drop your purse and kick the door shut, and he pushes you up against it. You moan into his mouth. You can't remember the last time you wanted anyone this bad. And that includes the entirety of the relationship you've just abandoned.

There's no time to walk all the way to the bed. Hell, there's no time to shuffle to the couch. He takes you against the door the first time, your dress rucked up and his pants unzipped. He ruts into you with such force, you wonder if it's going to break the door in half. And then he reaches a spot inside of you that you didn't know existed, and you stop caring about anything but him.

You lose the rest of your clothes and make it to the couch for round two.

You don't make it to the bed until round three.

That's when it happens.

You'd happily stare into those beautiful brown eyes all night long, but he hits a rhythm that has you both squeezing your eyes shut in concentration. All you can do is grip whatever's in reach and hold on tight as you feel your release build… and build… and build…

And then a blinding flash of pleasure washes over you. You've never felt anything like it before. Is this what writers mean when they say someone saw stars? Michael keeps pumping in and out of you, and the feeling doesn't stop. An ungodly noise rises in your throat, and he buries his face in your neck and comes with a grunt and one final thrust, his deepest yet.

Your ecstasy fades slowly. You can't move. You can't focus on anything but the way he makes you feel. You lie there, panting and sticking together for several minutes, until he finally raises his head to look at you. You both laugh when you make eye contact.

"You alright?" he asks.

"Yeah," you breathe, feeling weak and a little confused.

"Never had that happen before."

"Never had what happen before?" you ask.

"Made a girl squirt."

It hits you like a ton of bricks. You raise your head and see that you are indeed lying in a wet spot on the sheets.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" you laugh as your head hits the pillow.

"I mean, I've tried, but…" he shrugs, looking embarrassed.

You reach a hand into his sweaty curls and pull him in for a kiss. He looks happy, but confused when he pulls away.

"I've never had a guy do that to me before, either."

"Seriously?" His eyes are ablaze.

"Yeah," you laugh.

"That was a first for both of us?"

You nod, basking in the excitement on his face that you helped create. He leans back down for another kiss, which you enthusiastically return. When he pulls back, you can't help but feel disappointed. You cup the side of his face and stroke his cheek with your thumb, not ready to be apart just yet. He closes his eyes and leans into your touch. Will you ever be able to get enough of him?

"Wanna try for a second?" you ask.

"Oh fuck," he moans, coming back down to continue your kiss, already getting hard again.

While you're recovering from another blissfully successful round, someone starts banging on your door.

At 2:37 am.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," you gripe, rolling out of bed and throwing on the first clothes you can get your hands on. Michael looks terrified. "Don't you worry your pretty little head about him," you tease, leaning over to kiss his forehead. "I'll be right back.

You leave Michael in bed and stomp to the door. You know exactly who it is. "What?" you snap through the door, reaching up quietly to engage the chain lock. Just in case he's grown a pair in the last few hours.

"You fuckin' left me, that's what!" Charlie roars.

"And it only took you all night to notice!" you chirp sarcastically.

"Is the fucking bin man in there with you?"

"Don't worry about it."

"I fucking knew it! You nasty whores deserve each other!"

"You kiss your boss's ass with that mouth?"

"Open the door."

"It's stuck."

He groans loudly and kicks it.

"Yeah, that'll help," you deadpan. "What do you want?"

"I want my shit, you crazy bitch! We're done!"

"Ask me nicely."

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?"

You laugh and leave him to his tantrum as you fetch a paper grocery bag and begin shoving his stuff inside: body wash, deodorant, razor, a few articles of clothing and a shirt that you'd definitely used to sop up some of the fluids you and Michael had leaked onto the mattress.

Michael sits on the bed with the sheet wrapped around his waist, looking fearful. You give him a wink before you leave the room. You pick up some of the clothes you'd scattered across the living room floor, looking for the car keys, and finally locate them underneath Michael's pants. You toss the keys in the bag, fold the top down, and grip the knob. You open the door just enough to slide the bag through.

"There's your shit. Don't come back."

And then you shut the door in his stunned face, lock it, and return to bed.

Michael still looks nervous. You crawl into his lap and kiss the tip of his nose.

"Don't worry about him," you smile, "he's a spoiled brat who throws tantrums whenever he doesn't get his way, but he's harmless. Rich kids can't fight for shit. You, though? I bet you could scrap with the best of 'em."

Michael bites his lip and stares off to the side. You cup his face and stroke his cheeks, wishing he'd tell you what's bothering him.

"You know I'm not really a businessman, right? I'm just a bin man."

You laugh and capture his lips in a kiss, remembering to mumble an "I know, baby," at some point, which makes his whole body relax. You fall back onto the bed together, limbs tangled and mouths hungry.

You ride him 'til dawn.

The pair of you finally begin to wind down as the sun starts to rise. You lie facing each other, satisfied and sticky and too tired to do anything about it. You wish you could stare into those beautiful eyes forever, but sleep is calling you.

"If you want to clear out before I wake up, it's alright. I'll understand," you say softly. Inside, you're screaming and begging him to stay. But what if he doesn't feel the same?

He thinks about it for a minute, biting his bottom lip. "Would it be alright if I stayed?" he asks, almost like he's afraid of the answer. The feeling of relief that floods through you is so intense, you wonder if you're going to pass out. "I can fix your door in the morning," he adds quickly, like he needs a reason to stay.

"You don't have to do that," you smile. Worry clouds his face. "But if you really wanted to, I'm sure I could find some way to repay you," you smirk. His eyes widen. "Would it be alright if I made you breakfast?"

Now it's his turn to be relieved. He smiles and throws an arm over you to pull you closer.

"Would it be alright if I never, ever left?" he mumbles into your hair.

"Yeah," you sigh, getting comfortable in his embrace. "That'd be alright."

[wooahaeruby]

Chapter 16: A Night You'll Never Forget

Chapter Word Count: 8,568

TW

1) Alcohol mentions / drinking (nothing outrageous, social drinking) 2) Someone grabs Mouse rough. 3) Idk what else. 4) Mouse has an attitude and I live for every moment of my strong queen

NOTE: Check after Tag List for a list of everyone's call names in this chapter!

Sorry for the late post, I've been busy with work

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The building that came into view was massive. It was a grand event hall, decorative pilasters lining the front of the building and patio with large floor to ceiling windows. From the outside you could see the extravagant curtains that were half closed. Security was checking every car that came in through the gated entrance, giving orders to each driver to pull up front to let the guests out and where to park to wait. 

Glancing out the window past Jeonghan, you took note of the people speaking on the patio dressed in black and white while others mingling around were wearing everything but. It made more sense for the ‘fillers’ to be dressed differently than the actual members of any organized group. The stark difference made it easy for you to know who to pay attention to and who didn’t matter. The hand that Jeonghan had held the entire ride squeezed against his, taking a breath to settle any nerves that buzzed under your skin. 

“Use the call names.” Seungcheol said as the cars pulled to a stop in front of the buildings and he stepped out. “Mouse, wait until everyone is gathered here.” 

Jeonghan and Joshua stepped out of the car on either side of you and you peered out through the back window to see them exiting the cars, moving to converge near the side of the car you were still in. When each of them was accounted for by Seungcheol, he reached his hand into the car for you to take and you easily slid out of the car. Taking a glance around, they wore a variety of firm expressions, eyes sharp and dark, lips flat. 

With time hidden behind the rest to fix your dress skirt and take Seungcheol’s arm, you schooled your face to the most confident resting bitch face you could muster. You swore you saw Seungcheol’s stern expression crack for a moment as the corner of his lip lifted but it was quickly dropped and he started to lead the way with you on his arm. 

In the hoard that SVT was, you walked towards the steps and the grip you had on the crook of Seungcheol’s arm tightened but you didn’t falter in your steps or expression. More pairs of eyes than you’ve ever had on you stared, and around you, others took in the group and voices hushed into a whisper. Seungcheol slowed his pace as you lifted a side of your dress and took each step with care as to not trip. No one stopped you when entering into the open front doors of the event hall where more guests conversed. 

A member of the staff asked Cheol for the group name before quickly escorted the thirteen of you towards the two circular tables beside each other with more than enough chairs to accommodate everyone. Both tables had a beautiful centerpiece of black roses and gorgeous red gladiolus flowers, both symbols for power and strength, and had a small card with SVT written on your tables bouquets. 

Taking a glance around, the interior was breathtaking. The cathedral ceilings held a dome with a gorgeous mural painted within it. A chandelier came from the middle of the dome made of crystal and gold metal. Similar, smaller crystal chandeliers lined the ceiling strategically, providing the room with yellow tinted light. From the main entrance, the right wall held the bar area that was stocked high with liquors and beers, some you’ve never even heard before, while the side closer to you held an expansive buffet of food. Many tables lined the room, some with name tags to signify a group while others only held smaller, red rose centerpieces.  

Easily, Seungcheol moved you towards a seat with your back to the wall, standing behind the seat to your left while Jeonghan took a seat to your right. The group divided themselves into the ‘oldest’ and the ‘youngest’ with you being the odd one out at the first table. You released Seungcheol’s arm and scanned the room similar to him, taking in the guests and staff, eyeing everyone dressed in the theme’s monochrome attire.

There were a lot of people, however one head of hair a few tables down from your own really seemed to catch your eye. This person seemed to make eye contact with Seungcheol and started to saunter over. A slicked back style of split-dyed black and white hair was an interesting choice, but if whoever this was had the confidence, you wouldn’t knock it.

“Fashionably late as always, King .” A nasally voice was a bit surprising as he approached, a teasing drawl to his words, and the man beside you scoffed. “And you have a new diamond among you.”

“I didn’t realize we had to be early to a secret gala where the host is always late, Captain. ” The smirk that lifted on Seungcheol’s lips was deadly but it didn’t seem to bother the shorter man. “And this is Mouse . She is who I spoke to you about, regarding our deal .” 

Sharp eyes scanned over your form, looking down at you from the slope of his nose. Much like Seungcheol, he radiated an aura of superiority despite his shorter stature and the smirk that grew on his face only increased the cockiness you could already tell he had. “A mouse amongst predators, what an interesting choice.” 

“Much to my displeasure, I didn’t pick it myself.” You answered and the eyes that roamed your body snapped up to meet your gaze and the light that appeared in his eyes seemed playful, mischievous. 

“They call me Captain ,” He extended a hand and you reached out to take it, returning the firm, curt shake of his hand. “Leader of ATZ. I’ll hopefully introduce you to the others once everyone settles in.” 

“It would be appreciated, thank you.” You released his hand and bowed your head, going to pull your chair out but Seungcheol beat you and let you sit down. 

“I’ll be off then, we can speak more later.” Captain excuse himself and with the same relaxed but powerful stance, he ambled back towards the table he came from. 

Jeonghan stretched his arm over the back of your chair, puffing air from his nose to keep his chuckle quiet. “He seems to be in a good mood today.” 

Seungcheol crossed his arms, leaning back in his seat to observe the mass that filtered to their seats. “He probably thinks that Mouse is a person he can throw to his wolves and see how she fares.” 

“She could do just fine against them.” 

You crossed your legs and clicked your tongue in annoyance. “I can handle myself since I am sitting right between you both and you are talking like I’m not here.” 

“Of course, of course~” Jeonghan moved a few strands of hair off your back and in front of your shoulder, “Sorry, Mouse~”

Joshua took the seat on the other side of their leader, humming at some of the others that took their seats. “SKZ is sat across the way with TXT. I saw the marker for them near the back corner on the other side as well.” He pointed subtly so Seungcheol could follow, you let your eyes move in the direction as well. 

The first table you took note of was a group of eight and sitting quietly. While they held stern faces, most of them seemed so…young. When your eyes moved over to the table beside it, only five men sat but they too looked young to be involved in such business. At two tables further down past the few tables of multicolored dressed guests sat nine elegantly gowned, beautiful women, they looked intimidating but too pretty to not look at. 

Towards the far end that Joshua pointed out was the table for them , four men sat and your heart stopped when one was staring directly at you. His eyes were piercing, looking black from the distance between the two. His build was strong and the way he sat held an air of confidence that rivaled the confidence you pushed outward. Two of the others from his table followed his line of sight and smirked in your direction. 

Quickly you averted your gaze and sucked in a slow, deep breath. “One of them is staring at me.” 

“Avoid them at all costs, Mouse.” Seungcheol’s voice was quiet but held an air of anger that had you worrying. 

With everyone settling into their seats and a hush falling over the masses, the doors in the back of the room opened and a man dressed in a well tailored white tuxedo with a black bowtie stepped forward. His high cheekbones reminded you of Seungkwan’s when he bread-smiles at something. This unknown man, who you were guessing was Psy just by his entrance alone, stood in the middle of the room, microphone in hand, and smiled about the room. 

“Ah! Good evening, ladies, gentlemen, and everyone in between.” Psy's voice was poised but jovial, he radiated an air of respect as all eyes were on him. “Welcome to the third gala of all the powerful groups that run the areas in and around the city. Drink, eat, relax, don’t let petty conflicts and alliances get in the way of the reason I started this event; to have harmony while holding even ground with one another.” 

The words felt like they should be thrown away just based on how the guy was pinning you down with a stare alone. 

“As always if fights are to break out, you and your group will be removed from the event.” That sentence was more full of a hidden threat. “Enjoy tonight, everyone.” 

And he stepped out from the middle of the room towards a table in the back center of the far wall where other men and women sat together. 

It took only a few moments before people started to stand and make their way over to the bar or the buffet tables. Jihoon was first to get up from the second table and stride over towards the buffet with Soonyoung trailing behind him. Those two were bottomless pits…

Seokmin walked over and was ready to scoop you up from your seat, brushing off an annoyed Jeonghan when you took his hand and stood. He placed a hand on your lower back and easily guided you across the room towards the buffet, the steely expression he wore since entering into the building softened the slightest bit for you but Seokmin held firm overall. He helped fill the plate in your hand with whatever you wanted, much easier than having you drop the skirt of your dress to grab the serving utensils. 

“Thank you, Tempest. ” You said his call name teasingly as he escorted you back to your seat, Seungcheol and Jeonghan unmoved since you left the table. Joshua and the others were long gone getting a drink or a plate of food. Seokmin flicked your nose when his back was turned to the room and stuck his tongue out at you. You ever so subtly kicked his shin, a deadly smile plastered across your lips. 

After everyone else in the group had food and a drink in hand (Chan was a dear and got you a smoked old fashioned), the two oldest took their leave for their own drinks and food. You took Seungcheol’s seat for a few minutes, letting Joshua give you a rundown of which groups were where and who to keep an eye out for. 

You learned the one that you were avoiding was MX, or Monsta X, he went down the table of who each of them were; their leader, Shepard , the next was Shark (that one made you roll your eyes), Baron , and Joker. The two members that were missing were Charmer and Nightmare. 

There were a few other groups; Twice, Dreamcatcher (DC), Red Velvet (RV), SF9, GOT7, EXO, and Mamamoo. ATZ, or Ateez as Joshua explained, was allied with Dreamcatcher. Twice and SKZ, or Stray Kids, were in neighboring areas and aligned. Red Velvet, SF9, GOT7, EXO, and Mamamoo were solo groups here but their allies weren’t present at the moment. 

When Seungcheol approached you slid over to your original seat, matching his raised brow with one of your own. “What?” 

“I didn’t say anything.” He sat down. 

“J- Hades was giving me a summary of the groups here. I’m going to have Jester, Watcher, and Omen introduce me to the ones they are close with.” 

Seungcheol nodded along, eating rather silently compared to the rest of the tables. The youngest table had some laughs and snickers thrown about from what you could hear and you kinda wished you were sitting besides one of them instead of the silent group that was the three oldest, Junhui, and Wonwoo. 

When you finished your plate, you grabbed your whiskey glass and stood, saying nothing as you moved towards the other table and sat in an open spot between Chan and Minghao, huffing as the youngest snorted. 

“They’ve barely said a word, haven’t they?” The look on your face as a reply had Chan covering his mouth to laugh and you took a long sip of your drink. 

“Not even Loki . Hades spoke to me about different groups but other than that it was quiet and I wanted to blow my brains out.” That got Minghao to chuckle low. 

“And I know the youngest are friends with the other groups King wants me to meet so I was asking for help.” 

Seungkwan dramatically sighed and gave you a half-hearted glare. “If you insist .” 

“If it’s so much of a hassle, Jester , I can go over to them myself and give an introduction.” 

The idea had Chan and Minghao tensing on either side of you.

“See, that’s what I thought.” You motioned both men to your sides, finishing off your glass and pushing it forward. “Now, one of you hurry, I’m getting antsy.” 

“You’re bossy.” Jihoon’s voice had your eyes snapping up to meet him. He just shoved another fork full of food into his mouth, dark eyes staring you down. 

“Oh I’m sorry, Apollo.” You were going to regret challenging him later. “Care to discuss how you run the drug operations and your clubs? ‘Iron fists’ as Ace says?” 

The look of betrayal on Soonyoung’s face was laughable. 

“And we can’t forget how hangry you get when Fenris doesn’t prepare you ramen exactly how you want it, right?” 

Jihoon’s stare turned into a glare, narrowed eyes studying your hardened expression. “You know I can’t cook-” 

“And I also know Google is free.” 

Seokmin and Vernon looked about ready to pee themselves from holding back their laughter. To match Soonyoung, Jihoon’s face was priceless. 

“Need I say more?” 

“You know, if I met you on the street acting like that, I’d believe you were into some underground business.” Now that? That was a compliment from Jihoon if you ever heard one. “And even worse, you are literally dating one of our bosses.” 

“Nah,” Seokmin spoke up, “from what I heard, Loki hasn’t asked her to be his girlfriend officially yet.” 

“Wait-” Soonyoung looked between you, Jihoon, and Seokmin, eyes wide and full of confusion. “I thought you were dating Tempest .” 

“Oh honey-” Seugnkwan placed a hand on his shoulder, biting his lip to hold back his laughter. 

Mingling started to flow easily thanks to the randoms that filled in the unmarked tables. They approached different tables and asked to dance or to have conversation and while some did engage with them, many didn’t and they were left to their own devices. 

Seungkwan had taken this time to take you towards Ateez’s table, being greeted warmly by a charming man, lithe build with a sharp nose and a child-like smile that lit up his entire face. “Is this the beauty that you’ve been talking about?” His eyes fell upon you, dark eyes curious but the smile never left. 

“Beauty?” The question had Seungkwan brushing you off.

“Her name is Mouse. She is our newest member.”

“ Mouse.” The name sounded so…different coming from someone outside of the group. It didn’t sound wrong per se, it was a weird feeling to have in your chest. “He tells me a lot about you.” 

“Should I be worried about what he says behind my back?”  

“Ah, nonsense~ Only good things. I’m Fennec . Let’s get you introduced to everyone.” 

All but one of the eight member group was present, Captain, seeing as you didn’t see his striking duel colored locks. Fennec started from the oldest and went down the order as their attentions were turned to you. 

“We have Mars, Aries, Angel, Lucifer, Lion, and Gold. Captain is off somewhere else and I don’t want to bother looking for him.” 

“It’s nice to meet you all.” You gave a bow of your head. 

You took a moment to look over the lot of them, seeing the different set of eyes taking you in just as you did them. 

Then your eyes fell on the youngest of ATZ and he was staring wide eyed at you. You scanned his face, but you’d recognize those cheeks anywhere.

“No way…” You gaped, covering your mouth with both hands as your confidence cracked and a smile broke out on your face. “No fucking way…”

“What? What?” Fennec and Seungkwan budded in, both taking interest in the stunned staring contest you were in with the youngest, Gold. 

“I never thought I’d ever see you again.” Stepping into the youngest space, you could see him trying to hold back the smile that threatened his lips. “I’d never forget this face.” 

“It’s good to see you after a long time, Mouse. ” Gold , or you knew him as Jongho, ended up breaking and smiling at you. 

“Last time I saw you, you were about four inches shorter and didn’t have all this muscle on you.”

“Can we please have some explanation?” Mars stepped closer, a glint in his eyes that you were getting too close a little too fast with their youngest. You put some space between the two of you out of courtesy. 

“ Mouse and I were in a foster home together.” Jongho snickered, shaking his head to wipe to grin off his lips the best he could. “She got us in all sorts of trouble.”

“Two years until I was fifteen and he was fourteen.” You hummed. “Who knew calling your foster parents greedy pigs for using the government checks on fancy dinners for themselves could get us both kicked out of their house. Such as shame.” For flare, you added a dramatic sigh.

Both you and Jongho were laughing now, trying to keep your smiling hidden behind a hand. 

“ Mouse, we will have to catch up later.” Jongho hummed, schooling his face. “Never thought I’d see you again.”

Nodding happily, you gave him a small pinch to his cheeks, something you remember he hated , watching his cringe in embarrassment. “I’ll get your number before I leave. Promise.”

There was a moment where Mars continued to stare at you, his gaze hard and analytical, but you paid him no mind, taking another step back from him and Jongho. Your smile dropped and you raised a brow, interest swimming in your gaze. 

“No offense, but is there an issue?” 

Jongho nudged Mars with his elbow and the oldest shook his head. “No, no issue at all.”

“Huh…” Angel spoke up, his deep rumble of a voice had you raising an eyebrow. He had a strong jaw yet such a soft face, it made sense why they called him angel. While his delicate features, his build was firm and broad in the fitted suit. “I can see why Archivist thinks you are intense.” 

That had your jaw dropping . Wonwoo thought you were intense? Nah, that couldn’t be real. He had to be messing with you. 

“He said something about a girl that wiped the floor with him in college. Oh, and that she very much has an attitude.” 

You slow-blinked. “If you will excuse me for one moment.” 

With poised yet brisk steps, you found Wonwoo standing off to the side of the room near the SVT tables alone, sipping a caramel colored drink in his hand. Approaching him was easy, he didn’t pay you much mind as you stood before him eyeing him up and down. 

“ Archivist .” 

“ Mouse.” His flat, brassy voice was quiet against the chatter that filled the room. 

“Quick question.” You locked eyes with him and he didn’t look amused, but then again he didn’t look much past bored. “Why is your waist so thin? Is it for other men to grab?” 

The bored look in his eyes shifted just the slightest bit. 

“Whore-ish if you ask me.” 

“I’m done with this conversation.” He went to walk away but you grabbed his upper arm, stopping him in his tracks. 

“You know, Archivist, someone told me something very interesting.” Wonwoo was glaring at you now, muscles tense under your hand. “ Angel said you had some opinions of me, something about being intense and wiping the floor with you .” You were having too much fun with this information. “Ah, I can’t forget the attitude I have.” 

“Are we done here?” He looked ready to burst a blood vessel. 

“For now.” You released his arm and smirked, knowing you’ve won for the time being. 

Wonwoo walked off and quickly you were whisked away by Chan, nodding his head towards the tables SKZ and TXT occupied across the way. “They are getting annoying. You are my age and they want to have another friend .” 

“Will you get me another drink while we are over here?” 

“Yeah yeah, come on.” 

The first table he stopped at was SKZ, greeting a shorter, stocky man, the suit fitted against his shoulders and arms well. They shook hands, grinning at one another before Chan turned to greet another member. This man was lean, well built but not as thick as the shorter man was, if you were stretching it, he kind of looked like a corgi…an angry corgi… 

“ Odin, this is Mouse. ” Chan looked at you but you didn’t take your eyes off Odin as he nodded. He didn’t look as serious but carried himself tall. “She is our newest addition that King wanted me to introduce to our allies.” 

Odin nodded, standing up from his seat and holding out his hand which you took, returning his firm grasp.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Odin .” 

“You as well, Mouse. King tells me you have quite the personality.” His words were smooth, alluring even, an accent catching your interest, but he was wanting a reaction from you. It was evident by how he leaned in towards you just an inch and not releasing your hand. 

“I’ve heard my reputation surrounds my strong personality. I might have to watch myself going forward.” You gave an innocent smile, feeling him release your hand. “But I think it’s a necessary thing to have in the industry, don’t you think?” 

“Of course. Without it, others can view you as weak and we can’t have that.” 

Something in his tone made you feel a little uneasy but it was effortless to mask it behind your smile. 

“Let me introduce you to the rest.” He motioned towards a cat-like man, his gaze narrowed at you but he half-smiled, half-smirked. “My second in command, Snake . After him is Omen’s friend, Crow. After him is Neptune, Sol, Styx, Nero, and Fox .” 

Just based on their looks alone, it made sense for some of their names. Sol was soft faced but the freckles that dotted his features were evidence that his skin had seen plenty of sun. Fox was the youngest from what you assumed and he looked as if he had a mischievous glint to his eyes. His gaze was intense but he had a secret cunning behind those features. 

“I’m going to introduce her to TXT.” Chan was quick to change the topic, “She’ll be floating around the room tonight.” 

Crow and Chan gave each other a ‘bro’ handshake and directed you towards the table beside them. 

“I thought you’d take all night to introduce her, Omen. ” 

The five men standing at their table were huge , not really broad or muscular like some from SKZ, but they were tall, each closer to Mingyu’s height than anything. Even in your heels you were tiny in comparison. 

“And let you all meet her without one drink down? She’d lose her mind talking to any of you fully sober.” Chan rolled his eyes but slapped the arm of the first one to speak. 

Whoever he was, he was lanky, thick lipped, and fox-like. There was a smokiness to his gaze that reminded you of Jeonghan’s stare. 

“You say that as if it’s a bad thing.” He easily slid his hands into his pockets, tilting his head as he gazed in your direction. “We are entertaining to say the least, promise.” 

“I don’t doubt that,” You snickered at the interaction. 

“ Pluto is the same age as us, Mouse .” Chan explained flatly, standing more casual and comfortable in the presents of the taller men.

Humming an affirmation, Pluto glanced towards the rest of his group. “And somehow I’m not the leader.” 

“It’s because you would put a bullet through our heads if you were!” Looking to the owner of the new voice, you took in what many would call a ‘traditionally handsome’ face. The man was willowy and his eyes were wide, swirling with a playful nature behind an innocent smile. “ Duke is a lot more reserved than you.” 

“And you whined at the idea of having actual responsibilities.” 

“Thank you, Duck. ” 

“Will you call me by my actual call name, Cannon ?” Duke , or you assumed he was Duke with a small internal chuckle at his nickname, pinned Cannon down with a glare. “Be respectful.” 

“That’s boring, I’m going to drink!” The innocent smile never left Cannon ’s face as he nearly skipped away, linking arms with a pretty woman in blue as he made his way towards the bar. Duke took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. 

Pluto rolled his eyes, standing straight and motioned towards the last two in their group, both clearly zoned in on something else, not paying attention to you and Chan. “These are Scarecrow and Weaver , I’m going to deal with that moron for the night.” 

At their names, they looked over but neither said anything aside from a guarded smile and a nod of acknowledgment. 

From his agreement earlier, Chan led you to the bar once saying your goodbyes to the members of TXT and ordered you another drink. You placed your back to the bar while Chan handled the drinks and took in the surroundings more. 

The filler guests were plentiful, some were dancing, some were chatting and drinking. Guests dressed in black and white were speaking either with the randoms or with others in the same scheme. From what you could tell, they were cordial with one another, you noticed Captain speaking with two women whose backs were turned to you. You assumed they were members of Dreamcatcher seeing as ATZ were allied with the group. 

Seungkwan’s blond hair was noticeable, he was sitting at ATZ’s table with Fennec and Lucifer, all three holding different drinks in their hand, talking animatedly about something. Who you learned was the leader of Twice, thanks to Joshua, was speaking with Odin as they paced the outer walls of the room. Jihoon, Soonyoung, Joshua, and Seokmin were in conversation with the women of Mamamoo. 

There were plenty of places for you to start when you began your pathing around the room. Step number one was to always avoid Monsta X if possible, especially the one weirdo that was trying to look into your soul earlier. Though curious about the full story about why there was tension between SVT and MX, you weren’t going to push your luck tonight. Step two came to just being a fly on the wall, someone visible but invisible at the same time if you could. 

A few tactics popped into your mind. The first was taking one of the members by the arm and asking them to walk with you about the room. It was easy, straightforward, but probably an issue if you were constantly seen around the room with a member of SVT. Another idea was buddying up with a member of ATZ or SKZ, preferably one that was conversable, and do the same thing. Could be good, make some friends in the process (or enemies, who knows, depending on your mood), and the more minds working together could be better. 

The third idea was just trailing around by yourself, meet some people, introduce yourself, make acquaintance with people outside of the allies you now have. Having a woman slapped in the middle of the sausage fest that was SVT could help with their sociability. 

Your very last (and hopefully you don’t have to resort to it) idea was getting approached by one of the random men here and draping yourself over his arm to have him spill any piece of information he knew. Even if they wouldn’t admit it, every single member would be annoyed and against it if you dared to suggest it. You didn’t want to deal with them being pissy for the rest of the night. 

“Here.” Chan broke you from your thoughts, handing you a drink and you took a sip, snorting at the familiar taste.

“Negroni?” 

“I’ve only ever seen you drink classic old people drinks.” 

“ You are the one that got me the smoked old-fashioned.” 

“And you’ve had an old-fashioned at home when drinking with us.” Chan upturned his nose childishly and you had to remember he was an adult . 

“Whatever. If you are going back, tell them I’m walking the floor.”  Rolling your eyes with a smile, you pushed off the bar and began your calculated yet leisurely pace through people. 

The randoms were loud, full of chatter that could be distracting, but many didn’t pay you any mind. Though you had no specific path, you walked with poise, floating through the crowd, eyes landing on nothing in particular. Every so often you’d stop to take a sip of your drink, hoping the momentary pause would catch you anything. 

“SF9 have broadened their horizon by taking over dens .” A hushed voice was heard behind you in the crowd. “They’ve taken over a third of the little guys in their city.” 

You continued on with your relaxed pace, meeting Seokmin’s eye from his conversation he was still in with Mamamoo. He raised a brow at you but you were unbothered, finding another spot near another small gathering of randoms surrounding one of the members of EXO, he looked a little mousy.

“Oh the old member?” His rich, silvery voice drew you into his conversation. “Big shot out in China now, he helped us secure trade with some smugglers over there.” 

“I heard he is married now.” One of the women hanging off his arm spoke up. 

“Ah~ I can’t spill those secrets, you know that.” He gave a laugh. “But if he was married…she is quite pretty if you ask me.” 

You would have laughed if you didn’t start walking again. In the mix of passing around another small group, an arm was linked with yours. 

“Hm, I was right, the necklace looks good with the dress.” The smoky voice of the woman beside you caught you off guard. 

She had an untamed beauty to her, her face was soft but her features were sharp. She held her head high as if looking down to anyone that crossed her path and the vibe she radiated was potent with deadly power. The pinstripe pant-suit she wore only added to the demeanor she exuded, the cinched vest hugged her waistline and the top few buttons of the dress shirt were undone. 

“Excuse me?” 

“I said, the necklace looks good with the dress like I thought.” She repeated herself without hesitation, stopping the both of you to gently tap a long, painted nail against the center sapphire, the color nearly matching the color of her dark blue hair. “ Loki was going to get you something so…boring before I designed this. He was right though, blues do look good on you.”

A confused furrow of your brow had her snickering, narrowing her eyes to take you in. 

“Back up-” You took the moment to down the rest of your drink, “You made this?” 

“And plenty of other things for SVT.” She hummed, tapping the precious gem once more. “I do own one of the best jewelry companies worldwide and the dress shop you were in, Mouse .” 

She was close, face only inches from yours, tilting her head to the side, not caring she was invading your personal space. You tried not to let the close proximity bother you. 

“And Hades was a great help. Loki picked out something so elementary, something the old women buy when they have too much money to spend.” There was no attempt on her end to move and part of you was standing whatever ground you had at this moment. “ Hades said you needed something…just as stunning since you were already beautiful.”

That was going to be something you’d talk with both of them about later- 

“Oh, did he now? I’ll have to thank him later. And I should thank you for creating such a stunning piece.”

Something flashed behind her eyes, widening only for a moment before settling back into their narrowed state, a half-smirk was spread on her face. “I can see why they like you.” 

“And I can see why they picked you to make this.” You matched her smirk, watching her step back, giving distance between you. 

“I’ll have to get your number another time. They call me Siren here.” 

You were having too much fun now. “I can see why.” 

She linked her arms with you once more, easily weaving through the mass of bodies. “You’re fun, let’s get you another drink.” 

Siren had been great company overall. You were joined by two more members of her team, Nightshade and Muse , with Fennec and Lucifer from Ateez sliding their way over. They were all so easy to talk to, even more to joke with, and they didn’t make you feel like you were an outsider thankfully. Fennec was a little touchy, leaning close and teasing you much like Siren did, but any slight inclination you were uncomfortable by something, he pulled away. Chan and Seungkwan had wandered over at some point, falling easily into the flow of the conversation. With the alliances, you were able to exchange any information quietly, taking a mental note of anything of interest from the others to tell SVT later. 

Slowly the group you once stood in drifted away for one reason or another, mainly for informal meetings between group members, social breaks, or wanting more food. You had drifted back towards the bar, having finished the only drink you got during your time with Siren. With the bartenders busy, you leaned yourself against the counter to wait your turn, easily drumming your nails against your arm to keep your hand busy. 

A man slid in the empty space beside you, paying him no mind until he spoke up, the slight gruffness catching your ear. “With typical thirteen men constantly around you, I’m surprised they are leaving you alone at such an event.” 

Taking a peek from the corner of your eye, your breath caught in your throat, the drumming of your hand stopping. He had a small face and a tall noise, and – not to be rude – almost beady eyes. His lips were almost in a constant state of purse. You recognized him as one of the men from MX’s table, Shark , not the one that was staring daggers at you, Joker , but one that smirked when he noticed you met their eyes. Whoever he was had rested his back against the bar while you had your front facing the shelves of liquors. 

Turning your attention back towards the bar, you busied yourself with reading the names on the bottles, needing the distraction to avoid any interaction. You were tempted to forgo the drink and walk away. To your luck, a bartender finally got to you, asking what you wanted, and quickly went to work on the Manhattan you ordered. 

“Ignoring someone who is talking to you is quite rude, don’t you think?” He spoke up again and you kept your eyes on the man making your drink but you were trying to hold your tongue, you didn’t want to start shit right now. “Maybe someone needs to teach you manners.” 

That broke the camel's back…

“Maybe someone needs to teach you what uninterested looks like.” The words spilled out, unmoving until the bartender placed your drink before you. 

Easily you grabbed the drink and turned to walk away but a hand grabbed tightly on your upper arm, just under the off the shoulder sleeve. You were half tempted to throw the drink in his face to have him release you. 

“Take your hand off me before I make you take your hand off me.” Your tone was toxic, the threat evident. You turned your head towards him and leveled him with a heavy stare. Mentally you were willing to do anything to get away from him. 

“You should watch your tone, Mouse .” Your nickname sounded disgusting coming from him. His grip tightened enough to really hurt but you clenched your jaw, showing no pain in the glare you focused on him.

If you were stronger, you swore the glass in your hand would have been broken with the grip you had on it. 

Ready to toss your drink on him, another hand came into view, fingers digging harshly into the man’s wrist. The grip he had on your arm faltered and you were able to step away, thankful to see Joshua, but there was still an impression of his fingertips on your skin. Unlike his normal, calm expression, he looked pissed, there was something incredibly murderous in his eyes. Though Shark showed a hint of pain from the death grip Joshua had on his wrist, he smirked and there was something just as lethal in his eyes. 

“I didn’t realize she was spoken for.” The cockiness in his voice was sickening. “It’s good to see you up close after all these years, Hades . You look well! I’ll have to tell Baron you’ve been working out.” The cheery switch in his tone was off putting. 

The air surrounding the three of you was suffocating, thick with a violent fog that you could cut through if you tried. 

“Let him go, he isn’t worth it,” You spoke up, placing your drink on the counter and taking Joshua’s elbow into your hold. It took a few moments of the two sharing whatever silent conversation they were having before Joshua complied, more throwing the other’s arm down when releasing it. 

“Nice leash you have on him, Mouse~” 

With haste, you pulled him away but Joshua didn’t say a word, simply following behind. You needed some air, now, and you walked with him towards the entrance and took a moment on the patio. 

The crisp night air was welcoming, easing the rapid beating of your heart. The alcohol coursing through your system was not helping the sick feeling in the pit of your stomach. 

“Are you okay?” Joshua finally spoke, the anger still there but he spoke softly. Slowly he reached up and grazed his hand over the red marks on your upper arm. 

“That’s gonna bruise.” You tried to say lightheartedly, grimacing when he deadpanned at you, unamused. “I’m okay, promise. I tried to ignore him then he made a comment so I snarked back, tried to walk away but he grabbed my arm-” 

Your rambling was stopped by Joshua placing a hand on your upper back and you deflated, sighing softly. “I understand, Mouse.” 

“Are you going to tell-” 

“You know I have to.” You sagged even more, leaning into his side tiredly.

“He started it.” It sounded childish to say but it was true, Shark was the one to approach you and speak first. 

“I know, I was across the room and I nearly ran over.” The light tone of Joshua’s quiet chuckle was calming. It reminded you that you were safe now. 

“...I was going to throw my drink on him if he didn’t fuck off.” Joshua laughed louder now, sliding his hand to the small of your back to head back inside. 

“I don’t doubt you on that. It would have been a sight to see and a very interesting conversation to have later.”

The walk back towards the two SVT tables was daunting, you didn’t want to imagine what would have happened if someone like Jihoon or Soonyoung were to save you, even worse, Seungcheol . That sent a shiver down your spine, more than just words would probably be thrown with how much disdain the leader supposedly had for Monsta X. 

Seungcheol was speaking with Captain when you both approached, deep in whatever conversation they were having. Captain had cut the conversation to greet you. 

“Ah, Mouse , Hades ,” He teased, a beaming smile meeting you. “Seems I will take my leave with the looks on your faces.” 

“Sorry about this, Captain .” Joshua apologized easily but Captain stood and gave Joshua a pat on the shoulder and said a short goodbye to Seungcheol before walking off. 

From his seat, Seungcheol raised a brow to the two of you. “What happened?” 

“ Shark tried to talk with Mouse at the bar and he grabbed her arm when she went to walk away.” At least he was keeping out your comment… 

Seungcheol’s shift in expression had your heart dropping into your stomach. The once casual expression was replaced with one filled with fury, similar to the look Joshua wore when he grabbed Shark to get him off of you. As calm as he could, Seungcheol slowly straightened up in his seat and focused on the bright red impressions on your upper arm. 

There was silence that blanketed you, a thousand and one things were flicking through Seungcheol’s eyes and you didn’t know what to say. Words were caught in your throat and nothing seemed to sound right in your head. 

“You will be staying with me until we leave.” It wasn’t a request, it was an order, and you nodded. “We’ll tell the rest later.” The second part was more addressed to Joshua, feeling his hand drop from your back. 

You pulled out the chair that Captain once occupied and sunk into the seat, feeling ten times more tired than you were earlier. Joshua stayed for another moment before walking off and you let out a sigh, hearing Seungcheol shift in his spot. 

“I thought one of them was watching you better.” He watched you sigh and you tilted your head to see him better. He was angry still but a little guilt ridden. 

“You aren’t perfect, Ch-” You huffed, correcting yourself. Your brain was shutting down. “ King . There are a lot of people and I don’t expect you all to have a sixth sense.” 

“Still-” 

“Still what?” You weren’t in the best mood for his excuses for the rest. “Shit happens, you can’t predict the future. Don’t beat yourself up over it. With how Joker was staring at me like I was food earlier, it was bound to happen whether someone was watching or not. It was a power play, you know it. He probably wanted to test my resolve or my patience.” 

“How are you so calm about this?” The question made you shrug. 

“Would you like it better if I bursted into tears and threw a tantrum?” You asked in retaliation and he rolled his eyes. “Should I be mad that I’m going to be attached to your hip the rest of the night?” 

“That’s not what I meant, Mouse.” His anger was slowly floating away as annoyance came from your stupid comments. 

“I know what I got myself into, King. ” You sat back and drummed your fingers on the table, a smile spreading on your face. “I can hold my own pretty well, I’ve been doing it a majority of my life. You are underestimating me a little, don’t you think?” 

“Maybe I am, Mouse.” He snorted a chuckle, crossing his arms. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t be a little off put but your reactions.” 

You pouted your lips, “Did I feel close to having a panic attack? Maybe. Did I really wanna throw my drink directly in his face from anger before Hades showed up? Definitely. Would it be worth it? In my heart, yeah.” 

Seungcheol went to speak but you cut him off, “I’ve never seen Hades so mad before, I thought he was going to punch Shark . That would have been amazing to see.”

He gave you a blank stare for a moment but chuckled once more. You were glad to see the tension ebbing away. “Yeah, that would have been a sight.” 

When the evening came to a close, you stuck close to Seungcheol as he said his goodbyes. You were able to tell Siren and Fennec to get your number from Jeonghan and Seungkwan to stay in contact, glad to hopefully have some outside friendships in this other life. Jeonghan had been doing more business things throughout the night and when he found his way back to your side at the end of the night, he was eyeing Seungcheol’s hand around your waist and the slow turning bruise on your upper arm. You took his arm when Cheol let you go, trailing between the members of SVT to get to the cars. 

Much as they did when traveling to the event, the three oldest and you climbed into the car, waiting for everyone to settle into the other vehicles before speeding off. You leaned yourself against Jeonghan’s side and rested your head on his shoulder, tired from the gala. He tucked you under his arm to keep you close, kissing the top of your head. 

“Does either of your three want to tell me what happened?” His voice broke the silence and Joshua stilled beside you. 

“Not it.” You muttered, letting your eyes flutter shut. 

“Kihyun got a hold of Mouse, literally.” Seungcheol sighed, “Joshua stopped him.” 

“And you waited to tell me?” He sounded annoyed, his hold on you getting a little tighter, protective. 

“I didn’t need you going off the handle and marching over there like you would have.”  

“March over- I would have kicked his ass!” His outburst had you groaning, leaning away some at the volume in your ear. “Sorry..” 

“Exactly why I didn’t tell anyone . I’ll tell them when we get home, Han.”  

Jeonghan said something under his breath along the lines of ‘ What a joke’ but you reached for his other hand to hold, providing some comfort to the anger he was feeling. You could hear his heart beating faster and his usual cold hands were warmer. 

The rest of the car ride was quiet, not even the radio played to pass the time. You stayed awake the entire trip, just watching out the windshield without your eyes actually focusing on anything specifically. When the gates opened and the house came into view, you were ready to change, take your makeup off, and curl into bed. 

Pulling up in front of the house, Mingyu was sitting on a chair near the front door with Sona standing beside him, his face lighting up now that everyone was home. Jeonghan easily helped you from the car and walked you up the stairs where you gave Mingyu a hug when he stood to head inside, rapid fire asking questions on how it was, if you had fun, and so much more. You whispered a promise to tell more later but you wanted to sit down on the couch for a little while. 

You collapsed onto the furniture tiredly and quickly took your shoes off, curling up beside Mingyu when he sat at your side. One of the throw pillows was grabbed and you hugged it to your chest, waiting for the inevitable of Seungcheol telling everyone what Kihyun did. 

One by one the members came into the house with different levels of energy. Jihoon looked ready to fall asleep while standing. Seungkwan and Vernon were leaning against each other when Seungcheol asked them not to head to their rooms yet. Seokmin had some energy and sat on your other side, stretching his legs out with a groan. Your eyes were closing, feeling Mingyu shift to grab a blanket and toss it over you, not bothered to be your personal cuddle buddy for the moment. He tugged you in close the best he could with his injury and happily held you. 

After hearing the click of the door close, Seungcheol got everyone’s attention. 

“Before anyone throws a fit at what I’m going to say, I’m too tired for it so don’t.” He narrowed his eyes as he looked at everyone, specifically at Mingyu and Seokmin. “Tonight was near perfect, we got information, made some business deals thanks to Joshua and Jeonghan, and even got closer with some of the other groups. However, we had one mishap and I’m not blaming anyone in the room.” 

That had a few voicing some confusion. 

“Monsta X has definitely taken an interest in Mouse and-” 

The two beside you both yelled out in even more confusion and you kicked Seokmin with your foot and hit Mingyu on the shoulder, ruining the comfort you were in. 

“ And we will deal with it appropriately.” 

“Are you okay?” Seokmin whispered and you nodded. 

“Who was it?” Seungkwan asked, rubbing his eyes. 

“Kihyun.” The irritation in Jeonghan’s voice was loud and clear.

“That’s it for the night, everyone get some sleep.” Seungcheol dismissed them quickly before anyone could speak further and trudged his way down the hall. Mingyu didn’t let you go, already in a fresh set of pajamas, knowing Jeonghan was going to get things from his room before you went in. 

You don’t remember falling asleep but you did, drifting off to the warmth Mingyu radiated and the snug embrace he kept you in. Some more words were said, you thought you heard Sona say something, then you were lifted from the couch in a strong set of arms. You had woken up briefly when Sona was helping you change but was more or less running on autopilot when she got a shirt over your head and zoned out as she wiped the makeup from your face. 

You felt someone tuck you into bed and the lights flicked off before you were done for the night.

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also fjorjester, treat <3

I think this is my first time writing fjorester? Pure fluff for them <3 Echoes of the Solstice spoilers!

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Caleb’s tower is swarming with activity: each cat servant shepherds villagers to rooms, or towards the dinning room as they deem appropriate. Fjord notices more: limping dogs and puff-tailed felines, too, cautiously sniffing spectral forms before a tail leads them to rest. 

Usually Jester would be in the middle of it all. The star, the centerpiece, the helm of the ship. Or Fjord would take that space for her, a grave duty he usually relishes for the glimpses of her latest prank. 

They don’t. Is the thing. 

“Fjord,” Jester giggles, prim and pleased and perfect, just perfect in his arms, her own wound around his neck. Tight because she wants them to be, not of any fear he’d drop her. 

(He could, and she’d shriek and laugh and tease him fondly for the stumble. She’s perfect because they can be imperfect. It makes sense. Really. Wildmother’s mercy, he’s a sap. For her.)

(His fiancée.)

He lost what she said in the silence as he kicked the door shut behind them. Caleb’s got some enchantment on their room to coax the chuckle of waves into it. Rasping in his ears, he can almost believe they’re home. 

Fjord clears his throat. Gently places Jester on the bed - gleaming like a pirate’s hoard. More precious than all the treasure the sea has to offer, and just as liable to sweep him off his feet. 

“... What was that?” he mumbles, and her sharp teeth and sharper eyes gleam sweetly with laughter.

“Fjord,” she repeats, drawing him close effortlessly, fingers swimming through his hair. He sighs as she gently untangles knots that the chaos of battle spun. “Momma’s gonna be so upset.”

He flushes - her cool skin feels good, spare hand cradling his cheek. “I - Jessie, was there - something? Was I supposed to ask her first? Or the Gentleman?” Wracking his mind for the customs of Nichodranas - sure he knows how sailors wed pretty well, but Jester’s from more than that. Maybe some sort of dowry, or -?

“No, silly!” She presses an impish kiss to his nose. “In all the best stories there’s supposed to be a ring.”

Oh. Ah. Well! This, this he planned for.

Fjord gently pulls Jester’s hand from his cheek. Takes a moment to admire them - strong, stable hands, quick and artistic and so nearly gone if she was not so clever to match. When he presses a kiss to the knuckles, he feels the cool of the jewelry against his lips, against his tusks.

And then, with a huge grin of his own, he plucks the ring of fire resistance from her finger. Pointedly raises his brows. And slides it where it now belongs.

Jester downright cackles, sending him into wheezing laughter of his own.

Definitely a proposal to write home about.

🎃For my trick or treat ask game! [No longer taking prompts, thank you so much for the fun!] 🎃

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All That Glitters

For those of you who don't know, I used to share my fic on this blog. Guess I'm back to writing, only this time it's porn of my original characters.

Dragon shares a pleasant evening with his Treasure. Now with come turning into gems and double cocks.

Heads up: NSFW, Explicit sexual content, M/M, Double penetration, inhuman anatomy, size difference, dragon shifter, orgasm control, scent kink. Full tags on AO3 Words: 4,444

Dragon and his Treasure

The benefit of building the closest thing to a castle possible on top of a skyscraper was the privacy. Dragon could open any windows he wanted and be safe from prying eyes, no one could hear anything that was happening inside. 

Like right now. 

Treasure was always vocal, but on a night like this - after teasing each other all day before finally falling into Dragon's nest together - he stopped trying to hold back and let out the most wonderful moans. And Dragon hoarded each and every one of them, hence the want for privacy. 

The rising full moon illuminated the nest beautifully, with Treasure being the centerpiece of the lovely image. The deep jewel tones of the sheets decorated the round bed, the moonlight making the expensive silks gleam like they were liquid. Stretched out on silk sheets, flushed and panting, Treasure kept letting out little whines as Dragon played with the crystal toy inside of him. Dragon slowly dragged the dildo out and back in, watching as Treasure tried to move his hips to fasten the pace. Dragon just chuckled and held him in place, enjoying the tease. 

“Please touch me.” Treasure begged in an unsteady voice, his pretty green eyes pleading up at Dragon. Dragon growled deep in his chest, never able to deny this request from his treasure.  He bent down to kiss his lover calm, licking deep inside his mouth. The hand pressing Treasure's hips down slowly dragged up his body, stopping to tease his nipples before settling on Treasure's bare neck. Treasure let out the most delicious whine and then shivered as Dragon made sure to drag the dildo over his prostate. 

Dragon kept moving the toy, teasing his lover, stretching him further in preparation of what was coming. Treasure kept his hands above him like a good boy, but Dragon knew that wouldn't last as the night progressed. Still, good boys were to be rewarded, so he made sure to angle the crystal toy moving in and out of his lover just right, making the man under him whine into their kiss. 

Positioned as they were now, with Dragon hovering over Treasure, their size difference was glaringly obvious. Treasure wasn't a short man, but Dragon was just that much bigger than him, his palm easily covering Treasure's whole neck. His bare cock brushed over Treasure's, making them both shiver. 

Treasure raised his hips again, pressing himself to Dragon, trying to get any kind of friction that wouldn't get him anywhere courtesy of the solid gold cock ring Dragon put on him before they fell into the nest together. 

Dragon growled as he broke their kiss, a string of saliva keeping them connected.  “Behave, love, and you will get everything you want.” He only got a pitiful whine in response. Treasure looked lovely, dazed from their kisses, his lips plump from the friction. His silky brown locks framed his face and fell into his eyes that were focused only on Dragon, full of love and devotion. Dragon fell in love again. 

He felt the moon rise and answered to its call, letting his half shift overtake him. He felt his features change, face elongating to fit the lengthening fangs, his eyesight became sharper as his pupils slitted, he could feel the weight of the horns that sprouted from his skull and curved back over his head and could feel the sharp spines that protruded along his back.   In all his years there have only been a few humans that didn't jump at his horns and patches of scales that sprouted when he was like this. Even fewer didn't flinch at his elongated fangs and tongue, ready to spit venom. Even less who didn't balk at the second cock that appeared once he shifted. Taking just one cock - with all of its bumps and ridges would have been a challenge, Dragon didn't remember the last human that tried to take both of them.  He didn't remember a human that didn't flinch at his full dragon form. 

Until he met his Treasure. 

As Dragon shifted, Treasure didn't once break eye contact, didn't stop his attempts at fucking himself faster on the toy Dragon was still controlling, now with his claw tipped fingers. The scent of arousal was strong before Dragon shifted, now it would have been overwhelming if it was coming from anyone else but his Treasure. 

“Kiss me.” Treasure demanded, and Dragon purred in satisfaction as he closed the distance between them, his long prehensile tongue immediately delving to explore his lover's mouth as Treasure just opened wider to accommodate the long appendage. Dragon groaned, pleased, knowing his lover enjoyed him in any form. 

Treasure's hands finally left the position Dragon pressed them into when they started, coming down to wrap in his hair and around his horns. Treasure was effectively holding him in place, demanding for the kisses to never end. Dragon twisted the toy inside of him and enjoyed as the groan Treasure let out reverberated between them. 

Dragon pressed his palm over his treasure's neck, before dragging the clawed fingers down to toy with his nipples. Twisting and pulling on them, earning himself more whimpers and groans, he didn't let up on kissing his lover until he was gasping for breath. 

Treasure looked so lovely adorned with jewels, he usually wore some type of collar and his nipple piercings, but tonight the only metal on him was the cock ring preventing his release. 

Treasure arched his back and leaned into Dragon's teasing hands, throwing his head back in a deep moan and a full body shiver. Dragon admired his lover, the moon made the sweat on his body shine and the human looked godlike bathed in silver light. 

Dragon licked and sucked over Treasure's pulse, letting his sharp fangs graze over the delicate skin of his neck. Treasure arched and angled his neck, giving Dragon more room. 

He left the dildo inside his lover for now, dragging his other hand to join the first, teasing both of his lover's nipples. He wanted Treasure awash in ecstasy and by the sounds the human was letting out, he was fast on the way there. Dragon kissed and nipped down Treasure's jaw and neck, leaving love bites on the way down. 

He kissed his lovely shoulders, leaving a deeper mark there, knowing his lover enjoyed seeing them in the mirror. Dragon kissed and licked over his collar bones, making sure to lavish attention on every bit of skin before slowly moving down. 

He licked over the right nipple, teasing the left one with his fingers. He could feel the fingers in his hair tightening and releasing, reacting to his teasing as he licked the nub until it was red and sensitive. He tasted his lover on his tongue as he kissed over in order to switch sides and pay more attention to the left nipple, leaving bite marks around it. 

Treasure arched his hips, grinding into both of Dragon's cocks and they both groaned. 

“I will tie you to the bed if you don't behave.” Dragon threatened with no heat as he pressed his hips down, effectively trapping Treasure's cock between the two of his. 

“Hnn- promise?” was all the response he got before Treasure gasped and lost the ability to speak as Dragon bit into his peck. 

Dragon made sure to not break skin, but this was one of the best ways to make his treasure behave and he was not above using it. 

He kissed and licked down Treasure's body, leaving a thin sheen of his saliva that made the human glow in the moonlight. If Dragon thought him godlike before, Treasure was looking closer to a being made of jewels than a human now. 

Treasure whined when Dragon finally made his way down to his hips and straining cock, covered in shiny precum, both his own and Dragons’.  His pretty cock was hard and pink, the golden cock ring standing out at the base. 

Treasure tried to move his hips again, hoping for some release, but Dragon held him down. He kissed the wet tip and let his long tongue wrap around the cock, making the man on the bed whine and shudder. Gods, the sounds Treasure made could be enough to bring him over the edge. 

Dragon moved his tongue, teasing the straining cock and felt the hands on his horns tense. 

“Fuck, please, Dragon. I don't know how much more I can take. I want to come on your cocks, please fuck me now?” 

Treasure's begging voice sent shivers down Dragon's body and he had to wrap a hand around the base of his cocks, squeezing them together as a heavy drop of precum ran down both of them. 

“You beg so pretty love. All in due time, you know I can never deny you anything.” 

Dragon gave the tip one last kiss before moving down, licking and lavishing over Treasure's balls before going lower to the still stuffed hole. 

It was glistening with the obscene amount of lube they had used through the day, Dragon had started by fingering him open before moving on to toys of various sizes before finally stuffing the crystal dildo into the stretched hole. It was bigger than what they usually used but Treasure - the absolute size queen - was happy to have something so deep inside him, stretching his hole in preparation of what was to come. 

Licking around the rim, squeezing inside next to the dildo, Dragon got to feel how Treasure squeezed and then relaxed at the added intrusion of his tongue. He had to hold down Treasure's hips with one arm as the man thrashed on the bed, stretched and filled. 

Dragon fisted his cocks and teased himself, thinking about stuffing his lover full with them. Treasure felt amazing on his tongue, just imagining that heat squeezed around both of his cocks at the same time made him move his fist around his cocks that much faster. Just a bit more and he would be able to bury himself in his lover and fill him up to the brim. 

The thought of filling Treasure up awakened his more primal instincts. Dragon could feel the pull of the full moon, getting lost in the scent of Treasure - his most important piece of the hoard. Being able to mark him up, to make their scents mingle for days was an honor that Dragon appreciated and he would do and give anything to make his lover happy. 

He could feel the frenzied energy from his mate, begging for release but allowing himself to be denied because Dragon wanted it so. The thought undid something in him, Dragon released Treasure's hip and kneeled over his body, both of his hands on his cocks.  Treasure was bathed in moonlight, the moon at its peak and Dragon had never seen anyone as beautiful as him

Treasure was watching him with blown eyes, legs spread and ready for Dragon whenever he wanted him, so open and trusting and all his. 

The thought undid him and Dragon came, covering Treasure's body in droplets of hot come. Treasure stretched out, letting Dragon cover more of his body as Dragon shuddered above him, growling in pleasure. 

Seeing Treasure like this pleased something deep inside Dragon. He was comfortably laid out inside Dragon's nest, all open and ready for whatever Dragon wanted, covered in Dragon's come that looked like jewels in the moonlight. So loving and trusting, ready to take anything Dragon would give him.

And Dragon would give him the world. He bent down, still keeping eye contact, and Treasure's breath stuttered as Dragon released a puff of white-hot flame over his come covered body. 

The flame would melt flesh off bone in seconds, leaving the bone charred and brittle, ready to crumble into dust at the faintest disturbance. But it would never hurt Treasure, never hurt Dragon's beloved chosen mate. 

Instead as the flames passed over his body, it turned the drops of come into precious jewels, glistening in the firelight.

Dragon Tears were the world's rarest jewels, and Dragon was going to cover his precious in them. 

Treasure picked one of the jewels off his chest and held it up to the light, making rainbows dance over his face. He gave a smile before dropping it on the bed and reaching for Dragon, pulling him down into a kiss. 

“Will you please fuck me now? I really want both of your cocks inside me.”

Dragon growled and rutted his still hard cocks on Treasure's thighs and they both moaned at the friction. Reaching down, Dragon slowly dragged the dildo out of Treasure's hole and immediately put one of his cocks at the gaping entrance. 

“I want both…” Treasure's whine shifted into a moan when Dragon pushed his cock inside, making sure that Treasure would feel the drag of every ridge and bump inside of him. Being inside his lover was always a breathtaking experience. The way his walls were clinging to him, the heat almost unbearable even to a dragon. He could never get enough. Giving Treasure a smirk, Dragon pulled his cock back out before slamming it inside with no time to prepare, setting a steady rhythm that he knew Treasure would find just barely enough. 

He enjoyed the human's breathy moans, slipping from that lovely mouth on every thrust. Dragon dragged his second cock over Treasure's to tease them both. He groaned at the size difference, his shifted cock almost twice the size of Treasure's. 

Treasure wrapped his slender fingers over Dragon's cock, teasing the tip before matching the rhythm of Dragon's hips with his hand. 

“I want this inside me, gonna be so full.” Dragon chuckled at the human, trust his mate to be an insatiable size queen. He groaned as Treasure gave one last squeeze and caught the precum on his fingers before stuffing them in his mouth, his eyes rolling back at the taste. 

“And you say I'm a tease. Look at you panting and begging for another cock even though you already have one inside.” Dragon ground their hips together, grasping at Treasure's thighs and changing up the angle, making Treasure arch his body. 

The jewels covering Treasure's body started slipping off into the sheets, throwing rainbows as they refracted the shifting light before sinking into the silk. 

Treasure was grasping the sheets now, trying to move his hips together with Dragon before losing the rhythm due to one expertly aimed thrust from Dragon. He yelled as his prostate was battered as Dragon's sizeable cock kept fucking in. 

Dragon groaned as he pulled his cock out, it was covered in a mix of lube and his precum, the hole gaping and inviting him back in. Treasure whimpered at the empty feeling and Dragon dragged calming hands over his thighs before grabbing the lube to pour it over both of his cocks. 

Making sure he was nice and coated, Dragon grabbed both of his cocks and squeezed them in one hand, pressing the tips up to Treasure's winking hole. He couldn't tear his eyes away as he slowly pushed both of his cocks into the tight hole, making sure to go slow. Treasure's whine petered off into gasps as the cocks filled him up, every ridge and bump stretching his rim.

Dragon growled when he finally bottomed out. He could feel the silky walls spasming and squeezing his cocks, the rim stretched open to accommodate the girth of both cocks as their hips pressed close.  Treasure looked blissed out - his eyes unfocused, lips open as he panted, quiet whines that Dragon wasn't sure he was aware of released on every breath. 

Dragon dragged gentle palms over his lover, claws teasing over the skin, raising goosebumps. He pinched both of the nipples and played with them as they both got adjusted. 

Once Treasure whined and shifted his hips - his signal to move when he was too blissed out to talk - Dragon gripped his hips in his hands and started to slowly pull out. Leaving the constricted heat was almost painful, he wanted to stay inside his mate forever. But once he pulled out so that only the tips of his cocks remained inside, he started pushing back in, this time faster, watching for any discomfort in his lover. 

He kept going like this, at a slow tempo, making sure to be careful until Treasure had enough. 

“Faster, stop teasing. I want you to fuck me so good I can't walk straight for a week.” Always so demanding, but how could Dragon refuse? 

With a borderline feral grin he slammed his hips into Treasure's, filling him up hard and fast. Treasure screamed and shuddered, almost ripping the silk sheets he was gripping.

“Like this, love?” Dragon gave his lover a smirk and leaned over him, putting them face to face. Treasure nodded, his face fully blissed out. Dragon chuckled and hooked both of Treasure's legs over his elbows, practically bending his lover in half as he pushed his tongue back inside Treasure's mouth. 

He set a fast and hard pace, Treasure's fingers coming back to his horns as he held on for dear life. His walls kept squeezing his cocks in such a delicious way, he wanted for this to never end. 

Treasure's fingers pulled on his hair before grasping on his shoulders and drifting down between them. Dragon growled in warning. 

“I'm not- I just want to feel- oh fuck, yes.” Dragon leaned back to see Treasure's fingers pressed to his abdomen where - fuck- he could see a slight bump forming every time he pushed his cocks in. 

Dragon covered Treasure's palm with his to feel and pushed down slightly, making both of them groan. He could feel the pressure on his cocks as he thrust his hips, going faster. 

“Fuck, Dragon, please. I need to come so bad, let me come on your cocks.” Treasure's pleas were always so pretty, he knew how to beg so nicely. And of course Dragon could never deny him. 

With a flick of his wrist he took the golden cock ring off and threw it somewhere off the bed uncaring. Treasure was back to moving his hips to meet Dragon's, chasing his own release. Dragon was ready to restrain the human in case he tried to touch his cock, but it seemed that Treasure wanted to be really good tonight. 

Dragon didn't know what he did to deserve such a lovely mate, but he knew he would do anything to please him. So he angled their hips so one of his cocks was dragging directly over Treasure's prostate, making sure the human would feel every ridge dragging deliciously over it. 

All Treasure could do was try to keep up, he was constantly moaning, gasping Dragon's name and half formed words. His hands were grasping at Dragon's shoulders, nails digging in as he desperately tried to hold on. 

With a few mind numbingly accurate thrusts, Treasure tensed and came, covering himself in his own come. Dragon kept moving, making sure to bully the spot inside more to prolong his lover's ecstasy. The walls around his cocks squeezed impossibly tight, but he slammed inside, enjoying the vice grip Treasure had on him. 

When Treasure's whines started dying down and his gasps took on an oversensitive note, Dragon angled his cocks away from his prostate, but didn't stop thrusting in. Coming down from his orgasm, Treasure melted into the sheets, looking up at Dragon with shining eyes. 

His whole body was relaxed and open, letting Dragon use it to reach his own peak. Dragon thrust faster, the thought of filling up his mate on his mind. 

Treasure watched Dragon as he kept moving, letting out gasps of pleasure and shivering, his hands trailing over the mess on his chest. He put on a show of trailing his own come over his nipples before teasing them and then putting his fingers in his mouth and sucking. 

Dragon couldn't tear his eyes away from the display in front of him. Treasure made a show of licking his fingers clean before coating his fingers in more come and reaching for Dragon. 

He opened his mouth without hesitation and wrapped his tongue over the fingers, sucking and licking the digits clean. The salty taste lingered on his tongue as the now clean fingers left his mouth and Treasure went back to playing with the come on his chest. 

“Are you going to fill me up? Come so deep inside me that I won't even need a plug to keep it in? I bet the scent will stay for weeks and everyone with a sensitive nose will know who I belong to.” 

Dragon growled and thrust harder, making Treasure arch his back, but it didn't stop him from talking. 

“I should set one of your stones into a forever collar, keep it on me always and only you would have the key, would you like that? Or maybe I should make a whole body chain and only wear that to the next dragon meet? Make sure everyone knows I am yours, wouldn't even need a sensitive nose… “

The mental image of Treasure wearing nothing but the sign of their connection, his dedication was what tipped him over. 

He slammed inside and stilled, shivers wracking his body as he filled Treasure up with his hot come. Treasure moaned and dragged his messy fingers down his body to rest on his abdomen. 

Dragon kept grinding his hips in circles, the white hot pleasure wracking his body and his cocks kept pulsing deep inside his lover. He was going to fill him up and plug him up so nothing could leak out. Dragon couldn't wait to smell their scents intermixed like that, undeniable proof that Treasure was his and no one else's. 

Treasure moaned and swore, dragging Dragon out of his blissful thoughts. He put his palm over Treasure's and could feel not only his cocks pressing from the inside, but also the softer push of his come filling up Treasure deep inside. 

Dragon groaned before leaning over Treasure's body, covering him with his own and kissing into his waiting mouth. Treasure sucked on his tongue and gripped his horns, pulling them chest to chest. Dragon could stay inside his lover for the rest of his life, but since he was human, that might not have been the best idea. 

As his cocks softened he groaned and slid them out, pressing careful fingers to the mess he just made. His hot come was already starting to leak out and he pressed it back into the stretched hole. He played with the stretched hole, enjoying the feeling of the mess he made of it.

“Hnn baby unless you want another round immediately you better either stop or plug me up.” Dragon considered that possibility for a second before deciding that humans don't have the same durability as supernatural creatures, and his lover needed a break even if he wouldn't admit it. 

He broke the kiss with a bite to Treasure's lip before leaning over to their chest of toys. Treasure tried to lean over and see what he picked before Dragon pressed him back into the bed with a hand on his - still sticky - chest. 

When he found the exact toy he was looking for - a soft silicone plug- he pressed it to his lover's hole and marveled at the easy slide. That was almost enough to get him hard again, the toy was bigger than what they usually used, and it slid in with almost no resistance. Dragon growled as he tapped the bottom of the plug - a long shape that pressed and curved towards Treasure's back instead of a simple flare- making sure that it was sitting comfortably. Treasure groaned and shifted before settling back down. 

Dragon admired his lover for a second before kissing him gently. Treasure welcomed him and returned the gentle kiss, pulling Dragon back over him.

Dragon broke the kiss reluctantly and stood from the bed, walking into their connected bathroom for a cloth. When he returned Treasure was propped up comfortably in the nest, admiring one of the jewels in the moonlight. 

Dragon wiped his chest gently, making sure to get all the mess off as Treasure relaxed and let him angle his body any way he wanted. He admired the bite marks blooming before throwing the cloth in the general direction of the hamper, without even looking if it landed and making Treasure laugh. 

Treasure leaned in for a kiss, distracting Dragon for a good few minutes before he pressed his hand to Treasure's neck and let it rest there. Treasure leaned more into the kiss and angled his head, giving Dragon's hand more room. 

Before they could get too distracted Dragon leaned back again, keeping Treasure in place with his hand. He leaned over, reaching one of the side tables and bringing a water bottle and some grapes close, setting them on the bed before shifting to sit behind Treasure, supporting his weight.

Dragon wrapped loose hands around his lover as he made sure Treasure drank some water, hand feeding him a few grapes. Dragon left soft kisses on Treasure's shoulder and neck as Treasure settled against him, collecting all the gems he could reach scattered all over the sheets and admiring them in the moonlight. 

Treasure relaxed against him, leaning back for kisses at random intervals as they both enjoyed the comfortable silence.

Done with checking over the Dragon Tears he could reach, Treasure hummed. 

“These really are beautiful. And the way they throw rainbows is amazing. I really should set one into a collar for myself, what do you think?” 

Dragon just rumbled in pleasure, wrapping his hands tighter around the human. He could hear the grin as he kept talking. 

“And I think the full body chain would look absolutely phenomenal, don't you think? Of course I would be barely clothed in that and I would need more stones, but at least that way everyone would know I'm yours.”

Dragon turned Treasure's head with a gentle claw on his chin and kissed him long and deep for that. He would give him as many stones as he wanted, Treasure should always be covered in jewels and precious metals or his come. Or both. He grumbled in satisfaction at the thought. 

As Treasure leaned away, gasping for air he couldn't hide his smirk. “And Susan from accounting would choke on her jealousy if she saw me in that.” 

Dragon hid his face in his lover's shoulder as his shoulders shook with laughter. Of course. 

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[nutklcker]

(I'm mostly thinking abt my boys here but I decided to use like OC language cuz that's what most people relate to)

My favorite thing abt lethal company OC's that are or contain an entity/monster that's now working with a crew/on the crew's side is the idea of someone watching them in the terminal

Like, like if you have a masked then on the terminal they'll show up like a dead player body, blue with the sight triangle thing, but a duller blue than the living employee's blue on the terminal, and like imagine trying to hook that baby up to the terminal cuz usually the terminal only follows the players that signed in on it, I got off track

Or like, friendly Bracken? How the hell you hook that guy up. Or like if the terminal person isn't used to their new monster buddy yet and they switch to someone being followed by a red dot and momentarily they panic and try to walkie in "TURN AROUND!!!" And then they check the helmet camera and it's just that person turning around and looking at the friendly Bracken, who then waves awkwardly or rustles uncomfortably a little, and then back through the walkie "oh that's just our Bracken <3"

(More under the cut)

Or like, if you do get a monster hooked up to the terminal and end up able to track it, I expect most scrap teams would let the monster go off on its own cuz if it's something like a Bracken or Coil or something like that they expect it to be tough enough to scrap collect on its own safely, but like imagine switching to it on the terminal and seeing not just it's red dot, but another one nearby. Like. You know??? Cuz what if, hear me out, the friendly red dot is sitting still, what if they're staring at a coil head? What if they're trying to not be spotted by a nutcracker (cuz those things kill anything <3 I think LOL)? Or, dare I be angsty, what if they're hurt? Alternatively what if like a loot bug found them and went "woah what a funny thing that's gonna be the centerpiece of my hoard" or what if a spore lizard found them and using cat theory was like "this thing is ignoring me... I trust it. My friend now, I'm staying with it" Or like your team's Masked running other Masked and they have a little funny guy party

Or, another fun idea, what if you switch to your monster buddy on the terminal and see a blue dot with them, so you assume all is well and you switch to the next teammate, and the next after a while, and back to the last one, and you get confused cuz monster Buddy isn't there, so you switch back to them and now there's another/more blue dots, and it sets in there's another team. Imagine radioing to your team "guys there's another team, and they're staring at our coil, you gotta go save him" or what if your Buddy is one of the simpler monsters like a Snare Flea, Loot Bug, or Spore Lizard and you guys have to genuinely go fight those people off so they don't hurt your baby???

Two bonus ideas just posited by Rend: what if the monster teammate isn't moving or doing anything about the other team because they ALSO have a monster teammate with them? What if, in their panic, your terminal person doesn't notice one of the moving blue dots is a little duller and the other team is essentially talking to your boy like "omg friendly Bracken!!! We have a friendly Masked, wanna join our team?" and your Bracken's just sitting there trying to figure out how to express it's taken, OR what if the other team DOESNT know they have a monster with them, I'm thinking like Maskeds who have their mask on under their helmet, Bracken's pretending to be employees, loot bugs in a trench coat /ref

Okay Rend's other idea, because he's full of himself /lov, was what if your monster teammate is a Nutcracker, and you're watching it essentially open up, look around, close, continue walking, and then the blue dots move. And slowly you notice they're getting closer, and you notice on the camera one of them has a shovel, and you have to walkie to your buddies they need to go save your semi indestructible protector who split off to hunt down a spider that caused some trouble

Ough the terminal just offers so many fun ideas for monster and crew collaborative teams my mind is buzzing /pos

[gluttonygirls]

devouring-hive Hoard.

You do your best to try and take slow, sneaking steps through the dark of the cave. Feet landing among coins and precious gems, you feel them shift around your tubby toes as you continued to creep along, heading towards the cave entrance.

When you had been caught by a dragon during your adventures, you thought that was the end of it all. Yet, rather than being destroyed for your trespassing, the enormous beast had seemed overjoyed to finally have a "pet", just like the rest of it's kind. It had happily declared that you were to be the centerpiece of its hoard, and flaunted as the best human in the world.

...Though, you were so small. How would the other members of its kind react to such a puny thing? They'd captured much grander mortals, and humans were so tiny.

And so it had made you eat. Time and again, it would swoop down into the cavern with food in its clutches. More confections than a bakery, more meat than a slaughterhouse, more of a feast than fit for an entire village. Each time, the request was the same.

"Eat or be eaten."

And so you did, tearing off chunks to stuff past your lips, gulping it all down to please your draconic master. It only took a few nights of this treatment, spending every waking moment feasting, for the effects to become obvious.

Your legs thickened up, once the athletic limbs of an adventurer growing thick and cumbersome. Calves grown thicker than your shoulders, with thighs so huge and heavy that they swelled over your knees, pillars of fat that could clog a doorway each. Your hips were just as massive, swelling out to the sides farther than you could spread your arms, with an ass that could have crushed a carriage.

All that food rested in a stomach as big as a hill, a mound of fat that washed over your legs, hanging low enough to brush your shins as it flooded the table ahead of you. Tits the size of the watermelons you ate wobbled with every motion, bust shaking enough to give you the keen sensation of your neck flab jiggling.

Even your arms were huge, biceps slapping against your side rolls whenever you moved them. Thick fingers pushed against your lips, cramming in more food each night, only making you larger. Soon you were dressed in nothing but rags, and even then they could sometimes pinch around your bloated frame.

But that was in the past. Right now, you had a chance to escape, and chance to be free. Smiling wide, happy that the suns rays were about to touch you for the first time in weeks, you-

An enormous, clawed hand emerged from the coins around you, scooping you up. Dangling in their grip like a doughball as the cavern floor zoomed away, you were bounced in the scaly palm until you were facing the ceiling. Peering down at you was a reptilian eye.

"Hmm? Is my pet running? Or are you so hungry for more that you were going to go hunt for more?"

Blinking back tears, you give a shaky nod. Of course you just wanted more, you'd never think of leaving!

The dragon's lips curl into a lizard's grin as it brings you back towards your table. Another breakfast was there, waiting for you. The first of many, many, many more meals today.

[officially-other]

Finally posting my altar/hoard of trinkets and crystals.

Obligatory disclaimer: You don't need trinkets to be valid as a witch or otherkin. These are just things that bring ME joy. I am gushing about them because I enjoy it, and I don't promote the idea that any of this is necessary. It's just a fun bonus. Consider this a little show and tell post.

In order:

- Recent sea flavored stuff, my personal section of my altar dedicated to self-love. (Angled it so the octopus isn't visible bc... I don't want to jumpscare people + not sure if Tumblr would appreciate it.)

- My tarot/Oracle decks (the boxes in the back are just boxes. Cards are one of the things I work with most as a witch! Also don't ask me why Loki's has a bottle cap on it instead of a crystal. They wanted it there, idk man.)

- Black tourmaline, my beloved

- Crystal hoard + Aphrodite's altar in the background lol

- Aphrodite's shell heart because it's so fucking pretty

- My familiar's blue apatite! It looks like dragon scales :D I got one for myself and then they nudged me towards that one so I got two.

- Hades' and Persephone's section of my altar. (and the centerpieces of my altar, a crystal tree + black kyanite which is intensely grounding and I fucking love it + a tree agate sphere to represent the earth)

- Loki's and Apollo's section (Yes, that is Dr. pepper in a condiment container. It's my most regular offering for Loki XD they like the Mt. Dew better tho. Also Apollo's section is just vaguely cute, idk why he just likes it like that. Ignore the leftover spellwork he wanted to help so it's sitting there.)

- The Snake BoxTM is an offering box. It usually has candy in it for Loki. Also the snake box is one of my favorite things I own.

- Vivianite! This deserved its own picture because it's one of my prized possessions. DEATH MENTION TW HERE. It can grow on corpses- human included- in the right conditions! It's not common and I highly doubt that my piece did, lol, BUT I still associate it with death-y energies and wanted it for future work with Hades and Persephone.

[whateverdontatme]

Definitely a wip but since the end of last summer | There's no need to hoard it | I just didn't want to ruin it

Floral centerpiece in a ruin in a backyard | Views from the dinner table | I'm going back to my original idea | The orange rug

I so so so need to up my quality game

[thegnomelord]

Simon Ghost Riley

CW: SFW, GN reader

You're a tactile thing.

You're not satisfied with the occasional thickly veiled words of endearment Simon throws your way like scraps off his plate. You shouldn't be expected to be satisfied by the rare phantom brush of his gloved fingers against yours or his hand on your nape when you two are hidden in the far back corner of the changing room. You shouldn't be expected to have a partner who can never commit to the smallest crumb of tenderness (bloody fool), ready to shrug off your hand and brush past you at the barest creak outside the door, dozens of well rehearsed denials worming through his tongue; there's nothing between you two at all.

You're a tactile thing. Or perhaps you just lack that 'in' before the 'human' part of you.

He knows you want more — deserve more. Simon sees how your eyes wander to the passing couples while you two only pretend to be one for a mission, your fingers twitching with the restrained urge to replicate them. And when you do touch him to keep up the act, you don't have to force yourself to do it. Whether it is holding his hand like the couple passing you, or kissing him as tenderly as the two girls kiss on the corner, everything comes so naturally to you that it leaves him torn. One part wants to reach out, grasp you like the lifeline that you are. The other wants to pull away even more so you wizen up and leave him for someone better.

But you never do.

He can see it every time he looks into your eyes, every time you see him off to another mission and every time you greet him with a steady shoulder to hold his exhausted body up — the care. The affection. The need to hold. To kiss. To spell out with your fingers across his skin what otherwise falls on deaf ears.

You could do it so easily too; he has so many scars, he's sure your clever mind could find meaningful shapes in the static of pain etched into his skin. Shit, the half dead nerves in his skin tingle just from the fantasy of your tough, wondering if your fingertips would trace the upside down 'L' curving under his peck, the 'O' left by the meat hook, the shallow 'V' at the corner of his lip where the Glasgow smile starts, the scratchy 'E's all across his back made up of flogging scars.

You're a tactile thing. And you make Simon crave to be one too.

You make him earn for more than a quick fuck — that's the closest you two ever get to a real connection, bloody fervent and raw just like him. Simon wishes he could call it something else, but crowning that desperate clawing for release as 'making love' leaves him feeling sick to his stomach. There's no love in the act — not from him — just a frantic rutting of hips and a bruising hold, eyes shut and biting into the meat of your shoulder to chase away any softness you might try to bring in.

Ironic when it's his tongue that burns with three painfully simple words: I love you.

The inevitable release feels like like a punishment, like he's back in that dingy cell, orgasm torn out of him like Prometheus's liver. It makes his teeth dig deeper until warm blood fills his mouth and fizzles out the words he wants to say. He disentangles from you the moment he can feel his limbs again, putting only a few inches of space between you two but the empty area created feels as deep and wide as a canyon.

He lays there next to you, mind a low buzz of static. His own flesh doesn't know what it wants. One part wishes to pull you close and hold you tight until he grows moss, to remember what it's like to be held without it coming with dozens of strings attached. The other desperately claws to get away before yours becomes the next jaw he has to use to bash his way out of yet another coffin.

He can't bring himself to do either.

He lays like a statue next to you. A minute passes. Then two.

He can feel your eyes on his chest, your gaze burns his skin as you watch the slow rise and fall. The clock on the wall ticks along the many moments he takes to decide what to do, what action will pull him out of stagnation while your heat is right there next to him. He wonders, briefly, if this was Adam's true temptation, the fruit just a formality at best.

It's by the five minute mark that he thinks he's tricked you into thinking he's asleep, his theory confirmed when your fingers experimentally brush his bicep. You always become a little more touchy when you think he's asleep, when he doesn't have to prove to bygone ghosts that he's emotionless.

He's practiced this many times before with spare pillows and your clothes arranged in his best facsimile of you, your lingering smell on the fabric keeping the thoughts of 'this is stupid' and 'you're pathetic' from becoming too loud. But suddenly trying to put it into action has his pulse skyrocketing.

He breathes in deep like he's tired to try and calm his nerves. You retract your fingers like his skin is iron hot, afraid of 'waking' him, and he mourns the loss. He mumbles some slurred words he hopes you'll take as sleep talking, muscles tensing before he rolls over like a sleeping bear. He tries to make it as believable as he can, but his main priority is draping as much of himself over you as possible .

His first attempt is better than expected. Honestly it's perfect. His front almost perfectly aligned with yours, skin to skin so there's nothing to hide yet his masked head still ends up the crook of your shoulder. You two are chest to chest. He remembers why he doesn't do this when you both can feel his heart beating far too clearly.

He prays you can't tell how his heart beats for you and you alone.

You stay stock still under him, waiting, waiting, waiting, and when he shows no sign's of 'waking up' you relax under him. Your chest shakes with a shaky breath, you never believed you'd get this far, and ever so slowly your fingers curl around his hand that had so perfectly ended up over yours. He struggles not to smile when you squeeze his hand, just a little pressure in an attempt to see how far you can push without cutting this dream short.

The sweat on your body feels cool against his skin and it leaves him shivering. It gets you to carefully pull the sheets up over you two before slowly wrapping your arm around his firm waist, fingers experimentally trailing up and down the length of his spine. It's so hard to keep his breathing normal when you press your thumb into a tangled knot of muscle near his pelvis, the one that had been bothering him for a while now. He can't help the way his back arches under the tender care of your fingers, breath stuttering as he tangles his fingers between your own so neither one can pull away and squeezes your hand, biting his balaclava in an attempt to keep himself silent.

He thinks you're aware of his deceit, you hate to be with how you lazily seek out each little painful knot along his spine, caressing each vertebra when you pass it, fingers reverently tracing his scars without an ounce of pity or disgust. But you don't draw attention to it either, face angled to look straight at the peeling paint on the ceiling so you don't somehow meet his gaze and ruin this for the both of you.

His body feels like kinetic sand and his mind is filled with low tv static, so he doesn't think when he nuzzles his nose into your neck. It's a small and timid move, easy to miss or misconstrue as just movement in his 'sleep', but to him it feels like a massive leap in. . . some kind of direction. He doesn't want to think about it now, can't think about it when the smell of you curls so nicely in his nose; like a drug he wouldn't mind getting addicted to.

He feels you move your head enough to press your lips to his temple, the heat of your skin palpable through the fabric. He shudders, eyes shut tight like he's a little kid again, sharp tears burning his eyes when you whisper in his ear how you love him, as you touch and caress his battered body to show you love him, as you kiss his temple so tenderly it hurts.

God, Simon has never wanted to do something as much as he wants to return your affection now. Even the worms and maggots crawling beneath his fingertips urge him to do it. . . but he just can't.

He's not ready for that yet, it feels too fast, too soon, his chest feels so jam-packed with feathers that his ribs will shatter if he even tries to open his mouth. So for the moment he lets himself enjoy the comfort of your hold, the press of your lips against his head, the slow glide of your fingers and the easy happy beating of your heart.

You can call him unhappy (miserable, utterly broken) but for this single moment in time he feels alive.

[hoodie-prince-kid]

Lazy map of Excaliland, putting it in my tag for future reference. Under the cut is explanations of each park's area. This map is subject to change over time. There are also things like carnival game stalls, restaurants, and gift shops placed throughout the park that are unmarked on this map.

Entrance: Overhead, the voice of an old wizard can be heard welcoming guests to Excaliland. This is the voice of the Magical Entertainment ReLay INformant, or MERLIN. MERLIN can be heard all throughout the park in the forms of announcements, advertisements, and even narration of certain attractions. MERLIN is also the park's internal announcement system, the agent responsible for delivering notifications between park employees.

Main shop/help desk/security office: While there are several small gift shops and places to eat around the park, the only one in a permanent building is directly to the left of the park's entrance. This building doubles as help desk for inquiries about things like season passes, lost and found, and disability accommodation. The building also houses the main security office; it's fitting that the General of the park's toy army (which are scattered about the park like sentries) stands proudly on a balcony above the building's entrance.

Kid area (working name: Block Castle): A safe place for kiddos under 10 to play and explore. It's a relatively small area that features a playground, and is home to three of the park's mascots- Springy the Jester (a marionette run by mechanical arms), Teddy the Bear (a friendly-looking huggable statue), and a currently unnamed ragdoll that sits happily inside a glass display case and sings nursery rhymes on the hour.

The King's Horses: Featuring a colorful variety of horses, the park's carousel is one of its two rideable attractions. If you look carefully, you can find a plaque featuring the horses' names; there are 20 horses total.

Excalibur display: The centerpiece of the park is a once-majestic display of the legendary sword in the stone, Excalibur. Resting atop a stage made of cobble within mock-up castle ruins, guests who pay extra or have season passes can have a try at pulling the sword from the stone. There is a plaque explaining the sword's history in reference to the park, as well as large map of the park. The sword can be seen directly from the entrance.

Dragon's Hoard: Join your fellow knights on an exciting quest to defeat the dragon and steal back the crown! A dark roller coaster narrated by MERLIN, Dragon's Hoard takes guests through a dark cave home to an animatronic dragon with real pyrotechnics. Unfortunately, the attraction breaks down quite often, thanks to the ride's age. The park employees have lovingly nicknamed the dragon Josephine.

Round Table: A walk-through attraction following the story of King Arthur and his three knights Lancelot, Gawain, and Percival on their quest to defeat the wicked wizard Mordread. Consisting mainly of murals and once again narrated by MERLIN, the Round Table features a broken animatronic Mordread that now functions as a statue and a display of Arthur and his knights standing in triumph as their quest comes to an end, as well as vocal appearances from the characters.

Lady of the Lake: A mystical water show starring an animatronic Queen Guinevere as the Lady of the Lake (yes, I know that's wrong). A tale of Camelot's origins narrated by Lady Guinevere herself, the show's waterworks are not as impressive as they once were, but the animatronic is still mostly in working order. There is a sign asking guests not to throw coins in the fountain, but it's apparent upon looking in that no one listens.

Maintenance/storage: Disguised as a small tower, the park storage isn't much to look at, but younger guests are often told by park employees it's a dungeon for those who get too curious and fall out of line.

[mysdrymmumbles]

Fallen Flight - A Prologue of Sorts

Idryxia was conceived and hatched in Outland. From when she was in her egg, however, the dragons around her had told her stories of Azeroth. They had told her of the world they had been sworn to protect, of the Earth Warder and his sacred duty.

And they had not been able to keep from her that they had failed. The world she was born into was not her own, and it had filled her with a deepest sense of loss, something her tiny whelpling mind had not been able to grapple with well.

As the dragons fretted over what to do with the listless whelp who wanted nothing more than to go to the one place she could never set foot—there was a madness waiting for her there, after all—Sabellian had come to her one day with an offering.

It fit in the palm of his hand.

“This is a piece of Azeroth,” he had said softly as he offered his trinket to the little whelp.

He had left it with Idryxia when she hadn’t responded, moved to talk with Osoria and the others about what future their flight could have if their whelps could be so homesick for a world they were drawn to so intrinsically, despite never having known it.

While the dragons and drakes spoke of uncertain futures, Idryxia’s curiosity had gotten the best of her, and she had gone to inspect her gift.

It was all odd angles. The stone was gray, smooth. When she picked it up and inspected it closely, turning it in small hands, she could see where the minerals had formed the faintest of striations, darker and lighter stripes through the dense stone.

A piece of Azeroth.

Her piece of Azeroth.

Hers to safeguard.

It became a game for the older members of her flight. Who could find Idri a new piece of home?

Fragments of their world were hard to come by, but occasionally Evorian or Fyranian would show up with a new stone to keep hers company, another piece of home. Baskilan was the one to suggest that someday she might be able to return them to their rightful world.

While he had been chastised for putting the idea in her head, Idryxia had loved it. She had taken it upon herself to be even more protective of her growing hoard of stones, to see to it that one day they would be reunited.

One day, when there was a way to avoid the whispers that brought madness.

Idryxia delighted in each new present she received, memorizing their shapes and their colors, the way the minerals might glitter if held at just the right angle. She arranged them in patterns, her first stone always the centerpiece, the heart of it all.

When she was old enough to be bolder than she should, she took to sneaking to the nearby mortal settlements. She would bring small things to trade for any stones they might have from travelers passing through.

Most of the time, she came back empty handed.

But every now and then, some adventurer would pass through, and they would need to empty their bags at the outpost. And sometimes, they foolishly parted with the greatest of treasures.

One of the druids at the nearby outpost took to holding on to any rocks left by adventurers, to dutifully presenting her with an assortment of stone to choose from whenever she came by.

Most of it was scraps from Outland, gathered while mining, but every now and then she’d find a true gem.

Stones, rough or heavy or dense, comprised most of her collection. She had a few scraps of ore, thorium and iron, a sliver of truesilver. All of it was welcome, all of it was loved.

All of it was Azeroth.

When that call came, the call of the Dragon Isles, the first thing Idryxia did was carefully pack her hoard. Almost forty rocks in all, none bigger than the palm of Sabellian’s hand. She had had them all ready for travel when it had dawned on her that there would be no travel.

After all, madness waited for them, if they crossed through that portal.

Didn’t it?

[dailyrandomwriter]

Day 183

It started with an idea, a dream, a memory, an image… a thought. A thought that was spawned by daily living and would itch with desire to make it exist on paper. A part of me had decided this would make a good page to create.

This time, it was a phrase that bubbled up a few days prior when there was no snow on the ground despite being more than half way through January.

“Can you wish for Spring, when there’s hardly a Winter?”

My brain thought of a window before it thought of flowers or snowflakes. I don’t know if there was an actual reason why a window was the centerpiece I wanted. If there had been some hidden meaning that I simply forgot, or it was just a wish to use those window stickers I found. But the window decided which journal would be used. The larger, paperback one with autumn themed print on the cover would provide enough space.

(Spoiler, it wasn’t big enough to have everything I wanted.)

The next 10-15 minutes was spent in a content cycle of looking for the tapes and stickers that would go along with my idea. This meant opening all the drawers, rummaging through the packets and boxes of stickers and shuffling through my collection like the hoarding gremlin I am. I’m pretty sure, the brand of washi tape I brought as a large bundle from Amazon is Dizdkizd, which… while they make great stickers, I’m not as thrilled by most of their washi designs? I also discovered that I didn’t have any thin flower washi tape designs from that set?

(Which reminds me, I have thoughts about buying washi tape off of Amazon.)

In the end, I settled on a nice snowflake and cherry blossom tape, and then decided to lean into both those themes heavily. Though, this might have been an excuse to use the snowflake stickers I found, because it’s very hard to find plain, pretty snowflake stickers meant for a page and not your nails.

With all the pieces out, the writing could begin. A lot of eraser bits were lost in the writing of the phrase, because the shape of the letters had to be just right. I wanted to use the super shiny brush pens, but they smudge if you erase the pencil afterwards. So now was the chance to get them right before the ink will hide the lead.

Then finally, finally it was just putting everything together. This is the sort of relaxing act that can be done with music or a show running in the background. There is a deep satisfaction of creating the finished design. Even if it never quite turns out exactly what you imagined it.

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