#I feel like I made no progress imma cry

[yakultii]

just spent 5 hours doing what

[icarusredwings]

"Shh... shh It's alright.."

Logan's eyes flutter open, hearing the raspy voice. Like he's been crying. Sitting up, he watches as his husband was once again in the corner of their bedroom, rocking and patting his babydoll, sitting next to her wooden crib that Shop Class had made for him, Fordge's great niece Cherri to be exact. Sweet kid. Wade ruffled up her ears every morning, despite her groans to stop, she would giggle and become upset if he didn't.

God those kids loved him.. but it seemed recently this specifc kid, Their plastic kid at that- had his attention most evening's.

"Wade..?" He whispers, but he's ignored. This isn't uncommon. Usually, during these episodes, it was best to let him go. To let him rock the baby until she 'stopped crying' or until HE stopped crying.

"Yeah, I know sometimes things might not always make sense to you right now. But hey, what daddy always tell you? Straighten up, little soldier. Stiffen up that upper lip. What’chu crying about? You got me.. daddy won't let no one hurt'cha... Promise" He whispers, giving their daughter a small kiss on the scalp, holding her so gently and yet so firm, afraid of hurting her by squeezing and or dropping her.

The way he sat cross legged and stared at their daughter, Logan could almost see his cogs turning.

Was that so hard for his own father to do? To protect him? Not hurt him? Love him?

"Shhh... shhh..Now, hush little baby don’t you cry everythings gonna be alright. Stiffen that upper lip up little lady I told ya, Daddy’s here to hold ya through the night."

Was that... Eminem??...

Of course Wade of all people would since Eminem to his infant...

He whispers, rocking back and forth with closed eyes, holding her tightly, patting her as he went on.

"I know mommy’s not here right now, and we don’t know why. We feel how we feel inside. I might seem a little crazy, pretty baby, but I promise mama's gon' be alright."

Look- Logan was old. But he wasn't that old. Wade had changed the lyrics. Just slightly enough to still match beat, but it meant so much, telling the baby doll that her 'feelings' mattered even if irrational, telling her that he was insane, and promising her everything was going to be alright.

You may not think so, but this was progress. Moments like these were looked down upon, and while people might not realize it, this sort of play IS a form of regression and was just as good as a coping mechanism as him playing with horses was, the only difference was he was playing with dolls. By comforting Evelyn, he was sootheing himself. It was much easier to tell someone else it was okay rather then yourself.

He was tricking his brain. Subconsciously forcing himself to believe things would be fine. The only part that he wasn't sure of was 'Evelyn's' need for a mommy. Was this Wade missing his own mother.. or was this missing Vanessa and what they could have had? V was still around. They saw her once a week at the very least. Still went on dates, Still hung out afterward (if you get my drift) The only thing really different was that the 'baby machine' was no longer in business. Having shut down a while ago. She had (at least- if Logan understood correctly) Had a partial hysterectomy so her painful periods would stop.

"And daddy’s gonna buy you a mocking bird. Imma give you the world, I’ma buy a diamond ring for you. Imma sing for you, I’ll do anything for you to see you smile." He sang quietly, giving her sweet hugs, soft kisses, and the patting became lighter, more off beat and calm.

It wasn't that Wade would be a "Bad" father but he could barley take care of himself. Anyone who knew him- actually knew him- knows Wade wouldn't ever be able to hurt a baby. Not on purpose anyway, but with how his mind was, it wasn't a good idea. Kids? Sure. A baby? No.. And it's not like Ness didn't talk to him about it beforehand, letting him know that she was keeping her eggs but they would never be able to have a baby unless someone agreed to be a surrogate. He wasn't mad. No, not at all. He understood perfectly.... a bit too perfectly.

Logan, being the person who he is though, could smell him crying in the shower later that day. He couldn't imagine being in those shoes.. to be told the person you were planning on having little kits with- Er I mean kids with- wouldn't be able to carry them anymore.

"And if that mockingbird don’t sing and the ring don’t shine, Imma break that birdies neck! I’ll go back to the jeweler who sold it to ya and make him eat every karat, dont fuck with dad.. hah....you like that? Yeah?... Daddy's little psycho.." He smiles, seeming to have finally 'calmed' Evelyn enough for her to stop 'crying'.

Deep down, Evelyn scared him. Wade behaved as if she truly was telling him things at times. At first, he thought it was just his own voices playing tricks on him. And then he thought it was lingering elements of a bad dream, a random little girls voice running through a nightmare.

Wade went into detail about each dream, talking about it for days afterward, describing how his darling girl was reaching out for him, calling for her daddy with open arms. From the sounds of it, she wasn't an infant, though. Fluxuating ages but the ones where she begs him not to leave well... leaves him like this. In shambles, crying on the floor at 2 in the morning.

"You comin' to bed, papa bear?" He teases.

Glancing up, Wade sighs, the kind of relief in which he could finally lay Eve back in her cradle, giving it a good push before coming to crawl under the sheets. "Comin' mama bear."

[crushedsweets]

How did you start your au? Did you make the sites and add little bits as you went or just info dumped onto a page one day after daydreaming it all😂

Ok short answer: I added bits and pieces as I went over the last year, usually in response to anons asking questions!

Long answer: this is actually a kind of funny progression (to me) so imma talk about the last 5 years

When I was 14 I got back into CRP after a 4 yr break . Immediately started writing a Toby x reader. The plot was basically reader is getting haunted(inspired by middle school OCS), slenderman makes Proxies deal with paranormal, Toby targeted her.. never even got romantic he was just stalking and she was crying💀 BUT THAT BECAME THE BASE FOR WHAT SLENDY DOES IN MY CURRENT AU!!! That fic even had Jane and Sally being mother-daughter figures!!

Then I stopped doing the fic until I was 18 and found it again and reread it all and was like omfg I miss them. So I started drawing the characters more often and making stories in my head on how they met, all surrounding slendy stopping paranormal stuff.

Then I made my tumblr blog June 2023!!! I started getting asks about my headcanons, so I’d just create the answer on the spot. Then my anons would ask about random stuff I mentioned in my rambles (species, maps, housing, relationships, how slendy worked, etc) which forced me to do a lot of world building that I decided to shove onto my website July/August 2023!

A lot of it is me daydreaming my AU, but legitimately it’s mostly built cuz my anons had hella questions and I am endlessly grateful for them being interested enough to force me to figure details out 💀 i feel so bad how many anons I neglect now LOL I’m a bit overwhelmed

My plan back in 2023 august was to make a visual novel to share my entire AU in story formst, but… evidently I didn’t…

Also off topic but I think it’s funny how Bonnie kinda derived from my middle school OCs and the reader of that old 2018 fic and the MC of the visual novel I was planning 💀 that bitch was floating around in concept for yeaaarsss…

[atopvisenyashill]

I am wired to develop hatred against any character the author doesn't only favour but tries to shove down our throats, which is why I will always hate Daemon, Tyrion, Bloodraven (Blackwoods in general). It helps that all these are despicable men with very little redeeming qualities. Then there is Arya who as a whole is a hero, despite her progressively darker nature, but I don't hate her because she is a child, I just don't give two fucks about her.

i get it but also EYE am a fantasy enjoyer i like the weird tomboy who identifies as both a wolf and a girl who has wolf dreams where she guards her mother’s bloated and decaying body from being nibbled on until the magic fire zombie nearby can come and kiss her mother awake! like, yes i DO like that benjicot blackwood with the fun sigil and the cool pagan religion experiences being responsible for death for the first time and rises to the occasion even as he’s continuously hysterically crying over all the death he himself has a hand in, to the point that he keeps the bones of a man he loved from that man’s brother for years because he can’t let go of the terror he had a hand in.

like i definitely get you, we all know i have bitched about tyrion being overwritten ie just relying too much on his pov to move the plot along so the scenes can get repetitive (how many scenes do we need of him and shae fucking and feeling weird afterwards) or how some of arya’s time at harrenhal drags a lil bit but imma be honest i don’t quite understand when people are like “he made this character too cool so i’m gonna spite hate them” like everyone’s so mad about how there’s no way we should know what dialogue was exchanged before daemon and aemond died and meanwhile i’m over here rambling on the phone to my cousin like “and then daemon did a sick backflip offa caraxes’ neck and had his sword angled Perfectly to get aemond right through his good eye it was awesome” aksjdjd I like to laugh at how obvious his favorites are but it’s HIS story i think it’s ultimately fine if he thinks tyrion is cool as fuck or wants to give me like 5 chapters in a row where arya is just chillin in braavos, if it bothers me i put my audio on 2x speed 😎

[bababaka]

Welcome back. To part 2, things i don't like and would change in red queen :)

Part 1 is here

The topic is: the pairings.

Imma just ripp the band aid off.

Shade and Farley

Evangeline and Elane

Cal and Kilorn

Mare and Maven

Now to explaining things.

First let's start with the cannon ones.

Shade. My boy Shade. To be quite honest. I did not want him with Farley. But it is mostly because we don't know much about them, which makes sense. Since we are seeing things through Mare and she is very self centered. But meh. Idk. Don't have a strong opinion of them.

Now. Evangeline and Elane. I could make another part about how Evangeline was shaping to be my fav characterer but the author just botched her(from the beginning mind you!). Uh. So unfair my love. Look. My only complain about these two is: it got a bit anoying. At first, everytime Evangeline metioned Elane i just got so hyped. Then, as things progressed i was hoping Evangeline would stop talking about this woman. Dear god. Like it got too much and it wasn't anything too relevant. Yes. We know you love her, Evangeline. Stop it. It just felt like this relationship was Evangeline's whole characterer with a daddy and mommy issues sprinkled there. And Elane was barely a character, we got to know SO LITTLE about her. Look. I can delve more into this later, when talking about how evangeline had so much potential but it never got to see the light of the page.

Now to the juicy pairings!!!

Cal and Kilorn

Maven and Mare

Lets start from the beginning.

Mare shoudn't have had those 3 boys lusting after her. She is so annoying.

Kilorn and Mare should've gone in any of those ways

Sibling kinda relationship. All the way. Always. They ALWAYS treat the other as a sibling!

Ooor, maybe, it could be "i love you, but not in this way. And i wish i did". As their romantic relatioship progress with the Calore, they go to each other more and more. After confort. And as they are held by the other, a single thought comes to their mind. "I wish it was you."

Tbh this seems like a soulmates au kinda prompt. A great one. A sad oneshot. Hmmm. Beautiful.

Mare and Maven.

With those two, i want something sickening, sordid, visceous. They are so obssessed with each other. Even though they shouldn't be.

Mare is the propaganda girl of the red army (or whatever, i don't remember the name in english), her ideals, her goals, all of it is a threath to Maven's. And vice versa. And yet...

They are bad for each other and yet.

Maven's feelings for Mare couldn't be erased by his mother.

Mare's was something that grew on her. First as love for that boy she used to know and then as hatred for the monster she later meets.

But this, the monster inside him, the emptyness of it all, just called to her. Made something horrendus, crawling, red inferno, disgusting and viscous like blood.

The anger she felt. The monster inside her had his name. And the beast inside him had hers.

Have no doubt, these two are toxic as hell. They hurt each other.

They are violent. They are loving. They are crazy. They are in love. They are obssessed.

I don't know if those two would fit in the same books as the others, because their tone is pretty dark. But maybe in amidst the series, (perphaps the third book?) they'd get a sole book narrated only by them.

the thing is, Maven is already on dark side. Mare just has to surrender herself to it.

But at the end, she would kill him. It matters not if she is dark or in love with Maven. She is loyal to her cause.

It would be such a wonderful scene. It maybe could be narrated by Maven.

"At the end, as the air leaves him, his vision was only Mare, droplets of tears falling into him, that he could not feel anymore. All he felt was her hands. Calloused.

It felt like a lovers embrace. Lulling him to sleep."

I don't know. But something along those lines. And aaaaah, me would cry and weep and moan and kakfkdnckdnd this would be a gem.

And then we would have our babyboy Kilorn and Cal.

Kilorn is a true red. And yes i did worded it in a bad way. I mean it in "he has no powers" and "he is part of the opressed".

I think Kilorn would help Cal understand, truly, how the reds suffer. How they are abused and scorned just for being considered lesser than. How afraid they are. How being powerless in this world can be daunting and make you feel hopeless in a cruel world where silvers consider and act as gods. And with their powers, they might as well be to the reds.

"'Do you think of yourself as a god, Tiberias?'

The question startles Cal at same time it enrages him. Of course not! But before he can say another word, Kilorn turns his attention to the people in front of him. Confused. Scared. Woeful. Mournful.

"I only see a scared boy. A flawed person. Who bleeds. Who yearns and dream. We are not that different."

Everything Cal did was for Mare. Kinda cute. But not really. I'd like if he truly changed his views. Saw how HIS people suffered. All through Kilorn's pov and doubts and fears.

Also Kilorn is a man of the sea. Of the nature. He would bring the taste of freedom to Cal. And that could be such a good paralel to Evangeline. While she had a taste of what could be and didn't want go back, wouldn't go back. Cal saw what could be, free. Without weight, expectations. And even then, he just couldn't let go of his past. Of his father. Of his legacy.

"It is everything i have left."

Maybe, they could even have a cute little scene in the sea learning how to fish. And getting over Cal's fear of the "ocean".

Cal would show to Kilorn that not all Silvers are bad. He is good right?? Thats gotta count for something!

He would try to assuage Kilorn's hatred for the silvers. For a while, it would work.

At the end, when Cal makes a tough choice, Kilorn is there, trying to stop him.

"Show me! You told me not all silvers are bad, then show me. Don't do it, Cal. Please."

Or to be a little more fitting to Kilorn he just storms out.

"He should've known. All damn Silvers are the same.

Breath in, breath out.

He doesn't look at Cal's face. Nor Mare's, Shade's or Farley's. He just storms out of the room.

He doen't know where he is going. That doesn't stop him.

Breath in, breath out.

He keeps going. And going. And going. And going.

BREATH IN, BREATH- DAMN IT!

He shouts to the heavens. All the rage and pain.

And heartbreak.

Damn it all. Why is his chest hurting so much?

Damn you, Cal.

He only noticed he is in the florest when he see the grass beneath him getting soaked by his tears."

Tbh, i actually want them to have a happy ending.

Cal and Mare? I think they would have a relationship much like Mare had with Farley. We are fighting together. You are dating someone i care for. That's it. Maybe could've delved a bit more, like "yaaaay bffs" but nah, dont think so. Tbh, i just don't wanna think about them. But yeah. Maybe friends. But not too close.

Next topic: how i hate how strong Mare is and how my baby Evangeline was wronged.

And it is here :)

[ofbetterbodies]

live commentary w timestamps below the cut:

13:15

Kat reading the bell jar then being asked by her father if she made anyone cry today... i get her

14:21

Inside of me are two wolves.... Kat and Bianca

17:45

Dating someone like me (insane swiftie) is quite literally like dating: extreme edition

19:03

Michael being in focus and Patrick being in the background but not in focus while he's being talked about >>>>

got tired of doing the time stamp thing so I'm going to just make a note of the time of the movie every 15 mins or so

lmaooo both Patrick and Kat being like I AM SCARY 👹 GO AWAY!!! Meanwhile they're both the softest softies

just realized I look like Joey but a girl 😭

UGH THE CAMERA WORK FROM THE GOLFERS TO THE FOOTBALL FIELD

THE WAY HEATH SAYS NOT MY PROBLEM 😭🫶🏻

Patrick and Kat are both smart as fuck I love them together god bless

THEIR FIGHTING AND BANTER AND JSUT FHDJDJDNN THEYRE SOOO

Joseph Gordon levitt is so baby in this

00:25:00

not to get #personal but my older sister is so Bianca with Kat's aesthetic and demeanor but she's older than me which explains so much of our relationship

bianca - "definite potential" so lizziecore

Imma be fr I also like being adored

I do love how it's sooo obvious that Patrick genuinely liked Kat but was terrified of her 😭

Joey and Kat's cars being similar in color and size but completely different in style as a character note >>>

PATRICK LAUGHING AT KAT LMAOOOOO

kat's Mary Janes are SOOO beautiful I want them in pink

Kat talking to her dad like that such a kinnie moment tbh

The holographic rainbow sticker inside Patrick's locker is like his whole character

Love the makeup on Bianca and Joey being similar perhaps to convey the similarities in their vapidness (as of now in the narrative on Bianca's part)

00:33:00

Cameron and Bianca's intel operation snooping through Kat's room💀

"A girls room in very personal" tight shot on Bianca

Cut to: Kat's room which they have torn apart 😭

I get Kat for her thing against smokers imma be fr

you're telling me I'm NOT a pretty guy?

angry girl music of the pop persuasion is my personal MO

KAT GO DANCEY DANCE!!!

Don't have the words to describe it but I love how this sequence of Patrick seeing Kat dancing is done like it's so soft (his little smile and sharp intake of breath like damn!)

I'm like I think heath ledger's performance as Patrick Verona is a perfectly executed character and they're like partial credit

Julia Stiles' reaction to seeing Heath's character is soooooooo good

Girl who is an actress: I love acting

Me to me: why can't you be normal

"To distract themselves from the emptiness of their meaningless consumer driven lives" speak on it queen

Kat vs Bianca's outfitsssss sistersssss dichotomyyyyyy

00:40:00

THE EMPATHY BELLY 😭 my parents made me watch this scene in 5th grade to make sure I knew the weight of my decisions

Heath's delivery of "9:30, right?" My heart ❣️

Cameron or Patrick levels of down bad or we're not talking

THIS PARTY SHOT!!!

Every time I watch this movie i forget Bogey was having a small casual get together (having a few people over from cxgf) and the kids from school kind of just took over his house 😭 he didn't throw a crazy party

I do also love that this movie shows story progression of even the bg characters bc Bogey was featured earlier

Oh! That must be Nigel with the Brie :)

This one dude pulling up with an entire dj kit

I fucking love how Kat's hair looks 😭😭 will be stealing

THE GLASS DOOOOOOORRRR

Bogey: 😃 thank youuuu 🙁

making bad decisions bc your sister rejects you in public so true, queen

I do honestly really enjoy these live blogs w time stamps bc I feel like it's such a good exercise in plot pacing

I will never understand why Cameron did not tell Bianca that Joey paid for the whole setting up Patrick and Kat thing

Joey just wants a mommy he can fuck and it's hilarious (classic)

00:47:00

Really really thank you

Patrick trying to stop Kat <3

Yet another Kat Stratford kinnie moment (making bad decisions and a fool of yourself in public due to an interaction w your sister)

God I love Patrick's pep talk to Cameron so much

Kat and Patrick are so mother and father they're so goals

LEAVE IT TO YOU TO USE BIG WORDS WHEN YOURE SMASHED 😭😭😭

Who needs affection when I have blind hatred 🫶🏻🫶🏻 yeah

I have never been understood more

Kat and Pat on da swings fo today

Patrick taking such good care of Kat >>>>>>>

YOUR EYES HAVE A LITTLE GREEN IN THEM *throws up*

Kat's moment in the car realizing she should start a band is so me realizing I want to be a music producer core

The only thing people know about me is that I'm ~scary~ (I was scary but did not realize it and became homeschooled before I put 2+2 together )

Yknow... you're not as vile as i thought you were

I realllllllyyy wish Patrick had said something like uuuh you are intoxicated and I am not like that but then again plot

The parallels of Bianca vs Kat's car scenes and kiss vs failed kiss.... sisterisms

Cameron literally said WE ARE SOOO BACK

I do also have an opinion about everything 🧍🏻‍♀️

00:57:00

Mandella and Michael are actually cute as hell

"Hates him with the fire of a thousand suns" REAL

I get Kat for being a hater because her romantic aspirations did not work out

Bianca shooting her gym teacher in the ass and clearly not giving a fuck because she is so deeply selfish 😭

I think that Patrick should have just told Kat everything and planned to rip off Joey bc she would have LOVED that

Oh Patrick I get you (staring at someone beautiful while they enjoy playing music)

"You're not as mean as you think you are"

"You're not as badass as you think you are"

Them 🩷

The look on Patrick's face after Kat leaves him 😭😭😭 DOWN HORRIFIC

MARCHING BAND AND LIVE SERENADE OF CANT TAKE MY EYES OFF YOU what a scene

GETTING HAULED OFF BY SECURITY AND DOING A LITTLE DANCE WHILE ESCAPING 🩷

Confiscating the weed the confiscating Cheetos

No commentary on Kat helping Patrick escape because I would never do anything remotely like this (obviously)

1:08:00

"Wits"

Him asking her this question <3 Kat's answer being that she doesn't like doing what people expect... she's so real

YOU NEVER DISAPPOINTED ME ‼️‼️

Paintball scene <3 couple that gets into fun violence together stays together

They're so awful to each other during paintball it's so amazing and romantic

The soundtrack in this movie is so beloved

How does she know the porn career is a lie 😏

God the something true scene

WHY WOULDNT HE TELL HER HERE 😭😭😭

Like I know why but

1:16:00

Joey and Kat lore drop!!!

I totally get kat's decision after Joey broke up with her like it is absolutely the kind of thing that would make you change how you see the world

Sister fight!

ALSO! Realizing that Bianca didn't want to let Cameron see her room because of how cutesey and feminine it is and how many stuffed animals she has

I feel like the relationship between the sisters is one of the reasons this movie has been such a classic for so long

I'm so obsessed with the parallels of the moments with the tvs between Mr Stratford and Bianca

BIANCA'S OUTFIT IS SO ME CORE GOD BLESSSS

Patrick is so stupid for not telling Kat here god fucking bless

And for one precious moment Bianca, Kat and Mandella were all happy

side note: Mandella and Michael are really cute (they have matching outfits!!)

PATRICK INVITING KAT'S FAVORITE BAND (googled: its letters to Cleo) (I feel uncool for having to google it)

Patrick telling Kat "something true" before he finds out the BAD "something true" 🙁

Bianca pummeling Joey ♥️♥️♥️

1:27:00

Bianca and Cameron said sssSSAILING TAKES ME AWAY TO WHERE I ALWAYS HEARD IT COULD BE

Mr Stratford is soooo my dadcore

Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all

Patrick buying Kat a fender stratocaster with the money from Joey>>>

but then- Yknow there's always drums and bass and maybe one day a tambourine

"And don't just think you can-"

Kisses her

What a film.

Side note: letters to Cleo performing on the roof of the school is sooooooooo 1999 idk

watching 10 things i hate about you 🫶🏻

[kyuala]

i really feel like im gonna cry but im too numb to at this point

[catcze]

bestie i need your thoughts on xiao/zhongli/tohma/childe/whoever with a cock piercing because uh-

the sheer possibilities. the amount of things they could do-

catte i am on my knees please.

horny hours with 🍙

yeah yknow what, on second thought, imma give u an imagine:

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Imagine Tohma holding your legs up and apart in a mating press, sitting back on his heels as he appreciates the mess he's made out of you. His tongue pokes out to wet his lip, and he lets his hips slide forwards again, letting the cool metal of his piercing roll over your overstimulated clit.

He can't help the amused chuckle at your keen, your legs shaking from just how long he's been teasing you.

And when he finally gives in and slowly pushes himself into you- oh heavens-

You cum right there on the spot, eyes rolling back as his cock, piercing and all, punches deep into your aching cunt, rubbing against all of the rights spots within you.

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Imagine Xiao absolutely reveling in the power he has over you, rolling his hips against yours every so often just to stir up your insides and keep you sensitive and on the edge for him. He knows the piercing feels good against your walls, knows that it catches over your g-spot with every thrust. Imagine him tsking at you every time you beg to cum, saying things like, "be a good girl and wait for my command."

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Imagine Zhongli being quite stunned at your reaction but quickly growing to love the way you mewl and beg for him. You're trembling and you seem as though you might pass out but your pretty lips and glassy eyes keep begging him for more, more, more.

And who is he to deny you as he unloads himself within you over and over and over again, kissing your tears away as you babble about his piercing and cry about how good it feels.

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Imagine licking around Kazuha's piercing, grinning as his knees go weak and tears well up in his pretty crimson eyes.

Imagine running your finger along the metal and probing where it meets the skin, humming on his cock as he all but wails for you to let him cum.

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lkasdfjas sorry this was long and super not well written cuz im runnin outta time but hey!

brainrot with attractive genshin men

🍙:)

(love ya!)

NSFW!! 18+ ONLY !!

Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

!!⠀Feat : Thoma, Xiao, Zhongli, Kazuha x GN! Reader

!!⠀## : Smut. Smut smut smut smut

!!⠀CWs : Implied belly bulge (Thoma), Dacryphilia, Orgasm denial (?) (Xiao), Zhongli and Kazuha’s don’t really have anything i need to tag aksjdsa, Rough sex (ish) for all of them <33

YOO Cock piercings are getting the spotlight recently I see 👀 not complaining tho akjssa

BABE PLS you really got me breathless and biting my lip when I read all that, damn 😩💦 Love u too babe <33

I've got so many thoughts but not enough time sO here are my quick thoughts off the top of my head about these fine men with their dicks pierced <33

Thoma would probs be sensitive the first time he thrusts into you, like, gasping about how tight you feel on his cock and how good you are. As the night progresses tho, he’d become more accustomed to the sensitivity in this dick. Whenever he thrusts into you deep and hard enough for you to definitely feel the metal in his cock, he’d ask you in a low, low purr, “Do you feel that, baby? Good? Mm, yeah, let’s see if I can feel it too,” before he pushes down on your stomach hard enough to make you see stars. Side note, go down on this man and kiss his piercing when you do. He might cum on the spot. 

Xiao, I think, would probably rate how well he was fucking you depending on how long it takes to make you cry for him. He’s delighted though when he has you crying so soon on his pierced cock–– it’s a new record in his book. But just because you’ve started crying and babbling from the pleasure doesn’t mean that Xiao is satisfied. Instead, he shifts your hips and hitches your legs up at the perfect angle for his piercing to rub against the part inside you that has you trembling and crying even harder for him. He’d shush you when you whine that you need to cum, please please please, with a forceful thrust and a ‘Not yet,’ that immediately has you stilling. 

I agree that Zhongli would probably be the most entranced by your reaction to the piercing in his cock. His eyes would never stray from your face as he slides his cock into you. From the way your brows furrow and your eyes roll when the piercing in his cock reaches the deepest parts of you to the way your mouth drops open in a gasp, the sweetest, “Zhongli, thank you thank you thank you–– Cum inside, please,”–– he watching you through all of it, pressing his cock even deeper so you can make even more noises, so he can pleasure you even further. He’ll do it for the entire night if he has to–– whatever it takes to keep you drunk off the metal in his cock and moaning his name.

Kazuha would have the tightest hold on your hips when his cock enters you. The sensation of your walls around him and his dick piercing is enough to stutter his breaths. While he works to seat himself fully inside you, the noises he makes are divine. Raspy “A-ah,”s and groans of your name–– even the occasional swear muttered under his breath. It’s something so rare of him to outwardly swear like that that it has you tightening around him like a vice grip making the ronin’s hands shake even more and his flush to deepen. He swears–– he’s not even fully inside you yet but he already wants to cum.

[allisonlol]

Hi Allison! I hope you're doing great and also congratulations on your milestone you deserve a lot more than that! :D💕 Ahem- so- heads up- this is really long-

I'm 18 yo, an ISTP Pisces, 163 cm tall and a straight female. Also I'm a teennnnny tiiiiny bit overweight but I've been on a diet for a couple of month and made great progress so good for me! 🚶🏻‍♀️

Ahem ahem… I have big boobs, my skin is so pale that People sometimes mistake me for a vampire or a corpse and I love it ngl. I have dark brown hair that Ive recently cut for the very first time in my life, and it reaches to the middle of my back and I also have light brown eyes that turns golden under the rays of sun (Yeah baby :D)

I'm veeeeery veeeeery understanding and never judgmental, which is why people consider me a very trustworthy person and share their secrets with me without any worries. On the outside I look like a calm, loving, quiet girl who's really naïve and innocent, never dropping the smile off her face and I'm also very respectful toward elders which is why they like me a lot; but once I get out of my shell I'm just a loud, crazy girl who wants to jump up and down and scream for literally no reason. Btw me getting out of my shell wouldn't depend on time, it depends on what kind of person I'm interacting with.

So I'm really into watching romantic movies and crying when they separate or something, and I'm a huge sucker for romantic gestures but only when they happen for other people or in movies. If someone makes a dumb romantic gesture/comment on me? I'm like bitch are you fr? Get 1523946235078 feet away from me🚶🏻‍♀️

I'm also very emotional but because I'm always quiet around others they think of me as a cold hearted creature, little did they know I have a heart almost as big as an elephants. So yeah people think I'm cold but omg…if I grow to like somebody… I'm always all over them, kissing, licking, biting(Have a huge thing for that btw), literally anything out of affection while hugging the shit out of them. My love language is physical touch and acts of service AND words of affirmation. I would praise them about anything but I have a hard time telling them the ily sentence idk why🤧🚶🏻‍♀️

btw I'm not that loud around people I'm comfortable with either; But I'm definitely very affectionate. And I'm not a clingy person, I'm actually very independent when it comes to, well, everything; but if the fountain of my feelings suddenly floats out of nowhere I have no choice but to jump on my s/o and shower him with smooches <3 So yeah I like giving affection but they have to make up for it in bed cause I'm a bottom in there and you didn't hear this from me btw (it would be lovely if you could include some NSFW hcs too, if you're able too :>)

SOOOOO some info for the nsfw… I HATE SPITTING. It turns me off when they wanna spit in my mouth.. Like, ewe.if they wanna spit on other places… PLEASE! Help yourself🚶🏻‍♀️ I like to be manhandles and I might tolerate degrading but NOT TOO MUCH. If they think they can have me begging over something theyre SOOO WRONG. YOU GOTTA TREAT ME NICELY IF YOU WANT THIS PUSSY BITCH- (Lmao I apologize for being shameless but I can't help it) Brat taming… I might be into to it IF they don't spank me hard😭😭😭 I don't like choking or any kind of hitting tbh but light spanking is ok. emphasis on LIGHT. I like it rough btw. Gotta be fast af. Ok now imma shut up now gb🚶🏻‍♀️🚶🏻‍♀️

I love watching movies and the genre never matters as long as it includes comedy too; love reading/writing smut, fluff, romance and humor; sometimes I sing when I'm alone but my voice is not exactly girlish so I'll never do it in front of anyone. I love shopping, but I don't like it when my s/o pays for my stuff I'm like bruh are you trying to buy me or smthn even though he means well. I mean I would even return him the amount of saliva we exchanged while making out if we break up lmao. I would be ok if a friend gets me stuff though, and I would love to do the same to them. I love wearing shiny accessories and love painting my nails especially in red.

I would without a doubt cheat on my s/o with ice-cream especially if its chocolate flavored cuz it has been my good old friend from the moment I was born😭😭😭😭.I'm just joking btw. I hate cheating so if I get tired of the relationship I'll straightforwardly ask for a break up which is really unexpected to them cuz you know… I don't show how uncomfortable I am. And I have trouble getting attached to people emotionally so I'm really hoping for someone to show up whom I can love and share everything with, without needing to pretend it. I love chocolate btw, which is why my parents don't buy it often because its all gone the second they look away from it lol. Veryyyyy insecure about my looks. Like you have no idea how much of a pro I am when it comes to destroying myself- If someone praises me on my looks I'm like bruh are you making fun of me get lost before I shove this (points at her pencil*) into you ass🚶🏻‍♀️

I also love cooking and am an early bird, so I would wake up at 6am to make my s/o breakfast and then wake him up with kisses and cuddles. My idea of the perfect date it staying in bed and never getting out of it unless it's an emergency. Just me and him cuddling & making out & whatever... I like being both the little spoon and big spoon cuz I wanna make him feel loved too <3 BTW I'm definitely gonna race them on who can give the tightest hug. PILLOW FIGHT. PILLOW TALK. ANYTHING RELATED TO BED TBH (Which is funny cause I sleep for 6 hours at max due to my college entrance exam🚶🏻‍♀️) yeah so big fan of cuddling and caressing their hair or massaging them T^T AND PLANTING KISSES ON... well... EVERYWHERE

Lets see…what else… oh! I'm really into swimming and working out. I'm not a ambitious person, but I'm a rebellious one ig, no one gets to order me around cause I'm so stubborn despite how I look like. I looooove flirting. I'm not really good at flirting with words, so I would use my charm and action to flirt back at him, and would also drop a few hints or might even straightforwardly go sit on his lap and be like "Ok babe, you asked for it; show me whachu got now😏"

so… I can go a little bit more; but I don't want you to freak out so let's stop right here :) again, congrats on your milestone and also, no pressure! Mwah! ^0^ 💕🚶🏻‍♀️

꧁♥ ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴇss… ♥꧂

i match you with...atsushi nakajima!

HII ASH omg, i loved reading this LOLL and the only person i could think of the entire time was atsushi cuz hello??? well i'll explain more down below but YEA a match made in heaven lowkey

Relationship

FIRST OF ALL you definitely had to approach him first. i mean, we've all seen how dense this mf is when people like him

but he was always initially drawn to you - specifically your easy going + caring nature

y'all have the same love languages!! lots n lots of compliments and words of affirmations bc you both deserve to be appreciated <3

yes- ur both awkward at actually accepting the compliments but nonetheless they mean a lot to you

the two of you mesh well together because, while he's quieter and a bit shy, you're not afraid to be more outgoing and speak ur mind

^basically you'd be the "he asked for NO pickles" while atsushi hides behind you >:0

you guys go on the CUTEST dates: walks thru the yokohama harbor, visiting ice cream shops, watching movies etc <3

YOU COOK FOR HIM SM, which he appreciates cuz i have the slightest suspicion that atsushi is not the best cook...

randomly kiss or bite him out of nowhere to see how flustered he gets?? you love to tease him a lot to your entertainment

luckily for you, atsushi shows his luv thru manyyy romantic gestures which then in turn gets you flustered

^buys you things that reminded him of you, brings you flowers, lots n lots of compliments about how he admires you n how pretty u are!!

all i can say it, it's literally one of the healthiest relationships imaginable

NSFW

i need to write more nsfw for him...but anyway

man idek who would be the dom or the sub here LOLL

^i believe roles wouldn't really be too prominent in the relationship tho. atsushi is indifferent towards it and can dom or sub accordingly to what u want!!

fortunately for you he is very nicee <33 literally doesn't have the heart to tease you

not the most well versed in kinks obviously but is always down to experimentation,,,he just wants to do whatever YOU want him to

bro can go SO FAST tho i swear. it's the being half tiger or whatever-

CONSENT KING?? y'all have an established safe word (would it even be used?? prolly not) & always triple-checks that you are comfortable with something new

lots n lots of kisses!!

not to mention both of you practice good aftercare and making sure the other is ok both mentally and physically afterwards <33

[tiredinwinter]

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Spoilers and flailing and lots of love below the cut as always <3

HI!!! I was so happy to read that I was gonna be blessed with a new chapter on saturday night and then my waitress job kicked my ass with getting a long long shift that night.

And oh boy this chapter had some spice, ohmyyyyy Let alone the opening scene. I love how eager she is with him :') It's just so nice to see that she is equally obsessed with him without even having a rut coming up for herself hahahha

And him being so mopey about her not letting him fuck her or make her feel good in general as she is on her period is both equally frustrating for me as I am really keen on seeing how they'll do once they get there but it's so so nice to see him not pushing her boundaries at all. A respectful king, love that so much!! HIM SLEEPING SO WELL BECAUSE OF HER, imma cry :(((<3 so sweet, how cozy and needy he is in this chapter in general, you've seen my comments on the sneaky you've posted already. I'm just in love with him he is the softest alpha ever with her :((((

I love the decision you made for him having his rut by himself for a lot of reasons. Forst of all, he could never hold back with her, then she would have a huge freakout about finding out about his inner wolf and then she'd pretty literally be sentenced to death by an entire pack of werewolves???? Hell no, cuddly, bonding time with lil Eddie it is! Such a sweet solution to deflate the situation with the rut a bit and enabling her to bond a bit more with the pup. Although I am really curious to find out what was up with him in the end. Does he feel his alphas rut? But it doesn't make sense for him to be whiney about that then, I am pretty clueless about this one haha

I'm just so dead thinking of how movie adaptations might play with cuts in between Harry and y'n and Eddie: excessive hand fucking// yn and Eddie watching some cartoons//Harry knotting his hand// yn and Eddie playing tug of war with some toy// a scene of Harry humping the towel on the bed with his head in the pillow// yn and Eddie cuddling and napping in bed man, this could be such a fun scene, maybe you could write a script and send it so Harry, see if he'd be interested in acting his own role for the adaptation? :D :D

And oh boy, I cannot wait for the new chapter, that cliffhanger did things to me!!! I can tell, I'll habe a good session of me-time in my den for the next reading hahah

Oh, I completely forgot about that: I am not a big fan of him lying to her about the apartment. I mean not in the way of you guys deciding for that plotline but for him having to lie to her on this excessive level. But I mean it is a pretty big secret to keep and there are nearly no other possibilities for him. I wonder how things will progress with his pack and the female alpha, who is already asking him a looot of questions.

Shoutout to Niall for being a great friend and well... a submissive wolfboy. Little does he know he will have to deep clean every centimeter of his apartment of various body fluids and an excessive smell of rut :D :D

Thanks so much for sharing, you two!! Looking forward to the next one as always!!

Hugs, kissies and cuddles <33

He was staring at her in a way no one had in her entire life. She couldn’t read anything in his eyes - not surprise, not fear, not malicious intent - nothing. (wolfrry, werewolf!harry, alpha!harry, ranger!y/n)

Lupus Noctis- Masterlist, Author’s Note & Warnings

Chapter 6 / alternatively, read on wattpad

Chapter 7 (word count: 20k+) -updated April 15

It took Y/N a moment to figure out what wasn’t adding up when she blinked her eyes awake in the middle of the night. She could only assume it was the middle of the night because the room was dark, and she would’ve checked her phone but something was immobilizing her, and that something was the large man sleeping with his heavy arm draped across her midsection. She tried wiggling a bit but he didn’t budge in the slightest. His nose was buried in the crook of her neck and he was holding her flush to his torso. 

Looking at the window, Y/N could distinguish that the sun was just about to rise. She had no desire to wake up early since she had her day off, especially when she was wrapped up in Harry’s arms like that.  

She had been pretty drowsy going to bed to realize, but yet again, she’d fallen asleep in record time in his company. This was so unusual for her. It took her weeks, months even to get accustomed to sleeping next to someone new, but with him- she couldn’t even remember falling asleep as soundly on her own.

Harry grunted in his sleep and shifted a bit against her, pulling her body even closer to his if that was even possible and it dawned on her exactly what had woken her up. He was pressing his very evident morning wood into her thigh and even rutting a bit against it in his sleep. 

She listened intently to make sure he wasn’t actually awake and trying to get her attention somehow- no, Harry was asleep, she was certain. 

Since going back to sleep was near impossible with that… melee weapon poking at her, Y/N smiled to herself, deciding to take matters into her own hands. Literally.

She tried turning in his arms but he just tightened his hold on her; but slowly, carefully she managed to face him, lying on her side, his arm over her waist still in place. She took in the sight of him in his sleep, as much as she could make out in the semi-darkness. Her eyes were getting accustomed to the dark and the more she looked at him, the more she could make out of his features. That scowl he always seemed to sport was everpresent, even in his sleep- or was it just that he was dreaming something in particular? She could feel his fingers on her hipbone twitching from time to time, and then there was that low grunt again, that had him bury the side of his face into his pillow, in lieu of the crook of her neck. 

Y/N couldn’t believe he was right there with her, and that she was watching him in his sleep. He was mouthwateringly gorgeous. The blanket was hanging low on his waist and with the distance she’d put between them whilst turning around, she knew his aching cock was right there, within arm’s reach. 

She deliberated it, wondering if he’d be opposed to it. He hadn’t let her touch him after their date, but then he told her through texts that he’d let her thank him all she wanted when they next saw each other- and if that wasn’t consent she didn’t know what was. She had it in writing and everything.

She bit her lower lip, hoping her intuition wasn’t leading her astray, and reached out to touch him under the cover. When her hand came into contact with the warm, velvety smoothness of his cock she felt her mouth fall agape. Somehow, the fact that she couldn’t really see what she was doing was heightening her tactile sense, and when she wrapped her hand around him and squeezed the slightest bit she realized he must’ve been full mast, he was hard as steel. Her small hand was barely encompassing his girth and that made her wet her lips, which prompted her to remove her hand briefly and lick it thoroughly before she wrapped it around him again. 

The moment she started dragging her fist up and down his shaft, ever so slightly, he shuddered- but didn’t wake up. She couldn’t believe how much she had to cover, it was a long slide up and down, dragging his foreskin along with her movements. His bulbous head was already exposed, fully erect as he was, and she dragged her palm over it- taking note of its significant size, barely fitting into her fist. She couldn’t suppress a whimper, squeezing her thighs together and being hyperaware of her tampon and how something much, much larger could take its place soon. 

The sun was just starting to peek over the horizon casting a few subdued, golden rays into her room, one of them landing partly on Harry’s handsome face. She took note of his flared nostrils, his brows were even more furrowed than before and his breathing was labored. His pelvis started thrusting into her fist by instinct, much in the way he’d poked at her thigh in his sleep- and then she lowered her eyes in between them and could now discern what was happening under the blanket as well.

She wet her lips again, swallowing the lump in her throat at the sight. She could see precome glistening over his slit and she thumbed at it, squeezing her own thighs together. 

A louder, different kind of groan made her remove her eyes from his cock, and when she looked at his face again she was met with his piercing eyes- so much brighter in the golden rays. Their intensity nearly startled her, but she didn’t have time to take it in properly- Harry pulled her closer to him and delved tongue-first into a soaring kiss that left her breathless. He devoured her mouth, his breathing labored against her cheek, and when she felt his much larger hand over hers, dragging it up and down his cock she remembered to keep going, having forgotten to move upon waking him up.

He removed his hand once she picked up the pace, but still made sure to keep the strokes languid and drawn out, and Harry grabbed her ass instead, kneading the flesh through her panties as though he was trying to get his fingers to poke through the material and reach her skin. 

Harry was sloppily kissing her and fucking himself into her hand. It felt good to have him so needy for her. And when he whispered her name against her lips and squeezed her hip as he bucked forward, she felt him tremble.

Harry was already on edge. He’d been dreaming the sweetest and nastiest dream just before he’d been woken up. Of course, with her scent permeating him like it was she snuck into his mind even in sleep. And he was throbbing before she’d even touched him. He was at the point of no return with achy balls and a leaky tip. It had been such a good dream… his knot had just taken and she was there, under him, fucked out and red in the face as he pushed himself into her, bringing her to another orgasm but this time she was coming on his knot and that’s when he woke up to her stroking him slowly. He wished the dream had been real. He wasn’t disappointed that she was actually here with his cock in her hand, of course not, but he was disappointed by the fact that it had only been a dream where it was implied that she knew about him since he was fucking her with his knot. And that really would have been ideal; for her to know his secret and be okay with it, allowing him to really be himself with her. 

His fingers slid to the outline of the fabric of her panties and she could tell where he was trying to get with this- he wanted to touch too- and she wanted him to quite desperately so. But she was on her period, and while technically he could at least thumb at her clit a bit, she didn’t feel comfortable letting him do that- at least not yet. She’d not let anyone touch her intimately while menstruating before but with Harry, she could see herself overcoming this inhibition.

She pulled her face away and he followed immediately, but she nudged her nose to his to get his attention without having to get her hand off him, the other trapped awkwardly between them, “Can’t. On my period, remember?”

Harry growled deep in his chest, his voice coming out much deeper than it usually sounded, “I couldn’t give less of a fuck about a little blood, Y/N. Trust me. Wanna touch you- fuck that feels so good,” he whined towards the end, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Maybe not right now… I want this to be about you,” she whispered back and Harry opened up his eyes to look at her again. She looked dazed out and floaty, and maybe it was because it was extremely early and they still had to get some more sleep, but he liked to think she was fucked out of her mind with how much this was turning her on. “Told me I could thank you all I wanted- remember?” She bit her lower lip at that and Harry threw his head back again, closing his eyes. He was sure her seeing them right now wouldn’t be a good idea, he could barely hold it together. The way she was touching him, so bloody perfect, the way she looked at him, the smell of her arousal, her breathy voice, the things she said to him- he wasn’t going to last.

She thumbed at his slit again, noting how much precome he was oozing, and moaned at the feel. He grit his teeth and willed his eyes open, looking at her and then between them at what she was doing, “I remember… Fuck, Y/N. Just like that, kitten.”

She smiled at the pet name, she just couldn’t not every time he used it, and reached to kiss him again. His hand squeezed her bum in response and then traveled a bit further up, snaking his hand under his shirt to where he knew more of her smooth skin would be found. He opened his eyes to look at her, never breaking the kiss and when she felt his hand hesitate, she opened hers too and nodded her approval against his mouth. She fluttered them close again when she felt his big, warm palm grope her breast.

She could tell he needed more, and so did she, so she used her other hand to unbutton the shirt enough for him to push it over her shoulder and pull her breast out and then immediately latch his lips around her nipple.

They moaned in unison and she increased her grip on him, picking up the speed a bit too. He alternated between sucking and nipping slightly at her bud and then licking sloppily all around it and up toward her clavicle, bringing his hand back where his mouth had been while he mouthed at her jawline. He was losing his composure, she could tell.

“Gonna make a mess of your precious little souvenir,” she could hear the amusement in his low, husky voice.

She loved the idea of that for some reason- but then it dawned on her that she couldn’t let him do that, for practical reasons. If she were to get his other shirt in exchange for this one like she planned, he couldn’t exactly leave her apartment with it stained, “Wait– no. I want you to finish on me. Please?”

It wasn’t just to save the shirt. She really did feel the urge to feel his hot, sticky come on her skin- to feel him closer still. She unbuttoned the shirt the rest of the way and then laid on her back, with him following closely, hovering over her. 

Harry nearly lost it when he heard her request. She needed to be marked, poor little thing- and who was he to deny her primal instinct? She kept pumping him while he cast his attention to her neglected breast but he couldn’t prolong it any longer- giving the underside of her plump flesh another shallow bite before pulling back and grabbing himself from her hold. He watched her as she brought her thumb she’d just swiped over his slit to her mouth and sucked on it greedily, moaning and rolling her eyes back and that was enough for Harry to come undone, unleashing rope after rope on her belly, in between her breasts and up to her neck. 

She watched him transfixed, she’d never seen a man climax like that before. Harry was vocal, and he didn’t hold back. His animalistic grunts and pants made her moan even though he wasn’t even touching her as he was orgasming.

She watched him close his eyes and pump himself to the last drop and when he opened them back again she made sure he saw the way she scooped some from her torso and brought it to her mouth. She couldn’t wait to taste him properly next. He also tasted different- much better than the guys she’d dated before him. She figured that must’ve been due to his healthy diet.

The sight made him smirk. If only she knew this wasn’t the first time she’d had a taste of him, he thought to himself. Roaming his eyes over her, he squeezed himself in reprimand- he could tell his erection would not go down even after all that, and he knew he couldn’t do much else after this. But she extricated herself from beneath him and told him she’d be quick, heading towards the bathroom, before he could contemplate what other options he had. 

There were none. He simply had to wait it out, and he didn’t know how he would do that now that she’d touched him like that. When she came back, he kissed her some more until he started feeling her go lax in his arms again. And although Harry was used to starting his day early, he needed more time with her, in bed, his nose buried in her neck. It was his new favorite place on earth.

*

Harry flinched awake, and stood up on the bed hastily, taking his surroundings in. Where was she? His instincts were on high alert, because not only was she missing from between his arms- but how did she manage to leave the bedroom without him acknowledging it?

A faraway sound made him hurry to the window and look outside to where it came from- it was her, and she was giggling. Which immediately calmed him down knowing she wasn’t in harm’s way. He still couldn’t believe she’d left their bed without him waking up, even if briefly, to take note of her doing so.

Looking at the sight before him as he contemplated, he couldn’t help but smile when he saw what she was doing. 

He had never slept so deeply before. Harry was by nature a predator and many times he slept with one eye open, so to speak. Any movement or new presence would have him up and ready to pounce normally. But this? She had gotten out of bed, gotten dressed, closed her bedroom door behind her, and took Edward outside all without Harry’s being aware. And that scared him. What if someone had come in to harm her or his nephew and he’d slept through it? 

He couldn’t be sure but perhaps it was just that her presence was so soothing and calming to him. He’d heard about the way mates could nest in their dens for days on end and sleep deeply and soundly. He’d never experienced it, though. And he wasn’t sure that this was that. Perhaps it was the orgasm she gave him. Harry smiled at the memory with her small hand on him, her lips brushing against him, and then how dirty she was, asking him to release on her and the sight of her below him with his warm come on her tummy, over her tits, and up to her neck.

Opening up the window, he leaned his torso over the windowsill, watching her.

“Come on, Eddie! Be a good boy. Go on, go potty!”

Harry chuckled to himself at the scene before him and then cleared his throat a bit to get rid of his morning gruff before raising his voice so she could hear him from afar, “Let him off leash.”

Y/N looked up to see Harry, half his body hanging out the window, tattoos on display for all the neighbors to ogle… she smiled and took note of his messy curls and pink mouth. What a spectacular sight he was even from her spot on the ground. She shielded her view from the bright sun. It was almost noon. They’d slept in, alright, “Huh?”

Harry smiled in return. He couldn’t help it. Her smile was brighter than the sun itself, “Set him free, he needs to roam around a bit.”

“Oh, but… Are you sure?” She fidgeted with the leash in her hands, hesitating, “What if he runs off? What if he follows a cat or pigeons into the street… “

Harry chuckled again, “He’ll be fine. Go on.”

“Alright…” Y/N said more to herself and bent to remove the lead from around Eddie’s neck. She had one in her backpack from work and figured she’d use it when upon waking up to use the bathroom she found him wide awake waiting by her bedroom door. She realized it must’ve been way past the time Harry would normally take him outside in the morning, and put on some clothes in a hurry, mindful not to wake Harry who, in her absence, cuddled her pillow to his chest and buried his nose in it, and after using the bathroom herself as originally intended, took the pup out.

She carried him outside in her arms to speed things up to the building’s backyard that served as a designated playground with a few swings, the classic sandbox, which was very clearly marked as to be used just by children, and then the limited green space was sadly to be shared between kids and pets since there was no special area for people to walk their dogs in. Once there, she set him down and placed the lead around his neck, and waited for him to go about his business.

Only he wasn’t budging. He followed her to and fro but didn’t take initiative in roaming around, and even though the lead was long enough for him to do it. So she walked him around, but that’s all he did- walk.

She couldn’t figure out what was wrong- had he peed in her apartment? She’d have smelled it surely… And she’d taken him out once before, that first night when she brought him back at the station.

And now Harry was telling her to set him free, and she realized that must’ve been it. That first night she didn’t bother tethering him to her in any way and he’d gone about his business. But back at the station, she had no concern for traffic and other possible dangers he could run into… not to mention, she didn’t have his owner sleeping in her bed ready to throw a fit if she somehow lost his pet.

Now that she had his explicit consent though, she let him off leash and the pup immediately started roaming around. She turned to smile at the man again who was already smiling back when she looked his way.

Damn, he was gorgeous. 

And looking around, she realized she wasn’t the only one who was taking note of that. The few moms or babysitters there with their kids were paying more attention to Harry standing topless at her windowsill than to their own kids, one of them even forgot to push the swing until her child started complaining.

Y/N knew she shouldn’t, but she felt a pang of jealousy at the realization that other women would (and should) be interested in him. She had no right to feel possessive, but remembering just how she’d woken him up at the crack of sunrise, she did. They didn’t know him like she did, they hadn’t just had him naked in their bed…

But even so, all that meant nothing, if she was being honest with herself. What they had wasn’t something they had defined or even discussed, she didn’t know where this was headed or if Harry had any serious intentions or was just looking to have a bit of fun with her.

Although the way he’d taken care of her the previous night, made her that delicious dinner while she laid on the couch and brought Eddie to purr on her tummy then snuggled with her in bed and opened up about some personal things… all that had to mean something, right?

When she glanced back to her window, he was gone. And she realized she hadn’t really paid attention to Eddie to make sure he went about his business, even if she did watch him to make sure he wasn’t running off. She laughed at herself at the irony.

“Something funny?”

She jumped a bit, not having expected to hear his voice so close, “Uhm, no, just something silly. What are you doing? I was gonna come back up and make us some… well, brunch.”

Harry’s eyes softened at her saying that. She was really something else, “There’s some leftover mac and cheese from last night, easy to heat up, I plated it for you, you just have to pop it into the microwave for half a minute. I gotta run, though.”

Y/N's face went from pleasantly surprised to disappointed, “Oh… already? Thank you, you didn’t have to do that…”

“Nice shirt,” he smirked, looking at his other shirt that she was wearing, forcing him to put on the one she’d slept in since he’d lent it to her at the lake. She smirked too at the way she’d managed to see her plan through successfully. She’d worn that one so much that his scent had worn off. “Edward!” Harry shouted to catch his nephew’s attention who began his trek back to them and then casted his attention back on his little human. It felt weird to leave after… all that.

“I’m not sure if he went… I couldn’t, uhm, really tell,” she lied.

“That’s alright. We’ll figure it out.”

“Uhm,... do you like, always walk him off leash? Or just in areas that are pretty confined, such as this one? Or do you maybe have a yard?...” she trailed off and took in his surprised expression, “Sorry, just curious. Don’t really know anyone comfortable with letting their pets off leash, especially such small ones. Sorry if I made a mistake and took him outside, maybe you just have him use pee pads…”

That was another lie. Y/N knew well enough Eddie wasn’t trained to use pee pads since she hadn’t seen any at the cabin when she’d gone snooping. But she felt like prodding a bit, finding out what little else she could about him. She had no idea where he lived, or what he did for a living. She was surprised they’d gotten to more vulnerable topics before the basics, really.

Harry chuckled nervously, running his fingers through his long hair, “He listens to me, I don’t worry about him running off.” Harry knew what she was trying to do, though. He could read right through her. He also didn’t miss her disappointed look when he told her he had to leave. Truth was, he would’ve gladly spent the rest of the day with her but he had business to attend with his pack, “Maybe you can come over later…”

Y/N eyes widened at that. She hadn’t expected that at all, for some reason.

And neither did Harry. The words had just blurted out of his mouth with a mind of their own. He tried to not let panic take over, knowing full well that she couldn’t just come over. He couldn’t bring her among the pack. That would be like luring her into the lions’ den. Only worse. 

Furthermore, he dug his own grave even deeper, “Tell you what. I’ll leave Edward with you so he can keep you company, help you with your cramps some more maybe… and I’ll pick you both up later this evening. Sound good?”

They’d already decided he’d take her to work the following morning since she’d left her car there when he picked her up so it was planned that they’d spend the afternoon together. But Harry thought perhaps he could coax more sweet smiles and trust from Y/N if he showed her his “place”. Maybe he’d even get lucky and she’d let him eat her out finally. He wanted to just go to town on her so bad. Wanted her to come on his face and feel her shaking in his arms again. God, what he wouldn’t do.

Y/N blinked at him. Note to self, wake him up like that more often. The man was in an excellent mood, “Sounds good, yeah.” She smiled at him, and then he made to turn around and walk off but he instead nudged her chin up and gave her a soft peck, taking her aback even more before finally pulling back and heading toward where he’d parked his car out front.

She looked down at the pup that was looking at her expectantly. Somehow he’d known not to follow his owner. Sometimes it amazed her how tight of a bond these two seemed to have and how well Eddie understood Harry without him even having to say much. She picked him up in her arms and on her way back to the building she smiled curtly at the mother that had forgotten to push her kid’s swing previously, as to say yeah, he’s taken.

Once in his car, Harry wasted no time in making the phone call he needed to make, “You home? Alright. Stay put, I’m coming over.” 

First, he drove back to his place in the preserve, although he would’ve rathered shapeshifting to get there quicker. But he needed the car for putting his plan into motion. He had some serious packing to do.

*

After a quick meeting with one of the pack elders, he returned to his house and loaded his G-wagon with his clothes stuffed into two suitcases, as well as a few items that he felt would add a nice touch to make the place he’d be moving into temporarily feel a little more like somewhere Harry would live. His little human was no idiot. He needed to do his best to keep her concerns at bay. 

“Alpha. I’ve been wondering about you. Haven’t seen you around,” a familiar voice sounded from behind him. She was the alpha that everyone assumed he’d be matched with. The one that he should have settled for and mated with. Turning around to see his pretty “match” he forced a smile as he closed his door.

“Yeah. Just busy with a few things. On my way out again now in fact.”

“I see that. Packing up for a long trip?”

He didn’t like her questioning him. He didn’t like that she was prying. He didn’t allow this within his pack and he certainly didn’t want to answer to her. Whatever her name was. He couldn’t remember.

“Not really your concern is it?” He stood tall with narrowed eyes and watched the way she bent her neck, exposing herself to him in apology for her defiance. 

“You’re right, alpha. It’s not my business,” she spoke as she stared him in his eyes. She might have been yielding to him with her posture but her direct eye contact was telling. Harry watched her nostrils flare as she inhaled his scent. She was sure to smell the girl on him. He was drenched in her scent as he hadn’t taken a shower yet that morning. 

“Good day to you.” He spoke as he got back into his vehicle. 

*

“What’s up, mate? Oh?” Niall’s eyebrows shot up at the sight of Harry’s suitcase he was carrying, “Going somewhere? Need a lift to the airport?–”

“No, but you are.” Harry made his way inside his friend’s apartment and placed his voluminous luggage down. “Pack a bag. You need to let me borrow your apartment for a while.”

Niall was still standing in the entryway, holding the door open, “I’m not following.”

“I need to crash here for a bit.”

Niall closed the door swiftly when Harry went into his bedroom and could hear him rummaging through his stuff. When he came into the room, he watched his friend open up one of his own suitcases and put random clothes out of his closet into it, “Woah, woah, woah! Hey, that’s dry cleaned, you’re getting it all wrinkly–”

“Then pack your own shit.” Harry began pulling pictures of Niall and his family off the walls.

“Dude! What is happening? You can’t just-”

Harry turned to look at Niall, towering over him, “Say that again. I can’t just what?” 

Niall swallowed as Harry’s eyes glowed for a flash and a low growl vibrated from his chest. He knew he shouldn’t stand up to the alpha, but he and Harry were friends so Niall could get away with smarting off from time to time. Although, clearly Harry wasn’t going to back down on this one.

“Sorry. I just… where am I gonna go?”

“I got you a suite at the Peregrine.”

Niall paused, “Room service included?”

Harry scoffed, rolling his eyes, “Yes.”

“And I can raid the minibar all I want?”

“...Yes.”

“Sweet.”

“Come on. I need you out so I can do some deep cleaning…”

Niall scoffed in mock offense, “Deep cleaning? I beg your pardon, sir, but you could eat off these floors!”

Harry ran his finger along a shelf and brought it under his friend’s nose, “Is that so?” He then blew the dust he’d collected on it in his face and Niall rolled his eyes.

After waiting for Niall to pack some essentials, he felt like he needed to give him at least some semblance of an explanation as to why he was essentially kicking him out of his own place, “It’s uh… just for a little while. Until I can find my own place to buy in town.”

“Oh?”

Harry nodded, refusing to give him any more info.

“This wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with Y/N, would it?”

Harry looked at his friend and let silence be an answer. He knew his friend was onto him and there was no use trying to deny it. 

“Listen. I can’t help but notice you’re heading down a path I happen to be very familiar with. I might have left for different reasons… but it felt right. And it still does. I know I made the right decision, and I’m ever grateful to you for helping me opt out and putting your trust in me like that. I know it wasn’t easy, and that you faced great adversity in doing so. And maybe that played a small role in why you’re feeling this way right now too… All I’m saying is,” Niall sighed, getting to the point, “I just want you to be happy, mate. If that means getting a place in the city, then so be it. If that means being with a human, then so be it… And if that means giving up a role that wasn’t even meant for you to begin with” he raised an eyebrow for emphasis, “then so be it. You have your own life to live, just like everyone else. And you can’t sacrifice yours for the ones that have been taken away unjustly, because that would be just as unfair.”

Harry listened to his friend, taking his words in. He nodded, lowering his gaze. He was more in tune with his inner turmoil than he’d known.

Niall zipped up and then grabbed his suitcase off the bed, squeezing Harry’s shoulder, “I’m glad you reached out. I’m always here for you, and not just because I’m indebted to you.”

Harry walked him to the door and held his hand out to him, “Keys,” to which Niall reluctantly complied.

On his way out he heard his friend shout loud enough for his own neighbors to hear, “Try and be a clean freak about bodily fluids too, yeah? Or better yet, just take the sheets with you when you’re done with the place.”

*

As Harry drove to Y/N’s apartment, he felt his palms sweat against the steering wheel. The realization of that happening freaked him out more than anything. He was actually nervous about this, a feeling quite unfamiliar to him. Very little in his life had ever made him feel that way. He remembered his father making him nervous, his older brother even. His mother and uncle not so much, but still came as close seconds. He’d felt a bit nervous taking on his new responsibilities as alpha, but that was a bit different. It was more like fear of letting down his brother and his father before him, their legacy. 

But he was actually nervous about this whole thing with Niall’s apartment. He’d tried his best to make the space seem his but the truth was- it just wasn’t. Not to mention it had Niall’s scent all over it- but in Y/N’s case that wouldn’t be an issue. Would it? She’d been very into scenting him, to his delight. 

He was feeling the adrenaline with how easy everything worked out for him after going through Nialls’s place once again to put away anything that felt like Harry wouldn’t own and then placing his own items around and filling the closet with his clothes. Despite his nerves, he felt like he could pull this off. He was used to pulling things off. 

When he knocked on her door she opened with a bright smile. Since when did she start smiling so often? She was so open about her emotions it was disarming him. Y/N had wet hair and dewy skin after her shower. Harry moved his eyes down her body. She looked like his perfect match. The one he’d do anything for. And seeing the alpha female whose name he couldn’t even remember again today only solidified that notion for him. He didn’t want the alpha female. He wanted Y/N. He needed it to be Y/N. 

He smiled back and stopped in his tracks when she went on her tippy toes to kiss his dimple. Y/N had always wanted to do that ever since she’d seen the adorable indents on his pretty face. 

He couldn’t help himself when he pulled her into his arms and pressed his lips onto her jaw.  He was about to blurt out how he’d missed her but that was taking it too far. He’d only been gone since noon. She’d freak out and he didn’t know if she was ready for the kind of commitment he wanted. He was already looking at her like his mate. Like his life-long partner, so some of his thoughts were starting to spill out a little and he had to keep them in a bit longer. He could feel her heart increase in cadence under his hold. Even if she might not be ready for this level of devotion, she was certainly responding to him in ways that told him she wasn’t going anywhere.

She pulled back before things escalated further and beckoned him to the kitchen. “I made dinner, figured we could eat something before we went to yours.”

Harry had smelled something mouth-watering going upstairs to her apartment, but he figured it must’ve been her next-door neighbor. He really hadn’t expected her to do this.

“Oh?”

“Just as a thanks for you cooking last night.”

Harry increased his pace to catch up with her and turned her to face him before they could enter the open space kitchen, “Is this a thing you have?”

“What do you mean?” Her heart sank. Was he upset? Did he have other plans, was she pissing him off with all these domestic things?

“You… thanking me, repaying me, returning the gesture. First the handjob this morning and now this… is this just you doing it because you feel indebted to me somehow?”

Y/N stammered for a bit, “I– No. Not at all. It’s because I want to. I really want to. Sorry if it made you feel like I was doing it out of some sort of obligation…”

“Why are you apologizing?” he searched her eyes, “I was just making sure. I only want you doing what you genuinely want to.”

“I want to,” she smiled, breaking the tension, “I might not be as good at it, though.”

Harry raised an eyebrow at that, “Oh, I beg to differ.”

Y/N couldn’t help the blush spreading on her cheeks. He always made her feel so hot and exposed with the way he looked at her, not to mention the subtle and not-so-subtle things he’d tell her, “I meant I’m a lousy cook– but, good to know.” She winked at him and turned to enter the kitchen and Harry’s other brow joined up in a surprised expression. She was full of surprises today.

“It’s just pizza. I’m kind of hoping you’re hungry and won’t be able to tell the difference either way,” she laughed and Harry couldn’t suppress another smile. He’d never had anyone cook for him. He’d done that for her because he knew humans liked to be wined and dined and that’s one way of showing affection towards them, but he never thought he’d be at the receiving end of it, “I even gave Eddie some chorizos I chopped up for the pizza. I’m not sure if you usually feed him dog food and last night was an exception, but he seemed hungry and I didn’t want to call just to ask that. You did mention you were busy…”

Harry didn’t know how to handle the intensity of all he was feeling. She was being so considerate. He looked over to his nephew who seemed to be very content and properly pampered, and then to the pizza sitting on the middle of the small round table she had in her just as small kitchen- and the two plates she’d set out for them, and he felt his heart ache. In the best way.

He wanted to kiss her and dote on her and at the very least, have her sit in his lap while they ate- but he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands to himself if he did and he wanted to show his appreciation. So he sat down when she gestured for him to do so and watched her slice the pizza and serve him a hefty one.

The truth was, Harry was hungry, he’d not had time to eat anything the whole day with how he’d rushed to get everything done. So after she sat down after placing a slice on her own plate, he dug in and asked for another before Y/N could even finish chewing her second bite. 

It wasn’t bad- Y/N didn’t think so, but it wasn’t so good that she’d have ever imagined Harry inhaling it the way he did, “Oh, my. That’s quite the appetite.”

Harry knew she probably wasn’t used to people eating as fast and even as much as he did, but he also knew she ate very little herself so he wasn’t feeling too guilty when a little while later, Y/N was struggling to finish her second slice and he was finishing off the rest of the pizza. 

She really couldn’t eat another bite, and seeing how he seemed to like it so much, she leaned across the table and fed him the last bit she had left. Harry happily accepted, making sure to grab her hand by the wrist and kiss every one of her fingertips, “Thank you. I was quite hungry indeed.”

She chuckled, trying to come back to her senses after his loving gesture, “Yeah. I could tell. I’m glad. Shall we go? I’m excited to see your place, not gonna lie,” she beamed.

Harry was happy to see her so excited about this. Setting aside his own apprehension about it, the fact that she wanted to go into his den spoke volumes about how open she was to taking things further with him. She wanted to be in his presence just as much as he craved hers, and the thought of having her all to himself behind closed doors on what was essentially now his territory made him quite excited as well. More than excited by the way he was swelling up in his pants already in anticipation.

He knew of course that she still hadn’t finished her period, but by the scent he could pick up on her he could tell it wasn’t nearly as heavy a flow as the previous day. Which probably meant she was nearing the end of it and maybe also that she’d soon finally let him stick his nose against her clit and his tongue in her pussy.

Yes, he was quite ready for dessert. 

*

Stepping into his apartment, Y/N was surprised. She didn’t know what she was expecting, but for some reason, it wasn’t this. The space was very nicely decorated, but it was such a far cry from his cabin that it was taking her a moment to recognize that Harry was, in fact, also a far cry from the mysterious man in the woods she’d met initially. 

Of course, there had been signs- his designer clothes, his cars, but this apartment was really something else.

But it was nice. It was much nicer than Y/N’s and it was bigger. It had large windows, a nice kitchen (with a dishwasher!), and even a small terrace overlooking the forest. The view was incredible. 

She walked around and looked at the walls where there were bare nails sticking out, a spot where a frame had been taken down. She noted the tchotchkes that were scattered in a large built-in bookshelf in the wall that led into the dining area. He had ceramic figurines of sports players, a family of peanut people with top hats and canes, and even various kinds of wolves. There were also medical books and books on naturopathy, which could explain Harry’s understanding of what to forage to help her with her wounds when she’d been injured.

Harry noticed her scrutiny right away. Of course, she’d know this place wasn’t him. She already had a good sense about him and this place didn’t quite fit. So, he decided to distract her, “I’m, uh, actually planning on moving. I’m thinking of buying a house in the city. I’ve known this for quite a while now so that’s why it’s not fully decorated- I figured it wasn’t worth the time and money if I was gonna move out soon, anyway.”

This was his idea of not fully decorated? Her own place must’ve seemed like a sad joke to him, “I think it’s lovely. Looks really homey. Not your typical bachelor pad.”

Not to say that it looked as though a woman lived in it, either. But it was much different to some of her exes’ places if anything. 

“Thank you.”

Harry showed her around and was wary of Edward following around too much when this was supposed to be his home. He shot him a look, urging him to go sit on the sofa in the living room and his nephew complied, he was getting sleepy as it was.

Y/N turned to find Harry standing very close. She looked up at him as he took her overnight bag from her hand, bringing it to the bedroom. Y/N followed. Still taken aback by the whole place. It just hadn’t been what she envisioned, though, she seemed to have gotten him pegged wrong from the start.

“Oh! A picture of Niall…” Y/N said as she picked up the frame off the dresser. 

Harry turned and realized he had forgotten to put that away. He shook his head, “Yeah, he gave that to me as a gift. Thought it was funny so I just kept it up,” another lie.

At least it was a picture of someone Harry knew. That did seem like something normal, somewhat.

Harry led her out to the balcony with a loveseat and small table. He turned on the little twinkle lights.

“This view is amazing. I bet you love just sitting here and looking into the woods from this perspective. It’s so high up. I’ve never seen it like this before,” Y/N stood and leaned over the railing taking in the sight. Even with the sun having gone down, the moon shone over the forest and lit up the trees and dark woods from above.

Harry sat down and watched the girl take it in. He really did like the view, though he didn’t get to see it as often as she thought, being that this was Niall’s balcony. He much rathered the view with her in the middle of it, though. Especially with her plump ass front and center.

Y/N eventually joined him on the loveseat and they quietly enjoyed the night sky and the viewpoint of the preserve from their spot. Well, Y/N enjoyed it. Harry tried not to stare but he couldn’t help himself. He loved her profile and how she seemed so entranced by the forest. He’d always admired her love for nature and her innate connection to it, but he also felt quite aroused as well. Just having her here in “his place” where he knew they’d be sleeping next to one another again had him struggling to keep his erection down. 

Now, Harry was usually pretty horny naturally. As a single, male alpha… he had a very high sex drive and so that was normal. But what wasn’t normal was how intense it had been lately. His assumption was that it was because of Y/N. Just her presence, the heat from her body, her scent… 

Silence surrounded them. It was comfortable and satisfying sitting next to one another overlooking the forest together. 

Taking the spectacular panoramic view of the preserve in, her mind wandered off to what was happening deep within it, and what Karl had told her before Harry picked her up at the station. She remembered the sense of urgency she had upon hearing about all that, and how she wanted to reach out immediately and make sure Harry was alright. His cabin was right smack in the center of all that wolf hyperactivity. But it was just a matter of luck and good timing, otherwise, she was sure he wouldn’t be standing next to her right now, unscathed, and none the wiser, since nobody knew about him and his cabin. Because she’d kept it a secret instead of doing the right thing.

Harry could sense her change in demeanor, “What’s on your mind?”

Y/N cleared her throat, avoiding eye contact, “I heard that there was something going on in the forest. Wolf hyperactivity. Attacks. Maybe a couple of different packs of wolves feuding. Supposedly there was a lot of blood, but no bodies recovered.”

Harry perked a brow and frowned, “Oh? Who told you this?”

“My co-worker Karl. They found traces of whatever was left of the attack. He said it was good, perhaps, that I couldn’t patrol during the time I was on office duty. That it seemed to be a bit dangerous right now…”

He nodded and responded with a grunt. 

“Have you been to the cabin lately?” Y/N turned her body to look at Harry in question.

“It’s been a bit. Haven’t been around during any wolf activity as far as I know. If that’s what you’re asking.”

She nodded, “Yeah, I’m… I’m just worried. Maybe it’s best for you to stay away from the cabin for the time being? Just to be on the safe side.”

Harry stared at the girl in amusement, “Are you worried that I’ll be attacked by wolves?” He wasn’t in the least worried about the lesser, unevolved species. When he was in his shifted form, he was as large as a Kodiak bear, with impenetrable skin, and unmatched speed. A pack of wolves was no challenge for him.

“I am. Your cabin is so deep into the woods, and off the trail. That’s wolf territory. That’s where they are most active. You remember what happened to me and I got lucky that they were scared off by you. But I’m sure of it, those wolves that approached me were involved in this because it’s not a common thing... And those wolves roam close to your cabin, Harry.”

His features softened from amusement to gratitude. This girl cared for him. She wanted him to keep safe. She was sharing with him knowledge about possible danger in order to keep him unharmed. It was the first time Harry had really felt such concern and care from anyone.

Being an alpha, he never had much to worry about. He could shift and take out nearly any obstacle with ease. He was amongst the largest of the wild beasts in his shifted form, and far stronger than any of them. He never needed anyone to care and worry for him. And nobody had. Everyone knew that he could fend for himself and no harm could come his way. It was implied that he was the one to be feared, not the other way around.

But having this sweet and fragile human with her smooth skin and big round eyes having any concern for his wellbeing, well… Harry was stunned. His heart fluttered in gratitude of the feeling of being cared for. A feeling so novel to him. Someone actually thought of him and worried about him. Y/N thought of him and worried about him. Wanted him safe. Wanted him whole. 

“I’ll hold off going to the cabin until you let me know it’s safe. Thank you for telling me,” Harry was feeling soft warmth emanating from his core. A fuzzy and comfortable feeling he’d never experienced. This girl was doing things to him that he’d never had the honor of experiencing. He’d only ever heard of them from others lucky enough. He felt like he could purr.

“Good. I just… I would worry about you so much if you went to your cabin right now. When Karl told me about the attacks I wanted to call you right away to make sure you were safe…” she trailed off.

Harry reached over and took her hand into his. He needed to be in contact with her. He was overwhelmed with delicate emotions he rarely got to experience.

“My predecessor… the ranger I replaced… he was killed in one of these attacks. Quite viciously so. Because he didn’t keep his distance, although he knew better… But he was convinced something was amiss since wolves are not naturally like this. So he went poking his nose where he shouldn’t have, and ended up killed to the point he was barely recognizable when they finally found him in an extensive search party… “

Harry raised an eyebrow at what she was telling him. So she knew about that. And even so, she’d gone looking and trekked up to his cabin, not once, but twice. She was quite the brave little thing. If a bit reckless.

“Karl told me something that really stuck with me. He said this is their territory, the wolves’. And he warned me not to be a hero. So I’m saying the same to you. The way you saved me when I was cornered was so brave, but it could’ve ended up so badly for you. I’m so grateful that you did that… but I can’t help but think- what if they hadn’t backed off? What if I had to watch you get torn to pieces? The way you just confronted them– I dunno if that came from an adrenaline rush or what, but please, don’t try that again. If you ever come across wolves just go the other way as quietly as possible. Usually, they mind their own business unless threatened. But I’m beginning to think the ranger before me was right… that’s unusual behavior for wolves to just attack like that… They’re wild animals, though, at the end of the day. And they’re unpredictable… Promise me you’ll stay safe?”

Harry felt his heart swell in his chest at that. He was overwhelmed by the feeling of being cared for in this manner. He never thought something like this could make him feel his way- instead of being offended by her lack of confidence in his ability to fend for himself and protect her, he felt gratitude for her concern for his wellbeing. After all, she didn’t know what he was and that this was of no concern to him- least of all the mutts that tried attacking her that were just regular wolves. She didn’t know his true power. She thought of him as just Harry- the man that selflessly saved her life. And it made him feel small, for maybe the first time ever. That man would’ve been a bigger hero than what he actually was. For the first time, he wished he was just that. A man.

“I promise. Unless it’s to protect you,” he squeezed her hand and watched her smile in relief. He wished he could be the man she thought he was. Instead… he was the very thing her colleague had warned her of. He’d lured her into his lair, and she blindly followed him. Mistaking him for her savior, when in fact… he was the predator.

The moon was a waning crescent, but very bright. So bright that any stars near were not visible. Harry sighed and felt the need to share something with her. A truth. It was a way for him to feel a little better about all the lies he’d been telling her, but also to allow her in a little more.

“The cabin was my father’s. Built before that part of the land was federally protected, he’d inherited it from his father before him. That’s why there’s no bathroom or running water. It was just meant to be a place of solitude. Of quiet. A place no one else would ever find. My father, brother, and I were the only ones that knew about it. We’d hunt and then stay at the cabin. Or we’d just go to be alone. And that’s what it is to me today. A place of rest. To be away from everyone.”

Y/N watched Harry as he spoke. So it was built before that part of the preserve was federally cordoned off. It made some sense. She still had questions but this was something. She thought Harry had built it there as some kind of hideout for his illegal dealings. Perhaps she’d been wrong. 

Harry looked at her with a smirk, “It was a place of quiet. That is until you happened upon it,” he tugged at her hand he was still holding and she pulled away, laughing.

“Oh really? So now it’s ruined because someone was just doing her job?” She felt a small bit of guilt at that. She found it because she’d used the chip to locate Eddie’s near-location. Something she had yet to tell Harry.

“I wouldn’t say ruined. But very few people have ever known about this place and now you you know of its location. All because you were stalking me.” Harry grinned and then looked back out to the forest.

“Was not! Oh, come on. If anything you were stalking me. That day at the lake? Yeah…” Y/N leaned back into the seat and set her gaze toward the darkness of the woods with a small smile.

Harry chuckled as he stretched his arms out, one going over the seatback behind her, and shifted himself so he could get closer to the girl sitting next to him. She turned to look at him as he was adjusting his position and moving in closer to her.

“Are you making a move on me, Harry?” She giggled.

“What if I am?” 

“Well, you’re kind of being coy. Are you trying to be a gentleman?”

“I’m always a gentleman, aren’t I?

“I wouldn’t say that after this morning.”

“What do you mean?” Harry moved his hand to the back of her neck, softly rubbing at the nape of her hairline.

“I just mean… well… you know,” Y/N laughed.

“No. I don’t. Tell me. What did I do that wasn’t perfectly gentlemanlike?”

Y/N hoped he would just catch her drift. But of course, here he was making her spell it out for him, though she knew he was teasing. He knew exactly what she meant.

Leaning in and speaking low she said, “You finished all over me this morning,” her words came out in a small laugh.

Harry smirked and with his free hand he rubbed the edges of his lips and then brought his hand down to her knee, his other hand still at the back of her neck now gently squeezing, “If I recall correctly, you asked me to. I was just doing as I was told.”

Y/N snorted a laugh but bit her lip at the proximity. God how she wished she wasn’t on her period still (she’d even checked before leaving her apartment, hoping that there was nothing, but the small bit of blood told her she was still at the tail end).

“What’s funny? Was it funny when you wiped my cum and sucked it into your mouth?”

Y/N’s smile faded and she shook her head with her eyes rounded. His quiet, deep voice was sending shockwaves down her spine. 

“No? Well was it funny when I nipped at your breast? Did it leave a funny mark?” Harry licked his lips, enjoying the way Y/N began to squirm in her seat just a little.

Y/N shook her head again, “No,” the word peeped out of her mouth.

“Well, then what was it, kitten? Tell me what was funny. Tell me what I did that wasn’t perfectly chivalrous.”

“Harry-” Y/N’s words came out in a breath and Harry swallowed thickly at her plea. God, she was so good for him. 

“What? Tell me what it is you want to say.” Harry’s hand on her knee began to move upward slowly, leaving goosebumps in its path up to the hem of her shorts. 

She looked down at his hand and then back to him, “Let’s go to bed. It’s late.”

Harry’s brows shot up, not expecting her to move it to the bedroom but he was on board. He stood quickly and pulled Y/N up. Walking back inside from the balcony into the bedroom, Harry drew the girl into his arms and pressed his lips to hers. He moved her to the bed and climbed over her body, his lips attaching to her neck in bruising nips.

Harry pushed himself up and brought his hands down to the hem of her shirt, “Let’s see that funny mark I made, shall we?”

Y/N smiled and nodded as she watched him lift her shirt and then take his time, moving his fingers over her stomach and up to her rib cage, thumbing at the bottom of her bra-covered tits.

But he paused when he realized she was still wearing the necklace with his rings on the chain, lying in between her breasts. Harry lifted the rings up and looked at Y/N. She wanted it to be known that she was his. Maybe she didn’t realize it but this was an act of positing. Even if she was wearing the necklace under her shirt, she was conceding to being his with this gesture and claiming him as hers. 

Harry felt his chest pinch again. He had the most perfect mate before him… but she was human. Which meant in order to protect their bond and their relationship, he had to continue lying to her. There was no other way. Disclosing their secret was absolutely forbidden and would’ve gotten her killed off by his kind- try as he might to protect her. This capital rule had no exceptions. Had there been any leeway, people would’ve known of their existence and not just pegged it for a myth, a fable. And even if he were to tell her the truth… she’d never want him. She couldn’t possibly ever love a monster. 

“This is so pretty on you, Y/N. Want you to keep them on,” he spoke quietly as he laid the rings back down over her chest.

Y/N bit her lip. She kind of hoped he’d let her wear them for a bit. Though she knew the rings were expensive, clearly he wasn’t missing them as he’d already replaced the rings with different ones in their place.

Harry raised his brows as he began to slip his thumbs under her bra, “Hold on,” she said as she angled herself upward to unhook it. It would be easier for him to see and more comfortable for her to have her bra off completely.

Y/N slid her shirt off and then promptly got rid of the undergarment, to which Harry just sat back and watched as her soft breasts were set free. 

He put his hands onto her smooth skin and she laid back as he inspected his work, “Would you look at that? A funny mark. Just the size of my mouth right here,” he ghosted his finger over the bruised spot on the underside of her boob before dipping down to kiss it.

Y/N inhaled deeply and closed her eyes. She hated that she was on her period. No, despised it. Especially in that moment. But she had another idea. Something else she’d been wanting to do.

Harry gave her breasts ample attention, licking and sucking, flicking and thumbing at each. She was shivering under him. The intensity of his desire for her was felt to her core. She couldn’t explain it but she felt it and she wanted him. All of him.

He began to pull at her shorts to slip them down slowly. Y/N watched as he dragged them off her body until all she was left in were her panties. 

Harry groaned at the sight and put his hands over her hips and squeezed before pushing her thighs apart. And just as he was about to duck down to put his mouth near the fabric of her panties Y/N sat up abruptly, stopping him, “Harry…” she warned with brows raised.

Harry let out a sigh of disappointment and sat back with a frown. He knew that she was still menstruating, of course, he could still smell it on her, but he hoped he’d successfully coaxed her into letting go of the silly notion that this was deterring him in any way. He’d googled a bit about this after she refused him in the morning, just to make sure it wasn’t that unheard of doing this to your partner while on her period- and apparently as long as she was wearing a tampon everything was perfectly sanitary even for their human standards. Of course, Harry would’ve preferred her not wearing any at all but that would’ve been pushing the envelope for her, even he could recognize that. As it was though, he didn’t see why she was resisting this so much. “Y/N, look at you… fuck. You need it, kitten. I can tell. Please. My mouth is watering…” He kept his hands at her hips over her panties and Y/N felt the smallest whimper fall from her lungs. She hadn’t meant to but she was feeling frustrated as well. 

“Next time we see each other. Okay? I promise. But right now… I just… I’m not comfortable with that. But…” She sat up further and gently pulled at his belt loop, “I could give you a little something. Something I’ve been curious about doing.”

Harry closed his eyes and felt his beast grow, as well as his cock. He had wanted to be a gentleman with her, wanted to show her what he could do, be good to her, and make her feel good. But now she was the one initiating and asking for nothing in return. How was he going to be able to control himself?

He brought a hand up to her jaw and looked at her intently, “Something like what?”

“I would really like to have you in my mouth. If you’re okay with that,” her small little smirk at the end was all it took to have Harry’s dick as hard as possible. She was being a little naughty, a little playful. He liked that.

Harry growled and tilted his head back. If he was okay with that. He took a deep breath before looking back at her as she slowly began to undo his button and then the zipper. She looked like she was opening a wrapped gift, anticipation in her eyes, shaky hands.

Harry put his large hand over hers, “You want to suck me off?” His eyes bored into hers. He was controlling his urge to just hold her down and lap at her pussy anyway. He could tell she was turned on, aroused, and he knew he could make her feel good. If she’d just give in… But he’d been warned that that kind of behavior wasn’t acceptable in the human world. If she said no, well, then, he’d have to abide. But it killed him because he could smell it in the air around them and she’d been marked by him with bruises on her neck and her breast. She was even wearing his rings hanging off her precious neck. She was already his. If she were one of his kind she wouldn’t be saying no to him and he’d get to satiate his hunger and fuck her with his tongue.

Y/N moved her eyes to Harry’s and nodded, “Please?”

Harry blinked and he nearly lost it at her tiny, please. How could he deny her if she wanted it so badly? When she begged him like that?

And he could use another release at the hands of his human. 

Harry leaned back and helped her pull his pants down. He kept his eyes on her and her tits with the rings dangling off the chain in between as she moved to peel his jeans down his legs. 

And he was solid and thick as he could be already. Y/N swallowed and looked up at him as she placed herself in between his legs, staying on her bent knees and putting her hands on his thighs. Harry pulled his t-shirt off and over his head and cupped her cheek in his palm, “Because you asked so nicely. See what you do to me?”

Y/N’s lips parted and she nodded. She kept her eyes on Harry as she grasped onto his thick circumference and leaned over his tip to spit over him before smoothing her saliva down his hard length. She had to spit a few times to cover the expanse of him and Harry was already groaning as she continued to work him with her hand, preparing him and herself for what was about to happen.

And now, with her eyes on his big cock she felt the daunting task before her closing in. He really was very big. She’d slept with a handful of guys and all had been average in size, pretty comparable to one another, perfectly fine. But she also had seen porn and knew how large some men could be. Sometimes it seemed exaggerated how thick and long they were. But then there was Harry. In the flesh, right before her eyes. Far bigger than she’d ever seen. She moaned at how beautiful he was when she leaned down to kiss his tip and Harry keened, sucking in a sharp breath as the rings on the necklace swayed and softly tapped against his balls. She hadn’t even done much but Harry was already being knocked over the edge.

Y/N kept her hand pumping along his shaft as she tongued at his slit and looked up at him. She could tell he was really liking it. She’d barely even gotten started and he was mumbling and panting already. She smiled as she flattened her tongue over the skin on the underside of his cock and licked upward toward his head, flicking and swirling around the top. 

Harry had never seen anything so hot in his life. His girl with his cock in her hand and her tongue licking at his tip while her eyes were on him and her tits bare for him to see. His mouth dropped open as she wrapped her lips around him and swirled her tongue over his tip. She’d rendered him silent at that. 

Y/N wasn’t sure how she’d fit him in, but she’d give it a go. In fact, she was almost positive, she wouldn’t be able to take him all the way down her throat. He was so thick and long. Just putting her mouth over his head and slipping her lips down past his frenulum was a feat. But she wanted to make him come again. Loved how he felt in her mouth, even if he was thick. Her tongue glossed along his smooth skin and the ridges along his cock had her squeezing her thighs tight.

Moving her mouth down further, she slacked her jaw as much as possible but it was quite difficult to keep her teeth away from him.

Harry carded his fingers into her hair and gathered her strands to the side so he could get a proper look. He’d imagined it so many times and now it was really happening. She had her pretty soft lips wrapped around his cock, and it only made it appear even bigger, which he somehow found very amusing. Watching her struggle to take him had his heart pounding. His little human was giving it her all and it was absolutely the best blow job he’d ever had, hands down. It didn’t matter if she couldn’t take him all the way, that only made it hotter for Harry.

“Don’t worry if your teeth get me a little, oh ffffuckk…” She sucked particularly hard when he started to give her guidance and he groaned at the way his skin was pulled into her mouth.

Y/N pulled her lips off him as Harry kept his fingers in her hair, “I’m trying really hard not to, but you’re just so big, Harry. Is it okay?”

Harry clenched his jaw and nodded, “Fuck, kitten. It’s perfect.”

Y/N grinned at him and licked her lips to get back to it. Opening wide she lowered over him again and led with her tongue as she smoothed it down his cock and deep into her mouth as far as she could take it until her gag reflex began to activate.

He tasted nice and he smelled even better. She’d never sucked someone off and enjoyed the way they tasted and smelled as much as this. Harry’s cock and the hair around his base all smelled very natural and clean to her. Very pleasing. 

Y/N moved a hand down as she sucked him and grazed her fingertips over his balls. His balls were also pretty. Just like his cock. They were full and tight against his body.

She felt his fingers tighten in her hair as she got him a touch deeper. Her saliva was dripping out of her mouth and down his shaft and over the hand she had working his base, as she palmed his balls with her other hand.

Harry started to breathe deeply and rhythmically. His body was beginning to flush with heat and his heart was going wild in his chest. She had her eyes closed as she worked to take him down her throat and every time she gagged a little and swallowed around his tip he could feel his precome leak out a bit.

Harry suddenly bucked upward into her mouth as he gasped when she squeezed his balls just a bit. He loved it - he couldn’t control his movements. But it did cause Y/N to gurgle and he felt her teeth slip against his skin, which he also didn’t mind if he were being honest. In fact, he’d never had a blowjob where some teeth weren’t involved. He was too big for it not to happen and he felt like it was a kind of badge of honor. 

“Sorry, kitten. You’re doing so well. Couldn’t help it.”

Y/N blinked her watering eyes and lifted off of him with a smile as she caught her breath for a bit. She looked back down at his cock covered with her saliva and kissed the vein on the underside and upward toward his head before putting him back into her mouth, sucking and lapping at him.

“Oh fffuck… good girl.”

Y/N moaned at his praise and looked up at him. His irises were getting lighter, brighter around his enlarged pupils but then he suddenly closed his eyes and pushed her head down the smallest bit. He wanted her deeper so she lowered herself as much as possible, gagging around him, more tears falling from her lash line and onto her cheeks. But she enjoyed this. She liked that he seemed to love it so much.

There was no way she’d be able to take his full length. She kept her hand at work at his base as she used her lips and her tongue and her throat to the best of her ability.

When she felt Harry begin to tremble the slightest she sucked harder and tried to move along his shaft as quickly as her neck allowed. She realized the rings on the necklace were swaying as she increased her speed. She couldn’t wait to drink him down. 

Harry’s grip on her hair began to hurt just a little but she wouldn’t stop him. He was clearly enjoying what she was doing. And she was enjoying the sting of it too, if anything, it spurred her on.

Harry was simply gone. He had to keep his eyes closed because he felt himself begin to tip and he knew his irises would give him away. The wet sound of Y/N’s mouth over him and her soft gurgles as she got deeper were so hot. Harry was losing control with her. He knew he was holding her hair quite tight but it was the only thing keeping him sane. The way his cock was being engulfed in the wet heat of her mouth had him imagining what it might feel like to have it stuffed into her pussy. And the smell of her own arousal and her saliva thick on his shaft and dripping down into his pubic hair was so delicious.

“Oooh… perfect, yesss… fuck me!” Harry praised. He was trying to keep himself together and not give in to his typical response to being sucked on. He wanted to press her back down into the mattress and fuck her mouth, cram himself down into her throat as far as he could go, then place his large palm overtop of it to feel himself invade her esophagus and watch as she gagged. But he didn’t think she could handle him like that. And watching her was out of the question because it was too risky with his eyes glowing golden no doubt.

Harry’s slight thrusts into her mouth and his quivering body told her he was close. She squeezed her eyes shut tight as she gave it her all, taking him further than she thought was possible and choking before pulling up a few inches for air. She kept her mouth and her hand working him, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked and then continued trying to get him deeper.

“Holy fuck… I’m gonna come, kitten, right there!” Harry coughed out a loud moan and threw his head back, fucking himself upward into her mouth, unable to stop himself as he felt her suck hard and swallow around his tip. Harry’s hips stuttered as heat poured from his slit, coating her mouth and throat.

Y/N choked him down as his warm come flooded into her. She felt her clit pulse and her pussy clench at the noises he was making. Even though it was rather uncomfortable having his cock so deep in her throat she loved this. She loved that she had done this to him. He was a blubbering mess, shaking and whining as she milked him of every drop. 

Moaning around his cock she pulled up, keeping her lips wrapped around him as he continued to pour himself into her. She did her best to swallow all of him, but his load was quite immense. He had come a lot. Kind of like he’d just done that morning, spraying his come all over her body the way he had. He must have been so pent up and needed a release to ejaculate as he had. Or maybe it was a sign of how healthy and virile he was. 

When Harry’s hips stilled and his moans quieted, he released her hair from his grip and gently brushed at her temple, the ache in his fingers alerting him he must’ve lost control there for a bit. He’d tried his best to keep himself in check for her sake, but she just knew how to push all his buttons. He was still breathing heavily and his body was practically dissolved into the bed below him. 

Y/N brought her mouth off of him and then licked up and down his shaft to get the rest of his come. She had some kind of need to make sure none of it went to waste, which normally she couldn’t be bothered with. But with Harry, it was as if his sperm was sacred. 

Harry kept his eyes closed as he allowed his brain and his body to sync back up. He could feel her soft tongue licking him up and he adored the way it felt. Loved that she wanted to lick all of him up and swallow it down. His kitten.

When she was satisfied that she’d cleaned him all up she sat up and put her hands on the insides of his thighs with a proud smile. She scraped her fingers down over his wolf tattoo and along the other side.

Harry opened his eyes and saw the look on her face. She should be proud. She was so pretty too, sitting there in between his legs in just her panties and the necklace along with the small marks on her neck and the one he knew was under her breast that he couldn’t see from his angle. Her face was red and her lips swollen and still wet. She looked like she was all his.

Harry pulled at her hand so she would lay over him and he brought her face to his, pressing his mouth over hers. He put a hand on her bottom and squeezed, feeling her naked breasts and his rings push into his chest. 

Y/N smiled into the kiss and felt Harry’s cock still hard under her hip. She just knew he was the kind of guy who could go until she was satisfied. It was a good sign that he didn’t go soft immediately after orgasm. She imagined riding him long after he’d already come and him bringing her to climax over and over again because of how hard he stayed for her. 

Y/N’s eyes were hooded and Harry could smell how turned on she was. He knew she was ripe for the taking, but he would wait for her permission first. She promised him next time. He could wait if that’s what she wanted. Harry recognized that his little human was the kind who would go after what she wanted, especially in the heat of the moment. The only thing holding her back was her own boundaries of which he was careful not to overstep. That’s one thing he loved about her, after all. Her stubbornness and the way she defied him at times. He wasn’t used to being told no, but when she did it, for some reason it just made him want her more.

Harry pinched her bottom, just under the fabric of her panties and she giggled, trying to push him away but he tightened the grip of his arm draped over her back.

“Mmm… where do you think you’re going? Can’t escape me,” Harry laughed as he pinched her again causing her to laugh loudly and thrash in his arms.

Y/N pushed herself up a bit more and looked down at her man. Yeah, she felt like he was hers. She dipped back down to kiss him, slower this time, really savoring it, and he responded in kind.

She didn’t want to escape him. 

*

Harry jumped out of bed at the dreadful sound. Never in his life had he been so rudely awakened, and he already had Niall’s funeral proceedings planned as he started inspecting for the source of the sound. Was this some sort of a prank? Was it a fire alarm? Was it neighbors? What was–

Y/N groaned loudly, fumbling for her phone on the nightstand before she realized it wasn’t there- neither the phone nor the nightstand. Standing up abruptly, she remembered where she was and most importantly- remembered she’d left her phone in her backpack at the entrance. 

She heard Eddie bark and growl, which was a rare occasion- she’d very seldom heard him emit any sort of sound.

Getting up, she noticed Harry was already awake since he wasn’t in bed but he quickly came into view as she made her way down the hallway. He was stark naked and shushing the pup that was growling at the backpack and probably meaning to shred it to pieces by the looks of him.

“Ugh. Sorry. I’ll turn it off–”

Y/N hurried to fumble for her phone and made sure she didn’t accidentally snooze the alarm. It was quite loud- simply because she was a sound sleeper, and she needed something guaranteed to wake her up for work.

Harry frowned watching her turn it off, “Aren’t you going to answer it?”

“Answer it?”

“The phone call.”

“Oh– oh, it wasn’t, it was just my alarm, silly,” she giggled taking in his confused expression.

“Alarm?”

“Yeah. What, don’t tell me you’re one of those that wakes up naturally in the mornings.”

Harry was growing more and more confused, “...What if I am?”

Y/N scoffed smilingly, “Of course you are. You could’ve turned it off, you know. I don’t mind you going through my stuff- not that it’s ever stopped you before,” she added, tongue in cheek. “Especially since it seemed to have upset Eddie,” she pouted, crouching and taking the pup into her arms, “Did it scare you, buddy? Hm?” She snuggled him to her chest, rubbing her cheek against its fur.

Harry found it endearing that she thought an alarm scared his nephew, but he left it at that. The sight of her doting on him was having a weird effect on him. One he hadn’t ever experienced before. Usually, he would feel a pang of jealousy at her showering Edward with affection- as puerile as it sounded- but this time around, he looked at the scene before him in a totally different light. 

And he couldn’t allow thoughts like that. Simply because it was something that could never happen.

“Harry?”

He stopped picking at his lower lip, realizing she’d asked him something “Hm?”

“I asked, will you take Eddie out while I get ready for work? I’d join you but you live further away from the preserve and I forgot to adjust my alarm accordingly- I don’t wanna be late…”

“Of course.”

She placed the pup down and made her way back to the bedroom to get her toiletries out of the overnight bag she’d brought along, “And put some clothes on!”

*

When Harry dropped her off at work he saw Nick open the station door as she walked away from his car. He rolled his window down and waved, “Oh, hey Mickey!”

He drove off before the guy could say anything back but he knew by the look on his face that pissed him off. Which brought joy to him. He couldn’t stand the asshole. 

But the further away Harry drove the more his chest pinched and his gut felt heavy. He felt in almost physical pain. His head began to pound. His instinct was to turn back around and bring Y/N back to Niall’s with him. He didn’t want to be without her. His body began to ache when he was away from her. And the thought of her being anywhere near Nick, or any other male for that matter made his blood boil. 

And just before he got back to the apartment it dawned on him what was happening. He was beginning his rut. 

He had been displaying the signs for a few days now. He should have known when he was dreaming of her in his sleep. And how hard he’d come from just her hand and then her mouth when she hadn’t even taken him in all the way. But the way he orgasmed it was quite the lewd scene. She couldn’t even drink it all down in one go. And then of course his incessant need to be around her and mark her… Not to mention the way he felt earlier that morning watching her snuggle Edward in her arms, imagining her with their own pups, knowing full well, rationally, that that could never happen. His rut was accentuating all these urges in him.

He groaned at the luck. He was going to be starting his rut and he wouldn’t have a warm body to get him through this one. No sweet and meek omega to take care of him while he needed release after release this time.

Normally he could slide through his rut without much issue as long as he had a somebody with him. This one, however, he knew would be torture. Because he wasn’t interested in anyone but Y/N helping him through it. It could only be Y/N.

Being an alpha meant that Harry would get his rut about every 4 months. This one had come a bit early. He expected it to happen soon, but not so quickly. He pondered that it was possible this was triggered because of Y/N. Because of his sudden feelings and need for her. Maybe due to her own cycle and hormones even, his body responding to hers as though she were a mate in heat.

And he’d been through ruts where he didn’t have a partner or someone to help bring him through it. While it wasn’t that fun, his ruts had never incapacitated him. He would usually warn everyone to keep their distance, spend his days in masturbating, having food delivered (if he was at his home), running through the woods, and sleeping. 

But now that he’d found Y/N? Someone he wanted to be around and love on. Someone that made his entire body buzz with excitement and a sense of completion he wasn’t sure how he’d handle going through this without at least having her close to him. Even just to have her calming and warm scent would make him feel better. He’d need to go cold turkey until his rut was over.

He just had one problem. Edward. His nephew sat looking at him curiously.

“How would you like to stay with Y/N for a few days? I bet she’d love to have you around.”

Edward cocked his head and puffed out a tiny growl.

“Sorry, little dude. You gotta give me some space for a few days. I’ll tell her to give you extra treats and to leave the TV on the Nickelodeon channel when she’s gone. But you don’t have a choice.”

During Harry’s last rut, poor Edward had to put up with Harry. He rode it out at his cabin but he had no one to take care of his nephew. No one he trusted. Harry’s uncle lived too far away so he was forced to keep Edward during it. The little one wasn’t safe with anyone else. So Harry pushed through. He was irritable, only taking care of himself behind closed doors, and he was going out often to shift and run off his pent-up energy. 

But now his body was craving someone specific. His natural instincts to mate and mark and claim had been going wild since meeting Y/N. And if he was already feeling miserable being away from her for less than an hour, he couldn’t imagine how he’d feel once his rut was in full swing.

He considered calling Niall again for more advice but he knew that he was going to be on his own. He’d push through it like he always did if he was by himself. It would be a hard one, but on the other side, he had Y/N to look forward to and finally being allowed to part her slippery crease with his mouth and dig his tongue into her flesh. 

It would have been so nice, so satisfying to shove his face between her thighs and dine, but he’d have to wait until his rut was over. To his absolute dismay. It would have been too much for her. Harry knew that during his rut he tended to act a bit more like his wolf nature than his human nature. He could be a bit rough. He’d bite her neck and her tits, probably pull her hair, and he’d want her outstretched for him and to be at the ready for his cock at a moment’s notice. He certainly wouldn’t let her go to work. And he’d have a hell of a time controlling his knot with her around. He’d want to knot in her and she wouldn’t be prepared for that. It would probably scare her. And then there was the matter of his eyes…

Instead, Harry started imagining what he’d finally do once his rut was over. He’d have her naked on his bed spread apart for him while he walked around her slowly, assessing her every curve and watching as her breaths got deeper and more rapid. He’d circle her with calculated steps, sizing her up like a predator. And then he’d pounce on her just when she started to wonder if he was going to do anything at all. 

Harry diverted his gaze to his nephew and grunted as he got up to go into the bedroom to be alone. He needed to work out this little fantasy as his dick was already pushing at the front of his pants. His rut wasn’t even technically started yet and he was already having difficulty keeping his thoughts PG. 

Harry grabbed a towel on his way into the bedroom and once the door was closed behind him his pants were pulled off and he crawled up on the bed imagining he was crawling up to his mate, to Y/N. Her scent was still on the sheets and the pillow she laid her head on. He pulled the pillow up to his nose and kneed himself over the towel and began stroking himself, pulling at his cock slowly.

The very second he’d stuff his face into her cunt she’d be gone for him. She’d see just what he could do. He was not worried about all the niceties of the human world when it came to getting nasty. He wanted her smeared all over his face. He’d push his nose into her clit and suck her natural lubrication into his mouth with a big slurp. Pressing his tongue into her entrance to reach in and taste as much of her as possible she’d whine and grab his hair, pull him in further because she’d only want more.

He’d bite the inside of both of her thighs, the softest part, pinching just a little but leaving a bruise and a mark that would make her off limits to anyone that stepped in close to her. If they couldn’t smell his claim on her, they’d be sure to see it.

She’d squirm and beg him for more so he’d go in with his finger and slurp at her hard, keeping his eyes on her face and watch her mouth part and her tongue peek out as she gasped and yelped, and reached out to tug at his roots the way he so liked.

Harry spit the saliva that had gathered in his mouth over his cock and began to pull at himself harder and faster. He ached and his body felt like it was going to crack if he didn’t come soon. He squeezed his eyes closed as he imagined her face and the smile she’d have on her mouth after he’d make her come over and over again. He would too. He would make sure she was a sloppy mess before he fucked her. He’d get her ready properly for his big cock and she’d have to grip onto his forearms as he sunk down into her for the first time. She’d be silent, with her mouth dropped wide open as she felt him enter her cunt adjusting to his size slowly. 

He’d be sure to slip his fingers over her clit gently while he was working her open and she’d shiver and whimper until he could begin languid strokes, moving himself into her and watching his cock disappear into her tiny tight pussy. And he’d have to take it easy on her. She was delicate. Her little opening wouldn’t be used to a man his size, but she’d soon feel how incredible it was to be stuffed with him.

Harry groaned as he felt himself begin to tip. Precome dripped out from his slit as he hastened his strokes, thumbing into his slit, his hips stuttering. He dropped the pillow and angled himself to pour onto the towel as he pumped his shaft and squeezed at his tip. His breaths got heavy and he imagined her turning over for him, her plump ass on display with her pussy lips peeking out from her thighs, dripping and ready for more of him.

Biting his lip to keep quiet he yanked hard and felt his balls tighten with his orgasm. Ropes of come spurted onto the towel under him, one palm down on the mattress to hold himself up and his other hand working his cock to empty himself, imagining he was emptying into Y/N’s fragrant cunt. Just imagining how they would smell together, both of their releases mingled and melted together made his mouth water. 

When he’d drained his cock completely, Harry felt his heart rate slow. He stayed on all fours over the towel for a few moments to gather himself. It was an intense orgasm. One he knew was just a glimpse of what was to come for him in the following days. He couldn’t delay in getting his shit together before his rut began because if he saw her during it he wasn’t sure he could stop himself from giving into his darker desires. 

*

Coming back from patrol that afternoon just before clocking in, Y/N was feeling grand. She’d missed this- missed trekking, missed the forest, missed the big outdoors. And maybe she was seeing everything through rose-tinted glasses, she could admit. She knew it was probably not wise- but she couldn’t help how rapidly her feelings were deepening for Harry. This was well beyond just a crush now. She could barely unlatch him from her when he drove her into work that morning. He was so touchy and seemed so sad to part with her. And she was sad too, to know she’d be going back that evening to an empty apartment. She’d gotten used to his presence, as well as Eddie’s. Again, she knew it wasn’t wise to get attached like this so soon- but she just had no way of stopping herself from falling. 

It really had just been the best day. Nick had barely spoken to her other than to comment that he wondered why her car had been in the lot for two nights and now he knew why. She ignored him. It wasn’t his business and she really just didn’t give a fuck about what he thought of Harry any more. 

She kept the necklace on under her uniform and felt the rings tap against her breasts every now and then, a reminder of what she’d just done with him. And now that her period was pretty much over, she was excited to see him again. She hoped soon. 

She tried not imagining how he’d go about it. Eating her out. She knew he’d do it right. Probably go in like a wild animal. There was something so erotic and animalistic about him. He looked like what sex would look like if sex had a human form, she figured. Laughing to herself about the absurdity of her thoughts, Tom peeped his head into the station just as she was grabbing her things to leave for the day, “I believe the same young man who was here for you the other day is out there waiting for you.”

Y/N perked up. Had he come to see her again? Already? She hadn’t expected it so soon. But she wasn’t going to complain. She hurriedly grabbed the remainder of her items and rushed out the door to see him. He was outside of his G-wagon with Eddie.

“Hey! You just couldn’t stay away, huh?” She teased as she walked up to him.

Harry smiled and looked her over. She was so pretty and so perfect. He’d love to have just stolen her away and kept her locked in his den but he couldn’t do that. And just seeing her was making his senses go haywire. He was feeling immediately satiated yet even more hungry for her. 

And like some kind of magnetic pull, he found himself suddenly wrapping his arms around her and putting his nose behind her ear, and inhaling deeply. He wanted to steal her away. Tie her up and bring her back with him. And he had a feeling she’d be into that. Have her think he was just being kinky with her when in reality he’d have her bound up at his mercy in his den. It would be so easy…

Harry backed away and scratched the back of his neck trying to calm himself before his thoughts got too swarthy, “Ehm… so I’ve got a little business trip I have to go on for a few days and was hoping you’d watch Edward while I’m away.” He looked up at her eyes and he nearly just gave in. Wanted to cave and tell her everything, come clean, carry her to his den and fuck her senseless, knot in her and have her ride him like he’d imagined…

“Oh? Yeah, sure. Just a few days then? Are you leaving tonight?”

Harry shook his head of his thoughts. He was losing it fast. He had to get out of there, “Yeah. I’m going this evening. Here…” he turned and picked up a bag, “some of his things. Snacks he likes. I’ve also got an envelope with cash so you can buy him some food. Just ground beef or chicken, rice, mixed vegetables,” Harry began to breathe heavily. His cock was thickening against his will, “uh… off leash for when you take him outside, and while you’re out for the day at work you could put on Nickelodeon for him. He likes the cartoons and shows they have during the day.”

Y/N put her small hand over Harry’s forearm, “Are you okay, Harry?” She could tell he seemed nervous or a little out of it. He was acting quite unusual.

Harry’s gaze dropped to her lips. The ones that had just been wrapped around his cock and sucked on him, drinking his come down like it was her life force. Harry blinked his eyes and pushed the bag toward Y/N, “Yeah, I’m okay. Sorry. I’ve just got to get going. It’s sort of a last-minute thing I hadn’t expected. But you’re okay to watch Edward for me?”

Y/N nodded and looked in the bag and then watched as Harry picked Eddie up and brought him to her car, placing him into her backseat, saying something to him that she couldn’t hear.

Y/N placed the bag into the other side of her backseat and Harry pulled her into his arms again, kissing her cheek rather hastily, and then practically jogged off to his car and pulled away before Y/N even started her own.

“Well, I guess it’s just me and you Eddie!”

*

Eddie was quite pleasant. He was rather quiet the first night. She let him sleep with her in her bed and she fed him most of his treats a little too quickly. She intended on spacing them out over the few days but he was so cute with his big eyes looking from the bag on her kitchen counter to her. She knew what he wanted. He was a very good communicator for a pup.

And it was strange to her that Harry specifically requested Nickelodeon, but it turned out that Eddie really did like that channel. Y/N thought perhaps it was the goofy-sounding noises from the cartoons and characters that danced around on the screen. Some canines enjoyed the visual stimulation and the sounds. It wasn’t unheard of for pets to watch TV, though they couldn’t possibly understand what was happening, they could enjoy the sounds and the visuals. 

She also learned that Eddie ate a lot more than a typical pup. By far. He was ravenous. Harry had portioned his meals out and placed them in containers but to Y/N, this was easily double what he needed. But he seemed to be in good shape, a healthy weight. If anything, at this age pups usually grow in size quite rapidly, seemingly from one day to the other, yet despite his appetite Eddie seemed to have maintained the same size as when she’d first seen him in the woods that eventful night. But she wouldn’t question Harry’s methods. Perhaps he was still getting used to pet ownership since he took Eddie into his care not that long ago. And she also found that he wanted his food heated, just as Harry said. She tried giving him a portion of his food in a bowl straight from the fridge but the pup just plopped down and looked up at her like she was crazy.

“Are you serious? You really are spoiled aren’t you?”

But it was the next day when Y/N arrived home after work and realized that Eddie was no longer happy. He was whining and standing at the door. She took him outside thinking he must need to go to the bathroom badly, and while he did do his business on the side of the building he still wasn’t happy. She kept Nickelodian on while she made herself dinner but Eddie stayed by her door and pouted. 

She picked him up and brought him into her arms, stroking his fur, “Poor guy. You’re attached to Harry, aren’t you? He’s a special guy, I know. But he’ll be back soon for you. Okay?”

The only time Eddie wasn’t moping was when she was holding him. He also didn’t eat the following morning. That was a first. Because his big appetite the first evening, and even the second evening made her think he was doing alright. She was concerned when he didn’t eat that second morning.

But she had to go to work, even with a whiney and sad pup in her apartment. She was worried. Would Eddie tear her shoes up and pee all over because he was upset? The little guy was sad and missed Harry. She didn’t know what to do to cheer him up.

That day, she decided to take him with her into work. She placed him in the crate in the medical room, the same one Harry had stolen him from that first night, and told her colleagues she was watching it for a friend. She didn’t miss Nick’s side eye when she said that, he’d probably seen the exchange in the parking lot when Harry had asked her to watch the pup for him. 

But what worried her the most was when she came back from patrol and found him staring at Eddie in the medical room. When she approached him, he looked at her funny, “Don’t you think it kind of looks like a wolf pup?”

“Don’t be silly,” she scoffed. But she took Eddie out of the crate and had him sit in her lap while she finished off some office work before clocking in for the day, away from her colleague’s prying eyes.

But as soon as they got back home and he still refused to eat, she really grew worried. She had no choice. She hated to do it but she had to call Harry. Maybe he’d dealt with this before. His not eating was the more pressing issue, but his apathy was also quite concerning for a pup his age. Maybe there was a trick Harry could share with her. 

But he didn’t pick up. The phone rang and his voicemail answered so she left a message as casually as possible - explaining the problem. He didn’t call her back. So she tried him one more time a couple of hours later just before she was about to get into her bed. But this time, his cell phone didn’t ring and it went directly to his voicemail. As if he’d turned it off after she called him the first time. That didn’t feel good. She wondered if everything was okay with Harry.

*

Harry saw her name light up his screen just as he was getting out of a cold shower. He growled and panted as he lifted his phone up. He nearly answered. Just to hear her voice. Maybe he’d wank off to the sound of her. But he knew it wouldn’t stop there. He couldn’t trust himself enough to even so much as talk to her over the phone. If he were to hear her voice he would plead with her to come over, and once he had her where he wanted her, there would be no stopping him. So he shut his phone off. He couldn’t have that kind of temptation. She was only a call away. A warm pussy to fuck and a sweet scent to feed on. The lilt of her voice and the caress of her hands on him… 

It was lucky he’d just got done knotting into his fist or he might have been tempted to answer and beg her to come over. It was a long one this time. It took almost an hour for his knot to subside. But he fucked his fist with lots of lube over and over again until he was soothed. He’d been knotting all day. Which was annoying. He could control when he knotted and when he didn’t but he found that when he let himself knot his release was so much more powerful and the relief he felt once he’d milked himself and his knot went down was incredible. So he was feeling rather sane when he saw her call come in. Which is why turning his phone off was vital. Before he started to feel that rush of heat spread over his balls and groin again. Which would inevitably come soon.

And this rut had been rough. He had the perfect wank material with Y/N, though. Not that he really even needed material in the state he was in, but just imagining her brought him through it. 

Harry didn’t bother dressing either. Walking around Niall’s apartment with a half-hard cock swaying against his thighs felt much better than having any clothes on. Plus he could grab himself and stroke for relief at will this way. He kept a bottle of lube in the bedroom as well, it had become necessary. Normally it wasn’t too much of a problem for him to just use his spit to slick his cock that way, but he was essentially masturbating all day long, and without lube, he’d certainly chafe himself. 

Harry began a new load of laundry. Sheets and towels. He was doing a new load daily because he was making quite the mess. If he wasn’t in the shower coming on the walls and down the drain, he was coming onto the towels or he’d wake up with come on himself and the sheets after having a wet dream about Y/N. 

And the dreams were so vivid. So real. He could smell her, feel her, taste her. Her tits bounced in his face as he sat her on his lap and made her ride him. He’d hold onto her bottom and help her lift upward and then drop back down over him. And because he was so long she would really have to work her thighs. Her legs would shake and she’d cry out as she came around him. And then he’d flip her over and eat her clean. He’d duck his tongue into her ass and lick her sweat up because they’d both be sweating. He’d give her the workout of a lifetime. 

Harry sighed and put his head back into the couch as he began to squeeze himself once again.

“Fuck…” he moaned. He recalled the way her tits looked with the necklace swaying between them and how her eyes watered as she sucked him.

He stood from the couch with his growing cock in his hands as he headed to the bedroom. Which he’d made like a den. Pillows and blankets and towels. Curtains drawn. Harry squirted plenty of lube into his palm and coated his sensitive cock with the slick and stroked himself. He grabbed the pillow she’d slept on, which was slowly losing her scent, and covered it with a towel, standing over it, feet on the floor. He fantasized that he was fucking down into her as she was lying at the edge of the bed. He was already sweating, his own scent filling his senses. He’d just showered too. But he couldn’t help it. His body’s natural reaction was to release his scent from his sweat and cause his mate to go nuts with him. But he was on his own for this one.

He pumped himself over the pillow and inhaled deeply to get any last bits of her scent, “Fuck, kitten. So wet, so plush, and so breedable…” He groaned into the room in shaky breaths. 

He knew he couldn’t breed her, but it didn’t stop him from fantasizing about it. He’d wrap his hands around her neck and fuck her down into the bed, poking her deep with his big cock and make her cry out. It would be a lot for her to take but she’d love it. She would have never had it so good. He couldn’t wait to show her what he could do. 

Harry laid his palm down on the bed, his cock hanging over the towel-covered pillow, his tip grazing the fabric as he lobbed deep tugs up and down to his base, his hips writhing as if he were grinding into her. The feel of the fibers ghosting over his slit made him shiver.

He watched as his tip leaked small streaks of come onto the towel, smearing his sperm into the material as he grunted with each harsh pull and squeeze. He pressed his knees into the side of the bed as his thighs began to quiver, just imagining his sweet human taking him to the hilt. 

Harry gasped as his precome began to leak out faster, the wet spot on the towel where he was pressing his cockhead into felt slippery and warm like he was rubbing one out right against her mouth. She’d open wide and take his load, he’d grab her chin and hold her mouth open so he could see the work as he poured into her.

“Holy fucking shit!” Harry growled deeply and loudly as he burst over the towel, his hips bucking into his fist. His come smeared into his palm and splashed the tiniest bit onto the blanket and then his stomach as he felt his balls swaying with the way he was snapping his hips forward when his knot took again. He smoothed his hand over the sensitive bulb and quickly yanked up and down to empty himself completely. 

It felt good. Thinking of her when he brought himself to orgasm. He didn’t think he could ever imagine anyone else ever again. 

Slipping his hand up and down his swollen cock and knot he continued to give in to his release. He straightened himself out, his first orgasm (of this round) out of the way, he resumed the slow wet, and sloppy strokes, not caring that his come was making a mess on his thighs. He was in the midst of his knot and he knew he was about to be fucking his hand and maybe he’d hump the towel even after getting it wet enough with his come for at least another thirty minutes.

It would be another long night.

*

It was a very long night. Y/N didn’t sleep a wink. Poor Eddie was beside himself. She was relieved she had the day off so she could try and take care of this problem. Eddie had only eaten a few treats here and there, nowhere near his daily intake, and she had half a mind to take him to the vet. The only issue was, she knew Nick was probably right. She’d always suspected Eddie was at least part wolf, and taking him in to get looked at would risk her losing him. She couldn’t even trust their own vet at the station with this. So that left her very few options. She would try stopping at Harry’s since It had been three nights. She didn’t know if he was back or not and he wasn’t answering her texts or her calls. 

So not only was she absolutely beside herself about Eddie, she was very worried about Harry. She could understand that he was busy, but to not call her back at all? She had to at least try. Eddie really missed Harry. And she was growing desperate.

*

Harry was feeling better. He’d been able to enjoy a hot tea and waffles and he’d only masturbated twice in the morning. His head was feeling more level. Perhaps tomorrow he could see Y/N and he’d be all settled by then. He had never had a rut so difficult before. But he was already feeling relief. It was finally coming to an end. Which reminded him he needed to listen to her voicemail and call her back, to let her know he’d be returning tomorrow. Walking into the living area he smelled her. Her scent was strong. Stronger than it had been these past few days but he couldn’t locate the scent in the apartment. 

And it was then he realized, she was near. It was her. He dashed around the apartment to toss the towels into the washing machine and tidy up as much as he could (throwing the tissues away, straightening the blankets and pillow positions on the bed, throwing the lube into the closet), and pulling on a pair of jeans. It was lucky Niall’s place was on the top floor or he wouldn’t have had enough time. But he’d gotten to the most important stuff before he heard a knock at the door.

When he opened the door she was surprised to see him there, “Harry? You’re here?! Oh my god, I was so worried!”

Harry grinned and felt his mouth water. He blinked his eyes and he just couldn’t believe it was her. But why was she here?

Harry pulled her into his arms and he knew he must smell a little. He did shower the night before but hadn’t had the chance that morning and his natural scent was still strong because his rut was not quite over just yet. Which was a problem now that he had his human in his arms, the one he’d been having very depraved fantasies about for days on end. 

“Sorry to worry you.” He said as he closed the door behind himself, keeping her hand in his.

Y/N looked up at him and she was relieved, but she also realized how angry she was feeling about it all, “Why couldn’t you at least have texted me back? How hard was it for you to give me that decency? Harry, I was beside myself and I needed your help with Eddie! He’s not eating and you’ve just been here? What’s going on? What have you been doing that you couldn’t keep in touch with me?” She was riled up. This was a cause for concern. Here he was inside the apartment wearing only his jeans and slightly sweaty, as if he’d been working out. Or doing drugs. Or having sex. None of which were making her feel any better about this whole situation. She needed an explanation, fast. 

Harry licked his lips and tried not to imagine the things he was but her attitude didn’t help anything. He wanted to bend her over the couch and spank her with the way she was speaking to an alpha. 

“I apologize. Please don’t be mad,” he said as cupped her face softly, “I got really sick, couldn’t even go on the work trip, and I didn’t want to call and make you think you needed to take care of me or help so I just… it was dumb. I should have reached out but I didn’t want to admit I wasn’t well. But I’m feeling better today. In fact, I was going to call you here in a bit.”

“You were sick? So you’ve just been here the whole time? I wish you would have called me!” she took note of the state he was in and he did look quite off. He was still handsome, his eyes were glistening, but he was sweating the tiniest bit and his hair was a wavy mess, “You poor thing! Both you and Eddie just needed to be taken care of and-”

Harry cut off her words when he pressed his mouth to hers. He needed to taste her saliva. Needed to have his mouth on hers, “Wished you were here too. But I did not feel well and I didn’t want you to see me like that.”

Y/N pushed at him and looked around the living room. It looked a bit messy for what she’d been used to with Harry. He normally seemed quite tidy. There were a couple of glasses and plates sitting out, a blanket on the floor near the couch, and a stray pillow next to the TV stand.

Harry nuzzled his face into her neck and pushed her further into the room, and then planted his mouth over hers again. He couldn’t help it. He couldn’t stop himself. She was too delectable and she was inside this apartment with a perfectly lovely bed where no one could see or hear them. 

Y/N laughed into his mouth and arched her back away from him.

“Don’t do that. I need you. Please…” He dipped back in for another kiss but she turned her head and giggled.

“But Harry you just said you weren’t feeling well!” She put her hands up to his chest.

Harry shook his head and stuffed his face into her hair and her neck, “I’m already better with you here. I just need a little of your medicine... I want it so bad. Please. I’m gonna feel like a new man as soon as you can let me have some,” his words were muffled as she spoke them into her neck.

Y/N could feel the weight of him leaning into her as he kept her arms around him. It felt like being hugged by someone you hadn’t seen in a long time. Like when her brother returned after being gone for a year on deployment. The feeling of the hug he gave her would never be forgotten. 

And the way Harry was wrapping himself around her like his heart would give out if he had to go without her for even a moment longer, it had her feeling something, Feeling like she needed to help take care of him in some way. Especially with the way he was pleading with her, something she never thought she’d hear come out of his mouth.

“Please. You don’t understand,” Harry spoke and then pulled away to look into her eyes, “You promised me.”

Well, when he put it that way, Y/N was powerless to resist. And the way he was touching her and kissing her, even the way he smelled and looked, was making her weak in the knees. She couldn’t believe how fast she’d gone from being upset at him to dampening her panties, but this was just what he did to her. She knew what he wanted.

“Okay,” she agreed in a small voice. She’d never seen that particular look in his eyes when he began walking her back to where she knew the bedroom was. She felt shivers down her spine with the way he was towering over her and wet his lips in anticipation. He looked like he was about to devour her. 

She had no idea.

A/N: (@fkinavocado and @gurugirl here) Oh we’re pretty sure she’s in for it now  👀

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Good morning, sweet man!

because you've been a real champ answering all these asks about what you love about yourself so beautifully, rightfully and wonderfully bubbie <3 (i'm so proud of you *sheds sweet tears of friendship*) imma switch it up like i always do and so When you get this you have to answer with 5 things you like about both Chris and Sebastian

scream loud, my love <3

Okay I told you this in your DMs but I saw this ask and I laughed and said out loud “oh my god I hate you” 😭 Because how do I pick 5 things I like about THEM? There are so many things and I feel like I’ll sound superficial or not do them justice at all, but for you my darling bubba? I shall do my best 💖😘

And I’m gonna do it under the cut bc it’s become a damn essay

Note: I’m now realizing you meant separately but I did them together because they just go together in everything in my mind 😂

1. Their kindness. To everyone, but fans in particular. It’s more obvious with Seb because he’s always interacted a little more, but godd does that man make me want to weep with how he treats everyone around him? He’s the most precious baby. And with Chris, it’s just obvious from his whole vibe, the way he always talks people up, the way he just radiates love, the way he so clearly expresses how much it all means to him. They’re so open minded and they rarely seem judgmental and I love them for that. 🥰🥰🥰

2. Their commitment & dedication & love for/ to their craft. Some actors do it for the money, for the fame, for idk what. But with both of them you just KNOW they do it because they love movies, they love the craft, they freaking CARE about their characters and put in the effort to translate what’s on the page to screen with so much emotion and dedication. It’s made my heart burst to hear them talk about this all too many times. 💛😭

3. Their passion & love - for a lot of things. Obviously they have space in common. I love love love that about them, the fact that they can become so incredibly dorky and excited talking about it, that they clearly invest time into learning about it more and more, and that they share those things with us. And for Chris, also playing piano or tap dancing or his interest in politics or his love for dogs. Whenever he talks about something (or someone - Dodger) he loves, this man just lights up and and it makes me feel so freaking warm and happy and I’m so happy that he, even if he’s such a private person, still shares those loves & interests with us so freely. And with Sebastian, it’s books & quotes and photography and his love for New York and the love he shows his friends. He’s honestly amazing and so passionate about so many things it makes me all soft and makes me sob. 💛💛💛

4. Their dorky nature. They have no problem being a little silly, act like little kids, do something a little stupid or make fun of themselves. They don’t take themselves too seriously (and they’re so freaking modest), but I love to see Seb do his ridiculous little dances or hear Chris rant about his favorite Disney movies or just see the dumb expressions they pull or listen to the stupid jokes they make bc they’ve not progressed beyond the age of 12 (in Chris’s words), and I love that so damn much.

5. Well I tried to not be superficial but I cannot possibly ignore the fact that they are not just beautiful on the inside, but freaking GORGEOUS on the outside too. I’d say I don’t know where to start, but it’s all in the eyes really 😭😭 I LOVE both Chris’s eyes and Seb’s eyes. So bright and so pretty and I just want to drown in them and I very often do. And I cry about them a lot because it’s just too freaking much for one person to deal with. And then then just, Sebastian’s freaking jawline and that cute little chin and his lanky but strong body and those handsss. And Chris’s arms and that ridiculous chest and that tiny little waist and those handsss. And the HAIR!! We’ve been living in fluffy hair heaven and I don’t ever want it to end. Yeah fuck they’re way to fucking gorgeous and I kinda hate them. 😤😤

6. Okay you said 5 but I cannot, I repeat, CAN NOT possibly leave out their laughs. Their LAUGHS give me so much freaking joy??? I can hear their laughs looking at a photo, and they’re both so freaking infectious, but smiles on these two faces are also so so incredibly beautiful? The eye crinkles & the nose scrunch Seb tends to do, god I’m weak for it. And Chris’s full belly laugh with the boob grab is just the best freaking thing in the world and I want to just see and hear it in person just one time so I can collapse and die happy. 🥺🥺💖💖

Okay I feel like I’ve left so many things out. Like their sheer talent. But I could write ESSAYS on the things I love about them, and I’m so disappointed with myself that I probably left out lots of things I really freaking love about them. Because I love them so much I don’t even know how to deal with it any more, and I think those thoughts are just crowding my brain so much I can’t eloquently express the best things about these boys, but believe me, there are so many things I know I want to add to this like right after I’ve posted this. But thank you for this impossible ask you lovely unhinged madwomen, my sweetest bubba, I love you a whole lot Oula 💕💖💖

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Uninvited Guest (Y! Utsuro x Reader)

tw: stalking, technically "breaking and entering", unlawful surveillance, cyber-stalking, vague threats to other people (not reader), slow-burn

Idea from @dra-and-sdra2-imagine-writer , your Yandere! Utsuro headcanons were 👌 I just made it progressively more aggressive.

It's like he's just trying to get caught at this point.

Imma make more too.

Word Count: 3149

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A lot of strange things have been happening lately. Not all of them are good but you're trying to make the best out of your situation. For a long time, you've been receiving some really weird notes in your locker. Other times, you've found gifts placed in your locker or even creepier, on your front doorstep. Seems like most of the notes you were getting were just printed out, very few of them had the person's handwriting on it. From what you had, you had no idea who it was.

Now neither of these things would be so alarming if whoever left you this stuff would stop figuring out all of your new locker combinations, and... well, know where you lived of course.

You've changed it a dozen times at this point. You explained it to your friends, even reported it to Tsurugi! Due to the nature of the notes and presents being left to you being "non-hostile", people told you to just take it easy. Basically, since you're not being threatened, no one other than you cares that this is happening.

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"You've just got a secret admirer."

"Akane, they broke into my locker. Several times."

"They never took anything right?"

"Right..."

"And they haven't left threats?"

"No."

"Then it's most likely harmless, just relax."

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No one seemed to be taking you very seriously anymore. You've been wanting to figure who it was fast, as it was starting to really creep you out. They'd leave you small things you remarked to friends you wanted to save up for earlier in the week. A lot of the letters they left you often included generic lines of encouragement for tests or class assignments and presentations. Some were just motivation, a sort of pep talk, praising you for even getting out of bed. Those you could deal with and actually had you feeling better about yourself.

"I know you're going to do great today on [This week's assignment/project/presentation]!"

"Don't measure yourself by what you've accomplished today, sometimes getting out of bed is the only thing you can get done. It's ok if you don't accomplish everything you want to, just try not to get too behind and you'll be ok."

=

The ones that bothered you detailed intimate details about your life and your own insecurities.

"Have you heard from your mom lately? Her being overseas must have you worried at least a little bit. I'm sure she wouldn't mind if you call her today. You should try doing that."

"Just because you think you're not worth it, doesn't mean that everyone thinks that way about you too. Please remember that."

=

The ones you dreaded getting contained remarks about close relationships you've had , usually right after a recent breakup. Which, just your luck, you've been getting a lot. In a sick way it was becoming comforting to you to read them, even if it was ingenuine of the writer to send them in the first place.

"They weren't worth the time you gave them."

"You'll find someone better."

"It'll only hurt for a little while, you'll completely forget all about them in time."

"You shouldn't have to cry over someone who wouldn't do the same for you."

"Remember that it's their loss, not yours."

=

The ones you felt actually could prove that this "secret admirer" had ulterior motives were the ones you pressured Tsurugi about most.

"I will make it so they never existed in the first place."

"You won't have to see more posts from them for much longer."

"They will wish for something quick when I get my hands on them."

=

You're starting to believe that Tsurugi thinks you're making parts of this whole thing up, just to get his attention, which is really pushing the importance of this whole ordeal for him to the bottom of his pile of responsibilities.

=

"Tsurugi, can't you do something about this? This shows "hostile" intent doesn't it?"

"Y/N, I'm trying the best I can here. I can't help you if you don't give me enough time to figure it out myself. Please, just stop overloading me, will you?"

"Tsurugi..."

"Give me a break. I'll get to finding this guy when I can. Don't forget that I don't work for just you. I'm helping you as a favor because you're my friend. Don't push me, this stuff takes time."

"....You're right.... I'm sorry for bothering you."

=

Most of your relationships happened online, and you only told a few people about them in the first place. Each time, you told the exact same people. After you do though, your suitors just seemed to lose interest in you and break it off when you thought things were fine. Or you get into a really bad fight that seemingly started from nothing. You've been accused of cheating despite your partner having no proof. The most hurtful ways things were broken off was when your partner would tell you things you never wanted to hear.

=

"I was only dating you to pass the time."

"I didn't really like you to begin with."

"You were just some side chick to me anyways."

"I can find someone ten times prettier than you within a week."

"Did you think I wouldn't end it with you if I found someone better?"

=

Or they just completely ghosted you of course, next thing you know you get a simple text that says "We're over" and they've blocked you on all forms of social media. You'd have to get a separate throwaway account to see that they got with a new girl or guy. You'd see that their new relationship overlapped time they had previously spent with you, and you have to stop yourself from being hurt all over again. These were the kind of things that got under your skin bad and left you in a bad mood for days afterwards.

You hate to think that someone you're close friends with would actually go out of their way to sabotage your relationships but it seemed like more than just a coincidence at this point. Sadly, not only did that mean someone has been seemingly making threats to hurt people for you, but they were possibly cyber-stalking you too.

=

Your dad recently had some security cameras installed around the outside of your two-story home. You weren't really worried about all the break-ins happening in the area before now.

The key word here being "before".

You knew that you could have missed it if you hadn't been paying close attention. The weird notes and random gifts you'd been receiving were the least of your problems now. You tried to tell yourself that you were fine, that nothing bad would happen to you or your family, but this is all becoming too much.

=

It was becoming rather late as you relaxed in your aunt's apartment. She was talking ecstatically to your dad about some party she would be attending next week in another room. Her voice seemed to travel through the thin walls in a way that was almost calming. You let out a yawn, you hadn't planned on staying here this long. You didn't really mind it though, the atmosphere was comfortable and it made your dad happy being around his little sister. She hasn't had visitors in a while and your dad kept checking in on her since she hadn't married yet. He said she was "vulnerable" and the point of being a big brother was to protect the people you cared about. For a moment that made you wish you had a big brother of your own to annoy like your dad does to your aunt.

Your dad entrusted you the "separate remote thingy" as he called it, basically it was a portable monitoring app on his phone that connected straight to the live feed displayed on the cameras set up around your home. He told you to check the cameras around the house every so often and you thought he was just being a little bit paranoid. For the first few hours, you hadn't really seen anything note worthy, besides for the neighbor's dog jumping the fence and roaming in your backyard for a while.

=

After a few hours, it became the only real thing to do. Social media was being boring, nothing important was happening, plus, most of your friends were already asleep by now. It sort of made you feel like a security guard in some regards but you treated it more like a game. You'd set a timer, give yourself 2 minutes to look at every camera view before changing to the next. At around 11, you finally spotted something worth being worried about. As soon as you did a double take of what you saw, you begged your dad to stay the night.

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Someone waltzed right into your house like they owned the place. They knew exactly where your dad hid the spare key. Your father told you that he didn't invite anyone over while you've been gone. When you went home to find nothing had been stolen, you and your father worried that something much darker might be happening.

=

When you went back to review the footage with your father the next day, the both of you realized that wasn't the first time this certain someone made an appearance in your home uninvited. This person has been doing this for months. Despite it being an almost brand new system, it seemed the footage became grainy for the entire time the "man" was in "view". It didn't really help your paranoia or the police that the automatic light on your front porch would only flicker during the times this sinister visitor was entering your home. Whoever it was was always wearing a black hoodie, seemingly knew your house like the back of their hand, and was evading the only form of defense your home had.

=

What's worse is that you've never seen them leave. They must have known the cameras were there, and found a blind spot somewhere to escape. That would account for why their face could never be made out as well, they always had their head turned in a way that blocked it from view. That or they were living in your house during the day without your knowledge. You refused to think about that option.

You left statements with a fellow classmate, Tsurugi, so the matter could be brought under official investigation with your local police department. So far, nothing has really been made of it. Tsurugi told you that you should change the lock and make sure not to leave out an extra key just in case. Being a cop, you think his advice would help, but you were starting to believe that you may never be able to keep them out.

=

That made you feel ok enough to stay in your own bedroom at night, but you refused to go to sleep until that "feeling that something was about to happen" went away. You would wait, for many hours you'd wait for that sick feeling your stomach to just fucking leave so you could sleep in peace. It felt like you were being watched, not in a guardian angel kind of way either, it was like having an entire audience in your bedroom.

You told yourself several times that no one was there, you opened all of the doors that you possibly could, checked every damn spot in the house where someone could possibly hide. Your friends at school and even your teachers could see just how much sleep you were losing because of this. There were weeks that it became so hard to sleep that you had to beg someone to stay in your room with you. Akane was always nice enough to stay with you when seemingly no one else would. Knowing you weren't alone in that sense was much more comforting than what you were feeling before. You could at least get a few hours of sleep then.

=

Akane complained about hearing a beeping noise somewhere in your room once. You thought it was just you. For a while she told you it was probably just nothing, until she saw how small stuff like that was negatively affecting you mentally.

=

"Do you want to stay at my house tomorrow instead? Maybe you'd be a little more comfortable there."

"Anything to get a few hours of sleep...This is driving me crazy at this point. I think Tsurugi is just sweeping all of this under the rug too. I'm really not sure how much more of this I can take before I decide to tell my dad we should just move."

"Move? You can't move! Who am I supposed to have lunch with then? You promised!"

"I know but if I don't figure out whoever it is that's been leaving me all this stuff and breaking into my house at night, I'm never going to be able to sleep again."

"Wait, they broke in?"

"Well, not really "broke in", they seem to know where the spare was hidden. Several times, on random days they come into the house uninvited. That's one of the reason's it's so hard for me to sleep now. We have never seen them leave. It scares me that they're still here watching me. We've changed the locks and kept the key on a ring but it always ends right back in the guy's hand somehow. I'm getting sick of all of this, literally."

"Geez... I didn't know it got that bad..."

"I have a feeling it's going to get a lot worse if I don't do something about it soon."

"Y/N...."

=

Staying at other people's places seemed to be the only time you could get any peace anymore. You shuffled in between Akane's home, Kiyoka's home, your aunt's place, and some of your other friends who were rather happy to have a sleepover with you for once. Kanata seemed the most happy about it, as she never had one previously and now she's having one with you every other week. People like Yuki and Tsurugi always used the excuse that their parents wouldn't allow it, which was fine with you. There were plenty of people to "take shelter with" anyways.

After a while you felt ok enough to go home and finally sleep in your own room for once. Everything felt ok for a little while, until you heard a sound somewhere in your room, or you swore something or someone touched you the moment you were finally asleep. Then you're up in your bed with a sudden jolt, listening for anything to be concerned about. A squirrel outside, a branch of the cherry blossom tree outside tapping at your window, dogs barking a few houses over, you've learned to tune those kinds of things out by now. No, you're more interested in footsteps above or near you in your room, something shuffling in your closet, something moving under your bed, that damn beeping noise that you can't pinpoint and destroy.

=

You've become quite the light sleeper because of this whole ordeal. The littlest of things that "aren't normal" spook you awake. Many of your friends seemed to have noticed that too. Some think it's a good thing, and some just feel sorry for you.

Just as you told Akane earlier, you think things are about to get much worse. You and Akane are trying your hardest to get the police department to do something about all of this. You can't sleep anymore. The only thing that catches his attention is the small beeping noise that's been getting on your nerves for the past few weeks, or maybe it was months and you just hadn't realized it yet.

=

"You hear a beeping noise at night?"

"That's what you're curious about?"

"Well, yeah, it could mean someone has your room bugged. Camera, voice recorder, you name it, any of the devices could have that kind of tiny error."

"Well that would account to the feeling of being watched 24/7."

"I'll come by and search your room this afternoon after classes are over and see if I can't find whatever it is that's hidden there."

"Thank god....Thank you."

"I'm just doing my job. I'll see you later Y/N."

=

He found it.

He found the damn thing that was making that noise. He knew what the noise was too. It was the noise that signaled the switching on of a pinhole camera that was positioned right over your bed in your ceiling. You would have never found the thing, but he seemed to know what he was looking for. You were right, they've been watching you sleep. It's safe to say that Tsurugi one hundred percent believes you now, and that you may want to never sleep in your bedroom again. If this guy could access and bug it so easily, you may just want to stay out of the house completely. You felt like you could throw up and like a heavy weight just got lifted off of your shoulders at once.

Knowing you were the target this entire time was sickening. You would have been much happier to know that some homeless guy was just sleeping on your couch instead. Your dad told you to pack some of your things soon afterwards. It's time to move in with your aunt until this matter could be solved, or at least, until you could figure a way to keep the guy out permanently. You'll stay anywhere at this point, so long as it is safe.

=

To put it in the simplest of words possible, you are being stalked. Tsurugi believes that may be connected to the individual that is constantly entering your home at night, but never seems interested in taking anything. You have a sneaking suspicion that he's right, but still tell him that you have a feeling that it's someone they both know.

Further monitoring of the gifts, letters, and the camera footage for your home are being processed the moment you find something new to review. Your friends all seemed shocked that someone would go so far to get to you. No one seems to be able to say anything to actually make you feel any better about anything going on.

=

Except for Akane, and Utsuro, who's both been acting odd recently. That you can shake off easily enough, Akane is like a mother figure to many people at school, and Utsuro, well, he mostly keeps to himself. Akane must have talked him into trying to help you, to bless you with luck to make sure that this case gets solved as soon as possible. For right now, you're just glad no one doubts you anymore, because that would have absolutely caused you to leave town with your father, like he suggested the second you started getting gifts sent to your home.

[ramble-writes]

Hola <3 I love your work!! I would love to see your take on Danny Johnson (ghostface) with a Gn or male S/O who is also a slasher! I hope you have a good day! <333

What's funny is that you caught me at a good time of a dream I had I was a killer. Couldn't speak for shit but I had a scythe :v And you kinda strike me as a duel wilder so das what u gonna get gods i need to write more Anyway enjoy this tiktok too lol. Also from now on any sort of Entity mentioned is Sock nao LMAO unless otherwise. And Imma go for a male reader here.

A Killer for a Killer

TW: blood, mention of attempt of r*pe, minor gore

Don’t forget to like, reblog, and follow if ya wanna see more! (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

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It was a gift you were given from the Entity. A gift of a single mori. That sausage bodied lizard had dragged you a charm of a green head for whenever you feel the need to use it... Which you did upon the next trial you went into.

It was in Coldwind Farm: Torment Creek. The artificial sunset lighting honestly felt warm on your face before you tugged up your scarf to focus on the task at hand. Moving forward, you progressed into the cornfield where you hoped to catch sight of a survivor so you know who you’re going up against. The sound of a gen being worked on caught your attention that you got low into a crouch, then lept up and crashed down onto not one, but three survivors. Bill, Felix, and your least favorite: David.

You hit someone, hearing one of them cry out and feeling the warmth of blood on your hands. Looking up you spotted Bill hobbling away in a hurry with his hand holding his now injured arm where you see the damage you caused. A gash from his bicep that spans to the back of his shoulder. 

You didn’t give chase, instead you went and chased after Felix. The more injured, the more harder it is for them to heal each other to survive. Catching up with the German man, you brought your blades down to create an X gash on his back, smiling at the way he cries out . He stumbled over his own feet from how blinding the pain was and landed on his back that he yelped. With a grunt, you flip him over to grab him and slung him over your shoulder to make your way to the nearest hook.

A gen went off which drew your attention and you made your way over. You saw a flash of blond and heard the familiar sound of legs flopping around in boots. Looking over, Kate was running off with a toolbox in hand. You went to go chase after her, that was till a bright blinding light went off that you couldn’t see. You took the time to furiously rub your eyes before looking around to see David. Great. You remember vividly that the last time you had an interaction with him that he socked you in the face hard. And some... “attempts” were made had you not grabbed his throat and ripped it out with your bare hands.

A growl rose in your throat that you lost track of the others. Th others noticed and did their best to hurry along to not witness the oncoming slaughter. Dwight can vouch for it when he saw how you had ripped into the brute and shoved his heart into his mouth. He only had gotten as far as removing your pants and grabbing at your dick, but you had reacted fast upon realization and a knife to the shoulder had got him to get off. End result was blood that coated your arms up to your elbows.

You couldn’t kill him yet, so you were stuck with hooking him for now. Felix, the ever observant, slowly made his way over while taking glances at David and carefully got your attention. The way your head snapped to glare at him made him jump a bit before clearing his throat.

“Would... Would you like for me to unhook him?”

You realized what he was going to do and the tension in your shoulders relaxed a bit before nodding. The German went over and unhooked the Brit who had started to struggle when he noticed the sudden alliance. Blondy made a run for it from the other’s wrath, but he didn’t get far as you brought one of your knives down hard on his back which knocked him flat on his face. His scream broke out when that dirty, bloody hook slipped back through the hole in his shoulder, but it tore open more that he tearing of muscle was audible.

Once again, Felix approached and looked to you as David started to struggle from having to keep those horrid claws of the Entity. It’s strange how such a small lizard is also an old eldritch being that feeds of the suffering of others, when the reptile likes any kind of bugs or veggies in his little gullet. But you didn’t question it. Sock is fun to keep on your shoulders and watch struggle having to get over small ledges.

David was off the hook again, but he wasn’t safe from you. Felix made a run for it the moment you advanced forward. Mind you, he went off on the brute when Dwight told the others what happened. His words were met with retaliation and slurs like calling him a “Nazi” due to Felix’s German roots.

Along with Felix, Bill and Kate had escaped thanks to the luck of a key being found. That left you with David, which you took your sweet, sweet, sweet time to make an example of him. You may have gotten some “inspiration” from a certain killer with how you made his still living body a display. Gut torn open, intestines pulled out and formed to make the Star of David to mock his name despite it being a common name. As a last show, you had cut off his dick (which you cringed after realization) and stuck it in his mouth as the very life faded from his eyes.

Trial over, back wandering a sort of forest that serves as an in-between for those without realms, you felt satisfied. You felt eyes on you, watching your movements even though that’s common in this hell. A shift of wind, a soft whisper of words that sounded amused graced your ears.

“That was quite the show that was put on, my dear~” The voice purred. Strong, yet gentle arms wrapped around your waist to pull your form close to a more sturdy one.

“My pretty boy all gory and satisfied I bet~”

This made you chuckle as you turned your head to see the familiar mask of the Ghostface pushed off to the side to show one half of his face.

“And I’d do it a thousand times over. Didn’t know you were watching, Danny.”

The taller man let out a low breathy laugh before tilting your head up more with rough leather gloves holding your jaw to then grace your smiling lips with his. The kiss was deepened when you managed to loop an arm around his neck, a hum rumbling in his chest that you snickered a bit and broke from the kiss.

“I may have drawn some inspiration from you on leaving a lasting impression on people~

“I’m touched~ And honestly, I think a sort of prize is deserved.”

You arched a brow, only to let out a yelp when Danny picked you up and peppered your face and jaw in kisses and nips to your neck. You didn’t need to question what the prize was. With Danny, it’s obvious since the sight of blood and dead gazes get a rise out of him and drive him mad like a male rabbit in a rut. But hey, you never minded a single bit.

[thewritingginger]

Daddy au - Jean Kirstein

Imma say it, I love Daddy AUs and I'm not afraid to admit it! 

So it’s 2am and I couldn’t help but write some and I’m really into AoT rn so I chose one of the boys that’s I believe would live to be a dad.

Please mind any possible mistakes :)

Fandom: Attack on Titan Warnings: Fluff, Modern au, Mentions of pregnancy

Enjoy ~

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Wants to be a Papa!

Biological, adopted = no difference

Loves the idea of watching his partner grow with his children

When you told him he honestly didn’t know how to respond - Excited! Scared! About to pass out!

“Really? Oh my god, I love you so much!”

“Whatever you need I got it!”

Just hugged and attacked you with kisses and cuddles 

Will for sure 1000000% be talking to your belly, especially when you’re sleeping (gets a little embarrassed when you’re watching him)

Constantly touchin the bump!

Are you cooking dinner? He’s hugging you from behind cuppin the babe

Chilling on the couch? He is either wrapped around you w/ one arm on the back of the couch and the other holding your belly OR Laying on your lap in which he will pet, kiss and talk to your little one

For the nine months this child is cookin he will, more than usual, treat you like a goddess on earth bending to all your needs

Got a craving at 3am? Will gladly take his ass to the store for you.

“If you think of anything else you need while I’m out just give me a call, baby.”

“While I was there I also got those snacks you really like.”

Always goes to your appointments and listens very closely to what the doctor says

Can be a little bit of a worry wart at times

“Let me carry that, Baby! You are already carrying precious cargo.”

“You should sit down, we did a lot of walking today.”

“Do you need a pillow for your feet?”

Started crying the first time y’all heard the heartbeat, he just sat there looking glossy eyed at the ultrasound giving you kisses

When it came to the nursery he helped with the heavy lifting, painting and building of things but he let you decorate it to your liking

“Whatever color you choose will be perfect.”

“If you’re the one making it there is no way our child won't love it.”

Very involved with picking a name though

Okey come with me on this…  if they had a boy -  Jean Junior and they call him JJ 🥺

Sometimes the whole crew gets involved

“Eren, can you stop calling my unborn child ‘Horse-face Junior’!” “Yeah, you’re right! Good thing the kid has Y/n. If they’re lucky they’ll take after her.”

But honestly they are so excited

“I can’t believe one of us is going to be a parent.”

“Welp it was nice knowing you Jean-boy.” “He’s getting a kid not losing his life, Connie.”

Countless nights are spent talking about who they’ll be and what they’ll look like

You can even rope him into trying out old wives tales of guessing the gender

Doesn’t care what they come out as, as long as they are healthy

The night it was happening you reassured him that the contractions you were feeling were probably just more Braxton Hicks contractions and there is no need to worry before there is anything to worry about

But that didn’t stop him for being ready to strike at any moment

Tried to remain calm and collected for you, even though you were just chillin and taking each thing as it came

While timing them you noticed that they were in fact getting closer together and you may want to head to the hospital at some point in the night if it kept progressing

No matter how gently you inform him of this he snaps

Grabbing the hospital bag - that he made sure was packed months before and insisted on you checking you have everything again every few weeks - and throwing it in the car

Just grab him and throw him in a chair to relax for a beat as you get yourself ready to leave

On the way to the hospital he held your hand when you were contracting, trying to remember what he was taught in the birthing classes

At the hospital he would refuse to go to sleep, even when you and the nurse advised him to

“If you’re awake, I’m awake.”

Holding your hand and rubbing your back through contractions - babe really hates seeing you in pain

Constant stream line of praises and encouragement

“Just breathe, Sweetheart. Just like we learned.”

“I’m here, squeeze my hand if you have to.”

“This one should be over soon, hang in there.”

When it’s finally showtime he is ready

Mentally he is still a bit frazzled but his babies need him!

“You’re doing so good, Baby! Keep going!”

He watched that kid come out and he the minute he heard their cries he started tearing up as well

Once cleaned up the the nurse handed you your Baby Girl and Jean about died when he saw her

“You did so beautifully, Y/N. She’s perfect!”

TBH even though he was happy to welcome either a boy or girl he’d be lying if he said he wanted a boy cause it terrified him to have a little girl

Protective Daddy Mode Activated!

A few hours later while you’re resting in bed Jean would pick up his baby girl for the first time by himself

He could sit for hours just looking at her, taking in every little feature

“My life is yours. I will be sure to protect you from anything that comes your way!”

“I promise to be the best Papa in the world.”

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Ok I will stopped there before I keep going. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing it

If you want more let me know :3

💛 ~

[mageofseven]

Uhm.. I really love the pregnant MC kind of series.. and uhm May I request the undateables version when the baby is born?

sorry, I'm nervous. am still a shy blob (///▽///)

Thank you both! And no need to be shy, First Nonnie~ *pets the cute, shy blob* 🥰

Oh! And just so you know, Imma split this up into two parts for space reasons, this part containing Diavolo and Barbatos' sections.

Unlike when I wrote for the Brothers' sections, I am only writing happy endings for the Undateables. However, the pregnancy and birth still won't be easy for MC so keep that in mind.

Brothers | Solomon & Simeon

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Diavolo:

The first trimester was relatively easy for MC, simply going through the standard pregnancy issues, like morning sickness.

However, even during this first trimester, the couple was given a little hint of what was to come.

MC quickly developed a belly. Actually, the woman already had a small pouch formed by the time the royal physician was called and told the prince that his Sweetheart was pregnant.

Her growth stayed at this strange, quick pace.

By the end of MC's third month, the woman looked as if she was finishing her sixth.

This was alarming to the couple, who deferred to the royal physician about this.

The two were so sure that MC must be having multiples, but the physcian insisted that there was only baby and that it's development was normal for a child within the royal family and would still be born after the full nine months.

Diavolo didn't know this. The man knew that he himself was a big baby when he was born, but never knew it got this bad. He didn't have anyone to ask either. He never met his mother and his father spoke very little about her in general, let alone about when she was pregnant with him.

The man was anxious, to say the least. Would his queen be able to carry his child to full term? It seemed as if it would be too much for her.

Still, MC insisted she could handle it and Barbatos reminded him that he is prepared to navigate the woman through this tough time.

Diavolo stuffed his emotions down in favor of trusting his friend. Barbatos was actively using his future vision to help them and the butler confirmed that there is a possibility to make it through this

And so he gave free reign to Barbatos to whatever he needed to do.

The butler used the information from his vision to set up a schedule for the woman to follow and a diet plan to keep her as healthy as possible and avoid the common mistakes made in the timelines that they need to avoid.

At first, it was doable for the woman. MC wasn't a fan of having each day planned out for her, but understood it was important and listened to Barbatos.

As the pregnancy progressed though and she got bigger, it was so much harder to keep her moving.

By her sixth month, the woman's body was in a lot of pain from the weight of her belly. MC looked overdue with twins, but again, only one child.

It wasn't just the baby giving her big belly its size however. The baby was larger than usual of course, but there was also a concentrated amount of magical energy building up in her womb too. The royal physician insisted that it was also normal for a bloodline as strong as Lord Diavolo's.

MC was so exhausted from all of the excess weight and just wanted to rest in bed, but Barb always came and forced her feet so she could do her walking.

Being so achy, heavy, and emotional as she was, the woman broke down crying one day, refusing to leave her bed.

The butler had to pull the prince from his work so Diavolo could comfort the sobbing woman. Afterwards, the two walked around the garden together.

Mid way through that sixth month, a new problem occured.

The couple was preparing to have dinner at House of Lamentation with the brothers, something MC had been looking forward to all week.

The woman was checking her hair in the mirror when suddenly she saw stars in her vision and passed out. Luckily, Diavolo was already approaching her to ask his Queen if she was ready and was able to catch her, stopping her from collapsing head-first onto the dresser.

The prince quickly carried her over to the bed and had Barbatos call for the physcian.

Apparently the issue was with her body's rapid collection of dark spiritual energy. Her body has been absorbing this energy at a very rapid rate during this pregnancy because of the magical strength of the baby, but the speed of the absorption is far too quick for her human body to handle. This is what caused MC to suddenly pass out.

The physcian warned that this would probably happen more till the end of the pregnancy and that there was really no option that was safe for both mother and child to help the situation.

This is when Diavolo's anxiety got so bad that he simply defaulted into his composed expression, locking all of his feelings within him.

The demon was naturally such an expressive man, but when under great stress, he often locked down his emotions as a kind of defense mechanism.

MC hated this and always has. The woman knew it usually wasn't a conscious thing on his part, not something he purposely did, but it still hurt. It always felt as if he was hiding himself from her and it killed her inside.

The prince tried to fight it, tried to smile more for his Queen because he knew he was only bringing the woman down when she was already struggling to remain strong, but it was difficult for him.

He was afraid. He was afraid of losing her and their child. He was afraid that despite all of their hard work and all MC is suffering for that...it might all be for not

And instead of showing this fear, it was simply a lot easier to shut down all emotional expression.

There were some moments however where he could bring himself to smile genuinely

Like the first time he felt his child kick.

He and MC were having tea out in the garden. The woman was feeling extra anxious that day and asked her boyfriend if the two of them could spend sometime outside that day, which of course the prince agreed to.

The man was watching his girlfriend relax and enjoy the nice breeze, which calmed his own anxiety to see her find a bit of peace

Then he saw eyes go wide and hand flew to her massive belly.

"D-Dia!"

The prince jumped from his seat and rushed to her side. Still hiding his emotions within himself, the only hint of his panic was the speed in which he did this.

"What is it? What happened?"

MC started crying a bit and the man's heart sank. Before he could ask anything else however, his girlfriend took his hand and placed it on the area of her belly that her own hand was a moment before.

That's when he felt it. A kick. His child was kicking. This was the first interaction the man was having with his child and it caused the soon-to-be dad to tear up too.

"This--our child is greeting us." The prince smiled as he looked up at his Queen, who nodded and continued to cry her own happy tears.

Diavolo spent the next few minutes just gushing over their child's movements. He'd rub and kiss MC's belly as he talked to the baby within, greeting them back and telling them just how incredibly loved they are and how their mama and daddy can't wait to meet them.

Barbatos, who had been on standby near the couple in case they needed assistance, smiled at the scene before him.

The pregnancy didn't get any easier for the woman, but both her and her boyfriend were able to endure it more here on out because now they had a reminder of what it was they were fighting for, who they were fighting for

And so they were happy whenever their child would kick and remind their parents of this.

During the last the two months of the pregnancy, the woman had more fainting spells, but since she always had Diavolo or Barbatos with her, MC was always caught before she hit the ground.

What was more concerning was the bone breaking.

During MC's last month, the kicks that the couple got so excited for got a little too...rough.

It only happened twice, but twice was more than enough to scare the couple.

The baby was already positioned upside down and ready for the birth, meaning that its legs were now positioned upwards

So when they kicked, they would sometimes hit their mama's ribs

And twice it caused the bottom of her rib to fracture.

The woman was healed up via a spell each time, but it still wasn't a pleasant experience.

Still, this was just a taste of the pain that MC would face when she gave birth.

The Birth:

Out of all of the births I've written for MC in past, this one was worse for her just based on her child's size. Though a lot of her belly's growth was due to the concentrated magical energy that built up within her, there was also no doubt that this baby was much bigger than any human baby.

It started when MC was doing the walking scheduled by Barbatos for her. Diavolo was home, but in a meeting with the Devildom's Elder Council, basically a group of powerful aristocratic demons whose interests the prince had to balance delicately to keep peace in his kingdom. Which is why it was Barbatos with her, holding onto the pregnant woman as she walked and held her up as she suddenly stopped and bent forward in pain, hugging her stomach. The butler quickly brought the human to her room and called for the physcian, not leaving MC's side. The woman cried and begged for her boyfriend, but the the man only shook his head. Though Barbatos stayed calm and composed, he truly did feel bad for MC. He could not inform his lord about the sudden turn in events because of the importance of the Elder Council. If Diavolo left the meeting, it would just cause a lot of issues for him later on, some that he might not be able to mend. The butler told the woman that the meeting should end in about three more hours and promised that the prince would be there for their child's birth.

The meeting went in over time and lasted about four hours. Unable and even unwilling to leave MC alone, Barbatos sent a Little D to send word to Diavolo the very moment he left the council room. Upon hearing the news, the prince rushed to the other side of the castle and practically slammed the door open. Once at her side, he grabbed her hand apologized profusely for his absence. Though he understood why, the man was still angry with his butler for keeping this from him and Barbatos knew it, but did not comment on it.

The labor was a long one, lasting a little over thirty-five hours. It wasn't as bad as that makes it sound though. Diavolo had talked with the royal physician ahead of time and had a variety of potions and creams ready for her, all working together to essentially give the same effect as an epidural. The physcian had MC take them now that the prince was there to give him permission and they eased most of the pain she felt within ten minutes. Still, it did nothing to help the unbearable pressure she felt within her. With the pain managed though, the woman wasn't forced to be confined to their bed; she could also sit on the couch in their room or walk around a bit if her leg muscles insisted that she should move, which was good for her since the physcian said walking could help progress the labor.

When things progressed enough for the woman to push, she was brought back to the bed. Diavolo more wiped the sweat from her forehead and gave her a kiss, telling his Queen how well she was doing and that he won't leave her side. The woman pushed for hours and when the baby started crowing, she could still feel the burn from it despite the potions given to her. After a certain point, the woman stopped making progress. The physcian checked her and it seemed the baby was stuck. It's size was too big and the baby was stuck on her hip bone. He told the prince that no progress could be made unless he fractured the bone just enough to let the baby through.

The man's heart sank and he looked to his girlfriend, who was starting to feel the pain of the labor once more now that the potions were starting to wear off. He apologized to his Queen, but promised that he'd have the doctor give her more of the potions before he allows it to be done to her and that he'll make sure that she's healed up afterwards.

Suddenly, the woman shrieked in pain. During just that small amount of time that the prince took to make the decision and apologize, the baby had decided to break it for them in order to continue their way. The problem was solved, but in a very painful way. Even so, it took another half hour to for MC to bring her baby into the world.

It was a boy, with his father's eyes, skin tone, wings, and horns; he even had a similar golden pattern on his arms just like Diavolo did in his demon form. The boy also had MC's hair though. The doctor handed the baby to Diavolo and the man stared down at his son, tears of joy filling his eyes. He looked over to MC, who was also crying as she watched her boyfriend hold their son.

The prince leaned in a kissed the human, telling her how amazing she did and how proud of her that he is before thanking her for all that she did in order to bring their son into the world and make them parents.

The two name their son Ashur and he is spoiled with all the love he could ever need from day one.

Barbatos:

The first few months of MC's pregnancy was rather peaceful.

Barbatos went back and forth from his duties at the castle to taking care of his girlfriend, who still wished to live at House of Lamentation at this time.

The butler had no issue with this; he simply wanted his Love to remain as happy and comfortable as possible during this pregnancy, though he was prepared to move her into the castle at any point if issues arose and made it necessary, something Barb had already discussed with Lord Diavolo of course.

Which was good, considering what transpired during MC's fourth month.

Barbatos was tending to his duties at the castle when he received a call from Lucifer. Apparently his Dear was in the library getting help from Satan with her homework when suddenly the woman started shrieking and sobbing uncontrollably.

When Lucifer himself heard and rushed in, he found MC curled up in a ball and her eyes glowing green. The two men tried to calm her and ask what was wrong, but it was as if the human could not see or hear them.

Once the strange episode was over, MC continued to sob and beg for her boyfriend

Which of course resulted in the butler dropping everything in order to rush to his girlfriend's side.

When he arrived at House of Lamentation, he found his Love in the living room with Beel, curled up and hiding in the big demon's embrace.

Upon his entrance, the redhead wordless tapped the human's shoulder, causing her to raise her head and see her boyfriend entering the room.

Beel let go of the woman and nodded in greeting to the butler before stepping out to give the two time to talk.

Taking the other demon's seat, Barb sat down next to MC. His Love clung to him, burying her face in his chest.

The man didn't say a word, just held the human close and waited till she was ready to speak.

"Barbie...I saw myself die...I saw our baby die."

Barbatos frowned. He suspected as much when he heard that her eyes glowed green, the same color as his own eyes.

The woman talked about seeing herself die in childbirth, about seeing their daughter die before even entering the world, and her boyfriend's only response was to tighten the embrace and stroke her hair.

This...the man had been studying this timeline in depth since he discovered MC was pregnant. However, this was not something he that he foresaw.

If he was correct in his assumption, the only way MC would be able to see such a vision was if she somehow gained access to such power and since that was not a power of her own, the man knew what the only explanation could be; their daughter had inherited his power and has projected such a vision onto her mother.

How and why, the butler wasn't sure, but what concerned him the most was that his review of the timeline originally never included his daughter inheriting his gift and torturing her mother with with its visions.

Something must have changed, something small and easily overlooked, causing another tinier branch of time to split from the already small one they were on originally.

Now Barbatos was...well, not blind per se, but he had certainly lost his previous advantage. Months of studying every little detail of the previous timeline was now rendered useless and now he needed to start from scratch to make sure he knows what to expect and keep MC safe during this harsh pregnancy.

The demon originally wanted to keep the truth of the dangers this pregnancy poses to himself; he never wanted MC to worry, but since their daughter seemed to have different plans, the butler must be flexible.

"I'm sorry, my Dear. I should have foresaw this issue, but I failed to do so for you."

The man explained what he had been hiding from her. He told her what he foresaw the day he found out she was pregnant and admitted he knew before she even took the test.

He explained that because he knew from multiple timelines that she'd choose to risk her life for the sake of their child and he didn't want her to worry, especially since he was so sure he could use his gift to keep her safe, he had decided to keep all of it to himself.

However, he also explained that the vision she saw was likely from one of the obsolete timelines (though he will thoroughly check through their current one to make sure) and that it was their daughter who showed her it.

Barbatos knew if it happened once then it would likely happen again and did not want his Dear to see such an awful sight again.

This is was why he requested for her to move into the castle with him; by doing so, he could use his own power to disrupt their daughter's to end such an episode when it occurs.

At first, MC fought the idea. She said House of Lamentation was her home and the brothers were her family; she simply did not want to leave them.

Barbatos apologized for the trouble, but told her this would be for the best and promised that she could move back in with the brothers after their daughter's birth if she so chooses and if Lucifer was okay with it.

The woman was hesitant, but agreed after hearing this

And so MC moved into the castle with him that day. Once again, the butler already had everything prepared so it was as simply as packing up her things and using magic to teleport them to the castle so the two could walk there comfortably.

Barbatos had a different room for them both to sleep in as opposed to his own room. The man had worried that his bedroom would be a bit...unsettling for his Dear and did not want her to think about the first time she saw his room, back in her first year at RAD when she used it to go back in time and had technically died from such a decision.

The man wanted to avoid anything that could bring bad thoughts to his sweet human's head and ultimately keep her spirits up.

The first day, MC felt a bit out of place in the castle, but when the night came and she got to sleep in her boyfriend's arms, she found a sense a peace that she did not often get to feel outside of his embrace and so she slept comfortably.

Her days were filled with being by Barbatos' side as he worked. He wanted her close in case an episode should occur and he was correct that more were to come.

Each time one would occur, the demon would carefully lead his distraught girlfriend to a seat, slip off his gloves, and place one hand on her bare belly and one on her forehead, pushing his own magick into her to disrupt their daughter's magick flow.

When the vision was brought to a halt, the woman's eyes stopped glowing and she fell forward, her face falling onto his shoulder.

It always went like this, Barb dropping everything to end it for her and then holding the human close for as long as she needed.

Outside of these episodes, the woman would help her boyfriend as he worked. Though it wasn't necessary, Barb acknowledged that MC needed to fill her time in some way and enjoyed helping him.

However, he still restricted his Dear with what she could help with. If it require heavy lifting, chemicals, or magick, he would have her step back and let him handle it. Though disappointed, MC would do as she was told.

Months went by and things with her pregnancy were manageable.

The brothers were a constant presence within the castles, always checking up on the human and wanting to spend time with her. The butler did not mind this and knew that this was good for his Love's spirits.

Still, he was always displeased when Mammon stopped by because he knew he had to balance his work, taking care of MC, and keeping an eye on the second brother to make sure he didn't try to steal anything. Again.

It was half way through her sixth month when a new problem arose.

The butler had left the room for just a moment to deal with some work while MC chatted with the Avatar of Greed, only to be called back by the other man.

"Shit! Barbatos!"

The butler quicken his steps and turned back towards the room

And found MC on the floor of the parlor, green glow of her eyes flickering on and off as she seizured on the floor.

Barbatos sprung into action. He did not understand what brought this on so suddenly, but handled the situation as best as he could for now.

He had the other demon stay back as he turned MC onto her side and pushed the funiture away from his Dear so she didn't hurt herself during this. He took off his jacket and folded it up before placing it behind her head. He took out his phone to time it, just in case.

When it finished, his Love looked up at him and asked what had happened. Her boyfriend finally let himself release the breath he had been holding.

"You're fine, my Dear. You're laying down in the parlor right now. Please just relax for a bit."

Barbatos had requested for the Brother to return home for the day before calling in a doctor for MC.

That's how the couple discovered the new issue; MC wasn't handling the new power well. The foreign magic was like a shock to her system. It could handle the magick in certain doses, but too much had lead to this seizure.

The doctor said she should able to tolerate it on a physical level when their daughters activates it, but MC likely won't survive if Barb keep forcing his magick on her or at least cause her health to take a permanent nosedive.

Each time a human has a seizure, it becomes so much easier for their body to it again. If this keeps up, it will become a health problem for her even after the pregnancy.

Basically, the couple was stuck with the choice of whether MC's physical health or mental health was more important.

The butler kept composed at this news, but in reality...he felt like he was failing her. It was his responsibility to take care of her, but he felt as if things were slipping out of his control.

Still, he did what had to be done. From then on, he never interfered when his Love had one of her episodes. When their daughter forced a horrible vision onto MC, all the man could do is bring her to a seat and hold onto his girlfriend as her mind was being tortured by vivid experiences.

They never took long, about ten or fifteen minutes each time, but MC was always left shaky and emotionally fragile. Barbatos made sure to never be the first to break the embrace, even if he had a long list of work he needed to get done.

The rest of the pregnancy was very difficult for the woman. Barb and the Brothers did what they could for her, but it was obvious that her spirits were low from then on.

The Birth:

The stress that the visions put on the woman caused her to go into labor early. Luckily, not dangerously early, just about a week and a half so.

MC was having tea with Lord Diavolo, something the prince purposefully set time aside for each week. He knew how difficult of a time this was for the human and his friend and wanted to play his part to ease their nerves a bit. Barbatos was able to leave his Dear's side without much anxiety and MC could chat with him as she enjoys some tea. Tea time with Diavolo had become something the woman looked forward to each week. The prince's cheerful attitude really did a lot to lift her fragile spirits.

It was during such a tea time when MC started feeling some minor contractions. They were small and far apart at first so the woman simply chose to ignore them at first. It was still a bit early so she really didn't think the pains were really the start of labor. If anything, she simply thought they were more so Braxton Hicks contractions, basically small practices ones that women can feel towards the end of their pregnancy. They don't lead to labor; they're simply uncomfortable. Thinking this was the reason for her pain, the woman said nothing and continued to chat with the prince. However, the pain slowly built up and she found herself wincing mid-sentence.

"Are you alright?" Lord Diavolo watched the woman closely.

"Oh yes, sorry." MC smiled anxiously at him before looking down to her belly and giving it a gently rub. "I've been feeling a bit of pain, but I'm sure it's nothing."

The prince rose from his seat.

"Then I'll go retrieve Barbatos for you--"

"No, please sit." The woman insisted. "It's nothing. It's too early for it to be a real issue and besides...I don't want Barb to worry. He's so good at hiding it, but I know he's been stressed out these last couple months. He needs this. He needs some time to himself where he doesn't feel as if he needs to hover around me, even if he's still working."

The prince watched the woman for a moment before lowering himself back into his chair.

"Alright. Please let me know if it gets any worse for you."

MC nodded and the two continued talking, though now with the man being extra observant with her.

A couple minutes later, Barbatos had rushed in.

"Barb? Is something--"

He was at her side in an instant.

"My Dear, you really shouldn't keep such a thing from me for my sake."

The woman stared at her boyfriend, confused. He explained how he had paused his work to look into his vision (he was feeling anxious about leaving her side, but of course, never mentioned this) and saw that this was going on, but discovered that her hypothesis was incorrect; this was in fact the very beginning of labor for her. Its bareable at the moment, but as he has already seen, this will change very soon.

"I already called the doctor so please follow me so you can go lay down."

MC stared at him eyes wide.

"I...is she going to be okay?" The woman asked, eyes tearing up a bit. "Barb, it's--"

"My Dear, it's alright." He took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Our daughter will be fine. Please don't worry."

Suddenly, a new pain hit her and her boyfriend was right that they were getting worse.

"Gaaaah...Barb..."

"Shh. Its alright." The butler waited for the pain to settle before helping her out of her chair and turning to Diavolo. "I'm sorry, my lord. Please excuse us."

"Of course." The prince smiled at the two before adding. "You'll be fine, MC. Just do your best and trust in my friend, yes?"

The couple thanked the prince before retreating.

Thanks to Barbatos catching things as soon as he did and calling the doctor when he did, things went smoothly. It was still a painful experience for his girlfriend, but the demon stayed by her side the whole time and never let go of her hand.

A few hours later, the couple was graced with their daughter's cries as she entered the world. Once the baby was cleaned up and wrapped in a blanket, MC brought their child into her arms, hold her close. Barbatos watched the scene and started tearing up. It was over. His Dear's suffering was over and now his daughter was here in her arms. It was...all worth it.

MC stayed in the castle for a few more days to recover before moving back into House of Lamentation with the Brothers, taking their daughter with her. It was for the best. After all, Barbatos had promised her such when she first moved into the castle that she could move back after the birth.

Besides, MC can't stay by his side every second of the day like she did during the pregnancy. It simply wasn't fair nor healthy to expect that of her so she'd just be on her own with their child in the castle and that would be a very lonely way for her to live. MC living in House of Lamentation, surrounded by those she saw as her family while receiving their help and support...that was what she deserved; it made her happy.

Still, the man was constantly visiting her and their daughter. Just because they weren't a traditional family who lived together didn't mean he loved his girls any less or that he'd give them any less than his best. He'd even stay the night once a week and help with the baby during the night, even though he had to wake up early to return to the castle the next morning.

Barbatos did not mind it though; he handled it all in stride and found this new life to be much more fulfilling. Being a father was never something that the man gave any thought to in the past. While many beings aimed to continue their lineage, Barbatos was never one to put importance on such a thing. Regardless, now that he has his child, the demon knows he will always treasure her and her mother above all else in this world.

The couple named the girl Vaermina, though MC often liked shortening her name to Mina. She had her father's eyes, horns, and tail, but MC's hair combined with a teal streak just like his, strangely enough. One look at her face and the man knew she'd grow up looking just like her mother; he didn't need his vision to know this.

If he was being honest...the man didn't want to use his gift at all in regards with his daughter. Mina...he knew she'd have a tough go of things. Barbatos knew better than anyone the fear that their gift can promote early in life. To not have much control over the sight and see so many outcomes that could lead to yourself or those close to you get hurt was not an easy thing.

Still, he was determined to teach her when she's old enough to control her power so such visions are not thrust upon her. Whenever he looked at his daughter, still young and bright and unaffected, his heart filled with so much love for her, but also ached in response to the trouble he knew was coming for her eventually.

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fc5 gameplay is ass

(yet another tumblr post bitching about fc5)

i think i finally can pinpoint what annoyed me the most about fc5. it's the way ubisoft tried to make this into a 'you can do whatever you want' kinda story where it doesn't have to be so linear (you get to pick which sibling you take down first, you get to pick which missions you want to do to get the resistance points up), but they didn't hash the story far enough for it to work properly.

i usually do little side missions first to get myself better weapons & get a feel for the surroundings before doing the main storyline and always, ALWAYS, i get too high of a resistance points than i like which just gets me into cutscene after cutscene when i would rather NOT progress the story yet. this wasn't the problem in 3 & 4 because you knew you're gonna progress the story if you choose to go meet certain characters.

it winds up making me feel like i haven't gotten a chance to do the little things i want first and meet all the side characters before i get thrown into the main story again and suddenly im dragged along to a level 3 resistance point and copters are shooting at me from all directions (which is BULLSHIT ASS GAMEPLAY TOO)

i read a comment from someone on youtube who also disliked this system cus they did side missions first and the npc dialogues weren't programmed to account for this. they got spoiled that eli dies because an npc said 'eli's death won't be in vain'. which, considering how big of a plot twist eli's death is supposed to be, is Big Oof. i got an experience with this too when i went with sharky and he said something about faith already being dead when she was Very Much Still Alive at that point of my run.

it just feels like this game was trying to be 'oohh you get to do whatever you want-- but choice has always been an illusion oooohhh'. which i wouldn't mind as much cus i mean. it's far cry. that's like the entire gist of the franchise: that you're stuck and hopeless somewhere. BUT i do think the resistance points and levels is a misstep cus what's the point of allowing 'freedom' when it just takes away the impact of the one story you wanted to tell?

i would also like to add that the way that they also made 'you can pick whichever sibling you want to kill first' thing also ruined the supposed 'family' dynamic imo. aside from joseph's little bitching video call every time you kill one of em, none of the siblings care/ever refer to one another. but then again, this is far cry and villains don't really interact with each other so imma give it a pass (side eyes the 1 (one) phone call between vaas and hoyt... pagan's little lunch with paul and short ass talk with yuma, none with noore...)

idk why i put this in a post cus i think ubisoft also realized this by themselves cus by the time new dawn rolled around they didn't do the same fc5 system and just kept the journal without the points

>> this is obviously just my experience and preference tho and other than that and the fact that easy mode in this game is NOT easy, the game has its moments. i mean it has john seed saying 'delivery free shipping' and jacob's entire only you sequence that even i who's read the storyline and knew what was gonna happen still left me just-- *chef kiss*