#Little warning that under the cut it's going to be very long and rambly and I briefly mention suicide in a paragraph.

[morningmask27]

Back here to yap about my friend I love so dearly.

I made the painting I shared earlier for her because I am very unhappy with the one I made for her previously. She likes that old one and will never agree with my opinion on it and I understand why, but compared to other paintings I made for my other friends it is simply not on the same level of quality.

Normally I would've given it to her today (it is 3 am, leave me alone), but the class we have is cancelled because the prof is sick, so I'll only see her tomorrow and I think I'll give this painting to her Wednesday then. It's a more low-key class than the one we have tomorrow and if things go to plan we could maybe go to a restaurant with another friend and I could give it to her then. It would be way more pleasant than in class with all these other students imo.

But yeah, I already kinda know how she will react when I eventually give it to her and it will be very fun to point out the little Cicero I painted.

She has a bit of a hard time accepting gifts and always wants to give back in a way. We have a soon to be serious gimmick of Who Pays at a cafe when we go out together. She instinctively wants to do it, but so do I and we have bickered about it already. She paid thrice already, I did once and I think I'll really have to keep track to have it be a fair thing because we're both very stubborn and I love it.

I take pride in being a fucking annoyance when I feel like it's worth my energy. I'm very pliable most of the time because I don't care enough, but I can be very stuck in my ways when I feel like it's important and this paying when we go out to eat is absolutely something that will come up a few extra times, especially if we have to improvise a few study sessions without a room we can book. It's a silly game between us and I simply adore this.

I adore that this is what we bicker about; Who's going to pay for the other one. I simply adore how she's also stubborn and not going to make this an easy thing to manage. We are going to hang out more this year during and out of class and I'm intending to make the best out of it. I already did my best last year, I even made it a point to walk with my friends for as much as I could justify, even if it was literally on the opposite direction of where I live, just to spend a little more time with them. I went out of my way to support them before exams whenever I could (because I have them in a different room than they do) and was there at 9am a good few times to keep my friend from stressing too hard. We chat on Whatsapp too when we're not together irl and it's always so much fun.

She says that I'm intelligent and know many things, but I can only say those things because I've got someone amazing to talk to. I don't waste my breath on people I don't care about. All the moments we had together were amazing. She's so kind and respectful and cares so much. She did so much for me just by being herself and so kind. I was struggling so hard with this crush I developed on her at the same time my hand was acting up. I was afraid to lose her, overwhelmed by everything and I kinda avoided her to first see what was happening with my hand, but she reached out to me during those moments. She obviously couldn't know it kinda hurt more than it helped in the week and a bit if he'll I was going through, but once my hand was managed I sent her a message apologizing for acting like a coward for avoiding her and asking if we could meet up to talk.

I was afraid, I was done with these feelings, but I mostly wanted to be honest. I told her about the crush and told her she could do whatever she wanted about these feelings. I would listen to anything she wanted to do going forward. I put myself at her mercy with the one demand that she'd be honest and I was so, but so incredibly surprised when she was so understanding, and while she's in a relationship, she did care about me and wanted to stay friends. We then chatted for a few extra hours and I felt so much relief.

Now it wasn't everything because later in the month my feelings were back to haunt me violently, to the point where I modeled the main antagonist for a Cope Story I'm toying with on the maelstrom of feelings I was drowning in. The Bittercold will forever be a symbol of those feelings that followed me during the exam period.

During the exams I did my best to pretend nothing was going on, as is smartest to do when trying to cram for 9 hellish exams. But as soon as classes began again I was hit by those feelings and chaos again and my literature class was being extra hateful to me by assigning us Werther and Mme Bovary to read. Both were in love with someone who couldn't love them back and killed themselves and that was maybe not The Best thing to throw at me right then since I was still reeling from those insecurities I hid during the exams (and I have a history of suicide thoughts as soon as my mental health weakens enough).

I was going through hell right again, but again my friend and I talked and again I asked for her honest answer and again she answered that she truly wanted to be my friend and didn't just stay with me out of pity (a concept I have learnt to LOATHE after 18 years of misery at school. Everyone was kind to me, but I knew there was always an undercurrent of pity. I'm one of those Marked people that were prime targets for bullying, but I radiated such torment while being kind enough that I somehow avoided most of it, but still. I digress). This second bit of honesty was pretty much what founded our friendship so solidly. We can be honest with each other and we have talked about very dark topics that we both went through and we care for one another.

I can trust her, I can, and I have, go to her when things go extremely wrong for me, but also to have a fun time. We share a deep love for Rome and it's always fun to chat about these guys that cannot for the life of them shut up and we're also just both nerds and love books and we have a lot of things we end up talking about. From our school antics to the nonsense university throws at us to whatever those Greeks and Romans were up to (it is another running joke between us that she's scared of Ancient Greek because it's also a difficult language to learn and she has enough with Latin she says. I do tease her with not wanting to meet the aorist sometimes, but it's all lighthearted). I simply adore every moment I spend with her and I've even sent her a few messages directly to tell her as much. They are long and meandering and very rambly, just like this lol, but this is just how I feel about her. I care for her so much.

I am genuinely crying right now. I am so thankful to have met her, I am so thankful to spend all this time with her and I look forward to seeing her again tomorrow.

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

Allure

Part One:Sunshine

❥MATZ x fem reader

Kim Hongjoong and Park Seonghwa. The most known and feared alphas of the new generation. It took two dozen elder alphas to subdue them and stick them in the world's most secluded prison- hidden away in the mountains. The prison that sweet little omega (Y/n)'s works at.

Knuckle Velvet (Part Two)

Smoke (Part Three)

➯a/n: i've always wanted to write a story i would like to see as a movie or show, and i very much enjoy supernatural and dark romance, so i made this ! it does get very dark so please read the warnings and take care of yourself first and foremost. i am very proud of this, i hope you enjoy 💕

✃ "Because you're... alluring."

✫彡wordcount: 9.3k

♫"Hey, you should leave that young thing alone, ain't no sunshine when she's gone, only darkness everyday." - Flower Face (original by Bill Withers) ♫ Allure Sountrack

(>ᴗ•)♡´･ᴗ��`♡genre: smut, YANDERE, a/b/o au

ಠ_ಠWARNING/content: DEAD DOVE I MURDERED THAT BIH

chapter specific: literally what have i done, not beta read(ironically), criminal MATZ, alpha MATZ/omega reader, forget everything you know about werewolves, so much world building, extremely yandere behavior, talk of attempted child murder, class division of werewolves, panic attacks, vulgar language, mind control, lots of scent stuff, unhealthy relationships, ptsd, flashbacks and nightmares, physical violence, manipulation of others dreams, supporting character death, forced soul bonding, forced marking, reader implied to have mental health issues, murder, gore, violence- all that good stuff. THIS IS NOT A NON CON FIC ALL EVENTUAL SMUT WILL BE CONSENSUAL.

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MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

˚➶ ｡˚ PART ONE ˚➶ ｡˚

You hate weekdays. That much is true for a lot of people. You like to think your reasoning is especially valid.

Every Monday through Friday like clockwork, 6:30AM you walk into the prison. That on its own wasn't so bad. You lived only ten minutes away; the gothic building looked over your village in tandem with the mountains. You could see it when the weather was clear, even from your bedroom on the edge of town. You were no longer afraid of it like when you were a child.

You are, however, afraid of the newest prisoners.

New arrivals didn't usually rock you. This is the only prison in the country fit to hold lycans, after all. They all got transferred here eventually. From beta's who were just stealing to eat, to alphas who used their powers on humans, to those who believed in the old ways and fed on humans.

You had to interact with them all face to face.

You weren't excited for that particular aspect of your job this week.

You made your way through the double doors and greeted the security guard, your friend Hyolyn, as you went through the metal detector. It went off on account of the scent blocker that was embedded in your neck. She chuckled and switched it off so it stopped its incessant beeping.

"Don't laugh at me!" You threw a smile her way as you got your small purse from the plastic bucket she slid towards you. She doesn't bother to check your bag. She knows you well enough to know you wouldn't bring in any "fuck shit", as she would say. "You alpha's don't have to worry about accidentally spewing scent everywhere."

"Thank goodness for that, this place would stink to high heaven." Her unintentional reference to the new arrivals makes the air turn stiff. She could tell you were on edge immediately. "They aren't all that scary," she lays a comforting hand to your shoulder as you fiddle with the long strap on your crossbody bag.

"I heard one of them killed Alpha Greene... you think that's true? That guy was huge, I saw him at The Thing last year, I almost peed myself cause he looked at me-" You stop your own rambling, taking a deep breath and letting it out as a shaking sigh. "I don't want to go in there. Honestly, why can't we install a laundry chute or something, fuck."

"I'll follow you up, I c-"

"No, no, it's visiting day. You need to be down here. You know Chungha? Her daughter is visiting today. Don't want you to miss her." You offer a sad, tight lipped smile, but that doesn't trick her instincts to protect her weaker pack member. She knows you too well to be tricked.

"You just scream and I'll be there. Either of those cocky fucks lift a pinky in your direction and I'll gut them. They don't deserve to see a trial anyway."

A small exhale in the form of a chuckle lightens her protective instincts, she can tell you feel more at ease with her promise to be right there at the slightest hint of trouble.

"See you, Hyolyn."

"Later, babes."

You wave your fingers with a smile as the elevator doors slides shut. As soon as they clunk together, you let it fall and crouch with your head in your hands, taking in deep and slow breaths as you try and force all of the rumors you've heard about the two newest inmates away from your head.

The older alpha of the duo was the first born in this generation. They're always powerful. But he was born to two bloodthirsty rouges. Born in sin and blood lust.

The younger alpha was born just some months after, to an arranged marriage that was purposefully formed to make powerful children. They surely regret that now. Some say the man has the strongest, sharpest claws since the first lycan in Talbot Castle.

When the elevator dings, you're already upright and have that strong facade on that you put on when you're clocked in.

˚➶ ｡˚

You start with the familiar. "Hey, Chungha," you tap on the silver bars of her cell, "hand 'em over." She smiles as she stands, stripping the sheets from her cot and holding them through the bars for you. "Thank you," you draw on with a tug on your lips that matches hers.

"Yunnie in town?"

"Mhm," you hum as you fold the blanket before dropping it in the large basket on wheels, "she came over for stew, I made sure to feed her good and well, don't worry."

You know it was probably problematic, but you couldn't help it. Chungha came here three years ago on a charge for battery, and over those three years you became sort of friends with her.

The battered in her case was her grandfather. When her five year old daughter, Jiyun, started to show signs of being an omega- he left her in the snow to wither away. She managed to survive until her mother came home, and said mother was furious.

She was lucky she didn't charged with attempted manslaughter.

"She said she'll be here first thing."

"Thank you," she had a heavy pull on her voice. You don't have the emotional connection to other wolves like an alpha or beta did. But it was clear to anyone she was being sincere. "You're a good woman."

"Don't mention it, Yunnie is good company. Oh," you start to wheel the basket away when you remember something. You reach into the purse that you had set on the handles. "She made this at art class, asked me to give it to you so it didn't have to wait in processing."

It was a small, cruelly made ceramic bowl in the vague shape of a heart. It was clearly made by an eight year old, but made with love.

"I owe you."

"Just keep working on that parol work." You said lightly and blew a kiss as you moved to the next cell.

    The rest of your work nearly cleared your mind as you went from cell to cell, floor to floor. Omega's were on the second floor. Beta's on the third. Alphas on the fourth. High security on the fifth.

     It's on the fourth level that you begin to feel those nerves that you had just worked away. The scent was becoming stronger. They didn't put them on blockers? Maybe they didn't think it would be worth it. Everyone knew that they were the worst of the worst, they didn't even try to hide it. They would undoubtedly be put to death. Why waste two perfectly good, expensive, blockers?

     The basket of used sheets is nearly full, accumulating into a weight that makes you put your back into it as you push it into the elevator.

    Your index finger reaches out, and before you can stop yourself you've pressed the button to the fifth floor.

       You blank out until the door opens again. Your teeth are eternally grateful for the gum between them so they don't grind themselves into dust. The mint flavor does little to calm your nerves.

     The only thing that makes you come back to your own head is Changbin. He's a big, buff beta with a gun full of silver bullets on his work belt. He won't let them hurt you. His smile washes away a lot of the nerves.

    But the growl that rumbles against the walls makes them return ten, one hundred, one thousand fold. You don't dare say a word. A deer in headlights until Changbin places his hand on the small of your back. "Go on, don't give them the satisfaction of scaring you. They aren't going nowhere no time soon. Take a look."

     He motions you deeper into the hall, florescent lights buzzing above you, matching the jittering feeling in the deepest pit of your stomach. It smells too strong. Too much. You're about to fall to your knees from the weight and you haven't even come face to face with the near feral criminals.

    Changbin opens the doors at the end of the hall.

     They've definitely gone all out to keep them in place. Two large cages placed next to each other in the middle of the enormous room. Made of pure silver and wrapped in wolfsbane. The unpleasant smell of the plant makes your nose twitch. A ring of blood ash surrounds it. Only omegas can pass through blood ash, and now you start to realize why they sent you.

    You want to curse the warden, but the second you open your mouth, a loud cackle sounds out from one of the cages.

     Changbin's hand twitches at the gun attached to his side.

    "Oh wow," the smaller alpha chuckles, eyes closed, head tilted back, as he sniffs the air. "I didn't expect that." More manic giggles slip past his lips.

    You haven't even looked up to see them and you want to cave in on yourself.

    "What are you rambling about, huh?" The guard next to you shouts, making you flinch instinctively.

     "That sweet... sweet, smell," he moans. You can hear him shuffling. "From a peppy little spit fuck omega."

   You gasp abashedly, and now two laughs ring out. You want to wonder how they can smell you. Your insurance provides the best scent blocker in the country. But you're too scared to breathe, let alone think.

      "Shut up," Changbin groans, he can feel you tense next to him, "don't piss me off, Kim."

    "Awe," a new, rumbling voice makes you cower the second it reaches your ears, "this your mate? Hm, no... you wouldn't bring your mate here. You're not an idiot. Then, say... omega." You don't make a move to look when he addresses you, you stay looking at Changbins grip on his gun, silently.

     "Omega, come!" Your feet move for you, and that manic laugh almost makes you wet yourself as you realize that your wolf is making you move toward them without your consent. You stop just outside of the blood ash, where you know you're safe.

     "Changb-"

     "No. I'm the one you're speaking to."

   Changbin seems to be weighing his options, eyeing the men as they eye you.

    "Why are you here? You a shrink?"

    You shake your head.

   "You a lawyer?"

    Again.

   "She works here, dumbass, look at her scrubs," the younger speaks, and you nod subconsciously, to which he giggles, "what can we do for a pretty little thing like you?"

    When you refuse to speak, the guard does it for you. "She's here for your sheets today. Get used to her."

     You hated that this was your job, but it was easy and accessible, and available for omegas. Werewolves are clean freaks. Every day you had a different cleaning task, but you didn't complain. Not until right now- you wanted to rip out the throat of whoever's idea it was to not shoot these criminals on sight.

     "Ah," he hums, and you can feel his eyes raking your body. You can feel both of their eyes. "Not too bad of a sight to get used to. Huh, Hwa?"

     "Mh, that's right... can't wait to get my hands on her."

Your head snaps back to Changbin.

"Awn, she thinks he's gonna help her!" The high pitched giggles bounce around in your head. "Oh, little omega~"

The saccharine coo finally pulls your eyes to the men in the cages.

If you thought you knew what fear was before this moment, you were wrong.

The two strongest criminals in the country, staring you down like a piece of meat. It doesn't matter that they are the ones in cages of silver and wolfsbane. You are the one who feels cornered.

You can immediately feel out their dynamics. The taller one is the older one, quiet and still in his cage as he sits in the center. Shaggy, shining hair framing his face and neck like an elegant piece of lace over a brides face. He has a sleeve of tattoos on one forearm, a thick tattoo on his neck. Eyes glowing a deep, blood red, as he tries to read your entire story with only a look in your direction.

The giggling one is less intimidating, only by a hair. Chemically lightened locks pushed back messily, letting his entrancing features shine in the light from the narrow windows high on the walls. He has tattoos as well, but they seem few and far between. His eyes are human for a moment before they meet yours. Instantaneously, they flick black.

The knot drops from your throat and you let out a small, pathetic, squeak.

Changbin breaks your staring contest with the alpha, shouting orders at them. "Take the sheets off your cot and set them outside of your cage. Do not attempt to touch her, I will shoot you."

    Neither criminal makes a move to follow his orders, both simply staring at you.

A low growl is emitted when the older alpha finally snaps up, tearing the sheet off the sorry excuse for a bed in one fell swoop. The younger follows his lead, shoving their sheets through the bars that are wrapped in the poisonous flower.

You look to the guard, and he nods, "go." With his finger twitching at the gun ready to pull it, you jump over the dark red ashes and into the wolves den, snatching the sheets up as quick as possible and dashing away, out the door before they even get a chance to lock in your scent up close.

The giggles follow you all the way to the elevator and ring in your head even as the thick metal thunks shut.

As you take a deep breath, you notice the sheets are gripped to your chest, your claws drawn subconsciously in your panic and ripping them up. "Shit!" You let out a curse and shove them into the bottom of the basket so you don't have to smell it as closely on the long ride to the basement.

˚➶ ｡˚

The lingering wafts of your fresh scent are long gone, nothing to distract the alpha's from their caged boredom and bubbling rage over being caught. "I'll have that runts heart in my hands by the end of the month." Hongjoong groaned, to no one in particular- he knew Seonghwa was too deep in thought from their recent revelations. "Fucking back stabbers. They're more pathetic than a bitch in heat trying to get off with a dildo."

The thought hit his mind as soon as the words left his lips.

The thought of you, legs spread with your hand dipped low, trying to satisfy your primal urges and-

"Stop that." Seonghwa growls, kicking the bars of their shared 'wall'.

"Settle down!"

"Oh, like you weren't thinking it!" Hongjoong rolls his eyes, a scowl on his face as he crosses his arms. "Your ruts coming and you don't want your-"

"I said stop," he nearly roars, grabbing Hongjoong's state issued orange top and ripping it with his claws as he pulls him forward.

"I know you want her because I want her too." He whispers, smirking at the telltale signs of desire and bloodlust in his mates eyes. Red swirling around the brown of his human eyes. "Imagine how good she'll smell when we take out that stupid blocker. We'll be drowning in her scent." He moans, grabbing his wrist, "I get the honors, my claws are sharper, anyways," he draws them quickly, digging them into his skin as if to prove a point.

"I can use my teeth, mark h-"

"Oh, will you two stop? Love of God..." The guard in the large room slaps his book down on the rickety table. "What is there possibly for you to be fighting about? You're about to be executed, you know that right? No jury in the world will let you walk, especially the human half."

Their frustrations turn to the man, letting each other go. "Ah, you think so?" The older croons, dragging his index over his bleeding wrist and bringing it to his lips, sucking it clean before he continues. "We won't be around these parts long enough to meet the jury."

"What do you mean by that?"

Hongjoong covers his mouth when a laugh slips past. Seonghwa simply smirks as he sits cross legged, eyes locked with the guard as he licks his wound.

"What do you mean by that?!"

The blonde man breaks out in a fit of laughter. The brunette simply flashes his bloody canines in a twisted smile.

˚➶ ｡˚

You spent the whole time doing your daily tasks trying to hype yourself up to go back up to the fifth floor.

You usually went top down, four to one. Nobody has ever been on five before.

You go bottom up today, starting at Chungha with a full basket of freshly washed sheets. She prattles on about her visit with Jiyun, and how she's so thankful for you.

You choose that as your focus point for the rest of the work day, even as you press the button to the fifth floor.

You think back to the first time you spoke to Chungha, she was a crying mess, unable to sense that you were an omega like herself. She cried and cried and cried as you held her hand through the bars of temporary holding. She cried for her daughter, for cursing her with the shame of being the weakest link of any pack. When she looked up and saw your eyes, barely glowing, she cried more.

She apologized profusely, but you reassured her that her words were true, and you hadn't been offended. You told her that, in fact, she was the first to ever share your feelings of what being an omega really meant. It meant loneliness beside anyone but other omegas. Fake relationships born with people who only stuck around because of their primal instincts to either prey on you or protect you. It meant facing the fact that you were outcasts from both of the world's dominant societies. Outcasted from humans for being a werewolf. Outcasted from werewolves for being weak. So weak, in fact, that blood ash didn't even think of you as a wolf.

That night, you drove four hours to the next village over and looked after her daughter until her aunt had room. You remember the first thing the girl said to you. She didn't speak that whole day, surely in shock from the past few days events. But when you tucked her into the motel bed, she spoke as soft as a ghost, "sing me a song?"

You hum it to yourself now, the soft sound reverberating through the metal around you until the door opened.

You wheel the basket with you this time, like it will protect you as you approach the open doors, already feeling the unwavering gaze of the criminals.

"Hey, dolly~" Hongjoong, you had learned when you took a peek into their files, purred your way.

You didn't give him the satisfaction of responding verbally, but he saw the goosebumps on your arm as you reached into the basket, stretching on your tip toes to get the last two sheets.

"You never shut up do you, Kim?" The guard sighed with an exhausted tone, making you smile as you slowly made your way to the ring of red dust.

The throaty rumble from Seonghwa, the older, taller wolf, makes that smile drop to the depths of Hell.

The new guard seems to notice your anxiety, eyeing you up- in a much less predatory manner than the caged men. "Go on, 'mega. I'm watching them."

A bang on the metal bars makes you glue your foot right back where it came from. It's the blonde one, "you shut the fuck up!"

"No, you shut the fuck up! I'm the one with the silver bullets!"

All of the yelling is making you tremble, Hongjoong and the guard going back and forth. "She isn't your omega!"

"She ain't yours!"

Seonghwa watches with a sinister smile as you back away from the ash and the guard, calling to you quietly, "hey."

The soft tone of his voice makes you raise your eyes, but not your head. His eyes don't hold that threatening and dominating red from before. They're a soft brown color that reminds you of a beautiful dark oak in the morning sunshine. "What's your name?"

"(Y/n)..." your tongue moves without your consent, fresh blankets held to your work scrubs.

You desperately want the guard to notice this trance you're in, and grab you out of it. You want to do it yourself, but you can't do anything but admire the beauty of the criminal who has you hypnotized.

"You're a pretty omega, y'know? What color is your wolf?"

"Black..." It's a slur off your lips, barely registering in his sharply tuned ears over the yelling that continues to fill the room.

"Mine too. What's her name? His is Akma."

"Solis."

"Very pretty. Is she fast?"

"Yes."

"Does she want an alpha? A mate?"

"Yes."

The guard finally notices your raised gaze, affixed to the infamous, unlawful, man. He puts his gun back in the holster quickly before gripping your shoulder and forcing you to turn around. "You idiot, didn't anyone ever tell you not to look a first born in the eyes?"

"Sorry. I'm sorry." No one had ever told you that, actually.

Both of the criminals share a smirk as the man from your pack attempts to calm you. It wasn't hard for them to figure out you were an alpha-less village. They could smell every single wolf in five miles, and not a single stench from a wolf even nearly as strong as them.

There was, however, you. A honeyed smell that filled their guts with the primal need to rip out the eyes of anyone who dared look at you.

The guard couldn't be more wrong. You are their omega. You just don't know yet.

"Go and give these fucks their sheets, then get the hell out of here." The man shoved you, making you jump clumsily over the ash so you didn't break the seal.

He yells at them to back up, and they do so without a fight.

You shove them both in at the same time before running back out quickly, grabbing the empty basket and dragging it with you, the sound of the wheels scraping with the force of your panic echoing in the near empty room.

"You guys get off on scaring defenseless girls?" The guard scoffs, not expecting an answer as he drags the chair out of the room and slams the doors behind him.

Seonghwa lets his facade fall the second the door shuts, falling to his knees and grappling at the sheet like he's a starving man with the last piece of food on Earth. Hongjoong watches for a moment in confusion until the scent catches up with his weaker nose. Then he's quickly falling in the same position.

"It worked, the guard was so easy to distract," Hongjoong chuckles, face buried into the sheet that smells vaguely like you from your time spent holding it. "What did you learn?"

"(Y/n), a black wolf named Solis," he pauses, eyes rolled back as he takes a deep breath. They're red when they re-open. "No mate. It's really her."

"You think we should have told her?" Hongjoong inquires, looking through the bars.

He's never seen Seonghwa on his knees for anyone but him or the moon.

"No," he shakes his head, turning to lock eyes with him. "She'll figure it out when I mark her."

"When I mark her."

He rolls his eyes at his defiant nature, knowing full well he won't disobey his orders no matter how badly he wants to do something.

In a dog eat dog world, the strongest was the most powerful. Unlike their human neighbors, werewolves don't decide political or social standing by money or family name. They decide based on who comes out on top in a battle of the body and of the wits.

It had been determined years ago, when they were just young rebellious pups, that Seonghwa was the alpha. A fight in the woods under the moon had set it in stone between the two.

He could have ripped Hongjoongs throat out right then and there, but now, 13 years later in the present; they're bonded for life.

Sometimes he still sees Hongjoong as that 12 year old boy under his teeth, still snapping and growling even as he bled out with tears in his dark eyes, fighting to survive purely out of spite.

"You can mark her first," Seonghwa speaks quickly, turning his back as he puts the sweet smelling sheet on his cot.

He smiles at the man, a quiet thanks spoken through their bonded souls.

˚➶ ｡˚

Tuesday, they don't see you until much later in the day, but they bask in the sight of you opening the door with a broom and tray in hand, smiling at Changbin. You'll be here for a while, it's a big room.

"Hey, Binnie," you whisper to the beta, and Seonghwa has to bite his tongue.

Binnie? Ugh.

Hongjoong isn't so polite, "hey, Dolly! We don't get a hello?" You barely peek at him, eyes flicked from him right back to the floor in a millisecond. He knows you noticed his pout when he hears the smallest 'hello' tremble by your lips.

You start in the corner, headphones attached to your walkman with your favorite song on repeat to try and soothe yourself. Bill Withers calming voice blocks out every word of the teasing alphas, but you can still feel them mocking you and picking at you.

You don't dare sweep anywhere near the blood ash on the floor. One less precaution in place was one more thing to worry about.

"Bye, Binnie."

He does growl that time, eyes narrowed on your back until the door shuts.

˚➶ ｡˚

Wednesday, you have a frown on your face. "Three days in a row?" The guard Hongjoong got in a yelling match with, Merle, greets you as you come into the cavernous room, "bad schedule huh?"

"No kidding," you sigh, feet slightly hesitant to pass the dust border, "I'm here to fix your shirt. It's state property." You don't look at them, but they know who you're referring to.

They act like they don't, though. Just to hear more of your voice. To make you wriggle under their attention. "Sorry? What do you mean?"

You look and point to Hongjoong, his collar ripped from Seonghwas grasp. "State property."

"Ah, of course." He grins like a jackal, pulling it over his head and sticking his hand out of the bars just in the slightest. "On one condition."

You pout, eyes on the shirt which is just far enough away that you'd have to step closer. And it's the cutest fucking thing they've ever seen.

You look back up at him, silently asking. "Sit and talk with us. The guards here are no fun!" His laugh makes you jump back further, he sounds like a mad pirate.

You look over to Merle, who just shrugs, "just get it over with so these guys will shut up. They're only talkative around you, they need an audience for their antics."

"We won't bite," Seonghwa chuckles with his teeth exposed, making you shiver.

"Fine, give it here." You take a single step forward, palm out infront of the blonde.

When you grab it and go to race away like always, his claws wrapping all the way around your wrist stops you, sharp edges threatening to slice your skin down to the bone. You scream your head off, silenced when Seonghwa coos softly, "sit with us, and talk."

"Let me go..." you plead, eyes frantically flicking to Merle, whose gun is drawn to Hongjoongs head from the border of the ash, waiting for him to take one more wrong move so he can rid the world of one of its greatest criminals.

"Sit, omega." You do so, slowly lowering to the floor with your wrist and life still in Hongjoongs hand. "You have your sewing kit with you, I can hear the buttons hitting the needle. So sit, stay, and talk while you fix it."

Once again, they're the ones caged in. But you're the one who's stuck.

     One look to Merle tells you he probably wouldn't help you even if he could get to you. He lowers his gun as your tailbone hits the concrete floor.

     Your thin work scrubs do little to fight the cold of the old flooring, one reason of many that you shake as you reach into your purse and get the small tin box.

     Hongjoong releases your wrist and sits mirrored to you, hands perched on the bars in the gaps of the purple vine flower wrapped on them. Seonghwa comes to the corner of his side of the split cage and breathes in deeply through his nose, eyes locked in on your every movement. "So you're essentially the errand lady? Maid?"

      "Yes..." You murmur under your breath as your fingers work to thread the needle, slowly backing away until you're out of reach, but still stuck in the blood ash with no one to rescue should the men infront of you decide to rip their cages open. You only stop backing away when you hear a warning growl.

     You don't care to see which it came from, you just want to do this as quickly as possible and get far, far, away. They could have chose anyone to focus their annoying efforts on. Changbin, Merle, the warden. But no, just your luck.

      "You live in the village, right? Were you born here?" Seonghwa continues to do the talking as you carefully fix the shirt.

      "Yes. And no."

     A small hum from the one in front of you is a sign they want you to continue. "I was born to an overpopulated pack. They kicked me out when I turned eighteen. Our old alpha took me in." The hitch in your voice is a clear sign that it's a sore topic. And Hongjoong continues to poke the wound.

      "How did they find you?"

       "Woods."

       "Woods?"

     You can't help the small growl of frustration, lip curling as you look up. "Woods."

     The reaction is one you wouldn't have expected from a normal person, but then- they aren't normal.

     They laugh, cooing over your gesture of anger. Compared to them, you seem like a teacup puppy. "My, my," the brunette chuckles breathily, "is that Solis coming to play?"

     "At least she can," you snap, sent to the back of your own head as your wolf tries to defend you, "she isn't a caged mutt."

    Hongjoong breaks out into a manic fit of laughter, while his paramour is the opposite: his eyes flick red before your own, sharp teeth on display in a show of dominance over your smaller ones that are subconsciously bared at him. "Watch it, omega." He spits his words with venom, "I won't be so nice when I get out of here."

     You rip the extra thread with your claw, kicking the shirt across the floor so it sits at the bottom bar of Hongjoongs cage. His chest still wracks with laughter, watching as you sit up in a low squat so you're still level with the alpha.

      It's clear that you aren't currently you. Your wolf has control of your mouth and body, crouched in a position akin to that of a dog ready to pounce as you hiss your words, "I'm going to laugh in your face as you hang."

     "Aw, is that how dear old alpha died?"

     "Cut it out!" Merle screams disinterested, eyes glued to his flimsy magazine.

      "I heard he got gutted~" Hongjoong giggles, watching the color flicking in your eyes.

     "I'll gut you!" Your threat only makes him laugh more.

      "(Y/n)!" The voice of Hylyon breaks your wolf away from you immediately, falling to your bottom and crawling to the sound unwittingly. "You fucking idiot, Merle!" 

     She reaches over the blood ash and pulls you over the ring, letting you collapse into her as she drags you away, still throwing profanities at the incompetent guard. Hongjoong is laughing loudly. Seonghwa yelling at you to come back. The elevator cuts of his roar, the last thing you see through your blurry vision is his fist making a dent in the silver cage.

You fall onto the floor of the metal box. Thoughts flood your head too quickly for you to swim though them, making you drown and try to escape by releasing the pain with tears. You don't even notice when your friend turns her key in the elevator to make it stop in its tracks, you only see her when she sits right infront of you.

"Babes, calm down, I've got you," she reaches out slowly and places a hand on your leg, slowly rubbing her thumb over your knee.

"I can't go back up there... they're too strong, they make me feel like I'm suffocating," you splutter through gasps, "I'm too weak!"

"Hey, hey, you're spiraling!" She opens her arms and pulls you into her, letting you sob into her uniform. "In and out, girl," she holds the back of your neck securely, almost instantaneously making you calm. "I got you... I got you..."

You sit there for a good while, crying into her shoulder as you sort through your wracked brains.

Your alpha was gutted. Right in front of you. Because of you.

Unbeknownst to you, their tuned ears are still listening in, the elevator stuck within their ear shot as you begin mumbling your favorite song to yourself through tears.

˚➶ ｡˚

The sound of claws slicing through the skin on your back rings in your ears. Though, you can't feel it. Your eyes are locked in on your own claws, dug into the hardwood floor of your humble home to keep yourself from being dragged.

     You've been here a million times before.

     Blood pooling off of your body and onto the frigid surface below you. Teeth sharp and bared to the moon though the open window, begging that she might let you survive. Eyes aglow with your instincts as your wolf tries with every fiber of her being to turn, but she knows it's no use.

     The distorted voice above you drips with mocking venom, a chuckle as its owner realizes you can't even fight back like other wolves might: by letting your wolf fully transform.

     The wind blows through your curtains, washes your body in the artic breeze. The snowflakes on your windowsill are so delicate, all of their features fade into a blurry mush as they make contact. They melt, dripping down your wall.

     This time it's different.

      You're turned over, gaping wounds slammed into the floor as always, but when you look up to your aggressor it's different.

      His eyes aren't the yellow of a rouge, but the red of an alpha. His hair isn't that unruly blonde curl that you pulled at frantically, that you can still feel on your finger tips when your hands are unoccupied. It's long, shining, soft looking dark locks.

       You fall through the floor into another time, another place.

     Face first into the snow: your hands, shaking with adrenaline, do little to catch you.

       You don't remember this.

       This isn't right.

       This isn't your nightmare.

       You find yourself in a clearing in a forrest, the densely packed trees creating a bubble of nature around you. "(Y/n)?"

      You whip around, coming face to face with an unfamiliar man. Almost face to face. If he weren't floating a few feet in the air.

     His legs are crossed under him, hands facing palms up on his knees.

      "Don't worry. You're only dreaming." He speaks calmly as he floats around you in a circle, like a shark examining its potential prey.

     You follow him with your feral gaze, that familiar feeling of an adrenaline crash quickly approaching.

You know you're only dreaming. You've had that last dream more times than you can count in the past three years. It always plays the same. But not this time. You're only slightly thankful that you don't have to witness your alphas death again, but the gratefulness is overshadowed by confusion.

"Are you an angel?" You whisper, watching the man's soft and rounded features as he comes to a stop in the air in front of you and gracefully lowers to his feet.

"I can be, if that's what you want me to be. I'm only here to watch your dreams, fight off the nightmares."

"Why?" You feel distant from your body, watching powerlessly as your hand takes his, letting him lead you out of the clearing and into the darkness of the woods.

It disappears around you, warping into a spring day on a familiar path.

"A favor for a friend."

With the snow gone, you're in your spot, your old towel on the dewy grass with a book laid atop of it and the soil beneath your feet as you approach.

"Enjoy."

The hand vanishes from your own, leaving you alone on the side of the path. You look for him. But he's just an eidolon, watching you from the sky where you can't see him.

You warily take a seat and pick up the book.

˚➶ ｡˚

They don't see you again through the week. And when the next Monday comes by, their sheets are removed while they're in the showers.

Hongjoong sighs from his place on the floor, for the tenth time in the past half hour.

"Hong-"

"I miss our omega!" He whines, cutting him off.

Seonghwa stands from his cot, slowly lowering to the floor next to their shared bars. He lays flat on his back, mirroring Hongjoong as he tilts his head to look at him. "Soon." Is the only word he utters.

He reaches through the silver bars, ignoring the sting as the fresh wolfsbane brushes his wrist, and takes his hand.

The both of them look up at the ceiling through the bars of their enclosure.

Your scent is long gone from the room, and their noses can barely pick up on it through the rest of the village and prison.

"I want out of here," Hongjoong whispers, so lowly that the guard can't hear him from outside of the door, "when are they coming? Your bond with them is stronger, I can barely feel them..."

"Soon." He repeats, "very soon, Joong."

˚➶ ｡˚

Tuesday you manage to talk your coworker into sweeping the top floor, and you rejoice in the freedom of not being under the alpha's gazes. You've worked out a good schedule to completely avoid seeing them, and it's made your job feel like it's back to normal.

You can still smell their power wafting through the AC, but it's bearable. You distract yourself in your free time by making excuses to be on the second floor with Chungha and the other omegas.

Today, that excuse is 'omegas need physical outlets too', and the warden let you bring up buckets and brushes so you could all scrub the base boards.

"Oh, I've got one!" The omega to your left speaks, lifting his brush in the air in a eureka moment, "Texas Chainsaw Massacre or... Halloween?"

Chungha scoffs with a smile as she scrubs away to your right, "are we including sequels? There's like a billion!"

"No, stand alone original," Beomhan goes back to scrubbing as he continues, "both of them are classics but which one is a better classic?"

"Halloween is the classic slasher, Texas Chainsaw is like psychological horror," you chime in as you dip your brush into the bucket, sitting on your calves as you take a breather. "I think it's not fair to compare them... but Texas Chainsaw, definitely."

They laugh along with you, and Chungha shakes her head, "Halloween has more rewatchablity. You don't want to see Sally go through that more than once, but Laurie Strode fights harder and it's more like, yeah I'll watch her kick ass again."

"Cinematography in both is so beaut-"

The lights above you flicker before they shut down completely. People start muttering their concerns, quite a few of them looking your way. "Don't worry!" You hop up and get your keys from your pocket as you make your way to the locked stairwell. "I'll go and see what's going on, keep scrub-"

A loud siren echoes in the brick walls, shocking you all to cover your ears.

Everyone looks to you for answers, and you don't have any as your brain starts throwing theory after theory at you.

"It's okay, go back to your cells! Shut them behind you!"

They listened, however grumpy about it. The cell doors locked automatically when they were closed.

"Hey, what's going on?" Chungha asked over the clanging of the cell doors. The two of you, along with Beomhan, were the only ones left after a moment.

"Go back to your cell, Beomhan, hurry."

"No, what's happening?"

     The sirens cut off and leave you in a pregnant pause for a moment as you simply try to calm yourself.

A deafening scream ricochets through the air vent next to you, scaring you into their arms as you all stare at it.

Usually, the air flow covered the echoes throughout the floors. But with no power, you could hear everything- albeit muffled.

Yells and shouts. Gunshots. Growls. Unidentifiable chaos. And above all, your ears tuned in on a rumbling, calm voice through it all.

"Ain't no sunshine when she's gone... It's not warm when she's away..."

Your eyes widen as theres a bang at the stairwell door. "Go, go!" You grab each of their wrists, dragging them into Chungha's cell. You slam it behind you and let down the sheet she has over it, backing away and staring at it as you hear the door hit the wall behind it with the force it's slammed open.

"(Y/n), what the hells happening?!"

     You slap your hand over his mouth and bring a finger to your lips. The other omegas on the floor are all making a ruckus, and you can only hope that it will confuse that unfortunately familiar voice so he can't find you.

˚➶ ｡˚

The beta in the large room ignores Hongjoong as he continuously asks after 'the pretty omega'.

He just sweeps and sweeps, finally understanding why you hate coming up here. He has his back turned to the cage, and consequently, to the windows.

High on the tall walls, the narrow glass is opened from the outside. Seonghwa smirks, and gestures his head to it. Hongjoongs gaze follows, and he has to slap a hand over his mouth so he doesn't laugh.

A skinny figure is sliding its way in through the window sideways.

He drops to the floor as silent as a mouse, landing on his knees and grinning wildly up at his alphas.

Hongjoong throws his head back in preemptive relief, while Seonghwa is watching with a similarly wide smile as the man walks straight through the blood ash, breaking the circle with the tip of his shoe.

The worker still has his back turned as the lock on Seonghwas cage is picked with a long claw. He doesn't even know what's happening as the next thing he knows, he's thrown across the floor.

      Blood ash knocks up around him, coughs wracking his body as he looks up to his assailant.

      Park Seonghwa, newly freed from his cage, looks down at the worker with his eyes glowing red.

     "Now usually..." He begins, crouching to be face to face with him, "I'd go through this whole place just for the fuck of it and cause some beautiful chaos. But I'm looking for someone."

     "(Y/n)?" He stutters out, backing away only to knock into Hongjoongs legs. Stuck between the two criminals, he chooses his own head over yours. "The second floor! Sh-she's on the second floor!"

     "Let's go get our omega, Joong."

      Nonchalantly, Hongjoong draws his claws and slices the neck of the worker. He hops over the gurgling body and follows his mate with an ecstatic giggle.

      He wraps his arm around the skinny man's shoulder, "Wooyoung! Our savior~" He ruffles his hair and laughs as he groans.

     "You guys know I've got your back. Seonghwa told me about your new omega, you seem excited," he mimics the alphas smile as the eldest of the trio opens the doors.

     The guard on duty, who happens to be Merle, looks back with wide eyes.

"Yes, oh yes!" His eyes roll to the back of his head, touching the stitches you made on his shirt. "Oh, you'll love her, she's a feisty omega just like you."

He makes a run for the fire alarm at the end of the hall, but Seonghwa is faster. The beta is tackled to the floor.

"I'm glad you both will have a buffer, tired of you always at each other's throats during ruts," Wooyoung laughs, looking down at the guard as they pass.

Seonghwa had simply torn out his throat with his bare hand and made his way to the elevator, holding it open with an impatient glare.

The door closes behind them and the only sound is Seonghwa's heavy breathing.

"You're real eager, huh?" The omega breaks the silence, "San should be coming in any second to block the main door. No one will get past him. The rest are in the village, just as we planned."

"Good, she'll need somewhere to rest before we take off....Fucking idiots, thinking they can cage us." He groans, eyes flicking to the number above the doors as it dings.

       3? "Fuck."

     The door opens and the woman on the other side takes a moment, nearly walking in before she notices the crimson liquid dripping from Segonhwa's hand.

      She makes it halfway through the hall before Hongjoong pounces on her, fighting her effortlessly as if she's a rag doll. The guards run to try and save her, but it's too late for the unfortunate woman, and they just signed their own death certificate as well.

       Seonghwa and Wooyoung make quick work of them, but their plan is already foiled as the lights flicker to a halt and leave them bathed in dim light of the setting sun in the few windows.

      The alphas fall to their knees as their sensitive ears are bombarded with a loud, incessant siren.

      "Wooyoung!" Hongjoong screams over it, "go turn that shit off!"

      He nods, taking the keys off a mauled guard and dashing to the stair well, leaving it unlocked behind him.

     Hongjoong crawls to Seonghwa, collapsing into his chest with his teeth clenched and palms over his ears. His ears were always more sensitive.

     His partner places his hands over his, thumb running over his own. He looks down with his eyes glowing red, meeting pure black.

He leans and kisses him deeply, all teeth and bloodlust, trying to merge their souls until the sirens cuts off.

Their foreheads rest together, ignoring the chaos of the beta's around them yelling to be released.

"Are you ready?" Seonghwa whispers, gathering another set of keys from the fallen workers. He throws it to one of the locked in prisoners, a smirk on his face. So much for not creating chaos.

"Let's go," Hongjoong holds the door to the staircase open and lets him go first with a dramatic bow.

It takes one scream to start the havoc. The entire prison is filled with the sickly sweet sounds of caged animals with a taste of freedom. Gunfire and howls bring a smile to Seonghwa's lips as he sings out,

"Ain't no sunshine when she's gone... it's not warm when she's away..."

He hums the song with a wide grin as Hongjoong kicks the door. It takes only one more kick before it slams open and bangs against the cement wall.

The omegas in their cells are all yelling at them, at one another, in general.

Hongjoong kicks one of the many buckets on the floor over and groans, "here I was thinking she'd make it easy. I guess we'll have to go cell to cell!" A small spike of a heartbeat in his ears makes him smirk, following the sound that he memorized the first time he'd heard it.

Seonghwa follows him, immediately zeroing in on the same cell. He comes to stand infront of it, his breath making the blanket behind the bars sway slightly.

You see both pairs of orange slip on shoes and you feel your heart stop in your chest.

You cower further into the corner with Beomhan as Chungha stands in front of you. The sheet is grabbed from the outside and ripped away, making you all shriek.

"Were you playing hide and seek?" Hongjoong giggles, throwing the blanket to the side with his eyes never leaving you, a scowl growing on his features as he notices the way you're curling into another wolf. "You should know better than to hide from your alphas. Come on out."

You shake your head, gaze lowered as you hold onto the back of Chungha's uniform.

"(Y/n)," the saturnine man speaks, "come here."

"No, leave us alone! Leave me alone," your voice cracks despite how strong you want to appear.

"If I have to drag you out of here I will be very angry. Just come on, do us all a solid."

"No-"

"Open the fucking door!"

"No!"

The cells were built to hold lycans, which means lycans shouldn't be able to get in... right?

"Fucking-" Seonghwa hits the bars, leaving a dent and making the three of you jump.

Hongjoong leans on his tiptoes and whispers into his ear, and whatever he says makes his eyes begin glowing a murderous red.

He slowly wraps his clawed fingers around the bars, and the way Hongjoong backs up makes your stomach churn in anxiety of what's about to come.

And it was warranted anxiety.

With a loud growl and a single tug, he rips the silver bars from their cemented place in the wall, causing a large crack to form.

"Holy shit!" Beomhan screams, arms wrapping around you tightly.

Chungha is ripped from the small room and tossed all the way across the room, back colliding with the wall and leaving her unconscious.

You yelp as Beomhan meets a similar fate, torn from your grasp and out into the rec room like he's a mere bag of trash. You see Hongjoong approaching him with his long black claws out and proud, but your vision is blocked by the large alpha infront of you.

     Your hips back into Chungha's small desk, and your hands clamber around, landing on something small and solid.

     You swing it at his head and he ducks, grabbing your wrist and dragging you out of the small cell. You manage to swing again, making contact with his head. The small ceramic bowl shatters into pieces and leaves him only temporarily stunned, glaring down at you.

      "Fucking stop," he growls quietly, shoving you to the floor.

       He lets you shuffle away, only because Hongjoong is right behind you.

     The blonde chuckles, pulling you back up by your collar and crashing you face first into one of the round steel tables bolted into the floor. "Ow!" You yell out as your head makes contact, fighting against him with all your might, but it's fruitless.

     He kicks your feet apart and stands between them, leaning his chest over your back. You can feel his nose against your neck, over the healed skin above your scent blocker. You snap your eyes shut and do the only thing you can thing of.

     You can't fight. Begging to these men would be useless. You can't disappear into the floor like you wish you could.

     "Please, Selene," you pray to the moon, tears slipping past your shut eyes as you feel the claws of the mad man on your neck.

       You cry out as the other worldly sharp nails slice into your neck, slowly and almost surgically. His other hand is cupped on the back of your head, keeping your head pushed into the cold metal. "Shhhh," he gushes above you, "it's okay."

      Seonghwa sits at one of the bolted stools and rests his head to mimic yours, cheek on the table. "We'd've been more gentle if you listened, omega."

       Between the tips of his claws, Hongjoong holds your small alloy scent blocker. Almost instantaneously, your natural scent floods their senses.

     Their deep rumbles of pleasure make you snap your eyes back shut, missing the way Hongjoong stomps on the device.

     "Fuck," the wolf behind you curses, body pressed close to yours like he wants to fuse together, he places his hands in yours and tells you, "you might want to squeeze."

    "Wh- ah!" Your scream echoes over all of the other chaos as his teeth sink into your left shoulder, and you do just that. Your clawed hands squeeze around his, sharp nails knocking together as you hold on like his hands are the only thing keeping you from slipping to the underworld.

       It feels like a million pins and needles washing over you, leaving you paralyzed in place as he purrs into the wound, making your bones vibrate.

     A warm, comforting hand on your cheek makes you force your eyes open. Seonghwa smiles sweetly, like he isn't witnessing one of the biggest crimes in the lycan community.

      Forcing someone to be your mate for the rest of your mortal lives.

     "Breathe, omega," his words make you realize you're holding your breath, and you let it out as a sob. "That's it," he hums, rubbing his hand down your head with all the gentleness he's capable of.

        Hongjoong pulls away with a moan, resting his head between your shoulder blades as he catches his breath.

     Your wolf is already calling for her mate, howling in the back of your mind as you cry.

       "Don't worry, we'll take good care of you." Seonghwas words have little time to register in your adrenaline filled head as he turns your head the other way and climbs up on the table.

     It hits you when he moves your ruffled shirt away from your right shoulder. "No! No!" You find yourself with two million pins and needles in your body now, squeezing Hongjoongs hands all over again as Seonghwa sinks his teeth into you at an excruciatingly slow pace.

They're bigger, or maybe they only feel that way because your body is on fire. You sob freely, feet stomping pathetically to cope with the pain.

What little comfort you find in Hongjoong squeezing your hands back is washed away by the simple fact that it's him. That blood from his claws drips onto your skin.

It feels like a century later that the older alpha finally pulls away, a bellow of pleasure as he runs his thumb over the wound: making you jump.

"Your turn, omega."

The weight of their bodies is gone, but you can't bring yourself to move. Out of fear, maybe. Pain, perhaps.

"You know what happens to wolves who don't finish the bond." Hongjoong purrs teasingly, knowing full well that you will have to mark them back least you want to suffer at the hands of the moon herself.

A life with them was better than being turned inside out and left to the elements. Just barely.

You lift yourself on shaking arms and nearly fall as you turn. You would have if not for Hongjoong catching you. He lifts you back to the table much gentler, letting your legs dangle as you sit on the table top.

"Why... why me?"

"... Have you heard of Harry Talbot?"

"Harry Talbots a myth... what's he got to do with your fuck shit?"

"Harry Talbot was the first wolf that could smell his mate. He could tell just by her smell, they were meant to be." Hongjoong slots his way between your legs, smiling down at you with his bloody teeth, "her smell called to him. It wasn't just good. It wasn't a normal scent. It was...alluring."

You were growing dizzy, head spinning.

"Strong alphas can sniff out their true mate. And, baby, we're the strongest that there is."

You have to force yourself to swallow. Have to remember to breathe.

"Why? Because you're... alluring."

That's the last thing you can register before your world turns dark.

˚➶ ｡˚ PART ONE END ˚➶ ｡˚

[luvbugs-blog]

getting caught with the mha boys - part two!

featuring: bakugo

a/n: aged up characters!

warnings: a little steamy

#bakugo

you were sitting in the living room with your friends, listening to a fruits basket episode, sitting next to your childhood best friend, midoriya. the two of you were facing each other, discussing the fact that the united states government just acknowledged the existence of extraterrestrials. the two of you were very passionate during the discussion, handing waving in the air. there was an occasional comment from todoroki who was sitting on the couch as well, but it was mostly rambling conspiracy theories about shape-shifters and ufo sightings.

you heard your boyfriend coming from the familiar stomp of his combat boots. the door was thrown open as he walked through, eyes roaming the room, presumably looking for you. but when he spots you, he immediately scowls, boots stomping a little harder as he turns to go to his room.

you stop your rant and look questionably at your friend.

"what's his deal?"

"i have no idea."

a voice behind you startles you slightly, "i bet he's jealous."

you whip around, placing a hand on your heart. "jeez, todoroki."

"maybe he's right," midoriya throws out there. "he's always been a bit protective of his things."

"you should go check on him." you sigh, knowing he is right.

"if i'm not back in 20 minutes, send help," you joke. todoroki looks at you funny, but at least midoriya laughed.

you meander to your boyfriend's door, taking your time in hopes that his temper might subside. you knock on the door, but don't hear an answer. you knock once more, but still, nothing. you warn katsuki that you're coming in, and hear nothing but a grunt. you walk in and gently shut the door behind you, walking towards the bed. you see katsuki tucked under the covers, scrolling on his phone. you sit next to him, who is facing you, but refusing to make eye contact.

"baby?" nothing. "kats, what's wrong?"

"why don't you just go hang out with your other boyfriend instead of me?" he shuffles around under the covers until his back is turned towards you.

"oh, you big baby." you kick off your shoes and join him under the covers, wrapping your body around his back. "you're so jealous," you giggle in his ear. you see him drop his phone on the bed as he turns back around to glare at you, but he still wraps his arms around your middle.

"am not."

"are too."

"fuck you."

"you'd like too." he glares again, and you just smirk back in response.

"i love you, you know. but i also have been friends with midoriya for as long as i've been friends with you." he frowns but nods.

"i know."

"you want to know what we were talking about?" he buries his face in your chest.

"no."

"we were talking about aliens." he just laughs.

"nerds. all of you." he pulls away to look at you.

"kats-" he cut you off with his lips, bruising against yours. he pulls you closer to him, grabbing onto your hips. his hand slides down your side until his reaches your thigh, pulling it over his hip and holding it there. your hands slide into his hair, pulling slightly, causing him to groan. his lips travel down your throat, sucking lightly, until you get impatient and pull him back to your lips.

he rolls on top of you, body in between your legs, not breaking the kiss, until the door slams open. katsuki rolls off of you and the both of you sit up, fixing shirts and hair.

"y/n?"

"todoroki?"

"half-and-half?"

"are you ok?" he asks worriedly, but not moving from the door.

"of course! why do you ask?"

"you said to come get you in twenty minutes."

you and katsuki look at each other, but before you could say anything, you hear midoriya running down the hall and yelling, "todoroki! she was joking!"

"I"M GOING TO KILL YOU, YOU BASTARD!"

a/n: send me prompts!!

[buckyshoneybunny]

Beautiful

 Bucky Barnes + Curvy!Female!Reader 

Summary- Bucky proves to you that you are beautiful. 

W.C.- 2623 

Warnings- Fluff, tiny bit of angst(?), smut, 18+ Mdni! Oral (female), fingering, P in V sex, unprotected sex (don’t do that) 

A/N- First time writing smut, hope you like it. This got a little personal 😬 but to all my fellow curvy + plus size girls you are beautiful 😘. I’m thinking of writing a series, with either Alpha, roommate, neighbor, or biker Bucky, I can’t pick. Any suggestions or ideas, I will gladly listen. Also, thank you so much for all the love on my first story!! Please don’t post or steal my work, feedback is welcome. Hope you enjoy!  

Masterlist

You took another deep, shaky breath as you studied your reflection for the hundredth time in the last five minutes. Tonight was the big night; you and Bucky were going to be taking the next step in your relationship. After many dates and late-night talks, you were finally ready to take the next step. Bucky, the ever so perfect guy he is, was patient with you, assured you that he was perfectly fine waiting until you were ready. 

You and Bucky were making out on your couch, you straddling his lap, when you pulled away with a gasp. Bucky starts kissing down your neck, as his hands start to slide up your shirt you freeze.  

Having noticed this, he immediately stops and pull back to look at you. “You okay, peach?” You look away. 

He gently cups your face, his cold, metal hand soothing your burning cheeks. “Talk to me Babygirl, what’s wrong?”  

You bite your lip. “I don’t think I’m ready yet,” you whisper. “I know I should have said something sooner instead of waiting until we’re both worked up but I-” 

“Peach, breathe,” be cuts off your nervous ramble. He rearranges you both so that you’re not positioned over his bulge. “It’s okay, if you aren’t ready then we wait, okay?” He says softly. 

You glance down at his lap feeling guilty. “But what about-” 

“No, don’t worry about that. It’ll go away shortly. How about we cuddle and watch our show? I’m dying to see what happened to Angela,” he suggests. 

You nod after a moment and hug him. “Thank you, Bucky,” you mumble into his neck.  

“Anything for you, peach” 

It wasn’t because you were a virgin or wanted to do things the ‘proper’ way, although you never told Bucky why, he guessed it was because of how insecure you are of your weight. Okay, yes, you were a little curvy, yes multiple guys had laughed at you when you tried to get their attention or looked at you in disgust whenever you tried to wear something that showed a little skin. 

Yes, you were insecure about your weight, but that wasn’t the reason you wanted to wait. Bucky had made sure you knew he loved your curves, no matter how hard you tried to hide them. You often chose pants over shorts and never wore tank tops, but it wasn’t because of your weight- the team made sure you knew they loved you for you, you felt comfortable around them- no, it was because of your skin. 

See, you weren’t one of those girls who had smooth, shiny skin, and that’s why you never showed off anything more than your arms. You had cellulite, bumps everywhere, and pimples in places you wished you didn’t. Not one spot on your body was smooth or clear, it didn’t matter where you shaved or moisturized, every time you slide your hands up your arms or down your legs it was bumpy. You tried everything under the sun but nothing helped, only few things made it a little better, you couldn’t even use your favorite scented lotions that often because it only made them worse. The tan on your skin helped hide it, but it was still there. 

A ding from your phone pulled you back to the present, you picked it up and noticed Bucky had texted you. 

💖My love- Hey, peach! I’m really excited for tonight, and since tonight is a very special night, I got you a little something (with the help of Nat of course), check your closet 😉.  

You walk into your closet to see a long, white, plastic bag hung up with your other dresses. When you unzip it, you can’t help but gasp.  The dress is a long, V-neck red satin dress with double slits. Phone in hand, you text him back. 

You-This is gorgeous Buck, but I don’t know if it’ll look right on me. 

💖My love-I know it’s way out of your comfort zone but believe me, you’ll be the sexiest woman to have ever existed, you already are but you’ll look even more gorgeous. You don’t have to wear it but I hope you do, see you soon, peach 😘. 

Trusting Bucky, you decide to wear it. You put on some plum scented lotion, damn your skin- at least it’ll be soft-, and put the dress on. It fits perfectly, your tan hides your skins secrets and the dress hugs your curves, for once you actually feel sexy. You take your hair out of the French braids and spray on some watermelon scented perfume. Right as you finish putting on your heels, there’s a knock at the door. You grab your clutch and look at yourself in the mirror one last time. Taking a deep breath you open the door. 

Bucky’s eyes widen as he takes you in, you do the same when you see him. He’s in a perfectly fitting suit that shows off his defined muscles, it’s cotton and black, he has a white button up under the jacket with a red tie.  

“How do I look?’ You ask nervously. When he doesn’t answer you start to overthink.  

“God damn,” he mumbles under his breath. His eyes sweep over your body again. “I don’t think I have ever wanted your thighs wrapped around my head more than I do now,” he says distractedly, staring at your thighs.  

“Bucky!” You gasp and playfully smack his chest. He grins, grabbing your wrists, he puts them around his neck as his hands settle on your waist.  

He chuckles. “Seriously though, you look absolutely gorgeous.” He kisses you then slides over to kiss your neck; he breathes in deeply and groans. “Mmm. You smell delicious,” he mumbles against your skin. He slides his hands up your sides.  

“Cut it out, we’re gonna be late,” you giggle and move before his hands can reach the bare skin of your arms, avoiding his touch. He notices.  

“Alright, alright, come on, peach.” He grins and leads you to the elevator, his hand in yours.  

As the elevator closes, he asks, “When the hell did you get that tan?” 

“When everyone was gone on that one mission.” 

“Damn, I missed this gorgeous body half naked in the sun?” He playfully pouts.   

You snort and shake your head. 

Once you both get to the restaurant, the hostess takes you to your table. It’s the fancy Italian restaurant that takes months in advance to get a reservation.  

As the waiter leaves with your orders you ask, “How did you get a table here? It takes months in advance.” 

“Tony called in a few favors,” he grins. “I want tonight to be special,” he adds softly. His hand covers yours on the table. You smile at him and interlace your fingers together. 

“How come you won’t let me touch you?” He blurts out.  

You give him a confused look, “What do you mean? You’re touching me right now.” 

“No, I mean, you won’t let me touch your bare skin. At first, I thought maybe you had scars or something, that maybe that’s way you never wear shorts. But seeing you tonight, in that dress, I can’t fathom why you would hide your body.” He pauses for a moment. “Is it because of me?” He whispers, you can see the vulnerability in his eyes. 

You quickly cup his face, “God no Bucky” You take a deep breath. “It’s just...” you trail off, unsure of how to put it. 

“What, peach? Please, tell me. I understand you wanting to wait for this long, I respect that, but every time we kissed or got a little handsy I could see that you wanted to keep going but you always stopped.” 

You sigh. “Part of it is my weight-” he goes to cut you off but you keep going. “But you’ve helped me feel more confident in my weight, but the insecurities are still there. The main reason is my skin...” 

“Your skin?” He deadpans. 

“The bumps everywhere, cellulite, and pimples everywhere Bucky. I don’t have that smooth clear skin like Wanda or Nat. That’s what I’m afraid of, that you’ll see the marks, feel the bumps on my legs, stomach, hell even my ass. That you’ll see the pimples in places that shouldn’t have any and you’ll break up with me or be disgusted,” you rant.  

“Okay, Y/N, deep breath. First of all, if I ever look at you in disgust, HYDRA must’ve taken over me. I love you and a few bumps and pimples won’t change that.” He holds your hands in his.  

“It’s more than just a few Bucky.” He narrows his eyes as he studies you. The waiter brings your food, Bucky starts to shovel the food into his mouth.  

“Eat,” he says around a mouthful of garlic bread. “I need to get you home to prove to you how beautiful you are.” 

Once you both are done, he pays and all but drags you out to the car. He pushes you up against the side of the car, smashing his lips to yours.  

“If you’ll let me, I want to show you how much I love you and this body.” He says breathlessly. “Please,” he adds, almost whining. You nod.  

On the drive back, you get a burst of confidence. You glance over at Bucky, he’s tense, barely maintaining the speed limit, desperate to get home. You look down and see a very large, very noticeable bulge. Fuck he looks huge. 

You reach over and place your hand on his thigh, slowly sliding it up. Bucky glances at you from the corner of his eye. “Peach,” he warns. You cup his bulge and he inhales sharply. You trace your finger over him, teasing. You cup him again and squeeze, right as he stops for a red light. He groans and bucks his hip up into your hand, his reaction sending a shoot of arousal through you. 

Once you finally reach the tower, he drags you to his room, once inside he shoves you against the door and devours you mouth with his. He spins you around and grabs the zipper of the dress.  

“You sure you’re ready, peach?” You nod. “I need words baby,” he whispers against your neck. 

“Yes Bucky, I’m ready.” He, painfully slow, pulls the zipper down. The dress pools at your feet, he turns you back around. 

His knees almost buckle. You’re standing there in nothing but a baby pink lingerie set and black heels. “Fuck peach,” he moans. He drops to his knees and kisses your stomach. “These curves” he grips your hips, “This ass,” his hands move to squeeze your ass, bordering painful. “This body, baby, I’m never letting you keep it from me again.” His kisses his way down your stomach. “You many have bumps and pimples, and cellulite, but that just add to the uniqueness of the gorgeous body. Y/N, baby, you are perfect, so fucking sexy, just looking at you I could cum in my pants.” He throws your right leg over his shoulder.  

“Bucky,” you whimper. He noses your panty covered clit, inhaling deeply. 

“Fuck, you smell so good.” He pauses, “Do you have plum scented lotion on?” 

“Yeah...” You answer hesitantly. 

He shoves his nose in the crease of your thigh. “Fuck, I didn’t know they made that,” he groans.  

“You like it?” You giggle. 

“I fucking love it, peach.” He licks your cloth covered core, making you moan. He pulls your panties to the side and growls. “This has got to be the prettiest pussy I have ever seen Babygirl.” That’s the only warning you get before he’s eating you out like a starved man.  

He swirls his tongue around your clit before sucking it into his mouth. He brings his metal hand up and slowly inserts his pointer finger. You buck against his face, you lace your fingers through his hair, him being the only thing keeping you upright.  

“Fuck you taste so good, so fucking tight,” he moans into your pussy, sending vibrations through you. He slowly adds a second finger, then a third. Curling them to hit that spongy spot, making you see stars.  

“I-I’m close... Please don’t stop Bucky,” you moan.  

“Wouldn’t dream on it Babygirl, cum for me.” 

You go limp against the door as you cum, gripping his hair tighter, almost to the point of painful, but it only makes him harder. He continues to fuck you with his fingers, helping you ride out your high. Once you come down, he pulls away and stands up. You yank him down by his tie, crashing your lips to his, moaning at your taste on his tongue.  

“How ya feeling, peach?” He whispers against your lips. 

“I want you inside me, now,” you answer. 

He chuckles, “Yes ma’am.” He quickly sheds the rest of your clothes and shoves you on his bed, not before smothering your chest in open mouthed kisses though.  You lean up on your elbows to watch him undress, gasping as his cock springs free from his boxers.  

“Don’t worry, it’ll fit,” he winks and joins you on the bed. Siting on his haunches, he wraps your legs around his waist and shoves his knees under your thighs. He rubs the head of his cock through your folds, teasing you.  

“Bucky please,” you whine. 

“I like the sound of you begging,” his voice deep and rough. In one smooth motion he enters you. You gasp and he moans once he’s fully sheathed inside you. 

“Fuck you’re so big,” you moan and dig your nails into his back. He stays still, letting you adjust. When you buck your hips up to let him know you're ready, he just groans and buries his face in your neck. 

“Fuck, give me a minute,” he mumbles, already pussy drunk.  

You giggle and card your fingers through his hair. After a second, he pulls almost all the way out and sets a punishing pace.  

“God damn you’re tight, almost made me cum like a horny teenager.” You moan at his words. With atilt of his hips, the tip of his cock pounds into your g-spot.  

“James!” You moan, nails dragging down his back.  

He shivers. “Fuck, say my name again.” 

“James harder! I’m gonna cum, James, please let me cum.” You whine in his ear.  

He groans and fucks you harder. “Cum for me baby, cum all over my cock like a good girl.” 

Your thighs squeeze his hips. Back arching, head thrown back, nails digging into his sides you cum, squirting all over his cock.  

“Holy shit,” he moans as he watches you. He continues to fuck you through your orgasm, just barely hold his off. His thrusts grow sloppy. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum baby, where do you want it?”  

You lock your ankles on his lower back, your hands grip his ass, nails digging into the plump flesh. “Inside, please, James, I want your cum in me” 

“Fuck! Y/N!” He roars as he cums. He buries himself as deep as he can as ropes of cum shoot into you. He collapses onto of you, panting. You rub his back and scratch at his scalp as you both catch your breath; he places open mouthed kisses on your neck. He sucks a hickey on your neck, you shiver.  

“Believe me now when is say you’re gorgeous?” He picks his head up to look at you. 

You lean your forehead against his, “I don’t know, I think I might need some more convincing.” He grins, already getting hard again thanks to the serum.  

“My pleasure.” It was going to be a looong night. 

Needless to say, you were much more confident in your looks after that. 

[seullovesme]

cockwarming w/ irene bae

pairing ⥬ g!p!irene x reader

genre ⥬ smut

warnings ⥬ sex, slight innocence kink

(nsfw under the cut btw)

just cuddling with irene, listening to her rambling away about her day and how much fun she had because she knows you'll listen to her even if it was nonsense. you discover her love for sudoku and you ask if she could do some with you.

she gets excited and brings out the sudoku book she started, telling you about how easy the first few levels were for her, trying her best to impress you which worked. she begins doing her thing as you compliment her, saying that you're so proud of your smart girl.

but because your girl is skilled, she finished the entire book with some of your help. she's so happy and wishes that you could do more together. this obviously results in you buying a ton of sudoku books because what the bae wants, the bae gets!

irene seated at her desk located in your room, innocently going through her new sudoku book in her sweats with a thin long-sleeve shirt on, when you spot her. she's adorable and you couldn't just stand and admire from afar.

you sit on her lap facing the desk and kiss her cheek, telling her to continue playing. she complies and goes back to filling the boxes with their designated numbers though she's curious on what you're planning to do.

you pull her sweats to her knees, shushing her when she gasped, telling her to put all of her focus on her game. she was trying to stay focused, but your hand on her now hard cock was definitely not helping in the slightest. she stopped and put down her pen when you began to sink down on her, grabbing your waist to guide you.

she was drowning in pleasure from feeling your velvety walls engulf her whole length like it was nothing, and she couldn't hold in her pretty sounds 😵‍💫😵‍💫

you took her hands off of you and put them onto the table. "come on bae... be a good girl and finish up your game. i told you to focus on it didn't i?" you shifted a little to adjust your sitting position, making the sensitive girl under you whimper. she can only obey your command as she took the pen and studied the puzzle carefully, trying to work as fast as she could.

despite her efforts, you could tell she was working slower than she normally was, only spotting a few mistakes that she had made due to her being so distracted. it was cute hearing her struggle to refrain from moving around.

eventually, she completed the whole board and hugged your back, hoping you'd allow her to start railing the shit out of you. her hopes couldn't get very high as you interrupted her thoughts.

"good job! shall we start another?" you grinned and flipped the page, revealing a new one for her to do.

sorry it took a while to post i didnt realize i hit save to drafts instead of post LMFAO also i didnt edit 😞

[fire-lizard-ro]

Dragon Dan Heng + Oviposition

Warning: oviposition, non-human anatomy things, oral, rut cycles, feral behavior, biting, belly bulge, breeding, copious amounts of cum, cumplay????, plugging??? tf do I call it-, author rambling again with little coherency, top character

GN reader I think.

NSFW under the cut:

He- Oml we're going with the combo of one cock + oviposition + internal sheath thing + ribbed dick.

Oml so if we go the egging route... God he's whining as the eggs make their way into his cock from whatever internal pouch he has. Moaning like a pornstar and grinding into your hole as they slide through his cock and stretch out his dick's slit to make themselves at home inside you with a spurt of precum. There's LOTS of that, making your insides already messy before he even cums. The size of the egg has your belly feeling bloated already. But by the time he's done, your tummy has been rounded out like you're already months pregnant and then he's emptying his cum inside of you on top of that to fertilize the eggs. When he's filling you with his eggs, his teeth are likely latched into your shoulder. He really didn't mean to he's just so far gone that he did it without thinking about it. :(( He just wanted to lay claim on you in more way than one with that rut brain of his. :(( Secretly but not so secretly because of how he looks at it later likes the marks on you.

You can feel free to add this into your fantasy or not, but personally- Sometimes I think about how his internal egg pouch where he keeps the eggs (grows them??? tf-) ends up bloated by the time his rut comes around. Sorta makes sense because how else would big eggs fit in his body to put into you? Like I imagine he has a flat belly until getting close to his rut and suddenly his lower belly is swelling with eggs that he just has to put in you once it's time. Please won't you let him breed you? :((

Sometimes this idea shows up in my fantasies and sometimes it doesn't. As most things go with dragon Dan Heng in my head.

Also random thing about his large pecker dick: I think it might have a thinner tip. Like... it's mostly the same size all the way down with only the slightest of tapering, but then right at the tip it tapers a lot. Like not even an inch before the tip it does that. Also I still like the idea of it being ribbed. :D

Also oml there's something obscene about the way the eggs also stretch out not only his cock but the opening of his sheath oifjsoegi- Once again pushing the internal sheath agenda.

I think that as long as he doesn't fertilize them, they won't grow or anything. So you'll just lay them later on. Always very sweet with you whether you're laying unfertilized eggs or birthing the eggs that will eventually hatch. Will soothingly rub your belly and hold your hand. Might reach in to help coax the eggs out. If they aren't fertilized, it means he doesn't have to be as careful with them and just uses his claws to gently pull them out fjsije- This makes me think that he probably takes them out after his rut is over because he'd wanna keep them in to pacify (god there was another word I was gonna use-) his Need to Breed TM.

But ye when he's done filling you with his eggs and cum, he's watching the way his cum spills out of your thoroughly bred hole and will gather it back up to finger it back in. Probably cups his hand on your hole to keep it in before putting a plug in you to keep all that thick cum in you. Slides his fingers in your mouth to have you clean them off but then licks his tongue into your mouth because he wants to taste the mixture of his and your cum in your mouth.

Talked about aftercare last time, but now I'll add a lil more and say that with rut it's not just fucking. His dragon rut brain tells him to take care of you and protect you, his mate. So he's also making sure you're drinking water, fed, and warm. Will feed you by hand and help you drink your water. If you're into it, maybe he even puts the water into his own mouth to give to you. Possibly because you're too fucked out to even drink it when he puts the cup or waterbottle to your lips. Probably does a fucking perimeter check of the room because his rut brain demands he makes sure it's safe before he snuggles up with you and you have an armful of purring dragon to help you fall asleep.

Wrote this and then did not read through it so there maybe typos and things that don't make sense whoops.

Will check it later.

[raspberrybesitos]

Deja Vú | javier peña x f!reader

Series masterlist | Main masterlist

Chapter 1 - Helplessly I reminisce

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Chapter summary: After hooking up with you the night before, Javi decides to ask another woman out on a date. Little does he know, you've got plans of your own with another man. What could possibly go wrong?

Chapter warnings: protected PIV, friends with benefits, idiots in love, mutual pining, flirting, pet names (bebita, querida, cariño), Javi is an oblivious asshole, miscommunication trope, reader speaks and understands Spanish, reader is female, no mention of hair type/skin color/body type, NO USE OF Y/N, translations available at end of chapter.

Word count: ~3k

A/N: i couldn’t wait to post, so i decided to split this into 3 parts! i have a few other ideas for this lil universe and one of them is already written! i'm excited to share this one. no intense smut in this chapter (i'm sorry), but future chapters will definitely make up for it! not beta'd, all mistakes are my own.

Divider by @saradika

“Oh, fuck, Javi! Right, hah, r-right there!” You keen, bent in half and pinned underneath Javi. Your ankles hook around his back while he grunts. “Cum for me, hermosa. Damelo bebita. Let me feel it,” Javi growls, his thrusts growing sloppy as his thick cock strokes your g-spot. His words send you over the edge and your body seizes up. You clench around him, screaming as your orgasm crashes over you. Eyes squeezed shut and mouth open wide, moans tumble from your lips. 

Javi’s eyes roll to the back of his head, his chest rumbling as he groans. You feel him twitch against your walls as his hips stutter, a telltale sign that he finished. “Fuck, bebita, squeezed all the cum out of me. So fucking tight,” he groans as he pulls out. You hiss at the loss of him, clenching around nothing.

He removes the condom and rises to his feet. He pads into your bathroom, discarding the condom in the trash can. You hear the water turn on as you lay in bed, your limbs like jelly as you relish in your fucked-out bliss. 

He returns to your bed with a damp washcloth and gently cleans the slick that smeared in between your thighs. Gingerly swiping the washcloth of your chest, Javi smirks as he cleans the precum that dried on your chest from when you blew him earlier. You can’t help but laugh as you playfully swat at his arm. “What was that for?” He says, bursting into laughter. “You’re so smug, Javi! So annoying,” you giggle. “You lov-, uh, you like it, though,” he says, hoping you didn’t hear his slip. Laughter dissolving into comfortable silence, you reach for his face. “I do,” you whisper against his cheek, pressing a kiss to it.

Javi goes beet red as he hides his face in the crook of your neck. You curl your fingers in his hair, twirling strands in your hand as you gently stroke his back with your nails. Javi presses tender kisses to your neck.

He’s practically purring under your touch. Things have grown more intimate with each hookup, but it hasn’t been brought up by either of you. Your mind races with possible outcomes of having that conversation. Would he want more? Would he break this agreement off? Has he noticed any of these things? As if he can read your mind, Javi lifts his head to meet your gaze. 

“You okay, bebita?” He asks, pulling you from your spiral. “Yeah, I’m good, Javi,” you tell him, feigning a reassuring smile. “I can tell when you’re lying, bebita. You’re my best friend. What’s wrong?” His voice is firm, but gentle. You sigh, wishing the earth would swallow you whole in this very moment. 

“I was just wondering if you’re seeing other people? I mean, you can if you want, we’re just hooking up, but I just wanted to know for… ya know… health reasons. Not that I’m accusing you of anything! I’m just -,” he cuts off your rambling with a kiss. Your eyes go wide. The two of you never kiss unless it’s during sex.

You can’t help, but sigh into the kiss as your eyes flutter closed. It lingers for a moment too long, feeling a little too intimate. He pulls back and looks you dead in the eye. “I’m not seeing anyone else, querida,” he rasps. His words soothe your anxiety, and a smile creeps onto your face. Javi gives you the same smile, toothy and goofy. Relishing in his words, he pulls you in closer in a bone crushing embrace. 

“Dejame, I can’t breathe, Javi!” You laugh, playfully pushing him off you. Rising to your feet, you slip on the shirt you were wearing before he showed up tonight, which just so happens to be a shirt he left behind one night. He puts his briefs back on and you hold your hand out for him. He laces his fingers in yours, the smiles never leaving either of your faces.

Leading the two of you into the kitchen, you flash him a wink as you gesture to the bag on the counter while you get a glass of water. His eyes light up and he rushes to rip open the bag. “Cocadas, fuck,” he groans, taking a bite of one. “You’re the best, cariño,” he says through a mouthful. 

They’re his favorite post-coital snack, he always shares one with you in your kitchen after each hookup. You chuckle as you sip your water, silently asking for a cocada with your hand out. He holds it out for you instead to take a bite from it.

Domesticity feels nice with Javi, but you quickly shake that thought off. Silently reminding yourself that he’s just a friend and nothing more. A friend who you have sex with 3 to 4 times a week. The two of you share the cocadas and water in comfortable silence.

Javi glances at the clock and springs up. “Fuck, I gotta be at work in a few hours. I’ll come over later this week, okay, querida?” He says, shoveling down the rest of the pastry. “Sounds good, Javi,” you hum, downing the rest of your water. He rushes into the bedroom to get dressed as you tidy up the counter.

He returns to the kitchen, placing a kiss on your forehead. The two of you flashing each other saccharine smiles. “See you soon, cariño,” he says, rushing to the door. “See you, Javi,” you sigh with a lazy smile on your lips, shutting the door behind you. You trudge to your bedroom, plopping into bed with the same smile on your lips.

The sun burns brightly into your room, rapidly warming up from the Colombian heat. You wake, inhaling as you stretch in bed. The ache in between your legs serves as a reminder of last night’s events, a smirk creeps onto your face. You recall Javi’s words last night and feel giddy all over again. Rising from the mattress, you saunter into the bathroom to shower and get ready for the day. You opt for shorts and a thin t-shirt, trying to stay as cool as you can in the sweltering heat.

You head into the kitchen to make coffee, and go to make your bed as it brews. Grabbing a pen and paper, you make a list of things you need to get on your grocery shopping trip, making a note to stop for more cocadas for Javi on your way back home.

Making your way back into the kitchen, you pour yourself a cup of coffee. You reach for the landline, dialing Javi’s attache’s extension. “This is Stoddard,” Neil answers. “Hi, Neil. Is Javi in?” “Oh, hi! He just got out of a meeting, doesn’t look too happy. Maybe you can cheer him up. I’ll transfer you to his line,” he says. “Hopefully. Thank you so much,” you squeak a little too excitedly. “Hello?” “Hi, Javi,” you mutter, shy at the sound of his raspy voice. “Hi, bebita. You called at the right time. Meeting went to shit,” he sighs, his voice mixed with relief and disappointment.

“I’m sorry, Javi. Hopefully they come to their senses and listen to you. You’re the smartest guy on the case. I’m sure you’ll figure out what to do next.” You hear him chuckle on the other end. “It’s like you have a sixth sense, querida. You just always know what to say at the right times,” Javi mumbles, the smile evident in his voice. A brief, comfortable silence settles over you two. “What are you up to today, querida?”

“I’m going to go grocery shopping in a bit, so I’ll be out all day. I’ll make sure to get som-,” “Can you grab some more cocadas? Please, querida? I’ll pick them up from you after work tonight,” he asks, cutting you off. “Was already planning on getting some,” you giggle. “Thank you, querida. Shit, I gotta go, but I’ll be over later to pick them up,” he says in a rush. “Sounds good. Bye, Javi. Have a good day.” “Bye, querida. I lo-,” he cuts himself off, clearing his throat. It goes silent on both ends. The slip-up is very obvious this time, neither of you know what to say. “Uh, I’ll, uh… see you tonight,” he says, suddenly, his voice devoid of emotion as he hangs up in a haste.

Stunned at his sudden hastiness and switch up, you hang the phone back on the receiver. You gather your usual grocery shopping supplies, your rolling wire cart and bags. Setting out on your trek, you can’t help but replay Javi’s slip-ups in your mind. Twice - he almost said that word twice.

Javi runs through your mind your entire shopping trip, his slip-ups and the conversation from last night playing on a loop. If the two of you are only seeing each other, then why are you still only hooking up? Sneaking around in the middle of the night? Only meeting in your apartment? Best friends don’t just hook up with each other 3-4 times a week. Best friends don’t call each other “querida” or “bebita.” Best friends don’t share the most hidden parts of each other, and hide the rest of themselves from the world.

You should’ve set some ground rules before jumping into being friends with benefits. Maybe you’ll bring this up to Javi tonight when he comes over - mention everything unorthodox about your dynamic. At the end of the day, that’s all you two are to each other: best friends.

You begin the journey home, stopping to grab some more cocadas for him. You check your list as you drag your cart beside you. Skimming over your list, you realize not all items are crossed out, having accidentally skipped over some while thinking of Javi. You dig in your purse for a pen and your keys.

Opening the lobby door with your key, you enter the building with your rolling wire cart and bags in tow. You make your way to the stairs and head up to your apartment. You skim over your list with a pen now in hand, circling items you forgot as you mindlessly walk into the lobby. You round the corner of the second floor and spot Javi across the way at the opposite end of the railing, your face lighting up. You hadn’t expected to see him home early. You hold the bag of cocadas in your hand for him.

Freezing, your smile fades as you spot him talking to some woman in the lobby of your shared building. He’s smiling, his hand brushing against her forearm with a cigarette hanging from his lips as he leans against the rail. You can't help but eavesdrop on their conversation.

“Que vas hacer el viernes?” The mystery woman asks. “Salir contigo,” Javi flirtatiously responds. The world stops. How can he possibly go out with someone else after telling you he isn’t seeing anyone else last night?

Your grip slips from your cart and it crashes to the floor, a loud bang resounding in the lobby. Javi and the mystery woman snap their heads in your direction.

Javi’s breath hitches in his throat, not expecting to see you as you told him you’d be out grocery shopping all day. You quickly bend down to pick up your cart. “Lo siento,” you apologize, flustered as you rush down the hall. Javi sighs and runs a hand over his face, rubbing at the corners of his mouth. “Te recogeré el viernes a las ocho,” Javi tells Cassandra, the woman in the hall. “Bien. Hasta luego, Javi,” she says, reaching up to press a kiss to his cheek and leaves.

He just lets out another sigh. He grabs his keys from his pocket and rushes down the hall to your apartment. “Fuck,” he mutters under his breath as he runs out the door.

You can’t shake the feeling of seeing Javi with another woman. Sure, the two of you weren’t anything exclusive, but you two had just said you weren’t seeing anyone else. Hell, he almost said “love” twice in the past 24 hours. How could he be flirting with another woman, asking her out, in your apartment building? And how could he be so nonchalant about it?

You hadn’t had great luck with relationships in the past, so a friends with benefits arrangement sounded perfect when Javi proposed the idea to you. You wanted to spare your heart from more pain so you agreed instantly, thinking things between you two wouldn’t progress any further than that - or so you thought.

You’ve always been good at hiding your feelings, constantly guarding your heart. Over the years, you learned to shove your feelings deep, deep down to where they can’t be unburied. You’ve buried them so far, you’ve convinced yourself that you don’t have any for Javi. So if you don’t have any feelings for him, why the hell are you crying over him?

Javi tries to catch up with you, but you’re gone before he can do so. He reaches your door, hearing a quiet sniffle on the other side. “Querida!” He shouts as he bangs on the door. His voice causes you to snap your head up. You quickly wipe your face before you open the door, barely cracking it open so he won’t catch a good glimpse of you, but it’s too late. He’s already noticed your glossy, red eyes and a stray tear escaping your eye.

He tries to gently pry the door open, but you refuse to let go of it. “Querida, are you okay?” Concern lacing his voice as he asks through the small crack. “Yes, Javier, I’m fine. And don’t call me that,” you bite. Confusion evident on his face as his brows furrow and a frown makes its way onto his face. 

“Hey. We good?” He asks, confused and a bit more firmly this time. You scoff. “Yes, Javier. I’ll see you around.” You whip around and slam the door in his face. Javi stands there, dumbfounded. You never used his full name, he was always Javi to you. And he always called you some sort of affectionate nickname, you loved when he did that.

He wracks his brain, trying to process and figure out why you're so angry. He wasn’t lying last night when he said he wasn’t seeing anyone else, but the conversation hadn't gone further than that. He figured he could still see other people after that, you had said so. You also had asked for health reasons. Other people hook up with their best friends with no strings attached, right? Just friends helping each other blow off steam. He has no feelings for you. His date with Cassandra will prove it. So, why does he feel so guilty? Why are you so upset over this?

You storm into the kitchen, putting away your groceries and maintaining your composure til you spot the bag of cocadas you had picked up for him - the ones he had the nerve to ask for. Taking solace in your living room, you throw yourself on your couch and bite back the tears that threaten to spill over, squeezing your eyes shut. You’re embarrassed for even feeling hurt and upset over him seeing someone else, but you feel even more embarrassed at the fact that he saw you - now he knows you’re upset. 

Your attempt to withhold tears fails as your body racks with silent sobs. Taking a deep, shaky breath and exhaling, you muster up the strength to gather your cart and bags once more to finish grocery shopping. Desperate to take your mind off everything. 

You peer out of the peephole to ensure Javi isn’t out there. Grabbing your keys, you cautiously open the door and check if the coast is clear. You turn around, locking your door and hurriedly rush down the hall to the stairs. You’re practically running out of the building once you reach the first floor.

Trekking to one of the fruit stands near one of the markets, you mindlessly sort through the produce. You desperately try to shake the anxiety reeling through you, afraid of running into the woman or worse, Javi. You reach for an orange as a hand brushes yours, reaching for the same one. You jump, startling at the touch, pulling you out of your trance.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” a man says, pulling his hand back. You meekly smile, taking in the handsome man in front of you. “It’s okay, I can grab another,” you tell him. “No, no, that’s okay. Go ahead, take it,” he says, handing you the orange.

“Thank you,” you tell him. “No problem. A girl like you deserves an orange that’s just as sweet as her,” he smiles. Your brows quirk up before bursting into a fit of giggles. “Too cheesy?” He asks, flushed red in the face. “A little… but it was cute,” you giggle. “Chris. Christ Feistl,” he smiles, extending his hand. You give him your name, shaking his hand. 

“Do you always include fruit in your pickup lines?” You playfully ask. “Not always, but I could show you my other lines if you let me take you out sometime,” he boldly says. A smirk creeps onto your face. “Bold. I like it,” you say, digging a pen and a scrap of paper out of your purse. You scribble your name and number on it. “Call me and we can arrange something,” you say with a wink - Javi completely forgotten for now. 

He smiles as he takes the piece of paper. “Looking forward to it,” he says. “And I’m looking forward to all your cheesy pickup lines. I’ll see you around,” you say with a smile. “See you around,” he says.

You’re practically buzzing with excitement the rest of your grocery trip, Javi temporarily forgotten. Replaying the previous interaction you had with Chris, you’re eager to call him and arrange a date. A little too eager for some reason.

He’s handsome, white, blonde-ish with a beard, and hazel eyes - the total opposite of Javi. If Javi can go on a date and hookup with other people, then why can’t you? This will be good for you.

Translations:

Damelo - give it to me

Que vas hacer el viernes? - What are you doing on Friday?

Salir contigo - Going out with you

Lo siento - I'm sorry

Te recogeré el viernes a las ocho - I'll pick you up on Friday at 8

Hasta luego - See you later/then

Querida/Cariño - darling/dear

Bebita - Baby girl

i hope y'all enjoy! the build up is very important to me, so i am working hard on it! this is a love letter to all the novelas i watched as a kid. i <3 drama

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comforting jinx hc's

authors note: jinx is the absolute loml and i need to comfort her so bad, she just needs a really good hug and it would solve all her problems :(

wc: 758

warnings: run-on sentecnes, over use of commas, not proofread, mentions of sex under cut, tit-sucking (mentioned once), the voices in jinx's head, silco (proud hater)

ok ok, so we all know that jinx is kinda (very) crazy, buttt that doesn't mean she doesn't deserve some love! and who better to turn to than you, her wonderful, amazing, doting girlfriend.

starting off strong, jinx looooves it when you play with her hair, there's something so soothing and domestic about it that immediately relaxes her. especially when you unravel her braids and massage her scalp, she would be putty in your hands.

going off of that she would absolutely love cuddling and/or cuddlefucking, like cuddling in itself is so intimate and caring but adding fucking to it? she would melt into you on the spot. like just imagine the two of you laying down, chests pressed together and hips moving in sync, quiet moans mixing together and bouncing off the walls, the smell of sex filling up the room, and the feeling of your slick cunts moving together to please each other. yeah, jinx would be in heaven.

after the two of you had your little session, jinx would immediately fall asleep. no matter if you hadn't cleaned her up yet or your bodies were stuck together, poor baby would be out like a light.

speaking of lights, jinx would totally sleep with a night light. no matter how stupid or childish other people thought it was, the small light in the corner of the room made the monsters and voices go away. and it wouldn’t bother you at all, knowing how bad her nightmares could be, the light was another source of comfort for her to turn to, especially if you weren't there.

but let's just say that jinx came back from a really bad mission, nothing went her way, sevika is giving her shit, and her head feels like it's about to explode. the first thing she does when she gets back is go to your shared room and seek you out. she would immediately fly into your arms and shove her head into the warm crook of your neck. breathing in your comforting scent. you would cradle the back of her head to ground her and be ready to listen when she's ready to ramble.

on nights she wasn't feeling well or just needed to be held, jinx would absolutely be the little spoon. feeling safe with her back pressed against your chest and your arms wrapped around her waist. your loving embrace made her feel safe, nothing bad could get to her as long as she was safe in your arms.

one tiny thing that bothered me about the show is how jinx's nails were chipped, (i know this was symbolism but it pained hurt my soul every time her nails were on screen, still love her tho) so one activity the two of you like to do together is nail painting! she would especially love it if you massaged or played with her hands, one of my headcanons is that she picks at the skin around her nails/fingers so rubbing a soothing lotion on her hands would be ideal for her, it would be even better if it was a lotion that you used often.

jinx is a boob girl !! i will die on this hill (did you see that top she was wearing, she was def projecting) one of her favorite activities would be to bury her head into your plush chest, no matter how big or small jinx would be an absolute feen for your tits. always finding an excuse to mark them up or even suck on your nipples (oral fixation much?)

but, there were some nights that she was absolutely broken. her visions were getting to her and nothing was going right. on these nights jinx needed you to pull her back from the edge of insanity:

"are you, real?" jinx's voice cracked as she asked the question.

tears formed in your eyes, she looked so heartbroken and sad. her eyes were boring into yours, almost as if she looked away, you would disappear into thin air.

you gently cupped her face with your hands and ran your thumb under her eyes to get rid of any remaining tears.

"yes, i'm real." you affirmed. "and i'm not going anywhere."

she sighed a breath of relief and wound her arms tightly around your midsection while burying her face in the junction of your neck. you gingerly laid her on the bed and rocked her side to side in a comforting manner. jinx started to relax as the rocking motions lulled her to sleep.

[senawashere]

about those TGM requests

me with fanboy... that's it.

First rule...

Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia x Female!Girlfriend!reader

Summary: Movie date night turns into a little lecture with Mickey.

A/n: Thank you sweetheart for requesting this!! Love you!!💋💋

Warnings: None just pure fluff,just kissing!

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"What is the first rule of fight club sweetheart?" Mickey asked looking at you with a grin,soon to be a disappeard.

"What?" You ask. There is 50 second eye contact with Mickey and he looks at you with wide eyes and a dropped jaw.

“How have you never seen Fight Club before? How babe?”

Mickey’s shocked expression made laugh hard while he was still looking at you like you have 3 heads. That’s how you end up watching Fight Club for the first time

The night was crisp and chilly, the kind that made you want to curl up with someone you love under a thick blanket. And your boyfriend who freshly returned from a long deployment was looking good for this.

Mickey and you had settled into the couch, your legs tangled together under layers of soft, cozy throws. The dim light from the screen of your TV flickered across the room as the opening credits of "Fight Club" rolled.

Mickey had insisted on movie night after a long time, and you had eagerly agreed. He loved "Fight Club"—its gritty realism, the intense performances, and its provocative themes. It was the perfect escape. Mickey, however, had a tendency to dive into the details, dissecting every scene with an intensity he usually reserved for his flights.

"Did you know that David Fincher wanted the audience to feel the subconscious presence of Tyler Durden from the start?" Mickey's voice was animated, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "They actually spliced frames of Brad Pitt into scenes before his character was even introduced. It’s so subtle that you barely notice it."

You nodded, smiling at his enthusiasm. It was only 10 minutes and he was telling every fact he knew.

"That's pretty impressive," you said, trying to keep the conversation light. The last thing you wanted was to dampen his spirits, but you really just wanted to enjoy the movie without the running commentary. And with the movie being a hard one to understand you were struggling.

As the film progressed, Mickey continued his enthusiastic ramblings. "Right here!The chemical burn scene? They used vinegar and baking soda to create the smoke effect on Norton’s hand. And Fincher actually used footage of real skin-burning reactions for authenticity."

You nodded again, more absently this time. Your eyes were fixed on the screen, trying to lose yourself in the gritty visuals and dark humor, but Mickey's voice kept pulling you back. What the hell was going on in this movie? As you thought while Mickey gave you every single fact for every shot.

"For the scenes where they destroy the corporate art, they used a combination of practical effects and CGI. They really wanted it to look and feel anarchistic, like a real middle finger to consumer culture," Mickey continued, his voice unwavering in its excitement.

"Mickey," you said softly, hoping to gently steer him back to just watching. "I am really trying to understand it and it is very hard while you talk like this baby.”

He glanced at you, his smile apologetic but still eager. "Sorry, I just find all these little details fascinating. Like, did you know when Marla and Tyler were fucki—"

You leaned over and kissed him, cutting off his words mid-sentence. His lips were warm and soft, a stark contrast to the cool night air that seeped through the windows. For a moment, he was startled, but then he relaxed into the kiss, his hands finding their way to your waist.

When you finally pulled back, you looked into his eyes and saw a mixture of surprise and amusement. "I just really want to enjoy the movie," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the yelling from the narator.

He chuckled softly, his hand coming up to brush a stray lock of hair from your face. "Got it," he said, his voice a gentle murmur. "I'll try to keep the commentary to a minimum."

"Thank you,my love" you said, snuggling closer to him. "But I do love your passion for it."

Mickey smiled and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into his chest. You lay there together, the movie playing on, and for a while, he managed to stay quiet. You lost yourself in the dark narrative, the twisted philosophy, and the raw performances.

But it wasn't long before Mickey couldn't help himself. "They filmed this scene in an actual abandoned building. Can you imagine how creepy that must have been?" Mickey continued, his voice unwavering in its excitement. You turned your head slightly to look at him, your expression a mix of exasperation and fondness. He caught your look and grinned sheepishly. "Sorry, sorry," he said, kissing your forehead. "I just got carried away."

"I know you do," you said with a sigh, though you couldn't keep the smile off your face. "It's one of the things I love about you."

You settled back into silence, and you tried to focus on the movie again. Mickey's arm was around you, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your shoulder. The warmth of his body next to yours, combined with the soothing rhythm of the film, was enough to make you forget the world outside.

But true to form, Mickey couldn't resist one last comment. "The ending... the whole twist with Tyler Durden being the Narrator's alter ego. Fincher hinted at it throughout the film with subliminal flashes of Tyler before he actually appears."

You didn't respond this time, just leaned your head against his shoulder and let the movie's final scenes wash over you. When the credits finally rolled, you felt a tear slip down your cheek, moved by the powerful conclusion. Mickey wiped the tear away with his thumb, his expression soft and tender. "Told you," he whispered.

You nodded, unable to speak for a moment. Then you looked up at him and smiled. "You were right," you said. "It was brilliant."

He leaned down and kissed you again, and this time, you didn't stop him. The movie was over, but the night was still young, and there was no place you'd rather be than here, wrapped in Mickey's arms, sharing these quiet moments together.

“Okay baby,spill all the facts now.” You said watching him forming a big grin on his face.

“"The guy who plays the Narrator—Edward Norton—he actually punched Brad Pitt in one of the scenes. They wanted it to look as real as possible and also did you know that they used CGI to create some of these opening credits? That's so cool and you see the way the camera moves during this fight scene? It's a single take. No cuts. That takes incredible skill from both the actors and the crew and listen you know the scene where they blow up the buildings? We saw it right now. They used a combination of miniatures and CGI to get the perfect shot. It’s so realistic that people thought they actually demolished a skyscraper. And this is so funny, did you know that Brad Pitt and Edward Norton actually learned how to make soap for their roles in 'Fight Club'? They attended soap-making classes to prepare for their characters' underground soap business,isn’t so funny. And als-”

“Okay that’s enough baby please!!”

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Need a man like this🤭

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[dudumax4ever]

Max Verstappen X fem reader

authors note : first time writing a fanfic so please be kind 😭 i’m very sorry if this is shit

warnings : curse words (duh), suggestive, fluff

CUDDLES MV33

you and max lie on a couch watching some random movie because you have nothing better to do. The Canadian grand prix was 2 days ago so max was pretty tired and jet lagged so he was almost ready to go to bed. You were feeling a sudden wave of sleepiness so you stood up and marched to your bedroom to go get ready to sleep as you left , however, max got upset and started whining “ where are you going y/n?” “I missed you so much” You started to explain how you were tired and ready to sleep when max suddenly stood , walked to you and gave a soft kiss on your cheek. You giggled and asked him “where did that come from?” “I just missed my beautiful girlfriend while i was away for a week, i though i could spend some time with her”

“aww baby.., i missed you too but we should get some sleep, specially you, you were complaining about a sore back and jet lag” you tried reasoning with him to sleep before you both ended up sleeping on the couch.

Max listened to you intently getting lost in your eyes, a warm smile spread on his face. he cuts your rambling off by suddenly picking you up and walking you to your bed room. He tumbles you onto your bed and gets in with you, he gets closer hugging you in a warm embrace. “ Hold on, let me get changed into my pjs max” you announce to him. He gives you a sarcastic annoyed look and he vocalises this by muttering under his breath “ what lengths a man has to go through for some cuddles”

None the less, Max patiently waits for you to emerge from the bathroom,but he doesn’t have to wait long because, just 2 minutes later you pop back into the room wearing a small shirt with a matching pair of shorts. “words can’t describe how beautiful you look right now y/n” “if i could i would fuck you stupid right here”

“we wouldn’t want that, would we?” you chuckle while getting into your bed.Max whines as little on why he should smash you but you shut him off by hugging him tight and falling asleep in his arms a few minutes later.

[wombywoo]

It occurred to me the other day that during Quinn's super turbo trauma story, his neck probably wasn't slashed but choked. And now I have more questions, because somehow I can't stop thinking about your characters. So:

Did Quinn end up having a vision during that event? (Does he get them during every near-death event, or is it more rare than that?)

How the hell did he cope being with Marc? 'Cause I'm about 90% sure that guy would have got off on choking him.

When the taskforce was created, was Quinn still in his relapse where he thought he needed his visions? Did Liz find out? How does he feel about her trying to get him to have more visions? D=

Does Vincent find out Liz is using Quinn like that, and how does he feel about it? (Does Danny find out??)

In fact, how does Vincent feel about the fact an evil vampire caused a mass dragon killing spree and this was Quinn's first vision? I get the feeling that, while Quinn tries to shrug off these coincidences, Vincent is a little more concerned. XD

Also, in your art of Quinn with Marc, the wall says 196 people will die in an ungodly tragedy. Was that the dragon killing spree or another event we have yet to hear of?

Oops. 🙈 Sorry for so many questions! I just want to know all the things. And I can't help but love all your lore drops. <3

Ok!! OK!!!!! You are feeding me so well with these tasty questions auughhh thank you for finding interest in my dumb ramblings !!!!!

There are answers under the cut (warning for some heavy topics, discussion of injuries, domestic abuse, self harm, spoilers for a story that doesn't even exist, etc)

So.

Quinn's throat was slashed. It was cut with a knife, kind of a shaky first slice, but it got deeper and went all the way across; enough force to puncture his trachea, though it didn't sever the vocal cords; he was lying on his back and couldn't move, and honestly..he didn't really feel it at the time. It was all just a very numb, surreal feeling. I won't go into suuuper specifics, but thankfully some pressure was applied to the wound right away, he was resuscitated with cpr, and he was still able to breathe despite some complications to his airway, long enough for him to receive medical treatment.

But he did black out. And he might have seen things.

It's the only vision he's had that he can't remember...

~*waves hands all vague and mysterious like~*oohooohoo

Ok! Visions! So, for the most part, Quinn needs to be medically dead, albeit temporarily, for him to have a vision. Usually, his heart has to stop for one to happen, and he's just lying there, unmoving. Like..dead, dead. This should be a rare event, but uh...he's had more than a dozen visions, I'd say....

The thing is--he always comes back. Even in the worst scenarios (ie. not breathing for more than 5 minutes) he somehow always miraculously revives with minimal repercussions (sure, there's probable brain/heart damage, but it should be way waaay worse) So, he's kind of chalked up this vague 'immortality' thing as a byproduct of the visions...more mystery...

With Marc--yeah. That was just a bad situation all around. A lot of Marc and Quinn's physical relationship revolved around their dangerous power dynamic, so um. yeah. choking was one of the things they messed around with. Quinn actually requested it at the time, out of this twisted self-harm kink he'd developed. (he's, regrettably, the worst at coping with his trauma, so uhhh he feels like he needs to push himself to that same sensation of near death just feel anything at all and uhhh it's not good, you should not do this at home kids, but he feels like strangulation is the closest he can come to feeling alive just for a brief second and yeah he's fucked up he's not good I know..)

It was consensual stuff at first, but after one of their..sessions...Marc pushed it too far, he wouldn't let go and uh. Quinn suffocated and passed out. Marc did manage to revive him, but he...died for a second there. And he had a vision--one of the first dragon attacks in France that would later lead to its occupation by [insert evil vampire terrorist group]. Marc was actually comforting him after, he was just...rubbing him and telling him he was sorry and it was ok, so in the midst of a mental and physical breakdown, Quinn divulged what he saw. And Marc took him seriously, which was also rare. And they talked about it, and...it seemed ok for once.

It was only after that he realized how Marc wanted specific details, stuff he could use to harvest information and push numbers and invest in whatever type of bullshit could make a profit out of tragedy. They carried on with their relationship, but when it came to testing their limits in the bedroom....Marc took it too far again. And Quinn had another vision--a vampire massacre in [specific french location] and 196 people died, and he was crying as he told him how he saw it all from the perspective of a child. Marc seemed eager. He asked him even more questions. But...it was fine. He was still rubbing him, being calm. And Quinn had agreed to the choking. He wanted this. It was actually helping other people if he was able to use this information somehow.

But it happened again. And again. More times... Until eventually Quinn realized he had no say in the matter anymore.

The sad thing was that he convinced himself it was out of love; Marc was very passionate, this was just his way of showing him he loved him....

It became too much...after a while....

ANyway!

So, now we're in the present when Quinn joins the task force with Vincent~

At this point in time, he's gotten help with his mental state so he no longer feels the desperate urge to harm himself and induce his visions (for the most part), and is relatively stable (sure!)

Miss Major Liz is aware of his visions, to a degree. She had mistakenly thought Quinn developed a narcotic problem when she was his CO at some point (yes, he used drugs a few times to induce visions (it was about 50/50 successful)) Most of her awareness had come from Danny, who divulged his part in Quinn's #BFF-bonding-moment4lyfe (ie, forcing his friend to assist in drowning himself. twice) So she does have knowledge of some of the...wackiness.

At this point in our tale, she hasn't done anything about it. Yet. It's a testament to how off the books she works that she hasn't forced Quinn into a psych eval that will surely bench him for the next foreseeable uuhh forever. So she's keeping that on lock.

I do think that [at some point in this potential story of mine] she will consider using Quinn's 'talents' to their benefit. She's a hard lady, not afraid to trade dirty hands for even dirtier handshakes, so there will probably be a time when she wants to take advantage of potential knowledge that can influence her agenda....

Vincent...will not take this lightly.

Honestly, this whole scenario is rife with delicious drama, so I will simmer it on low and ponder it for future conflict in the [insert novel series teehee] to come

Vincent has a lot of feelings about Quinn !!!! and his visions !!! and the evil vampire agenda !!!! Too many feelings!! But all he wants is for his boy to understand that his safety and wellbeing and life are the most important things to him, and none of that is worth trading for a small glimpse at a future that will happen anyway. Quinn...disagrees. This is also teeming with potential drama, you see...

I have a LOT more of this type of speculation, but for now, I will leave you with this dump of lore and trauma for you to sink your teeth into~

Thanks for the saucy and delicious questions <3

[kararomanoff]

Actually scratch the Wanda part and make it g!p daddy nat or fuck it both of them, Wanda being readers step mom and Natasha being Wanda's friend(this is for the previous request).

a big girl gift

this was written by a minor, if you don’t like that that’s okay you don’t need to read.

warning; smut, daddy nat, mommy wanda, step-mom wanda, bj, p in v sex, pet names, innocence kink, masturbating, age difference (legal), g!p wanda, g!p nat

your step-mom, wanda, and her friend Natasha had wanted to give you a special gift for a long time and they decied your birthday is the perfect day to give it to you.....

''happy birthday kotenok'' Wanda spoke softly as she woke you with a kiss to your forehead, today was finally the day she would give you her very special gift.

''mhm no mommy need more sleep'' you whine, you had started calling wanda mommy about one month ago when she told you that now her and your dad had been married for a few months she felt closer to you and that you calling her mommy was the next step and it would make her very happy if you did, as the innocent little thing you are you didn't pick up on the filthiness you where just so happy to have her.

''but its your birthday'' Wanda said excitedly, sure she was maybe excited for the wrong reasons but at least she was here unlike your father, Wanda and your father weren't close, Wanda married him for the money and everyday she felt bad for doing so but he is a horrible man and you where the sweetest girl that she need to keep away from bad so that always made her feel better because she helped you.

you popped your head out from under the covers and looked at Wanda with excitement ''its my birthdayyy yayayayyayay'' you shouted and jumped out of bed paying no attention to the fact you where only wearing panties and a vest top.

Wanda came over to you hugging you tight ''did you not hear me the first time?'' she asks happily with a smile on her face as you shake your head, Wanda pulls back holding you at arms length ''andddddd Natasha's down stairs'' she watches as you some how grow more excited.

“natty bear!!!” You exclaimed as you ran out your room and down the stairs till you jumped in her lap

''hiii detka'' Natasha rubs your hips trying to stop herself from fucking into you with no end as you straddle her lap, it wasn't time yet but god seeing you in only your panties and vest top effected her as she felt herself grow hard at the sight.

Natasha was Wanda best friend and you had now known her for the same-ish amount of time you have known Wanda. Natasha come over a lot because of your liking in her but also because her and Wanda both understood each others wants for a girl as innocent as she was the day she was born.

you layed your head on Nat’s shoulders and rubbed you nose on her neck completely unaware of Natasha's dick aching underneath you.

Natasha watches as Wanda walks in with your new birthday dress that they picked especially for you, the dress they'd take all innocence for you in.

''baby look at the gift me and your mommy got you'' Natasha says, you shuffle in her lap so you can see Wanda as she holds up a short pink satin dress

''mommy!! i love it!!!!! can i put it on now?'' they knew you'd be excited but you where more excited than they thought you'd be

''of course baby'' Wanda smiles, you get up from Natasha's lap and lift your vest top over your head and then drag your panties down your legs, you take the dress out of Wanda's hands then pull it over you head till it sits perfectly.

you turn around to face Nat again '' do you like it Natty bear?'' you ask with pure curiosity ''of course i do sweetheart'' she gets up to kiss the top of your head and then walks to the bathroom to jerk off.

you sat in the kitchen rambling as Wanda cuts you strawberries completely unaware to moaning coming from the bathroom as Natasha pumps her hand up and down her shaft imagining how its going to feel to fuck you as you beg her to stop, tears stream down your face as she spanks your ass telling you ''your gonna take all of daddy for as long as daddy wants whining isnt going to help you baby'' Natasha cums in a cup at the thought.

she walks back into the kitchen as if nothing happend and passes the cup to Wanda as you continue to ramble about your ideas for today ''drizzle this on her strawberries'' she whispers in Wanda's ear with a smirk.

Wanda brings your bowl of strawberries over to you at the table, you stare at them ''mommy whats that on the top?''

''well its your birthday so you got special icing on the top'' she lies excited to see you eat your cum covered strawberries

''mhmmmmmmm....yummyy.... mommy can i have this with my strawberries again please its sooooo good'' you moan as you take a bite, Nat and Wanda smirk, Wanda looks over at Natasha as your distracted and mouths to her 'genius'

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you all spend the day doing poetry painting and then go to the zoo but after that you ask to go home and have a movie marathon, they liked that idea very much because there are definitely tons of movies that make it easier for them to bring there plan of tonight in to conversation.

Natasha picked a movie as you and Wanda got snacks ''pleaseeeeee mommy i just- one more, i promise i'll be good'' Nat hears from the kitchen ''fine you can have one more piece of cany, but only because its your birthday'' Wanda replies sternly ''THANK YOUU!!!''

''Natty bear i got us extra candy'' you giggle as you run into the living room where Natasha sits as Wanda walks in just behind you ''us?'' she questions ''yes for me and natty bear'' you say defend ''not going to share with your mommy?'' she fakes a pout and you shrug.

you sit down in between them both as Natasha starts the movie, they both knew this was going to be new, you had never really watched anything but children's tv and movies.

you seem to be enjoying the movie till the sex scene comes on and you scrunch up your face as Natasha and Wanda look at you curiously ''what wrong sweetie?'' Wanda asks as she pulls you into her lap ''why is he hurting her? i thought they where in love'' you say with sadness in your voice and Nat chuckles as she moves closer to you both ''he's not hurting her baby bear'' she strokes your face ''he not?'' it was adorable how innocent you are, fuck they where so excited to ruin it.

''no he's not honey, he's helping her'' your step-mother tells you ''ohh....'' you say trying to understand ''do you want us to teach you how he's helping her?'' Natasha asks and you nod ''you learn from doing things don't you sweetheart?'' Wanda wasn't asking but you didn't know that you where to far into their trap ''yeah....'' you reply, you didn't Wanda had just made you think you did for this exact moment ''okay... well me and mommy are going to teach you..... so sit on your knees in front of daddy'' you got up from your place on Wanda's lap and you do as Nat said as she pulls her trousers down then her boxer's till her hard cock springs up, you stare at it never have seeing such a thing in your life.

''now baby suck on daddy's cock like its an ice pop'' you nervously moved forward and put your mouth on the tip swirling your tongue over it ''thats it baby'' she moans and accidently thrust in to your mouth making you moan ''ohhh you like that'' Nat smirks and starts to thrust into your mouth, moving her hands back to pull your hair and hold your head still as you gag, she had wanted to do this for far to long and now finally her big dick was down your cute little throat ''you like daddy's special treat hm?'' you nod of course you like it you did anything that wanted and would enjoy it.

suddenly you hear moans coming from step-mother too ''aww look baby you've got mommy touching herself'' you look over to see Wanda jerking off and moan '' is daddy's not enough for you'' Natasha says harshly starting to thrust even harder into your mouth ''maybe mommy should fuck you from behind as daddy uses your pretty little mouth'' you nod even thought you weren't sure what that meant would happen it didn't matter cause you wanted it, you wanted to please them.

''you want mommy to play with your pretty little pussy?'' Wanda says softly, the where completely different, they where hot and cold, Wanda was so soft and warm and Natasha was so cold and uncaring as she used your mouth.

you watch Wanda strip and walk behind you as you look back at Nat and feel Wanda's tip in your wet folds, you both moan Natasha watching everything from above, Wanda lines her shaft to your tight hole ''wait Wands imma cum'' Natasha moans ''gonna make you swallow every drop of daddy's special icing'' she thrust deep and cums down your throat ''such a good girl swallow everything daddy gives you'' Natasha pulls out of your mouth and as soon as she does Wanda starts to slow push in to you, you where a whining mess as she did ''i know it hurts dove but i promise it will feel amazing soon'' Natasha didn't understand how Wanda could contain herself so well, she knew how much Wanda wanted to fuck into you and mess with your little fragile body but here she was being slow and careful.

Wanda had her entire length in side of you now ''mommy so full'' you whine but not in pain this time you needed more ''i know sweetie but i'll make everything better i promise, tell mommy when she can move'' she still spoke softly even though her eyes where filled with lust and all she wanted to do was hear you scream, she remained soft.

''you can move mommy'' that was it that was when the switch flicked, Wanda started to rut into your tight little hole moaning as you gripped her in.

Natasha watched dreaming of when that will be her big fat long cock in your pretty little pussy, she need to feel you again so she started to lift your dress up, pulling it over your head and discarding it onto the floor so she can see you better.

''such a tight little girl'' Wanda moans ''gonna fuck you so hard you cant walk'' Natasha cant take it anymore and starts to jerk of with your face only inches away ''look what you do to your mommy and daddy baby, your are baby now, are little holes to use and fuck no one else's''

''mommy.....daddy-i -i'' you moan no longer having any coherent thoughts, every thought in your head being them fucking you dumb.

''you like when mommy fucks you dumb honey, gonna make this little pussy all ours''

''mommy mommy daddy i- i- feel-'' you dont mange to finish your sentence as the coil in your tummy tightens ''need cum all over mommys cock baby?'' Wanda's voice was still soft, completely different to her pounding into you ''i- yes'' ''cum then, be a good girl and cum with mommy'' as soon as Wanda finishes speaking you tip over the edge, falling on your hands as it hits you and Wanda paints your walls white ''fuck....such a good girl'' she pulls out and when you both look you you see Nat cumming all over her hand.

''you where such a good baby for us sweetie'' Wanda says as you cuddle in to her.

''thank you mommy, thank you daddy''

the both look at you shocked, they wanted to hear that but they didn't except to hear you say it with out them telling you too.

''you need to thank us this time baby, it was a birthday gift but next time..... next time you might not be able to speak afterword's'' Natasha winks

[siblingshuffle]

Sibling Shuffle: The LaLinde Family!

Here’s the LaLinde family! I looked at the concept art a lot with these guys lol

(I have no one to look over all my stuff IRL & I accept constructive criticism) (my ref. for Tempo’s armor had some weird shadows & I don’t think it looks right but at this point it’s fine)

This honestly took less time than I expected. Really surprised at how well I managed to copy Dr. LaLinde’s pose from her first appearance… anyway

Since there wasn’t much we were shown of Vesper Woman, I had to fill in a couple of gaps (and by that I mean a lot of them). We know she is supposed to annoy Tempo into experiencing emotions, and we know her job… but not much else. She didn’t even have a civilian name / design, and I don’t know if she was supposed to get one later on… so yeah this is what I’ve got for her! I’m really happy with her hair. I think it looks fun :)

As with Piano before her, Dr. LaLinde’s purple hair stood out too much from the rest of the cast. I felt a little guilty because it’s a pretty unique character feature & I already made Piano’s hair change, so she gets to keep a streak of purple.

Tempo gets a dress the same length as her original pencil skirt, but it more closely resembles the concept art for her civilian design. I don’t really have a reason other than I like her concept art outfit & because I can

WARNING: this is a VERY long post. I ramble a LOT.

Lore under the cut!

Around the time that Blues attempted to run away, Dr. LaLinde began work on her own robot child, Tempo. Tempo was created as a “child” more than a “tool” (much like the Light kids). Tempo was, like many kids, cheerful and full of energy.

Assuming the ARTS Convention is a yearly event, I’m going to say Tempo met Blues at one of those. Blues isn’t very comfortable in a crowded area, so he was already a bit thrown off when Tempo ran up to him all excited to meet another robot like her. It took a little bit for him to adjust to her enthusiasm, but they were pretty fast friends :)

Unfortunately, then Tempo was caught in a cave-in later that year, which basically destroyed her. Dr. LaLinde rebuilt her, but when it came time to restore her IC chip, she hesitated. She had lost her daughter once; was she willing to risk going through that again? And she had built Tempo with human-level emotions, who’s to say she wouldn’t end up traumatized? So, she set the IC Chip in a drawer in her desk, where Tempo’s personality and emotions sat until after the next ARTS Convention.

There are a few minor changes to how their reconciliation storyline goes from there. Tempo doesn’t forgive Dr. LaLinde immediately - she’s a little hurt that her mother let her stay dead for longer than was necessary. But she’s a very forgiving person, and makes an effort to trust and forgive Dr. LaLinde again, especially once they actually have an actual conversation about it.

Vesper Woman - who I’m giving the Civilian Name of "Rhythm" (because why would one sibling just. not have a personal name?) - was still created around MM4, (partially) to help Tempo restore her personality & emotions fully. I didn’t really change anything about her, more expanded on what there was already, which was not a lot but. she was literally introduced in the second-to-last issue so what can ya do.

She met Rock while he was trying to come to terms with the fact that he had been working for the bad guy. She tried to get him to cheer up a little, then brought him back to Geoworks HQ when he mentioned needing some help. And the other LaLinde’s recognized him (because they had been alive for longer than a week lol)

[skeletorrito]

fun lil itafushi fic I started

very very rough draft (also trigger warning for the f slur)

let me know what you think!

“Fushiguro…” Yuji starts with a mouth full of mochi. “What kind of girls are you into?” 

“I’m not-” Megumi blurts out, unthinking, but manages to cut himself off. He corrects, “I’m not having this conversation with you.” He shoves another mochi in his mouth, slumping down further into his bed. 

Yuji makes frequent, unannounced visits every time he’s injured on missions (which is, admittedly, more often than he’d like). Megumi didn’t have much of a chance refusing, either, because Yuji doesn’t take no for an answer. He always brings snacks or a gift with him each time, which Megumi thinks is… kinda nice (though he’d never admit it). This time, he brought red bean mochi to share. 

“Aww, c’mon, why not? We’re bros, right?” Yuji urges.

“Are we?” Megumi snips in response. 

“Of course we are! I love you, bro!” Yuji exclaims innocently, and Megumi nearly chokes on his snack. 

“Please don’t say that ever again…” he grumbles in response, flushing slightly and fixing his gaze on the floor. 

Yuji ignores him and continues to think aloud, “Maybe you’re into tall girls like me? Like Jennifer Lawrence, ooh, or that one rapper, what’s her name… umm… Megan Thee Stallion, yeah!” Yuji leans back in his chair with an easy grin, arms folded behind his head. “She’s so hot. Her ass always looks insane.” 

Megumi’s expression is flat as he listens to Yuji ramble. “I’m going back to bed, Itadori.”  

“Aww, Fushiguro, don’t be like that! You’ve gotta have a type!” Yuji continues to ignore Megumi’s attempts to shut the conversation down. Even though Megumi is already laying back in bed with the covers tucked under his chin, Yuji presses, “You talk to Maki a lot. Is she your type?”

“Maki’s my distant relative, you idiot,” Megumi spits immediately, crinkling his nose. “Leave me alone, I’m tired of talking about this weird shit. Go call Aoi if you wanna keep objectifying women like this.” 

Yuji sighs disappointedly. “I already know what he’s gonna say, there’s nothing to talk about.” He pops another mochi in his mouth, mumbling, “Man, you’re acting like you’re not even interested in girls…” 

Megumi stays silent for a little too long. Yuji curiously leans down to meet his eyes. 

“Fushiguro, you are into girls, aren’t you?” 

Megumi flips over, his face growing hot. “Get out.” 

“Wait- Are you… into guys?” Yuji’s voice is dripping with amusement and shock. 

Megumi covers his face with his comforter, hoping to avoid Yuji noticing the creeping flush on his cheeks. “I said get out, Itadori!” He yells from under the covers, taking a pillow and throwing it at him. 

He might just die on the next mission on purpose.

Yuji laughs as the pillow hits his chest. He palms his forehead. “Oh my god! That makes so much sense! Fushiguro, why didn’t you tell me!? Well, I mean, I can guess why you wouldn’t… but don’t worry! Your secret’s safe with me!” 

Megumi doesn’t respond. His fists are clenched so tightly that his fingernails are biting into his palms.

“Alright, I get it, I’ll let you rest. But just so you know, it doesn’t matter to me what you’re into, I’ll still be your friend regardless,” Yuji adds sincerely, grinning at the lump of covers on the bed. Megumi peeks at him as he leaves, groaning and shoving his face into his pillow. 

He’s not going to let this go, is he? 

He most certainly is not about to let this go. As the week progresses, Yuji’s thoughts are consumed by Megumi’s silent confession. He’s never had a gay friend before (that he knew of, at least) and, while he knows it shouldn’t make a difference, he just can’t stop thinking about the fact that Megumi is attracted to men. Yuji finds himself burning with personal, prying questions that he knows he can’t ask. But he’s dying to know. 

He restrains himself for about three whole days. 

And then, on the fourth day, his impulsiveness gets the better of him. 

Yuji spots Megumi on a bench, alone, near the garden. He scrolls on his phone as he eats a rice ball. 

“Yo, Fushiguro!” Yuji calls out and takes up a seat next to him. “Feeling better?” 

Megumi shifts his attention briefly from his phone, emerald eyes flicking up momentarily. “Yeah, a little, thanks.” 

“Good, great. I’m glad to hear it.” 

Megumi can tell that Yuji is antsy about something by the way he’s fidgeting with his hood. He sighs, shoving his phone in his pocket. “What is it?” He asks with mild annoyance. 

“Huh?”

“I know you want to say something, Itadori, so just say it.”

Yuji opens the floodgates, his brain moving faster than his mouth, “Okay, yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry, this is super personal but I have to ask: how did you realize you were gay?” 

Megumi frowns, expecting this much. He’d felt Yuji’s stare burning holes in his back since they last spoke. “Who said I was gay?” He retorts, quickly. 

Yuji’s look of pure confusion makes Megumi crack the slightest of smiles. “But… I thought… You didn’t say anything…” His response comes out in broken, flustered phrases. His face turns bright red. “So you’re… not gay?”

Megumi snorts, dismissively. “Labels are boring and pointless. I don’t really care what you call me, Itadori.” He takes another bite of his snack, chewing and swallowing politely before he adds, “And it’s not a secret, really… I just don’t run my mouth about it.” 

Yuji takes a silent minute to process this information, a small pout gracing his lips. “Okay…” he starts, carefully, “So lemme try again: How did you know you were interested in men?” 

Megumi rolls his eyes, groaning exasperatedly. “I don’t know, Itadori, how did you know you were interested in women?” 

“Oh, well-”

“It’s a rhetorical question, dummy.”

“Oh. Oh, I get it. Sorry.” Yuji scratches the back of his neck, an embarrassed grimace on his face. “I’ve just never had a friend who leans that way. I dunno, I’m curious…” 

Megumi’s eyebrows raise hearing the word curious. 

Yuji backtracks quickly, “I mean I’m not- I like women, so I’m definitely not gay.” He huffs, cheeks blushing. “It’s just… kinda cool getting to know you better? I want to learn more about you… about this in general, I guess.” 

Megumi is somewhat touched by Yuji’s openness. And that’s the thing about Yuji. He constantly surprises Megumi with the most thoughtful, selfless acts and words, and Megumi doesn’t always know what to do with that or why it gives him butterflies in his stomach. It doesn’t matter how much he pushes Yuji away, he always gets reeled back in.  

“Uh, Okay…” Megumi isn’t the most eloquent with words. “What do you want to know? Nothing weird, or we’re never talking about this again.” Megumi already regrets his open invitation. He shoves the rest of his rice ball in his mouth. 

Yuji contemplates for a moment, a hand coming to his chin, stroking. “Oh! What kind of guys are you into?” 

Megumi swallows, a deadpan expression on his face. “Seriously?” 

“Seriously! You never answered me!” 

“Why do you even care?” Megumi sneers as he adds, “Afraid I might hit on you?” 

Yuji sputters, “Wh-what?! No!” 

Megumi hums, unconvinced. 

Yuji can’t help his impulsive curiosity as he pries, “Am I your type? Like, would you hit on me if I liked guys too?” 

“No,” Megumi replies, almost too quickly. He looks away, biting the inside of his cheek.

Yuji doesn’t catch it, but someone else does. 

He’s lying, Yuji, Sukuna’s voice projects in Yuji’s head.

Fuck off, this is a private conversation! 

That little faggot definitely wants you. Sukuna continues with a laugh. You never noticed the way he looks at you when you’re not paying attention?

Shut up! Just shut up and get out of here! 

“Uh, you good, Itadori?” Megumi’s voice cuts through the internal dialogue. Yuji had been staring blankly, eyebrows knit, as if having some sort of internal battle. “Don’t tell me I hurt your feelings...” 

Yuji laughs dryly, shaking his head, “Yeah, I’m good, sorry, Fushiguro.” He does his best to suppress Sukuna’s presence for the time being. “And I’m not offended, at all.” He says it almost as if he’s trying to convince himself, not Megumi. 

Megumi stands, sighing, “I gotta get to class.” 

“I’ll walk with you.” Yuji offers eagerly and Megumi shrugs. Before they walk into one of the campus buildings, Yuji asks, “Speaking of which… Does Gojo know?” 

“No,” Megumi replies immediately in a harsh tone. He stops walking for a moment, giving Yuji a serious, warning stare. “And I plan to keep it that way.” 

Yuji shirks at Megumi’s cold expression, nodding. He holds out his pinky, making a gesture of zipping his lips. 

Megumi looks down, then up, blankly. He begrudgingly links his pinky finger with Yuji’s.

[wonily]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀🏹﹕lover boys!

♡ — valentine's day with enhypen

warnings : the most atrocious terms of endearment

[ lily’s rambles : v-day repost! my next few works will be reposts while i work on new ones! ]

other members under the cut!

희승 𓄹 ࣪˖ heeseung

ohmygosh he’d take you to a cute little café to enjoy a nice brunch with you !! he’s always been a pretty casual guy so he won’t make a huge deal out of valentine’s day but would still want you to feel special.

would probably take you around the block for a stroll and holds your hand the whole time because he’s just so happy to be with you, enjoying each other’s presence.

heeseung watched you adoringly, his hands clasped with yours as he swung your arms back and forth. you, on the other hand, marveled at your surroundings, never having explored the neighborhood as much as you would have wanted.

he sighed happily, a smile adorning his face and all he could do was look at the sky and wish on the sun, moon, and all the stars that this beautiful love and happiness would last for all eternity and beyond.

제이 𓄹 ࣪˖ jay

jay would start your day with a cute breakfast in bed :< he’d sit on the edge of your bed and insist on feeding you because he wants everything to be special for you.

gifts you an assorted bouquet of all your favorite flowers with a long, handwritten letter wherein he pours his heart out to you and it most definitely brings tears to your eyes because he’s so sweet.

“my dear yn, you will have to forgive me for saying this but i did not fall in love with you, for falling in love makes it sound like i had no choice but to love you. but i chose to love you, with all my heart, i walked into our love with open arms and it is, therefore, that i want you to know how much i truly love and adore you. since the day i have met you, i found solace and warmth in your presence and happiness at the mere thought of you. even as i am writing this letter, i cannot keep a smile from my face for i love you so much and i promise to love you forever, regardless of any circumstances. yours forever and longer, jay.”

제이크 𓄹 ࣪˖ jake

first things first, he gives you beaded charm bracelet that he made just for you <3 he’s got the biggest smile on his face and he just lights up when you put it on oh my gosh he’s so proud of that bracelet because he also made one for himself and now you get to match all the time :((

i’m not going to lie, jake seems like the type to sprawl on the couch and cuddle you most of the day while you watch as many movies as possible except he’s mostly just telling you he loves you but !! when night falls, he takes you out to this fancy dinner and spoils you with everything you want and refuses to even hear your protesting because you deserve it all :&lt;

“i made a bracelet for you!” jake’s eyes lit up as he handed you a bracelet with all the beads in your favorite colors and little dangly charms that represented everything you liked. you wasted no time in strapping it onto your wrist right when he shows you another one, almost like yours.

upon closer inspection, you realize that your bracelets have a single matching charm– a heart– and jake grins happily at you. “now i can carry your heart everywhere i go and you can have mine everywhere you go!”

성훈 𓄹 ࣪˖ sunghoon

doesn’t really have a plan going into valentine’s day because he’d rather do whatever you wanted to do. it’s a day to celebrate love so he very much wants to celebrate you :&lt;

but!! not having a plan doesn’t mean he doesn’t have a gift for you!! he got you a custom made music box :( and there’s little figures going ice skating just like you did on your first date :( and when you turn the music box dial, it plays your favorite song :((

you stare at the music box in your hand, observing it silently, eyes shining with wonder. and then, you turn the dial on the side and a familiarly sweet tune emanates from the box, the figurines on top spinning around in an ice skating waltz.

“do you like it?” sunghoon asks quietly, watching you intently. your lack of a reaction worries him and he can’t help but fret over whether you liked the gift or not but when you squeal and fly to hug him, he lets out a breathy chuckle and swears his face hurts from smiling.

선우 𓄹 ࣪˖ sunoo

he would so totally bake cookies with you :< just imagine piping pink frosting onto the heart-shaped cookies you baked together and decorating them with sugary sprinkles.

cuddles up with you on your couch, the both of you all wrapped in the biggest blanket he can find, watching a movie and munching on your cookies :( and then his head just naturally falls onto your shoulder and he’s just staring up at you, admiring you silently throughout the rest of the movie.

“you’re so pretty,” sunoo mumbled, peering up at you absentmindedly. he poked your cheeks gently, squishing them between his hands to pucker his lips and kissed you sweetly.

you felt your cheeks heat up and you hid your face behind your hands. warmth spread throughout your body, butterflies swarming in your tummy but sunoo only cooed, fluttering kisses over your face and hands.

정원 𓄹 ࣪˖ jungwon

he takes you on an picnic ^^ he makes sure to get to the park first and set everything up so everything’s just right when you get there and the moment you’re in sight, his face lights up with the biggest smile ever.

the lunch basket is packed with all of your favorites and he’s so proud of himself when you tell him everything was delicious awee :( and you would probably watch as the sky turns yellow and orange and red, just enjoying this beautiful time together.

your head lay comfortably on jungwon’s shoulder and you looked up at him with a gentle gaze. a warm shade of orange danced lightly over his face and when he met your eyes, his gaze reflected your own.

he leaned forward to kiss the tip of your nose and he offered you a soft smile. pulling you closer, he whispered quietly in your ear, “happy valentine’s day, rainbow.”

니키 𓄹 ࣪˖ ni-ki

oh gosh, the inner artist cheolsoo comes out on valentine’s day. he’s all proud as he gifts you a sketchbook filled with little sketches and paintings he’s done of you, with cute notes written around them like “first date ^^” next to a sketch of you on your first date.

he wants to take so, so, so many pictures with you, he’s so precious :( wears his fluffiest, warmest hoodie so that you cling to him and his heart bursts whenever he feels your arms wrap around him :( it’s more of a lazy day-in and he takes lots of candid photographs of you as a gift for the next year :(

“bun?” you hummed, craning your neck to peek up at your boyfriend, who leaned up ever so slightly to nuzzle his nose against yours.

he pulled away with a loose grin sprawled over his face and shook his head, “nothing, i just wanted to look at you.”

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Hi there! First of all, I want to express my undying love for everything you write, it's absolutely amazing the way you describe Aemond's character.

May I request something about reader dealing with her period and Aemond taking care of her (maybe he wants to know anything about it to help her relax and relieve her pain and everything turns to sexual, it's up to you, really) since I'm one that suffer enough during those days and it would be of comfort to read something about it.

Thank you very much!

That is really sweet of you to say, thank you so much! I appreciate you and your support!

I'm a stickler for canon, I don't write modern AUs, so am basing this on the rough time period that HotD is set in (medieval era) - religious shame caused people to go to great lengths to hide their periods, and they even believed that cramps were a divine punishment for Eve's original sin. Since cramps were seen as a punishment, people who were menstruating weren't offered pain relief medicine (mostly herbal remedies at the time). There are few records from this era regarding the menstrual cycle/women's anatomy, as most medical texts were written by monks.

With this in mind, I'm going to write this from the perspective that both our character and Aemond are pretty clueless when it comes matters of "moon's blood", but Aemond is a naturally curious individual, so we are going to get real squicky with it. Anyway, I've rambled enough - onto the fic!

Warnings: Periods, smut, religious shame, clueless behaviour regarding women's anatomy, slight hematolagnia. Word count: ~1000

She awakens to intense cramping in her lower belly and a stickiness between her thighs. Pulling back the sheets, she gasps as she sees the crimson stains on both her nightgown and the bed.

This is the first time she's gotten her moon's blood since her and Aemond wed. She had hoped it wouldn't come at all, they hadn't been married long, but their coupling was frequent. They were both eager for a child, though it was more than apparent that they derived great pleasure from the act of attempting to create one too.

This is divine punishment cast down from the Mother for not having fulfilled her duty as a wife, she is certain of it. Her body has failed to produce a child, so now she must suffer the consequences.

She groans as her womb contracts painfully and yet more wetness blooms between her legs.

Aemond stirs beside her, voice still thick with sleep. "Are you alright, my love?"

She huffs, shifting uncomfortably and attempting to cover the stains, as her cheeks burn with shame. "It is nothing, go back to sleep."

"You are in pain." Her murmurs, taking in her furrowed brow and clenched jaw as he rouses to full wakefulness. His right eye goes wide as he spots red on the sheets, and he moves as quick as his grogginess will allow into a seated position to pull them back from her body. "Are you hurt?!"

Hot tears prickle her eyes, her chest feels heavy under the weight of her embarrassment as she covers her face with her hands, unable to bear the shocked expression on Aemond's face. "It is my moon's blood. I am sorry. What must you think of me?!"

Gently he pries her hands away, his expression softens noticeably. Concern is now etched across his features. "Is it painful?"

She sniffles and nods her head.

"I will call for the Maester, there is likely a herbal remedy he can-"

"No!" She cuts him off abruptly, gripping his arm in case he decides to leave the bed. "This is my punishment from the Mother for not producing an heir. I must endure it."

He sighs, giving her a small nod. He regards her carefully then asks "Where does it hurt?"

"Here." She responds placing her hand on her lower belly.

Gently, Aemond coaxes her hand away, replacing it with his own. The warmth and gentle pressure alleviates a little of the pain and she lets out a sigh of relief.

"Does that feel good?"

"Mmm." Is her only response as her eyes flutter closed.

His fingers drift to the hem of her nightgown and he pauses, looking back up to her face. "May I?"

She opens her eyes, looking at him quizzically. She knows Aemond has an insatiable thirst for knowledge, but never anticipated it stretching quite so far. "It is unsightly." She whispers.

"I have lost an eye, it will take more than a little blood to startle me."

He does not wait for a response as he lifts her nightgown above her hips.

She watches, her heart thudding loudly in her rib cage as he drinks in the sight of the ichor that's smeared across her thighs.

Dexterous fingers coax them apart and run through the slickness of the blood that decorates their insides. He brings them up to his face to inspect, running the pad of his thumb across the red that now stains his fingertips.

"It is thicker than the blood I am used to seeing." He says in a matter of fact tone. "When people bleed in the training yard it is not quite so...viscous."

She stares at him with bated breath, not knowing what to do or say. This is so unbelievably crass she can't quite believe it's happening.

"Allow me a better look." He says, pulling her legs further apart and kneeling between them.

"I have got to be dreaming." She thinks. "Nothing like this could possibly happen in reality."

He swipes through her folds and she elicits a breathy moan. She is more sensitive than usual and his touch sends white hot sparks jolting through her body.

His gaze snaps to hers, a look of excitement bubbling beneath his usually composed exterior as he smirks. "You liked that?"

She nods enthusiastically, not quite knowing how to articulate what she wants to say. "It feels...it just feels more...more..."

Aemond chuckles. "And if I were to fuck you, do you think it would feel more?"

Her mouth falls open at his question, anticipation fizzling in her blood as she spots the length of him standing fully to attention against his lower abdomen. "I-I don't know." She stammers.

"Sinful, sinful, sinful." She thinks, but her mind goes blank the moment Aemond slips inside of her, the added lubrication of her bleeding creating less resistance than he would usually be met with.

He lets out a groan, eye screwing shut and jaw going slack. "Gods...your cunt...it feels..."

"More?" She offers with a giggle.

Her giggles turn to lewd moans as Aemond begins to thrust inside of her. Everything feels too much and yet not enough all at once. It's as though every nerve ending is ablaze with sensation and as the familiar ache begins to build deep within her, she knows she won't last long.

The wet sounds of Aemond pushing and pulling in and out of her, coupled with the slapping of skin and their mingling pants of pleasure create a cacophony that's absolutely obscene.

As she falls over the proverbial edge, her vision goes spotty with the intensity of it, her back arching off of the bed to push her body against Aemond's as she lets out a strangled cry.

The forcefulness of how she spasms around him rips his own end from him, and he spills inside of her with a string of High Valyrian obscenities tumbling from his lips.

He collapses against her and they both lay there for a few minutes, basking in each other's sweaty afterglow while they catch their breath.

Eventually, Aemond pulls out, watching with fascination as his seed mixed with her blood trickles from her.

"We should do this again." He muses quietly.

"My pain has gone." She says, a tinge of surprised wonder in her tone.

He stares at her, almost prideful. "Then we are definitely doing this again."

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