#No one can compare to you and you know it

[nikiluv]

vibes

or in which what turns riki on

you in his clothes

PROVIDER MINDSET RIKIII RAHHHH, he’s a big guy okay, tall, broad, and muscular, his clothes would definitely be big on you no doubt ( see what I did there 😉), he loves making sure that everything is comfortable and easy for you and what would be better than his oversized clothes also I think he’s somewhat possesive ?? in like a really subtle way, like it really and I mean really turns him on when there are subtle signs that you are his, since he can’t really show it off being an idol you know, so like you in his clothes gets him going because it’s a sure sign for him that, you are his and I’m just saying but the first time he saw you wearing his clothes….. boner alert ‼️

playing with his hair

he loves you so much that even a slight touch sends shivers down his spine in a good way, I think the area from his neck to his scalp is somewhat sensitive and like it can be really and I mean REALLY, stimulating and enjoyable if done correctly, and the feeling of your hands running through his hair and massaging his scalp, his blood just runs hot and rushes south

feeling loved

I know this seems dumb but HEY HES A LOVER BOY THROUGH AND THROUGH…. so like I mentioned earlier, he gets this really warm and fuzzy feeling when he can “feel” your love like through acts of service etc etc and like somehow that blood just flows all the way down south, like when you help him pick out his clothes, or like when you give him massage after long day, whew his hormones goes into overdrive

making out

cmon who doesn’t love a good make out session, I think riki loves the tension, the build up, the noises, the breathy whimpers and most of all your lips, he loves the feeling of your lips on him (he feels so seduced by your lips), he just loves the game of dominance with you, like the slight tugging of his hair, little nips here and there, sucking, the taste of you, it just gets him going, like a makeout session never fails to make him horny, and also have u seen his lips, SO KISSABLE and suckable (I’m tweaking, I need him so bad)

messed up make up

i think for him it’s just something about the smudged mascara and lip tint from the heated make out session that gets him going and main point is that he was the one that caused this, he was the one that made you look so delicious that he couldn’t help but devour you (in more ways than one if u get my hint 😏😏😏)

hickies

LIKE I MENTIONED !!! Possesive riki 🤤🤤🤤 like he wants to mark you UPPPP like he’s yours and you’re his, simple as that he also LOVES the process of giving you hickies, especially the sounds you make when he sucks on that one spot, when he sees the red and purple blooming on your skin, it feels like he “tainted” you with him

Thighs

My man’s a artiste and your thighs are his blank canvas, he just thinks that you are so soft and fluffy compared to him and the contrast is SO YUMMY to him, and like I mentioned earlier how hickies turns him on, this is related because he’s marking you up with bites, hickies and kisses on your thighs, ALSO thigh grabbing OH MY GAWDD he loves loves loves your thighs, like he’ll always be touching your thighs or caressing them always

Boobies

what can I say, he’s a straightforward guy, and which guy doesn’t like tits? Also LIKE I SAID, the contrast, it’s just so soft and like it doesn’t help his case that you make the most beautiful sound to him, he also loves to play with your boobs, it’s his emotional support toy, talking about playing with your boobs, never let him watch you bra-less it’s over for you when he does, he’ll immediately put his face into your tits and start playing with your nips until you are turned on, what can I say, those nips poking out turns him on

Whimpers

HE LOVES YOUR VOICE, he thinks it’s so soothing and when you stretch you make that lil sound, OO LALA, blood just rushes south for him, he thinks you make so much beautiful sounds and especially when you make those whimpers or nngh sound U GET IT (he doesn’t like exaggerated moans tho… who does…)

SIZE KINK SIZE KINKKK

I feel very passionate about this, HES A BIG GUY OKAY, I know I keep repeating this but it’s not because you are exactly small, just smaller than him and he feels this need to protect you and to use it to his advantage, and use it to his advantage he does, he manhandles you in the bedroom, but GENTLE MANHANDLING, that make you giggle, and maybe it’s a ego thing but when he’s like hovering over you and you seem so small in his eyes and just so precious he feels the need to protect you, also LIKE I SAID, he’s pretty big which brings me to my next point

Overstimulation / Dacryphillia

BEFORE ANYONE SAYS ANYTHING … HEAR ME OUT, I feel like I’ve said this before, but he gets really turned on with the sole fact that he is pleasuring you to the point of tears, LIKE DAMM HE’S THAT GOOD ??!!? There’s also the factor of him providing for you and meeting your needs which he is really proud of you, he HATES seeing you cry, but when you are crying out of pleasure, that’s a different situation altogether, especially when he’s overstimulating you and making sure you feel so much pleasure that the tears just come

Thank you for coming to my ted talk

A/n: sorry gang, I know I said I was gonna cook smth then dipped but it’s here LOL🙏, I honestly don’t know if ate…. I’m lowk lost towards the end but lmk how I did in my inbox 😏

[hungharrington]

i love every single one of the summer smut prompts and am manifesting them for everyone this summer but "utilisation of the ties on the sides of bikini bottoms" for stevie? 🥰

i wish that for everyone also!! okie this became filthy so quickly lol but i also hope everyone looked at this prompt and went 🙂‍↕️ steve's a munch. afab!reader, 1.8k, overstim, a very unsanitary use of a kitchen counter, nearly mean!steve, mdni this entire blog is 18+

unravelled

"You know," Steve murmurs in your ear, his breath hot across your skin. "This is normally much harder."

The kitchen counter digs into your lower back lightly, the stone cool compared to your flushed skin. Steve's crowded against you, his hands wandering, with a particular interest in the sides of your bikini. He's close enough you can feel the scratch of the hair of his chest, feel the heat of his body.

He kisses your neck. You try to hold even a modicum of power here.

"Is that—" Your sharp inhale interrupts, due to the hickey Steve's beginning to paint onto the sensitive skin of your neck. "—some, like, stupid dick joke?"

You feel, rather than hear, Steve's responding laughter. It's light and immediately buried beneath another scrape of his teeth along your neck. You gasp softly, entirely unsure what to do with your hands.

It's not as if you're surprised you ended up here — you and Steve cooling off in the pool, with minimal fabric between you, is hardly a difficult equation.

It's more the here, the now.

You're still in the kitchen for christ's sake—and yet no part of you wants to tell Steve to wait so you can move it upstairs just yet. You're more eager than you'd expect to see where this goes.

"No," Steve says raspily, dragging his mouth off you.

You wonder if its because he knows you can't pay attention to anything else when he's kissing you — because you become rapidly aware of the way his fingers have slipped beneath the ties of your bikini.

"'M talkin' about these," He says, pulling back. His lips are pinker than ever, his eyes darkened with desire. He smirks. "They make for such..."

He toys with the string on one side, giving it the lightest tug. Your stomach twists up, in excitement though you realise, as it dawns on you that might not even make it up to the bedroom.

"Easy access." He finishes, releasing his hold on the string and instead letting the tie ping back against your skin with a snap!

Your breath shudders out of you, nipples peaking beneath your bikini, and suddenly you're absolutely sure you'll do anything to have this man ravish you. Steve must see it, the heaviness that sinks into your gaze, because he's grinning all of sudden.

His hands on your hips shift back, palming over your ass, before he mumbles, jump, and you're swiftly lifted up and onto the counter. The marble is still cool, though not enough to explain the goosebumps prickling along your body. That's from Steve entirely.

His hands bracket your body as he finds space between your parted knees, leaning in and kissing you hotly.

Your pulse rabbits in your chest, your hands finding their place either side of his face, pulling him closer. You're both on the same page now, you can tell.

Still, Steve still asks. "You okay?

He's toying with your bikini strings again as he does, evidently what he's asking about. You nod, a little mmhm coming from your throat because you're a little scared about how debauched you might sound before he's even started.

Steve grins, hazel eyes shining with adoration as he peers over your face. "Good. Just want my baby to have fun."

It's gooey enough to make you roll your eyes, just so you don't have to deal with how sappy it makes you feel. Still, with your hands cupping his face, you urge him closer.

"So long as you're also having fun, yeah?" You check, stealing a kiss from his lips. Your noses touch and Steve nuzzles in closer, another kiss shared.

"Fun? Absolutely." He sounds so sure, so you don't stop him when he pulls back. He glances down to where his long fingers are still playing with your bikini strings, then back up at you, a hunger to the lust in his eyes.

"See?" He says nonchalantly. "It's like you're gift-wrapped for me, honey."

Then he tugs on the string, slow and continuous, until the knots unravels, undoing your bikini. You watch with bated breath as he does the same on the other side til the fabric sits loose and free. The sticky evidence of how riled up he's got you just inches away.

Your cunt pulses hotly, heartbeat too strong. You need him to do something, like, yesterday.

Steve moves slowly, as if drawing out the moment for himself, dragging a finger down the crease of your thigh. It pushes the fabric with it, slowly revealing you to him. There's a string of slick still connected and you can hear the soft groan Steve makes the moment he sees it.

"Oh, honey," He coos. "S'cute how excited you are."

Some biting response rises on your tongue, but then his hand is moving again — his thumb this time, rubbing along the lip before he nudges your folds open more.

Something flames inside you, feeling oddly inspected, as his other meandering hand sinks lower and lower. You can feel your cunt clench around nothing, urging him in, but Steve only makes another soft groan. His finger traces just below your leaking hole, finally picking up some slickness.

Your patience runs out. "Steve," You say pitifully. "You said fun."

He grins, gaze switching up to your face, already well aware of your impatience from the twitch in your hips.

"Okay, baby, we will," He promises. Then he nods to behind you, "Lay back if you want."

Then he sinks to his knees, bringing his face aligned with your hot cunt. Your tummy warms, your hole clenching around nothing again, as what he wants dawns on you. Your hands stumble back, letting you lean back a bit, but your eyes stay glued to your boyfriend.

The air is thick with heat. Cicadas sing in the background, through the open door. You can't hear anything but your heartbeat.

Steve looks like a goddamn angel, on his knees between your legs, and something keens inside you when he uses both thumbs to spread your silky folds — then he leans forward and begins to lap softly at your clit.

A shuddering gasp is pulled from your mouth instantly. "Oh fuck," You whisper, already fighting against closing your eyes.

A heady warm pleasure beginning to drizzle through your core. Steve's tongue is warm, the way he's spread you giving him access to a thousand more nerves. You fall into heaving breaths as you try to keep up.

Steve licks, tongue flat, tortuously slow against you, gentle in a way that makes it hard to chase. It's a buzz of pleasure you can sink into, but it's almost... teasing.

"Steve," You whine his name again.

Steve moans in response, the hum of it against your clit friction enough to make you squeak. Your elbow buckles and you let yourself lower down to rest on them—it'll hurt like hell later but for now, nothing matter more than Steve's mouth between your thighs.

One of his hands shifts, the thumb moving from where its holding you open, down, down, til it rests near your entrance.

You clench unwittingly, hips tilting up, trying to clue him in. A whimper slips through your teeth — and you get another moan against your cunt in response.

But if Steve gets your hint, he doesn't show it. His thumb only moves to rest over your hole, beginning to draw slick circles, taunting you wickedly.

The combination of his lapping tongue and feathersoft touches are maddening. Your stomach burns hotly. Your hips twitch again. Your chest heaves, desperate noises warbling from your mouth. You're burning up from inside, tortured from the waves of soft pleasure driving into you.

"Steve," You whimper his name again, suddenly desperate for more. You want his fingers sinking in you, crooking and finding that spot he knows so well. You want the filthy suckle of his mouth, twisting his tongue over your clit in a way he's done before.

All your pleas come out in a stilted, jagged moan, "St— Steve, please, oh fuck, please—"

"Sh, sh," Pleasure tapers off as Steve pulls back to hush you, the thumb over your entrance still circling, pressing ever so slightly from time to time. "It's fun, isn't it? You're having fun?"

You're nodding quickly, not wanting him to stop, and he resumes his lapping, his other thumb shifting to ensure the hood of your clit is lifted.

You moan, languid and pitiful, as the same flow of pleasure begins — a drip, drip, drip, that feels amazing but not enough to satisfy.

You're not sure how long it goes on like that.

The stroke of Steve's tongue, relaxed and slow, continues whilst you squirm on the counter, leaking wetness onto his teasing thumb. It feels like hours, though you know it's realistically closer to barely twenty minutes.

All you know is at some point, the drip fills the bucket.

It'd been building so long you hadn't noticed — that at some point your pleasure, agitated enough in small amounts, over and over, was still working towards going on the edge.

You tense, shallow pants suddenly heaving your chest, your head thrown back and your back arching. Steve is the same, keeping his soft licks and gentle touches, and you writhe as the blazing feeling mounts.

"Steve," You mewl pathetically.

The next lick will be the one that does it. It has to be. You can't keep building.

The pleasure singes in your gut, Steve's tongue pushing over your clit, and it's not enough.

"S-Steve, please, pleasepleaseplease," Your voice sounds wrecked. "Just— c'mon- I'm— please—" You sound truly desperate.

Steve moans against you, low and hot, and he finally, finally pushes his thumb forward, sinking into the slickness easily. Clenching around it immediately, a flame zips up your spine, sending the bucket tipping over completely.

Pleasure melts over you, hot and fiery, and you make a high-pitched gaspy noise that Steve will undoubtedly call adorable later. For now, he works you through the orgasm dotingly.

Using one hand, he keeps your hips pinned to the counter while the other toys with your fluttering, gushing hole. You moan pathetically, hips working furiously against Steve's hold futilely.

His tongue keeps the same soft laps the whole time.

Eventually, you have to tap his forehead to get him to stop, when the pleasure fades off and you begin to near overstimulation.

Steve pulls back slowly, almost reluctantly. His face is pink, his lips sheened in your arousal, pulled in a smirk.

"Fun, right?" He asks. His voice is gravelly from underuse and you swallow back the desire it sends through you. You're still panting, still trying to catch your breath. You nod, knowing Steve wants the feedback, wants to know he's done well.

"Why stop then? Don't you wanna keep having fun?"

Your eyes snap back to him, focused now, as you realise no that is not what Steve was asking for.

You watch as his head lowers back down, then he slowly resumes the kitten-licks to you clit. His hungry eyes stay fixed on yours, taking in every twitch of your overstimulated body with a soft groan.

You realise, pleasure bleeding in through the overstimulation, that you'll let him do it over again.

You take his advice this time and lie all the way back.

come join the celebration <3

[nemotunovi]

"why would you bother summoning human corpses when dinosaurs are an option"

ok but fossils are not bones. they're rocks that formed while filling gaps where bones were. "why aren't you animating these dinosaurs i carved out of soap"- thats you thats what you sound like right now

also theyre like super brittle- one fucking swap with a level 1 knight's sword and they explode like putty. so like even if you tried making a stone golem out of them or something they'd still be impractical and worthless. they'd probably break JUST from walking.

also- you know why human skeletons are the default? have you ever tried gearing a non-human skeleton? you can't! not to mention they can't hold weapons. you think fido's molars can compare to the efficiency of a gun??? standards are standard for a reason.

Dear necromancers, why would you bother summoning human corpses when dinosaurs are an option

[miaoua3]

hiii Can you write something about clingy Cheol? Like sleeping in arms?

sure!! i love love LOVE writing fluff with cheollie so this is one of the best requests i could’ve gotten tbh lol hope you enjoy!

(pairing: husband! scoups x wife! reader)

one thing to know about cheol?

the moment he gets home from work he will be all over you, not letting you out of his reach for hours to come.

it actually isn’t even bad, compared to how needy and cuddly he gets after he comes back from tour, this is actually very healing and relaxing for you.

you were just reading something on your phone, eyes closing on their own but your consciousness fighting against the sleep because you wanted to welcome cheol home.

just as you were about to doze off yet again, you hear the door open and close, his soft and tired voice calling out “im home” from behind the door.

his arrival makes you immediately wake up all the way, as well as make you get out of the bed and jog lightly to him.

cheol’s fluffy hair gets in his eyes as he tries looking up at you while untying his shoes, gentle smile immediately grazing the corners of his lips the moment he sees you standing there, looking all sleepy and cute in just his pyjama shirt, bare legs calling for him to touch and kiss on, but not now, maybe some other time.

right now he just needs to hug you and cuddle with you. and maybe kiss you for hours to no end.

his heart coos a little when he see you walking over to him with your arms raised above your head, slippers dragging against the wooden floor.

cheol doesn’t think too much before he wraps an arm around your waist and hoists you up, your legs bent slightly so they wouldn’t drag as he carries you.

as he walks you over back to your room, he presses a soft kiss against your cheek, whispering a soft “hey baby” right into your ear.

you don’t respond to his words, instead you just nuzzle your face deeper into his neck and wait until you reach your bedroom.

once you do, cheol playfully throws you onto the bed, your giggles bouncing off the walls, before he proceeds to jump onto you, almost like a diver would jump into the water. you giggle turns into a full blown laugh, arms and legs wrapping around his body once his body stops bouncing from the force of his landing.

he proceeds to nuzzle his face against your chest, kind of like a cat does when it feels cuddly on occasion. except this cat in particular would cuddle with you all the time of he could. after a minute or so, he raises his head, face a bit red from all the rubbing he did with it.

he just looks so cute you can���t help yourself but to gently grab his face and pull him towards you. he immediately gets the hint and lets himself get pulled, eyes closing on their own in preparation. before long, he feels your kiss softly parting his own in a soft kiss, rush and excitement all left to the side in the name of letting him feel all your love through that kiss.

the kiss goes on for a few minutes, unhurried and deep, before cheol slowly pulls away. he gets up to get undressed but not before he lays another short peck to your soft lips.

you watch him slowly get undressed to his boxers, and you still look at him lovingly just like you did the first time you got to see him like this.

his usually hard and prominent muscles, now covered with a light layer of softness. his cute little tummy makes you feel all warm and fuzzy, knowing it’s there because of you-because you continue to take care of him and feed him, because you make him feel safe enough to let himself…enjoy life. it makes you smile in happiness and love.

before long, cheol is completely changed, wearing only his pyjama bottoms (considering you stole his pyjama set, this is what he has to settle on). once he finishes with washing his face, he excitedly walks over to the bed and gets under the covers, wiggling his cute butt and toes as he gets comfortable.

you chuckle at his silly antics, eyes filled with love scanning his tired but soft looking face.

cheol squints his eyes at your chuckling, his own eyes filled with ideas to get back at you for laughing at him.

before you can even react, he grabs your hands and harshly pulls your body towards him, a gasp escaping you as you basically fly over the bed and towards him.

he immediately wraps his limbs around you-legs tangling with your own, arms wrapping around your torso, hands sticking under his your shirt in the name of gently rubbing your back, short nails softly scratching the soft skin.

you look at him, his soft and big eyes staring right back. he chuckles at you shocked expression, lips kissing your forehead as a way to apologise for being a bit rough on you.

and so, the beginning of the end of your day starts-you two stay like that for hours to come, softly caressing each others skin, even softer kisses exchanged between softly spoken words. the rest of the world eventually quiets down, leaving only you two, in each others arms.

everything about this night is just…soft.

even if he’s so very tired, cheol stays awake the entire time in favour of simply spending time together. cheol loves his job so much, but he absolutely hates that it’s the reason why you two have to settle on quiet, late night conversations so you can say that you two actually spent some time together.

eventually, you two fall asleep between the slurred words and slow blinking.

and as you wake up the next morning, still in his arms, you want to tell cheol that it doesn’t matter that his job keeps him busy, that he doesn’t have to feel guilty about being so busy, that he doesn’t have to sacrifice his sleep so you two can spend a few hours together.

you want to tell him that as long as he comes back home to you, as long as he keeps on loving you softly and gently, just like he always does, that it’s enough.

he is enough.

his love is enough.

soft life with cheol is enough.

[science-hoes]

Taste

Michael Robinavitch x Reader

Warnings: FILTHY smut, lactation kink, unprotected sex, language, canon typical medical drama, mentions of addiction

Description: Robby is fighting nicotine withdrawals, but the reader has something sweeter to curb the cravings.

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Robby sipped on the beer that Donnie had tossed him before leaving the usual post-shift hangout. He used to stay longer, maybe even have two beers, but now he had you and Eliza. That was much more rewarding after a grueling day in the Pitt.

Especially after today. Three kids ended up in his ER following a “chicken pox party.” They had been given aspirin and developed Reye’s syndrome, each being sent to the pediatric ICU after Robby evaluated them. What a surprise that anti-vax parents also didn’t know the contraindications of aspirin. The parents were sent with them, but not without a scathing lecture from the chief attending. The selfishness of those parents refusing to immunize their children bewildered him in general, but now that he had a baby girl waiting at home for him, who didn’t have a full immune system yet, it made his blood boil.

As he walked home, he could smell the intoxicatingly thick smell of cigarettes as he passed by strangers with the vice between their fingers. His eyes nearly rolled back at the aroma, wishing he could relieve his stress with a long drag. Just one, that’s all he would need. But cigarettes were seductive, and he could never have just one. Instead, he reached into the side pocket of his backpack and popped a piece of nicotine gum out of the aluminum packet. Not nearly enough of the drug compared to a cigarette, but it kept him clean.

Robby approached the small but beautiful house you had picked out together just a month ago. Only a few blocks from PTMC, making it an easy walk to and from work. That was the main selling point, along with the somewhat spacious backyard for Eliza to play in as she grew up. He juggled his keys, finding the new house key, and unlocked the door carefully.

“Hey, kid. I’m home.” He called out, but not too loud, just in case the baby was sleeping.

After there was no response, he shut the door quietly behind him. His backpack dropped to the floor, a physical metaphor for the burden that fell off his back the moment he smelled the warm vanilla scent of the candle you had been burning. Even while on maternity leave, you found time to make the new house feel welcoming.

Robby stepped out of his New Balance sneakers and padded across the hardwood floor to the living room. There he saw you on the couch, cradling Eliza in your arms, as she drifted off to sleep. The sight was truly beautiful. He couldn’t hide his smile even if he wanted to.

You looked up to him and smiled. “Hey.” You whispered.

He sat down next to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his nose into your shoulder. A heavy exhale left his lungs while he watched his daughter. Eliza’s eyelids fluttered as she dreamed in her mother’s arms.

“I’ve been waiting for this all day.” Robby mumbled into the fabric of your shirt. His shirt, actually.

You tilted your head slightly until it rested against his. “Long day?”

“Mmhmm.” He murmured.

“Do you want to put Eliza down? Then we can talk about it?” You asked.

That was the routine in the Robinavitch household since Eliza was born three months ago. Robby would come home from his 12 hour shift, but the baby would already be asleep. So, you let him put her down in the crib, always taking a few minutes to absorb her snuggles and kiss her before letting her rest until she woke up in the middle of the night. He would always get her before you could register her cries, just for the chance to see her while she was awake.

Robby sighed heavily and shook his head reluctantly. “No. We had some kids come in today with Reye’s syndrome from chicken pox. I don’t want to touch her right now just in case.” He answered, and you could hear the disappointment in his voice.

You turned your head slightly to press a kiss to his temple. “Okay. Let me put her down then.” You offered.

Robby didn’t answer but let go of your waist. As you slowly made your way to the nursery, he couldn’t help but watch the dancing flame coming from the candle you had lit. Almost taunting him. The same tiny burst of light that used to burn his tobacco for him. He rubbed his eyes to alleviate his thoughts, jaw faithfully chewing the gum that was supposed to be curbing his desire.

You walked back into the room and noticed his distress. “What’s wrong, love?” You asked as you sank in the couch next to him.

Robby’s hands moved from his eyes to scratch his beard. “You know it’s days like this that I really crave a fucking cigarette.” He muttered.

Your hand reached up to rub the back of his neck, fingertips kneading into the wrinkles there. “You don’t want to break your clean streak. Is the gum not helping anymore?” You asked.

He leaned into your touch and closed his eyes, indulging in the comforting movements. “I’m going through a pack a day.” He admitted.

“What about Zyns? That’s what Langdon uses.” You suggested.

He huffed and opened his eyes just to roll them. “Yeah, because he’s the poster child for making good drug choices.”

Your eyes narrowed, massaging hands stopped. “Michael.”

Robby scrunched his face at the use of his first name and nodded. “Sorry, that was mean.” He confessed. He held his hands in front of him, watching the way they trembled. “I’ve gotta do something. I’m fucking shaking. I can barely run a simple stitch. This plus the caffeine…it’s getting to be too much.”

After his apology, your nails began to scratch the freshly buzzed hairline at the base of his neck. “Maybe it’s time for one of those nicotine nasal sprays?” You offered.

He just nodded in agreement, leaning back into your touch. He would have fallen asleep right there on the couch like that, with your hand in his hair, but your tiny moans of discomfort pulled him back to reality. “What’s wrong, love?” He asked, sitting up a bit.

You pressed your hands to your chest, pushing against your breasts to relieve some kind of pressure. “I’m gonna have to pump again.” You grunted.

Robby put his hand on your back as you shifted uncomfortably. “How many times today?” He questioned.

“Eight.” You admitted.

His brow furrowed with slight concern. “Eight?”

You nodded. “I’m gonna have to start taking some of the frozen milk to a bank. We don’t have enough room in the freezer for anymore.”

Robby watched you for a moment, gears in that genius brain of his turning, jaw grinding on the nicotine gum. Without a word, he got up and walked to the kitchen. You heard him spit the gum out in the trashcan before he returned. He shrugged of his navy hoodie and tossed it on the chair ground. He sank onto the couch again, legs sprawling naturally, and patted his thigh.

“Come here.” He ordered.

You watched him with skeptical eyes, but followed his lead as he guided your legs until you straddled him.

“Robby, I need to-“

“I’m gonna handle it.” He cut you off.

Before you could answer, he’d pulled that baggy old shirt of his off your upper body, leaving you in nothing but your pajama shorts and maternity bra. His coarse hands ran across the luxuriously smooth skin of your waist, thumbs brushing against your shriveling stretch marks from pregnancy.

Your cheeks reddened as you realized his intentions. “Oh.” Was all you could say.

His fingers trailed across your skin until they reached behind you, unclasping your bra. The silky straps slid down your shoulders, and you tossed the bra behind you. Robby groaned unconsciously as your breasts dropped to your chest and a smirk played at his lips.

“What immunoglobulin is found in breast milk?” He asked.

Your eyes narrowed and nostrils flared. You grabbed fistfuls of his black scrub top, pulling him forward. “Don’t you dare quiz me right now.” You hissed.

Robby’s smirk turned into a devilish grin, and those brown eyes darkened with blown pupils. “I’m your attending. It’s my job. Plus you have boards coming up soon.” He replied.

Your glare could have sliced through marble, but your husband was a force to be reckoned with. “Breastfeeding isn’t on the board exam.” You grumbled.

He chuckled and winked at you, that fucking charming man. “It could be.” He teased.

Your breathing was becoming labored as the fullness in your chest increased. “Michael Robinavitch, if you do not help me, I will report you to the Board for sharing unauthorized board exam content.” You threatened.

But he knew your threats were empty and driven by madness, and that diabolical grin remained on his face, smile wrinkles deepening around his eyes. He tilted his chin up to where his lips ghosted against yours. “I would answer the question if I were you.”

His fingers began to trace your shoulders, moving down but not close enough. You shoved him back against the couch, his hospital badge clacking against his chest. “IgA.” You finally answered through clenched teeth.

“Good girl.”

Robby’s large, freckled hands moved to your engorged breasts, massaging them gently. The sound that left your throat was animalistic. You grasped his forearms, trying to guide him to what you needed.

“What is the sympathetic innervation of the myoepithelial cells in breast tissue?” His voice was unwavering.

Your face scrunched as the fullness began to become overbearing. “Robby…” You growled.

His thumbs hovered above your aching nipples. “Come on, pretty girl.” He beckoned.

You struggled to sort through your medical education as his hands kneaded into your chest. “T1 through T5.” You responded.

Robby chuckled and moved his lips to your breast, his beard adding a rough sensation. “Yes, ma’am.” He affirmed, beginning to kiss your skin.

His fingers began to tweak your nipples, eliciting a moan of painful pleasure from you. Your hips rocked once against his absentmindedly. “Michael, please.” You begged, grabbing the back of his head to guide him.

Robby paused all of his ministrations to look up at you with those big brown eyes, glistening in the dark. “Last question.” He mumbled against your breasts. “What hormone initiates the let-down reflex?”

Your chest heaved in anticipation, and your grip on the back of his head tightened. “Oxytocin.” You answered like your life fucking depended on it.

He smiled and wrapped his lips around one of your hard nipples. Your mouth dropped open as he suckled gently and kept his fingers on your other breast. His free hand moved to your lower pack, guiding your hips to rock against his. You could feel his hardness teasing against your clothed pussy as you grinded.

Then that familiar pins and needles sensation rushed through your chest. You shuddered as the let down reflex ran its course. Robby hummed against your breast as the first drops of milk graced his suckling tongue. Liquid pearls slowly dribbled down his hand that tweaked at the other nipple. The rush of oxytocin seeped through your whole body, and you finally relaxed in your husband’s embrace.

Your fingers massaged the back of his neck like you had earlier, rewarding him for his assistance. His rapid, small suckles began to turn into longer, deeper pulls as the flow became continuous. Your other breast began to leak freely, a small river of cream streaking down his hairy forearm. He breathed loudly through his nose in between swallows, indulging his new favorite dessert.

“What does it taste like?” You breathed, enamored by the sight before you.

Robby took a long drag at your nipple before sitting up and pressing his mouth against yours without a word, pouring your own nectar onto your tongue, the rest spilling in between your chins. It was sweeter than you expected, and you understood why he hadn’t come up for air in several minutes.

“Jesus, fuck, I’d swallow poison if it tasted like you.” He mumbled against your lips.

You pulled away to look at him. The beads of white meshed into his beard, peppering it further, and his lips were swollen from suction. Your husband had never looked so viscerally attractive. You reached at his waist and hiked up his scrip top, tossing it behind you.

“Can I please ride you?” You asked, desperately chasing your oxytocin high.

Robby chuckled and leaned back against the couch for a moment to shift out of his scrub bottoms and boxers. “Can’t say no when you ask so nicely.” He teased.

You giggled and shimmied out of your pajama shorts that had a wet stain already. Without a moment of hesitation, you sank down on his massive cock, the familiar stretch that still made your back arch. He took advantage and latched onto your nipple again, groaning at your tightness before he began to suck.

You bounced on his hips, adding to the suction patterns he pulled on your breast. He continued to tug at the other nipple, the milk spraying across his bare chest, scratching the itch in your sensory neurons. His thrusts grew stronger, and your release drew closer.

“Robby, I’m gonna-“

Before you could finish your sentence, Robby fisted both of your breasts, squeezed them together, and enveloped both nipples in his mouth. You held back a scream as he swallowed hard around them, determined to get every last drop.

Your eyes squeezed shut as the white hot explosion of your climax shot across your nervous system. Your body went limp, draping your arms around his shoulders. His grunts became more frequent as his hip thrusts faltered at the feeling of your pulsing walls. The only time his mouth let go of your breasts was to grunt as he came. You rocked gently, working him through his orgasm, pulling every last bit of cum he had to offer.

Robby slouched back against the couch, and you enjoyed the view. His soft upper body glistening with sweat and tributaries of milk. His face and ears flushed with exertion. His lips swollen from half an hour of suckling. The pearls of milk still nestled into his beard.

“You’re hot.” You teased, resting your hands on his biceps, tracing his tattoos.

He let out a strangled chuckle as he caught his breath, and a content smile played on his lips. “You keep me young, kid. You know that?” He asked.

You smiled and leaned to give him a sweet, soft kiss on his puffed lips. “Good. We need you around for a long time.” You replied.

Robby lifted his hand to caress your face. “I’m gonna be. Not gonna miss a second.” He assured you.

You raised an eyebrow. “That means no relapsing on cigarettes.” You lectured.

He sighed and nodded. “I know.” He replied, looking down at his forearms that were still streaked with milk. “But I think I found something to distract from the cravings.” He winked at you as he dragged his tongue across his veiny forearm up to his wrist, gathering every last drop.

You couldn’t help but blush through your laugh. Carefully, you lifted off his lap and pulled your pajama shorts back on. You used the old t-shirt that you had been wearing to clean up the mess on your chest and his.

“Hey! That’s my shirt.” Robby complained as you wiped his upper body.

You shook your head. “It’s our shirt.”

He rolled his eyes and hoisted his boxers and scrub pants back on. Just as he was about to make a snarky comment, tiny cries came from the baby monitor that sat on the table next to the couch.

You smiled slightly. “Go see our girl. She’s missed you.” You said.

He hesitated for a moment. “I saw those kids today.” He said.

“You don’t have your scrub top on. Use the hand sanitizer next to the changing table. You’ll be alright, doc.” You replied.

Robby chuckled and headed to the nursery. Within seconds, the crying stopped, and you heard his smooth voice singing a Hebrew lullaby to Eliza. He reentered the living room with your baby girl tucked into his elbow like a football. She was so tiny compared to his large frame. You walked over to him and rested your head on his shoulder. Eliza’s big brown eyes stared at her father’s identical ones.

“Did you have a good day with Mommy?” He cooed.

She reached for the sparkling pendant at his neck, and he held her closer to put it in her grasp. Her tiny fingers wrapped around the Star, pulling it to her mouth.

“She’s gonna start using that to teeth pretty soon.” You mused.

He smiled. “I know. She’s getting so big.”

You felt an unusual ache in your heart. “I know. I hate it.” You admitted.

“I’ll stay up with her a little longer. You get some sleep. You’ve been working hard today.” He offered, pressing a kiss to your head.

You stifled a laugh. “You’re the one who worked a 12 hour shift.” You reminded him.

Robby met your gaze, his eyes shining in the living room glow. “You’re with our daughter all day. Taking care of her. Loving her. Making our new house a home.” He leaned down to kiss you sincerely. “You’re giving me the world, kid. That deserves some rest.”

You hugged your husband tightly, tears stinging your eyes. “Thank you.” You whispered.

“Thank you.” He repeated. “Now, go. I’ve got our girl.” He assured.

You kissed Eliza goodnight before walking to the bedroom. As you neared the room, you heard Robby’s voice carrying through the hallways as he sang his Hebrew lullaby again.

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A/N: Thank y’all for humoring my pathetic Dr. Robby thoughts. As soon as I came up with this idea, I couldn’t stop writing until it was done. I can’t wait to write some more smut for him.

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Positive changes coming into your life

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LAPIS LAZULI

The theme is balance, your life will be much more balanced in terms of material comfort, resting and working, dream and reality. Balance means that you will learn how to adjust various areas in your life to fit each other. You will slowly understand the "rhythm" of your life, when you need to rest, when you need to focus, when you need to give, when you need to ask for what you want. During this process, you will come to get to know more about both your physical body and your spirit, giving them both equal care.

You will gain more independence, feeling like you have more control of your life than you previously thought. It might come from the stability of your surroundings, you gain more financial independence, or you will gain a new insight that helps you feel more contented with what you have, rather than seeking more and more and never feeling enough. One thing I notice is that you will focus solely on doing what's good for your growth, your decisions will be based on your gut feelings and your introspection. You will no longer feel the pull to compare yourself with others, as you follow your own heart and not be distracted by everyone around you. This period will be a tremendous growth for you.

Life will treat you fairly for your effort. Problems won't go away all at once, but you're capable of tackling them one by one. Your emotions will run high, sometimes you will feel like you're being swept along by the current of your emotions. But you will not let yourself drown in them, instead, you will surf along with them, make them into your greatest inspiration and motivation. Your mantra will be "I got this". Your inner strength will manifest outwardly. You will shed old unhealthy habits and look after your physical vessel more, being more active and flexible. A healthy heart and a healthy body will be accompanied by a fresh mind, one that can conjure up magic out of the most mundane thing.

ROSE QUARTZ

Spring is here, after a long bitter winter. A joyful time ahead. You will feel like waking up from a long slumber, sleepiness will still follow initially, life will still feel groggy, but not for long. The cold winter will finally go away, new spirit will fill your heart, and along with it, your whole body. Your steps will feel lighter, smiles will grace your face more frequently. If you've been feeling down, lost or disappointed lately, you will soon see the light peaking through new leaves. 

Your life will be much "softer". You don't need to force anything or try too hard to achieve something. You learn to feel at ease, to let yourself rest more and dream more. You don't have to walk briskly with purpose or run towards a goal, you can stroll along the streets more leisurely. Not that everything will suddenly become better or solve itself, but your attitude will change, and that's enough to make some previous problems dissipate.

If you're struggling with feeling confident and worry a lot about security, you're going to gain a new confidence boost. Maybe you will meet someone new or stumble upon a new knowledge that encourages you to take a step forward, to dare to dream bigger, be more daring. I see new acquaintances, people who are much different from you but can lift you up greatly. 

If before, pursuing what or whom you desired might seem out of reach with too many obstacles then now, you won't see those obstacles as anything of consequence anymore. You're willing to give it a try, no matter the result. And you will be rewarded for that attitude. The act of going after your dreams is exhilarating. You perceive it as a fun challenge, an experiment that you can enjoy and go at your own pace. Your energy feels both fast and languid. No frantic move, just a little bit of faith in luck and a heavy dose of romanticising that will expand your connections with the world and its people.

CARNELIAN

The theme of mental clarity will be prevalent in the upcoming period of your life. Confusion and misunderstanding will be solved quickly, or if they still linger from the past then you will gain a new understanding of them and be able to move on or find closure. You will likely gain decisive information from people around you, especially those who are close to you that will help you make decisions more easily. Prepare to speak the truth and hear the truth, no matter how unpleasant or unexpected it is. You will be more receptive to it, even when it's harsh or feel criticising, you will no longer react with hurt or too much sensitivity, because you can be detached enough to not let things go into your heart too deeply. It doesn't mean that you will be cold, on the contrary, you will be more compassionate and humble, that's the quiet power you will gain.

Unexpected events might happen around you that can alter the way you perceive the world. They might not even be related to you, you might just hear them from your friends or acquaintances, but they will open a new way of thinking for you. It's like waking up from a long slumber, you're jolted out of the sleepiness and wide awake, with a clearer mind. Don't be too alarmed if you have some arguments or debates with people, they will be great opportunities for you to sharpen your mind and exercise objective judgement. People might remark that you seem much more lively, much more assertive than before. It's just the beginning, you're slowly waking up to yourself, prioritising the vitality and jollity of your life.

TIGER'S EYE

I see fluid movements, gentle and expanding, like a person dancing. The energy inside your heart will uncoil itself and spread out gracefully. A more gentle melody will be playing for you.

This upcoming period of your life will be much more simple and straightforward. You won't concern yourself with complicated matters, heartaches or imminent catastrophes. Your focus will be on finding peace, be in it and keep enjoying life as much as possible. The energy is very soft and playful. And that's how you will overcome any hardships lurking around. 

What might have plagued your mind recently won't be so as you adopt a more carefree and spontaneous attitude. You know that nothing lasts forever, so you enjoy every moment yet also don't hold on tightly to any. The heavy burdens will be lifted from your shoulders. You need this very much. Not everything has to be about being good, being proficient, being orderly, being responsible. You will still hold yourself highly with maturity, but you don't let life's obstacles put a hiccup in the great melody that you're playing. Social life and enjoyment of beauty will be a great focus of yours. Pleasant new connections will be formed, old connections will be strengthened. 

You will find fulfilment in everyday activities. Giving and receiving will be very satisfying. You give and you will be given back in return. You will see the flow of life, the cycle of if and you will go along with it, not against it. You're active but in a quiet and accepting way. You don't need to be constantly moving, constantly striving. You let yourself rest and still, so that the working of nature can work its magic for you.

CITRINE

If you've been busy lately, having lots of things and people to take care of, or you've been feeling depleted lately, lacking the time and energy to have fun and pamper yourself, then it's about to change. You will have time to retreat into yourself, stay away from the draining influences around you for a while and have time to recenter yourself. You've been working hard, it's time to tuck yourself in cosily, have a rejuvenating rest and allow yourself to rest, to feel good. 

Life will slow down for you, not the kind of no-progress slowing down, but the kind that lets you catch your breath. The fight is over, you don't need to exert yourself all the time. Now it's time to heed the call of your heart, pull away the worries and let your energy flow into where you're called to. I see a time of discovery, of opening a new perspective. You're about to get your mind opened wide and let in many new wonders.

If you're pulled to spirituality and the occult, trust that the more you dig deeper, the more free you will feel, the more clear the road is for you. You will get intuitive messages about where to go, what to do, those messages will likely come from the sensations of your body, the involuntary reactions, like a jump of excitement, heart beating fast full of anticipation. You might wonder why you feel a strange sensation out of nowhere, or called to try out new tastes, new scents, new activities. Don't hesitate, grab hold of that sensation and honor it, you might never know what promising future it could lead you to.

AVENTURINE

You will be blessed with wise insights that allow you to move forward cautiously and strategically. You might have the tendency to act from the place of fear, defending yourself against invisible threats that endanger your stability. This survivor mentality can't protect you from harm all the time. There will be times when you have to step outside of your comfort zone and be bold and adventure forth with blind eyes. But the good news is your heart won't be blind and so is your mind. 

In the incoming period of time, you might have to face some untrustworthy words and actions that raise your doubt about the trust you placed on people. But your discernment will be wide awake during this time. This is the time of illusions shattering. You will hear clearly, see clearly and make your decisions based on facts and concrete proofs. Glibness won't be able to hide the truth from you. You stand firm in your stance and trust yourself more than ever. Your words hold wisdom and faith. You will be able to chase away trickery with humour and prudence. 

In turn, you will be rewarded with pleasant surprises. More fun adventures await you at the most unexpected times. Your light will finally have the space to shine. Don't hesitate at breaking away from old habits. You know deep within that your heart has already set its sight on a farther horizon. 

[procrastinating-prepper]

Medical neglect is real, but it isn’t the cause of the health gap. We know this because medical studies typically control for the amount of treatment received - they might compare, say, a fat person and a thin person both getting heart surgery and find that the thin one has fewer surgical complications.

This means that surgeons would, all else being equal, prefer to operate on thin people because the success rate is higher. But it’s not YOUR job to be the most convenient patient possible. Sometimes we have to remind our doctors that the choice is not between a thin person and a fat person getting treatment (as in a controlled medical study), but between a fat person getting treatment and a fat person not getting treatment.

You don’t have to be mean about it. Practice saying, “Aside from lifestyle changes, what can be done right now to address [issue I’m here for]? Will I be better off with this treatment or without it?”

Hey did y'all ever think about that if doctors blame all fat people's medical issues on them being too fat without proper investigation and then feel justified in neglecting their medical concerns, then statistically more fat people WILL develop and potentially die from serious health issues and it might not actually be because of the fat when everything comes down to it

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﴾ lunaris

pairing: werewolf!changbin x f!reader

genre: one-shot, supernatural au, smut

word count: 12,4K

warnings: dom!changbin & sub!reader ⋆ stalking! ⋆ obsessive behavior ⋆ possessiveness ⋆ manipulation ⋆ manhandling! ⋆ size kink! ⋆ small!dry humping ⋆ breading kink! ⋆ knotting! ⋆ monster cock! (yup) ⋆ biting! ⋆ marking ⋆ overstimulation ⋆ squirting! ⋆ fingering (f.receiving) ⋆ mating press!position ⋆ unprotected!sex ⋆ creampie!

summary: you are not alone — from the moment you decided to live in the small house at the edge of a lake, a dark, looming phantom, seemed to follow you wherever you go and you cannot do anything other than to wait and see, what it wants from you…

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Realization. It came over you suddenly, in the middle of the day — sharp and bright. There was this feeling, following you everywhere, finding you in every corner of your new home. You had ignored as best you could, but those invisible pairs of eyes made every hair on your body stand. At first you thought it was just your mind playing thick’s on you. A new place, a new era of your life had begun the moment you settled into this house…all alone. Only with your own thoughts — or so you believed. Until those things, gifts started appearing on your doorstep.

You can still remember the first day you, when moved into your new home — a cabin, surrounded with nothing, but threes and the wilderness. You contemplated if you wanted to take the risk of buying this suspiciously beautiful house in the middle of nothingness, considering that you are a young woman and would be all alone in such dangerous era. However the childhood dream of owning such a home in your adulteress won over any gut feeling in you. The only thing that calmed you a little was the lake surrounding you, but the almost sinister feeling of the forest stretching behind your house, still gives you goosebumps.

It is just, because you were alone, nothing more — just the instinct of being alerted at all times, as you can never know what might be lurking for you outside. You so hoped that this instinct wouldn’t just be an intuition in disguise…

The first few months were taking a toll on you. This seemingly small cabin was in reality too big for just you, making you spend a lot of time at making it seem smaller by buying useless things to fill in the open spaces of your home. The heat of the nearing summer left you almost suffocating, deciding to not leave your window open even a creak, leaving you spending a dozens of restless nights. You can’t lie that you didn’t think you maybe made a mistake, but the more time you spend outside on the small pier on the lake, the more it helped you get use to this new place.

You sometimes do miss the noises of the city — the cars honking, crowds of people loudly talking, but at the end of the day your mind would always seem to wander off, dreaming of something quieter. Life brings you something new in the change of the old and even if it firstly hurts or doesn’t feel right, it will all come together at the end. You do think a lot, or atleast since the time you moved, it was just you now. It helped you grow in some way, over come your fears, but you just couldn’t ignore it anymore. The first couple of times it happened were subtle, but the small hints told you that you are not as alone as you thought your were.

You still remember it, like it was yesterday, the first night you spend in your new home — staring at the clock on your nightstand and counting every minute. Time went by so slow compared to what you now can call your past and you so tried to ignore the window facing you. No curtains put, letting you see and hear the slightly swinging trees of the forest and wind softly whistling outside. Since then you have become so highly aware of everything. Your senses had hightened, it was like you could hear everything around you, see the unimaginable or was it just paranoia? Was the sense of something watching you just your own mind playing tricks on you?

That answer circled your mind every night and every day you spent outside. The first thing that happened that left you freezing in your spot was, when you were at your work. As your teeth hit the metal utensil, staring out the window to the starting rain, you suddenly remembered about your clothes that have been left outside to dry, only realizing that after your hard day of work you will have to do it all over again. However that didn’t happen…When you came home, water still falling from the sky, you quite not in some much hurry came to pick up your propably, completely soiled clothes. Shoes digging in the mud, you stood there in the rain for a moment, eyes strained to the clothesline only to find it empty. Your exhausted self thought that maybe the wind maybe swept it away, in frustration rushing up to the small steps leading to your home to atleast put your things away, before going on a search, only for you to stop dead in your tracks.

Something in that moment — the sudden rush of warmth going over you, made you shake. Somehow your clothes have been put neatly on to the front porch swing and even in the dark you couldn’t see a single wrinkle in sight. You knew that it should have been the first sign that something was here with you, but you chose to ignore it, even if your hands shook, when you pick up your clothes, before rushing inside. You can’t lie that you didn’t sleep that night, you can’t lie that this small thing scared you. But was it? You are certain that it wasn’t yourself, but what would you even say if you told someone? Someone came to my house to pick your laundry so it wouldn’t get ruined from the rain? It was somehow a kind gesture, but it also made shivers go down your spine. Maybe you were blind, maybe someone was living somewhere near you — neighbor perhaps, whom you still had the chance to meet.

It was this…something so subtle, till it wasn’t. You could feel it creeping up on you. What exactly? You are not so sure, maybe your situation and these small things that kept on on adding up, made you a little too paranoid. Every small creak of your wooden home or even the sound of the trees bending against the wind — everything that happened made you so highly aware, however you weren’t quick enough to catch it. The problem is that you didn’t even know what you were searching for. It could be anything and nothing at the same time, but you swear it had to be something…

When summer came, so did its heat. Sweat making your skin slick and hot to the touch. You hadn’t been so happy to have a lake outside of your home until now. You were aware that maybe swimming in said water wasn’t the safest, but it didn’t make you not atleast dip your feet in it. The change of temperature made you shiver, sighing softly as you closed your eyes. The sounds around you for once were peaceful, basking in the singing of birds and the soft air blowing across your heated skin. With your back layed on the pier, eyes closed, you almost slipped into unconsciousness, but then you hear a sound that cut into the blissful rhythm of your relaxing.

Your eyes opened then, staring up in the sky through your sun glasses, your ears almost twitching, when you heard leaves rustling. You didn’t move, didn’t even want to look, in fear it would ruin your sweet and quiet moment. You could tell it came from the shore, a little distance from your layed out body and you did almost let it fly over your head, when your eyes flutter. However, just when your eyes closed slightly, looking down the length of your body, you saw a shadow moving in the distance. The sight made you jump, blinking rapidly, though now it was gone and the only thing left was the sound of something hitting the surface of the water.

You didn’t wait even a second there, not so curious to even look back, pulling your legs out of the water like you were scared that it had already reached you. You ran back to your house with your heart racing, ears still ringing and at that moment the thought of it being an animal all along became the most logical thing.

However there was this one night that you can’t seem to get out of your head — it felt you so frightened and so confused that you believed it must be something out of this world, something that doesn’t have an easy explanation. You had already been ready to fall asleep before it happened. Eyes blinking slowly, tearing up a little from the light of your open laptop, voices of the actors becoming meer whisper as you fight the argue to fall asleep. You didn’t know at that time, why exactly you didn’t let yourself, it was like your own body already knew to rather stay on high alert.

A loud explosion coming from the movie playing on the small screen made you jump wildly, your already almost empty snack falling down your bed. Your body jerking, you already turn to your side to picked up, eyes trailing over the room to search, but your stare stops right on the other. Cold sweat pricks on your body, stilling in fear that makes its way up your throat till it choked out every last breath left in you. You don’t blink — can’t and you thought that if you would it would disappear. Glaring back at you, right outside your bedroom window were sets of glowing eyes, black mass of a silhouette. Of what? You couldn’t make out, but it made you gasp sharply.

The sound you made, which shouldn’t have been heard given to your movie playing in the background and the thick wooden walls of your home, alerted the thing staring at you, like it was till now completely unaware of your frightened gaze. With a blink of an eye you saw it disappear behind your window, but you didn’t miss the loud steps that it took, heavy and fast. Something possessed you there, maybe your own idiocy, because you rushed to your window to open it, lips parting to call out to it. You wanted to know it was real, not just your imagination or a demon haunting you, but only crickets and the soft sounds of outside were heard. Goosebumps appeared on your skin and not so much from the cold air of the outside, as your stare trailed all over the trees, searching. You didn’t even hear those heavy footsteps in the distance, head lowering in defeat and exhaustion only to come across smeared dirt right under your window. You couldn’t make out the stops left behind — human or an animal? But at that moment it felt like the beginning of something and somehow you let it happened…

Windows that you didn’t remember closing, when you left home for work, the flowers you have put outside watered and trimmed, that feeling of something watching you even at day, increasing more at night — the flowers on your doorsteps….You couldn’t stomach it anymore. You didn’t know if you should be frightened to death, but it never seemed like that it wanted to hurt you. It made you go to the nearby dinner in your town to ask the local people, if they maybe knew of someone living in the woods, but they all told you the same — no one lives there other than you. Maybe it was your look of distress then, your hope crushed, leaving you at your starting point, but the lovely, old lady you have been talking to pulled you closer to her again to whisper in your ear. There was this saying that a creature lives in the woods, young people bored and curious searched for it, but never found anything. Such a serious tone and such a strange omen of sorts. The small warning made you frown. Every town has its own legend and you never considered your self a believer of something beyond imaginary, but the words made you shiver. However the thing you saw that night and those gifts maybe just be a two different things…or were they?

That conversation stuck with you. You considered calling the police, but what would you even tell them? Something is doing your chores for you? Takes care of you? They wouldn’t help you. You tried to pull yourself away from it and like it knew the gifts became bigger, more bold. Those flowers, which you always accepted held something so dear that you still couldn’t quite see, only feel and your romantically deprived self pulled them closer to your chest to lay a kiss upon them with your heart. You hated yourself that you couldn’t pull away, it almost became like some sort of routine. Was it an admirer? It should scare you more than it does, but the fear of unknown is more than enough. Your stupid self accepted each and every one of those gifts and with doing so, it only seemed to grow closer.

It is closer — closer than you think.

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Even if you tried, you couldn’t lie to yourself — you were not alone. Yet for the sake of your own inner peace, you longed for someone to talk to you. Until now, you had only yourself and this thing haunting you, but oddly it also helped you understand yourself more. You became proud of yourself and what you had accomplished so far, almost giddy when you called your old friends to come visit you and your new home. You knew you needed to see the better side of everything that had happened — to find some light in it, but it was so difficult, when you could feel its claws digging into the back of your head. Maybe it was something attached to the house long before you arrived. Maybe you just have to live with, till the time comes for you to understand.

Your fingers press at your temple. Your skin hot, slightly slick, a small smile on your lips as your eyes trail over the room. The glass in your hand is half empty, only taking small, short sips, already feeling good enough to know not to spoil it. Your muscles feel not so tense anymore, your mind empty. Your friends sitting across from you on your small couch laugh, the sound mixing in with the soft music you have put on, your playlist already replaced by unknown songs from how much time has passed by.

Your friend — long, dark hair, sitting at the corner of your sofa drowns down her drink, before catching your lingering gaze. “It’s really nice here, Y/N.” She compliments, beaming almost as she rolls her head to look around the room. The words make the other two stop their conversation to nod softly, also glancing at their surroundings like they didn’t notice it before. Your friend smacks her lips together, lipstick already gone and transferred onto the empty glass in her hands. “And the lake—“ She says dreamily and you smile at her tone, which reminded you of yourself, when you first come across this place.

“Thank you.” You voice is little rough, only now realizing you haven’t talk much since they arrived, throat and mouth a little dry from the alcohol.

“Don’t you get bored though…” Wonders your friend, tucking piece of her brown hair behind her ear.

The question leads your mind to wonder a little. “Not really.” You say firstly, shaking your head. “I mean — there are a lot of things I’m still working on –“ You laugh a little, smoothing down your slightly sweaty hairline.

Your friend cuts you off, shaking her head and sitting up a little straighter. “No, I mean — you are here all alone, it must be scary…” She trails off and your smile slightly falls at her words.

You hope your eyes don’t give away how much you agree with her, though there wasn’t a time you felt any danger…just this presence. “Yeah, sometimes…” You say, voice quiet, tapping your fingers on the glass of your drink. The small silence makes you a little fidgety, pushing your drink to your lips to keep yourself occupied. You don’t even fully take a sip, just wetting your lips as your eyes look up to their faces which clearly show the need for you to continue. “At first it was scary, I couldn’t even sleep — you know, new place, new bed.” You exhale, quite shakily, but you do put back a smile on your face. “But I got used to it…yeah.”

Your gaze falls from them to the vase on your table and the expression, which just faintly flashes across your face isn’t missed. “What are those?” You want to say the obvious — flowers, but not just any kind. You put them there the moment you opened your front door in the morning. It was the first thing on your mind, when you woke up. It truly started to become some sorts of habit, ritual…

“Oh…someone gave them to me.” You say and you wished you had something more to say other than someone, considering the excitement radiating from your friends.

“Tell us more–“ Pleads your curly haired friend, putting her glass on the table to firstly look closely to the different kinds of colors in the vase, before looking up at you with sparks in her eyes.

You almost choke on your own spit. You so wished to know — to know everything about what is happening around you. You also wished to tell them the whole truth, which is small, but it certainly would only raise concern and you don’t want that. It would only make you feel that also. “Well, I don’t — I don’t know, who it is actually.” Your laugh is short and dry, as well as their faces. “Someone just leaves them at my door.” You shrug and your vision travels to your other friend, who leans closer to you to trail her green eyes on your figure.

“Really?” Her eyebrow is raised, slight bite in her tone and you don’t answer firstly as you are puzzled by her small attitude. She tilts her head, eyes forming into slits. “Are you making it up?” She asks you and even with the smirk on her face you could tell it wasn’t so lighthearted as it should seem like.

“W-why–“ You stutter in confusion, looking at her. “Why would I?”

She shrugs at that, body relaxed, but that can’t be said the same for the sudden shift in the air. “I mean, every time we ask you if you have someone you get so offensive and like — you want us to get off your back with this and know you are actually happy when this someone gives you flowers.” Looking at the others, you do too and only your curly haired friend matches your own expression, whispering your friend’s name in a small warning.

You are not surprised that your other friend nods her head in agreement with the words — like usual the two stick together, just like the first time you met them, but you just didn’t expect to be told this. They all knew — they know you long enough and like true friends they wouldn’t talk about this, considering how hard these things are for you. “I am not making it up and what do you mean by that?” You sound maybe too upset, but it is so typical of her to talk and just talk, sometimes you wish for her to just shut up. The alcohol in your system doesn’t help you calm down, though you don’t feel like drinking this problem away. “My world doesn’t circle around men, okay? And you know how hard it is for me to find somebody–“

“Okay, I get!” Her voice is high enough to ring in the room, putting her hands up and you are so upset by the way this small, what should be happy gathering turned into. “Just like — nobody lives here other than you and you are telling me that somebody magically appeared out of nowhere?” Yes.

“I mean she has a point.” Says the brunette next to you, agreeing.

“Are you guys serious?” Your curly haired friend is shocked just as you are, but you on the other hand become speechless a little. They know this topic is something you don’t like to talk about rather alone fight over and just the tone of hers rises the question if she truly likes you or not. She is acting just like the men that have came into your live — not interested, just passing by and pointing at the things you should work on, make them different. Your older friend talks for you for a little, voice mixing together and you can feel the tension slowly eating you up, till it implodes with your friend waving her hands in the air.

“No–“ Now, she is trying to look like the victim of this argument as she didn’t started it in the first place, flashing her eyes back to your tense figure. “Don’t get me wrong, it’s just — it is okay not to have someone, you don’t have to lie–“

“Lie? I didn’t even–“

“But you do kind of need a boyfriend–“

“Yeah, you are a little pent up girl.”

“Pent up?” You raise your voice at that and you laugh inside at how ridiculous this whole situation is, but considering the timing, the fact this wasn’t the first time she started an argument over something, you have the whole right to be upset. “What’s gotten into you? I invite you here, in my house I bought with my own money and the biggest thing that concerns you is a man–“

Your own outburst surprises you slightly, but the look on her face only angers you more, there is no regret. Shaking your head at her, you feel small betrayal and the feelings bubbling in you burst at that moment. Putting your glass on the table, it almost breaks from hard you set it, standing up on your feet and only your true friend comes to catch you before you disappear. “Y/N, come on…” You can tell just how much it upset her also and you have never been more greatful to have her, but right now you just wouldn’t be able to sit back down and ignore what happened.

Everything that has been gathering up in you, pressing on your shoulders takes you to the front door. “I will be right back.” Something about the outside calls out to you and your shiver just at the thought of getting fresh air into your lungs.

“Y/N, where are you going?” The voice is in the distance already as you open the door to your front porch. “Hey!”

You don’t hear anything after that, when you slam the door shut and you almost regret storming off like this, but should you? There have been so many times, when you thought about ending things with these two and maybe this was just the cherry on top. Atleast you now knows, that you have at least one person, who sees you and doesn’t look down on you or tries to crack you open like a shell. Her words sting a little too much and you feel like you lied even to yourself there. You blame it on the colder air, when your eyes water. The tears are more from anger than anything, but you do wonder now — were you really just making it up? You look down at your feet, standing just at the spot where those flowers were put for you just few hours ago. You sigh at yourself, before walking down the small steps of your porch.

You don’t even look back, your feet moving on their own, walking into the direction of the edge of the forest. You do wish that there would be someone, who would understand you — not a friend, but a lover. Someone, who wouldn’t give up on you and wait for you. Someone, who would understand your feelings and know about your struggle to show an emotion, which you are so afraid of. However you have been so alone for so long you don’t know even know, what would you do if someone like this would show up. Maybe you would try to pull away at first, see if they truly like you and not just the thought of you. See if they truly want to get to know you, get to learn about your likes and dislikes and just be there for you. Just maybe someone who would take care of you at your hardest moments…

The sounds of the branches and dirt cracking under your feet is rhythmical, lips parting and closing, talking to yourself in complete silence what felt like just a moment. Your inner monologue is cut off, when you accidentally lose your footing on the moist surface, saving yourself from a nasty fall just in time. Your hands fly to the tree next to you, wood digging into the palms of your hands and you curse a little at your own clumsiness. Just then you look up from the ground, eyes trailing back only to see nothing…nothing, but the forest.

For how long have you been walking around? You just now realized how quiet it all was. Nothing, but the swinging trees and the moon shinning down on you. You lean away from the tree, gaze still on the direction, which you think you came from, only to realize you, that in your small unconsciousness you did not walk in a straight line. You let your own body guide you, mind too occupied and the fear rising in you slowly closes its hands on your throat. A shaky sigh leaves you at that and you fight the obvious — you are completely lost. You have never been so deep in the woods before and all that anger and sadness in you is replaced with nothing, but panic.

The wind blows through your hair, rustling them. The soft strands kiss your cold bitten cheeks, lips parting in silent sighs. Your hand is placed over your chest, fingers expanding in what seems like a hope to warm your self up or more like to calm your racing heart. The concerned and scared look is bright on your features, but it doesn’t hide the natural spark and beauty your eyes have. With each blink of an eye, your eyelashes flutter over your cheek bones and at that moment, it was like, he was seeing you for the first time.

Snap! The sound alerts you, so loud and so close. Your whole body freezes at that moment, pressing yourself back into the tree in hopes that you would disappear into it. You don’t breathe, not turning to the direction. You want to think that it was nothing, just the nature of the forest, but then you feel it — the eyes on you, its presence. Your mouth opens, but no sound is let out. You can feel it like it was right next to you, never till now you haven’t felt it so greatly. You couldn’t — you can’t right now, you truly feel it. It didn’t came from your imagination, it came from the direction right behind you.

Your lungs fight for breath, eyes staring wildly in fear right before you and you don’t hear anything other than the sound of your own heart in your ears. No other twig snaps, but you know it is there, here with you. The more seconds past by, the more feel the unbreakable pressure on the back of your head, the unknown thing behind you like calling to you, telling you to turn around and see. You don’t know if you want to, you can’t run, because you don’t know where to go to and even if you did something told you couldn’t outrun this fate of yours. You do not want to, but you need to — you need to know.

Your eyes fill with tears of fright, your anger still lingering in you, but now it is only anger at how foolish you were. Your body shakes, head twitching as you slowly turn your head to finally lay your eyes upon it behind you. It was something about the way you just knew it had to be it, the reason for the weight on your shoulders, the reason you felt so look after, while also so alone — the reason for your nightmares. Tears escape your eyes as they widened at the sight, nausea filling your body, shivers going down your spine.

You for a moment stand there, absolutely unmoving, because you didn’t know if your mind is still playing tricks on you. You wished so — because those bright, piercing, yellow eyes of the creature, almost make you fall down to your knees. Standing before you, so close and unmoving, just like you, was a wolf, but not like an other. You have never see an animal so big before, it seemed like it could reach to your collarbones and you can’t help, but let out the little noise of fear from the back of your throat. Its fur was dark as the night and if it weren’t for the moon only its eyes would gave away its presence.

Your sound of horror seems to alert it, eyes till now unblinking, ears twitching at your whimper. That only makes you realize that it was real — you are lost in the forest, with no sense of direction, unarmed and all alone, with this creature before you, which seem like anything, but an ordinary wolf. You know you shouldn’t move, can’t even, but when it showed how much it knew of your presence, your own body moved on its own. Your human instinct told you to run and so you did.

Your ears started to ring from the moment your legs started to move, your frozen muscles screaming at your pace, which you didn’t even know you were capable of. You drink up loudly the air swishing around you. The fact you couldn’t hear anything other than yourself only made the terror in your body rise. You don’t turn around, you don’t want to know, how far away or how close it is to you. Your small pathetic sob echoes around you, because you just knew you will not be fast enough to out run it, let alone fight it, if it comes to it. You pass trees, never ending, everything to you seemed the same and after a moment you just run, nothing more, just so you could get away from it. However a simple mistake — small, not calculated step leads to you falling.

You cry out, your uncovered knees burning as they scrape on the ground. Your legs shake, just your hands now holding you up from falling into complete exhaustion. Gasping for air, your whole body screams, the lack of oxygen making you feel so empty and weak. The alcohol which you consumed makes your head spin, turning to your side and you shake your head in denial, when you see it standing right behind you. You are speechless by how you didn’t hear it until now. The wolf doesn’t even breath heavily like you and you cower in fear from how massive it looked in your position.

The disgusting feeling of the truth that you are nothing, but its prey makes you see black spot in your blurry vision, watching it stalk to you with no fight left in you. You can’t believe yourself that you are giving up just like that, but you now know you could never out run it — you can do nothing, but watch it walk into the stream of light coming from between the trees. The wolf’s fur almost glistens in the light, but it isn’t the thing that catches your attention. In its mouth, so delicately and carefully grasped between its sharp teeth, are flowers…

They held the same colors, which you recognize way quicker than you imagine, while being in this situation. Something washes over you, confusion mostly, but then it fades into something warmer. Warm — its gaze is soft, not alerting, but you do push your legs to your chest in terror, when it lowers its head. Your eyebrows furrowed a little, tears suddenly slowing to a stop, only their residue drying on your cheeks. The wolf’s jaw unhinges, putting down those flowers before you, without taking its yellow eyes away from you. Just now, just before you had turned your head till you for the first time look upon it, you suddenly remembered the fact you knew it has to be it.

It doesn’t come closer to you then, instead it turns back around, you watching it closely as it stalks to a tree. Should you run? Something tells you not to at this moment and your own body betrays yet again. Your eyes flicker back to the flowers and you wondered if it already had them, when you saw it for the first time. The air around you seem to change — not so thick and hard for you to breathe, glancing at it once more just as it disappears behind the tree. The way it looked at you, its presence and way of acting — why are you thinking like this? Your chest tightens even more, the last tears left in you escaping as you watch it come back from behind the tree, but what appears leaves you in a state of complete shock.

Wolf no longer, not an animal, but a silhouette of a man stands there, his head turning to look at you, a familiar reflection in his eyes. Your back straightens, disbelief and confusion striking you. You firstly think it’s the trick of an eye — imagination, no you cannot be in denial any longer. The man, who just moments ago was an animal walks out of the shadows and your lips part, when your eyes land on his face. Eyes, so dark yet filled with so much light, masked a little, with the way his dark hair falls into them, plump lips parted in, what seem like a mimicking of your own shock. His body holds the same amount of muscle as his other form and you shake your head at this reality of seeing a man and wolf all together.

His hand outstretches to you, in what seems like a calm demeanor, but how can you be calm? You still can’t fully grasp it, the truth so bitter and obvious, but you can’t just accept what your eyes saw. This isn’t possible, anything…With your inner battle, panic fills you, when the man walks closers to you and with all your strength left in you, you stand up on your wobbly feet. “No, don’t-“ His voice makes goosebumps rise on your skin, but you don’t listen, already moving to run yet again.

However even against this man it is no use. You don’t even fully take two full steps before you feel his touch. His arms come to wrap around your body, squeezing you enough for you not to move even an inch. You freeze, gasping in shock, eyes falling down on his arms. No sign of strain in his muscles, even when you start to twitch and fight against him. “Get off me!” Your voice is scratchy and weak. You can feel his chest rising against your back, his breath fanning over your naked shoulder. It is him — how? His presence so familiar, but so new. “Please…” You whisper, head hanging low and your small tone of voice makes him momentarily freeze, before releasing you from his grip.

You instantly jump away from him, turning back to fully get a look at him. He gazes at you so softly that air gets stuck in your dry throat. “I am not going to hurt you.” You almost shudder, when he puts his hands up yet again. His eyes — just with his eyes he pleads for you not to run away again, though you do back away from him enough till your back meets a tree.

It’s so quiet around you — too quiet for you to escape your reality. The rumors, once a fairytail, now turns into nightmare and the truth. A creature in the woods…it was all him. All those times you felt something watching you, it was him all along. Wolf, a man all together, standing right before you, gazing at you with so much softness that it scared you more than anything. “You – you…You are–“ How hard can it be to say the truth, when are already accepting it? “It was all you.” You shake your head, lip quivering.

Something like a regret, small shame flashes in his eyes at your tone and if it weren’t for your panicking, you would think it was all fake . “Yes…” He says.

“You are a…” You can’t even say it, because it would only make it real, though how long can you hide from this, when it is right infront of you. Your eyes close in small defeat, opening them again and this small move of yours makes him take a step closer to you. “No, don’t come any closer!” Your tone is weak, only filled with fear and not enough anger and strength.

“Please–“ His tone is soft and his demeanor makes you think more about your own. “Don’t be scared, I would never hurt you-“

The words sound so truthful, yet you don’t find yourself fully believing them. You don’t know his intentions, only acting upon, what he has done so far. “You…” His name is still unknown, but now atleast you can put a face to all of those things that happened. You want to believe him and you do a little, but you just can’t accept that he is the thing that has been haunting you — taking care of you. Your eyes trail over him thankfully, few beats passing as you watch each other. “If you don’t want to hurt me then why didn’t you atleast not once come to me, told me that it was you. I would–“

“You would have run away.” He says and the words make your lips fall shut. Was he watching you for that long to know how would you react? Or is just your human nature and his not so — you probably would respond like any other person, but yet you stand here talking to him. A werewolf…He wondered, played this exact scenario in his head multiple times, but it would always end up the same. He knew you would be like this — staring at him, seeing him for what he truly is..

From the first time he saw you, he knew, he wouldn’t be able to just let you go. Something about you was so different — different from the people haunting him. You can understand — you will. His human side, almost forgotten, awoken by the first sight of you. He didn’t know how to act and what to do, only acting on what his heart was telling him and he never intended to hurt you nor scare you. However now, the look on your face, so distant, almost like you aren’t here with him at all, probably fighting your own inner battle, makes his chest tighten. The sigh that leaves him makes you look at him again, eyes glistening in the cursed light of the moon. “I couldn’t…I couldn’t come to you, because of the moon.” The response makes your face soften, gaze just lightly glancing up in the sky. “It ties me together, it controls my human and animal nature. Only at night I can roam freely like this and if I did come to you at day, I would only grow weaker. If a give up on the moon in change of the sun, I will no longer be myself…” Your frown is deep on your features, but he can see your tense shoulders slightly slumping, body softening at his quiet tone. “I never imagined myself being like everybody else — I despise it–“ His voice turns bitter, as the memories of the people searching for him find him and you do not need an explanation to it — you understand. “From the moment I first saw you…you. You made me feel more than animal and for once I long for walking in the sun again…”

Those words — so softly spoken, so lovingly…Do you really make him feel like this? Did just your presence make him want to change his nature? Just because of you? Every time you felt him, the memories of his presence at night makes you realize that maybe he truly wasn’t trying to make you feel scared. He wanted you…to feel safe, he wanted to be there with you, he just didn’t know how. He did those things to make you feel aware of him to make you notice him like he did to you. “Those things–“ Gifts. “What did they mean?” You ask him, but you already know, you already understand.

“Did you like them?” The sudden sweet tone, mixed with what seems like innocent excitement, confuses you a little, but your expression doesn’t stop him for continuing. “Sorry, my courting skill are not that good–“

“Courting?” The meaning of this word is foreign on your tongue and you are completely speechless at this confession. You knew that it had to mean something — even your friends thought this was it, but actually hearing it being confirmed is another thing. “You call that courting…I was — I am…you are not-“

Your stumbling over your words leads him to come closer to you and for the first time you don’t pull away. “Y/N.” Your lips fall apart at the sound of your name, surprised by him knowing it, but you should have known better. Your stuttering is silenced, when he is suddenly right infront of you, till you can feel is warm breath mixing with yours.

“What do you want?” You whisper in the air between you two and you can’t stop yourself from not becoming breathless at his presence. You naturally corner at the close proximity, knees buckling under you as he leans over your body.

He tilts his head at that question and he wonders why to use this type of words, when it is so obvious. “What do I want?” He repeats, looking down at you. You can’t look away from his eyes, lost in his irises and dilated pupils. Was it really that hard for you to find somebody that would take care of you? He will give it to you. His fingers touch your cheek, stained with your tears and you gasp at the unexpected contact. “Don’t be scared of me, I am real…”

“That’s the thing that scares me…” His fingers trail over the traces your tears have left and you feel the warmth of his skin radiating, just from his finger tips. The cold you feel screams for his warmth, that is what you would like to tell yourself, when your eyes flutter closed. You can’t remember the time you felt like this, did you ever? Something about him is just so soothing, melting on your tongue and your heart skips a beat, when he places his palm on the side of your face. “What is your name?” You wonder out loud, eyes opening and unmoving from his.

“Changbin.”

There is subtle smile on his pink lips from the way you let him touch you and he has to fight back his own shiver of pleasure. “How long have you been here?” You ask more. Maybe because you can feel where this is leading. Were you trying to prevent it? No…you are too smitten by his nature.

“Long time, not particularly staying at one place, till you got here…” You silently gasp, when his thumb catches over your cupid’s bow. You don’t know what is happening to you right now. You are turning into nothing, but a puddle by just few small, little, sweet words and actions — however it is real, all of it. You don’t even know him, but he does know you enough it seems. The attraction you feel for him should be normal, but not the way you so openly let him touch you like this. He really is a magical creature. “You were like a breath of fresh air. I could feel your kindness, I could see how much fight and passion you hold…I apologize for scaring you, I just — I was scared just like you…”

You already know, you already understood, but it doesn’t make you not want to hear him say it. “Why?” You breath out, your small word being traced with his finger.

“Because I–“ He leans just a little closer, stopping himself from, what he wanted the most. His other hand falls next to your head, caging you in and galloping you with his body. “I wanted you to see me, not like that but like this…”

“Why?”

Your question is not answered from his lips. His hand leaves you only to trail over your cold arm, goosebumps only defining from his touch. Changbin hand wraps around your wrist, not too tight, like he wanted you to know that you could stop him any time, but to his delight you don’t. You let him take your hand, placing it over his chest, pushing hard enough for you to feel his racing heart. “Because of this…” Your hand trembles under his, melting at his words and you just can’t help it, but feel him. Never once in your life you had someone talking to you like this. You shouldn’t — he watched you, stalked you, but his sincere voice, made you believe that what he is saying is coming from the heart.

His hand leaves yours, but you don’t move it away. He places his both hands on either side of your face, making you glance back into his eyes. “You are so beautiful.” He whispers so sweetly, closing your eyes for a split moment, completely missing how his eyes turned dark.

“Changbin…” You whispered his name for the first time, mind fuzzy from him alone.

The darkness of his gaze sends shivers down your spine — so predatory, it only makes you remember who and what is holding you. “You didn’t throw away a single thing I gave you.” He states it more than questions it and the look he gives you next…you can’t quite place it. “I know you feel it too.” You are so ashamed that you do.

Your mouth opens in response, when he leans closer to you, till you can feel your lips grazing over his, your every word bouncing off his skin. “This is too much for me.” Your body tells you both otherwise.

“Then let me handle it…” Changbin mumbles over your lips. He wets his with his tongue, the smooth muscle touching your lips so quickly you gasp in shock. “Stop me if you don’t want it…” ‘You want it’, screams a voice in your head.

You don’t say anything back, any response silenced by yourself and his lips pressing to yours. It is softer than you expected, just subtle innocent kiss, till it quickly turns into something, filled with border line hunger. His tongue swipes over your lips, your gasp only letting him in, making you silently whimper into his mouth. The grip on your hips isn’t missed, so hard, that you almost jump at the sensation. He squishes your skin between his fingers, making the material of your dress bunch up. You can’t seem to keep up with his pace, he kissed you with so much passion and want that was held back for way too long. You are now meer puppet in his greedy hands.

Your hands come to his shoulders, squeezing at the hard muscle. His teeth wrap around your bottom lip, softly tugging at it, till it’s red and puffy. “You taste better than I imagined.” Your mind is empty, letting him trail his kisses to your cheek, your jaw, before they go lower to your neck. He is making you feel like a completely different person. You would have thought that you can fight your own desire and needs just fine, but the heat rising between your thighs says otherwise.

Your lips still tingle, tasting your mixed spit and you have to wonder if he isn’t an enchanter instead. His lips wrap around the thin skin of your neck, sucking so harshly you can’t do anything, but to take it. Teeth pricking on you next, saliva dripping from his mouth like an hungry animal tasting your flesh. “Changbin–“ It is so quiet you don’t even hear it yourself, it is like his name is the only thing you have ever known. Just like he wanted…

He releases your skin with a pop, hair framing his dark hooded eyes that pierce through yours. “Yes?” He is breathing hard, chest rising heavily.

“Don’t stop.”

Something comes over him at your words of consent, making him grab at your waist, before you are being lifted off your feet, with such an ease it leaves you gasping for air. Your feet dangle in the air for a moment, before he lowers you to the forest’s ground. Changbin’s hand gripped at your thigh, pressing into his, till he unexpectedly slides his leg between your open ones. The move makes your shake, back arching a little at the sensation of the coldness under you. It doesn’t even make you shiver, because he presses his chest to yours, till your breaths turn into one.

He kisses you again, full with teeth and tongue, huffing through his nose, when he gets the first whiff of your arousal. His hands roam freely and boldly over you — your legs, pushing your dress up, making it pool to your hips, your soft stomach, your chest, fingers caging in your erected nipples. You moan softly, your sound being swallowed hungrily by his mouth as he rolls your buds between his fingers. It sends electricity through you, legs closing, hips shifting, till you can feel his thigh pressing into your center.

Changbin pulls away from you at that, watching you closely, before he manhandles you to his liking. Your legs untangle themselves from his, him holding them tightly in his grasp, before he pulls you closer to him. Your bottom half lifts a little from his sheer strength, gasping when your dripping cunt meets his covered cock. “Feel that?” Leaning back over you, he moves his hips against yours and your mouth hangs open at the feeling of him against you. You feel so dirty, laying down here in the forest with a man who just moments ago revealed his true nature. With his arms on either side of your head, he is in a good enough of distance away from you to see the expression on your face, cock twitching at the sweet frown on your pretty face. “This is what you do to me…look at me–“ You don’t hear him. Mouth opened in small sounds of pleasure, completely fucked out just from the small, delicious rolls of his hips. You hear him hissing a little, when your leg drew to wrap itself around his waist, before there is a hand on your jaw. “I want you to look at me.” The hard pull at your head makes you look up at him finally, eyes glistening at the possessive look in his eyes. “There — so pretty, pretty only for me.”

You moan softly, already drunk. Changbin traces his hand over your exposed thigh, eyes leaving yours to your barely covered pussy and he can’t help it, but breathe your scent in from the sight. So fucking sweet — he is loosing his mind already from how you are letting him do these things to you. Your skin so soft, cold, replaced now by the heat coming from him. He watches you twitch against him, when his fingers touch the band of your underwear. “Want me here, huh?” He is cocky now, completely opposite to the sweet man minutes ago and it gives you a whiplash.

You only blink at him, eyes going to the amused smile on his lips. You can’t even think about how much his behavior changed, because he suddenly cups you into his hand. “F-fuck–“ You gasp in the silence of the night, hips jumping into his hand, mewling, when his index and ring finger press at you through your underwear. The material is already ruined, soaked through and melting into a perfect mold of your spasming cunt, while he slowly yet roughly trails his fingers through your covered folds.

“Fuck, you are already soaked, baby-“ Changbin watches your chest rise wildly with his every move, licking his lips at the feel of your slick coating him. You are a mess. You look at him through your eyelashes, whimpering at his every move. You feel hot all over, so needy, that you found yourself humping his hand. You have never seen yourself like this before, face flushing in small embarrassment, but that only makes his cock swell.

You feel him push your underwear to the side, the elastic springing lightly back and that makes him release a small sound of frustration. Your sound gets caught in your throat, when he tears the material, shredding it into pieces, before throwing it away like it this small piece of clothing was offending him. “Please!” You gasp, hands digging into the ground beneath you. You don’t recognize your voice even, but your behavior doesn’t seem to surprise him.

“Ah – so needy, already. I thought you wanted to take this slow–“

“I–I do, but…just touch me, please.” You whisper back, sitting up a little on your elbows to gaze at him, while he traces shapes on your inner thigh. “I want it-“

Changbin hums lowly, the sound vibrating in his chest, almost like a purr. “What do you want?” You bite at your lip, holding your tongue for a moment, but you can’t control your desire anymore.

“You.”

He takes a deep breath, eyes almost rolling back into his skull. The first dip into your wetness makes you both moan, fingers spreading your lips open to touch your most sensitive parts. Your mind keeps swirling, falling back, till your head meets the ground. “Yes, look at you…so so so pretty–“ Whimpering, his other hand comes to your lower tummy to stop you from moving. He doesn’t let you move, but your legs close a little, when he presses onto your clit.

“S-so pretty – ah!” You repeat lowly, completely delirious. You tremble a little, when he flicks your bud, teasing you into a mess that you already are. He doesn’t stay at one place too long — from swirling tight, slow circles on your pulsing clit, he moves away to spread his fingers over you, till the tips of his fingers touch your entrance.

Changbin doesn’t hold himself back too much, enjoying the way your face turns into desperation brought him way too much joy. Just moments ago you seemed so sure of yourself that you wouldn’t let him break you, but here you were whimpering by his every touch. He dips his middle finger just a little inside you, breathing through his nose at how your cunt already tries to suck him in. He wonders what you will look like, when he finally fucks you onto his cock, how he will mold you onto him, perfectly ruining you for any other. There will never be no other — he will make sure of that.

Just his finger prying at you is enough for you to feel a slight strech, humming in pleasure, when he finally sinks it into your heat. Your gummy walls squeeze him tight, eyebrows furrowing, when he immediately curls his single finger. He can see it on your face — how much more you want, even if your body is already shaking, just by a single finger, but now he has to think — who is he to not give you the pleasure you deserve? “Oh–“ His ring finger joins his middle one, not even giving you a second to breathe as he already curls them inside leaking pussy.

He moves his fingers slowly, tips of them trailing deeply over your upper walls. You can feel his covered cock pressing onto your thigh and you swear you can feel it twitch, with the sharp moan you give him next. “Come on, baby…give it to me…” You whole body trembles, upper back lifting of the ground, when you suddenly feel him touching the one part in you that makes you see stars. There is suddenly a smile on his face, watching your pretty eyes widened, lips parting in silent moan, when he presses harder over the one gummy spot. “There?” He rumbles lowly and you don’t even have to answer him giving the look of bliss on your face.

His fingers suddenly still, as he moves to lay back next to you. He still presses onto your spot however, other fingers on you like hooking onto you. His lips found your collarbone, laying a kiss on your skin, so sweet and so opposite to the way he suddenly starts to move his hand. “Oh, fuck!” You almost squeal at the unexpected move, breathing turning into series of gasp as he starts to finger your cunt, each pump of his fingers pushing harshly into your spot.

“That’s it–“ Changbin’s words of encouragement are mumbled into your skin, eyes on the sight of his digits disappearing into you. He scissors them, curls them — he does everything and that sends you hurling into your peak way too quick than you anticipated. Your fingers were never long enough to reach that delicious spot inside you perfectly, always too impatient to build up the orgasm you only wished of having. He does things to your body, it seems like he knows it better than you do, because you can already feel your juices coating your inner thighs. The nasty, borderline filthy noises coming from between your legs make you flustered, almost wanting to jump away from such pleasure, but he doesn’t let you. His grip is tight onto you, mouthing, nibbling at you with his teeth and you can’t do anything but succumb to him.

Your hands rest on his arms, fingers digging into his muscles that ripple under your touch. With him hovering over you like this, you can clearly see how much bigger he is compare to you — it was almost like he was becoming bigger and bigger. He huffs, growls into you, unoccupied hand traveling to your breast and squeezing instantly at the flesh. “I’m–“ You gasp out, hands fumbling furiously over him, shaking in his hold. Your nipple digs into his palm, him squeezing you so tight that the material separating you from feeling yourselves flesh to flesh, almost rips.

His head rolls back, eyes wildly staring at your cunt hungrily sucking his fingers in, before landing on yours. He can feel how your walls start to clench, his palm pressing down on your neglected clit. You can’t even look at him fully, eyes brimming with small tears and he nearly coos at you. His inner–self tears at the insides of his chest at the sight of you, already so fucked out just by this simple touch…Your tummy rumbles at his nonstoping pace, becoming quiet, mouth opening and closing as you feel the first sparks of your orgasm, till it is suddenly ripped away from you.

Gasping, you cry out, when he pulls his now slicked fingers away from you. Confusion and frustration fills you, legs immediately closing to relieve yourself of the ache. You almost want to cry, looking up at him with big eyes that only make him more amused. However there isn’t much amusement in his dark gaze, both of you watching yourselves closely, while he fully comes to settle between your legs. “I want you to come on my cock-“ You sharply inhale at those vile words, eyes falling onto his hands, while they fumble with his pants.

You are already out of your mind, just one thing left in your thoughts as you see him pull his clothes off. Cold air kisses your slick, making you momentarily shiver, lips coating with spit that pools inside your mouth. You didn’t accept the thing that comes next. You already felt it grazing over you, but that only gave you an idea on what he must be like — however, the sheer weight of it, springing free from his hiding makes you stop breathing. His cock, so thick and delicious with red, angry tip leaking pre cum makes you tightened around nothing. Your mouth opens in small shock, trailing your eyes down the length of if, till it falls to the base and when he just barely moves closer to you, it makes you realize that just maybe you won’t be able to take it.

Changbin set his cock over your lower half, his tip meeting your belly button and you stutter over the sight. “Too big–“ You say, eyes staring at his anatomy. His fingers would never be able to fully prepare you for his size and you feel nerves creeping up on you.

He click his tongue at your words, eyes not showing any concern, only desire. Pressing just a little harder down on his cock, he groans at the sight. “Gonna be all the way inside your tummy.” He grips at the base of his thick cock, the small pouch filled with his hot cum hot, tip leaking cum all over your skin already. “You can take it–“ You lightly whimper, breathing hard. “Gonna breed this little pussy of yours.” Your mouth opens even more in shock at that, biting down on your lower lip.

With big eyes you watch his face for a moment. “I can’t–“ Your voice is small, looking like a small lamb before a wolf — which he is.

He taunts you a little, shaking his head. “You can – look.” Your gaze falls down the length of your body again, before it watches how he moves his thick cock, while he lowers it enough till it meets your clit. You mewl, when he slaps it over you, wet sounds flowing around you in the darkness of the night. Your ruined orgasm still didn’t leave you, the simple slap making your back arch a little. Changbin only hums back, smearing himself in your wetness.

You taste blood on your tongue from how much you are bitting down on your lower lip, feeling every single inch of his massive cock. He fucks into his fist, tip hitting your clit each time. He wants you to say it — he wants you to give yourself to him more and more, until he is the only thing you can ever think of. You naturally want to move away from him, already knowing he will stretch you pass your limits, but you can’t stop the single word falling from your lips. “Please–“ You mumble, hand reaching to his shoulder. “Please, please–“

Fuck, you are really a thing to die for. His cock twitches by your needy tone, already to desperate himself not to push his cock to your entrance. His eyes caught the sight of his cum leaking into you, cunt clenching over his spillage and he just can’t wait any longer. His tip plops into you with no warning, the thickness making you sob out a little. “Fuck, so tight-“ You look absolutely wrecked already, chest covered in thin layer of sweat, lips nicely flushed and bitten. You look good enough to devour.

Just the tip of his cock sends sparks of delight through your body, frowning in pleasure. You try to breathe through it, feeling the slight sting in you, but your own body surprises by how much you begged for more. Your hips lift off the ground, only making him sink more into you and you just realize how much more you will have to take. Your move makes Changbin release a low, long sound that almost makes you cower. It rumbles inside his chest and you can’t even think about how much of a mistake that was to do, because right after that half of his cock slides into your warmth.

Your choked sound mixes with his, grabbing tightly at his big arms. “Don’t do that–“ He can feel his control over his body fading and just as much as he wants to fuck you, he would die on the spot if he would hurt you. Though that doesn’t seem likely, when you start to roll your hips into his. “So fucking needy–“ He is already almost at your cervix, sighing at how you can feel each of his vein pulsating against you.

“C-Changbin.” You say his name like a mantra and when you look at him then with big, glassy eyes, he cannot stop himself.

All the way to the brim, to the thick base holding his hot cum is suddenly inside you. You yelp — whiny sounds falling from your mouth. His whole cock stretches you so much, you can’t hold it anymore. Your whole body stills, legs locking around his. The small kiss of the soft hair at his pubic bone on your bundle of nerves sends you over the edge. Tears stream down your cheeks, shaking under him. His whole face changes then, eyes wide and staring at you in awe that almost would be sweet if it weren’t for the fact his cock is all the way in your tummy.

Your sudden orgasm is sharp, juices coating both of you and when it slowly fades you can’t even be embarrassed, because he starts to slide his cock from your warmth, till it fills you up again with a harsh smack! His hands travel to the front of your dress, not stopping the smooth moves of his hips, even when he rips the soft, flowy material. “Look at that–“ You babble, goosebumps appearing on the new uncovered skin of your tits. “So soft.” Changbin grabs a handful of you, before deciding to let your breast freely bounce in the air from his thrusts.

You can feel him all the way to your throat, never feeling unful as he picks up speed. “Too much–“ You are a whimpering mess under him, each sharp thrust only making you get a feel of the full pouch under his cock. The sounds that leave him are animalistic — so raw and loud. Leaning back over you it only makes him go deeper in you, making your legs push forward, till they rest over his lower back.

He doesn’t even let you be in your own world, he wants you to look at him — he wants you to see, who is doing this to you. “You are taking me so good, bunny–“ The nickname goes to your head a little more than it should and even in your state you realize how much he is getting off on the fact that your body is so small compare to his. You shiver harshly, when he suddenly swipes his hot tongue over your cheek, while his lips go to meet your ear. “Can you feel that?” His hand falls over your soft tummy, pressing down onto it, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. “Gonna bread this little pussy – gonna make you mine and only mine-“

His thighs meets the back of yours so loudly it echoes around you, the squelching of your cunt and both of your moans mixing into symphony of pleasure. You should be concerned by the possessiveness of his actions and words, but you are too drunk on him to even care. With each pump of his cock, each sharp thrust, he can feel his cock right under his hand, the cum at the base of his cock teasing your entrance. “W-what–“ Your hooded eyes snap open, when his hips come to roll against yours, slowly realizing what he wants to do — he wants you take all of him.

Your small noise, makes him pull his head away from your shoulder, shushing you softly. “It’s okay, baby — you can take it.” You shake your head a little, spit flowing down your cheek only to realize it wasn’t even yours. “Just a little more, you are doing so good to me–“ The thick base pushes into you more and more and you yelp a little at the small pain. Changbin kisses you softly then, smoothing down your hair, stopping his abuse at your poor, puffy cunt, only for him to grasp your legs, maneuvering them so they are on each of his shoulders.

That position makes it easier for him and less painful for you, but it still makes you whimper pathetically. “Please–“ You are pleading again. His knot is so big it makes you see spot before your very eyes, both of you stilling for a moment, when it finally plops into you.

You can’t breathe — your ears ringing and you are thankful for the soft kisses on your cheek to distract you. Your knees lock around his neck, turning your head to him in small disbelief. Changbin leans to kiss you deeply, mumbling small, sweet nothings to you, letting your body relax a little. The feeling is different to anything you have ever felt before — with your walls sucking him in, it seems like you are milking him dry. Only the feel of his already leaking cock sends you into brink of overstimulation. “You did so good–“ Your lip is again pulled by his teeth, letting his tongue roam freely inside your mouth, distracting you long enough, until you again feel your neediness come back to you.

The response of your body makes him move a little, humping into you only, so his knot doesn’t leave you. He hits something inside you, your clit burning a little, with his pubic bone sliding over yours. Cursing, you feel him sit back a little on his knees to roll his hips sharper into yours. He is mesmerized by you — your flushed, hot skin, teary, pleading eyes and soft tits jiggling with his every move. “Ohhh–“ Your eyes close, back arching a little, because you can’t move much, with his body lying on top of yours.

His slow, yet deep thrusts make you turn into jelly, body slumping, mouth opening and letting drool roll down the side of your face. His face turns into big grin, breathing heavily with you, feeling his cock jump with his each one of his thrust. He wants it to take — fuck, he wants to turn you into this mess every day. Your body relaxes so much that you don’t even make a sound, when he starts to slide his cock in and out of your stretched out hole, his thick base sinking into you, with so much ease now.

His head rolls back at the sensation, eyes looking up to the sky, reflecting the light of the moon. He can feel himself losing over his other self, his moves becoming more and more erratic that it makes you slide down the cold ground. Your gaze travels to the length of his neck, watching his throat bob, veins pushing against the thin skin. Your soft whimpers turn into whines, feeling the delicious sensation of your second peak. The sounds leaving you make him turn his gaze back to you and you fight the argue to gasp at the state of him. His once dark eyes are now yellow and bright, mouth open, small pointy teeth blinking teasingly at you, spit coating his lips and rolling all the way down his chin. “I’m close-“ You whisper, eyes wide and unblinking from his.

You are too pretty like this — too hard not to just sink his teeth into you. His own legs start to spasm, his rough, deep thrusts going out of rhythm, feeling the heat slowly filling his stomach. His lips are onto yours again and you barely call it a kiss as you both only gasp into each other’s mouths. “Yes–“ He picks up his speed, chasing both of your highs. “Come for me, pretty girl–“

It is such a delicious burn, such a nice pressure, when he unexpectedly sinks his teeth into your shoulder. It doesn’t hurt, it only sends sheer pleasure down your spine, the spot tingling with each swipe of his tongue on the sensitive skin, tasting small specks of your blood. Your nails scratch at his still covered back, while your cunt clenches hard around his cock. He can’t move from the way you squeeze him, the tightness sending him over the edge just as he pushes his knot back into you. Your orgasm hits you so hard, that you only see white for a moment, juices squirting out of you, coating you both. You feel him still, head falling to your shoulder, body weight pressing onto yours. You feel and hear him take in your natural scent, while he cums inside you. The fullness you feel is so much — his cock swells more and more, feeling every pump his cum coming out of his cock. The hot liquid fills you to the brim, a low growl coming from the deepest parts of his chest.

He doesn’t make a move to pull out, feeling his cum leak all the way to your tummy. It is so much that with his hand still pressing down on you, it leaks out of you, coating you both in sticky residue. Changbin watches your face of complete euphoria, the feeling of you milking him dry sending shivers down his spine. He waited so long — too long to have you like this and he is sure, he will never let you out of sight again. Not, when you take him so good, not when you have become such a precious little thing for him. It is just like he wanted — you under him, with him buried inside of you, full of his cum from his still hard cock, his knot still full and ready for you to take more. And with the way you accepted him already as he is — like the thing you were, you had no clue, what have gotten yourself into…he just can’t wait to have you again and again.

Every day and every night, till you will be his forever.

[valeisaslut]

i'm making a collide pinterest board based on collide cause i'm obsessed, and i'm doing sections for every album. do you have a name/aesthetic for readers debut album, or is that all up to us :3

AHHH THIS IS SO CUTE OMG first of all, i’m genuinely honored you’re making a collide board, i could sob. second — YES, i can totally give you the vibe i imagined for reader’s debut!!

COLLIDE POPSTAR!READER'S DEBUT ALBUM:

in the collide au, reader’s debut album is canonically called "diary of a disaster."

it’s the album that exploded after she won the voice — the one that took her from "talented winner of a singing competition" to "america’s sweetheart" and "pop princess."

she’s young, barely 19. she’s reckless. she’s in love, she’s pissed off, she’s messy, she’s magnetic. this debut feels like a diary someone ripped open and read under a disco ball — the confessions are too loud, too raw, but also too good to look away from.

its super 2000s inspired (and yep. people compared you to early britney spears all the time.) synths that sparkle and crackle like electricity, basslines that feel like heart palpitations, vocals (her baby voice aww) dripping with desperation and sugar all at once. it's pop music that knows it's pop music — but it's self-aware, slightly unhinged, a little dangerous.

lyrics like i love you. i hate you. i want you. i don’t need you. come back. don’t you dare come back. full of contradictions — and that’s the point. it’s the soundtrack of someone figuring out who they are while breaking their own heart a little along the way.

the lead singles (click to listen):

୨ৎ “make me like you”

୨ৎ“my attitude”

୨ৎ "deja vu"

୨ৎ "teenage dream"

this is before the reader we know now — before all the scandals, the grammy kisses, the tabloid chaos. this is when she was still trying to be "good," still wrapping barbed wire in pink bows. but even here, there’s something a little too wild in her smile. something that says i want everything, and i’ll burn for it if i have to.

people say now it’s one of the most chaotic and genuine debut albums of its generation. it’s still the blueprint for her career. diary of a disaster wasn't just an album—it was a warning. one nobody listened to.

(ellie has the original vinyl in her LA apartment. signed. stolen. not returned. she says your baby teenager voice is the cutest thing she has ever heard.)

is it TOO obvious i had this all planned and i was just waiting for someone to bring it up orrrr

ALSO PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE SEND THE PINTEREST BOARD WHEN YOU FINISH IT PLS PLS PLS I NEED ITTTTTTTTTTT

[aventurineswife]

In keeping with Amphoreus’s classical mythology vibes: can we get headcanons for Dan Heng, Phainon, and Castorice with a sorcerer/sorceress!Reader? Like, in general, Reader is a reasonable person, incredibly pleasant and hospitable, even — but if someone was dumb enough to seriously piss them off, Reader might just turn them into a guinea pig or a sprig of mint (like that one time some snobby researcher from the Garden of Life insulted them, and got turned into a dandelion for it). 💀

The Art of Restraint

Tags: Dan Heng x Reader, Castorice x Reader, Phainon x Reader, Sorcerer!Reader, Humor, Magic/Spellcasting, Fluff, Angst (light), Power Dynamics, Camaraderie, Lighthearted Revenge.

Warnings: Mild Violence (Transforming people into inanimate objects or plants, though it’s more comedic than harmful), Mild Dark Humor, Mentions of Death, Mild Mentions of Abuse/Insulting Behavior, Mild Language, Complex Power Dynamics.

Dan Heng is cautious by nature, and when he first meets you, he keeps a respectful distance. He’s heard stories of sorcerers and their power, and while he’s not afraid, he’s certainly wary. But after traveling with you for some time, he realizes you’re one of the most level-headed and kind people he’s ever met.

He admires your intellect and meticulous approach to magic. You remind him of a scholar more than a mystic—studious, analytical, and measured. He often listens in quiet fascination when you talk about the ancient laws of sorcery, the flow of energies, or the myths behind different spells.

He once made an offhand comment about disliking mint tea, and you, ever the playful one, asked if he had some deep-seated trauma involving an unfortunate sorcerer’s wrath. He raised an eyebrow but didn’t answer, which only made you more curious.

The first time he saw you turn someone into a plant, he nearly dropped his spear. Some overly arrogant researcher from the Garden of Life had been sneering at you, calling your magic "a parlor trick compared to true botanical science." With a serene smile, you flicked your fingers—and poof, he was a dandelion.

Dan Heng sighed. "Was that really necessary?" he asked, though there was no real judgment in his tone.

"He’ll turn back in a few hours," you assured him. "And maybe he’ll be a little more polite next time."

Over time, Dan Heng grows to trust you deeply. He appreciates your sense of justice—you never use your powers recklessly, only when absolutely necessary (or when someone’s behavior is so insufferable that even he considers it justified).

If you ever tease him about turning him into a dragon/reptile so he can match his past self, he just gives you a flat look. You swear you see the corner of his mouth twitch.

He’s not much for words, but he does find subtle ways to express his affection—bringing you rare books on ancient magical traditions, making sure you have the finest quality ink and parchment for your spellwork, and standing silently by your side whenever you need backup.

If he ever did get truly angry at someone for harming you, he wouldn’t hesitate to strike. But he’s also completely at peace knowing that, if it came down to it, you could handle things yourself… possibly by turning the threat into a rather unfortunate beetle.

Phainon is delighted to meet you. He has nothing but admiration for sorcerers and scholars, and he finds your magic incredibly cool.

"Oh, you’re a sorcerer? That’s amazing! I’ve read about the ancient schools of magic from Aedes Elysiae, but I’ve never actually worked alongside one before!" He asks about your magic constantly, eager to learn about everything from incantations to alchemical concoctions.

Unlike others who might be wary of your abilities, Phainon has no fear whatsoever. If anything, he enjoys watching you cast spells. He thinks magic is an art, and you are its finest artist.

The first time he sees you turn someone into a plant, he bursts into laughter. Some arrogant noble had insulted you, sneering about "uncivilized sorcery" while flaunting their wealth. You smiled, whispered an incantation, and in an instant—poof. A rather unimpressive sprig of thyme now occupied the noble’s seat.

"You turned them into a herb?" Phainon wheezed. "That’s incredible. Oh, please tell me this is reversible."

"Of course," you chuckled. "Eventually."

Phainon has an endless sense of humor about your power. If someone annoys him, he’ll dramatically throw himself at your feet and beg, "Please, my dearest sorcerer, make them a turnip. I implore you."

You have to remind him that, no, you’re not going to hex every person who mildly inconveniences him.

That said, when things get serious, Phainon deeply respects your power. He knows that magic like yours isn’t just about showmanship—it’s about wisdom, responsibility, and the will to protect. If you ever lose control or doubt yourself, he’s there to remind you of your strength and purpose.

If he ever sees someone trying to intimidate or harm you, his usual cheerful demeanor vanishes. He stands at your side, hand on his claymore, exuding an unshakable confidence that tells your enemies they’re severely outmatched.

He likes to joke that if you ever got tired of vanquishing Titans, you could make a fortune turning criminals into decorative houseplants. "Imagine it: ‘Sorcerer’s Justice—Transformations While You Wait!’ It’d be a hit."

You roll your eyes, but you can’t help but laugh.

Castorice is fascinated by you. As someone who communes with death and the divine, she sees sorcery as a sibling discipline to her own craft. Magic, after all, is just another means of understanding the mysteries of the world.

She appreciates your sense of reason and restraint—after all, power must be wielded wisely. When she sees how pleasant and diplomatic you are, she feels a kinship with you; like her, you possess strength but do not flaunt it.

The first time she witnesses you turn someone into a dandelion, she simply hums in approval. "A fitting fate," she murmurs. "There are worse things than being scattered by the wind."

Unlike Phainon, who finds your transformations hilarious, Castorice finds them poetic. She even starts a collection of pressed flowers and leaves from the unfortunate souls who cross you. ("This one was particularly rude," she muses, tucking a preserved violet into her journal.)

Despite her quiet, ethereal nature, she enjoys your company. The two of you often spend time in silence, working side by side—she preparing rites and funerary charms, you transcribing spells and crafting new incantations.

You’re one of the few people who can read her moods easily. While others find her difficult to read, you notice the subtle shifts in her aura, the tiny hesitations in her voice.

She’s endlessly intrigued by your magic. "The gods gifted you with power," she says one evening, her lavender eyes watching you closely. "Do you ever wonder what price they will demand in return?"

If anyone threatens you, Castorice is merciless. Not in the way Phainon or Dan Heng would be—she doesn’t shout or draw her weapon. Instead, she steps forward with the eerie grace of a specter, her scythe glinting under the moonlight. "You should leave," she whispers, voice like a funeral prayer. "Before they decide what to do with you."

She never asks you to use your powers for petty revenge, but if she ever sees you hesitate to defend yourself, she will remind you in no uncertain terms: "Your power is not a crime. Do not let the unworthy make you feel otherwise."

Over time, the two of you develop a quiet but profound bond—two people standing between the mortal and the divine, wielding power with wisdom, bound by an unspoken understanding.

[arting-block]

this. im sick and tired of this narrative that wearing sunscreen means that you don't want to age or have wrinkles. does sunscreen prevent premature wrinkles and sun spots? yes, if you buy broad spectrum/PA++++ sunscreen that can block UVA and UVB rays. but sunscreen is one of the main ways to prevent skin cancer. no matter the melanin present in your skin, you are always at risk of skin cancer**. anytime you tan and especially if you suffer a large burn, it's a permanent damage. it builds up over time and before you know it one of your moles looks a bit bigger, lumpy, and uneven.

**if you have melanin rich skin, check the palms/soles of your hands and feet where you have lighter skin. these are common places to get melanoma. please go to a dermatologist that specializes in melaninated skin because too often melanoma can get misdiagnosed as hyperpigmentation or other non-cancerous skin conditions.

Melanoma Warning Signs (article about melanoma from the Skin Cancer Foundation):

is your mole uneven, misshaped, or doesn't look like your other moles? ex. one of my moles on my foot is really dark compared to my other moles which are a light brown.

is the mole asymmetrical?

is the border of the mole faded, scalloped, or splotchy. non-cancerous moles have even, distinct borders.

does your mole have more than one color? if so, does it have red, white, or purplish-blue colors?

is your mole larger than a pencil eraser (~6mm or 1/4in in diameter)?

is your mole changing in size?

does the mole itch, burn, or bleed?

some not so fun facts about skin cancer (another article by the Skin Cancer Foundation):

early prevention is key. 5 year survival rate is 99% if you catch your melanoma early enough. however the chances drop to 74% if your melanoma reaches your lymph nodes and 35% if it reaches your other organs.

5+ sunburns doubles your chances of getting melanoma

~2 people die from skin cancer every hour

regular use of SPF 15 and above reduces the risk of melanoma by 50%

indoor tanning beds can emit 10-15x the amount of UV than the sun emits at its peak intensity

of course, this doesn't mean avoid the sun at all costs. it's fine to stand outside in the sun for a few minutes without sunscreen just to get vitamin D. but don't wait until you start to burn to put on sunscreen. if you're outside for more than 2 hours, reapply your sunscreen.

be pro-aging but wear sun screen. sun protection is not beauty industry propaganda it will save you. wear it. or else.

[nugwon]

bf!jungwon x fem!reader getting hot and steamy in the sauna… and they both have a thing for thigh riding I AM CRAAAAZY

💌 imagine him all sweaty and wet—just good god… this is tewwww good.

the moment you’d step into the sauna—the heat would hit you in dense waves. almost suffocating, it kinda just suck into your skin. the sweat beats start to form on your skin in almost an instant, and to set the tone. the dim amber lights with the natural hum of the heater. “oh hello,” you said as you saw him, your friend from the 3rd floor. who you’d originally met at the gym one day.

jungwon.

he’s sat in a corner, head leaning back with his towel sitting loosely on his waist. strong arms relaxing on his side he peaked his eye open, “hey,” a weak smile formed on his lips—the way his eyes sat low on his face and, hair wet from the sweat that formed in it. he’d been in here for a while, this is one place he always came to clear his mind—and he sat there unbothered that a woman just came inside.

however, the flicker of something else, tension in a way—it had gotten hotter and it had nothing to do with the heater. you moved slowly, sitting down on the bench beside him, closer than expected… your thighs touched and that caught jungwon’s attention. he briefly looked, the tingles shooting up your skin once he does.

“wow it’s hot in here,” you said, fanning yourself. you’d only been in her for four minutes compared to jungwon being in here for forty. your hand rubbed your collarbone, pressing down on your skin to feel the tense pain slowly start to release. “you sure it’s just the room?” jungwon said, voice lower and quiet—heavy with intent.

you and jungwon have had plenty of conversations. in the gym… in his kitchen, and his bedroom. but you never made it a routine—just casual. when either of you asked for it. but you knew what time he was on, and you loved teasing him for it. “that’s a question i should be asking you.” you smiled, brushing you thigh against his slightly.

“careful,” he smirks, “might start something you can’t finish.” you looked at him, innocently. waiting for his eyes to meet yours before you looked away.. no way he can get you going that easy.. right? his finger tapped the wood, debating if he should touch you or remain in place—when his shifts, his towel does too. now sitting lower on his waist.

“who knows, maybe i’m trying to start something.” you lean in, lips brushing near his ear, your breath hot against his flushed skin. “what are you doing?” he hummed, finally looking at you with his full attention. “just getting comfortable.”

his jaw clenches. his hands are still hovering—so close, yet not on you. he’s trying to hold it together, trying not to react, but you can feel the way his breathing changes. deeper. rougher. his eyes flick down to where your towel has loosened, where your skin touches his. he’s watching your every movement like he’s memorizing it.

he watches as your body shifts closer, you’d been meaning to call and ask for a night of his to spare—or a hangout after the gym. never knew the right words, not until you were in front of him. he watches. feels. and lets you stay right there—tempting, teasing, just on the edge of too much.

“it’s hard not to take you down… right now..”

and it was jungwon was holding back—as the two of you were in public and he’d never done it outside of the bedroom of his solo apartment. but you clogged his mind, looking at him seductively—“wonie,” you whispered, a smile forming on your face as you brought his attention back to you. your hand brushes against his chin, it’s like you were a ghost trying to suck his soul out—he was so into you. “don’t you wanna help me feel good?”

[namelessgakusei]

EP. 2.1 Lead us not into temptation

Devil May Cry x Reader Insert

Warnings: It's DMC. Based on the New Netflix Series. Spoiler warnings for the actual show. Not proofread. It's hard to find gifs so have a pic instead.

EP. 1.2 COMBUSTION (prev.)

EP. 2.2 And deliver us from evil (cont.)

Synopsis: Mercenaries are hired, and a bounty was put over your heads. Enzo still insists on being your Dad despite it being untrue.

"My God. It's worse that I imagined."

Inside a certain conference room in DARKCOM HQ gathered various kinds of mercenaries, from rugged and scarred to spotless newbies, all waiting for orders about their target. On the other side of the room stood the five members of the DARKCOM Elite Ops, watching guard as they practically sneered at the group of people in front of them.

"An entire horde of—"

"Monsters." A fight broke out between the mercenaries, making one of the Ops members sigh, commenting if this is really the species they are trying to save. Thankfully, the appearance of the Vice President shut the commotion down, leaving the mercs gaping as to why an important person in power is standing in front of them. But as the room dimmed, Baines disregarded their shock, opting to go straight to the point and reveal the primary objective.

A red shard serving as a pendant.

"It is an item of critical importance to our national security." All the mercenaries fell back to their chairs, focused on the briefing of their mission. "However, seeing as this item officially does not exist, we need it retrieved off the books." Baines' expression hardened. After providing the amulet's location, he too revealed the current owner, showing the estimation of his abilities. "He's a man the US government considers a top-level threat."

"He is extremely volatile and prodigiously gifted in combat. Engage him only with the full brunt of your firepower."

Baines' eyeglasses reflected the light from the dim room, and after a pause, raised his head up, showing his grim expression. "His name is Dante."

The sight of Dante's grin all over the screen made the mercenaries guffaw at his ridiculous portraits, clearly underestimating him, saying that this much number of hired men is an overkill. However, a burly man that sat at the farthest corner of the room spoke up, his body littered with metal prosthetics as he looked at his comrades in pity. "Laugh while you can... You won't be much longer."

"I met Dante once. Worked with him on a protection job." This mercenary recounted the events of his previous jobs, confirming that Dante indeed is on a whole another level from the usual men for hire, and that if it wasn't for Dante, he would've been long dead. "And you'll all be dead soon enough if you go after him. No... You won't even be able to take a step within a hundred foot radius if you have the intent to harm him, not when he has that monster with him at all times."

The Vice President's eyes narrowed, and another set of pictures appeared on the screen behind him, showing another hunter that's comparatively calmer in their photos.

You.

"You meant (Y/N)." The sound of your name made the mercenary wince, the memory of your meeting still fresh in his mind. That uncanny smile of yours that did nothing but unsettle seasoned men like him, those that are all too familiar about the underworld, whenever you look their way. You fight well, like you've mapped out every single possibility that could happen, and it creeps him out. You're too prepared.

He still remembers how your eyes bore to him, scrutinizing his worth in mere seconds, like he's nothing but an item for you to appraise. It's like you know too much but chose to keep quiet, waiting for the right time to use your cards, a bona fide information broker within the world of Devil Hunters. "I'm not risking my life by hunting the two crazy bastards." He grunts as he stands up, a look of resignation on his face as he meet eyes with Baines. "Ain't no amount of money you could offer that'd be worth—"

"Five hundred thousand." That much made the mercenary stop himself from opening the door. "The bounty is 500,000 for whoever brings in Dante with the amulet." Baines' expression is unreadable, the light from the screen casting shadows on his face. "An additional 250,000 you also bring in (Y/N)." He fixes his glasses as he continues to negotiate, already knowing how to piqued in their interests. "And a bonus if they're both alive for questioning."

That enough made everyone grin and behave, even the mercenary from earlier became enthusiastic at the amount.

"We will be deploying a civilian asset to keep them distracted as you move in." The screen changes from your face to Enzo's. But the elephant in the room wasn't about the bounty on your heads, it's about the presence of DARKCOM's operatives at the side of the room, barely moving nor reacting to anything. One of the hired men even questioned their use if they'll be doing the all work anyways, having the gall to ridicule them as the rest laughed. The lone hooded soldier narrows her eyes at one of the mercenaries, before breaking into a knowing smile.

"These soldiers will be in the field, overseeing the operation. You'll deliver the package to them." Baines explained while running his eyes around the room, giving one last look at the number of cannon fodder for this mission. "The contract opens as of midnight tonight."

"That's all." The light returned to the room and one by one, the mercenaries stood up to leave. There was shuffling just outside the door, leaving many irritated grunts and huffs from the passing men, the source is the overly eager soldier wearing a DARKCOM Special Ops uniform. It's Anders, having fully recovered from his previous injuries and is now the newest member of the unit despite their Lieutenant's skepticism. He brought along with him the asset that shall be used to aid the extraction mission, a noisy Enzo, who complains about not getting a decent food during his stay.

The broker immediately shut up when he saw the people inside the room he was ushered in, laughing nervously while asking for a clarification about what he should be doing later tonight.

The air was tense around the building that night. Inside your shared apartment was the unnerving stillness, devoid of the sound of the TV or Dante's arrogant claims that has something to do with pizza and arcade while you lounge on the couch, unimpressed. It was too dark and quiet, a sight that only happened whenever the two of you are away on long term missions, usually in another city or so. But Enzo knows that he didn't give you anything after the set-up job, so it's a surprise for him when he opens the door, only to be met with nothing.

"(Y/N)? Dante? You here?" Nothing. The weight of the briefcase felt foreign to him, even if it just houses the usual monetary reward for the job. "(Y/N)...! It's your Pa! I've go—" A gun was shoved to his temple, with an annoyed voice breaking the otherwise stillness. "You are not my Dad."

You sneered at him with faux-disgust as he stumbled backwards in surprise, chuckling nervously while trying to keep you calm, only for another barrel to hit the back of his head as Dante smirks at Enzo's predicament. "Y-you are here! Thank God!" Your "Pa" sputters while raising his hands in surrender, saying that it's a relief since he thought he missed you. But your obvious suspicion remains on your face, before lowering your gun and sighing, Dante didn't, however.

"Hey, Enzo. How've you been?" His sing-song tone betrays his own doubts about the broker's sudden appearance, one that didn't got missed by the latter as he spun towards the young man and tried to get him to lower his weapon with humor.

Dante didn't.

"Wish I could help you out there." Your calm stance greatly contrasts the uneasy atmosphere. Seated on the couch with your legs crossed and an arm lazily draped over the back, you smiled brightly at your mentor. "But see, I've heard something funny from the walls. About his last job."

"Our last job." Dante corrects you without looking, leaning closer to Enzo as he keeps the gun on the man.

"Of course." You chuckled lightly, instead of the usual smugness known to only by close confidants, before returning your gaze to Enzo. "It turned out to be a setup so a shapeshifting demon baby could try to steal my necklace." Dante finished your words, closing in and jamming the barrel of his gun to the older man's neck. The broker turned to you for help but all he saw was your knowing, closed-eyed, smile. "It's the most curious thing, isn't it? You know how possessive he gets with that pendant."

Enzo laughs nervously, finally confessing that he might have set Dante up. But that it wasn't really his fault, no! He's just a middleman, a nobody, he swears! "It was the guy who gave me the job! The White Rabbit!"

The White what? Your face scrunched in confusion as you cocked your head to the side. "Like Alice's?" There are demons with animal-like creatures, but most of them opted to learn to try to pass off as human, so for Enzo to use the word the, it means that this isn't some common demon. Your question made him nod furiously. "He's the one who set the whole thing up!"

"See, he comes into my office, talking all smooth, a-and I'm mesmerized!" Of course, you sighed in exasperation. With how sweating your adoptive father is, you're fairly certain that he's telling the truth. "So you're saying you only sent me into a trap because a demon that looks like a giant rabbit tricked you into doing it?" Dante emphasizes by pushing the gun to Enzo's mouth, despite the broker practically begging the two of you to believe him.

"Dante." You sighed and stood from your seat, going over to them with a disappointed look for Enzo. In response to your words, Dante's previously furrowed brows relaxed as he pulled his gun away and stands up. "All right, that checks out."

"What are you doing here?"

The older man nearly sagged to the floor in relief, before pushing the briefcase to the table, saying that it's the second half of the fee for the setup job. "Just 'cause the job was fake don't mean you don't get paid, right?" Enzo shrugged and beamed at the sight of the wads or cash inside the briefcase after he opened it, caressing the money with such gentleness. "Pure, uncut, American green. And all you have to do was fight a baby for it." He beams at the scowling Dante.

"And my brother." Dante's jaw squared as he frowned. "The shapeshifter showed up again later disguised as him." Meanwhile, you inspected the money the moment Enzo got distracted, closing the lid upon confirming the legitimacy before noticing something off. "Nothing like how he'd actually look now, but still, it was a good effort." There was a blinking device at the bottom of the suitcase. A transmitter or a tracker, you don't know, but you went over to the window to throw it away, catching glimpses of people moving around the rooftops. Typical. And as expected.

Enzo tried comforting Dante by reaching out for his arm but the younger man pulled away. "I keep telling you. What's my only rule?" He looked at the broker with annoyance as he rummaged behind his desk. You walked back to the couch while stretching, donning your coat and grabbing your own briefcase, equipped with weapons you made on your own. "I'll take any job that pays, especially if it involves killing demons. Just long as I can do it with (Y/N), and not care about anything else." Enzo heard it too many times that he parroted it back. "I know, I know. But I have you the job, not them." Dante lifted his head from the table with a deadpan, making the other shrug and drop the argument. "So you and me, we're all good now, yeah?"

"You know I look at you two as my own children." Enzo turned around to beam at you, faltering upon seeing you drawing the curtains close. "Not my dad." You replied with a flat tone, making him slump his shoulders. "I would take a bullet for you two! ...Maybe not a bullet but a blade, like a little jab." He nods and turns back to Dante with such... conviction. "Point is, I would never set you up like that on purpose."

"So there aren't multiple teams of mercenaries outside, closing in around us right now?" You cocked your gun and raised a brow to your adoptive father.

Dante grinned.

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[hms-no-fun]

idk. i was taught some of this stuff in school. i knew that unions fought against oppressive bosses to the point of being shot and killed by them, and that modern labor conditions were owed to the battles they fought. surely it was a watered down history, but that's still better than nothing. and yet, it took well into my late 20s before i really understand the purpose and power and relevance of unions in a modern context. knowing this history isn't the secret path to an enlightened proletariat when the history is being taught by (at best) liberal capitalists. i was taught about the civil rights struggle and saw footage of black protesters beaten and hounded by police and was told in no uncertain terms that they were in the right... but i was also taught this in the past tense. in the same way that the civil rights movement of the 50s and 60s is framed in public education as having "solved" racism, the labor movement of the 20s and 30s is often framed as having "solved" labor exploitation.

we haven't allowed our rights to deteriorate because we're ignorant of the past, but because we're taught that the past is over. we live in the end of history. many great oppressed masses of the past fought bravely for the rights that we today get to conflictlessly enjoy at our leisure. the struggle people face in really understanding how bad labor protections and civil rights have gotten comes, i think, from a general belief that we already won those fights already. surely these amazon workers and black transgenders are whining just to whine, don't they know how good they have it today compared to how much worse it was in the [decade when i wasn't alive that's about as personally relatable to me as medieval europe]? one of the scary things about knowledge production is that you can be taught quite a lot of true things and still be made to believe, heart and soul, in a false reality. and in a place like the USA where so many fundamental aspects of our day-to-day lives have been crumbling for years, that imagined post-conflict reality is the only thing they feel they have to hold on to. (which to be clear is something i think everyone needs to get the fuck over asap. i have sympathy for how hard it is to get over as someone who's gone through the process, but that sympathy stops the instant someone acts like doing the work is even remotely more than the bare fucking minimum)

in short, knowing the history doesn't matter if you believe you don't live in history.

[flamingpudding]

Oh yes new crack au the Nightingales I think that's spelled right.

Are a big family with a lot of people in it we're all related by chance they all have a family reunion though in the infinite realms imagine Batman Surprise when you get the invitation in the mail to invite him in the Justice League to the Nightingale family reunion

Turns out that Klarion and Martha Night (what her name used to be before she married Thomas Wayne) share the same deadbeat mother the same one he slept with Klarion's Mom and the same one who had Martha Night with Martha's dad

Just a dumb crack idea of Morpher and Clarion being half siblings and Bruce having to deal with that and many other cookies are like half cousins removed are like aunties and uncles that don't visit a lot because of family drama

Just imagine a big old family reunion hosted by Danny but family games everyone bringing something to eat weirdly planning plans to murder their enemies sometimes but help from younger relatives that understand things more

Teaching your family how to use is technology that they had no idea existed cuz they were born no technology zone

Goofy thing Martha and Klarion Bleak literally being comparative half siblings who win every minigame during the family reunion over here styling out children and jump rope just because they can

Love this idea. I modified the Half siblings origin in for my bit a little to something that felt would make it a little funnier. Also Thanks so much. Your ask came at the right time with my vacation and rekindled my passion for writing. I got a lot of stuff to catch up this vacation!

I was playing with the thought of adding this to my ghost king is my uncle AU but decided against it. This family constellation created for this Family Reunion AU feels better suited for it and funnier in a way.

Either way, i think I drifted of a bit into the crackish space and maybe also went a little ooc at some points... but please enjoy.

[Also an edited and probably a bit more flashed out version might get uploaded to AO3 at some point...]

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A Nightingale Family Reunion

Bruce blinked and stared at the glowing floating eyeball before him. That thing had appeared in the middle of a meeting with the Justice League, directly in front of him. A waspy green tail curled around a envelop, decorated with a small ghost and addressed to his a name. His actual name. Not "Batman" but "Bruce Wayne".

Now it was lucky that identity reveals had already happened with all the core members that were in this meeting. Yet it was still unnerving that someone sent him this creature, directly to him while he was with the Justice League as Batman.

It took him a moment to realize that he wasn't the only one that had a floating eyeball before him. It took only one glance to the side to see that Wonder Woman, aka Diana also had one floating before her. Though compared to him she appeared to have expected it. Thanking that creature for the delivery of an 'Invitation'.

Bruce's eyes flitted back to the eyeball before him. It stared back at him, unblinking, of course not something it could do without eyelids. Unlike Diana he had not yet reached out to grasp that envelope from the creatio. Rather contemplating what could happen if he took it and what all could result from that action.

Deep in his thoughts he did not notice how Diana approached head shaking with a smile. "I didn't realize you were part of the Family. You shouldn't keep it waiting, The messengers have jobs to do."

She didn't hesitate taking the envelope from the eyeball for him, thanking the creation before pressing the envelope into his hand. He reluctantly accepted it, determined to question her later more about this as she appeared to know more than he did about this… phenomenon.

And he wasn't disappointed.

'Later' as he found out Diana explained to him how 'the family' had a get-together every 100 years. A family Reunion of sorts of the entire family in a place called the 'Infinite Realms'. Bruce had wanted to question her more on this but she only patted his shoulder, explaining that not all 'mortal' family members got to take part of this event during their 'live-time'. That some would even either be too young to even remember ever taking part in one until they died.

An unsettling statement. Especially when she implied that one could still take part even after death. It was very unsettling but for now Bruce accepted that explanation. He would still try to press on more questions. His children, who all apparently also got invitations delivered by that eyeball creature (including, even Alfred), weren't much better. While some took it in stride, others went into full on investigation mode. (He stopped counting how many days Tim forwent sleep to deep dive into information about the Infinite Realms.)

And then the day of the 'Family Reunion' came.

Diana had decided to accompany them into the Infinite Realms. Helping by being their guide, his stomach sunk as a green vortex opened before them, an eyeball with a bow tie floating before it, moving like it bowed to them. He worriedly had glanced at his second oldest son, hoping this was not going to be some kind of PTSD trigger, but Jason had appeared surprisingly fine.

So despite not feeling alright with it but encouraged by Diana, that this was harmless, they stepped through the portal.

On the other side they came face to face with a giant foyer, even bigger than the one his children knew from Wayne Manor. Bruce blinked as he stared, schooling his expression into his usual stoic one as he surveyed his surroundings. Several blue skinned or greenish…. people mingled with each other. Some having two legs, others something Bruce could help but describe as a ghost tail.

Then his usual stoic expression dropped as his eyes visible widened and he saw the Ghost of his mother arguing with the Witch Boy Klarion in the middle of the foyer, surrounded by others cheering them on as they apparently were holding some sort of competition and not arguing as he first thought. His children weren't fairing much better considering they knew what Martha Wayne looked like from Portrays.

Alfred appeared to be the least one faced as the older man shock his head fondly as if that wasn't an unfamiliar sight to him.

"DIANA!" A cheery voice shouted that ripped Bruce, as well as his children out of their shock as they saw a blur of black and white approach. Bruce hand instantly went to the hidden batarang in his pockets. But they could only blink as they watched the Amazonian Woman get engulfed in a bear hug that would put Dick's octopus-like hugs to shame.

"My Little Niece! So happy you made it! Oh and I see you decided to help Martha's little one to get here safely!" The white haired man grinned brightly. "I hope you're ready Dan really wants a rematch with you, you know?"

"Uncle Danny. Of course I would come, I would never miss this." Diana smiled, and Bruce decided then that this man likely wasn't hostile and let go of the batarang. Though he only relaxed slightly. "Besides I definitely didn't want to miss this one considering this is their first time."

Danny, as Bruce had noted the name, nodded sagely as he let go of Diana. "I know but it is so hard to organise a get-together with everyone. Every 100 years is the easiest to do this."

Bruce took note of that information also. His eyes darting back to his children that were now curiously watching the crowd, more interested as they judged the situation as not dangerous for the moment. But before Bruce could decided what to do, the white haired man Danny hugged him.

"So glad you could join! I was so eager to finally get to meet my grandbaby! I remember when Martha first showed you off to me! You were such a sweet little thing!" To say Bruce was shocked was an understatement. Dick and the rest of his kids started snickering when they saw how Bruce's face morphed from stoic to something akin to shell shocked for the bat.

As if on que a voice he hadn't heard in years called out "BRUCIE!" And a moment later the man was in a group hug, sandwiched between the man with white hair, claiming to be his maternal grandfather and the ghost of his mother.

"MARTHA! I WASN'T DONE WITH YOU YET!" Another familiar voice shouted. Less considered family but still shocking as Klarion marched over arms crossed as he the witch boy glared at Martha. "We are not done yet sister!"

"SISTER?!" The batkids shouted in chorus. Bruce was pretty sure this was the moment his brain blue screened.

Alfred on the other hand seemed rather amused. Though before Bruce could even give a semblance of a reaction to… just everything another very familiar but also strict voice shouted across the entire foyer.

"BRUCE THOMAS WAYNE!" The reaction was instant, as if it hadn't been years Bruce stood straighter, eyes darting to who shouted his full name. Wide eyed he saw the ghost of his father Thomas Wayne approaching…. with a Sandale in hand.

And while his brain was currently too overwhelmed to recognise the shock of first seeing his parents (even as ghosts), and also the chaos of whatever kind of family reunion this was. A in -trained reaction was the first thing that got his body in motion, as memories of his childhood flashed across his mind. Not even his own training could have prevented this kind of reaction.

The Bat-kids on the other hand watched stunned as there was only a second of Bruce seeing the Ghost of Thomas Wayne with a stern expression and a sandal in hand before the man they knew as Batman. Stoic, unmoving and unphased, emotionally constipated Batman. Hightailed it and ran, the expression of a child getting caught with their hand in the cookie jar plastered across the running man's face.

Klarion bursted out laughing, Martha chuckled amused, the smile of a caring mother hidden behind her hand and Alfred he looked even fonder, openly chuckling. All the while the ghost of Thomas Wayne chased after his son shouting of "WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE ANCIENTS WERE YOU THINKING DROPPING OUT OF MEDICAL SCHOOL! WHAT KIND OF EXAMPLE ARE YOU FOR YOUR OWN CHILDREN! ONE OF THEM IS EVEN A HIGHSCHOOL DROPOUT! EVEN HARVEY AND HARLEY HAVE A DEGREE!"

The other guests of this reunion didn't seemed bothered at all and even Diana shook her head as she excused herself in search for her Uncle Dan that apparently wanted a rematch. It took a moment for the Batkids but once the shock settled their attention instantly got drawn to their grandmother starting arguing with Klarion about some game they had to finish.

"Uh…. how are you two siblings?" Jason, the brave soul asked, while his sibling seemed to still try to catch up with things. Maybe Jason was just better in these pack that thought for later moments, to recover the fastest.

"Oh this is your Great Uncle Klarion my dears. My halfbrother." Martha smiled at them as she warped her arms around Klarions shoulder, pinching the Witch Boys cheek. Which looked comical in a way as Martha appeared as a full grown adult while Klarion… was well Klarion.

"Stop that." Klarion hissed swatting at Martha and Danny laughed at his two children.

"Yea but… how?" Tim finally stammered out finding his voice once he logged a lot of his thoughts away for later. There was just too much to unpack at once.

"So well…" Martha starts before pausing. "This here is my mom. Danny. Yes Mom, the entire family calls him mom because of his tendency to mother hen over us all."

Danny had the gall to look offended and was about to interrupt his daughter before a hand clapped over his mouth a woman that looked a lot like him leaning over his shoulder grinning mischievously. "Oh, are we explaining family relations? I am Danielle by the way, your great grand aunt. You kids can call me Ellie."

Dick's mind was starting to spin but he nodded, sharing a look with his siblings.

"So Marha is the daughter of Danny's wife. The one he fell in love with and married when he chose to give a mortal life another chance. And Klarion? Is also Danny's son but well..." Ellie smiles mischievous like she knew a conspiracy they didn't. "...some things appear to be very much in the family."

"What does that imply…?" Damian ask eyes sharp as he noticed the glance towards him.

"Well Klarions birthmom is a deadbeat, somehow got Danny to sleep with her and then dropped Klarion off with him years later when he had just married again and had Martha." Ellie grind and suddenly the entire Batkids started with a strange feel of Deja vu, while Danielle grinned widely. Martha chuckled amused too and Klarion just shook his head.

Damian coughed awkwardly. The parallels to his own mother and Bruce were not lost on him. Then Jason suddenly broke out laughing, "You telling me Demon Brat isn't the only kid in the family that has a background like that!"

To their shock Martha broke out laughing now while Klarion glared at her. "Oh my! My grandchild and brother are even sharing a nickname!"

"Wait what?!" Tim spluttered, as he stared openly at Klarion. The witch boy. Someone he had fought several times by now. Who apparently was in his family also known as Demon Brat.

"Excuse me! My birth mother was at least an actual demoness! My grand nephew's mother doesn't compare to that at all!" Klarion protested, apparently offended for some reasons as Martha only laughed harder.

The bat kids could only watch in shock as Klarion and Martha started to argue like siblings while Danny ended up wrestling with Danielle to get the hand of his mouth. Meanwhile Bruce was still getting chased around by Thomas Wayne for dropping out of medical school and Alfred watched Klarion and Martha with a nostalgic fondness none of them could explain as of right now.

But one thing was clear, this family reunion, that apparently happens every 100 years would hold a whole lot more shocking reveals for them….

[op1umeyes]

I am OBSESSED with ur hotch story’s, if ur taking requests could you do one where the unsubs lawyer (when the unsub in the the interrogation room) is hotches academic rival and then just normal rival back when he was an prosecutor or smth

thxxx

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Some Things Never Change

Aaron knew it was you from a mile away- your laugh, your posture, your voice. Back in college, he had all the time in the world to memorize everything about you to make sure to avoid you and anything to do with you.

You were talking to another woman near you, stoic face bringing back every memory of every test, quiz, and assignment you had silently boasted about- getting the better grade (best out of the class).

You turned, the door opening twenty minutes earlier than scheduled grabbing your attention. Aaron watched you closely, giving nothing away about how he felt. Your face- mirroring his own bland expression- gave nothing away. But the way your right pointer finger and thumb twitched made Aaron tilt his head up in acknowledgment.

You stared back, eyes glinting. Were you excited to see him, even though you had been sole rivals in college? Was that… anger? In your eyes? It would make sense if you were mad, I mean, Aaron was your competitor for so many years. But Aaron couldn’t decipher the way your lips started to move before he heard his name being called.

“Who’s that?” The woman at your side inquired. She let her gaze drop and examine Hotch thoroughly- possibly too thoroughly.

Just like you did at school, you kept Hotch pinned with your sharp eyes until he finally turned his head away. While his back was towards you, you let yourself note how his shoulders and back had filled his suit jacket nicely. His crisp black pants were not like the sweatpants and jeans he was usually wearing in college- something that made you unconsciously smile at. Hotch’s dark hair was brushed neatly away from his face. “No one. Let’s get to work.”

Hotch watched you bid goodbye to your assistant after the judge had sustained a recess. Your mannerisms had changed since college, Aaron noted, but didn’t altogether disappear. You still kep a solemn face even in the face of stress, your left eye still narrowed slightly whenever you suspected someone was lying, and you still tilted your head back when you laughed. Maybe some things don’t change, Aaron mused.

Before he knew it, Hotch found himself darting over to fall in line with your steps. “You look well, l/n.”

In response, you shook your head. “What do you want, Hotchner? Come to ask me to lay off of your clearly guilty client?”

Hotch cleared his throat. “Well, no. I’d cone to ask you if you’d like to grab lunch.”

“To compare test scores and personal case statistics? No thanks,” you brushed off quickly. When the hallway came to and end, you pressed the button to the elevator without sparing a glance at Hotch. Deep down, you were worried that if you even looked at him, all those years of convincing yourself that you actually hated him would fall apart.

“No, y/n. I wanted to get lunch with me so we could talk. About anything. You can choose.”

Aaron cursed himself for sounding so… pleading, but clearly he was embarrassing enough to finally get you to look at him. And when you did finally meet his eyes face-to-face? The world faltered.

The unspoken accusation in your eyes were as bright as ever: an oddly comforting fact that soothed Aaron to know you still loved your job. Your cheekbones weren’t flushed like they usually were when Aaron got one more extra credit point than you. Your lips were pursed- beautiful and breathtaking as he remembered- as you observed him.

“Italian. I’m driving, you’re paying.”

Aaron smiled. “Lead the way.”

You tilted your head up a little- like you did whenever you bathrd in the success of winning. Some things never change.