#On the other hand they clearly don’t want to interact with me so it’d be kinder to respect that even if I don’t understand why right?

[lady-merian]

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[sttoru]

‘satoru hates arguments. even more so when your conflicts cause your baby daughter to be upset as well.’

☀︎｜tags. (girl) dad!gojo satoru x female reader. fluff, angst, comfort. mention of arguments between parents. comfort & happy ending, though!

satoru hates having arguments with you. he hates it whenever an argument turns into the silent treatment. he apologises and apologises — yet nothing helps to change your mood sometimes.

ever since you got married and had your daughter, you were a bit more sensitive to the smallest of things than usual. it wasn’t like satoru despised you for it; in fact, he understands that motherhood was and is stressful. that man was nothing but supportive to you.

though, your little arguments were indirectly having an impact on the mental state of your baby. you didn’t even know an one year old could sense the tension between her parents.

“mama, mama!” your daughter appears out of nowhere, waddling over to you standing in the kitchen. she had barely just learnt how to walk. her tiny hand reaches for yours and she points at the doorway with her other, “go, mama, go.”

you curiously let your little girl lead you towards where she was pointing at, only to arrive at the living room. satoru was sitting on the couch, idly staring at the ceiling, other hand fiddling with one of your daughter’s toys. he seemed deep in thought. even exhausted and clearly not his playful self.

“mama, go! mama go papa.”

satoru’s head turns to the side at the cute sound of his favourite little girl. he smiles brightly at her return to the living room, only for his smile to fade just for a second at the sight of you next to her. he isn’t mad at you—more like sad that you still seemed upset with him.

your daughter tugs at your index finger. she apparently wants you to go to her dad—wants you to interact or talk with him. her big eyes were staring up at you with a pleading look in them.

you were in a dilemma. of course, you wanted to put your daughter’s mind at ease. you could just fake interact with satoru—or actually just make it up—but there was still a small part of you that needed time alone. you weren’t yet mentally ready for another confrontation. you needed time to think it out.

however, part of you also knows that your earlier argument was kind of silly. you don’t even fully remember what it was about, that’s how irrelevant it was to your brain.

“c’mon, pumpkin. ‘tis not nice for you to bother mama while she’s cooking.” satoru’s soft voice startles you back to reality. he had already gotten up and crouched down to pick your daughter up in his arms, kissing her chubby cheeks to distract her; “mama’s busy, ‘kay? let’s go play with papa.”

even satoru knew that your argument had caused your little girl to feel some kind of stress. she didn’t fully comprehend the situation, though she was clearly uncomfortable by the fact that her parents were not acting nice and lovey dovey like they usually would.

“no, papa. mama!” the baby whines and points at you and then at satoru, her little legs kicking. it absolutely broke satoru’s heart — shattered it into pieces. oh, how he wishes to never fight with you again. the sight of his little bundle of joy trying to mend things between you two with all she could was simply too much.

satoru looks down at you and notices the way you look at your one year old as well. the same way he did; with guilt and sadness. he sighs softly and without further thought, wraps his free arm around your shoulders and brings you close to his body.

“c’mere,” satoru murmurs as he holds both your daughter and you to his chest, “let me hold my two girls, yeah? may i, sweetheart? please.”

your husband asks for your consent. if you were okay with this—even when he needs it desperately, to hold you again in his arms and to make it right to you—your comfort comes first. if you weren’t ready yet to make up, he’d let you go. even if it’d hurt him immensely.

you don’t answer with your words and instead let your actions do the talking. you wrap one arm around satoru’s torso, the other cradling your daughter closer to both you and him.

it was like nothing mattered anymore in that moment, except for your little family. your worries, stress and anxiety about everything and anything had vanished into thin air as you felt the embrace of the two people you held dear.

your daughter finally giggles—a sound satoru and you had greatly missed. you close your eyes and just rest against your husband’s body.

“mama papa, wuv!” the little girl squeals in happiness as she excitedly babbles on, causing both satoru and you to laugh as well. the white-haired sorcerer leaves a big peck on the baby’s forehead before doing the same to you.

“mhm, papa loves mama veeery much.” satoru hums and kisses your forehead again, solely because he missed being affectionate to you, “papa loves his sweet little angel too.”

you can’t help but chuckle along with your one year old—who seemed to be extremely content in her parents’ loving embrace again. this is how it always should be.

“mama also loves papa very much.” you reply, causing your husband to regain his usual big grin. he finally got what he longed for; to have you look and talk to him with love. your silence may have lasted only a few hours, but it felt like it had been a couple cruel months to the sorcerer.

your eyes meet his again and all was well. you smile at him and he smiles back before leaning in to kiss you gently on the lips. satoru’s arm that was draped over your shoulder moves down to curl around your lower back, pulling you as close to him as your bodies would allow.

he pulls back after a few seconds and just lovingly stares at your face again—eyes holding an affection only you had ever been able to witness. your eyes told the same story; nothing could separate you two. ever.

“waaaaah! mama papa, me, me!”

the romantic air between you two suddenly gets interrupted by your daughter’s excited demands. she was demanding kisses as well, puffing her cheeks up as she got ready for it.

“ohh? seems like our angel wants some kisses too.” satoru laughs and nods his head at the baby in his other arm whilst looking at you, “shall we?”

you giggle and nod back—not able to refuse your little girl any longer.

it was not long before the living room fills with the sounds of your child’s laughter, which was caused by the continuous kisses and tickles she was receiving from both satoru and you.

[sanguinesmi1e]

A Round Door Like a Porthole, Lazarus Green Pt. 1 Pt. 2 (you're here) Pt. 3 Pt. 4

Art of LBM

Danny was still lying under the Specter Speeder, mind reeling as the words “they opened this portal with a child sacrifice, and bound his death and all the lost life potential to their bloody machine to create a perpetual gateway to the Infinite Realms” ran in a loop through his head. Could that really be true? Is his death attached to the portal, forever lodged in the doorway, preventing it from closing?

The guy clearly knew what he was talking about. The bit about why his ghost friends and frenemies caused so much chaos as they unleashed their obsessions on Amity Park made so much sense. It would certainly explain a lot of his interactions with ghosts after he died. 

 Danny silently cursed himself for not destroying everything in the lab before they got here. He and Jazz hadn't worried about the portal schematics, because they honestly didn't have any way to open a portal, only cycle energy in a recursive loop that shouldn’t have done anything. No one, not he and Jazz, not their parents, not Tucker or Technus, had been able to figure out why it had worked when Danny was inside. But if the machine was able to sustain a portal that was already opened. . . He wondered idly if he could light a fire that looked accidental and would both destroy the lab and leave the two men enough time to escape. It’d probably be too risky. And who knew what destroying the portal would do to him. Fully kill him? Destroy him completely and shatter his core? It might be worth it to prevent anyone from gaining this knowledge. 

No wonder Lex Luthor was interested in this business. A child was murdered in this basement, and for all Tim knew, the child’s soul could still be trapped here fueling a Lazarus Pit that connected the world of the living to the afterlife. What Luthor could do with an interdimensional portal or even a single sample of Lazarus water. . . Tim shuddered to think.

On the one hand, he was grateful that Wayne Enterprises secured the business before Luthor had the chance. On the other hand, he felt rather ill to think his family had directly enriched mad scientists who performed child sacrifices. At least he had full faith that between him and Oracle, they’d hunt the Fentons down and make sure justice was served.

“What is to be done for the child?” Tim asked Constantine. “Is his soul tied to that machine?”

“I don’t think so. I’m pretty sure it’s just his death.” 

“You’re gonna have to explain the difference to me, ‘cause I’m not sure I see the distinction.” Tim said wryly. 

“I guess. . . Hm. You could think of it as the moment of transition drawn out endlessly like a plucked string whose note never stops vibrating. Like life is the anchor point of one end of the string, and the afterlife is at the other end, and the child’s death is the note created when his soul crosses from one side to the other. The soul is the bow causing reverberations, but the reverberations are the actual death itself. The effect of the soul’s passage. And in this case, the portal is amplifying the death so it doesn’t end like a normal death ‘note’ would.” Constantine leaned in to examine some of the runes that were part of the array. “Not a perfect metaphor, obviously, since you bow perpendicular rather than parallel to the string, and death and souls are nothing like music, but you get the idea, right?”

Tim was still caught on John Constantine saying the words “death note” together unironically in a sentence. He was going to have to share that with Steph later. Maybe with the whole family group chat, even. “Yeah, the metaphor makes sense, as much as any of this occult stuff does to me.”

“Whatever. As for whether there’s anything we can do for the child, I think we’ll have to try and summon him if we can.” The Brit started pulling items out of his trenchcoat’s inner pockets. “We need to ask what the spirit wants done, before we go messing with things we don’t understand.”

“Alright, need anything from me?”

“Yeah, move this stuff out of the way so I can draw a circle.” Constantine directed Tim to shove aside a few stacks of boxes, something called a Fenton Ghost Weasel, and together they shifted a coffin-shaped iron maiden that for some reason was labeled Fenton Stockades. Then he set to work chalking a circle and runes on the ground.

Finally he sat back and dusted chalk off his hands. “That should do it.”

“Will this be bright too?” Tim asked warily.

“Eh, might be? Shouldn’t be too bad.”

Tim grabbed an auto-darkening welding helmet with a green “Fenton” sticker on it off the workbench and slipped it on.

“Alright, here goes.” Constantine began the summoning ritual.

While Danny debated arson, the other two had finished clearing a space and chalked some kind of circle onto the floor. He tuned back into the conversation when he heard the trenchcoat guy begin a traditional incantation for a summoning. Were they trying to summon him? Danny really hoped it wouldn’t work. 

When people tried to summon the Ghost King he could almost always ignore the pull. This pull, however, was very strong and immediate. It seemed proximity made a difference, or this guy was just better at summonings than the average cultist. Before Danny could accept the inevitable, he was pulled bodily — literally! — out from under the vehicle and across the floor, still flat on his back on the Fenton Under Car Creeper, with the Specter Speeder’s ecto-engine hugged tightly to his chest. The wheels of the Fenton Creeper (not to be mistaken with the Fenton Anti-Creep Stick) sped him straight to the summoning circle. Still very much in human form. 

This was his first real look at the guy called Constantine, and he couldn’t help a horrified yelp. “Eugh!! What the fuck is wrong with you, dude!?!!” 

His lapse in attention made him lose the battle with the summoning spell, and it gripped him, pulling him through the convolutions of the spellwork even though he was already lying half across the circle, and forcing him to change into Phantom in the process. It was such a disgusting sensation, like he was one of those squishy water filled tube snake toys that look like a fleshlight, and someone squeezed really hard and abruptly so he turned inside out and went flying to go splat against a wall (or in this case, against the ground inside the circle of chalk). He tried and failed not to retch.

The younger man in the crisp suit whom he’d already identified as Mr. CEO-Timothy-Drake-Wayne looked at him in startled bafflement, while the older blond, still smoking his cigarette, (gross, and was that thing never ending?) was probably looking at him. Maybe. It was really difficult to tell, because he was a frankly vile sight. Danny winced and swallowed down nausea. “What have you done to your soul?”

“I — what?”

“Trypophobia central, man! Ugh that’s gotta be the grossest thing I’ve ever seen. Can’t you cover it up?”

“Who are you?” Timothy Drake-Wayne interjected.

“I’m the dead guy? You literally just summoned me.”

“Constantine said you were a child”

“I mean, I was?” Danny looked down at his obviously twenty-something year-old self and rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s been a while since I was fourteen though. These things happen.”

“Not typically, no. The dead tend to be pretty unaging.” Constantine said. 

“Dude I’m not having a conversation with you while your soul looks like Escher’s swiss cheese nightmare. Anyways, some of us do. Heck, I know a guy who constantly shifts from infant to old man and every stage in between. It’s pretty distracting when you’re trying to get him to let you fix the timeline again.” Danny continued to look anywhere but at the blond man. “But if it’s so important to you, I can —” He got an abstracted look, and slowly de-aged himself until the two men stood over a fourteen year old boy with snow white hair and glowing green eyes.

“That does not help. No.” The guy whose soul looked somewhat like a bleeding tooth fungus said. He turned away and started doing something magical. Danny hoped it would mask his soul in some way, but so far all it did was make Danny feel like he needed to pop his ears.

He also felt particularly uncharitable, so he didn’t revert to his natural age, and instead tried to see how young and cute he could make himself appear.

“So are you just haunting this basement? Seems hazardous, given the former proprietors.” Timothy tried to redirect the conversation. He didn’t seem nearly as distressed to see the ghost of a child, but his eyes darted surreptitiously to the Lichtenberg figure Danny used to always hide under gloves.

“Nah, haven’t been back here in years. I mostly live in my Infinite Realms haunt these days.”

“You . . . live? Is that just a figure of speech?”

“It’s rude to ask about a ghost’s nonliving status, you know. Highly taboo to ask how a ghost died or poke into the circumstances of our deaths without permission.” Danny admonished. Making himself younger than fourteen took more effort than he expected.

“Alright, I’m sorry,” Timothy raised his hands placatingly to the boy who now looked younger than Damian. “What brings you back to Amity Park?”

“Uh, you summoned me? Are we still not clear on that?”

Tim looked pointedly at the Fenton Creeper and the engine Danny still held. He’d shrunk down to the size of a four year old, and the engine really should be crushing him given it was bigger than his torso now. He quickly set it aside, and turned his biggest puppy dog eyes on Tim.

“You were in here already, and you looked pretty alive for a moment there.”

“I can look lots of ways!” Danny focused really hard on looking as cute, small, and nonthreatening as possible. He thought it was working when all of a sudden there was a pop! and he was smaller than he’d ever managed before. 

Timothy Drake-Wayne looked like a giant. The other guy, who had thankfully managed to put away his soul somehow, wore scuffed oxfords bigger than Danny. Hell, he could probably fit his entire self into one of Constantine’s shoes if that wasn’t a bizarre thing to do, and they weren’t already full of stinky feet. Holy shit what happened to him!?

Tim blinked down at the cat? Snake? Ghost. . . thing at his feet. What the fuck. A moment ago he was talking to an adult man whom he’s pretty sure was dead and he’s very sure was trolling them. Now his interlocutor had turned into an adorable creature with soft white paws, a long twisting tail, big pointed ears that swiveled like a cats, and a humanoid face that should’ve been creepy but was actually eliciting cute-aggression in him. Tim blinked again. The little baby ghost creature blinked enormous green eyes back at him. Then it yawned, revealing three rows of needle sharp teeth that looked like a cross between what you’d find in the mouth of a shark and a cat. Yikes.

“Does that mean the interview is over?” Tim asked him.

The creature just blinked up at him again, then zeroed in on his shoelaces, pupils expanding until only a narrow band of green ringed them.

Yup. The interview was over. Those paws hid some wicked claws which could apparently slice through leather with ease. Oh, Tim really hoped ghost scratch fever wasn’t a thing. At least the ghost looked sufficiently contrite after he yelped, and it waited while he removed a shoelace to sacrifice as a toy.

If Damian ever met him, there would be a new member of the family. Maybe he should name the creature preemptively so they didn’t have a cat-snake named Bat-Ghost in Wayne manor. 

“Do you have a name, little baby cat-snake ghost? Little baby ghost man?” He cooed as the miniature monster dashed back and forth, intent on shredding his shoelace.

The ghost paused long enough to chirp, “Li’l baby man!” before launching himself at the string. Even shocked, Tim’s reflexes had him whisking the toy out of the way, and the ghost went careening under a cabinet.

He wedged himself in the gap, landing face first in a dust bunny, and quickly wriggled backwards with an indignant squall. His wordless protestations cut off as he fell into a violent sneezing fit that thankfully dislodged him from beneath the cabinet.

Tim suppressed his laugh, and asked, “Little Baby Man? Is that what you want to be called?”

The ghost pawed most of the dust away from his nose, but spider webs covered his face and a big dust bunny perched atop his head like a fascinator with a cobweb lace veil. He looked Tim right in the eyes and nodded, dislodging the dust in his hair and setting off more sneezes.

“Li’l Baby Man” he confirmed. He placed a paw on Tim’s shoe and chirped, “Tim!” Then he pointed his tail at Constantine and said, “Gross!” with narrowed eyes.

[archiveikemen]

"Come Play With Us, Miss Fairytale Keeper" Story Event: Chapter 1

Alfons Sylvatica VS Ring Schwartz

This is a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes with no guaranteed perfection; expect mistakes, grammatical errors, and some creative liberties. All original content and media used belongs to Cybird. Please support the game by buying their stories and playing their games. Reblogs appreciated.

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One afternoon, Alfons and I were being briefed on our next mission. 

Victor: That’s the general outline of it. Additionally, I have a favour to ask of you two… 

Darius’ Voice: It’s me. May I come in? 

Victor: You may. 

Upon being granted permission, Darius entered the room with Nica and Ring. 

Victor: You came at the perfect time, I was going to talk about you.

Darius: I saw Miss Fairytale Keeper enter the room with Alfons earlier, so I figured as much. 

(Does Victor’s favour have something to do with the members of Vogel…?) 

Victor: Actually, I was asked if one of the Vogel members could accompany you on a mission. 

Victor: I’m thinking that it’d be a good idea for this mission. What are your thoughts, Alfons and Kate? 

(This mission is to find out the time and place of a transaction involving “illegal drugs”.) 

(We’re only going to eavesdrop on the target’s conversation, so it shouldn't be a problem to have more people with us.) 

Kate: I think it's fine with me. 

Alfons: I don't mind as long as I get to choose who comes with us.

Darius: Fufu, who will you choose?

Ring: I’ll cut every single member down if anything happens to Dari or Nica. 

Alfons: Ooh, how scary! But there’s no need to worry.

Alfons: The one I choose is you, Ring. 

Ring: … Me?

Surprised to hear that he was chosen, Ring cast a glance at Darius.

Darius: Isn’t that great? I think you can learn various things from this. 

Darius: So… Pass auf dich auf / Have a nice one. 

Ring: … Alles klar / Understood. 

And so, the first mission with Alfons, Ring, and I began.

…

The day of the mission. Ring stared wide-eyed at me when he boarded the carriage. 

Ring: W-what’s with that outfit… 

Kate: I put it on for the mission. … Do I look weird? 

Ring: … I was just a little surprised because you look different from usual. 

As Ring gave a blunt response, Alfons put an arm over my shoulder. 

Alfons: It suits Miss Robin, doesn’t it? I picked out this dress for her. 

Alfons: She looks so lovely it makes you feel like you want to pin her down and get dirty with her, doesn't she? I understand that feeling.

Ring: Wha…! I- I never said anything like that…

Alfons: My, are you secretly thinking about it then? What a pervert. 

Ring: I would never! … You’re exactly as the rumours say you are. “A walking offence to public morals”! 

Alfons: I don’t deny that, but isn’t your reaction too exaggerated, Ring? You sound like a virgin.

Alfons: I wonder if you can handle this mission when you’re so innocent… I’m worried. 

Alfons: Since you’re not used to women, perhaps we should have someone else replace you— 

Ring: W-wait… I have plenty of experience with that, so I don't have any problems completing the mission. 

Alfons: Is that so? That’s a relief then. Isn’t it, Miss Robin?

Kate: Y-yes… 

Alfons continued talking to Ring amusedly, his facial expression looking as though he had found a new toy. 

On the other hand, Ring looked uncomfortable and was clearly not liking Alfons’ teasing. 

(... I hope we complete the mission without any problems…) 

…

The carriage sped through the streets and arrived at a large mansion in the suburbs. 

Alfons: Allow me to explain about this mansion which is the location for our mission. 

Alfons: This mansion is a meeting place for people who indulge in illicit love affairs. 

Alfons: All forms of love are accepted here… regardless of social status, gender, or marital status.

Alfons: Therefore, all conversations between the pairs that take place in this mansion are kept strictly confidential. 

Ring: That makes it the perfect place for criminals to meet in secret. 

Alfons: Exactly. Moreover, participants can choose to get a key to a private room to enjoy some alone time together as a pair.

Alfons’ explanation reminded me of what happened when we first arrived at the mansion.

= Flashback Start = 

Butler: Please hold, dear guests. The rooms can only be used by two people. Three is… 

Alfons: No need to worry. We don't intend to have a threesome.

Alfons: He and I are competing for this lady’s love. Isn’t that right, Ring? 

Ring: Huh!? Y-yeah… that’s right.

Despite not fully understanding the situation, Ring seemed to be going along with Alfons’ story.

Alfons: She will choose between Ring and I later on.

Alfons: It won’t be a problem if we only obtain the room key after that, right?

= Flashback End = 

Kate: We have to choose the room next to our target’s in order to eavesdrop on their meeting… 

Kate: That’s why you made it seem as though two of you are competing for me, then we’ll find out which room our target is in and get our key. 

Alfons: Your quick understanding is very helpful. 

Ring: … I wasn’t told about this mansion prior to starting the mission.

Kate: It was my first time hearing about it too. 

Alfons: Ah, I withheld that piece of information on purpose. 

Kate: What.

Ring: Withholding information… is this Crown’s way of doing things? Or were you trying to trap me…? 

Ring: Whichever it is, I guess I don’t have the right to complain if you were to kill me right here and now. 

Kate: P-please calm down, Ring! I’m sure he had his reasons for doing that. … Right, Alfons!? 

Alfons: Why did I withhold information, you ask…? It was for Ring’s sake.

Ring: For my sake? 

Ring looked at Alfons suspiciously. 

He was definitely feeling the same way I was — “this man can’t be trusted”. 

Alfons: I figured that you’d get nervous if you knew we’d be pretending to compete over a woman… so I chose not to tell you until the last minute. 

Alfons: But you said you’re very experienced, right? My worries were unfounded then. 

Rint: R-right. No need to worry about me.

Kate: What about me? Why didn't you tell me?

Alfons: Because you’ll feel bad if Ring was the only one kept in the dark. 

(I can’t deny that…) 

Alfons: Well then. We’ll have to find out which room our target chose—

Alfons: And Kate will have to choose one person between Ring and myself to be her lover.

Alfons: If this goes as I expected, I’m the one you’ll choose, right? I’ll make you feel good today too, as always. 

Ring: … I won't let that happen.

Ring: As a member of Vogel, I can’t afford to make a fool of myself here.

Ring: I’m the one Kate will choose.

Tension sparked between Ring and Alfons. 

(What’s going to happen with this mission…?)

[daniswoso]

Not so cocky now eh?

Warnings: Smut 18+ MDNI. Anyone who does not have an age in their bio or is underaged and interacts will be blocked. Top!Ona, Bottom!Reader, Fem!reader, Strap use (r receiving), Oral (r receiving), swearing (both spanish and english), Reader is a cocky, arrogant asshole, BE WARNED! THIS IS BASICALLY JUST PORN WITHOUT PLOT! SMUT STARTS AT THE VRY BEGINNING! if I’ve missed anything else please make me aware!!

Summary: You had been an ass all training. Ona puts you in your place.

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You were an incredible striker, it was no secret. But you were also a very physical one, even in training.

So when you were being a little brat in training today, Ona got fed up. She had been knocked down by you specifically many times, and the smug smirk you wore every time pissed her off beyond belief.

So that’s how you found yourself on all fours, face in your’s and Ona’s pillows with Ona’s strap hitting all the right spots.

You couldn’t deny the pleasure taking over your body as she gripped your waist, pulling your backwards to meet her thrusts.

“Not so cocky now hm, cariño?” She grunts into your ear, and your face flushes. All you’re able to do at that point is nod and hope you don’t let out an embarrassingly loud moan. Her movements slow to a stop and your eyes shoot open with a frustrated groan.

She pulls your head up by your hair, whispering low in your ear, “Words, bebita.”

She was sure it’d get you to speak, but clearly not as she clearly don’t count for your crippling stubbornness. You simply turn your head to the other side, trying to ignore the 7 inch silicone strap firmly inside you.

“Oh, bebita..” Ona chuckles, her raspy voice sending a wave of pleasure straight to your core, she squeezes your hips tighter. “Words.” Her voice is practically a growl and you can’t deny that you’re tempted to give in, but your resolve stays strong. Barely.

When she pulls out, you cry out, tempted to just give up there and then but all of a sudden she’s hoisting your legs over her shoulders and immediately burying her face in your folds. You thread your fingers through her hair, your eyes rolling back in your head.

“Mierda, princesa, this all for me hm?” She hums, sucking marks into your thigh and running the pad of her thumb over your brutally neglected clit.

“Yes, Ona.. All for you.” You pant, desperate for her to not stop as you try to clamp your thighs shut, although her much stronger hands force them apart. (A/N: side note, ONA’S VEINSSSS? HELLO???)

You can feel the every familiar coil building inside you, as her tongue licks long stripes from your entrance to your clit, the tip of her tongue periodically dipping into you.

“Ona… ‘M close. Please…” You pant, moaning out when she sucks your clit into her mouth.

“Please what, bebita? Want me to make you come? ‘S that it, eh?” She chuckles lowly, the vibrations from the sound sending a fresh wave of pleasure through you.

“Yes, please, Ona. Por favor.” You pants, back arching and hips bucking pathetically. Then she pulls away.

“No.” She growls, her eyes dark.

“What?” You ask, somewhat confused and frustrated, as you had just been close to having your brains fucked out by the woman you love and she had taken that away from you.

“You were a little bitch all training. You wanna act like one? I’m gonna fuck you like one.” She chuckles, and you moan at her words. Soft, little Ona who only ever took her time in lovingly making you fall apart suddenly wanting to fuck you so roughly? You would’ve been an ass much sooner if you knew it got these results.

You can see a hint of hesitation and concern behind her brown eyes though as they bore into your own. You nod softly and she grins, kissing you, biting your bottom lip as she pulls away.

“Buena chica.” She chuckles lowly, lining her strap up with your entrance, thrusting in so suddenly it winds you.

“Joder, Ona!” You gasp, gripping her back, your nails digging into her muscled back. Her thrusts pick up and you feel the head of the strap continuously brush against the spot inside you that makes you weak in the knees.

You were getting close and Ona could tell, you were grabbing wherever you could reach and your moans were getting louder, as your cares about the neighbours hearing you both washed away.

“Please, Ona, please please-“ She cuts you off with a kiss, speeding up.

“Come for me. C’mon.” She pants, speeding up. Truth be told she was getting close too, the harness of the strap rubbing against her clit in a way which made her speed up, thrusting harder.

You come with a scream, gripping Ona’s back as she drops her head to your shoulder and continues to fuck you through your orgasm until she reaches her peak too, falling on top of you.

“Mierda.” She grumbles, pulling out and ridding herself of the strap quickly, passing you bottle of water which you gratefully drink from as she slips into bed with you, stroking your hair.

“You okay, chica?” She smiles, chuckling at the blissed out expression on your face and messy hair.

“Yes, Ona. Perfect.” You pant, your head falling onto her chest as she wraps you up in her arms.

“Te amo, mi amor.” She whispers.

“Te amo también, mi vida.” You whisper back.

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A/N: Lo siento for it being so short, it’s definitely not my best but it is my first smut. Once again, any ageless accounts or underage persons who interact with this will be blocked. Hope you all enjoyed.

[nathanbatemanfucker]

Kinktober Day 31: Free Space

pairing: college!aaron hotchner x f!reader

contents: 18+/NSFW/MINORS DNI, SMOKING KINK, unprotected sex, pet names, hotch being a tease

wc: 645

an: for @hotchs-bitch, who is one of the funniest, craziest and sweetest people on this planet. thank you for everyone who’s interacted with, commented on, and reblogged my kinktober stuff. being able to actually stick to this was a big deal for me so i appreciate it. thank you to my lovely friend @flightlessangelwings for the list this year ❤️

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“Open,” Hotch says firmly, his fingers squeezing your chin where it's in his grasp.

You’re in his lap, grinding against his thigh though his cock is right there, hard and clearly begging to be inside you. But, Hotch likes the long game. He likes to make you needy, likes to watch your writhe and beg until neither of you can take it anymore.

Tonight is no different. He’s been making you watch him smoke for what feels like an eternity now, nonchalantly watching you through the haze as you grow more and more desperate. Your eyes have been zeroed in on his mouth, watching the way his lips mold around the cigarette, how they blow out the smoke. You know that it’s bad for him, but there’s no denying how sexy he looks with a cigarette.

You obey eagerly, opening your mouth and leaning into his touch, ready for whatever he would give you. With nimble fingers he removes the cigarette from his lips, flipping it around and placing the end in your mouth. “Close,” He instructs.

And just like any other command he has ever given you, you quickly do as he says.

“Good girl, now I want you to hold that steady while I sit you on my cock,” He murmurs, hands kneading at your hips.

You nod, hips lifting into his hand as you squeeze your lips together, ensuring the cigarette won’t budge. Your attempt is futile when he lowers you down onto his cock, the stretch causing your mouth to fall open to let out the softest sweetest moan. It’d be music to his ears if he hadn’t given you such a specific task.

“Steady,” He reminds you, his mouth pulled up into a smirk at the way your mouth has started to go slack.

“Aaron, I’m trying,” You whine around the cigarette, gasping when he guides you further down on his cock.

“You can do it, you’ve almost got all of it. Just a little more,” He praises, sweat beading on his brow as he finally brings your thighs flush to his own. “That’s it, steady. Good girl, you feel so good.”

He’s so deep this way, pressing against the most sensitive spot inside of you. It takes everything in you not to moan again, knowing that if you did the cigarette would fall out of your mouth.

“Ride me,” He whispers, guiding your hips up and down.

Your hands come to grasp his shoulders for leverage, helping you raise your hips until there’s nothing but the tip of him inside you so that you can take him completely again and again and again. Aaron watches you with hooded eyes, his chest heaving as he grows closer to his end.

“C-can’t, can’t keep it steady like this,” You warn him, feeling your own orgasm looming over you like a cloud.

“Forget it, honey,” He reaches up, snatching the cigarette out of your mouth, putting it out in the astray that’s to his left with grace.

You don’t know why, but the action, so mundane and casual while you bounce on his cock is what sends you over the edge. His eyes go wide with surprise as he feels you clench around him. He sputters a warning before cumming, stilling your rocking hips.

He raises a brow at you playfully, “Putting out a cigarette?”

“Leave me alone,” You quip, burying your head in the crook of his neck.

He kisses at your temple, guiding you back to look at you, “What? I thought it was sweet.”

“Stop talking Hotchner.”

“Only if you shut me up with a kiss.”

You roll your eyes, but lean in, cupping his face as you kiss him. He melts against you, kissing you back eagerly as he hums into your mouth. And with the skilled work of his tongue, you’ve forgotten his teasing in no time.

hotch taglist: @honeybrowne, @hotchs-bitch, @pastanoodles11, @stevengrcnt, @greg-montgomery, @lesbianhotch, @rousethemouse, @flightlessangelwings, @hotchsdharma, @maisondenachtai, @silversprings-mp3, @callm3c0nfus3d, @ilikefictionalmen

[therhythmafterthesummer]

Camping with Wolves (M) ~Lee Know

Pairing: Werewolf!Minho x Human!F.Reader Themes: Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Smut | Fluff | bit of Angst | Best Friends to Lovers Warnings: pet names (kitten/baby/babe/etc), pining?, unashamedly pushing the soft!Minho agenda, mentions of divorce, mentions of panic attacks, mentions of blood and violence, graphic depictions of intercourse (smut warnings under the cut). Word Count: ~11k | AO3 Summary: Minho was your rock, he was your anchor, your best friend, which was why you just couldn’t stop yourself from falling for him, even when he was, essentially, a supernatural being. One ‘camping trip’ might be the last push you needed to finally confess. Or maybe not…  [This story takes place within the It’s Cold Out universe, meaning it’s part of my WereRoomies series].

Author’s Note: the werewolf brain rot is real y’all… i just wanted more soft werewolf content, so here this piece is. anyway, if you’re reading this, hope you enjoy, and if you do, don’t hesitate to leave your thoughts~

Due to all the abovementioned warnings, this story is intended for an adult audience only. Minors please do not interact.

Minho’s WereRoomies Instalments: Camping With Wolves · Dog Unleashed · Are You There, Wolf?

Smut Warnings: this is all really soft, you have been warned. lots of praising, fingering [F.Rec], nipple play [F.Rec], unprotected penetration [piv] (this is a piece of fiction in which you can trust people when they tell you they’re clean. wrap it irl please i beg you), cum on body/cumshot.

Disclaimer: the story represented in this work does not represent Stray Kids in any way; anything described in this story and all actions performed by the characters are purely fictional, this was created just for good fun.

You could still remember quite vividly the day you met your best friend. It was a turning point in your life, so how could you not remember it. Moving to a new place after your parents divorce was probably the last thing you wanted to do. Your life had been turned upside down the moment your dads sat you down at the tender age of ten and told you ‘sweetie, there’s something your father and I need to tell you…’, and suddenly you were packing your bags and moving to the other side of the country.

New town, new places to see, new school, one less dad to greet in the mornings, and zero friends.

Your first day of school had been a blur of introductions, comments of ‘wow you’ve got two dads?’ and ‘you’re from where?’, and honestly by the time the day was over you were just ready to leave the building and hole up in your room for the rest of the week.

It’d been just as you were making your way home from school that you saw him. A boy, around your age, with long, black hair, crouched by the side of the road with a box in his hands, trying to put something in it. You’d never been too sure why you went close that day, you weren’t exactly a social butterfly, but something compelled you to walk close to the boy, and the closer you got, you could finally make out what was it that he was trying to put in the box, and you couldn’t help but gasp at the sight.

“What happened?!” Was all that came out of your mouth back then.

“Dunno… Just saw them here like this”, he side-eyed you a bit, but went back to try and put the clearly injured kittens in the box. “If you’re gonna stand there, at least help me out. Can’t leave them here”.

So you sprung into action, helping him put the little babies in the box, and even going as far as to going with him to the closest vet you could find–all led by the boy of course, after all, you’d just moved in and had absolutely no idea where you were standing.

“Ah, Minho–” The person at the entrance greeted him as soon as you two had come through the door, their face changing from that welcoming smile to slight surprise as they saw the box in his hands. “Dear heavens, what happened?”

“Dunno. Found them like this. They look hurt. Can you do anything?” The boy, Minho, you presumed, by the way the person at the counter called him. They hurriedly came from around the counter and took a quick look at the kittens, then at you both, offering a smile–a bit of a forced one, but you figured they were trying to not alarm you both too much, considering your faces were surely full of worry.

“I’ll have Mrs. Jung have a look at them as soon as possible, hm? Should I register the appointment under your mother’s name?”

Minho nodded, and just like that the person took the box from his hands, disappearing behind a door on the side of the room. With a sigh, he took his backpack off and moved to sit on one of the chairs by the waiting area, and again, for some inexplicable reason, you did the same, sitting next to him for a bit in complete silence.

You truly were never one of spending time with strangers like this, but when you got a chance later in life to analyse your behaviours at the time, you came to the realisation that you simply didn’t want to go back home that day, that you were trying to escape the fact that you had to go back to a new house without one of your fathers and be completely on your own until your other father came back. Which was why, that day, you couldn’t stop yourself from turning around to the boy, and attempting to start a friendly conversation with him.

“You do this often?”

He turned to look at you, with his eyes a bit wide in surprise, almost as if he couldn’t believe you were talking to him. “Do what?”

“Bring injured animals? They know your mum’s name, don’t they?”

“Ah, mm”, Minho nodded, turning to look back to the floor. “Mum’s a vet tech. And since I’m a magnet to finding hurt animals, I’m a regular here”.

“Mmm…”

You both were silent for a while, just hearing the odd beep of a machine in the distance, until Minho squirmed a bit in his seat, turning his whole body to look at you. “I’m Minho, by the way. Never seen you around before… It’s a small town”.

You introduced yourself, and explained that you had just moved in. It went on like this for a while, just you two talking as you waited for the vet to come out with news. You’d learnt that day that Minho was indeed your age, he had two cats and two dogs at home, he knew one too many facts about dinosaurs, and that he never missed one episode of Kamen Rider. It was interesting how, in contrast to his resting face, when he talked to you he didn’t look annoyed at all, and by the time the vet came out and informed you two that the kittens were fine, but a little dehydrated and that they would need to stay the night, you had learnt more about this boy next to you than any other classmate you ever had.

“I’ll be here tomorrow after school to check on the cats”, Minho said as soon as you stepped out of the clinic. “You know, in case you… Wanna see them again…”

You couldn’t help but give him a smile, hiking your bag further up your shoulder. “I’d like that. Maybe I’ll… Keep one. Always wanted a cat”.

“They’re great company. You won’t regret it!” And the smile that made its way onto his face as he said it could’ve easily outshine the sun. You had no other option but to believe him. “Can I… Uh… Walk you home, maybe? It’s kinda late…”

So you accepted his offer, and back then, you couldn’t have even imagined how that simple encounter would kick-start your lifelong friendship with Minho. 

Interesting thing, how someone could become such an integral part of your day to day life that the second something wasn’t quite right, it was very hard to miss. 

Since you met him, Minho and you had been inseparable. You ended up adopting one of the kittens he’d saved–Sir Percival of Camelot, you’d called him, because you liked the eccentricity of it all. Your father wasn’t exactly thrilled to have a cat at the time, but in his post-divorce guilt he just didn’t have it in him to deny you the wish, so Sir Percival and Minho became your best friends in this new town you had barely any knowledge of, and for their company, you were immensely grateful.

Minho and you would hang out every weekend, sometimes even a few times a week after school just to watch his precious Kamen Rider together, or just to play with Sir Percival, but Saturdays were solely reserved for you and him.

One Saturday, though, Minho didn’t make it. There’d been no phone call, no voice message left on the machine, no prior comment of ‘might not be able to make it’, nothing, and even though your father tried his best to assure you something simply must’ve come up, you couldn’t help the feeling of dread that was quickly building inside of you.

It wasn’t until later that day, at around midnight that you got the phone call. You were already asleep, it’d been your father who’d picked up, and as soon as the call was over he had immediately come to your room, to where you and Sir Percival had been cuddled up sleeping on your bed.

“Sweetie… Wake up, dear…” Your father caressed your hair softly, but there was urgency in his voice, and it had you stirring awake almost immediately. As soon as he saw you open your eyes, he spoke again. “Minho… He’s had a… A terrible accident”.

He might as well had shoved a harpoon through your heart. You’d never had a panic attack prior to that night, but the entire chain of events certainly led to one, and your father did try his best to calm you down. Ultimately, he’d hugged you tightly and asked you ‘would you like to go to the hospital?’ to which you obviously said yes without a second thought.

You’d never forget the sight of Minho’s mother that night, with her eyes red and puffy, and her hands slightly shaking as she waited for the doctors to give her any news on the state of her one and only son. You could still remember how tightly she hugged you and your father when you went to the hospital that night. ‘They found him by the edge of the woods, hurt… Bloodied–’ the poor woman could hardly speak, and honestly, you couldn’t blame her, even you weren’t able to produce a single word back then.

The sight of your best friend, of your dearest Minho all intubated and hooked up to machines in that hospital bed plagued you for months, even after he eventually woke up, seemingly fine, as if nothing had happened to him at all, as if he hadn’t almost died. To this day, you were still grateful you were there that day when he woke up, that you were able to hug him tight and cry on his chest as he softly patted you on the back confused out of his mind because he couldn’t remember anything that had happened.

Life went on as normal after he was discharged from the hospital, he’d continue to rescue animals whenever he could, he’d continue to go to class without further eventualities, he’d continue to take care of his pets, to watch his shows, and every day you’d ask him ‘you sure you’re okay?’ to which he’d only scoff and reply a ‘hundred percent’. 

But of course, he wasn’t a hundred percent. It wasn’t until a couple of weeks after that you both finally saw the full damage of his accident. It happened at night, on one of your Saturday hangouts, you were having a sleepover, and your father trusted you both enough to stay home alone on your own, even if you were only pre-teen kids–not the safest choice, you’d admit.

You were hanging out as normal, watching the latest Kamen Rider episode, when suddenly Minho tensed where he was sitting next to you on the sofa, and he started gasping for air. To say that you were scared out of your mind was an understatement, and the fact that Sir Percival was all puffed up and had started to hiss uncontrollably at him didn’t make it any better. All of a sudden, among the pained groans and cries of your friend, strange sounding pops and cracks started to resonate in your living room, and in utter shock you saw your dear friend Minho inexplicably change shape, from his normal self to… A wolf.

Back then, you couldn’t even move, you just stared at it–at him?–as Minho thrashed around your living room in a panic, knocking several portraits out of place and making Sir Percival run away and hide. It wasn’t until you called for him, your voice barely audible for you to hear, that he finally stopped moving, turning to look at you. His eyes were the same, the same dark brown irises that you’d come to know as your best friend’s eyes, and the canine whines that came out of his throat pulled at your heartstrings unpleasantly.

If you hadn’t seen his eyes you might’ve not done what you did that night, but as soon as you saw them, as you heard his pained sounds, you just moved closer, slowly, scared he’d go into a frenzied state again. As soon as you were in front of him, you just kneeled, ignoring any and every single warning bell going off in your head as you looked at the wolf, because deep down, you knew this was your friend. Your Minho.

So you hugged that goddamn wolf that was suddenly standing where your friend used to be, and you felt as he almost relaxed fully into your hold as you whispered an incredulous ‘what the hell’s going on?’ You hugged him for a long time, until you started to hear those same pops and cracks that you heard before, giving way to your friend’s human form again, naked, looking at you with panicked eyes and tears in his eyes.

“I remember…” Minho sobbed as he held your shoulders and looked you in the eyes, and you couldn’t help the tears from running down your cheeks as you heard him. “I remember what happened. There was a wolf… Huge one… It attacked me, it bit me… What’s going on… What am I gonna do…”

You just couldn’t bear that look in his eyes, the tremble in his voice, the tears that wouldn’t stop, so you pulled him to you, hugging him tightly, all as you tried your best to be there for your friend, to reassure him, even if every single word that came out of your mouth did so between hiccups and sobs. “We’ll figure it out… Together, Minho. Together, huh?”

“No… You shouldn’t be close to me, what if I–”

“Together, I said”, you just hugged him tighter. Minho was your friend, your anchor, and there was no way that you would let him deal with this–whatever it was–on his own. “Don’t push me away please…”

“I should…” But even as he said it, Minho held you tighter.

Trying to get your living room looking normal after that was a bit of a challenge, but once you both calmed down and you fished some of your father’s old clothes for him to put on you managed to do that fairly well, so much so your dad didn’t even notice anything different the next day–maybe due to the exhaustion his night shift had brought him, you’d never know…

Minho started to change a bit after that situation. He grew taller, stronger, and his senses heightened, especially his hearing. Minho was able to hear things kilometres away from him, and it contributed to a period of crankiness in his life, where he would snap at people or be a bit harsher than usual–not to you, though. He always tried his best to not snap at you, and whenever he did, he always apologised almost immediately. 

You started to change a bit, but not in any supernatural way, just in a normal, human puberty way. It was normal, your father had told you back then, and as all these new changes started happening in your body, both physically and emotionally, you started to see your dear Minho in a new light. Suddenly, whenever he hugged you your cheeks would heat up, whenever he laughed because of one of your jokes your heart would flutter, and whenever you were watching TV and a couple kissed on the screen you couldn’t help but wonder how it’d be to do something like that… To do something like that with Minho.

You reasoned it was normal, Minho was the only boy you had around you at the time, so obviously you would think these things sometimes. It meant nothing, for sure. He never really seemed to show any interest other than being your friend, and that was fine. You were fine with that. Having him with you, however it was, was truly all you ever needed.

There were some challenges, though. Minho had all these weird symptoms and behaviours now that he had been turned into what your research had told you was a werewolf. You both couldn’t exactly go to anyone and tell them ‘hey, remember that accident Minho had a handful of months ago? Yeah, about that…’ because, realistically, who would believe you? The universe, though, worked in your favour, because one day, when Minho had come to pick you up from your after school class to walk you home, another boy had approached you.

“Hey, excuse me…” You recognised the boy from your school, a couple of years younger than you, and when he approached, Minho’s eyes went wide in surprise, almost as if he recognised him somehow. “Are you… You’re a werewolf, aren’t you?”

“Who are you? And why are you asking such weird questions?” You couldn’t help but intervene, always feeling oddly protective of your friend and his… Condition.

The boy flushed a bit, but he looked you in the eyes regardless. “I’m… Jisung. And I’m asking because at first I thought it was you. I’ve been… Building up the courage to come and ask, so we could, you know, maybe help each other out? I don’t know that many people at school, but only now that I saw you together I realised I was smelling him on you”.

“You’re… You’re a werewolf, too?” Minho was slightly incredulous, stepping a bit closer to you. “Is that what I’m smelling on you? A werewolf scent?”

“You can’t tell?” Jisung furrowed his eyebrows, confused, but then he gasped, looking slightly alarmed. “Were you… Were you born as a werewolf at all?”

Minho just shook his head. “Was attacked. Now I’m like this”.

“Oh, God!” Bringing his hands up to his head in alarm, Jisung almost threw his beanie off of his head with the motion. “You have no pack?!”

“Nope. Just have my mum, and my friend here”,  Minho draped his arm over your shoulder, pulling you to him. He’d been doing this often these days, keeping you close to him when someone came too close. You didn’t mind much, but it did make your heart stutter, which you conveniently always decided to ignore.

Regardless, Minho was right in his statement. He didn’t have many friends, he’d had a couple of friends throughout the years but they usually fell through, you were the constant, just like he was your constant. Funnily enough, Jisung also didn’t have many friends, or any at all, so he naturally gravitated towards you two after that day, and, in a way, you liked that. Mostly because he was able to help Minho in ways you never could.

Jisung helped him understand how to take care of himself as a werewolf, how to control certain urges and how to fulfil certain needs. He started joining you two on your Saturday plans, and your father was honestly happy that you were making other friends, too. Sir Percival, on the other hand, had a hard time getting accustomed to the two werewolves coming in and out of the house. He liked Minho enough, because he recognised what he’d done for him–or at least, that was what Minho told you Sir Percival told him–but the addition of Jisung had him a bit on edge.

Especially because, for some reason, Jisung was… Affectionate, to put it simply. He liked to cuddle. A lot. And he would often try to get Sir Percival to cuddle him, or he would try to get Minho to cuddle him, or he would try to get you to cuddle him, and honestly you were usually the only one to cater to his needs, so at some point he started coming to you directly.

You didn’t really mind, but whenever he left earlier than Minho then he also wanted to cuddle, and you never truly understood why, but you let him anyway, mostly because you… Liked cuddling with Minho. As friends, of course. Always friends. Just friends.

So you spent a couple of years like this. With your two werewolf friends, with your mildly grumpy cat, facing the hardships of high school along with the hardships of their supernatural condition. Until Jisung broke the news that he had to move out, because his pack was moving out, and since he was so young he just couldn’t make the decision for himself, he had to leave.

You could still remember the day he left. You cried a bit, you’d admit, even Minho was holding back a few tears as he hugged his friend, just as Jisung offered a ‘this isn’t goodbye, we’ll meet again. I’m sure of it’. And as you saw him walk down the road, Minho pulled you to him, hugging you tightly against him.

“Just you and me again, kitten. What are we gonna do now?”

You just chuckled, pulling away from him a bit to look him in the eyes and wipe some of the tears that were still clinging to your lower lash line. “Kitten, huh?”

“Of course!” Minho said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world for him to use such a pet name with you. “You’re a cat person, aren’t you? And I’m a… Dog-person, heh…”

Groaning, you slapped him in the chest. “That’s such a bad joke, honestly. Why do I keep up with your shit?”

“Because I’m your favourite person in this world”, he swayed your bodies back and forth, waddling you back towards your house. “And I’d be your favourite animal, too, if it weren’t for Sir Percival”.

All you could do back then was laugh, because he was right. He was your favourite person in this world.

‘People usually grow apart, sweetie. It’s a normal thing that happens’, your father had told you once, and you believed him. But funnily enough, that never happened to you and Minho.

Sure, you moved out of your hometown after high school to pursue higher education somewhere else, while he moved out to do exactly the same–his goal of becoming a vet was still one of the most oddly amusing things to you, considering he was close to being an animal himself. You both made new groups of friends, dated different people, took different career paths, but even then, you still kept in touch. Even if you had grown and matured, in essence, you were both still the same.

Minho had finally found a pack of his own, right after he reconnected with Jisung. The second he moved into their den he invited you over and you met his entire new group of friends, his new family, and you couldn’t have been any happier for him. They were all so nice and welcoming, and you quickly found out that Minho had become one of the main pillars of his pack, something that, somehow, was and wasn’t surprising in equal parts. 

On one hand, it was because you were so used to Minho The Loner, Minho the boy who only had you and Jisung, that knowing he now had other people to care for was surprising. But on the other hand, Minho was so caring, so protective, there was no doubt in your mind that he’d be able to protect these people well, especially when he cared deeply about them. Just as he had done with you throughout the years.

You two tried to meet at least once a month, and most of the time it was you who drove to his place, staying over in his flat as you recounted anything you hadn’t talked about in the past thirty days, all as Kamen Rider played in the background, a show that Minho was still to this day attached to–and you couldn’t blame him, the thing was entertaining and it didn’t seem like they’d stop pumping seasons anytime soon.

Jisung would join you often, too. Demanding attention and cuddles just in the way only Jisung knew how to, and the rest of his pack soon followed once they warmed up to you.

You could still remember the first day Minho introduced you to his pack’s leader–or ‘alpha’, as they called it. Chris was nice, he greeted you with respect, and Minho had told you after that he was the one who had to ‘allow’ people staying here, even if they were just visiting. So you figured he thought you were nice as well, considering you frequently stayed over.

As the years went by you saw more werewolves join their pack, Seungmin, Felix, Hyunjin, Jeongin, and eventually, even humans as well when Chris got himself a new roommate–his now girlfriend. The last person you saw move in here was Changbin’s roommate, also now his girlfriend, and they all seemed to take care of each other really well, they all worked together to keep their small ecosystem going smoothly, and it was honestly refreshing to see.

It made you feel happy for Minho, who seemed to finally have a full, loving family of his own. Not like his mother wasn’t family, she just didn’t know–or couldn’t know, as Minho put it–what he was, and that, coupled with the fact that she had apparently remarried an asshole–had unfortunately put a bit of a strain on his relationship with her.

“I have news, kitten”, Minho said, plopping himself on top of you on the sofa, not caring in the slightest if he crushed you, the sudden weight on your chest making you groan.

“Can’t breathe”, was all you mustered, so Minho shuffled, laying on his side and wrapping his limbs around your body to pull you closer to him.

“Better?”

“Yeah”, you just sighed, turning to bury your face in his clothed chest. “So, news?”

“Yes”, Minho rubbed his cheek on the top of your head, and you could’ve sworn you heard him mumble a ‘God, you still smell like Jisung’ before he cleared his throat and continued talking again. “Remember how we always talk about the monthly camping trips and how I’ve always wanted to take you and you’ve always wanted to come, but Chris’ never let us because ‘it’s too dangerous’?” He added the last bit with a poor imitation of Chris’ voice, making you laugh.

“Yeah, how could I not remember”, you couldn’t help yourself from inhaling deeply, getting lost in the smell of Minho’s fabric softener, on the smell of his body wash, on his natural scent, and–God, you really shouldn’t let your thoughts wander like this, not when he was this close, not when you knew you liked your friend… More than a friend.

You’d always known. How you felt towards Minho. Even if you’d dated other people, you’d always known. You always just tried to ignore it. But these days, whenever you met after spending long periods of time apart, you just couldn’t stop your mind from wandering into that dangerous territory… Into the What-Ifs. What if I told him? What if I kissed him? What if he kissed me? What if we fu–

“Well, I’ve finally gotten him to agree”, the smile was almost audible in his voice, and it made you pull away from his chest to look him in the eyes.

“Really?!”

“Really, really”, Minho’s hold around your body tightened even more. “So, hope you can get your friend Mar to take care of Sir Percival for a bit. I don’t think he’d like being surrounded by nine wolves”.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought. “Oh, he’d hate it. He’s too old for that. So when’s this trip of yours?”

“In a couple of weeks, you think you can make it?”

“Hm. I’ll make it”.

“When you said you went camping every month, this wasn’t what I had in mind”, you couldn’t help but say the moment you pulled up into the house, or should you say mansion? “This place is huge”.

“Did you think we were literally sleeping in the woods?” Seungmin yawned, rubbing sleep from his eyes when you turned to look at him from the passenger’s seat.

“I mean, isn’t that what camping is? Whose house is this anyway?”

“Chris’”, Minho replied simply as he started parking. “It’s the only thing his grandparents left him after they passed. Since he had a pack of his own, they figured it’d be useful. And it is, but it’s also a pain to upkeep”.

As soon as Minho was parked, Seungmin and you stepped out of the car and opened the boot, taking out the many bags and backpacks from there so you could get them into the house. Changbin’s and Chris’ cars arrived right after, and soon enough, everything was placed securely within the living area or in the kitchen–the latter exactly where you were in right now, getting the many containers of food into the refrigerator with Minho, just as Hyunjin busied himself washing an assortment of cups, plates, and glasses.

“Which room can I take?” You asked once everything was put away in its place.

“You’re staying in mine”, Minho replied simply, chewing on a piece he’d taken off of a baguette.

“And where will you be staying?”

Minho blinked slightly, swallowing the food in his mouth. “In my room. You’re staying with me”.

“What?” It wasn’t like you hadn’t slept within the same room as Minho before, you’d done it plenty of times. But since your… Acceptance of your feelings, you weren’t sure you’d be able to share such an enclosed space without losing your sanity–or worse, confessing your feelings.

“One of Chris’ conditions”, Chris’ girlfriend explained from where she was sitting on one of the kitchen stools, taking a sip of her glass of water.

“Can’t I stay with you?” You asked her, pouting slightly.

“Not unless you want to sleep with me, too”, Chris chimed in as he stepped into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around his girlfriend’s waist just as she offered him a bit of her water, which he immediately took a sip of.

“Why wouldn’t you want to stay with me? I’m offended”, Minho said in a mock hurt tone, serving himself a glass of water as well. “Besides, wouldn’t recommend staying with these two. They’ll surely fuck even if you’re there”.

“Hey!” Chris was also clearly pretending to be offended, bringing a hand to clutch his chest. “I can behave”.

“Baby, you and I both know that’s not true”, his girlfriend chuckled, patting him on the chest as she made her way to the sink to give Hyunjin her glass.

“I can!”

“Christopher, darling, dear angel, don’t lie to yourself like this. You’d have one look at our dear mother’s child bearing hips and you’ll lose it”, Minho pointed at him, trying to sound like those cheap ‘life coaches’ on social media. “It’s okay to admit you have a problem, we’re here for you”.

Chris gasped, bringing a hand to his mouth. “For the record, I don’t have a problem–”

“That’s right, you don’t”, Chris’ girlfriend added, with a teasing smile on her lips. “You’re just shameless”.

“That I am. I mean, can you blame me? Just look at your hips… At your everything, damn…” Chris gave his girlfriend a look from head to toe, staring for maybe a bit too long, until his girlfriend mustered a ‘see? Shameless. Utterly remorseless’, making him snap out of his trance, bringing a sheepish smile to his face. And then, finally, he turned to you. “Minho’s right. You’re better off staying with him. With that being said, let’s get everything ready, the sun will set soon”.

As it turned out, ‘getting everything ready’ meant making sure there were plenty of robes ready by the back entrance where the pack would come back through, filling an insane amount of jugs with water, and having the food ready for them to just pop into the microwave once they were back. Jeongin, Felix, Changbin’s girlfriend, and Minho got busy with this, while the rest of you took the reminder bags that were left in the living room to each room.

You left your belongings and Minho’s for last, and when you opened the door to his room you could’ve almost fainted. There was one bed. You were going to have to share this bed with Minho for at least two nights and you honestly weren’t sure how you were going to survive that. On one hand, that meant you’d get to cuddle, one of your favourite activities to do with your best friend. On the other hand, you’d get to cuddle, which was the worst thing you could do when you were harbouring feelings for said best friend.

For the time being, you decided to ignore this, since the sun was setting and the pack would surely leave soon. So you left your bags there, and made your way back downstairs to find everyone already going through the back door to the backyard. 

Minho spotted you right as he was taking his shirt off, a sight you certainly didn’t need, but you wouldn’t shy away from anyway. “Ready for your run, doggy?”

Minho scoffed, unbuttoning his trousers. Your eyes followed the movement, and your face went serious immediately. Thankfully–or regretfully, you couldn’t decide–he left them on. “Don’t look at me like that, kitten. I might think you want to see me naked”, he was only teasing you, just like he always did, but he was so close to the truth you were finding it incredibly hard to not look guilty. “When was the last time you saw me in my wolf form?”

“Uhhh…” You honestly couldn’t recall, or maybe it was hard to when you were too focused on not looking at his chest. “Probably before we finished high school? Which, now that I think about it, is kinda weird, isn’t it? It’s been a long time. Why do you ask?”

“‘Cause… I don’t think you’d be calling me a doggy if you’d seen me recently”, whatever response you had for that got caught in your throat as soon as you saw his eyes shift, turning from that brown you knew so well to golden, glowing a bit more intensely the more the sun set.

Minho stared at you, right in the eyes with his golden ones. It lasted probably just a few moments, but it felt like an eternity, until he finally spoke again, a bit slower than usual and with a low tone that had the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end. “I’m gonna take these off”, he took a hold of his zipper, and it was almost as if he was challenging you to keep looking. But ultimately, you were a coward, so you turned around.

You heard the characteristic sound of the zipper opening up, then you heard the rustling of fabric, and finally, you started to hear the pops and cracks you’d come to know as the sounds of his human body shifting into his wolf form. Soon enough, you started to hear the same sounds all around the backyard, and you knew the rest were also doing the same.

After a while, you felt warmth behind you, not really on you, but close enough for you to feel the huffs of breath against your back, so you turned around, coming face to face with your best friend. And you honestly weren’t prepared.

You’d seen Minho in his wolf form plenty of times in the past, but admittedly you hadn’t seen him since you entered adulthood, much less with this golden glow in his eyes. His fur was the same, the same shade, the same pattern, but he’d grown. In his human form, Minho wasn’t really considered a tall man, but like this, he was certainly bigger than any wolf you’d ever seen, and you couldn’t stop your eyes from going wide in surprise and a soft ‘wow’ from leaving your lips.

In his eyes, you could almost see his amusement, almost as if he was laughing at your reaction. Coming close to you, Minho nudged your hand with his nose, and you immediately brought that same hand to his head, petting him, scratching behind his ear affectionately, and a smile immediately made its way onto your face. “You’re still a doggy to me, you know?”

Minho huffed, somewhat annoyed, you figured. Giving your hand an affectionate lick, he turned around walking towards the rest of his pack that were already gathering by the edge of the woods. Suddenly, you felt warmth close again, and you gasped as an even bigger wolf walked past you. Chris, probably, since his girlfriend was walking right behind him, and she stopped next to you to look at the rest.

Once Chris reached the edge of the woods, he turned around, pacing a bit, getting the full attention of his pack of wolves. As soon as he was seemingly satisfied with their positions, he howled, triggering a chain of howls from the other wolves, until finally he turned back towards the woods and took off, the rest following soon after.

And just like that, they were gone.

“Well, just you and me for a few hours, then”, Chris’ girlfriend turned to you, giving you a small smile. “Wanna hang out here, or you prefer chilling on your own?”

You gave her a smile in return. “Let’s hang out”.

The moment the pack came back, it was all a blur. The group was usually chaotic, but it seemed like the run had made them even more so. Everyone’s eyes were glowing golden, some more intensely than others, but they were, and they explained to you that it was the influence of the moon, that it’d probably wear off once they all calmed down or by the time the sun was back up in the sky.

The kitchen was crammed with everyone trying to get themselves stuffed full of food. It was all heartwarming, in a way. Very homely, just like any time you’d seen them all interact together, and they even made their best efforts to keep you included in the conversation, which you appreciated immensely.

At some point, Minho left the group, only to return a handful of minutes later, out of his robe and into his usual pyjamas–a loose vest top and loose shorts. The second he stepped into the kitchen, he shushed everyone, bringing the attention to him, just as he brought his hands up.

“Time to pay up, losers. Mummy and Daddy are fucking”.

There was a mix of groans and cheers, and it was only then that you noticed that Chris and his girlfriend weren’t there. They’d never come to the kitchen at all, and you couldn’t help but laugh as you saw the group exchange tenners, until finally Minho, Jisung, Changbin, and Felix split the jackpot.

“Man, I really had hopes for them”, Changbin’s girlfriend commented as she took a sip of her drink, giving Changbin a dirty look as he waved his winnings on her face.

Felix snorted at that. “Please, did you see how Chris was running towards the end of the run? I knew we’d won immediately”.

The rest of the evening went on like this, joking, talking, just overall having a good time, and by the time Chris appeared in the kitchen to get two plates of food, looking as if he had just won Millionaire, only Felix, Seungmin, Minho, and you were left.

“Gonna go to bed”, you murmured to Minho just as Seungmin started teasing Chris about his escapade.

“Going with you”, his eyes were still glowing, and by now he was probably the only one whose eyes were still glowing–you couldn’t really tell, since some of them left earlier before the effects of the moon had worn off.

As you made your way upstairs, and freshened up for bed, you were reminded of your earlier predicament. The shared bed. Honestly, by now, you were so tired you could hardly care at all. You’d push through, just like you always did.

Tucking yourself into the covers you let out a sigh, enjoying the soft sheets on your exposed limbs, waiting for your roommate for the night to come back from his trip to the toilet. You’d push through, you reminded yourself. Minho was your friend. Your best friend. You’d slept with him a million times, it’d be fine.

As soon as the man in question made it back to your room, he switched off the light and plopped himself on the bed, making it bounce slightly, and you couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“So, did you have fun with our dear pack mother? Was coming to our ‘camping trip’ what you’d expected?” Minho wiggled under the covers, turning to look at you.

“I did have fun with her, she’s nice”, you regarded him with a smile. “It wasn’t exactly what I expected, but wow if it isn’t an experience, huh?”

“It is”, Minho chuckled, smiling so wide you could barely see his eyes, but that little bit of them that you did get to see was still glowing gold, and you just had to comment on it.

“Why are your eyes still glowing?”

Minho shrugged, moving a bit closer to you. “A lot of werewolf shit going on right now with the moon, it’ll go away eventually”.

“Mm”, was all you could muster before you yawned, stretching your limbs a bit only to turn to your side, away from Minho. “Gonna sleep now, g’night”.

“Aww, c’mon”, you felt Minho move, and then you felt warmth, warmth on your back where he was almost pressing his chest to, and warmth on your waist where he had thrown his arm to wrap around you. “Let’s cuddle a bit, kitten. Hm? Pretty please?”

“Ugh, get off, you big dog. You’re too warm”, you couldn’t help but whine. Contradicting your words, though, you took his hand that was lying around your waist and clutched it to your chest, keeping him in place.

Minho noticed, because of course he did, so he chuckled, clearly amused, further pressing his chest to your back. “Let go of my hand, then. So I can move away”.

You were silent for a bit, softly running your thumb on his palm. He let you, just like he always did. “Don’t wanna…” 

It was warm, he was warm. He always was, he’d always been since the day he turned, but even if it was stupidly warm under the thin covers, you still wanted him close to you. Because Minho was comfort, he was safety, and tonight you wanted just that, even if you would turn into a puddle of sweat right then and there.

“Mmm…” Minho’s hum vibrated against your shoulder, where he had been keeping his mouth pressed since he moved closer to you. It wasn’t uncommon for you two to be this close, you cuddled often. Platonically. Or at least, you were convinced it was platonic.

There was always that tiny voice in your head telling you to yank the cork you had stuffed in your heart, to let your true feelings free, but what if you did and Minho didn’t feel the same way about you? Your friendship might be ruined. Although, realistically, you knew Minho wouldn’t treat you any differently, he was that type of person, and you’d probably get over your feelings after that imminent rejection.

“Lift your head up a bit”, Minho said suddenly, so you immediately did as asked, feeling as he sneaked his arm under your neck, curling around your frame to pull you even closer to him, admittedly turning your heartbeat up a notch. “You think Sir Percival’s doing alright?” His lips brushed on your shoulder with each word, and your body was quickly betraying you, goosebumps rising under his touch and heat quickly pooling in the pit of your stomach with just the mere feeling of his lips on your skin.

Swallowing thickly, you gathered your bearings, answering as steadily as you could. “Mar sent me a picture of him earlier. Wanna see?”

“Mmm… I do”, his hold on you tightened the slightest bit. “But your phone’s too far away. Don’t want you to move from here…”

“Always so needy, huh?”

Minho chuckled at that, moving a bit so he could talk in your ear, almost whispering. “Bold of you to say, when your heart’s about to leap out of your chest, huh kitten?”

Caught red-handed. Curse his supernatural hearing… Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath, trying to ease all the different burning sensations coursing through you–nervousness, anticipation, lust–they felt like so many it was really hard to tell exactly which one was the most prominent. You had the full intent to reply, something snarky to get him to shut his mouth, but your mind suddenly went blank when you started to feel Minho’s lips on your skin again, pressing slow, tender kisses on your shoulder, and the motions had you tightening your hold on his hand that you were still keeping close to your chest.

The action wasn’t uncommon, either. Just as you cuddled often, you also kissed like this often. Platonically.

Platonically… Right? Was it platonic? It must be, you were just friends after all. Best friends. The bestest of friends.

“You know… Maybe Chris was right”, Minho mumbled between kisses after a while.

“About?” 

“It… Is dangerous for you to be here”.

You couldn’t help but scoff. “Why would it be? I’m fine. Nothing’s happened”.

“Mm… Yet”, Minho’s mouth travelled from your shoulder to your nape, leisurely kissing there, too, and your brain was close to shutting off completely. “The moon… Guess I… Underestimated what it’d do to me with you here”.

He was being a bit cryptic, which wasn’t uncommon when he talked about his lycanthropy, so you wanted to inquire further. “Minho?”

“Mm?” With a deep intake of breath, Minho sighed, almost in the same way you sigh after getting a whiff of your favourite meal, and the action had saliva pooling in your mouth. “Shit, you never believe me when I say it, but you do smell good, kitten. Always do…”

The shiver that ran up and down your spine was impossible to miss. Minho always told you that, you always brushed it off as him teasing you, playing with you, but right now, with how low his voice was, with how deep it got, you couldn’t help but believe him. 

“You know you… Are my favourite person in this world, right?” He murmured against your skin, and the featherlight touch of his lips had your head spinning a bit.

So you decided to poorly attempt to divert the conversation. “What about Jisung?”

Minho chuckled softly, further pressing his chest to you, holding your thumb in his fist as you still kept his hand to your chest. “Completely different feelings”.

“How so? Isn’t he also your friend?”

Minho was quiet for a while, just mindlessly pressing kisses on your skin, until finally, he removed himself from your space, removing his hand from your tight hold with ease, only to push on your shoulder to get you to lay on your back as he hovered over you, propped up on his elbow. The sight of his glowing golden eyes had you almost shivering as he stared deeply into your eyes. That look was raw, intense, and your heart truly felt like it was about to leap out of your chest when he looked at you like this.

“You’re much more than a friend to me. You know that, right?”

You just looked back at him, holding his gaze as best as you could. And as you struggled to do so, you were reminded that, at the end of the day, Minho was still a predator, and even if you trusted him with your life, your body would have a natural, instinctual reaction to his stare. Ultimately, you couldn’t help yourself from moving your gaze away, focusing instead on that mouth of his, on his pouty lips that had plagued your dreams for nights on end, slightly chapped tonight but still just as delectable looking as ever.

“Kitten…” Minho was trying to get your attention back to his eyes, but you just didn’t want to look away, enjoying the way his lips moved with every word that came out of his mouth. “Why are you… Why are you looking at my mouth?”

If there was one certain thing in this world was that Lee Minho was going to be straightforward at any given moment, and this moment–whatever the moment was–was clearly no exception to that rule.

You didn’t say anything right away, just absentmindedly licked your lips as you shamelessly stared, catching the sight of his Adam’s apple bobbing in your peripheral with the movement. “Just thinking…”

“About?”

“Things I should not be thinking about”.

The tension was palpable. Or were you imagining it? It certainly felt tense to you, but not in an uncomfortable way. You could see how taut his body was as he hovered over you, and as you kept looking at his lips, there was nothing you wanted more than for Minho to make a move. Or should you make a move instead? Maybe you should. But would you be able to deal with the consequences of that? Maybe not. 

It was then, when you were having that struggle within yourself, that you saw his lips move, that you heard him. It was only a whisper, but you were sure you heard him, the sound registering a second too late, a quiet ‘fuck this’ before his lips were on yours, and you couldn’t help the embarrassing sound that escaped your mouth the second his skin made contact with yours.

Heat spread quickly within you, your mouth moving on instinct to match Minho’s almost desperate movements. Even if his lips were slightly chapped, that was the last thing you could care about, you’d get them moist, that was no problem at all. Moving a hand to the back of his head you pulled him further into you, revelling in the groan that escaped his throat the moment your nails lightly scratched his scalp.

Shuffling a bit above you, one of Minho’s legs found its way between yours, his thigh pressing against your core to add the tiniest bit of delicious pressure where you were desperate to feel him most, all as he sneaked his tongue into your mouth. If you were letting out the most embarrassing noises, you didn’t care, not when you could feel him hard and warm against your stomach, not when all you cared about was Minho and his hands on your thigh and his tongue in your mouth and his lips on your own.

“We should…” Minho started to talk, all between pecks of his lips, and it honestly didn’t seem like he wanted to stop kissing you at all. “Should talk about this”.

“We should”, you agreed, also refusing to stop kissing him, starting to shamelessly grind yourself against his thigh, the groan that left his lips as soon as you did adding to that desperate need in your gut. Your hands found their way under his shirt, feeling him up. His lower back, his abdomen, his ribs, his chest, and your touch made him shiver slightly.

Detaching himself from you for a second, Minho took a hold of the back of his shirt, tugging it off of him, only to immediately return his mouth to yours, kissing you desperately, eagerly, the bed sheets pooling back behind you two with the motion. Your hands roamed his body, hungry to feel him. It wasn’t like you had never touched him before, but never had you touched him like this, so intimately, so needy.

“Stop me”, Minho pleaded as his lips attached to your neck, sucking and nibbling on your skin, eliciting whines from your mouth, his hand travelling all the way from your thigh to your ribs, holding you tightly in place.

“No”, you replied confidently, because you genuinely didn’t want to stop, not when you finally had a handful of his bum in your hand, not when it all felt so right, so easy, and natural.

“Shit… You… Want this?” His lips returned to yours, almost stealing the air straight out of your lungs with the sheer intensity of his kiss.

“Want you. Only ever wanted you, Minho”.

Minho groaned, his hips lightly bucking into you as soon as your confession reached his ears. “Talk later?” 

“Later”, you nodded in agreement, slightly breathless as you felt him tug on your top, removing it from your body. You could talk about it later. You didn’t want to stop now, not that you knew how his lips on you felt like, how his weight on you felt like.

As soon as your top was off your body Minho’s hands were on your tits, kneading the supple flesh with his hands. “You’ve got no idea how much I’ve wanted to do this, fuck… These pretty tits of yours, shit…” His fingers started to tease and tweak your nipples, making you whine against his mouth, making you further press against his thigh. “Sensitive here, huh?”

“Minho, I swear to a God that doesn’t exist, if you don’t get my tits in your mouth right now…”

“Don’t boss me around”, removing himself from your space again, Minho hooked his fingers under the waistband of your shorts, taking them down and off your legs along with your underwear. Slotting himself between your legs, his fingers found your core, lightly teasing your clit just as he swore under his breath. “If you boss me around you’ll trigger my alpha instincts, is that what you want?”

“What if that happens–” Your words died on your tongue as soon as he started drawing circles on your clit. You couldn’t help but moan, bringing a hand to your mouth to try and muffle yourself as much as you could, considering the rest of his pack was also in the house. 

“Don’t act all innocent on me now, huh? You know exactly what I’d do. And I bet you’d love it, too”, regardless of his pretence banter, his lips closed around one of your nipples, licking your sensitive bud into his mouth, the motions sending sparks of pleasure right down to your core just as he dipped a finger into your entrance.

Minho’s attention on your chest coupled with his digit moving in and out of your core had your mind soaring, had your mind suddenly blank of anything other than him and you on this bed in this room. The more his tongue licked your skin, the more his teeth nibbled your chest, the more fingers he stuffed into you, the more you wriggled under him, whining desperately under his motions. Your hands held onto the bed sheets and his hair to try and keep your mind in the moment, all as you tried your best to not let a single sound out of your mouth louder than you should.

When he was four fingers deep into your cunt, when his thumb started to draw circles on your clit, you just couldn’t wait anymore. You were on the edge of your orgasm and you were feeling desperate for it, but you also had the intense need to feel him within your walls, for him to stretch you with all of him, so you reached for his crotch as best as you could in this position, feeling him up, and your eyes snapped open just by the feel of it.

Minho’s lips released your nipple with an obscene sound, all for him to further buck into your hand as he looked into your eyes, his brows furrowing slightly and his teeth sinking on his bottom lip to muffle a groan. It wasn’t like you hadn’t felt him before. There had been occasions… Occasions you both had silently decided to ignore, times when you might’ve woken up cuddled up, and he was suffering the effects of morning wood, but you never let yourself dwell on it too much. Now, though, and enhanced by the fact that he clearly wasn’t wearing anything under his shorts, you were able to feel him completely, and you felt saliva suddenly pool in your mouth.

“Minho…” Swallowing thickly, you tried to feel as much of him as you could. “You… I mean…”

“It’s just… One of those alpha things, you know? Why do you think I got four fingers into you right now, kitten?” He emphasised his words by hammering his fingers harder into you, making you whimper. “Trying to get you ready. Don’t wanna hurt you”.

“Fuck… Is this what turning before puberty did to you?” With shaky hands, you hooked your fingers on the waistband of his shorts, the pace of his fingers slowing down a bit as Minho curiously eyed you. There was some resistance, but when you finally got the garment down enough, you almost whimpered at the sight. “Shit… Even your cock’s pretty, huh Minho?”

Minho chuckled at that, slightly incredulous, but you noticed the blush that spread over his cheeks, and you couldn’t have felt more satisfied. Wrapping your hand around his length, you let out an appreciative hum, stroking him leisurely, enjoying the heavy feel of it in your hand. And before you could say anything else, Minho was back on you, kissing you eagerly, hungrily, making you breathless with his tongue in your mouth and his fingers in your cunt.

“Want you…” Was all you could mumble between kisses, relishing the groan that escaped his mouth as you did.

“Shit, wait”, Minho pulled his fingers out of you, moving away from your mouth to look at you. “There are no condoms in this house”.

The alarm was apparent in his voice, and it rubbed off of you. “You got all kinds of supernatural shit here and you got no condoms?”

“We don’t come to this house to fuck, babe. What do you want me to say?” Minho chuckled, moving away from your space altogether. The sudden lack of his body heat was unpleasant, you wanted it back, desperately. Which was probably why you spoke your next words.

“Are you clean? I am. Haven’t had sex since we went to that place to get tested like… Dunno, months ago”, the implications of your question hung in the air, and Minho’s mouth went slack.

Swallowing, he brought his hands to your thighs, softly caressing your skin. “I am. Also haven’t had sex since then”.

“In that case if you… Uh… If you don’t mind then we can… If you want… You know”, Minho knew you had an implant. Hell, Minho practically had your menstrual cycle memorised, he was the one to save you multiple times throughout High School when you didn’t even know your period would come, always keeping extra pads for you just in case. And even in present day, he had gone with you to get the damn thing put in a handful of months ago, so of course he knew.

If there was anyone in this world that knew anything about you was Minho. Your best friend Minho. Your best friend Minho who you were about to let fuck you raw. And the thought had your mouth watering, you’d admit.

“Shit, are you being serious right now?” Minho leaned into you, and you couldn’t help but take a deep breath as you felt the tip of his length on your bare skin, just as he looked you in the eyes. You nodded, you didn’t think you’d ever been more serious about something in your life than right now. 

“Holy–Am I dreaming or what? Damn… You… Shit…” Taking a hold of his length, he lined himself with your entrance, making you tense in anticipation as you felt his bare skin on yours. “Gonna go slow, okay? Don’t wanna hurt you, hm?”

Minho took his time, going in slowly, letting you adjust to him, and you couldn’t help but furrow your brows at the stretch, biting your lip to suppress a whimper. “Shh, it’s okay…” He mumbled against your cheek, pressing soft pecks on your skin. “Breathe, baby…”

“Mmm, baby…” You mindlessly mumbled back, trying to focus on the feel of his lips on your skin instead of the sting between your legs.

“You like that? Me calling you baby, huh?”

“I do–” Your breath caught in your throat when you felt Minho’s hips flush against you, when he bottomed out, swallowing almost loudly at how full you felt. “Maybe embarrassingly so…”

“No need to feel embarrassed, kitten. I like calling you baby, too”, he looked you in the eyes, taking you in. Slowly, you saw how the golden glow of his eyes dissipated, leaving his brown irises behind. Bringing a hand to cup your cheek, his thumb softly caressed your skin, and you suddenly felt yourself flush under his heavy gaze. “You’re so gorgeous, huh? And cute. Pretty. Always… Only ever wanted you, too”.

“You did?”

“Hm… Still do”, he confirmed before leaning in, pressing his lips to yours to kiss you again, slowly, sensually, and you couldn’t help but clench around him when he did, making him chuckle for a moment as you kissed.

You just held onto him, caressing the planes of his back, feeling the goosebumps that rose on his flesh under your touch. Even when you could feel his bare skin against yours, his bare skin within you, you couldn’t even believe this was real, it was happening. You were lying here, with your best friend’s cock buried deep within your walls, kissing him, and your mind was almost spinning, dizzy with that realisation. 

You needed Minho to move. If he didn’t move soon you feared you might actually die right there out of the intense need you felt for him, so you rolled your hips, murmuring a soft ‘move, babe’ against his lips. So he did, starting a slow, borderline teasing pace, working you up, letting you get used to the movement.

“Fuck, I like when you call me babe, too”, he looked you in the eyes, picking up his pace. “Love the way your cunt’s hugging my cock, baby, so good… Been dreaming about this, too, you know? How you would feel, and it’s so, so much better than I could’ve ever imagined”.

“You–You were?”

“Mm, I was”, sitting back on his heels, Minho threw one of your legs over his shoulder, the change of angle made it so his cock grazed that sensitive spot within your walls, making you curl your toes and see stars with each thrust of his hips, and the second his thumb pressed on your clit, you knew you were too far gone, panting heavily at the onslaught of sensations that Minho was bestowing upon you.

“Promise I’ll go harder later, hm? I know you want that, for me to ruin you”, you didn’t think you could flush further, but you felt heat on your face, and your belly tightening with the words that came out of his mouth. “But I want it like this now, kitten. Wanna enjoy you like this. Is that okay?”

His thumb on your clit sped up, and you almost choked on your words with the sudden change, even when he was still thrusting slow, but deep. You simply nodded, eagerly, holding his gaze confidently as that knot in the pit of your stomach got tighter with each and every one of his motions. “Just want you…” was all you could muster as your hand reached to softly caress his abdomen, feeling his muscles tightening and relaxing with each thrust.

“Mmm… So beautiful”, removing his thumb from your clit he brought it to your lips. “Lick it, baby. Make it as wet as you can for me, hm?” So you did, coating the tip of his thumb in your saliva only for him to return it to your clit, for him to start quickly rubbing circles on your sensitive bud, making you throw your head back with the sudden onslaught. 

“Minho, babe… Please, want to…” 

“Come on, baby… Give it to me, wanna feel you…” With a few more flicks of his thumb on your clit, you finally came, bringing your hand to your mouth so you could muffle the desperate moans that were about to come out of your mouth, relishing the heat you felt course through your body as Minho kept fucking into you.

With the effects of your orgasm, the rhythm of his hips was becoming more and more erratic, his face contorting in pleasure as he chased his own release. Reaching for the hand he kept on your pubic bone after you came, you placed your hand on top of his, bringing his attention back from where he had been looking at his cock disappearing between your walls to your eyes. “Want you to come on me, wanna feel you, please…”

“Shit, kitten…” Taking a hold of your hips, Minho held you tightly, giving you a diluted taste of that strength you knew he had but he was holding back on, of that strength you were surely going to beg him to release on you later, just as he gave a few more thrusts, working himself up closer to his climax.

In one final swift movement, Minho pulled out of your heat, wrapping his hand around his length and bringing himself to completion right on top of your abdomen, and, biting on his bottom lip to dampen obscene sounds of his own, he finally came, thick ropes of his cum soiling your torso, all the way from your navel to your tits. It was so much, you knew werewolves were biologically different from human males, but you were surprised at the amount, the sudden warmth making your head spin, making you wonder how it would feel when he came inside of you, in your cunt, in your mouth… 

Breathing heavily, Minho looked down at you, his eyes raking your form, covered in his seed, a flush settling all the way from his chest to his neck. Immediately, he was on you, kissing you deeply, mumbling words of ‘so, so pretty covered in my cum, so pretty…’ between pecks of his lips that had you flushing impossibly further.

Moving away from you, he took a hold of the first garment he could find, using it to wipe his cum off of your body, throwing somewhere right after only to finally plop down next to you, still panting a bit and staring at the ceiling. You did pretty much the same, lying there staring at the ceiling, but you did reach for his hand, interlocking your fingers with his, revelling in the way he held yours tightly in his, just as a comfortable silence fell between you two.

After a while, Minho spoke. “Did you mean it?”

You turned to him, looking at his side profile, looking at the relaxed expression on his face. “Mean what, baby?”

“Only ever wanted me?” Minho turned to you, with a soft smile on his lips, giving your hand a squeeze.

You felt yourself blush, but you smiled at him regardless. “Mm… Only you, baby”.

“Me too”, letting go of your hand, Minho pulled you into his arms, hugging you tightly against his chest, and you could only melt into his embrace, inhaling deeply, basking in his presence. “I’m glad you came with us today. Was a bit worried at first, but now… Now I’m super glad you came, honestly…” He mumbled against your hair, and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“You’re just happy you got laid”, you were joking of course, teasing him a bit as you caressed his back.

Minho laughed at that, bringing a hand to your rear to fondle one of your buttcheeks. “Only ‘cause I got laid with you, dummy”.

Chuckling, you draped your leg over his hip, pushing on his shoulder to get him to lay down and for you to straddle him. Looking down at him, your hands dragged all the way from his shoulders to his pecks, squeezing him a bit before they continued their path to his abdomen, the motion bringing a smirk to Minho’s face. “Did you mean what you said earlier?”

“What exactly? I said a lot of things, kitten”, Minho’s hands came to your waist, dragging all the way down after to fondle your hips.

“That you were gonna go harder later?”

“You do want me to ruin you, huh? Shameless”.

You chuckled, shuffling a bit so you could press yourself to his length, and your eyes went wide and your eyebrows rose high on your face. He was hard already, and the surprise must’ve been obvious on your face, because Minho simply shrugged, moving his hands to cup your bum. “You do smell so good, and the full moon is not making it any easier on me, cut me some slack”.

“Minho, babe, listen… And I mean this seriously. It’s important”, Minho went serious, looking at your face intently, giving you his undivided attention. “I need you to fuck me in every possible way you can and more, I’ve been waiting too long. If you don’t I might actually die”.

Minho scoffed, smirking as he tightened his hold on your rear, making you squeal with the sudden movement, with the strength of his hold. “Oh, kitten… Baby, you have no idea what you’ve just asked for. Good luck trying to stand up from this bed tomorrow when I’m done with you”.

Author’s Notex2: if you’re curious as to why Chris looked like he’d just won Millionaire when he came down to the kitchen, you can check out Love is Easy.

if you want to read more of this couple, check out Dog Unleashed.

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Constructive feedback (or even keysmashes, really) is always welcome :)

Minho’s WereRoomies Instalments: Camping With Wolves · Dog Unleashed · Are You There, Wolf?

[thevegandarkelf]

Finding Myself, Finding You: Chapter Five

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TW/CWs for this story--implied/referenced past rape, canonical violence, non-canonical violence, blood, gore, referenced past suicide, swearing, surgery, excessive drinking, nightmares, panic attacks, mention of scars, vomiting, amputation, medical procedures, non-con medical procedures, referenced past medical torture, referenced past drugging, attempted sexual assault, panic attacks, mental health struggles, referenced sibling death, referenced parent death

Each chapter will have its own TW/CWs listed

This story, Lydia Vector, her family & bestie (c) me, TheVeganDarkElf

TWD & its characters (c) AMC & Robert Kirkman, the writer of the comic series

TW/CWs for this chapter--swearing, typical TWD violence (killing walkers), Daryl being kind of mean, mentions of a sex toy, mentions of blood (if you squint, maybe?)

Word count: 2.4k

After some time, Eric brought breakfast upstairs, and we spent probably a few hours there, just chatting and getting to know each other. They told me about how they met, their families, how they ended up in Alexandria. I told them about my family, some of the things I’d seen working in the ER, my best friend on the other side of the country. They also told me more about the other residents of Alexandria. It was nice to just be able to sit back and shoot the shit with other people. To be able to commune with my fellow humans again, to spend hours simply talking with other people--it brought me a feeling of peace that I didn’t know would be possible again in a world like this.

Eventually, there was a knock on their front door, and Eric got up to answer it. Shortly thereafter, there was an additional set of footsteps coming up the stairs.

“Vector!” I heard Rick call out. I cocked my head back as I heard him step into the room.

“‘Sup cowboy?” I asked him. Aaron chuckled softly. “Are my medical services required?” He shook his head.

“I want you to go out on a run with Daryl,” he explained. I felt my breath catch in my throat, and those butterflies from this morning returned and continued their dance in my stomach.

“Hmm-what?” I choked out.

“A short one. I think it’d be good for you to see what they’re like. Since you’re our medic, you won’t really be going outside the walls if we can help it,” he said. I let you a small sigh and nodded.

“Does this mean I can have my weapons back?”

“Yes, they’re all downstairs.”

“Kay, I’ll be down in a sec,” I replied. I felt Aaron place a hand on my shoulder as Rick made his way down the stairs. I grabbed a couple rolls of gauze and pads, as I always like to have some on my person. The rest were left on the nightstand next to Aaron. I looked back over my shoulder and saw him smiling at me. “Don’t say anything. I want to throw up. Now do you remember the medication instructions?”

“Sure do,” he replied. I put my backpack over my shoulders and propped myself up to my feet.

“If you need anything, I should be back soon,” I said, then lowering my voice to a whisper, “wish me luck.”

“You’ll be fine,” he assured. I gave him a small smile before turning and heading down the stairs. I grabbed my weapons off the table, sliding my leg holster back on and putting one of the guns in it. I stopped and thanked Eric for their hospitality before heading outside.

There was no sign of Daryl, so I started making my way to the front gate. As I passed by our place, though, he and Rick came outside.

“The new girl? Ya serious?” Daryl said, clearly irritated.

“She claims to have amazing combat skills,” Rick responded, looking over at me, “let her prove it.” I folded my arms across my chest and locked eyes with Daryl, shoving the flutters back down into my stomach.

“I mean, if you really want, I can prove it right now. Unless you're scared” I smirked, “and don’t worry. When you get bit, I can amputate your foot as well.” Daryl shoulder-checked Rick as he walked past us, his crossbow swaying against his back. I looked back at Rick and gave him an “oh no” face.

“Thoughts and prayers,” I mouthed, crossing my fingers and turning to follow Daryl to the front gate.

I spent the short walk trying not to throw up. My anxiety was through the roof, and I started overthinking about what I would say. A gentle breeze blew through his hair. It looked so soft, which complimented how rugged the rest of his appearance was. Near the front gate, there was a small car waiting for us. I was under the assumption we would be walking, but hopefully, a car meant that there would be a good amount we would be bringing back. I buckled myself up, and once the ok was given to open the gate, we were off. I didn’t know where we were going, but he seemed to. My eyes fell to my rope scars, and feeling triggered, I pulled my knife out and whipped it open, holding the handle and resting it on my leg pointing upwards. I guess Daryl could see it in his peripheral vision.

“I ain’t gonna hurt ya,” he said, keeping his eyes ahead of him.

“I don’t know that,” I replied, looking over at him and eyeing him up and down. He had his left arm resting on the windowsill, right hand on the steering wheel. He looked so calm, like this was just another day for him, like he’d done this a thousand times. Like the world hadn’t completely fallen apart around him. Just the sight of him made me swoon.

“Don’t ya think if I wanted, Id’da done somethin’ already?”

“I guess, yeah.”

There was silence for what felt like ages. Uncomfortable silence. Usually, I wasn’t one to be bothered by such a thing, but this time was different. I wanted to get to know this beautiful human. I wanted to know that he didn’t hate me.

“So…Daryl…what, uh…what did you do…before…before all of this?” He didn’t say a word, didn’t even look at me. I was already kicking myself.

“Well, I guess I’ll talk about myself then. I was literally a month away from finishing my residency, and my brothers were home from deployment. I think the last surgery I did was a skin graft for a burn victim. Uh, my favorite color is blue—“

“Why?” I was surprised to hear anything come out of him, let alone a question that would allow the conversation to continue.

“Oh, uh, I guess I’d never thought about that. Maybe beca—“

“No, why are ya still goin’ on?” I leaned back and stared out the passenger window. That one did sting a little bit. I figured maybe talking about the world before all of this may have been a touchy subject.

“Ooh, do you wanna see my more unique weapon?” If he didn’t want to talk, I thought I could potentially get a laugh out of him. I put my knife away and reached into my bag, moving shit around until I grabbed it and pulled it out. I held it up, making a semi-enthusiastic face.

“The hell’s that?” he asked.

“It’s a vibrator,” I said, smacking the top part against my hand, “it doesn’t work, but you hit ‘em upside the temple with this end, and they’re down. Plus, there’s just something so woman about stabbing a Walker through the eye with a sex toy.” I smiled, hoping maybe he’d at least chuckle or giggle a little. But nothing. I put the vibrator back in my bag, feeling defeated.

After another period of silence that felt like ages, we pulled up to a small pharmacy in the middle of nowhere. It looked rather desolate, so there hopefully wouldn’t be too many Walkers to deal with. I turned to Daryl as he slowly pulled up and put the car in park.

“You’re not much of a talker, are you?”

“Smart girl. No wonder you’re a doctor.” I was a bit taken aback. It was like he was being snide…but also kind of complimenting me at the same time? And I quite liked when he called me “smart girl.”

“I think you should talk more, Daryl.” I swallowed hard before continuing. “I like your voice. I could listen to you talk all day.” I opened my door and quickly hopped out, unsheathing my spear and looking around to make sure the coast was clear. I turned back and looked into the car, seeing him still sitting there, this time staring at me. ”Are you coming or not?” I shut the door and started making my way towards the pharmacy. I heard him get out, close his door, and lock the car.

He stepped ahead of me and pried the sliding doors open just enough for us to fit through. The only light that illuminated the small building was coming in from the front door and the windows around the top. He start slowly heading inside, his soft footfalls hardly making a sound.

“Hold on, I got this,” I whispered. I whistled loudly, the sound echoing off the walls. I heard some shuffling, and a few Walkers appeared from a couple different aisles, slowly sauntering their way toward us.

“Are ya stupid?” Daryl scolded.

“Rick wanted me to prove my combat skills, so that’s what I’m doing,” I explained.

I stepped by him and launched my spear forward at the first one, hitting it square in the forehead. I yanked it out and propped myself up onto one of the shelves to the left, climbing up it like a small ladder and flinging myself over the top to the next aisle. I landed on my feet and whipped around to the next Walker, stabbing up through the bottom of its jaw and through the top of its head. I dropped my spear with it as it fell and ran to the one behind it, taking it out with my knife. Lastly, I ran back to the aisle that was to the right of the one I started in. This last one was a bit taller than me, so I backed up to take a slight running head start. I launched myself into the air and dropkicked the Walker to the ground, using my knife to finish it off. Once I was sure it was finished, I wiped the knife off on this Walker’s shirt and walked back to Daryl. He looked surprised that not only had I finished them off which such speed, but I did it by myself. Before either of us could say anything, another one rounded the corner and started coming at us.

“Oh, looks like I missed one,” I said, turning back to Daryl and making eye contact with him. I threw my knife back over my shoulder, hitting the Walker in the head and hearing their limp body fall to the ground. “You’re welcome.” I smirked and maintained eye contact for a moment. His eyes were the most stunning shade of blue I’d ever seen. I thought for just a second about being flirty and saying that my favorite color is blue because it’s the color of his eyes, but I didn’t have the guts to be that forward. I had already made the comment about his voice, which could be interpreted as flirty, and I didn’t even know what possessed me to do that.

I turned back to retrieve my knife, and he headed over to the opposite side of the building to check for other people who may have been hiding out. I headed to the right side to do the same. Once we knew for sure the coast was clear, we started scavenging for things.

“Aw hell yeah,” I exclaimed, picking up a box off of the ground, “I found tampons!” I heard Daryl make a sound from a few aisles over. I couldn't decipher whether it was a scoff or a chuckle. “Listen, you try bleeding out of a hole in your body every 4 weeks with almost no way to really deal with it. This shit is like gold for women now.” I shoved the box into my bag and grabbed another one that I could see. I heard him putting things into what I guessed was a box that he found. We rummaged around for a bit before I found another thing to be excited about.

“Holy shit, is that a can of soup?” I picked up the lone can of tomato soup and tossed it into my bag. I stood up and got on my tiptoes to look over the aisles. I could see Daryl a couple of aisles away. “Everything looks incredible when you’ve been surviving off of freeze-dried astronaut food for longer than you can remember.” I walked my way over to the actual pharmacy section of the store, hoping I’d be able to scrounge up more painkillers and antibiotics. We got lucky, and I was able to find those things, as well as barbicide, bandages, anti-itch cream, and a myriad more.

I stood up, fanning myself off. It was scorching in there, and there was almost no airflow. The only air coming in was from the front door, which I was nowhere near. My chest was already lifted from the sports bra I was wearing, but I used my forearms to lift them a bit more, trying to get literally any airflow underneath to help myself cool off.

“You wanna know what’s annoying about having breasts, Daryl?”

“Nah, but I’m sure ya gonna tell me anyway.”

“It’s like having two heat packs strapped to the front of your body at all times, and there’s nothing you can do about it,” I explained, “it’s fucking hot up in this bitch.” A bead of sweat dripped down behind my glasses and into my eye.

“Well we about cleared the place out,” he said, coming in through the pharmacy door, “help me grab this.” I nodded and followed him out. He had found four boxes that he used to fill with various items.

“Wow, we really did luck out,” I said, grabbing two of them and stacking them on top of each other, lifting them from the handles of the one on the bottom, “I mean, it’s obvious why.” We started heading back to the car, looking around out the front door to make sure the coast was clear first.

“Why?” He popped the trunk open and set the boxes he was carrying down, scooting over so I could place mine in.

“Because I’m a good luck charm,” I joked, “maybe I should come out on these runs more often. And don’t forget to tell Rick that my combat skills are exactly as good as I say they are.”

For half a second, I swear I thought I saw him blush, just a little, but he turned away too quickly for me to get a good look.

[ambroise-framboise]

Today I present you : The ACCIDENTAL WATCHERIFICATION OF GRIAN au

Aka I’m going back to a beloved trope of mine, accidental deitification but I slap it on my current interest, Hermitcraft.

SO !

We all know the “Grian is a Watcher” AU (well, lots of us do know it, it’s a pretty famous fanon grian thing, be it in fanfics or fanart and such).

Most of the time I see it, it’s a “Grian was a normal player, but got yoinked in Evo by the (evil/neutral/benevolant, choose your favorite flavor) Watchers tm. They (tried to/did) turn him into one. Sometimes he has to escape because they’re Bad, sometimes they’re just annoying. He gets cool powers and eyes, wings sometimes and Purple.”

This is a classic. BUT ! What I am suggesting now is something I haven’t really seen before, which is a shame bc it’s ; interesting, funny imo, and also meta. (If it exists, I missed it oopsies sorry lmao)

What if Grian, after Evo, did NOT become a Watcher bc he got turned into one by them. In fact, the existance of Watchers is debatable here. He might never have actually met one, and their exact role/meaning doesn’t really matter. They might even not exist ! That’s up to you.

Grian, is an avian/shapeshifter whatever, living now on Hermitcraft. He does his little videos, streams, whatever you want to make him a somewhat public figure (like Hermits often are in the mcyt multiverse). What matters is that for SOME reason, people BELIEVE he is a Watcher HIDDING HIS TRUE SELF. And BECAUSE OF THEIR BELIEF he gradually actually BECOMES ONE.

The more he tries to protest, convince them it's not the case, the more they think they're right, and the worse it get (like, he starts to physically manifest Watcher traits (preconceived ones, THE EXISTENCE OF WATCHERS AND WHAT THEY ARE EXACTLY/MEAN BARELY IMPACTS IT, bc his transformation, DEIFICATION is all hinged on players’ belief. Not actual facts.) Anyways, man starts to get the “typical” (aka stereotypical) Watchers traits as times goes on, which only make things worse because SEE SEE, he has the eyes and the purple, clearly they were right !

It would be both a comedy of errors, misunderstandings, coincidences AND some good old horror (body and other kinds), bc Grian DID NOT sign up for this.

Also this is funnily meta because he gets turned into a Watcher by the true watchers, who most of the time don’t realise who/what they are, and the power they hold. It’s a bit of a self-fulfiling prophecy, you see. And Grian is the unwilling puppet dancing to the whims of forces he cannot control.

I gotta write a fic about this, this is a really neat concept. Comedy and horror my beloveds, especially when they go hand in hand.

(If YOU want to write something yourself, or draw idk, feel free to !!! just @ me so I can see it and, like, cry or something about it in the comments.)

This was not supposed to be a meta concept. This was supposed to be a funny “ahah, he got turned into a watcher because of a misunderstanding and the power of belief”. I actually have a fic more or less based on that kind of idea in another fandom, bc I was part of a whole ass event where we used that kind of concept.

I looove the "beliefs of others influence what/who your are" tropes, be it in the positive, negative, literal or not way Shoutout to my fav fanfic of a long long time for having introduced me to that concept (not a HC one, it’s Make a Wish, a HP fic on ffnet from the early 2000s lmao, truly a classic) Pls interact about this, brain is going brrrr and I needed to share it.

(Also this came to be after reading a few fics where someone on HC worships Xelqua/Grian, who is like pls stop I don’t wanna hear your prayers wtf. I thought it’d be funny if they did pray to Xelqua but Grian wasn’t actually a Watcher. And then the potential of The Power of Belief tm hit me like a brick and here we are.)

[saphirreesuccudus]

Hey! I was scrolling through the gta v x reader tag and noticed you’re doing requests! :D I haven’t seen many x reader fics like this and I was wondering if you’d be up to writing a one-shot (maybe) where the reader is the gta v online protag/custom character? The reader would essentially have the same reputation as the online protag (seen as dangerous and kinda insane by the npcs we interact with).

Could it also be a Trevor x fem!reader where the two know each other, nothing too sexual (but definitely inline with Trevor’s character lol)

I think I’ve only seen one or two other fics with the online protag and it’d be fun and interesting seeing your take on them since they’re essentially just the player’s custom character

Thank you!

𝒯𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑜𝓇 𝒫𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓈 𝒳 𝐹𝑒𝓂 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒: 𝐹𝓁𝓊𝒻𝒻

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: 𝐵𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒯𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑜𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝒾𝓂𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 (𝒶 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓉)

You recently moved to San Andreas, you couldn’t afford to move into a tiny apartment that costed more than a hospital bill in Los Santos, so you were stuck getting a tiny trailer in Sandy shores. You tried your best getting used to the neighbors, and the heat of the desert, but being surrounded by drug heads didn’t help, especially the one that lived across from you. You found him interesting nonetheless, you didn’t know if it was how he acted, or if you find him attractive. Probably the first, right? Whenever you looked outside, you’d see him wandering around the front lawn, talking to himself, and he’d even come home either covered in blood or a truck covered in blood.

But you couldn’t keep yourself from finding that a bit attractive, at least he was interesting, and maybe he was a hunter or butcher? Nothing really stood out that made you think it was human blood anyways. Maybe you’re just on edge or being judgemental. You decided you would wake up the next morning and Introduce yourself to him.

The next morning came, leading you to getting ready and heading across the street. The man was sitting on a love seat on the front porch with a cigarette in between his lips.

“Good Morning”

You called out to him.

“Who are you?”

The man asked, taking the cigarette and putting it out, using the bottom of his work boots.

“I’m ___, I live across the street”

You told him.

“Are you Chinese or anything like that?”

He asked, clearly on edge. “I don’t want those fuckers coming in ruining my business” he said, clearly upset this time.

“No, I’m not Chinese”

You told him, you didn’t know what his issue was. Racism was obviously common, but what did he mean by business? And what did they do to his business?

“Well, what’s your name?” You asked him.

“You can just call me T” he said, “‘right sugar?”

He told you, trying to seem more calm, not wanting to scare you off.

“Nice name”

You said. “You mind if I step up on the porch?” You asked

“Go ahead” he said, pushing out a stool for you to sit on.

You headed up, sitting on the stool. It was a lot cooler under the overhang, and you could hear a faint wind chime in the distance. It was pretty calming, which seemed to contrast the owner a lot.

You felt a calloused hand work it’s way onto your thigh, looking over to see who’s hand it was, and of course, it was Trevor’s. The minute he saw he was caught, he moved his hand.

“Anyways, where did you come from?” He asked you.

“I’m from _”

You replied, feeling a bit uncomfortable.

“Oh, really? I see it” he told you

“What do you mean?” You asked him, being confused.

“I heard that place has some of the most beautiful women, am I wrong? Or am I right?” He asked you, hoping you’d get the idea of what he’s trying to stay

“Never heard that, but I guess it’s also depends on a matter of opinions.”

You stated, beginning to fidget with your fingers.

“Damn, can an old man not give a young lady a compliment?” He said, slightly upset.

“Never said you couldn’t, just don’t think you can generalize a whole area. But I’ve seen a few pretty girls”

You replied.

“It’s not that deep sugar tits, I just find you really pretty. And from what I’ve seen, you’re pretty everywhere” he said

“Oh, thank you” you replied. “I don’t think you’re too bad looking yourself”

You told him, feeling him rub at your thigh, reaching to your inner thigh

[scaredoflizards]

Gonna braindump tophabe thoughts because i’m trying to figure them out… don’t mind me.

Some part of my brain wants to explore Topher crushing on Abe through having this very deep insecurity that Abe is too good for him because Abe is so genuine and sweet, then trying to over-compensate by pretending he’s so woke and well-liked to impress Abe so Abe will need him because Topher can’t fathom Abe just wanting to be friends with him, so tries to make himself useful and needed.

Then, when Topher felt that wasn’t enough, also began blackmailing Abe because he’s dysfunctional and doesn’t know how to be normal about wanting someone’s attention and asking them to hang out and was scared Abe wouldn’t need him if he had Joan. To Toph, the idea of someone liking him for being himself is unfathomable. There has to be something the other person can benefit from by keeping him around, or they have to be forced to still talk to him (like through blackmailing) or they won’t interact with him. These insecurities are directly based on past experiences he has had with the other teen clones, but then it becomes a self fulfilling prophecy where he pushes people away by treating them poorly in his attempt to keep them in his life.

Also I hc Topher secretly finding the fact that Abe has gotten called out for being problematic really hot because Topher is masking his own shit to fit in, so the fact that he isn’t much better than Abe (actually he’s worse) makes him feel a sense of solidarity, but seeing Abe face consequences for being himself speaks to that repressed side of Topher that also longs to be himself instead of making his entire identity an “ally” to fit in (and probably have an outlet for his anger because he can justify bullying people online for being problematic, let’s be real).

I think Topher is both aware he has a crush on Abe but also denying and repressing it at the same time because he doesn’t truly believe he has a chance with Abe and isn’t ready to accept parts of his own identity.

I think Abe on the other hand is as oblivious as usual to Topher’s crush, but unlike when Joan had a crush on Abe and would practically confess it over and over while Abe didn’t get it, Topher isn’t going to confess his feelings. He’ll just find excuses to talk to Abe or hang around him even if it’s to be unpleasant because he doesn’t feel he has a shot anyways but at least he can ride on Abe’s back even if Abe finds him annoying, he can use the fact that he is unlikeable to push boundaries to get any attention from Abe.

I think the reason Topher invited Abe to hangout was because he took an immediate interest in Abe when they first met and swapped shoes and Abe showed enthusiasm about learning about Topher’s clone father. It was probably the first time (at least in a long while) someone didn’t look at Topher with disgust and I really think he fell for Abe hard and fast then and there, but it took him a bit to realize that’s what he was feeling towards Abe.

I think Topher would eventually be the one to confess, and I imagine it in a scenario where he’d drive Abe to such a breaking point that Abe would finally try to cut him off for being “toxic” (influenced by Joan because she notices Abe’s lack of boundaries) and Topher would have an internal meltdown about losing Abe from his life so would panic. It’d be a messy confession where he maybe also spills a few fears and insecurities about Abe being this person who he felt was way out of his league.

Abe would be confused at why Topher treated him so bad because he already liked Topher before he started blackmailing him, etc.

I don’t think Abe would know what he feels towards Topher though. I think he does like Topher but never had to analyze his feelings beyond understanding he feels there is good in Topher because he was clearly drawn to him enough to keep hanging around him.

I think Abe’s inability to give an immediate answer would put Topher in a really anxious and fearful position while Abe figures things out. What he feels for Topher is very different than the superficial attraction he had to Cleo or his friendship with Joan. He needs time and space and Topher wouldn’t be good at giving those things now that his secret is out.

Maybe… i’m still tentatively feeling all of this out… i’ll stop there to think on it more. But now I am zzzz

[missnight0wl]

I know I have a bit of a delay in my commentary of the main chapters, but let’s talk about that damn experiment from Y7Ch51 because… oh boy.

Ok, so let’s start from the meeting in the Courtyard when we have Merula come and say this:

But then, not even a minute later, we have this:

And I’m like… Excuse me? I don’t have to convince anyone about anything. You JUST said that Peregrine WANTS me there, so why the hell should I convince him about anything? You, on the other hand, OFFICIALLY JOINED R already, if I recall correctly. I assume what the writers actually meant is that we have to convince Perry and Verucca that the person we bring with us wants to join R (and that’s in fact what we do later), but it doesn’t change the fact that the wording Merula used simply doesn’t make sense – and it’s frustrating that nobody realised it while writing it.

I’d like to say that it’s also shameful that it went through beta readers, but let’s be real: HPHM has no beta readers.

Ok, but let’s move on.

So, I obviously chose Talbott because he’s the one I’d like to interact with the most, but also the one who objectively makes the most sense, in my opinion. I know that the game doesn’t address it, but Talbott’s parents were killed by Death Eaters and Perry is very concerned about Death Eaters. They officially have a common enemy. It’d understandable if Talbott got interested in R’s mission because of that. But that aside, I also want to address Corey here who said this:

And I have to ask: why we’re ignoring Corey’s fascination with Peregrine after their kidnapping? Don’t get me wrong, I do think it was very uncomfortable to witness and I wish it never happened, to begin with. But if it happened already… we could actually use it. Why Peregrine would be suspicious about Corey if Corey was absolutely charmed with him when they met for the first time?

But no! Ever since we left the Shrieking Shack, Corey is only like… the loudest voice against R. And that’s totally fair, considering that they were indeed kidnapped, but again – what was the point of making Corey gush over Peregrine??

And speaking of the Shrieking Shack…

Please, don’t.

Alright so! The absurdity of the whole situation escalated from this point so fast that I’m almost impressed. First of all, when I first saw how they surrounded Perry, I was actually hoping they would use it to tackle him. But no! Because it’d make too much sense, right? None of them thought of stunning Peregrine either. But you know who thought of it?

I seriously screamed when it happened because like… what the hell. Also, I’m sorry, but I’m gonna use it as proof that it was Peregrine controlling Ben back in Y4. You know why? Because outside of the class, we see Petrificus Totalus being used twice: by the Red Cloak and by Peregrine now. Nobody else remembers about this basic spell, even when it’d be EXTREMELY useful. Rakepick didn’t use it in the Portrait Vault, we didn’t use it on Rakepick either back then or before Rowan’s death. I swear, NOBODY ELSE IS CAPABLE OF USING THIS SPELL OUTSIDE OF THE CONTROLLED CONDITIONS. So, it had to be Perry, as simple as that.

Okay, so here’s another important question: who was supposed to be a test subject originally? Because let me remind you, Talbott technically wasn’t supposed to be there. And you know when Perry later says:

When I read it in the datamines, I was certain there are gonna be more people in this scene. But nope. So again, who they wanted to use?

There’s no way Peregrine would sacrifice himself because he quite clearly was expecting that the test subject will suffer during the experiment. Even if Verucca didn’t know it personally, she was probably expecting it, so she would agree to it either. Jacob couldn’t be the test subject if he’s the one using the Crown. So, it leaves us with MC and Merula. And I think that neither option is a perfect explanation.

While I don’t suspect Verucca cares about Merula, as I said, she was probably expecting that the experiment might be dangerous. And I assume that Verucca thinks Merula is more useful if she’s fine and… well, not harmed. So, I don’t think she’d agree to use Merula as a test subject.

Now, when it comes to MC, Peregrine technically said that MC is too valuable to use them as a test subject, but then again… If Perry wanted to use MC that way, it’d explain why he wanted them to be there, to begin with. Because other than that, it doesn’t really make sense. Again, Perry knew the experiment is supposed to end with the subject suffering, so he should also expect that after seeing that, MC wouldn’t want to help him with the Ministry. But… he supposedly needs MC to use the Crown on the Ministry, right? So… was it actually about using MC as a subject instead?

There’s also the third option, though: Merula was told to bring one of MC's friends with them. Now, to be clear, I don’t really think that’s what the writers intended. I suspect that they simply didn’t think it through at all. But that being said, I believe that the third option is the most reasonable interpretation or the way to fix their mistake.

Merula was the one who suggested bringing only one person – which on its own is a pretty damn stupid argument. Peregrine was actively trying to make MC’s friends like him when he met with them at the Three Broomsticks, and he was quite successful with half of them. He also seemed rather happy about it. So, if MC was like:

“Hey, Dad. It turns out that you really impressed my friends. I mentioned accidentally your experiment in front of some of them, and they were like: Wow, of course your dad would come up with such a cool idea. It’s so cool that he wants to fight corruption at the Ministry. He’s just…. SO COOL! And so they wanted to come with me.”

… Perry couldn’t even be suspicious. I mean, he could, but it’d be unreasonable because as I said, he was the one trying to make them like him. So, we really should’ve ignored Merula’s “advice” and simply taken more people. Maybe not all of them, but even three of them would make the whole situation better for us.

It wouldn’t even be the first time R made Merula do something that ended up hurting someone. Remember Ismelda and the Wampus Cat? And how Merula apparently had the courage back then to negotiate with her aunt?

You know... despite her fucking Unbreakable Vow?? It’s almost as if the writers came up with it only recently...

But anyway! Let’s move on!

You can’t enhance something that doesn’t exist, Perry. Don’t you know that?

…

WHO THE FUCK IS XENITH ZEEP?!?!

They did my girl so dirty and now they can’t even spell her name correctly?! 😭😭😭

Seriously, you could even check it on Google…

It’s like… It’s like every chapter nowadays is written by a totally new person each time and they have 10 min to learn what the whole story is about.

For fuck’s sake…

My brain was melting at that point already, but it was the sparkles that killed me. What the hell was that??

*sigh*

Stay tuned for the commentary on our heart-to-heart with Jacob!

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

bprdmyers·:

having paused her steps for a moment, embarrassed, georgie begins moving again, a quick glance over her shoulder offered given that she was walking backward, before she glances back at jack. now, her mind begins to catch up with her, running over his previous comment and causing a smirk to cross her features. “oh, i bet danny would love that. me showing off with a card trick after his failed so spectacularly.” there’s light sarcasm in her tone, though she does like the idea of learning a trick. “i’m in to learn a few tricks sometime. never know when it might come in handy. besides, i’d love to see the look on daniel’s face if he ever came into contact with me again.” though, she doesn’t currently see that interaction being in the cards. if it was, they wouldn’t be sneaking around like teenagers when they certainly weren’t teenagers. sigh escapes her before she becomes distracted by the topic switching back to horror movies. 

“house of wax was.. i was fine through most of it but i can never get that image of that contraption thing that the guy’s head went into to turn him to wax out of my head. that was creepy. never gonna watch that movie again.” she shakes her head before narrowing her eyes slightly. “my bloody valentine wasn’t that bad. i’ve watched it more than once.” though was that because it was a good movie or because she’d wanted to see the actor in the movie? the world may never know. “oh i don’t know, i think i could see you sitting down with some fangirl of yours watching the notebook.” her tone clearly indicates she’s teasing him. somehow, while she didn’t know him that well, she could see him more of the action movie type. “–don’t worry, i’m not a fan of romance movies either. i haven’t seen even the notebook. give me a good spy thriller or superhero movie anyday though.” at least those had action. “i’m supposed to pick only ten and in order?” she looks horrified, how she’d narrow the movies down to the top ten she had no idea. luckily, he wasn’t ask her to name them right now; he was, however, asking her to name one. 

“i can’t– there’s no way i can come up with just one. but i suppose if we’re going for the most satisfying moment, i’d again bring up day of the dead. so let’s go with that for now. which one’s yours?”

               ˜”*°•.       On  multiple occasions  had  he  pictured  the encounter .  Her  talking to  the  Horsemen -  actually  talking , meeting  them .  It’d been  a  familial bound  developing  between  the four  ,  after all  -  the time  spent  around each  other ,  even  if mostly by  hiding ,  enough to  bring  them close .  Evenings  , when  they  could  do  nothing but   go for  tricks  and  rehearsals  while underground  or  well , while  far  from the  public  eye . He’d   even  begun to  get  pretty good  at   Merritt’s hypnosis  skills ,  a real  talent  unraveling if  one  asked him .  While  Merritt ?  He’d  tried to  teach  him the  art  of card  throwing ,  how to  achieve  both speed  and   force . But  nothing  had  seemed  to work .  Henley  and Danny ,  on  the other hand ,  had  very much  developed  their own  kind  of closeness  -  taken  it to  quite  an extra  level , which …  even though  was  not necessarily   a bad  thing ,  they could  only  hope it’d  last ;  extra drama  not  exactly affordable  at  the moment .

At  her  response  to  the  house of  wax  movie , he  only  nodded . ❝ Yeah,  it was  pretty  creepy actually  . ❞  Just  like many  others  he  had  been lucky  -  or unlucky  -  to watch .  ❝I  think I’d  just  have  taken  that said  fangirl’s  wallet much  before   the   movie  was over  actually . ❞  A  negligible  shrug was  offered  -  tone  a little  bit  too casual .  But  still ,  it  was  interesting to  think  about it .  Would  he have  sat  down to  watch  the  notebook  if  Georgie had  asked  him to  ?  Perhaps . He’d  stolen  from her  once  already , after  all .  No  fun  in  doing  it  a  second time .  ❝But  really,  good spy  thrillers  ?  Don’t  tell me  you  are  into  the whole  crime  theme  too . ❞ Which was  mostly  a tease  really .    

At  her  words,  he kind  of held  back  a  small laugh ;  it’d  been fun .  Watching  her try  to  pick just  one  movie . And  yet ,  she’d  done  it . She’d  chosen  just one ;  the  challenging task  now  redirected , tossed  his  way instead . ❝ Not necessarily  my  favorite one ,  but  Get  Out…  I’d been  kind  of just  trying  to understand  what’s  going on . ❞ Another  movie  he  could  proudly announce  he’d  gotten very  mixed  feelings  for ; maybe  this  was the  genre  pulling him,  luring  him,  mind being  fooled  into  thinking  one  person was the  villain  only for  the  whole plot  twist  to  tear  apart every  previous  theory .  ❝ By the  way  ,  let’s  turn  here . ❞  He  said beckoning  her  to follow  the  path  getting  them  out  of  the  park  a little  bit  too early;  the  other option  leading  them right  into  a busy  street  -  which,  however  fast , was  not  the wisest -  .  ❝ And  we can  just  hope I  am  not getting  us  completely lost . ❞

[lewisthot]

hate II

summary: seeing each other for the first time, you don’t know what will happen rating: 18+ words: 4.9k characters: lewis hamilton x fem!reader a/n: this is a long one, a little degradation so let me know what you think, would appreciate thoughts and feedback! cred for gif @l8tof1​ read part 1 here

ever since the party you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about lewis, he had left you with hickeys every day you’d look at them and it’d transport you back to that night. you had succumbed to signing onto your finsta to watch his insta story not that he would’ve noticed if you were watching from your main but you didn’t wanna take the risk. you were curious as to where he was, what he was doing not because you cared - you still very much despised the man but you needed to know when he’d be back in town when you’d see him again and you couldn’t ask your mutual friends, they’d think it’s weird you care about his coming and goings.

you didn’t have to wonder for long tho, getting an invite for a dinner hosted by him. now you might think it’s weird but even though you couldn’t stand each other you both were civil in front of your mutual friends and invited each other to whatever was planned that included the group. you thought about what you were going to wear, you wanted to look sexy but not like you were trying too hard. this was the first time you were going to see each other since that night you let him degrade you, you were annoyed at how submissive to him you had been - he had the upper hand and you weren’t gonna let him. it was the night of the dinner and you arrived fashionably late, knocking on his door you fidgeted oddly anxious.

‘hi, you’re late’ he opened the door with a smile that could melt the coldest hearts but not yours, it was irritating.

‘you gonna let me in?’

‘idk, why should i?’

‘lewis!…’ you rolled your eyes in annoyance, pulling out your phone. ‘i guess i’ll just text the group chat that you won’t let me in’

‘damn, are you always such a brat?’

‘stop calling me that!’

he leaned down to your ears whispering ‘why? does it turn you on?’ you slapped his chest, shoving him, you couldn’t believe the audacity. finally stepping aside he let you in walking you to the bar, dinner hadn’t started yet. you greeted all your friends before walking over to the bar where lewis was.

‘what can i get for you?’

‘i can make my own drinks like i’d ever trust a drink from you?’

‘what do you think i’m gonna do? spike you? if i remember correctly i don’t need anything to get you to spread your legs for me.

you took in a sharp inhale, trying not to explode. what really angered you was the fact he wasn’t wrong and he was gonna rub it in your face.

‘fuck you’

‘you already did like a desperate slut’

he chuckled making you a pornstar martini throughout this interaction, he knew it was your favourite cocktail even going as far as to buy passion fruit for the dressing. why he made this effort he didn’t know, you certainly didn’t deserve it.

‘here’ handing you your cocktail, you took a sip how did he know your favourite cocktail?

‘how do you know i like a pornstar martini?’

‘because i know you’re basic and predictable’

‘sure or maybe you’re obsessed with me and watch my every move like a stalker freak’

‘you would like that wouldn’t you, you think you’re such hot shit’

‘yeah, i am’ and with that you walked away, joining your friends.

finally, time to sit and eat, he’d placed a name card for seating and for whatever reason you had ended up next to him. you sighed internally, ‘pull yourself together!’ you thought to yourself, you can’t let him know how much he pissed you off. you weren’t the only one caught by surprise, your friend pointing it out.

‘i didn’t place y/n next to me, someone has clearly rearranged the name cards’

your friends giggled, ‘you were so civil last month at my party. think of it like exposure therapy soon enough you’ll stop hating each other’ your other friends laughed, the notion ridiculous. you don’t know why but i bothered you that he didn’t want you next to him.

surprisingly you both remained civil for most of the night, you ate, drank and shared laughs with your friends till there was a lull in the conversation. he turned to you as you picked at your dinner, you didn’t mind eating vegan food but you were a picky eater.

‘are you a child? stop playing with your food’

‘stop watching me eat’

'don't play with your food then.'

'shut up.' without thinking you kicked him.

‘ouch! such a child' you wanted to kick him again but he already had your leg caged in with his.

‘let go of my leg’

‘will you behave?’

‘fuck off’

he let go but you weren’t done, you slipped your heel off, lifting your leg you pressed your foot into his crotch. his eyes widen choking on his food, you suppressed your laugh bringing your foot down. you ran your legs up his multiple times, pressing your foot into this crotch every time he spoke. he shot you a deathly glare but you didn’t care, when you start to knead his crotch that’s when he lost it, grabbing your foot to still you, his hold too firm you couldn’t escape.

he leaned in whispering, ‘you get me hard and you’re gonna have to take care of it’

‘oh shut up, if you want me to suck on your cock ask nicely’

you giggled at the annoyance on his face, maybe you shouldn’t have been rubbing his crotch but now that the line had been crossed, you just saw it as another way to mess with him. he let go of your leg allowing you the chance to slip away, heading to the bathroom. hearing a knock on the door you shouted out, 'just a minute!' you opened the door to find lewis.

‘ugh’ he grabbed you by the waist pushing you back into the bathroom.

‘you think you can get me hard and get away with it?’

you swallowed hard, he had you pinned against the bathroom wall his hand holding your chin, your pussy already throbbing.

‘fuck off’

‘not answering the question’

‘do i need to fuck the brat out of you again?’ he held your chin tracing his thumb over your lips, opening your mouth slightly lewis slipped his thumb in. sucking on his thumb your heart was racing, breathing shallow, the tension thick he pulled you in for a passionate kiss his hands on your ass you wrapped your arms around his neck jumping into his embrace. he walked over to the bathroom countertop sitting you down. he unzipped his trousers pulling out his hard cock pushing aside your panties he pushed his cock into your waiting hole, you moaned against his lips gripping the counter as lewis thrusted into you. opening your leg wider you arched your back as his pace quickened. you snaked a hand between your bodies seeking out your throbbing clit, lewis had decided he wasn't going to let you cum a punishment for being a brat, grabbing your wrist.

'oh you don't get to cum, this is about me and like the slut you are you're gonna let me use you'

'fuck lewis!'

'turn around, i want you to watch me fuck you like the whore you are.'

pulling out, you turned around facing the bathroom mirror he pulled your dress up slamming back into your soaked pussy, you couldn't help it but you let out a load moan.

'you want everyone to hear what a fucking you are? just a fucking hole for me to fill up'

you bit your bottom lip trying to hold back your moans, lifting one of your leg onto the counter giving him the perfect angle to get nice and deep, grabbing your arms he pinned them behind your back as he continued to slam into your pussy. he had complete control of your body now watching as he used your hole it turned you on, it felt almost primal, his thrusts soon becoming sloppy as he groaned into your ear you knew he was close to climax.

'fuck, i'm gonna cum!'

with one last thrust he released his hold on your arm and gripped your hips letting out a loud grunt as he emptied himself inside your warm hole, he held himself inside you for a few moments as he caught his breath. slowly pulling out he watched as his cum leaked out moaning at the sight. you twisted around clenching your pussy as you pushed out his fluids, running your fingers through your folds you  swiped as much as possible as you licked his cum off your fingers.

'fucking hell'

you smirked at his reaction as he grabbed a wash cloth he cleaned the rest of the cum you had missed and pulling your panties back into position.

'get on your knees and clean me up'

you fell to your knees taking his still hard cock into your mouth licking off your mix of juices, he groaned as your tongue swirled around his cock.

'always such a good girl when my cock is in one of your holes, no attitude just a good little whore'

you rolled your eyes before standing back up, he chuckled as he tucked himself back.

'roll your eyes at me all you want, i'll put you in your place again or maybe that's why you're more annoying than ever, you're just a desperate cock slut.'

grabbing your face and he pulled you in for a kiss, you kissed him hard and angry biting his bottom lip and tugging as you pulled away.

'we've been up here for too long, wait a few minutes before coming back down.'

he was taken aback by your casual behaviour but he's not sure what he expected, for the rest of the night things went smoothly, once dinner was over everyone headed into another room for more drinks with music playing now everyone was letting loose. you and lewis didn't interact for the rest of the night other than stealing glances at one another, you very frustrated having not being allowed to cum in the moment you didn't care caught up in watching lewis fall apart as he filled you up but all you could think about was how he had made you cum before and how good it felt but you said to yourself this couldn't happen again.

now home time everyone started ordering ubers home unfortunately for you, you lived in the opposite direction of your friends so you’d have to get an uber separately. that’s when the idea popped into your mind, this was a chance to be alone with lewis you hated talking to him but things needed to be straightened out about the last hook up, boundaries re-established. the last of your friends about to leave, you have them a hug goodbye.

‘don’t kill each other, now we’re not here to meditate’

you laughed, rolling your eyes ‘we can behave for the few minutes i have to wait for my uber’

‘okay good! bye sweeties’

you waved off your friends feeling slightly guilty for lying. now it was just you and lewis.

‘when’s your uber coming?’

‘it’s not, we need to talk first’

you headed into the living room sitting on the sofa.

‘look we we’re not fucking again and we’re gonna chalk it up to a drunken mistake’

‘i wasn’t drunk and i’ve seen you drunk plenty of times, you were tipsy at most.’

‘okay, who cares tipsy or drunk, same difference! so no more of the bathroom thing’

‘and what about you rubbing my crotch trying to get me hard?’

‘whatever that’s not happening again. now let’s go back to hating each other’

‘i don’t hate you’ you rolled your eyes at his ridiculous statement.

‘you don’t hate me!? so being a dick to me is what then?’

‘you started it!’

‘no i didn’t’

‘the first time we met, you were so cold to me like my presence inconvenienced you’

‘that’s not true! i’m just socially awkward! and anyways, even after that, i tried to be nice but whenever i spoke to you, you acted like you didn’t wanna speak to me! and then you started with the unnecessary jabs about anything and everything! you put on this nice guy facade but you’re not a nice guy, you’re rude and irritating!’

lewis sat there taken aback by your outburst, processing your words. he thought back to the early days of meeting you, maybe you were so cold as he thought but then he remembered a comment you made.

‘you said ‘you don’t buy my nice guy act and that you thought i was a fuck boy’ you didn’t even know me and you were already judging me!’

‘well don't eavesdrop them! and i said I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt anyways! you’re always pictured leaving clubs and hotels with random women so me thinking you were a fuck boy is not out of this realm! and if it really bothered you should’ve said something at the time, you’re a grown man act like one.’

now he really didn’t know what to say, he should’ve just confronted you at the time but instead, he brought his walls up with you and pushed your buttons whenever he could.

‘i’m sorry, you’re right i should’ve spoken to you at the time instead of holding it against all this time’

‘thanks, i’m sure it was really hard for you to not have a woman drop to her feet for you’

‘see why do you do that! i was being sincere and you just jab at me’

‘the apology doesn’t change anything’

‘why not?’

‘because you can’t undo years' worth of hatred with one apology, when you’re consistently nice to me i’ll believe it’

‘you need to apologise too!’

‘no, if you hadn’t been eavesdropping you would’ve not known what i said and then we wouldn’t hate each other’

‘okay fair enough so how about an act of kindness right now?’ he leaned in close ‘can i kiss you?’ you nodded and with that, he placed a hand on your face as he closed the gap kissing you deeply. you fell back on the sofa, wrapping your legs around him as you continued to kiss. you rocked against each other practically dry humping, you could feel yourself get wetter when you felt his erection against your core. finally tearing himself from your lips he pressed his forehead against you, he pushed your dress up snaking his hand under your panties where he felt how soaked you were.

‘fuck you’re soaking wet, i haven’t even done anything. are you sure you hate me?'

you couldn’t hide your face and the sheer embarrassment you felt, he could read it all with him so close.

‘what happened to being nice?’

‘baby, i’m just stating facts and asking questions’

he slipped his fingers into your hole before you could say anything, instead letting out a moan.

'you're a lot less annoying when the only noises that come out of you are moans'

he dragged your juices up your folds, rubbing your clit. you wanted to say something but the pleasure was distracting, you kissed him hard and rough biting his bottom lip. unbuttoning his shirt, you ran your hands up his torso feeling his tight muscles. when you ran your hands down to unbutton his trousers, lewis pulled away from the kiss.

‘right now, i just wanna make you feel good’

he stood up pulling you up with him, turning you around he pressed kissing along the back of your shoulder and the nape of your neck as he unzipped your dress letting it pool at your feet. he unhooked your bra, turning you back around to face him. you wrapped your arms around him, kissing him deeply.

‘why am i naked again and not you?

pulling off his unbuttoned shirt he chuckled as your hand reached for his trousers.

‘you really want my cock? who knew you were such a cock slut’

you rolled your eyes, letting go of his trouser zip. ‘you know what let’s keep your trousers on’

he chuckled, he couldn’t help pushing your buttons and yeah he said he’d be nice but what’s a light poking? he pushed you back down onto the sofa, kissing along your neck leaving little nips.

‘stop that! i was covered in stupid hickeys last time’

‘good, i don’t want anyone touching what’s mine’

‘i’m not yours’

he leaned back up to face with smug look, ‘you let every guy fuck your like that?’

‘like you said i’m a slut’

‘i think you’re only a slut for my cock’

‘this arrogance is why i find you deeply annoying’

he ignored your insult noting the lack of denial but he chose not to bring it up too distracted by your tits in his face. he took one in his hand pinching your nipple and the other in his mouth, sucking and biting the nipple. you cried out in pleasure, wrapping your legs around his hips your rocked your hips against his hard cock which only made you moan louder.

‘lewis…fuck!’

he smirked at the strain in your voice, how desperate you sounded. he continued to press kisses down your body, one hand still on your chest. soon enough he was in between your leg.you lifted your legs as he pulled your underwear down, before you could bring them down he held your legs.

‘fuck you look so good like this’ he ran his fingers through your folds

‘you could fuck me like this’

‘you know if you actually begged for my cock i’d give it to you but for now you’ll have to settle for my mouth’

he released your legs opening them wide and pinning them down. he leaned down licking up your folds, taking your clit into his mouth. you arched your back, one arm thrown back digging into the sofa arm and the other digging into the sofa cushion.

‘oh fuck lewis’

your cries further encouraged him, pressing his tongue into your hole before dragging his tongue back up your folds and sucking on your clit, he sucked on it hard pulling on it lightly. he leaned up, plunging his fingers into your wet hole as he thumbed your clit. he grabbed your face kissing you roughly swallowing your moans. your pussy throbbed as you tasted yourself on his tongue, he started to pull away but you bit his bottom lip and your hand grabbed the one on your face leaning up with him not wanting the kiss to end and like he knew he curled his fingers inside you hitting the g-spot, it caused a jolt through your body collapsing back onto the sofa. seeing your body writhe like this fuelled him even more, slowly coming undone due to this actions.

‘open your eyes baby, watch me make you cum’

you lifted your head forcing your eyes open, it was hard to not let the pleasure consume you but watching lewis devour your pussy was worth it, making eye contact your moans encouraging him, sucking on your clit with his fingers inside you. he watched your every expression, that’s when he found the right spot on your clit - combined with the finger fucking your body stiffened.

you tried to get the words out, ‘i—i’m—fuck—yes!—right there!’

you let out a primal scream as he drove you over the edge, your body convulsing as the orgasm washed over you. he didn’t let up though, still in between your legs your pussy clenched around his fingers your clit throbbing in his mouth, your legs still pinned down.

‘lewis…’

he finally let up pulling his fingers out, releasing your clit and letting go of your legs. ‘you just taste so delicious’ he lapped up your juices and with every lick your body writhed, wrapping your leg around him.

‘lewis please...i can’t’

you were overwhelmed, your pussy too sensitive. your body out of your control, shuddering without choice. lewis finally pulled away.

‘you sure about that?’ 

he leaned down, sucking on your clit, you shuddered letting out a small moan. ‘maybe i can pull out another orgasm’ he licked a stripe through your folds, you cried out your legs tightening around him, you wanted to say no but it felt so good even if it felt too much.

‘i know you’ve got one more in you baby’ 

he circled your clit with his tongue, his hands ran up your body, you had one hand digging into his sofa and the other free he grabbed your hands intertwining it with his. you arched your back, rocking your hips against him and squeezing his hand hard. he found your sweet spot again, you were sure you were gonna collapse from the intense pleasure. this time you didn’t bother telling him you were about to cum, you were sure he knew with you how you moaned his name and let out a bunch of incoherent words. pushed over the edge again, your legs untangled from him falling to his sides limp. again he lapped your juices as you rode your orgasm but you really couldn’t handle it this time, with your free hand you pushed on his head trying to escape him.

‘fuck you taste so fucking good’

he pressed light kisses up your body till he was eye level giving you a soft kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue you moaned against his lips deepening the kiss. lewis settled beside you thankful the sofa was wide enough for both your bodies.

‘you okay y/n?’

‘yeah, just a little wiped out. you know cumming twice kinda takes a toll’

he chuckled stroking your hair, ‘what can i say, you taste delicious it’s hard to not want more’

you laid in a comfortable silence, feeling your energy level bounce back you leaned in to kiss him, soon enough you were making out till you were both out of breath.

‘you really can’t get enough of me huh?’

‘shut up’

‘why don't you stay over?’

‘i can’t, i have plans tomorrow morning’

‘cancel and let’s see how many times i can make you cum in a night’

'who says my plans don't include someone else who’s made the same promise'

‘do you always have to be so annoying?’

‘yes, pissing you off is so much fun, i mean why are you even pouting right now?’

‘i’m not’

‘just shut up and go back to kissing me, i’m losing the desire to reward you for making me cum twice’

with that he grabbed your face kissing you deeply, you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him upright with you. kissing down his neck you sucked and nipped, if you were gonna be left with marks by him it was only fair he was too. trailing kisses along his shoulder, your hands roaming his body. you lifted yourself off his lap, dropping to your knees in between his legs. understanding what was about to happen he shimmied forward, undoing his trousers you pulled both his trouser and boxers down.

‘so much precum leaking, poor baby i know you’ve been hard for hours. maybe i should leave you like this…’ you grabbed his cock, swiping the cum with your thumb smearing it all over the head.

‘y/n…’

‘beg, tell me how much you want me’

‘fuck baby, i need you so so much’

‘what do you need from me?’

‘i need you to put that mouth to good use for once’

begging was not in his nature especially to you, you licked up from the base of his cock, swirling your tongue around the tip. you sucked on the tip, moaning at the taste of his precum. he let out a grunt, stroking your face grabbing the loose strands of hair hiding your face pushing them back - he wanted the the perfect view of your mouth wrapped around his cock.

‘baby you carry on teasing me, i’ll make you gag on my cock’

wanting to tease him some more and push his button, you pulled yourself off his cock taking his balls into your mouth as you slowly pumped his cock. lewis grabbed a handful of your hair standing up.

‘always a brat, you forget you’re just a hole for me to use’

he pushed you down his cock, making you gag like you wanted. his pace was relentless literally fucking your face your eyes watered, drooling from the side, you were a mess but all lewis could think about was how well you took his cock.

‘this is what your mouth’s fucking good for’

you hummed against his cock in agreement, feeling his body tense you hummed some more.

‘fuuu—'

the vibrations pushing him over the edge, he held you down gagging as he cum sprayed the back of your throat. releasing your hair you pulled yourself off his cock slowly as he came, letting a little cum dribble out of your mouth swiping it back into your mouth which earned a groan from lewis.

‘that was…fuck’ he fell back down onto sofa, ‘come here’ he pulled you back onto his lap, wiping your tear stain cheeks.

‘do you really have to go?’

‘yes’ you smirked ‘actually i should order my uber’

you untangled from him, walking over to your purse which held your phone. lewis noted how casually you walked around naked, how good you looked naked in his space, he could get used to this. he shook his head at the thought, you were well you and you weren’t interested in him like that and nor was he, the orgasmic bliss you’d brought him too was clearly confusing him. straddling him again you scrolled your phone booking an uber home.

‘let me drive you home?’

‘you don’t like driving unless it’s an f1 car’

‘how do you know that?’

‘i may not like you but i know a thing or two, do you just tune out when i speak?’

‘yes’

‘of course, you’re incredibly self absorbed it makes sense’

‘you’re right you should go home’

‘are you mad i called you self absorbed?’ you teasingly spoke, mocking him by pouting.

‘no’ leaning up you pressed a gentle kiss but when he didn't kiss you back you rolled your eyes.

now you were offended which is exactly what he wanted. he chuckled grabbing your phone and tossing it aside. wrapping his arms around your body he flipped you under him. you squealed as he manhandled you, slapping his chest.

‘i’ll show you—’

you giggled silencing him with a kiss, a kiss he happily accepted. 

‘lewis i need to get dressed before the uber arrives!’ 

getting up he gave you a hand, grabbing your underwear and dress lewis grabbed his boxers, both getting dressed. you looked yourself over in the mirror, wiping your smudged mascara and fixing your hair. lewis stood there watching you, he wanted to come up behind you and kiss you some more but this was all feeling a little too domestic.

‘do you have a hair band? my hair is fucked’

he pulled the one holding his braids. ‘here’

‘thanks’ you tied your hair into a bun, ‘now i look half presentable’

you ran your hands through his braid. ‘it’s cute all out like this’

‘uh, thanks’ he was surprised by the compliment, he was pretty sure you’d never paid him a compliment, yet you did so casually.

you grabbed your phone, the uber was a minute away - perfect timing.

‘well my uber is arriving…’

you both walked to his door, opening it for you.

‘text me when you get home?’

‘okay’

‘bye’

you were going to just walk out but you impulsively turned around in the doorway, pressing a quick kiss but lewis grabbed you deepening the kiss. you stroked his cheek as you pulled back.

‘bye…’

you ran to the uber jumping in all you could think about was that goodbye, why did you kiss him, why did he kiss you like that!? why did you stroke his cheek!? you sighed, maybe you shouldn’t hook up with him again.

read part 3 here

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The Swine’s Scribe

Characters: c!Technoblade x gn!reader, an appearance by Philza

Background: You're in Techno's cabin after getting the rest of his wolves from L’Manburg after the second war. You were originally rescued by Techno from a blizzard after running from the first L'Manburg explosion (your house was among those destroyed.)

Summary: When Techno gets back from the second L'Manburg war, he lets go of a lot of emotions by ranting to you. You, being concerned about his mental wellbeing, ask if you can do anything for him, and eventually, he kisses you, which leads to some close-calls with Phil and a whole lot of smut and fluff.

Wordcount: 3291 (according to google docs lmao)

Warnings: NSFW, swearing, blood/wounds, biting, getting caught

I REPEAT NSFW, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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Ever since Techno brought you in from the cold months ago, you've been doing little chores for him in a way to repay his kindness. Even though he was the one who summoned the withers after the initial explosions, you felt safe around him. It had been hard to get used to at first, but now you felt comforted by his presence.

For the past week, you've been writing his journal for him after he broke his hand sparring with Phil. His hand has since healed, but you insisted that you do it for him, and he put up little protest.

"It was stressful, seeing your friends leave like that, in the blink of an eye. I don't trust anyone anymore, not after Tommy betrayed me. I gave him a roof over his head, hid him from Dream, one of the most powerful people on the server, AND I trusted him with my Axe of Peace." Technoblade's tone was strained and he let out a huff.

"Techno," you empathised, "are you sure you're okay after today?"

"I'm fine, please keep writing." He only ever said please when he was really serious, clearly, he was not interested in talking.

"Now, I refuse to bow to the voices. They want blood and I won't let them. Too many allies have died for me or have disappeared onto the other side, only to reemerge when they need ME, never when I need THEM."

Again, you piped in, "Techno, you're clearly not ok," his pale skin was flushed red and his eyebrows knit together into a grimace, "If there's anything I can do to help, please tell me."

He went silent.

"You don't have to talk about it if it's really getting to you... Or you could let it out. Either way, I'm here to help," You said.

"I'll think about it. For now, keep writing,"

For another half hour, he ranted about the destruction of L'Manburg and his dramatic reenactment was accented by occasional yelling and hand gestures. Suddenly, he stops speaking and gets a puzzled look on his face, "Um, what- what's the correct phrasing for - I guess - 'horny for violence'?" The tips of his ears were bright red, matching the blush now forming on his cheeks.

You chuckle, "I think it's hungry for violence..."

"Ah, that's it," Techno states, and then he completed his recounting of events. There's a bubble of silence in the air and he bursts it by asking, "Do you have any thoughts?"

"You know my thoughts, Techno..."

"I think I know, but give me words, I can't read minds."

"You're not healthy, you need help. You need better friends and a proper support system. Right now you really only have Phil, and I guess me if I even count."

"You count."

Now it was your turn to blush, but you continue, "Either way, that's not enough! You deserve more than you're getting. I can tell that even without the things you've had me write down. You're carrying so much weight, Tech."

"I didn't know you cared," he seems touched by your words, "I suppose I don't know a whole lot about you."

"And yet, you trust me with your deepest, darkest secrets, Technoblade."

"One thing I can trust you to do is help me with my armour."

He was still wearing the enchanted netherite chestplate and pants, both of which you started fumbling with. The leather straps were clasped tightly, as to not come off in battle, but you managed to manoeuvre them enough to get them to let go.

As the chestplate was lifted off of him, he hissed and then grunted. You look at the spot his hand flew to on his back, where his shirt had torn to reveal a big gash in his shoulder. It ran from his shoulder blade to his left pec, one of the only places where he was unarmoured.

"Holy shit Tech, why didn't you tell me this was here?!"

"I didn't want to worry you," He chuckled and then hissed again, "I guess that plan failed."

You did not find it funny. You immediately went to get the supplies Phil kept in his house, knowing that Techno didn't keep anything but healing potions in his chests. Phil was eager to help and he handed some bandages and rubbing alcohol to you so you could clean the wound. You also grabbed a spare scrap of leather for him to bite down on.

When you returned, Techno had moved to sit on his bed where he had already removed the greaves and discarded them beside him. You came to his side, putting down the alcohol, rag, and bandage.

"This is probably going to hurt, so I need you to bite down on this," you said, handing him the leather scrap.

"Ok," he said, watching you grab the alcohol and rag from the floor, "Just- just tell me when,"

"Alright," He put the leather in between his teeth, biting lightly, "you ready?"

He nodded, you put the alcohol rag onto the blood-crusted gash. He let out a sharp, low hiss, tightening his jaw on the leather to release some of the pain. You cleaned up quickly to minimise the pain and then wrapped it in the bandage, leaving some so you could clean and replace it later.

"All done, you ok?" You looked at him, one of his eyes was watering.

"Yeah, the pain's much worse when you're not pumped full of adrenaline."

"You better not be hiding any more gashes under all of those clothes,"

"Wanna find out?" He flashed you a smirk, amused by his own confidence.

"I'll take your word for it, but you're going to need to change that shirt, it's covered in blood."

"At least it's not my blood," you shivered a bit at that remark and helped him take his shirt off, careful not to remove the fresh bandages along with it.

For the first time, you saw him without a shirt off. He seemed surprisingly slender for being as strong as he is. There were numerous scars that etched every battle and lesson learned into his skin. Lots of them looked older than you expected and you suddenly realised that he must have been fighting for a long time before coming to the server.

"Like what you see?" he asked, and you rushed to put the shirt down and find an excuse.

"Um, I- I was just looking at your scars, I'll bring this downstairs,"

You rushed away, turning bright red, embarrassed that he had noticed your stares. You absent-mindedly tossed the shirt into the 'wash pile' and then you remembered, in your rush, you had forgotten his greaves. With a huff, you climbed the ladder back to his room.

Techno sat in front of the fireplace, now roaring with renewed vigour from the log he'd tossed in. His pink hair had been undone from the messy braid he had put in that morning. It was almost dyed red and black by the blood and soot in it. He was playing with it, picking out debris and running his fingers through the more knotted bits.

“Tech?”

“Hmm?” he looked up at you, still fiddling with the hair in his hands.

You sat down next to him and he relaxed into a cross-legged position, with one knee tucked under his chin. His free hand is right next to yours and he doesn’t look at you. His face is red, probably from the fire.

“You looked like you were in a trance? Are you ok?”

Silence filled the room again,"

“You don’t have to tell me but just know I’m here if you need to talk. Obviously, I haven’t tattled about anything yet or Tommy and the Butchers would be knocking your door down by now.”

“The voices are quieter than normal. I can hear myself think.”

You try to be encouraging “So? What are you thinking about?”

He looks you in the eyes, they’re deep, his pupils adjusting makes you feel like he’s looking into your soul.

“Um, I’m not sure you’d want to know.”

You frown and protest since you’re now more curious than ever but still a bit freaked out. "C'mon now you've got me curious,"

Techno looked away, solemnly gazing at the fire “I meant what I said about you being a trusted friend. I don't get many of those so, thanks. As for why this is coming up now, well, I guess I’m lonely.”

You hesitated, “Me too, Tech. You're kind of the only one I trust, and I guess Phil, too, but I'd trust you with my life.”

He blushes, looks away, and tucks a strand of hair behind his ear before turning back to you and putting his hand on yours.

You immediately flush and you see a grin seep onto his face.

"I'm not really talking about friends anymore. I want... someone..." he almost whispers

"You mean?" he nods, "I guess I've never had anyone before. I think it'd be nice to see what it'd be like."

“I think we can kill two birds with one stone here, don’t you?”

Now you're both bright red, nervous, schoolkids who gingerly lean into each other's faces, gaze fixed on the other's lips. Your hearts beat hard while your brains rush to make sure you feel insecure, the voices in Techno's mind screaming excitedly.

“You good up there Techno? Your light is still on, it's far past midnight, mate!” Phil shouts from the bottom of the ladder.

“I’m fine, just," He pulls away from you, "reading. Goodnight Phil,”

Techno's ears perk up to listen to the receding footsteps. You’re both standing now, he's standing over the trapdoor, making sure Phil had gone. Once he was sure, he comes over and kisses you hard.

“Tech-"

“Is this ok? I’m not doing anything wrong am I?”

You think He’s clearly never done this before, as you respond "Yeah, I like it..." you continue, stumbling towards his bed where you’re initially just kissing like two teenagers as if it were your first time, desperate, but awkward.

Your hand was pressing against his chest as you laid next to him, tasting each other's spit, learning the ropes since neither of you had ever done this before.

The light from the fire made your shadows dance across the wall, arms moving to hold each other closer, legs wrapping around Techno's, bodies shifting so he's on top of you. Only the roar and crackle of the fire and the occasional grunt or gasp from you or Techno could be heard.

--- Smut begins here ---

As you both part to take a breath, he pulls your shirt over his head. When he leans into the crook of your neck, you notice the tent in his pants pressing against your inner thigh. In between your own legs, there was a pool of slick forming.

You moan, loud, fully knowing that would send Techno wild. He pushes further towards you and holds your arms above your head so he could press his mouth against your neck, leaving red, hot, sticky marks leading from your collarbone to your abdomen.

You're both panting as he lets go of your arms and you wrap them around his neck, pulling his head in for a long, deep kiss. His hot breath warms your cheeks as he repositions himself.

"Hey, is this still ok?" He asks between breaths.

"Abso-fucking-lutely,"

He fully loses himself, taking his hand from your cheek and moving it to your pants, never losing eye contact. You nod and he pushes his hand into the spot between your legs which was now drenched in slick. He found his way to your hole and pushed his index finger into it, creating a sensation you'd never felt before.

Instinctually, you gasp and then moan, harder than before. You rock your hips to his rhythm while he continues to press bruises into your torso. Eventually, he brings his face back to yours and kisses you. You let out another moan into his mouth. He grunts and then chuckles, kissing your cheek before pulling his finger out and then going back in with two.

Now, you're whining, pulling on his long, pink hair. You notice everything in those moments, his rhythmic breaths into your neck and pumping of his finger in and out of your sex, his other hand holding your waist, pushing upwards to caress you, his soft hair in your hand.

"Is it my turn now?" He gruffs.

You hum in affirmation as he pulls away and you kick off your pants as he undoes his own. You immediately notice his size. Compared to his fingers, which were pretty long and thick, to begin with, due to his big hands, his member was a giant. His hand that had previously been half inside of you was now working his dick, its head coated in pre-cum.

While you had seen other penises before, mostly in study, you had never seen one up close, and you'd only seen ones on humans. The hybrid piglin-shapeshifter was sporting a human-like head and shaft, 9 inches (at least) all the way down to a knot... he had a knot...

He notices you gaping at his dick and grins, leaning into you again. "Wanna help me with this, or... should I help m'self?"

Eager to please, you lightly push him forward so you're both sitting up while your hand inspects the new acquaintance. You look up at Techno for guidance. He nods and pushes your hand down with his own. He guides your hand up and down the shaft until he’s no longer guiding you and you’re doing it all yourself.

He does the same with you. The space between your legs was now, simply put, slippery. He did his best to please you, eventually managing three fingers easily.

The pants and gasps were syncing, the knot in your stomach growing stronger while you danced your mouth on the head of his member. He lets out a particularly loud grunt and removes his fingers from your sex. You suddenly feel empty, and he pushes you over onto your stomach.

He puts himself under you, his dick under your mouth. You lick the ever-present pre-cum off of the head of his dick once again and then begin to bob your head up and down, managing to fit him halfway before choking on him. His groans were now louder than yours, becoming more frequent.

"Ughh- fuck," he moans.

Now he holds your head and gently begins to fuck your mouth. Your bobbing was no longer enough, he wanted more. He thrust his hips into you, managing to get a third of the way into you and then it turns into deepthroating after every thrust.

You gag, unable to take him all the way, and so he decides enough is enough and you both rush to get him inside of you. He gets up, moving to position himself above you. You continue to stay in the position he left you in, on your hands and knees.

"Turn around," Techno says.

And so you do, you lay on your back, full of anticipation and covered in juices. He puts his hand on your stomach, leaning in to kiss you lightly, pressing more red marks into your sides, slowly turning you so you face the wall.

He pulls away and holds your leg away from the other, practically putting you into the splits.

"Techno..." You whisper.

"Hmm?"

"Is this gonna hurt?"

"Dunno, darlin'," He leans in again, "let me know if it gets too hard, ok? I'll stop if you say so."

You nod and kiss for confirmation, reaching to hold your own leg up to give him full access.

He inserts the head and you can already feel the stretch, slightly painful but you push on, your fingers grasping the sheets to keep yourself grounded. He’s pushing into you slowly, making sure you're not getting in over your head. You hold the sheet tighter, groaning from the stretch.

He pulls out slightly and the pressure releases. You moan hard, making sure Techno knows that you like what you feel. He pushes in again and begins to thrust into you. Techno is getting further and further with every thrust, and you moan between every breath. He's three-fifths of the way in and he's only getting harder.

Techno's hand replaces yours, keeping your leg raised as you move your hand to work yourself along with him. Your heart beats faster and he picks up the pace. He can get all the way to the knot before pulling out and thrusting in again.

"Tech... Fuck, it's so gooood..."

Now he's becoming sparattic and his face goes into your neck, biting softly, barely enough for blood to form. The knot in your stomach tightens and you scream into the pillow as he pushes all the way in, his skin hitting yours as his knot slips into you.

He moans and thrusts lightly into you, coming inside of you. You feel the pressure inside of you release as you come with him. You're being filled with his sperm, eventually spilling out along with your own come onto the sheet.

He continues to work you with his hand, breathing heavily into your neck. Your heartbeats are in sync and his juices continue to spill out of you, soaking everything below you. You try to look him in the eye as he shakes slightly, somehow still coming.

"Tech? You're still..." you gasp. "I know, sorry... it might be a while..." He grunts out.

Techno's ears perk up and he shoves you under the blanket, still stuck inside of you with the knot.

"What-"

He puts a hand over your mouth as you quiver underneath him, overstimulated by the pressure and his hand which still rested in between your thighs. What the hell is he doing?! The non-stop cum is weird enough, what-

Soon enough, your questions were answered when you heard the footsteps downstairs.

“Do you have my hat?” Phil's voice yells from the base of the ladder.

“Can't you-" he breathes, "you get it in the morning?”

“No, I'm going out super early tomorrow to scout out and make sure we haven’t been followed back.”

“Uh," fuck "it’s on the chair next to my desk up here? I’m in bed…”

Phil comes up the ladder and opens the hatch, eventually finding his hat while techno covers your mouth and lays belly to belly with you, he’s still dribbling a bit, so are you. You’re whimpering slightly.

Phil stops at the trapdoor. “Did you mean to leave the fire on mate?”

“Uh, yeah I was gonna let it burn… I was cold”

“Where’s your friend, loverboy?”

You feel Techno blush above you, his warmth suddenly radiating out from him.

“Um. They went to trade with some piglins since we’re almost out of spectral arrows.”

“Alright let me know when they get back, I just want to make sure they’re ok. Ever since you found them in the snow you’ve been doing better, it seems. Almost like you two are a... thing?”

The question lingered momentarily and you could almost hear Phil's eyebrow raise before Techno answered.

“Hmm, thank you, Phil. Close the trapdoor when you leave, I don’t want the warmth to leave.”

“Alright.”

Finally, the footsteps were gone. He pulls the blanket off of them and he takes his hand off of your mouth. You gasp for dramatic effect, laughing quietly to yourselves at the close call.

"Can I tell you something?" Techno whispers into your ear.

"Yes, you're literally deep inside of me, I'm guaranteed to be interested in what you have to say,"

"I love you"

"I love you, too..."

[therhythmafterthesummer]

Safe Haven ~Bang Chan | Day 10.

Pairing: SpaceRebel!Chan x WitchQueen!F.Reader Themes: Fantasy AU | Sci-Fi AU | Royalty AU | Soulmate AU | Slow Burn | Mutual Pining | Angst | Smut | Fluff. Series Warnings: Third person POV · Very loose and liberal usage of Star Wars concepts (mostly to refer to weapons and tech). you don’t need to know anything about SW to read this, trust me · Physical descriptions of the main female character such as: can visibly blush, having long hair, and being short · Violence · Swearing · Mature themes and language · Original characters · Graphic smut (later chapters) · Mentions of the members of other groups (later chapters) · No one is straight, beware · Each chapter will include its own individual warnings. Chapters marked as M (Mature) either include highly detailed violence, or smut.

Chapter Warnings: suggestive? not really but kinda Word Count: ~5k | AO3

Due to all the abovementioned warnings, this story is intended for a 18+ audience only. Minors do not interact. ✰This chapter has been reworked as of 16/08/2023

Previous Chapter: Day 9. | Series Masterlist. | Next Chapter: Day 15.

Author's Note: we're at the half-way point! the second half of this story is my favourite, so, if you're reading this, i hope you enjoy what's coming as much as i do 💜

Disclaimer: the story presented in this work does not represent Stray Kids in any way; anything described in this story and all actions performed by the characters are purely fictional, this was created just for good fun.

“You’re especially aggressive today”, Wang Eun’s chest was heaving, and his hand moved to the middle of his chest to soothe the area, where Chan had just hit him.

“Am I?” Chan was bent at the waist, clutching his knees as he tried his best to breathe air into his lungs. How long had they been sparring for? Seconds? Minutes? He didn’t know.

“I mean it’s hot, but also slightly worrying. You okay?” Wang Eun threw a water bottle at Chan, which he caught effortlessly. 

Chan scoffed, and started gulping down water. At least, the cool liquid spread pleasantly within him. “I’m fine”.

He wasn’t fine. 

Chan had barely gotten any sleep, Her Majesty’s words haunted him even to this very moment as he stood on the training grounds. Don’t come close to me. Leave–the words, just like daggers, stabbed his heart. His brain replayed them over and over again, his inner demons slowly, but surely, had convinced him that he’d done something wrong. He had overstepped the line and here he was now, taking out his frustrations on Wang Eun.

Changbin had noticed, too. A flash of worry had crossed his features the moment he met Chan this morning so they could come together to the training grounds. He’d asked Chan–because of course he had–if he was fine, if something had happened. Chan being Chan, told him he was doing great. He hoped that maybe, if he said it enough times outloud, it’d become true. 

Wang Eun must’ve known Chan was lying–if the inquisitive look the man gave him was anything to go by. Chan wouldn’t be surprised if that were the case, knowing that every other person on this planet could put any lie detector to shame. However, the man pried no further, for which Chan was grateful.

He didn’t want to admit his worries out loud, much less to anyone else. Explaining his worries would lead to explaining the feelings he harboured towards the Queen, and that would be too much, too risky, and possibly too stupid. So, he decided to bottle it all up and shove it as deep as it could go within him. Which clearly wasn’t working, but he’d be damned if he didn’t at least try.

Wang Eun eyed him for a bit, biting the tip of his tongue. With a sigh, the man walked towards the bag he’d dropped on the floor next to the training bench, where Changbin was currently bench pressing. Chan looked at Wang Eun, his curious eyes following his every move as Wang Eun rummaged through the bag, until he finally pulled out a different wad of ribbon, an exact pair to the one currently hugging Chan’s upper limbs.

“So, ready for lower body movements?”

Chan nodded, letting Wang Eun step into his space to start wrapping the ribbon around his legs. He started at his ankle, then moved further up to cross it around his calf, and then he wrapped it around Chan’s knee and thigh. When he reached his hips, he politely asked Chan for permission to lift his shirt a bit, to which Chan gave him the go-ahead almost instantly. Wang Eun had seen him practically naked plenty of times now, so he truly didn’t mind, but he appreciated that the man checked anyway. 

Finally, Wang Eun crossed the ribbon over his waist, right above the hem of his trousers, then repeated the motions on his other leg. 

Wang Eun stepped away from him as soon as the ribbon was wrapped around him. “This honestly works much better if you have them actually touching all of your skin, especially going lower on your hips, but touching your ankles and your waist will do for now”.

Much like it did over his bare arms, the presence of the ribbon around his waist and ankles was comfortable–it was familiar and, in a way, he felt soothed by it. Chan flexed his knees and rolled his ankles to make sure the thing was stable around the joints. “Feels fine”.

Wang Eun took his time explaining different movements and techniques, verbally checking in on him often, positioning Chan’s body in various stances to get him to focus on his movements. It was a stark contrast to the way he’d explained upper body movements when he started training Chan.

After a long while of this, Chan felt slightly more grounded, and he understood then that Wang Eun was just trying to get him to focus on him, instead of focusing on whatever he might’ve thought was going on in Chan’s head.

Wang Eun’s gentleness was over the moment they started applying those techniques in actual combat. His movements were once again pointed and sharp, just like they always were. Chan was happy with that, his mind couldn’t wander when he was trying his best to not get his ass kicked.

When it was time for a break, Changbin and Wang Eun stood by the machines, chatting away. Chan mostly listened, offering his opinion on the topics discussed sparsely as he didn’t really feel much like talking, but being close to them as they talked to one another eased him a bit, so he stayed.

“I could show you a thing or two as well, if you want”, Wang Eun offered, stretching his arms as he addressed Changbin.

“Really?” Changbin’s eyes lit up. “I’d like that. You guys look pretty cool when you fight”.

“We do”, the sudden intrusion of a voice that didn’t belong to any of them surprised them. The feeling was gone as soon as it came when recognition crossed Wang Eun’s features.

“Your Highness”, Wang Eun’s voice was slightly airy, his eyes clearly made a conscious attempt to look the man in the eyes and not at his bare chest.

Hoseok scoffed, waving a hand dismissively. “Who uses my title these days? Drop it”.

“You do know that I’ve got to use it, right?” Wang Eun urged, completely dropping his title anyway in good Wang Eun-fashion. “It’s pretty much in my job description”.

Hoseok gave him a pointed look. “Towards the High King and the Queen, perhaps. Not towards the Prince Consort, especially when he’s asking you not to use it”.

Hoseok greeted Chan by extending his hand and shaking it as soon as Chan returned the gesture. He turned to Changbin then, introducing himself to him and extending a hand in his direction as well. Changbin took it immediately, confidently giving Hoseok his name.

“I must say, I was a bit confused when I came close to you guys. Thought for a second Her Majesty was here”, Hoseok made his way to the rack by the corner, and picked up a couple of dumbbells–heavy dumbbells–so he could start a set of standard bicep curls right there next to them.

“Oh, that’s probably just Chan”, Wang Eun commented, nonchalantly.

Slight panic brewed within Chan at the comment, and he couldn’t help his eyes from opening wide. Did they know? Was he that obvious? “Wha–”

“Oooohh, the ribbons”, Hoseok nodded. He seemed to have just noticed the fabric wrapped around Chan’s limbs.

“The ribbons?” Changbin asked, for which Chan was grateful, since the panic within him now mingled with confusion.

Hoseok looked at Changbin for a second. “Right, you also don’t have magic”, he adjusted the position of the dumbbells in his hands and continued. “Magic leaves a signature. The ribbons were enchanted by Her Majesty, so it makes sense that I felt her here”.

Chan looked at his hands, at the ribbon wrapped around each and every one of his fingers. “Huh…”

“I mean, it’s kind of weak, but we’ve been living together for a long time, so I can tell”, Hoseok added.

Changbin had asked Hoseok something, completely changing the conversation. Whatever it was, Chan didn’t really hear it. As he looked at his hands, he suddenly felt heat creep up from his chest to the back of his neck.

So, this entire time, her magic had been, in a way, wrapped around him?

Was it odd to feel… giddy about it?

Maybe it was.

The cold shower he took in his chambers’ washroom after training helped ease some of his self-deprecating thoughts. The suds in his hands let his fingers glide through his hair to massage his scalp with the delicate, almost soothing motions. However, the weird feeling in the pit of his stomach didn’t relent. If anything, it had intensified as the morning progressed.

Wang Eun was right, Chan wasn’t okay, but what would he even tell the man if he admitted to it? It wasn’t even clear to him what was going on, especially since it seemed like too much noise had settled uncomfortably within every crevice of his brain.

Deep down, Chan knew that the only thing that’d ease this feeling would be to confront Her Majesty, but about what exactly? Did he want to know what had happened to her? Or did he want to know what he’d done to earn such a reaction from her? 

With a sigh, he stepped out of the shower, leisurely patting his body dry. Chan wrapped a towel around his hips to catch any stray droplets, and he threw one on his head to squeeze water out of his hair as he moved from the washroom to the open space of his chambers.

The plum-coloured ribbons splayed over the dining table stared back at him, they’d been discarded there right after he made it into the room and peeled his clothes off. Chan threw the towel he had on his head on the table, and picked up one of the ribbons to start wrapping it in itself around his fingers.

Of course the thing had been enchanted by the Queen herself. He didn’t understand how, but he was sure now that the familiarity he felt from the fabric was just her. Am I becoming magic sensitive? He couldn’t help but think with an incredulous chuckle.

The sudden knock on his door didn’t surprise him much. Wang Eun would often drop by at this time to pester him a bit before Chan went to work on the Big Bad Wolf’s repairs–usually to tell Chan the latest gossip that was being murmured around the corridors.

Chan wondered what it would be this time… Who had shagged who in the kitchen’s pantry? Who was getting married in secret? The thought made him chuckle. Not thinking much of it, Chan spoke finally, “come in”.

The movement of his fingers on the ribbon stopped immediately the moment he looked away from the fabric in his hands and towards the door. It was, very clearly, not Wang Eun who had knocked, but the Queen herself that had made her way into his chambers.

He saw it almost in slow motion, the moment her expression turned to one akin to a deer in the headlights when she spotted him in the middle of the room, when she spotted him, essentially, naked, save for the towel around his hips.

She tried to say something, but her mouth closed right after. He could feel it so vividly, her burning gaze roaming his form.

Was that a blush on her cheeks? 

Was she flustered? 

Good. 

She deserved it. 

Chan would’ve loved to say he felt embarrassed or shy, but, truly, he didn’t. Not one bit. Even if he enjoyed the attention, he enjoyed seeing her struggle much, much more… Struggling, just like he had many times before.

“Good morning?” Chan offered, after a few moments of silence.

Her Majesty’s wandering eyes snapped up to his, quickly masking the stunned look on her face into one of neutrality. “Morning”. 

Chan didn’t say anything else. If she had come all the way here, she surely had something to tell him, so he just shut his mouth and held her gaze. The ribbon he had around his fingers was finally twisted into a neat roll. So he placed the wad on the table, and picked up the other ribbon to start repeating the motions.

The Queen inhaled a shaky breath, each hand tight in a fist next to her. “Listen… Last night–”

“Don’t worry about it”, Chan interrupted her, looking away from her eyes to focus on the ribbon he was twisting around his digits. “I overstepped the line, I get it. It’s fine”.

It wasn’t fine, clearly. But he decided to act as if it were, even if his words came out a bit harsher than he intended.

“No, no. You didn’t do anything. Listen”, she was quick to reassure him, which gave him pause. Had he not done anything? Now he was truly confused. The Queen took a tentative step closer, twisting the ring on her index finger with her thumb when she continued. “There’s a lot going on and… and last night… I was dangerous, very dangerous… I still am today, but I am managing it much better”.

Chan could see it, the way her hands trembled, her hair swaying slightly even when there was no current coming from the windows. Something wasn’t quite right, and for a brief moment, he had the urge to walk closer, hold her hands, and hope for the best. But he didn’t do it. Instead, he just placed the rolled ribbon on the table and crossed his arms over his chest.

Her Majesty’s eyes followed his movement, staring at his chest briefly. With a minute shake of her head she continued talking. “I figured if I was a bit harsh, you would leave. And you did. But I felt horrible right after, and I’m sorry, truly. You saw how the books flew off the shelves, that wasn’t on purpose. I just… didn’t want to hurt you”.

“Didn’t think you would”, the words flew out of his mouth without much thought, but he realised they were true the moment they were out there.

“I know”, the Queen took a deep breath, moving one of her hands to the other to start playing with the rings on her fingers. “That’s why I decided to put some space. I need you to understand that this has nothing to do with you, and everything to do with me”.

Chan’s eyes looked into hers. It was almost comical how swiftly her words eased that uncomfortable feeling in his stomach, but he was still worried. He took the towel from where it had landed on the table and threw it on his head to continue drying his hair.

“Can I ask what happened?” Chan walked to his bed, and sat down on the edge while he rubbed the towel on his head.

“You can ask”, Her Majesty walked forward, so she could pull one of the dining chairs in his direction. She sat on it, and crossed one leg over the other. “But I won’t tell you. I don’t want to lie to you, so I prefer to keep it to myself”.

Chan hummed in response. He wanted to know, but he couldn’t force her to say anything, so he decided to not press further, respecting her decision. He removed the towel from his head, fixing his hair as best as he could with his hand.

She held his gaze the entire time, the foot of the leg crossed on top of the other bounced up and down slightly. He could practically see the gears turning inside her head as silence embraced them. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but there was an air of something floating between them, something pleasant, but, in a way, dangerous. A different type of danger than the one the Queen had been worried about. 

Her Majesty inhaled deeply, then spoke. “I’ll be gone for a few days. Dev will stay here, so if you need anything don’t hesitate to go to him. I already asked someone to help Felix out, too”.

Chan nodded. A few seconds passed, spent just looking at her, and the Queen just looked right back at him, until a question bubbled on his tongue. “Wherever you’re going, will you be okay?”

“We’ll see”, the Queen shrugged, tapping her fingers on the armrest of the chair. She looked at him for a few bated breaths, until she spoke again. “Are you okay?”

Chan shrugged. “Don’t worry about it. Just got a lot of things on my mind”

You, for starters, he thought, but he didn’t dare say it out loud.

Her Majesty hummed in understanding. She trained her gaze on him again, Chan could see the way her eyes scanned his face even from a distance. For a moment, it looked like she was about to say something, but clearly decided against it, shaking her head slightly as she stood up.

“Anyway”, she placed the chair back on its original spot and then walked towards the door to swing it open. “See you in a few days”, were her last words before she left the room and closed the door behind her.

Chan’s eyes stayed glued to the door for a few moments, until he exhaled, and dropped his body on the bed. He felt relieved, at the very least, he hadn’t crossed any lines and made the Queen uncomfortable, but now a different type of worry–one unrelated to his actions–clung to his bones when he thought of her outburst.

“Ow!”

Chan, Changbin, and Felix had been working on the Big Bad Wolf for most of the afternoon. Chan had spent the time mostly crouching under the main console, fixing connections within the unit, while Felix and Changbin assisted carrying things around when the engineers working within the corridors needed an extra set of hands.

Changbin had just hit his head while he tried to pick up a box of scraps from under one of the desks in the control room. Felix had laughed at him after, only for him to turn around and hit himself against one of the open panels on the wall, which made Changbin mock him immediately, alleging ‘Karma’s a bitch’.

Chan chuckled softly from his spot on the floor. Even if he was still worried, his friends’ antics brought some semblance of comfort. He’d tried his best to calm down after his conversation with the Queen. He reached the conclusion that there was nothing much he could do… But, in a way, that was exactly the problem. He couldn’t do anything.

Talboot had been chatting his ear off all afternoon, which also helped keep his mind occupied for a bit. Chan was learning a lot from the old man, too. His numerous years of experience in the field filled him with vast amounts of knowledge, and he was more than happy to share that knowledge with Chan, which he appreciated immensely.

“Knock, knock!” The sudden voice peeled Talboot’s attention from Chan to the woman now entering the control room with a large basket nestled in her arms.

“Ah, my dear!” Talboot rushed to the woman, and took the basket from her to give her a tight hug. “Boys, this is my youngest, Jenna”, he addressed the three rebels as he placed the basket on one of the desks.

Chan recognised her as the woman he’d seen in the throne room next to Wang Eun the day they arrived, the same one that had also bested the Queen when they were in the training grounds. She was tall, much taller than all three of them–even taller than her father–with the characteristic Liralean tattoos adorning only her left arm.

They greeted her, each one providing their name with polite smiles on their faces–or, at least, Changbin and Felix did. Chan wasn’t sure his expression could’ve been considered a smile, but no one seemed to care much about it.

“I brought pastries from my sister’s bakery”, Jenna gestured to the basket on the desk. “There’s plenty for everyone”.

Chan perked up at the mention of the delicious pastries, but he decided to wait until the sudden swarm of workers around the basket dissipated to go get his fill. Changbin and Felix probably had similar thoughts as they just lingered around the control unit.

Jenna came close to them, addressing Felix with an animated tone. “I’m sure you’re aware the Queen will be absent for a few days. She’s asked me to give you a hand in her absence”.

Felix’s face lit up immediately, making Chan and Changbin exchange an amused look. “Ah, really? She did mention it. But no light magic stuff, no?”

“Nope”, she gave him an apologetic smile. “Unfortunately for you, I was the only one available. I harbour elemental magic. Earth magic to be exact, but I can show you some basics!”

“That’s great, really!” Felix was beaming, and a splitting smile spread on his face. “When can we start?”

Jenna chuckled. “I was hoping now! That’s what I came here for”. 

“Hey, boy”, Talboot spoke to Chan, pointing to the communication unit, which left Felix and Jenna’s conversation forgotten in the background. “Looks like someone’s calling”.

Changbin looked at Chan in alarm. The flashing green light of the communicator indicated an incoming call from their base. Chan thanked Talboot, and quickly connected two earpieces to the unit. He placed one in his ear and handed the other one to Changbin. It was unusual for the rest of their crew to call them first, especially at this time.

As soon as he picked up, Chan heard Jisung’s hurried words. “You guys okay?”

“We’re okay”, Changbin offered. 

“Are you?” Chan added, worry laced his words as soon as he heard the shakiness in Jisung’s voice.

Chan heard the sigh of relief on the other end, which hardly did anything to calm him. If anything, it made him worry more. “We’re okay, too”.

Jisung stayed silent for a while, which kickstarted a twitch in Chan’s left eye. “Are you going to elaborate, or are we supposed to know what's going on telepathically?” Chan kept his voice as low as he could, looking at his surroundings to make sure no one was listening to them. Felix had left with Jenna, he realised, so they would fill him in later.

“I’m not sure how to start”, Jisung sounded antsy, which immediately started the warning bells in Chan’s head. “Jaebum’s unit… They were carrying out a mission in Othem, trying to overtake one of the guard ports and…” he went silent again.

“And?” Changbin urged.

“Shit, sorry. I’m kinda nervous”, Jisung took a deep breath. Chan could see him in his mind vividly. After so many years living together, he was able to pick apart every gesture their crewmates made. When anxious, Jisung’s lower lip would quiver and his hands would fly to his face in an attempt to soothe himself. That was probably how he looked right now. “They were captured”, he said finally, with a slight tremble in his voice.

Chan and Changbin looked at each other in alarm, with their eyes wide as they scanned each other’s faces. Chan clenched his fists, trying his best to keep his tone even and his voice low to not attract attention from the workers in the room. “What happened?”

“We don’t know for sure yet”, Jisung offered, and a tired sigh resonated from Chan’s earpiece. “Dall has sent a message to all units. They’re planning a rescue mission with their own unit. Those of us who wish to collaborate are welcome to do so. Those of us who don’t want to or can’t join for one reason or another… They’re urging us to stay low and protect ourselves”.

Changbin’s fist hit the table–some workers looked at them briefly, but returned to their tasks almost immediately after. “Shit. We can’t do anything”.

“We can’t, either… The Shining Starlight isn’t fully operational yet”, Jisung sounded genuinely stressed about it.

Chan’s closed fist trembled–not out of fear, but out of anger. He was seething, the feeling was eating him alive right there where he stood. It wasn’t the first time it happened, but it also wasn’t often that one of their own got captured by the Charmer’s minions. If he recalled correctly, it had already been over a year since the last incident.

Each time something like this happened, Dall’s reaction had been the same. They informed the Alliance they would deploy their unit for a rescue mission, and requested for the rest to either assist or lay low, which was something Chan had honestly always respected from their leader. They never forced them to do anything, it was always up to each member of the Alliance to decide whether they were willing to take the risk or not.

“Jisung”, Chan’s tone surprised even himself, the dangerous evenness to it was almost fabricated, it was his own way of trying not to worry his crewmates, and it seemed to be coming out on its own at this point. He looked around him once again to make sure no one was paying attention to them. “Any information on how many members were captured and if they’re still alive?”

“Nothing, captain”, Jisung sounded defeated, which was a sentiment Chan wholeheartedly understood.

Changbin looked at Chan, a mix of anger and concern pooled in his friend’s eyes as he looked around the room. Changbin didn’t need to say anything, Chan just understood him immediately. There were too many people in the control room at this time for them to be having such a sensitive conversation.

Chan closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to try to calm himself. “Jisung, we’ll call you later”.

Uneasiness clung to every fibre of his body while Chan walked aimlessly around the castle. Once all workers left the Big Bad Wolf, he and his two friends went back to contact their base again. Their other crewmates had no further news, so they just used the time to try and comfort each other.

The night was oddly quiet. There was barely any rustle of leaves or any hooting owls. Chan wasn’t sure what was causing the heavy feeling in his chest. Was it the sense of defeat from knowing his peers were more than likely fighting for their lives out there? Or was it the sudden absence of the woman that had barged into his heart and made herself at home?

When he put it into perspective, it felt silly to even be bothered by the latter. After all, the prospect of death was a much more pressing matter than his aching heart. However, he reasoned he could be afflicted by both, considering his feelings were far from logical anyway. So, with that realisation, he allowed himself to be bummed out by both, all while he tried his best to not look too miserable when he strolled around the courtyards on his own in the middle of the night.

What an odd thing to be satisfied about, he thought, kicking a pebble out of his way. But he was, truly. Hardly ever would he allow himself to feel things, he was always trying to be the best captain, the best pilot, the most calculating rebel leader… Letting himself bask in his misery was, in a way, freeing.

An unexpected light in his peripheral vision caught his attention, and his gaze moved instinctively to see who–or what–it might be. The light was partially covered by a big bear statue, he’d have to circle it to see more clearly, so, with languid steps, he made his way around it, just out of curiosity.

The large shape moving around on the grass took him aback slightly, until his eyes focused enough to see it was Freyr, His Majesty’s giant wolf. He was rolling around on the grass, much like any other canine would–much like Freyja would often do. It was almost comical, seeing the large lump of fluff rolling around as if it couldn’t kill a person in a millisecond with a snap of his jaw.

A soft chuckle passed Chan’s lips at the sight, Freyr was rather cute up close, and–just like the last time he saw him–he felt the urge to try to pet him, so he walked closer.

“Good evening, Chan”.

“Holy–”

The sudden deep voice breaking through the otherwise quiet space almost made Chan jump out of his skin. He recovered quickly, though, and addressed the source with a slight bow of his head. “Your Majesty”, he tried his best to not sound as surprised as he was, failing miserably.

The High King chuckled, clearly amused by the panicked look on Chan’s face. He swirled the glass in his hand, producing that typical tinkling sound when the ice floating in the liquid hit the glass. “What brings you around these areas at this time? Don’t you sleep?”

Don’t you? would’ve been the first thing to come out of Chan’s mouth had it been anyone else speaking with that tone. However, he already knew His Majesty to just be prickly overall, so he decided instead to not take it to heart, and to try his best to have an amicable conversation with the man. “Doesn’t seem like I do these days, Your Majesty”, Chan stuffed his hands in his pockets, confidently holding the warlock’s gaze.

The High King hummed, taking a sip of his drink and eyeing Chan over the rim of his glass. “I’m sure you’ve heard my dear sister has left for a few days”.

“I did”, Chan moved slowly, tentatively taking a seat on the farthest side of the bench, as far away from the High King as possible.

“I’d like to say I’m annoyed, but It’s only fair. I was gone for a few days, too”, His Majesty looked towards his wolf rolling around on the grass, swirling his drink. “It’s tough when she’s gone. But don’t tell her I said that”.

Chan wasn’t sure why the High King was telling him this, but he figured the man was just trying to find some common ground with him.

“You’d have to cover her duties, right?” Chan asked out of genuine curiosity, feeling no real hostility from His Majesty towards his presence.

The High King hummed in acknowledgement. “But that’s not why it’s tough. I just miss her”, his words took Chan by surprise, so much so he wasn’t able to conceal the expression on his face, which made His Majesty chuckle. “Don’t look so shocked. We fight all the time, but at the end of the day, she’s a part of me, just like I’m a part of her”, he added, sipping his drink. His words were genuine, which was a contrast to the tone he used to say them.

The sound of footsteps on the grass caught Chan’s attention. Hoseok was walking in their direction, but he stopped briefly to pet Freyr’s exposed stomach. As he resumed his walk and came close, he finally spoke. “Hello Chan”.

Chan waved at him, greeting him with a quiet ‘Hello’. Hoseok’s movements stopped once he stood in front of His Majesty, and one of his hands came up to comb the High King’s long hair. “What are you doing here?”

“Sulking”, His Majesty wrapped his arms around Hoseok’s waist, bringing him close to bury his face in his stomach.

Hoseok sighed, and a flash of concern crossed his features. He kept caressing his partner’s hair, and turned to Chan. “Has he given you trouble?”

The High King weakly whined against Hoseok’s stomach, his sounds muffled by the fabric of the Prince’s vest, which made Chan chuckle softly.

“Not at all”, and it was true. The man was prickly, sure, but he was certainly trying to have a conversation with Chan, like acquaintances.

Hoseok hummed, offering a kind smile to Chan before he patted his partner on the head. “Come on, sweetheart. Time for bed”.

His Majesty tightened his hold around Hoseok’s waist, but he didn’t make any attempts to move. Hoseok chuckled softly, ruffling the High King’s hair a bit. “Come on, darling. You can sulk in bed. I need to sleep, but I don’t want to if you aren’t there”.

His Majesty finally removed his face from Hoseok’s stomach with a dramatic sigh. “Fine”.

Hoseok removed himself from his space, and His Majesty immediately stood up and stretched his limbs before he leaned forward to place a soft peck on Hoseok’s lips. 

Chan liked Hoseok. The man was level, strong, and clearly caring towards his family. In a way, he felt jealous. Not because of his strength or his looks, but because Hoseok was able to do all the things he wished he could do–and he did them openly and confidently. He briefly wondered if at some point he’d be able to fill a similar role in the Queen’s life, just like Hoseok did in the High King’s… Would she want that?

“Thank you for listening, Chan”, His Majesty’s words brought him back from his thoughts. They felt genuine, which warmed Chan up slightly. He took a hold of Hoseok’s hand as the Prince was saying his goodbyes to Chan. ‘Time for bed’, he urged Freyr to follow them, mimicking Hoseok’s words from earlier in a slightly mocking tone, which made Hoseok chuckle. 

Chan left the place shortly after, deciding that he, too, should at least try to get some rest. As he tucked himself into bed back in his chambers, an uncomfortable feeling settled within him, and after picking at it for a few minutes, he came to an odd conclusion. 

His mind, save for his thoughts, felt quiet. The seemingly ever-present humming in his skull that started the day they had landed here was completely absent, which unsettled him immediately.

Chan didn’t like that one bit.

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