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harrowreads · 1 year ago

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CHELL, GOOD GOLLY, WHERE DO I BEGIN????

at the beginning, probably. let's be real.

THIS FIC IS SO FUN AHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i don't read summaries or warnings so i had no idea what to expect, and i had such a fun time. beta reading this took me way too long because i was also typing up my little thoughts and notes for you, which are under the cut because spoilieeeees.

for those who have not read yet, i will say above the cut, that i encourage you to do so!!! this story is just as fun as it is sexy, and you get a rare treat of Chell writing a reader insert hehe. Jungkook is as adorable as he is sexy, and tbh, the whiplash before that one scene is somewhat astounding (and fitting, giving the circumstances.)

ok let's get it!!!

already we have adorable flirting between jungkook and mc. i love it hehe. NOT LITTLE RED TO MY BIG BAD WOLF LMAOOOOO. oh man.

omg i love Wooyoung. i don't write Ateez members enough, but if i did, he would also be the sassy best friend (which works bc i always slot Jimin into that spot haha. iyk,yk.)

omg is she dressing like a wolf or a cat hahahaha. and putting on cute pink lingerie. is she TRYING TO get jk to undress her tonight??? 😈😈😈

AWEEEE TINY BIG CATSSSS. i love mc haha and i love that we're having a pallas cat here for reasons you are fully aware of hehe.

oooh, Dionysus is fun. sounds like the kind of place my Collateral family needs to own. is it for sale???

awe, i had a feeling that poor little Tisha would come dressed as Little Red lolol.

OH GOOD Taehyung is a menace in every universe. i love him so much. if he's a singer, then i am guessing JK is also part of the band hehehe. excitinggg.

"and Jimin is our manager" stop lashfasklfljasf idk why that's so funny.

oh god JK is immediately flirting i might go die. "I'm still pretty big" STOPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OHHHHHHH INTRIGUE!!!!! talk of making mc part of the pack but humans can't join, hmmmmmmmm????? i sense foreshadowingggggg.

ooohhhhh some Tisha pov!!!!!!

"she knows that isn't Jungkook" standing and talking to Taehyung lmao girlie are you sure of that???

"some wannabe rockstar" damnnnn Tisha is rude as hell lmaooo.

ARE YOU GOOD AT BANGING THINGS. TISHA STOP. i'm so embarrassed for her lolololol.

whoa sirens nooo!!! i feel like there has to be laws against someone singing you into their bed lmaoooo. idk how we would regulate for something like that, tho, like....then you're trying to form laws against all species and where does it end??? IT'S A SLIPPERY SLOPE!!!!

omg "are your pack romantically together" i cannot with this girl haha.

ohhhh Tisha is a witch, huh???

OHHHH SHE TURNED EVERYONE INSIDE THE BUILDING INTO THEIR COSTUMES, DIDNT SHE????? would the werewolves still be werewolves tho or are they just humans who know how to play instruments??? lolol.

oh boy, is mc an omega cat hybrid?!!?!? (is she only wearing her cute lingerie set on top or beneath her cat suit??? SO MANY QUESTIONS!!!)(OK YOU ANSWERED MY QUESTIONS THANK YOU HAHAHHAHA.)

man, i love how everyone is able to keep it chill until there are alpha and omega dynamics and they both are like BRAIN EMPTY MUST FUCK.

OK OKOKOKOKOK HOLD ON. why has it never occurred to me before to have an alpha mark a room by PEEING AT THE DOOR. i am just. i love it hahahha. i screamed and then ran to tell you immediately because i could not hold my thoughts in asflajsfjlasfasflafa.

okay well, i assume that the earlier conversation about the pack invite being open means jk has already discussed you with them, because the MATING MARK LOLOL. it's fun how he immediately panics and is like SHIT I AM SORRY bc yeah bro, you just !!!?!!?!!?! dude, come on hahahahhhaaha.

AHHHHHHHH this was so cute. i had no idea what was going on bc you know i never read a summary or warnings to save my life, and i was not sure how the title would come into play until Wooyoung was a literal vampire lmaoooo. this was a blast, and so perfect for Halloween!!!! 😍😍😍 excellent work, my friend!!!

Blessed With A Curse | J.JK

☾ Pairing: Werewolf!Jungkook x Hybrid!Reader

☾ Summary: When your company throws a mandatory Halloween party, you aren’t thrilled. You’re even less thrilled when a delusional coworker ruins the party and places a curse on everyone because her crush, the resident werewolf, Jeon Jungkook, rejected them.

When a coworker gets rejected at the company Halloween party, things get crazy.

☾ Genre/AU: Smut, Werewolf AU, Hybrid AU, Modern Magic AU

☾ Rating: NC-17

☾ Word Count: 12.7K

☾ 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖡𝖳𝖲 𝖥𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖥𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖳𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗋 𝖳𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝖻, 𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 @sailoryooons 𝖺𝗇𝖽 @theharrowing

a/n: for the wonderful @jessikahathaway! i hope you enjoy this bad boy 'cause it had me on my ass a few times. once i was able to get over myself, this wrote itself and i had fun with it. banner/diver made by the wonderful @itaeewon. betaed by the kickass @theharrowing

song credit: werewolf by montionless in white | wolf by woosung

You are typing away on your keyboard, lost in your own little world. It feels like the day is dragging and you would like for it to be over. At least that is what you were thinking until you noticed that the workplace background noise started to fade away. Gazing up from your computer screen, you see your office manager standing near the main door. He clears his throat and claps his hands three times to get everyone’s attention. What could he possibly want at this hour? Two of the other managers step through the door and you squint trying to figure out why the three of them are here. You don’t recall any email about a meeting.

“Okay everyone! Listen up, please?” The office manager looks around to make sure all eyes are on him before he continues. “As you know our Halloween party is tonight. I expect to see you all there, dressed appropriately!” The office manager stands with his back facing the main door with the HR and Marketing managers on either side of him. The three of them together strongly remind you of Ed, Edd, and Eddy, but you keep that thought to yourself.

“Everyone will receive a text message with the address, as well as an email. Please make sure to give the company name at the door and enjoy yourselves.”

“I am looking forward to seeing everyone’s costumes tonight. See you all later and until then enjoy your time off!”

The three managers all leave with smiles on their faces and you roll your eyes as you turn your attention back to your computer. Honestly, you forgot all about the Halloween party tonight. It’s not like you have much of a choice, it is mandatory fun. You still have a few more emails to finish up, as well as two more documents to review before you can even think of leaving for the day. A shadow looms over your desk and you sigh knowing that shape right away.

“Jungkook, I swear to God if you try a jump scare I will slam your face through this screen.”

A startled whine comes from behind followed by a deep sigh before Jungkook comes to stand in your line of sight by the side of your desk. His chocolate brown doe eyes are even wider than normal as he stares at you with a pout on his lips, making the clear spacers in his piercings more noticeable.

“You’re no fun. You know that, right?”

You suck your teeth and raise an eyebrow as Jungkook parks his ass on the edge of your desk. His black dress pants strain against his thighs and when you glance up, the white button down he is wearing, pulls at the muscles of his flexed biceps. As the resident werewolf in the office, Jungkook’s muscles are a common topic of conversation…and his impeccable sense of smell. Though Jungkook isn’t the only creature that works with you. There are vampires, goblins, fairies, wyrm, dragons and even mermaids in the office. It is a mixing pot of species which always offers some kind of entertainment for yourself.

“Can I help you, wolfie?”

Jungkook’s eyes flash a bright red before they shift back to their brown color making you smirk.

“One of these days I’m going to bite you,” Jungkook threatens as he curls his upper lip to show off his elongated canines.

“So I can be stuck with you for the rest of my life?” You grimace and shake your head. “No, thanks.”

“Like you don’t wanna be part of my pack.” Jungkook licks his lips and runs a hand through his dark hair, a few of the curls tangling around his fingers making his bicep flex once again from the sudden snag. His hair is styled out of his eyes, swooped upwards and back; not a single hair out of place…until now. One lone curl hangs from Jungkook’s head and kisses his temple. You resist the urge to tuck it behind his ear.

“Pretty sure it’s Taehyung’s pack and I would only join for Seokjin’s cooking and a good cuddle with Yoongi.”

Jungkook growls and you laugh knowing that you struck a nerve. You have met Jungkook’s pack mates many times and they are all a bunch of chill guys. They all work on different floors, in different departments. Yoongi is the pack alpha and from what you know, Seokjin, Namjoon and Taehyung are the only omegas in the pack. Taehyung, Yoongi, Namjoon and Jungkook are werewolves, Jimin and Hoseok are demons and sweet Seokjin is an oncilla hybrid. Which blew your mind when you found out because Seokjin is not a little guy by any means, the man is massive.

“Jungkook?”

A voice calls his name, cutting through your laughter and you smile at your coworker, Tisha. She is a cute little thing. Doesn’t have much height on her, maybe five-one or five-two at best with long black hair and doll-like green eyes.

“What’s up, Tisha?” Jungkook asks and you turn your attention back to your computer screen, happy for the distraction. You really would like to finish this before it’s time to leave. You would settle for a little overtime, but since tonight is the company wide Halloween party, overtime has been banned.

“My computer is acting up again. Can you take a look at it?”

“Have you emailed tech?”

You bite your lip to keep from laughing. Clearly Tisha hasn’t called tech or else she wouldn’t be asking for Jungkook’s help.

“I thought it would be faster with your help. I know they get busy around this time.”

Jungkook sighs and pushes himself off your desk, “See you at the party tonight?”

You glance at Jungkook and frown, “You sound way too excited.”

Jungkook grins and shrugs his shoulders, “Who doesn’t love a Halloween party?” Jungkook’s smile is blinding as he leans towards you, wiggling his eyebrows. “You gonna be the Little Red to my Big Bad Wolf?”

“Isn’t that a little cliche?” Tisha asks and Jungkook waves off her comment.

“I mean, I am a werewolf, so…”

Jungkook scrunches his nose and you roll your eyes as you mutter, “More like an overgrown lap dog-”

“I heard that,” Jungkook growls and you smile up at him, widening your eyes to seem more innocent. Jungkook glares at you with no real anger and huffs. “Such a fucking brat,” he grumbles and leaves your space with Tisha right behind him chatting his ear off.

You giggle to yourself and shake your head. Jungkook is something else, that’s for sure. He is your workplace bestie and the biggest pain in your ass all at the same time. Little does he know that your Halloween costume is already picked out. You think Jungkook will get a kick out of it and you might be a little excited to show him.

Standing in your bathroom with a towel wrapped tightly around your body, you wipe the steam from the mirror and sigh. You fell asleep when you got home and slept past your alarm, so now you have forty minutes to get ready if you don’t want to be hella late to the party. Music plays from your bluetooth speaker, filling the air with Jackson Wang’s ‘Cheetah’ and it makes you smile.

The first thing you get started on is your makeup, a nude smokey cat eye with grey accents is the first half of the look. Followed by painting the lower part of your nose a soft pink and upper lip black. Your lower lip is the same grey from your eyes to pull the whole look together. Removing the towel from around your head, you click your tongue. You quickly twist the hair into two braids that go straight back, secure the ends with bobby pins and pull a wig cap on.

A set of stencils are on your countertop and you hold one of them up to your forehead. The shape looks weird and you don’t have faith that you will be able to make it look right. Using black eyeshadow and a little eyeliner, you fill in the stencil slowly. A handful of black spots are now on your forehead, they look out of place and you frown.

Your phone goes off, cutting off the tunes and you glance over to see that Wooyoung, another work friend is calling. You answer the call and put him on speaker as you continue to get ready.

“Bitch! Where are you??”

“I’m getting ready. Where are you?”

“I just left the house, did you want me to pick you up?”

You think it over. You really would love to be able to drink and not have to worry about driving home.

“Can you drive slow?”

“The fuck kinda question-”

“I’m still getting ready, damn. Just text me when you’re out front.”

You hang up the phone and head into your bedroom. Walking over to your closet, you step inside and look at the grey wig you purchased just for this stupid party. Grabbing the wig and the styrofoam head that came with it, you carry everything to the bathroom and set it on the sink. Pulling out your styling products and a pair of hair scissors, you section the wig into parts while singing along to whatever song is playing. For your costume, you think a wolf cut would look cute and match the overall vibe…so, with the scissors in your hands, you get to work. The final product isn’t bad, a nice mix between a shag and mullet. It is roughly sexy and once you place it on your head, you can’t help but grin.

Grabbing a makeup brush, you spend some time on your eyebrows, making them look fluffy and slightly overgrown before you grab the unopened pack of fake canine teeth. Carefully, you glue them onto your own canines and smile at your reflection. It’s all coming together. The last thing you need are the hazel contacts that sit on the counter. You struggle with them, but after a solid five minutes, you have them both in. You look at yourself in the mirror and blow yourself a kiss, this was a wonderful idea!

Leaving the bathroom for the time being, you look at the outfit that is laid out on your bed. A grey bodysuit with black heels, a set of fluffy grey and beige triangle ears and a matching tail. Your phone chimes with a notification and you know that Wooyoung is outside waiting for you. Dropping your towel, you skip over to your dresser and pull open your underwear drawer.

Looking at the different colors and material, you settle on a baby pink lingerie set that still has the tags on it. It’s a mesh thong with small and medium sized flowers on the sides with an open underwire bra that has the same flowers covering your nipples in a diagonal line. Looking at the set you smile to yourself because you are sure you have a pink choker from your wild days that matches.

Putting the set on, you slip into the bodysuit and double check that the flower impressions of the lingerie aren’t visible before you search for the choker. Your phone chimes again and you roll your eyes.

“Yes, yes. I’m coming,” you grumble to yourself as you quickly fasten the pink leather choker around your neck. It even has a tiny silver hoop that hangs from which looks cute as opposed to badass. You clip the tail to your outfit, set the ears on top of your head and look at yourself in the mirror one last time.

“Damn, I look good!”

Grabbing your shoes, phone and purse, you head to the front door and text Wooyoung that you are coming outside now. You shove your feet into your black heels and hurry out of your apartment, more than a little excited to see Jungkook’s reaction to your costume. Taking the elevator, you hum to yourself and wait until you reach the first floor. You wonder what Wooyoung is dressed as. You know for a fact that the man is dressed up, he will never pass up a chance to show off his beauty.

Outside of your apartment complex you look around for Wooyoung’s car and spot it across the street. He spots you at the same time and climbs out of his car, whistling as he does so. Wooyoung is stunning in his white ruffled shirt. The loose sleeves cuff around his wrist, the collar is lined with lace, with a keyhole opening on his chest that he pairs with a black leather corset harness. His black dress pants hug him nicely and his freshly dyed black hair hangs just below his eyebrows.

“Ooooooooh! Look at this sexy lil kitten. Hello, beautiful!”

You roll your eyes and grin, stepping into Wooyoung’s arms as he hugs you tightly. Pulling away, you tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear and stare at Wooyoung’s hair.

“You look good. Black might just be your color.”

“Please,” Wooyoung pushes towards the other side of the car as he opens his door. “Any color is my color.”

Once in the car, you buckle up and fiddle with your phone, “Can I DJ?” Wooyoung gives you permission and you giggle to yourself. You have yet to listen to Mark Tuan’s new EP ‘Fallen’, so what a perfect time to do it now. Syncing with the radio, you hit play and ‘Your World’ starts to play.

“I don’t recognize the voice,” Wooyoung comments and you shake your head.

“Cause your taste in music is shit. This is Mark Tuan’s new EP.”

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that. Would be a real shame if your door just magically opened, huh?”

You laugh and Wooyoung sucks his teeth, coming to a stop at a red light. Looking out the window, you notice that the clouds above are a pale grey color that carries the promise of a light shower later on.

“Who do you think is going to out their office romance this year?” Wooyoung’s voice pulls you from your thoughts and you shrug your shoulders.

You remember from last year that your office manager and one of the newer interns wore matching Halloween costumes. They were the only workers dressed as Team Rocket from Pokemon. You haven’t really heard any dating rooms going around in your office but that doesn’t mean the rest of the office is innocent.

“I heard Jungkook was going to be the Big Bad Wolf…not much creativity there.”

“Oh, you think?”

“If I was a fucking werewolf, I would pick something else-”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know…maybe a dog catcher?”

You whip your head to the side to look at Wooyoung and he glances at you from the corner of his eye.

“What? That’s pretty fucking clever!”

“I-I can’t believe you just said that.”

There is a small beat of silence before you and Wooyoung both start to laugh.

“Jungkook would rip you a new one if he heard that,” you wheeze, thankful that you used waterproof makeup since your eyes are tearing up.

“I mean, come on. That would be fucking iconic!”

You shake your head in disbelief and Wooyoung giggles.

“So, I get that you’re a cat, but like, I have no idea what kind.”

“You really can’t tell what breed I am?”

“I just said that.” Wooyoung shots you an unimpressed look and you sigh.

“Damn, I thought it was obvious. I’m a pallas cat!”

“A what?”

“Oh come on, Woo! It’s my favorite animal of all time! It’s one of the tiny big cats.”

Wooyoung raises an eyebrow and shrugs his shoulders, “I’ll take your word for it, kitten.”

Based on the company-wide email, the club is called Dionysus and the music rattles the windows of Wooyoung’s car as he finds a parking space. Outside there is a slight chill in the air, the scent of fried foods and sweat riding the current that creeps from the open door that leads into the club. With Wooyoung by your side, you make your way to the front of the line. People glare at the two of you but Wooyoung grabs your hand and gives it a firm squeeze.

“Don’t worry about them. We have people inside waiting.”

At the front of the line, a woman with startling electric blue eyes raises an eyebrow as Wooyoung walks up to her. There are a pair of black rounded ears on top of her head and you know that she is some kind of hybrid, but you aren’t sure what breed. Maybe a rodent of some short, you think she could be an opossum. She is dressed all back, with the club’s name written in silver cursive across her chest.

“You don’t see the line?” Her voice is sharp and Wooyoung shakes his head.

“We’re not trying to be late, our boss is expecting us. Blue & Grey Enterprise.”

The woman nods her head and looks down at the clipboard in her hands, “Names?”

Wooyoung rattles off your names and she asks for ID before the two of you can enter the club. The club looks more like an opera house. It’s a large glass and iron building with beautiful ash-white archways, spicy grey pepper LVP flooring and an endless supply of natural light. Simple tracking light fixtures are placed through the club, spaced together in groups of two with elegant grey and white pendant lights hanging at tasteful intervals. There are two floors to the club and the moment you step through the doors, you feel like you have been transported to another world.

It feels like the scene of a high budget movie. All around you, people are dancing with drinks in their hands. The lighting is a mix of blue, purple and red with smoke snaking around on the floor. The walls seemingly reflect the lighting, creating a mirror like effect that shimmers and glows. The air is warm but you can feel that the air conditioning is on somewhere, most likely on the second floor since heat rises. Large floor to ceiling silk curtains hang from up high, sheer and light in soft shades of cream that drink in the colors of the lights.

“Come on, let’s find our group.”

Wooyoung moves to the far edge of the dance floor, closer to the wall as he pulls you along behind him. In the corner elevated above the crowd, a large DJ box is suspended with hanging black ivy, fairy lights and a floating staircase. The DJ wears an oversized head piece that resembles a Greek statue with a gold and emerald circlet on top. The place is impressive and you wonder why the company chose such an extravagant place. Many people are dressed in costumes as you walk past and from the amount of skin shown you know that none of the people on the lower level are from your company.

A set of steps leading to the upper level catch your eye and as you get closer, you notice that there is a guard dressed much like the woman from out front. The security guard stands with his arms crossed over his chest and he looks completely unphased by the strangers around him. Upon seeing you and Wooyoung, he narrows his eyes and Wooyoung shows his work ID. Following his lead, you do the same and the man nods his head before he unlatches the green and gold ivy rope that blocks off the upper floor.

“Enjoy yourselves tonight.”

Wooyoung releases your hand and motions for you to walk up before him. He blocks anyone’s eyes from staring at your butt and you giggle to yourself. Wooyoung is such a gentleman, you love him dearly.

If you thought the lower level was something out of a movie then the upper level is pulled straight from the dreams of an elite designer. Dark wooden furniture with plush white and black setting, vines of ivy clung to the walls, golden ring lights are pressed into the ceiling with more of the white pendant lights hung in small clusters. A single bar top that runs the entire length of the room, is pressed against the wall. The counter is too far away to see but you wouldn’t doubt if it was marble.

You spot a few familiar faces and point out the coworkers to Wooyoung. The two of you head over to say hello before you search for your friends.

“Oh my God, you made it!!!”

Arms wrapped around your waist tightly, squeezing the breath from your lungs and when you look down, a bright red hood is all you see.

“Your costume is so cute! Are you a hybrid?”

The body pulls away and those striking green eyes spark up at you. You take in the woman’s sultry makeup, the soft curls in her hair and the spillage of boob from the white ruffled blouse that has a black corset pushing everything upwards.

“Tisha! You look…wait, are you Little Red?”

You stare down at your coworker and you can feel the pride spilling off her as she grins and nods her head. Her curls bounce around her shoulders and you can’t help but laugh. Of course she would want to match with Jungkook.

“It suits you.” You look around and you don’t see Jungkook at all.

“Right! I just know Jungkook will love it!” Tisha smooths her hands over the red skirt of her dress and cocks an eyebrow. “So, what kind of hybrid are you?”

“A cat.”

“That’s so cute! You and Jungkookie always but heads, so it works too!”

“Huh?”

Tisha waves her hand around and shrugs her shoulders, “You know what I mean, right? Like the two of you are always bickering.” You hum in agreement and she pulls at your arm as another smile takes over her face. “Let’s get a drink!”

Together, you head over to the bar and sure enough, the bar top is white and black marble. To your left you notice a familiar face, “Taehyung?”

The man turns at the sound of his name and mismatched brown eyes find yours. A boxy smile pulls at a set of lips and you find yourself smiling as well. If Taehyung is here then you know Jungkook isn’t too far behind. Taehyung’s eyes drink you in from head to toe and he nods his head, “A cat hybrid? Cute.”

“You think so?” You twirl around for Taehyung and he chuckles at the sight of your tail.

“You really put some effort into it.”

“Do you like my costume?” Tisha jumps into your conversation with Taehyung and his eyes slide over to her.

He raises an eyebrow and clicks his tongue, “Little Red…how original.”

You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing at Taehyung’s unimpressed tone but Tisha is clueless.

“I know Jungkook said he needed a Little Red to his Big Bad, so yeah. I thought it would work out.” Tisha gushes and Taehyung’s head tilts in confusion.

“Big Bad…like-like the wolf?”

“Yeah, duh! What else would he be?”

Taehyung looks down at his outfit and you take the time to figure out what he could be. His usual dark brown hair is dyed a soft honey brown and cut into a mullet. His warm brown eyes are underlined in thick black liner with a black smudged smokey look and there is a tinted balm on his lips. A double chained necklace hugs his throat a little looser than the choker that you wear and it’s paired with a white tank top that hangs loosely around his frame. A leather jacket with silver studded sleeves really pulls the whole look together with simple black leather pants and chunky black boots.

“Are you in a band?” You question and Taehyung grins.

“I’m the lead singer, pretty.”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” Tisha pouts and Taehyung takes a sip of his drink before he looks at Tisha.

“Oh really? And why is that?”

“Jungkook is the Big Bad Wolf. Why would you be a singer of a band?”

“I wonder?” Taehyung muses with a knowing look and you roll your eyes. “Can I get you a drink?” Taehyung offers and you laugh.

“It’s a company party, Tae. The drinks are free.”

Taehyung puts his hands up with a laugh, “Worth a shot.” Taehyung raises his hand to get one of the bar tender’s attention and when the young guy comes over, you order a whiskey sour while Tisha orders a tequila sunrise. The three of you chat for a while and Tisha looks bored.

“Where is Jungkook?” She asks for the umpteenth time and Taehyung ignores the question.

“Why don’t you go look for him, hmm? I’m sure he’s around here somewhere,” you offer seeing the way Taehyung’s jaw ticks.

Tisha scans the room and nods her head with a sigh, “Better than being here all night.”

When Tisha is out of sight Taehyung downs the rest of his drink and slams the glass down on the bar top.

“Thank fuck, she’s gone. Holy shit! How can she not take a hint? Damn!” Taehyung curses as he runs a hand through his hair. “Does she really think Jungkook likes her? I’ll kick his ass outta the pack, I swear to Luna!”

You laugh and slap Taehyung’s shoulder, “Shut up, you will not!” You shake your head and sip at your drink. “Besides, I’m sure that Jungkook is reaching his limit…assuming that this band you speak of, is with the whole pack?”

Taehyung ducks his head, trying to hide his smirk but you know him better by now.

“What’s everyone’s role?”

“I’m the singer, Hoseok is lead guitar, Namjoon is bass, Jungkook is drums, Yoongi is keyboard, Seokjin is rhythm guitar and Jimin is our manager.”

You giggle and try to imagine the pack as full fledged rock stars.

“Can Hoseok even play the guitar?”

Taehyung laughs as he shakes his head, “Nope, but he looks good holding one.”

“Who looks good?”

That all too familiar voice creeps up behind you and you feel an arm being thrown around your shoulders.

“Get off me, wolf boy!”

Warm musk, with a slightly fresh and clean scent engulfs you as you are pulled into a tight embrace.

“Oh, cat ears? Cute!”

You push at the chest that is in front of you and when you can see light again, you glare up at Jungkook as he smirks down at you. You notice right away that Jungkook has two silver hoops in his lower lip and you swallow thickly. Jungkook’s eyes seem to darken as he looks down at you and before you can say anything he boops your nose with his index finger.

“Are you a pallas cat?” He steps closer and you feel his hand slide down the length of your spine, stopping at the small of your back, where your tail is clipped. “You even have a cute little tail. Such a cute little kitten…”

“S-Shut up! What happened to the big bad wolf, huh?” You poke at his chest and Jungkook pretends to be wounded as he backs away and stands by Taehyung’s side.

At this distance you can take in his full costume, and honestly he looks good. His hair has been dyed black and style messily with wisps and spikes while a fringe hangs in his eyes. You assume that he is wearing clip-in to give himself a little more length in the back for his shorter mullet. Jungkook’s ears are completely adored in many silver hoops that are mismatched in size and style, along with a chunky chain necklace.

He’s wearing a white graphic t-shirt tucked into a pair of plaid pants that have different shades of blue and red; with fabric straps buckled around each of his thighs. A matching jacket is worn over top and large black boots with five thick buckles complete his outfit. Taehyung said that Jungkook was the supposed drummer and he definitely looks the part.

“What? I’m still pretty big-”

“Shut up!” You snap as heat attacks your face and Jungkook just smirks while Taehyung laughs.

“Have you seen Tisha yet?” Taehyung asks and Jungkook raises an eyebrow.

“No…should I have?”

“For fuck shakes….” You whine and Taehyung chuckles.

“You’ll find out sooner or later.”

Wooyoung emerges from the crowd and throws himself at the bar. Sweat is beading along his forehead and his hair is now sticking to his face as he pants to catch his breath. You look at your friend and pat his back soothingly while raising your hand to order him a glass of water.

“So many people…and it’s not even just our company. There is another one here too.”

“I thought I didn’t recognize a lot of people,” Jungkook sighs and Wooyoung licks his lips.

“I don’t know how many times I’ve been hit on but someone grabbed my ass and I was done.”

“That fucking sucks.”

Everyone stares at Jungkook and his face heats up as he holds up his hands and shakes his head. “Oh my God! N-No, that’s not like…shit! That’s not what I meant. I wasn’t trying to be funny.” Jungkook stammers seeing that Wooyoung is dressed like a vampire.

“You’re so fucking stupid,” You laugh and Jungkook pouts while Taehyung just sips his new drink.

A piano playing a well known beat catches your ears and you perk up.

“I love this song!” You rush off to the dance floor without looking back and Jungkook growls seeing the different set of eyes following after you.

“Down, boy,” Taehyung teases and Wooyoung chokes on his water. “You can go if you want but Jimin and Hoseok are out there. The three of them together will be safe.”

Wooyoung nods in agreement and clears his throat, “When are you gonna drop the invite into the pack?”

“It’s open-”

“Never.” Jungkook’s voice is flat as he glares at Taehyung and Taehyung just huffs with an eye roll. “A human can’t be in the pack. It isn’t safe.”

Weaving in and out of people, Tisha searches for Jungkook. She has not found a single man dressed as the Big Bad Wolf and she is starting to wonder if maybe Jungkook hasn’t arrived to the party yet. She met Taehyung at the bar and while walking around she sees Jimin and Hoseok on the dance floor. Seokjin, Namjoon and Yoongi are sitting at one of the booths with drinks in front of them, just chatting it up, but no Jungkook.

Another thing that is bothering her is that the members of Jungkook’s pack are all dressed in a similar fashion. Eyeliner, smokey eyeshadows, leather and chains with black boots. She always thought that packs tended to do group costumes as part of their culture. It is in their blood to want to match or at least coordinate with each other.

Feeling thirsty, Tisha moves through the bodies around her and heads towards the bar. She spots Taehyung in the same spot that she left him but this time he is talking to another man. She cannot tell who it is from the back, but she knows that it isn’t Jungkook. Sighing, Tisha stands in front of the bar and ignores Taehyung and the other man as she orders a double shot of tequila with a long island iced tea as a chaser.

“You okay, Tisha? You’re looking a little down.”

Tisha’s eyes slide to the side and she sees Wooyoung looking at her with concern in his brown eyes.

“I can’t find Jungkook anywhere!” Tisha whines and Taehyung sips his drink. This has nothing to do with him. “His whole pack is here but he is-”

Tisha spots movement in her peripheral coming towards Taehyung and then there is a brief pause. She turns her head and sure enough Jungkook is standing a few feet away looking at the phone in his hand. A smile starts to tug at Tisha’s lips as she takes a step towards Jungkook but she stops and looks at him. He isn’t dressed as the big bad wolf at all. If anything he’s dressed as some wannabe rockstar from the 80’s.

“Hey…Jungkook?” Tisha calls out to him and Jungkook looks up from his phone. His eyes widen when he sees that Tisha is wearing a Little Red Riding Hood costume. “I-I thought you were gonna be a wolf?”

“Oh, um…yeah. I was just joking around.”

Tisha bites her bottom lip and tilts her head to the side, “You look good. This is a different look. It’s very…different.”

“Thanks! I’m the drummer in the pack,” Jungkook winks and Tisha giggles.

“Yeah? Are you good at banging things?”

Jungkook opens his mouth and quickly closes it before he rubs the back of his neck and Tisha’s eyes widen.

“Um, so-sorry, that came out wrong.”

Taehyung and Wooyoung share a look and before Taehyung can take pity on his pack mate, Jimin and Hoseok bust through the crowd of people with you right behind them. Jimin’s face is flushed and his eyes are ink black. Taehyung jumps to his feet and Jungkook is pulling you out of Hoseok’s grasp, pushing you behind himself.

“What happened?” Taehyung demands as he pulls Jimin into his arms. Jimin’s body melts, legs go weak and Taehyung helps him over to the bar. He sits Jimin in his chair and smooths the black hair from Jimin’s face.

Hoseok runs a hand through his own shaggy brown hair that is also cut into a mullet as well. “Some asshole siren tried to corner her-” Hoseok points in your direction, “into leaving with him.”

“What?” Jungkook whips around to face you and grabs your arms, turning you every which way to make sure you are unharmed. “Are you okay? Did he touch you?”

“I’m fine, Jungkook.” You cup Jungkook’s face in between your hands, seeing that his eyes are now ruby red. “I promise. Jimin defended my honor.”

“I should have ripped that asshole’s head off!” Jimin hisses and Hoseok rubs his back as he nods his head in agreement.

“Why didn’t you?” Jungkook snaps and Hoseok clears his throat.

“We’re at a work event, Kook. Wouldn’t be a good look for our very human bosses to see us covered in blood.”

Jungkook grumbles under his breath and nuzzles into the palm of your hand. You smile and coo at him, scratching right behind his ear.

“Who’s a good boy?”

“Fuck off,” Jungkook laughs as he pushes you away from him and you notice Tisha standing at the bar for the first time.

“I need a drink,” Jimin mutters and Taehyung waves over the bartender.

“Anything you in the mood for?” Taehyung questions and Jimin shakes his head. “Shots for everyone?”

“Yes!”

“Bring it!”

Taehyung orders two rounds of shots and you all gather around Jimin. Holding a glass in your hand you stand beside Jungkook and grin as you all clink your glasses together. Downing your shot you curse as it spills out of your mouth a little and dribbles down your chin.

“Did you fucking miss your mouth?” Jungkook laughs and wipes at the corner of your mouth with his thumb. “Such a messy kitten, huh?”

“Shut up!” You pout and your whole body shivers as the liquid makes its way through your body and warms your chest.

Jungkook brings his thumb to his mouth and sucks the extra liquor from his finger making your eyes widen, and before you can comment, Tisha speaks up.

“Are you two dating?” She asks, looking between you and Jungkook with narrowed eyes.

“What?”

“Excuse me?”

You and Jungkook take a step away from each other while shaking your heads.

“Wolfie isn’t my type.” You lie through your teeth. Jungkook is every bit your type, but he doesn’t date humans.

“Yeah, not really feeling the whole easily killed bit,” Jungkook points out and Tisha’s whole face lights up.

“Jungkook?” Tisha calls his name and sets her glass on the bar top. “Can I talk to you for a moment please?”

Jungkook looks at Taehyung for help but he is ordering another round while Hoseok is making sure Jimin is okay. Wooyoung is watching it all unfold and you are ignoring Jungkook now since Tisha’s question. Jungkook sighs and steps to the side, making room for Tisha to walk past.

“Lead the way,” Jungkook relents and follows Tisha in silence.

“You think she’s gonna drop the bomb?” Wooyoung wonders as he knocks back a shot and your face scrunches up.

Tisha and Jungkook…yeah that won’t go over well with the pack. The pack is a family and it is hard to leave, so when a member starts to court someone, the pack has a huge say in the matter. None of Jungkook’s packmates like Tisha and Jungkook has voiced his grievances about Tisha to you many times. Overall you think Tisha is okay, but she is a bit spoiled and wants things her way. You glance up at the glass ceiling of the club and the clouds above are a little darker but you can still see some of the stars in the sky.

“I think Jungkook is fucking clueless about her feelings and might break her heart,” Taehyung voices and you suck your teeth. You hope he doesn’t make her cry, that would be embarrassing for everyone.

Outside on a balcony tucked behind large white and gold curtains, Tisha stands with Jungkook hidden in the dark of the night. The air is cool enough for goosebumps to appear on Tisha’s arms and Jungkook frowns.

“We should get back inside quickly. You could get sick out here.”

Tisha smiles at Jungkook’s thoughtfulness and grabs the end of her cape before she hugs an arm around her body, underneath her breasts; surrounding herself in a little bit of warmth. Her free hand plays with a strand of hair and she looks up at the sky. Inhaling deeply before she lets it out, Tisha thinks of how she can start the conversation.

“It’s beautiful out tonight, right?” Her eyes fall to Jungkook and she watches in silence as Jungkook glances up at the stars, nodding his head in agreement. “I’ve always loved the night time, it’s so much more peaceful.”

Jungkook bites the inside of his lip, nibbling on the back of his lip ring as he listens to Tisha talk. He really doesn’t understand what she is trying to say but he’ll let her ramble if it makes her feel better.

“Jungkook can I…” Tisha sighs and tucks the strand of hair in her hand behind her ear. “Can I ask you a personal question?”

Jungkook’s brows raise and he stares at Tisha unsure if he wants to hear the question.

“Um, yeah…I guess.”

“Your pack. A-Are you together?”

“Huh?”

“Like romantically, are you together?”

Jungkook’s mouth drops open and his eyes widen, “What? Nooooo! No, no, no-” He laughs and shakes his head, “Luna, no! They are more like my brothers than anything.”

“Really? You guys seem close.”

Jungkook tugs at his earlobe and fiddles with one of the earrings. “I mean that’s what a pack is. They know me better than anyone in the whole world. They look out for me and make sure I’m okay. And I do the same for them. It’s hard to explain to a human, but think of wolves as-” Jungkook hums as he thinks of the right term to use, “Soulmates. That’s pack. We all found each other in this crazy fucking world and we make each other better, as brothers.”

“And if you want to date outside of the pack?”

“Date? Yeah, that’s an option too. Just because we live together doesn’t mean that we can’t date or have a normal love life. Our partners become part of the pack and that’s really it.”

Tisha nods her head at the information and Jungkook rubs the back of his neck, not sure what else to say.

“Jungkook?”

“That’s me!” Jungkook tries to joke and Tisha smiles.

“I um, I-I really like you and I want to…well-” Tisha sighs and shakes her head before she steadies her nerves. “Would you like to go out with me?”

Jungkook stares at Tisha unblinking. He looks down at his shoes, over to the plant in the corner and back to Tisha’s shoes before he looks up into her face. She is staring with wide eyes, her mouth pressed into a weary smile as she waits for an answer.

Jungkook’s mouth opens and closes a few times before he clears his throat and huffs out a dry laugh. “That’s um, well you see-”

“You can pick the time and place. I don’t care where it is as long as I’m with you.” Tisha quickly interrupts and Jungkook licks his lips, fighting to figure out how to break her heart nicely.

“Yeah, that’s not the issue, Tisha.”

“Do you want me to pick the place?” Tisha’s eyes seem to sparkle in the low lighting of the stars and artificial candle flames that sit in old iron lanterns.

“You’re not understanding me.” Jungkook sighs and licks his lips before he kicks at the ground with the toe of his boot. “I’m not going to date you…ever.”

“Wh-What? B-But, why? You’re single and I’m single.”

“Yeah, but I’m not attracted to you. I never was and I’m sorry if I ever gave you that impression but-”

“Is it someone at work? Do you like someone else?”

“What?”

Jungkook’s eyes double in size and Tisha laughs something hollow and cold. In the green of her iris, small wisps of smoke start to swirl around in her eyes as the wind around them picks up.

“Who is it, Jungkook? Who can’t let you go? You belong with me!” Tisha shouts above the wind as it starts to moan and groan. Leaves and debris from the street are whisked into the air and thrown about. “Who?!” Tisha demands and Jungkook shakes his head.

“What are you doing, Tisha? Stop it! You’re going to hurt someone!” Jungkook takes a step forward and Tisha shoves her arm out. A strong gust of wind knocks Jungkook back onto his ass and his eyes glow red as he glares at the woman before him.

“If you won’t tell me who it is then everyone shall suffer!”

“What?!”

Jungkook watches in horror as the clouds above darken into a deep grey, almost black and circle over the club. A sudden bolt of lightning strikes the building and the whole place is plunged into darkness before the clouds start to thicken and drop down into a cyclone with the club being in the eye of the storm.

“I can’t date you, Tisha!” Jungkook yells as he forces himself to half shift, his nails elongating enough to dig into the concrete beneath him. “You’re human. Witch or not, it wouldn’t work!”

“That’s a lie!” Tisha shouts and another bolt of lightning strikes the building, this time a deep emerald green color. Green smoke falls from the cycling and there are sudden screams from inside. Jungkook’s eyes dart towards the doors and his heart pounds in his chest, he can feel his pack mate’s fear through their bond. Suddenly everything inside goes quiet. The screams, the music, everything is deathly still and Jungkook’s eyes shift to red.

“What did you do?” Jungkook demands. He can’t feel his packmates anymore. Tisha grins and it’s wrong. Twisted and crazed as she licks her lips.

“This is your punishment, Jeon Jungkook! Suffer with everyone else!” Tisha hisses and crackles something wicked before she disappears in a green poof of smoke. The clouds lighten and thin out and shortly after like the play button on a remote had been pressed the lights in the club come back on.

“Jungkook?!”

“Kookie!?”

Namjoon and Seokjin’s voice call his name over the music, closer to the door. Jungkook glances at where Tisha stood, scared that she will harm his packmates even when he cannot smell her.

“Jungkook?!”

Arms wrap around Jungkook, the scent of pack, his pack floods his senses and his body slowly untenses from the unease that grips his heart. He is stuck staring at the spot where Tisha was standing and Namjoon waves his hand in front of his face.

“Jungkook, what the fuck happened? We felt your fear from inside…are-are you okay?” Seokjin looks over Jungkook’s body while Namjoon searches the balcony for anything unnatural.

There is a scent in the air, heartache, longing and such ire. Namjoon rubs his nose and sneezes, shaking his head as he walks back over to Seokjin who is helping Jungkook stand on his own two feet.

“What happened?” Seokjin asks once more and Jungkook shakes his head. He doesn’t believe it himself.

“Hyung…Tisha is a witch. I-I think she put a curse on me?”

“What?!” Namjoon and Seokjin both shout and stare at Jungkook in disbelief; he is just as shocked. Witches aren’t rare but they tend to work and live within their coven. To have a lone witch…Tisha must be very powerful.

“We need to contact Hyunwoo and-”

Someone screams from inside the club and the sound of glass shattering fills the air before growls, hisses and more screams pour out into the night air.

The three of them share a look and rush inside, scared for the rest of their packmates. Inside the club, a million different scents assault their noses. Strong scents of fear, confusion and bloodlust are hard to ignore.

“What the fuck is happening?” Seokjin gasps as he sees creatures being held down out all over the place.

The sharp scent of death catches Namjoon’s attention and he growls low in his chest, “Pack!”

Seokjin and Jungkook rush after him as Namjoon barrels through the bodies, pushing everyone out of his way. At the bar, Jimin, Taehyung, and Yoongi are acting as a living barricade around Hoseok who is holding your unconscious body as Wooyoung hisses, his eyes are black with red spider veins pulling at his pale skin, and there are razor sharp fangs dripping venom in his mouth.

Jungkook blinks a few times and rubs at his eyes. No, there’s no way. Wooyoung isn’t a vampire, he’s human like you…Jungkook looks past his packmates and his breath catches in his throat. The grey ears on top of your head twitch and flicker in his direction before Hoseok’s red eyes find him.

“What the fuck?!” Jungkook growls under his breath and Hoseok is just as confused.

“We need to get out of here, now!” Yoongi growls as he shoves Wooyoung back, sending the fledgling into the nearest table.

Wooyoung picks himself up and snarls, his teeth dripping venom and before he can attack, another vampire, much older and more powerful (Jungkook thinks his name is San) grabs him and uses his own power to put him under.

“Thank you.” Yoongi gives the vampire a firm nod and they all turn to your unconscious form in Hoseok’s arms.

“We leave now.” Taehyung leaves no room for debate and they all form a barrier around you and Hoseok.

“Oh my God! It’s BTS!!” Someone’s voice shouts over all the chaos and all at once, all eyes in the place are focused on Jungkook and his pack.

“Huh?” Hoseok looks around confused, he isn’t sure what is going on. BTS? Yeah, that’s what they decided to call their little band for the night. It’s short for Bangtan Sonyeondan, something Namjoon and Yoongi came up with on the fly.

“Jungkook, marry me!”

“Yoongi, marry me!”

All over everyone is screaming their names, shouting for their attention and are forcefully restrained by security guards. One guard comes up to them and others clear a path for the group to be led down the steps and onto the first floor.

The pack looks at Taehyung and he nods his head, his face void of any emotion. Hoseok tightens his hold around you and together, BTS walk through the cleared path and down the steps. The DJ from before is completely marble and stands frozen in time. Jungkook’s eyes widen as he follows the group and notices that they are being led to a stage that he didn’t notice in the midst of everyone dancing before.

As Taehyung steps onto the stage, the others follow suit. Hoseok silently hands you over to Jimin and pats his shoulder.

“Keep her safe…”

Jimin shifts you in his arms while the rest of the pack go up on stage and his nose wrinkles as lime zest and cane sugar tickle his senses. A faint milky undertone sits at the base of the scent and Jimin growls low. Omega.

On stage, Taehyung steps up to the mic and clears his throat.

“Uh…yeah. So, we’re BTS and I honestly have no fucking clue what is going on. But, whatever! We’re here and it would be a waste to pass up such a nice stage.”

Jimin snorts at Taehyung’s words. Something has happened and while he isn’t sure what, Jimin can smell the ever subtle trace of magic in the air. The pack all look at each other and take their positions, Jungkook sits behind a drum set, Hoseok and Seokjin grab guitars, Namjoon picks up a bass and Yoongi stands behind a keyboard.

Taehyung howls into the mic and Jungkook comes behind him on the drums. Namjoon’s fingers pluck at the strings of his bass while Seokjin starts the rhythm and soon the whole band is playing as Taehyung sings.

I can feel you, I can hear you, howling in my bones

There’s an evil lurking in the dark (there’s an evil lurkin’ in the dark)

Ever shifting, skin is ripping, as you take control

I can’t tell where you end and where I start (there’s an evil lurkin’ in the dark)

Namjoon and Jungkook act as the backing vocals, giving the song an added layer of dark mystery.

A ferocious diagnosis, under moonlit hands, will

The man become the monster or the monster become man?

Seokjin sings in a higher register than Taehyung and the crowd is eating it up.

I could be up all night, but I’m paralyzed when the creature comes alive

'Cause it’s fight or fright, in the full moonlight

You can run but you can’t hide

I could be honest, I could be human

I could become the silver bullet in your head

But no one can break my heart like I can

(Werewolf)

As Yoongi howls and the band continues to play, you start to stir in Jimin’s arms. Your eyes open, squinted and blinking rapidly as you try to adjust to the lighting. Jimin coos down at you, nuzzling his nose against yours with a pensive smile on his face.

“Hey, welcome back.”

You groan in response and Jimin carefully lowers you to the floor, keeping an arm around your waist as strength comes back to your legs. Everything is loud, so, very loud. The lighting is making you feel sick as well and the top of your head feels like it’s on fire. You reach up to scratch at your scalp and Jimin quickly grabs your hand.

“Wait…j-just wait a minute.”

“It itches! This headband needs to go.” You whine and Jimin nods his head in understanding.

“Right…the headband.”

Jimin lets go of your hand and you eye him weary as you reach up to snatch the headband from your head. You touch something soft and your whole body shivers, your stomach twisting into knots.

Bleed the neon from the bite marks, ever bittersweet

Smile for the camera but don’t flash your teeth (everybody loves a mystery)

Let the bodies hit the dance floor to this heartbreak beat

I feel like somebody’s watchin’ me (feels like everybody’s watchin’ me)

Seductively destructive, we are true romance

Does the man become the monster or the monster become man?

Your head snaps to the side and your eyes widen at the sight of Jungkook and his pack performing on stage. You remember Taehyung telling you that Hoseok could not play the guitar, but you can’t tell from how he is shredding away. Your eyes jump from member to member and they are each playing the instrument that Taehyung has told you about. You never knew that Jungkook could even play the drums.

“What is even going on?” You whisper, feeling like this has to be some kind of dream.

You look at Jimin to ask a question and gasp, flinching when you feel a sharp pain in your lower back. A hiss spills from your lips and Jimin eyes you critically. Your eyes start to water and you don’t understand why you are in pain. Jimin’s eyes soften in understanding and he moves you to stand in front of him.

“One moment, kitten.”

Jimin forces his nails to grow and pinches the fabric of your bodysuit between his fingers. Carefully he rips the fabric at the base of your spin and you shiver as his fingers wrap around something that wasn’t there before. You feel Jimin pull something out of your bodysuit and the pain is gone.

“Feel better, kitten?”

“Um…yeah. W-What did you do? What did you pull-” You jump at the feeling of Jimin’s hands on your…it’s not your butt but it’s pretty close. Turning your head to look over your shoulders, your hazel cat eyes double in size at the sight of a grey tail. “Is that-”

“You’ve got a tail to match your pretty ears…”

“I-I…what is happening to me?”

Jimin wraps his arms around your waist and holds you as you slowly start to fall apart. Your thoughts are running a mile a minute, you don’t understand what has happened. One minute you were joking with Wooyoung and the next everything was pitch black and you suddenly had the worst headache of your life. Wooyoung dropped to the floor unconscious and when you checked for a pulse there wasn’t one.

Your head still hurts and when you go to rub it once more, you feel soft fur as it tickles your fingertips. Ears…you have real animal ears on top of your head where your headband should be.

Jimin nuzzles his nose into your neck and you purr, your body feeling lax as you lean against his chest. Jimin hums deep in his chest and inhales a lungful of your new scent.

“Mmmmm. You’re a hybrid from the smell of it, kitten…and you smell wonderful.”

“A-A hybrid? But, how? This has to be a dream.”

“That we’re all in and aware of?” Jimin muses and you gulp. He has a point there. Maybe this is more like a nightmare. “Let’s just roll with it for now and we can figure out what the fuck is going on after. Right now no one is trying to kill, attack or fuck anyone, so I’ll take that small victory.”

“What are the guys going to do?”

“What do you think? We’re BTS, the world famous rock band!”

The name rings a small bell deep in your subconscious and slowly, song after song plays in your mind. BTS, Bangtan Sonyeondan. Yes, you remember now. BTS is a band that you work with…no. No, that can’t be right. It doesn’t make sense. Why would BTS work at your company? Your mind is starting to feel hazy, molasses slow as the memories of the pack start to shift into fleeting meetings and longing stares shared through a screen. What are you even doing here by their manager’s side?

The song changes and Namjoon howls. It makes your ears twitch and your eyes focus on the drummer, Jungkook as he starts to move around.

보름달 아래서

허벅지를 꼬집고

참아야 하는 거야 no

옆에 누워있는

살짝 비춰지는

널 어떻게 해야 돼

Taehyung growls the word “wolf” low into the mic and your tail wraps around your waist as Jungkook howls. On the second “wolf” the whole band howls along with the other werewolves in the club. Beside you, Jimin smirks and throws his arm over your shoulder.

“Shall we get a drink? The others will come up when they are done.”

“S-Sure…” You struggle to find your footing as Jimin grabs your hand and pulls you through the mass of bodies with two members of security tagging along. As you walk up the steps to the second floor, you feel the haze of your mind lifting. You shake your head trying to clear the lingering effects of whatever was going on downstairs and Jimin helps you sit at the bar. He keeps a hand on your lower back, just above your tail and tells you to sit forward on the stool, so that your tail isn’t squished. You take his advice and Jimin nods, proud of himself as he sits beside you.

“Water?” Jimin offers and you hum in agreement. Water sounds like the safest choice since you still have no idea what is going on.

“How long will this-” You motion to your ears and wiggle your tail behind you, “Last? I don’t know if I can take the amount of smells coming at me.”

Jimin coos with a frown and places a hand on your knee, “We’ll figure something out. As a demon, my nose is better attuned to curses and there is magic in the air. It’s faint but there.”

“A curse did this?!” You stare at Jimin in disbelief. “Who would even want to do this?”

“You’d be surprised.” Jimin laughs and runs a hand through his ink black hair. “It has been quite a while since I’ve seen a spell of this caliber. To affect everyone, both human and mystic alike…I hate to say it but I’m impressed.”

“Says the demon that just became the manager of a famous band,” You frown and Jimin chuckles.

“What can I say? I’m blessed!”

Jungkook is panting by the time he walks off the stage with the rest of his pack. His hair is plastered to his forehead by sweat and the jacket he had on is now draped over one of his arms. He knows his graphic t-shirt is soaked, he can feel it stick to his chest, abs and back. It’s a gross feeling but the cheering from everyone in the club is worth it. As he heads up the steps that lead to the second floor, Jungkook feels his inner wolf pace around. The animal is uneasy and Jungkook cannot remember why.

Reaching the second floor, Jungkook easily spots Jimin and sees that he is talking to what looks to be a hybrid. Needing a bottle of water, Jungkook makes his way to the bar and the scent of freshly zested limes dusted in cane sugar smacks him in the face. The wolf inside purrs in content and presses at the forefront of his mind. Jungkook’s eyes shift to red and Jimin’s gaze meets his own. The demon grins, his teeth gleaming in the lighten as he licks his lips and says something to the hybrid before him.

The hybrid turns in their seat and piercing hazel cat eyes stare into Jungkook’s very soul. The ears on top of your head twitch and your tail quivers, your chest rumbles with a loud purr and Jungkook is standing in front of you in the blink of an eye.

“Kitten…wow.” Jungkook’s eyes glance up at your ears and heat creeps up the back of your neck and runs fire hot under your cheeks.

You duck your head to gather your thoughts, unable to think straight with Jungkook looking right at you but he isn’t having that. Lifting your chin with his index and middle finger, Jungkook growls in warning and narrows his eyes.

“Eyes on me-”

The faintest hint of sweetened milk invades Jungkook’s olfactory and he leans forward, grazing his nose along the pink leather of the choker around your throat. Your breath catches in your throat as Jungkook inhales deeply and you whine, your tail flicking around behind you.

Jimin slides off his bar stool and disappears into the bodies that are on the second floor. He knows when he isn’t needed.

A hot dampness, pressed against your neck, the choker in the way, guarding most of the skin as Jungkook samples your new scent gland. You shiver and Jungkook’s inner wolf howls.

“Omega.”

Jungkook’s nose presses against the choker and he inhales again, your scent creating a warmth deep in his stomach that makes all the blood rush to the knot in his pants.

“A-Alpha?”

The title is a high pitched whine, a mix between a purr and cry. Jungkook growls as your sent spikes, the cane sugar now much sweeter and it makes his mouth water.

“What do you want, Omega?” Jungkook flicks his tongue against your choker and nips at the leather with his teeth. You can feel the warmth of his breath as he breathes against the moist skin. Jungkook hums in question as you remain silent, your scent becoming sweeter and sweeter as the seconds pass. “Tell, Alpha, pretty kitten. Tell Alpha what you want.”

“K-Knot. Want A-Alpha’s knot!”

Jungkook’s wolf claws to the surface, determined to answer his sweet omega’s call as your body trembles in front of him. Jungkook grabs hold of your hand and tugs you towards the restrooms. Kicking the door open to the women, Jungkook shoves you inside and snarls at an older bird hybrid that is coming out of the men’s room. He slams the door shut and clicks the lock in place before unbuttoning and unzipping his pants.

Your senses are in overdrive, your body feels too hot and you feel a gush of liquid spill from between your legs. You whine at the feeling, not used to the heady scent coming off of Jungkook or the wetness between your legs.

“I know, ‘mega.” Jungkook huffs with a chuckle as he pulls his dick free from his black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. Keeping his back towards you, Jungkook bites his lip as his groin tingles and he starts to pee on the floor by the door, the liquid seeping under the crack of the door and spilling out into the hallway. Jungkook grumbles as his wolf yips in delight. Now, no one will try to come into the bathroom. He gave them a clear warning that this place is his and soon he will show everyone that the omega is his as well.

“Wolfie!”

Jungkook tucks himself back into his pants and spins on the heel of his boots. There you are looking like sin. Your chest is heaving, sweat is beaded on your forehead and your hazel cat eyes are blown wide. What a pretty sight, his pretty little kitten. Jungkook walks over to you, his boots landing heavily against the floor before he is standing in front of you. Jungkook’s large hand wraps around your throat and you whimper, widen your legs as he steps closer. You can feel the heat of his body through your clothing, you can feel the stiffness of his dick and it makes your mouth water.

“Messy kitten,” Jungkook coos and licks at the corner of your mouth. You didn’t even realize that you were drooling. You part your lips and turn your head slightly, as best you can with his grip on your throat. You greet his tongue with yours and Jungkook groans at the taste of you. He licks into your mouth, exploring every crevasse as he devores your moans, swallowing them down like a sweet treat. Fingers dig into your hip and you gasp as he pulls you flush against him, his thigh pressing right into your clothed clit.

Grinding his thigh against you, Jungkook relishes in the soft wet squishing sound your pussy makes as the fabric becomes soaked. The light grey fabric darkens in one spot and Jungkook groans as you nip at his pierced lip with your newly sharpened teeth.

“Easy, kitten.”

“K-Knot me Alpha! Want your knot!” You beg, your hips starting to jerk against his thick and corded thigh.

“Make it messy for me, kitten.” Jungkook mummers as he trails his lips up your jaw to the lobe of your ear. “Ruin these pants and I’ll knot your pretty pussy.” Jungkook takes your lobe between his teeth and tugs it lightly. “Can you do that?”

“Y-Yes! Yes, Alpha!”

You grab at Jungkook’s t-shirt, fisting the material in your hands as you start to grind down on his thigh harder. Jungkook looks down his nose at you, watching you get yourself off with little to nothing but the promise of his knot. The wolf inside is happily wagging its tail and howls. Your scent is maddening, Jungkook wishes he would have told you to ride his face and not his thigh. You start to pant more, soft moans and fevered ‘ah, ah, ahs’ fill the air as you reach closer and closer to your release.

Jungkook takes pity on you, he reaches between your bodies and presses his thumb right against your clit adding more pressure. Your back bows and you yowl in pleasure as your stomach tightens forcing more liquid to spill from you. Your walls tighten around nothing but that’s okay. The promise of Jungkook’s chock eases the ache and as you shiver from the afterglow of your release, Jungkook removes his thigh and rips your bodysuit right down the middle.

You yelp from sudden display of strength and Jungkook chuckles as your scent grows even sweeter. Grabbing your hips, Jungkook spins you around and pushes your outfit off your shoulders. It gathers at your hips and catches on your tail which makes Jungkook growl as he rips the suit once more. It falls to ribbons at your feet but you don’t care about that. What you care about are the set of red eyes drinking in the baby pink lingerie that does very little to hide your body in the bathroom mirror.

“Fuck…” Jungkook’s hand rakes up your sides and slides forward, cupping your breasts and squeezing them before he licks at the side of your neck. “Look at you, so fucking sexy. So fucking-” Jungkook tweaks your nipples between his fingers and chuckles as your tail swats at his side.

“Fucking perfect for me.” Jungkook pulls the bra down, letting your breasts spill out over the fabric before he slides a hand down the front of your body and teases the apex of your thighs.

“I can smell you from here kitten.” Jungkook slaps your thigh twice and you part your legs, giving him access to your dripping core. Cupping your sex, Jungkook pushes the thong to the side and teases two of his fingers between your lips. You shiver at the warmth and your eyes flutter closed. “Eyes on me!” Jungkook demands with a quick slap to your thigh.

Opening your eyes, you watch as Jungkook drags his hand from between your legs and lifts it up to eye level. You can see your arousal coating his fingers in a clear fluid that is sticky as he separates his fingers creating a thin spider-like web between them. You watch, mouth dropping open as Jungkook licks his index finger with the flat of his tongue before he sucks his middle finger into his mouth. His eyes never leave yours as he releases his fingers and trails them down the length of your body. It disappears behind you and you can feel Jungkook shifting around before the warmth of his bare thighs grazes your ass and tail.

You lean forward, back arched with your ass poking out, chest nearly spilling into the cool white porcelain of the sink. Biting his lip, Jungkook purrs in approval and grabs your ass in his hands. He squeezes the globes of flesh tightly, his eyes falling to the smooth-looking skin. He glances at your reflection in the mirror to make sure that you are still looking at him. He smirks and delivers a quick slap to your right cheek. You whine at the slight pain, but it makes your walls clench, more of your arousal seeping from between your legs. Jungkook giggles, fucking giggles as he soothes the sore spot with his hand and nibbles on his lip piercing.

“Gonna make sure you’re fucking always full, kitten. Can’t wait to cream this pussy and plug you with my fat knot.”

Before you can even beg, the heat from Jungkook’s cock shuts you up as the tip slides between your folds and kisses your entrance. One single push and Jungkook bottoms out, your walls stretching with a dull pain that makes you whimper in delight.

“Shhhiiiit!” Jungkook groans, his head falling forward as he starts to thrust his hips shallowly. The warmth of your pussy is addicting, the smooth endless glide of your slick is everything and more that Jungkook has ever imagined. Looking at the way your pussy stretches around his cock, Jungkook tightens a hand on your hip; his fingers digging into the flesh as he picks up speed.

Skin on skin, wet and loud. Squashling, squeezing, dripping, and warm, so fucking warm. Jungkook’s eyes zone in on the tail at the small of your back and licks his lips. Running a hand down your spine, he grabs the base of your tail and gives it an experimental tug. Your walls wrap around him in a vice, daring him to move as a full body orgasm is ripped out of you. Your toes curl, your eyes slam shut and you scream, your hazel eyes now a vibrant blue as your canines grow double in size.

“F-fuck!” Jungkook smacks his lips as he continues to fuck into your pussy. “That’s in ‘mega. Make it creamy, baby.” Jungkook’s voice is deeper, more of a hiss as the thin white translucent slick from your pussy circles the base of his dick, covering his half-formed knot.

Jungkook’s eyes shift to red and his words slowly fade away, giving room for more growls and snarls as his wolf takes over. Another wave of pleasure washes over your body. Your back arches and your tail wraps around Jungkook’s wrist as you plead for his knot, begging him to plug your needy hole.

Slamming into you, Jungkook feels the way your womb opens up to him, the way it craves his seed and that spurs him on. Gripping your hair, Jungkook pulls you upward and groans as your walls pulse around his dick. His teeth ache, feeling too big for his mouth, just the right size for the empty spot over your scent glade.

“Mine!” Jungkook growls as his knot starts to swell to the size of a softball. “Mine…mine!” The round base pushes against your entrance and your legs shake as your pussy is stretched even more to accommodate his size. Licking his lips, Jungkook howls as his knot pops into you with a loud squish and you scream as his teeth sink into the meat of your neck. Wetness sprays from around Jungkook’s knot, your walls squeeze, push and pull, trying to force him out and keep him in. It’s a painful mixture of pleasure that has you seeing stars, and when the hotness of Jungkook’s seed fills your womb, you shiver.

Your neck stings, burns something awful before a cooling numbness spreads and seeps deep into your veins.

Love.

Want.

Need.

Mine.

Blue eyes meet red ones in the mirror and your inner cat curls into a little ball of soft, soft warmth. Tears blur your vision as Jungkook releases your neck. His tongue is rougher as it licks at the open wound and he shushes you, rubbing his hands up and down your back before he gathers you in his arms as best he can with his knot still locking the two of you together.

“Shhh, kitten. It’s okay, I got ya. I’m here.” Jungkook tilts your head and licks your tears away, pressing his lips to your cheek and inhaling the scent of you and him. The wound on your neck has closed over, no longer bleeding but it isn’t fully healed. It’s an ugly shade that you know will take some time to go away but you will wear it with pride.

Tears spill over your eyes and Jungkook’s scent changes as he starts to panic. “I’m sorry, fuck! I’m sorry…I didn’t ask!”

You don’t care about that, not really. You have loved Jungkook for so long, and you pray that this isn’t some stick and twisted nightmare. Jungkook always says that he will never date a human because they are too fragile and he cannot always control his wolf. You understood that you had no place beside Jungkook other than as his friend… But now?

“W-What happens now?” You cry, gripping onto Jungkook’s forearm as he holds you up right. “I’m…I’m not a real hybrid-”

“Hey, hey! No, none of that kitten.” Jungkook presses a million kisses to your cheek and hugs you tightly.

“You won’t want me when I change back.”

“I will always want you…” Jungkook drops his forehead to your shoulder and kisses your new mating mark. “I love you.”

“W-what?”

Hot tears stream down your naked back and Jungkook sniffles.

“I love you. I-I don’t care if this is temporary.”

Your lower lip wobbles and you shake your head unable to understand. Jungkook loves you…but-

“Jimin and Hoseok will figure it out. They’re demons, this is their shit.”

“And if they can turn me back?” You ponder and Jungkook picks his head to look into your eyes through the mirror.

“It is your call, kitten. I will love you either way. The mating mark will not go away…we can figure it all out.”

Jungkook’s knot starts to deflate and he carefully pulls away from you before he spins you around and tugs you into his arms. His lips are soft as he kisses you breathless. Love, so much love is poured into the kiss and you melt into his body.

“I love you, Jungkook.” You whisper against his lips and Jungkook smiles, his nose scrunching up as he nuzzles against your mating mark.

A knock at the door makes both of you jump and Jungkook growls loudly.

“Are you done yet?” Yoongi’s voice comes from the other side of the door. “The Ward of Magic is here!” He informs you and your eyes widen. The Ward of Magic? They only come when a serious crime has been committed.

“Do you have my jacket?” Jungkook calls out and Yoongi rolls his eyes.

“Right here, Kookie.”

Jungkook steps away and pulls his shirt off over his head. He eyes your body and looks down at his shirt…Ripping the shirt a few times and making a couple of knots, Jungkook holds out what is now a cute and edgy skirt. You quickly put it on, pull your tail through a rip and keep your back towards the door while Jungkook grabs his jacket from Yoongi.

“For fucksake, Kook! Put your dick away!” The pack alpha scolds and Jungkook slams the door in his face. You giggle upon turning around and seeing that Jungkook’s ears are tinted in embarrassment.

Jungkook holds out his jacket and you slip your arms into it. Carefully, you remove your shoes and Jungkook snickers as you step out of your destroyed body suit. Shoving your feet back into your shoes, you head into the stall and quickly clean yourself up while Jungkook does the same.

“Ready?” Jungkook questions, his large boba eyes filled with fierce determination.

“Ready.”

Hand in hand, you and Jungkook exit the bathroom and Yoongi is waiting against the wall with a small smile on his lips.

“Welcome to the pack, kitten.” He giggles, seeing the mating mark on your neck, and Jungkook licks his lips. He knew that his whole pack would feel it the moment he bit you, but having the pack alpha’s approval makes a weight in his chest lift. Jungkook nudges you to head out first, so that he can speak with Yoongi alone. Yoongi raises an eyebrow and quickly scruffs Jungkook on the neck gently. “Guess you were blessed with a curse huh?”

#jungkook x reader #read #sweetestofchaos

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sunsmile-lou · 4 years ago

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#omg i swear pretty ice cream girl can't get any more perfect🥺🥺#she just posted a video on her ig story and she shows a lake with forest and A PRETTY SKY #and it looks so beautiful 🥺🥺#and under it she wrote Feeling so loved and held by nature #and i'm like🥺🥺🥺🥺#omg she loves nature🥺 she can sing so beautifully and she plays piano🥺🥺 and she is so beautiful i can't believe it🥺🥺#SHE ISN'T REAL AHHHHHHHH

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fiercestpurpose · 2 years ago

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i just got the 'astronaut' ending on a life where i was romancing dys and i think that's SO interesting because the astronaut ending is all about you & vace and your relationship and vace's compulsive need to escape is actually so similar to dys's compulsive need to escape, just with kind of the opposite attitude towards the planet itself. and like the idea that dys, the love of your life and the only person who knows the truth about you, forsakes you to become a gardener and you like keep exploring with vace and pilot your spaceship straight into the heart of the wormhole because you're also trying to escape, trying to escape the time loop you're trapped in

#m.txt #iwatex #iwatex spoilers #i do love the astronaut ending like i think it's so perfect for vace and for solanaceae (as she is played by me sometimes)#and dys and vace are two very different people and solanaceae is basically the only real friend either of them has #ahhhhhhhh i feel like even when i'm recombining elements i've already seen i do see new story possibilities #was trying to date both sym and dys but either i did it wrong or that particular combination isn't possible #[thinking emoji]#i could always try it the other way around but dys is so hard to date you get like ONE shot at it

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haejjoon · 2 years ago

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AHHHHHHHH this is a bit late but i just have to say that i love your blog so much??? The fic? Emaculate. The fanart? Spectacular. The discussion and points brought up? Scratches that itch in my brain.

And god that new chapter was amazing like the changing clothes scene? Amazing. Its such a cool way of adding Lore tm to the outfit mechanic in game (i wish everyday that goro had a swimsuit outfit for me to equip :")) Ann casually being a firebender? Stunning. That sojiro and goro scene? Broke my fucking heart. I can't thank you enough for the brainworms you have fed me i feel like you characterised both coffee dad and pancake son so well. The whole goro lashing out and when it doesn't go the way it normally goes and he starts panicking due to someone actually fucking caring for him? Broke my heart, hit close to home. And i love how you wrote sojiro as well??? Like a sojiro who really is so kind and caring but has regrets and mistakes but still tries his damn hardest to care for people who need it the most? Idk man i love sojiro's character and his confidant story like it made him a character whom i actually would love to just have a coffee and chat with in real life anyways wonderful amazing job

(Also how is the akira confidant gonna go? Are the boys still going to get their homoerotic weirdly domestic trauma dumping bath scene 👀)

AW HELLO!! WELCOME TO BRAINWORM HELL i'm glad you like my work so much i hide my face in my hands <3

the changing clothes scene was so fun for me to write. actually--originally, it was supposed to be ann changing her metaverse outfit altogether (since she's clearly shown to be uncomfortable in her current one) and i was just going to leave it at that, but... it felt like i'd be pandering, if that makes sense? i want every lore change in ex machina to feel like it's Important, like it really matters. if i started changing things just because i wanted to willy nilly it'd quickly devolve into an entirely different story altogether. (rest assured though ann Will have an outfit change, it'll just be at the right moment + right explanation)

ann being a firebender is such a neat way to put it actually HELP the most she can do right now is summon fire to her palms--she's kind of like a human lighter, if that makes sense? she can individually set her fingers and her entire hand on fire if she concentrates, but she can't throw it around like zuko might in atla (.. not yet, anyway).

i'm glad you liked the sojiro scene. it's one i'll always keep near and dear to my heart. i'm aware that ex machina isn't... an easy read, by any means, considering how little it sugarcoats the issues brought forth in p5's plot, but i don't want it to be an easy read. i want people to consume it and take time to digest it. if they want something more lighthearted this isn't it--though i'm sure i'll end up writing something sillier in the future. (been playing around with a no powers/college university au in my head, it isn't the most inspired but shenanigans r cute...)

sojiro, at his core, is a kind man. i read it somewhere on tumblr or twitter, but it's very telling that out of all the social stats you can build when hanging out with him, it's kindness. logically, proficiency makes more sense--you're learning the tools of the trade, you're building a skillset that'll no doubt serve you well into the future--but you get kindness. because sojiro sakura is a kind, kind man. it's important, and it must be established clearly. i'm glad i executed it well enough <3

(HAH OF COURSE THEY'LL GET THEIR BATH SCENE. making it my personal mission to make every hangout even more homoerotic than canon already depicts--i don't know if you saw it underneath the absolute ocean of asks littering my page, but i drew out their rank 1 hangout + their subsequent call. it was a lot of fun. check it out if you haven't <3)

as always, thank you for such a lovely conversation. seriously, what a way to kick off my morning. i'm gna be in such a good mood for the rest of the day--i hope you have a great one, as well!

#swap au asks

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helaelaemond · 1 year ago

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oh my goodness this was so healing to read

The way she was so excited to come to the capital and meet new people, how she's probably not used to the idea that her body is somrthing to ridicule as she's come from a unique place of the Iron Islands and how she was quickly forced to learn how she is seen. 'A swine wrapped in silk' feels like such a real insult, like something someone would say. I love the choice of animal though, harking back to the Pink Dread :'(

"Have I been found?"

AEMOND YOU DO NOT EVEN KNOW TO WHAT EXTENT YOU'RE ABOUT TO BE FOUND AHHHHHHHH and i loooooooooove her nervous laughter!!!!!!! Yessss she's not one to shy away, but she's still unsettled!!! And Aemond immediately trusting her like they have this instant connection where he believes what she says and he is the first to close distance between them!!!! Right away!!!!

bevy of bitches

OBSESEED WITH THIS PHRASING!!!!!!

there was a pain hinted with the little he would share when you two were alone, and his confidence in you made your heart soar.

the intimacy of this is just so beautiful, and then leading onto:

You could not help but cherish this time shared, your wit striving to hear his laughter which would weave into your heart, this intimacy writing itself in the marrow of your bones. You already knew you would revisit these memories when you grew old and gray, all too aware that the prince would still be expected to take a wife by the end of the week.

like, the role so many plus size women resign themselves to is the fat, funny friend and this internal thought process is so relatable and heart-wrenching here. She thinks all she can offer is the chance to make him smile without hoping for anything in return but the memory of them.

“My dear girl, I truly believe your stocky size would have you better suited for a broodmare,”

This is such a horrible (in the best way) comment to include too - reminds me of how fat women are told they have 'child bearing hips' or their size is described as 'motherly', 'you look like you give the best hugs' type thing. Devastating in the most realistic way! You've really handled the fatphobia that feels so real welll, and in the most tender and strangely comforting way. Especially given that it's immediately followed up with:

“Shall I gift her your tongue?”

“There is no need, your grace. I would much prefer a dance than to sour the belly of a dragon.”

SHE ATE WITH THAT I FEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! she said women support women (krakens support dragons)

The words still haunting her and driving her outside is so good too, like Aemond's one brief moment of chivalry isn't enough to overcome a week of ostracising and criticising.

Her absolute disbelief of his choice in her is so angsty my chest hurtssssssss it hurtssssss

“Would it have ever occurred to you that I find all of you attractive?”

HE KNOWS!!!!! HE UNDERSTANDS HER ALREADY!!!!!! HE UNDERSTANDS THAT THE COMMENTS HAVE MADE HER VIOLATED, UGLY, UNWORHTY AND UNATTRACTIVE, HE KNOWS AND HE'S SAYING THE RIGHT THINGS!!!!! MY HEART MY HEART!!!!!!

"If you would have me,” you now noticed the pink stain to his cheeks

HES NERVOUS TOO HES SO NERVOUS HE WANTS HER AND HE PRETENDS HES NOT NERVOUS SO THAT SHE FEELS SAFE TO BE VULNERABLE BUT HES SO NERVOUS HES BLUSHINGGGGGGG HE LOVES HER AHHHHHHHH AEMOND HAS A CRUSH ON HERRRRRRRRR AHHHH

Aemond remained respectful, of course, though you noticed how his touch lingered, his palm pressed to your lower back or his lips to your knuckles with his kiss.

my heart and pussy are aflutter GOD

He was already bare from the waist up, his doublet and tunic removed and draped over one of the chairs, his hands pausing at the laces of his trousers when his gaze met with yours. He pursed his lips a moment, his neck bobbing. “Would you…like me to help you undress?”

AHHHHH HES GOT HIS TITTIES OUTTTTT HAIR LOOSE TITTIES OUT DICK HARD, HEART RACING!!!!!!!! he loves her he wants her so bad im melting im melting he loves his fat wife his beautifully thick wife AAAAHHHHHH he wants to fuck her so bad ahhhhhhhhh his dick is hard and she hasnt even taken off her clothes yet JUST THE IDEA OF HER MAKES HIS PRETTY DICK SOOOOO HARD AHHHHH

Aemond smiling into their first deep kiss oh my god oh my god oh my god hes so fucjing happy and in love with his soft wife his soft in body and formidable in spirit wife ahhhhhhhhhhhh

His kiss devoured you, his passion pouring into you and you were all too willing to drown.

THE PRAISE AS HES EATING HER OUT AND FINGERING HERRRRRRRR CALLING HER TASTE SWEET FUCK FUCK FUCK MAKING HER COME BEFORE EVEN PENETRATING HER MAKING HER FEEL SO GOOD TUCKING HIS FACE INTO HER PRETTY AND THICK NECK WHILE HE FUCKS HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! COMING SO HARD IT MAKES MER EYES WATER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! UNTIL SHE SEES STARS ABOVE THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

im in fucking tears. this is so so so so so so beautiful and so fucking healing to read, this is phenominal and tender and a perfect way to handle the topic of ostracised bodies. I love you and I love this, wow just wow!!!!!!!!!!!

Hae iksā

Summary: Aemond has been tasked to find himself a wife. Paring: Aemond Targaryen x Plus Size Reader Word Count: 3.8k+ Warnings: AFAB Reader, kissing, oral (f receiving), fingering, grinding, p in v, overstimulation, loss of virginity implied, fat phobic comments are made and a Lannister acts like a cunt. Author's Note: Hey everyone! This story is based on this request:

And I took inspiration from the prompt from @writings-of-a-hufflepuff 💜 Thank you so much to my beloved beta reader @annikin-im-panicin for your insight, for your help, Ilysm 💜 Valyrian translations: Hae iksā is as you are, Sȳz riña is good girl 😈 Dividers by @saradika 💜

You never expected to catch the eye of Prince Aemond Targaryen, much less be wrapped in his arms as you both glided across the polished dance floor. It was a moment that came from the fairy tales with how he swept you away with his graceful lead.

It felt surreal to think how this was the very same prince whose notoriety began with the first bloodshed that inevitably threw the realm into civil war, and how it solidified when he brought it all to an end with his victory in what was now known as the Battle Above Gods Eye. He continued his regency until his brother, King Aegon II, had healed enough to ascend the Iron Throne once again.

The king decreed that the title Protector of the Realm remain seeded to Aemond, a new namesake that shadowed the last whispers of kinslayer. With his heroism now renowned, and ballads created to commemorate his bravery, it was the king who suggested that Aemond continue his bloodline.

There was the announcement of a grandiose festivity which began to breathe life back into Westeros’ economy, with ravens sent to every noble house, extending an invitation to every eligible noble lady.

This was how you came to King’s Landing.

It was the possibility of any bloodline to knit within the Targaryen dynasty that your father could not deny, and you were soon boarded onto a ship to Lannisport, taking a carriage with your septa to follow the Goldroad to the capital, your House flag and its embroidered kraken whipping in the air.

With your travels, your septa reiterated your purpose, an almost daily affirmation repeated, but your mind was also aware of all the ladies that would be in attendance and the probability of a moment alone with the prince was… well, not something that you would hold your breath for.

In truth, you were actually excited to visit the capital, the opportunity to meet and befriend the other noble ladies, though this optimism soon soured after your arrival. Road wearied, you were ushered by your septa and handmaidens assigned, washed and dressed in one of the many gowns stitched for this occasion: a bodice tightened to flatten your soft stomach and your chest pressed up for display. Though your whines were ignored as the corset strings were pulled, you felt rejuvenated, albeit breathless, when you were finally escorted to meet with the bevy of nobility from every kingdom, dressed in their finery and their murmured pleasantries.

At first you were aglow with the socializing prospect, though your excitement withered when you realized the quiet that washed over, the cruel curl of their lips as their eyes narrowed, their brows raised in mockery. Any attempt you made at conversing was met with an echo of patronizing response, but it was the hurtful comment of the Lady Lannister who boldly spoke, “I suppose even a swine wrapped in silk is allowed their chance,” that made you excuse yourself, slipping away to wander the corridors until you found an ornate oak doors propped open, leading into the athenaeum.

Here you found your salvation amongst the rows of shelving, your unshed tears drying while your fingertips brushed over the leatherbound spines.

“Have I been found?”

It was as if your soul ripped away from your body, flooded with the burning realization that you were not alone.

Prince Aemond Targaryen was tucked away in a window seat, a book resting on his lap. Though his expression remained severe, his tone did not indicate if truly was annoyed with your presence. Instead, he watched you, his lavender eye flitting with curiosity, perhaps, while his sapphire stone reflected in the sunlight that poured through the bay window.

“Forgive me, I had only wished for a moment alone before I was paraded as a prize to be won…”

This made you laugh, your hand quick to clamp over your mouth to muffle the sound, and you would have sworn you saw the flicker of amusement wash over his sharp features. “My apologies, your grace, I had not meant to impose,” and you blushed from his steady gaze. “I also am hoping for some solace with a good book, though I find myself on which to choose with this selection at hand…”

What you had not expected was Aemond pushing to stand up, towering over your steps as he took it upon himself to walk you up and down the shelving, taking the time to point out his personal favorites and listening when you spotted your own. When you finally settled on Iron and Rubies, you noticed his brow knit with his question. “Warrior women?”

“I must learn if I am expected to survive this–” and you paused on the word choice, bevy of bitches, held back by your good propriety, caged behind your teeth, and instead you chose to say, “–these festivities being held in your honor.”

The prince was watching you carefully as if he did not believe your words, but he did not press and instead offered a smile. It was warm, it was genuine, and you tucked this moment away in the pages of the book in your hands.

But moments like these would repeat itself through the sennight, with your days finding its repetition: it began with a parade of skirts that flounced to capture the attention of Prince Aemond, with their indifference towards you allowing you to slip away and return to the library.

Every day you found him awaiting you, a question poised on his lips about your opinions on the book you were reading, or sharing his complaints of the tasteless tactics shown by the ladies in attendance. You saw the loneliness that haunted the severity of his expression held, like a mask worn to keep everyone at bay; there was a pain hinted with the little he would share when you two were alone, and his confidence in you made your heart soar.

It soon came to the final night and his grace, King Aegon, had called for two sets of minstrels to be rotated for a continuous play of jovial melodies that the guests could dance too. The night swelled with the clash of instruments resonating through the arched ceiling, of laughter and the clinking of crockery as every mouth partook in the feast that took a month to prepare.

When you arrived, you were nearly ambushed by the very same Lady Lannister, pulling at your arm, almost pinching at the flesh shown past your quarter sleeve as she pulled you aside. “I am aware of your dalliance with the prince, Lady Greyjoy,” she began with a tone that struck cold against the length of your spine. “I am aware of your…friendship with Prince Aemond and feel compelled to impart some advice.”

Your back was to the celebration, the sounds of the lords invited trying to capture the attention of the ladies who were searching for the silver haired prince muffled in this moment. Your eyes narrowed onto her. “What advice would that be?”

“My dear girl, I truly believe your stocky size would have you better suited for a broodmare,” her painted lips continued with a sneer. “A comely lord, of course, for your status sake…”

“Shall I gift her your tongue?”

You had barely processed her insult when his distinct timbre cut through as sharp as the blade of Dark Sister which hung at his side. You saw how the Lannister girl pale before she turned towards the prince, falling into a curtsy so deep, that her knees nearly touched the marble floor.

“Your grace,” her spiteful tongue now stammered her words, “I was unaware that you had arrived–”

“Or perhaps I should have her fed to Vhagar so she can no longer offend my sight?” He interrupted, his gaze settled on you alone, watching for your response.

There was a sense of exhilaration that trilled your spine with this momentary power he presented so flippantly in this moment. You could not stop your smile. “There is no need, your grace. I would much prefer a dance than to sour the belly of a dragon.”

He then reached for your hand, his large palm enveloping yours to tuck into the crook of his arm and leading you out to the dance floor. Here, he showed that the grace he held with a blade translated seamlessly with the waltz, and your head swam with the close proximity to him, of the woodsy amber musk that held onto his doublet.

You then burned with the realization that every set of eyes were trained to watch, to gawk at how tenderly he held you in his arms.

I suppose even a swine wrapped in silk is allowed their chance.

When it ended, you curtsied, quick to escape out to an enclave, to be met by the night and fresh sea air that rolled from the Blackwater Bay, the crash of waves muting the party you left behind. Your hand pressed to your chest, your heart beating against your bones, and you focused on slow, deep breaths.

“Are you all right?”

Your blood began to rise to the surface as you spun on your heel to face the prince. He was dressed in black, sleek and tailored to his leane frame with his house sigil embroidered onto his chest and a cape draped across his broad shoulders with a forest green underlay that peeked with the breeze. He was poised, his arms knitted behind and rested on his lower back, his silver hair glowing in the silver moonlight.

You looked back over the bannister, your grip tightening on the stone. “Please, your grace, you have done more than enough for me this night–”

“Aemond,” his low tone halted your words and you looked back to see his large hand pressed to his chest. “Please, my lady, with how well we have gotten to know one another, I would wish that you would call me by my name.”

You could not help your incredulous noise to his request. “Forgive me, Aemond,” and the emphasis added on his name caused his lips to curl upwards, “but I am confused as to what game you are playing. We are both aware of what is expected of you–”

“That I am to find a wife,” he again interrupted.

Your lips pressed into a line, barring the frustration that threatened to spill, exasperated by his amusement that seemed to replace his usual stoicism. “Aemond,” your voice was strained, “I have truly enjoyed our time together, but now I must implore that you find your formidable wife as is expected, as I am certain she must exist,” and your hand waved flippantly back towards the entryway that led into the hall, into the sea of skirts swarming, “somewhere within the Keep.”

“I have already, Lady Greyjoy.”

You did not dare meet with his gaze, your eyes dropping to watch his leather boots take slow steps to where you were rooted on the terrace. It was something inevitable, something that you knew would happen, but still his words began to burn into your chest. “Oh. Then may I be the first to offer my congratulations.”

His amusement was still apparent in his tone. “For myself or for you?”

You blinked. “Aemond, you could not possibly pick…” and you faded away, still mulling over his words.

“Would it have ever occurred to you that I find all of you attractive?” Aemond pressed closer, his arm reaching, and you allowed him to take your hand, watching his slender fingers curl to hold, his thumb running along your knuckles. “I would not pick and choose parts of you that I love, and just ignore the rest. I find that you, as a whole, are exactly what I have been hoping for,” and a sly smile played on his lips, “in a formidable wife.”

It tore the air from your lungs, but his warmth kept you grounded in this moment. “Love,” was all you could manage. It was not a question, but you were unbelieving still.

He leaned forward, the silk spill of his hair, his gaze locked onto you. “Yes,” his finger touched the underside of your chin, holding your attention. “I believe it began from the moment we met in the library, but it has become a certainty as we continued to cross paths. If you would have me,” you now noticed the pink stain to his cheeks, “I wish to announce that you would become my wife.”

“Me?” You felt numb from his confession, from the nip of the cold air.

He hummed again, stepping ever closer. “Yes. I love you,” and you could feel the warmth of his breath fanning your cheeks, “just as you are.”

With the announcement of your betrothal, the Red Keep was emptied of the excess nobles to begin preparations. Your fingers felt numb when you wrote the letter to your father: Prince Aemond Targaryen has chosen me to be his wife. The freedom you once shared in the library was now monitored under a spyglass; Aemond remained respectful, of course, though you noticed how his touch lingered, his palm pressed to your lower back or his lips to your knuckles with his kiss.

His subtle gestures were for you alone and it left you wanting more.

The ceremony was intimate with only his family and your septa present. You felt dazed from the attention shown that day, scrubbed raw and hair prepared, the corset tightened around your silk chemise before your heavy gown was placed over. Your ears burned as your septa tried to prepare what wifely duties would be expected, a trepidation curling at the base of your spine.

The vows were exchanged with a chaste kiss, and soon your fingers were tucking into the crook of his arm, his large palm covering your own as he escorted you towards the marital chambers, a party in tow. It was then you saw the dragon that thrummed beneath when his voice commanded the room to empty, finally leaving you alone with your husband.

There was a moment and he stepped further into the now empty room, while a bashfulness crept into your bones, your hands trembling to remove the cloak as your eyes fell towards the bed made. You were now painfully aware of the intimacy that would be required and your eyes dared to look over to Aemond.

You were choked on your breath with the sight of Aemond, as he seemed to be carved from marble, lean and lithe and marred by silver scars of the battles won, decorating across his chest. He was waiting, the gleam of the candlelight on the sapphire placed in his scarred socket, and when you gave a shy nod you saw the shimmer of his hair that spilled over his shoulders with his slow steps to close the space between you.

Your eyes fell to the lines that cut into his hips, dipping below the waistband of his trousers that rested on his slender waist; your eyes widened at the laces already loosened, at his bulge that strained against the crotch.

Aemond was now close enough to touch, his hands warm as always, returning your attention to his bicolored gaze. You were burning with his heady gaze, from the fire you knew to be knitted with the ichor of his veins. He leaned forward until his brow touched with your own, your breathing a sweet exchange with the scent of the Dornish wine served.

“I would not wish to hurt you,” his hum punctuating his pause, his vow to you, “I will go with whatever pace that you set.”

And so you kissed him.

Aemond hummed again, his lips soft and sweet and so very warm against yours. It was not chaste like in the chapel and you dared to deepen the kiss, feeling his grin against your mouth and his clever tongue curling to taste.

You gasped softly and his arms wrapped to pull you flushed to his chest, enveloping you in his warmth, in his woodsy musk of sandalwood and ash. A heat began to pool at your lower back, slowly permeating throughout, sending your heart aflutter. When he pulled away, you could not control the small noise you made and it was met with an almost roguish grin, his hand taking yours to lead you to the bed.

Aemond turned to face you and you nearly choked on your nerves as his fingers began to gently unfasten the latches and laces confining you within your gown, pulling away the layers until all that remained was your chemise and the smallclothes worn under. Your arms folded across your chest to shield, to shy away, but he was quick to wrap his large hand around your wrist, pulling lightly until your arms dropped back to your sides.

It was then that you noticed the black that eclipsed the lavender of his eye.

“Gevie,” he breathed, closing the space once more to capture your mouth. His kiss devoured you, his passion pouring into you and you were all too willing to drown. His hands roamed to peel away the remaining layers, a red stain to his sharp features and his lips kiss-swollen and parted as he looked over your nakedness.

“Gevie,” he repeated, pulling you to lay back onto the bed.

You sunk into the pillows and he climbed on top, now bare himself, his tongue relentless to lave every curve, every roll of your skin showing until the heat prickling began to consume you, his love bites flushing their dark plumes against your skin. You writhed beneath him, breathless and flushed, before he finally settled between your thighs, his fingers dimpling with his hold.

His exhale tickled the warmth that pooled between, and then Aemond pressed forward to place an intimate kiss to the bloom above your entrance. Your lips parted with a wordless cry as his tongue began to taste, his low groan reverberating your bones beneath.

“Just as sweet as I imagined,” he murmured between your folds and you were burning with how his clever tongue now pulled you towards an unknown edge.

You gasped, louder than before, with the gentle prod of his fingers that were slick with his spit, curling with purpose within your velvet walls. You nearly cried out as sparks of white danced in front of your eyes, the heat that had been pooling now coursing throughout and returning to tighten in your lower abdomen.

Aemond continued his ministrations, his tone growing husky with his encouragement, “Yes, my sweet wife, just like that,” as your pleasure began to spill, pulsing around his fingers that continued to coax you through your completion.

It was otherworldly and you only felt grounded with the welcomed heat that permeated from Aemond, feeling him shift to slot his slender waist between your thighs. You cant your hips to cradle him in your hips and Aemond lowered to press his length against your silken folds with a delicious pressure that had you shudder.

He swallowed your soft whimper with a sweet kiss, his hands roaming to hold you close for the slow rut of his hips against you. You felt raw from your prior release, and the mixture of pleasure and pain was now amplified when his head dipped lower, his kisses tickling and tasting the sheen of sweet across your chest and neck.

“Aemond,” you gasped and he hummed again, his perpetual smirk playing across his lips that captured your own again.

His mouth trailed your cheek, pressing to the soft divot below your jaw, and the rekindled heat began to lick at your spine, spreading in response. “Are you all right,” he murmured against your skin and you could only nod an eager yes, your words gone along with the trepidation from before, wiped away with his mouth and his tongue.

This earnestness seemed to please him and his low timbre praised you. “Sȳz riña,” and you burned with embarrassment for being unfamiliar to the foreign tongue he spoke so sweetly to you.

His arm then moved between and you felt a blunt pressure at your entrance. Your fingers dug into his shoulder blades, beckoning him forward, and he followed with his gentle thrusts, pushing slowly past the slight resistance and sinking into your wet warmth.

You sighed when he fully sheathed, a pleasant stretch to accommodate his girth, and only when he saw your contentment did Aemond relax, melting against your softness. His head tucked into the curve of your neck, his low groan chorused your sweet sounds to this new sensation.

Aemond then stilled, waiting until your hands moved to cup his jaw, your thumb careful to trace, and you whispered words, “I am fine.” You assured him, you begged him for more, and he responded with a slow rut against you.

Your pleasure began to build with his pace, a passion that was rooted even deeper, and your thighs lifted to tighten around his waist, your soft cries encouraging him to quicken. Aemond snapped his hips against yours, and your pleasure began to expand, returning with the flutter of your walls as he continued, hitting a spot within that has your swearing that the stars now shone bright above the marital bed.

It consumed you both, with your tears pearling in the corners of your eyes and Aemond following after, his thrusts sloppy as he spilled inside of you.

You both stretched onto the mattress, flushed and spent, a comfortable silence punctuated with the crackle of candles that had been lit in the bedchamber. After he caught his breath did Aemond move to grab you, pulling you against his chest, his fingers trailing over to follow the length of your spine and back, his sweet murmured concern for your wellbeing.

You felt flustered from his attention, promising him that you felt fine, that it was nothing more than a delicious, dull ache between your thighs.

His large hand then cupped the side of your face, his chin tilting forward to press a kiss to your hairline. “Gevie,” Aemond hummed, a low rumble in his chest.

You could not help but ask him. “What is that word?”

His thumb stroked your cheek with his translation, “Beautiful.” It was stated as if it was the most obvious thing, your chest swelling with an emotion, bursting at the seams as he kissed your lips again.

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randomsevans · 4 years ago

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CHEATS TO LIFE LONG LIES

Chapter one

Chris Evan's x reader

A/N this story will have a mixture of 3rd person and 1st person (form all point of view ) . My gonna try my best but my English isn't the best

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3rd person

You know when you have that feeling . The feeling of suffocation. The feeling of you at a stand still as the future you had planned and wanted is suddenly ripped away from you and your left with a shattered heart and minds along with no Hope's. Nothing .

That's what y/n felt . Still feels . See it never goes away. It just dulls down

You see when you go about your life form one stage of the next you never know what's gonna happen . What you gonna do . Who you are to meet . How that person will effect your life .

You never know the most important parts of your life as there happing . Only after .

It's the down side of being human we never understand the importance of somthing until it's too late

Theres a quote that also stickes out to me . A very important one at that. by a person or should I say character .

" life is a pile of good things and bad . The good doesnt always soften the bad vise versa . The bad things dont nessracily spoil the good things and make them unimportant "

If you know you . And we can be friends....

If not ...

I'm gonna tell you anyway....

The 11th doctor .

You know it's silly how much a show you watch as a child and still do today can bring you some much comfort . Not only to you but your children to come . See people undermine tv shows . But there are important to many people . There hold so much meaning and love . People use tv as an escape . Or brings back memories. See doctor who holds a very important factor in my life just for a tv show but we ain't here to talk about that just now . But bare that in mind it is very important .

(Quick side note 12 the best. Fight me !)

Anyways .....

Back to the story ...

Wait where was I..

Oh yes the quote .

This quote ..

No sorry its gonna your gonna have to give me a minute.

Fuck it . I'll just let her explain .

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"AHHHHHHHH ! "

"Come on you can do it " Scott tried to sooth but that ain't FUCKIN WORKING

"I CANT ! SCOTT " I screamed. Squeaking his hand tight .

"Come on you have to . Let me meet my niece "

"ILL LET YOU MEET MY FIST IN A MINUTE... AHHHH FUCK "

the feeling. The pain was overwhelming. The screaming wasnt helping at all I feel sick and.... no I can describe it . How the fuck do you describe child labour .

"Miss y/l/n " the midwife inbetween my legs began "she coming. Miss one more push I promise that's it "

I quickly snapped to look up at scott with his annoying ass smile nodding his head .

One more push.

One more push until my life start a new

I nodded and turned my head back to the nurse as tears stung my eyes

One more push and I'll meet my daughter.

One more push until my life starts .

I cant help but smile as tears roll down my cheeks

Here I was in a hospital in London back home after 3 years of living in boston with my ex good for nothing fiance.

At 2 in morning holding his brother hand bring our - NO MY - daughter into the world .

See that man , that cheating man , the man I love more then anything still -WHY ILL NEVER KNOW -

See no matter how much bad hes put me though how he ruined our future together for his pregnant assistant. How he ...

"Ahhh..." I began to push

He will never spoil this for me . He will neve take this future from me . Not if I. Or his brother . Or his mother have anything to do with it

"Ahhhhhhgggg."

Ha that reminds me of do....

3rd person

See told ya it would come in handy .

Y/n pushed long and hard until the pain rippled through her . Making Scott hiss in pain swearing as he felt as if his finger had snapped of .

Y/n cries of pain echoes through out the room until she was beatin by a strong pair of new lung .

Y/n fell back on her pillow with a wide smile as her baby was wrapped up and cleaned . She glanced at scott who was now crying god know if from the pain in his hand or just witnessing the strongest women he knew apart from his mother bring his niece into the world .

"Ummm miss "

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1st person

I quickly turned my head to the nurse who looked down to her arms with a pool of blanket that had

"My baby ...." I whispered

The nurse only nodded and extended her armes to me

I quickly stay up and put my armes in the way I was told and held my dolls as a little girl . I could feel everyone eyes on me in room but I didnt care as the blanket came near to my arms my eyes fell upon a red faced button nosed tiny ... tiny thing .

As she was placed in my armes . I cant stop the tears nor the smile . A loud sob escaped my lips as I was stunned .

Here she was .

In my arms

My baby

My sweet baby girl

"Hello there " I giggled softly causing Scott to giggle as he bent down to .

"Hi little one " he spoke all above a whisper

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath

"Scott ?"

"Hmmm" his eyes were to forced on the little one in my arms

"Is this real ? " I asked slowly

There was a pause. My heart began to race thinking it's all a dream

"Y/n ! "

Oh no it's a dream my baby isn't here yet is she ?

I snapped my eyes open to see Scott eye level with me .

"Of course it " he said softly.

More tears . More tears . God all I've done for 9months is cry .

But for onces in a long . Long. Long time these were happy

I noded my head with blurry eyes as I looked down in my arms

"Its real " I final say

"So .." said scott

"So ... " then me

I placed a kiss gently on the forehead of the baby in my arms . Lifting her up slowly while bending my neck

"Welcome to the real world .... "I began whisper as a secret only to be shared with her once and never again

"Welcome to the world Clara Evans"

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ihaveitprinteddout · 1 year ago

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This ended up way longer than I expected but the way this story keeps giving me whiplash 🙈

"Javier I didn't visit you after the crash." "Brother I don't want her to be alone. I want her to be happy and shit Javier... you made her so happy." AHHHHHHHH 😭 The true stamp of approval has finally been given 😭

"You have my blessing brother." YESSSSSS 😭

"I love you... So fucking much and I want to make things right. I want us to be a family but I understand that you and Luke and that you're happy with him so I accept that I've missed my chance now. I won't stand in your way if it's him you want to be with." JAVI BABYYY 😭

"I'm asking you this because I want you... I want to fuck a baby into you because I love you and I want a family with you." "Please let me put a baby in you." Um....no thanks 😬

"You weren't even sure you wanted this in the long run but you wanted it right now. You wanted him to fuck you full of cum and so you nodded. That was it." THIS WOMAN, I FUCKING SWEAR. SHE DRIVES ME LOCO FOR REAL 🤣

"For a baby." "We've started trying for a baby." I cannot STAND this man like please, GO AWAY 🤣

"I guess I better get out of your hair." "You won't want me around now you're trying to start a family." JAVI 💔 HE DOESN'T DESERVE THIS 😭

"I guess that means you made your choice." "I get it, he's a great guy. I'm... well I'm not. He'll be a great father too!" MY HEART IS BREAKING FOR JAVI, THIS ISN'T RIGHT 💔😭

"I love you." AHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

HIJO DE PUTA! Y/N BISH, STOP PLAYIN WITH MY MANS. She can't seem to get her shit together relationship wise and it's driving me freaking loco bc Javi, despite his errors in the earlier chapters and even recent ones, has been fucking trying and trying yet she still kept treating him like shit. She's gotta make up her mind PRONTO and stop playing around 😠

Fat Friend - Part 7

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Summary: You were the fat friend. You knew that. Accepted it and got on with your life. You weren't the one guys wanted to date or the one that got hit on at parties. You were, however, Javier Peña's best friend and that made you untouchable. Until he plays matchmaker and your whole life changes.

Relationships: Original 'Male' Character x Reader, Javier Peña x Reader

Warnings: Angst, smut, 18+

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Javier blinked frantically as he tried to make sense of his surroundings. Everything was white and the air filled with a dense fog but there was nothing else to help him work out where the hell he was.

Was this heaven?

No. If he's going anywhere it won't be heaven.

"Hello?" He called out, his voice echoing "Anyone there?"

The silence seemed to roll on forever. He walked and walked yet he never made it anywhere. Never came across anything or anyone. Just more fog.

"Please." He pleaded, his tone a little desperate.

"Hi, Javier."

The agent turned on his heels abruptly to face a voice he never thought he'd hear again. His eyes locked on the familiar blue ones of the man opposite and he let out a shaky breath.

"Good to see you again brother." The familiar voice continued, a smile crossing their face.

"Scott." Javier breathed, his eyes wide "You're..."

"Still very much dead." The man chuckled "So are you... technically."

"What?" The agent asked, taking a step back in shock.

"You got smashed and passed out in the bath brother." Scott stated, his head tilting to one side "You tried to pull yourself out but you've not been bothering with your physio have you, so you were too weak."

"I..."

"She's with you now." Scott continued "She and Luke are trying to bring you back."

"I fucked up Scott." Javier sobbed "I shouldn't have gotten involved with her and I'm sorry but shit... I love her. I love her so fucking much it hurts."

"Then why aren't you with her?" He questioned, brow furrowing in confusion.

"Because you told me no."

"Javier I didn't visit you after the crash." Scott stated, a sad smile crossing his face "Brother I don't want her to be alone. I want her to be happy and shit Javier... you made her so happy."

"How do you?"

"I know." Scott said simply, a short pause settling over the two men "Brother you need to make a choice. You go back and make things right."

"Or?"

"Or you die. Naked on your bathroom floor." Scott confirmed, "What's it to be?"

"I don't know." Javier confessed, shaking his head in defeat.

He was so tired. Tired of being weak and of the nightmares that plagued him every time he closed his eyes. Tired of the pain and the heartbreak.

"What about your daughter?" Scott asked and Javier's head shot up "I heard you... at the graveyard. I heard you."

"Scott... I-"

"You have my blessing brother." He interrupted and Javier sobbed, nodding his thanks before his eyes settled on the boy that had appeared at Scott's side.

"Hi, uncle Javi."

"Jacob." Javier cried, holding out his arms as the boy ran to him "Shit, I've missed you."

"Missed you too." The boy said as he pulled back to look at the agent "You need to go back and take care of mum and Layla." He said, smiling "And little Flor."

"Okay." Javier choked, nodding as he looked back up and Scott "I wanna go back... What do I do?"

"Open your eyes." Scott stated simply.

...

"Come on Javi." You sobbed, starting to lose hope.

Then...

Water spewed from his mouth before he proceeded to choke and gasp, Luke quickly rolling the agent onto his side.

"That's it Javi." He said softly "Just breathe slow."

You sobbed openly then, clutching Javier face in your hands as you watched him lose his battle to stay conscious. You stroked his hair as his eyes fluttered shut, his body going limp again.

"We need to call an ambulance." Stated Luke and you nodded.

"I'll stay with him."

You grabbed one of the bath sheets from the shelves beside the sink and wrapped it around Peña's shivering form before pulling him into your arms. Rocking him as you rested your cheek on the top of his head.

"I'm so sorry Javi." You sobbed, placing a kiss on the crown of his head "Shit I'm so sorry I've been such a bitch to you." You paused, rubbing his arm in an attempt to warm him up "It's just so fucking hard being in love with you."

"S'kay." He stuttered and you jumped a little.

"You with me?" You asked looking down at his glassy expression.

"He's okay."

"Whos okay?" You sought.

"S-Scot-t" He said, teeth chattering "He's-s o-okay."

"Javier what are you-"

"The ambulance is on its way." Announced Luke as he walked about into the bathroom.

"Hear that Javi? Help's coming." You stated as you looked down at him but he'd already slipped away again.

It felt like wrong sitting beside a hospital bed watching Javier sleep so soon after he'd woken up from his Coma, yet here you were. The ambulance had arrived around 5 minutes after Luke had called them and you'd been whisked away along with the agent where you'd sat and waited for someone to come and get you. Luke had returned to the kids, knowing you'd need to be there for Javier and as you'd sat, awaiting news you thought about the man who'd shared your bed the past year. You loved him, you truly did, he was such a kind giving soul and he made you feel safe but you didn't have the passion you'd had with Javier. You hadn't even had it with Scott and that's what you felt your life was missing. You loved Lucas Brown... but you weren't in love with him.

"You and I need to have a serious chat about your drinking when you wake up Javier Peña." You said, breaking the silence that hung over you both "I can't have you drinking like that around our family."

"Don't worry." He piped up, his voice a little croaky "No more whisky for me."

"Javier?" You stood from your chair so you could look at him better, your hand still holding his "You with me."

"Mmm." He groaned as he tried to clear the fog.

"You scared the shit out of me." You snapped "Again!"

"I'm sorry." He replied, his eyes settling on you "I made a mess of things again."

"Well sorta." You chuckled "But it was mostly me." You confessed as you rested your free hand on the top of his head "I was a cold bitch to you and I'm sorry. I know you were just doing what you thought was best. I just didn't agree with him."

"I saw him." Javier said and you stopped your rambling "I saw him and Jake. I don't know if it was real this time or what but he said that we have his blessing. That he's happy I made you happy."

"Javier." You warn "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that what I saw after the crash wasn't real. He told me so himself and I was an idiot for believing that Scott wouldn't want us to be together."

You choked back a sob as he squeezed your hand gently and smiled at you sweetly.

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. He was saying everything you wanted to hear and yet now that everything was being held out for you on a silver platter, you weren't sure.

Could you trust him not to leave again?

Could you trust him not to hurt you again?

Luke would never hurt you. With Lucas, you had stability. The chance to give your family the stable home life they deserved and perhaps you weren't in love with him right now. Didn't mean you couldn't be one day.

"I uh... I need some time." You said, heart racing in your chest "To process all this."

"Sure," Javier replied, giving you one last small smile before he drifted off again and then you were left to your thoughts.

You needed to think about what you wanted. Did you want to be with Javier? The man you were in love with and shared a daughter with. Or did you want to be with Luke? The man who for the past year had supplied you with such love and safety.

Time to decide.

2 months later...

You'd been adamant Javier stayed with you after he'd gotten out of the hospital and after a brief resting period so that his broken rips could mend, you were dragging him to his physio. He put on weight, his muscle started to come back and as the weeks went on he started to look more and more like your Javier again. You started to mend the holes in your relationship with him, Flor playing a huge part in bringing the two of you closer together but you'd still not decided... and you needed to.

You had an idea of how you might decide but you knew it was wrong... Selfish. As Javier became more hands-on with Flor, taking on more and more as he grew stronger. You found yourself pining for him. You wanted him so much that you dripped in his presence but you pined after Luke too. The man was irresistible, especially when he was playing with Layla or Flor. You wanted them both. So bad.

But you couldn't have them both.

"My sister had her baby." Luke announced over dinner that evening, smiling as he took a swig of his beer "She's asked if we want to come this weekend to meet him."

"Shit Luke I'd love to but..."

"Oh right yeah, it's your last Physio appointment this weekend right?" He asked as he turned his head to look at Javier.

"I can ask my pops to take me if you want to go?" The agent suggested and you suddenly had no real reason to say no.

"Thanks, man, I appreciate that." Luke said as he patted Javier's back.

"No problem." Javier replied, his stomach twisting a little "Are you going to take the kids?"

"Well, she said we could." Luke piped up.

"I don't mind having them. I mean one's mine after all." He finished with a chuckle.

"A weekend away without the kids sounds pretty good. Eh, babe?"

"I uh... I've not left Flor before now." You said, suddenly very nervous about leaving your daughter.

"Javi will be fine. He's great with her. It's only for a weekend. There's some milk in the freezer so he'll have enough till we get back." Luke argued and once again you didn't really have a reason to say no.

"You sure Javi?" You asked, turning your head to look at him.

"I'll be fine." He replied with a smile "Pops can always help me if I get to in over my head."

"Great!" Luke exclaimed and you smiled.

"Yeah."

"He was so freaking cute." Luke gushed as he placed his coat down on the bed, before making his way to the bathroom to freshen up.

"Yeah, he was." You replied, smiling as you remembered how excited he'd been to meet his new little nephew.

Once you'd arrived, your anxieties had started to ease a little. You'd rung Javier when you'd arrived and he'd put a babbly Flor on the phone for you. You supposed this trip was a blessing really. It would give you a chance to decide whether Luke was the guy you wanted to choose.

"What do you think?" He said, pulling you from your thoughts.

"About what?" You asked, smiling as he appeared from the bathroom his just his jeans.

"About maybe having another one, one day?" He elaborated.

"I uh... Well, I've not thought about it much really." You confessed "I mean I'm in my mid-thirties now. It's getting a little late for me to have any more really."

"But do you want another?"

"I... I don't know." You replied, shaking your head "Why are you asking me this?"

He said nothing at first. His eyes darkened as he took sure and measured steps towards you before stopping. You're breathing quickened as you stared back at him and you noted a possessiveness in the way he looked at you. His arm looped around your waist and pulled you close. His lips brushed against yours and you shivered, your brain going blank as you stood there in his arms.

"I'm asking you this because I want you... I want to fuck a baby into you because I love you and I want a family with you." He purred and your core started to ache "Please let me put a baby in you." He growled against your ear and your brain short-circuited.

You weren't even sure you wanted this in the long run but you wanted it right now. You wanted him to fuck you full of cum and so you nodded. That was it.

Next thing you knew you were mewling as he thrust himself into you and you gripped onto his shoulders for dear life as he started at a bruising pace. You didn't have to be conscious of how loud you were so you moaned and screamed as he fucked you with abandon, his hard length driving you to climax so fast your head was spinning. He pulled another from you before he was cumming himself, yelling out as he shoved himself deep and filled you with ropes of his seed.

"Fuck." He panted, grabbing a pillow and putting it under your hips in the hope that gravity would help "Think it'll take?" He asked as he kissed his way up your body before focusing his attention on one of your nipples.

'Mmm, I don't know." You moaned, revelling in the pleasure who tongue was bringing you.

"Better make sure." He purred before you flipped you over and pulled your hips into the air "I hear this way is extra effective."

You cried out in pleasure as he sheathed himself inside your heat again before pulling you flush against him and lathing your neck with kisses. His pace was a little slower at first this time, but the angle was more devastating than the last and he soon had you cumming hard around his length. This pushed him to start thrusting harder, the room filled with the music of your lovemaking and after what felt like hours you were both crying out as you cum together. Kissing languidly before you collapsed into the bed, tired and sated.

"That might've done it." You joked, kissing him one more time before you both succumbed to your exhaustion.

Javier hadn't wanted the weekend to end. He'd loved every moment of his weekend with Layla and Flor. The toddler had taken it upon her to show her baby sister how to arrange her stuffed toys when you'd walked through the door, smiling ear to ear.

"It's important to put them in the right order." She stated whilst arranging each one along the wall beneath the window of the lounge "But you will get some that don't get along so make sure you don't put them together." She said sternly as she pointed at Flor and the baby clapped and laughed as she wriggled on Javier's lap.

"Here that baby girl?" He uttered beside her ear "These are important life lessons."

"That they are Jabi." Layla concurred and the agent chuckled as she nodded her head with surety.

"We're home." You called out and Flor squealed at the sound of her mother's voice "Well hello to you my precious girl." You cooed as you pulled her into your arms "How have they been?"

"Perfect." He replied, "I've loved it."

"Good." You replied with a smile.

"How was your weekend?" He asked as he looked over at Luke "How were your sister and the baby?"

"She was great." He replied "Baby was perfect. He was so freaking cute man."

"That's great to hear." Javier replied as he pushed himself to his feet "Coffee?"

"Please." You and Luke replied in unison.

He made his way to the kitchen, noting how you and Luke followed him but he focused on the task at hand. He could see how happy the two of you were and it made the little green monster stir inside him. Perhaps it was time he went back home.

Handing you your mugs, you all sat at the table in an awkward silence before he decided he couldn't bear it a moment longer.

"Anything else happen whilst you were away?" He asked, sipping at his tea "You both seem to be very... happy."

"No, not really." You answered, shrugging your shoulders.

"Well, there was one thing." Lucas piped up and you looked at him with wide eyes "He deserves to know."

"To know what." Javier questioned, his stomach sinking.

"We've started trying." Luke stated, grinning at the agent.

"Trying?" Javier asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.

"For a baby." Luke elaborated "We've started trying for a baby."

"Oh." Javier replied, his eyes flitting to you "Wow that's..."

"Amazing?" Luke gushed and Javier let out a breathy chuckle that you knew wasn't genuine.

"Yeah." He breathed "That's great news." He felt sick saying it.

"Thank you." You said, smiling at him sweetly but you could see the pain in his eyes and it hurt.

"I guess I better get out of your hair." Said the agent as he pushed himself to his feet "You won't want me around now you're trying to start a family."

"What?" You asked, stomach twisting "Javi no, you don't have to go right away."

"I'm all better now Pètalo." He stated "No need to babysit me anymore. I'm able to get myself out of the bath now."

"Don't joke about that." You choked and he instantly regretted his comment.

"Sorry." He said, giving you a weak smile "I'll be fine I promise. Need to get Flor's room set up anyway."

"Don't worry about it tonight." You said, your tone a little desperate "I'll help you with all your stuff tomorrow."

"Okay." He said, giving you a small nod "Thanks, Hermosa."

Luke was gone early the next morning, wanting to get a head start before the store opened after being away for a few days. So that left you and Javier alone. Layla had gone to preschool and Flor was napping in her rocker in the lounge so you were left to stew in the awkward silence that had settled over you both.

"So a baby huh?" He piped up finally and you shivered.

"Yeah." You replied, "We both want it so."

"Do you?" He asked and your brows knitted together in confusion.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"What it means is that Luke seemed a lot more excited about the whole thing than you were." He clarified and you let out a sigh.

"I just wasn't sure whether telling you was the right thing to do is all." You said, "We've only just started."

"Well, I have a right to know." He piped up and you looked at him again with sad eyes "Luke said so himself."

"Javi."

"I guess that means you made your choice." He continued "I get it, he's a great guy. I'm... well I'm not. He'll be a great father too!"

"Javier, you're an amazing father." You assured as you grabbed his arm and pulled him so he was facing you "You're... you are..." You lost yourself in his gaze.

The two of you stared at each other for what felt like forever. Time came to a standstill around you as you gazed at each other. Then you were kissing, his hands pulling your flush against him as your tongues danced. You squeaked when he lifted you onto the counter and then you moaned when he ripped off your shorts and swiped his fingers through your folds.

"So wet." He growled and you mewled, nodding desperately.

You moaned against his lips and he plunged two fingers into your heat, curling them expertly. He pumped his fingers as you kissed him hungrily and then you whimpered when he pulled them out, only to moan louder when he sucked at your clit.

"Fuck Javi." You cried out, biting on the back of your hand in an attempt to stop yourself from screaming when he replaced his fingers.

Your back arched as he fucked you with his fingers and ate you out like a man starved, thighs trembling as your orgasm approached. You threaded your fingers through his hair as your hips started to rock, desperate for a little more friction, then he curled his digits just a little more and you were gone. Gushing over his face and leaving a mess on the counter. You pushed yourself up and hopped off the counter. Grabbing the agent by his arms, you pinned him to the fridge before unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down enough to free his length. He was achingly hard for you and he groaned in relief when you started to pump him but when you dropped to your knees, he was aching again. You took him in your mouth, hand gripping the base so you could pump what you couldn't take.

"Shit." He groaned, his hips thrusting a little as your head started to bob "Your mouth is perfect Pètalo."

You hummed around his length, slipping your hand between your thighs so you could rub your slit whilst you sucked him within an inch of his life. Spit dribbled down your chin and tears started to prick at your eyes the longer you went but his moans and grunts were enough to push you on and when saw you were touching yourself he lost it. Cumming hard down your throat and tipping you over the edge with him. You swallowed his spend and wiped your face with the back of your hand before he pulled you into a biting kiss that left you dizzy.

"I love you." He uttered against your lips and your heart shattered.

What had you done?

Tags: @hayley-the-comet @mishasminion360 @ajeff855 @pedritomando @supernaturalgirl20 @dihra-vesa @nicolethered @practicalghost @theanothersherlockian @gallowsjoker @little-mrs-morales

#ch: javier peña.#fandom: narcos.#series.

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vixenofthemist · 6 years ago

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I JUST WOKE UP FROM A NAP AND CHARACTER PROFILES ARE OUT AHHHH

Im gonna mostly talk about the Golden Deer bc I've been waiting for forever for SOMETHING about them and now I have it I'm gonna run.

But some of my thoughts on the other houses:

Black Eagles: Nothing really caught my attention other then they have the most people without crests, and Dorothea hates herself :<

Blue Lions: Well... that certainly confirms the theory that the Childhood Friends don't accept Dedue very well aosjsj Sylvain is the only one who doesn't seem to have a problem with Dimitri no wonder he's so willing to work on his womanizing he's the only friend who isn't judging him (bc Ingrid HAS to not like that Dimitri has Dedue as a retainer and even if it didn't sour their relationship completely it had to have put some strain on it. No wonder she and Felix are seen together so often aksjsj). ALSO ANNETTES A SWEET ANGEL.

OK Now Onto the Golden Deer akjsjs (I'm on mobile or else I'd put a read more sorry akdjsj)

FIRST OF ALL- THIS???

DOESN'T SHE MENTION AN OLDER BROTHER IN THE ADVICE BOX??? I could be remembering it wrong but I SWEAR she was like "i have to write my brother but I dont know what to write him about so tell me". Someone please explain is my memory bad or is Hilda submitting false facts to the ask box for fun?

Hilda is definitely that girl who said "um excuse me we're having a conversation. Rude." To a teacher when they tried to stop her talking in class aksjaj

I love how persuasion is right in the middle of her otherwise totally normal likes lol i can just hear her listing off her likes and just saying that aloud so casually and the person she's talking to is just like "excuse me- wait what was that one in the middle??" "Fashion :>"

RAPHAEL HAS A BABY SISTER!!!!!!!!!!! I REPEAT RAPHAEL HAS A BABY SISTER AHHHHHHHH HE MUST BE SUCH A GOOD BIG BRO!! PLEASE LET NOTHING HAPPEN TO HER IF SOMEONE EVEN LOOKS AT HER FUNNY I WILL DELETE THEM

ASSJSHAJS Lorenz likes Monitering Claude LMAO, its his #1 hobby. Also we finally have a reason to have a rivalry with Black Eagles- Lorenz hates coffee but Hubert loves it. (Also he hates vulgarity lmao bet there was at least 1 time where Leonie and Claude just swore constantly around him for an entire day alsjsj)

Also what is a worthy women and how much do you wanna bet he's been slapped in the face for phrasing it like that bc he absolutely has to have been socked at least once.

Ignatz hates lightning and there better be some good found family fics of the Golden Deer helping him distract himself during storms!!

(Also he seems to really like the church so wonder how that goes with Claude aksjs)

Lysithea still adorable, loves sweets and cute things and hates bitter food aksjjss also hates anything physcially laborious what a gigantic mood

Ashe also hates ghost and as someone who thinks they'd be adorable together I love the idea that they're the couple that go see a disney movie while the others go watch horror (but they still get scared by the wind that night and call Mercedes to come take care of the ghost aksjjs).

Leonie's is exactly how I thought it'd be aksjsj don't have a lot to say except she's the big sister of the group and has for sure punched Lorenz in the face

Marianne and Claude are at the bottom bc they're my favorites and I have a lot to say about them akshshs

Ladakdjsj why does "long rides" make me think of a dating profile?? "Hi my name is Claude Von Riegan, I love long rides on the beach and tactically scheming as the sunsets. Pick me and I'll let you grasp any part of me you want."

Anyway SO pumped to finally have stuff coming out about Claude aksjsjs after what feels like years of just getting scraps we're finally getting some gosh dang FOOD and we DESERVE IT

His dislikes are interesting, like its so clear he doesn't trust the gods at ALL kasjjs and he clearly has a reason for that which I'm sure will come out in the main plot since its all about the church who are just a bunch of people blindly following Seiros akdjs

(Also who's gonna tell him he's in a fire emblem game and is just as subject to the rng gods as the rest of us? Leaving things to chance is the underlying tagline of the combat system cause sure you have a 95% to hit but there's still a chance you won't 🙃)

Love that he likes poetry, he is the guy who can rehearse shakespear by heart but mostly just spouts the existential stuff but will whip out a real romantic verse when the moments right (unlike Lorenz who only remembers the romantic stuff). Definitely is the guy who writes haiku jokes using haiku's and it drives everyone else crazy. Also I hc that he means long rides on his wyvern and not a horse bc ever since I saw that he can become a wyvern rider I can't not think of him as one akssj (I'm calling the wyvern Goldy the Golden Good Boy of the Von Riegans, Goldy for short, becauze it makes me laugh akdjsj.)

Also wtf does planning feasts mean??? What does planning a feast entail?? Is this just a medieval way to say he likes to party??

MARIANNE'S #1 DISLIKE IS HERSELF NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

WHO DID THIS TO HER WHERE ARE THEY AND HOW PREPARED ARE THEY FOR THESE HANDS???

PLEASE LET ME BE ABLE TO GIVE HER A HUG INTSYS!!!

Ok calming down I am SO fascinated by Marianne, cause she clearly has so much story to her and I for one can't wait to find it all out. Cause she's so different from the other nobles, all of them are quite confident and loud (in personality and color) but shes the exact opposite, and we don't even know what her crest is so we can't figure out who her birth family are and what happened to them that made her get fostered by the Edmunds. And the Edmunds themselves are just another hole because how do they treat her? I cant imagine its good? But perhaps it is and whatever happened to her birth family is why she's so depressed and lacks self confidence? Akjdkss Ok I'm just rambling now I'll stop but long story short I'm hyped to play Golden Deer and see what her relationship is with the rest of the house xD (especially Claude bc they have such different viewpoints on the gods and the church so their supports are gonna be interesting aksjjs)

#fire emblem three houses #fe:3h spoilers #golden deer #claude von riegan #hilda valentin goneril #marianne von edmund #vixenramblesfireemblem #i have so many thoughts but i just woke up so i cant articulate them akdjsjsn #thank u if you read this rambling mess lol

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queenharumiura · 2 years ago

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[ 👑 + he's floating while carrying, naturally ]

Taken from meme: [x] ||Accepting|| Is this me placing this anywhere in the timeline without real clues? More likely than you'd think.

Sometimes, things happen so fast, it takes a moment for your brain to process it. One moment she was walking down a path and then the next-- she doesn't feel anything under her feet.

"Hahi?" Blink blink. "HAHI!?" She can see that she wasn't far off the ground, so there wouldn't be an issue if she just struggled her way out-- but that wasn't the issue here.

IT WAS SUPER EMBARASSING! The mortification-desu! Maybe-- less people would have noticed if not for her screaming but... but...!! It's surprising! It's not Haru's fault!

She grabs onto his shirt, pulling him in, hissing out the words "What. are. you. doing? Trying to embarrass Haru half to death? Put me down. NOW."

She's redder than a tomato right now and she's hiding her face behind her hands from the onlookers. AHHHHHHHH WHYYYYYYYYY???

Look, it's true, she's always dreamed of being swept off her feet, but not like this? At least give Haru a warnin- wait. No. Even with a warning, don't just sweep Haru off her feet. At least wait for her to say yes first.

Yeah, that sounds good.

Hm? Wait- why... can you hear the conspiracy cogs turning in her brain?

"This isn't some weird mafia hidden camera prank thing, is it?" If it is, she's going to smack you.

#Parallelroutes #Meme answered #Answered ask #Thanks for the ask!#((Muse; Byakuran))#Haru speaks #((I am verily amused and I thank you))

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agl03 · 8 years ago

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DID YOU SEE THE NEW PHILINDA CLIP THEY JUST RELEASED? I am so pissed/upset. Like i knew this would happen but it's just cruel. Ahhhhhhhh. This is gonna cause some major damage once they find out she's not really May. This isn't really a question i just wanted to yell into someones inbox.

Hi @i-have-zero-chill

I did! Yeah this is gonna hurt….a lot. Though there is a REALLY good chance that Coulson gets a bit of pay back for all those times he interrupted other couples moments on this show and Daisy or Koenig pop in and bust up the moment before they kiss…I have a feeling we’ll get lots of almosts before they get one.

In case anyone missed it HERE is the link to the clip.

So guys…just really brace for the worst, the quote below has me all sorts of worried.

In the exclusive clip above, May is unusually forward, suggesting that she and Coulson take a vacation to Ireland. Obviously, that’s Radcliffe’s programming, but it’s also the sort of thing someone who’s nickname is “The Cavalry” would do. What will happen once the LMD is uncovered and the real May returns? Will Coulson ever be able to be intimate with someone after being completely suckered by an evil copy? After three and a half seasons, we’ll almost certainly get to #Philinda (yay!), but it will be between a guy and an unwilling robot (boo!)? Be careful what you wish for, fans…

In a joint statement, executive producers Jed Whedon and Maurissa Tancharoen weighed in on the move to bring the couple together: “It’s been an ongoing debate for some time now — will they, won’t they? Given their history, and everything they’ve been through together — and the fact that May is now an android — maybe it’s their moment.”

#aos spoilers #ask agl03 #philinda #i'm gonna need a bigger blanker fort

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lovehugsandcandy · 1 year ago

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AHHHHH! AHHHHH! AHHHHHHHH! OMG IHFAKJGSBDVJKSEBDOILKHBSEKFDJBZSDB SCREAMING SCREECHING AND JUST OVERALL MAKING NOISES FROM MY MOUTH THAT ARE COMPLETELY UNFIT FOR HUMAN EARS.

O.M.G. First of all. You have blessed us and me in particular and I am sure that it took a very long time to create this and it is so amazing and heartbreaking and GAWDDDDD omg.

First of all, I love the Nia and Finch friendship. My MC is bffl with Nia too and I love it I LOOOOOVE IT.

As far as he knew, she had kept her promise to him. He hadn't expected anything different, she was probably the last person he'd expect to ever break a promise. He'd kept his promise to her, too. Most of what he'd been thinking about lately, aside from other, less shareable thoughts, had been what he was going to do next.

And this breaks my heart. "He'd just be haunted by all the ‘what if's and ‘if only's. He just had to get closure." Poor Finch. He's so torn! "Hearing Aerin referred to as the ‘traitor prince’ also put a bad taste in his mouth, even though he knew it was objectively true." I mean, I also have a softness for treasonous war criminals apparently, so I feel Finch's pain!

And oooooh. First of all, Finch is a bada$$. "As he placed the guard's limp body on the ground, it caught up to him that he was doing all of this just to see Aerin on his own terms. That was a troublesome thought to have." But also, he really wants to see Aerin privately? And have a private conversation? Oh my heart.

And I'm back to screaming:

But, most prominently, of dark hair, and bright, curious eyes, and lips on his that he so desperately wanted to forget.

ASFJDHBJRKSBGJKDGBJDF MORE SCREAMING

There was the Aerin he'd met in the Deadwood and the Aerin who had killed his brother in cold blood and kidnapped Nia, and Finch didn't know which Aerin was the real one.

And this, omgggg. With Aerin asking if MC trusts them so many times in B2, this just.. oooohhhhhh:

“Ironic choice of words given that you'd probably refuse to trust me, if I asked you to,” Aerin crossed his arms. “I have a good reason for not trusting you,” Finch reminded him. “Which is why I'm not asking you to trust me, I'm just asking you to be honest with me. It isn't like I have anyone to reveal your dark secrets to anyway.” Aerin gestured around himself, to the dark empty cell.

(Also,, I feel kinda sad for him, bby war criminal)

And the FINCH OMG pulled like magnets askdkdsbfjkfvbjk

OK this was a LITERAL SCREAM IN REAL LIFE which is MORTIFYING but OH WELL

He placed his hand on the back of Aerin’s neck and, against all better judgment, he kissed Aerin Valleros.

SDHFOSHBFLKDNKNDKFLVNKDFLNGKF. Poor Finch. So torn. Poor bby.

And then Aerin getting hurt?

“So that was your closure, then?” Aerin's words had a bite to them that Finch wished didn't cut as deep as it did. He sounded hurt, and it caused a stab of guilt in Finch's chest that he then felt even more guilty for having in the first place.

First of all, war criminal, I'm not sure you can be hurt right now and making Finch feel guilty but I still feel bad and OMG I want these two to make up. So bad. Are they endgame? Will they ever be happy?

I am just going to sit in a corner and imagine that they are happy. And scream every so often.

This was so good and angsty and heartbreaking and I loved every single word. Thank you for writing their meeting. It was everything my angsty little heart could have dreamed of and it is amazing. AMAZING!

This fic is Part 2 to this fic, which I do recommend reading first but it isn't REALLY necessary. Just be prepared to be a little confused about a couple of minor details if you don't feel like reading a whole other oneshot first.

(This is dedicated to @lovehugsandcandy who gave me the motivation to write this, this is a gift for both of us)

Relationship: Finch Parnassus (MC) x Aerin Valleros

Warnings: Nothing major, except some very minor and very brief violence and the fact that this fic doesn't have a particularly happy ending.

Word Count: 4,297

Summary: Following Finch's discussion with Nia, he makes a difficult decision with some painful consequences.

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In the days that followed, Finch found himself with a lot to think about. He thought he did a rather good job of hiding it, and of course he tried not to think of the particularly difficult things much at all. But every so often - perhaps as Mal cracked a joke over a round at the tavern, or Kade went on about some new book he'd read - Finch would catch Nia giving him very pensive looks. He wished she wouldn't. Not only because it felt at times like her hazel eyes were boring into the back of his head, but also because his worst fear was that someone would notice and ask him why.

He wasn't prepared to divulge any of the secrets of the night Nia had visited him, and - thank the Gods - Nia didn't seem to be either. As far as he knew, she had kept her promise to him. He hadn't expected anything different, she was probably the last person he'd expect to ever break a promise. He'd kept his promise to her, too. Most of what he'd been thinking about lately, aside from other, less shareable thoughts, had been what he was going to do next.

It was nearly impossible to decide. At least out of all of the hard things he'd done while he and his friends were searching for the onyx shards, he hadn't had to make very many decisions himself. The quest probably would've gone much worse if he had. In this situation, though, it did seem like the best choice to rip off the bandage. He'd deliberated on it for a while, but at the moment it really just seemed like letting his thoughts and feelings lie would only be torturous for him. He had to go, or else he'd never be able to move forward. He'd just be haunted by all the ‘what if's and ‘if only's. He just had to get closure.

But he needed to prepare first. If he'd learned anything from - well, from everything, it would be that it was always best to enter a situation knowing as much as you could about what you were getting into. He knew he'd have to ask someone about visiting. However, he also wanted to keep the reasons behind his visit close to his chest. Those two things combined had led to what he'd hoped was a fairly unsuspicious conversation with a soldier who was often stationed nearby the cells.

He'd made some small talk first, mostly about other goings on in the kingdom, because he knew that approaching immediately with the question he wanted to ask would set off alarms. But when he'd started to feel like he'd been there long enough, he had finally gotten to his point.

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“What are the protections like, when someone goes down to visit a prisoner?” he asked, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall in a way he hoped read as casual. “I just know that some of my friends might've been going, and I think it's about time I go for a visit myself. What should I expect?”

“I'm sure we could arrange that for you. We take minimal risks while allowing visitors to the prisoners,” the guard responded. “All visitors are accompanied by a varying number of guards determined by both importance, and how dangerous the prisoner they're visiting is. We don't even let visitors enter the cells most of the time, save for certain circumstances. I'm assuming you're speaking of paying a visit to the traitor prince, meaning you'd likely be given three guards, and you would not be allowed into the cell.”

Finch nodded along, cataloging all of that new information into his brain. He couldn't help thinking that deciding how many guards to give someone based on how important they were was a bit unsavory. It was like ranking people by how much it would matter if they died. Hearing Aerin referred to as the ‘traitor prince’ also put a bad taste in his mouth, even though he knew it was objectively true.

“Along with that, we also ensure that none of our prisoners are in possession of weapons, and we don't allow any visitors to bring weapons into the cells in order to prevent injury.” The guard seemed very pleased with herself as she bragged about the security measures of the prison.

“I don't usually carry my weapons on me anyway, but you wouldn't have to worry about me hurting anyone,” he laughed, finding the idea a bit absurd.

“Oh, no, we're confident that someone like you won't engage in any violent behavior,” the guard clarified. She fiddled with the key ring around her belt as she spoke. “We wouldn't allow you to carry any weapons because we want to make sure he won't hurt you. But you don't have to worry about that, since you won't have to go into the cell.”

Suddenly, any ounce of humor left the situation. He hadn't even considered the possibility that Aerin might try to hurt him while he was there. It hadn't even crossed his mind. Now that he was thinking about it, it seemed like an oversight on his part. But the fact that his mind hadn't even registered the idea of it brought back that all-too-familiar shame.

“That sounds reasonable,” he smiled politely, putting on a pleasant facade even when he wanted nothing more than to shake the guard in front of him and tell her she knew nothing about Aerin. “I'll let you know when I decide to go, then. I haven't settled on a time yet.”

“Alright. Have a nice afternoon, Hero of Whitetower. I'll be looking forward to your return.”

~~~

That conversation had happened three days ago, but Finch hadn't gone back to meet with that soldier. Something about the whole procedure of it hadn't felt right to him. It was much more strict than he'd anticipated, although he supposed it made sense when it came to visiting a prison cell. Still, he knew that having so many guards with him would prevent him from having the conversation he wanted to have. He couldn't be accompanied.

Now, he was leaving his room in the dead of night to go do something he absolutely shouldn't have been doing. He shut his door carefully behind him, not wanting to alert anyone of what he was doing. The only reason he was going at night was because he knew there wouldn't be quite so many people wandering the halls of the castle. He didn't want to have to explain his way past dozens of guards. If he went at night, he'd only have to sneak his way past a few of them. He'd even dressed himself in dark colors to make it easier to merge with the shadows.

The journey to the dungeon was rather short, and he didn't run into any obstacles aside from a few sleep deprived guards taking the night shift as he got close to the entrance. It seemed as though the majority of the prisoners they had in the cells weren't considered particularly ‘high-value’, so they weren't as concerned about guarding them. There was only a single guard stationed by one of the cells in the long block. It wasn't difficult to determine who that cell belonged to.

Before his conscience (and arguably his common sense) could get a hold of him, he began inching his way further into the hall. Finch silently thanked Mal for sharing his wisdom as he neared the guard, still unnoticed. Then, like a snake lashing out for a bite, he caught the guard in a chokehold and placed a hand firmly over their mouth so they couldn't call out and alert the other guards. He applied even pressure until he felt the guard slump in his arms. As he placed the guard's limp body on the ground, it caught up to him that he was doing all of this just to see Aerin on his own terms. That was a troublesome thought to have. But before he could dwell on it, a quiet voice interrupted him.

“Who's there?” Finch's heart jumped into his throat. He would've known that voice anywhere. Memories crashed into his brain like a brick wall. Memories of the Deadwood, and drakna, and sitting by a lake. Of a wicked sword, and a killing blow, and a near escape. But, most prominently, of dark hair, and bright, curious eyes, and lips on his that he so desperately wanted to forget.

“I know someone's there, I heard you,” Aerin continued after what must've been at least a minute of silence.

After a moment more, Finch responded. “You weren't supposed to.”

Another stretch of silence followed. He imagined Aerin was going through something very similar to what he just had. Or perhaps he simply hoped so. “...Finch?”

Finally, Finch stepped in front of the door, looking in through the small, barred window. He pulled back the hood he'd been concealing his face with. “I wasn't going to come,” he admitted into the darkness. He couldn't see Aerin through the shadows of the cell. That made it easier, in a way. “But I was told that I should.”

“So that's it, then?” Aerin questioned, as if he was expecting more. Maybe he had the right to. “You chose to come here in the dead of night, completely unaccompanied by guards, just because someone told you to? That doesn't sound like something you would do.”

“I guess neither of us have really been acting like ourselves, then,” Finch pointed out. He heard Aerin laugh, and had to close his eyes in order to process the swell of overlapping emotions that came with it.

“You sound really sure about that. Sure that you know what it means for me to be ‘acting like myself’, I mean.” That reminder was a harsh blow. There was the Aerin he'd met in the Deadwood and the Aerin who had killed his brother in cold blood and kidnapped Nia, and Finch didn't know which Aerin was the real one. It very well could've been this one. It probably was. “Still, I don't believe someone telling you to is the only reason why you came here.”

“And what makes you think you know me well enough to decide that for me?”

“Because if I were out there and you were in here, I know why I'd be coming to see you,” Aerin answered matter-of-factly. “Now, are you going to stay out there, or are you going to come in so we can actually talk?”

That gave Finch pause. He glanced to his left, at the still unconscious guard. They had a key ring on their belt, much like the other guard Finch had spoken to. He could only assume Aerin knew the keys were there. But Finch hadn't planned on entering the cell at all, his plan had always been to stay on the other side of the door, to get it over with quickly. He wasn't as sure of that now. It was a risk, he knew that; Nia probably hadn't actually entered the cell, no matter how many times she'd visited. He'd been so sure that Aerin wouldn't hurt him, but how could he be? It wasn't as though Aerin had never done anything unexpected in the past.

But Aerin was right: how were they ever supposed to have a real conversation if they couldn't even see each other? Finch had thought the separation would help things stay impersonal, but that hadn't worked. It still felt personal, it just also felt wrong.

He grabbed the key ring.

He had to try a couple before he found the one that worked, but when he heard the click of the lock opening, he froze. He'd just unlocked the cell door of one of the most valuable prisoners in the dungeon. And now, he was going to go into that cell with him. He closed the door behind him as he stepped inside, as if that would matter. He couldn't lock it again from the inside.

“If you're worried about the lock, don't be,” he heard Aerin say from the other side of the cell. The sound of chain links clinking together followed, and Finch assumed that meant Aerin was shackled to something. He wasn't sure how he felt about that. “I wouldn't leave now, even if I could.”

Finch turned and took a couple more careful steps into the room. As he came closer, and his eyes adjusted to the dark, Aerin's face became clearer. He looked just as Finch remembered him. Not as he first remembered him, though, no; as he'd looked when they'd last seen each other. Aerin's skin still had that pallid gray tone, and if Finch looked closely he could see the dark black veins creeping across it. His eyes were still clouded with black, too, and they were narrowed as though he was putting Finch through exactly the same examination. He didn't look quite as regal as he had the last time Finch had seen him, though. Maybe because he was in much simpler clothes, or because he was chained to the floor by his ankle. Probably both. He was sitting on a wooden slab that had been attached to the wall like a bench, which only looked marginally more comfortable than the stone floor.

“You haven't changed much, have you,” Aerin noted, a smirk crossing his face.

“Neither have you.” Finch stood a few feet away from him, not because he was afraid of Aerin per se, but because he was afraid of what getting closer would do to him.

“You're allowed to get comfortable, you know. I'm not going to bite you,” Aerin shifted the way he was sitting, leaving enough room on the wooden seat for Finch to sit down beside him. Finch remained standing. “Alright then, if you're dedicating yourself to that, I can't stop you.” He paused, glancing away for a moment, before looking back up at Finch. “Who told you to come?”

“Nia did. She said she's been coming, and she thought it would be best if I did too,” Finch explained, feeling like that was enough information for the time being. Nia's words still rattled around in his head, though: He has been asking about you. Finch wasn't going to mention that. It would've only made things more complicated.

Aerin rolled his eyes. “Of course she did. Probably another effort to ‘purify’ me. I have no idea why she thought sending you would work, though.” His eyes narrowed. “But the real question is, why did you listen to her? When she told you to visit me.”

“I believed her, I thought it was a good idea,” Finch shrugged, averting his eyes. He was lying through his teeth, of course, but that was neither here nor there.

“Come on.” Aerin didn't seem amused by that answer. He stood up and stepped as close to Finch as he could, which was still decently far away, but it was close enough for him to press his thumb against the side of Finch's chin until his gaze was directed back towards him. Finch gently pushed his hand away. “You were nowhere near that into the Light the last time I saw you, and the last time I saw you, you were actively wielding a massive Light sword. Do you remember that?” He asked, an unmistakable teasing tone in his voice.

“Yes, I do remember that. And I'm sure you remember why I was doing it.”

“I do. So give me the real reason.” Now that Aerin was standing, they were eye level with each other, and Finch found himself unable to look away. Even with that darkness in them, his eyes still held something that could capture Finch's attention in an instant. “And I'll know if you're lying.”

Finch sensed a running theme of people being able to read him like a book, or at least claiming they could. He floundered for something to say. “I can't tell you,” he landed on, knowing that was probably the worst thing he could've said.

“Great,” Aerin sighed, dragging an exasperated hand over his face. “Why?”

“It would be… counterproductive,” Finch attempted to explain.

Aerin's brow furrowed. “What, so telling me why you decided to come would ruin whatever plan you have for how this should go?”

Finch clenched his hands into fists, then stretched his fingers all the way out. “I know it's confusing, but you just have to trust me on this.”

“Ironic choice of words given that you'd probably refuse to trust me, if I asked you to,” Aerin crossed his arms.

“I have a good reason for not trusting you,” Finch reminded him.

“Which is why I'm not asking you to trust me, I'm just asking you to be honest with me. It isn't like I have anyone to reveal your dark secrets to anyway.” Aerin gestured around himself, to the dark empty cell.

Finch looked at the ceiling, then at the ground. After Aerin had betrayed them, Finch had lost all of the faith he had that any of their relationship had been real. Well… almost all of it. But he couldn't shake the feeling that this was just another case of manipulation. If he told Aerin why he'd really visited, would that information just be used against him? It could easily be the basis to accuse him of treason, of an allegiance to the traitor. And whether or not he was actually charged, his reputation would certainly be tarnished.

When he looked at Aerin, though, even he had a hard time believing that. He would understand, wouldn't he? They'd be done with this night, go their separate ways, never have to worry about each other again. That was what he wanted, wasn't it? Telling Aerin that might make it easier. He just had to be clear about what he needed.

“Fine.” Finch took a deep breath. He needed a moment to think of the best way to word what he was about to say. “I haven't been sleeping lately. And I realized that the reason why that's been happening is because I have a lot of unresolved feelings… about you. But I don't want to, and- and I know that I have to get over all of that. So I came here to see you, and I'm hoping that maybe in doing all of this, I can finally get some closure. Then we won't ever have to see each other again.”

As he'd been speaking, Aerin had gotten closer to him. But, wait, that wasn't possible. No, he’d been the one to move in. Unconsciously, sure, but he'd still done it. The fact that he hadn't even noticed was arguably worse. But Aerin didn't look like he found it humorous, as a part of Finch had expected. He didn't look angry either, or upset, or happy, or even all that surprised. He just looked confused.

“I told you not to lie,” Aerin warned, a slight edge to his voice that Finch couldn't identify.

“Aerin, this has been tearing me up for weeks. If I was lying, someone should've told me.”

“Gods, Finch, you stubborn bastard,” Aerin hissed through gritted teeth. “Of course you let that lie for so long. Why didn't you come sooner?” He reached out and took hold of the front of Finch's shirt, pulling him in closer. Finch could see Aerin searching his eyes for something more, some sort of explanation. “What is it that you're so afraid of?”

Finch didn't respond for a moment, simply keeping his eyes locked on Aerin's as he allowed the words to dig into him. He remembered that speaking with Aerin had always made him feel a bit like he was being studied. He supposed he probably was, in a way. That remained true. Now, though, it was the last straw. He felt something snap inside of him, probably his last thread of sense. He placed his hand on the back of Aerin’s neck and, against all better judgment, he kissed Aerin Valleros.

Everything about it was wrong. He shouldn't have been here, he shouldn't have felt this way, he shouldn't have done this. But then the hand holding his shirt was being used to turn him around until he felt his back hit the wall, and suddenly it was all right. More right than anything had been in weeks, maybe more than anything had been ever.

Finch's hand wove up into Aerin's hair, savoring the feeling of it. He'd missed that more than he could've imagined. One of Aerin’s hands pressed flat against his chest, and the other one wandered upwards to brace itself at the side of his neck just below his jaw. It was then that he noticed how cold Aerin's hands were. His face was colder than it should've been too, come to think of it. That realization snapped Finch out of whatever stupor he'd been in.

“Wait, wait,” he muttered, turning his head away from Aerin.

“What?” Aerin wore a puzzled expression on his face.

“I… I shouldn't be doing this.” Finch stepped to the side and then back into the center of the room. He began pacing back and forth in a line. “Oh Gods, what have I done? I knew I shouldn't have come, why did I ever…” He trailed off into a groan of frustration. He'd just made a massively irreparable mistake. He pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes as if that would make the whole situation go away.

“Finch, it isn't that bad,” Aerin tried to convince him. He sounded like he believed it, too, which Finch could only imagine for himself. “At least I'd hope you didn't think it was.”

“It wasn't bad, it-” Finch took a deep breath in. “It wasn't bad, but this is bad. As in, no one can know I did that. No one should know I was even here, really.”

“No, actually, believe it or not this is the exact opposite of what I wanted to happen here.”

“Well that isn't my fault, is it.” He heard Aerin sit back down behind him.

“No, I'm not blaming you, I just…” Finch closed his eyes. “I have to leave.”

The unfinished final half of his sentence hung between them, unspoken but still well understood. I have to leave, and I'm not going to come back.

A heavy silence found a home in the room for a moment. “Okay, fine. If that's what you want.”

Finch could hear Aerin's disappointment, and it killed him. Because he didn't want to leave, but he had to or else he'd ruin himself. He'd probably lose his friends, his brother, his dignity, almost everything he'd ever cared about. Did he really think that all of that was worth it, just for one person? That was probably what scared him the most: the fact that he knew deep down that the answer was yes. So he had to leave now.

He took a few steps toward the cell door and placed his hand on it, lingering there. “Goodbye, Aerin,” he muttered into the darkness.

“Goodbye, Finch,” the darkness responded.

Finch pulled the cell door open again and stepped back out into the hall, closing it behind him as quietly as he could. He was sure the guards were still at their posts, and now wasn't the time to be found. He locked it tightly again, and returned the key ring to the still unconscious guard on the ground, who he was sure would wake up very soon. It was time for him to go. He spared one last glance at the cell door before he departed again.

He made quick work of getting back up to his room, especially now that he knew what would be in his path. Shutting the door behind him was a bit comforting, more than he'd expected it to be at least. He supposed he'd grown sort of used to being there. Not to mention that now he was alone, which meant he had a chance to work through all of this before anyone else saw him.

He hadn't stopped feeling guilty, even after he'd gotten back into bed. He didn't intend to tell his friends, but he couldn't help thinking about how disappointed they'd be if they knew. Especially Nia, who had advised that he go in the first place. And she'd inevitably end up visiting Aerin again, wouldn’t she? Would she be able to tell something had happened? All of the uncertainty gave him a headache. He was exhausted. He didn't know how he could possibly be expected to cope with the seemingly constant stressors being thrown his way, but he was still going to try.

Right now, though, he just needed some sleep. He needed to forget about Aerin, and Nia, and everyone else. He wished he didn't have to, and that everything was easy, but it wasn't. Nothing had been even remotely easy since Kade had gotten trapped in the Shadow Realm, and now things would probably never be that simple again, no matter how much he begged the Gods for respite. His choices were either to keep moving forward, or change his name and run off to live in the mountains. He just had to keep being resilient. Either way, though, he'd be much more capable in the morning. He had to be. Whether he wanted to or not.

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AHHHHHHHH I know right??? This is loosely based on real-life experience with my husband's family and being the "black sheep" nonreligious ones. You get a lot of passive aggressive shit for it.

Marcus didn't get away from his family without some serious issues, but yes, he IS just an incredibly empathetic and caring person and that's what makes him able to be open minded where the rest of his family isn't as much.

His siblings were literally like

Thanks, guys.

Spoiler under the cut:

Yeah these two have been relentlessly fucking, even more so since she got her IUD out in "Mine" so uhhhhh yeah it was only a matter of time :) :) :)

Exposure

Pairing: Marcus Pike x f!reader (from the Control 'verse)

Rating: E (SMUT, 18+ only)

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: slightly dark!Marcus, controlling!Marcus, BDSM relationship, HEAVY D/s dynamics, total power exchange relationship, strained family dynamics, mentions of homophobia and sexism, awkward situtations, collar mention, spanking, lil sprinkling of choking, PIV sex

Summary: The door opens, and you startle as you hear not a soft, surprised sound from Marcus, but an ear-piercing scream.

A/N: Alternate title: Meet the Parents. @absurdthirst was interested in elaborating on THIS ask–what would happen if his family found out about the nature of their relationship???? We joked around about that incredibly awkward scene in the DMs and then I wrote a chapter around it. Thank you to @leslie-lyman for the beta <3 I love you. Gif is from Graceland, my dark!Marcus inspo

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"It's not too late to back out, you know."

"You'd really fly us all the way out to Houston and then back out?

"I'm just saying, we could always check into a nice hotel instead."

You give Marcus a playful nudge. "What could be that bad about your family?"

Marcus sighs. "They're just a lot, sweetheart. I don't know how else to describe it."

"Don't you want them to meet your new wife?"

Marcus snorts. "Of course I do. I'm just a bit worried about…" he sighs again, "...everything."

"It's gonna be fine," you tell him. "Even if they're completely insane, I can totally handle them."

"You're right," he says with a smile. "Or at least, I hope you're right, because this is it."

He pulls into the next driveway, and you note the amount of cars already here, lining the sides of the road.

"Easter weekend," Marcus mumbles. "Everyone's here."

You lean over to give him a little peck on the cheek. "You're being a curmudgeon, Sir," you whisper in his ear.

"I know," he agrees. "Just don't have the best memories associated with being here."

"We'll, this time you have me," you tell him with a playful smile.

Marcus squeezes your hand and brings it up to kiss the backs of your fingers.

"I do," he says quietly.

Not thirty seconds after the two of you exit the car, you're greeted by an enthusiastic cry of "Markie!"

Your eyes whip to the front porch–where an older woman has opened the screen door and is waving frantically–and back to Marcus. You shoot him a look and mouth ‘Markie?’ with one eyebrow raised.

Marcus smiles and shakes his head exasperatedly. “Don’t start with me, little doll,” he murmurs in your ear, one hand on your lower back as the two of you start to walk up the sidewalk to the house. A little louder, he adds, “Hi, Mom.”

When you reach the porch, the woman wraps Marcus in a bruising hug. “It’s been years, Marcus,” she sobs into his shoulder.

“I know,” he soothes her, “I know. It’s been busy in D.C. I’m sorry I haven’t been back.”

“Busy? I would say so!” His mother turns to look at you. “You even got married!”

You give her a little wave and an awkward smile. Marcus breaks free of the hug and reaches for you with a warm expression, drawing you to his side–where you always fit like a puzzle piece.

After you introduce yourself, Marcus’s mom–Helen, she tells you–wraps you in a bruising hug of your own, making you squeak in surprise.

When she pulls back, she fixes her gaze back on Marcus again. “I can’t believe I had to find out about this over the phone,” she chastises him gently. “You couldn’t even call to tell me you were engaged first?”

“There wasn’t really an engagement, Mom, we kind of skipped that stage.”

“You just woke up one morning and decided to get married?” Helen asks, incredulous.

You and Marcus exchange a fond look. “Yes,” he confirms with a smile, leaning over to kiss you on the temple. “I had been dragging my feet due to past… experiences, and the moment I found out we were on the same page, I didn’t want to waste any more time.”

“Oh, Markie,” Helen sighs. “I’m sorry about what happened with Teresa. I had to hear about that one on the phone as well. Still, you didn’t need to deprive me of being ‘Mother of the Groom.’” She shoots him a pointed look before turning to you. “I can’t believe you let him drag you to City Hall instead of giving you a big, beautiful, church wedding like you deserve,” she pouts.

“You’ve got four other children, two of whom are currently unmarried,” Marcus says with an exasperated chuckle. “You can live with one less wedding from me.”

“Oh!” his mother cries. “Speaking of, I ran into Shannon at H-E-B the other week. Do you two still keep up?”

Marcus squints in confusion. “My ex-wife? No, we don’t keep up,” he says with a little laugh.

“She has five kids already, can you believe it?” Helen gushes. “She married Johnny Peterson, Allen's boy. Do you remember him?"

"Uh–"

"Ma! You gonna let them actually come inside the house?"

You spin at the new voice to see a man with dark hair and warm, brown eyes–looking eerily similar to your husband–coming out of the front door and wrapping Marcus in a tight hug.

"Michael," Marcus grunts, "been a long time."

Michael–the next-youngest brother–introduces you to his wife, Sonia, and Marcus’s two other brothers, Thomas and Joseph. There’s a fifth sibling, the youngest and the only daughter, who apparently isn't here.

"Where’s Emma?" Marcus asks as the two of you are finally ushered into the house.

"She's in Iceland doing research for her dissertation," Michael says. "Couldn’t get away."

Marcus snorts. "Couldn’t, or wouldn’t?"

Michael shrugs, his eyes dancing with amusement. “Guess we’ll never know why she always seems to be literally on the other side of the world when any family gatherings are happening.”

Marcus is explaining softly in your ear–inaudible to anyone else–that neither he nor Emma quite saw eye to eye with the rest of the family, when his mother interrupts his hushed tones.

“Markie, honey, are you two coming to Easter Mass tomorrow?” she asks.

“We’ll, ah, we’ll see, Mom,” Marcus answers. You know that tone of voice–it’s the one he uses when he’s trying to be diplomatic, but has no intention of following through.

“Oh, don’t tell me that’s still going on?” his mother asks.

“You mean not going to church? Mom, it’s been over twenty years, it’s not–”

“What’s all this commotion?”

You turn as a deep, gruff voice interjects from the doorway to the garage.

“Frank, Marcus and his new wife are here,” Helen says impatiently, as if she’s already had to explain this ten times today.

“Hey, Pop,” Marcus says quietly.

“Son,” Frank replies brusquely.

You watch as the two of them exchange a strong, but slightly tense handshake before they both turn to you. You extend your hand as well, following Marcus’s lead, but his father laughs and pulls you into a hug, instead, making you startle slightly. He’ll hug you, but not his sons? Your heart breaks a little more for Marcus.

You can see why Francis Pike would be intimidating to have as a dad. Even in his seventies, Frank is a no-nonsense, gruff character. Age and retirement have probably softened him somewhat, but clearly not all that much. He’s the sort of person to wake up at ‘oh-six-hundred’ for exactly eight ounces of black coffee and a brisk walk around the neighborhood. The type who, even on the weekends, chooses to wear slacks and a button-up rather than casual clothes. He’s the kind of man who gives firm handshakes to his children rather than hugs; and, as you’ve already gleaned from less than five minutes of speaking to him, has a rather outdated view on women in the FBI.

When you explain to Frank that you work with Marcus in the Art Crimes Department for the FBI, the man narrows his eyes in confusion, and asks, “Is that still going on?”

When you nod patiently and tell him yes, the department does, in fact, still exist, he nods sagely and remarks, “Art Crimes. That’s good. Nice, safe place for a female agent, so your husband doesn’t have to worry about you getting hurt.”

You try not to take the bait. You really do. Marcus’s dad is just from another generation, and that generation has outdated views on women in general. You get it. But you struggle with the concept of keeping your mouth shut.

“Sure, it’s not dangerous most of the time, but it can be,” you argue. “Just a few months ago, I was shot in the leg during an op.”

Frank’s eyes widen. “What? Was Marcus with you?”

“Oh, uh–yeah?” you answer, suddenly realizing that this is going in a direction you didn’t intend.

Frank turns to Marcus. “Aren’t you their C.O.?”

You watch as Marcus bites the inside of his cheek, visibly deflating, and you try very hard to remove your foot from your mouth.

“He is, but the mistake was on me and my partner,” you say emphatically. “We broke protocol. I broke protocol. It wasn’t Marcus’s fault.”

“Mistake?” Frank harrumphs. “Mistakes can get people killed,” he warns.

You nod, chastened, and you register a light squeeze to your shoulder as Marcus murmurs “Excuse me” in your ear and heads towards the kitchen.

You make your excuses to Marcus’s dad and follow your husband, entering the kitchen just as the pantry door clicks shut.

You tap lightly on the door and sneak inside, shutting it behind you, to see Marcus leaning against the wire shelving with his thumb and forefinger pinching the bridge of his nose, looking smaller than you've ever seen the man.

"I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean to throw you under the bus back there, it's just–he said that thing about female agents and I just… I can't keep my mouth shut, I–"

"It's fine," Marcus sighs, not unkindly. "It's just been a long time, and it's…. draining, being back."

"What do you need?" you ask softly.

"Need? I-I don't–"

"You don't have to go through this alone anymore," you tell him. You grab his hand and bring it to the delicate gold collar resting around your neck. "Tell me what you need, Sir."

You meet his eyes and give him that same look that you always give him when he comes home every night and Marcus blinks, realizing what you're asking him.

He's breathless as he says his next words–

"Get on your fucking knees."

Your chest heaves at his words, and you're sinking down, down, down, when both of you are startled by a loud voice entering the kitchen.

"Where is my mi nieto," demands an age-worn voice. "Marcus? Are you in the kitchen?"

"Fuck," Marcus whispers with a little laugh. "It's my grandma. Be quiet for me, now.”

You nod and return his chastened grin, both of you slightly giddy at the prospect of being caught. You don’t dare to get up from your knees for fear of making any noise, so you simply gaze up at Marcus from where you are. He smiles back and reaches for you, softly cradling your jaw in his hand as the two of you wait for the kitchen to clear out again.

Your face is way too close to Marcus’s crotch not to be… tempted to act out. Feeling a bit playful, your tongue darts out to touch the material of his jeans. The hand on your jaw squeezes and pulls you back, forcing your chin up to look at him sternly shaking his head no. His jaw is set, but his eyes still dance with amusement.

“Mamá, where did you put the potato salad?” you hear Helen ask, and Marcus’s grandmother blessedly leaves the kitchen long enough for the two of you to escape the pantry without looking too suspicious.

You have only enough time to sneak out and shut the door behind you, taking a sudden interest in the coleslaw on the counter as Helen and her mother return with a large bowl of potato salad.

“Abuela,” Marcus says, with the worst poker face in the world, “good to see you.”

The afternoon passes in a blur, meeting relative after relative and trying in vain to remember everyone's names.

You learn that Marcus's dad's side of the family is Irish Catholic and his mom's family were originally from Argentina. Helen–shortened from Helena, you'd discovered–was the second generation to be born in Texas.

Marcus and two of his brothers resemble her side of the family, but Thomas, the youngest brother, has shockingly red hair and freckles.

Everyone is boisterous, loud, and very enthusiastic to meet you. You've lost count of how many times you've heard some variation of "Finally!" when you get introduced.

Coming from a small family yourself, the energy is exciting, if a little draining. Marcus, on the other hand, looks as if he's imploding before your eyes. His smile is slightly forced, two little creases between his eyebrows as he listens to one more person talk about how he was "carrying on his father's legacy" by being a federal agent. They put a lot of pressure on one son, you realize. It's no wonder Marcus had always felt like he wasn't in control of his own life.

As the evening finally wears down and some relatives start to filter out, you sit on the couch with Helen, who is telling you all the embarrassing stories she can think of from when Marcus was a boy. Across the room, Marcus appears to be stuck in a conversation with his father, and he looks like he’d like to be anywhere but here. You watch as he frowns and shakes his head, responding to something his father had said.

You’re getting tired of seeing Marcus look so on edge. He looks deflated, like he’s smaller, somehow. The Marcus you know might be a little neurotic, sure (and now you know why), but he’s always carried himself with an easy confidence, is quick to smile, and has a quiet authority about him that makes people listen when he speaks. Watching Marcus today, he looks unsure of himself.

You don’t like it.

"I'm not feeling very well," you announce to the room. "I think I'm going to go lie down a little early."

You cross the room to intercept Marcus who leans in and asks, "Are you okay?" with a concerned expression.

"I'm totally fine," you whisper back. "I'm giving us an out, I was hoping you would join me. Just give me a few minutes to get ready for you… Sir."

Marcus’s smile is genuine for the first time in hours. "I like how you think," he whispers.

You kiss him on the cheek and head up the stairs to the guest bedroom you're staying in for the weekend.

You smirk to yourself as you pull out the sheer lavender outfit that Marcus loves, along with a little leather crop–both items that you had snuck into your suitcase, ‘just in case.’ You hadn’t known, at the time, what ‘just in case’ was going to look like, but you are exceedingly glad you had thought of it. You giggle. A BDSM emergency.

You pull on the outfit (no underwear, of course), replace the gold chain around your neck with your thicker collar, and sink to your knees by the bed, placing the crop suggestively in front of you, folding your hands in your lap, and waiting for Marcus with an affectionate, anticipatory smile.

This will cheer him up.

The door opens, and you startle as you hear not a soft, surprised sound from Marcus, but an ear-piercing scream.

“Oh, my God!”

You blanch. Marcus’s mom is standing in the doorway, hand pressed over her heart in horror, the once perfectly-folded towels she had apparently been bringing to your room laying in a heap at her feet.

You jump to your feet. “Mrs. Pike,” you say brightly. “Um… hang on.”

You grab an old crocheted afghan off the bed and hastily wrap it around you, hiding the way your nipples are poking through the gauzy material of the shirt.

You laugh nervously. “Thank you for the uh, towels. I’ll just. I’ll grab them. Um. Sorry. Didn’t mean to–yeah.”

“What were you doing?” Helen cries, looking more and more upset by the second.

You blink. Surely it was rather obvious…? “I was just, um… you know…”

“Ugh!” She makes another loud, disgusted sound, and to your horror, she marches into the room to pick up the riding crop. “What is this… this depravity?”

“Uh…” you start weakly.

“Mom!”

You breathe a sigh of relief as Marcus enters the room, taking in the scene with a horrified stare.

“I’m sorry!” you squeak. “She just walked right in, I–”

“It’s okay,” Marcus silences you, holding his hand out placatingly. “Mom, you–you’ve gotta knock, Jesus.”

“How was I supposed to know that I’d be interrupting such… such… such wickedness!” the woman shrieks.

To your horror, the rest of the family has come running, too–hearing the commotion. Soon enough, all three brothers, a couple of aunts who haven’t left yet, and his father have filtered into the doorway. You watch as his youngest brother, Thomas, looks from your barely-covered form, to the leather crop in Mrs. Pike’s hand, and back to you.

“You dog!” the younger man crows, slapping Marcus on the back. Marcus frantically bats his hand away, shooting him a death stare.

“I don’t understand what’s happening,” his father says, shaking his head, looking around with confusion.

His wife holds up the crop and shakes it. “He… he hits her with this! Frank! Do something!”

Marcus’s father stares blankly, apparently not comprehending. “He what?”

His mother bursts into tears. “Is this because I was a bad mother?” she wails at the ceiling. She buries her face into Frank’s chest and he pats her back awkwardly, giving Marcus a disapproving stare over his wife’s head.

“Okay, okay–hold on!” you say loudly above the din of confused and horrified voices. “This is not–no! He doesn’t hit me with–well, okay he-he does but it’s not–it’s not hitting, it’s–this is all very consensual, you’re getting the wrong idea here,” you manage to get out.

Marcus’s brother is shaking with silent laughter. Marcus is still standing in stunned silence, his mouth moving as he tries and fails to come up with something to say. You know the feeling. You shoot him a frantic glare as if to say “Your turn.”

“Mom,” Marcus begins calmly, “I’m sorry you saw this, but we’re two grown people, and–”

“It’s you, isn’t it!” the woman interrupts, leveling an accusing finger at you. “Markie is a nice boy, and you corrupted him with your see-through clothes and this–this filth!” She throws the crop at your feet.

“That’s enough!” Marcus shouts, and you flinch–he never yells.

“Don’t take that tone with your mother,” Frank interjects.

“Don’t talk to my wife that way, and I won’t,” Marcus snaps. “What we like to do behind closed doors,” he says with clenched teeth, over-emphasizing the last two words, “is our business.”

“I still don’t understand what this is,” Frank mutters, shaking his head and pointing at the crop.

“It’s a riding crop, Pops,” Michael says under his breath. “It’s for… you know.”

Comprehension finally dawns on one Francis Pike. “Are you a sadist?” he asks, staring open-mouthed at his eldest son.

Thomas has to see himself out of the room–and you can hear his uncontrollable laughter as he walks down the hall and away from the most embarrassing moment of your entire life.

“Jesus, Dad, no,” Marcus insists, exasperated.

“Then–then what is all this?” the man asks,

“Dad, it's um–” Marcus laughs humorlessly, “I really can’t get into this right now.”

His mother is still sobbing loudly.

You want to sink into the floor. You can feel the anxiety start to build, and you shoot Marcus another panicked look.

It’s enough to spur Marcus into action. He strides over to you and pulls you gently to his chest with one hand cupping the back of your neck.

“This has gone far enough,” he says over your head. “I need everyone out of this room. Michael–” he looks pleadingly at another one of his brothers, “help me get them out of here.”

With your face buried in Marcus’s chest, you don’t see the results of Marcus’s order, but you can hear Helen’s high-pitched tones getting fainter as the group leaves the room.

“I’m sor–”

“Don’t,” Marcus interrupts gently. “You don’t need to be sorry. I’m sorry.” The hand at your neck starts tracing the band of your collar, making you sigh and deflate. “Why don’t you get changed, and we’ll go find a hotel,” he says.

“But your family–”

“–can try this again later, provided they apologize,” Marcus finishes. “Get dressed.”

You obey, pulling on your clothes from before as Marcus goes around the room, grabbing the few things you’d unpacked and shoving them back in the suitcase. Both of your tasks complete, he turns to look at you and smiles.

“Forgot something,” he says, gesturing to the leather collar still around your neck. You hadn’t replaced it with the little gold chain.

“I’m leaving it on,” you tell him, sticking out your chin defiantly. “I’m not ashamed of it, I don’t care.”

Marcus strides across the room and takes your face in both his hands, kissing you deeply.

“Good,” he whispers, when the two of you come up for air. “Good. I’m not ashamed of it either. Now let’s get out of here, hmm?”

He presses one final, tender kiss to your forehead and leads you out of the room, his hand wrapped possessively around the base of your neck.

You try to keep your expression neutral as you walk through the living room to see the family sitting in stony silence, watching your departure. With one hand on the door, Marcus turns around.

“This was a mistake,” he says, his voice stern. “We’re going to check into a hotel.”

“But what about Easter bru–” his mom begins tearfully.

“Whether we’re there tomorrow is up to her,” Marcus says, nodding at you. “If we do go, I expect a full apology from everyone.” With that, he opens the front door and ushers you out.

As he’s throwing the suitcase in the back of the car, Marcus’s youngest brother comes running out of the house.

“What, Tom?” Marcus groans.

Thomas’s eyes are wide with interest, a goofy smile on his lips. “Teach me everything you know,” he demands.

Marcus rolls his eyes. “See you later, Tom.”

As he gets into the car, there’s a small, amused smile playing on his lips.

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Thirty minutes later, you both collapse on a king size hotel bed with matching relieved groans.

“You were right,” you murmur. “Your family is insane.”

Marcus chuckles. “I did warn you.”

"You never mentioned you were Catholic," you say.

"Well, my family is," he protests quietly. "I haven't been for a long time."

You smile fondly. “What happened there?”

“A lot of things over the years, but the final straw was how everyone reacted when Emma came out,” Marcus tells you softly. “Haven’t been back since. She obviously hasn't either.”

He breathes out loudly. "Speaking of," he sighs, "What do you want to do about tomorrow?"

You hum thoughtfully. You could show up tomorrow and let the embarrassment of today wash off of your back–you won't let it stick. Marcus would bear the brunt of it, and you can’t do that to him. What you really don’t want to see is Marcus imploding further into himself with each family interaction.

"Is it bad if I say I don't really want to go?" you ask.

Marcus chuckles. "No. It would be my preference that we didn't," he admits. "Tell you what, let's go spend the day at the beach instead."

"Did we pack our swimsuits?" you ask.

"I thought we did."

Marcus gets up from the bed and rummages around in the suitcase. "If not, we can just buy some," he remarks. He pulls out the leather riding crop from the suitcase and gives you a look. “Why did you bring this?”

You shrug. “Just in case.”

Marcus laughs. “Just in case… what?”

“Just in case you wanted to hit me with it,” you tease him. “You know, because you’re a sadis–eek!” You squeal as Marcus pins you onto the bed, his fingers digging into your ribs, making you jump and squirm away.

“Naughty thing,” Marcus growls, sinking his teeth into your shoulder.

“Does that mean you’re going to punish me, Sir?” you giggle.

“I get the feeling you’re angling for that,” he replies with a grin.

“What gave you that idea, the fact that I brought that on vacation, or the fact that I specifically laid it out for you to use on me?”

Marcus silences you with a kiss. “Both. I’m going to find the ice machine,” he declares. “You, my little doll, are going to get changed and sit exactly how you were before we were so rudely interrupted.” He kisses the tip of your nose playfully before getting up and leaving the room.

Minutes later, you’re being pressed into the bed with one of Marcus’s hands around your neck–just enough to make you slightly dizzy, but not so much that he’s controlling when you’re allowed to breathe.

Not this time, at least.

He’s half-leaning over you, gently trailing the end of the leather crop up and down your body in a barely-there touch that pulls goosebumps to the surface of the skin as it moves. You know that Marcus normally has no qualms about making you cry, and can reduce you to tears with this toy easily just so he can put you back together afterwards, but he’s being gentler than usual, electing to ramp up the anticipation through unpredictability rather than force.

He teases you with it, varying the time in between each stinging slap, sometimes changing up the location and then, when you’re not expecting it, letting the crop fall in the same spot, dealing an extra little bite. Sometimes he makes you think he’s pulling back, and your body reflexively tenses in anticipation only to have Marcus return to feather-light touches with a little chuckle.

You’re trembling with anticipation, with the effort of keeping still, and you can hear the smug smile in Marcus’s voice as he teases you.

"Look at how much you're shaking for me," he says lowly in your ear. "Good girl, I can see you trying so hard to keep still for me."

He proves his point with another gentle slap, right over your pussy, making you whine into the bed, your hands grasping at nothing, forcing yourself not to move.

"See? Look how well I have you trained, my little doll," Marcus teases. "You'd take anything I give you, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, Sir," you gasp. The crop lightly caresses the underside of each cheek, making you whine.

"You look so pretty like this," he whispers, peppering a few gentle kisses across your shoulder blades. "Had enough yet?"

"Isn't that up to you to decide, Sir?" you tease.

Marcus growls low in his throat. “Jesus,” he whispers reverently under his breath. “You are well-trained, aren’t you?”

“Please,” you murmur, begging for everything and nothing, not even sure what you’re asking for.

“Get up,” Marcus orders–or maybe he’s begging–sounding wrecked, “I want to see you ride me.”

You scramble up and onto Marcus’s lap, lining yourself up and sinking down on his cock easily with how much he’d gotten you worked up beforehand. Even so, the sensation of being filled by him for the first time is devastating each and every time. Your eyes threaten to flutter closed, but you force them open, keeping your eyes on Marcus the way he likes.

Marcus starts out letting you bounce on his cock at a languid pace, grinding your hips against him and whining as hits something inside you that’s so deep that it’s a little bit painful–but you want more, you want his nails digging into your shoulder as he pulls you down on him, you want his teeth scraping your neck, his palm smacking against your ass where the skin still tingles from the little leather crop.

His hands are everywhere, teasing your nipples, grasping the back of your neck, squeezing your thighs and ass as you ride him. Each shift of your hips is sending you higher, and your movements become more and more frantic as you chase your pleasure, grinding yourself on Marcus's lap.

Eventually, Marcus’s hands come to your hips and start helping you, pulling you down onto his cock over and over as he thrusts up to meet you each time. The tip of him is getting so deep that it borders on too much and you whine, louder and louder as Marcus makes you take all of him. His gaze is feverish, watching your tits bounce and your thighs shake and the way your lip trembles when he hits something especially devastating.

“Come,” he commands, and, as always, you obey.

Marcus fucks you through it, his grip bruising, slamming you down on his cock in an impressive display of strength until he finishes with a loud moan.

“Mine,” he growls, thrusting so deep it hurts. “Mine.”

The instant his cock stops twitching, it’s as if a switch toggles in Marcus’s brain. The change from rough and dominating to soft and indulgent happens instantly. He lets himself slip from you as he turns over and deposits your spent form on top of the blankets, kissing your forehead before getting up to find something to clean you with.

After he wipes the spend trickling down your thighs, he guides you onto your side and gently rubs some cool aloe lotion onto your cheeks and the backs of your thighs. They only barely sting from the gentle, teasing swats he was giving you with the crop, but you let him tend to you, melting into the bed with a happy sigh, just laying there and enjoying the feel of Marcus’s hands on you.

His task complete, he lays down beside you and pulls you against him, resting your head in the space between his chest and shoulder and tangling your legs together.

"Are you feeling okay?" Marcus asks quietly.

You laugh. "I'm fine. I told you, I'm not gonna break."

"I just worry a little bit more, now," he confesses with a fond smile. "Unfounded or not."

You smile and look down. “We didn’t even get to tell them our news,” you whisper.

Marcus’s hand instinctively covers your lower belly, smiling softly to himself as his fingers stroke back and forth. His eyes track the movement of his hand for a few moments before they slide up to meet yours, and he gives you a wry smile.

“We’ll send a postcard.”

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A/N: AAAHHHH! SURPRISE!!!!!!! :) :) :)

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