#and he knows what hes doing will drive him further down the dark path but has the mindset of ''back out now and itll all be worthless''

[insanostyle1231]

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[hauntedhowlett-writes]

ANIMAL INSTINCT

PAIRING: logan howlett x vampire mutant!female reader

RATING: explicit | WORD COUNT: 2.3k

SUMMARY:

after helping you out by letting you feed from him, logan asks you to return the favor.

part two of bloodthirsty

AUTHOR’S NOTE:

thank you for all the love on bloodthirsty! here’s a nice and smutty second part. big thank you to @guiltyasdave for reading this over for me 💕

TAGS/WARNINGS:

explicit sexual content (18+ mdni), x-men (2000) logan howlett, able bodied reader, vampire mutant!reader, no use of y/n, single POV - reader, primal play (chase/capture), gratuitous use of growling/roaring, light fighting, mentions of blood, biting, rough sex, semi-public sex (in the woods), oral - f receiving, unprotected p in v, multiple orgasms, creampie, dirty talk, blade play (the claws come out).

Logan finds you in an empty hallway one afternoon, about two weeks after your encounter in the kitchen. You made the mistake of making eye contact, leaving you unable to turn and pretend you didn't see him like you've been doing since that night. 

"You avoiding me or something?" he says, hint of a smile on his lips. 

"No," you reply quickly. "What makes you think that?"

"Haven't seen you around much lately."

"Just busy."

"Right." He looks away for a moment, hands on his hips. "Look, I got a proposition for you."

"I don't--"

"I got this issue--," he continues, ignoring your response "--where it gets to be too much, you know? And I helped you out so--"

"What are you talking about?" you interrupt.

His voice drops a bit lower. "We're predators, right? And I don't know about you but sometimes my prey drive can be...too much, if you catch my drift."

"Okay..."

"And I got two words for you - quid pro quo."

You blink at him. "Logan, that's three words."

"I thought pro quo was one word."

"Why would you think that?"

"We're getting off topic," he says, waving his hands. “Think you can help a guy out?"

"Help you...how, exactly?"

You agree to meet Logan at the edge of the dense forest that surrounds the X Mansion at nightfall and as you walk through the grounds blanketed in darkness, your senses begin to feel more alive. Anticipation courses through you and the further you venture from the mansion, the darker the night becomes.

Logan is already there when you arrive, tension rolling off of him in waves. He gives you a tight smile.

"Took you long enough," he says. You roll your eyes.

"I'm still here, aren't I?" You gesture to the forest. "So, what now?"

"You run," Logan replies. "I hunt."

The deep timbre of his voice sends a shiver down your spine. What he's asking for goes against your nature but some deep part of you is eager to please. 

You take off through the trees, running as fast as your legs will carry you across the soft forest floor. With your enhanced speed, it's not long before you're miles from the manicured mansion grounds, surrounded by gnarled roots and a thick canopy of leaves that blocks nearly all light from the moon.

You slow to a stop, catching your breath. The snap of a branch is the only warning you get before Logan's heavy weight barrels into you, sending you both tumbling to the ground with him coming out on top, smiling down at you, a wild glint to his eyes.

"Gotta do better than that, bub," he says. He stands up, holding a hand out to help you to your feet. "I'll give you a head start this time."

"I don't need a head start," you grumble. "I'm faster than you."

He laughs. "We'll see about that."

You start running, his laughter ringing in your ears. Your path is less direct this time, weaving through the trees and doubling back to leave your scent in more places and crossing a small creek with the hopes that the running water helps to cover your tracks. You grow comfortable enough in your lead that you begin to slow down, keeping yourself attuned to the sounds of the forest and any changes that might indicate Logan has found you.

The trees break into a vast clearing, tall grass swaying in the breeze. Moonlight trickles past the branches, stripes of faint light illuminating the floor. You take a moment to appreciate the tranquility of it, but the calm is short lived when you catch movement at the corner of your eye.

Logan steps through the trees. He's removed his shirt, thick muscle glimmering with sweat, his chest heaving with labored breath. Your mouth goes dry at the sight and for a moment you really do understand what it's like to be prey, faced with something so deadly it's almost hypnotizing, impossible to look away even when you’re in danger. He stalks closer and you feel frozen in place, unable to move a muscle.

"Found you," he growls. 

Your survival instinct kicks into gear and you attempt to run away, sprinting across the glade with renewed vigor. If you can make it back into the forest you know you could shake him loose again, but staying in the clearing makes you a clear target. 

Logan roars, the sound loud enough to shake the branches of nearby trees. You risk a glance over your shoulder and are met with the sight of the man on all fours, running towards you with single minded determination. He rapidly closes the distance with impressive speed, wrapping his arms around you and taking you down to the ground for the second time that night.

You grapple with him, landing a kick to his chest that gives you the chance to crawl out from beneath him. He reaches a hand out for your ankle and drags you back toward him, using his weight to hold you in place. You wiggle an arm free and strike at his face, though he dodges and your fingernails scrape against his neck, leaving red gashes in their wake that heal in the blink of an eye. He pins your arm to the ground above your head.

"No more runnin’,” he says, a command that shoots straight to your core. You know he’s not talking about just tonight, but rather how you’ve been avoiding him. 

But how were you supposed to face him when the only thoughts you had of him since then were about how sweet he tasted, how good he felt, how much you wanted more, more, more that you couldn’t possibly ask him to give?

Your inner turmoil is lost when his lips slam against yours in a kiss that’s hot and hungry, stealing your breath with its ferociousness. His teeth sink into your bottom lip and you gasp at the sharp sting of pain that lights up your nerves. There’s nothing gentle about it, but you’re not gentle creatures and the beasts that pace and snarl beneath your ribcage have finally broken free.

Logan breaks the kiss to stare down at you with wild eyes. Blood, your blood, stains his lips and his tongue darts out to lick it away with a satisfied hum. He leans in close, burying his face in your neck, inhaling deeply, mouth open against your skin with the threat of sharp teeth over your racing pulse.

“Can’t hide it,” he says. “Not when I can smell it on you, sweetheart.”

“Smell what?” 

“How much you want it.” He nips at the juncture between your neck and shoulder, making you hiss. “How much you want me.”

Heavy hands find the hem of your shirt, shoving it up your chest until it’s bunched beneath your armpits. He pulls down your bra to expose your breasts and your nipples tighten at the sudden burst of cold air against your skin but his mouth is on you in an instant, warm tongue tracing the taut buds. Your back arches at the sensation and you dig your fingers into his thick hair, pulling at the strands. He hums with pleasure as he switches to your other breast, giving it the same maddening attention.

His palm slides down your belly, fingers dipping beneath the elastic of your leggings and finding your needy center, swirling through the mess you’ve already made in your underwear. You can feel the smug grin on Logan’s face before he even lifts his head to look at you.

“That’s what I thought.” He withdraws his hand, holding it up to his face. In the moonlight you catch a glimpse of the strands of slick stretching between his index and middle finger before he sticks them in his mouth with a groan, licking them clean. “Fuck, you taste better than I imagined.”

The metallic sound of his claws unsheathing reaches your ears and your pulse jumps as he drags the blunt side of a single blade up the inside of your thigh. The tip catches on the fabric covering your pussy and with one quick move of his wrist he slices through your pants. His claw disappears and he reaches down with both hands to tear the fabric further.

Logan settles on his belly with his head between your thighs, your legs propped up on his broad shoulders. He kisses your pussy over the soaked fabric of your underwear but

spares you any further teasing, grabbing your panties in a tight fist and pulling roughly until the elastic snaps against your skin and he holds the torn fabric in his fist. He tosses them aside and buries his face in your cunt, devouring you like a man on a mission. His tongue alternates circling your sensitive clit and dipping into your dripping entrance, expertly tracing every inch of you. You’re so lost to the pleasure that you don’t notice him getting to his knees until he’s lifting your hips, hands gripping your ass tightly to keep your lower body suspended in the air and his mouth sealed to your cunt.

“Fuck!” you cry out, muscles growing tense as your orgasm builds. It hits you like a tidal wave, coursing through your veins as you shout his name like a prayer. His hold remains tight as he works you through it until you grow boneless in the aftermath.

He lowers you slowly back to the ground and you fight to catch your breath while he quickly removes his belt and shoves his jeans down enough to free his cock. You watch him take himself in hand, a brief slide of his fist over his impressive length before he runs the glistening head through your sensitive folds, bumping your clit and making you shiver.

Logan’s gaze remains fixed to yours as he presses forward, breaching your tight entrance. Your body accepts him greedily, the slight sting and stretch barely a thought when all you can focus on is how full he makes you feel.

His lips find yours for a messy kiss while he begins to thrust, a slow drag of his cock from your body followed by a sharp snap of his hips that punches the air from your lungs. You cling to his shoulders, clawing at his skin. The scent of his blood invades your senses and your teeth begin to ache at the memory of his taste. 

Your teeth catch on his lip and he hisses but doesn’t pull away. Copper blooms across your taste buds and you can’t help the desperate moan that escapes into the kiss.

“Come on, baby,” Logan says. “Take a bite.”

You rest a palm on the back of his head, urging him closer, lifting your head and kissing his neck, licking the salty taste of him from over his fluttering pulse. You open your mouth, sinking your teeth into skin and muscle and vein until warm blood spills into your mouth. The combination of his blood on your tongue and his cock spreading you open sends you over the edge.

Above you, Logan growls, a deep rumble you can feel down to your marrow, some ancient part of you preening with excitement. He holds himself still as you clench around him. Your orgasm slowly subsides and you find the strength to unclench your tense jaw from his neck, gently licking at the blood that spills from the deep impressions of your teeth.

Logan sits up, cock slipping from your body and leaving you achingly empty. His hands grip your hips, forcefully turning your lax body over and hiking your ass into the air. He spreads your cheeks and the vulnerable position has your whole body growing hot.

“Hope you didn’t think we were done,” he tells you as he positions himself behind you, thrusting his length back into your body and setting a brutal pace that has you crying out into the night. 

One hand holds your hip with bruising force while the other settles on your shoulder, pulling you into every delicious snap of his hips. Your mind goes blissfully blank with the overwhelming pleasure building up inside of you for the third time.

He folds forward, his chest pressed to your back and his pace growing sloppy as he nears his own release. A hand curls around yours, a moment of intimacy that leaves you reeling.

Logan roars, hips slamming into a final time, dragging your last orgasm from you as his cock pulses with his release inside of you. A sharp pain on your hip makes you gasp and you notice his claws have extended from the hand wrapped around yours, sinking into the dirt.

“Shit,” he pants, sitting up after a moment. The loss of his heat makes you shiver. “I nicked you.”

You slowly move yourself into a seated position, muscles feeling like jelly, and inspect the area that the pain came from. Your leggings have a new slice in the fabric and the material is sticky with blood but to your surprise, there’s no wound to be found.

“You heal that quick?” Logan asks. You shake your head.

“Not usually.” You run your fingers over smooth skin. “Must have been your blood.”

“You think so?”

You shrug. “Just a guess. Never fed from someone with advanced healing factor.”

“You sayin’ I’m your first?” he asks with a smirk. You can’t help the laugh that escapes and his smirk stretches into a grin. Logan stands, fixing his pants and holding a hand out to help you up. 

“How am I supposed to get back into the mansion like this?” you ask, gesturing to your destroyed leggings. 

“Guess I didn’t think that through,” he admits. “Give me a few minutes and I can be back with some new clothes.”

“How are you going to get into my room?”

He turns to look at you, continuing to walk backwards.

“I’m a man of many talents.”

With a wink, he disappears through the trees. You sigh.

What have you gotten yourself into?

Thank you for reading!

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[rafeandonlyrafe]

sparkling juice

words: 1.9k

warnings: 18+ only!!!, p in v sex, unprotected sex, virgin!reader, dubcon, drugging/tricking reader into drinking, established relationship, innocent/shy!reader (at least at first wink wink), kinda dark!rafe but really he just wants to bang reader reaaaaal bad

“this is so sweet, rafey.” you coo, your hand held firmly in his.

“anything for you baby.” rafe pulls you along the path, further out into the meadow until you get to a shaded area under a tall tree.

“here is perfect.” rafe says, setting the picnic basket down and draping the large blanket he brought with him.

“thank you.” you tell rafe, pulling him in for a sweet kiss before sitting down.

“i brought all your favorites.” rafe says, taking a spot next to you and opening up the picnic basket.

you let out a little squeak in excitement and seeing all your favorite foods before your brows scrunch together as you point at a bottle. “what's that?”

“that's um… sparkling juice. that's all, baby.” of course, rafe knows that's not all it is, but you don't need to know that yet.

rafe pulls out some food for you to snack on, not hungry himself, happy to watch you nibble on crackers and bite into juicy strawberries.

“wanna try some juice with me baby?”

“mhm, of course rafey.” you watch his large hands as he fills two plastic cups, handing one to you. “drink slow.”

you nod in response before taking a sip, pulling away and sputtering. “ew!”

“oh, baby.” rafe pouts. “do you not like it? im so sorry i thought you would.”

“let me… let me try to drink it again. i think im just not used to the carbonation.” you take another sip, able to control your reaction better. “it's not bad!” rafe can tell you're lying, but he lets out a fake sigh of relief and smiles at you.

“so glad, baby. we can keep drinking while we talk, yeah? tell me about your day.”

rafe knows the easiest way to get you distracted is to have you talk, and so as you describe your day, which leads into your plans for next week, which leads into how much you love rafe, you keep taking sips as rafe refills just your cup.

“i… my head feels kinda fuzzy.” you frown, setting the drink down, realizing your fingers are also slightly numb.

“uh oh.” rafe pouts, drawing his thumb over your cheek. “maybe it's the heat. why don't you lay down?”

“yeah.” you nod, laying back onto the blanket, surprised how plush it is from the soft long grass underneath it. “im-” you let out a sudden giggle. “im like really in love with you, rafey.”

“im really in love with you too, kiddo.” rafe adjusts himself to lay next to you, propped up on his side to keep an eye on your reaction as the alcohol you didn't know you were drinking slowly takes effect. “that's why i planned out this whole picnic for you. and brought you special juice.”

“was there-” you hiccup, words slurring slightly. “anything special in the special juice?”

“hm.” rafe sits up, picking up the now half empty bottle. his eyes widen in fake shock as he reads the label. “oh no baby! i must have grabbed the wrong bottle! i meant to get us sparkling juice but i got us sparkling wine!”

“im… im drunk?” you put together what rafes words mean, mind working slowly.

“im so sorry.” rafe moves to hover over you, cupping your cheek. “will you forgive me?”

“course.” you nod quickly. “was an accident.”

“you're so sweet baby.” rafe brings his lips down on top of yours, kissing you wildly, mouths and tongues a passionate mess.

“should we go get some water to help… get rid of this feeling?” you ask rafe as he shifts to kissing your jaw.

“that's so smart, baby, but i can't drive us home drunk, and you don't have your license.” 

you knew how to drive well enough, but in your 20 years of life, never felt the need to actually get your license. your parents drove you around as a kid until you started dating rafe a year ago, and then he drove you around everywhere.

“oh, right.” you nod, letting out a small gasp as rafes kisses move lower, exploring your neck. this is where you usually stop him, pull his head back up to kiss your lips and remind him you want to wait. not necessarily until marriage, but a bit longer, until the time is right.

“we should do something to pass the time, baby. until the alcohol is out of our system.”

“doesn't eating help?” you try to remember what you heard your friends talk about, since you're not a drinker yourself. “we could share the rest of the crackers.”

“i was thinking… we could finally make love.” rafe suggests, pulling back to look in your eyes, watching the way your brain is fighting against the alcohol in your system.

“well, you did take me on this nice picnic…”

“mhm.”

“and we have been dating for over a year now.”

“yes.”

“so… i suppose we could.” you shove down any doubting voices in your head, letting the looseness of your inhibitions guide your actions as you lean forward to kiss rafe again.

“thank you baby.” rafe repeats his words between kisses, his weight shifting to his elbow as his other hand holds your waist, before moving up until it's cupping your breast.

“oh!” you gasp, surprised by how good it feels. rafe smiles, tugging at your dress until the material is below your bra, pushing your breasts up.

“what if someone sees?!” you hiss out. it's not likely someone would come by, but rafe doesn't want to ruin his chance to finally have you.

“okay.” he pulls your dress back up, settling for touching you over the material as he distracts you with soft kisses once again. “ill just push your dress up. that way if anyone comes by you can easily cover yourself up.”

“mhm.” you nod, eyes sliding shut, head fuzzy from the alcohol and now from the pleasure building in your system.

rafe reaches down to pull his cock out of his pants, leaving himself mostly covered as well. he begins to slowly stroke himself, already halfway hard just from the excitement.

“oh!” rafe hadn't even realize your eyes had opened up until your outburst.

“it's okay, baby.” rafe says. he's well aware this is your first time seeing his cock as he waits for you to form a reaction.

“i… i want to feel.” you reach down, cautious hand, still numb at the fingertips as you stroke over rafes length, eyes widening when you realize how hard it truly feels..

“can you… can you not look?” you ask shyly, hand still slowly moving as you speak. “at me.”

“baby, you know i find you beautiful. all of you… but if that's what you want, okay.” 

“just… look away for a minute.” you wait for rafes gaze to turn to the meadow, watching the flowers sway in the breeze as he hears you shuffling around on the blanket to take your underwear off.

“okay.” you say.

rafe looks back to you, smile growing as he realizes you're laid back down once again, dress pushed up to your thighs, just enough to hide your privates.

“ill be nice and slow, okay? and you tell me if anything hurts.” rafe moves over you, waiting for you to nod before reaching down with one hand to grab his cock. he keeps your skirt as far down as he can while tucking his dick between your thighs. he moves until he bumps skin, letting out a breath when he realizes you are wet.

he rubs his cock through your folds, watching the way your face twists in pleasure, brows pulling together and mouth dropping open.

you let out a moan when rafe hits what he assumes is your clit. he focuses the head of his cock on it for a moment before sinking lower to your entrance.

rafe manages to keep his word, pushing in slowly. he may have been buttering you up for an entire year just to get in your pants, but now he wants more than just once, you're well and truly his, and he plans on exploring with you until you're transformed from innocent girlfriend into personal slut.

“oh! oh, rafe!” your hands move to grip his shoulders. “that… that feels really good!”

“doesn't hurt at all?” rafe can tell he's stretching you somewhat, but clearly by your rapid shaking of your head no, you're not feeling any pain.

“gonna f-make love to you now then.” he swings his hips back before pushing forward, and soon your moans are filling the meadow, being carried away by the wind as he thrusts into you.

“so, so good, rafey.” you cry out, back arching off the picnic blanket. rafe smiles. your first time, and you're already behaving like this. he's going to turn you into a whore sooner than he thought.

“fu-fudge!” you shout out, making rafe chuckle softly as you use your curse word substitute just like you prefer doing.

“you feel so good round me, baby.” rafe says, bending down to kiss your neck. “love the way you're squeezing me.”

“harder.” you whine out. rafes eyebrows raise, but he doesn't question your demand, pushing his hips faster, slamming into you more. your dress pushed up from all the motion to reveal rafes cock burying itself inside your pussy.

he lets out a moan as you grip onto the blanket, not caring about him being able to see you as you feel a high building inside of you.

“i think im close.” you say.

“cum for me baby. ill cum with you.” rafe says, bringing a hand down to your clit, your moans doubling as he rubs over it with his thumb.

your high hits you suddenly. it takes a perfect thrust from rafe a long with his thumb flicking over your clit and your wall breaks with a scream, hips rising off the checkered fabric as you cum, pussy clenching around rafe as he spills inside of you with a moan of his own.

you both collapse in a heap, faces flushed and chests rising and falling rapidly.

rafe pulls out of you carefully before flopping onto his back.

“that was really good, rafey.” you cuddle into his side, resting your head on his chest.

“thank you for trusting me enough to do that with me, baby.” he presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“of course.” your eyes are on rafes cock, still halfway hard despite just cumming. you reach down, ghosting your fingers along his length before swirling your fingertip over the head then against his slit as rafes hips twitch from the overstimulation.

“do you think we can do that again? and then maybe when we get home? after you're good to drive, of course.” you look up at rafe with what he thought were big, innocent eyes, but he's quickly realizing you've got a different side just below the surface.

-- six months later --

“ugh, rafe!” you groan as he presses buttons on the controller, eyes firmly on the screen. 

“promise baby, will be done in five minutes.” he says, barely glancing to you.

you're tired of being ignored as you pull off the only clothing you are wearing, a big t-shirt of rafes to cover yourself. rafe glances over, realizing you're now completely nude as his fingers freeze.

“i want to fuck. if you're not gonna help me, im gonna go help myself.” you shrug.

rafe tosses the controller onto the floor, a proud smile on his face. you've become just who he's always wanted you to be. “of course im gonna help you baby, come get on this dick.”

[woozinhos]

2 words.

criminal. wonwoo.

pls tysmmmmm!!

I had such a good idea for this I may of went on too much but I hope you guys enjoy this and let me know if you want a part two

As Wonwoo pinned you against the wall of the abandoned warehouse, his eyes roamed over your body hungrily.

He had come here to kill you, but now he couldn't take his hands off you. There was something about the way you looked, trapped between him and the cold, hard wall, that was driving him wild. He leaned in, his lips hovering just millimeters from yours.

"You shouldn't be so damn tempting," he growled, his voice low and rough.

He ran his hands over your body, his touch both rough and gentle at the same time. He traced the curve of your waist, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulled you closer.

"I should be focused on killing you," he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. "But all I can think about is how much I want to touch you, to taste you."

"I should just kill you right now," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

He pressed his body against yours, trapping you completely against the wall.

"But I can't seem to bring myself to do it," he admitted, his eyes dark with desire. "You're too damn beautiful, too addicting."

"You're the one who brought me here, Wonwoo," you said, your voice a little shaky but filled with defiance.

"You're the one who's supposed to be killing me. So why are you hesitating?"

Wonwoo's eyes flashed with something dark and dangerous as he heard your words. He leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above your neck.

"Because I'm not strong enough to resist you," he growled, his breath hot against your skin. "I can't bring myself to end your life when all I want to do is claim you as mine."

"Then claim me," you said, your voice filled with a mix of fear and excitement.

You tilted your head back, exposing your neck to him, a silent invitation.

Wonwoo's eyes darkened even further at your words, his grip on your hips tightening as he pulled you even closer. He pressed his lips to your neck, his teeth scraping against your skin as he left a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jawline.

"Careful what you wish for, princess," he murmured against your skin. "Once I start, I won't be able to stop."

He moved his lips lower, his hands sliding down to grip your thighs as he lifted you up against the wall. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your body molding perfectly against his. He pressed his hips against yours, a low growl escaping his throat as he felt your heat through the fabric of your clothes.

"You're driving me insane," he whispered, his lips moving to your collarbone.

"You're all talk, aren't you, Wonwoo?" you taunted, your voice breathless.

You knew you were playing with fire, but the way he was responding to you was too tempting to resist. Wonwoo's eyes flashed with irritation, his grip on your thighs tightening almost painfully.

"You have no idea what I'm capable of," he growled, his lips moving up to your ear. "But if you want to test me, princess, I'll gladly show you."

Wonwoo captured your earlobe between his teeth, nibbling gently before whispering in your ear.

"You think you can handle me?" he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. "You think you can take everything I have to give you?"

You shuddered at his words, a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through your veins.

"I can handle anything you throw at me," you challenged, your voice trembling slightly.

Wonwoo chuckled darkly, his lips moving down to your neck again.

"We'll see about that," he said, his tongue tracing a hot path along your skin. "By the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging me for mercy."

He sucked a bruise onto your neck, his teeth scraping against your skin as he marked you as his. He continued to press against you, his hips grinding against yours in a slow, torturous rhythm.

"You're mine," he growled, his lips moving to your jawline. "Every inch of you, every part of you. And I'm going to make sure you never forget it."

Wonwoo pushed you harder against the wall, his hands roaming up your legs as he pushed your skirt up.

He ran his fingers over your thighs, his touch leaving trails of fire in their wake. He could feel the heat radiating from your core, and it was driving him wild. He let out a low, feral growl as he realized you weren't wearing any underwear.

"You little minx," he said, his voice filled with a mix of surprise and desire. "You were expecting this, weren't you?"

"Maybe I was," you replied, your voice trembling with excitement. "Or maybe I just like the way you touch me."

Wonwoo smirked, his eyes dark with lust.

"You like being exposed like this, don't you?" he said, his fingers tracing along the edge of your skirt. "You like the feeling of my hands on your bare skin."

He pushed your skirt up even further, his fingers now tracing along the curve of your hips.

"You're so wet for me," he murmured, his eyes fixed on the glistening skin between your legs. "You're practically dripping, princess."

Wonwoo spun you around, pinning you against the wall with his body as he lifted your skirt even higher. He wasted no time, his mouth immediately finding its way to your center. He lapped at your wetness, his tongue tracing along your folds and circling your clit.

He wrapped his arms around your thighs, holding you in place as he continued to devour you. His tongue worked magic, drawing moans and gasps from your lips as he licked and sucked on your sensitive flesh.

He pressed his face even deeper into you, his nose brushing against your skin as he ate you out from behind. He alternated between licking and sucking on your clit, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

"You taste so good," he murmured against your skin, his words sending vibrations through your core.

He slipped a finger inside you, his tongue still working on your clit.

He curled his finger upwards, seeking out that sweet spot inside you that would drive you wild. He found it almost immediately, rubbing against it with a firm, steady pressure that had you seeing stars.

He added a second finger, stretching you out as he continued to eat you out with fervor. You moaned loudly, your body arching against the wall as he worked you closer and closer to the edge.

"Wonwoo...oh god...yes..." you cried out, his name falling from your lips like a prayer.

He hummed against you, the vibrations sending even more shivers through your body.

He quickened his pace, his fingers moving in and out of you with increasing speed as he continued to lick and suck on your clit. You could feel the heat building inside you, your body tightening as you neared your release.

"I'm so close...please don't stop..." you begged, your hands scrambling for purchase against the wall.

Wonwoo pulled back for a moment, his eyes dark with lust as he looked up at you.

"Cum for me, princess," he growled, his fingers never slowing down. "I want to feel you fall apart around my tongue."

He dove back in, his tongue working in tandem with his fingers as he pushed you over the edge.

You cried out his name, your body shaking as you came hard against his mouth. Wonwoo continued to lick and suck on you, drawing out every last ounce of pleasure from your orgasm. He finally pulled away, standing up and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"That's my good girl," he murmured, his eyes raking over your trembling body.

He spun you back around, pressing your back against the wall as he pinned your wrists above your head.

"But we're not done yet," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "I'm not finished with you yet, princess."

He leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke.

"I'm going to take you, hard and fast, against this wall," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "And you're going to take every inch of me like a good little slut."

He lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he pressed you harder against the wall. He positioned himself at your entrance, the tip of his cock teasing your slick folds.

"Are you ready for me, princess?" he asked, his voice dripping with desire.

You nodded, your breath coming out in short, ragged gasps.

"Please, Wonwoo," you begged, desperate to feel him inside you. "I need you."

With a growl, Wonwoo thrust into you in one smooth motion, burying himself to the hilt. He stilled for a moment, letting you adjust to the feeling of being filled so completely.

"God, you're so tight," he groaned, his grip on your wrists tightening.

He pulled out almost completely, before slamming back into you again, hard. He set a relentless pace, his hips snapping against yours as he pounded into you with abandon.

"You feel so good around me," he grunted, his eyes locked on your face as he watched you come undone.

You clung to him, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he drove into you over and over again. His thrusts were rough and possessive, his need for you evident in every movement.

"You're mine," he growled, his voice low and guttural. "You belong to me, princess."

He captured your lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue invading your mouth as he continued to claim you. He shifted slightly, angling his hips so that he hit that sweet spot inside you with every thrust.

"Say it," he demanded, his voice muffled against your lips. "Say you're mine."

He broke the kiss, his lips moving to your neck as he nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin there.

"Say it," he repeated, his teeth grazing against your pulse point. "I won't continue until you do."

He paused, his lips hovering just above your skin as he waited for you to speak.

"I'm yours," you finally gasped out, the words tumbling from your lips in a desperate plea. "I'm all yours, Wonwoo."

A feral grin spread across Wonwoo's face as he heard your words.

"That's my good girl," he purred, his grip on your wrists tightening once more.

He resumed his brutal pace, his hips slamming against yours with even more force than before.

"You belong to me, and no one else," he growled, his voice possessive and dominant. "And I'm going to make sure you never forget it."

He moved his free hand down between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing tight circles against it.

"I'm going to make you cum again," he promised, his voice rough with desire. "And I want you to scream my name when you do."

His movements were relentless, his cock pounding into you with an unyielding rhythm while his thumb worked your clit in a way that had you seeing stars.

"Cum for me, princess," he demanded, his voice low and commanding. "I want to feel you clench around me again."

Your body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure as he drove you closer and closer to the edge once more.

"I'm so close," you whimpered, your legs tightening around his waist as you felt yourself nearing your release.

Wonwoo's pace grew even faster, his own breathing growing ragged as he felt himself approaching his limit.

"Cum for me now," he growled, his voice strained with effort. "Let go, princess. I want to feel you come undone."

You cried out his name as you came, your body shuddering and spasming around him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you.

Wonwoo followed close behind, burying himself deep inside you as he reached his own climax with a guttural moan. He held you tightly against the wall, his chest heaving as he fought to catch his breath.

"Fuck," he panted, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "That was...intense."

He stayed inside you for a few moments longer, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm.

Finally, he pulled out and set you gently on the ground, his arms wrapping around you to keep you steady. Wonwoo's head snapped up, his eyes narrowing as he heard the noise.

"What was that?" he asked, his grip on you tightening protectively.

He quickly picked up your discarded clothes and helped you get dressed, his eyes scanning the room for any signs of danger.

"Stay behind me," he ordered, moving in front of you as he approached the source of the noise.

Wonwoo noticed you reaching for your gun, and he let out a low growl of warning.

"Don't you dare," he hissed, his eyes fixed on the door to the warehouse. "If there's danger, I want you to stay back."

You smirk pointing your gun down to his foot. You pull the trigger shooting his foot quickly. Wonwoo let out a sharp cry of pain as the bullet hit his foot, causing him to stumble backwards.

"Damn it, princess," he cursed, clutching his injured foot as he shot you a glare. "What the hell was that for?"

You laugh looking at him “You’ll never be able to kill me wonwoo, never!”

Wonwoo winced as he hobbled over to a nearby crate, leaning against it for support.

"You're going to pay for that later," he grumbled, though there was a hint of amusement in his eyes.

He watched as you laughed, a mixture of irritation and affection in his gaze.

“Goodbye wonwoo till the next time you get sent to kill me,”. Wonwoo rolled his eyes, though he couldn't help but smile at your antics.

"Bye, you crazy woman," he said, waving you off with a mock salute. "Go on, get out of here before I strangle you myself."

You chuckled and blew him a kiss before dashing out of the warehouse, leaving him behind to nurse his wounded foot. He shook his head in exasperation, but a small smile played at the corners of his lips as he watched you go. Alone in the warehouse, Wonwoo let out a deep sigh and sank down onto the crate, gingerly examining his injured foot.

"She's going to be the death of me," he muttered, a mixture of annoyance and fondness in his voice.

The sound of footsteps echoed through the warehouse, and soon a group of Wonwoo's fellow gang members entered the room.

They froze when they saw their leader sitting there, nursing a wounded foot and looking thoroughly annoyed.

[vervainandspritz]

THE EDGE OF DARKNESS

Thomas Shelby x Stepdaughter!Reader

Warnings: taboo, DARK!, smut

A/N: The song mentioned in the fic is "Till Death Do Us Part" By Peter Gundry. This fic is for Halloween, and there will be a few more dark ones. Enjoy.

Inspired by @majortom1947 request

His focus drifted away once again, almost driving him mad. Tommy slowly let go of the pen he held in his tense hand, dropping it on the stack of documents that sat firmly on the dark desk. The room was filled with nothing but quiet sounds of glass meeting wood every few minutes, as the stocky bottle of whiskey emptied in an impressive time. His usually calm and steady breath hitched in his throat followed by an exhale, making him sound almost like a martyr.

Wide, intimidating silhouette of a strong man behind the desk wouldn't give it away, but his head felt heavy, yet was spinning with the troubles burdened upon his shoulders. His wife's harsh words rang loudly in his ears causing nothing but annoyance and burning frustration under his skin. As the time passed between his fingers, loose as sand, the reason for their marriage faded so successively, he could barely remember it. She couldn't be further away from his idea for a perfect or even remotely good wife, but he did what he had to. Like always. Her Romani upbringing and a tight bond with the Gold family left him with little to no choice after Arthur refused to take this responsibility upon himself.

When it came to heavy weights, it was always left for Tommy to handle. Fucking always.

Letting out a deep breath, Thomas leaned back in his comfortable seat, popping a few buttons of his shirt open, as he carelessly tossed his red tie aside. In the comfort of his office, Tommy let his mind wander towards the thoughts so unwanted and forbidden, they rarely were present outside of his space. Knowing his own weakness, Thomas ground his teeth for a short moment at the realisation of how his control started slipping away. The farther down the rabbit hole his brain went, the stronger the burning bothered him.

After years of letting his manly urges slowly starve to death, dealing with the humiliation and frustration that came with being married to a woman so insufferable, she managed to kill his sex drive, THE thought didn't come unnoticed.

At first, it came and went. The next time it happened, Thomas’ eyes wandered to HER pale legs for a little too long before blinking the infatuation away. After that point… he lost count. He was only a man, after all.

Squeezing the bridge of his nose, Tommy breathed in deeply, silently cursing out the headaches he's been dealing with lately. Tommy imagined the smoke from his cigarette filling his body with hope of cleansing him from all thoughts of Y/N.

The hope died pretty quickly, as it tended to happen for people like him: people stained with burdening responsibilities and the weight of the world on their back.

As her image simmered behind his closed eyelids, his brows furrowed in worry.

What a beautiful distraction she was. A forbidden fruit, an evil snake from the depths of Eden, poking on his self-control and morals, whispering unacceptable yet impossibly beautiful ideas straight into his ear, driving the poor man mad. Leaving him burning hot and yearning for her touch. She tempted him with her beauty everyday for the last year. Her beautiful, innocent eyes, which looked nothing like her mother's. Her eyes weren’t tainted by greed and the dark shadow of death, which surely came from years of living in Birmingham. Lurking for people at every turn.

Y/N was different. She was raised away from dingy cities, in fields and forests, travelling from town to town with her father and rest of the family. Y/N lived far away from her sad excuse of a mother, yet still ended up having to suffer her presence once Patrick Y/L/N lost his battle to cancer. Not even the strongest of Romani spells could stand a chance against a body leaning so hard towards the path of self-destruction.

That's how she ended up here, at Arrow House with a disgraceful mother and stepfather who was barely present and silently pining after her.

The sweet girl grew to trust him, after several months of avoiding him.

Thomas didn't mind it at the beginning. He had no interest in fathering an adult whom he was closer with in age than with his own wife.

Y/N soon learned after moving to Arrow House that her mother had little to no interest in getting to know her, at any level that matters. The important thing was to present herself well in front of people, the audience, as she liked to call them. The audience watched every move of the Shelby family quite carefully. If Marilyn Shelby was anything more than shallow, it was definitely demanding. For peace, Thomas had no issues in letting her spend his money left and right, as long as it kept her mouth shut. With practically nobody left to trust, Y/N started appreciating Tommy's presence, even if it was entirely silent.

That's how the first two months passed. They lived their lives around each other without more than a few words when necessary, yet his presence became associated with peace and safety in her inexperienced mind. His stillness and calm, husky voice was a source of much needed comfort.

With each passing day, her trust grew as she let the guard down, Y/N’s body language clearly changed, not going unnoticed to Tommy’s bright knowing eyes

Suddenly, a loud knock on the door echoed throughout the spacious room, violently ripping Thomas’ hazy mind out of the infatuating thoughts.

“Tommy?” He heard from the door, and his head turned to face her. There she stood, barefoot, wrapped in a robe at least two sizes too big for her thin frame. Her long hair flowed down her back. Y/N’s intense gaze left him burning again, as Thomas cleared his throat.

“Come in, angel” He let out, his eyes grazing over her skin. He was braver than usual, the alcohol in his bloodstream made it more difficult to keep his painful desire hidden.

Without a thought, Y/N closed the door behind her back, making her way through the office, slumping on the chair in front of his desk. Her eyes were absent, not meeting his gaze even once as she silently looked around his desk. “What's burdening your mind?” His voice cut the air like a knife, making her finally look at him.

Y/N’s big eyes seemed teary, making his heart stop for a second as he sat up straighter in the armchair. When his brows furrowed impatiently, the dam broke and quiet sobs pushed past her lips.

Watching her slowly break apart, Thomas ran a hand through his hair before getting up and rounding the desk, eventually taking his place on the edge of it. Leaning down, his rough hand came to rest on her shoulder. He wanted nothing but to feel her close and now was a perfect occasion.

Upon feeling his touch, Y/N suddenly rose from her seat, stepped forward, and wrapped her arms around his core, seeking comfort. This Tommy did not expect.

His breath hitched and his brain was barely able to process the heat of her body pressed to his own. He trembled slightly and hoped she wouldn’t notice. A couple moments later he embraced her carefully, like she was made of porcelain, able to be shattered into a million pieces if held too tightly.

“She… She said it's over. That I've lived here long enough to figure out my life without depending on her—your money.” Her voice was quiet, fragile even. The genuine fear and urgency she held him with, made Tommy's heart beat faster. His other hand came to rest on the back of her head, petting it slowly as she continued at her own pace. “I’m… I'm not ready but—but I know she's right, I shouldn't… be here that long.” Y/N kept mumbling as her forehead pressed into his shirt covered collarbone. His hands’ movement came to a stop at her words. Tommy slowly peeled her away as his fingers grasped her chin. His gaze fell to her soft pink lips and he immediately regretted it as his mouth went dry for a second. Regaining his composure, he spoke.

“Angel, your home is here. You're not going anywhere anytime soon, and your mother is… not in charge. Not under my roof, eh?” His voice was deep, a little too deep for his liking even, as Tommy tried to light up the mood slightly. Not wanting her to see the way his pupils dilated seeing her so close. The way his breathing got deeper, chest raising and falling visibly. Her lips just a small reach away, tempting him like never before. The stirring in his lower stomach made it difficult to think, but Tommy knew one thing for sure, and it was that he wouldn't let her leave. Not his Angel.

~~

The next couple days Thomas tried to spend more time at home than in his office, knowing how Y/N needed him to be around. The more time they spent around each other, the less guilt he felt.

He liked it. He liked looking with desire, and not feeling burdened with guilt. Looking in her eyes during the late nights spent in his office, slumped in the chair which she called hers already.

And he? He didn't mind, not one bit. Deep down, he thought about it more than he should have. Even if she felt like calling HIM her own, Tommy wouldn't mind.

Driving back home, the gravelly road scritched under the heavy weight of his car, small turbulence in the cabin making no difference, as he barely paid attention to the road.

Only when the high, black fence started showing from around the corner, he forced himself to focus. Taking the right turn, smoothly getting on his property. The shaking of the car fading into oblivion as the gravel road turned into expensive tiles by the mansion.

He thought he had more time to solve the issue, Thomas thought, as a suitcase fell out of the window, missing his Bentley by less than ten inches.

Eyeing the mess, he mentally prepared himself for what to expect after crossing the entrance. Grabbing his suitcase, he swiftly got out of the car, quickly making his way to the door before getting inside. The screaming and Marilyn's high pitched, dramatic voice could be heard even before he opened the door.

Without a second thought, he climbed the stairs as the two women came into the view. Marilyn held tightly onto her daughter's hair, pulling down clearly, judging from Y/N’s pained expression as she sobbed.

“Enough!” Thomas boomed, quickly grabbing onto his wife's wrist, his rough, calloused hand squeezing so tightly it surely would leave bruises. The older woman gasped, pulling her hand back as she took a step back. Her eyes narrowed as soon as her eyes fell on his face, gazing with contempt and anger.

“This little whore stole my pearls! I found them in her room!” She growled, clutching the jewellery close to her chest as she tried to lunge forward again, stopped by Tommy's broad chest. “If I see her in this house by tomorrow, I'm going to put her down like a bloody dog, Thomas! Tomorrow!” She kept yelling, but he could still hear the quiet sobbing from the woman behind him. Y/n cried, holding onto her scalp that burned hellishly. Bruises on her face already getting darker while heavy tears decorated her beautiful face one after the other with no end.

Tommy's blood boiled, veins on his neck protruding from the heated anger he felt deep inside. His self-control ran thin as his hands shook with the urge.

“Y/N, go to your room.” He instructed, in a demanding voice. One of his hands sneaked back to give her small fingers a knowing squeeze. Feeling it, she nodded, wiping her tears away as she slowly let go of the material from the back of his coat.

Marilyn's cold, green eyes followed after her daughter, contempt and hatred visible. She hated how much attention she stole from Tommy ever since appearing in Arrow house. She hated how much money he kept spending on her.

Marilyn felt robbed, like it all belonged to her.

Jealousy rushed through her veins, even though her heart was stone cold. No feelings for Thomas Shelby were held, but she claimed rights to him nevertheless. After all, It was impossible to love people like him anyway, right? Marilyn thought.

Her hand met his cheek with a loud slap, as she took a step forward. Looking him in the eyes she felt the upper hand.

“You think I'm fucking stupid? Don't you think I see the way you look at this little whore?” She hissed with poison, her red smeared lipstick making her look even less approachable than usually. “If I see her here in the morning, all Birmingham will know about your perverted urges.” She finished with a whisper, her shaky hand petting his cheek mockingly, not caring about the way he… watched her. Blue colour long gone, replaced by the deep shade of the night sky.

Only then her heart skipped a beat as she realised she took a step too far. Shallow breath pushing past her lips. Eyes widened with confusion, pierced with fear as blood ran cold.

But it was too late.

“Goodnight, Marilyn”

~~

Y/N lay in her bed, clock ticking in the background, reminding her of how late it was. Darkness swallowing every inch of the room besides a small stream of light coming through the window from the street lamp. Heart thumping in her chest the only sound she could hear… before the music started playing. The melody grew louder, the familiar rhythm echoing upstairs coming from the gramophone standing in the corner of the corridor. A song she knew all too well after spending many quiet nights in Thomas' office. Note by note the tension increased with the tempo of the piano playing, coming to a peak as the door creaked open, barely noticeable in the dark.

Her eyes, used to the darkness already, noticed the flash of blue irises and the silhouette she knew too well. Breath hitched in her throat with each step he took.

Second by second, note by note. When the song abruptly came to a halt, his hands touched her face. His face hovered over her own, lips so close she could see every detail.

“Tommy” She breathed out softly, but before Y/N could continue, the song resounded again, almost like urging him to move faster. The tension broke, tearing a painfully deep sigh from his throat as his chapped lips pressed against her own. Y/N’s eyes squeezed shut, taken aback by the boldness of his actions. Her lack of experience creeping up her spine, causing anxiety but Thomas didn't give her enough space to dwell on the details. Crushing all of them with his touch, touching each and every inch of her soft skin with his calloused hands, causing some discomfort which he immediately softened with kisses. Music in the background seemed to set the pace, and as the thempo increased, his touch grew impatient.

“We—We can't” She managed to whisper, even though her throat was dry with a need she didn't understand.

“It's just us, angel. Me and you” He growled, his eyes holding the wilderness he was unable to hold back after all this time. His body tense and firm like a statue, as he kept moulding her flesh to his liking… and she let him, because Y/N didn't know any better. She didn't want to know any better.

Some sudden sounds kept piercing the music, catching Y/N’s attention for a millisecond before he'd make her forget again, touching and pulling needily. Soon enough her body was bare for him to take. Greedy eyes taking in every detail he could see in the dark, swallowing every sound from her mouth, stroking her womanhood skillfully, wanting nothing but to worship every soft, welcoming inch of her perfect heat.

“Just me and you” He echoed, grabbing both of her wrists and pinning them softly above her head, taking control of her along with the situation.

Music seemed to be never ending, as he slipped into her body, stretching and pushing his way into the space he claimed for himself only. Her innocence taken away so abruptly and harshly, yet she never felt so loved and wanted before.

“Tommy, I–” She moaned, head lifting off the bed to find his lips, which he immediately understood, giving into every need and every urge.

Spending all the strength he had to give her time, and not let the animalistic urges take over fully, as she needed… guidance.

“I know” he responded, moving slowly, feeling as she successively accepted his cock, relaxing into his arms and whimpering beautifully.

He was patient, slow and understanding… until he couldn't anymore, moving increasingly faster and harder, his hands squeezing her wrists a little too tight but they were both lost. Lost in the forbidden dance led by the embers smouldering in their chests, intensified by the music they both heard. Tangled in the forbidden, breathtakingly beautiful dance.

Y/N let him paw at her skin needily, pushing into her deep and fast, taking everything he needed. Lost in the experience and in the intense being that Thomas Shelby was.

Maybe if she was just a little less gone, a little more meticulous, she'd notice the dark red stains on his shirt.

The raw obsession in his touch ever since he held her for the first time so innocently. The metallic scent of blood on his skin.

Tommy couldn't let anything and anyone separate them, after all.

Devil and his angel.

[pankowperfection]

Welcome Home

Your body flushes with heat, goosebumps spreading over your skin when you feel a soft brush over your panties. Electric shocks spread through your core, back arching as your hips search for more friction.

“Relax baby girl, daddy’s home and he’s gonna take good care of you.”

A soft moan escapes your plump lips, your legs opening wider to make room for JJ’s broad shoulders to fit in between your thighs.

His mouth makes a lazy path up your inner thigh, taking his time to kiss and bite every inch of exposed skin. When he finally reaches your pussy he decides to tease you further, running his nose up over your slit as he inhales deeply.

“God, missed this pussy so fuckin’ much,” he groans, vibrations from his words making your toes curl.

Your hands weave into his golden hair, desperately trying to drag his mouth to where you need him most.

“J, please baby, fuck. Missed you so much, need you to make me feel good. Please?”

You feel him smirk against your panties, not even bothering to move them to the side before his tongue makes a slow path over the thin lace. You suck in a sharp breath, pleasure spreading through your system already.

"So wet already and I've barely touched you. Tell me baby girl, were you dreaming of me?"

He doesn't wait for a reply, one taste enough to make him feral. Before you realize what’s happening he rips your panties down the middle, burying his face in your core and going straight to work. Two of his thick, rough fingers swirl around your entrance, forcing a cry from your lips when he plunges them inside.

His tongue works from his fingers up to your clit, each slow stroke sending you higher. When he groans the vibrations make your toes curl, thighs attempting to shut from the surge in pleasure but JJ's free hand forces your left leg back down to the mattress.

"Where do ya think you're going baby? I'm just getting started."

The dark gleam in his eyes makes your clit flutter with need, more wetness leaking from your entrance and down his hand. He maintains eye contact as he leans down, tongue making a quick path up and over your clit.

He sucks the sensitive bud into his mouth, lightly nibbling with his teeth and making you clench down around his fingers. He knows just how to drive you crazy, flicking his tongue quickly while his lips hold your clit captive. The tempo of his fingers is slow, the contrast makes your back arch off the bed as your thighs start to shake.

"That's it princess, cum for me."

His words make your body react, a scream echoing off the bedroom walls while you soak his face with your release. He doesn't stop, lapping up every last drop you have to give him until you finally push his head away.

He crawls up over your tired form, pressing his weight into you so you can feel his hard cock through his jeans, giving you a soft and sensual kiss that has you ready for round two.

"I missed you so much J, so happy you're home."

"Missed you too sweetheart. Now get on your hands and knees, I told you I was just getting started."

[d0rianw1lde]

Yes, Steve’s currently three cars behind Eddie’s van, following him down a long stretch of dark road on a Friday night. But he swears, it’s for a good reason!

Because what could possibly be the reason that Eddie could never answer his phone on Friday nights? Why they could never be together Friday nights? Why he always seemed so elusive when answering Steve’s questions to him. “Can’t. ‘M just busy.”

“Busy doing what?” Steve would ask.

“Stuff.”

Stuff. Right. Steve’s got the wheel in a white-knuckle grip as they travel down past the city. His heart spikes each time a billboard pops up for a club, or adult stores, or even the closest gas station. Because anything could be true in this moment- any fear Steve has for Eddie’s true intentions could come true in just a few moments.

Eddie’s van finally exits the highway, and Steve tails behind, a bit confused when he zips past the busy city and travels farther, hopping onto a dirt road with a winding path. Further, and further still, until they approach-

A barn? Eddie’s van nestles at the end of a long stretch of cars in the parking lot, and Steve watches as he hops out, a new swagger in his step as he rests his hand on his cuff belt buckle and approaches the doors. He slips in, and with Steve’s coast finally clear, he parks. He waits for a few moments, tapping nervously against the wheel. He takes a deep breath, prepares himself, and makes his way toward the doors.

God, there could be anything behind there- what if the town was right all along, and Eddie had been the leader of some massive cult, and he’s fallen for the trap? What if this was a weird sex thing, and he’d secretly been hooking up with tons of people all at once in a ..barn. Or something.

But Steve can feel a thumping from the ground- melodic, rhythmic. Music is blaring inside.

Music?

He approaches the door, presses against it, and swings it open.

Well, Steve didn’t truly know what he expected to find that night. He expected a bombshell piece of information, and a blowout fight, maybe. Maybe expected to find betrayal laid out at his feet after hours of driving,

But this? This wasn’t on the list.

In a million years, Steve would have never guessed that behind this door was Eddie ‘Metal Forever’ Munson, situated in the center of a large dance floor among a crowd of people dressed in various hues of flannel and tacky cowboy boots, moving in time with the loudest country music Steve’s ever had the (dis?)pleasure of hearing.

And never in a million years did Steve consider that this image could be hot.

Because there, moving in time to a song Steve couldn’t even really begin to point out, in a cropped motorhead muscle-tee, the best-fitting jeans Steve had ever seen, and his damn bandana hanging out of his back pocket was his boyfriend, smiling as he danced alongside a few older women, who both take a moment to appreciate Eddie’s assets.

And he knows every move- god, how long had he been doing this? Steve has to remind himself to shut his mouth and hide before Eddie could see him, but when the patrons all make their quarter turn, they’re all facing Steve, and Eddie’s eyes dart to meet his. There’s a moment of surprise written across his face, before he eventually smugly smiles and throws Steve a wink, giving him a good show as he digs his heel into the dancefloor, spins, and makes sure to slow it down just a tad to give Steve the show he so eagerly came to see.

And Steve wants to leave- he turns on his own heel to quickly exit the barn, but he’s stopped as he goes to push against the door by a hand grabbing his wrists, the familiar cold rings soothing his nerves for a moment before he realizes he’s been caught. Red handed.

“Nuh uh-“ Eddie says, spinning Steve around. “No, you wanna spy? Now you gotta dance.”

[lullabyalikpoptarot]

Enhypen Tea Session

Disclaimer: This is my interpretation of the cards. This is not fact and all alleged! This doesn't put many of them in the best light. I am a messenger, so no hate on any of them.

Now, to the next group for this session. I feel they gave me so much tea in the past, so not sure what else they can share and if they have much else to share, but let's see what they give me.

Heeseung

He could be handed things to him things that alter his reality, maybe allows him to disconnect. He continuously shows me things about drinks being offered to him, or him drinking things. This ace of cups in this deck seems to always pop up for him , or has in the past, but a lot of these cards have things about people offering things to him. He might feel a sort of emptiness and numbness to things and may need these drinks to help keep his energy up or feel alive. I see him having access to a lot of inner wisdom and knowledge. I say when he is alone, he may have access to this information or get loads of downloads, but I see him trying to find ways to block it out, maybe that is where I can see him wanting to drink a lot. I saw this in his perspective reading, where he seems to have access to psychic abilities and he doesn't know how to handle it or process it.

He has strong divine femininity energy, meaning someone with strong creative, intuitive and psychic abilities. He was offered a dream, a fairytale, this could be about being an idol, a fantasy per say. I say there are childhood wounds he hasn't healed and still needs to process. These childhood wounds still affect him in some way. I say this is like that for mostly every human being, so not sure why that is stressed for him. Although, he seems mature, he is stunted emotionally somehow. Like he has strong childlike energy that still is with him. I mean, makes sense knowing him, he can be a bit of a goofball and dork at times. I say that with love.

Another note: Good thing I do these readings a bit before I post them, he gave me another message, while I was lying in bed lol He tends to do this, which is interesting. I was pulled back to this reading out of nowhere. I got mind altering, so I am assuming these drinks do that, also I was pulled to the 9 of Swords of his career reading and if you remember I felt weird when I was discussing that card. I believe that card also came out in his perspective reading, that all seems to be connected somehow, man Heeseung is becoming so much more fascinating to me. I wonder if these drinks cultivate these frantic thoughts, hmm. It is like it could induce psychic attacks, got that message too.

Jay

Well, the devil shows up first, flying out like crazy. He seems highly materialistic. I can see him doing some weird shit to get ahead or make money to be honest. Like that devil card gives me the dark side to money. This strong attachment to money can lead you down a dark path in this industry just saying. I got four cards that are about money. He has a strong desire to reach a level of success where he can be rich and wealthy, anyone with this desire to be rich can do anything to get that, which could break a bit of your own morals. The more money someone wants, the further you move away from your true essence. I can see him working hard to receive whatever scraps he can. This boy will put out the stops, burn himself down, overwork and exhaust himself to get it. Ya'll tell this boy to go on a break, and I swear he will look at you sideways for that. He burns himself down, but ends up finding that passion again.

Jay is a very passionate man and always finds that drive and energy to keep going. This man is focused on money, achievement and career advancement. I see him wanting to do this to achieve his own success and to stand on his own. I can see this devil card as him tying himself to this industry or career and the dark shit it entails to get to where he wants to go, which is financial freedom. So, he may not partake in the dark shit, but maybe understands the crap he has to go through to get to where he wants to, but still, he shows strong attachment to money and I don't know, people with that attachment can do anything to get it. The card name in this deck is the shadow, so he may do some lowkey things or hide things that he does.

Jake

I am seeing he is someone that dissociates and disconnects. I can also see him struggling to find passion or not getting things offered to him that brings out that passion. Interesting message here, I see strong sexual energy with him and he may use that to fill a void, so a desire to sleep with others, most likely woman to feel some sort of passion or desire he may not have. I see him getting some sort of deal in the past. I am not sure what that means. It is like he does this, or we give you this and he pays them back for it. I am so confused by these cards (6 of cups/6 of pentacles). He doesn't want to elaborate. I pulled another card and got the 2 of wands ugh, probably why he didn't want to elaborate, there could be sexual favors here, sleeping with someone to get ahead. But I can also see him paying others for sex or paying others after the fact to silence them allegedly, who knows where he lies on that spectrum. That is what that deal probably is.

He is someone with their heads in the clouds, doesn't necessarily see the reality of things. He tends to not want to face harsh realities, so he disconnects to keep moving. I see him trying his best to seek pleasure in life and contain it, so I don't see him liking the discomforts of things and he tries to make light out of everything. Once things get hard, he will do what it takes to escape. He kind of has this hedonistic mindset. He tries to seek external satisfaction, but he doesn't understand that comes from within, so this is a vicious cycle for him, because he will continue to fill a void unless he finds happiness from within, but he tends to do anything to escape himself.

Sunghoon

It seems these guys are all getting similar card, 4 of cups has popped up for 3 members (Heeseung,Jake and him). Like seriously is there something they take that enhances their psychic abilities or is a gateway to it, like why do I keep seeing this with this group, da fuck is this. Similar to Heeseung, it is like they drink this when they are feeling down or something, or lack energy, they have them take this or if they feel numb, it helps them somehow. It helps build their strength and character, it gives them energy or strength. I mean, this doesn't have to be sinister, there are drinks that do that, but why is this popping up, and how is this tea lol Is it some secret concoction, like wtf. This Death card and the 5 of wands confuses me. He may not want his career to end, so he will compete to the death to achieve his success. I get a strong competitive drive and desire from him, and he will take anyone down who gets in his way. He can be pretty aggressive. I pulled another card, cause girl is nosy and got 9 of cups, so yeah, anything that can satisfy his needs he will go after it, like Jake he seeks pleasure and happiness and will do what it takes to get that and fulfill his desires. I see him having no problem stomping over anyone who gets in his way, sorry I sense that. I am not hating or judging, just going with the feeling I am getting here and sharing it.

This is a tea session, it isn't supposed to be pretty. The 2 of wands reversed just gives me someone who prefers to work on his own and go his own way on things. What he envisions for himself is for him, so not sure he is much into working with others but tolerates it. So, girl asked for another card and got the empress. I wonder if he is at odds with mommy dearest, sorry don't like her vibe energetically, don't care. But also, with creative pursuits he struggles to work with others and never really sees eye to eye on it. It is like he has his own path and own way to go about things. I can also see his Mom was competitive and cutthroat about things too and that is where he probably got it from. Okay, I shared a lot for him, but his intrigued me the most, so time to move on. Just saying, not here to judge, just sharing my interpretation. I will never hate on any of these idols. I still adore him and the others.

Sunoo

I feel like there could have been more of a promise for him or pact for him to achieve more than what he has achieved. I can also see him wanting to fly solo and have his independence and have his own career. But there is some sort of pact or deal he has made that makes him stay. Now with this Emperor card and the knight of wands card together. I take these two ways, either he is attracted to this dominant male figure, this could be dominant female too, and there could be an emotional connection to this person as the 2 of cups is here too. Or there is aggression towards this person as well, could be both. He could also impulsively lash out at this person. Not sure who this person is, but they seem to be a dominant presence in his life.

The knight of wands is moving towards the emperor. I see his energy as the knight of wands and the emperor as this other person, maybe the one he made a deal with. This person can be pretty dominant and controlling, this doesn't feel like his energy and with the 2 of cups, there is a presence of someone else here, that plays a role. But there is a need to take on this person or move on and go on his own. Now I always sensed if any member would go it would be him and still sensing that. I see him having a lot of creating energy and wanting to express that and maybe he will try to do that more or go elsewhere for it to be expressed.

So reading this back and got the message daddy issues, so that person could be his Father, the name on the card is actually called The Father, rather than the Emperor, so it was actually literal. I get a sense he may have some issues with his Dad. But then again, that two of cups makes me think someone else, so I think this refers to his Dad and someone else. Going to leave it there. His Dad allegedly being in the mix messed my head up. I sense this is a mixture of two stories here.

Jungwon

In the middle we got the King of Swords, once again showing me, he is a man with a lot of knowledge and information. I also felt this man can be a bit cold, calculated and callus. Knowledge is power to him and holding that knowledge is power to him. I can see him understanding how cutthroat the industry can be and may play into it. I see this 5 of swords as someone cutthroat, harsh and can cut people down with their words, so that is his energy. I heard catty, which is someone who is deliberately hurtful. Dang Jungwon you like this! He is someone who likes to have the upper hand, so breaking you down gives him that. Yup, even if he is my fave. I call is how I get it. This still doesn't change my mind on any of them though. I separate lol I can see him being a drill sergeant, pointing out mistakes, being a bit of a perfectionist. I say he puts a lot on his back, burns himself out, does way too much to achieve the success he wants. To climb to the top you got burn yourself out, this may be his mindset.

He doesn't seem afraid to communicate how he feels even if it is disruptive or hurtful. He is the type that says things maybe out of frustration and without thought, but mostly he is very calm and calculated with his approach as the KOS is in the middle, which represents to me his strongest energy. He is also showing some pact or deal in the past that have may have been promising his success. This 2 of cups always just gives me some sort of ritualistic bondage of some sort, like do they get some cups of something, go near water and do a seance or something with the company people and make some spiritual pact that may promise them a successful career. Whatever this pact is it will lead him to get the recognition and success he desires. I see him having a strong desire for success and recognition and doing whatever he can to get that.

I do love how straight forward and honest his energy is, even if it isn't always pretty, he got no shame, got to respect him for that.

Ni-Ki

He is showing he doesn't have much power or his hands are tied about things and situations that happen. I see him being passive and nonchalant about things. I can see a powerful woman may play a role in the company or group. I keep seeing this strength card with a woman on it pop up for them. She may pull a lot of the strings. I see him trying to gain an understanding through all these challenges and difficulties he may face as an idol and maybe coming to a realization about things. He seems stifled and has to fit a certain image. He feels stuck to fit that image. He seems like he is showing that he is a concocted image of others but not his authentic self. I can also see him being catty and destructive with his words as well and can be pretty harsh with his words, maybe has hurt others in the past.

I can also see him pushing others away, so they don't get too close. He is also showing me some deal in the past with this 6 of cups. I swear that popped up for everyone. Like a sold fantasy they got, but that it wasn't what they said it would be like. He is showing there are a lot of obstacles and challenges he has to face. And that he always has to defend himself. And he sees things crumbling and falling apart or things are a bit chaotic. I see him having lots of emotions that he tries to hide, but I do see it cracking or he sees that it will eventually break, or he will crack under having to hold those emotions in for so long.

Okay, that is what I get for this installment of tea sessions. I wasn't sure they had more to share, but I swear this group is pretty easy to get information from me and thankfully no sickness or any discomfort here from any of them.

[frankensteinzmonstrrr]

The Benefits of Being a Marine Biologist (Part 2)

Part 1 Merman x transmasc reader Contains: getting to know your monster crush Warnings: discussion of top surgery & scars Length: 1.5K words

The next evening, you manage to leave the lab a bit early, mumbling excuses about not feeling well. You weren't exactly lying; the thought of seeing the merman again was giving you butterflies in your stomach. You had slept poorly last night, kept awake wondering if there was any way you could have imagined your encounter with the creature. It seemed impossible, but you knew it all really happened. You remembered the soft, cool touch of his hand against yours.

Grimacing at how slowly you are forced to drive down the sandy gravel road, you finally reach the trailhead. You practically leap out of your car, grabbing your tote bag containing swim trunks and a flashlight.

Once solidly within the privacy of the brush, you change out your lab-safety-approved chinos for your bathing suit as fast as you can, your need to rush of course making you fumble more than usual. You all but run down the rest of the path.

As soon as you emerge from the grass and your feet hit the soft sand of the beach, you see a shape pop up from the water by the rocks. As you begin to walk to the opposite side of the shoreline, your hopes are confirmed: it's Abalone. He waves to you awkwardly, clearly imitating an observed human gesture.

As you walk toward him, you try to quickly study his appearance. Yesterday you were too shocked to observe the finer details of what he looks like. His silvery skin transitions to darker gray shades towards his hands and on his tail, clearly some kind of point coloring. Despite being aquatic, he somehow has what looks like long, dark hair. You wonder if his "hair" is actually spines of some kind. His face is shockingly human, his features just a bit sharper and with somewhat large eyes. Your eyes wander down and you see that he has very humanoid pectoral and abdominal muscles, too. Realizing that you've been staring at him for at least a full minute, you drop your gaze to your feet as you approach the water's edge.

"I brought clothes to swim!" you call to him. You don't feel the need to fully shout, because he clearly had heard you coming from the trail. "I hope it's not too cold!"

You toss your bag and your t-shirt behind you onto the dry sand. As you step into the water the chill bites at your feet, but it's a tolerable cold. You wade out along the edge of the rocks until the water reaches almost to your shoulders. Seeming to realize that any further out would be an uncomfortable depth for a human, Abalone closes the remaining gap between the two of you, swimming gracefully just below the water's surface. You observe that his tail moves from side to side like a fish, not up and down like a whale or dolphin. Fascinating.

Abalone smiles at you as he surfaces and adjusts himself to be upright in the shallower water. You simply look at each other for a moment, both unsure what to say. He breaks the silence with his odd laugh. "You are so short!"

Instinctively you cross your arms and reply, "No I am not! I'm average height. For a human," you add. "I could say that you're so tall... Or long?"

"Fair enough." You can't help but wonder if he learned that phrase from you. "What do you do during the daytime?"

"I go and work as a scientist." You struggle to think of a simple enough explanation for someone who doesn't know what a computer is. "I record all sorts of things about animals and plants from the ocean."

"Very nice. Sounds very nice," he replied thoughtfully. "During the day sometimes I sleep, sometimes I hunt. Not much to do."

"What do you hunt?"'

"All the fish," he grinned. With those sharp teeth, it only makes sense that he's a carnivore. "The bigger the fish, the better to eat. Once I caught a shark almost as big as me. Have you ever eaten shark?"

Abalone seemed to have as many questions for you as you did for him. "No, I haven't. Humans don't really eat shark. Except for in soup, but I'm honestly not sure if that's real."

"Shark soup," he repeated. "Soup isn't real."

"No!" you laugh. "Soup is a real food. It's like cooking things in water."

"What ever," he said, clearly enunciating the two words as separate. That only makes you giggle more.

You look down into the water and notice how Abalone's tail is crammed underneath himself in the shallow depth. "Here, let me go up on the rocks and sit somewhere where you can sit normally too." He doesn't say anything in response, just bobbing along happily in the water as you climb up onto the stone pile and move further out into the water.

When you take a seat on the least offensive boulder, Abalone joins you on the rock's edge. Suddenly, he points to you and says, "You're like me."

"What?"

"You're like me," he says again, pointing to your chest and then to his.

Oh. He sees your top surgery scars, faded but still visible, and is pointing to faint striping on his own torso. "N-no," you stammer. "Those are my scars. I don't have stripes like you."

"Ah. Scars from what?"

"I don't know if you'll understand. They're from surgery... something that had to be done for medicine? For healing?"

"I see." Dropping the subject, he silently moved a bit closer to you and rested his chin on the rock next to where you sat. "You have very small claws."

"I don't need them as much as you probably do." You involuntarily imagine his dark talons ripping through the flesh of his prey.

Abalone reached for your hand and gently pulled at it. You let him lift it towards him. You hadn't noticed before that his fingers are webbed. Makes sense.

He held up his hand flat against yours, and you mirrored his movement. He pressed his palm against yours, sending a shiver down your spine. He gazed in wonder at your hand and wrist, no doubt thinking about what a tiny human you are.

You stared right back at his hand, and arm, and body. His hand is definitely larger than yours, but not by much. He seemed to have the proportions of a very tall man, with a several yards long tail instead of legs. Without thinking, you take your hand from his and reach forward to touch his hair. The fibers are coarser than human hair, as you expected. Your thoughts of what it could be composed of if not keratin are interrupted when you realized that he is leaning in to your touch.

You yank your hand back automatically and begin to apologize, but Abalone grabs your hand and pulls you forward into the water. The cold shocks you, but you still notice that his hand is warm in the icy ocean.

Holding onto you with one arm as if he's not fully convinced you can swim, he turns and points at the sky. "The sun is almost down. Don't stay late."

He was right. Only the last slivers of the orange sun remained above the horizon. "Thank you. You're right, I should leave now."

Still holding your hand, he began to swim towards the shore. You laugh and tell him you can swim, insisting that the doesn't need to drag you along, but he doesn't listen. You can't see into the water very well in the increasing dimness, but you think you see the glint of his mischievous smile.

He releases your hand once your feet touch the sandy floor. "Will you come back tomorrow?"

You open your mouth to tell him yes, but your heart drops when you remember that you have to stay at the lab late for a meeting the next night. "I'm sorry, I can't. I have to work."

Abalone frowns at that, his playful demeanor vanishing. "When can you come back?"

"I'm not sure. Maybe in two days?... I wish there was some way I could tell you when I can come here."

"It's alright," he said, quieter than usual, but then a small smile creeped back onto his face. "I can wait for you here! At sunset!"

"Every day?" you laugh incredulously. "You can't wait for me every single day."

"Yes I can. I did it today and it was easy."

You shake your head in bewilderment. "Okay, if you say so."

"Okay!" he repeated. He reached out toward you and gently pushed you toward the shore. "You need to go home. It's almost dark."

You sigh and start trudging through the gentle waves, twisting around so you're still facing him. "I'll see you soon. I promise."

When you reach the shore and gather your things, he waves goodbye to you in the same stiff, odd way. You smile ear to ear as you wave back.

The walk back to your car is freezing cold, with only the beam of your flashlight illuminating the path, but you couldn't be happier. You had left work claiming illness, but now you feel even stranger than you did before.

Author's notes: thank you so much for reading, and for all the support on the first part! Part 3 will be coming soon. Tip Jar on Ko-Fi

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Lvxi SMC character analysis (SMC isn't one dimensional)

As promised, I'm putting down all my thoughts regarding SMC, including general analysis and personal interpretation. This is just an amalgam of all my recent thoughts, but I'll do my best to make it as coherent as possible.

There's no such thing as 'evil for the sake of it.' Despite what most cartoon villains tell you, there will always be a reason for why someone does things, even if those reasons are as shallow as brief entertainment. In this case, however, I don't think SMC fits either of those bills.

Going back to the origin of SMC himself, we have to understand what exactly his story is trying to convey---or at least to the best of our ability.

It's common knowledge that before everything, the apostles of evil were embodiments of virtues, and SMC's virtue, in particular, was knowledge, before he spiraled into the power of 'deceit.' However, I think it's important that we look deeper into this and what his symbolism is trying to convey.

In the Beast Yeast storyline, we see that PV describes SMC as having lived an isolated path previous to becoming what he is now and that being the figure of truth is a damning one. His statue is regal and important, bearing the appearance of a monarch rather than anything like the jester we're familiar with, and it stands tall like an idol of worship.

This statue is old. And it's quite clear that within an amount of time, something drastic has occurred to SMC that caused him to make that shift, so the question is, what exactly was it? In CRK, we know that SMC essentially fell victim to corruption of sorts, and details around it are cloudy at best and vague at worst, but we have background information to assist with that.

As Dark Enchantress Cookie's story tells us, the heaviest burden that will drive one insane is the truth of everything and the knowledge of the purpose of their creation. SMC, being the apostle of knowledge and truth, would no doubt harbor this knowledge.

But how do you tell an entire society this truth? In a world where no one wants to hear you and nobody is willing to follow you in the first place, how do you convince them of something they don't want to hear? You beg and plead for them to listen, but they only call you a liar. They call you a deceiver and a traitor, and they turn their backs on you. So what else can you do but fulfill their wish?

After all, in the court, the jester is the only role that can mock the king without judgment, because no one takes him seriously.

SMC makes it very clear throughout his story that his values are not only his own and that they're more accurately a representation of other people as a whole. He says that people would 'much rather believe a sweet lie' and that the world operates on deceit. He does what he does not only because it's fun but also because that is the only way people will listen to him.

SMC is a liar and sweet talker, but he's also a performer and an entertainer. Everything he does is based on 'audience participation'. It's a social art.

Isolated by his own talents, SMC inevitably falls into corruption through a self-made spiral.

He sets the stage to sing truths hidden in sweetened lies, and his audience only watches to see him dance, but by god, they're finally looking at him, and everything feels less lonely.

As time goes on, SMC becomes a creature of habit and is no longer a last-resort performer. He no longer forces himself to don the mask of a fool to garner listeners, and instead, he cares only for shallow company to fill the void of isolation he is so desperate to always be free from. He loses himself to it and falls into corruption, becoming more and more willing to lie to others and himself just to keep a captive audience. It becomes about his emotional needs rather than his logical ones, and his power over others pushes him to go to further extremes to keep them close, becoming exceedingly cruel as a result.

Everything is easier if he lies. He doesn't have to think about the truth or the horrors of it, and everyone will love him if he does.

Throughout the story, everything SMC does screams LOOK AT ME, yet also insecurity and fear. He mocks people in deflection when he's panicked or confused, he gets extremely aggressive when people threaten his imprisonment again, and he demeans PV when talking about how he took his soul jam. Everything he does is an emotional reaction to what seems to be very deep-rooted fears.

Despite his confident persona, SMC is desperate for everything to go his way, and if they don't, he quickly unravels under it all. He needs to be seen, and he needs to be heard, or he might lose himself altogether.

In his story, he never even attempts to kill PV. Instead, he corrupts him to see the world as he does, desperate that the closest thing to him might understand what is now his own truth and that, in this twisted companionship, he will never truly be alone again.

Unlike the Ancients, the Beasts were not 'tested' for their power. They were created with expectations, not proof of function. They fail because of this.

You give a warrior a sword and they slay your enemies, give a child a sword and they slay everyone without caution or understanding.

Or maybe they're just cookies idk.

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

the glow

lilac, chapter thirteen

a/n: a little bit more sluttiness, anyone? sdfghjklæø like I'm offering refreshments or something

summary: "I don’t wanna promise anything, but I do wanna try."

warnings: lumberjack!frank castle x reader, smut, lumberjack AU, past domestic violence, crazy ex trope, crying, renovating an inn, clothed sex, outdoor sex, car sex, public sex, kissing, dirty talk, size kink, manhandling, oral, multiple orgasms, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (because this is just porn. no one is getting pregnant, I’m just craving the intimacy. let them be hoes and live out the fantasy)

word count: 4157

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Rolling the stubby pencil in your grasp, you let the tip ghost down the list as you murmured each item out loud, checking that you’d indeed gotten everything you lacked from the hardware store.

Your body jostled lightly as the stocked truck sped over a small bump in the road. Flicking one last checkmark on the small block of paper, you peeled your eyes away from the list and exhaled, “alright, I think we got everything,” sliding the small notepad and pencil back into one of the many roomy pockets adorned on the beige overalls you wore. 

Casting a quick glance in your direction, the driver nodded, “except for the door handles, which I’ll drive back for when they get them back in stock.”

“Frank,” you tried to diminish the smile that began to bloom, “I can go get them myself, you know. My car is fixed now and it’s not like door handles take up this much space,” you waved a hand back to the chaos that was the attempt at fitting all of the various materials into the vehicle in one go, the fact that Frank still managed to drive just fine, even with the review mirror completely obscured and long sticks of moulding poking past his seat and minimising his range of movement, was rather impressive. In fact, you had to tilt your head in order to get a clear view of him past all of the clutter in the space between you. 

“Yeah, but I don’t mind,” he shrugged, briefly flashing you a smile that made you stop hiding your own. 

As his vision returned to the road, you let your own wander and take in the lush forest that hugged either side of the lane. It stretched on for as long as your eye could take you, no breaks, the only variation was the change from birch to pine you spotted farther down the rural path. 

Hearing the rustling of Frank changing gears, your eyes naturally found his hand, shadowing the tight grip as it returned to the steering wheel. 

You couldn’t help but unconsciously drag your lower lip through your teeth as your gaze traced the back of his hands. From the shadow of fuss on his wrist that emerged out from under the hem of his dark flannel to the veins that danced under the skin every time he tightened his grasp. 

“Hey, Frank?” you breathed, letting the dull throbbing between your thighs sway your words. 

“Hm?” he simply hummed, not taking his eyes off the road, “what?”

“What if you stopped and parked the car for a little bit?”

“Why? Are you okay?” he asked, finally tearing his gaze away to glance at you, the intent behind your words finally breaking through his tough shell, “oh,” an airy chuckle flowed out pasted his lips and you let your head blissfully fall back against the headrest, your gaze never seizing, “oh! alright, yeah, I can definitely park the car.”

With no other vehicles on the road, Frank wasn’t gentle as he swung into a spot on the side of the road.

As he tugged up the brakes and retroactively pushed up the thicket of clutter between your seats that much further, your fingers found one of the straps to your overalls and fiddled to pop it open as you leaned in closer. 

Reaching with a hand through the mess of moulding to pull his lips to yours, a giggle only gushed from you as the eruption made it near impossible for you to do anything other than bang your forehead in your desperate attempt, “I don’t–, how do we do this?” a laugh bubbled out of you, “I don’t think I thought this part through enough.”

Only echoing your amusement for a second, a solution then fluttered across his features. Wordlessly, he opened his side of the truck and got out, leaving you with your hands thrown up in the air, still giggling and your gaze tracking him through the window as he crossed to your side and yanked open your door.

Grasping each side of your face, he bent down and drew you into a silky kiss. Rotating further in his direction, a light whimper slipped out past your lips and vibrated against his tongue as his fingers slid up through your hair. 

Slipping your right leg past his frame, each of your thighs now hugged around him as you hooked your index fingers into his belt loops and tugged him closer. 

As your palm began to pet him through his pants, an intoxicating groan reverberated within him and his fingers drifted down to the dungaree strap that was still secure over your shoulder, but then when the attempt at popping it open became more of a struggle than he’d anticipated, a chuckle bubbled out of you as Frank leaned back and cursed through his grin, “goddamnit! Why won’t it just–, there!” and it finally came undone. Throwing the long strap over your shoulder, the upper part of your overalls tumbled down your frame and gathered just below your waist, revealing to Frank just how hard your nipples were through the soft long-sleeved shirt you wore beneath. 

Leaning down to graze his lips across the side of your neck, you felt him yank your top up just high enough for your tits to pop out, letting it gather and cling to your skin just over the peaks as the mild breeze that hit them caused goosebumps to erupt.

After his palms offered your soft peaks and tender squeeze, they slid down towards the buttons still fastened on the side of your hips. As his nimble fingers popped them open one by one, you pulled his lips back up to yours, his body hungrily craning closer and causing your spine to follow along, leaning back further till you were lying down across the seats. 

Except, your back never did meet the expected contact. Instead, your head collided sharply with the cluttered supplies still demanding so much of the room. 

“Ouch!” your hand shot up to the part of your skull that now throbbed dully. As your eyes found Frank’s, a genuine laugh billowed out of you both and took the pain away, “this is such a disaster!”

Pressing a light peck to your brow, Frank muttered, “maybe we should just wait till we get back.”

“Maybe,” you blinked up at him and pouted your lips lightheartedly, “but I’m so fucking wet right now, it actually feels like I’m on fire!” your laugh never dying down a second.

“Oh,” a gravelly groan tumbled out of his chest and his fists closed around the fabric around your hips, “please don’t say that…” 

“Why?” you tilted your chin up, nearly closing the short distance and sharing his hot breath. 

But before you could press your lips to his once more, you let out a surprised yelp as Frank suddenly scooped his grasp under your bottom and hoisted you into his arms.

“What are you–,” you tried to ask, but you soon received your answer as he carried you a short distance around the gaping door and sat you down onto the hood of the car. With a smirk fast on his lips, Frank began to tug your dungarees, as well as the soaked underwear beneath, down over your hips, “here? Are you serious? What if someone drives by and sees us?”

“No one ever drives here,” his head shook lightly from side to side as he ceased his efforts, letting your garments bunch up just above your knees, “we’ll be fine for a little bit.”

And the next thing you knew, Frank had plucked up your legs and raised them up so far that your back fell down against the car as he practically folded you in half. With his forearm strong against the back of your knees, he pressed the tops of your thighs down against your stomach, exposing your molten core to him like a present. 

“You really weren’t lying, sweetheart,” he landed an electric smack to your bottom, “look at this,” your whole body trembled when he finally touched your pussy, pinching the puff teasingly and rolling your pearl between your petals, “you’re fucking soaked.”

You were gonna reply, think of some witty remark, but all of that became impossible when he bent down and lapped at your folds.

Kissing at the wetness that seeped out of you, his greedy tongue couldn’t help but sneak in a bit as he nuzzled closer, his prominent nose nudging against your clit as he did so. 

“F-Frank–,” your fingers captured your nipples in a needy pinch as you hazily blinked up at the treetops and clouds above.

Drawing back, he eagerly landed a dollop of spit onto your core and with his free hand, mixed his small bubbles in with your mess, “yeah? What is it?” parting your petals with his abruptly feathery caresses, you squirmed beneath his hold as he came to circle your entrance, “does it feel good, is that it?” he teased you till your eyelids fluttered.

“Please p-put your fingers inside of me–”

“Huh?” he smirked, only lightening his touch even though he obviously comprehended every single word of your pathetic blubbering, “what was that?”

“I wanna feel your fingers–,” but the rest of your begging never saw the light of day as he suddenly slid two of his thick digits inside, brashly cutting off your words, “ah!”

“Here?” he didn’t hold back as he pumped inside of you, “is this where you wanna feel me?” swiftly adding another long finger, giving your cunt what it was pleading for, and as he did so, strumming your inner walls and stretching you out till your toes curled in your shoes, one of your hands left your tit and shot down to flutter against the one of his that was still strong at the back of your trembling legs. Tapping against the back of it, he swiftly turned his palm upwards and welcomed your hold tenderly as you feverishly grasped his hand in yours, “right here where you’re so fucking warm and wet and soft?” dipping back down, tightening his hand around yours, he then captured your clit with his lips and sucked down hard, “so fucking perfect…” the sincere addition resonated in a deep groan that melted against your puffy pearl. 

It didn’t take too much longer before you cried out beneath him and your nails dug into his palm as you tumbled over the edge, “oh, fuck!” and if he hadn’t been holding you so securely, you’d properly have fallen off the car as well. 

Withdrawing his touch, his lips then fluttered up the back of your thighs till they danced across your hand still engulfed by his.

As he straightened back up, you hazily peeked up at him with a stary gaze, still completely melted against the hood. 

“What?” he smiled, noting the fuzzy grin that adorned your blissful features. 

“Nothing,” you bit down on your bottom lip as you blinked up at him in complete and utter awe, “you just make me very happy, that’s all.”

Beaming down at you, “well, good,” the faintest of sincere chuckles escaped his lungs, “you make me very happy as well.”

As he loosened his hold and shifted your legs to hang over the crook of his left arm, you playfully poked, “how happy?”

Only fiddling with his fly for but a second, the next thing you knew a light gasp slipped out your parted lips as you felt him tap his heavy cock against your cunt, letting you feel him throb against where you did.

“That answer it for you?” he smirked, rubbing brashly against you.

“I don’t know…” you giggled, feeling his tip catch your entrance “I think I might need to feel a few more inches to really grasp what you mean.”

Not one to deprive you, Frank then brashly buried himself completely, forcing all of the oxygen to flow out of your lungs as his heavy sack pressed up against your ass.

Breathless himself, he smugly croaked, “you get it now?”

“Y-yeah, I-I–, yeah–,” you shuttered deliciously beneath him, your legs, still sort of bound and restrained by your dungarees, trembled on the side in his grasp at the staggering sensation of his girth.

Feeling his hand rake its way up to press against your cheek, you leaned into the caress a moment before turning your head and placing a few hazy pecks along the calloused palm, before he started to move and your teeth gently sank into the muscle and muffled your moan. 

It wasn’t hard enough to break the skin, but when your head eventually fell back and your lips detached, you noted the small light marks that stayed on the strong root of his thumb, not that Frank seemed to mind, even if you had managed to somehow break the tough skin, he wouldn’t have minded, probably wouldn’t even have batted an eye.

Curling his hand back around the nape of your neck, he scooped your upper body back upright. Gliding the right arm around you and hooking it with his left, he held you in his arms and cradled you close as he rocked against you with steady and breath-taking thrusts. 

It wasn’t hard to notice how his gaze suddenly dropped to your lips, starvingly staring at them as he then uttered, “kiss me,” the whisper sounding like a wish on the wind as he drove in and kissed you as if he hadn’t gotten the privilege in aeons. 

Burying your grasp in the thickness of his flannel, you heard his hips meet yours in sloppy crashes. 

Shifting his hold a bit, you felt his right hand glide up your spine, still staying steady against it as his fingers slid into your locks, his short nails scraping hypnotically against your scalp. 

As he twisted your hair up in his hand, you whimpered against his tongue, raising a few fingers up to thread through his dark beard. 

“Oh, Y/n,” his head tilted back in a gravelly moan, a glinting string of saliva still keeping your lips connected, “holy fuck,” he panted in the hot air between you, “you feel so good.”

Readjusting you in his grasp, his left arm now supported you, the wide palm pressing against your back, while the right one dragged down to your hip and dug into the softness as his gaze followed. 

Shifting his weight, he tilted back and marvelled down at how lavishly he sank into you time and time again. 

But then suddenly, without warning, the pulled out of you completely and let out a low moan, “oh my god,” his brows dreamily knitted together as his right hand slid down to pull at your left ass cheek, “fucking look at that,” briefly sliding back inside in his entirety, he then slipped back out and shared what wasn’t within your view, “your pretty little pussy’s gaping so beautifully for me,” your creamy cunt winked at him after he retracted. The addicting visage of just how relaxed and turned on you were persuaded him to lower his fingers to the base of his girth and aid his repeated efforts as he methodically sank in and pull back out, “I think she likes me,” he grinned adoringly, “likes how I feel, likes how I split her open… remember back when she struggled to take even the tip? Just look at her now…” losing it completely, the next time he plugged you up, he didn’t slip back out, “I’m so proud of your pussy,” giving in to a fevered pace that caused your eyes to roll in your skull, “being so good, being the fucking best, taking every inch of me so perfectly.”

Your quivering legs dangled over his arm at the rough and desperate efforts, holding you tight and rocking you back down against his thrusts as you felt yourself unravel once more. Trying your best to keep your eyes locked on his, you heard your name like a mantra on his lips as he too swiftly followed suit, pressing his forehead to yours as your clenching cunt milked him of all of his worth.

“Ah…” his content sigh fanned across your flaming cheeks, “fuck…”

Carefully slipping back out, he let the weight of him simply rest against you as his load slowly trickled out of your tender hole. 

“That was–,” you fussily started as you felt him tug your shirt back down over your goosebump-ridden torso, “yeah… that was amazing…”

Mirroring your lazy grin, he concurred, “yeah…”

“Thanks for not waiting till we got back. It really isn’t that easy trying to convince people that the noises they heard were just construction stuff and not something more uncouth,” you chuckled lightly, “especially now that we’re done with all the heavy lifting… oh, wait, speaking of which, before I forget, what do I actually owe you?”

Tilting his head back, he stared down at you in amused confusion, “huh?”

“I mean for the renovation of the inn, not the–, uh, this,” you giggled, “you just said in the beginning that we’d talk about your payment when it’s done, and now it nearly is, so what do I owe you?”

“Oh sweetheart,” a warm chuckle rumbled faintly within him as he tugged a stray piece of your hair behind your ear, “I think you’ve given me plenty of compensation,” indicating the link that had flourished between you two, “I’m good,” and then he leaned in and grazed his lips against yours in a tender kiss. 

With your eyes still glued to the spot on the baseboard where you’d just smashed a nail in and secured the long strip of moulding to the bottom of the wall that much further, you didn’t shift your gaze as you extended the hand, not clutching the hammer, to snatch up another nail. But when your fingers grazed across the floorboards you sat upon and failed to find the small pile of pins, you finally lifted your gaze to realise that you’d used up all of them. 

“Oh, hey, I’m out of nails,” you glanced over your shoulder at the other side of the narrow room where Frank was stationed, taking care of the job you’d split up and shared, his progress migrating him slightly closer to you, “could I–”

“Yeah,” he uttered, his hand already dipping into the small cardboard container beside him and scooping up a handful before his long arm extended enough for him to reach your open palm, “here,” he let the cool metal cascade into your grasp.

“Thanks,” you flashed him a smile before he returned to the task. 

Just as you placed the handful down beside your crisscrossed legs, a figure appeared in the doorway.

“Waow,” Harvey peeked his head in, the floorboard gently creaking beneath his gentle tread, “this looks great! I tell ya, if your grandparents knew that the bloom room could look like this? Whew… they’d be ecstatic.”

“Well, it’ll look even better once the furniture is back in here,” you watched as your father’s gaze wandered around like he was a child in a toy store, “actually, dad… like, I get that grandma thought rhyming was fun, it is, but don’t you think it’s about time that we change the room names?”

As soon as your question left your lips, Harvey’s eyes swept to you in an appalled glare, a shuttering breath escaped his lungs before he stood his ground, “I am not changing the names just because it may confuse some of the guests! That godawful floral wallpaper might not have been up in this room in over 40 years, but I’m not changing it, not this one, not any of them. My mother named them those silly names and they’re damn well gonna stay!”

“…even the doom room?”

Promptly, his stubbornness then visually melted away, “…alright, maybe just that one… it’s fun to say, but does sound awfully ominous,” folding his arms across his chest, he tilted his head in thought, “maybe we could think of some other word that rhymes with room… let’s see, we’ve already got the doom room, the bloom room, moon room and the shroom room… hm… might have to sleep on that one… never the less, this all looks phenomenal. You kids really did a great job,” he shifted his gaze between you and Frank, “shinned this place up like a brand new penny!”

“Ah, it’s not hard to mess up when the bones are so good,” Frank hummed. 

Just as Harvey began to shift back out of the room, you sat the hammer down on the floor and began to lift yourself up to your feet, “wait, uhm, dad? Do you have a second?” his warm gaze found yours as he halted, “there’s just something I wanna discuss with you.”

“Oh, sure, pumpkin,” he then scooped a hand through the air, “come with me downstairs,” and when you’d migrated to the hallway beside him, he shifted his vision to catch Frank’s and asked, “and by the way, I just brewed a fresh pot of coffee, if you wanna just help yourself while we chat.”

“Yeah, why not,” he breathed before joining you both down the stairs. 

As Frank disappeared into the kitchen, you and the moustachioed elder pulled up a few chairs to one of the tables in the vacant dining room. 

“So…” you drew out a deep breath and lowered your gaze to your hands as you weaved your fingers together. 

“…so?” your father’s soothing rumble searched the air.

“I’ve been thinking,” you started, noticing how you suddenly got a bit nervous at the reality of the statement you wished to share, “both with everything–, uh…” your chest began to tighten as you almost uttered Preston’s name, “you know, everything…” catching his eye, he offered you a light nod of understanding, “and also with the renovation being essentially done…” one of your thumbs shifted, the nail pressing into your palm, “… I know that I said you shouldn’t count on me staying here, that I didn’t wanna go back to living out here, that this was just temporary… but right now, the thought of moving to a city I’ve never stepped foot in before really scares me and the thought of going back to New York and potentially bumping into–… well… uh… I think what I’m trying to say, and please don’t say I told you so, but I think I might wanna stay. At least for a while. With all of this time and labour I’ve put into repairing this place, I just couldn’t help but rethink everything I thought was so–, well, lame when I was young, and, I don’t know, I kinda just saw it in a new light. I don’t wanna promise anything, but I do wanna try.”

Drawing in a slow breath, the raw emotion shined clear in Harvey’s voice as he uttered, “really?”

“Yeah, I think so,” you nodded lightly, “at least for a while, till I feel like I’m enough back on my feet to figure things out,” as you caught sight of how glossy your father’s eyes had become, you reached out to lay your palm atop his, a soft smile tipping up the corners of your lips, “dad, please don’t cry.”

“What? I’m not crying,” he sniffled and squeezed your hand back tightly, “this is just my lifelong dream coming true, that’s all! My baby’s taking over the family business!”

“I’m not taking over, I’m just trying it out for a bit,” you corrected wearily. 

As you leaned in closer over the table to wipe a tear off the side of Harvey’s beaming face, the phone out in the lobby then suddenly began to ring, halting your fingers from taking care of the other cheek. 

Casting a glance over your shoulder to the reception beyond the archway, you turned back to see your dad fast in his seat, his grin only growing wider as he cocked his head, “well, you’re the boss now, pumpkin. You should go answer it, who knows, it could be a very important business call.” 

Biting down on your smile, you hurried out into the entryway, whiling around the front desk just before the ringing ceased. As you raised the receiver of the old, jade-green rotary phone up to your ear, your vision settled on the figures that appeared in the archway as both your father and Frank settled against the frame.

“Lilac Inn, this is Y/n speaking. Hello, how can I help you today? Oh, you’d like a room? Five weeks from now? One moment, I’ll check,” you flipped a few pages of the big open planner resting on the desk before you, “ah, yes, we do have a room available at that time…” 

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[leggerefiore]

I know you've done headcanons with the twins apologizing after a fight, but now we gotta know how Cyrus, Larry, Nanu, and Kabu apologize! Bonus if its right before someone has to leave for a business trip or something (him or his s/o, either one) so there's a lot of time to cool off and think of a way to apologize or maybe just agonize and angst about it lol

cw: angst, couple fights, comfort,

characters: Cyrus, Larry, Nanu, Kabu

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ He was a man of little emotion. That was what he desperately wanted to believe. Controlled. Logical. Feelings had no bearing on him. Yet, he was in a committed relationship with another. One where it seemed that whatever emotional barriers he set up were forced down. This could be good, as he was forced to relax and allowed a space to stop following his ruse of the somewhat charismatic and domineering leader of Team Galactic. It was nice to have moments to breathe with another he hated to admit he had high trust for. Though, it could also be bad. Horribly bad. He was so close to finishing his plans, yet you decided to demand his attention. Loneliness and feeling abandoned by him were your chief complaints, but he failed to listen to them. It became a heated argument quickly, which he ended by packing his bags for the time he planned to be locked into his plans.

☄️ Your hurt expression as he slammed the door behind him was haunting. He had turned his personal phone off, preferring to focus solely on matters related to the Red Chain and legendaries. Words echoed in his mind. Your frustration towards him was more than apparent, but the way you had locked onto his arm had made him feel strange. Lonely… You said you felt lonely and unwanted. Accusations of him not even wanting to be in a relationship any more were heavy on his chest. What did he want? Part of him wanted to accuse you of being a useless piece of his past holding him back from everything he was going to do. The other half felt mortified he had hurt the one person that he had these complicated feelings for. If only to himself, he would admit that he loved you. His words were more than unkind. Cyrus had mostly ignored you before snapping on you for trying to consume so much of his precious time.

☄️ The way it was distracting him from his plans was driving him into a special kind of madness. It was not like him to be so caught up on things like this. Feelings came and went. You would not care for this in his perfect world, and yet here he was spiralling further and further into the thoughts of you deciding to leave him. His breath hitched in his throat as he grasped at his chest. The door to his office was locked as he was sat alone in the dark room. Cyrus was above this. He was supposed to be the embodiment of emptiness that he wished to bring to the rest of the world. Yet, he was not. Memories tormented him as your hurt face kept itself firmly burned into his brain. Finally, he broke. The Galactic Boss had to acknowledge that his plans would surely fail if he were to enact them in such a state.

☄️ Saturn seemed mildly annoyed when he announced a postponement of the plans, but he cared little for his reaction. Sure, he lied about it being under the gaze of more testing and investigating, but he knew fully well that the path to what he desired most was through that method. That apathy only lasted until he stood in front of his apartment door. It was quiet. Not there was much noise in the high-end complex usually, but he expected some sound. Had you left? He had not been brave enough to turn on his phone. His fingers tapped in the code for the door, and he stepped inside. You sat on the couch, boredly watching the television screen as it played something. He felt nervous suddenly, like his legs could no longer support his weight. Before he crashed, you turned to look at him with big eyes.

☄️ Your arms locking around him froze him in place as you rushed towards him at an unexpected speed. The warmth of your body completely claimed his mind as it forced down all the horrible worries about you disappearing. His hand came to rest in between your shoulder blades. A sigh left him. “Beloved… I apologise for my behaviour,” Cyrus felt strange speaking so genuinely to you, “I… I have been a bad partner to you. This project has simply been one of my most important ones, and I could not bear to waste a moment away on it.” Your grip on his shirt tightened at those words, obviously it was not what you had wanted to hear from him. “But, I realise that was cruel to you,” he continued, making eye contact with you, “… I love you, truly. Please, do not even think that I wish to part from you.” A kiss to his lips silenced him from whatever else he was going to say. It seemed you just wanted to soak in his presence for now, to which he was more than happy to oblige.

💼Larry🏢

🍙 Larry sat in the cab with heavy thoughts weighing on his mind. Relationships certainly were not an easy thing. Especially with a working schedule like his. Geeta had assigned him an out of region business trip, which he knew better than to try to decline. She could be quite… persistent, for lack of a better term. Though, he found she had a fierce competition in you. The news had upset you greatly, as the trip was happening during a time he had requested time off. You felt frustrated that Larry did not argue against her about his requested time off. He felt annoyed and stressed about being stuck between your upset reaction and Geeta's demanding nature. It was rare that his facade broke, but he snapped at you. His words were cruel. Too cruel. You almost instantly teared up when he told you that this would not be a problem if you were not together. There was no time to talk as you left the apartment.

🍙 His eyes stared out at the terrain below as it carried him through the Galar region. He felt too far from home. You had made him feel like he had a reason to return back from work. Larry was not ignorant about the bright changes that you brought to his life. Meals no longer felt lonely, his battles felt more meaningful with you in the audience cheering him on, and he felt like his home was more than a place to just rest his head. You spoke with him and cuddled up to him. He could enjoy the sight of you playing with his pokemon. It felt brighter now. He basically smashed that light with a bat. Embarrassment burned in his chest. You just wanted to see him more. That was not unreasonable. Yet, he blamed you for his distaste for this sudden trip. If he was not dating you, he would not feel this upset about having to take it, sure, but he also would be missing so much else instead.

🍙 Attempts to call you went unanswered, as it was clear that you did not want to speak with him. He understood. The tears welling in your eyes haunted him. Larry knew better than to say things like that, especially at his age. You deserved much better than some average man like him. It was a strange form of torture, moving through negotiations and meetings on his trip. He put his usual effort into them, not wanting to incur any more issues, but his mind was completely elsewhere. While wondering around Wyndon, he found himself searching for any to bring back as a gift for you. Nothing seemed to call out to him. That was until he saw something in a children's shop.

🍙 By the time he was back in Paldea, he could feel his blood pressure up high. His feet carried him through the streets of Medali nervously, freezing a few times in deep thought. Would you still be there? He hoped you would give him a chance to apologise. The time away had given him the ability to consider the error of his ways. He opened the apartment door quietly. The sink was running in the kitchen as he saw the light pouring out from the door way in the low light of the late evening. The middle-aged man carried himself into the home, aware that you were now. Yet, before he could reach the doorway, you stepped out and stared at him. It was quiet for much too long. An awkward moment of refusal to make eye contact followed.

🍙 Larry pulled out the gift wordlessly and offered it out to you. He let out a breath. “... I shouldn't have said that,” the words came out as his stomach twisted, “I'm grateful you put up with a man like me. I was stressed and should have controlled myself better. I assure you that won't do it again to you.” You took the box and opened it quietly. Inside was a cute Alcremie plush holding a heart. A small laugh left you. Placing it on a nearby table, you walked towards him and hugged him. He returned the affection with ease, feeling at peace after everything. Home truly was with you, it seemed. “I love you,” Larry said after a while, “... I managed to get the next few days off.” The excitement on your face was like electricity in the air. His Oricorio would be envious. It seemed you two would be able to work this out.

🐈‍⬛️Nanu❤️‍🩹

🌑 It was not like him, honestly. Nanu had become pretty passive in his older age. Discourse and stress were not really worth it, he had discovered long ago. Yet, somehow, he managed to get into a fight with his partner. It was dumb, admittedly, and not entirely your fault. The Ultra Beast you had brought back from wherever you had been made him instantly go on edge. It had to be specifically that one, too. The Guzzlord made him instantly feel on the defensive. He said something harsh things that he knew he should not have, and you seemed so shocked by his sudden shift in personality that you ran off. He had not seen you since. The Kahuna wondered if you were done with him. He supposed he deserved it for what he had said.

🌑 Though, Acerola found him moping around with Meowths and quickly put to rest any worries. You had just been called out to some battle tournament thing for Champions and had gone away on a trip. Apparently, you had captured the Ultra Beast for it. Of course, whether you would actually come back to him after the trip was over remained in the air. The girl seemed distressed about how to respond to the situation. He understood. Nanu could not stand the Ultra Beasts, but accusing you of mocking him and trying to make him think about his past failures was simply wrong. You did not know about that because he did not tell you about it. Miscommunication was common, he guessed. But, you had seemed genuinely hurt and terrified by how he changed upon seeing the Guzzlord. This is why he liked Meowths, he supposed. They did not judge people like humans did.

🌑 He still wanted to apologise to you. As much as he hated to admit it, Nanu was fond of you. The old man wished he was not, but you unfortunately had made him care for you by going out of your way to spend time with him and just by being so loving towards him. He wondered why you wasted your time on him. There were a lot of men out in the world that were greater than him. He was just a lazy cop who avoided his duties until he had to do them. But, he was not one to deny someone what they wanted. Even if that meant sharing his couch bed with another person alongside his Meowths. Acerola had no idea when you would be back, however, so he just would have to play the waiting game.

🌑 While a certain friend of his had called him unlucky once, Nanu had not thought too much about it until a familiar voice called out to him as he ordered his usual meal at the Sushi High Roller in Malie. You had seemingly come out of nowhere, sheepishly smiling at him as you stood in the entranceway. He ordered your usual for you and watched as you followed him to where the both of you were normally seated. For a while, it was an awkward silence. He thought of a few things he could possibly say, but nothing came out. Your meals were just eaten in a strange quietness. Nanu brought this on himself. He closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, you were staring at him. “I'm sorry,” you apologised to him, “I didn't know that you… Were uncomfortable with UBs like that.”

🌑 He shook his head. “Don't blame yourself,” Nanu reassured you, “You didn't know, and I didn't tell you. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that.” Your eyes looked towards the floor. He reached across under the table to grab your hand. “I like you, kid,” he called you that nickname to tease you a bit, “I'm not mad. I understand if you don't want to bother with an old man like me any more-” He was cut off by you suddenly grasping his hand tightly. You shook your head. He sighed. “Hey, let's get out of here,” Nanu got up and headed to pay, “I feel like there's more you want.” Needless to say, the Kahuna felt completely reassured that you wanted this relationship later, and whatever awkwardness the miscommunication brought up was destroyed the minute you two were alone together.

🔥Kabu🏅

💥 He had no idea how the fight even started, really. Something between you two just lit up like a Fire Blast. Kabu wanted to pretend that he was not the type to get jealous, but something about how much time you seemed to be spending with Raihan. He supposed it made sense with you being the Champion and all, but he just felt oddly insecure. After all, Kabu was an older man and, despite how fit he was, there were times when he could not keep up with you. He was not proud of what he said. An accusation like that in a heated moment was a mistake. Especially when he was taking a trip back to Hoenn to visit family. You looked so hurt as you stormed out of your shared home in Motostoke to go who knows where. Attempts to call you were in vain as you refused to answer, and then he lost the ability to while in Hoenn.

💥 He truly could not even comprehend how those feelings came up inside his mind. You had never shown any romantic interest in Raihan, nor were you acting unhappy or discontented in your relationship with him. Kabu simply just felt as if you had suddenly were interested in him as you had been training with him more often. He even felt as if it were cutting into the time that you spent at home with him. If you wanted to train, he was more than willing to train with you. You were both his rival and lover, ultimately. Training with you was one of his favourite things to do. The more he lamented about it, the more it seemed apparent that he was not truly convinced that you were into Raihan, but upset that he was taking up time that you both usually shared. Some wizened old man he was. Kabu wanted to laugh and cry.

💥 As the gym leader wandered around his home region, he debated a way to truly make up for what he had done. Kabu would be certain to apologise first and foremost for his words, knowing fully well that it was his fault for acting in such a manner, but he wanted to show his affection at the same time. He wandered around a few markets and stores in the tropical region before stumbling across something sweet in the Lilycove Department Store. Of course, he thought as he looked at it, that would be an obvious way to apologise and would hopefully be something that you would like.

💥 The flight back home was a slightly nervous one. He hoped you had returned home in his absence, not wanting you to have to stay at a hotel or out camping. The familiar ambiance of Galar surrounded him as he boarded a train bound from Wyndon to Motostoke with a racing heart. The region he came to make his home was always quite different from the one he had originated from. He could complain endlessly about the delays with the trains, but he opted against it. This was his home, after all. It was here that allowed him to meet you and enjoy the battles he found himself continuing in well into his ageing self. Unlocking the door to his home, he felt more determined. Kabu entered and found you curled up on the couch with his Centiskorch. The sight was refreshing. You turned to look at him with curious eyes.

💥 “I'm sorry, love,” he stood before you and hung his head a bit, “I know what I said was completely off the mark, and I shouldn't have even said it.” You stared at him with big eyes, making his heart race. Kabu wanted to laugh at how well you had him trapped. Without a doubt in his mind, he knew that he would run himself ragged to make you happy. He pulled out the gift he got for you in Hoenn. “I love you,” he said plainly, “I hope this helps convey my feelings.” You picked up the pokeball out of his hand and sent out what was inside. A heart-shaped pokemon looked around the living room in confusion. The Luvdisc clearly had no idea what was going on. There were few, if any, in Galar due to restrictions, but he pulled a few connections to bring it in. Judging by the hug and kiss you gave to him, it seemed he was forgiven and understood.

[james-is-here]

I was suddenly inspired by this one clip of a female idol (I don't remember who [Found out it was Yeji]) that's been on my mind for some reason where she's wearing cargo pants i think with 'g-string' straps and the comments were saying that they were attached to the pants. I'm bad at describing things but basically I couldn't stop thinking about how those straps would look on the boys but I was mainly thinking of Chan.

I just think...Maybe you and Chan had been in some sort of relationship for a while and you gifted him a guys thong as a joke since you guys have settled into a comfortable relationship and like to joke with each other.

I don't know what else to say. 😅 This was a spur of the moment thought. (This turned out to be a one shot) Tags: Male reader, suggestive at the end, subby chan, "you" are younger then Chan, you/your pronouns.

It was a joke, saying he might look good in it but he didn't actually have to try it but one day, you were cleaning the dorm and found a random flash drive. You walked to Chan's room to see if it was his but were pleasantly surprised to see not just him quickly pulling down his shirt to hide something but the quick glimpse of a familiar white and red adorned to his hips.

You walk over to him, kicking the door closed, and placed your hands on his waist as he play innocent and asked what you needed. The drive and original train of thought you had left as soon as you saw it, you ignore Chan and glide your hands down his torso, feeling him shiver as his knees almost go weak and his hands fly to hold your forearms as his breathing becomes shallow while he watches your every move.

You take a moment to appreciate and look over his outfit, for once he's wearing something other than black, dark khakis and your white baggy shirt with a crudely drawn derpy cat with a middle finger. Your eyes catch on his hips and your hands proceed to scrunch the shirt in your fists that rest above his hips.

A small, barely audible gasp escapes you as you examine the fabric on his hips. They were from the brand Loverboy, the red band was purposefully pulled further up on the sides to be seen, taking the same path as his v-line into his pants. "J-Jagi?" Chan stutters out, feeling the same small feeling whenever he's under your roaming gaze. "Is it...bad?" Your eyes shoot up to his, noticing the sheepish look in his eyes before leaning forward, hands dropping the shirt in favor of feeling Chan's skin under your palms as you lead into a feverish kiss, immediately turning your kiss of reassurance into the start of a make out session.

You hum when his one of his hands find purchase at the back of your neck, gripping your hair to pull you closer as he relaxes in your hold while the other rests lazily on your pec, fisting the material of your top as he lets go and his worry melts away. Your hands slide to his hips and your thumb rubs back and forth on his skin and where the edge of the band ends. Tilting your head slightly to the left, you deepen the kiss, pulling him in closer, his hand on your chest sliding up to rest on your shoulder and the other moving from your hair to your jaw.

You loved it when he was relaxed, wether it be at the mercy of your hands in bed or cuddling on the couch while a movie you two lost interest in a while ago plays in the background as you just stare at each other. You know how much work he does and when he's relaxed, you're relaxed.

A small whine escapes from his mouth into yours, a sign that says he needs air but doesn't want to pull away, he never wants to pull away, so you do what you always do and pull away first but not too far, Chan doesn't like you being too far away.

The both of you pant, taking small gasps of air that you both can feel blow on your lips as you catch your breath. "D-Do you...Like me...wearing them?" He asks with a small voice between gasps of air. "Do I ever." You replied with the same tone, hands sliding out from under his shirt to behind him, squatting down slightly as you grip his thighs below his ass before picking him up effortlessly, a small protest with a yelp comes from Chan before he settles with his legs around your waist and arms holding a bit tighter around your neck as your hands settle on his ass.

"I might just get you more, Hyung." Chan blushes, hiding his burning face in your neck like he always does when he realizes just how pliant he gets from his dongsaeng, his group member, but most importantly his boyfriend.

You carry him over to the bed, carefully, albeit a little roughly, putting him on the bed. The shirt riding up slightly and Chan goes to fix it before you grab his hands and move to lightly pin them next to his head, eyes once again trailing along his hips, looking at sight of the bands next to his v-line and repeatedly trailing the straps down to his waistband a couple times before bringing your gaze back to his eyes that have started to glaze over with anticipation and excitement.

You lean down, kissing him again before forcing your tongue between his plush red lips, he immediately opens them, and swiping your tongue over his before pulling back, his eyes now glazed with need and desire for more as you smile, one hand untangling from his to bring it up and lift his chin slightly with your pointer finger while your thumb rubs his red, spit covered, plush bottom lip.

"Don't worry, Hyung, I'll treat you with more if you like them so much. At the moment, let your dongsaeng treat you to something else." You smirk when he whines, head softly falling back as his body fully relaxed, his body at your mercy as you lean back down, relinking your hand with his as you kiss him again and your tongue tangles with his and claims it as yours.

Did...Did I just write a suggestive drabble? With a coherent plot? that also kinda turned me on again too? I kinda also want to do scenarios of how reader reacts to the other members but that might be too much for me.

I'm really proud of this. I'm also trying to get into writing for you, the reader, more often cause my character inserts aren't getting much love and I have an experimental theory that Male readers are a more popular read than character inserts. That's my own theory though.

What's a bit funny is that I thought of this while rereading @moonlightndaydreams Skz Family fic 😂 kind of unrelated but it's put me in a sort of mood that has me wanting to finish "More than Group Mates"

I'm sorry my first series ever hasn't been updated much, haven't really been in the mood to write smut or anything at all. I guess if I just type out my thoughts, the actions and scenes and what's happening come to me and my writers block is gone.

Anyway, I hope you like this. I do.

Okay bye. ✌🏼

[gent-art]

Insomniac Spider-Man V Arkham Zsasz

(Fanart of Insomniac Spider-Man V Arkham Asylum’s Rogues Gallery p2/??)

(The gist/ fanfic of how we got to the art above)

The battle reaches its conclusion as Spider-Man defeats Bane, leaving him webbed up and unconscious. Bane’s last word, “Bruja,” lingers in Peter’s mind, a cryptic utterance that haunts him as he learns more about Dr. Young and her possible connection to all this. After a brief conversation with the tired Commissioner Gordon, Spider-Man begins to piece together a troubling connection between Dr. Young, her research, and the Joker. Gordon assures him he’ll handle transporting Bane back to Blackgate, allowing Spider-Man to pursue answers.

Before swinging off toward the north wing of Arkham Asylum, Peter glances one final, solemn look at Bane, a flicker of curiosity crossing his mind as he wonders what could drive someone to such a dark path.

Through conversations with Oracle (Barbara Gordon) and Alfred Pennyworth, Spider-Man begins to understand Arkham’s labyrinthine chaos—and the skepticism his presence brings. They keep him at arm’s length, wary of his intentions, curious about Batman’s absence, and unsure why their systems had granted him access with Batman not being connected.

Barbara, initially cautious, starts to warm up to Peter after his efforts to save her father and subdue Bane. As he navigates Arkham’s wings and sewers to track down Dr. Young, Oracle provides guidance, small talk punctuating their exchanges. The asylum echoes with screams and the clanging of metal, amplifying the foreboding atmosphere.

When Barbara questions why Spider-Man, an outsider, would involve himself in Arkham’s horrors, he responds:

“Yeah, this place gives me the creeps. Each minute i’m here, I can feel this place itching at me and trying to claw at my head. Way creepeier than Ravencroft… But if people need my help, I have to be here. It seems now if I were to turn away now, alot of people can either get hurt or worse. With great power comes great responsibility. I don’t know how your guy did it, but I’ll do my best to keep this from spiraling out of control.”

His words resonate with Barbara and Alfred. Beneath the humor and quips, they see Peter’s resolve—a softer, unique kind of heroism. Words that are as powerfuls as Batman with a softness to it that make it unique to Pete.

Spider-Man’s journey takes him to Arkham Mansion, where armored goons guard Dr. Young’s research. Oracle reveals her troubling connection to “Jack White,” one of the Joker’s aliases. Determined, Peter disarms the guards and frees hostages while Joker taunts him. Unlike Batman, who might let the Joker ramble, Spider-Man fires back with his trademark wit.

The goons laugh at Spider-Man’s retorts, fueling Joker’s frustration. Harley Quinn’s attempts to soothe him only add to the chaos. Beneath the banter, Peter’s anger grows as Joker delights in tormenting his victims, making their suffering into a game.

Discovering Dr. Young’s research notes, Spider-Man resolves to destroy them, ensuring they can’t be used for further harm. His resolve to stop the Joker strengthens, even as his path to Dr. Young is interrupted by Scarecrow’s fear toxin.

His This second encounter with the gas drags Peter into a vivid hallucination, reliving the night Uncle Ben died. He walks home after his wrestling match, only to find police cars and flashing lights surrounding his Queens home. Aunt May’s anguished cries echo in his mind as a cold numbness washes over him. For a fleeting moment, the desire for vengeance consumes him.

Fighting through the hallucinations and masked thugs, Peter escapes Scarecrow’s grip, finding himself atop the asylum’s bell tower. With renewed determination, he navigates the hospital as Oracle informs him that Victor Zsasz has taken Dr. Young hostage in the warden’s office and library.

Zsasz, desperate to protect himself from Spider-Man, holds Dr. Young as leverage. Peter, undeterred, devises a plan to take him down, ready to confront another of Arkham’s twisted denizens.

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Roses dipped in blood

( killer chat ) ronin x reader

trigger warning:

slight gore

Ronin holds the bouquet with a confident grip, despite the weight of the world pressing down on him. The blooms are fragile, but he knows he can handle them. The petals are soft, velvet against his fingertips, and their perfume hangs heavy in the air, a bittersweet comfort as the warmth of his own blood trickles down his side. Ronin clutches them tighter, the stems digging into his palms as he presses forward, each step a battle against the darkness creeping into his vision.

The roses are red, but not as red as the stain spreading across Ronin's shirt. It is a crimson bloom far more vivid than any nature could create. Ronin staggers, the world tilting as pain surges through his body, but he keeps going. He is anchored by the thought of your face, your touch, your voice calling Ronin's name. Ronin promised he'd come home, and he'll keep that promise, no matter what.

The streets blur together, the cobblestones slick beneath Ronin's feet, each step a stark reminder of his vulnerability. The flowers feel heavier with every passing moment, as if they are absorbing the weight of his determination and desperation. Ronin whispers your name like a prayer, a lifeline in the storm raging within him. "I'm coming," Ronin declares, his voice firm and unwavering, despite the night.

The blood drips steadily now, marking Ronin's journey with a macabre trail. The stems of the roses are slick, their thorns pressing into his hands, drawing more crimson into their bloom. Ronin doesn't stop. Ronin can't stop. Every step forward is a triumph, a defiance of the inevitability clawing at him. He's losing himself, piece by piece, but it doesn't matter as long as he reaches you.

The pain is searing. It is a wildfire consuming Ronin from the inside out. He feels it, sharp and unrelenting, but it's muted now, dulled by the singular focus driving him. The bouquet is his shield, his sword, his message to the world that he is still here, still fighting. The roses are stained now, their red deepened by the life pouring from Ronin, but they are still beautiful, still perfect in their fragile defiance.

Ronin breathes in ragged gasps, each inhale a battle, each exhale a surrender. The world narrows to the path ahead, to the faint light spilling from the windows of his home, a beacon calling him back to the one place where he's ever felt safe. Ronin doesn't feel safe now. He feels like he's fading, like the edges of him are blurring, but he keeps going. He has to.

As the steps come into view, Ronin's heart clenches with a sharp, unmistakable ache. It has nothing to do with the wound tearing him apart. The sight of the door, of the home he has shared, gives him one last burst of strength, a final push against the tide pulling him under. He is going to fight this. Ronin advances with determination, his knees refusing to yield as the burden of the journey intensifies.

Ronin collapses on the steps, the bouquet slipping from his hands, the roses scattering around him like fallen soldiers. Their petals are soaked now, the blood soaking into their soft folds, staining them with the price of Ronin's love. He reaches out, his fingers brushing against the wood of the door, but he can't go any further. This is where it ends. This is as close as Ronin can get.

The world tilts again, and the darkness rushes in to claim him. Ronin fights it, his vision blurring as he wipes away the tears and the blood on his face. "I'm here," Ronin declares, his voice strong and clear, though he doesn't know if anyone can hear him. These words are for you, and for himself. They are a fragile thread, connecting him to the life slipping away.

Ronin feels the cold now, the warmth of his blood pooling around him, draining him of what little strength he has left. The roses, once vibrant and alive, now seem to dim, their beauty fading with Ronin. Ronin knows you will understand. You will see the message in the crimson-streaked petals, in the path he carved to reach you.

Ronin's breathing slows, each gasp shallower than the last. The pain is distant now, a dull throb at the edges of his awareness. Ronin focuses on the door, on the hope that you'll open it, that you'll see him, that you'll know he tried. The bouquet is a testament, a silent confession of the love that kept Ronin moving even as the world fell apart.

The darkness is close now, a comforting shroud pulling Ronin into its embrace. He doesn't fight it. Ronin lets it come, his eyes slipping closed as the world falls away. The last thing Ronin feels is the rough texture of the steps beneath him, the faint scent of roses mingling with the metallic tang of blood.

And then there is nothing.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Carpe Noctem 26

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, gaslighting, manipulation, violence, blood, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (short!reader)

Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

The car seat does little to assuage the spike driving deeper and deeper under your shoulder. You grip the wheel tight, in silence, as you follow your usual route back to Lloyd's place. Not home. No, you're only there as long as he lets you be. Last night was a message received.

You pull up the long drive and come to a stop beside his car. You lean forward, groaning as another zap runs up your neck. You whimper and stay as you are, mustering the strength to go inside.

A tap disturbs your agonized trance and you push yourself up, straightening your arms as you keep a hold on the wheel. Lloyd's hand falls away from the window and he pulls on the handle. You reach to flip the lock up and let him open the door.

"You hidin' from me, buttercup?" He leans on the door, one foot hooked over the other.

"Nope, had some running around to do."

You slide your keys out of the ignition and grab your purse. You suck down the pain as you get out of the car and rip the door out from under his arm. He stands straight as you hit the lock button.

"Running around? Doing what, exactly?"

You look at him. His shadow looms in the evening, menacing and mean.

"Nothing you need to worry about. I'm home now, what do you need?"

He snorts, "what's the big deal? I'm curious. Daycare don't stay open that late--"

"Like I said, running around. Bank and stuff. Besides, what do you care?"

"I don't, not really, but I'm horny and I don't like waiting."

You suck in your cheeks. That much is clear about the man. He doesn't think above the waist. And you don't seem to have an ounce of good judgment, so whatever.

"Let me just get inside and I'll take care of you."

"Take care of me? How?" He asks giddily as he turns on his heel to stride in pace with you up the walk.

"However you like."

"You okay, Mimi, you sound... tense."

"Fine," you reach to rub your neck, "I'll just get washed up first."

"No need, I like it sweaty," he steps ahead of you and opens the door.

You go inside and keep your back to him as you roll your eyes. He can be absolutely disgusting. You knew that from the start, but you're still not sure why you chose to put up with it. It's almost worth it to go back to Johnny. Almost.

"I got an idea, you get naked, put an apron on, and I'll put you up on the counter again."

"Lloyd," you sigh as you put your purse down and peel off your jacket, "I'm really tired, can we just... be lazy?"

"Hmm, I guess, how about you get on your stomach, I like the view from back there."

"Sure," you kick off your boots. "I just need to get off my feet."

"Mmm, don't sound so excited."

You say nothing. You make a path to the couch, stripping as you do. Jeans then your shirt. FUCK! Another electric ripple that has you keeling over, barely catching yourself against the couch.

You untangle yourself from the shirt and push yourself up. Lloyd touches your back and you flinch, further jolting your neck. You nearly shriek, instead gnashing your teeth as you face him.

"What's up, doll face?"

"Nothing," you his out and strain to reach the back of your bra.

You unhook the clasps and turn away again. You shimmy out of your panties and move forward, getting onto your stomach. It feels nice, despite the circumstance. You angle your face towards the back of the couch.

You wait. Nothing happens. You push yourself up on your elbows and turn your head as far as you can to peek at Lloyd. You give him a 'well?' look.

"You know what," he shifts on his feet as he meets your eye. Usually he'd be too distracted by your ass, "I'm tired."

"Huh?" You drop your head back down, "right."

You steel yourself and sit up. You lean back and groan. God damn it! Everything hurts.

"Disappointed?" He asks.

"No," you say, more crisply than you intend.

You get up, fighting not to fall back, and gather your clothes up. You're embarrassed that you just flopped down like that for him and he backs out. Maybe he doesn't want you anymore. Good.

Or maybe not so good. You don't really have anywhere else to go. He knows that and just like everything else, he probably doesn't care.

“Did I do something?” You ask as you hug your clothes in front of you.

He won't look at you as he bounces on his feet. He shakes his head and clicks his tongue.

“Nope, just not feeling it,” he shrugs.

“Oh, have you eaten? I might make something–”

“Save it,” he waves you off and struts past you, “I got a call to make.”

He leaves you, confused and reeling. You drag your feet out to the entryway and grab your phone from your purse. You take it with you upstairs, hobbling a step at a time. You stumble into the guest room and drop your clothes.

You'll stay hungry. You're too tired and sore. You lay down and resign yourself to a grumbling stomach.

Your appeal should be done soon with the daycare. Worse comes to worst, you'll stay at the cafe and start applying to other places. You're not bound to Lloyd, he's made that crystal clear, so you better get ready to cut the cord.