#and he looks all fricked up because so much of his body burned away

[milqueskin]

Dr. Mort my beloved

CW: medical stuff, dismemberment (of dolls), blood

Full name: Mortimer Doulaire (Doulaire sounds like “douleur,” which means “pain” in French)

From a race of doll-people. I’ll make a separate post about them later, but basically, they’re made of stuffing and cloth. They don’t feel pain and are relatively hard to kill, compared to humans.

Weighs like 20 pounds since he is just a human-sized doll (easy to fling around).

Old. He was like 100 when he died (doll-people can't die from old age). He was able to study and practice medicine for a really long time, making him more skilled than any human doctor could be.

French accent (but I don't know if the T in his name is silent or not).

Chose to study human medicine because he’s fascinated by human biology. But in a weird way. He wanted a job that allowed him to dissect people for fun without it being illegal.

He mentored Dr. Heartfelt, and he helped shape his beliefs by being the kind of doctor Heartfelt absolutely DID NOT want to become.

Well-known for his terrible bedside manner. He’s unsympathetic, un-reassuring, non-communicative, and borderline dehumanizing.

People (sort of) tolerate him despite this because he’s a doll-person and he doesn’t fully understand things like pain or what it’s like to be sick. (There’s some truth in this, but he’s smart enough to know better.)

Also because they sometimes don’t have a choice. There’s a shortage of doctors in Candle Cove.

Doesn't care about medical ethics. As long as something sounds exciting and relatively safe, he'll do it. Experimentation is the foundation of science!

He’s known for this. If people want strange and illegal procedures done and are accepting of the risks, they see him.

Seems careless and risky, but he does take the safety of his patients seriously. If a patient dies, that means he’s failed, and he’s too prideful for that.

After he finished medical school, he moved to Candle Cove and opened a clinic.

Because of his extensive experience, he was regarded as the best doctor in the region. Sometimes the other doctors had to refer their patients to him, and they hated it (i.e. needing to condemn their patients to him and his inhumane treatment whenever they had problems too complex for them to fix themselves).

Inevitably got into legal trouble for malpractice. He joined the Tarantula Crew to evade law enforcement.

The rest of the crew didn't know this. I mean, they suspected it, but never asked about it.

Red Mary killed him first, dismembered him, and used his remains (stuffing) as kindling when she burned down the ship.

He’s affable and even kind outside his work. He asks people to call him by his first name. People who’ve never had to see him think he’s a good man.

He’s also fairly polite to his patients, but in a superficial way. Like, he says please and thank you, but it’s like, “PLEASE don’t scream so loudly while I saw off your leg without anesthesia.”

Somewhat prideful. He works for the satisfaction of it and thinks he can do anything (but is he wrong?).

Fears death. He was groveling and everything during the attack (to Mary’s amusement).

His hands and forearms are stained with blood (this is subtle enough to look like it’s just his natural skin color).

Uses his left shoulder as a pincushion for sewing needles. (Dr. Heartfelt does this, too.) (I headcanon him to be a doll-person as well, btw)

Skin-Taker has his button eyes sewn onto his cape somewhere.

Or, alternatively, Red Mary made earrings out of them.

[tusk-rumours]

wendigo helps us to uck

authors note: proper fic because i am not drunk

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summary: wendigo hurts us, the boys are concerned so we fuck

co-wrote with @mxilkyways , thank you so much for this! you’re gonna ask me what i’m doing and it’s called crediting you for your hard work 🥰🥰

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we hunt in the woods

the wendigo gives us big scratch

owie

seqg 5sqon68rn uf

we go bacj to motel, dean cursing as he drifves

the door closes, the boys face us

what the frick?!?! tgqrt whas bit xiii, ma.

i did what i had to do, come lick jp my blood, freak. ok

desan licks our wound with his sexy, active tongue, while sam crouces down, wrapping his arms around our leg, mosnimg.

sammy come up here.

but baby you're injured, i dont want to hurt you, let me make you all better okay?

fuck me.

okay.

dean p0uts you flat on the bed, spread like butter on a quality, fresh slice of white bread. he setlles over you, sam on hus back like a monkey, as they both stare down at yu hungrily.

bite my wound.

they bite like vampires, hungry and needy. as they do this, it summons prince charming from shrek.

im hot, and i have good hair. my lips are cherry flavoured, want to taste?

mmmm yes please dean sighs, leaninfg in. prince charming and dean move to the other bed, makimng passionate love. mmmcherry, CHREERY.

me and asam, alone.

you aere so fucking hot i wanna lick you all over, giving you everything you want, just top me and fuck me already i need you more than i need air to drink. please.

i have been waiting for you to day that, i wanna rail you and hold you and pull yiur hsir and put me uop into yorur lungs, trust me im that big.

i bet u are.

come get this sexy, i say.

wait i gotta make a tweet, get the fuck off me sam.

w-what? no, pay attention to me.

no, my fans need me, i must make a semi-problematic tweet that will have the internet spiralling and half of. it turning against me, please, let me do this, its critical to the development of my career.

baby no, just talk to me.

i cant over the moans of dean and prince charming, they loud af.

lets go somewhere private.

no i wanna join. chaerming, let me top you, and i can pull those luscious locks to a new dimension, fairy godmother dont have to know ok

you are a. beast y/n

let me unravel you like the layers of an onion, my prince. let me shove my dronkey sized strap on up your dragon sized badussy, king.

yes, my maginifcant queen - i will let you penertrate me.

what about me? dean whines as his weaping weanus sits erect against his breasts

yes, you will get attention too dean, now go annally fuck sammy while i tweeet about prince chaerming and i

ok, slay

good boy dean

my tweet: 'i love my prince charming he is so humble, i fuck him like no other, sammy and dean are fducking nedxt to me but i ignore, thus me previal, i look at my golden retriever boyfriend above me, the cherry scent filling my synapses. a medieval meal, please. he says right away ma'am and takes me straight to pound town in a land far, far away.'

10k reblogs in 10 mins. #iconic

ok now u can fuck me. proceed sire.

he insered

his rather large genetalia broke forth my vaginal ducts and penertrated me. i could thus feel every vein and protrusion amgong his beast as he rapidly thrusted into thy vagine. his sire's hips sputter as hsis seed fills my walls, childering swimming in my hole.

i groan

sam - we stop. im having a vision.

what is it

prince mr sexy charming will murder us all!!!

oh no

seize him dean states in that sexy dominant tone of his.

the clothed fly back on our bodies. sam, are you sure?

yes, kill the bastard.

no but his monster cock :(((((

live without it whore

k. '

he dies bc dean strangles him.

man, i wish, i think.

sam reads my mind. i can read minds too, purify yourself you fucking dirty slut.

wait, NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

sam pours holy water on me, and i burn.

mm nedcrophilly.

emnd of scene.

[queentala]

Lorcan bedroom headcanons

Lorcan Salvaterre x reader

Warnings: NSFW obviously... Please don’t read if you’re not comfortable <3

Words:1288

500+ years of experience, 7 ft of pure muscle and is a fricking warrior... Do I really need to say that this bitch is fucking sex god?

Well Lorcan has soft side for this one special person aka YOU so I think your sex would really depend on what you like. And because we're all whores, we're going rough. Let's go!

No matter how tall your are or what's your body type - next to Lorcan you will always look small and what's go with it - SIZE KINK

He loves seeing you under him, so helpless and totally submissive. How you struggle to take all of his cock or when your hands hold onto his muscular arms and look so tiny. And how big his hands are compared to literally every part of your body.

And those long, agile fingers... When you make out and you’re sitting on Lorcan laps, your legs on both his sides and he thrust them deep inside you without any warning. He can immediately find all of your most sensitive spots, hitting them hard and fast as his thumb play with your clit and you’re shaking and cumming within seconds.

When he’s eating you out Lorcan likes when you’re sitting on his face. It’s so fucking hot when you are not able to stay upright and you have to hold onto bed post to don’t collapse. Or the other way - he will throw you no the bed and immediately kneel between your legs, not giving you even a second to realize what’s happening. 

He’s as skilled with his tongue as with his fingers. And he always bite and drag his canines along your clit making you scream when pain mixed with pleasure hits you. Basically he can make you loose your mind so fast that he’s not even done with foreplay yet and you’re already shaking, screaming and panting, staring at the ceiling with a gaze of ecstasy.

His dick is huge, okay!? And it’s almost impossible for you to fit it in your mouth so mostly you must use your hands, occasionally dragging your tongue along his whole length making Lorcan grunt and moan in pleasure. But who knows... Maybe after lots of practice you’ll be able o give him some more... 😏

Lorcan is really strong so he can easily pick you up and throw around, manhandle you in general. He can hold you down with his iron grip when you’re moving too much or when you push away from him because you’re too overstimulated he brings you even closer and force you to take what he’s giving you.

And I think it’s obvious that Lorcan is the dominant one all the time. Don’t even think about taking control because he would immediately bend over you and put you into submission, giving you THAT look, whispering dirty stuff into your ear and touching your body in most sensitive places making you melt into him.

This guy has stamina. Fast, rough, deep. No mercy. He can easily spend whole day and night with you under him, only taking short breaks for you to catch your breath. He would make you cum several times before doing it himself and even then Lorcan only needs few breaths to start getting hard again.

Mostly he finishes inside you but sometimes he likes to cum on your belly or breasts and leave it there because you look so hot covered in his seed, claimed as his and his only.

Lorcan is not very vocal. Most often you will hear low grunts and curses fall from his lips but sometimes he’s not able to control himself and he finishes with loud scream and few moans. You on the other hand... It’s impossible to stay quiet when this man is literally fucking life out of you so yeah... He doesn’t mind it though.

So we know Elide has big boobs and Essar has curves like a fricking goddess so I bet everything that Lorcan loves big booty, thick thighs and boobies (who doesn’t though?) so if you got those you get +10 points. Like he would scan you from head to toes with his eyes literally black from desire burning in them and then worship you in all ways possible.

He sleeps with his hand on your ass. (Gotta protect his property, ya know)

He likes to grab it in general. Cooking? He will come behind you wrapping one arm around your waist and resting the other hand on your ass. Casually walking past him? You get little pat on your butt. Walking past group of males? His hand on your ass within seconds. Fucking you from behind? He squeeze it so hard you have bruises the next few days.

He would prefer overstimulating than edging. He doesn’t like to refuse you anything and by overstimulating he can destroy you more. It doesn’t mean he don’t edge you though. Sometimes he wouldn’t allow you to come for an hour or two and then fuck you mercilessly for another few hours, bringing you to fulfillment after fulfillment.

You had fucked on every surface in your house possible. Lorcan especially loves to do it on the dining table or bend you over kitchen counter with his hand on your throat. Also you often do it in the bath but it’s more like slow, romantic sex where he guides your hips with one hand and with other one holds you tightly to his chest while marking your neck with his canines.

Does he own any sex toys? Bitch, he is a sex toy, end of discussion. Like he can already easily destroy you and now imagine what he would do with all this assortment... Bro. You wouldn't survive this.

When he sees you in only his shirt and nothing more... Baby you’re getting railed. One look at you and he’s already hard and ready to go.

Okay, like I said before Lorcan has soft side and actually can be gentle and romantic.

Sometimes he would softly lie you down on pillows and climb over you yet not in dominant way but protective. He would brush your hair behind your ear and stare into your eyes with look full of love and a small smile. He goes slow but very deep, letting you enjoy every inch and every second. In moments like this Lorcan wants to be as close to you as possible, slipping one arm around your waist and pressing you to his chest, softly kissing your lips and caressing your body with his warm hands.

After intense evening or night sex when you lay almost unconscious Lorcan gently cleans you up, dress you in one of his shirts and tuck you under soft blankets. Quickly he joins you, laying you against his chest and stroking your hair until you fall asleep.

After morning sex he helps you get dress and carries you downstairs in his arms and then hold you close when you both make breakfast.

After quickies during the day you always have endorphin boost so you just go back to your duties but with big smiles on your faces and sparkles in eyes.

When it’s night and you already finished your fun but none of feels like falling asleep you spend hours talking about things from totally basic ones like your day to deep life questions and conspiracy theories. And after you finally doze off Lorcan will lay next to you, melted by your cuteness, smiling to himself because he loves you so much.

Ask: I want to write poly Lorcan x reader x Rowan and I don’t know if I should make Lorcan and Rowan date or not because I can totally see it but on the other hand I’m not sure so... give me your opinions and look out for another post <3

[hawksugarbaby]

Dabi x reader- slumber

Fluff + Platonic

You liked being at the forefront of people's dreams. You liked creeping into their lives to weave the perfect story while they recharge their batteries and let you wander. You pieced together what they saw that day and judged whether they woke up soaked in cold sweat or clawing their way back to what you'd written for them while they slept knowing it was a futile attempt.

Writing nightmares made you feel guilty though. It wasn't like you wanted your sleepers to feel afraid to go to bed but if there was nothing there for you to use but bad memories all you could give them were bad dreams. There was one man you rarely saw. He mustn't have slept often because you couldn't even sense him sleeping when you were creating the dreams.

In his dreams he had white hair at the roots but ash covered his locks making it black and matted. He was pale and skinny and tall. He had garrish burned skin across his body. You were sure you were the only one who had seen them in some places, he didn't want to show his body to other people since he spent so much of his memories angrily fixing himself in front of mirrors. And his past of course was filled with flames and hands and uncontrollable power so all you could do for him every time was write him a nightmare. He must have been a criminal you assumed from the stuff you'd seen but you still felt bad.

One night though you were creeping around weaving together his memories in the loom of chaos when another head popped up next to you shaking away the cloud around his head. "AGHHHH!" You screamed, slapping his face away and clutching the threads close to your chest.

"What the hell!"

"ARE YOU LUCID RIGHT NOW WHAT THE FRICK" you screeched at the man who was definitely the one dreaming.

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU! WHY ARE YOU IN MY DREAM" his voice was loud enough you could feel it in your rib cage. Jumping around crazily and bullying your heart to beat faster. You were certainly startled by the man appearing next to you so suddenly.

"I make the dreams dummy. Or in your case the-"

"Nightmares yeah I know. So can I fix that somewhere? is there a complaints box?" His footsteps fell into a pace to keep up with you on your cloud, braiding the memories together and he pinged one of the threads like a guitar string.

"What no there's not a complaints box why would there be a complaints box"

"Uh so I can complain?"

You snickered and rolled your eyes deciding to focus most of your time on weaving his nightmare. "Can't complain dummy"

He cringed disliking that you refused to swear and pinged at the long web you'd knit in front of you. It felt saccharine in this dream land. "What, I can't complain about my own dream? Sounds biased as hell and only in your favor"

You groaned and shook your head. "I can't make you good dreams. You don't have any good memories. I can only use memories I have to make dreams. Maybe be a better person first" you scoffed and if you could you would fly away but you had to stay on one path until the dream was finished despite him lucid dreaming.

"Pff I have good memories. Just last week I had a really good burger" he hummed in satisfaction praying to have another burger that good next week. "And, pissing off my dad was pretty cool, he doesn't know he's my dad he's so stupid." A small sigh escaped your lungs and his eyes quickly darted to you with a cocked eyebrow "what are they not good enough for you?"

"Quite literally no"

"What how no-"

You answered before he finished the question. "Because they have nothing to sustain them." a dumbfounded look fell over his face then switched to annoyance. "You can't expect me to use 2 good memories out of 20 bad ones and still expect a good dream? And their hardly memories, eating a burger is a moment, it's a different thing. Do good things that don't traumatise you, have good memories and then come back to me"

He huffed and dipped back under the cloud and you flew away to the next sleeper.

The next day you were back in Dabi's head. Expecting nothing but bad once again, or maybe he would be there waiting for you to critique your weaving, judge your expertise but no you were greeted with usual memories.

Apart for one.

Him, in a puffy, shredded, black jacket with stuffing pouring out the quilting. Sitting down in an alleyway next to a bin which was pretty disgusting. And it didn't look like much to you before you'd waited a few more seconds and a puppy came running down the alley searching for food, a tiny little sheltie sniffing the cracks and corners for something to fill it's belly. And the sleeping man pulled a burger out of the bin and shook it, getting the puppies attention.

The dog took kindly to dabi and made itself comfy in his lap eating small pieces of burger meat at a time dabi made sure to break it up so the dog wouldn't choke. "Strays like us gotta stick together." he says and pulls off his jacket making a wair pile out of it and putting the puppy in it. "This is a bed. You might not realise it but a good bed gives you something to come back to at the end of the day. It's not a great house, but it can become a good home"

"That's sweet of him" you smile and pull that memory to weave into the dream.

And night after night you would see more and more good memories you could make into better, and finally good dreams you like putting together. He wasn't a good person by that time, still a villain, still a killer, but he did enough other stuff that was good that meant you could make a good dream. And you thoroughly enjoyed watching that puppy every day.

And then his head popped up through the clouds again.

"Here to complain?" you smirk and he walks along with you.

"Nah, just, thanks for the good dreams I guess" he shrugs and tries shoving his hands into his pockets then realises he's in his pyjamas which don't have pockets.

"Well I actually have material now. Which is nice" you smile and lower the cloud you were floating on so he could sit on it and dangle his feet off the edge which he accepted. "I like the dog"

"Yeah. me too"

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[awindylife-writes]

Voyage of the Damned Part 2

Relationships: the Doctor x reader, Astrid x reader (platonic), Astrid x Doctor (platonic)

Summary: Voyage of the Damned rewrite. The Doctor and you find yourselves on the Titanic, space edition. You meet Astrid and get ready for a wonderful day, but then a meteor shower hits the ship and it starts falling towards Earth.

Author's notes: There was a number of things l didn't like about this Christmas special so again, l rewrote it.

Warnings: a ship crashes, multiple mentions of dearth bc a lot of people die

"Oi, Steward! I'm telling you, the shields are down!" a new man yelled.

"LISTEN TO HIM! LISTEN TO HIM!" the Doctor desparately screamed in the Steward's face. The two crewmen let him go and you didn't know it, but it was too late.

A moment later the ship started rocking like it was being torn apart, because it was. You lost your footing and fell back as everything turned sideways.

"Y/N!!!!" you heard the Doctor's terrified scream through the noise of the ship's destruction and the cries of other passengers. You couldn't even get a good look at where he was before something in the walls exploded and you threw yourself away.

You found Astrid near you and thank god for that. "I've got you!" you yelled over the noise and gripped her tight as you tried to shield her from the hell around you.

Then there were arms around you too, holding you up and protecting you. You knew those arms.

The Doctor had found you and the three of you clung to each other in that madness. You could feel each shudder of the ship like a wave of an earthquake. You tried to keep yourself steady and upright but you were the snow in a snowglobe someone was shaking. Balance was a mith and everything was being ripped apart. Various pieces of equipment were falling on all sides, there was fire burning all around you; you could feel its heat on your skin and you breathed its smoke. You felt sick from being thrown around but you were too terrified to hurl.

You couldn't close your eyes even though you wanted to. Everything in you was screaming to watch out for danger, but there was so much of it around you you didn't know where to look. You stared at disaster over Astrid's shoulder and the Doctor's arm. Shadow and light mixed into a disorienting mess and the shades the fire threw joined the dance. You coudn't distinguish what was near and what was far but you still looked.

The only thing you could do was clutch Astrid and the Doctor with all the strength you possessed and wish they wouldn't be harmed.

Finally you were thrown to the side in one last bang and then it stopped. You were lying on the floor and partly on the Doctor. He was on his back, still holding you and Astrid.

After a breath he let go, then stood up and swiftly looked around. You sat up, thankful you were still in one piece. You let go of Astrid enough to check her over and relief washed over you when you found out she was unharmed. You were about to yell if everyone was okay but the Doctor sushed you. After a moment of absolute silence he quetly declared, "It's stopping."

He then looked down at you in worry and offered you a hand. "You alright?"

As you quietly nodded, he looked over at your friend. "Astrid?"

She nodded too and took the hand he'd offered her. He pulled both of you to your feet.

"Bad name for a ship," he told you, scowling. "Either that, or this suit is really unlucky."

"We'll get you a new one and then we'll test that theory," you smiled weakly at him.

He looked at you, grateful, and then you heard Astrid suck in a breath.

The three of you looked down at the unlucky officer who was on the ground close to you. The Doctor kneeled to check him over. You saw him shake his head at the Steward and your stomack turned to stone.

~

The Steward was dead now too. You looked out the door with the Doctor, at the wreckage and the distant Earth. Still beautiful, you thought to yourself. You were a bit dazed, nothing felt real and everything was too real at the same time.

You knew you never wanted to feel so powerless again, but you also knew that drive was in you still. You would help where you could.

You gathered yourself and asked, "What happened?"

"How come the shields were down?" Astrid demanded a second later. You jumped, you hadn't noticed her there. She smiled gently at you, blue eyes kind, and caressed your shoulder. You managed a small, grateful smile in return.

"I don't think it was an accident," the Doctor growled. You figured that.

"How many dead?" Astrid and you asked in one voice, both looking at the Steward's body out in space. She was indignant though, while you were simply sad.

"We're alive," the Doctor answered her and then looked at you. "Focus on that," he told you gently. He knew what people being hurt did to you.

"I'll get you out of here," his voice was soft but firm. Then he turned to Astrid and you followed his eyes. She was trembling, still looking out at the result of the hell you all had endured. You took her hand into yours and squeezed it.

"I will get you both out of here," the Doctor assured her. "Astrid, l promise. Look at me." He held her shoulders and when she found his eyes, he assured her again, "I promise."

You were glad, because when the Doctor promised something, it happened. You needed her to live. Even if she'd want nothing to do with you after this, you needed her to live. Even if she had been anyone else, you would have done your damnest to ensure she survived, but Astrid was extraordinary. To think about the universe without her?

No. No.

After she nodded shakily, he concluded, "Good," and turned around. He went on about reception but you tuned him out. Instead, you looked Astrid in the eye and then pulled her closer. She gratefully accepted the hug.

"You heard what the Doctor said and l'll say it too. I promise we'll get you out of here." You squeezed her shoulder in emphasis.

She breathed deeply and slowly let go. Then she smiled and her bright eyes crincled. "Thank you," she told you gratefully. You nodded and swung your still joined hands.

"You know, l met you about two hours ago, but now l think l've known you for years," she said in wonder.

"Yeah?" you asked her and she nodded, still smiling. "I feel that way too," you told her, giddy in this moment. You both grinned at each other.

"Oh," the Doctor's sad voice cut through.

You whirled around. "What is it what's wrong?"

"That's the TARDIS over there," he told you and you desparately searched for the blue box with your eyes. He was right, it was spinning in zero gravity, so close but still out of your reach.

"What is that?" Astrid asked in confusion.

"It's our ship," you told her, throat tight. "It's our home."

"And it's programmed to lock onto the nearest centre of gravity, and that would be the Earth."

~

You took care of the other passengers with Astrid as the Doctor talked to the bridge. You overheard enough to know the picture.

"Are we going to die?" Foon asked and everything started going downhill.

The Doctor sushed the frightened passengers. "First things first," he began in a determined voice. "One, we're gonna climb through this ship. B, no, two, we're gonna reach the bridge. Three, or c, we're gonna save the Titanic. And, coming in a very low four, or d, or that little iv in brackets they use in footnotes, follow me."

Good, that was good, you thought to yourself. Always good to establish a goal.

"Hang on a minute." The fricking billionare decided to show he's an ass. "Who put you in charge?" he demanded. "And who the hell are you anyway."

"I'm the Doctor. I'm a Time Lord." Sparks flew behind him and he was suddenly bigger than everyone in the hall.

"I'm from the planet Gallifrey in the constellation of Casterbourus." You were grinning like mad. You could almost hear magestic music playing.

"I'm nine hundred and three years old, and l'm the man who's gonna save your lives and all six billion people on the planet below. And she's gonna help," he interjected, looking at you. "Have you got a problem with that?" he asked the billionare.

"No," the man admitted, baffled.

The Doctor turned to you. "In that case..."

"Allons-y," you said for him with a smile and started walking. You turned back, grinning at the group as the Doctor fell into step with you. You found Astrid with your eyes and nodded your head for her to join you.

~

"This whole thing could come crashing down any minute!" the billionare whined as he helped you clear the staircase of debris.

"Oh, Brixton, did you get that message?" you asked him sweetly.

He frowned in confusion. "No, what message?"

"Shut up," you told him, not covering up your annoyance.

Then you heard from above, "Bannacafalata, made it!"

You climbed up behind Astrid. You weren't about to leave her alone on this bloody ship.

~

Foon's screams echoed in the chasm. Death, death, all around you death, whywhywhywhy WHY?!?!

~

"Alright, when it's ready, that blue light comes on there," the Doctor pointed at the spot on the battery Bannacafalata had given you. Another person you hadn't been able to save.

Astrid frowned. "You're talking as if you two aren't coming with us."

"There's something down on deck thirty-one," you told her, "and we're gonna find out what it is."

"But what if you meet a Host?" She was worried about you and the thought melted your heart.

"Well, then we'll just..." The Doctor wiggled his eyebrows at you, smiling, "have some fun."

"Sounds like you two do this kinda thing all the time," Astrid added nonchalantly.

"Not by choice," you assured her, voice soft.

"Yeah, all we do is travel," the Doctor pitched in.

"Imagine it," you told her, suddenly wishing with all your heart you were out there, with her in the stars. "No stakes, no bills, no boss. Just the open sky." The wonder you felt when you thought about all you've seen seeped into your voice. There was all that space out there, so much room to wonder, so many skies to see.

"I'm sort of, uh, unemployed? Um, now," she answered as you looked at her expectantly. "I was thinking that blue box is, kinda small," she raised her eyebrows, "but l could... squeeze in? Like a stowaway!" Her eyes were so full of hope and your heart was bursting.

"It's not always safe," the Doctor's voice cut through the feeling. And you remembered. You remembered Foon and Morvin and Bannacafalata. How could you have forgotten???

"So you two need someone to take care of you," she protested. "I've got no one back on Stoe, no family. Just... me." She looked at you, blue eyes pleading. "So what do you think? Can l come with you?"

The Doctor smiled and looked at you. You were already grinning and nodding at Astrid, so incredibly happy. It was decided. "Yeah, we'd like that," the Doctor answered while you nodded on enthusiastically.

Her lips stretched into a wide grin and you pulled her close. You hugged her tightly, with a bright future ahead of you.

And then all three of you fell to the ground as the room shook.

~

"All charged up!" the Doctor yelled as the blue light came on. You all hurried back to the two waiting men. "Mister Copper, look after her; Astrid, look after him." He pointed at them. "Brixton, um..." he trailed off at a loss for words. "Look after yourself," he finally finished.

"We'll see you again," you reassured Astrid. "I promise." You steadily held her gaze so she knew you meant it.

And then you were off, running to the door on the other side of the hall.

"Hold on!" she called after you. "There's an old tradition on Stoe!"

"We've really got to go," the Doctor told her and you swatted his arm.

"Just wait a minute!" she yelled as she ran up to you.

She stopped in front of you, cradled your face and deftly kissed your cheek. "You'll get the other when you come back," she told you, smiling, then turned to the Doctor and did the same.

"See you later!" she called after you when you turned to leave.

"Not if l see you first!" you told her over your shoulder, a huge grin splitting your face.

"What she said," the Doctor joined in.

After seeing Astrid smile in turn, you were gone.

[leerongrong]

❥ 𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 – sending them the wrong text

⌜ mark ⌟

mark watches from the corner of his eye as you tap at the screen of your phone, a shy smile present on your face. he's waving his hand side to side, trying to get your attention, only to pout when he fails to. he perks up the moment his phone dings, opening it to see multiple messages from you.

[11:45] you sent a message.

i think the sun's starting to get to me

[11:45] you sent a message.

the more i look at him the more he shines

[11:46] you sent a message.

nvm that I CANT TAKE MY EYES OFF OF HIM

[11:46] you sent a message.

did you see him smile when he saw watermelon? the smile he had while eating them :((

[11:46] you sent a message.

and not to be nsfw but the more i look at him,,, the hotter he looks??? is that even possible????

[11:46] you sent a message.

he was so small so cute when we first met in 5th grade

[11:47] you sent a message.

fuck i think im in love with him i think im in love with mark

[11:48] you sent a message.

i think im in love with my bestfriend

he started off confused, eyes flitting from the first of your texts, slowly dragging themselves to the end. his small pout slowly turns into a smile, to a full blown grin when they finally reach the last of them, when they finally reach his name.

"holy." mark started off with mumbles, his head turning from you to his phone so fast he might get whiplash. "she- she's in love with me.." the farther he gets through his sentence, the louder he becomes, catching not only peoples attention, but also yours. "she's freaking in love with me!"

your furrowed eyebrows is the first thing he sees, running across the pool and straight to you, barreling into you and accidentally sending the both of you into the water. you're both spluttering when you break through the water's surface, your face an expression of disbelief while his is of pure joy.

he doesn't regret pulling you down with him, sealing your lips in an underwater kiss that tastes of watermelon and grape ice cream.

⌜ renjun ⌟

the soft glow of your phone disturbs renjun. the only source of light in the otherwise dark theater room, playing the movie you begged him to watch with you. he's rolling his eyes in annoyance, still gripping the half finished popcorn, hands coming back and forth from his mouth towards the salty snack.

soon after, the soft tapping of your fingers against the screen takes his interest off the movie. renjun's eyes sneak a peak, slightly leaning his body against his head rest so he could take a better look at what has your full interest.

[19:06] you sent a message.

leee jenooo

[19:07] you sent a message.

as cheesy as it sounds,,, the movie's right in front of me but the one view i want to see is him

[19:07] you sent a message.

i know its stupid to say but i just feel...happy whenever im around him

[19:07] you sent a message.

it doesnt matter where we are it freaking doesnt matter what we're doing and it FREAKING DOESNT MATTER WHO'S THERE WITH US

[19:08] you sent a message.

all i know is that when im with him im happy

[19:08] you sent a message.

it doesnt matter if it's all gray and blue hes the splash of color and thats all i need..

[19:09] you sent a message.

im all soft for him like this,, i just wish i could tell him 🙃

the slight ringing in his ears should worry him, along with the excessive warmth that's suddenly spreading through his body, face, and ears. the slight twitch of his fingers should too, as if his body is reacting in a way only you can make him, as if it's finally accepting the pull.

the clearing of his throat startles you, making you instinctively hide your phone in the corner of your seat. your eyes zoom in on his reddening face, leaning in closer to make sure, amidst all the darkness. "renjun? what's wrong?" pressing the palm of your hand to his burning forehead. "do you have a fever? junnie, you should've told me."

renjun's still stubbornly looking at the screen, taking a deep breath and doing a countdown before he takes your hand in his, intertwining the two as your eyebrows furrow.

he starts leaning in, coming closer and closer to your face that it makes you lean back in your seat, trying to look away from his face. "i think this isn't a good date," he whispers, "how about we go on an official one tomorrow?"

the wide cinema screen is the audience to the scene renjun puts on, leaving a peck at the edge of your lips as shy smile spreads on his.

⌜ jeno ⌟

[09:08] you sent a message.

i love it when jeno smiles

[09:08] you sent a message.

i mean :: have you seen his smile? those pretty cresent moon eye smiles that's just so freaking cute it makes me want to kiss him all over

[09:09] you sent a message.

and not be weird or anything,,, but his height is perfect. imagine running into his arms and just being all warm because we all know jeno gives the best hugs 😫

[09:09] you sent a message.

is it weird to think about hugging and snuggling with your best friend? to think about how pretty his smile is and how you want to kiss away his cute pout?

[09:10] you sent a message.

yes? no? mark, i think i'm in too deep here..

the minute jeno reads your texts, he's out the door. he doesn't care about the thunderstorm going on outside, he doesn't listen to his member's shouts about bringing an umbrella. all that's running around his mind is you. all he can think about is how he desperately wants to hug you in his arms, so tightly he knows you're going to start to whine. all he wants to do is to kiss you. after 5 years of pinning over you, he finally has the chance to.

he's met with water the moment he runs out in the rain, not caring about the thunder and wind that's pelting down his body. he's soaking wet when he reaches your front door, drenched in water as he knocks and is met with your cutely confused face.

"lee jeno!" your eyes are as wide as saucers, quickly starting to tug him inside when you see his condition. "what are you doing you idiot?! you could get sick!"

he doesn't give you much time to talk (or to start hitting him for being stupid) when he puts his hands on your cheeks and pulls you into a kiss, the atmosphere reminding him of two lovers running through the rain to see each other in movies.

the cold and fever he gets the next day is worth it, especially with your cuddles and chicken soup to get him through the day.

⌜ haechan ⌟

[07:10] you sent a message.

i may be in love with donghyuck

[07:11] you sent a message.

i think he's just the most sweetest, funniest, dorkiest guy with the most perfect smile and laugh

[07:11] you sent a message.

the one who brights up my day (ironically), my full sun

[07:12] you sent a message.

but love is such a fickle thing <3

he wouldn't notice at first, too busy goofing off with chenle and mark, until jeno points out his phone buzzing and lighting up with notifications. the biggest smile would light up his face, so bright and wide, and he just freezes in his place, not even moving or looking away from his phone that it makes the others worry.

starts jumping and squealing, shoving his phone into the other's faces to show off your text when he finally breaks out of his stupor, heart beating so fast renjun tries to make him take deep breaths before he passes out.

doesn't care when his members tell him to carry out with caution, that it could be one of your usual pranks. all he can see is you and him, going on dates and cuddling. after all, it isn't every day your bestfriend (whom you have feelings towards) since diapers confesses.

[07:44] haechan sent a message.

so you have a crush on me😏

[07:44] haechan sent a message.

i'm not surprised, i AM a natural charmer

[07:45] you sent a message.

WHAT

[07:45] you sent a message.

HOW THOU FRICK

[07:46] you sent a message.

wrong message wrong person sorry haha

[07:47] haechan sent a message.

"i am in love with donghyuck."

[07:47] haechan sent a message.

"sweetest, funniest, dorkiest guy with the most perfect smile."

[07:49] you sent a message.

i MAY be in love. MAY. not AM you narcissistic freak

[07:50] haechan sent a message.

i MAY be in love with you too

ends up taking you to the carnival for your first date, winning you stuffed animals and dragging you on rollercoaster after rollercoaster (definitely not because he likes the way you wrap around him whenever you get scared), finishes the day with a photobooth and a kiss on the ferris wheel.

⌜ jaemin ⌟

the coffee shop is relatively bustling, people going in and out the moment they receive their orders, or stay inside to enjoy their cup of coffee. you and jaemin being the latter, both your perspective orders on the brown wooden desk, along side your thick biology books.

your book has been untouched for the last hour, notes and highlighters thrown onto it as you tap at your phone, eyes flitting from the screen to jaemin's face every few moments.

[07:22] you sent a message.

we're currently studying biology

[07:23] you sent a message.

oh welp im lying,, he's learning biology and i'm relearning all my favorite things about him

[07:23] you sent a message.

that was so cheesy- ive been spending way too much time with nana 🤧

[07:23] you sent a message.

he's mumbling something about adjectives to explain biology

[07:24] you sent a message.

the one three adjectives i can explain is him

[07:24] you sent a message.

focused, motivated, oh and most definitely cute

you don't seem to notice jaemin's eyes on you, a coy smile on his lips as he checks his nonstop buzzing phone, slightly giggling at how you seem to not notice you've sent your texts to the wrong person.

"if I had to choose between DNA and RNA, i’d choose RNA because it has u in it.” his sudden voice startles you, making you yelp and raise your head to look at him in bewilderment. "we fit together like the sticky ends of recombinant DNA.”

"excuse me, na jaemin." throwing a raised eyebrow at him along with a sarcastic chuckle. "but i don't understand smart talk."

"you must be a red blood cell because you take the oxygen away from my lungs straight to my heart.” the coy smile he sends you doesn't solve anything, and it takes you moments until you finally start to catch on to his quips.

"DNA spelled backward is AND, as in… me AND you"

jaemin's blinking, breaking into a laugh that shakes the table just enough to spill some of his coffee onto his notes. an excited grin breaks out on your face, butterflies flying in your tummy as his eyes glaze over with a sudden emotion.

"my sudden protracted cardiac arrhythmia tells me i love you."

⌜ chenle ⌟

5 minutes to his last buzzer and chenle's looking for you in the bleachers. his eyes are searching through the crowds of people, trying to find you in his signature red and white jersey, only to pout and huff when all he sees is unknown people waving at him, perking up seconds later when his phone vibrates.

[15:30] you sent a message.

look at him down there!

[15:30] you sent a message.

he looks like a freaking super star

[15:30] you sent a message.

hes THE ace,,, hes MY ace ohmygod :((

[15:31] you sent a message.

i just want him to know that whatever happens hes a winner in my heart yaknow??? not as if hes gonna lose i mean my chenle is the best one out there!!!!

[15:32] you sent a message.

pray for me bcs if he does win im gonna give him a big fat smooch :)

the coach calls for him before he has time to process your message, casually dragging him to play for his last round. his eyes are flitting from the score board, with a big red 60 vs 60 displayed, to the hoards of people. his eyes land on your for a second, the moment enough for you to send him a victory smile and thumbs up.

it's only in the last seconds when he scores the winning goal for his team does he celebrate, running away from the sports ground and leaving his confused team behind as he purposely looks for you. it's when you crash into his arms does he lift you into them, pressing a disorienting kiss onto your lips, with his teams roaring cheers as the background.

"i'm your chenle, i'm your ace!" it takes a minute for you to process his words, clicking two and two together before your jaw goes slack and an embarrased groan escapes from your lips. chenle grins when you bury your face in his chest, shaking you in his arms with all his added excitement. "can i have another kiss?" he peeps down to take a look at you, sending a bashful smile.

⌜ jisung ⌟

"park jisung this isn't funny!" you're sprinting down the stairs, a fair distance away from jisung who's already reached your kitchen, running for his life with your phone in his hand. "give me my phone back! jisung, i swear to god!"

the big laugh that erupts from jisung only gets to you even more, trying to run even faster after your neighbor whom you have had a crush for since childhood. all the while jisung is having the time of his life, running to your living room and cramping his lanky body into the first place he thinks of hiding, wedged between two sofas.

jisung's putting in your password, his birthday, and he's opening the message you've just received from renjun, reading your most recent chat with the chinese boy.

[14:09] you sent a message.

i dont know jun...

[14:09] you sent a message.

what if me confessing only makes us awkward?

[14:10] you sent a message.

i dont care if he rejects me, its jisung we're talking about here! he wouldn't hurt a fly! i dont think he'd break my heart that much..

[14:10] you sent a message.

i dont want 10 years of our friendship to go down the pipe just because of some stupid crush i have towards him

[14:11] you sent a message.

what am i going to do jun?

it takes jisung a moment to read between your texts and another minute to process that the boy you have a crush on, is in fact, him. the more he thinks about it, the more jisung regrets being a slow poke because the moment he finished, you're bounding in between the sofas and taking your phone from him.

there's a moment of silence, of you staring at the phone now in your hand and of jisung staring at his feet, shuffling and pouting his lips.

"jisung, i like you."

"i would never break your heart."

it's the day you became both jisung's bestfriend and lover, with him taking you on a date to the park later in the afternoon.

[binniesthighs]

♡nsfw alphabet w minho♡

I tried my best to make a list of my own, but I borrowed a few terms from this lovely template! 

requested by a cutie anon! 

Aftercare: (what they are like after sex) ok, so I see minho as someone who would be super caring after you’ve both properly come down and would want you to feel as comfortable as you can be--he doesn’t want you do have to do much. I am a big believer in minho drawing you a bath to help you relax and get cozy after: he’d hold you in his arms too while giving you a little massage. 

Bdsm: (are they into it? how “hard” do they like to go?) yes. the answer to this is yes. I feel like minho is one who really really gets off to the feeling of being the one in control, and knowing that you’re under his control. hearing your little whimpers, or seeing the way that you toss around when he’s using toys or has you bonded turns him on like no other. along this line, I feel like he’d also gladly tease you relentlessly until you’ve got tears in your eyes. he’ll only give you what you want if you ask him nicely 

Cum: (anything to do with cum) sooo minho loves cuming on you. he loves it a ton. for him, its the perfect picture when you’re gasping underneath him, just off your own orgasm, hands bound or clawing to the bed when he’ll cum on your chest, or your back, mayyybe even your face if you’re comfortable. oh! if you’ll cum on him...he doesn’t mind that either.

Degredation: (do they like using names on you, or for them?) as we have seen above, I feel like he would be into using degrading names, or having you say them back to him, for example: “you’re such a whore for my dick, tell me that you’re a whore for me.” etc. Of course, he never means what he says, he just knows that it amps things up for the both of you. 

Experience: (how experienced are they?) minho is fairly experienced, and also knows well what he likes and knows how to ask you what you like as well. minho isn’t scared to give you instructions or guide you in how you pleasure him as well--he would ask you to do the same!

Favorite (pet names): well, i think that there is a general consensus that minho likes kitten and kitty--it just makes sense lol. Otherwise, the softer ones would be my love, sweetheart, hun, doll, baby girl/boy etc.

Gagging: (size kink perhaps?) I think yes on this one. minho is alll about the power that he has over you, so seeing you gag would boost his confidence. knowing that you have to work a little harder to take him in reassures him that you’re his and that you only bend to him. at the same time, he would never push you to do something that made you uncomfortable and would ask you if you wanted to use safe words/ symbols. 

Hair: (how well groomed are they?) this is kind of funny because I think that minho would actually really care about this. mostly from a functionality standpoint, but also when he’s trimmed he feels more confident and like he’s got everything together and organized for when he’s with you. 

Intimacy: (the romantic aspect) so minho has 2 modes, and they vary depending on his mood or yours. mode 1 is where he’s doming the hell out of you and he gets to do what ever he likes, making you cum over and over again, teasing you for as long as you can take it and doesn’t show much mercy. on the other hand, when the vibe is different, holy hell he can give you the softest, most intimate sex that you can ever experience. i’m picturing super slow and deep thrusts into you, kissing you just as slowly in between while he tangles up his hands in your hair u g h i love thinking about this 

Jack off: (all about masturbation) I see Minho as one who would jack off really lazily, much later at night when there isn’t too much else to do; it isn’t something he prioritizes often unless there’s something that crosses his mind that really turns him on, he’ll even risk doing it somewhere semi-public if it means he gets to roll the image over and over in his mind, especially of you. Oh, and he loves jacking off in the shower when its steamy and warm, I don’t make the rules!! 

Kink(s): Minho loves having you all dressed up for him, I’m talking lace, velvet, anything strappy, harnesses, collars, chokers, thigh garters, maybe some kitten ears, mostly he just loves watching you and this is like icing on the cake. I see him having a hand kink as well?? When he’s worshiping your body, he watches his hands trace you all over, he loves it when you suck on his fingers, or when he rubs his thumb over tongue. Also, breath play, edge play and voyeurism!  

Location: anywhere. and I mean it. the more risky it is, the more exciting it is for him. bathrooms, locker rooms, dressing rooms, kitchen, living room couch, dining table, shower, bathtub, hotel rooms, the place doesn’t matter, it’s you that does. he would never miss an opportunity to be intimate with you whether its more slow and passionate or sweaty, rushed and needy. 

Multiple (partners): i think that this is something that minho would be open to! but not at first. minho is someone who can be very possessive at times, so sharing you with others when the realtionship is new makes him a little nervous--bc he wants you to be all his! after a while though, the idea of sharing you with someone and watching you get wrecked under them...he wouldn’t oppose. 

No: (something they won’t do, turn offs) while he won’t say no, daddy kinks aren’t his favorite, it’s simply something that doesn’t turn him on; he prefers to be the one calling you names hehe. he’s mostly an open minded person, just because he gets off on helping you get off. 

Oral: loves loves giving oral to his partner, it’s one of his favorite ways to begin foreplay, he’s exceptionally skilled as well, and knows perfectly how to use his mouth to tease. gives one hell of a blowjob, and knows how to make you cum over and over just from his tongue on your clit. he won’t ask you to blow him, but rather tease you until you’re begging to do it for him. 

Pace: super slow or super fuckin’ fast. there is no in-between and that’s that on that! if you ask me, as much as he revels in pounding you into the bed, it’s the slower and more sensual moments that linger on his mind longer. 

Quickies: i think this goes without saying, but minho never passes up the opportunity to take you right then and now. funnily enough, if you’re at work/school and send him a message about how you might be feeling a little horny, this man will drive all the way to you just to help you out. lil anecdote: his favorite thing to do is fuck you bent over a bathroom sink, battling the time before someone notices you’re away. he loves watching your fucked out face in the tinted green bathroom mirror. 

Ropes: (tying you up au) i added this to the list mostly for fun, but also I’ve got this idea of minho loosing his mind over having you tied up or restrained. ropes, ribbons, velvet, bow ties, handcuffs and much more. there’s nothing more that he likes than seeing you all helpless and not able to do anything about it. he thinks you looks so pretty tied up especially if it’s ribbons of pretty colors that look beautiful on your skin. 

Stamina: bucket loads. I’ve definitely seen something somewhere talking about how minho’s got a dancers stamina and I can’t agree more. minho’s got the stamina to draw out his thrusts for hours or give it to you as quickly and as roughly as he possibly can, granted he’ll be a sweating mess by the time that he’s done, but he sees that as sign that he did his job very well. 

Toys: in my oponion, yes and no. lolll I say this for the reason of minho’s ego getting in his own way. he feels fuckin’ amazing knowing that he can make you cum as hard as you do only from his body and would much rather use the tools at his disposal rather than toys...but...seeing what toys can do to you and how he can use them to his advantage is soemthing he won’t pass up. His personal favorites are all kinds of vibrators, cock rings, hmmm and occasionally nipple clamps

Unfair: (tw: dubcon) (how much that they like to tease) oh my, very much so. fuck, it’s probably his favorite thing to do to you! I’ve said before on this account that minho is into teasing even when it isn’t “that time” meaning he’ll brush up against you in public with his hand or grind himself into you when you’re sitting in his lap. his hand will creep up your thighs slightly when the two of you are in the car together to make you squirm a little bit. and of course, he’ll tease you for real when he’s got you all to himself, and would do it for hours if you let him. 

Volume: frick i love thinking about this!!!! i see minho as being someone more on the quiet side: shaky exhales, choked little breaths, the occasional soft “mmm” or “ahh.” if he’s really loosing himself in it however, looking down at you with tears in your eyes, or drool slipping down your neck from blowing him, he’ll let out some of the most unapologetically erotic moans on his pink lips

Wild card: (you pick!) i would like to use this place to talk about how much a bratty sub makes him go frickin’ feral. There is something about the way that you bite back at each of his demands, it only makes him want to dig into you even harder. you’d say to him as he’s relentlessly fucking into you “i-is that all that you can do? you’re bo-boring me...” in seconds, he would have you flipped around into a completely different position, something you didn’t even know existed that makes your muscles burn but your heat ravenous. he’d say, “if i’m so boring how is it that I’ve made you a fucking mess for me three times already?” 

X-ray: (what’s going on under those pleather pants) thicc thighs I’ll tell you that HA, jk that’s just me having the biggest most embarrassing thigh kink alive lmaooo. buuut it’s true! minho’s got those perfectly toned and thick thighs that he loves having you grind on of course. as for what this letter is really about, I see minho has having just the right proportions. not to be cheesy, but it’s like this boy was practically frickin made for you!! buuuut I think we all know that minho’s packing with something  

Yes: (biggest turn ons) on top of the ones mentioned above, I wanna make this one kinda cute and sentimental just bc I can lolll, but a major turn on for minho is a bomb ass personality!! minho really treasures people who are unique, true to themselves and passionate about something! he finds this super super attractive. this man is an absolute SIMP for a personality and that’s the first thing he falls in love with about you! (also shhhh I’m not pushing my pan!minho agenda shhh) 

Zzz: (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) kinda like with aftercare, minho can’t rest himself properly until you are fully taken care of! as soon as he knows that he’s covered all the bases: cleaning you off, getting you clothes, water, food, giving you a massage if you need it. as soon as the two of you are all cuddled up in together, then he’ll be able to relax himself, patiently smoothing down your hair as you fall asleep yourself, then, he’ll be out like a light. 

[beauty-of-depravation]

A Birthday with Loki

Written for @buckyssoldat happy birthday dear !🔥💜

Warnings : smut ! so obviously +18 

Why couldn't you be attracted by the good guys ? Why couldn't you be attracted...by Thor for exemple ! nice guy, extremely good looking, funny and all. But nooooo, you never had any kind of physiological reaction around him, the one who made your heart beat travel to your pussy ? His brother of course !

You were a smart girl and this was your logic : if villain bad, why villain hot, conclusion, badly fuck the vilains, even if it went against everybody's recommandations.

And you've been trying to fuck Loki for ever !

It was your birthday party night, the room was filled with close friend and people you had trouble recognizing. You knew Tony being responsible for a party was a bad idea, he wasn't really good with the concept of "small"...

What made you irritable, was that you were fricking horny, and yesterday you ended things with the guy you've been seeing for the past couple of weeks, you weren't sad because it ended, you were sad because he was a fantastic fuck, but yesterday he has told you that the moon was a conspiracy and it didn't exist, and you thought "I'm not introducing this dude to any one"

It didn't make things better to see Loki charming every woman of the reception, going from one to the other, commenting and finding a clever compliment to apply to every and each one.

What would be an amazing birthday gift would be him fucking you.

I mean you loved the emerald hair pin he slipped on your hair before the party, but his hands on the back on you neck had left you craving more contact.

— here is the queen of the party ! The most beautiful woman here ! My dear, can i tell you that even the expression of dissatisfaction on your face looks like the most captivating art work.

— Always charming, you say rolling your orbs.

— of course dear, he say setting by your side

— Don't you have someone else to talk to ?

— i don't find anyone else then you worthy of my words in this party dear.

You don't reply. You secretly enjoy the company of the man. And quite rapidly, you are talking about everything you like, litterature and art.

— surprisingly, you have some good things to say for a human.

— Is that a compliment ?

— of course !

Your pout your mouth, and immediately notice that his eyes follow the movement, and stay focused on your carmine colored lips. You don't say anything, until he bring his gaze back up to find you looking up at him. You keep looking in each other eyes for quite a time, but then to internally moved by it, you look a way, and you can see that he likes that you couldn't hold it.

After a little while, his voice raises again.

— so ...what happened to that...misery of a being your were seeing ?

You roll your eyes for the sake of it, but chuckle lightly.

— we went each his own way. We weren't a match, he was nice but..

— he was stupid.

— no,he

— don't lie to me, I've seen dead fish with eyes expressing more depth then his.

— okey...okey he wasn't a genius. But he was nice, and cute and

— you deserve better, and it's me telling you that. I rarely think that highly of anyone.

— oh god, you say rolling your eyes at his never ending comments on humans.

— i love when you call me that, and you are so cute when you roll your eyes. But I'm serious you are worth more.

— maybe, but for now I'm worth my vibrator.

Fuck. How did that slip out ? You feel yourself blush furiously. And you realize that Loki has turned his head towards you at an abnormal speed. His eyes a bit wide. A bit dark. His lips a bit parted. A bit up turned.

— A vibrator ? Would the queen of the party leave her guests by there own to go take care of her carnal needs ?

— i mean ...i'm was going to wait until everybody is gone.

— How gracious of you. But everyone is not to be gone until at least five in the morning.

— i...it can wait.

— you see, dear, at the way you are shivering, and blushing, and the way you shivered and blushed when my fingers flew over your neck earlier, i don't think it can wait this much.

You blush even more and you don't know what to say. Truth be told ...you could litteraly feel your body burning with desire.

After few seconds of silence Loki got up.

— If you want to have something that surpasses anything that you crave, leave those people, come to my room, I'll be waiting for your visit. Happy birthday, dear.

And with that he is gone.

You were delusional. That can not have just happened.

Dream or not you are doing it.

It doesn't take you any thinking to hop on the offer. It only takes you some drinks.

What is Loki, god of mischief, planning for you ?

Three drinks later, you are ready to find out.

***

— do you want to drink something ?

You rock your head right and left.

— tranquilize yourself, we are not going to do anything you don't want, but, knowing about your little... penchant, towards me, and having myself, an... inclination towards you, i thought you..

— you...have a ...i mean, you like me?

— Darling, the I've never been indifferent to you. And you've been playing with the charms around me. I'm not made of stone.

You feel yourself blush from head to tow and try to cover a silly smile.

— You noticed..

— of course i did, it was very endearing and a grate pastime. Now, are you sure you don't want any drinks?

— I'm sure.

— good. Regaining confidence, confidence is beautiful on you darling.

You smile and approach him, balancing your hips and slightly smiling.

He keeps his eyes connected to your, and when you are just inches from him, you out your mouth close to his ear and confess

— i loved the hair pin that you gifted me, and ...i loved it so much that i matched my lingerie with it. Dark green and black lace, would you like to see it ?

His voice darkens, deepens, seemingly erupting from earths foudaments.

— Strip.

The command fuses. And you take a step back, ready to obey it. As you rapidly attack the zipper of your dress.

he murmur :

— slower, darling.

Your hands travel your body, caressing yourself before slowly pushing the sleeves of your dress down your shoulders, and slowly unzipping it, caressing every bit of soft skin that appears to sight from under your arms to your hip. He now can see your beautiful chest in this transparent lace bra that fails to hide your hard nipples. you turn around, but keep looking at Loki from above your shoulder. Subtilty arching your back, you push the dress past your round ass, revealing your dark green tanga with two little black bows, one on the front one on the back, oranges with black pearls.

He is eye-eating you. Already devouring you without a touch. He slowly gets up, and still not touching you, with just his got breath and lips again your ear he says : «you're going to keep it, and I'm going to take you in this beautiful lingerie»

You don't have time to agree as he goes from not touching you at all to touching you EVERYWHERE at the same time. His hands are greedy and his long cold fingers send shivers under your skin. He is massaging your tits, groping your ass, caressing your belly, drawing the line of your waist, falling on the curve of your hips, worshiping your delicate neck. And all you can do is hold on to him, with a hand on his neck, pulling at his beautiful dark hair, and with the back pushed to him, you could fee him grow bigger against your ass.

Turning back you decide to take the lead a fiercely kiss him. Your tongues meet and fight. You taste and bite and Savour eachother, the kiss expressing a hunger that have been here for so long.

— I'm going to do you a big honor, dear, I'm going to get on my knees for you, and i expect that to be and stay your greatest birthday gift.

And with that he kisses his way down, until he puts one then two knees on the ground and is facing your already wet sexe.

— I'm so curious to see how much desire you have for me.

You are mesmerized by the vision, Loki, god of mischief, on his knees, for you, ready to teste you, what am I saying, to ravage you, admiring you like you are the most beautiful woman or the world. The first and last. You can't breath and can't look away, any shyness pushed far by your desire and need.

His fingers caress a bit harshly your slit, pushing on your clit and making you jump back a little, bit he is quick to grab firmly on the back of your thighs, and you know from the slight pain that there will be marks there, bit you also understand the need for such a strict hold because immediately after he is pushing the underwear aside and...well he doesn't do any work at half, he is going at it all heatedly, his tongue flat against you no teasing, right to the point.

Your fingers automatically find their rightful place in his hair, pulling at it and making him groan. His hands reache up, and grabbing at your ass cheeks, he pulls you closer to his mouth, making you grind your wet core on his face.

— you are the most flavorful precious little thing I've ever tasted. I love how you rock your hips against my face, are you close to your release ?

— yes, yes Loki keep going.

His skilled tongue goes back and forth from your entrance to the over sensitive point under your clit to the top nerves, going from simulating it from left to right to top to bottom, and clearly taking such a pleasure in doing that to you that the vision gets you off like no other and ton start to moan louder and shake.

— such a beautiful woman, cum on my tongue, show me how you like what I do to you !

And with few more methodical stokes of his tong on your clit you shake and cum, and if it wasn't for his firm grip you'd have fallen to the ground.

«hmmmmm» he groan, kissing his way back up, and kissing you deeply, making you taste yourself. That is the first time someone does that to you, and you feel so nasty and you deepen the kiss, curious to share what you taste like, you feel him smile against your lips, and as you start to unbutton his shirt, be stops you.

— the next time, did you forget that you have a birthday party to return to after that ? And i have to confess, i want to be inside you immediately, no time for undressing.

You push away the idea of going back to that party, and focus on "next time" and "inside you" while he backs you up into the bed than hugs and you turn you around so you are sitting on his lap.

You hear his zipper go down, and following every movement he is making, filled with lust and envy, your heat skip a beat as soon as his length springs free, you feel it hot and heavy on your inner thigh, and you have a hard time breathing, your walls clench and you can't wait to have him inside. You have desperate moans and your hips move instinctively, and your reactions seems to amuse him enough to tame the emergency of burying himself deep inside you, as he takes the time to slip his cock between your labia, teasing you clit, and you entrance.

—Loki please...

— oh ! —he take on a dramatic théâtral voice— How mischievous I am being dear, on your birthday night non the less, I'll leave the teasing for another night then.

And with that, he is balls deep inside of you. Ripping out a long scream from your throat.

Both his hands find their place on your hips, and guide them up and down his shaft, kissing along your neck, and Whispering praises in your ear “queen” “beauty” “gem” “inteligent” “passionating” those all are word he slips in your ear while pushing his cock as deep as it can reach, which is enough to banish your soul out of your body. He is breathy, and grunting, and his paraises are starting to make less and less sense as he is getting close to his release.

— I want to cum on you beautiful chest, love.

— Yeah ?

— yes, i want to know that you won't think of anybody else when we go back to that boring reception, you'll think of me marking you, making you feel good, offering you all the pleasure you'll ever need to receive.

He bucks his hips faster and faster, and with that sends you over the edge, you don't have time to recover, as soon as you open your eyes back he is pushing you on your knees and jerking off, grunting and telling you how beautiful and good you are, you can't get enough of the sight of him, head thrown back, stumbling on his words, his hand stroking his cock faster and faster, until strings of white Milky cum land on your chest. you look at that, pushing out your tits, presenting yourself to him, letting him mark and own you as he wanted.

***

— darling, says Loki, while presenting you his arm to put your under, taking you back to that party that seems way more interesting now, arms under one another.

It especially looked more interesting now that he has suggested that public sexe was an interesting concept.

[janetbrown711]

Apple White didn’t have a clue what to think

First, she had pleaded to Raven for forgiveness after freeing her mom- the fricking Evil Queen- from her mirror prison, then they had some fruit for dinner and the next thing Apple knew, she was passed out. Then, she heard a voice that sounded so familiar and yet so distant, then something press against her lips, but... nothing. She returned back into her darkness. Moments later however, she heard another voice, far more clearer though she couldn’t make out what it was saying. It was smooth like silk and sweet as honey. Apple felt like the voice could ramble on and on for hours and she could lay here, half conscious for hours. Then, someone kissed her. It was warm, and sweet, and well- magical. 

Apple sat up, feeling instantly revived. She looked up and saw quite the floral arrangement around her. She spoke:

“What happened?” She looked around at all of her friends who were cheering happily. “Did Daring wake me up?” She batted her eyes and smiled at the prince. Immediately everyone’s faces fell. Apple glanced at Darling, who was right next to her, but neither of them said anything. Apple continued to look for someone who was going to answer, but noticed Raven was missing. After that, she rallied the troops, got on their dragons, and together they all stopped the Evil Queen. 

Apple was happy she had redeemed herself, but it seemed no body was talking to her about who kissed her, not even Daring; he couldn’t even look her in the eyes anymore. Whenever she’d try to slip it in to a conversation, Raven, Briar, and Goldie all quickly changed the subject. All she wanted was an honest answer. She was starting to not even care if it was Daring anymore, heck, she’d be willing to accept it was Dexter or even Sparrow at this point; the question was egging at her constantly to the point where her grades were starting to slip, which was most unlike her. 

One thing that she did notice in her Damsel in Distressing class was that Darling Charming had stopped talking to her. Instead, she chatted with Rosabella and Raven, which made sense, they were her two closest friends, but Apple felt something rise within herself she had never felt before. It was a burning sensation in her chest whenever she saw her laugh at one of Rosa’s jokes or when she whispered something in Raven’s ear. Apple didn’t have a clue what it was; she had never felt anything like it before. 

So... Great.

New emotions, friends who wouldn’t give her a clear answer about anything, and an even unclearer destiny than when Raven had decided against hers. 

Apple’s inner funk had gotten so bad she had hardly noticed when it started to snow outside in the middle of summer. It was nice to have a break from classes of course, but she couldn’t find it within herself to watch as Duchess and Justine show off their ice dancing skills. Instead, she sat at one of the outside tables and drank warm apple cider (you’d think she’d have a thing against apples after being poisoned by one but you’d be wrong, she loved them). She sat there sipping tiredly, and got so lost in thought she hadn’t noticed the person sitting next to her until they spoke. 

“Hey Apple, how’re you doing?” It was Darling Charming. Apple nearly fell out of her seat in surprise. 

“H-hi Darling. Wh-what’s up?” Apple cursed herself internally, not expecting to be that surprised by her presence. Darling’s laugh relaxed her. 

“I noticed you sitting alone and thought you might like some company,” She said sweetly. 

“You’re too kind,” Apple felt her face flush, which caused her to look away. 

“It’s really nothing,” Darling said, slight concern in her voice. Apple went back to sipping her cider in silence. Neither said a word, though they kept glancing at each other and sometimes making eye contact, which Apple would break instantly. 

Darling sighed. “Look Apple... I’m afraid I haven’t- none of us, really- been forward with you. We haven’t told you who kissed you because we were afraid how you’d react,” she explained. 

“And what good has that done me? I’ve practically driven myself as mad as a hatter trying to figure it out,” Apple groaned before gasping and covering her mouth. “I’m sorry- that was so rude, I’m-”

“No, no. Don’t be sorry Apple, it’s okay,” Darling smiled softly and touched her hands and brought them down. Apple felt her face flush again. The princess could only nod. 

“We know how important your destiny is to you, we just- we didn’t want to hurt you... But I can see now that it’s clear we failed,” Darling sighed and looked away. It became clear to Apple that ‘we’ was becoming a loose term. 

“Look, if it was Sparrow Hood, I’ll accept it with time but-”

“It was me, Apple.”

Apple blinked. 

“I’m sorry- did you say-”

“It was me.” Darling looked Apple in the eyes. 

“I-i... I don’t understand, y-you’re a princess, you take Damsel-in-Distressing with me” Apple looked away. “I-i need to sit down.”

“Apple, you are sitting,” Darling put a hand on her shoulder, before realizing what she was doing and pulled away. 

“I’m sorry, I should give you space- I should’ve let Raven do it,” Darling cursed herself. 

“No, no. It’s... I want you to stay,” Apple said. Darling blinked. 

“Anything you need,” Darling said and Apple felt her heart skip a beat. Apple went back to her cider. 

“S-so it was you? You kissed me and... it worked?” She said. Darling nodded. 

“I don’t know why but, I just got this... feeling inside- like... like it was destiny,” She said. 

“I think I felt that too,” Apple nodded. 

“You did? How?” Darling tilted her head a little. 

“I don’t know how, but I could tell when you were close- I got this feeling in my chest and I could hear a voice- your voice- and it just... it felt... right,” Apple said. Darling smiled a little. 

“I’m glad I’m not the only one who felt that way,” Darling scratched the back of her neck. Apple laughed a little, marveling at how the swave and daring Darling Charming could ever be such a nervous flirt. Darling had been such a tease and playful spirit at the Dragon Games that seeing her like this made her chuckle. 

“So... what does this mean?” Apple asked. “We might be- we probably are... destined for each other. I don’t think this has ever happened before,” Apple said, tucking a loose curl behind her ear. 

“There’s never been a blonde Snow White before either,” Darling shrugged, which made Apple chuckle. 

“That is true,” She nodded. She looked at Darling, and began noticing little things she hadn’t before; the way her nose scrunched when she was thinking, the way her blue eyes always looked so sharp and intense, her expertly done makeup that made even Apple a little jealous, and the little dimple on her left cheek. 

“You’re really beautiful Darling,” Apple said. Darling looked back at her. 

“You’re quite the same, Apple.” The way Darling said her name felt much more special and different than the thousands of times she had heard it before. It was like it meant something to her- which it clearly did: it was destiny.

Destiny. 

Apple was destined to be with Darling. 

Apple liked... girls. 

“Does Daring know?” Apple asked, not wanting to fully delve into that quite yet. “I-i feel like I’ve given him the short end of the stick here.”

“Hey, don’t blame yourself, it’s not something you can change,” Darling rested a hand on Apple’s shoulder again. “Besides, I wouldn’t be worried. He’s been hanging out with Rosabella a lot since you two have been split. I think he’ll be fine,” Darling said. 

“That’s good, he deserves someone nice like her,” Apple sipped her cider. 

“I always had a feeling you two weren’t destined. Daring was always so- I don’t know how to put this nicely... full of himself? It makes sense he’s now being drawn to Rosabella,” Darling said. “I love him and all, he is my older brother after all, but I think he could definitely learn a thing or two from her.”

Apple nodded. “I-i guess looking back I sorta knew it too. I mean, I never once felt anything between us. There’s always been so much social pressure for us to get together and yet we never have. It makes so much sense looking back,” Apple chuckled. 

“Life’s funny that way,” Darling laughed along. “Hindsight is 20/20 after all.” Apple nodded. 

“Yeah...” Apple said. Looking back, she had noticed her lack of connection with Daring, but she also noticed other connections. There were so many friendships in the past she was now starting to question. Briar, Ashlyn, Raven... at one point or another as she looked back now she could almost see how maybe she had thought there had been a little more than she originally thought, especially with Briar. 

“You having one of those ‘oh shoot- did I have a crush on all of my childhood best friends’ moments?” Darling elbowed her. “Because if so, that’s quite relatable. I’ve known I’ve liked girls since I was thirteen and I’m still realizing every day.”

“You got me there,” Apple laughed. 

“Just relax, take your time to digest it all. I know it isn’t exactly how you planned out your whole future, but... I still hope you can be happy with it,” Darling said. 

“Thanks Darling,” Apple smiled softly. Now, it was Darling’s turn to return the favor of looking into her eyes and examining her face. Apple felt herself blush.

“You have beautiful eyes,” Darling said. She was pretty sure she had said that before, but the way Darling’s intense blue eyes were looking at her so delicately and somehow so softly had Apple not even caring. 

“Thank you...” Apple felt herself leaning in. “You’re too kind.”

“I could never be too kind,” Darling smiled a little, leaning in too. 

“You’re too charming then,” Apple smirked. 

“That’s the family legacy for you, damsels falling at our heels,” Darling leaned in even more and the two princesses shared another sweet, tender, and all around magical kiss in the snow on a magical summer afternoon.

[bakugoshrimp]

Comfort

Where Y/N has a breakdown, and Bakugo helps.

Pairing: Bakugo x Female!Y/N 

Word Count: 1.3k words 

A/N: So uhh, I feel like i took a lot of creative liberties here, but yeahh. This is purely self indulgent and ngl, most likely OOC (Out of Character) Bakugo. It also might seem dramatic considering she had a breakdown over a single grade, but again, it’s purely self-indulgent and yes I imagined this whole thing to calm myself down . Please be nice, but constructive criticism is welcome! Also, I have no clue what universe they’re in but its like a mix between BNHA and our reality lmao. Also I might come back to this and fix up grammatical errors and anything that sounds weird, and change up the title bc I’m extremely uncreative help.

Song: Ribs by Lorde (I’m in a Lorde phase don’t mind me)

It was loud. Loud in your head, loud in your ears, just loud. You tried to stop the feeling of numbness, tried to drown out the screaming thoughts by quickly stuffing your earphones into your ears, and increasing the volume of the music blasting through your earphones, tried to ignore the pain in your heart. 

My mom and dad let me stay home; It drives you crazy, getting old; This dream isn't feeling sweet; We're reeling through the midnight streets;  And I've never felt more alone; It feels so scary, getting old;

You tried to stop the tears from spilling as the meaning of everything just hit you, hit you so hard it just left you reeling, as you tried to reel all the thoughts all the feelings back into your heart, just to get everything to stop. You just wanted everything to stop, you didn't wanna feel hurt anymore; didn't want to feel scared anymore didn't want to feel pain anymore; it was all just so exhausting. 

But your brain wouldn't listen to you; drowning you with the thoughts swirling so fast you can only understand fragments of them. You can barely remember what happened as you ran out of the class, and to your room; lights off as you just curled up under your blanket, cuddling your plushie so hard as you tried, and failed, to keep the tears from falling.

It took him a total of 10 minutes for him to find you. He hadn't missed the heartbroken look on your face when they all received the marks for their weekly biology quizzes at the end of their class; hadn't missed the panic and exhaustion threading through your every movement for the month as you struggled to finish the overwhelming amount of assignments. 

He watched you as you waited until the classroom was empty when you tried to discretely flee to privacy, packing up your stuff as fast as you could, but not before he caught a glimpse of the big fat F scrawled on top. 

Cussing every single teacher under his breath, he jumped out of his seat. He knew you wanted to specialize in biology, and knew every single dream and worry you had, having spent nights just whispering to each other everything on nights you couldn't sleep from everything. 

He quickly followed you, knocking softly on the door to your room before slipping in, closing the door softly behind him because he knows how much you hate to cry in front of others; knows how much you hate showing this one weakness in front of others. You two were a lot alike in that regard. 

Crouching down in front of the bed, he uncovered your tear-stricken face from under the blanket, suppressing a wave of anger at everyone who made you cry. Your eyes were bloodshot, your eyelids swollen from all the tears.

You flinched slightly at the cool air sitting your wet face, a sharp contrast to the suffocatingly humid temperature under the blanket. You already knew who it was, had memorized the sound of his footsteps, but didn't dare to look at him, scared of crying if you do. 

"Why am I such a failure?" your hoarse voice was the only sound in the still room, hands still gripped tightly around your plushie. 

Bakugo chuckled slightly, clambering into your bed and hugged you, your tears wetting his dry shirt. "I ask myself that too, you know. Why are you such a dumbass?" 

A strong rough hand, gently but firmly gripped your chin, making your watery eyes meet his soft and determined crimson eyes. "Y'know, maybe you're a dumbass, but that doesn't make you a failure." 

"But I'm failing everything. This fricking course-"

"Two quizzes and an essay does not mean everything. You still have time, and you will still excel. And you can say f**ck you to those who say otherwise. So you bombed this quiz; that doesn't mean it's the end of the world for you. So many people around the world fail, but those experiences will only make them stronger and more fierce than ever." He said fiercely, fire red eyes burning into yours. "Why do you think we train so much? It's to make us make mistakes, and to learn from them." 

His warm lips touched your forehead in an endearing kiss, and added, "If you want, I can blow them out of the sky for you." 

You let out a watery giggle, and took a shuddering breath, inhaling his caramel scent and cologne. 

"So what do you do now?" Bakugo asked, after a few minutes of quiet contemplation. 

You simply burrowed your head further into his chest, your voice muffled as you said "I don't wanna do anything; I just wanna sleep here with you forever." 

Bakugo threw his head back as he barked out a rough laugh. "You and I know that's not possible, teddy bear. Plus would you let this one puny mark beat you down? Come on, you and I both know you're much stronger than that." 

"No I'm not." was your only reply. 

At that, Bakugo rolled off the bed, snatching the plushie from your arms as he stood up, the sudden loss of his body heat and the comforting weight of said plushie from your arms eliciting a whine. 

"Give it back," you whined, making grabby arms in Bakugo's general direction as you shoved your face into your pillow. 

"Nope, not until you admit to yourself that you're a much stronger person than you give yourself credit for," Bakugo demanded. 

"But that would be lying, and you hate lying." You accused, shooting up and turning around to face him. 

He simply leaned in, close enough that your noses are almost touching. "That's why you wouldn't be lying. Say it, or the stupid ugly thing gets it." To prove his point, tiny explosions crackled off his unoccupied hand.

"Hey!" you protested "it's not stupid nor ugly; it's just old. Stop bullying it." 

"Then say it." 

"Fine. I'm a strong person. Happy?" 

"Say it with conviction and believe in it too, dumbass." 

You let out a deep sigh, rolling your eyes as you said "I'm a strong person, and I won't let some puny stupid marks break me down because I'm much better than that." 

Seemingly satisfied with your answer, he leaned in and pecked your lips as he threw the plushie onto your bed. "Now get up. We have our chem lab report due midnight and I still haven't started mine, and I know you didn't start yours yet." 

You grumbled as you stood up and stretched, "I hate school." 

Bonus:

Bakugo grumbled over the stove, stirring the noodles as a delicious smell wafted around the mini kitchen. You were sitting on the counter nearby, hands wrapped around a mug of hot chocolate (it was originally black tea but Bakugo had swapped it quick so you would be able to sleep tonight), legs swinging slightly as you drifted away in your thoughts.

The explosive blonde turned around, smacking you back to reality with his wooden spoon. “Oi dumbass, stay with me here.”

He was well aware of your ability to dwell on past mistakes, even after your tears were long dried, which was the only reason why he decided to let you bully him into making fried noodles at 11 pm after both of you had successfully submitted your assignments.

You jolted back into reality, blinking at him. “Yeah I’m here don’t worry, ‘Suki”

He merely hmphed before turning to the stove, turning it off before separating the hot food into two different plates. Handing one to you, he gestured to the nearby table with his chin. After both of you finished your meals, a comfortable silence falling between you two as you simply enjoyed each others presence. Scooting your chair loudly to be next to his, you smacked your possibly greasy lips against his cheeks much to his disgust, and laid your head on his shoulder.

“ ’Suki?” you said, earning a questioning hrm from him. “Thank you.”

Ignoring the warm feeling blossoming in his chest, he simply slung an arm around you, pressing his lips to the side of your head in response.

[tipsydipsydo]

Prompts:

➳ the kitchen

➳ "i had no idea you could be so dirty."

➳ "look at how fucking wet you are - it's running down your thighs like a mess."

Pairing: Jin x chubby! Reader

Gender of the Reader: female

Word Count: 860

Rating: 18+

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Dirty Language and Dirty Talk; Erotic Body Touching; light Exhibitionism-Kink; Kitchen-Sex

A/N: Thank you Anon for your request right away! 💜 I hope You'll like it~

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Jungkook is the one who opens the door of the dorm for you.

"Y/N! Yaaas, you really made it to our barbeque party! And wow... Jin, your girlfriend looks stunning as always again!", shout the youngest shamelessly through the whole apartement and throw his arms out of the exitement around you.

Awkwardly you return the embrace, too aware of the fact that you're wearing nothing than your bra and the bandelettes to advoid chub rub under the light maxi summer dress.

You really have to think about a possible way how you'll be able to manage your laundry problem. It's already difficult for yourself to admit, that you don't have at least one single pair of clean and washed panties at home anymore!

So... if you wanted or not, when you want to go the BBQ Party of the Boys, you have to leave your apartement with no panties underneath. How the frick should you explain that you can't come, caused by the lack of clean panties you have at home?!

Jungkook pulls you out of your thoughts when he let you go and informs you that Jin is still in the kitchen to top the salads with their dressings, before he leave with a big basket full of soda through the terrace door.

Jin dries his hands with a towel off when you come through the door frame of the kitchen, greeting him with a sweet smile and adorably pinkish flushed cheeks. Your Boyfriend has to agree with Jungkook statement. You look breathtaking gorgeous in this dress, it's hugging your exquisite curves just perfectly and let you look like a delicious dessert. Just with the fact that it's only for Jin exclusively...

He only needs a few steps to come over to you, laying his left hand on the back of your head and his right hand onto your lower back and greets you back with a loving kiss. "The greeting" gets heated and passionate in no time, the way your hot lips move with each other, merge with every second more and more into each other, leaves you two needy and desperate after breaking the kiss.

You feel it tingling between your legs, the desire for Jin is still insatiable and it'll ever be. Making you weak with just a few touches and let the lascivious arousal pooling between your thick thighs, spreading your sweet juice all over the insides of your plushy thighs and begin to soak the lacey fabric of your bandelettes.

Even when you sometimes can't believe it really, Jin has the exact same love and desire for you. That's why he didn't care so much about his other six members and the BBQ anymore. Your lips are so seductive and so he finds himself searching for a new sensual kiss, to feed at least a little bit the explosive sexual desire you two have for the other person.

When you feels the soft skin of his lips against your own for the second time, both of his big vigorous hands moving down and cupping your ass cheeks with a firm grip. Your thoughts are already too clouded to react fast enough, so you realize that 'he caught you red-handed' when Jin starts to falter in his energic action.

"Baby... why the hell are you not wearing anything under this fluttery Summer dress? I had no idea that you could be so dirty...", purrs Jin with a deep chuckle into your right ear, nipping gently on your earlope.

"J-Jin it's not what you think right now, i-it was an emergency and I didn't had any other option-"

But Jin didn't give you any time to explain yourself and this questionable situation. A squeak comes from your red, swollen lips when feel the cool air hitting the burning hot skin of your bare pussy lips. Jin pushed the whole skirt of your dress up to your hips, here in the kitchen. A room, which is open for everybody!

"Look at how fucking wet you are - it's running down your thighs like a mess. You can't tell me that it didn't turned you on to be a naughty girl for me.", groan your boyfriend and his long, elegant finger teasing your puffy pussy lips, cover them in your overflowing arousal.

"I-It was an emergency, r-really!", you try to convince him in a whiny voice. But in reality you want nothing more than his fingers, his tongue or his cock in yourself right now.

"Yes yes, Baby... you can tell me about your 'emergency' in all detail after I brought the salads to the boys in the garden and have told them to start eating without us because... because we have to finish the dessert. Well my dessert. When I come back, I want to see you bend over the kitchen island and your skirt bunched up around your waist. I want to see your pretty glistening cunt when I come through the door frame. Is that clear?"

"Y-Yes."

"That's my good girl."

[avionvadion]

(Collapses) An entire week... now it’s done... 

For Chapter 17, Return to the Mansion. Fanfic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24115702/chapters/58056592

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STORY 

I took a deep breath and blinked rapidly, fighting the tears.

"I'm fine. It's fine. Damn it. Where's- ah, stairs. U-Up here… Sesshōmaru."

The demon and his servant followed after, Jaken surprisingly not yelling at me for once. I held onto the half-broken railing as we walked up the creaky steps, pausing only when the whispering of a hauntingly familiar voice reached my ears. Sesshōmaru looked down at me, reaching out and placing a hand over the sword handle- seeming to recognize the signs of me hearing voices already. The whole building reeked of death- I doubted even he could tell the scent of a moving corpse from a still one.

"No…" Please, let me be wrong about this. "No, no, no! Not her!"

I hurried up the staircase like the fool that I was and once at the top I saw someone standing at the other end of the hallway, slowly making their way over to us. That pink-and-white kimono was unmistakable and yet… something was wrong. It was covered in blood. The right side of her face was burned away, almost seeming to mimic that of what I had done to a very irritating incarnation so long ago.

"It is her…"

"What's going on!?" Jaken demanded, climbing up quickly when he saw that I had stopped. "Why the hold up!?"

"Otoki…" I choked out, stepping forward. "Otoki, no…"

"Where is my brother…? It hurts."

"I-I know…" Otoki never made it out of this castle, so of course she wasn't alive. She was dead right from the moment we left for Rindoh Village. I had known it all along and yet… it was still so hard to accept. The proof of it was right in front of me. "I know it hurts. I-I'm so sorry."

"I want go home…"

"I know. I know you do." I understand that more than anything else in this world. I want to go home as well.

Jaken's eyes widened as he watched this take place, leaning forward with intrigue. "She is communicating with the corpse's spirit! How mysterious. What do you think of this M'lord? Uh… M-M'lord?"

Otoki was right in front of me now, yet somehow I was unafraid of her. All I felt was sadness, my heart reaching out for this poor girl. All she had wanted was to see her little brother, to know he was doing alright without her. This child never deserved such a painful end. "I'm sorry…" She reached out, a dark aura emanating from her body. Dropping the mask and grabbing her wrists before she could touch my neck, I stared at the outcome of my own failure. If only I were stronger- if I wasn't so weak! I should have went with her and made sure she got out of the castle. Suddenly she moved forward, alarming strength pushing me back. "Wh-What!?"

She was so much younger than me; where did all this power come from? The edges of my heels met the top step of the staircase and I struggled to stay upright, knowing that if I fell I would snap my neck or break a bone. "Save me." She seemed to say, empty eyes boring into mine. "Free me from this spell. Please."

"O-Otoki!?"

That was when I saw him. Out of the corner of my vision was Sesshōmaru, blade held high in the air.

"N-No, wait-!"

His eyes were as cold as hardened gold. There had to be a way to save her aside from killing her! How was his weapon even working against the corpses? I still don't understand anything of what's going on! This can't be the only way! My protests fell on deaf ears and seeing the way he brought the sword down towards her I panicked. In my effort to stop him from slaying the child I released Otoki's wrists and lunged, desperately trying to grab him.

The corpse took that chance to wrap her arms around my waist, clinging tight and changing the direction of which I was moving with her dead weight. "No-!"

"I'm sorry."

Her lips parted and her mouth opened wide, teeth ready to dig into my wounded shoulder. Right as she was going rip apart my flesh Sesshōmaru mercilessly swung his sword... and then the voice stopped. I collapsed hard onto my front, the girl's body so heavy from death that it was crushing me. I didn't even have a chance to figure out what she meant by how to free her. She was gone.

"Wh-Why…?" I wheezed, shakily crawling out from beneath her. I rolled the girl's body over and weakly tugged her into my lap, sniffling. "Why did you do that!? Sh-She was- She was trying to tell me something! The spell it… it had a way to be broken! I-I could have saved her! You didn't have to just kill her, you jerk!"

I brought a hand to rest against the burned side of Otoki's face, guilt welling up inside my heart as I looked at her. After a short moment, I turned to glare at Sesshōmaru, not bothering to hide the betrayal in my voice.

"How could you?"

I was really starting to think he could have been someone I was able to trust, but now… frick. Damn it! I took a shaky breath and bowed my head, eyes squeezing tightly shut as I mourned. I was completely unaware of the pentagram being drawn at my feet or how the blue light from Otoki's mangled body began to take shape, icy cold flames dancing along my body. I wouldn't have even bothered looking up if I didn't feel a pair of hands cup my face, raising my chin gently.

I tensed and opened my eyes in confusion, only to stare in shock at the person in front of me.

Her visage was so ghostly and transparent, and for a moment I thought she wasn't even there at all. She looked so unlike her corpse, all injuries and blood gone from her flesh and kimono. It almost felt like I was viewing a completely different person. The child pulled her hands away and smiled warmly at me, several fiery butterflies flapping around her. "Hello, Irene."

"O… Otoki?"

She rose from the pentagram, the fire seeming to give her shape. It was so different from the way the other undead behaved after being destroyed. It was almost as if the Shikigami reached out to her spirit before it could fade away, giving her one last chance to speak. I felt almost certain that was exactly what had happened,  and yet… how? What was that light that appeared when she and all the other corpses were slain? Was it their souls?

Did Sesshōmaru actually free them after all?

The young girl laced her fingers together in front of her, eyeing me warmly for a moment before turning to see Sesshōmaru, watching him tuck his sword away back into its sheath. She was just as adorable as when we first met. "Thank you so much!" She said, leaning down in a deep bow to show her respect. "You saved me!"

"He… He did?" I asked, stunned at the confirmation. "Sesshōmaru… saved you?"

The spirit stood up straight and her smile softened, noticing how confused I was. She nodded at my words. "Yes. Because of his sword I was able to break through the spell that was placed on me. I always thought demons were scary… especially when they came and attacked the castle. But you saved me, Mister Demon." She looked up at him, tears filling her eyes. "It's thanks to you that I can sleep soundly now and see my little brother again. Thank you. Thank you so much, Mister Demon."

The flames grew brighter around her for a moment before they started to dissipate, the butterflies flying downwards to the pentagram below. Otoki was starting to lose her form. "W-Wait! Don't go! I-!"

There were so many things I wanted to say to her.

To tell her.

So much was running through my mind, suffocating and overwhelming, and I ended up losing track as my mind went blank. My voice died on my lips. Otoki knelt down beside me, staring at me with sad eyes. Those eyes… they would still be full of life if I had taken a different path. If I had thought to bring her with us, or to go with her and ensure she got out of the castle, she might still be alive. I was just so angry at Naraku that I didn't think straight.

And because of that she paid the price.

"I… I'm so sorry…"

Otoki shook her head at me, moving close and resting her forehead against mine. It was such an odd feeling as the fire was somehow cold. I wondered if it they were the flames of death. "Naraku is the one who did this." She told me, hands grasping my shoulders gently. "You tried to save me."

The girl then leaned forward, wrapping her arms around me.

"You held me like this once, remember? You said it was for my brother who couldn't be there for me. This time… this embrace is for you- from the both of us."

"No…" Keeping hold of the corpse's head with one hand so not to drop the body, I reached out out with my other arm to try and reciprocate, holding her tight. My voice cracked, heart feeling as if it was being crushed in a vice. "P-Please… don't go."

"Thank you, Irene…" She pulled back, freckled face smiling at me. "Farewell!"

"Otoki-!" My fingers faded through the flames as she vanished, the butterflies flapping their winds and disappearing into the pentagram. The fire around me burned brighter, flickering angrily in the air as the cold blue turned icy hot. "N-Not… Not… Not y-you, too-!"

The airways in my throat closed up and my breath came out in stuttered bursts, the pain flowing through me unbearable. I heaved and gasped, shaking uncontrollably as the sobs wracked my body so hard I was leaning over, feeling as though I were about to vomit. I tried desperately to stop it, tired of crying and frustrated by all the loss happening in this world, but there was no end to it. My lips curled back and my teeth ground so tight together it hurt.

Otoki's final words echoed in my mind.

Naraku was the one who did this. He took her and the samurai away, placing them under a spell and using them against us. I bet he even had Anastasia burn her face for some sick kind of message, as if to warn me against harming Kagura again. Bastard. I turned to look at Sesshōmaru and Jaken, anger settling in and fusing with the sorrow.

"A-All these people… i-in the… the castle… they're being controlled by Naraku?"

Jaken took a step back to avoid being touched by one of the embers, hiding behind his master. "Uh, y-yes… If you destroy a corpse that's under a spell, the spirit will go free. But only if you're Lord Sesshōmaru, of course!"

"Why… Why only him?"

Otoki said it had something to do with his sword. How could a weapon with a dull blade, incapable of harming enemies, save a spirit?

Jaken grinned widely, proud to be speaking of his master. "Lord Sesshōmaru is the only one capable of wielding the tenseiga- a weapon crafted from his father's mighty fang, a blade used to slay the undead!"

"And… you knew about this?" I looked up at the great dog demon, uncertainty in my gaze. When he saved me downstairs when I was cornered by all those zombies it was the tenseiga that he used. The blue light that I saw erupting from their bodies were their souls drifting away to freedom. "About their spirits?"

Sesshōmaru gave no verbal response. The neutral expression he wore, however, told me everything I needed to know. Facing Otoki once more and breaking out into several rough coughs, I willed the flames to dissipate. The world began to spin as a result and I found myself hunching over, staring into the deformed face of the girl I barely had time to call a friend.

I seriously hated Naraku.

He's so… awful. It's to the point where he can't even be described as bad or evil. He's just… awful. There's so much wrong with him and all that he does. I'm so tired of it. All these innocent people are being murdered because of his own selfish desires. Stubbornly ignoring the pain in my chest as I started to wheeze, I pulled out the broken pinwheel that sat in my pocket and tucked the end of the stick into her obi, making sure it would stay with her. Juzo really did work so hard on that gift.

"I'll get him back," I promised her, voice a low trembling growl, "Naraku won't get away this, s-so… so… just rest now, okay? Give your little brother a hug for me?"

Moving slowly, I set the girl's corpse down on the ground and closed her one open eye.

"I-It'll be… alright. No one can… No one can hurt you now."

Ohh, it hurts so much. The tears don't want to stop. Speaking is taking so much out of me, but… this war isn't over. We still need to get to that monster waiting in the tower. Jaken tapped his foot irritably against the ground, losing his patience waiting for me. "What are you doing!?" He demanded, voice rising up in pitch again. "How much longer do you intend to keep Lord Sesshōmaru waiting!?"

I said nothing, struggling to regain control of my emotions and calm down enough to get oxygen flowing decently again. The silver-haired demon, however, focused on the gremlin with a cold stare, calling out with a sharp tone, "Jaken."

"See!" The gremlin exclaimed, then turned to face his master expectantly. "Wh-What is it, Lord Sesshōmaru?"

He narrowed his eyes at the demon. "Leave the woman alone."

The gremlin jumped, startled by the harshness of his voice, before sinking down and backing away in fright. "Y-Yes, M'lord…"

I really don't want to do this anymore. I don't care how much it hurts me; I'm not gonna hold back. Naraku has lived and tormented others long enough. Anastasia was the one who summoned me and my sister here, anyway, so I'll just get my answers out of her. For now that wretched half-demon needed to die. I stood up and wobbled, dragging my feet over to the mask that was on the ground. My body felt so numb.

I brought my sleeve up and wiped at my face, sniffling loudly as I knelt down down and picked up the fallen object. I held it with both hands, fiddling with it for a moment, before forcing myself to go over to where Sesshōmaru was standing. There was a huge misunderstanding and I needed to set it right. "Se… Sesshōmaru…?"

His piercing gaze focused on me. My heart caught in my throat and for a moment I forgot how to talk.

"I… wh-what you did… o-or were doing with the… the corpses; I-I didn't realize. You were saving her a-and… I yelled at you. I shouldn't have… done that. I'm sorry."

I sniffled, blinking several times as I raised my head up to meet his intimidating gaze once more. There were still so many things I had yet to learn about the Feudal Era and its inhabitants, and there were a lot of supernatural powers that I remained to lack understanding of. And although I was dizzy and angry, and so many other things, at this exact moment only one emotion was rising strongly enough to the surface that I wanted to express it.

And that was gratitude.

"But… I-I want to thank you." I smiled warmly at him, clutching the hem of my sweater tightly and holding the mask to my side. "Y-You didn't have to save them, but you did. Otoki and the… the samurai that attacked me earlier. You freed them and… stopped the voices. So… thank you."

I wiped at my face again, trying to brush away the tears that were falling once more. My head was pounding furiously at me. It seriously wanted a break from all these emotions; I felt so worn.

"Y-You're seriously amazing, Sesshōmaru. You're even putting up with all my nonsense." I sniffed. "I-I'll take you to the tower now, so… yeah. Thank you. I-It's this way. This castle could do without an evil spider or two."

I rose the mask up to my face and tied it on, blinking several times as I wobbled to the next doorway. The moldy, musty air became filtered through the holes in the mask, clearing my lungs and straightening out my blurry vision. I was just going to keep this wretched thing on for the rest of my time here; I kept taking it off because I hated wearing masks- something that was mostly brought on from all the days I had to wear my respirator- but this thing was incredible. What was Sango's secret to making it?

[prettyinlimegreenboots]

you took me on a cut-your-own-christmas-tree-farm date & holy frick you make a cute lumberjack I WAS UNPREPARED 

A couple of cuss words are in here. Fluffiness ahead.  

All the instructions said were for him to dress warm, which in Race’s mind was jeans, a shirt with a flannel shirt over it and his winter coat. He wasn’t prepared to see Lumberjack Spot walk out of their bedroom, tugging on his winter coat. His breath was momentarily taken away as his eyes slowly made their way up Spot’s body. “You done checking me out?” 

“Uhhh . . . I may need a moment or two more.” Race grinned, taking another look before Spot grabbed his hand and dragged him out of their house. “So where are we going?” 

Spot gave him a look as they got into the SUV, they had recently purchased. It was the first car either of them owned that wasn’t used and both had a blast test driving so many cars before landing on a deep navy blue Nissan Rogue. “You know what the date is, right?” 

“Uhhh . . . December 1st, right?” Race had a hard time keeping track of the days as they mostly just blended together with appointments and work. 

Spot started driving, giving his boyfriend a grin. “Yes, It’s December 1st and it’s a surprise if you haven’t figured it out yet.” 

Race nodded, hooking his phone up to the bluetooth as Michael Buble’s “It’s Beginning To Look a Lot Like Christmas” played softly through the speakers. Race laced his fingers with Spot’s and squeezed them as they headed out of the city. 

“How has your week been?” Race smiled, looking over at Spot. “I feel like I haven’t seen you at all.” 

Spot grimaced, his engineering firm was about to close a big deal with a local hospital on building a state of the art facility that would take a couple of years and millions of dollars. “The deal is almost done. We’re anticipating being able to sign on Monday. I’ll just be glad when it’s done.” 

“Have they named a head engineer on it yet?” Race asked, knowing just how badly Spot wanted the job. 

He shook his head. “Not yet. My boss said they’re going to announce it in a few weeks.” 

“Fingers crossed that it’ll be you, Spottie.” Race grinned. 

Shaking his head, Spot clicked off the cruise control as they merged onto an exit. Race looked up, not recognizing where they were headed. “Don’t jinx me. Yes, I want it but I’ll be happy that the firm is getting the business. There’ll be other big deals.” 

One of the many things that Race loved about Spot is that he was modest. One of the things Race disliked about Spot was that he didn’t toot his own horn and own his accomplishments. Spot was a brilliant engineer who had finished the new art museum to rave reviews. They had toured it several weeks ago and even Race was impressed by the building. 

“You’re too modest. You deserve that contract, Spot.” Race gave him a look with a soft smile. “Own that and let yourself imagine it for a second that it could be yours.” 

Spot nodded, as they turned into a seemingly empty lot. They quickly parked as Race’s eyes widened in realization. “We’re cutting down our Christmas tree today, aren’t we?” 

“Yes, yes we are. It’s tradition after all.” Spot laughed, getting out of the car and heading into the little hut off to the side. Race watched as he talked with the lady behind the counter, her handing him a map and a saw. A few more words were exchanged before Spot joined him outside. 

“That looked to be an interesting conversation.” Race noted as Spot nodded, opening up the map she had given him. 

Nodding, Spot laid the map out on the hood of the car, surveying it. “She asked if we had done this before and I told her yes. Then she asked about the particular tree that we were looking for. I told her something that’s full, won’t shed a lot, and tall. She suggested the Fraser Fir, as they have a firm needle.” 

Race snorted at the statement before hip checking Spot as he looked at the map, pointing at a spot. “So we’re heading over here?” 

“Let’s go find us a tree.” Spot scooped up the map, grabbed the saw and Race’s hand as they made their way out to the field. They headed to the left side, where the Fraser Firs would be. In passing a few trees, they quickly decided to keep walking. “How big are we looking for?” 

“Well the house ceilings are 12 feet, so something significantly less than that.” Spot shrugged. “Maybe like 8 or 9 feet.” 

Race nodded, stopping to look at one, letting his fingers comb the branches. “How about this one?” 

Spot eyed it, shrugging. “How about we keep looking? It doesn’t feel like the right one.” 

Race laughed, throwing his head back. “You’ve get a feeling about the right tree?” 

“It's instinctual.” Spot said, walking a few yards away from Race. 

He shook his head, watching his boyfriend walk away. “Now I know you’re just making shit up.” 

Spot’s laugh echoed in the open field, causing Race to smile before going to find him. Race found him looking at a tall tree with a grin. “How about this one?” 

Race joined him, letting his fingers fall to the branches and giving them a hearty tug. The needles were soft under his fingers and the tree was taller than him, which wasn’t saying much. “I love it. I think this might be the one.” 

“Want to do the honors?” Holding out the saw to him, Spot gave Race a look before busting up laughing.

“Have you met me?” Race wheezed out over the laughter. “I can’t cut anything straight. I’ll muck it up.” 

Spot dropped to his knees before falling to his stomach, grumbling about being on the cold ground before starting to cut down the tree. Race took the opportunity to gleefully stare at his rear in the tight jeans. “And quit checking me out.” 

Gasping, Race gave him a grin.  “I wouldn’t do such a thing.” 

“Then why do I feel your eyes burning holes on my ass?” Spot looked over his shoulder with a grin, continuing to cut down the tree. 

The tree fell with a flourish as Spot held a hand out to be helped up. Race pulled him into his arms, kissing him with a grin. “Great job, Spottie.” 

Spot laughed, picking up the truck before motioning Race to grab the top. They awkwardly walked back to the parking lot, allowing the employees to wrap it up and tie it down to the car. After paying, they were on their way back to the city. “How are we going to decorate it?” 

“Lights, ornaments, the whole 9 yards that we typically decorate it.” Spot shrugged, not really understanding where Race was going with this. 

“All tonight?” Race asked, fiddling with the radio. 

Spot caught his hand in his, lacing their fingers together, squeezing them gently. “If you want. Or we can put the lights up tonight and do the ornaments tomorrow.” 

“Rather just get it done and over with.” Race sighed, relaxing back in his seat, watching the world pass them by. “It’s hard to believe it’s already December. Seemed the year just started and now we’re almost done.” 

Spot smiled, listening to Race go soft. “Are you ready for the mayhem that’ll be coming with work?” 

“Christmas dances are already underway and we have our big showcase on the 21st- you’ll be there right?” Race asked, biting his lip. 

Spot nodded. “It’s in my calendar and I wouldn’t miss it for the world, especially since Ella is making her dancing debut.” 

Jack and Kat’s daughter, Ella, was 3 and all she could talk about was dancing at Uncle Race’s studio. The little girl loved her uncles and loved dancing even more so it was a natural fit. 

“She’s so good, Spottie.” Race sighed. “It’ll be fun watching her grow and continue to get better.” 

Spot loved listening to Race talk about dancing. He had been a dancer his whole life and the decision to open his own studio wasn’t one he took lightly but he excelled at it. He had a waiting list of potential dancers due to the popularity of the studio and the high standards he held his dancers to. 

Race sighed. “It’s going to be chaotic these next few weeks but it’ll be nice to have some time off at the end of the month.  Maybe we can get away for a few days after Christmas.” 

“That sounds like a plan. We should probably book something sooner rather than later and maybe in the middle of the week.” Spot loved the suggestion and knew that Race was correct about the chaotic nature of the weeks ahead. 

Once home, they made quick work getting the tree into the house and setting it up in the corner of the living room. “Hey, where did we put the lights?” 

“Uhhh . . . I think they’re in the attic.” Spot called back, tightening the tree stand, ensuring that the tree was secured. 

Race nodded, heading into the hallway where their pulldown stairs were located. Once the ladder was secured, he climbed it immediately finding the big box that had Spot’s scrawl on it. Grabbing it, he heffed it downstairs, putting in near the tree with a huff. “You okay?” 

“Have I mentioned how much I hate our attic?” Race gave him a look with a shake of his head. “Because if I haven’t, I really hate it.” 

Spot chuckled, because it was the same statement every year around this time. “I’m sorry that you had to go up there.”

Race shook his head, opening up the box, grabbing a string of lights. Spot stayed back, knowing how much Race loved to put the lights on. “Quit staring at my ass.” 

“Payback is hell.” Spot grinned, letting his eyes scan Race’s backside with a chuckle.

Race looked over his shoulder and wiggled his butt at Spot as he continued to clip the lights into place, causing Spot to laugh at him. Before long, Spot was grabbing the step stool for Race so he could do the top part of the tree. While he did that, Spot went up to the attic to retrieve the boxes that were filled with their ornaments. 

“Spottie?” Race called, standing at the bottom of the ladder, looking uneasily up into the attic. “You up there?” 

“Yea I’m up here.” Spot handed him a box, watching him take into the living room before appearing once more. He handed him one more before walking down with the final box. 

Looking at the boxes, Race looked over at Spot with a grin. “How do you want to do this?” 

“How about we start with our ornaments for the year?” Spot suggested as Race grinned.

They had started the tradition the first year they were together. They would each buy each other ornaments that reflected on the past year. In the past four years, they had to get creative with the ornaments. 

Spot walked into their bedroom, grabbing a box and went back into the living room as Race came from their home office. “You hid yours in the home office?” 

“You never go in there so it was the perfect hiding place.” Race grinned, sitting on the couch as Spot joined him. “You go first.” 

Spot grinned, handing over the colorfully wrapped box. Race’s eyes lit up at the box before slowly starting to unwrap it. A plain brown box was in his hands as he slid his finger under the tape. Opening it up, Race gasped at the silver box that had a silver ribbon on top with a red ribbon attached to it. “It’s so pretty. But I don’t understand.” 

Spot took the box from him, before lacing their fingers together, giving them a quick squeeze. “Antonio, it’s been an amazing four years since you walked into my life. You have turned my world upside down and I am so thankful everyday that I can call you mine. Will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?” 

Dropping to his knee, Spot unlocked the silver box to reveal a silver hammered ring, nestled in the velvet inside. Race’s jaw dropped as a tear made its way down his face. Nodding, he sniffled. “Yes, Sean. Yes.” 

Taking the ring out of the box, he slid it on Race’s ring finger before pulling Race to him, kissing him. “I love you, Racer.” 

“I love you too Spottie.” Race held his left hand up, admiring the ring. “Damn you Spot. Making me cry . . . it’s supposed to be a happy day.”

Spot chuckled, kissing him once more. “It is a happy day. You just made all of my hopes, dreams, and wishes come true.” 

“And now you want me to give you my ornament?” Race said, wiping his eyes with a sigh. Spot grinned at him, nodding. 

Handing Spot a simple red wrapped box, Race ran his finger over the ring that was just placed on his finger with a grin. Race had had a hard time picking out Spot’s ornament but hoped he would love it. 

“Don’t look so nervous.” Spot grinned, pulling off the wrapping paper watching Race bit his lip. “I’m sure I’ll love it.” 

Race nodded, his lip still in between his teeth. Spot opened the box, gasping at what was laying among the tissue paper. Race had gotten a local artist to create an ornament of the two of them. Their backs on the ornament with Spot’s arm around Race’s back. Along the bottom were their names along with “your my person” and the year. 

Spot looked up at Race with tears in his eyes. “I absolutely love it. This is amazing.” 

“You sure?” Race asked, despite the reaction from Spot, he was still nervous. 

Putting the ornament on the coffee table, Spot leaned over to Race, pulling him in for a kiss. “Yes, I absolutely love it. It’s perfect for this year.  Our ornaments go hand in hand.”

“Unintentionally but yes they do.” Race grinned, pulling Spot back in for a kiss. “I love you Sean Conlon. Thank you for making me the happiest person yet.” 

“Love you too Antonio Higgins. Thank you for making me so happy.” Spot sighed, lacing their fingers together. “What do you say staying here for a few hours before we decorate the tree? Wanna cuddle with you.” 

Race nodded, kicking off his shoes before laying his head on Spot’s chest, fingers still laced together. “You’re a sap Conlon but I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

“Love you too Higgins.” Spot grinned, running his fingers through Race’s curls with a sigh of contentment. 

Later, after the tree was decorated, they would sit in front of it with Race’s ring on display as they texted and called their friends and family, bringing them into their little secret. Race would look over at Spot with the biggest grin on his face, knowing his life was complete due to the amazing person sitting next to him. 

Any feedback you have would be awesome! Hope you enjoyed the fluffiness of these two!!! 

[tuttifuckinfruttifriday]

—First part <click here

Really helps if you read Meeting part 6

Do I..?

Pairings: (Main) Jason Voorheese x MJ, MJ x Malon, small mention of MJ x Oc

Warnings: dark, dark thoughts, protective husband, Stockholm syndrome mention, “comfort”

*=pov change

-=time skip

Changed it a little from what I told you @randomly-a-fan 👀 so sadly it’s kind of short

Sososososososooooo sorry for taking so long D’:

They said that hell’s not hot- Marilyn Manson, I fricking love the lyrics

Don’t hesitate to tell me if I did any mistakes, which I probably did like always :)!

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The birds were singing as the first ray of light entered the bedroom, MJ’s bedroom. She didn’t catch one bit of sleep, the person beside her being the thing that kept her awake. Her mind was racing with the thoughts of the night she was taken and all the things that happened for her to arrive there...

And she knew she had to do something, she couldn’t stay. Eric had totally opened her eyes, and even if she had the impression she loved Jason, it was him who killed her supposed friends and almost killed Eric, and could have killed her. She needed to get away, the only things controlling her being her fear, confusion and anger. Silently and as fast as she could, she got out of bed, stopping as the mattress creaked. Pale eyes fell onto the massive figure in bed, and when she didn’t see him moving she continued and dressed herself. There was still some time before her captor woke up and went to patrol, so she had to be quick. With a quick movement of putting some things in a small bag, she went into her daughter’s bedroom a frown on her face as tears burned at the corner of her eyes. She didn’t want to let her there, but it would be better that way for now. After a quick kiss to her forehead and a hushed “I love you” to her sleeping form, she went to the kitchen and stopped, thinking.

There’s a part of her that just wants to get out, but she wasn’t as cruel as that, and her brains still told her she loves Jason... and she literally loves Malon........

Her shaking hand reached towards the notepad they keep for when Jason wants to talk and she took the pen beside it, trying to think of what she could write.

“Dear...

Jason and Malon, I’m sorry I left

Whoever sees this, this is goodbye.

I can’t stay there, remembering how I got there . To Jason and Malon, I’m sorry I left you two, I don’t really know what I’m doing right now or if I’m going to come back, which I probably maybe won’t, but I love you two. Jason, you killed the people i came with and almost killed my friend, which makes me reconsider some things... and you’ve kidnapped me. Somebody told me I may have Stockholm syndrome, so I took their advice they gave me with that. I love you two so much ...Goodbye, lot of love,

MJ.”

It was simple and there was some scratches out words, but she didn’t mind as she tried to make the tear that fell on the sheet go away, only for it to evidently disappear in the thin sheet.

She didn’t want to go, but it seemed the only option at the moment. So she walked through the door with the salty beads of water falling down her cheeks, not looking back as the door closed, not realizing that the lined sheet fell on the ground from the wind the door caused.

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It was after some time of walking and not knowing where she’s going that she realized how stupid her idea was. She didn’t have any of Eric’s information and she was almost sure she was lost. Even if she knew some survival skills, she couldn’t think about anything, panic submerging her brains as a fog surfed the forest’s ground, making her watch her steps. She... she didn’t know if she walked this way into the forest, not even once. It was like a different world at night, the trees shadowing her and her path from the pale moon’s lights. Everything seemed scarier and darker, almost as if there were other monsters. Evidently it was because of the lights, she wasn’t stupid, but there was and eerie feeling in the air and her anxiety and paranoia were racing through her body. As the winds seemed to be whispering her name, a random memory came back to her..

*{flashback to Meeting part6}*

As she stirred quietly, having no idea what woke her up, her pale eyes met dark ones, the ones of the monster who captured her person she was starting to slowly love as he hovered over her, his chest falling and going up rapidly as he was trying to catch his breath. But it’s not like she really paid attention to that anyway. He seemed to have been waiting for some time, and his machete was scratched, but there wasn’t any blood, except a little bit on his collar, which made MJ frown. How come he didn’t have any blood anywhere else and just there? It didn’t look like a splash either, but she wouldn’t ask as she smiled sweetly. If only she’d heard the inhuman scream, maybe she wouldn’t be in this situation right now...

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It only lasted a blink as a frown came onto her face, her bag falling to the ground as she remembered the sweet gift Jason gave her, the first real act of love he did, and the thing that made her fall even more into him. She still had the cute heart shaped piece of bark on the wall of her bedroom, their bedroom, at the house, having put it there since they found Malon. As if the nature felt her change in emotions, the sky darkened even more, trees seeming to be reaching for her with their arms as sharp as razor blades. The sky clouded over and rain poured down onto MJ, who’s only in a thin jacket and cheap and used shoes, which absorbed the rain as soon as it fell. “I’m.. I’m so stupid” she mumbled to herself as her body started to shake. A pitiful chuckle escaped her when she thought about how Jason and Malon would be mad at her for calling herself stupid.

Drenched and feeling absolutely stupid, MJ caught sign of what looked like a small cave and her eyes glazed over with tears, one escaping and falling down her cheek. She ran for cover and prayed that there isn’t any bear or animals in the cave, not wanting to die today. After making sure there isn’t anything, she got her things out and made herself a place, putting her bag with some clothes in it up on the small fluffy but old and used blanket to make herself a pillow. The earthen ground wasn’t as wet as she thought it would be, so that was something nice. She placed herself for the night, looking at the darkened picture of her daughter and Jason, her heart breaking. A part of her wanted to go back, but she decided she would evidently sleep on it, or maybe take some more days before coming home, or just never going back... With those thoughts, she sobbed herself to sleep, suddenly having a big change of mood and dark thoughts coming the her...

A mist seemed to be floating around the sleeping woman, the smoke being even darker than the darkness of the cave itself. What seemed to be two yellow eyes flashed for some seconds before what seemed to be a grin appeared faintly, and then darkness took place once again.....

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For all day, Jason had panicked and searched for his wife, even as the sun had gone down. He didn’t even sleep, only coming inside to make sure Malon’s okay. But while doing that, his heart broke even more as he almost saw his wife’s face on her. She may be adopted, but he could see a part of MJ in her, which made the small redhead look more mature than ever.

It was when he almost gave up that he was enlightened with something. If she didn’t go by herself, then she was told/given the idea to go.... and there was only one person that Jason still don’t trust. Eric.

He didn’t remember anything about him, but he had this little feeling that he had seen him somewhere, a long time ago.. but where? Right now wasn’t the time tho, so he followed his instincts and walked back into the forest after he reassured his daughter, telling hell get her mom back. As if the world had heard him, as soon as he put a foot outside, he caught sight of the man he was looking for coming his way, stopping when he saw the undead giant outside. Eric was looking so small right now, a panicked looked on his face, (even if he’s literally not small with his 6’0” feet and large build). While her dad was outside, Malon stepped on a piece of paper as she was going back to her room and bent to pick it up, a frown on her face as she tried to read the dirtied paper. When she finally read it, she looked up to the window and saw Eric with her dad, the latter seeming to be mad as hell as he tried to slash at Eric, the male not knowing why but having a little idea it was about MJ. She immediately ran as fast as she could, calling to her did which looked back at her, anger clearly radiating off him. “Look, daddy... it’s from mom..” Jason almost snatched it out of her hands as he read it. The more he read, the more his shoulders slacked and his head bent. He.. he remembers a little how he took his wife against her wills, and he felt pretty bad about it the more he thought of it.

“ lot of love,

MJ” After reading that part, only one thought came to his head.

... she still loves him??

And that’s what got him going, almost running through the trees as he left the scared(and scarred) man with his daughter, his mission to find and bring back his wife. There was a lot of chances that she was out of the forest, but he wouldn’t rest until he saw her.

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MJ was preparing herself to go back to the house, missing terribly her family. That’s what Jason and Malon are. She had all morning to think about it, the dark thoughts she had last night at the back of her head and her husband and daughter at the front. As soon as she got out of the cave, her bag on her shoulder, it was almost as if she was under water and had just gotten out to breath, which made her stop in her tracks with her eyes wide open. The brunette hadn’t thought about it, but she felt a little better in the sun... weird. There was still a lingering feeling of darkness tho, and she was feeling as if someone was looking at her. But there was nobody, so she only walked in the direction of the house, her eyes sparkling with tears. She couldn’t leave everything behind, even if it hurts looking at the past.

As soon as her pale eyes finally caught sight of the swing beside the cabin, MJ was almost tackled to the ground as a big figure crashed into her, their arms wrapping tightly around her. Her body was frozen in the warm embrace, her shoulders tensed and her eyes wide. When she looked up, the transparent pearls fell down her cheeks, her hands coming into contact with her husband’s unmasked face as he had gotten his mask up. With rushed and sad apologies leaving her lips, she kissed his unique face everywhere before her trembling lips met his and her brows arched. Jason even shed some tears, his embrace tightening before he shushed her apologies and carried her back to the house where Malon was sitting on the steps, rushing to her parents as soon as she saw her tired mother into her father’s arms. The dark feeling and thoughts MJ had were totally gone as the only things that are in her mind are her loves. Malon told her Eric was there, but when away a little bit before her and her dad came back, which made her frown for a moment but she still nodded and hugged her tightly.

Even if for the rest of the day she apologized constantly and regretted her action, it wouldn’t change the fact that a real family stays together, no matter what. And she have two sweethearts who will always love her 💖💖

[glimmerglanger]

ooh are you taking angsty prompts? if so would either 3 or 32 inspire you?

I am taking angsty prompts! Ooooh, well, how could I resist 32 (“Can you feel the blood draining from your body?”), because, oh, frick frack. Obikin Vampire AU? Obikin Vampire AU!

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“Can you feel the blood draining from your body?” the Chancellor asked, gloating, leaning over the bed, and Obi-Wan wished, truly, that he had enough time to unpack everything wrong with his current situation.

He’d start with the fact that - apparently - a gods’ damned vampire had somehow insinuated himself into the heart of their government, that none of his fellow knights had realized what had happened, that they’d all happily danced to his whims for years, that he’d taken - taken Anakin, and--

And corrupted him, somehow.

Turned him.

Obi-Wan scowled up at the figure looming above him, straining against the bonds around his wrists, but he had been secured firmly. Palpatine’s guards had taken excessive care with the knots, pulling his arms out so that his shoulders burned. They hadn’t contented themselves there. Ropes cut into his ankles, as well, pinning him down.

When they’d first finished the knots, leaving him panting and swearing, the taste of blood in his mouth, he’d thought Palpatine had intended… Well. Something besides what had happened. He’d been braced for a different kind of nightmare, before another guard - one wearing a helmet, Obi-Wan had not been able to see any of their faces - had come into the room, carrying a body wrapped in a blanket.

Obi-Wan had been unable to move, to do anything but twist his head to look, as the guard stepped up to the bed, leaned over, and deposited the body. Obi-Wan had been looking for Anakin for days, increasingly worried about his disappearance, eventually tracking him to the castle.

He had not expected to find Anakin as a corpse. Pale. Bloodless. Dirt cacked to his skin.

Not Anakin, not his partner, his friend, his--

Not Anakin, who was the finest swordsman Obi-Wan had ever met. Not Anakin, who had lived through so much. Not Anakin.

But the reality of the situation had not allowed him to retreat from the obvious truth. Not when the guard had put a hand on Anakin’s shoulder and rolled him, so that his cold skin pressed against Obi-Wan’s body, not when Palpatine had reappeared, smiling, a knife in his hand.

“I’ll kill you for this,” Obi-Wan had said, the words torn out of his throat, his eyes burning with grief and loss. He’d thought he’d never feel such grief again, not after demons tore Satine apart in front of him. He had, obviously, been mistaken.

“I’m afraid you won’t get the chance,” Palpatine had said, and leaned over, gripping Obi-Wan’s jaw, tilting his head to the side. And for a moment, Obi-Wan had thought the man intended only to open his throat from ear to ear. To kill him, leaving his blood to soak down into the fine bed, with Anakin’s corpse curled against him.

Instead, Palpatine barely parted his skin before drawing back. “There,” he’d said, “that will be enough.” He’d raised the blade to his mouth, tongue flicking out to lap up the blood, and Obi-Wan had been horrified, the horror only building at the thick, hungry sound Palpatine made.

He’d killed vampires. They were monstrous, and that this one had killed Anakin--

Except, he’d realized, as blood slid down his throat and began to soak into the sheets, Palpatine had not killed Anakin. That was not the crime he had committed. Obi-Wan had frozen, numb with distant dread, when Anakin stirred, impossibly cold limbs moving.

“No,” he’d panted, when Anakin moved, slowly, jerkily, pulling himself up and across Obi-Wan’s chest. “No, no, not this,” but no one had been listening. No one had cared, no one had done anything as Anakin slumped against him, all of his weight crushing Obi-Wan down against the mattress as he pressed his face closer, dragging his tongue, finally, over Obi-Wan’s throat.

He’d licked at the blood, but only for a moment, only just long enough for horror to fully roll down Obi-Wan’s spine, and then, as though marshalling the strength, he’d rolled fully over onto Obi-Wan, grabbed his chin, pulled it to the side, and, as Obi-Wan gasped, “No!” sunk in his teeth.

It had hurt, the pain sudden and horrific. And it did not stop and it did not stop and it did not stop. Anakin swallowed, tongue on Obi-Wan’s throat, teeth sunk into his throat. Obi-Wan struggled to breathe under Anakin’s weight, his slowly warming body, and scowled up at Palpatine’s smirking visage.

“He’ll never forgive you for this,” Obi-Wan managed to pant, through the pain. Talking made it hurt worse, shifting the fangs in his throat. He was beginning to grow cold, all over. Dizzy. All the life in his was being taken, shifted over into Anakin’s body, and that was not even a bargain he would have begrudged, not normally.

Not if it were an exchange for Anakin’s true life. Obi-Wan would trade himself willingly, to save Anakin. As though sensing those thoughts, Anakin stirred against him, more movement than he’d made since sinking in his fangs.

Palpatine laughed, a cackle. “Oh, he will. When he realizes all he has done, he will grab onto anything I say to justify it. He’ll have to. Otherwise, he won’t be able to live with himself.” He leaned over, stroking a hand across Anakin’s shoulder, and Obi-Wan shuddered on Anakin’s behalf.

“Get your hands off of him,” Obi-Wan snapped, but he could hear the weakness in his voice. He tensed his shoulders, his arms, straining against the bonds, but it was a poor effort. He collapsed back, under Anakin’s weight, listening to Palpatine laugh, all delight and sharp edges. Over the sound of it, he barely heard the strange, questioning sound Anakin made. He felt it more, translated directly into his neck.

Obi-Wan blinked, his eyes burning. His neck hurt, deeply. His vision was starting to go black around the edges. And Anakin was making more little sounds, coming more and more alive with each swallow.

He shifted against Obi-Wan, and Obi-Wan braced for more pain, but he was only placing an elbow on the bed, lifting some of his weight away, enough that Obi-Wan could suck in a breath. “Anakin,” he rasped out, Anakin’s other fingers still clenched around his jaw, holding him in place, tightening a bit at Obi-Wan’s voice. 

“He can’t hear you,” Palpatine said, the bed dipping as he sat. He was petting Anakin’s hair; Obi-Wan could feel the brush of his fingers. It turned his stomach. He’d never liked the way the Chancellor looked at Anakin, but he’d never imagined….

He shook those thoughts away. Swallowed. Ignored Palpatine. “Anakin, I know you’re there. I know - I know you can’t help this.” He closed his eyes. He didn’t want to see the Chancellor’s fine sleeping chambers. He’d rather bring up memories, recall Anakin’s face, upturned to the summer sky. He’d rather imagine that Anakin really had sucked in a little breath, stiffening across his shoulders.

No one could wake from a vampire’s thrall.

Obi-Wan knew that.

It was not possible to resist the hunger, but, oh, if anyone could...

Obi-Wan set those thoughts aside, feeling his heartbeat growing unsteady. His hands felt numb. So did his lips. “It’s alright,” he said, a croak. He had to believe Anakin could hear him, somewhere down deep. Had to believe that he’d recall this, when he woke, finally, his teeth in Obi-Wan’s neck and Obi-Wan’s body cold and dead below his. “It’s alright,” he slurred, quietly, “I love you. And it’s alright.”

He felt, distantly, Anakin jerk away from him. He heard - or imagined he heard - Anakin take a sharp breath in, cry his name, but it was, surely, just a dying hallucination. He felt cold, cold all over. Cold on his neck, abruptly, and as though he were floating, no longer weighed down at all.

He drifted, hearing screams, terrible screams, not sure why he would imagine such things in his last moments. He wished his mind had granted him something more peaceful, and groaned when hands closed around his shoulders, shaking him. It didn’t seem fair that someone should shake him.

“Gods,” someone rasped over him, voice tight and panicked. Anakin’s voice, he thought, vaguely. “Gods, gods, Obi-Wan, no.” 

And it must have been over, then. Truly over. Obi-Wan shivered, murmured, “It’s alright, Anakin,” and finally, finally, gave himself over to darkness, even as the bed fell away, as he felt arms wrap under his shoulder and knees, lifting him.

[yandere-daydreams]

*falls down stairs* may i offer you the concept of a dragon, snuggling the ever-living frick out of their Darling and just generally being wholesome for a while. I can also provide the idea of a Darling Prince/Princess getting kidnapped by a Dragon Yandere and relishing in it.

A wonderful lizard, truly the perfect specimen. I love these scaley boys. Don’t know how anyone lives without them.

TW: Slight Stockholm Syndrome, Use of Scandinavian Spelling, Threats of Violence.

Sometimes, you managed to forget why Fafnir had ever scared you.

He was gentle, painstakingly so, most of the time. Even as his head sat in your lap, Fafnir sunbathing in the courtyard of the castle he'd ‘found abandoned’ while you sat on one of the garden’s walls, he kept himself from relaxing completely, never crushing you under his full weight. Part of you was thankful, his head alone as big as one of the overturned wheelbarrows sitting on the other side of the clearing. The other half couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if he ever forgot just how fragile you were, compared to him.

Idly, you ran a finger over the grooves in his scales, tracing idle patterns between brown and red and burgundy. If he minded, you were never told to stop, Fafnir’s nose burrowing itself further into your chest as you found a particularly sensitive spot, his breath nearly hot enough to burn you. Luckily, you’d built up a tolerance, by now. It was easier than pushing him away, and much more guiltless than having to explain why you were being so ‘shy’ again.

It was a tranquil moment, a peaceful one. You weren’t crying, he wasn’t trying to comfort you, a habit you’d never exactly been fond of. You almost fell into it, wondering if you could simply close your eyes and enjoy the coolness of his scales as much as he enjoyed your warmth.

Then, Fafnir had to go and break the silence.

His voice always shocked you, how deep it was, how his mouth barely seemed to move. The words, human words, sounded alien when they came from him, even if everything he said was coherent. “I went out hunting last night, after you fell asleep,” He started, perking up ever so slightly, if only enough to nudge your shoulder when your hands stopped moving. “We may have to move again. A little further, this time.”

Absentmindedly, you scratched at the soft bases of his horns, a row of black, jagged edges running down his spine. The tips weren’t poisonous or anything ridiculous like that, but you’d cut yourself more than once when you accidentally brushed against the wrong spot. “One of yours or one of mine, love?”

“Yours.” He was more awake now, lifting his head off of your lap, slitted eyes soon seeming to stare into your soul. Even lying down, he towered over you, attempting to give you space but being so suffocating, at the same time. Briefly, you wondered if you should attempt to jump down and just risk the twisted ankle or bruise you would have from the long drop. Then, Fafnir huffed, and you threw away the idea of simply walking away from a conversation he was so set on having. “I thought you said your clan would stop sending humans after the first few months, darling.” The term of affection was nearly growled, a harsh, guttural sound you took a moment to recognize. Petnames had never come naturally, to him. You considered yourself lucky if he even called you ‘mate’, some days. “There’re… what do you call them? There are more soldiers marching from that little kingdom of yours. Dozens of them, this time. Do they really think you’re still being imprisoned?”

Your mind went to do the locks on your bedroom door, to the castle door too heavy for you to move without Fafnir’s help, not that he ever let you stray far from his side. Pursing your lips, you attempted to keep your temper even, not daring to look towards his eyes. Your strength never lasted very long, not when you gaze trailed to those fangs of his, always so ready to bite into something until it stopped moving. “Please, I don’t think they-”

“You can only expect me to run for so long.” There was another nudge to your shoulder, this one threatening to knock you off the thin wall. He stood as he spoke, pushing himself up and growing taller, bigger with every little movement. Soon, you could see his massive body, the spikes that extended and flared out from his back, the bone spurs that could impale a man before Fafnir even noticed there was an enemy. And those claws… those fucking claws, you could hardly stand the idea of getting near them, again.

You only glared at his neck, biting your cheek, if only to convince yourself not to back-down at the mere sight of something sharp. “They don’t know I’m not being kept against my will, because you won’t let me talk to them.” He didn’t respond, but you weren’t sure you cared, letting out a dry, tired chuckle. You glanced towards him, but more out of a nervous habit than any true desire for a genuine conversation. “I don’t hate you, I don’t want to hate you, but if you want them to stop worrying about me, you have to let me prove to them that there’s nothing to be worried about.”

He was silent, and that familiar, icy dread you thought you’d chased away began flooding back into your system, overpowering the trust you’d thought you’d built with him. But Fafnir didn’t lash out, or growl, or do much of anything besides narrow his eyes, letting out an exhale of smoke and steam as he scanned over you. You didn’t flinch as his teeth closed around the collar of your tunic, nor did you complain as he lowered you onto the ground, turning as soon as he knew both of your feet were on the ground.

You had to jog to keep up with him, the beast already trekking across the courtyard, his wings twitching in anticipation. “It’s clear you’re not thinking rationally, if you think such animalistic people would ever understand our relationship,” He explained, not noticing as you stumbled and grabbed at his leg, if only to make him think about this before he did something he’d regret. But, your efforts were beyond fruitless, Fafnir not sparing you a second glance before he continued, his pace growing impossible to keep up with. “I’ll take care of this for you, and anyone else they send. And if they don’t stop... I’ll make them stop.”

He might’ve said something else, but you couldn’t hear it, not over the rush of wind and Fafnir’s deafening roar, your knees nearly buckling by the time he’d taken air. For a second, you remembered why you kicked and screamed and fought when he first ‘claimed you’, why it’d taken you weeks just to speak to him. What had happened to all the guards, all the civilians, all the people who’d attempted to save you before.

Then, you wondered how you’d managed to forget that his passivism only applied to his precious, delicate, caring mate.