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feliix · 4 years ago

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in his arms ↠ hhj (18+)

↠ Hyunjin x Reader

↠ Genre: Established Relationship!AU, Smut Fluff, Angst if you squint

↠ Rating: M

↠ Word Count: 5.3k

↠ Summary: The average Netflix & chill night is just not doing it for you anymore. After conducting some research and gaining the confidence you needed, it’s finally time to suggest the idea of having sex to your boyfriend.

↠ Warnings: explicit sexual content, soft sex, unprotected sex, first time sex, virgin sex, multiple orgasms, oral (f receiving), fingering, nipple play, creampie, praise, aftercare?

↠ A/N: @moonlightlino this is for you for being the best support system a girl could ask for, I literally would not have been able to write or post this without you AH I love you♡ and thank you to @jinterlude for beta reading this♡

It’s only been a few months since Hyunjin asked you to be his girlfriend. Needless to say, things between you have been a bit slow. Not that there was anything wrong with that, you loved getting to spend time with Hyunjin. Any time you get to spend together is greatly appreciated, but at this point you want more.

To put things into perspective, you are a virgin. And you know for sure that Hyunjin is not, making it difficult for either of you to bring up in conversation. He cares for you deeply, wanting to make sure that your first time is ‘perfect’ or something.

It’s not like you haven't tried to bring it up before. When make out sessions got a little too heated, Hyunjin would back away, wanting to take a break and ruining any shot you had to go further.

But by this point you are too exhausted from trying to suggest the desired deed, exhausting all options and being dodged each time. You aren’t sure if he’s doing it on purpose, or if he’s just really bad at getting the hint.

Taking it upon yourself, you decide to conduct some research of your own. If anything, you don’t want to embarrass yourself during your first time. You know that Hyunjin is experienced, and no, that’s not something that you’ve ever held against him. You're just a later bloomer than he is, and there's nothing wrong with that. What matters is that you’re ready now, you’re in love with him and you’re ready to take your relationship to the next level.

“So I’ve been thinking,” you begin, hands placed gently on your lap as your eyes meet his.

“Thinking about?” He questions, raising a brow in your direction as you nervously chew your lip.

“I think,” your shoulders tense, taking a deep breath and closing your eyes to get some composure, “I think that we should have sex.”

The statement is blunt, catching Hyunjin completely off guard that he nearly chokes on the air he breathes. Not giving him much of a chance to calm down from his coughing fit you speak up again, not able to bear the awkward tension.

“I’ve been doing some research and-”

“You’ve what?” His voice stammers out as he suppresses another cough from leaving his throat, his cheeks puffed out in an attempt to hold it back, “Research on what?”

Noticing the palms of your hands are quickly becoming clammy, you drag them across the fabric of your jeans, doing your best to coax yourself into relaxing instead of dwelling on how unbelievably awkward this conversation is.

“I’ve just been looking up some stuff online about how to like… I don’t know.”

Hands quickly covering your eyes, you sink into yourself. Maybe this isn’t something that you should have brought up. The internet has some mixed reviews, some saying to let it happen naturally while others say to make a plan. You’ve always been more of the spontaneous type, but alas, here you are, making a plan.

Hyunjin doesn’t interrupt you, but simply waits for you to finish what you have to say. It's painful. Having him just sit there with his brows furrowed while your face heats up with nerves.

“I just wanted to make sure I knew what I was doing when we...I mean if we...you know.”

It’s beyond impossible to make eye contact with him now, especially when he knows exactly what you mean now. There isn’t anything else that you have to say. But thank god he doesnt let an awkward silence take over, quickly jumping to take your hands in his before speaking up.

“Y/N,” his soft voice instantly brings you comfort, his thumb stroking over your hand to ease your anxiety, “there's nothing you have to be worried about, I love you. You know that?”

A nod is all that you can manage in response, doing your best to just focus on your breathing before getting yourself all worked up. There is nothing to be worried about. It’s Hyunjin, he knows you better than anyone else and would never want to make you uncomfortable.

“We don’t have to do anything that you’re not comfortable with, baby. We don’t have to have sex if you’re not ready–”

“I am,” you’re quick to interrupt him, not wanting him to ramble on anymore. The nerves that once consumed you are now gone, your body props up straight as you make eye contact with him now. Confidence is key, and if you don’t show him you’re sure about this you know there’s no way he’d go through with it.

A gentle hand tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, exposing your supple cheek to him before placing a soft kiss on it. He’s being extra gentle today – taking his time to let you think about each of his movements and words before he moves forward. There’s nothing he wants more than to make sure that you’re comfortable.

Hyunjin waits a few moments, relishing in your gaze before his fingers take place on your hips, pulling you closer to him until you’re adjusting yourself on his lap. Nothing so far has been anything new, just his newfound calamity and regard for your comfort. His eyes wander between your forehead, eyes, and lips, visually confirming that you’re showing no signs of discomfort.

Sighing in acknowledgement, you rest your head on his shoulder, the earthy smell of his cologne consuming your senses as your nose brushes against his neck.

Hyunjin shivers in reaction; his neck is one of his most sensitive areas – something you figured out quite quickly. He finches each time your fingers brush his neck, whether it's accidental or on purpose, Hyunjin always gets a chill from it.

Rubbing your back soothingly, his hands gently roam to the swell of your ass, giving it a subtle squeeze. It's not something that you expect, your back stiffening in reaction as your head snaps up to him wide eyes. He’s not normally this cheeky with you, but as things are you can tell that this is a good sign. The smirk on his face says it all.

Hyunjin moves in slowly, his lips meeting yours with pure desire while your heart pounds against your chest. A gasp leaves your mouth when his lips start to move gently against yours, his tongue tenderly brushing across your bottom lip as he notices the part in your lips. The kisses he gives you are delicate, so faint and sweet to show you how careful he’s being with you. It's something you appreciate, smiling into the kiss as you begin to lose yourself in the thought of him.

Pulling away for a breather, his warm breath fans across your face. You take this opportunity to open your eyes to glance at his expression, but you can’t see much as he rests his forehead against yours. The look in his eyes was endearing yet filled with lust; it's unclear if he’s holding himself back for not. But he’s being extremely cautious, more so than usual.

“I want you, Hyunjin,” your whisper lands on his lips, your thighs unconsciously pushing together to ease the growing throb of your core. In an instant Hyunjin is adjusting himself beside you, his hips shifting backwards slightly as his thighs tense. A hand is placed on your thigh, tugging you in his direction to shift yourself onto his lap. That's when you can feel it – his hard erection pushing up against your clothed core.

“Y/N,” your name sounds breathtaking as it leaves his lips, “I want to know that you’re sure about this.”

He doesn’t give you much time to respond, cutting you off in the nicest way possible as his mouth brushes lightly against yours. You pull away slowly though, savoring every moment of this build up that you can. You are sure, you’ve never been so sure about something in your life. It’s Hyunjin, it always has been.

Nodding your head in agreement, your peak up at him through your eyelashes. “I’m sure, Hyunjin.” Your voice sounds so innocent, a stark contrast to the filthy things that are racing through your mind.

Hyunjin’s eyes are looking at you like you’re holding his entire world in your fingertips, doting on your every feature. To him, you’re perfect, and he can’t help but want you in this moment, accepting that now is finally the right moment to kick things up a notch.

In one swift motion Hyunjin is placing an arm under your knees, the other stretching to support your back when he sweeps you off the couch. You follow his movements accordingly, wrapping your arms around his neck to hold yourself against him. As your head falls into his chest you take a deep breath, the comforting smell of his cologne consuming you once again. You aren’t nervous, he’s your safe-haven – his arms holding you tightly as his smell calms your nerves.

As he makes his way into the bedroom he lies down carefully on the mattress, resting your head on the massive heap of throw pillows it's decorated with. His stare is wandering your body, eyes raking up and down your figure in disbelief. It's not like he hasn’t thought of you this way before – but this time it's for real.

Shifting awkwardly in your place, you curl your lips into an apprehensive smile and tilt your head to the side, hoping that he’ll say something to ease the awkward energy beginning to fill the room.

“I’m sorry I would have made this like...better if I knew you wanted to do this tonight,” a defeated sigh leaves his lips as his hand reaches for the back of his neck. His fingers graze the skin, scratching it lightly and pushing his head forward to avoid eye contact. So much for easing the awkward tension.

“Better?”

Hyunjin had always planned on making your first time special, probably more than you would have realized. He wanted all of that stereotypical romantic stuff. Taking you out to a nice dinner, lining the hall with candles, having mood music playing in the background, he wanted it all. But you caught him off guard, which was okay. It's much more natural for things to happen like this; but he can't help but think about how he could have made your first time just a little bit more special.

“Yeah like, something more romantic, I guess.”

The disappointed look on his face makes your stomach twist. He’s always so hard on himself to be the best for you, when one thing doesn’t go his way he takes it to heart. You know the only way he’ll get over it is with reassurance, which luckily is something you’re always willing to give Hyunjin.

“This is romantic,” you smile, pushing yourself up onto your knees to place a soft kiss on his cheek. Hyunjin releases a sigh of relief, or displeasure, it was a little hard to tell with the disappointment still evident on his face. Either way, your instinct is to calm his nerves, hoping that it could also settle your own in the process.

“Can I?”

Your voice comes out stronger than expected, hiding the nervous feelings wracking at your brain. It's not until your eyes are wandering down to his crotch until he picks up on what your question is really about; staring at the semi-hard on that you can make out through his sweatpants. Not able to stare for long, your eyes quickly shift back up to his – wide in disbelief.

It takes everything in you to not curl into a ball of embarrassment the second the words leave your lips. It's evident he’s nervous too, for different reasons than you, but still. Hyunjin’s lips begin to roll in between his teeth, bearing back a laugh. That's when you feel your cheeks heating up, immediately bringing up your hands to shield your eyes, far too humiliated to look at him any longer.

“You’re so cute,” a soft chuckle leaves Hyunjin’s lips following his words, grabbing ahold of each of your wrists in his hands. The barrier separating your embarrassed eyes from his looming stare is broken. A slight smirk present on his lips, quite contrasting to the pout overtaking your features. So you let your shoulders fall, sinking into yourself while you inhale deeply.

“I’m sorry,” you whine, letting a gush of air press out of your nostrils. Hyunjin’s reaction immediately changes, his hand letting go of your wrist to climb onto the bed with you.

“Sorry for what?”

It was a genuine question. There was nothing you had to apologize for, but the sliver of anxiety riddling your system is making your brain act out of whack. Hyunjin’s been nothing but patient with you, he always is, but for some reason you can’t get out of your head and just let things happen in the moment.

“I feel like I’m being weird now and you don’t want to do it anymore.”

“So you think that I don’t want to have sex with you right now?” He asks, his eyebrows raising in question.

“Maybe I’m just–” Hyunjin’s arms meet the backs of your bent knees, pulling them out from under you so you’re laying flat on your back. In that split second he is now hovering over you, your chest heaving for air as adrenaline begins to pump through your veins.

Hyunjin’s face is just inches from yours, his hot breath fanning over your flushed cheeks as he moves his lips closer to your ear, “Do you have no idea how hard I am for you right now?”

Breath catches in your throat as Hyunjin’s teeth nip your ear– arousal suddenly begins to gush from your core. You can’t see him but you know he’s wearing a shit eating grin, pleased with your reaction. He’s enjoying this effect he has on you.

Shivers run down your spine as lips graze your jawline, peppering kisses down to your neck until he reaches the collar of your shirt. In one quick motion, his fingers are sliding underneath the fabric and pulling it over your head. Goosebumps litter the surface of your skin as your torso is exposed to the cold air of the room. You’re flooded with emotions. Yes, things between you and Hyunjin had gotten hot and heavy before; the only difference is this time you know where things are heading. As you watch his eyes devour your figure, your legs unwillingly begin to cross. The arousal flooding from your center is far too prominent to ignore now.

Your core throbs in desire as Hyunjin’s lips meet the skin of your chest. His hands roam over your sides as you roll your head back. Mind racing with dirty thoughts, all you can think about is how badly you need him right now. It’s better to amp yourself up now than to dwell on the small fears swirling in the back of your mind.

Soon Hyunjin is ridding himself of his own clothing and tossing the fabric aside, getting back onto the bed completely nude before he rests his body over yours again. You swallow thickly, unsure what to do now that he is naked and on top of you. The google search history definitely does not have anything to guide you through a situation like this.

“Babygirl?” He’s quickly able to sense your sudden change in demeanor as he looks down at you with cautious eyes, “you okay?”

His words snap you out of your thoughts, shaking your head as if you’re physically removing your worries from your brain. “I'm just…not really sure what to do now,” you say as you break eye contact with him, your eyes wandering down his naked figure.

With a gentle kiss placed to your lips, Hyunjin sits back on his heels, pulling your arms so you're sitting up in front of him. “Well normally this is the part where we get undressed, but if you’re not comfortable with that…”

He doesn't have to finish his sentence before a smile is creeping onto your face. Thankfully his lighthearted commentary is soothing your worries. It doesn’t hit you that this doesn't need to be as big of a deal as you’ve made it out to be. It's just you and Hyunjin here.

A small nod of your head gives him the go ahead; one of his hands reaches slowly towards your back to fiddle with the clasp of your bra. The feeling of sweet relief consumes you as the elastic releases from your body – there really is nothing like taking your bra off after a long day.

But Hyunjin doesn't stop there. Like the princess you are, you wait for him to finish undressing you; pulling your pants and underwear down your legs and throwing them off to the side of his bed and into a messy pile on the floor. You’re getting over that sense of anxiety now, there is absolutely no desire that you have to cover yourself from him. The way his eyes gloss over your figure with such admiration makes you feel safe under his touch – his touch that trails from the tops of your thigh and traces the curve of your side.

“Beautiful,” mumbles past his lips. Heat rises to your cheeks once again, fighting the instinct to cover your face as you blush at his compliment.

“You’re sure you want to do this?” Hyunjin asks one last time, one hand brushing your hair back as the other supports his body weight. You hum in response, lifting up to peck his lips tenderly. He looks so angelic over you, a slight blush tinting his cheeks the longer he looks at you.

In one swift movement he’s rocking back into a kneeling position. Tilting your head, you watch his slender fingers wrap around his hardening member, watching in awe as it grows with each slow pump of his wrist, the collection of bracelets adorning his wrist swaying with each movement.

Soon he’s pushing your knees up so your feet are placed flat on the mattress. The cool air washes over your dripping core sending shivers through your body. And just like that, Hyunjin’s lips are moving south, his tongue diving into the soaking depths of your cunt. Involuntarily your hips buck towards him, unable to control your own desire from the pleasure his mouth is bringing you. Hyunjin’s thumb soon meets your clit, circling the bundle of nerves gently as his tongue presses flat along your slit.

A moan escapes your lips as his tongue moves faster. Mind flooding with filthy thoughts about how good his mouth feels on you; you’re clueless to how anyone could manage to form a coherent sentence during something like this.

You let out an airy gasp as his fingers move down to your entrance, circling around it a few times before dipping inside. Unable to resist the urge, your hips jump up towards him, bucking into his touch. A hand flies up to cover your mouth, shocked at your own body’s response to his touch.

“Hm?” he smirks, well aware of the effect he's having on you. If he didn’t want to rub it in even more he’d give you a second to calm down, but you have barely enough time to react before his index finger is slowly pushing into you. Your eyes flutter shut as his finger draws outwards. Bliss consumes your body, the outside world slowly seeming to fade away with each motion of his wrist.

Your walls squeeze his finger deliciously as they adjust to the new sensation. And Hyunjin’s eyes are kept on you, taking into account your comfort and keeping track of how your body reacts to each of his movements. Another finger is soon added; your body reacting to the extra pressure by tensing for a moment, the greater size doing a number on you. But luckily the mild discomfort is quick to disappear. All thanks to the soft kisses being pressed to the inside of your thigh.

Your hips jut forward as Hyunjin’s fingers begin to separate, stretching your walls as they move in scissor-like motion. For a moment you think you’re seeing stars, the breath trying to escape your throat getting caught in reaction.

Hyunjin places his other on your lower stomach as his lips begin to trail up and down your thigh. A path of residual saliva is left in his tracks; the cool air meeting with your supple skin gives you a quick chill. But the scissor-like motions pick up in pace, your walls constricting and contracting around him as your arousal coats his fingers. You know he has to keep going. You’ll never be able to take his size if he doesn’t prep you enough.

As your hand reaches down to rake through his long blonde locks he picks up his head to meet eyes with you. The satisfaction from the way you take his fingers is written all over his face, as well as some residual arousal coating his lips. The expression on his face is unfamiliar to you – his eyes are so dark and filled with desire they look like they could swallow you whole.

Your stomach churns with anticipation as his fingers reach new depths inside of you. All prior pain is morphed into sweet pleasure, all thoughts in your brain swirling with Hyunjin and his control over your desire.

“Hyunjin,” you breathe out, a raspy moan-like sound closely following his name. You’re in need of more than just his attention, the cries of pleasure leaving your lips says it all. He narrows his eyes in response, his eyes still locked on your expression as he waits for you to continue.

“I-I think I’m–”

Euphoria consumes your body all at once. Back arching off the bed, your cunt squeezes over his fingers tightly. Hyunjin’s praises fall on deaf ears while your body enters the ultimate state of bliss.The pulse of your orgasm is unforgiving, rendering you immobile for what feels like eternity as you ride out your high.

It takes a minute for you to come down, but once you do you’re too in shock to even say a word. His eyes are pooling with desire after watching you cum on his fingers; you have no idea how long he’s wanted to see you like this.

“Think you can make it for another?”

The quick nod of your head is more eager than you anticipate, earning a satisfied chuckle from Hyunjin. Again, he’s rocking back onto his heels before leaving one last kiss to your clit. Oversensitivity makes you squirm in his touch, wondering if you’ll be able to last very long once he’s inside you for real this time.

His nimble fingers return back to their place on his cock. You can’t help but admire how pretty and delicate they look wrapped around his fully hardened member. His slender digits using the arousal from your orgasm to slide graciously down his shaft. Its mesmerising, eyes wandering up and down his toned figure and sneaking a peak at his facial features; eyebrows furrowed and eyes clamped shut.

He’s focused, caught in the moment of making sure he’s harder than he’s ever been. It gives you a minute to regroup as well, still quite sensitive from your previous orgasm. Hyunjin’s eyelids flutter open gently before locking eyes on you – it’s finally time for the main event.

Hyunjin moves carefully to adjust you, taking your hips in his hands and scooting you until you're in a comfortable position and he can kneel between your legs. One last glance grazes over you to make sure you still want to go through with this. All that's evident is your eyes heavy with lust and your chest heaving as you wait for him to push forward.

Slowly, the tip of his cock presses against your entrance. Adrenaline courses through your veins as the thick sound of blood pumping fills your ears. Is it nerves or excitement – perhaps it could be touch of both? But you’re sure to give Hyunjin a reassuring nod paired with your hand reaching out for his to hold.

Hyunjin accepts the gesture, interlacing his fingers with yours. And now it’s time for what you have been waiting for all along.

Hyunjin pushes into you slowly, your velvet walls surrounding his hardened member all at once. A muffled grunt leaves his lips, quickly disguising it as a cough as he tries to refrain from moaning loudly in satisfaction. He’d feel too selfish crying out in pleasure so soon while you’re still trying to adjust. You feel so tight around him it's hard for him to keep his composure, it's unlike anything he has ever felt before.

“Feels so good babygirl,” he moans as he begins to pull backward, gripping you tighter as he pushes back into you slowly, “so fucking tight.”

You keen at his praise, but the discomfort in your lower half is prevalent. Tears begin to prick at the sides of your eyes before you squeeze them shut, desperate to hide it from Hyunjin. You know it would worry him too much but you didn’t want it to stop. If it was anything like before the mild discomfort would soon turn to pleasure, you just need to give it some time.

Though your expression doesn’t go unnoticed by Hyunjin, who has been studying every inch of your body since the moment he undressed you. Out of instinct he’s leaning forward, placing a soft comforting kiss to your forehead and then your lips before tilting his head to your ear.

“You’re doing great, babygirl,” his whispering tone quickly brings you comfort. The sensation of his smooth, deep voice ignites a fire through your body. With a deep breath you’re finding yourself relaxing more, wanting more. But he doesn’t move, just waits for you to adjust to his size and strokes his thumb over your joined hands.

It's all in your head – the underlying nerves you still carry cause you to restrict yourself from living in the moment. Hyunjin had prepped you well enough – you’ve already cum once tonight. You’re ready.

Hyunjin is looking at you with apprehension, you notice once your eyes are languidly opening to meet his stare. A subtle smile graces his lips, his blonde hair pushed back by the hand that's not holding yours. He’s patient and he doesn’t mind – not as long as you’re comfortable.

You let him know you're ready with a soft smile and a squeeze of your hand.

With a determined look on his face, Hyunjin’s cock draws back once again. Your velvety walls squeeze him deliciously as he returns, this time the stretch more bearable than the last. It's becoming easier for you to let your body relax under Hyunjin. Just focusing on the way the soft skin of his hips graze against yours while his long blonde hair sways gently is bringing you back down.

With a few more slow thrusts, the uncomfortable stretch is no longer as noticeable. Hyunjin’s fingers roam your body to distract you from the pressure, finding other areas to pleasure you in accordance. A small gasp leaves your lips as his thumb finds its way to your mouth, dragging it down your bottom lip to coat it in saliva. Your eyes follow it closely as he makes his way down your body, stopping at your nipple and rolling the perky bud between his fingers.

“Fuck.”

You can’t hold back as his mouth takes the place of his finders. Hyunjin’s tongue washes over your sensitive bud greedily, your back arching off the bed in reaction. It's so much stimulation at once – your mind won’t stop buzzing. His cock glides in and out of you so effortlessly; like you were made just for him. Hyunjin doesn’t let that go unnoticed either. Words of praise leave his lips in the form of mumbles, only amplifying the sense of your arousal.

The pleasure you’re feeling is unmatched. Heart pounding in your chest and sweat beading down your chest, your need for him intensified. Slowly, your hips swivel downwards, meeting his eager thrusts into you. Desire consumes you, the mild ache in your core completely gone and replaced with lust. Your drive for him is only building; shifting and grinding your hips into his until you can feel yourself on the brink of white hot pleasure.

“So good for me,” he groans, his thrusts quickening, growing deeper to match your motions. A mutual moan is shared between you, his tip hitting new territory in your center.

This build up is much more intense than the last. The feeling of your muscles tightening beneath your skin and throbbing of your cunt only rises as his cock meets a space that hadn’t been touched before. Unable to control yourself you’re left screaming his name into his neck. It's impossible to get a grasp on your own body. The need to chase your high is much too strong to slow down now.

And now you know what everyone talks about. Yet all of the mindless google searches and skimmed over articles you read have nothing on this feeling. That much desired knot was tightening, begging to be tugged and snapped to lead you to your end.

The sweat that gathers on Hyunjin’s brow glimmers in the dim light as his hips buck harder into yours. You can’t help but notice how breathtaking he looks like this; pleasure squeezing his eyes shut and pursing his soft lips into a tight line.

“Cum with me?”

His voice is raspy, winded even. It's phrased as a question but you take it as an order, nodding your head although Hyunjin isn't able to register your response at this time. He can tell where you are from the pulse of your walls wrapped around his cock, whether it's intentional or not. His thrusts soon become sudden, craving a high so deeply that he’s not able to move fast enough.

Changing positions quickly, Hyunjin rests his arms on either side of your head. His hair comes untucked from behind his ears, shadowing his eyes from your view. Swiftly, you bring your hand up to brush it backward to read his expression; his soft features now morphed with determination. Sweat beads down the sides of his face with each surge of his hips.

Before you have any time to catch a break he was moving upwards, straightening his back and driving his hips into yours, chasing his high. Extending your neck back, you let out a muted cry – the force of his tip against a sensitive spot inside you beginning to push you over the edge.

“Fuck, Hyunjin!”

The tight band in your stomach snaps as you chase your release, Hyunjin’s name repeated from your mouth like a mantra as your back arches off the mattress. It was unlike anything you had felt before; your body felt numb yet so sensitive all at once. Pussy throbbing sporadically around Hyunjin’s cock, he isn’t able to hold on any longer.

Hyunjin’s head is thrown back in pleasure, an airy moan leaving his lips simultaneously. You can feel his release painting your walls; the white, hot spurts of cum making you feel so unbelievably full. You have never felt closer to Hyunjin as you have in this moment, his body collapsing over yours. A deep breath leaves your lips as his arms wrap around your tired frame, holding you close as you come down from your highs.

“I love you, Y/N.”

The words are whispered beside your ear, it's not the first time that you’ve heard him say it but something about hearing it now seems different. Soft kisses grace the clammy skin on your neck; your blissed out figure unable to move much more than a gentle smile.

“I love you.”

And for the rest of the night this is how you remained, wrapped in each other’s arms before passing off into a blissful slumber. Your heart is warm, satisfied with the night and the beautiful man you were lying beneath. Needless to say, it was worth the wait.

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hex-obsession · 3 years ago

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Silver Lining - Two

word count- 2,259

content warning- language, angst, indirect s**cidal thought

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Crows cawing, your eyes open just enough to hazily make out the all too familiar color of your room.

“Early bird gets the worm, you know,” a familiar voice murmurs. Pushing off the wall to your right, your body slides diagonally over your bed, your head dangling off the side. Upside down, Cheryl is slumped against your door frame, arms and legs crossed. Brazen as usual, just the way you loved her. You held your own in most regards but Cheryl was always there when you least expected it and needed her most. You swear there were a halo atop that adorable shaggy blonde head of hers. And not one of those tacky event items either.

“Like I’d get anything any time of day with all the birds around here.” A tickling squeeze builds in your abdomen, branching up your neck to your cheeks which now had a telling pink glow.

“So you gonna talk to old lover boy yet or what?”

You jolt forward and whip around fast enough to make any killer miss a swing. Your response is unnecessary as she’s already smirking devilishly, aware of what she’s doing. She might have been your closest friend but that did not stop her from tormenting you, or anyone else that crossed her path. All in good fun and love, of course. It went without saying that you enjoyed it and she knew when it was, rarely, time to pack it up.

Raising her eyebrows, she leans back and throws her hands up. “I’m just saying, if you don’t, you might lose your chance. That’s all I’m saying,” quieter now.

You sighed. She was right. You weren’t the only one who took a liking to Leon. But, unlike you, Yun-Jin did not hide her feelings, from anyone for any reason, ever. Of course, everyone thought he was charismatic and most, undeniably handsome. That was common knowledge. You ran out of things to talk about in a place like this, and secrets were few and far between. There was no reason to hide here. This was your foreseeable future, together. There was no getting out, no changing things. Being open and sharing everything together made your day to day bearable. The connections you lost in your old lives left gaping holes, but together as one tightly knit, weird, fucked up family, you helped fill the voids. Some took longer than others to accept that fate, and there were some inevitable hiccups, but everyone came around eventually.

Anyone who wasn’t blind could see the attraction Yun-Jin had for the newest addition to your group. Placing her hands on him in conversation whenever she got the chance, laughing a little too hard at the things he said, biting her bottom lip and smiling at him when he talked. You’d even caught her pecking his cheek playfully here and there. He’d always smile and look away, as if it were a game. Leon always had a sultry attitude to him, a ladies' man no doubt. Subtly flirting with everyone was just commonplace for him. That was part of the reason you held back. Fearing you missed your chance and someone else had filled the role you longed to be in. Maybe it was your fear of rejection or abandonment, or not wanting to lose something this important in a world as cruel and bare this. You were subconsciously working hard to convince him you were only a friend. Which you were, definitely friends. Close even, given the circumstances. Trauma bonding does one hell of a number to the timeline of friendship. Still, you sensed zero difference in his behavior toward you versus the others. Which, admittedly, was quite the letdown. Nonetheless, you had nothing to lose by casually admitting your feelings for him. Keep it light and airy and there would be no reason for things to change on the chance he didn’t feel the same. After all, you surely weren’t the only one with a harmless little crush. That’s all it was. Right? So what if you constantly day-dream about him holding you so close he might consume you, kissing you with four times the passion the Notebook tried to capture, never leaving your side regardless of what the future held. His taste, his smell… what his cock would feel like ramming into your cervix. Your brain was one giant knot, constantly distracting you and there wasn’t a single thing you could do about it. Except tell him, but keep it simple.

By your calculations, it was November 18th. You’d been keeping track, not sure if it made things better or worse. Your third anniversary in this place was not far off. Despite being a literal nightmare, it had its perks. Your need for food was no more, as well as your other bodily needs. Sickness was a quickly forgotten annoyance of the past. You stayed in this eerily perfect state. Makeup never crusty, hair never oily and always smelling of your favorite fruit. The dirt and blood you’d acquire during trials magically disappeared upon return. You had a handful of outfits to rotate but there was no real need. Another upside, there were no severe temperatures here. Jackets, shorts, sandals, snow boots if you were Nea. You were always mostly comfortable. Even on Ormond where snow blanketed the ground, those gusts of wind should have sent chills right through you, but they didn’t. It felt like living in a dream or a, simulation. Just, where you’re hunted all day and night for the rest of your existence. At least death wasn’t permanent. Sometimes you’d wish it was, just to escape.

Several months have passed since Leon and Jill were introduced to your world. You had inside jokes and more close calls than you could both count. You were a damn good team and got along smoother than melted butter. What were you waiting for? You inhaled sharply and broke your stare out the window.

“I’m gonna do it.”

To no avail, your deep breaths failed to remedy the painful pounding in your chest, or the heat radiating from your face. Nevertheless, you marched out to the campfire to seek out Yun-Jin. As selfish as you wanted to be with Leon, she was your friend, and you held that in high regard. She was easy to spot in a crowd given her loud attire, but wasn’t around the fire. Which lead to your next realization; neither was Leon. Your throat tightened, heart still pounding. You set off a little too quickly to find her, or them. First stop was Ace’s shack. Judging based on appearances, you figured he would be one of the last people she associated with. Quite the opposite, they were dear friends. Not connected at the hip per se, like her and Claudette, but they related to one another's childhoods. Trauma bonding, can't beat it. To your dismay, the shack was empty, a seed of despair planting in your stomach. Maintaining the most convincing composure you could, you continue your search. Heading left down the line of shacks, robust laughter grows closer. You’d know that laugh anywhere. Cutting through the row, David and Felix are reclined under a tree. They were one of the few monogamous couples among you. The others being Nancy and Steve, and Adam and Zarina. You understood the allure of being romantically involved with more than one person, especially given your less-than-ideal situation, but it wasn’t for you.

“Hi y/n!” Felix shouted toward you.

Not wanting to stop and chat given your current objective, you flashed a cheeky smile and waved to them. Before they could get another word out, you dipped back behind the row of houses. Nerves getting the best of you, you parted your lips to breathe through your mouth. Every breath burned your lungs, realizing now all the times you brushed off your feelings have come back to haunt you. You should never have waited this long. At this point you would be more than willing, desperate, to share Leon. Refusing to let your anxiety get the best of you, you ball your fists and dig your nails into your palms to get a grip on yourself. There was one more place they could possibly be. A sliver of premature acceptance wedged itself into your train of thought as you trudged toward your own shack. Leon’s was adjacent to yours. Feeling foolish for not checking earlier, you round the corner to the opening. As much as you wish you could close your eyes, they were pinned open with anticipation. Looking up from your feet you were shocked to see an empty room before you. Relief and confusion replace your foreboding. Too much time had already been wasted, so you return to the campfire.

“Hey, have you seen Leon or Yun-Jin anywhere?” you, as calmly as possible, ask Élodie.

“They got pulled a little bit ago babe.” She was intently focused on Jane, her concentration not broken. “Which do you like more, up or down?” her gaze still fixated on Jane.

You have to either keep the courage you finally mustered until they get back or give yourself emotional whiplash by releasing until they do. You hesitate for a moment, but to hide your disappointment you quickly retort, “Up, definitely up. Gotta distract the killer with that beautiful face you know?”

“Like they're looking at her face and not that dumptruck ass!” Élodie howls. Jane facetiously puts her fingertips to her chin and looks upward, a façade of innocence no one here would ever buy. You can't help but giggle despite your inner turmoil.

“Well hey,” you add through chuckles, “when they're back can you please send her my way?”

“Sure thing babe,” Élodie assures, finally turning to meet your gaze.

A horrible nauseating mix of dismal, relieving, lewd thoughts of Leon swirl in your mind as you wait for Yun-Jin to step into the doorway. You knew you liked him but holy shit, where did this come from? The realization slapped you in the face. Try to blame infatuation all you want, not that you did, but it was so painfully evident now you were dumbfounded.

A soft knock jerked you out of your thoughts. “Hiya y/n, what's going on?”

Her delicate eyes effortlessly comforted you from across the room.

“I...” your eyes now glued to the floor beneath your feet, a reservoir of tears barely being held back, “I need to know how you feel about Leon.” Your nerves went haywire just uttering his name to her. An icy splash of chills surged from your head to your feet as your chest panged with dread.

“Well of course I like him,” her brow furrowed ever so slightly.

All that could escape your mouth was, “Oh.” Emptiness, despair replacing the jealous unease you felt before. Tears streamed down your cheeks uncontrollably, feelings that danced around menacingly finally coming to a head.

At the sight of your distress, she rushed to sit next to you. “Honey, what’s going on?” her voice barely above a whisper.

You were ashamed for breaking down in front of her, afraid of guilting her for something that was not her fault, and now terrified Leon might follow her here, only to find you undone over him. You jerk your head up to face her and blurt out, “Jinny I think I love him,” face sopping wet with untouched tears.

She raises her eyebrows and smiles at you. “Honey I have fun toying with him all in good nature but there’s no connection there.” Your heart thuds against your ribcage. “Sure, I’ll admit he’s attractive, who wouldn’t, but I have nowhere near the same feelings for him that you evidently do.” She uses both hands to cup your face and pushes as much wetness as she can aside with her thumbs. “Why didn’t you say something sooner? Not only to me but to him!” Despite being similar in age, she feels like a mother to you. Caring for a child, your own or not, will do that to you. That’s not a trait you lose over time.

“I’m so afraid,” you softly whimper, “of what he would say, what you would say.” You're picking at your cuticles, a habit you acquired during puberty as an outlet for your overwhelming feelings.

She wraps her arms around you, carefully as to not tarnish her jacket with tears, which would definitely stain the material. “I was just having a little fun, and from what I’ve gathered, he was more so allowing it than participating. You know I love you all to death but I’m not looking for anything like that, definitely not here.” She gives you a squeeze, and suddenly you can breathe again, the air around you no longer dense and difficult to swallow. “Honey, go get him.”

“Oh Jesus, let me fix myself a little first at least,” the sudden relief causing you to laugh involuntarily.

You were grateful disease and ailments didn’t exist outside of the trials, if they had you're sure you would've had an aneurysm from the stress you went through in a matter of an hour. Yun-Jin left you to your thoughts, which were now solely you and Leon together, doing anything and everything you could think of. The rest of the day you contemplated telling him, more so, how to. Thankfully you didn’t have any trials together, you were far too disorganized for that right now. “Tomorrow,” you promise yourself. Nothing like a clear head and a night’s rest to help you be your most collected, confident self.

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fenristheorem · 3 years ago

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Lance Romantic Headcanons

(Technically part 2)

I’ve had a few of general / romantic headcanons running through my mind for a while now regarding Lance, so as part of my weeks away I decided I wanted to write about this. This isn’t to be confused with my two request writings (part 1 and 2) asking for headcanons of Lance in Guardienne in a relationship, although, the subject is very closely related so it’s probably a bit of a sister series lol.

~ Under the cut ~

I'm going to jump right into this: I think Lance has a dirty secret (many secrets actually, but I’m only sharing this one for now 😉). I theorize he secretly likes sensual dancing; soft yet intimate or intense music playing, and either watching his partner dance around or dancing with her. Being able to grasp her hips gently and sway with her, nuzzling his face into her neck, and pressing her body against his could definitely bewitch him into falling in love with is partner all over again. For this reason, he'd also like when his partner gives him lap dances - if that's something she's interested in doing - especially if she’s being subtly dominant about it. However, this isn't anything that's necessary, more like something that he enjoys when offered due to the intimacy of it. He'd never admit his interest in this, though - except maybe to his partner - and he'd certainly never do any of this in public.

He’s probably into massages - both giving and receiving - as this includes a lot of physical touch, too. Being a warrior and the Chief of Obsidian, Lance probably has a lot of stress on himself and undoubtedly works himself until he bleeds, which means he’s probably tense all the time. Provided his partner can get him to sit or lay down for long enough to give him a good back or shoulder massage, he’ll eventually melt into it until it’s hard to get him back up and moving. Massages can literally make this guy melt. He’ll enjoy giving his partner massages for reasons different than why he enjoys receiving them, though. Being able to lay his partner down and use his strength to sooth her ignites something deep within him, a sort of feral protective instinct, possibly because the act of massaging someone is similar in motion to kneading (like a cat) and providing comfort to your partner is usually pretty nice anyways. This can actually influence him into turning the simplest of massages into a long night of gentle touches where his partner doesn’t need to worry about doing anything except laying beneath him and letting him do all the work. Frankly, saying that he likes massages is an understatement, he probably loves them due to the simplistic intimacy of it.

Lance is definitely into aggressive cuddling as well. He likely has aggressive moments through out the year, almost like how a woman's temperament may change based on her menstrual cycle (yes, I did just say that lol), and it can make him crave his partner's touch more or less in certain moments. Based on his internal time clock, he'll have days where he'll come back to their shared room at night, strip off his armor until he's wearing only his pants, grab his partner - gently - and throw her - gently - onto the bed, and cuddle with her. He'll wrap his arms tightly around her, may possibly lay on top of her - as long as he's sure she's not suffocating under his weight - and he'll refuse to let her up for anything. She can argue him all she wants; he'll either argue back or shut her up with a kiss, which could probably lead off to another type of aggressive cuddling 😉.

He can also be somewhat aggressive during these moments... but not exactly in a distasteful way.

“Hey Lance, can I get up?”

A grunt.

...

“Please?”

Another grunt, and a shifting of his grip to hold her tighter.

“Oh come on! I need to see Karenn about something!”

“You’ve seen her enough this week.”

She can start to struggle against his arms and chest, but he’ll pull her into a death grip and wrap his legs around hers so it’s harder to move.

A frustrated sigh as she relaxes.

...

More struggling. He’ll growl and lightly nip her neck or shoulder, following up with a few gentle kisses if he’s feeling kind. This gets her to stop.

“I promise I’ll come back and then we can continue!”

He’ll raise his head and look at her with a raised eyebrow.

“Is it urgent?”

“...Yes?...”

“No.”

“Why!?”

“That ‘yes’ had ‘no’ written all over it.”

His hand will press her head against his chest again as Lance nuzzles into her hair.

“Is there any way, in any possible world, that I could possibly leave for just a few seconds to tell her something?”

“No.”

Better luck next time, maybe. Once Lance is set on something, it’ll take the sky falling to change his mind... and even then his stubbornness may still prevail.

While we’re on the topic of close contact with Lance; he probably has a very specific scent to him that isn’t even remotely similar to any one else in the guard.

His profession requires heavy manual labor, and although he probably isn’t fighting most of the time - maybe not even training depending on the day - he still has to lug around heavy armor and weaponry, and he probably has a somewhat routine schedule of walking around the guard to check in on how his sentries are doing (was it ever confirmed that there are watchmen stationed on the walls of the guard? Anyways, I headcanon that if it wasn’t already confirmed). Lance probably does a lot of moving around each day; be it training, fighting, working out a bit to keep in shape, embarking on missions, or just patrolling the guard to assure everything is alright. This means he probably does sweat a bit, and of course that hightlights anyone’s natural scent. It’s hard to say exactly what his natural scent may be like, but I image it’s a bit musky with a hint of a lighter chill to it.

Of course, he probably deals with the forge a lot, too, so the scent of the oil, leather, and smoldering steel he works with likely rubs off on him quite a bit. At nearly any time of the day - but especially later in the day - his partner is likely to find him smelling like the heavy musk of leather and heat, mixed with his own faint musk, and a tinge of nipping cold from the soap he showers with.

I’ve noticed that people rarely ever mention Lance’s neck injury... but I think his injury may actually have some impact in his relationship. There’s very little detail known on his injury, but regardless, it’s still a major weak point for him and was probably life-threatening at some point, so I don’t think he takes people being around this injury - or his neck in general - very lightly.

He’s likely very sensitive about his neck, even with his romantic partner. It’s less of a trust thing and more of an instinctual, self-preservation thing. There was a point in time where his life was threatened because someone was inflicting an injury to his neck, and it is known that it’s a weak point for Lance, so it would make sense that he would be very defensive about his neck.

It would take a while for him to open up to his partner about the details, and he may lean away from any touch on his neck for a long time until he learns how to feel comfortable with it, so in that time his partner would need to be understanding and accepting. She can hug him, kiss him, lean against him, anything... but avoid touching his neck.

Lance would likely be startled if she did this without warning, possibly to the point of clearly jumping or immediately backing away from shock. As it is, other’s don’t really touch him in a kind manner, so to have someone - even if it is his partner - touch him without warning, gently, on his neck, will usually come as a surprise. However, this is really only in the beginning of their relationship, and he’ll calm down in time the more he adjusts to physical touch around that area.

In the mean time, his partner would need to get used to his skittishness, but if it’s really a problem for his partner and he agrees, they can start to rehabilitate him to physical touch around his neck, starting by getting him used to touch around his neck and his partner eventually moving her hands closer and closer to his neck until he’s calm enough to let her touch his neck. It would be a slow process, but - provided he trusts her and feels safe when they try it - he’ll slowly relax in time.

This would be unlikely to cause major issues in their relationship unless his partner obviously doesn’t seem to care about his uncomfortable feelings, so as long as she gives him the time he needs to adapt and trust, he’ll calm down. In time he’ll fully enjoy her touch on his neck.

This is relatively short in comparison to the rants I usually go on but I’m glad to have finally written these out. Technically, I had more headcanons I could have added to this, but since they’re a bit more specifically about Lance’s dragon genetics I decided to split those off onto their own post. Fortunately I think these are fine as they are!

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savagesbonergarage · 4 years ago

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Are you looking for prompts? 👀 Can I offer you predator/prey kink with Maul (or Savage?) I’ll just... leave this here...

Oh?

I know that @fallenrepublick has already written an excellent Maul one here, but Savage...I can't say I've seen one with the big boye anywhere yet (though correct me if I'm wrong)...

Guess that's my duty now...oh no...😏

A/N: Smuuuuuuuut, it's kinda long, wilderness survival, taking a leak (like just peeing outdoors in general, if that makes you uncomfortable you can skip it), maybe a pee kink though?? Is it a pee kink if there's no real indication of it being one? Someone will have to let me know lol, general roughness, rough sex, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, aftercare

Savage

"Instinct"

The wind rustled softly through the trees, the scent of fresh mountain air and the the temporary security of your height advantage almost offering you a moment of respite. You had stationed yourself near the top of an adequately concealed tree, it's sturdy branches sufficient enough to keep you up and away from immanent danger for the time being.

You were feeling quite pleased with yourself, if you were being honest. It had been a few days that you had managed to avoid his pursuit, a milestone you weren't quite sure you'd ever be able to achieve, and yet here you were. The few wilderness survival tips that you had learned in your youth inevitably seemed to pay off, as you remained cognizant of as much as you could regarding yourself and your environment that could potentially alert a predator. Rarely did you ever touch the ground of the forest floor, opting to remain high up in the forgiving trees that allowed for your nimbleness to be used as an advantage. You moved slowly, always making sure that your sounds blended together alongside the other calls of nature that wouldn't give way to your position, and you always shifted with the winds to ensure that the breeze never dispersed your scent around.

Savage was certainly the epitome of a predator, and an enhanced one at that - however, you'd studied him enough to understand the drawbacks that came with his awesome power. By his very nature, stealth wasn't his defining trait. At all. Were he to get anywhere within your field of vision, you would know about it without a doubt by the flocks of birds that scrambled to the skies in the distance or the cracking of branches coupled with his screams of frustration that filled the open air. You had to admit, you almost found it cute how you were finally getting the upper hand on him for once.

Although, this only meant that when or if he did catch you, you'd be shown no mercy.

It seemed your tactics this time around were working rather well though, and you considered that perhaps after one more day of survival that you'd approach him and declare yourself the victor in this dangerous game. Oh, the humiliation he would feel from his failure...the mighty Savage Opress, unable to hunt down the creature he craved for the first time. It probably irked him terribly that you were remaining relatively stagnant within the treetops as opposed to frantically running about like a frightened animal, which was likely a large factor in the enjoyment of it for him - the thrill of the chase.

Normally, you might have indulged him a bit more and better acted the part that he desired you to play, but this time, oh, this time, you were determined. Back home, he'd jokingly let slip that if you were ever to evade him long enough, he'd don a fluffy tunic and ears and call himself an ewok. That right there was all the motivation you'd ever need - nothing was going to come between you and getting to see what would inarguably be the most hilarious sight in the galaxy.

Dusk was fast approaching, and although there was still no sign of the beast that was hunting you, it was detrimental that you carefully selected a sturdy tree with tall, wide branches that you could conceal with the surrounding foliage nearby while you slept leaning against it. It was hardly comfortable and you could only rest for maybe a few hours at a time, but it was certainly safer than sleeping on the ground. You gathered your necessities and carefully arranged yourself against a wide branch and drifted off.

It wasn't long before the chill of the night air roused you from sleep. You had to admit, the worst part out of all of this was how damn cold it was being exposed to the wind in inadequate layers for these temperatures. You quietly shuffled around in an attempt to get comfortable, but in doing so you realized an uncomfortable truth.

Damn. I have to pee.

This was gonna be tricky. Finding a place to do so safely was half the battle, since you'd be making yourself completely vulnerable for a short while and if Savage happened to be somewhere nearby, no matter how quiet you were, he'd likely be able to smell you. A slightly gross fact, but an important one. He was a predator, after all. You'd managed to get by this far, and you had been avoiding drinking water for this very reason - also, because he would likely wait near the water for you to show up to inevitably drink.

Being tired, dehydrated, cold and full of pee wasn't ideal, and you couldn't wait for the morning to get here so this game could finally end. You were even starting to wonder if this was really going to be worth it once it was over. Sure, watching Savage embarrass himself was always an entertaining prospect, but right now, you just wanted to be held against him and his warmth even more. You sighed. Only a few more hours, and then you could gloat in his face for a second before snuggling up to his blissfully comfortable frame.

But for now, you still had to pee. You debated over whether or not you could potentially hold it until morning, but the answer to that was a resounding negative. It would be fine. You'd survived every other time, and you'd survive this time. Tentatively, you carefully and quietly lowered yourself to the ground, cursing the night for being so dark. Ideally, you'd want to find a place far enough away from here to go so that you wouldn't be literally marking your territory - but you didn't have any light, or Savage's reflective night sight, and you didn't have his other senses that absolutely trumped your own.

For the first time, the fear was finally starting to creep over you. It was times like this that you got so deep in your own head that you started to forget that this was really all just a game, and not an actual quest for survival; but that's how Savage liked it. You scoffed under your breath when you realized this, resolving to unbuckle your pants and simply relieve yourself right where you were. If Savage did happen to come through here, it was likely that he would assume you followed your usual thought process of maintaining distance from where you actually were rather than look up that very tree. That's how you had been operating so far; besides, there were only a few hours left. What were the chances of-

You heard a faint rustle of leaves somewhere behind you, and the panic started to settle in. That could have been anything, you told yourself as you attempted to calm down your anxiety. You couldn't really do much about it right now, since, well, you were already going. If you tried to push it faster that would only make it louder, and if you tried to scurry back up the tree in the middle of it, it would get everywhere and act as a billboard to your location. You sighed quietly, counting down the seconds until it was done in an attempt to quiet your racing heart.

You had that sinking feeling that you weren't alone. Your eyes darted around only to find that you truly couldn't see a thing, and you determined that the best course of action now was to just calmly finish up and quietly scale back up the tree.

You had just gotten your pants back over your hips when an animalistic growl erupted from behind you, and just like that, it was over. Savage had you pinned between his muscular, gargantuan form and the trunk of the tree, your arms bound to your sides in the grip of his massive hands. There was no way in hell you'd be able to wriggle free, and the adrenaline coursing through you in being captured was making you tremble. You could feel the heavy beating of his twin hearts against your back and his hot breath against your neck, and with a growl he pressed his hips against you until you could clearly feel the outline of his massive, throbbing cock against the small of your back.

"I got you. You're mine."

There was a frightening agitation in his bellowing voice that shook you, and the feeling was only worsened when you heard the scrape of one of his long horns against the bark of the tree as he brought his mouth closer to your ear.

"You think you can get away with hiding from me...? Keeping me hunting you for so long, and then teasing me like that..."

You were breathless, unable to utter a reply even if you'd had one ready before one of his powerful hands yanked your pants back down to your ankles. His claws left mild scrapes against your thigh, a concern that he was usually more cautious of, but not this time. It was clear that he was going to punish you for making him wait so long. You could barely squeak out his name when you felt his teeth rip into the layers of fabric covering your torso. With the aid of his claws he tore the garments from your body, spitting the cloth from his mouth as he revelled in the satisfaction of "skinning" you. You shivered, the heat from the zabrak's body the only thing keeping you warm now.

He flipped you so that you were facing him, the harshness of the tree bark against your bare skin making you wince as you watched him pull his monster dick out from the prison of his pants. No matter how many times you witnessed that reveal, your reaction was always the same. You looked into his glowing golden eyes, a predatory hunger there that sent both fear and heat straight through to your core. You swallowed drily, gazing into his face with a submissive look of defeat as he continued pinning you by your shoulders.

"You got me," you breathed, "I'm yours."

That did it for him. Without another word, he palmed the meat of your thighs and hoisted your legs up to hold you in place as your back rested against the rough tree, causing you to hitch your breath as Savage hungrily lined himself up with your entrance, the sheer amount of precum he leaked serving as lube before he pushed his hips forward. It was a little more forced than usual, and on top of that it had been a while since the last time you'd taken him, with your walls struggling to adjust to the stretch in order to accommodate his size. Your jaw was hanging open and your head immediately rolled back as you felt more and more full with each thrust, Savage gripping your thighs harder and exhaling a groan when he finally bottomed out.

There was a brief moment of hesitation, a pause for a reality-check as Savage lightly tapped his fingers against you. It was a subtle way of asking for permission, acknowledging that although this was your "punishment" and his reward, he still needed to know that you really wanted it like this, and that you were okay. Your response was an affirmation in the form of a squeeze on his forearm and a slight roll of your hips, with the look in your eyes pleading for him to take what he desired.

So, he did. With one strong, massive arm supporting you under your ass and the other pulling you closer to him, he backed away from the tree entirely and moved your arms to wrap around his neck so you could leverage yourself while he fucked the absolute life out of you. The noises that were escaping your lips were just as perverse as the sound of skin-on-skin echoing with vulgar, wet slaps throughout the forest, your mind already turning to mush. He was hitting everything, even when he wasn't really trying, so it took hardly any time at all before your eyes were rolling back and you felt that knot building up in your core. He didn't let up, his pace almost quickening with every desperate whine that escaped your throat.

"Savage, I-"

"Not yet," he commanded, pressing your chest firmly against his as he continued, "not until I say so."

You whined even louder, your hands moving up to hold onto his horns as he continued fucking you without mercy, that ache in your stomach growing more and more unbearable the longer you tried to push it back. Your breaths were desperate and rapid, with your face and chest flushing as red as a Dathomirian sunset with every passing second. You didn't know how much longer you could last, but you wanted to try your best for him.

"Please, I can't...!"

"Just a little more," Savage replied, relishing in the way your body was trying so hard not to break as he resumed his deliciously aggressive thrusts. Your hands moved from his horns to dig your fingers into his broad shoulders, your desperation reaching near-unfathomable limits.

"Savage, I can't-I can't-I can't-I'm-!"

You screamed as he finally allowed you to tip over the edge, having timed his release with yours so that you could ride out your highs in tandem. It was almost too much, the ecstacy of your edged climax intensifying with every twitch of Savage's pulsing cock so deep inside painting your gripping walls with heat. Even minutes later you were still quivering, barely coherent as your whines eventually began to die down and your lover held you tightly in his arms, before gently pulling his softening dick out of you once you had stopped clenching around his length.

He pressed a firm kiss against your temple as he waited for you to catch your breath, also ensuring that the majority of the unbelievable mess the two of you had made spilled out onto the grassy ground. Once he was satisfied, he moved one arm beneath both of your knees used the other to support your shoulders, keeping you close to him in this more comfortable position as he planted another long kiss to your forehead. He always thought it was cute when you were entirely spent like this, limp in his arms like a bag of grain as you relaxed in the afterglow.

"Are you alright?" He whispered against your forehead, lovingly stroking your arm as he did so. You responded with a soft smile and an affirmative hum, resting your hands against his broad tattooed chest as you curled in closer to him.

"I'm ready to go home," you admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

"Agreed. Let's get you some water and a hot bath."

Your heart fluttered, filling your chest with silent praises for him and rhetorical questions of what you did to deserve being here in the arms of this gentle, fearsome predator. He began the trek home, smiling to himself as a thought crossed his mind.

"You know," he began conversationally, "if you wanted to see me dressed as an ewok so badly, you could have just asked. I would have done it for you, anyway."

#savage opress #savage opress x reader #savage x reader #savage opress smut #lemon #star wars smut #why did i title this instinct when that word never actally appears #star wars #star wars x reader #savage opress x you #zabrak #maul #darth maul

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canary3d-obsessed · 4 years ago

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Restless Rewatch: The Untamed Episode 15

(Masterpost)(Other Canary Content)

Warning: Spoilers for all 50 episodes!

This rewatch is going to fit into a single post, because a third of the episode is just crying and yelling on a very slow boat. If you want to learn the Chinese words for “Mother” and “Father” this is your episode.

Captain Blowhard

Clan Leader Yao shows up, having barely survived the massacre of his clan, along with two disciples who aren't too excited about their unwilling promotion to top targets. Jiang Cheng tells his dad that the Wens are systematically exterminating the smaller clans, and have said anyone who helps the survivors is going to be punished.

Jiang Fengmian tells Yao that the Jiang Clan will protect him. Which is why Wei Wuxian is responsible for the massacre of the Jiang Clan.

Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian both think that taking Yao to the Jin clan is the best way to keep him safe. Wei Wuxian was wrong to help the heirs of the powerfullest richest clans, but sure, let's save this asshole.

Road Tripping

The boys go down to the dock to send Jiang Yanli and Jiang Fengmian off, saying a formal goodbye with a bunch of disciples and showing off how extremely good they look in these close-fitted, simply cut robes with cool belts.

Yu Ziyuan comes down to say goodbye to Yanli and give her some medicine, covering by saying it's for Jiang Fengmian, because being sick is bad for marriage prospects, probably.

Later the boys will mention their hope that YZY will be mollified by the time JFM returns, which means this possibly isn't the usual state of their relationship. The dislike and jealousy seem to be constant, but perhaps being openly at war with each other is not.

(more after the cut!)

Club Ruohan

At Club Ruohan, Wen Ruohan is tired of sitting on his big uncomfortable throne so he's sitting on the floor next to it, instead. He's suffering the embarrassing problem of black smoke leakage, and needs Wen Qing to give him acupuncture to fix it, but she's not around. Wen Ruohan has an awful lot of trouble containing resentful energy, possibly because he is controlling a bunch of zombies 24x7 instead of letting them take a break. Wei Wuxian is mostly able to control it--except when he, you know, totally isn't--without ever needing an attractive acupuncturist to give him a poke.

WRH learns from Wen Chao that Wei Wuxian 1. killed a boss-level monster on nightmare level difficulty without his sword 2. took whatever thing had been suppressing the nightmare monster for the previous really long time. WRH wants whatever it is.

Boys in Charge

When the boys get back to Lotus Pier, Jiang Cheng doesn't understand why they couldn't all go to the Lins together, and Wei Wuxian explains it to him. Wei Wuxian is the one seeing the big picture, and he wants to plan how to handle the Wen forces when they, inevitably, arrive.

Jiang Cheng would rather talk big than actually plan, showing how--at this age--his anger management problem is an issue on a strategic level, not just a personal one. As a clan leader he will eventually master this aspect, for the most part, and learn to keep a cool head in regard to martial matters, while continuing to feed his interpersonal rage problem.

The brothers supervise the archery practice of the Jiang disciples, having their last nice time together, and still without a plan. Wei Wuxian is bored and calls practice early so he can go be bored on the porch or in his room, since he isn't allowed out. In fact he's so bored by lockdown that he starts an irreverent niche blog.

(he’s kidding! keep your mask on, don’t go to wine houses)

Knowing that the Wen Clan is gunning for enemy cultivators, Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng send the whole group of disciples, including children, outside the compound walls to retrieve their kites. This is what happens when you don't have a plan.

Wen the Levee Breaks

Wen Chao’s girlfriend Wang Lingjiao finds a kite with a hole in it and uses it as a pretext to snatch up the youngest disciple.

The other disciples come running back and tell WWX and JC what happened. Wei Wuxian calmly gets all of the information from them and starts figuring out what to do, while Jiang Cheng freaks out.

Jiang Cheng is a good fighter, and matures into an excellent one after a core upgrade and war experience. But Wei Wuxian is a born battle leader, developing strategies on the fly and staying cool under pressure.

Madame Yu is as brave as a barrel full of bears and Yinzhu and Jinzhu chase lions down the stairs

Yu Ziyuan and the murder twins show up and all of the disciples line up behind them, relieved to have someone scary in charge.. Yu Ziyuan is also a natural leader and an awesome fighter, but her judgement is terrible, as we're about to discover.

Bitchfest

Wang Lingjiao strolls in to the main hall and has the nerve to comment on the interior decorating, because it doesn't have enough rough-hewn black rock and lava pits, apparently.

She shows them all the kite and says that because it looks (kind of) like the sun, using it for target practice is an attack on the Wen Clan. Bitch, everything your clan wears and uses has fire on it and is red. The sun is not your emblem, no matter what the text says. This kite situation is presumably where the anti-Wen campaign gets its name of "Sunshot," however, which sounds pretty cool.

Wang Lingjiao moves along to her main point, which is that Wei Wuxian needs his ass kicked, and she'd like Yu Ziyuan to do the kicking. To goad her, she starts talking about the rumors about Wei Wuxian's parentage.

Let it Whip

So let it whip (let's whip it, baby) Get a grip (let's whip it baby) Well, what's your trip? (Oh no)

Yu Ziyuan takes the bait, and proceeds to whip the shit out of her strongest battle asset, in a sequence that's either horrifying or completely fucking awesome, depending on how you feel about whump.

There are a lot of bad effects in this show and a lot of questionable fighting, but any time Zidian flies, I am HERE for it. I gave this beatdown its own gifset over here.

Jiang Cheng is devastated and tries again and again to protect Wei Wuxian, but his mother and her lieutenants keep moving him out of the way so the beating can continue.

Yu Ziyuan hits Wei Wuxian at least 5 times, until he is totally unable to get up off the floor. Wang Lingjiao has succeeded in eliminating him as a threat for the moment.

Gotta Hand It To You

Wang Lingjiao isn't satisfied with the brutal whipping, however; she wants his right hand as a trophy, and for him to be unable to recover. Yu Ziyuan tells Jinzhu and Yinzhu to close the doors because some blood is going to fly.

I'd like to think this is when Yu Ziyuan decides to kill the Wens, rather than maiming WWX, but I'm not certain. Because she doesn't start attacking until after Wang Lingjiao says the Wens are taking Lotus Pier, and tells her to discipline Jiang Cheng. So maybe she is okay with taking WWX’s hand, but draws the line at giving up her house.

Through all of this, Wei Wuxian doesn't once protest, even when he thinks they're getting ready to take his hand off. He'll do whatever it takes to make peace. THIS is the core of his heroism; he will sacrifice anything to do what he thinks is right. He's not "playing the hero;" not doing this for fame or kudos, but for a clear conscience.

It’s a Murder Party

Wang Lingjiao explains the new Wen World order, and Yu Ziyuan smacks her to the floor and then takes out all 8 of the Wen soldiers in one elegant move.

Can we talk about how incredibly effective a fighter Yu Ziyuan is, without a sword? With her first-class spiritual tool as her only weapon? Nobody is telling her she needs to carry a sword. She shows she can use one, after she gives Zidian to Jiang Cheng, but she's absolutely devastating without one.

Having defied Wang Lingjiao, Yu Ziyuan...doesn't kill her. She chokes her, slaps her and yells at her. Then she insults her clan and sticks her FOOT on her FACE.

She sics the murder twins on the guards in the room, and they shank all of them at super speed while the boys watch with alarm.

Then she has them sloooowly advance on Wang Lingjiao, giving her plenty of time to holler for Wen Zhuliu before they can kill her.

Het Heat

Wen Zhuliu comes flying in, literally, kicking both murder twins across the room at the same time. This is followed by Core-Melting Hand x Violet Spider suddenly becoming the most shippable M/F couple in this thing, because wow, they have some serious chemistry.

I never saw a pretty girl look so tough

Actor Feng Mingjing continues to do an awful lot with almost no lines, in his portrayal of Wen Zhuliu. WZL politely apologizes to Yu Ziyuan. Is he offering to withdraw, or is he just being polite before getting down to the killy bit? Either way, Yu Ziyuan is ready to rumble, and doesn't even consider de-escalating.

You know who was able to rein in his temper, after fighting with this same extremely dangerous dude, and therefore lived to fight another day? Fucking Nie Mingjue, that's who, who has a generational CURSE making him angry. While Yu Ziyuan, is like, "fuck the safety of my clan, this is Wei Wuxian's fault anyway" and throws down.

Wen Zhuliu and Yu Ziyuan proceed to have an epic, sexy fight, where he catches her whip and she dodges his attempt to feel up her core.

He's a magic man, mama, he's got the magic hands.

Wei Wuxian, still incapacitated, tells Jiang Cheng to stop Wang Lingjiao from calling for help, but JC gets distracted by the threat to his mom, and goes to engage with Wen Zhuliu.

Jiang Cheng takes a horrifying smack in the chest, which injures him and takes him out, while Wang Lingjiao sends the signal that seals the fate of Lotus Pier.

It’s All Over Except for the Crying

Yu Ziyuan immediately sees that she's lost the battle, and has the murder twins divert Wen Zhuliu while she brings the two boys to the pier.

She verifies that Jiang Cheng's core is still intact, showing the viewers, for future reference, that it's possible to tell by touch if someone's core is missing, although a casual touch won't do it.

Then she re-codes the Zidian so that it recognizes Jiang Cheng and puts it on his wrist. She follows this with a display of maternal affection for Jiang Cheng unlike anything we've seen so far, which super fails to reassure him.

She follows this up with screaming at Wei Wuxian and telling him how much she hates him, and blaming him for the multiple shitty choices she just made..

With a heart full of rage, she reminds him that his worth lies in what he can do for more important people.

She binds the boys with Zidian and then sends the boat on its way....

...with a frickin' TALISMAN, holeee shit. As toxic as she is for Wei Wuxian, there is a direct line from her cultivation skills to his.

Dad To The Rescue...sort of

The last third of the episode is basically yelling and crying punctuated by a couple of interactions out on the water. The extreme emotions go on for long enough that I eventually stop feeling bad for the characters and start feeling bad for the actors, who had to maintain this level of feeling for probably days of shooting.

The boys eventually meet up with Jiang Fengmian and Jiang Yanli. JFM discovers that Zidian responds to his control, which tells him something is very, very wrong, since it probably knows how his wife feels about him.

This thing isn’t biting me; your mom is in serious trouble.

Here Jiang Fengmian decides to do the heroic, totally futile thing, which is exactly his style. He tosses Jiang Yanli in with the boys and takes his leave so he can go die with his wife while the children survive.

He has to know that Yu Ziyuan is the stronger fighter of the two of them, and that he's not going back to rescue her. He's just going to stand with her and die together, which is the most romantic thing you can do in a C-drama, after all.

How Much Do You Owe the Jiang Clan?

Jiang Fengmian tells his two children not to cry, making them and the viewer cry extra hard. (specially ouchy gifset here).

Then he turns to Wei Wuxian and, with a heart full of tenderness, reminds him that his worth lies in what he can do for more important people.

Next episode: Is going to be even more horrible!

Soundtrack: 1. When The Levee Breaks, Led Zeppelin 2. The Tale of Custard the Dragon (poem) by Ogden Nash 3. Let it Whip by the Dazz Band 4. U Got the Look by Prince & Sheena Easton 5. Magic Man by Heart

#fytheuntamed #the untamed #the untamed gifs #the untamed meta #yi ziyuan #restless rewatch the untamed #canary3d-original #my gifs #the untamed spoilers #tw: crying #omg this episode

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obxcunt · 4 years ago

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Rafe Cameron x Pogue Reader.

A/N: First of all, this is probably trash, i’m really sorry and i’m insecure about my writing hehe. Anyway, Rafe is the cocky asshole and Y/N the horny Pogue, enemies to lovers vibes, classic. And this is their story or more specifically: How they ended up together.

Warning: Light Smut, Sexual tension, Fluff, Light Angst, idk mention of Ward Cameron and John B? Sounds like a warning to me, you might feel the need to throw your panties at Drew afterwards?

Words: 5K

You started working at the country club this summer, which is where you “met” Rafe Cameron. But it wasn’t really the first time, as a Pogue you were already aware of the Kook’s bad reputation. However, this is when things unexpectedly started to change between the two of you.

At first, you tried to avoid him and his friends as much as possible: which caught Rafe’s attention and intrigued him. You were annoyed by his cocky attitude, vulgarity and poor comments regarding your lifestyle and friends but you couldn’t deny his charm.

One day, after another sexist comment from Topper, you decided to call him out in front of everyone, flipping him off on your way back to the bar as well. And your sudden bold attitude picked Rafe’s interest, leaving the Kook boy wordless and turning him on at the same time.

That’s when Rafe started to come to the club by himself without telling anyone, wanting to admire you in peace. He was obsessed with your work uniform, with the way your short tennis skirt always exposed your legs to him. He couldn’t stop picturing himself caressing your beautiful thighs, his mind going wild at the thought of you sitting on his lap.

Rafe didn’t know how to handle his new feelings towards you, especially the most sinful ones. He wasn’t used to rejection, usually women are the ones coming up to him. But you weren’t one of them, you were mostly ignoring him, torturing the Kook boy through the act. You guys were supposed to be enemies, but deep down, Rafe hoped you didn’t hate him.

On the other hand, you tried to not pay attention to the cocky Kook boy. But today, you knew something was going on due to Rafe’s lack of discretion. You could feel his blue eyes devouring you from across the room as you walked by. He was sitting at his usual table with his friends, drinking in silence and ignoring their conversation, too busy looking at you with intensity: the persistence making you blush uncontrollably. And right now, as Rafe licked his lips: tasting the sweet alcohol he just drank. He smirked to himself, wondering how you’d taste.

You left the room, followed by the Kook boy. “What do you want, Cameron?” You asked harshly, noticing his presence as you both walked to the exit. You were craving fresh-air, your cheeks still burning from his last action. “Do you have plans for tonight?” He asked back, opening the door for you, your eyes lingering on his bicep as he held it. “Why—“ You paused, waving at some customers coming in as you both stood next to the entrance. “I’m not interested.” Rafe laughed, grabbing your wrist as you tried to walk out. “Wait,“ He turned you around, gently pushing you against the wall, not caring about the people looking at the two of you. “One date, one chance.” “I don’t understand, you—“ You licked your lips, trying to ignore the warm feeling invading your body as he looked down at your lips. “This is literally our first real conversation, the insults and shitty comments you usually throw at me don’t count. And now, after all, you want to take me on a date? Why? I’m not a dirty Pogue anymore?” He shrugged his shoulders, playing it cool while he was freaking out on the inside, scared to get rejected by you. “I— I don’t know. You seem like a cool girl.” You raised a brow, then rolled your eyes at him. “If this is some kind of bet—“ “No! It’s not— Y/N, trust me it’s not. I’m not very good at this…” You sighed, a bit intrigued by his offer. “Fine, I'm giving you one chance, Cameron.”

Surprisingly, he wasn’t playing with you: preparing a whole pic-nic on the beach by himself, with a few candles and pillows laying on the duvet he had placed on the sand. “Wow, this is actually really nice.” You said, sitting down next to the nervous boy. Rafe smirked, admiring your features glowing under the sunset’s light. He couldn’t tell, but you were trying your best to not look at him, guilt washing you over as soon as you started thinking he looked hot tonight. You weren’t supposed to feel this way. “Don’t look at me like that.” You said, looking at the horizon. “I— I wasn’t,” You chuckled. “I can’t help it.” He admitted, swallowing hard as you looked back at him. “Did you tell your friends about our date?” He asked. “Of course not, and you didn’t say anything to yours either, right?” He shook his head, making you laugh. “I don’t even understand what I'm doing here.” “Stop pretending you’re not attracted to me,” You laughed nervously. “I know you feel it too.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You lied, your cheeks heating up under his intense gaze once again. “Listen, i’m sorry for the— everything.” “Rafe Cameron, apologizing,” You smiled at the irony. “That’s very unexpected. Is that your way to get into my pants, Cameron?” The Kook boy coughed, drinking a few sips of his beer to cool down. “I— No.” He said, shaking his head. “You don’t want to have sex with me?” His eyes widened at the question. “Yes, I mean— No.” He groaned, while you simply laughed at his frustration. His eyes went down your thighs, those thighs. “Cameron… Don’t.” You warned, his eyes meeting yours and finding a sudden touch of desire in them. “God—“ You groaned, pulling on your skirt with embarrassment. “This is so weird.” He slowly leaned his head towards yours. “I wanna touch you, so bad.” He murmured, his lips dangerously close to yours. You surprised yourself by briefly looking at his own, secretly wanting to taste them. “I—“ You paused, goosebumps now covering your skin as you felt his fingers wandering along your thigh. You looked down, enjoying the sight of his large hand resting on your thigh. “You want it.” He said, clearly amused by your reaction to his touch. “Wh— What? No!” You objected, smacking his hand away in panic. “But—“ “I— I wanna go home!” You blurted out, getting up and walking away from a very confused Rafe Cameron. Truth is, you wanted this as much as he did but you couldn’t lose your composure, not with him.

A few days passed since your catastrophic date with Rafe. And he’s been avoiding the country club since then, which annoyed you way more than it should’ve had. You ended up missing seeing him, searching for the tall boy’s silhouette everywhere at the club, to only find a void eating you alive. The Pogues knew something was wrong: noticing your silence, how much you were lost in your thoughts and the certain sadness occupying your gaze. You blamed it all on insomnia, too scared to admit your attraction to Rafe Cameron, their enemy.

You saw him again at Midsummers, finally. You were working with your friends that night, not expecting to see him walking in with his family, and a beautiful woman at his arm. You weren’t supposed to feel jealous, but couldn’t help it. He looked at you for the first time in a week, his deep blue eyes not leaving you as he kissed his date on the cheek at, asshole. “Is everything alright, Y/N?” Pope asked, walking up to you. “Yes...” You mumbled, faking a smile. “I— I need to use the bathroom, i’ll be right back.” He nodded, watching you leave, catching the Kook boy’s eyes following you through the crowd.

Once you were inside, you let out a sigh, both hands holding on the edges of the sink as you enjoyed the silence. Rafe ended up following you to the bathroom, a bit worried. He knocked on the door without introducing himself, forcing you to move back to it. “What are you doing here?” You asked, looking at the tall boy standing on the doorstep. “I saw you leaving and—“ You snorted, interrupting him. “Shouldn’t you be with your date, Cameron?” He smirked, sensing the bitterness in your question. “Jealous, Y/N?” He briefly looked behind him, examining the empty hallway, before pushing you back inside as he walked in. He closed the door and locked it, without breaking eye-contact. “I’m not jealous.” You lied, taking a better look at his appearance. He looked sensational in his baby-blue suit, your curiosity wondering how his muscles looked underneath it. “You’re the one who rejected me, remember?” He continued, leaning against the door, repulsing the urge to touch you. “Because all of this doesn’t make any sense!” You snapped out of frustration, scratching your head. “W— We are not supposed to do this, we are not supposed to feel this way.” He licked his lips, walking up to you. “We?” You rolled your eyes at his usual cockiness, crossing your arms. “Did you miss me, Y/N?” He asked, caressing your cheekbone with his thumb, going down your bottom lip as he held your chin with his fingers: the action sending shivers down your spin. You fluttered your eyes, enjoying the feeling. “Look at you, getting weak under my touch.” You opened your eyes, annoyed. “Fuck you.” You hissed, hitting his toned chest, both hands finding their way to his neck. “I will.” He said, pushing against the wall, making you whine. “Rafe—“ He slammed his lips against yours in a passionate kiss, the both of you fighting for dominance with your tongues as he kept his hands on your hips, pulling you closer to him. You were finally tasting them, tasting him: and it was even better than you had imagined it. “Fuck—“ He moaned against your lips, the both of you craving way more than a kiss, the both of you needing to feel the void. “Jump, baby.” He ordered in a whisper, kissing your jawline as he smacked your ass. You obeyed, wrapping your legs around his clothed body and letting the Kook boy carry you to the sink counter. Your hands went directly to his belt, a soft moan escaping your lips as Rafe licked your neck, leaving wet kisses all over skin. “Listen to me,” He said, grabbing your jaw to look at you in the eyes, your neediness driving him insane. “We’re gonna have to make it quick, alright?” You nodded, blushing as you felt your stomach twitch at the sound of his voice. “Good girl.” You moaned at his words, watching him unbuttoning your blouse. You had sex with Rafe Cameron for the first time that night, but it wouldn’t be the last.

The next day, you didn’t know what to expect from him. However, you were both eager to see each other again. You saw him during the day, while walking down the stairs to meet someone at the bar. A sudden shyness invaded you, your cheeks heating up at the thought of him: pulling on your hair, calling you his, choking you, controlling your body, cumming inside you. He noticed you, following you in the hallway and gently grabbing your wrist to turn you around, a devilish smirk on his face. “Hey, you come here often?” He asked, stroking the back of your hand with his thumb. “Rafe…” You laughed, admiring the few marks on his neck. “Last night—“ “Last night was fucking amazing.” You smirked, biting your lower lip. “Yeah, maybe we should do it again someday.” You said. “Yeah, maybe we should…” You hummed, getting lost in his blue eyes, ignoring the noises surrounding the two of you. Last night, Rafe made you feel alive, and you were already dying to feel it again, no matter how inappropriate it was. You sighed, grabbing the tall boy’s face, pulling him in a heated kiss, listening to your heart rather than your head. You both pulled away, out of breath and turned on. “The closet?” Rafe suggested, driven by lust. “Please.”

And it happened again, again and again. You decided to stop counting at some point, enjoying each time like it was the last one. You guys were having sex everywhere, at any time of the day and night, it felt like an addiction: at the country club, at parties (which was dangerous), at his house (in his room, the shower, the pool, his dad’s office) and yours, in the back of his truck or even on the beach. You both liked it rough, but sometimes it turned into soft-love making: “What’s wrong, Rafe?” You asked, coming out of the bathroom and noticing the crying boy sitting on your bed. “What happened?” You walked up to him, kneeling down between his legs. “Hey, look at me.” You said, cupping his face and wiping the tears away with your thumbs. “My dad he’s—“ He paused, his voice cracking. “It’s okay, Rafe...” You whispered, leaning your forehead against his, sitting on his lap. “You’re safe here.” You reassured him, kissing his forehead. Rafe hugged you tight, a few tears rolling down his cheeks. “Do you want anything?” He looked up, sniffing with a sad smile. “You.” He murmured, the confession making you smile.

He held you the whole time, needing to feel you close to him as much as possible because you were the one making him feel safe and loved. His lips barely left yours, moaning and whispering the sweetest words against it. He looked at you in the eyes, pounding into you at a slower pace, smiling wide as you begged the Kook boy for more. He couldn’t stop admiring the beautiful girl underneath him: scratching his back with fierceness, crying in pleasure and screaming for him and only him. He really wanted this moment to last forever, and for the first time he didn’t leave afterwards, letting you fall asleep in his strong arms, holding you close to his heart: where you definitely belonged.

The Pogues knew you were seeing someone: you were constantly on your phone, ditching plans without explanation and quite often wearing bruises around your neck. However, Rafe wasn’t your boyfriend, yet. You both really liked each other, but didn’t know how to express it: your hookups sessions were turning into something more, which seemed a bit scary to you at times. Truth is, even though you both agreed on keeping this as a secret, you really wanted to talk about it to someone, craving advice and reassurance. And it seemed like the universe had heard your prayers, as Sarah caught the two of you having sex in your kitchen the other night.

“Rafe...“ You moaned, bent over the counter. “Fuck— I missed you so much.” He groaned at your words, pulling on your hair as he roughly pounded into you from behind. “Shit— Pretty girl.” You cried, gripping on the edges for dear life. “This is what you get,“ He smacked your ass. “For flirting with a guy in front of me.” “I— I wasn’t flirting with him!” You gasped, his arms pulling you back against his sweaty chest, his lips sucking on your neck as he pounded deeper into you through the new angle. “Shut up.” “Fuck, Rafe—“ He smiled against your skin, loving the power he had on you. “You’re taking me so well, baby. Look at you, getting fucked in the kitchen. You like that, huh?” You cried at his words, your hands holding on his arms for support. “Cum for me.” He murmured, hitting your g-spot, your legs shaking at the impact. You were about to, until someone arrived in the kitchen: Sarah, holding your backpack in hands. “Y/N, you forgot your—“ She paused, screaming in horror at the sight of the two of you: breathless, moaning mess. “Shit— Sarah!” You tried to call her, but she threw the backpack on the floor before running towards the front door. “Well, it was obviously going to happen at some point.” Rafe said, pulling out of you and putting his pants on. “I told you to lock the door.” You hissed, grabbing your dress off the ground. Rafe looked at you, noticing the panic submerging you as you struggled. “Hey, hey, hey,” He whispered, gently cupping your face. “Look at me, Y/N. It’s fine, don’t worry.” You pushed him away, dressing up in a rush. “This is not okay— I’ve been lying to my friends for weeks, they’re gonna be so—“ Rafe turned you around, pulling you against him. “You need to calm down, okay? I’m sure they’ll understand, and it’s actually none of their business.” You sighed, kissing his bare chest, your arms wrapping themselves around him. “I’ll stay with you, if you want.” He said, kissing the top of your head. “So… About what we were doing ten minutes ago.” He continued with a smirk, squeezing your ass. “Get out of my house, Cameron.” You said, playfully pushing the Kook boy away. “Your little sister just caught us having sex.”

Rafe dragged you inside his house, holding your hand. “Come on, Y/N.” He said, kissing your temple. “Stay in the perimeter, in case she tries to kill me.” You whispered, glancing at his blond sister walking in the kitchen. Rafe laughed, placing a soft kiss on your lips before letting go of your hand. You sighed, walking inside the quiet room, looking at your friend sitting down at the table with a bowl of fruits. “What do you want, Y/N? Condoms?” She joked, looking away. “Sarah—“ “I can’t believe it, you’ve been fucking my brother for weeks, without telling me.” You crossed your arms, nervously biting your lower lip. “I— I’m sorry. I was scared, because it’s obviously very problematic—“ Sarah chuckled, looking back at you. “No shit, Y/N!” She said, falling back into her chair. “First of all, my brother is an asshole, he doesn't deserve you. Second of all, he hurt our friends many times!” “I know, I feel guilty about us everyday, Sarah!” You shouted, walking up to her. “I don’t know how it happened, but i really like him and—” “Oh my god, tell me you’re not in love with my brother.” She said, visibly disgusted. “He’s not that bad, he’s actually sweet at times. Come on, Sarah. I was the first one to defend you and John B!” The Kook girl sighed, trying to understand how someone like you could love someone like Rafe. “I don’t want you to get hurt. You’re one of my best friends, Y/N.” She said, giving you a tiny smile. “I’m traumatized by the way.” She added, grimacing at the idea of his brother and you having sex. “Please, don’t be mad at me. I— I know this is weird, but i liked being around him and i feel like i might have a good influence on him.” “Of course you have a good influence on him, you’re adorable. But we can’t trust him.” You looked down, crossing your arms. “We are not dating, it’s just—” “You need to tell the others, especially JJ.” You looked back at her, eyes widening. “No way! JJ’s gonna kill him, we all know how dramatic he can be.” Sarah nodded. “Do you really want him to find out the same way I did?” You sighed, shaking your head. Maybe it was time to tell everyone.

Today, you weren’t feeling well, a bit stressed by the whole situation. However, you were excited to see Rafe again at the country club. But when you walked in the dining room, your smile disappeared almost instantly, your eyes leaning on the beautiful woman sitting next to him, the one who accompanied him at the Midsummers. She looked flawless and visibly older than you, probably closer to his age. “Take their order, Y/N.” Your manager said. You sighed, walking up to their table, shaking in your shoes. You saluted Ward, ignoring the Kook boy and his date, the sight of them making you feel sick to your stomach. You started overthinking, wondering if he had been fucking her too, the whole time he was seeing you. You could feel his eyes on you, the intensity distracting you and making you choke on your words as you took their order. “I— Alright, Sir.” You walked away, running out of the room once you were done, hiding in the bathroom where it all started. But this time, Rafe didn’t follow you, his absence breaking your heart.

A few days passed since the last time you saw him at the country club. And he has been acting dead ever since. “Y/N?” JJ asked, stroking your shoulder. “What’s going on? You’re usually excited to eat one of my burgers.” You smirked, turning to the blond boy. “I’m excited!” You faked enthusiasm, trying to ignore the pain you’ve been feeling all night. “Don’t lie to me.” He said, narrowing his eyes and sitting down next to you on the couch. “Is it about that guy you’re seeing? Do you want me to kick his ass?” You chuckled, looking at his clenched fists. “Tough day at work, that’s all.” You said, standing up. “Y/N…” He groaned, watching you walk to John B’s kitchen. “Come on, tell me the truth.” He begged, following you. “Did he hurt you?” Yes. “Can’t we just talk about something else, JJ?” “I hooked up with this—“ You turned around smacking his chest. “You’re so annoying.” You said, rolling your eyes at his amusement. “I don’t want to talk about him, it’s probably not even relevant anymore.” You opened the fridge, giving the blond the ingredients. “You guys broke up or?” You sighed, of course he wasn’t going to let it go. “We weren’t together, we were just… seeing each other.” JJ hummed in response, walking towards the counter. “I don’t know what you’re hiding but—” You weren’t listening anymore, looking into space, rethinking about your conversation with Sarah the other day. “JJ? I— I fucked Rafe Cameron.” You blurted out, the confession surprising him. He let everything fall on the counter before turning towards you, eyes filled with anger. “Please, JJ. Don’t be mad at me. I— I wanted to tell you but i didn’t know how.” He clenched his jaw, walking up to you. “Rafe Cameron? Out of all the guys?” He laughed nervously, ready to raise his voice. “Are you fuckinf kidding me, Y/N?” He shouted at your face, giving you goosebumps. “I’m so sorry…” You cried, looking away. JJ’s features softened at the sight of your tears, guilt washing his anger away. “Don’t— Shit.” He sighed, pulling you into a hug. “Don’t cry, Y/N. I’m sorry for yelling at you, it’s just—“ He paused, the sound of your sobs breaking his heart. He knew something was wrong, he couldn’t be the only one responsible for your breakdown. “What happened?” He asked, caressing your hair, still shocked by the news. “I’m so stupid.” You murmured, head pressed against his chest. “I love him.” JJ sighed, holding you tight. “I won’t let anyone hurt you.” He murmured back, already picturing himself fighting the Kook boy.

“Okay, i’ll be there in ten minutes.” You said, holding the phone close to your ear as you left your house. “No, JJ. I won’t give you my bra to try it on. I don’t care if it’s a bet—” You whined, rolling your eyes and closing the door behind you. “Whatever, see you guys soon.” You hung up, then walked towards your car, entering the driveway when you noticed someone leaned against the vehicle: Rafe. “Leave me alone.” You hissed, trying to shut down your emotions. He looked hot, as always, his devilish smirk still present on his perfectly sculpted face. “I’m serious, Rafe.” You said, pushing him to the right, the Kook boy grabbing your hips with both hands in the act. “Let me explain, Y/N.” You pushed him away, this time with way more strength. “Explain, what? How you fucked someone else behind my back? Because you’re ashamed to be seen with a Pogue?” He frowned, shaking his head. “What are you talking about—“ “I’m eighteen years old, still living with my parents, working at the country club and driving an old car. I’m not some model in her twenties, born into a rich family.” Rafe sighed, passing a hand over his face, tears emerging from the corner of your eyes. “Baby…” He said, trying to take your hand but failing. "Don't— You disappeared for a week.” You tried to open the car door, but he closed it immediately with his hand. “Rafe!” You whined, containing your tears. “Let me explain, Y/N.” He begged, turning you around and slamming you against the vehicle, leaning his face dangerously close to yours. You both looked at each other for a second, wanting to close the gap between the two of you. “I—“ You started, swallowing hard. “I don’t know what to do, kissing you or punching you in the fucking face, Cameron.” He smirked, caressing your cheek. “Nothing happened between us, trust me. Michelle comes from a rich family and my father tried to set us up.” You nodded, sighing. “So, are you married now?” “I told him about us, about my feelings for you.” Your lips parted. “But— But you left and—“ “Remember the last time i did that? The week before Midsummers?” You nodded. “I was dealing with some issues.” You frowned. “Are you talking about drugs? I thought you were—“ “Clean?” He laughed, the sadness in his tone hitting you. “I’m never high around you, because you make me feel better, because you’re my escape.” A tear rolled down your cheek, which he wiped away with his thumb. “But the shit my dad was putting through— it triggered me.” “Why didn’t you call me, Rafe? You can always count on me.” “I know, but after what happened at the club… I felt like shit for hurting you, i didn’t mean to. When you left the room— I really wanted to follow you.” You couldn’t hold back anymore, grabbing his face and pulling him into a soft kiss. “I— I think i’m in love with you, Rafe.” You murmured, your forehead resting against his. “I think i’m in love with you too, Y/N.” He replied, smiling, both hands now holding your shaking ones and giving them soft kisses.

That night, you decided to tell everyone at the Chateau: Rafe driving you to the location and accompanying you. You were nervous, holding his hand as you both walked to the backyard, where your friends were talking. “What the fuck?” Pope asked, being the first one to notice the Kook boy next to you. “Holy shit—“ Kiara mumbled, her eyes stuck on your hands. “What is he doing here?” John B asked, standing up. “What the—“ Sarah covered his mouth with her hand, winking at you. “What’s going on, Y/N?” Kie asked, looking at everyone with confusion. JJ remained silent, examining your boyfriend with a clenched jaw. “We— We are dating.” You said, leaning your head against Rafe’s chest, craving some protection. “Is this a joke?” Pope asked, while your other friends seemed disappointed. “I know he’s been a real asshole—“ “What the fuck!” Kie shouted, standing up. “You were hooking up with him the whole time?” “I’m genuinely sorry for lying to you guys! But—“ You paused, trembling in your boyfriend’s arms, as he held you close to him. “I didn’t premeditated to fall in love with him.” You continued, glancing at Rafe. “I still don’t understand how you managed to make her fall in love with you.” JJ said, looking at his boots. “Wait,” John B said, glancing back and forth between us. “You already knew about this?” “She told me yesterday.” Sarah sighed. “And i caught them having sex in her kitchen.” Kie fake-gagged, looking away. “You had sex in a kitchen?” Pope asked, eyes widening. “Oh my god, shut up.” Kie said, slapping the back of his head. Rafe cleared his throat. “I really like— Love, Y/N.” He said, looking at your friends. “I fucked up in the past, but i won’t bother any of you ever again.” He promised, your arms wrapping themselves around his waist, the small gesture making his heart melt. “Gross…” JJ murmured, looking away. “I know it’s gonna take you guys some time to fully accept and understand but—“ “You defended me, when Sarah and I started dating. I won’t judge you, but i can’t trust him.” John B said, looking at Rafe. “If you hurt her—“ “I won’t.” Your friends looked at each other, still a bit lost and overwhelmed by all of this.

After a few months, your friends were starting to accept your relationship with the Kook boy a bit more: inviting him and his friends to parties, hanging out with the two of you, all of this without causing any drama. It wasn’t easy at first, especially for JJ who’s always been protective, but he knew you were truly happy with Rafe and it was the most important to him. Your parents loved him, especially your mother, who finds him extremely charming, obviously. “I think your mother likes me.” Rafe whispered, glancing at the older woman from across the table. “She definitely has a crush on you.” “The mom and the daughter? Sounds like—“ “If you say porn, you’re gonna have to watch some for a while.” You warned, crossing your arms. Rafe chuckled, caressing your bare thigh under the table. “That’s sweet,” He said, leaning his lips closer to your ear. “We both know you can’t resist me.” “I have other options waiting for me.” You teased back, smirking at him. “Really?” He asked, his thumb caressing your inner-thigh, getting dangerously close to your center. “Well, we’ll talk about it later then.” He said, his eyes getting darker and your whole body shivering at his words. You already knew the outcome of this conversation, your legs already shaking at the idea. “Appreciate them while you can, baby.” He said, moving his hand to your knee. “You’re not gonna be able to use them for a while.”

uhuhuhuh, the end.

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readerinsertz · 4 years ago

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Omfg I love your reader inserts! Can I get an Alpha! Bokuto Kōtarō x Omega! Fem! Reader? A scenario where Reader-chan goes to Nekoma and is the male volleyball team’s manager, reader chan gets stuck in heat and Bokuto gets jealous of Kuroo trying to help reader-chan? Smut would be nice but it doesn’t have to be fam! Have fun!

Rating: Explicit, MDNI

Genre: Omegaverse AU (Alpha!Bokuto, Omega!Reader)

Word count: 7.4K

Warnings: 18+ content, MDNI, afab!reader, heat sex, fingering, bokuto being whipped for you, soft sex, biting, doggy, okay maybe not that soft, knots

AN: I made it extra smutty since this was requested a while ago!!

You could tell before you had fully sat down for Registration that it was going to be a bad day. You had only just woken up on time, having forgotten to plug your phone in last night to recharge, you’d left your lunch at home and didn’t have enough money to buy some at the cafeteria. You forced the fiercest scowl on your face, learnt from fellow Omega Yaku to ward away anyone who wanted to talk to you. You were definitely not in a talking mood.

“You okay, (Name)-chan?” A quiet voice spoke, your aggravation melting away as Kenma asked about your well-being.

“I’m as good as my current circumstances allow me to be,” you told him, pouting as you were forced to remember how horrible your week had been. Due to the harsh rain and living on the first floor, your apartment had been flooded quite badly. Thankfully, the landowner was getting it under control and wouldn’t be charging but you, and the rest of the first floor, had been forced to move out of the building. You had moved into a cheap flat but since you hadn’t had much time to pack, you’d had forgotten a lot of your things.

“Do you know when you’ll be able to move back in?” Kenma asked, golden eyes worried.

“Hmm, probably not in the next week or two, there’s going to be a lot of renovation from water damage,” you relayed what your landowner had told you when you had rung her earlier.

“What about your,” Kenma’s eyes swept across the class to make sure no one was listening in on your conversation and moved closer to you, “Suppressants?”

In your haste to pack enough clothes, toiletries and technology you didn’t want to get water damaged or stolen, you had forgotten to grab your Suppressor Pills. For pretty much any Omega living in Tokyo, they would have been one of the first things packe. You, however, had gone to a small middle school in the Miyagi Prefecture that had had a very small number of Alphas in attendance. As a result of the limited interactions with the other Designation, you hadn’t really needed Suppressants. When you had chosen to attend Nekoma High in Tokyo, which was bound to have a much greater population of Alphas than your previous school, you had decided it would be best to go onto the medication. The first year of High School had been split between managing the Nekoma Volleyball Team and testing out different types of Suppressants. It had only been at the start of the second year, after almost giving up trying to find medication that worked for you, that you’d finally found Suppressants that didn’t make you feel nauseous or had your moods constantly swinging from high to low. Unfortunately, the few months you’d been on the Suppressants hadn’t been enough for them to be given enough importance that you would remember them in your travel packing list and so you had left them in your flat. Your flat that was currently inaccessible… For the next few weeks.

“Eugh, don’t remind me about that problem! I tried to swing by to grab them but I wasn’t allowed entrance- they said that the water may have damaged the structural integrity of the first floor and it’d be too dangerous for a ‘small Omega to go in’,” your face turned into a nasty frown as you quoted to your fellow Omega what one of the construction workers had told you, “so I’ve not been able to get them. I’ve had to make do by rolling as much Scent Blocker, which I had to buy from the pharmacy ‘cuz I forgot that as well, as is physically possible on all my Scent Glands.” Your frown turned into a grimace as you recalled the chicken dance you were forced to do every morning to dry the amount of Scent Blocker applied to your body.

“Isn’t there anyway you can go buy some more Suppressors? I’m not sure how much longer you’ll remain out of Heat, especially since you’ve been on them for a few months now,” Kenma mused. You just sighed at his suggestion and rested your head on your folded arms on the desk.

Whilst Alphas and Omegas had to first go to their local doctors to discuss going on Suppressors and trailing ones that worked well for them, once they had decided on a Suppressor type they could set up a standing order for that prescription and collect it over the counter at a pharmacy of their choice. As you had had bad reactions to the most common Suppressors, you had been forced to use a type that was produced in smaller batches. A limited number of pharamices stocked those pills and only one was reasonably close. The owner of that pharmacy was an Alpha that still had archaic views on Alphas and Omegas and the roles of each Designation.

“The Suppressors I’m on aren’t ones that are made in huge quantities. If I go to her and ask for some emergency Suppressors since I’ve left my previous prescription at home, she’d probably spend an hour lecturing me on how all Omegas are unreliable, knot-driven beasts that spend most of their time thinking about Alphas instead of taking their pills. She won’t even listen to my reason!”

Kenma regarded you with sympathy. Since he was on the most common Suppressant, one you’d had reacted to with severe cramps and vomiting, he couldn’t just give you his and get another month’s worth from a pharmacy that wouldn’t judge. The male’s eyes widened as he thought of a temporary solution and moved to his bag. Struggling for a second, he untied the jumper that his alpha, Kuroo, had given him that morning.

“Here, it should cover your scent and give other Alphas second thoughts on approaching you.” You smiled your gratitude and quickly pulled it over your head. Unlike many Alpha-Omegan mates, Kuroo and Kenma didn’t mind if their scents weren’t just on their mates- the entire volleyball team were like this- so you’d often been given articles of clothing from Alphas who had mates to ward off any bothersome Alphas. Before you could discuss anything else with Kenma, the teacher walked in and your class fell silent.

Sweat beading along your hairline had you huffing and quickly swiping it away. The sun was blazing down on the gymnasium but the team you managed were dedicated to training and so you had been forced to endure the heat with them. Not that you could say, with all honesty, that you really minded since the Fukurōdani team had come to practise with your team. You looked up just in time to see the Alpha Captain spiking the ball, it bouncing on the shiny floor before Yaku could get to it. Your gaze remained on the third year, taking in how his muscles flexed as he moved around the court. Even though he was on the opposing team, you couldn’t help the smile as he scored another point- or maybe it was because of his cute celebration.

“Ho, ho, ho, what prey has caught your eyes?” Kuroo asked, sneaking up on you in your brief lapse of attention. He had wanted to sit on the sides and observe his team to locate any big weaknesses in their teamwork or form so wasn’t on the court for the friendly game. Tracing your stare back to where you had been looking at, Kuroo’s smirk widened. “Cute, our lil’ Queen has had her interest piqued. And by a bird, no less- at least it’s a bird of prey. I’m sure he’ll be able to handle your claws.” Kuroo curved his hands to resemble claws and winked at you. You scoffed and rolled your eyes at his antics.

“Just because we’re members of the Nekoma Volleyball team doesn’t mean we’re literally cats, Kuroo!” You side-eyed him. “I still don’t know why you know the term for a female cat.”

“I’m in Class 5, y’know, a college preparatory class.”

“Yeah, but you’re you! You know the full word of DHA but don’t know that sleeping without those pillows over your head will cure you of your serious bed hair.” You stood on tip-toes to pull at a strand of his black hair. The two of you both jumped apart at the louder than normal sound of a volleyball hitting the floor. Looking over you saw how Bokuto was glowering in your direction, though he seemed to be staring at Kuroo. The cold look he had on his face instantly melted when your eyes met with his and he gave you a beaming grin. You tucked a piece of hair behind your eye and shyly glanced down at the gym floor. Whilst you would have normally sent the male a smile and a wave, Kuroo standing there, no doubt observing you two, had you feeling more timid than usual.

“I’m sure, if you ever get tired of this dancing around each other, you could just go over and declare your want to Court him,” Kuroo spoke, your eyes bulging and heat blooming on your cheeks.

“Kuroo! Oh my God, why-what-would?!” You spluttered out.

“What?” Kuroo shrugged his shoulders. “I thought you were all about being a progressive Omega. It’s not a bad thing if an Omega starts a Courtship- it’s the twenty-first century after all.” The captain studied you for a few seconds. “If you’re afraid of rejection, I’m sure that won’t happen; you two have been flirting with each other since the end of your first year- how many times has he taken you out for ice cream after a joint practice? Bo is clearly into you, look he’s puffing his chest out for you.” Peeking up you saw that Bokuto was, indeed, puffing his chest up, the action of an Alpha wanting to impress an Omega.

“Shouldn’t you be, I don’t know, watching your own team for errors?” You prompted him. Kuroo narrowed his eyes at you, not liking your stubbornness. He was tired of having to spend ages listening to Bokuto gush about you plus Kenma had told him that you often texted him about the owl-looking captain. It was clear that you both had a lot in common and had great chemistry but you came from a traditional family who would disprove of you, an Omega, making the first move. It also didn’t help that you both went to different schools and were on rival teams- he had barely been able to hold back the first time someone remarked on how close you were to the Fukurōdani team, especially their captain. Since you were similar to Kenma, you wouldn’t want that type of negative attention directed towards you.

“This isn’t over,” Kuroo warned, pointing a finger at you and turning to head back to the bench. You just laughed and moved to one of the open doors, intent on refilling the team’s water bottles to give to them once the set was over.

Luckily, when you returned from filling the canteens up, you were greeted with a soaring Bokuto spiking the ball down onto the floor. The sheer power behind the ball forced it through Lev’s block. When both of his feet were on the ground, Bokuto knelt down and punched the air with both fists. The whistle blew as the first set went to Fukurōdani. Bokuto stood up, arms still curled not noticing how you stood in the doorway, transfixed over how his top clung to his frame in such a way that you could see the silhouette of his back muscles.

As he walked off the court he brought up the hem of his blue shirt, using it to wipe off the sweat on his forehead, and revealed part of his six-pack. The simple action had you flustered, hand coming up to fan your face for what seemed like the fifth time in a minute. You had asked a few members sitting on the bench earlier if they had thought it was hot but all had replied with a ‘no’. The air-con and opened doors helped to keep the heat from becoming sweltering yet you still felt like you were trapped in an inferno. Before you could dwell on your sudden heated body, your team was huddling in front of Kuroo on the edge of the court and you jumped back into action.

The box filled with the drink canteens dug painfully into your hip as you shuffled to where the sweaty players were gathered. In your peripheral vision, you saw a flash of white dart forward and what sounded like the start of your name being yelled before Kuroo sauntered over and grabbed the heavy box from your grip. Normally, you would have spat at him that you could manage. Instead, you gladly handed the crate over your arms feeling both weak and heavy simultaneously.

“You okay?” The Alpha asked, worry flitting through his face as he took your flushed appearance in and how you leant on him slightly. His eyes did a quick sweep over the gym to see if there were any Alphas loitering- there had been a few occasions where a knit of brave, or dumb, Alphas had turned up during practice to flirt with the Omegas on the team- but stopped at the pouting Bokuto. Akaashi was holding the back of his shirt to stop him from doing whatever the captain wanted to do. Judging by how his body was tilted in your direction, Kuroo assumed the Alpha was jealous of how close you were standing to him. Kuroo didn’t take it to heart that Bokuto, in his obvious attraction towards you, thought of him as a rival even though Kuroo had his own mate. He was an Alpha too and occasionally found himself growling low when he saw another Alpha near Kenma.

“I…I feel a bit faint,” you muttered, bringing his attention back to you. Frowning and handing the drink box to his Beta, Kai, he brought the back of his hand to your forehead and felt your temperature.

“You’ve got a bit of a fever,” Kuroo muttered, hand sweeping to check your cheeks. There was a loud shout and the sound of heavy footsteps before Bokuto was next to you.

“Are you okay, (Name)-chan? Do you need to go to the infirmary?” The captain bombarded you with questions, fretting over your weak body. By this point, most of the team members had noticed your situation and were looking in your direction, Bokuto’s loud voice not helping. Your cheeks just burnt more at the extra attention.

“I’m f-fine, Bo-kun.” You didn’t see how he lit up at the nickname, chest puffing out instinctively. “It’s probably because I haven’t had much to eat, I left my lunch at home,” you sheepishly admitted. Immediately, you heard the chirping sounds of several Alphas, an instinctive response to situations where harm could or had occurred to an Omega- the team still teased Lev over the time he had spent five minutes chirping and cuddling Yaku when his mate had gotten a paper cut.

“(Name)-chan, that’s bad for your health,” Kuroo gently chided. Seeing that the teams were beginning to get agitated from sensing an Omega in distress, Kuroo ordered Kai to lead Nekoma’s team back onto court whilst he dealt with you, hoping that the Fukurōdani team would follow suit. Thankfully, the males fell back into place on court though Bokuto remained by your side, waving off his teammates’ questions.

Kuroo led you to the locker rooms, knowing you wouldn’t be a fan of the attention. It was an indicator as to how out of it you were when you didn’t protest as Bokuto’s arm wrapped around your waist to help support you. You leaning into the other captain’s touch had the messy haired male raising his eyebrow but not saying anything. Kuroo instead focused on rummaging through his locker to find the spare snacks he kept there. You laid on the floor, half of your body on Bokuto as he propped you up whilst leaning his back on the wall. When Kuroo turned back, brandishing the packaged food, he noticed the white with black and gold striped jacket that your lower half was sat on; he couldn’t help but smirk at how the other Alpha’s attempts to keep you as comfortable and off the cold, hard ground as possible.

“Here, (Name)-chan, I’ve got some food. You should’ve told me about your lack of lunch, I’d have happily shared my bento,” Kuroo gently scolded. Bokuto growled deep in his chest, arms flexing around you to pull your back closer to his chest at Kuroo’s words. Even in jest, it was a bad idea to insult the mate of an Alpha, or an Omega as Kuroo came to find out when Kenma jumped onto a female Beta for insulting his mate’s unruly hair.

Kuroo opened the wrapper to prevent a fight. A conflict with his friend was not going to help you at all. As his Alpha was howling at him to help an Omega in distress, one, who though not his mate, was a member of his Pack, Kuroo didn’t think before he held the dry cracker up to your lips.

Before your lips could even open to accept the food, a hiss came from Bokuto, his eyes almost glowing in the state he was.

“Bo! She needs food, calm yourself!” Kuroo snapped at his friend. He could see your body respond to the aggression that was coming from the two males. The feline captain knew that Bo wanted you to be his mate but had thought that, since you were in his Pack, the other Alpha would be respectful enough to let Kuroo help you. At the very least, he had assumed that Bokuto would swallow his instincts if only to make you feel better quicker.

A whimper left your lips, your eyes scrunching at the fire that was flooding through your body. Immediately, you had both Alphas’ attention on. You wiggled in Bokuto’s lap, the male groaning at the feeling as your weak hands tried to pull off your tracksuit jacket. A more pathetic whine fell from your lips when you were unable to pull the zip down. The Alpha you were in the arms of being to cluck to comfort you.

“Off, puh-lease,” you moaned out, just having enough function over your hands to tug on your jacket. Instantly, Bokuto was unzipping the clothing but stilled when the zipper was almost at the end.

“Are you sure, (Name)-chan?” He asked, uncertainty dancing through his eyes. Even now, he didn’t want to take advantage of you. You nodded your head violently, regretting it when the action made the room swim. With as much care as he could, Bokuto took off the offending material. The moan you let out once the air met your flushed skin had both males blushing. Deciding that just having your jacket off wasn’t enough to cool you down, you pulled your black undertop as high as possible, the edges of your bra just peeking out. Bokuto swallowed and forced his gaze away from your stunning body

The owl-like captain clenched his jaws shut, eyes scrunched closed as he tried his hardest to reign his inner Alpha in. He didn’t understand why he was responding so intensely to Kuroo or you; he had been around you many times before and had had to witness your Pack cuddle you but had learnt to restrain himself. The saccharine scent that wafted into his nose had Bokuto’s eyes flying open. From your previous year testing out Suppressants, he had become accustomed to your lavender scent, though it had become diluted from your medicine. But now, it was a lot stronger than he had ever smelt.

“I… I think she’s… she’s in Heat,” Bokuto informed Kuroo.

“That’s impossible, she’s on Suppressants,” Kuroo told him, staring only at your flushed form. You had a light sheen of sweat on the skin bared to the air and you were panting. Heat would also explain your sudden spike in temperature. “Unless…. Shit!”

“What?” Bokuto asked, cradling you as gently as he could and cooing down at you when you whimpered in pain. Without thinking, one of his large hands slid over your shirt to rest on your right side, rubbing circles into the flesh. It calmed you down, your eyes sliding closed and your body turned to lay chest to chest with Bokuto.

“Her apartment got flooded last week, she had to vacate it. (Name)-chan forgot to pack her Suppressants. She told us she was going to go back and get them yesterday but obviously she wasn’t able to,” Kuroo spoke softly, taking your appearance in. He ignored Bokuto’s warning grumble, the male stroking your head to try and ease your pain. “Stop breathing her scent in!”

“I can’t help it!” Bokuto whined, nose pressed into the crown of your head. “She smells so good.”

Kuroo sighed, hand brushing through his black hair as he tried thinking of something. From the brief glimpse he had got, your pupils were extremely dilated and you had stopped responding to them in anything other than monosyllabic noises or through your body.

“Did she come into school in Pre-Heat?” Bokuto’s voice was almost feral as he pictured all the Alphas leering at you. You mewled in his arms, worming your face into the crook of his neck.

“Bo, you really need to try and control yourself, she’s mainly reacting to you.” As he was already mated and your Pack Leader, your body was, at the bare minimum, not reacting to his Alpha scent. If your sudden Heat got too bad, you might start actively rejecting him since he wasn’t a viable Heat Mate.

A Heat, or Rut, Mate was typically an Alpha or Omega that stayed with another Omega or Alpha, helping them with their Heat/Rut but wasn’t their actual Mate. Heat/Rut Mates were becoming increasingly more popular, especially to the younger generations, as society changed with its civillisation’s evolving perceptions of Alphas and Omegas. This allowed Omegas and Alphas to not go through as many Heats/Ruts in as much pain without having to first find their Mate.

“Does she have a Rut Mate?” Bokuto wheezed out. The look on his face betrayed his fear that you did have someone to help you through this intimate time. Kuroo knew that, if you did, Bokuto would let you go to them even if it would pain him.

“No,” Kuroo shook his head, eyes wandering around the room. Thankfully, all the doors and windows were shut so your scent would remain locked in the changing rooms for about another half hour.

“We’re gun’ hafta��. Hafta move her to a… Heat Room,” Bokuto grunted out, losing himself to your enticing scent. Heat Rooms were rooms found in almost all buildings from schools, workplaces and even in some shops which were completely sound and scent proof with locks on either side to prevent Alphas, or Omegas if it was a Rut Room, from getting in and mating with the in-Heat Omega or in-Rut Alphas.

“There’s one on the other side of the sports field,” Kuroo told him. He stood up to peer out the window. “I can’t see any Alphas out there so I think her scent has been contained so far.” He moved towards you but halted when Bokuto growled a warning at him, eyes flashing. By now your slick had made your pants completely wet, your skirt dampening as your body continued to produce it, the short material not fully hiding the sweet smelling fluids that had stuck to the back of your thighs.

“Did you hear that, sweet ‘Mega, we’re gunna… get you to a…a Heat Room,” Bokuto whispered to you, still struggling to control himself with your scent rolling over him. He trailed a hand fervently along your cheek, heart swelling when you turned your face to nuzzle into it, eyes opening to stare up into his.

“Alpha…please,” you begged, rubbing your thighs together to try and quench the need you felt. Kuroo turned, reaching out to you in order to take you from his friend to carry you to Nekoma’s Heat Room. To his surprise, he saw you extend your arms in Bokuto’s direction.

Although it wasn’t under the best circumstances, Kuroo knew that this could be the push you two needed to get together. He forced his Alpha down, the animal inside of him ordering him to go and protect an Omega in his Pack, and turned to stare down at Bokuto. “She’s chosen you.” He hoped that Bokuto would understand what Kuroo was implying but by the grim determination that flitted through his face had Kuroo almost growling. Whilst it was admirable that Bokuto was silencing his Alpha and the black haired male knew that he could trust the other to get you safely to the Heat Room, Kuroo was sure that Bokuto would resist all your temptations and it would end with you two dancing around each other once again.

With little effort, Bokuto scooped you up, his arms also picking up his jacket that you had been sat on. Without even looking at it fully, he could tell it was sodden with your slick. Once you were securely tucked into his chest, the Alpha sending a small cluck to tell you it was all going to be okay, he strode out of the room. The feeling of the sun’s rays directly on your skin had a quiet whine falling from your lips. Bokuto hushed you, maneuvering you so that he held you with one arm, freeing his other hand so he could pull your top down and his sports jacket around your arms to protect you from the additional heat.

You don’t really pay attention to the walk to the Heat Room; there might have been a time or two where the Alpha carrying you stopped and growled at something or someone but you weren’t fully conscious of his actions. By the time he had reached the small building which would secure the Omegas and Alphas, you had begun to beg under your breath for him to take you. Him gripping the flesh of your legs and sides was the only response he gave you to your pleas.

The Beta nurse stationed at the Heat/Rut Room jumped up from the desk and took charge, ordering Bokuto to place you into one of the free rooms. He swiftly moved around your sweating figure, checking your vitals and asking questions to the Alpha that stood by your side, hand holding yours as he answered to the best of his ability. He watched on as the nurse managed to coax you to drink a full bottle of water and take a few bites of a Heat Bar- snacks packed with as much nutrients as possible to help an Omega through their Heat. When he deemed you as stable as he could get you to be, the Nurse moved to the entrance of the room, gesturing for Bokuto to follow him. The ace did so unwillingly, keeping his hand wrapped around yours for as long as possible. When you made a noise of protest, he stopped and pressed a kiss to the back of your knuckles, promising to be by your side as quickly as possible.

“You’ll have to get her to drink a full bottle of water once every thirty minutes. A Heat Bar should be consumed about once an hour. From what I’ve gathered, this is just a Flash Heat- normally when an Omega suddenly goes off their Suppressants they can get a Flash Heat. It’s not an actual Heat as it doesn’t last as long and while it does have similar symptoms, they’re not to the extremes that an actual Heat can produce.” The Nurse didn’t give Bokuto any time to respond, leaving the Alpha to stand there and nod dumbly. “I’m assuming that you’re on Rut Suppressors; you’re under twenty, so your sperm isn’t potent but use these anyways,” the Nurse thrusted a handful of condoms into Bokuto’s arms, ones specially designed to accommodate an Alpha’s knot. “I would predict her Flash-Heat should end in probably three or four hours so you won’t have to spend the night here. Just make sure she’s as hydrated as possible and also be ready to explain this when her Flash Heat does end, she’s probably going to be very disorientated.” The Nurse looked at Bokuto, an eyebrow raised when the Alpha made no move to go to the Omega in the room. “Aren’t you going to tend to your Mate?”

“Ah, no, I’m not her Mate!” Bokuto yelped. “Not that I wouldn’t want to be her mate, I’d love to be her Mate, but she’s not mine.”

“Right. Look, there’s an Omega in a Flash Heat in that room who is quite clearly calling for you. Her symptoms are pretty extreme for a Flash Heat, the only reason why this one so closely resembles an actual Heat is because her Mate must have been around her.” The Nurse nudged Bokuto towards the room, nodding at the unsure Alpha. With a final explanation on how to lock the door from the inside, the nurse closed the door.

The strong scent of the forest and mint had your eyes opening to see Bokuto at the foot of your bed. Everything the nurse had done to stabilise you had worked and you were more coherent; if you wanted to, you could just spend the entire time just wrapped in the Alpha’s arms as his scent would be enough to keep you settled. The Nurse had advised it would be best to mate with him at least once to flush the Heat completely out of your system. Recollections of him looking after you came back to you and, as your Omega preened at how such a strong Alpha had helped you when you were unable to look after yourself, you knew you couldn’t deny her any longer. Just seeing Bokuto there had slick dripping from your hole. You saw how the Alpha gulped as you opened your legs, allowing the scent of slick to spread to him.

“(N-Name)-chan,” Bokuto began, eyes never leaving the wet spot on your pants.

“Please, Alpha,” you begged. “Need you.”

In a trance, Bokuto walked over, his hand trailing softly along the skin of your leg as he climbed onto the bed and knelt over you. The skin where he had traced both cooled at his touch but was also set alight at the Alpha’s caress. Your thighs fall open to give him more room yet Bokuto’s hands remained fisted in the bed sheets on either side of your hips.

“Tell me if you want me to stop, ‘Mega,” Bokuto breathed quietly, licking his lips as he saw how his voice affected you.

“Please don’t. Never stop, my Alpha.” The words broke through his restraints and the captain closed the gap between your lips. Your lips met in a frenzied manner, lips parting to let his tongue into your mouth. Your hands moved up his chest to tangle into his hair to pull him even closer. A growl left Bokuto’s lips as he dominated the kiss, drawing back to pepper kisses down your jaw. When his lips came to where your neck met your shoulder, Bokuto began to kiss the area, dragging his sharp teeth over the skin to leave it marked and you keening. As much as he wanted to, he wasn’t going to claim you fully with a Mating Bite when you were in the middle of a Heat.

“Wish we could be d-doing this under better c-circumstances,” Bokuto told you, hands never stopping roaming your curves as if to reassure him that this was really happening.

Urgently, you tugged at the white hair at the base of his neck to guide him back up to your lips. Your tongues met in a dance of passion and when Bokuto pulled back, your teeth nipped his bottom lip to show your displeasure.

“Now, now, pretty Omega, behave,” Bokuto ordered, large hands squeezing your hips to drive his point across. You were unable to prevent your hips from bucking against him, your clothed arousal rubbing over the tent in his shorts and forcing a feral growl from him.

“You smell so fucking good,” Bokuto praised, words pouring out of his lips now that he no longer had to fight against his Alpha instincts. His hands pulled your shirt off of you, taking a few seconds to understand how your bra unhooked before it was sent flying to the floor in a similar fashion to your top. Immediately, his hands were cupping your breasts, pressing kisses to one nipple whilst his hand toyed with the other one. Bokuto’s calloused fingers had your head tossing back as he rolled your nipple between his volleyball-toughened fingers. At the sound of your gasp, Bokuto moved his head from where he was creating a hickey just below your left breast, directly over your heart, to ask you what was wrong.

“Sorry, my hands are really rough. I don’t want to hurt you,” the Alpha apologised, taking his hands off of your soft body to stare dejectedly at hands he deemed unworthy to touch you with. You grabbed them, bringing one to your breast and pushing the other one under your skirt.

“I want to feel your fingers on my clit and curling against my walls until I’m hoarse from screaming your name, Alpha,” you whispered against his lips. You were answered with an unhinged growl. Bokuto’s eyes began to glow gold as he stopped trying to control his Alpha instincts.

His face lowered to your neck and began to leave love bites from the column of your neck to your breast, heaving as you tried to regain your breath. The sharp pricks from his teeth and how his lips kissed the marks better, switching to sucking hickeys into your flesh every so often had loud moans falling from your lips. Desperately, your hands bunched the fabric of his shirt and tugged harshly on it, making it clear you want it off. Complying with your non-verbal command, Bokuto leant back long enough to rip the shirt off his chest before bending back down and placing a kiss on your right left collar bone in response to your whine at the sudden distance. Bokuto couldn’t help the slight huff of amusement as he saw how badly you needed him to be close to you.

Your breath hitched when you felt the Alpha’s finger press against the damp spot on your pants. The spike of pleasure as his hands brushed your clit had your fingers dragged down his broad back, fingernails leaving pink lines on the skin. Bokuto growled in his chest as he felt how wet you were from his ministrations.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” Bokuto cursed as he felt your arousal.

“Please, touch me,” you begged him, fingers curling into his biceps.

“I am touching you,” Bokuto smirked, pressing a quick kiss on your lips.

“Don’t tease me, not like Kuroo-kun.” Saying the other Alpha’s name was a mistake as the Fukurōdani’s captain ripped your pants off and threw them over his shoulder. Your cry of his name turned into a moan as two of his fingers immediately went to circling your swollen clit. The pleasure had your eyes rolling back and offering your hips up for more. Bokuto pressed his fingers down, gathering your slick in his fingers then pulled his hand away; he hushed you gently when you let out a whine of displeasure but was busy staring at his fingers that were spread apart, your slick clinging to his fingers.

“Look at this, so wet, ‘Mega. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” You moaned at his promise and wrapped your legs around his waist to try and persuade him to hurry up.

“Patience, (Name)-chan,” Bokuto chided. He sighed then added, “I really want to go down on you, oh, what a sight you’d be as I eat you out- your thighs tight around my head and my arms pinning your hips down onto the bed so I can pleasure you how you deserve.” You felt even more slick gush out of your needy hole at his words. “But, more than anything, I want you to feel better so we’ll leave that ‘till after you’re out of this Heat, how about that?”

Before you could answer him, Bokuto pushed two thoroughly slick-covered fingers into your pussy. You both groaned as he began to pump his fingers in and out, curling his fingers so the pads massaged that spot that had your thighs shaking. Cautiously, he added a third finger, keeping his eyes on your face to know if you were in pain. When you only wiggled your hips to encourage him to continue, he began to move them in and out again to make sure you were properly ready for his cock.

“Alpha, p-please, need your knot,” you babbled, nails scratching from his shoulders to his elbows at the pleasure. Thankfully, Bokuto just wanted to make you happy so quickly complied. Within a few seconds he had shimmied your skirt down to your ankles and guided you to turn over onto your hands and knees into the Mating Position. After a few seconds of nothing, you swivelled your head to see him pulling his shirt over his broad shoulders and push his shorts down enough to free his erection. One of his big hands traced up your thigh, taking a second to grab one of your butt-cheeks in his hands, rumbling at how it fit perfectly in his hand. The non-verbal praise had you blushing and bending your spine to push your ass into the air more. When nothing else happened, the Alpha lost in a daze as he admired your pose, you wiggled your hips to make him move. A second later, his hand came down to softly spank your rear, though with not nearly the same power as his spikes as he didn’t want to hurt his Mate, telling you to behave.

“(Name)-chan, one last time. Do you want this to happen?”

“Yes, Bo-kun, I want you, wanted you for the longest time. Please, please give me your knot- I need it, please.” The Alpha scrambled to rip open the condom package and pulled it over his hard dick, cutting off your pleas as he pushed his length into you. Your head dipped back as you finally felt full, Bokuto pressing his forehead against your shoulder blades, similarly affected. Bokuto stayed still for a few moments, wanting for you to be fully adjusted to his size and girth before he started to really move.

“Ready?” The white-haired male asked as he brought his right hand closer to your own hand spread out on the bed sheet. Bokuto slid his fingers between yours to give you something to hold onto. Your hand latched onto his, giving it a quick squeeze.

“Yes, Alpha, I’m ready. Oh, and Bo? Don’t hold back.”

Bokuto pushed his head into the part of your neck that met your shoulder as he withdrew from your tight walls. When only the tip was still in your pussy, he slammed back in. You groaned as you felt the pleasure race through your veins at how he stretched you out perfectly. Bokuto began to speed up his pace, the animal inside of him caring little to draw it out or make it more romantic. The sounds of skin slapping against each other quickly filled the air as Bokut continued to slam into you; each time, the tip of his cock brushed against the spongy tissue that had your shaking arms soon unable to hold you up properly.

Unable to keep your top half up your stomach fell onto the bed, deepening the arch of your back.

Bokuto moved his hands to hold your waist, the two being large enough to wrap around the majority of your frame, and held you up with his muscles. Somewhere distant in your mind, you pouted at being unable to scratch your nails down his back but you didn’t dwell too much on it as Bokuto continued to fuck the Flash Heat out of you. Putting his weight on one hand, the ace moved his free hand to rub figures of eight on your neglected clit. Your hands curled into the sheet as you felt yourself rapidly approach your high, the swelling of Bokuto’s knot helping you reach your end. Your thighs spread out more, your back bowing further as you threw your head back from the pleasure coursing through your system.

“Alpha… Alpha please, g-gunna cum,” you wailed a warning.

“Cum on my dick, ‘Mega,” Bokuto panted, licking a strip of flesh from your neck to the back of your ear. Your entire neck was turning purple from the amount of marks he had pressed into the flesh, the sight making the Alpha preen and his knot swell.

When the Alpha raked his teeth down the right side of your neck, you came with a shout, your Heat having enhanced everything by a hundred. Feeling your walls clench around him had Bokuto roaring and coming undone, his knot catching on the rim of your pussy and tying him to you. The Omega in you whined at how you couldn’t feel his cum spurt deep inside of you but just the feel of his knot expanding had you purring.

You started when you felt a tongue lave over some of the bites on your necks, Bokuto beginning to groom you. A giggle left your lips as you tilted your head back into him, not used to this. The volleyballer grinned at how at ease you were, the Alpha in him also content. Bokuto wrapped his arms around you so he could gently manoeuvre the two of you into a laying position, doing his best not to tug at where the two of you were connected to not overstimulate you. Once on your sides, the captain reached to the bedside table where the Nurse had left a few bottles of water and snack bars. He twisted the lid off, your half-shut eyes greedily drinking in how his muscles flexed at the action. When he pressed the bottle to your lips, you gulped down the water, only realising then how parched your throat had become from the Mating. When it was half empty, you pulled it away and nudged it to Bokuto to drink. He finished it up and threw it into the bin near the room.

“How long will your knot last?” You asked, sighing as his muscular arms draped along your waist.

“Thirty minutes maybe.” You almost choked at how long it was- most knots lasted for fifteen minutes. For his to last so long showed just how strong an Alpha he was. “How are you feeling? Still feverish? Hungry?”

“I think the Flash Heat has gone, just you being near me was enough to drive most of it away,” you admitted, a hand absently trailing along the veins running along his forearm. The Alpha behind you nuzzled into the back of your neck.

“That’s good, I’m happy that you’re feeling better. Maybe after this we can go get ice cream… y’know, to replenish the lost calories.” You couldn’t help but giggle at how he was still not asking you. Replaying what Kuroo had told you earlier, you decided to just go for it.

“Bo-kun, after this is over, would you let me… Court you?”

“WHAT! NOO!” You cringed at his rejection but soon relaxed as he continued to shout. “I was supposed to be the one to ask you that! No the other way ‘round.”

“Bo-kun, do you want to Court me?” You asked with a giggle, interrupting his sulking moment. He instantly perked up, a massive grin on his face.

“I would be honoured to!” You smiled and leant in to press a chaste kiss on his lips.

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell the rest of them you were the one who popped the question.”

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Prompt: A party at a stranger’s house. A night of barhopping led here and the world had started tilting on its own hours ago. There is a constant tickle on the back of their neck. Their heart beats speed up.

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire // Modern!AU

Pairing/Characters: Isaac Newton x Reader // Mentions of some of the other guys

Summary: Isaac has a moment with his crush and at an all Hallows Eve dorm party of all places.

Warning(s): Couple swear words, alcohol

The walls thrummed with the pounding music that played from surrounding stereos, the vibrations against her back strangely comforting. The lights that swirled around the party room mixed and blurred and the world looked and felt like it was tilted to the right. People passed by her, most in pairs or groups of their friends, along with the odd loner, those by themselves and looking for a means of entertainment.

A little like her.

The night started out mundane, like many previous nights before. She’d leave to return back to her dorm room, work on any class assignments but ultimately receive a text from either Theo, Arthur or both, begging for her to come out for a drink out in the city. She’d refuse but ultimately get roped in, the promise of drinks being on them too much to pass up.

Late in the night, somewhere between shots, endless rants about life and work, plus the boisterous laughs and the three somehow stumbled their way into a nearby party. The usual bar they frequented wasn’t too far from the residential area, so it wasn’t really that difficult to get where they were now. Still, it was a little surprising to be in one loud place and then another of equal volume.

Taking a breath in the smell of humidity and booze filled her nostrils, but maybe that was just her she was smelling. A cold trickle of sweat ran down her neck, the coolness a stark contrast to the heat her skin gave off.

Amongst the mass of bodies she could barely make out her flirt of a friend, Arthur, over on the other side of the room, two women sliding up on either side of him. A ways away from him stood Theo, who also had a girl hanging off his arm, only he didn’t seem to enjoy the attention unlike the recently turned English major student.

The music might have drowned it out, but (Y/N) couldn’t help but scoff at the familiar happenings.

(E/C) eyes wandered around listlessly, searching for something that would spark her interest. The drinks table came into view, the thought of alcohol reminding her of the already present headache from all the other drinks she had earlier.

‘What the hell... why not. I’m already in deep’

The trek to the refreshments was a perilous one, (Y/N) having nearly fallen more times than she’d like to admit and she found herself sighing in relief when she finally made it. Filling the cliché red cup (- you’ve seen the movies) of whatever punch caught her attention, she took a hefty sip as her eyes roamed the room some more. That’s when they landed on him.

A sense of excitement spiked through her as she grabbed and filled yet another cup, striding over to a spot where the lights don’t quite reach and to someone leaning quietly against the wall. He was staring off into the crowd so he didn’t see her walk up, leading him to nearly jump out of his skin when she spoke up.

“Isaac right? From physics?” she asked, and the question as well caught him off guard, eyes wide as he looked behind him then back at her.

“Are you talking to me?”

“Who else?” she giggled, passing him the untouched cup she’s been holding. Reluctantly he took it, their fingers brushing and he could feel the heat rise to his cheeks. Had it not been for the raging lights perhaps she would have seen him in his flustered state, an event that would end in large scale embarrassment for him.

Isaac knew exactly who the woman that approached him was. She shared only one class with him and sat one seat to the right and two forward, close enough for him to hear her but too far to talk to. He’s watched, in a non-creepy way, how she asks for the more complicated material that’s available and has witnessed how she talks with such passion for science. Out of everyone in that seemingly large, boring lecture hall they shared, she was the only one that matched his love for the subject, maybe even understood it as well as he.

And in turn the smallest of crushes formed. Rather childish he told himself, but he couldn’t deny wanting to get to know her more, to talk day in and out about anything and everything under the sun regarding their shared subject.

“You know, I didn’t peg you as the kind to come to parties like these” she stated, leaning against the wall next to him while taking another sip of punch, and Isaac found himself doing the same despite not even remotely liking the stuff.

“My friend dragged me here...”

“What a coincidence, so did mine”

“So why aren’t you with them?”

“They buggered off the first chance they could. Yet I’m still watching out for them, if I don’t it’ll turn out like last time!'' She laughed, remembering the time that Arthur was left on the curb by a group of women, a shell shocked look accompanied by a scarlet red handprint on his face. Then there was Theo who was so drunk he was on the verge of tears just by his older brother lightly scolding him for drinking so much, a sight she shall remember for the rest of her life.

“So why did you choose to come over to me, you could have done literally anything else yet you chose to see me?” he asked before thinking, briefly wishing to slam his head against the wall. Use your head, she was left alone, she wanted company! But he refrained from acting out the rash action, especially after her response.

“Well, if I’m being honest you looked a little lonely and I... wanted to talk to you...” it was the alcohol talking, she knew that, yet she kept going. Sliding a little closer to him she stares right into his cherry blossom coloured eyes, the lights reflecting off the coloured orbs beautifully.

“But why? Why me, I’m not that special-” he began again, eyes cast down to his shoes.

“But you are!” she cut him off, “I’ve heard you talk in the halls and while your friends might not understand what you were saying I could. Hell, I’ve seen your notebook, and I think there are things you should bring to the table for people to see! Some of them are genuinely extraordinary!”

“H-how did you see my notebook?!” he gasped.

“You left it open one day after class and I happened to be passing your seat when I saw it.”

“W-well, that still doesn't change the fact you’re just saying all that because you feel sorry for me!”

“No...” she shook her head, voice barely audible above the blaring music and she leaned in closer, close enough that Isaac could feel the heat radiating off her.

For her that chill on her back made itself known once more, though it was always there to begin with and the air from passing strangers left a light breeze to pass over any exposed skin, a rush of heat happened through her entire body at the same time. What her drunken self was about to do was exhilarating, something that her sober self could only dream to do.

And as their heart beats picked up in speed, she ushered the words in a sweet, quiet voice, words that would set off a chain of events.

“I said all that because... I like you...smart, kind, cute” she smiled, all the moments these traits came through with him rushing through her mind.

Before Isaac could say anything a warmth emitted from his lips and it took a moment for him to realize that she was kissing him.

Not entirely sure where to put his hands, they hesitantly found a place to rest on her waist as he kissed her back, body pushed against the wall. Had the support not been there he may have fallen from an overload of emotion.

“(Y/N) where are you- ohoho! Now what do we have here~” the teasing voice of Arthur had her pulling away quicker than either would have liked.

“You have the worst timing ever Arthur you know that?” she glared at him, annoyed that he ruined the moment, yet it was something he paid no mind to as a devilish smirk spread across his face.

“No, I believe I have great timing if I'm able to see this kind of show!” he jested.

“What do you want?” she asked and Arthur composed himself somewhat.

“Theo and I are leaving and he told me to come fetch you else he abandons you here” turning he added something about how she should follow along quickly or that threat will become a reality. Before she left though, there was one thing she had to do.

“Do you want to try this? Us I mean?” Isaac gulped at the question, never in a million years thinking he’d get here of all places. But the rate his heart was racing and the quiver of his body had reminded him that, yes, this is real.

“Sure, can we talk tomorrow then?”

“Tomorrow” she nodded, turning and walking away with such ease you’d never know that she had lots to drink that night, or that internally she was screaming at having just proposed a date to the boy she’s liked since the first week of school.

The tingle on each of their lips lasted the whole night, just thinking of the act they shared had a rush of hot and cold shooting through them.

It seems that weird, unpredictable and mysterious things really do happen on the night of all Hallows Eve.

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ninnodesu · 4 years ago

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The New Matriarch, ch 6

AN: Okay, this chapter is A LOT better than chapter 5 in my opinion, hahah. I'm just churning out chapters right now during christmas break, it's great!

Again; Thank you sooo much for reading! It's so much fun seeing the statistics and see that people like my little story. <3 Oh! Regarding the name "Kit": This is mostly just a placeholder name, do not fear! It is still You/Reader friendly ;)

TW: None, really. Maybe some light mentions of bullying!

Thomas B. Hewitt.

Thomas was grumpier than usual today at work. When he’d arrived, his work station had been vandalized. There were snickers and giggles behind his back as he had to clean up his little corner of the slaughterhouse almost all morning. It was covered in trash. People had literally dumped at least one trash can all over his station, might’ve been two, even. Rotten food all over his bench, some stuck to his cleaver. Everyone thought it was hilarious to mess with the residence retard. It was one of those days. One of those days where he was - apparently - only at work as some kind of comical relief to lighten the mood of the otherwise gloomy workers, at least that’s what they had decided.

At one point the ones responsible for the mess he had to clean had even pushed one of the shy girls right into Thomas’ chest, making cat calls and whistling towards them as a way to mock both at the same time.

The girl because she was shy and cried easily, and Thomas because… well… he looked like he did.

He wasn’t able to properly start butchering until maybe an hour before lunch, his boss yelling at him a handful of times before that.

What did I ever do to any of you assholes… Not only did he have to clean up the entire morning, there wasn’t enough food at home so he couldn’t bring lunch… and his cleaver was getting dull. A mental note to bring it home the next day to sharpen it.

This. Was not. His. Day.

I just want to go ho- , his inner sentence was interrupted by a hard dunk on his back, knocking a bit of air out of him.

“Hewiiiitt!”, one of the several bullies he’s had comes up with two of his friends holding his arms out wide, they’re smirking.

So you did this.

“Did ya’ like our present, Hewitt?”, he nods towards the trash can and starts laughing, “We got it specially for you.”, he chuckles before continuing, “Oh, and, I hope you don’t mind I take Laurie for myself, since you uh… wouldn’t know what to do with’er even.” A barking laughter erupts from the three of them at the end of his jab against Thomas, making everything personal. The end of his sentence makes Thomas turn towards them and glare down through his dark curls. The men take a step back, they can probably literally feel how Thomas’ anger starts boiling as he straightens up and flexes his biceps towards them. A clear sign they’re starting to royally piss him off.

He would never use his strength to physically hurt people, but he does know how to make them leave him alone, at least for a short period of time, they know he could crush their skulls if he wanted to. And they never go into fist fights with the giant. All they do is emotionally drain him, they make him know he’s different, not like everyone else, and that he never will be. He’s the village dumb animal and that’s his only purpose in life.

They laugh nervously as he stares them down. “Haha, you really are an animal, Hewitt.”, they just laugh as they turn and leave him alone in the now empty slaughterhouse. He plants his hands flat on his table and glances over at all the parts he has left to cut up before he can leave without getting reprimanded by his boss the following day and sighs heavily.

I fucking hate all of you.

It’s dark out when he’s finally done with his work, thankfully, his dull cleaver made it so he could snag more pieces of rejected meat with him home. At least something good came out of this shitty day at work. More food for his - now - bigger family and he tried looking at that like a consolation prize as he lumbered home in the dark, letting his mind wander.

I want a name for her.

Even if he didn’t want to speak to her, he still wanted to give her a name until she could remember her own, she couldn’t walk around with no name in the house.

Sure, I’m not going to openly talk to her…

He cleared his throat at that as a reminder for himself that he still had vocal cords. He made a conscious choice not to speak several years ago. But on lonely nights, or when he was alone - and knew no one could hear him - in general, he hummed, or spoke to himself, thinking aloud or mumbled reminders for only him to hear, to make sure his vocal cords were still there. The two words he had spoken in the barn a few days back the most he had actually spoken in… months, maybe years. His family had gotten used to his body language and mannerisms when they talked to him.

I can alwa-, again, interrupted. But this time by a family of foxes running across the dirt road. He stopped and just stared at the bigger one as it stopped in the high grass in the ditch on the other side, looking over at a small collection of babies that sprinted across it after looking over at the giant in the distance.

He smiled as he figured out what to call her.

Kit.

He hummed slightly, picturing her in his mind. Her face, the kind eyes that always crinkled when she smiled at him or his family, trying out the new name to see if it would fit her face.

Yeah. Yeah, I like Kit.

He readjusted the bag he had thrown over his shoulder and kept trudging home through the night, a tired sigh leaving him as he started to see the outline of the big house in the distance.

The house was silent, obvious evidence that everyone else was asleep, so he made sure to walk as quietly as he could on his way to the stairs leading to the basement, snagging a few pieces of the leftovers and shoving them into his mouth on the way down to the damp and musty basement where the coolers were loudly brumming and vibrating. Alone, he seized the moment to talk to himself.

“Let’s see… ”. His voice was raspy, but deep, and vibrated throughout his body. He rummaged and rearranged in the freezer box to take out the packages whose date seemed to run out to put it on top of the ones he had brought today. “Pen… penpenpen… ”, almost having to turn the entire basement over to find the one he usually uses - and mentally punishing himself for never putting it in one specific place - he scribbles down today’s date before putting them in the bottom of the box. As he stands and stretches he’s greeted with a series of tired pops in his spine. “Getting old, Thomas. ”, he mumbles before lumbering over to his basement corner. Not having the energy to climb the stairs.

He just wanted to sleep. Unbuckling his mask he rubs his hands all over his dried cheeks to ease the blasted itching all over him before kicking off his boots and laying down on the creaky bed. A yawn that transcends into a small, deep moan escapes him as he tucks one arm under his pillow and the other reaches under his shirt to scratch a spot on his stomach. “Kit. ”, he says out loud to try it on his tongue. “Mmmh. Kit is good. ”, is the last sound that leaves the basement before his snoring takes over.

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You

You woke up in your bed, not really remembering when you went to sleep, but you decided to cuddle up a bit under your blanket before the morning heat reached your body and you had to force yourself up out of bed.

As usual, it was quiet in the house. “It’s really starting to get lonely here…”, you muttered to yourself as you descended the stairs. You were greeted by a few piglets running around in the kitchen as you entered.

A yellow paper struck you in the otherwise white and gray kitchen.

A note.

“Mornin’, dear. Breakfast is on the table.

Love

- Luda Mae.”

You looked up from the note and towards the table, and sure enough. There it was. A plate with a few sausages, a fried egg and a small piece of bread. You mentally thanked Luda Mae as you sat down, tucking a leg under yourself and started munching on your - now cold - breakfast while watching a few piglets running around. Occasionally you threw a piece of sausage at them which they happily ate. “I wonder why you live in here, piggies.”, you said to them as you downed the last of the meal. You hummed a bit at a thought before heading over to clean your plate and fork.

After drying your hands and putting the dishes away to dry on their own you turned on your heels and leaned back at the sink just looking around. “Now what…”, you giggled as you poked a pig with your feet and watched it twitch. “What should we do now, little guy?”

You sauntered away from the kitchen, into the dining room and just looked around. Taking in the homely - but not the cleanest - house you were in. You’ve never seen this before, never seen these people. But then again, maybe you weren’t even from around here… Everything before meeting Thomas in the barn was a blur, a darkness you really couldn’t remember. And right now, at this moment? You were happy you couldn’t remember anything. All you knew at this point was that you were relaxed.

You knew you’d been on the run, you remember the Box, but no details. Not your name, not where you came from, you knew an estimated age of yourself, but still no details.

You came from the darkness, yes, and Thomas was your light. Your beacon of hope.

Your venture took you into a room with a piano and a couch. You approached the piano and started tinkling on the keys, it was really out of tune and you couldn’t help but to laugh at how bad it sounded. But you shrugged and sat down in front of it and started poking the keys. Thinking you knew any kind of melody you could play, but it was fun nonetheless. After your solo concert you found yourself sitting in the grass outside, legs sprawled in front of you under a tree, the shirt you’d borrowed tickling slightly as a breeze caressed your skin and you closed your eyes. “This is nice.”, sure it was quiet, and sure you were lonely… and bored . But it was a relaxing kind of silence where you could lay in the grass if you wanted, take a nap on the porch if you felt like it. No stress and no need to live up to any expectations.

It isn’t until late afternoon that you finally notice the family starting to drop in. You’re on the couch in front of the TV lazily watching, not even paying attention to what is on when someone suddenly kicks the sofa. “Fuck you think you doin’?”, you jerk and look up at the grumpy man, Charlie, standing there with his hands on his hips shooting daggers at you. “Been home all day and not done anything ‘round the house.”, you don’t even get the chance to reply to him so you resort to shrinking in on yourself. “I uh…”, he interrupts you before you get any chance to defend yourself. “Listen here, girlie.”, he gets down low and right up in your face and grab it harshly to make sure you’re looking at him, “Mama might be treatin’ you good n'all, hell, she won’t stop talking ‘bout ya’”, he sneers and looks annoyed, “But you’re in my house, so you listen’ to my rules.”

His grip starts to loosen on you.

“So, ya’ see, honey. If you want to stay here, livin’ a good ass life, ya’ better do ya part, understand?” All you can do is nod weakly, after you do, he pats your cheek a little harder than he had to and gave you a tobacco smelling kiss on your forehead before he left. You mind starts hurting slightly, the treatment making something you can’t fully decipher before your eyes

You didn’t dare move off the couch after your meeting with Charlie. You kept your place on the couch until dinner was served. The other older man, Monty, had joined you, but you didn’t care. He didn’t care and acted like you weren’t even there. Dinner was just as uneventful, you all ate, but without Thomas. A knot started growing in your stomach when he wasn’t present, Charlie scared you already. And you had only been there for about three to four days. Barely talking to him, the few times you did meet him he shot you nasty glances. Eyes that traveled uncomfortably over your body.

After dinner was over and done with, Luda Mae invited you to have evening tea with her on the porch, and you, happy to accept, almost sprinted out to get away from mainly Charlie. He didn’t seem to dare say or do anything against you when Luda Mae was in ear shot.

Your house my ass... , you thought when you’d notice that small detail.

So, here you were having a cozy evening with at least one you enjoyed spending time with.

“You seem tense, darlin’”, she spoke up from her crocheting and glanced at you. “Is everything alright?” You looked over at her and gave a crooked smile. “I’m… I’m alright. It’s just…”, you shook your head and proceeded to rest your chin on your hand. “Can I ask you something, miss Mae?”, you tilted your head. “Mmhm.”, she hummed as she went back to her crocheting, the tone of her voice seemingly knowing what you were about to ask about.

Thomas.

The two of you ended up talking about Thomas for several hours. Luda Mae told you she found him in a dumpster outside the very slaughterhouse he works in, how he from an early age suffered from a skin disease they couldn’t afford to treat due to her and her family already living on the verge of poverty. She told you he was heavily bullied in school, and when he was around twelve left it altogether. Charlie helped him get a job at the slaughterhouse and that’s where he’s been since. He’s a gentle giant to the ones he considers family, he’s strong but never abuses his power.

“So, uhm… is there any specific reason he doesn’t speak?” She folded her hands in her lap and sighed heavily at that question, she had been teary eyed all through Thomas’ story, but now it seemed they started falling. “Due to him takin’ a knife to his face it hurt him too much to speak, and even eat. He stopped eating for a long time. He utters a word sometimes, but… that’s it.”, her voice trembled and she took a deep breath to continue, “My poor boy stopped talking completely when he was around… fifteen. And I haven’t talked to him since then.” You did the numbers in silence before gasping slightly “He hasn’t talked for nineteen years?”, she shook her head slightly. “I do miss talkin’ to him. He always did have the best laugh I’ve ever heard.”, she smiled to you. “Ya’ know the deep, rumbling kind, I remember him always laughing until he folded over.” You giggled slightly at that, picturing Thomas folded over in a deep laugh with his arms clutching his stomach.

It was a lovely image.

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fierysafrina · 4 years ago

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Heat | Obey Me!

Fandom: Obey Me! Rating: General Word Count: 3.200 Genre: Comedy | Slice of Life Summary: You’ve never been fond of summers, less alone the heat. Spending it in Devildom, your hatred towards it reaches a whole new level. Notes: I’m dying of the heat here. Thank god we had rain, but even then I’m not fond of the summer, so I can’t wait for autumn and winter to arrive. Then again it’s already July here, huh … who would've thought…

Laying on your bed, you stare at the ceiling above. Everything is quiet. Too quiet. But you don’t have it in yourself to care about it right now. No. At the moment you care about nothing but the heat and drops of sweat that you feel on your forehead and it’s only 6 in the morning.

Your phone goes off and you groan. You don’t move—refuse to move, because moving means warming up and warming up means more heat. No. Not today.

A couple of minutes pass before your phone goes off once again. This time someone’s calling and with great reluctance, you decide to check who it is. Your mood immediately worsens, seeing Lucifer’s name and you wonder if he feels when you’re having a rough time just to make everything worse.

Letting out a sigh, you know if you don’t pick up, he’ll give you work and in this heat, you certainly don’t want that. You’re already melting and you’re only lying in your bed. “Yes?” you answer in a monotone voice.

“Ah, you’re already awake I see.” Lucifer muses and you roll with your eyes, obviously teasing you for those times you slept in. “And here I wondered if you'd still be sleeping since it’s weekend.” He teases you and you can’t hide the groan that escapes you. He laughs on the other side, but a smile soon betrays you. He always seems to find a moment to tease you.

“Why in the whole wide universe are you calling me at 6?” you ask, slight annoyance spotted in your voice.

“We’re having a meeting in an hour. Get ready and come down on breakfast.”

“What?” you murmur before your eyes grow wide. “No! Why?!” you sit up.

“What do you mean why? It’s Saturday and as far as I know, Diavolo said there’ll be a meeting on Saturday once a month with the exchange students.”

“No!” you groan and lay back down, trashing your feet like a child. “I refuse! I don’t wanna go! It’s hot! I’m literally melting as we speak.”

Lucifer sighs and you can hear him shaking his head. “Which is why we’re having it early in the morning.”

Closing your eyes, you groan before you sigh. “Do I have to?”

“Yes.” Was his simple answer that made you curse under your breath. “We’ll wait for you here. Get ready and come down into the dining hall.”

You click with your tongue and throw the phone on your bed, ignoring it. Closing your eyes, you find yourself laying on a blanket under a tree. There’s a soft breeze that makes the heat just a bit more bearable. There’s laughter from people and children and you smile to yourself, enjoying the peace.

It's short-lived, for the next moment the door bursts open and before you realize you’re being thrown over a shoulder as the demon in question runs out.

“Mammon!” you glare at the demon, already wiggling and trashing only to be stopped by his hands on your hips, stilling you completely. “What’s the meaning of this?” you demand.

“Talk to Lucifer!” Mammon snaps and you sigh. “He called ya thirty minutes ago!”

“What?” you’re confused. “I just talked to him.”

“It’s already half past 6, idiot.” Mammon groans. “Ya really don’ wanna leave Lucifer hanging more than ya already do, do ya?”

At that you grow limp and let him carry you. You can feel the warm breeze the moment you leave the House of Lamentation, but you don’t ask Mammon to let you down. You’re not in the mood to walk to the academy, but you feel slightly bad for letting him carry you. No one’s outside at such hour either way, so you don’t mind if anyone sees you like this. And it doesn’t seem like Mammon cares either as he’s mumbling under his breath to reach the academy quickly. Quietly you wonder why he doesn’t use his wings instead. You’d definitely be at your destination much quicker.

Only when you reach the academy, Mammon lets you down and you cross your arms with a huff. You turn your head away, refusing to meet his gaze that baffles him and wonders what the hell he's doing wrong. You look down at your pyjamas, which consists of shorts and a top—thank god you put on shorts the night before even if you’re used to sleeping only in top—, before you sigh.

“You could’ve let me change at least…” you murmur under your breath.

“And risk Lucifer’s wrath? Nah thanks.” Mammon answers and quickly adds; “Not that I’m scared of him! I just don’t wanna do more work than needed!” Then after a moment; “Ya wore this inside the House a lot too, so it’s fine. It’s just us…”

You chuckle and shake with your head as the two of you walk inside. “Is it always so hot here?”

“Today’s one of the colder days.”

“Colder?!” you hiss, glaring at him. “This is cold for you? I’m melting!”

Mammon stares at you for a moment before he bursts into laughter. Your glare intensifies, but you don’t have it in yourself to shut him up. Messing with your hair, you groan when you spot the two angels and a sorcerer walking in front of you. At the sound of Mammon’s laughter, the three turn around and smile when they spot you.

“Solomon!” you cry out, knowing that he’ll more than agree with you. He raises an eyebrow as he waits for you to rush to his side, smiling softly. “Can you tell Mammon that it’s abnormally hot?”

He chuckles and messes your hair and you wonder what’s with everyone and your hair. “It is rather hot, isn’t it?” he muses.

Only then you take his whole appearance in. He’s wearing his usual clothes that consists of black long-sleeved shirt with a mock turtleneck, black pants and a cape. You scowl at him, taking a couple of steps back to Mammon.

“I should’ve known.” You put your hand over your mouth, disbelief on your face. “You betrayed me; a fellow human! We should be sticking together, but you’re sticking with the rest! I do not know who you are.”

Amusement is clear in his eyes and before he can say anything, Barbatos approaches you, speaking: “Everyone’s already waiting.” Then his eyes are on you. “I’ve prepared some ice tea to cool down.”

You smile at that and walk to his side. “I can’t wait to drink something cold.” A pout grows on your lips. “Why does Devildom have to be so hot this time? Why can’t the exchange program happen in winter instead? I’d rather be cold than hot and unable to move.”

Barbatos, Solomon and Simeon chuckle as you walk towards the hall. A shiver runs down your spine just when you stop outside the hall and you can already hear Lucifer scolding you when you look down at your clothes. The demons certainly know the set was also your pyjama, but the rest don’t, so you hope the oldest brother won’t say anything about it. But knowing Lucifer… You shudder just thinking about it.

Much to your surprise, when you walk into the hall, it’s surprisingly chilly. Not to the point you’d need long sleeves or trousers, but just enough to make you shiver at first. You don’t mind it much, as a matter of fact you’re quite fond of the coldness that you completely miss the baffled look Lucifer is sending you. He soon composes himself when Diavolo greets everyone as you take your seats.

You’re suddenly motivated to lean down on the table, but decide against it, knowing you’ll get scolded. Although you don’t miss Diavolo looking at you once in a while, amusement quite visible both in his eyes and on his face. You only shrug when Asmodeus asks you what you’ve done to receive such reactions and you really don’t know. Perhaps it’s due to clothes you wear or how you almost slept in, or maybe it’s because of how you’re not joining in the conversations and think of all those hills and mountains you could visit back home in this heat instead.

“So,” Diavolo’s voice raises just a bit, waking you from your daydreaming. “I have an important question for exchange students.” He says and looks from one to another until his eyes fall on you last. You’re curious what he wants to ask, but for some reason you already have a hunch what this is about. “How do you find Devildom so far? Is it to your liking? Are the classes hard?”

You glance at Lucifer, who’s writing something down before you look at Barbatos, who’s smiling, like he’s expecting something to happen. You narrow your eyebrows and turn to Satan, who’s the closest to the ice tea and ask him if he can hand you some. He does so without reluctance and you smile at him in thanks. You take a sip as you listen to Diavolo’s questions and the moment he stops you raise your hand.

“Ah, [Name].” Diavolo acknowledges you. “You didn’t have to raise your hand, we’re not in class.”

All eyes turn to you. You hear Belphegor snort beside Mammon, who’s sitting beside you, while the latter is suddenly, for some reason, very nervous. Leviathan, Satan and Asmodeus watch you intrigued and in wonder while Beelzebub is quietly sipping on his ice tea. Solomon and Simeon are already smiling, like they know what you’re about to say and Luke’s chiding Beelzebub, who was more than ready to go for another ice tea.

“Please,” Diavolo gestures to you to speak.

Lucifer stops writing, his eyes focusing on you, waiting.

“Thank you, Lord Diavolo.” If you already begin, it’s good to be polite, right? You didn’t really want to be on a bad end with Lucifer regarding etiquette. It was already enough for Mammon correcting you whenever you two met with the Prince and talked to him like you were his friend. You put ice tea on the table and cross your fingers, like you’re suddenly preparing for a debate of the century.

“Before I begin, I’d like to thank Barbatos for making the most delicious ice tea I’ve ever tasted.” You begin and beam at Barbatos, who’s taking it with a shy nod, his cheeks dusted with redness. “It’s neither too sweet or unsweet, just … perfect.” You make an OK sign that makes Asmodeus and Satan laugh while Beelzebub and Luke are nodding in agreement. You see Lucifer resisting to facepalm, but you don’t miss the tick mark that appears on his forehead. “Now on the matters regarding the exchange program;” you continue; “if I were to judge it from 0 to 10—” Lucifer is looking at you with expectation and for a moment you feel bad about it. Just for a moment; “—I’d give it -10.”

The silence that spreads is nothing compared to the sudden confusion that erupts from all sides.

“W-what?”

“I-I’m sorry, did I hear that correctly?”

“-10? Like … m-minus?!”

“Can you please elaborate?”

“Did I do something wrong?”

“Is it possible to get such a low grade when it isn’t even a possibility?”

The only one who’s not saying anything is Lucifer. But you’re more than sure that you’ve spiked his anger if the broken pen in his hand is any of a hint.

“Please,” Diavolo speaks over everyone and although hardly, the brothers calm down. “If you could please elaborate?” he looks at you with a smile.

“It’s hot.” You answer and the brothers are looking at you like you just grew another head.

“I beg your pardon?” Lucifer speaks. You’re not sure if he’s confused or upset at your reason.

“I get you’re used to this, I really do, but, I’m just a human. I mean, I’m literally the only normal human – if we ignore the angelic side of me – and I’m melting. I’m not used to such heat. Like, okay, up to 30 degrees Celsius I get, hell even that one is too much for me to handle. The best is 20, 25 tops. That’s at the moment the only bad thing and the reason why the grade is minus.” You cross your arms and lean back. “Everything’s still okay. Sure classes are hard sometimes, since it’s a subject I never had before, but it’s passable. Everyone’s helping me around too, so I don’t have anything else to add. But the heat. Can’t anyone do something about it? I’m going to melt sooner or later.”

There’s silence that stretches before Diavolo’s laughter fills the hall.

“It’s not a laughing matter!” you slam fist on table, but no one can find your reaction upsetting, less alone Lucifer, who shows clear confusion. “I refuse to go to classes! I refuse to move from bed unless someone carries me! I refuse to do anything! Summers are meant to spend in shades and in cold places!”

If no one knew you, they’d think you’re being serious. For a moment they even took everything seriously.

“I apologize for that,” Diavolo smiles. “If I knew this heat would be unbearable for a normal human, I’d definitely take it into consideration before.”

“Hey, now I take offense to that.” you’re pouting. “Suddenly I feel like you’re not taking me seriously.”

“Be assured we do.” The Prince says and looks at Lucifer. “Perhaps we should take a week off from classes? Make it a vacation?”

“I don’t see why we should.”

“Yes!” you interrupt the demon. “In some countries they spend two months off in summer! I agree! I don’t care if it’s a week or month or two, as long as I don’t have to struggle in this heat.” You turn to Lucifer. “Would you rather have me skip classes—not that I’d actually have a chance after I said it—and have low grades or would you rather see me work and be a competent student?” you cross your arms and raise an eyebrow, like you wanted to dare him to refuse the idea.

For a moment, Lucifer remains silent before he closes his eyes and sighs. “If the heat truly gets so much to you, I don’t see a reason why we shouldn’t take a day or two off.” A wide smile crosses your lips and just when you’re about to celebrate, he adds: “But this will be one chance only.”

“Eh?” you murmur, eyes staring at him. “Tch…” you click with your tongue and look away. You’re pouting, Diavolo is laughing while Beelzebub is handing you another ice tea that you happily accept. You beam at ice tea when an idea comes to you.

“No.” Lucifer denies you before you even have a chance to speak.

“You don’t even know what I wanted to say!” you oppose, pointing at him and forgetting about the etiquette you may have learned. Then again, who even cares about it when you’re upset. “Isn’t the council supposed to listen to others before making a decision?” you raise an eyebrow and a smirk grows on your lips when you see his hands twitch.

“First; I’m only the Vice President, no more.” He glares at you, but it doesn’t bother you. As a matter of fact, it almost makes you laugh at how easily he gets provoked when unnecessary. “For second, what do you want now?” he sighs and massages his temples, already feeling a headache coming.

“I forgot.” You answer with a shrug and smile ever so innocently when his elbow misses the desk when he tries to lean on it.

“Now, now,” Diavolo speaks, cutting in before Lucifer could go full demon on you.

His horns are already visible, and he’s glaring at you. You can see the brother shifting uncomfortably, even Satan, who usually remains expressionless, is looking at you in worry. Luke on the other side is sitting closer to Simeon, who, along with Solomon and Barbatos, find the situation quite amusing instead. Who would’ve thought that someone like you—a human with no special powers—could rile up the Avatar of Pride so easily.

“Why don’t we all calm down and perhaps [Name] can try to remember while we hear what the rest of exchange students want to say?” Diavolo is smiling, but the tension is clear and you can tell Diavolo wants you to calm down the moment he looks at you.

You do so, leaning back on the chair and sipping the ice tea you’re holding. You’re listening to what Solomon and Simeon are saying with Luke occasionally adding a thing or two, but you don’t miss the way Lucifer is tense. The corners of your lips turn into a smirk and he’s glaring at you, like he’s feeling it.

But then you begin to feel it before you realize it. When ice tea doesn’t sate your heat anymore, it’s only a matter of time before you grow restless. The fact that the meeting still hasn’t ended yet, is slightly growing on your nerves as well.

“Well then, why don’t we end it here for today?” Diavolo asks.

“What?” Lucifer is surprised, eyes wide as he looks at the Prince. “But we still must cover—”

“Now, now, Lucifer,” the Prince smiles. “While it’s true we still have things to cover, it won’t do us any good if not all of us are present.”

You pursue lips into a thin line, knowing he was looking after you. Even if the hall was chilly when you came in, it’s already warm and you feel sweat run down your back. The heat was growing and you didn’t like it. You narrow your eyebrows when you see Barbatos handing you another drink. You can’t bring yourself to thank him, but you still smile, although forcibly. It doesn’t sate the heat, but it’s better than nothing.

“Alright …” Lucifer sighs.

You let out a sigh of relief and watch as everyone stands up. Everyone except you. You remain sitting and no one seems to pay attention to it. Not even when they leave the hall, except for Barbatos, who is staring at you in worry.

“Are you alright?” Barbatos asks.

“Yes,” you nod, sighing quietly. “Just…not very fond of the heat. Never was.” Slowly standing on your feet, you groan, feeling uncomfortable in your own body.

“Why don’t you come to the Lord’s Castle later on?” Barbatos asks with a small smile. “I have bath salts for refreshment.”

“It’s alright,” You’re quick to refuse. “I wouldn’t like to impose on Lord Diavolo or you for that silly matter. All I need is get back to my room, do nothing and I’ll be perfectly fine by the evening.”

“While that may be the case in the human world, here summers get much hotter each day.”

You whine at that and sit back down, whimpering. “I hate summers the most. Do you think Lord Diavolo would refuse if I ask for permission to go to the beach?”

Barbatos caresses his chin, thinking. “I’m not sure, but there’s only one way for you to find out.” he smiles and it makes you grin. “Do keep in mind there’s also Lucifer.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll work it out with Lucifer.” you say determined.

#Obey Me Mammon #Obey Me Lucifer #Obey Me Leviathan #Obey Me Satan #Obey Me Asmodeus #Obey Me Beelzebub #Obey Me Belphegor #Obey Me Simeon #Obey Me Solomon #Obey Me Luke #Obey Me Barbatos #Obey Me Diavolo #Obey Me! shall we date #Obey Me fanfic #Obey Me oneshot #safrinawrites #oneshot

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if-found-return-to-gusu · 4 years ago

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New Years with Lan Zhan

The following week leading up to New Years was… tense. But not in the way it had been before. This tension…. It was.. Well it was certainly potent.

I was just… I was AWARE of him. I’d decided to hope and hoping ment I had to re-examine how I saw him. How I saw how he saw me, rather. Reading into his actions and words with a romantic lens is…. Well… The kind of tension it creates is not exactly kid-friendly, let’s just say.

…..

I wanted to jump him, okay? Jump his bones.

Constantly.

I wanted to kiss him. To hold him. To touch him. In every place. In every way.

Ya boi was thirsty okay. (Still am but whoo-boi that was a TENSE week.)

We kinda danced around each other. I was very aware of the fact that we had kissed on Christmas under the mistletoe and that I had almost kissed him again two other times since.

Whenever we were close… the urge was so strong. Remembering the taste of his lips makes me just want to lick mine as if I can find traces of it still there. And every time I do I KNOW his eyes follow the movement.

Does that mean he wants me to? Is he thinking about it too? Or is he just tracking movement like human eyes just do?

We agreed that our first kiss was a disaster and didn’t mean anything.

Was it possible… that he feels the same way I do about that? Because it didn’t mean nothing. It meant everything.

Even if I tried to make it mean nothing. Even if I tried to convince myself it was just a mistake. Not to be repeated. Heat of the moment. Wrong. Manipulative. Bad.

And it was.

But at the same time

Oh…

Even if I never should have done it. That kiss….

When did I get to be this selfish?

But maybe…. Selfish is okay.

Because Lan Zhan returned that kiss. And maybe it wasn’t just out of pity.

I mean I’ll never know. I’ll never be ABLE to know regarding that kiss. But that doesn’t mean I can’t know for… well…. Future kisses. If he wants them even half as much as I do.

Even if it’s just a casual attraction. I can deal with that. If he wants me in ANY capacity beyond friendship…. I mean I can work with that.

Right???

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It all came to a head on New Years Eve. Or… Well I guess just New Years. We’d decided to spend the holiday together at home.

All in all there isn’t much to say about the day leading up to ringing in the new year together. We decided to order in and have something delivered so we could be lazy and stay in our sweatpants all day. (Well I stayed in his sweatpants. I have a modest selection of clothes again now but nothing is more comfortable than stealing his. ((Also on that note, I’m still really kinda sad that I lost my sexy jeans. I haven’t been able to find anything that hugs my ass quite so well as those did. Shame.)))

We spent most of the day just sitting together on the couch and watching stuff. Streaming movies and trying out some episodes of new TV shows. We ate when we were hungry and munched when we weren’t.

We even found some of the left over face masks to wear while he started our nightly routine of rubbing ointment into my hands (which by then had already almost completely healed due to his care and attention). My hands are completely healed now he still rubs in the lotion every night. It’s something neither of us seem willing to end.

And… well… okay so… somehow. Don’t ask me how. But all day long I happened to find myself more often than not sitting er… in his lap.

Okay so it was on purpose. I sat on him as a ‘joke’ but then he slid his arms around my waist to hold me there and so… Well, I just stayed.

I tried to get off at one point saying his legs were probably getting numb but he just pulled me back on and told me to stay.

So what was I supposed to do? His arms stayed around me most of the night. And when his arms weren't around me, his hands were on my hips or arms instead. Always touching me somewhere. Sometimes when I’d laugh at something on the TV his grip would tighten. Other times, when I was relaxed against him, he’d let me nuzzle his neck and breathe him in. I couldn’t help myself. In those moments he’d stroke my back, tracing patterns into my skin over my shirt.

When it started to turn towards the evening I did finally get up. He let me after I promised I’d be back in just a moment. I hopped off to the kitchen. I’d bought a store of very low-alcohol content beverages. Lan Zhan and I had briefly talked at some point about trying this - seeing if we could find alcohol content low enough that he could enjoy getting tipsy without blacking out entirely. There were just things like Mikes Hard Lemonade or wine coolers and such. Very low content stuff. I tried to pick out things I thought he’d enjoy the flavor of.

He looked confused when I returned with arms-full of different drinks, but still came up to help me take some.I reminded him of our talk of experimenting and said how I thought this was the perfect opportunity to try.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to. If you’d rather not I’ll just drink these myself. But I thought it would be nice. Since you said you wanted to try to drink with me and these are very mild.”

He cut off my rambling with a hand to my cheek and a smile to my heart. He placed the bottles on the coffee table and selected something to start with. I grinned at him and opened up a bottle of my own Emperor’s Smile (always in supply gratitude of the ever-attentive Lan Zhan. Poor liquor store is gonna think he’s an alcoholic with how often he buys it. ….

Am I an alcoholic? I mean I don’t have a problem going long periods of time without drinking. I honestly just like the taste. And I don’t usually drink enough to get even a little buzzed… so like… that’s fine right???

┌( ಠ_ಠ)┘

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah well I’ll talk to Wen Qing about that later…..))))))

I resumed my rightful place on his lap when he literally picked me up and placed me there. I laughed which made him smile and together we started to drink. He sipped at first, carefully testing out the flavor, but soon apparently decided that it wasn’t bad and drank with more confidence.

We took it slow at first, seeing how he reacted. By the end of the first bottle he was feeling it a little but only just, he said. Which was a good sign!!

We thought about doing a drinking game but I thought that might be pushing it for our first time doing this together and we decided that depending on how this went maybe we would try that next time. If there was a next time.

The ‘Game’ idea stuck though and we both suddenly remembered the Switch that SangSang had left him all that time ago. We still don’t really have many games for it but that’s okay.

Long story short

Tipsy Mario Kart is hilarious. We kept drinking through the night and both got a nice buzz going. I don’t know how to drive anyway but whatever. It helps you if you fall off the track and there are no turn signals or anything to worry about. But like okay here’s the thing.

As Lan Zhan got tipsier, he started to drive slower and MORE carefully. Like There’s this section on one of the maps where if you take a riskier jump it works as a shortcut. Like one of those high-risk/high-reward things.

But like… I stopped one time to watch him. He very carefully steered his car so that he was lined up on the ramp and tried to like back up so he’d have a runway. It took him a good 20 or 30 seconds to just get his car straight. And then he punched it.

Except there wasn’t any momentum. Because he went from dead-stopped. So he got to the top of the ramp

And just flopped over upside down on the track below. He was so frustrated!! It was adorable!

He came in dead last that time. (Though I was second to laugh because I kept flying off the edge as a result of laughing so hard while pressing the ‘go’ button. Oh my god. It really was hilarious. He was SO frustrated. I mean he’d tried SO hard!!).

And don’t even get me started on Rainbow Road. I wish I’d recorded it somehow to show you guys. Just. Damn. There was this one time that I flew off the road, yeah? And like normally the little guy carries you back on with the fishing line right?

Except I managed to fall ONTO the track below. Like going the wrong way and way further behind but like it was impressive!

Well I thought so anyway.

Still managed to lap Mr. Careful though because Lan Zhan was DETERMINED not to fall off the road after the botched ramp incident.

In the end we were so into the game that we both lost track of time completely. Fortunately sober Lan Zhan foresaw this problem which meant that at 11:45 the two of us were scared out of our skin by the sound of his phone’s alarm going off.

“Oh! Oh yeah!! The fireworks!!!” I yelped in a moment of panicked clarity. (Nevermind that 15 minutes was more than enough time for even tipsy us to get our asses up to the roof like we’d planned.)

We gathered up some blankets and made the hot chocolate we’d planned for to keep us warm and both of us tromped up the little-used ladder that led to the roof.

I’d always wanted to do this specific cliche. Sitting on a roof with the person I loved to ring in the new year together under the light of the celebratory fire-works. We were close enough to see them pretty well from there, Lan Zhan had promised. Even though he’d never done it himself.

I trusted him. As I do with all things.

We managed to get our blankets set up. We’d planned on using chairs but instead decided on just some cushions instead so that we could stay closer to each other.

“For warmth” I claimed.

I remember waiting on that roof with him, half on his lap again as our misting breath mingled with the curling steam from the hot mugs of chocolate held in our hands.

There was just enough snow around to make everything a little muffled. Quiet and calm.

Between the liquor and the hot chocolate and Lan Zhan’s body pressed so close to mine, cold wasn’t even a whisper in my mind. I could have stayed like that forever.

I keep saying that don’t I? I guess it’s not so bad to have so many forevers, huh? Just means I’m happy with him, doesn’t it? And I am. I really am. As much as I want these moments to last forever… As long as I can have a forever with him… what more in this world could I possibly ask for? That’s what I want. I want a forever with him. I don’t care how or where. Just… as long as it’s with him.

My thoughts were swimming lazily in that direction when the first of the fireworks shimmered in the distance. We were far enough away that we could hear the boom without feeling the rumbling that accompanied it. I shimmied the rest of the way onto Lan Zhan’s lap when the display started and he put both of our mostly empty mugs aside so that he could slide his arms around me.

The air shimmered. Pinks and golds and silvers and greens. Reds and blues and oranges and purples. Sometimes in patterns. Sometimes just in a spray of glittering color.

I’ve always loved fireworks. The sound and the sight and the feel of them. The way they color the world for even a moment. I was always fascinated how different they are in person than they are with even the highest quality camera. It’s just… you have to see them live. Film just doesn’t do them justice.

Kinda like Lan Zhan. Beautiful on paper but in person just.. Stunning.

The finale was timed perfectly for Midnight. “Happy New Year, Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan said softly in my ear, making me shiver for the first time since coming outside. And not from cold.

I turned in his lap to look at him. “Happy New Year,” I replied in a whisper. He was so close. So so close.

This time… this time we both moved. I hadn’t been cold but the press of his lips against mine almost burned anyway. The kiss… it wasn’t the passion of our first kiss, or the awkward chastity of our second. This one lingered just a moment. Just enough that we could be sure that it was reciprocated on both sides. And when we parted a moment later we still stayed together. Lan Zhan pressed his forehead against mine, staring into my eyes and smiling that sweet smile that’s just for me.

I remember laughing a little and nuzzling my nose against him, scrunching it in an attempt to be cute. It must have worked because he chuckled too.

I don’t know how long we stayed like that, but despite the warmth of the moment, eventually we did start to feel the chill of the midnight air. It was with great reluctance that I untangled myself from him. We gathered everything up and took each other’s hand as we made our way back inside to the warmth of the apartment.

We let go to start cleaning up a bit before bed. I knew it was late for Lan Zhan but I also know that he’d prefer going to bed with the place relatively tidy and that we’d thank ourselves in the morning.

He went off to the kitchen to at least clean up some of the dishes and I set to putting the living room to rights.

My task was the easier one so I finished pretty quickly. Unwilling to be separated from Lan Zhan any longer than I had to, though, I went to the kitchen to see if he needed some help. But then….

Well you all know I’m a little goblin, right?

He was just… his back was turned to me at the sink. And his sides were exposed. Just begging to be tickled.

And well, I wasn’t DRUNK, (at least off alcohol) but I was definitely tipsy and so I crept in like the goblin man I am, slinked up behind him and went in for the tickle. He SQUEALED and started laughing like a mad-man. All the dishes he was holding crashed into the sink and he held onto the counter for dear life. His leg seemed to give out on him for a moment as he gasped for breath between more peals of laughter. It wasn’t until the pig snorts started that he really tried to fight me. His ears were so RED as he twisted in my grip, snorting all the way like little (or not so little) laugh hiccups. Oh Oh I never thought that a pig snort could sound so wonderful. Hah. It was ridiculous.

Eventually he managed to twist around and wrap his arms around me, effectively pinning my arms to my sides so he could catch his breath. His head was resting on my shoulder as we both let our laughter die down some.

It was all a ruse!

A RUSE!!!

All of a sudden while I was pinned there completely defenseless I felt

Hands

Ass!!!!

Apparently tipsy Lan Zhan decided that copping a feel was the only reasonable path for revenge.

Except… I don’t know how he knew. Or maybe it was just luck.

I am not ticklish anywhere on my body. Not even my feet.

Except for one place.

Nie Huaisang if I find out you’re the one who told him this I will skin you alive.

My butt… I don’t know why and honestly it is a very well guarded secret except that SangSang found out by chance once. But my ass is SO ticklish.

Lan Zhan grabbed a chunk (And there is a nice chunk to grab if I do say so myself) and just…

I collapsed instantly.

And now he knows.

Forever.

That if you tickle my ass

I bray like a damn donkey.

Like I laugh THAT hard. That I can’t breath. And when I gasp for air it sounds like a fucking donkey.

Which of course got his pig snorts happening again.

Thank GOD no one was near us wondering if we were expanding the bunny cafe into a full on fucking petting zoo.

Jesus.

And

Just to make matters WORSE.

Okay so I’m a weak man.

And I was trying to squirm away from him and he was trying to keep tickling my ass

And in order to keep tickling my ass and keep me from running his arms were still around me

Which means that we were pressed very close to each other

And I was squirming to get away and laughing and

Well….

You can guess what happened.

Let’s just say we were really feelin’ each other.

⚆_⚆

And if you DON’T understand what I mean. Good for you. Keep your innocence. I will not tarnish.

SO I mean clearly he was disgusted with me and made me sleep in the guest room and avoided ever touching me again, right? Except he wasn’t and he didn’t.

It was… well it was definitely awkward but…. We didn’t let go.

I mean we didn’t do anything else either. Maybe we could blame the alcohol or the fact that it was late or the just natural reaction of rubbing up against someone else. All of which may be true.

I mean we did talk a little. It is a natural reaction right? And… well…

I could still feel that kiss from the rooftop. I’d been trying NOT to linger on it too much, deciding it was something for my more sober brain to process in the morning. But I mean… We had just kissed. Under the moonlight. On the rooftop. In some new cheesy cliche 80’s romcom moment that I’ll treasure forever.

And then

We…

Ugh…

We both decided in the end that that was something to be dealt with when we were sober and that it was either way a natural reaction that just happened sometimes and that we could talk about it later if needed.

And after we.. em… caught our breath… we did eventually finish cleaning up and went to bed. As we normally do. Which means he was holding me. (Though I did pointedly avoid hip contact just in case ( ఠ ͟ʖ ఠ). )

We did NOT actually mention it again. I don’t know for sure that he remembers it and there’s no way in fuck I’m gonna bring it up if I don’t have to. At least not right now. We’ve got… other things to sort out in our relationship first.

Like… like the kisses.

First one doesn’t count (even though it does count.) because of circumstance

Second one still doesn’t really count because peer pressure and circumstance

But third one…..

It could have been the alcohol. And well, yes. The alcohol absolutely played a part. I know it gave me courage but I don’t know how it was influencing him. So STILL iffy on that circumstance and all that. (Alcohol =/= consent guys. Legit.) but like with how we’d been acting since Christmas and just…

It’s given me a lot to think about.

And we haven’t really talked about it but we aren’t like… avoiding it either. We’re just… I think we’re both testing the water.

And I’m starting to really really… It’s more than hope now.

His birthday is like in a week. And I’ve made my choice. I wanted to wait until my situation was much more settled before I even thought about trying to move our relationship in any direction.

And Now….

I’m in a much better place. I’m emotionally much more stable. And if needed I can find a new place to stay now so I’m not so dependent on him anymore.

So I think… I think at his birthday on Saturday… Maybe after the actual shindig… when we’re home alone together….

I’m going to get him a gift just like he got me and…. And I’m going to tell him. I’m going to tell him everything. Tell him how I feel. I’ll confess and then… well… Whatever he decides then… well I’ll respect it.

But I’m tired of this in between. I want one or the other. I want to know. I want to take my chance. Shoot my shot. I want to throw the ball into his court.

I just… I just hope he picks it up.

Fuck. This is gonna be hard.

#lan wangji #wei wuxian #wangxian #mo dao zu shi #the untamed #Long Post #(Modern AU!)

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emerald-amidst-gold · 4 years ago

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All Night Writeathon!

As the title suggests, I literally stayed up all night writing this little memory scene for a smutty one shot. I’m playing around with immersing Fane with more of the Inner Circle since he does develop a lot of meaningful relationships with most everyone, save for Cassandra and Bull (it takes Fane a very long time to warm up to Bull, even more so than with Cassandra).

But here! Have this ‘little’ excerpt that I may or may not tweak a few bits when I revise!

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The dreaded sound of a wet squelch had Fane stopping dead in his tracks as he, Solas, Cole, and Varric traversed the corpse infested bog in search of the Inquisition patrol that had been kidnapped by Avvar. Solas and Cole were locked in one of their usual cryptic discussions, so Varric, of course, was the first to notice how he had halted in his lead.

“You doing okay, Tempest?”, Varric called out to him, the sound of roaring rain and howling wind nearly obscuring it if it weren’t for Fane’s abnormal sense of hearing.

Fane tilted his head up towards the stormy sky as he slowly, but furiously started to try to unearth where his boot was mired in shit. Of all the places to go, why had the Avvar chosen a blighted bog full of shitting animals?! Even his kin didn’t defecate like this! It was disgusting!

“I stepped in shit again.”, Fane growled, jerking his body more which only spurred him to sink in deeper. He blinked before snarling in irritation. “Oh, for fuck’s sake! The next bogfisher I see I’m going to fucking tear it apart and shit in its corpse!”

He heard Varric let out a poorly concealed snort, wet, stocky footsteps coming up to where he was trapped. Fane refused to turn his gaze down to Varric, knowing full well what the dwarf would be looking at him with. He was not in the mood for Varric’s bullshit, no pun intended!

Varric let out a whistle, tilting his head at Fane’s submerged boot. “I think you’re a little stuck there.”

Fane actively whipped his head down to glare daggers into the, as he thought, smiling dwarf, still attempting to dislodge himself with more jerks.

“What gave you that idea, dwarf?! Was it the fact that my entire calf is mired in fucking shit?! Or was it from the last time I got trapped, a groaning corpse attaching itself to my ankle before I nearly bit it in a pile of shit?! Either way, it leads back to shit!”, he snarled around irritated grunts as his attempts still fell flat. Why the hell couldn’t he get out?! It was like this pile of shit was a rift attempting to suck him in!

“That’s a lot of shit.”, Varric responded with a growing smirk, the dwarf attempting to keep his laughter at bay. “You know, this reminds me of a story--”

“Don’t.”, Fane warned, pointing with a gloved finger to exaggerate his disinterest before more footsteps approached. Oh, great. This was the absolute worst. Maybe he should just let himself be consumed by the sink hole of shit! At least it would save him from more mortification!

Fane saw Solas and Cole finally make their way up to where he and Varric were bickering back and forth, looking equally as drenched as he was. However, the two Fade minded companions still appeared to be locked in their own discussion until Fane saw Cole’s head perk up, hair curtained eyes locking onto where he was trapped.

“It won’t let go. Warm, wrapped like a blanket, but not the good kind.”, Cole said simply, water pouring from his large brimmed hat as the spirit tilted his head curiously. “I didn’t know it could be like that. How does it hold so tightly?”, blue eyes travelling down to the pile of feces.

“The question for the age, kid.”, Varric told Cole with a growing smirk, still trying not to bust a gut as he kept his eyes on Fane.

Fane let out an agitated groan at Cole and Varric’s words before hearing a familiar, but infuriating snort come from the man next to the kindly, curious spirit. Oh, here we go! Why had he decided to bring the trio of men who constantly found some way to exasperate him?! Well, Cole never meant to exasperate him, but the other two always did!

Emerald eyes which were deepening in hue from mounting frustration met humored blueish grey as Solas watched him struggle to free himself from the suctioning mound, mouth twitching with the urge not to smirk at his predicament.

“Again, Inquisitor?”, Solas asked calmly, but Fane could hear the literal joke in the elf’s voice.

Fane felt his eyebrow twitch as he snarled in response. “What do you mean ‘again’?!”

“I think he means that this is the..”, Varric chimed in, amber eyes looking up to the sky as the dwarf idly counted on his fingers before looking back to Fane. “..tenth time you’ve stepped in shit. Though, the fifth time wasn’t really your fault.”

“It wasn’t a teddy bear.”, Cole piped in, a small frown forming at the mention of the bear they had found off one of the mire’s diverging paths.

“Definitely not, kid. More like a grizzly bear.”, Varric said with a small shiver. “Too bad we didn’t have a trusty warrior to shield us.”, a sigh escaping with a teasing tone as amber eyes glanced back up at Fane. “They must have had a lot of shit to deal with.”

“They must have fallen to a truly formidable foe.”, Solas unexpectedly joined in to his roasting, sighing with a light shrug. “..or rather, stepped into the path of one.”, stormy eyes glinting with guarded mischief as the regarded Fane, who was steadily growing more and more irate with the two’s teasing.

“Are you two finished?!”, Fane snarled out darkly, feeling his boot give a little as he continued to twist and jerk his leg. “Or should I wipe those shit eating grins off your faces?!” Why did he always end up being humiliated in some capacity during an excursion!? If it wasn’t shit, it was some other unknown substance that reeked or squelched or moaned before he snuffed the life out of it!

“I think you should wipe the shit off your boot first, Tempest.”, Varric poked the fire more, starting to let out amused snorts.

“I agree. I am sure it does not smell particularly pleasing.”, Solas poked the other side, raising a hand to stifle a snort with a light cough.

Fane felt his face go deadpan as fiery rage roared within his soul, distant roaring making itself known within his mind as draconic instinct began to take flight. “Fuck the bogfishers. I think I’ll go for lesser prey. They scream louder.”, he said flatly as the flames burned past his deadened expression.

Fane barely noticed the look of Cole’s eyes widening a bit, the spirit seemingly noticing something, as he instinctively went to pivot his body in an attempt to lunge at either Solas or Varric, who were both still trying to keep themselves in check. However, before he could even get into position, he heard a wet pop before he felt gravity take hold of his off balance frame.

“Wha--?”, Fane uttered in question, eyes going wide before he fell face first into the pile of shit his foot had been trapped in, the contained momentum in his attempted pivot backfiring from his sheer weight twisting him too far.

There was a dead, dead silence, save for the howling wind and steady downpour, as Fane’s mind tried to process what had happened. He was-- What the-- Did he really--?

“Shouldn’t he wipe his face first?”, Cole’s innocent question broke through the shocked silence before the raucous laughter of Varric finally burst forward, the dwarf unable to keep his mirth contained any longer as Fane slowly pushed himself up to hover above the offending mound.

Fane stared down at the steaming pile of shit as Varric’s laughter rang throughout the bog, barely hearing soft footsteps with how loud it was and how red hot rage began to color his reeling mind. He was going to kill this dwarf! He would tear him apart! Rend the sky with dwarven bones! Level the ground with his corpse! Ripe his smirking, laughing face right off!

However, before Fane could even think to launch himself upwards to complete that promise, Solas came into view, crouching down to where he was on his hands and knees to give him a small, apologetic smile.

“Are you okay, vhenan?”, Solas asked him, the endearment falling out without hesitation or shame.

Fane wanted to bite back, to shove the concern away, but the depth of blue and grey that projected sincerity had his rage simmering down a few degrees. He was entirely too weak to this elf, but he supposed he really didn’t care. Especially since they both had finally closed the large rift that had separated them since Haven. That was worth any kind of childish teasing, or the irritation it could invoke.

Fane sighed as he lifted a leather gloved hand to wipe at his face, the heavy rain helping take off the heavier traces of shit. “Is it possible to burn my face, as well as my clothing?”

Solas chuckled softly, reaching into his pouch before pulling a strip of cloth from it. “It is possible, but I would advise against it.”, the cloth in the mage’s hand delicately being used to help him in his wiping. “However, a bath would be sufficient for purging your face and body of defecation.”

Fane let out a small hum at Solas’s touch before sighing longingly. “I would kill for a bath right now.”

“As long as it is not myself, Cole, or Varric, then you may ravage as you wish, but I do not believe it will afford you what you desire.”, Solas joked lightly, a thumb gingerly wiping under one of his eyes with the cloth. “However, though I cannot promise anything luxurious, I could heat up enough water for you to wipe yourself down until we return to Skyhold.”, Solas offered with a tiny smile, summoning a quick flame to dispose of the ruined cloth once he felt Fane’s visage was clear enough.

Fane felt warm relief and affection fill him at that offer as he let a tiny smile of his own break through his tight mask. “I could kiss you right now.” He could never stay angry at his sky for long, could he? Not when Solas so obviously showed he cared for him. It may have taken a while to get to this point, but this was a milestone along the path, and he would not spurn it with petty anger.

“Unless you wish to be met with a barrier, ma’isenatha, I would suggest not.”, Solas teased with a small smirk before slowly rising to stand up straight. “Now, come. We should not linger lest Varric’s cackling awaken the corpses no doubt resting in the waters.”

Fane sighed before pushing himself up into a kneeling position before vaulting himself up to his full height with a soft grunt. “I’m more worried about hidden shitty sinkholes than flimsy corpses.”

Solas gave him a small, but fond smile, and a tiny roll of his eyes before beginning to make his way back to where Varric was currently doubled over on the ground still cackling, and Cole confusedly hovering around him like a concerned little bird. Fane watched Solas go with a faint smirk before sighing lightly. The ‘fun’ was over. Thank goodness.

“Right. Back to work.”, he grumbled before crossing his arms, following after Solas slowly. “If you bust your intestines open, Varric, I am not putting them back in! Nor will I be the one to tell Hawke and Fenris you died because I fell in shit!”

“Hawke d..did the same thing at Chateau Haine! H..He’d get it!”, Varric wheezed out, pounding the ground with a fist as another bout of laughter took hold.

Fane rolled his eyes as he stood next to Solas, sighing heavily. “Are all dwarves like this?”

“Not from my experience, but Varric is not like most dwarves.”, Solas said, glancing up at him with a small smirk.

“Right.”, Fane said, pushing against the inside of his cheek with his tongue before a thought popped into his head, a smirk turning the corner of his mouth upwards. “He’s a shit dwarf.”

“H..Hey! I--!”, Varric started to defend around coughing laughs before pausing to think. “..You know what? You’re right, and I take the compliment!”, he exclaimed, finally starting to calm down as he pushed himself off the soaked ground.

“Good. Because that’s the only compliment you’re getting for the day.”, Fane stated before uncrossing his arms. “Alright. Fun and games are over. Time to go hunt down some Avvar.”

“Maybe you’ll fell them with your mighty stench, oh Inquisitor!”, Varric proclaimed with a few slight wheezes.

Fane took a deep breath through his nose, coughing a bit when his aforementioned ‘stench’ made itself known. Just what he needed.

“If I don’t fall first that is.”, Fane mumbled out with a small sneer before turning away to motion for the others to follow. “Come on. After that whole ordeal, I really want to get back to Skyhold so I can just burn myself with scalding water.”

“Wouldn’t that hurt?”, Cole asked with a bit of concern.

“It is a figure of speech, Cole.”, Solas assuaged the compassionate spirit’s worry with a reassuring smile.

“Speeches don’t have figures..”, the spirit mumbled in confusion before Fane heard Solas begin to explain, but tuned it out as he stared at the expanse of the mire before them, idly noticing distant corpses shambling about and bogfishers, who were shitting as they spoke.

Fane let out a tired groan, massaging his temples with his thumb and middle finger.

“I need a bath. An indefinite one.”

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Suffice it to say, Fane didn’t like the Fallow Mire. Nor did he like all the damn bogfishers that would be aggroed from wayward lightning! *begins to project onto her OC*

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years ago

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Survey #369

“so close, no matter how far / couldn’t be much more from the heart / forever trusting who we are / and nothing else matters”

What are three emotions you experience regularly? Sadness, shame, and stress. Is there someone right now whom you really wish would care for you? -___- Does your job allow visible tattoos? I don’t have a job, but quite honestly, I probably wouldn't take a job that didn't. I just love tattoos a lot and plan on having many, and ignorance and old-fashioned bullshit isn't gonna stop me. Do you know anyone that’s transgender? Yes. Do you think dress codes are unfair? In some places, like schools, yes. Are in a relationship? Tell me about it. I'm not. How is your road rage? I don't have road rage. By god does my sister, though. Favorite cosmetic brands? I don't wear makeup nearly enough to have a preference. The beach or the pool? The pool. I hate the feeling of sand, plus the salty wind and heat. Manga or anime? Anime. Favorites for manga? I've never read any. It's tempting to read Deadman Wonderland since it continues off the very short anime, but I just don't want to. Manga isn't my style. Favorites for anime? Fullmetal Alchemist (including Brotherhood), Ginga Densetsu Weed, and Deadman Wonderland. Favorite academic subject? English. A card game that you’re good at? I'm not exceptionally good at any. Do you eat breakfast? Pretty much always. A popular book you haven’t read yet? To Kill A Mockingbird, to name one I feel like everyone had to read in school. Do you like sweaters? I'm an oversized hoodie person, really. I don't like the look of zippers. Do you like sushi? Never tried it, never will. Do you wear prescription glasses? Yes. I badly need a new pair, because I can't see for shit. Generally, are you more likely to blame others or yourself for problems you experience? Myself. What is one thing about your life that you don’t ever see changing, even if you might wish it would? I have a feeling I'll always have some degree of social anxiety. I'm sure there are other things just not coming to me. At what point in your life have you been the most social or had the most friendships? And at which point have you been the least social? I had the most friends in my childhood years, probably. Or high school when I actually had a friend group. I'm sure I was most social as a kid in elementary school, not dealing with my social anxiety. I've been the least social like... now, honestly. I go essentially nowhere and have very few friends. Do you prefer to have a few close friends or a bunch of random acquaintances? Which would describe what you have now? I want close friends. I have like... two or so close friends and a handful of acquaintances. I don't know which I have "more" of when you consider the actual level of friendship/"quality" I guess. Do you journal? Generally, what do you write about? Do you find it helpful to get your thoughts out that way, or do you prefer another form of self-expression? I don't actually journal, but you could consider these surveys my "journal." I guess it's kinda why I do them so frequently? Like it lets me get stuff that's going on out, so I find it kinda therapeutic versus keeping all my thoughts jumbled up in my head. Have you ever been somewhere and REALLY didn't like a food that you were expected to eat? How did you deal with this? Are you someone who is likely to suck it up and be polite or refuse and save your taste buds? To start off, I am VERY bad at sucking it up and eating something I don't like. My gag reflex is very strong, and I'm also extremely sensitive to textures I don't like, so my reactions are just very involuntary. I can try to subdue my expression when I dislike something, buuut that's extremely difficult. But anyway, yes, I've been to places where I definitely disliked the food, especially this one occasion where we went to a local Southern cooking restaurant that literally ASSUMED you want the staple foods and sweet tea, none of which I enjoy. While everyone else was eating, I just very awkwardly sat there doing nothing and pretty much panicking over looking rude. Thank god, Ashley's father-in-law noticed and called over the waiter for me to actually order something, the way it should be. I was very thankful but still felt bad. What is one way in which you compare yourself to others? In this comparison, do you regard yourself as better or worse off than the people to whom you usually do the comparing? I am very bad and comparing successes with others, but only in ways that demeans me. Like I look at others and am just like, "Why aren't I there yet?" It always leads to anger and disgust of myself. What is something you’ve been particularly grateful for lately? I've thought a lot lately about how thankful I am to have my mom. She does so very much for me, and I don't think I could absolutely ever repay her in full. I wish I could. She's a damn superhero. What kind of change or opportunity would be the biggest help in your life right now? I was initially going to say getting a job, but thinking about it, getting to my goal weight might be an even greater help. It would help my leg pain, not having to carry as much around, I'm sure my hyperhidrosis wouldn't be as bad (I hope), and it would MASSIVELY affect my happiness. Like I cannot tell you how negatively my weight has damaged my self-esteem, confidence, and peace with myself. Is there one emotion that you experience more often than any other? Is there an emotion you rarely ever experience? I'd say I experience stress more than anything. I'm always thinking of something that's causing a ruckus in my life. A rare emotion for me is uhhhh jealousy, even though I've dealt with it more lately. What is one illness you are afraid of having? Do you know anyone who has faced this illness? The disease that I think scares me more than any is Alzheimer's/dementia. I just... cannot possibly imagine. How do you tend to behave when you’re sick? What kinds of things do you like people to do for you, if anything, to help you feel better? I'm very mopey and tired, and I can be a bit more irritable. I really, really appreciate help with things like chores when I'm not feeling well. When was the last time you did something you were proud of? Were other people proud of you as well? Does it matter to you whether or not other people care about your accomplishments, or is your own satisfaction enough? It's a very small thing, but I weaned down from having two cans of soda a day to just one. Mom is proud of me for it, which I appreciate a lot. Admittedly, it does kinda matter to me that those who know it's a big deal to me see and care about my accomplishments. I'm bad about needing external validation. What is your least favorite thing about the season you’re currently experiencing? Are you okay with most types of weather, or are you only happy under certain conditions? Ugh, the heat. Spring and summer are miserable to me because I veeery much love the chilly weather and no damn humidity. Have you made any changes to your style or “look” lately? How often do you change your appearance, hairstyle, fashion, etc? Or is it a pretty constant thing? No; my style is pretty constant. What was the last thing you felt hopeful about? Do you think there’s a good chance of whatever-it-is working out in your favor, or not so much? Getting a job at the tattoo parlor. I'm fearful that they won't be open to the position I'd like, so I'm trying to not get my hopes up too high. We'll find out in two days. Have you ever “recovered” from anything? What does “recovery” mean or look like to you? Yes, a traumatic breakup. I'd say recovery is just healing as much as possible from something, be it physical or emotional. What are some ways your childhood differed from those of others around you? Do you think this difference was harmful or advantageous in the long run? My dad was an alcoholic, if that qualifies. That definitely isn't a *normal* thing for someone's childhood. I think it was harmful, honestly, especially because I've had more than a few nightmares about my dad drunk. When was the last time you did something out in nature? Do you notice a dip in your mood when you don’t get enough of the Great Outdoors? Oh jeez... Probably not since Sara and I went catfishing with my dad. I wandered around with her some as she ventured for toads, haha. I don't really notice a dip in my mood, just because I'm so used to being indoors. I do prefer getting some time with nature, it's just hard and uncomfortable with how easy I sweat, and my knees sure do cuss me the fuck out in the form of a billion cracks if I walk much (by my standards...). What did you dream about last night? I had two dreams, but I only remember one, in which a giant green tree python was eating me backwards so I was conscious through it all. No hard feelings, I still want one as a pet, haha. They're GORGEOUS snakes and no, absolutely cannot eat you even if it tried its damnedest. What were your childhood dreams? To be a paleontologist, then a vet. What are your dreams now? If we're talking career-wise, to be a nature and wildlife photographer that gets to travel a lot. What are some Halloween costumes you would like to wear in the future? I've mentioned that #1 on my list is Ms. Oogie Boogie, then uhhhh... wow, I'm surprised I'm blanking, because I know there are lots I've thought of. Were you born with hair on your head? Yes. Would you rather have a home birth or hospital birth? I'm not having kids, but holy mother of fuck I'd have my baby at a hospital with a goddamn epidural. I do NOT know how some people can do it naturally, bigass props to them. Do you currently live in the house you grew up in? No. If not, what do you miss about it?^ It was just in general a nice house, the best one we've lived in. We had a pretty big yard too, so lots of room to play around as kids. What’s your favorite type of yogurt? I'm not a big yogurt person, really. What were your high school’s team colors? Red and white. Who were your best friends in high school? Hannia, Girt, Maria, Megan, Dennis, Dakota... What would be the best surprise you could receive right now? A tarantula. *puppy eyes emoji* Were there any subjects in school that were really easy for you? If so, what? English courses were very easy for me, and I was pretty good with science. Did you ever skip a grade or get held back a grade? Not like, a whole grade, but I surpassed Writing I in my last college endeavor and started out in Writing II instead. What’s your favorite rock band? Oh brother, you can't ask me this. Who’s your favorite country singer? I consistently like Tim McGraw a bit. How many drawers does your dresser have? My dresser is unnecessarily big. There's like five or six. Have you ever taken a picture at the perfect moment? Yes. One of my favorite pictures I've taken was at Ashley's gender reveal for Emerson; even she didn't know. When her husband pulled the fog thing and it was pink, her expression was just priceless. Was your first car used or new? I haven't had my first personal car. How did you discover your favorite band? By going through my mom's CDs when I was getting into rock music. Ozzy was the first truly metal and not rock band that I ventured into. What was the last big decision you made? BIG decision... I don't know. Probably dropping out of college. What is your favorite thing to go shopping for? I love window shopping for pets online, haha. What was the last thing you changed your mind about? A political stance. Who was the last friend you saw, and what did you do together? Oh yikes, it's been more than a while... It may have been Girt? In which case we probably watched TV or played board games together. Who tends to show up in your dreams? Do you ever wonder if you appear in anyone else’s dreams? Jason just loves to show up in my dreams more than anyone else. I don't really wonder that, no. What is something you wish you could say to someone who is no longer in your life, or something you wish they could know? I wish I could tell Bryar (Jason's friend I got in a fight with) I misunderstood something he said to me ("martyr" has two different definitions, and I somehow didn't know the modern one at the time) that made me seem like an absolute, attention-seeking bitch. It's so fucking embarrassing to look back on, because I agreed with him because I thought he meant it as I would die for my beliefs, which is true. What worries you most about your future? Whether or not I'll ever be in the physical shape I want to be in again. Or if I'll have a stable job. What is something you do to feel better when you’re scared? Find distractions, like funny YouTube videos. I also engage in deep breathing and grounding methods. What is the strangest book you have ever read? How did you find out about it? Oh my god, in elementary school, we read a book where everything a boy touched turned to chocolate. Weird book. Do you prefer to watch movies or tv alone or with other people? Is there anything you refuse to watch alone? Other people, definitely. I like having someone to talk to and comment on what we're watching. There's nothing I won't watch alone. What was the subject of the last video you watched? It was a let's play.

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''nothing else matters'' by metallica

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haberdashing · 4 years ago

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Heart, Don’t Fail Me Now

After Jon calls Martin his boyfriend, Martin has a confession to make about how that term isn’t entirely accurate.

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The mortal garden was well behind them now, though what waited for them up ahead was still unclear, Martin and Jon walking together in the eerie space where one domain bled into another.

The calm before the storm, perhaps. Or after it, when the smell of petrichor seeps out from rain-laden strips of grass. Or both, even, the eye of the hurricane, with thick storm walls on both sides but a brief moment of respite in between them.

Things were relatively calm here, was the point, whatever flowery metaphor Martin chose to use to describe it. The two of them hadn’t spoken much since Jon explained his reasoning behind killing Jude Perry but not Arthur Nolan, explained that he didn’t seem to be helping people no matter what he did, explained that getting rid of other avatars had been out of revenge more than anything else. The silence between them now wasn’t an unpleasant one, though, not exactly.

But something had been bothering Martin since before the two of them left the mortal garden, and he wasn’t sure how long he could go without saying anything about it, so he cleared his throat and prepared to break the peace.

“Jon?”

“Martin?” Jon’s eyes locked on Martin’s in an instant, and Martin could read them like an open book: first wary and worried, searching for threats that had somehow gone unseen, then warming up at the sight of Martin still whole, still unharmed, and only somewhat anxious--was the color getting brighter, or was that just a trick of the lighting?

Martin thought he had never really understood the old expression that the eyes were the window to the soul until after getting to know Jon.

“I- I want to talk to you about something. Something you said to Jared back there.”

Jon stopped walking, and Martin followed his cue, the two standing face to face. “What is it?”

Martin paused, hesitated, biting his lip for a long minute, wanting to savor the moment before he explained his thoughts. They were in the middle of an apocalyptic wasteland, and yet Martin felt--no, Martin knew--that what he was about to say might upend his life far more than any statement Jon read.

“You- you know how Jared asked if I was your boyfriend, and you said I am?”

Martin was pretty sure that even if all he could see of Jon was his eyes, he still would be able to identify every one of Jon’s emotions as his expression flickered from one to the next. Wide-eyed confusion, first. Anxiety, in which he couldn’t quite meet Martin’s gaze, his eyes looking slightly off to the side instead. Concern. Horror. Finally, a sorrow that looked dangerously close to grief.

Jon couldn’t quite keep his voice steady as he responded, though Martin could tell he was making an effort to do so. “Are, are you not-”

Martin’s stomach lurched as he realized where he’d gone wrong, how Jon had been led to entirely the wrong conclusion here. “It’s not- not what you think. We’re still together, or, or dating, if you can call it that...” Martin made a vague hand gesture pointing out their surroundings; anything that most people would consider a “date” was well out of their reach now. “At least I, I want us to be. And I hope once I’m done explaining, that you still want us to be too, that this doesn’t change anything between us...”

Jon’s expression softened, the grief replaced with idle curiosity mixed with confusion--a not-uncommon look for Jon, especially these days. “What do you mean, then?”

“The issue--or, or issue makes it sound bigger than I mean, but--it’s not about us being together, it’s the word. I don’t think I’m your boyfriend.”

Jon considered this for a moment, tilting his head to one side slightly as he thought. “It does sound a bit juvenile, I suppose. Though ‘manfriend’ doesn’t have the right ring to it, I don’t think...”

Martin laughed weakly. “No, no it doesn’t.”

And Martin could see a world where he left it there, maybe ribbed Jon some more about using such a childish term to describe their relationship, didn’t touch on the bigger issue behind it all, didn’t rock the boat. That would be safer. It wouldn’t be the full truth, but it would be safer. The calm would remain undisturbed.

But then again, Martin had already rejected a life full of safety and calm and letting his true self fade away into oblivion in the process, and he had no intentions of going back on that particular decision.

So Martin made himself speak up again.

“Even if it did, though, manfriend wouldn’t really be any better. Because I’m not- I’m not a man. Or a boy, for that matter. I’m not male.”

“Hmm.” Jon’s tone was neutral; Martin suspected that he was working hard to keep it that way, to conceal his true feelings, and he couldn’t quite read whatever was behind Jon’s eyes. “Are you female, then?”

Martin remembered a brief litany of insults hurled at him throughout his childhood--pussy, sissy, girl--and gulped.

“No, no, I- I don’t think I’m either one. I don’t think I’m anything. Does that makes sense? To just... be nothing?”

“You’re not nothing.” The chiding tone of Jon’s voice made Martin flinch, and only after, only when he saw the concern in Jon’s eyes, did he see that Jon might have interpreted things differently once again, might have thought Martin was making a comment regarding his self-esteem rather than his gender or lack thereof.

“I didn’t mean it like that, just, just gender-wise.”

“Ah. Well, then, it’s certainly possible for you to be nonbinary, perhaps agender then, though I don’t mean to force labels on you-”

Martin snorted. “If I can’t get a label from post-apocalyptic Google, where can I get one?”

“I knew those terms beforehand, actually.”

Jon went quiet rather suddenly, averting his gaze, and Martin wondered, then, whether Jon had meant to speak of his pre-existing knowledge so casually.

Had Jon known because he’d come across the terms during his own gender identity exploration, or because he had a friend who’d gone through what Martin had now, or because he’d somehow suspected the truth of Martin’s identity before Martin himself realized it, or just because he was bored one day and did in-depth research into gender identities as nonchalantly as he would do research into spelunking or alchemy or any number of other things that were just idle bits of trivia to him?

Was this the sort of burning curiosity that Jon felt just before he asked someone to tell him their story, whether they wanted to or not?

Well. Martin wasn’t going to force it out of him--he couldn’t do so as literally as Jon himself could, and he certainly didn’t want to pressure Jon into sharing anything he didn’t want to, either. Instead he just stood there and waited for the silence to become less awkward, waited for Jon to speak up again.

Jon did, eventually. “You didn’t mention this earlier.”

It wasn’t a question, certainly, but Martin wasn’t quite sure whether it was meant more as an accusation or as a simple statement of the facts. Either way, Martin could feel his cheeks heat up as he prepared to explain himself.

“I, I’m just starting to figure it all out, didn’t want to bog you down rambling about something I don’t even fully get myself yet. It’s just... all my life people have assumed I’m a man, and I just kind of took it for granted that that meant I was, didn’t think about it much until after we got to Scotland, and usually I’m fine with it, usually it doesn’t even bother me, but there’s a few terms where when they get used it gets under my skin and... and I guess boyfriend’s on that list now.”

It took Jon a moment to respond, and Martin felt like he was getting warmer and warmer by the second as he waited, like he was about ready to spontaneously combust.

“I see.”

Martin forced a grin onto his face, hoped Jon couldn’t tell how false it was. “Of course you see.”

Jon snorted in amusement, and Martin took that as a victory.

“You know you can talk to me about anything, though, Martin, whether you’ve figured it out already or not.”

“I know, I know, just... seems a bit foolish, when I don’t even mind half the assumptions, and, you know...” Martin gestured vaguely at the hellscape around them. “We’ve got a lot going on at the moment already.”

“Still. Your feelings matter, Martin.” Jon paused. “Should I still call you Martin?”

This threw Martin off a bit, and he took a deep breath as he processed it. “That’s my name, isn’t it?”

“It doesn’t have to be, you know. If it’s too masculine, if it makes you uncomfortable.”

Martin hadn’t actually considered that, and he took a moment to ponder the possibility of changing his name to something else, anything else, before shaking his head. “Think I’ll stick with it. I like the way it sounds, and I’m used to it by now, anyway.”

“Honestly, I like how it sounds too, but that’s not what’s important here.” Jon leaned over and gave Martin a quick peck on the cheek, and Martin’s mind was racing.

“You’re... you’re so calm about this.” Martin threw his hands in the air. “How can you just... accept all of this without even blinking an eye?”

Jon shrugged. “I care about you whatever your gender is, Martin. And I know what it’s like, having to come out, explain your gender, navigate all that. Guess how long it took me to settle on the name Jonathan.”

Martin squinted, looked at Jon for a long moment. “I don’t know, how long?”

“No, no, you have to guess.”

Martin hadn’t seen Jon with that particular kind of shit-eating grin on his face very often before.

“...year and a half?” Martin didn’t know how long was the norm for that sort of thing, but he padded his estimate a bit, knowing well enough that Jon was the type to overthink those sort of decisions.

Jon let out a low whistle. “Thirteen months. You were close.”

“Guess I know you pretty well, heh.”

“Guess so.” Jon tapped his fingers against his leg as he considered his next words... “Do you know... what pronouns you want to use? He still, or she, or they, or any number of neopronouns I could name for you...”

Martin didn’t know what a neopronoun was, but he did know that asking would probably get Jon rambling on about the topic for a good half hour or so--or what would be half an hour, if time worked like it should, anyway--and he wasn’t quite ready for that just yet.

“’He’ is... ‘he’ is fine, I guess? I mean, I don’t mind it, it’s done the job for thirty years now and all, I suppose. ‘She’ doesn’t sound right to me. And ‘they’... all I can think of is my old schoolteacher telling me singular they isn’t grammatically correct, and I need to stop using it in my essays.” Martin grimaced a little at that particular memory.

“Don’t worry about the grammar of it. I think the grammar’s fine, but that’s not what matters. Does it sound right to you?”

“...dunno.”

“Want me to give an example?”

Martin silently nodded in response.

Jon looked Martin right in the eyes. “Martin Blackwood is wonderful, and I love them very much, and I think they’re the only reason I can keep going anymore, that I’d give up on it all if it weren’t for them and their determination.”

Martin’s face turned hot again, but for a different reason this time around. “Stop it!”

“It’s true. All of it.” Jon was grinning again. “So what do you think?”

Martin thought about it for a moment, tried to divorce what he thought of the pronoun as applied to him from what he thought of the pronoun in general, and more specifically from Mrs. Jameson’s old reproaches when it came to his essays. It wasn’t easy to do, but once he did... “I think I like it? Not entirely sure, though.”

“That’s fine. You’ve got time to figure it out.”

“All the time in the world. Such as it is.”

Martin shot Jon a wry smile, and Jon reciprocated.

“Quite.”

“Now, about the ‘boyfriend’ thing... what other terms d’you know for that, without the, the gendered bit of it?”

Jon took a second to respond. “Joyfriend?”

Martin’s eyes widened. “Joyfriend?”

“It’s a thing! It’s a word people use!” Jon threw his arms in the air. “And it’s like boyfriend, but without, well, the boy part. And you do bring me joy, after all.”

“Still sounds weird to me, and if you thought boyfriend was juvenile, well...”

“So that’s a no, got it. What about datemate?”

Martin hummed to himself for a moment before making a wavering hand gesture. “Maybe? I like that better than joyfriend, anyway. The internal rhyme’s rather nice.”

“Alright, we can keep that in mind for later. Significant other?”

Martin wrinkled his nose and made a face. “Too proper.”

“Fair enough. Besides, I think if anyone’s going to be the significant other in this relationship, it’s me. I seem to be significant now, after all, and I’m certainly other as well.”

Martin snorted. “And to think there was a time I believed you didn’t make jokes.”

“Well, I’m certainly glad you know better now.” Jon paused for a moment, hesitation clear in his expression. “What about partner?”

Jon’s eyes kept darting between Martin’s own gaze and the ground, and Martin wondered if his thoughts were consumed with the same thing his were when the term “partner” came up. It reminded Martin of Basira and Daisy immediately, and Martin glanced down at the scar Daisy had left on Jon’s neck. Their partnership was why Jon hadn’t ended up dead that day, sure, but it was also, in a sense, what had allowed things to get that far in the first place.

But then again, the two of them weren’t entirely innocent these days, either...

And that partnership between Basira and Daisy, that sense of having each other’s backs no matter what, of trusting each other come hell or high water, that was something Martin could certainly see the value in.

“Yeah, I, I think I like that one.”

Jon nodded solemnly. “Well, next time a fear avatar asks, I’ll make sure to let them know you’re my partner then.”

Martin rolled his eyes. “Because it’s such a regular occurrence.”

“Better than Jude Perry thinking you’re my valet, anyway.”

“Right, the valet for the car you definitely have.” Martin gestured to the space around them, which was entirely lacking in cars.

They’d had a car, once, back at the safehouse. Martin knew now that taking it wouldn’t have actually sped up this process any, had heard Jon’s speeches about how “the journey will be the journey” loud and clear, but still, part of him wondered now what would have happened if they’d taken the car with them when they’d started.

Would the car have insulated them from the worst of it, protected them from the horrors that surrounded them?

Would the car have broken down early on, as any normal car would when confronted with the obstacles that surrounded them now, having to be abandoned amidst the chaos?

Or would the car have become an eldritch being in its own right, like the safehouse was, feeding on the fear of those within it?

Martin shuddered at the thought and decided he was probably better off not having found out the hard way.

“Martin Blackwood, my partner.” Jon reached for Martin’s hand, and as Martin reciprocated the gesture, intertwining his fingers with Jon’s as he had so many times over now, Jon gave Martin’s hand a gentle squeeze. “I rather like the sound of that.”

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new-endings · 4 years ago

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The Nice and Accurate Guide to Courting

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Step 7: (MIs)Communication is Key // Holy Water and Hellfire Pt. 1

Chapter Summary: In which Aziraphale ponders his own feelings, Crowley attempts to be more direct with his flirting, obligations to one’s duty and one’s heart are brought into question, and things heat up in the plot.

Story Summary:

As Hell’s bastard prince, Crowley is expected to wed an Archangel of Heaven’s kingdom to bring peace between the two warring nations.

It's too bad he only has eyes for his sweet, absolute bastard of a Guide, the Principality Aziraphale, who is dead-set on making sure the engagement happens.

For the sake of their kingdoms, Aziraphale leads the Prince of Hell through the long, arduous road of winning an Archangel’s favor and affections. However, Crowley would much rather use that romantic guidance to win him over instead.

When daybreak filtered through his windows, Aziraphale hardly had the will to move, let alone get up and begin his day. But he had a duty to fulfill and his own hurricane of regrets and questions be damned, he had to buck up and get right to it.

Even if his stomach did sink with its weight in lead at the very thought of approaching Crowley after what transpired last night.

No—not the—not that part of last night—the kiss! Yes, the kiss! And damn the Demon for his, his—wiles! Aziraphale knew he should have retracted that little caveat of No questions asked but—

It was too late for that now.

It wasn’t like—it hadn’t even meant anything. Of course it wouldn’t. It was—it was probably for practice, an experiment designed to gauge how comfortable an Angel would be to receive such a bold and brash show of romantic action, or something equally ridiculous. It could even be a Demonic custom of some sort.

Regardless of the root of the matter, Crowley—Crowley was a prince and princes had no business kissing Principalities when they were to be betrothed to an Archangel. It didn’t matter if Aziraphale’s heart squeezed with pinprick thorns at the thought of Crowley wedded off to one of them—powerful and beautiful as they were—it didn’t matter if he’d miss the time spent with the infuriating, wonderful Prince of Hell, didn’t matter if he’d gone and torn apart something Aziraphale had kept distant and closed, petal by petal, because…

Because none of it mattered.

He had to remember his place. He had a duty to fulfill. He can’t let his people—and Crowley—down. Whatever it was, whatever was brewing up a fuss in his mind and a storm in his heart had absolutely no place in his line of duty.

“Oh, don’t get ahead of yourself, dear boy,” Aziraphale murmured as he washed up. “Things will be all right. There’s no need to get all worked up.” He looked down to his hands as he wrung the towel, Crowley’s ring gleaming brilliantly on his finger. He shut his eyes and sighed. “It doesn’t mean anything at all. And this…” He held his hand to his breast, feeling the dull, achy thuds behind the cage of his ribs tick along sadly. “This will come to pass.”

There was a fracture of some kind, splintering, sharp, and searing deep within his chest, but Aziraphale kept a stiff upper lip and got about his day.

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It was easy enough to forget—even for a moment—what troubles clouded Aziraphale’s mind.

After all, whenever Crowley made a spectacle of himself, it was quite difficult to think of anything else other than mitigating the damage that was sure to follow. “What in the—Crowley, what are you doing?!” Aziraphale shrilled as he dove after the—foolish, stupid, idiot!—prince right as he took a swan-dive off the cliff. Panic seized at his throat. In hindsight, at the very least, the ground levels were staggered to where even if Crowley did dive off the deep end (literally and figuratively), he would have sustained much less damage from the fall.

Of course, that didn’t stop Aziraphale from flying off after him.

“Oh, good morning, Angel!” Crowley greeted blithely, giving a short wave as though Aziraphale weren’t currently hoisting him by the waist as Principality’s wings flapped erratically to keep them aloft.

This Demon was going to end up killing him.

Aziraphale huffed, hoping that he looked more visibly annoyed than in the aftermath of absolute terror as he lowered them to the clifftops. “Again Crowley—what were you doing?” the angel demanded once both pairs of feet were set firmly on the ground.

Crowley gave a shrug—no, not his usual devil-may-care gesture whenever he wanted to annoy the absolute divinity right out of Aziraphale’s wavering patience. It was the same one he used whenever he was downright nervous about what he was going to say, whenever he wasn’t sure Aziraphale would like his answer. “Just. Practicing flying.”

The Angel, of course, was dubious of this response. There wasn’t much flying involved from where he could see. Falling, definitely. Aziraphale furrowed his brow. “I thought you said Demons couldn’t fly.”

His shoulders tensed in annoyance. “I know.” Annoyance or something else. Something like reluctance or resignation. He paused, opening his mouth and closing it. He tried again, this time actually managing to get the words out. “You said—you said the courtship flight was important.”

Aziraphale felt his heart soften. “Oh. Yes it—well it usually is, but given the circumstances, I…” He gave a swallow at the look of utter frustration on the Demon’s face. He then noticed the dirt streaking the other’s robes and the bruises on his arms from what was likely an unpleasant landing. Aziraphale winced. Just how long had Crowley been doing this?

“I can do it. I know I can. It just…it just takes some time to remember what it’s like, that’s all.” He flashed Aziraphale what he probably hoped was a confident smile, but all it did was make Aziraphale ache in sympathy.

His dear friend—he was trying so hard for this courtship to work out. Why couldn’t anyone else see his efforts?

They don’t’ deserve him something dark and quiet whispered in the crevices of his thoughts and Aziraphale tamped it down immediately. “Dear…you know…I was thinking.”

“A dangerous occupation, Dove,” Crowley smirked and Aziraphale tried not to sputter at the moniker.

“I was thinking— that maybe Bentley could help you in this regard.” He watched as the gears turned in Crowley’s head at the idea.

“Would it be impressive enough, is what I’m wondering,” he murmured, ruminating further. He looked to Aziraphale, deliberating, searching, and…hoping? “Did she impress you, Angel?”

She terrified the living daylights out of me and to be honest, she still does. “Exceedingly so, Crowley,” Aziraphale nodded with a tight smile. “And you two fly so—so well together too!”

Crowley flew his dragon like a madman. Had it not been for Aziraphale reprimanding Crowley nearly half the time they were on the wing together, the unruly dragon would have been satisfied with catapulting, cannonballing, and careening off in the skies all the way to Old End. Aziraphale suppressed a shudder as images of their flight resurfaced, his screams painting the night. Impressive? Yes. But perhaps not in all the right ways.

Crowley gave a brilliant smile at the memory and some of that tension eased in Aziraphale’s heart. “She’s taken a shine to you,” he added, rather unexpectedly. He almost looked proud.

Maybe even fond. “O-oh?” Ah. Right. The erm…gifts she gave him, back at the island. Aziraphale felt his stomach churn as he smiled back with a bit of force. “Well, that’s very sweet—she’s…” Unruly. Stubborn. Sadistic. Unpredictable. A thing of great terror and beauty. A true force of nature. “Very nice.”

Just like her master. “Nice?” Crowley scoffed, brushing the dust off his robes. “Not exactly the first thing one thinks of when describing a fire-breathing hellion like her, right?” He gave a wolfish grin and to Aziraphale’s utter horror, found a strange heat spreading through his cheeks.

“Well, she most certainly is nice,” the Principality defended. Probably no thanks to Crowley.

“To you, Angel.” He chuckled and while Crowley didn’t say it outright, Aziraphale was sure that he’d just been granted a rare and fine honor by the prince for somehow getting on Bentley’s good side. “You know…since you two get along so well, maybe I can show you a little something.” He moved forward, taking Aziraphale by the arm, something he’d blithely done countless time—

And yet, the action ended up wholly flustering Aziraphale.

“S-show me?” To which the Angel startled and hastily pulled away with a frantically beating heart.

Crowley paused, frowning. He looked at the distance between them and Aziraphale fought the urge to squirm under his gaze. His eyes were completely unreadable. Then, the Demon turned. “Yeah. But not here. Elsewhere.”

“Like…?” the Angel prodded, feet moving on their own to catch up.

“Over by the edge of the falls, like before. We won’t get interrupted there.” And then Crowley turned back, a sly grin on his face. “No one to hear us either.”

“Erm…” Hear what, exactly?

“Are you coming or not, Dove?”

Aziraphale sputtered, feet reluctantly moving forward. “Y-yes, fine!”

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They’d gone back to bickering—for better or for worse.

Aziraphale felt a throbbing tick of irritation and repressed the urge to stammer in embarrassment. Honestly, just what is irritation of a royal playing at? “Crowley for the last time—”

“C’mon, Angel, it’s not that bad—”

“—it’s completely ridiculous!” he cried out, arms crossed, and lips fixed to a pout.

“That’s never stopped you before!” Crowley backtracked immediately at the stone-dead stare he received in turn. “Oh, come now…” he soothed, trying to wheedle the Angel into getting his way, and getting far too close—! Crowley paused. “Something the matter, Angel?”

Aziraphale blinked, somehow a foot or four away from where he originally sat. “W-what? Oh, no! Nothing.” Aziraphale winced.

Not exactly convincing, was that?

At the very least, Crowley wasn’t calling him out on it. Because there was clearly something wrong and it had nothing to do with Crowley but had everything to do with an Angel who up and went and complicated everything from nothing. This is nothing, you foolish Principality. “It’s nothing at all.”

The prince looked concerned now. He cautiously shuffled closer, like Aziraphale were some wild animal he risked spooking with any sudden movements. “Are you sure you don’t want to talk about it…?”

No—no, talking is the absolute last thing Aziraphale wanted—there was nothing to talk about—! And besides…

“You said there’d be no questions asked—”

Sea-storm eyes widened. Aziraphale wanted the ground to swallow him where he stood. Or, at the very least, swallow the words he’d just up and let slip from his mouth. He turned hastily away, busying himself with calling out to the dozing dragon again, watching with failing hope for an intervention as the damned beast only lifted her head for a moment and set herself back down to bask in the afternoon sun.

Beside him, Crowley could only gape.

It could have been disgust that the Angel was feeling. It could be that Crowley had doomed them utterly and irrevocably by not only crossing the line, but dashing right past it and hurtling the Angel right along with him into unknown territory. But Aziraphale’s nervous, flustering couldn’t be explained by repulsion and reluctance.

He’d spent a long time watching his Angel. He knew nearly every flash of emotion that painted itself across his face. Knew every sigh of annoyance, tick of irritation, beam of happiness, downcast of guilt, and tight-lipped smile of dread and disappointment. And this—this blushing, antsy, and squirming mess his Angel had become—simply did not radiate rejection at Crowley’s presence.

A strange, dizzying hope captivated, enthralled him. It rooted and bloomed in his chest as Aziraphale vehemently refused to look at him, but even the afternoon sun did little to hide the rosy tint that spread across his cheeks. Crowley’s heart thudded, raced, and ached. Did the kiss work? Did he finally get his Angel to think of him as more than a burden, an obligation?

A friend?

“I-I mean, no, there’s absolutely nothing to talk about!” his Angel added hurriedly when Bentley provided absolutely zero aid to the situation.

His angel was still proving to be stubborn. Of course, Crowley knew this would arise, knew that his Angel, his sweet, loyal Aziraphale, was sworn to his duty. Maybe even to the point of foregoing his own heart—but no, Crowley couldn’t give up now. Not when he’d come so far, not when his plan could free them both from this rotten fate.

The prince licked his lips, tingling at the memory of the lovely time they had the night before. I still have another favor, he realized. Maybe if he demanded the truth, Aziraphale would have nowhere to run off to and hide. He’d reveal his heart and Crowley would gladly offer his in return. It could certainly save him all the grief and give them what they both want and Crowley—

Crowley wanted answers.

But as a Demon…he knew full well the dangers of asking questions. No, he won’t risk it. If he were to outright ask, Aziraphale might even deny his own heart out of responsibility and loyalty to his cause. It would be better to gauge Aziraphale’s reactions through more direct methods of courting. He’d been too subtle— at least to his oblivious bird. He decided then: if Aziraphale refused to speak his mind, maybe his body would be far more honest.

Crowley also needed to consider that he needed that request for his plans. Playing Demon’s advocate, however, if he successfully wooed his Angel, that alone might be enough to convince him.

Decisions, decisions.

Crowley wordlessly called out to his stubborn dragon. Bentley lazily groused as she lumbered over to them, giving a nuzzle to an alarmed Aziraphale just because she loved his reactions so much. The prince let out a laugh, finding bittersweet irony that his own dragon knew his heart sooner than the Angel he had every intention of giving it to. He reached over to pet her snout, accidentally leaning a little too close to Aziraphale who sat between them. From the corner of his vision, he watched as Aziraphale deliciously reddened at their proximity.

Crowley bit back a smile. “If you’re sure, Angel.”

His request could wait. Besides, Crowley was fairly sure he knew what all this flustering meant.

“Of course I’m sure!” Aziraphale (somehow) managed to get out without stammering.

He’s sure that all this flustering meant that Aziraphale wanted him.

Crowley chuckled. “Whatever you say, Dove,” snickering as Aziraphale valiantly again tried to hide his blush from view.

Just as I’m sure you’ve stumbled, love, I’m sure you’ll fall for me soon.

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Aziraphale didn’t know how much more he could take.

Crowley had suggested they break for lunch not too long afterwards and from there, it all went downhill. The prince escorted them to the carriage, taking his hand as he stepped inside, and sitting far too close beside him. Every jolt from the uneven paths sent Crowley pressing up against him, arm to arm, thigh to thigh, though he seemed to take no mind whatsoever. Sure, Crowley had taken to draping himself over his Guide from time to time, especially after long, tiring nights, but it was barely midday! And each time Aziraphale tried to put some distance between them, Crowley would follow suit until the Guide was sandwiched between the Prince and the solid walls of the coach.

Lunch didn’t fare any better as Aziraphale nearly swallowed a spoon when Crowley offered to feed him. It absolutely did not help as when he began choking, Crowley announced, Not to worry, Angel, I know mouth-to-mouth!

After that fiasco, during which a confused waiter had to pry the prince off him, they ended up splitting dessert. Aziraphale brightened at that, always excited to have his friend try the rich delicacies of the kingdom. However, just as he’d began explaining the intricate process of tempering the chocolate to create the smooth, rich, and creamy texture, Crowley used that opportunity to take a bite of cake right off the Angel’s fork.

It’s good, he said, licking his lips. I’ll have more.

Aziraphale didn’t know how he ended up feeding Crowley the rest of the Black Forest gateau, or why he didn’t ask Crowley to use his own silverware, but the Angel could find no sound reason other than the blood rushing to his head clouding his concentration and judgment.

During the ride back, Crowley claimed he wanted an afternoon doze and spent the journey back to the castle grounds with an arm over his Guide and burrowing his head at the curve of Aziraphale’s neck. Which, again, wasn’t exactly too unusual for the pair. At least, that was the mantra Aziraphale had been repeating for the entire duration of the ride, all the while praying that the heat of his blush didn’t scrawl down his neck where Crowley could feel it.

And to make matter worse, Crowley nearly took a stumble out of the carriage when they’d arrived, needing Aziraphale to keep him upright and support him as they walked back to the grounds as his “foot fell asleep.”

And now…Aziraphale found himself in this predicament:

“W-what’s gotten into you!” the Angel sputtered, adorably red-faced with his brows furrowed. “Did you take a tumble to the head? Oh, good Lord you actually did smash your head on a rock, didn’t you?”

Crowley chuckled, shrugging as though he hadn’t just crowded Aziraphale up against the tower’s walls with the excuse of tripping and needing to someone to steady him. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Angel.”

Those pouty lips set themselves to a frown. “You’ve been—clumsier.” And handsy. “Have you lost all depth perception?” Aziraphale fought the urge to blush and mostly succeeded when Crowley did nothing more than grin at him, handsome face illuminated by the rosy sunset behind him. Still, it wasn’t hard to suppress and repress—not when guilt was nipping at his heels.

Crowley was quiet for a long while. Then, finally, “Are all angels this oblivious?” He peered down at Aziraphale, eyes dark and pupils blown wide. Heat pooled at Aziraphale’s belly and he squirmed under the prince’s gaze. “Or did I just get lucky?”

Aziraphale’s heart leapt to his throat but it came crashing down within an instant. “O-oh.” No, no…it can’t—that can’t possibly be what Crowley meant. He’s just—using you for practice, you pathetic thing! “Crowley, erm…” Aziraphale swallowed; the truth was always such a bitter, bitter thing to. “My dear, I don’t think that approach would be wise to u-use on an Archangel.” He gave a mirthless laugh. “They tend to dislike—”

“I’m not asking about what they like, Angel.” Crowley pressed closer, this time backing up him up flat against the cool stone walls. “I’m asking you,” he murmured, hand cupping Aziraphale’s cheek and forcing him to meet the prince’s burning gaze. “Do you like it?” Aziraphale swallowed down the humiliating noise that threatened to escape his mouth. “Do you like it when I’m this close to you?” The Angel felt the very tips of his ears burn; emboldened by the reaction, Crowley leaned down, a breath’s width away from Aziraphale’s own lips, eager, hungry, to take another kiss. “Or do you want me to be…closer?”

Aziraphale gasped, almost—almost forgetting himself. “C-Crowley!” He can’t—the prince was taking this too far, We can’t possibly…he can’t actually mean—

Crowley gripped him by the arm, just as he’d began to scarper away. “Don’t run away from me, Aziraphale.” Something in his voice, dark, demanding, and maybe even a bit desperate, set a shiver down the Angel’s spine. Crowley leaned in, whispering with the faintest hint of temptation and promise in his words: “Believe me, Dove. I won’t let you get very far.”

“Am I interrupting something?”

Ice encased Aziraphale’s heart as he wrenched away, a cold sliver of fear dropping to the pit of his belly. “No—!”

“Yesss,” Crowley hissed out as he stepped away from his Guide. “What do you want, Ligur?”

The footman bowed deep and low, exaggerated and mocking. “Prince Crawley…” He made his way to them from where he lurked by the shadows of the overhanging gate. “A message from the King,” he announced, handing over a heavy scroll engraved with the royal crest.

Crowley eyed it with disinterest. “I’ll see to it soon enough,” he said, waving him off. “As you were.” The prince ignored the sharp gasp from his Angel and his own nauseating dread. It wouldn’t do to show weakness. Not now. Not when he’d foolishly put them both in danger.

“Of course, my liege,” the Demon drawled, giving yet another mocking bow as he slipped away, back into the shadows.

Aziraphale tried to calm his fluttering heart. No, this wasn’t good—they had the wrong idea, it wasn’t—this wasn’t— He turned to Crowley and noted with concern that he was…trembling. His eyes were hard and unreadable, seeming at a loss for words. “This matter seems…urgent,” Aziraphale said softly. He reached out, soothing his shoulder and startling Crowley from his spell. “Maybe you should—”

Crowley took his hand in his, squeezing them tightly, beseechingly, reassuringly. “Meet me at the third alternative rendezvous point come moonrise.” He pressed a kiss to Aziraphale’s palm, where his own ring and crest glittered under the dying beams of the sun.

He then drew away, leaving the Guide in a daze with his heart in his throat. “Wait, Crowley!” The prince stilled as Aziraphale clutched the sleeves of his robes. He looked back at Aziraphale, hopeful and waiting. But all Aziraphale could muster out was, “Is that one the park fountain or the clocktower?”

Crowley groaned, rolling his eyes so hard, his entire head rolled with them. “The clocktower!”

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That all went down like a lead balloon.

The Demon paced about, eyeing the rafters and stairs for any signs of movement, anything out of place that would indicate prying eyes and ears. He silently cursed himself as the day’s light faded, leaving nothing but the malicious dark, the perilous unknown. Crowley had no one to blame but himself. He’d gotten complacent when he should have been on his guard—what was he doing, being so rash out in the open, on castle grounds no less? He cursed himself for believing the quiet weeks had meant reprieve; cursed himself for thinking they had more time.

Harried steps came from the stairs and Crowley swiveled around, some of the tension easing when his Guide’s familiar head poked through the entryway.

Catching sight of him, the Angel breathed a sigh of relief. “Crowley…” He made his way over, the anxiety in his eyes deepening as he took in the prince’s frazzled appearance. “What’s happened, dear?”

“Angel, I…” This was it. “There isn’t much time.” This was now or never. “I’m sorry Angel, I’m so sorry, this isn’t your fault—”

“Crowley!” Aziraphale reached over, soothing his arm. “Did they reprimand you?” He sighed, deep and wounded. “They have to understand that courting—courting takes time! And, blast it, the Archangels should be pulling their weight on this too! A marriage takes compromise and collaboration, and—”

Crowley felt his heart swell for this sweet, sympathetic bird. Too kind, too naïve—Crowley had to get them out of this mess before they targeted his Guide next. “It’s all right, it’s all right. Forget the engagement.” He hushed him before the sputtering and protests started. “Angel…I have a plan.” Crowley reached into his coat pocket and fished out a parchment. “In case the walls have ears,” he murmured. “You still owe me, remember?”

Hesitantly, with questioning eyes, Aziraphale took it and unfolded it. “Walls have—what?” He peered down at the single word and racked his brain trying to make sense of it.

Maps

Aziraphale shook his head. “What do you mean…” When had they discussed anything relating to cartography? He had a small collection, somewhere within the organized chaos of his quarters, but nothing too noteworthy. Well, other than those maps he had err borrowed from the old cartographer. In fact, he might have mentioned them to Crowley during that rainy night in Old End—

The maps to The Other Side.

Aziraphale’s eyes widened as the meaning sank in, making him shudder violently at the realization. “Crowley!” He searched the other’s eyes for an explanation—anything other than the horrifying conclusion Aziraphale came to. But Crowley only stared steadily back, grim and somber. He shook his head. “You can’t—”

“Angel—” he started, moving closer when all Aziraphale wanted was to gather as much distance between them as possible. “With those maps, we can make it out of here, you and me—”

That was what he wanted? In the end, that’s what Crowley was asking?

To escape?

Another realization struck him, nearly knocking Aziraphale clean off his feet as he came to a sickening understanding. Of Crowley’s behavior, of Crowley’s courting— he hadn’t been trying out another method to woo an Archangel when he’d kissed Aziraphale that night—

No…he’d been trying to deceive Aziraphale, making the Principality play into the palm of his hand.

All to give him what he wanted. “Was this what it was all about?” Aziraphale demanded. Anger. Humiliation. Both burned and boiled under Aziraphale’s skin until they consumed themselves, leaving only the cold ashes of nausea at the pit of his stomach and a searing hurt in his chest. “You were just trying to get ahold of my maps?”

Crowley shook his head, stepping towards him, trying to cross the space between them. “The maps are necessary, obviously, but—”

“No, they aren’t—not unless you plan on…on giving up!” Sea-storm eyes glared back at him, challenging Crowley to tell him otherwise, that he wasn’t just abandoning everything they’ve worked for. Everything Aziraphale had worked for. But he was met with silence once more, and Aziraphale felt himself drown in despair and disbelief. “That’s what you’re doing, aren’t you? Crowley, how could you…”

I thought…I thought we were on the same side…were you plotting this escape this entire time?

Aziraphale felt hot, angry tears well up at the corner of his eyes. “How could you turn your back on everything? On everyone?”

Including me?

Crowley wanted to scream in frustration. No, no, this wasn’t going according to plan—his Angels’ got it all wrong, it’s not like that, it’s not— “Would you just listen to me?!”

It’s exactly like that. Aziraphale, his Aziraphale turned away, shaking his head softly. “I’m done listening, Crowley.” He squeezed his eyes tight, shuddering out a breath. “I can’t give you those maps.”

Crowley felt hollow. Like everything—faith, love, agony, and regret spilt out of his very corporation, left to rot and fester on the ground between them. All that was left was a roiling resentment. “Can’t or won’t?” he bit out. You idiot, you foolish, foolish bird—this wasn’t just for me—

This was for us. “Does it matter?” Aziraphale scoffed bitterly. “I’m done with this conversation.” Gathering courage amid the bitterness and betrayal, he began to walk away.

Away from Crowley and his dishonest demands. “I thought…I thought you would understand,” he said as Aziraphale reached the stairs.

Breathing in a deep, forlorn sigh, Aziraphale glared back at him, a raw, aching hurt in his eyes. “How could I understand you damning our kingdoms to war?” He started down the steps. “I’m sorry, Crowley, but we both have our sworn duties.”

“Your duty before your own heart, eh?” Crowley shot back, but Aziraphale was already gone. With no one to judge him, Crowley collapsed against a beam, sliding down to the dusty floors as he gazed out into the open night.

Aziraphale had gone.

“I should have known.” Had gone and left Crowley atop a broken clocktower, the minutes and hours ticking by too fast, out of tempo, and out of tune from one another. He sighed, feeling a thousand thorns embed themselves deep into his own, bleeding heart. “I should have known.”

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He has a bloody dragon, Aziraphale realized, just as he rounded the corner towards his quarters. He has a bloody dragon and basically nothing to stop him from escaping out into wilds of The Other Side where he’d get lost, get hurt, and smash his head on a bloody rock—

Aziraphale rounded back, scurrying over to the clocktower where he hoped to find Crowley right where he’d left him.

But those plans soon went awry as he nearly collided with two figures in the shadows. Aziraphale skidded to a halt as one of Crowley’s…unsavory footmen emerged towards the firelight. “Ah…the Principality,” Ligur sneered.

“No smarmy quips today?” Hastur asked as he shed the shadows like a second skin.

“Gentlemen,” Aziraphale nodded, suddenly very nervous and suddenly very scared. “Is there a reason you two are…lurking by my quarters?”

The two glanced at each other, sharing a slimy smirk. “We’ve received word from the King, as you well know. But something we were ordered not to share with the prince is that he is sending a few of his lords here to Heaven.”

Hastur retrieved the heavy scroll, emblazoned with Hell’s crest. Aziraphale eyed the mark with a shudder, the imagery of the coiling serpent sinking its fangs into the breast of a mighty winged beast gleaming back at him. He gingerly took it from the footman’s hands as Hastur added, “He requests for you to meet them to discuss Prince Crawley’s…progress.”

“Crowley,” Aziraphale corrected with a scowl. He narrowed his eyes. “Why is Prince Crowley made to be unaware of this meeting?”

“He did not take well to being reminded of the…pressures instilled upon him by the King,” Ligur said, seeming to wince at the recent memory. “The King knew of this and knew he would be resistant to any guidance offered to him. Ideally, we would give him a few days to cool off. He’s quite prone to…lashing out, as you may know. But the lords are fast approaching and we cannot delay their stay.”

“Yes, it must be very difficult for him, what with our two kingdoms’ peace riding on his shoulders,” Hastur drawled with a frown and a tsk. Yet, Aziraphale saw no sympathy in those dark, dark eyes.

Aziraphale bit his lip. He knew to be wary of the two, but… He read through the scroll and indeed, it was there, penned and signed by the King of Hell himself. It was made abundantly clear today that Aziraphale—that Aziraphale had failed in his duty as the prince’s Guide. Crowley’s lost hope in his purpose—in their purpose— and was desperate enough to make a run for it, going so far as to try and beguile a mere Principality as an exit strategy.

Aziraphale’s chest twinged at the fresh wound, but he ignored it. He had to focus on his role and responsibilities and how to best help Crowley. How to best help their kingdoms. “Indeed,” he nodded. “Well then, what should I bring in preparation to this meeting?”

“Only yourself,” Ligur said, drawing closer and closer to the Principality. “You are his Guide after all. Your input on how to progress through the courtship and engagement to the Archangels will be invaluable.”

Close enough to perhaps even scent fear. “Yes, we are assured that you’re doing your best,” Hastur added, closing in on the lone, cagey bird, and something like a smile curled sourly on his lips. “The prince just happens to be…a stubborn, indolent thing.”

“A bit of a problem child, he is,” Ligur nodded with amusement.

Aziraphale felt a surge of protectiveness well up within him. “Don’t—”

“Oh, don’t get us wrong, Principality Aziraphale,” Hastur offered placatingly. “Like you said, We’re all on the same side.”

“The meeting is to help Prince Crowley achieve our goals of peace, after all,” Ligur added.

“All right,” Aziraphale said, a dizzying drop of dread, of doubt stirring in his gut. “And the meeting will be here, at the coordinates written?”

Hastur nodded. “Yes, by sundown, tomorrow.”

So soon? “Well. Then I shall go…prepare.” And as Aziraphale turned, he couldn’t be sure if it had just been a trick of the firelight or if he actually saw the twin, cruel grins shared between the Demons.

His heart thundered with anxiety, stammering right against his ribs as he reached for the door towards his rooms.

“Oh, one more thing…” Aziraphale nearly jolted at the how close Ligur sounded; he found with little surprise that the Demon had been right behind him as he swiveled around. “You must not tell any of your…winged brethren of this.”

“We don’t want to lose face before the other birds,” Hastur elaborated. “If they feel that Prince Crowley’s attempts have been…inadequate, it could be seen as an offense to the treaty. They may lose hope in the symbol of the prince’s engagement if our…difficulties were made public.”

“Do you understand, Principality Aziraphale?” Ligur asked, sounding more like a threat than a question.

Aziraphale swallowed. “You have my word,” he said, feeling very much like he’d pleaded guilty. “I’ll be there. I will tell no one.”

Guilty and faced with execution.

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Oh my, imagine if I took a 3-month hiatus on this chapter instead. Also they did have the bandstand as a rendezvous point (the fourth rendezvous point in this story), but I really wanted the clocktower for symbolism and all that.

I do want to sincerely apologize for putting off this story for so long. Real life has been tough given the current situation and I felt more inclined to work on and finish shorter projects that felt like less commitment than working on this fic which had been a love letter to myself for getting back into writing after so many years. But I do love this fic and I swear that I'm not giving up on it. I want to see this fic through to the very end and I want to thank each and every one you, the readers, who're taking this journey with me.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #ineffable partners #crowley x aziraphale #fantasy AU #look i swear i didn't leave this story to rot #i have the ending all planned out and everything!#i just you know need to write it

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