#i couldn't resist the tag under the circumstances

[gentlemanstarkey]

Come at once. Your unique skillset is desperately needed.

-C. Wingfield

Whitechapel.

If you were to ask him if he could name a single place in all of England where his misery could be more acutely felt, he would need a moment to stop and consider all of his options...and that included the Tower of London and the bottom of the Thames. Were it not for a rather intriguing series of messages from a former colleague indicating that all was not as it seemed, he would likely be in the comfort of his own flat sipping a cup of Earl Grey rather than standing in the midst of a poorly-lit and drafty Incident Room, precipitation running in rivulets down his overcoat and onto the tile floor as he is led toward the office of the Detective Inspector - one Joseph Chandler, if his memory serves him correctly.

And it always does.

The office is at least marginally warmer if not a great deal brighter, a fact that he can appreciate after the steady drip of water down the nape of his neck that has left him chilled through, and he busies himself for a moment with wiping down the offered chair with a disinfecting wipe before taking a seat. His gaze lifts at last to settle upon the man behind the desk, noting with some interest that no hand is being offered to shake in greeting - it was always difficult to explain the unintended breach of etiquette when he flatly refused to return the gesture, so its absence is received with no small amount of gratitude.

"Detective Inspector, my name is James Starkey," he begins briskly, voice low in the relative quiet, elegant fingers brushing at an imaginary piece of lint upon his sleeve. He casts a cursory glance about him before meeting eyes that studied him with something that vaguely resembled suspicion - well-founded, if the details of the situation are anything near to what he's been told.. "I'm here at the request of a mutual acquaintance - an Agent Wingfield. He might have told you to expect me?"

@detectivechandler

[miserableworm]

Aphrodisiac!

★ sypnosis - giving him an aphrodisiac wasn't your best idea...

★ tags - childe x fem!reader, alhaitham x fem!reader, wriothesley x fem!reader, smut (mdni), aphrodisiac, established relationship, oral receiving, mentions of overstimulation, handcuffs, rough sex

CHILDE

Despite being under the influence of an aphrodisiac that would normally drive him to pleasure himself, something about you made him want nothing more than to please you instead.

"God you drive me insane..."

Your legs were spread wide open before him, invitingly wet and ready for his touch. He could feel your heat radiating off your body as he gazed at your dripping pussy; it was almost too much for him to bear!

But instead of diving right in like any normal man might do under these circumstances, When held back... teasingly soaking up every drop of moisture with his tongue while watching you squirm beneath him helplessly.

"Stop teasing me.." you whined

His hot breath fanned across your sensitive skin - enough to make it tingle but not quite enough stimulation yet... His hands gripped tightly onto your thighs as if locking them down so that no one else could come between them during this intimate moment shared only by the two of you...

And then finally – after what felt like an eternity – those delicious lips parted once more and plunged deep into the heart-shaped depths below…

"You taste so fucking good.."

It didn't take long before you had your first orgasm. "Aw my pretty baby is already cumming?"

"Oh but we're not done yet... you can take it, right?" He purred huskily against wet flesh before diving back in again without waiting for an answer.

He's completely pussy drunk.

ALHAITHAM

As Alhaitham's normally stoic demeanor began to slip away under the influence of an aphrodisiac, he found himself unable to resist your advances. Your every touch sent shivers down his spine and ignited a fire within him that he couldn't control.

You were like a siren calling to him, drawing him closer with each passing moment. He could feel the heat emanating from your body as you pressed yourself against him – it was intoxicating!

"Need you so bad..."

Despite his initial hesitation, Alhaitham gave in to his desires and took you roughly against the wall behind you... His hands gripped tightly onto your hips while he thrust deep inside of you over and over again... His breathing became labored as sweat dripped down both of your bodies.

"w-wait.. slow down.. I can't.. ah!"

"One more," he panted between kisses along your neckline before plunging deeper still into the depths below... "I know you can take more.." With each word spoken by this usually reserved man came another thrust from his hips - faster now than ever before.

You and Alhaitham were fully aware that 'one more' is just a lie...

WRIOTHESLEY

Wriothesley was a man of few words, but when he spoke, it was with an air of command that left no room for argument. As the aphrodisiac took hold and his normally stoic demeanor began to slip away, so too did any semblance of restraint.

He grabbed you roughly by the wrists and pulled you closer - handcuffs clinking softly as they secured your hands behind your back. His lips crashed down onto yours in a fierce kiss that left no doubt as to who was in charge here tonight...

His hands roamed freely over every inch of exposed skin while his hips ground against yours – teasingly close yet never quite connecting fully until finally... With one powerful thrust forward, Wriothesley buried himself deep inside of you

"you feel me in you?" he pressed down onto the bulge on your stomach. "t-too much ngh.."

"isn't this what you wanted? no turning back now. You're mine tonight," Wriothesley growled into your ear as he roughly pulled you closer by the wrists. "And I'm going to make sure you remember it."

His rough hands gripped tightly onto your hips as he pounded into you without mercy or hesitation...

[bugboi01]

Little Bird

touch starved! reader x yandere batfam (Bruce focused)

(A/N, thank you all so much for the support! Feel free to drop a request or ask me to tag you whenever I post something new!)

TW: Mentioned depression/neglect, manipulation, kidnapping

It took you a while to get used to the Waynes. At first, you were resistant. Anyone would be after being kidnapped by some random rich family, but you eventually began to lower your guard. While the circumstances weren't... ideal, the Waynes had been nothing but respectful since you were kidnapped.

Three months had passed before anyone touched you. You were half asleep in your bed, the chill of the room making you want to stay bundled up for as long as possible. There was a gentle knock at your door, and in walked Bruce with a gentle smile.

"Good morning, birdie," he cooed, sitting down on your bed and caressing your cheek. He found it adorable how you buried yourself under the blankets but made a note to get a heater for your room. You couldn't help but lean into the warm touch, craving the affection and heat. Bruce's smile widened at the sight.

"M-morning..." you murmured, still unsure how to address the man who had taken you away from everything you had known. Bruce had made it clear he wanted you to call him Dad or at least think of him as a father figure. Not that you had much experience with those. Both your mother and father had worked constantly in order to pay rent, which wasn't their fault, but it still left you feeling lonely.

This whole thing was making your emotions all weird. Sometimes, you would hate them. Other times, you would crave their reassurance. They all just made it so easy to talk to them. And now Bruce was giving you affection like you were one of his kids. If it was wrong, why did it feel so nice? You couldn't help the little whine you let out when Bruce tried to pull his hand away, face flushing with embarrassment at his chuckle.

"Shhh, birdie. I'm not going anywhere," Bruce whispered sweetly, carefully pulling you into his lap along with a blanket so you don't get cold. He held you close, gently rocking you like a baby until your eyes began to flutter closed once more. You fall back asleep to the sound of his gentle humming.

[thewidowsledger]

The Call

Chapter 7: Eyes On Me | 2.1k

© thewidowsledger - DO NOT REPUBLISH AND PLAGIARISE

Pairings: Ex-Russian Agent Natasha Romanoff x Senior S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent Female Reader

Summary: You were supposed to take her out—the infamous Black Widow—Natasha Romanoff. The S.H.I.E.L.D. has been keeping an eye on her for a while now and for some reason, another high-ranking agent as you was sent to get the mission done. But then, he made a different call leading the mission to be here in front of you, soon to be a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.

Tags | Warnings: 18+ sexual tension, flirting, making out due to...some circumstances...

Author's Note: Happy Birthday to the father of my children and to my daddy😜✊ final chapter to be posted in an hour🫶

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It had been months since Natasha returned under you. And you have never been happier, especially you two are back having lunch together. You never gave her a hard time again with work, you slowly caved in, but she received a handful from you from accepting missions from your father.

And now, both of you are assigned on a mission together as partners since she's moving further to Clint's level.

"Hey Y/N, how's it going? You good there?" the redhead's voice crackled through the comm.

"I'm working on it," you muttered into your comm, trying to sound composed. "I'm fine, what does it look like out there?"

The redhead's response made you pause. "Boring without you." You could practically hear the smile in her voice, even though the security cameras failed to capture her full beauty. You shifted your gaze back to the main screen, scanning the files for the necessary intel.

"I see her," you said, watching the monitor as the target approached. It was the wife of a wealthy, well-connected, and definitely not law-abiding citizen who was profiting off of all the art present at the auction, both real and counterfeit. "That's your cue, spider."

She groaned, her voice coming through your headset. "Come on, you know I'm terrible at this," she complained.

You couldn't help yourself, a smirk creeping into your voice as you continued your work. "Terrible? I've seen you flirt Natasha. Up close," you added.

Natasha quietly said, "Let me," retrieving a sparkling glass of champagne for the lady.

You listened to their open comms, hearing the subtle flirting and small talk. The target drank up the compliments Natasha shamelessly lavished upon her, batting her eyes in response.

The target asked, "Are you here to buy one of the works of art?"

Natasha paused, and you knew exactly what she was doing. She was looking down at her feet, then slowly raising her gaze, raising a cool brow; "I see only one masterpiece worth anything right in front of me."

You rolled her eyes at that. "That was terrible."

"Miss Romanoff!" The target's laughter filled the air as she playfully shoved Natasha, but the contact lingered, her hand resting on Natasha's bicep. You watched the moment unfold through the visual feed.

You couldn't resist reminding her to be mindful, "Rein it in, Natalia." You didn't expect an answer since she couldn't respond with the target present. However, you heard her chuckle, enjoying herself far too much.

Natasha then inquired, "Although, should I be worried about the masterpiece on your finger?"

The target displayed a massive diamond, a sparkling band, a symbolically sea-stained masterpiece akin to the space stone you sought.

"Oh," the target tucked her hair back, displaying a hint of shyness. "I...uhm...my husband and I are together by name, I suppose. But he could name the inventory number of this piece before he could remember my middle name," she admitted.

"What a disservice to such a beautiful woman."

You keyed in her commands and watched as the data transfer began. It felt slower than it usually did. "Too much, Natalia, too much."

"And what service should a beautiful woman like me have?"

Your brows raised. You could respect the target for going after what she wanted. It just wasn't allowed to be Natasha.

"How about..." Natasha paused, her stance shifting. Unseen by the camera, you knew the target's hand, hidden by their closeness at the bar, was likely slipping against Natasha's hand, attempting to extract her room key. "I meet you in 20 minutes and show you?"

You watched intently, your finger tapping anxiously against the desk with each step the target made towards the elevators. You manually switched cameras to follow her and couldn't help feeling compelled, observing her every move. The target stepped onto the elevator and began primping, adjusting her hair and dress in front of the mirror.

"Meet you up there?"

You couldn't help but playfully tease her, "Don't you have a hot date waiting for you upstairs? I wouldn't want to interrupt."

"Come on, I got the key, didn't I?" Natasha laughed, sounding more like herself as she loosened the buttons on her suit.

You mimicked her earlier words in a thick, drawling tone, repeating, "What a disservice to such beautiful woman."

"Yeah, okay, it was a little much. But it got the job done."

"Toying with the poor woman's heart, Natalia?" You let out a faint laugh as the data transfer completed. You stood, "this job has changed you."

"Hey," she sounded offended, she obviously looked down at her shirt to speak directly into the mic in her collar. "You know you're the only woman for me. And please stop with the government name, please? You're scaring me." Natasha whined.

You huffed, ignoring the heat flushing you cheeks. "Your little pick up lines won't work on me, you realize."

"I realize," She paused for an effect. "They're true when they're for you."

"Luckily the target craves flattery like her husband craves the tesseract," You mused as you headed to an elevator. A freight elevator, but still. "I'll try not to startle your girlfriend."

Okay, maybe you were laying it on a little thick, now.

But Natasha laughed loudly, having the elevator to the lavish suite all to herself. "Well I hope she doesn't mind that I invited my wife."

You rolled your eyes, knowing she could sense the smile lurking beneath your exasperation. She was too charming for her own good, and it both annoyed and delighted you.

⧗

You spoke into your earpiece, seemingly to yourself, "Eyes on me?"

"They've never left." Natasha's voice came through, warm and mischievous.

"Tasha." You fought the urge to smile amidst the opulent room, surrounded by art and a-list partygoers. You moved through the crowd, playing the role of an admirer and making a show of appreciating the decor.

You had argued that Natasha would be the better choice to actually roam the party, with her talkative and charming demeanor. She could easily extract clues from attendees about the target, the husband of the earlier target. However, you felt your ability to blend in visually while staying quiet could prove useful, much like you did now, close enough face-wise to another family of guests that a fake name allowed you entry into the party without question.

"Anything yet?" Natasha spoke through the comms from her position at the coat check-in, hoping to get an early look at everyone in attendance.

You took a sip from your untouched glass of champagne, pretending to enjoy it delicately. "No word," you responded. "Any sightings?"

"I've seen the wife, I had to hide. That's no easy not gonna lie, but no sign of her husband himself," Natasha muttered back.

You heard her accept the coat of another guest in your ear and slipped around a corner.

"Oh, he's here."

You heard Natasha accepting another coat, and you slipped around a corner. When she mentioned the target's presence, you gently pulled at the skirt of your dress, moving more briskly through the party toward the coat closet. Taking advantage of the loosened vent panel Natasha had left for you, you slipped through the back, entering the coat closet undetected.

"Good evening, sir," you heard Natasha greet warmly.

"If I see a speck of dirt on that—" the target huffed at Natasha immediately.

"Of course, sir," Natasha responded and probably even smiled at the asshole. "Nothing but the best."

"Prick," You muttered under your breath as you closed and locked the study door behind you and made your way to the corner of the room and up the bookshelf.

"Don't make me laugh, I have to be serious," Natasha slightly hissed.

Well you did your best to keep a straight face and not laugh too, it was hard with Natasha as your partner. You slithered up the shelves into the vent, gritting your teeth at the cramped fit. The old house and its miserable ventilation were less than ideal, but at least modern H-Vac installations made them manageable. As you settled in the vent, you asked, "Meet you in there?"

"I've never had the opportunity to sneak off to the coat closet before," Natasha teased as she made her way away from the front entrance and into the walk-in closet.

Your banter continued as you made your way one room across, replying, "Oh, I've seen you sneak out a lot, spider."

"I'm gonna pretend you didn't just say that."

You let out a genuine laugh, finally reaching your destination. Popping out of the vent and catching the cover, you peeked your head out. "Got me?" you asked, Natasha poised to catch you. As you slid down from the duct, still wearing your slippery silk dress, she caught you in her arms like a princess from a fairy tale.

As she bounced you in her arms, making you laugh again, she jested, "Miss, if you needed your coat, you could have just asked."

"This way was faster," you shook your head as Natasha set you down in your stocking feet. Moving through the room, you tiptoed quietly behind her. "Ugh, men like this need to learn that less cologne is more," you commented.

Natasha sighed as she pulled the coat off the rack, agreeing about the cologne, adding, "I know, I feel like it's all over my hands." She checked the real coat pockets, finding them empty, then moved to the lining, explaining, "Nothing at all in the real pockets, but I thought there might be something in the lining."

You ran your hands over both sides of the heavy wool and its satin lining. It was a beautifully made garment, and Natasha was right to be suspicious of the pockets. "In the side, here."

Natasha held it taut for you as you pulled the slit of your dress upward. She averted her eyes, blushing as your reached up to the inside of your thigh.

You shook your head at it as you retrieved the knife you had snuck in. Natasha had quite an innocent side to her—a belief in chivalry even though she is a woman herself, of sorts, even in your line of work.

"Where is that coat girl?!"

"Shit," Natasha cursed, frantically hanging the coat back on the rack. Despite being quite a distance from their exit point and the front doors already open, she apologized, her voice tinged with urgency. "Sorry–c'mere."

You barely had time to ask why she had apologized before she pulled you in, her arm wrapping around your waist. You closed your eyes as your lips met hers, intentional or not, a moan escaped from you.

"Who's in here?!"

Natasha moaned against you in response, her hands roaming to your bare shoulders. She moved her body sensuously, deliberately shaking the coat racks on either side of you as a cover for your movement.

A loud voice demanded, "What are you doing?!" One of the house's main staff shone a flashlight at Natasha, prompting her to quickly come up with an excuse.

"Uh, s-sorry, Boss!" she stuttered, hastily turning around and making a show of wiping your lipstick off her skin.

The flashlight bounced around as you made an effort to pull out a few stray hairs from your immaculate bun. The butler scowled, pointing his flashlight at you, scolding, "I do not—Madam!"

You raised a cool brow at him as you dabbed at your lips delicately, maintaining your composure.

The butler immediately bowed to you, apologizing profusely, "I-I-I am terribly sorry to disturb you," before quickly turning down his flashlight and scrambling out of the room.

Both of you waited for a count of five before letting out a breath of relief, your hearts still racing. Natasha sighed, placing a hand on her pounding heart. She glanced at you as you tucked back the hair you had just pulled out, and she apologized, "Sorry to, uh, jump you like that."

You cleared your throat, grateful for the darkened room that hid your glowing cheeks. "It was quick thinking, although I'm sure the staff are already gossiping about the heiress of a prestigious Sokovian family making out with a coat check girl."

Natasha shrugged, "Well, maybe she was just a very charming coat check girl." She pulled the coat off the hanger once again. "Round two?"

You rolled your eyes as you retrieved your knife, readying yourself to cut open the coat seam and find the target's secret dossier of information about the whereabouts of the tesseract. It gave you a task to focus on, attempting to ignore the fact that you were breathing a bit heavier after that kiss.

[seethesin]

green eyed monster

pairing: Vampire!Hazel Callahan x F!Monster Hunter!Reader

tags/warnings: sexual content, hazel & reader are 18+, supernatural/vampire au, jealous!reader, teasing, blood kink, biting, praising, fingerfucking, clitoral stimulation (18+, mdni)

a/n: sequel to vampires everywhere! enjoy 😌

Ever since you met Hazel in her mausoleum, you couldn't get enough of her. It was against your nature to let her roam free, but how were you supposed to dispatch her when she was mouthing your cunt like it was the only thing keeping her on this earth? You never experienced a fraction of the pleasure she provided before and selfishly, you allowed whatever this... situationship was to continue.

"You know, this place was not what I was expecting."

For a bar dedicated to monsters, you were anticipating something more… monstrous. Instead, The Last Drop looked and felt like any nightclub you’ve had the pleasure of attending. Vampires, werewolves, ghouls, and everything in between coexisted here peacefully. No one was sloppy and miraculously, no one started a fight. You deferred your inquisitive gaze to Hazel, wordlessly asking for her validation of your observation.

Instead, she was bobbing her head along to some unnaturally sounding house music, grin wide as she nodded over the bartender. There were no words, just a cacophony of noises and beats that pumped through the sound system.

It wasn’t your place to judge her music taste, no matter how bombastic.

“Oh it’s great in here,” she replied joyfully, starting a tab for the both of you. She was still nodding her head around and if your circumstances were different, it would have been endearing.

Ironically, you two were under the guise of a ‘couple.’ More specifically, a vampire and her willing feeder. The idea of it made you gag, but it seemed like the best way for you to get in without being swarmed.

Hazel's arm draped loosely over your back, hand sprawled on your barstool to cage you to her side. Her actions could be read as either possessive or protective—both serving as a reminder that you were now in the belly of the beast. You didn’t resist and instead, leaned in closer.

“What do you want to drink?” Hazel asks and you shift your attention back to her and the undead bartender already reaching for two cups. His skin was deathly pale and his veins were completely visible. There were gashes on his arms and a chunk of his skull was missing. The thought of his bodily fluids accidentally dripping into your cup made you shudder. You looked away quickly, more focused on picking around the skin of your nails.

“Surprise me.”

Hazel nods, looking back at the bartender.

“Okay, Randy. Give me a bloody mary and whiskey sour.” You scrunch your nose, elbowing Hazel gently in the side.

“Whiskey sour?” you parrot incredulously. She begins to giggle before pulling you in closer. Her hand grips your thigh; a warning to those around you both as to who you came with and who you will be leaving with.

It makes your clit throb.

“Because you’re such a sourpuss.” You roll your eyes and Hazel takes your reaction as a tiny victory. "Loosen up!"

But that was the thing. You couldn’t.

You still had a job to do, one that required the vampire’s assistance. You were here to collect a bounty for a renowned werewolf named Nimue. The payout was too great to ignore, even after splitting it in half with Hazel. Thankfully through the grapevine a la The Last Drop, Hazel had a contact that knew more.

That contact was in the form of her ex-girlfriend.

To specify further, Hazel's werewolf ex-girlfriend, Stella-Rebecca.

Apparently, she knew everything there was to know about your target: what she liked, how she spoke, the demeanor she held. Her expansive knowledge would be appreciated, especially when a few million dollars was on the line.

"What type do ya want?" Randy's gravelly voice cuts through your thoughts and you bring your gaze between him and Hazel. "Or do you just want it from her?"

He gestures to you and you stare at them both. Suddenly, the insinuation becomes clear and you jerk back in surprise.

"You take your bloody mary with actual blood?"

Hazel deadpans to you, brows quirked upward.

"How else would I take my bloody mary?"

Randy cackles, delighted at your naivety. He presses a glass cup into a fountain behind the counter, filling it partially with coagulated blood.

"No antigens for you, eh, Hazel?" She smirks, shrugging simply as he adds vodka, juices, and a few sauces and spices you can't make out into the glass. He connects it to a shaker, shaking roughly before pouring it out into a cup.

"I'll take what I can get."

It only takes a minute or two more for both of your drinks to be finished. You drink yours easily, but can't help your curiosity as you watch Hazel suck down the nasty combination. A whiskey sour was definitely the way to go.

Back to business. "Alright, what does Stella-Rebecca look like?"

Hazel gives a throaty hum, putting her cup down.

"She's a brunette: short, curvy, and—oh."

"What?"

"She's uh, she's already here."

"What?" Quickly, you scan the bar around you for a woman with any of the traits Hazel described. "Where?"

"Right there." Hazel's hand is on your hip, guiding you towards the right where the door is.

Stella-Rebecca was a smokeshow.

She walked with an air of confidence. Her head was held high, as her black heels clicked on the hardwood floor. She wore a form fitting, flattering emerald green dress with a black clutch wrapped around her wrist. Her full face of makeup was immaculate and Hazel needed to tug you back to keep you from gaping like a lunatic.

“She’s your ex?” you ask in a high pitched whisper, peeling more laughter from the vampire’s throat.

“Yes ma’am.”

“She’s—” Incredible. The silent compliment hangs on your tongue, but Hazel didn’t have to read your mind to know what you were thinking. It makes her smile as she watches Stella-Rebecca slide into the empty barstool next to her.

“Oh my gosh, Hazel! It’s been like, forever since I’ve seen you!”

She leans forward, snatching Hazel into a hug by her shoulders. The tight grip makes Hazel's eyes go wide and you can't help but smirk. For a split second, you wonder which of them would win a fight, one-on-one.

Stella-Rebecca lets her go and immediately, her attention is on you. You anticipated a dirty look or a roll of her eyes, but instead, she flashed you a bright, toothy smile. Your heartbeat stutters—no wonder why Hazel dated her. She's pretty and nice.

"And who is this adorable thing?" She simpers, tone genuinely sweet as she leans closer to get a better look at you.

You introduce yourself quickly, taking mental note of how unnaturally her brown eyes glowed in the dim lighting. She goes to shake your hand after introducing herself and you can feel her manicured, claw-like nails against your skin. Past instances with werewolves never lasted this long and that fact alone unnerved you.

Hazel's grinning at your exchange and you suddenly feel very anxious. Your hands weave together, thumbs bouncing off one another as Stella-Rebecca turns her attention back to the vampire.

"I like her, Haze."

Haze. Something about the familiarity of that pet name makes your stomach turn. Your blood thumps against your ears and you bite down on the inside of your lip.

"There's a lot to like," Hazel muses charmingly, causing the other girl to giggle as if Hazel was referring to her. Flush crawls up your neck to the tips of your ears. You didn't want to admit it, but you were jealous of their relationship. Even if they weren't dating anymore, they acted as if they were picking up from where they left off.

"I appreciate you came by on such short notice, Stella-Rebecca," You interject quickly, catching both girls off guard. Hazel quirks a brow at you, staring intently into your eyes. After a moment, a ghost of a smile tugs on her lips.

She knows.

Blunt fingernails dig into your hip, pulling you even closer. Hazel wears a devil-may-care smile as she turns back to Stella-Rebecca.

"What can you tell us about Nimue?"

Thank god for Stella-Rebecca.

Seriously.

Every question you and Hazel asked she answered completely and swiftly. You weren't sure if there was a personal vendetta between her and Nimue, but Stella-Rebecca did not hold back with each answer she gave. With the information you collected through a series of voice memos, you felt more confident than ever in your mission.

However, it seemed like you held back the entire interrogation. Your jaw was perpetually clenched every time Hazel and Stella-Rebecca laughed over an inside joke or reminisced on old memories. Your palms ached from the constant half-moons you dug into your skin. The way they looked at each other held so much history that it made you nauseous.

You didn't speak during the car ride back to your home, nor did you say anything to each other once you stepped inside. Luckily for Hazel, you had already invited her in previously. She was able to follow you in without leaking blood from every orifice of her body.

Your carpets get to live another day.

"Is there uh," Hazel starts, watching as you settle onto your sofa and scroll through the dozens of voice memos you recorded from earlier this evening. "Anything you want to talk about?"

"Nope." Your lips purse at the end, popping audibly. "Maybe you should ask your girlfriend if she wants to talk."

Hazel approaches you slowly like one would a cornered animal. Her footsteps are light and you were convinced you saw her smile through your peripherical vision.

"You know I can read your mind, right?"

You don't respond.

"So that means I know what you're thinking."

"What am I thinking then, Hazel?" you finally snip, causing her grin to grow. You blink and she's already leaned forward, centimeters from your face. Her breath fans against your lips and reflexively, your tongue darts out to wet them.

She chuckles.

"You've been thinking about how much you want me," she purrs, her lids heavy as she stares at your mouth. She wasn't wrong and it makes you grit your teeth. Blush dusts your cheeks and you glare at her.

"Fuck you."

"We could if you'd stop being a sourpuss."

Your hands connect to Hazel's shoulders and you shove her down onto the sofa. You crawl on top of her, straddling her hips before leaning in to kiss her. Hazel's sneering into your kiss, swallowing your lips before flickering her tongue in between them.

The air around you turns ten degrees warmer around you and you paw at one another. Both of you shed your clothing, ripping layer upon layer from your bodies and discarding them on the floor.

Hazel is now sitting up, back pressed against the cushions as you remain mounted on her lap. Her mouth is between your breasts: kissing, biting, and sucking the delicate skin to the point of drawing blood. Her dexterous tongue laps it up eagerly, causing a string of moans to squeeze from your throat. Her dominant hand slips underneath the waistband of your underwear as her middle and ring fingers rub against your slit.

"Were you this wet all night?" she whispers against your chest and you don't respond.

Instead, you weave your fingers through her brown tresses. Once they're ingrained, you give her hair a firm tug, making her grunt. It's enough of an answer for her and she buries the digits easily into your cunt, humming in pleasure. You straighten, lifting your hips just enough to give Hazel more room.

"Good girl." Your eyes squeeze shut at the praise while another moan bubbles from your chest. "Can you continue being good for me tonight?"

You nod. Hell, she could have asked you to streak around your neighborhood in that husky voice and you would have nodded until your neck snapped.

As a reward, her fingers curl inside you, pressing against your fleshy walls and you whine. Your hips grind down further on Hazel's hand, greedily stealing as much friction as you can. Her other hand grips the fat of your ass, keeping you still while her lips meander up to your neck. A playful but stern bite comes soon after and you gasp, pushing your hips into hers. Hazel's fangs pierce your skin and her tongue washes over your skin to soothe the damage.

"Fuck, Hazel," you sputter, burying her face between your breasts as your knees begin to dig into her hips. You're so close. "Touch my clit too, baby."

Her laughter vibrates against your chest and she dutifully complies. You feel her thumb brushing against your clit as she continues to fuck you. The sensations begin to overwhelm you and involuntarily, your body starts to shudder.

"Like this, princess?" You don't trust your voice and instead nod, soon realizing that she couldn't see you doing so.

After a moment, you choke out a: "Feels so good."

"Then you'll love this." Her lips latch onto your nipple and your eyes roll back as soon as you feel her suck.

Hazel was right.

You cum with a shout, your body going rigid as you grip her hair for dear life. Her hand on your ass loosens so that you can wriggle your hips and ride out the remainder of your orgasm. Slowly, you find yourself coming back to reality. You hear Hazel's lips smack together as they pull away from your breast. A lazy, impish smile tugs at her lips as she stares up at you.

"Feeling better?"

You're still panting, eyes fluttering open as you hold onto Hazel's shoulders. Slowly, you lift your hips to allow Hazel to pull her hand back. Her slick-covered fingers are already in her mouth and unabashedly, you watch her suck them clean.

"Better," you agree, tilting Hazel's head up. She looks up at you and eagerly accepts the kiss you press on her lips. You last like that for a few moments longer before you break the kiss.

"You know," she starts and your brows arch expectantly. "If this is how you get when you're jealous—"

"Do not finish that sentence, Haze."

The both of you blink in surprise, not expecting the nickname to sound so natural coming out of your mouth. You can't stop yourself from blushing and Hazel cups your face, forcing you to look at her. She beams before peppering more kisses against your skin.

"You keep calling me that and I'll do anything you want."

"Anything?" Hazel nods curtly and your fingers wrap around her wrists. She watches you intently as you contemplate your next sentence. A wave of confidence washes over you suddenly and you look her right in the eyes.

"I want you to take me out after we find Nimue and collect her bounty."

Obviously, Hazel was not anticipating this request by the way her eyes widened. She recovers quickly, blinking away her shock before grinning dumbly.

"Like... on a date date?"

You can't help but giggle at the childish wonder in her voice.

"Yes, Haze, a real date."

She yanks you forward into an embrace and you realize now just how cold her bare body is. You shiver as her hands slide up your naked back, the steel of her rings searing your skin.

"I think I already have some ideas."

[imbaebi]

Black dress.

ִֶָ࣪☾. 김 승민 —

paring: introverted nonidol!seungmin x fem!oc

tags: Suggestive🩷, club romance, strangers to lovers, slight angst?

warnings: suggestive context(implied sex but no smut!), make out & one night stand, creepy guy, name calling(oc is called a bitch /neg), jealouy if you squint, drinking, partying(at a club). Tell me if I missed some!!

wc / cc : 3.9k / 22k

synopsis —---

Seungmin, finally decides to come out of his comfort shell even if it was under... circumstances. Now what happens when he fucks up and forgets to do one thing? What is he supposed to do now?

—-- ⪩⪨⪩⪨

This outing was supposed to be relaxing...

    Seungmin sighed and signaled the bartender, Roeun for another drink. This was going to be his fourth cocktail so he was a bit tipsy but mostly sober. He originally came here with Hyunjin and Bangchan but those two were swept to the dance floor by two pretty girls so now he was alone.

    Roeun slid the drink across the counter towards him and Seungmin nodded his head as a way of saying thanks. Seungmin brought the drink to his lips, the sweet cool liquid hit his tongue and throat satisfyingly. He finished the drink pretty quickly and was about to order something else, when Roeun tsked at him.

    Roeun, basically knew Seungmin and his friends since they were here every other weekend—like how single men were. And every weekend his friends would go flirt with girls while Seungmin drunk the night away. Did this guy have no social life?

    “What's your deal?” Roeun asked him.

    Seungmin was definitely taken aback, he definitely didn't know Roeun enough to have beef with him nor did he remember doing anything to him...

    “What do you mean?”

    “Everytime you come here with your friends you always end up alone, drinking your sad social life away. Why?” Seungmin felt a bit offended but what could he do? Roeun was speaking the truth... He didn't have to answer to him since he was just the bartender, it wasn't like they were friends or something.

    But it wasn't his fault. It's not like he enjoyed coming to the club, his friends just started dragging him out here. He simply just got used to the loudness and amount of people that were here. Not saying that he was able to approach anyone after getting used to it... This is what happens when you bring your introverted friends to a public place and then just leave them alone. ...He couldn't blame his friends though—those girls were pretty, who could resist trying to charm them?

    “Not going to answer?” Another tsk. Roeun stared at Seungmin for a moment before speaking again. “Tell you this... I won't let you buy another drink unless your bring a girl over—or guy, however way you swing.”

    Bring a girl over? Who did Roeun think he was? He couldn't sweet talk a girl like Bangchan did or pull someone just by being drop dead gorgeous like Hyunjin. Seungmin frowned.

    “Chop chop, Seungmin. We don't have the whole night. Oh and maybe lose the frown? You're a good looking guy but we don't need people thinking you're mad at them.”

    Seungmin sighed and got up. Roeun sent him two thumbs up as support. Seungmin didn't have any intention to actually find a girl to talk to, that was too big of a step for an introvert like him. He'd rather just walk around a bit and just watch people. He stuffed his hands in his pocket and looked onto the dance floor. He saw Bangchan who was dancing with some brunette. He didn't see Hyunjin though. Ah nevermind, there he was—Hyunjin was at one of the tables making out with a Blondie. Seungmin felt a twinge of jealousy but he tried his best to force it away. He didn't need that right now but how could he not feel that after someone just pointed out how sad his life was. He wished he could at least get someone's attention...

    Seungmin walked over to a quieter part of the club, kind of regretting it though since that seemed like the hot place couples decided on making out at, which was gross. He tried to avert his eyes away but unfortunately everywhere he looked, someone was shoving their tongue down someone's throat. He closed his eyes for a second debating if he should continue his exploring of the club or if he should just head back to Roeun and beg to call this whole thing off. Seungmin opened his eyes and right as he did, he bumped into someone. Well more like this someone ran straight into his chest. Reflexively, he caught the person and looked down at them, it was a woman with a short black dress. The first thing he noticed were her wide eyes, she looked shakened.

    “Are you okay, Miss?” He asked.

    “Help me,” She pleaded. “Some guy is following me. Could you like pretend to be my boyfriend or something?”

    That's when Seungmin noticed this guy who had his hair slicked back, he looked rather annoyed. His eyes searched for a few seconds before they landed on them. Seungmin panicked a bit and held her close, his hands around her waist but keeping it respectful. He prayed that the guy with slicked back hair would just go away. Unfortunately though his prayer wasn't answered. The man walked right up toward them.

    “Hey, pretty. Why were you running?” The man had the audacity to ask, just straight up ignoring Seungmin's presence.

    “I don't think she wants to talk to you.” He gritted his teeth.

    “Oh yeah? What are you, her boyfriend?”

    “Yes, actually.” He answered without hesitation. The man was silent for a moment, he hadn't expected that.

    “You're really lucky you get to have that bitch.” he said before he turned around. Seungmin felt angry, how dare he just call this women a bitch and then walk off? He had almost forgotten he was even holding the woman by the waist if it weren't for her small sigh of relief. He released her, and placed his hands in his pockets awkwardly.

    “Are you okay?”

    “Yeah.. just a little shaken up. He had been following me all over the club.” She said. “Thank you for helping me.”

    “It was no problem.” He assured. He took a tiny moment to register her face. She was pretty.. like really pretty.

    “How about I buy you a drink?” Seungmin managed to say without stuttering. And then he quickly added, “It'll help calm you nerves..”

    He wasn't sure if he could face rejection right now, so he used the 'it'll calm your nerves' card. The woman smiled at him a bit.

    “Okay. Nothing too strong though.”

    The two walked over to the bar; Roeun was rather surprised to see that Seungmin had actually brought someone over. And so quickly too...

    “Hi! What can I get you two?” Roeun asked, switching into bartender mode.

    Seungmin turned to the girl he was with—she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

    “Tequilla sunrise, please.”

    “I'll have the same.”

    “Two tequila sunrises coming right up.” Roeun turned and began grabbing the liquor and orange juice to make the drinks.

    He noticed that the woman beside him was rather quiet than most girls he has been around. Maybe she was just shy...

    “We never really got to introduce ourselves. I'm Seungmin, and I'm twenty-four.” Seungmin spoke, starting a conversation.

    “I'm Haeun and I turned twenty-two a week ago.”

⪩⪨

    Haeun ended up staying at the club longer than she had planned, all because of a certain attractive man. Originally, she came here to celebrate her friend, Bora's birthday but Bora invited Haeun's ex and was all over him the whole night. Talk about fake friends... Then she noticed the creep following her. She was planning to leave but she was worried this guy would follow her outside, but Seungmin came to her rescue—now she spent the last hour with him, just chatting. Shy as she was, Seungmin was really easy for her to talk to. She wasn't sure why, because Seungmin was very good looking and she usually shuts down when speaking to anyone who interests her—maybe she was just tipsy... 

    Partying wasn't her scene, she'd rather stay home. But Seungmin had made it more enjoyable for her. She wanted to get to know him better and maybe they could become friends. Haeun rested her head on her hand and leaned on the bar counter, staring at Seungmin. Her brain felt a little foggy, perhaps the alcohol? He was currently talking about how he's been learning guitar for a couple years and other stuff but she was hardly listening, catching few words. She was suddenly remembering his hands on her waist earlier and how she felt safe with them around her... He looked so cute right now, as his eyes had lit up talking about something. What was it? Ah singing... She bet he sounded like an angel.. a sweet guardian angel. A familiar beat started to play through out the club, she perked up. It was one of her favorite songs.

    “Oh, what luck! I love this song.” She smiled softly. She stood up, and took his hand suddenly. “Come dance with meee!”

    Seungmin had followed her onto the dance floor, where Haeun let loose. She moved fluidly to the beat, relaxing even more. She was smiling and having the the time of her life.

⪩⪨

    Seungmin had let himself get dragged onto the dance floor, to be honest he hadn't been expecting that. Haeun looked so happy right now, he couldn't help but smile too—Haeun must really love this song. Seungmin danced by her side, the music getting to him. He was having fun, more fun than usual—the alcohol was definitely getting to him and it was definitely not because of her. A few songs passed and the two were still on the dance floor, surrounded in the crowd of other people. The next song changed the atmosphere—a little slower than the song playing before and way more spicy. Haeun swayed her hips mesmerizingly, already getting into the mood of the song. She looked attractive in the little black dress she was wearing.

    On the dance floor it was getting more crowded since the song changed so Haeun was pushed close against him. It caught him off guard for a second but he quickly recovered and put his hands on her waist a little hesitant at first but when she didn't react badly he kept them there; and instead of reacting in a way he thought she would, she began grinding against him slowly but still matching pace with the song. The heat that flooded through his body was intense, like someone had turned the heater on at max. It felt so... right. His hands slid lower to her hips before he could stop himself. She leaned her head on his chest and looked up at him—the look in her eyes made him question his restraint. Did she feel the increase of temperature too? They stared into ones eyes for a bit until the change of song made them both snap back to reality. Seungmin removed his hands from her hips and she took a couple steps away to give him some space.

    The air between them was still tight with electricity and want. Seungmin swallowed before following Haeun back to the bar. He watched as her hips swayed with each step, her black dress tight around her hips. She sat down on one of the bar stools, her dress that inched up her thigh slightly did not go unnoticed by him. He sat down next to her and tried to keep his eyes on her face. She made eye contact with him and smiled,

    “...That was fun.” Her little lip bite did not go unnoticed. This woman was driving him crazy!

    “Roeun, some fireball shots please.” He needed something to settle this feeling.

    “Fireball shots coming right up!” Roeun quickly made the shots and gave it to the two.

    Seungmin quickly down the shot, the burning feeling tingled inside his throat. Haeun did the same and downed her her shot too. He could feel the alcohol take over his senses. If he wasn't drunk already then he was definitely drunk now. He was about to ask Haeun if she wanted another shot when he caught her staring at the other side of him. Her lips carried a frown. Seungmin's eyebrows furrowed and turned to look at what she was looking at. It was a couple, they were giggling and pushing at each other—she was over clinging onto the man. The woman with the bob had a slight smug face as she glanced at Haeun before she kissed the guy's forehead.

    “Do you know them?” Seungmin asked. He had a worried look on his face, sobering up at the different mood radiating off Haeun.

    “Unfortunately I was invited to her birthday party.. that's my ex boyfriend and friend. Well ex friend now...” She rolled her eyes. “She's just trying to show off that she stole my ex but unlucky for her I don't have any feelings for that jerk.”

    He could tell that the sight of those two was getting to her. She huffed and glared at the bob girl. Seungmin placed his hand under her chin making her look at him, her eyes widen a bit at the sudden gesture.

    “You shouldn't focus on those two when I'm right here, Haeun.” He saw the small shiver that went through her, his eyes darken slightly.

    “Okay then...” She trailed with a slight smirk, staring at his lips. The familiar heat came over them, and it radiated off them; the bob woman and the ex came up to them unfortunately breaking the mood.

⪩⪨

    “Haeun~ You didn't tell me you brought a guest!” Bora smiled innocently—but Haeun knew she was checking him out with her beady eyes. She grimaced, feeling annoyed.

    “Chul said this was your boyfriend?” Her ex, Dowon spoke.

    “Chul?” She asked confused, who the fuck was Chul?

    “Somewhat tall guy with a mustache.” Dowon prompted.

    When Haeun showed no sign of recognition, he rolled his eyes. “He was wearing a grey button down and he has slicked back hair.”

    Haeun stiffened a bit. So her ex knew the creep from earlier...

    “So is this your boyfriend, Haeun?” He asked again.

    “Dowon—”

    “Yes, I am. What do you want?” Seungmin spoke before she could answer. The edge to Seungmin's voice told her he did not like Dowon at all.

    “How long have you two been dating?” Dowon narrowed his eyes. Bora began kissing his neck with a sly smile on her lips while staring right at Haeun, trying to get a reaction out of her. Dowon promptly ignored her kissing.

    “That is none of your business, yeah? You aren't with her anymore so fuck off.”

    The surprise was evident on Dowon but he masked it quickly with a glare. Haeun was also surprise but she didn't let it show, she was surprised by the way it made her feel.. inside. Dowon pushed Bora a bit to get her to stop kissing his neck. Dowon was about to speak again, when Seungmin stood up and pulled her up—he put his arm around her waist

    Haeun would be lying if she said she didn't find Seungmin being protective of her hot. And he had his hand on her waist again, bringing back the memories of before—making her not care at all about Bora and Dowon. They were nothing but mere thoughts in the back of her mind—right now she was too focused on the scent of his cologne and closeness...

“Let's go somewhere quiet, away from these jerks.” Seungmin shot them a glare before he whisked her away.

⪩⪨

    He led her to a part in the back of the club, a place he would go when he needed solitude. It was farther way from the speakers and had usually empty restrooms.

    Seungmin stopped walking and looked at her. Was she okay? She looked back at him, whatever discomfort and annoyance that was in her eyes earlier was gone. Her face flushed for whatever reason, making her look eatable. Seungmin shook the thoughts out of his head to focus and ask,

    “Are you alright, Haeun?”

    “...Yeah,” She answered quietly. Her eyes looked distracted. “Kinda...”

    Her husky voice, breathless. He felt a wave of that familiar heat.

    “...Kinda?”

    

    “What... What would you do if I were to kiss you right now?” She asked suddenly.

    Seungmin flushed lightly. What would he do if she kissed him right now? The thought of just feeling her lips made him burn inside.

    “How about we find out?” The sudden boldness from his strained voice caught them off guard. It was obvious since on the dance floor, a tension followed them both and did not ever free them from itself. A kiss was definitely what they both wanted, everything in them wanted it...

    So who were they to refuse their own desires? Seungmin grabbed her by the waist, something he found he enjoyed doing. He leant down and hesitated a moment, it wasn't because he was scared, he just wanted this kiss to be just right. Seungmin kissed her lips gently, instantly feeling the flames of desire ignite on his skin. It was electric, electric as the spark of electricity that went through them. Her fingers went to his hair, digging themselves into the locks of brown. The gentle kiss was turning into something more ravenous, her fingers went from his hair to his chest.

    He broke the kiss, both of them panting. He had almost forgotten that he was in a public club. Did she want more? He didn't want to do something she didn't want... As if hearing his thoughts,

    “Do you want to continue this somewhere else?”

    His eyes darken at her suggestive question. Seungmin bit his lip and without a word he led to the restrooms, they were usually empty as it was mentioned earlier. He guided her inside, locking the door behind them. He cornered her slight against the wall.

    “Are you sure? We don't have to if you're not comfortable.” He looked into her eyes.

    “Don't worry, I'm up for it.”

    Before he knew it, she pressed her lips onto his. The kiss was hungry, hungry after the intense spark of electricity that ran through them earlier. If they thought it couldn't get any hotter, they just proved themselves wrong. He pressed her against the wall, her hands roamed all over his chest and tugged at the buttons of his shirt. The intensity of the kiss was almost too much for them, they broke apart gasping for air. The gasping didn't take long because Seungmin had soon taken her lips again, this time licking her bottom lip for entry which she allowed, parting her mouth. He explored the new area briefly before they both started battling for dominence. Haeun went on her toes to get better access of succeeding their tongue battle, however Seungmin wasn't about to lose so easily. He pushed her back against the wall roughly without breaking the kiss and he shoved his knee between her thigh which made her squeak in surprise and reluctantly gave up and allowed him to take dominence. Excited, he was since he enjoyed being in charged.

    Seungmin broke the kiss, letting them both get some air. Seungmin looked in her eyes for a moment, the look was more vehement than when they were on the dance floor. He swallowed and moved his knee to balance himself a bit causing Haeun to whimper at the friction. Seungmin went and attacked her neck, sucking the soft skin—she tilted her head as he left kisses and bruises on her neck, making little sounds as he did so. Her hands went to his soft hair and entangled her fingers in it. She shut her eyes as he sucked on her sweet spots, she bit her lip surpressing any noises that were itching to come out. He went lower down her neck to her collarbone, leaving no place untouched. When he reached down to her cleavage that was uncovered by the black fabric of her dress—he made sure to kiss her chest before looking right into her eyes. The needy look in her eyes was enough to set him off and loose any type on restraint he had left.

    Soon her dress was bunched up to her waist and the clinking of of his belt was echoed through the restroom.

    Roeun stared at the two across the club with a knowing look. Haeun's disheveled hair and Seungmin's flushed face disclosed it all what they had been up to. He had never imagined that the two would fuck each other in the bathroom, Seungmin surprised him more and more this night.

    It was getting late, Haeun was sleepy after their prior activities. Seungmin was also feeling tired, after all they did have lots to drink and he did just get laid.

    “My Uber is here...” Haeun informed him.

    “I'll have to find my friends but I'll walk you outside first” He definitely wasn't going to let her walk outside the club by herself this late at night. She smiled softly, making him feel warm inside.

    He walked her outside and helped her find her Uber. He made sure she was safely in before saying goodnight and watching her go off. He went inside to find his friends, which didn't take long—Hyunjin and Bangchan were sitting at the bar, speaking to Roeun.

    Roeun was the first to notice Seungmin, a little knowing smirk curved his lips. Seungmin took a seat next to Chan and rested his head on the counter, his face flushed slightly. He was tired so he didn't want to deal with any teasing. He heard a glass slide towards him, he lifted his head.

    “Have some water, min.”

    Seungmin took the glass, sitting up. He yawned a bit before he sipped the water as his friends stared at him with raised brows, trying to figure out. ...So what did Roeun tell them?

    “Roeun was telling us...” Hyunjin started, staring at Seungmin intensely as if to figure out the truth by looking. “That you met a girl?”

    “And that you guys fucked in the restroom?” Chan added.

    Seungmin just sipped his water, ignoring the question which caused his friends eyebrows to raise. Was it really that shocking for them? He didn't really like that reaction, maybe he should start talking to more people. Chan and Hyunjin looked almost proud which made him feel worse.

    “Does it matter?” Seungmin asked tiredly after swallowing the liquid in his mouth.

    The three study him for a moment, what happened to their friend who kept to himself and who was this new guy?

    “Was she pretty?”

    “Yes. She was very pretty, hot even.” Her face engraved into his sleepy mind as he answered.

    “So?”

    So? Seungmin looked at Chan, what did he mean by that?

    “Did you get her number or was that like a one night stand?”

    One night stand? Number? That sentence woke him up almost instantly, filling him up with such a terrible feeling. How was it possible for him, Kim Seungmin, to forget such an important thing? He hadn't gotten her number... He frowned, he fucked up...

    “Can we talk about this another time? I want to just go home.”

    The three were rather surprised by his tired and slightly upset tone. Did something happen between their friend and this mystery girl?

    “Oh yeah... Sure.” Chan said awkwardly, not really knowing how to respond.

    The three left the club, Hyunjin and Seungmin shared an Uber since they both lived in the same apartment complex. Soon Hyunjin and Seungmin parted ways, him living on the floor above Hyunjin's.

    Seungmin unlocked his apartment door, stepping inside the quiet area. The silence made his thoughts loud, louder than he'd liked. So now what? He only knew her face and her first name, not like that would get him any leads on who she was. He covered his face with his hands, why was he such an idiot? The first girl that he genuinely had interest in and then he goes and messes up, forgetting to ask for her number. What was he supposed to do now? Call it a one night stand and forget about her?

[viperwhispered]

Random Emi & Jamemi thoughts

You can find more information on my yuusona Emi and her relationship with Jamil here on the masterlist.

I think once Emi and Jamil start dating, Emi would be kinda torn between wanting to let her friends know, and wanting to wait and see how long it’d take them to catch on.

Though some of them might kinda assume that they’re dating already, with how much time Jamil and Emi seem to be spending together on the Ramshackle repairs and all. Like it feels like Ace would definitely be on her case about it.

Still, Emi totally might just walk around campus hand in hand with Jamil and see if anyone notices & reacts (assuming Jamil's gonna be okay with the pda, at least). Or just casually drop it into conversation if it's relevant to the topic, but not before.

Poor Deuce is gonna be all confused, like was he supposed to know about this already?

Though, I can also imagine that there's gonna be a few people who will learn through Grim complaining about Jamil taking up Emi's time and attention and things like that - she wouldn't (and realistically, couldn't) keep the info from Grim, after all.

Like in the game & the novel, there is something going on that allows Emi to understand the language everyone speaks as soon as she arrives in Twisted Wonderland.

However, sometimes Emi will be saying something under her breath, or perhaps singing to herself, and Jamil realizes he can't understand the words - like whatever usually gives them the impression of speaking the same language just breaks for a moment.

It’s definitely a mixed feeling for Jamil.

On one hand, he’s getting a glimpse of Emi’s world and her language.

On the other hand, it’s absolutely terrifying to think about the spell breaking down and them suddenly not having a shared language to communicate with.

Got a little mishap on campus, or need something? Jamemi’s got you covered.

I mean, Jamil's the guy who apparently walks around with aluminum foil and soap sheets. While Emi's a bit more lightly packed (relatively speaking), she also tends to carry an assortment of helpful things, from safety pins to some medicines.

Basically, if someone gets a papercut, Jamil and Emi will both be ready to offer a bandaid - and Jamil will be the one with the disinfectant, too.

Also, if you voice a problem within their hearing, chances are one of them will not be able to resist the urge to offer you a solution - or tell you what you should've done, as it may be in Jamil's case.

Emi clings to her self-determination with tooth and nail - at least as much as she can in the circumstances. The way she dresses is definitely a part of that, as well - choosing what she wants, not what she should.

Part of that self-determination is that she does not like possessiveness in her relationships. Like, for a romantic relationship, in her view she is committed to being with someone, but she doesn't belong to anyone but herself.

It’s a fairly meaningful distinction for her, and a boundary she’ll hold on to.

Basically, I’m thinking of Jamil being all “I’m gonna make you mine”, trying to be all seductive, and Emi basically making a face. (Poor Jamil.)

If she chooses to let it slide, not wanting to bring down the mood too much, the response would be “I’m already yours”. If she’s feeling more assertive, though… Jamil’s probably gonna be hearing how she’s no one’s to own (or control), but she sure is with him and his partner.

Tagging @scint1llat3 @diodellet @moonyasnow and @bibi-cha

If anyone else would like to be tagged for Emi / jamemi, do let me know!

[synthetictorque]

Obliveon, The Vanishing Pokemon.

(Dark/Steel) Evolves from: Umbreon. Height: 3'03" Weight: 44.0 kg Obliveon are notoriously loyal yet lonesome Pokemon, having evolved iron fur to withstand the void in X-sector. Trainers that mistreat and betray an Obliveon are rumored to vanish under mysterious circumstances.

----- Obliveon's inspiration was my own character- Ennay, and the idea of Umbreon becoming a sort of receiving antennae for the Lord of Darkness. I also couldn't resist the pun name.

Behold: the Altonian Pokedex! I've been musing over posting these, and finally I am going to put these out occasionally! I don't know much about moves and abilities, so it's just the basics here!

I'd also recommend you check out @altontowersfireworks Alton fakemon too! They inspired me to actually post and continue to think about making these.

I'll be posting anything to do with this under the tag Pokemon enchant- and I highly encourage you to try making some yourself!!

[asteroiideae]

right before tiktok bit the dust, I saw a video asking what your *actual* first pokemon would be -- not a starter, but like -- if you were a bug catcher, or a lass, what would your environment give you as a first pokemon. my girlfriend and I decided to answer this question, and then add 'what if you added a pokemon every five years of your life - who were you then, and what were you doing?' SO NEW ASK GAME: from age 5-30 (or wherever you currently are in age) what would your pokemon be? so without any pomp or circumstance, here is my list. I'm working very hard to resist the urge to go dig up someone to commission to draw me with my 'mons now: age 5: Caterpie! I used to dig up these green caterpillar/worms under the playground equipment in kindergarten, and name them and stuff them into my pockets. So I think this has to be my actual first 'mon. It works out because I also actually really adore caterpie. (never evolves. purely as a fuck you to Misti in the anime.) age 10: Meowth! Listen. I've been an 85 year old cat lady at heart my whole life. I have never met a cat I couldn't get to warm up to me with enough patience. I surround myself with cats at any given opportunity -- so this was a must-have on my team. I needed a cat, and I have a bias towards the original pokemon, so Meowth it was. (probably evolved to a Persian by the end of this list tho.) age 15: Turtwig! This is inspired by a quarter-sized box turtle I rescued one summer while working at summer camp. I raised him to an adult size, and later released him into the woods behind my house. However, he would come sun himself on my back deck and beg for blackberries (his favorite treat!) So in honor of that turtle, I just had to go with Turtwig. age 20: Munchlax! Okay, so my early-to-mid twenties were just a blank space of depression. There are entire swathes that I do not remember, in fact. What I do remember however, is wanting to do nothing but take naps and eat snacks. I figure having a fluffy pillow of a 'mon who could help me demolish an entire bag of potato chips just really suits who I was at that point in my life. age 25: Alolan Vulpix! I spent my mid-to-late twenties restarting my brain, getting help for my mental struggles, and learning how to be healthy. I did all of this in the endless tundras of back-to-back-to-back intense northern Iowa winters. It was a lot of struggle, but I feel like over those 5ish years I really started to develop from something small and full of chaos, into something fully-formed and elegant. So in honor of all of that, definitely the ice fox dup! (100% evolved into a Ninetales by the time I was in my early 30s.) age 30: Tinkaton! From my early-to-mid thirties (and I'm now 36, but I wanted to round this off with 6 'mon), I feel like I've really matured into the person I want to be - though I have more work to go. I asked my partner what a good 'do no harm, but take no shit' pokemon is - a pokemon who can be a polite but absolute wall. We ended up with a steel/fairy typing (and given my birdphobia, the pokedex lore seemed perfect!) I would LOVE to know what other folks came up with??? Feel free to reblog and add yours, or put it in the tags? Or send me an ask?? No need to add notes about why you chose them if you don't wanna <3

[vioxis]

Consume 3/?

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Word count: 1,439

Pairing: Stalker!König x F!Reader

Summary: The story follows König and his obsession, You. The object of his desire, the constant temptation before him. Do you know what you do to him? You feign innocence, but worry not Shatz… He'll find that out on his own.

TW: NSFW! MDNI +18. Very obsessive and possessive behavior, Stalker!König, Breaking and entering,

Will update with more tags along the way! Part 1/? Let me know what TW I should use!

He slept soundly, cradled in the comforting embrace of your scented underwear. It felt like heaven, as though you were right there beside him. The fragrant notes of vanilla and jasmine intertwined, striking a perfect balance of innocence and allure. After the scent had gently dissipated, he carefully stowed the garment in his dresser. The counterpart, your bra, hung within the confines of his closet, gracing its own dedicated hanger, nestled snugly between the wall and his uniforms.

As the scent gradually faded from memory, an insatiable curiosity gnawed at him. He yearned to explore, to discover what else in his possession bore the mark of your ownership. Today marked yet another meeting with you for a physical examination—a ritual he had grown to relish. Your dynamic was always charged with playful banter, a dance of wits where you effortlessly adapted to the flow of the moment. 

Stepping into the room, his eyes fell upon you, positioned on your knees behind the desk. Your inviting silhouette, obscured by your coat, was tantalizing. He cleared his throat, causing you to startle in surprise, inadvertently bumping your head against the desk.

"König," you greeted him with a smile, a mere utterance of his name that never failed to ignite the desire within him. If only circumstances were different, more primal…more animalistic. You gracefully moved out from behind the desk, meticulously patting your knees to ensure they were free of dust, the embodiment of perfection as always.

"Hello, Doctor. Same spot?" he inquired, gesturing towards the examination table. You nodded, your gaze momentarily diverted as you retrieved his files. Curiosity burning within him, he couldn't resist probing further, "What were you doing under the desk?"

"I had a pit bull... or was it a bulldog? A small figurine," you mumbled, your voice tinged with confusion. "I swear I had it on the corner of my desk. Perhaps it fell and the cleaning staff removed it."

His back remained turned to you, but the revelation sent a thrill coursing through his body. A wicked smirk played upon his lips beneath the shadow of his hood. Your obliviousness to the disappearing items fueled his exhilaration. He struggled to contain his excitement, fearing that any more arousal would propel his pants across the room in a reckless rush to claim you.

His hands gripped the examination table, the supple leather within his grasp, as he imagined it to be your body. A gentle touch on his back elicited a groan as he turned his head to meet your concerned gaze.

"You good? Would you like to reschedule the examination?" you inquired, genuine concern in your voice. 

Oh Shatz, If only you knew...

"Doctor, I am fine to continue," he calmly asserted, catching even himself by surprise with his collected demeanor. Without hesitation, he sat on the table, watching intently as you procured a small stool to stand on. What struck him most was that this seemingly insignificant act was adorable. You had invested your own money to ensure his examination was as comfortable as possible, and the thought of it warmed him.

As you delved into the details of his BPM, his muscle-to-fat ratio, and various health metrics, he found himself utterly captivated by your gaze. Your words flowed like a gentle stream, each sentence an elaborate picture of his health. Yet, he knew that your thoroughness would be distilled into a summary later—a pattern he had come to remember about you.

Your proximity was a constant temptation, your hand gliding up his thigh, your touch exploring his chest with expertise, searching for any hidden knots or signs of discomfort. He fought to maintain his composure, his senses tantalized by the lingering scents of vanilla and jasmine that clung to you. His mind raced with fantasies of how he might savor your essence during more intimate moments, lapping you up, craving to consume every inch of you.

The tap of your pen on the clipboard sent a sudden electric jolt through his body, snapping him from his thoughts about your proximity. He met your gaze, a steady, unwavering gaze that held a playful edge as you spoke, "I'll give this to your superior; you aren't listening to me." There was a subtle teasing quality to your words that danced in the air.

König interjected smoothly, any opportunity to draw nearer to you, to prolong this intimate exchange. "Do you need help looking for your statue?" he inquired, his voice laced with a blend of genuine concern and seductive curiosity.

Your response was soft, a light chuckle resounds in you, a sound that had the power to entrap his senses that led directly to his groin. 

"Are you offering?" you teased, your laughter like a siren's call that tugged at the very core of his being.

His internal thoughts screamed, Anything. I'd give you anything, yet he responded with a nonchalant tone, masking the intensity of his longing with constant restraint. "If you need it," he assured, his words laden with unspoken promises.

"Yeah, okay, well... My office is always open, so you're free to take a look inside," you offered, your voice now infused with a hint of warmth as you turned your attention to organizing his paperwork. "You're free to go. See you in two days, König."

As was your custom, you wielded the power to swiftly dismiss him once your professional duties were fulfilled, leaving him yearning for more but painfully aware of the distance between your worlds. He obediently donned his shirt and helmet, holding the door knob, his own feet stopping his body from leaving. "I'll check it tonight," he declared, his voice carrying anticipation and frustration, his desires unspoken yet palpable in the air, as he left the room.

After his examination concluded, he wasted no time and swiftly departed for your house, armed with his tap wires and discreet cameras. A quick stop was made to tend to Luna, your loyal companion, granting her a small snack outside your room.

Inside your private sanctuary, he began his exploration once more. To his surprise, he was greeted by an unexpected sight; your laptop sat there, unattended and devoid of a password–a contrast to your usual meticulous habits. It seemed as though you had brought your work home, leaving your digital life wide open, as if inviting someone to explore.

The absence of a password was an open invitation, just for him. Everything seems too easy, a slight paranoia entering his thoughts of how this could be a trap.

Opening the laptop, he found himself stepping into your world, your virtual office. The idea of an "open laptop" was a metaphor for his unfulfilled desire for more openness from you. He longed to see beyond professionalism, to dig deeper, to uncover anything you kept hidden, even from him.

His exploration of your laptop revealed an unexpected treasure trove. It was seamless as it was synced to your phone, granting him access to every aspect of your digital life. Your photos, a personal and intimate window into your world, were now in his hands.

"Shiesse..." he muttered under his breath, a mix of amazement and desire coursing through him as he scrolled through the private moments captured in those images. Each photo unveiled a piece of you, moments and memories meant only for your eyes, now laid bare before him. Nothing was left to his imagination, and he found himself captivated by your intimate photos, most in lingerie and some in nude.

He glanced at the clock on your bedside table, calculating that he still had a couple of hours before your return home. The thrill of this intrusion mingled with a sense of urgency, all the while keeping a watchful eye on the countdown to your arrival.

He reclined on your plush bed, savoring the lingering scent in the air like a cherished memory, a reminder of your presence he had yearned for. He pulled out his cock once more, unable to contain his lust any longer. “This is crazy..” He chuckled to himself, delirious for doing this once more in the comfort of your home. 

He removed his glove and spat on his hand, fisting his shaft as his head tilted back from the contact. He groaned as he fucked his fist in a faster pace, imagining you on top of him in the lingerie you adorn in your photos. 

A sudden sound, a bell ringing from your laptop as he turned to it. A message unexpectedly materialized at the top of the screen, and he found himself frozen in place.

Addictive, isn’t it?

That message was from you.

[duckprintspress]

in your Rules and Guidelines you say mildly dubious consent is okay. is mildly dubious consent like. for instance, the non-monster is in a situation where they are non-consensually given or sold, but they are received by a monster who gives them as much choice as they could possibly have under the circumstances, courts them with their consent, and is only ever interested in maintaining the non-monster's overall wellbeing?

is that mildly dubious in a correct way? or is that too dubious?

Hey anon!

While there's no solidly definable line between mildly dubcon and dubcon, it's all spectrum, we generally use "mild dubcon" to reflect cases where consent is fairly clear but not explicitly given. The kind of "I just couldn't resist any more, so I kissed him, oh thank fuck he's into it" kind of situation. It's mostly included as an option for this anthology on the assumption that there's a lot of types of monsters and consent will likely look different for different creatures, and some monsters may not be capable of human speech and therefore unable to give explicit spoken consent. We want people to know that if they want to write a story where consent looks different than the standard explicit consent in human/human relationships, we're all ears for that.

I know that this description of "mildly dub con" is so close to consent that most people wouldn't even tag for it; it's just a choice that we've made as a press, as some readers are uncomfortable when consent isn't explicit. We absolutely do not require explicit consent for our stories, and consent also doesn't have to be spoken to still be clearly explicit, and there are plenty of other examples I could give, the one above is just the instance that's come up most often in our tagging. Mild dubcon should still, ultimately, amount to: it becomes pretty clear that all involved parties are into it, even if it's not clear at first, and there's no mindfuckery (such as power dynamics, magic, drugs, psionics, age difference, etc.) involved that'd make it harder for someone to give true consent.

As to a slave situation such as you describe, that's definitely a "power dynamic mindfuckery" case. I think it'd depend on the story and the characterizations where on the dubcon spectrum that would fall. If the slave creature really has no way out, I'd probably lean toward dubious consent (rather than mild) even if the courtship and everything was with their apparent consent. When one person is owned by another, their ability to give true consent is inextricably linked with that.

As long as the ownership situation exists, if the owned creature has no escape option and hasn't been freed... how much choice do they really have? What are the consequences if they refuse, and what would happen to them if they were actually free? Whether what you describe is mild dub con or dub con, or even extreme dub con or non con, would depend on the answers to those questions, in my opinion. Like, if the consequence for the owned entity is either enslavement or death, does any consent they give really mean much? Which isn't at all to say that being enslaved removes freewill, obviously it doesn't and a person who is enslaved can give meaningful consent, but as a reader, especially if I'm not seeing the story from the slave's point of view, I'd always have to wonder how much concern for their own wellbeing (understandably!) colors every decision they make. On the other hand, if the consequences for the owned entity is like, enslavement or mild inconvenience of some kind? That's different, because even the enslavement itself is sort of a choice and the entity has made that choice.

There's no hard-and-fast rule, and as I essentially acknowledged when I described what we categorize as mild dub con, I personally tag quite conservatively in this regard, but I'd say most master/slave situations would fall under more-than-mild dubcon, especially with the premise you've given, where the slavery was never the owned individuals choice (like, in BDSM/Total Power Exchange, that's an example of a master/slave relationship that could be 100% consensual. Such situations absolutely exist.)...but yeah, in a situation where the entire premise of the master/slave situation is nonconsensual, it's not that easy for me to see how the slave's choices won't at least somewhat be colored by their straits, especially if the consequences of non-enslavement are severe, especially if we don't see their point of view, and especially if the owner never frees them.

TL:DR It's not a dynamic I would recommend for this anthology, though I can definitely conceive of examples that follow this basic premise that would fall more under mild dub-con. It sounds like an interesting story and one I'd enjoy, just not really what we're looking for here.

-unforth

[hellsurvivr]

Rhys Ifans

*      ―    ﴾  𝙽𝙿𝙲 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴  ﴿ // still accepting ( @ anon ) *tagging @carnagebled erm .... just because I can*

AGE : unknown SPECIES : demon JOB : hells grand torturer

    INTRODUCING :    aloysius. who also goes by the name of Alastair in more modern circles. the head demon, and torturer of hell.

                aloysius / alastair, is one of the handful of first demons ever created, after the creation of the knights of hell. the knights and lucifer, are the only things older than he is. he was known for his sadism and love of violence and torture     ━  making him perfect for his job.   that job being the grand torturer of hell. the one who is called in for specific souls that hell wishes to either break early, or the ones who must truly suffer whilst upon his rack. there is no forgiveness with Alastair, nor is there any potential of escaping the true limit of his sadism. not when his blade is cutting into your flesh, nor in the laughter he lets ring out in the room, as he sets about his work.

                over the years. alastair has trained many demons under his tutelage. some he calls his greatest masterpieces. and others he has simply killed or tortured himself, due to them not living up to his potential or his teaching. and in very rare circumstances     ━  he's turned souls into torturers.   that is a rarity in itself. but it happens. and when it does, Alistair knows, he has a new apprentice. someone he can shape and mould. to be his monster.

                payne and alastair first met     ━   in the bowels of hell.   upon her second trip to hell. payne took it upon herself, to taunt and insult elijah, alastairs student. and if rumours are to be believed, his grandson. it was due to payne's taunts, that alastair got involved. admiring payne for her strength of character, and also her previous escape from hell. for no one escaped his rack. but here she was again, and this time he wanted to see if he could break her. thus Alastair took over from elijah, and attempted to break the princess of hell. but much like elijah, payne reisisted. she never once screamed, she never once cried. she gave him nothing. and begrudgingly, he found himself admiring her. for he had met a multitude of souls, but none had resisted in the way payne had. and when she escaped again, he found humous in the situation. of course elijah had to go hunt her. but Alistair was amused. and couldn't wait for the day, the two would meet again.

[beardedengineermagazine]

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[khalixascorner]

A Debt Paid in Soul

Summary: Tony fully intends to go to the Parker residence simply to claim his latest acquisition, one Peter Parker. When he finds out Peter is in fact his soul mate, things change in ways Tony couldn't have planned or expected. Not that he's complaining. Instead of just another worker for his clubs, he found a smart sexy omega that he's going to keep for the rest of their lives. This is an omegaverse hybrid mob au with a different bingo prompt per chapter.

Tags: Mafia AU, Mob Boss Tony Stark, Soul Bond, Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Hybrid AU, Serval Peter, Black Tiger Tony, Dub-con first time, Soulbonds made them do it, Lots of spice and smut, Some fluff too, Dark Tony Stark, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Intersex Omegas, Tony is not a nice person, except to Peter, mention of sex work, Human Trafficking, In that tony makes people pay off debt while working for him, and some of those people work in sex clubs, Size Difference, Tiny Peter, Large Tony, Mild milk kink, Breeding Kink, Dom/sub Undertones, stuffing kink, Size Kink, Tony loves how huge his cock is and making Peter take it, Nipple Play, I don't know, theres lots of omegaverse typical sex tropes, eventual kidnapping and rescue,mild angst but always with a happy ending

Read on AO3 Here Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 View Art Here And here And here

Adjusting to life post mating with Tony Stark had been interesting to say the least. In some ways, things had stayed the same. He still went to school, though now he was enrolled at Columbia since it was easy to commute there and back. He also still saw May for dinner at least once a week. He tried to time it with her and Tony’s work schedules, as his mate and his aunt still didn’t get along so it was better if Peter went alone.

As for the differences, well, he never went anywhere without at least two items that were chipped with a GPS tracker. Tony was paranoid that he would be kidnapped and it was either this or Tony chipping him, so Peter agreed, though privately he was starting to think being chipped would be easier than triple checking he had enough trackers on him each day.

He also still felt drawn to his alpha. Their bond hadn’t eased much, and maybe Tony was right, and their soul marks had meaning because he found himself unable to resist when the tiger demanded his attention. Or even was just in the same room. It was like hitting puberty again for both of them, and they could hardly keep their hands off of each other.

Another difference was the tension between him and May. His heat was due soon, and she had tried to suggest that he spend his heat with her, but the very idea made Peter’s soul recoil.

Sure they had gotten off to a bad start, and yeah he could see how she would take issue with Tony’s career choices. He wasn’t super fond of some of them most days either. But Tony was his mate and the man cared deeply for him. Peter would sooner cut off a limb then try to cut Tony from his life, let alone his heat, and May struggled with accepting that. She felt that Peter should resent being bound to such an alpha, or at least not let himself love Tony so easily.

Regardless, Peter was trying to find a balance to it all. He didn’t want to lose his aunt just because of the circumstances with which he found his mate, but he absolutely wouldn’t abandon or betray Tony. May would have to accept that or Peter would have no choice in the matter. Tony had more than shown that he would take care of Peter while also giving Peter his freedom. He wasn’t locked in the tower under constant guard or followed every moment of every day. They compromised, and Tony kept to his promises, so for Peter, that was enough.

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Today was one of the days he regretted Tony being so hands off though. His heat had come on suddenly and he couldn’t shift to try to get home faster because his feline form was too small to carry his backpack and clothes. Instead he was stuck trudging home even as shivers wracked his body and alphas on the street catcalled him while leering. Had he been thinking straight, he would have just called Tony and asked for a pick up but Peter was used to relying on himself and it was his first true heat since their mating, so the thought didn’t even occur to his hormone-riddled brain.

It was a relief to finally slip into the private elevator and let it carry him up to the penthouse. Tony wouldn’t be home for a while yet but Peter would be ok riding out the early stages of the heat himself. At least he hoped so.

Most people agreed that a heat while mated was easier, so long as you were in contact with your mate. However everyone was different, and the hormone fluctuations caused by new bonds could throw things off for numerous heats before they finally settled.

Peter stripped his wet clothes and curled up in their bed, miserable but unable to muster the energy to do anything but whimper and clutch at Tony’s pillow. Distantly he registered JARVIS saying something but he was too wrapped in his misery to understand. Whimpers turned to cries as Peter buried himself deeper into their bed. Everything was too much and he just wanted his mate.

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Tony was going over the quarterly numbers with Pepper for their legitimate businesses when JARVIS interrupted them.

“Excuse me sir, but I believe Master Peter has gone into heat and he appears to be experiencing a great deal of distress,” JARVIS said.

“Sorry Pep, looks like I’ll have to leave this to you too,” Tony said with a grimace. He was glad to have found his mate but their intense mating and issues being apart for too long had severely cut into his working hours for the last few months.

“It’s ok,” Pepper said with a chuckle. “Those first few heats are the hardest but then it will ease up.”

“I hope you’re right, because my knot is going to fall off otherwise,” Tony muttered. Pepper laughed and shooed him away. He kissed her cheek then slipped out of the office, heading for the elevators.

“J, make sure we have supplies for a heat,” Tony ordered.

“Already done sir,” JARVIS responded. “And if I might make a suggestion, I would not dally. Master Peter seems to be slipping into distress.”

Tony’s pace quickened, and an elevator was open and waiting for him when he got there. JARVIS deposited him on the main floor of the penthouse, and Tony quickly stopped by the pantry before making his way to the bedroom.

Peter lay in their bed, buried under the blankets and miserable if the soft cries were anything to go by. Tony didn’t waste time, dropping the snacks and drinks by the side of the bed before stripping as quickly as he could. Then he climbed in the bed, pulling his mate out of the pile of blankets and into Tony’s arms.

“Hey there, kitten, you’re okay,” Tony soothed, letting his tail twine with Peter’s even as his hand automatically went to the kid’s soul mark. His omega was chill to the touch, so he pulled the blankets back over both of them as well.“It’s ok baby, I’m here now. Come on ‘mega mine, let me see those gorgeous eyes of yours.”

Peter didn’t respond right away, shivering against him and pushing against the alpha’s chest as if he could get closer if he just tried a little bit harder. Tony kept up the verbal reassurances until Peter finally lifted his head up and blinked at Tony.

“Alpha?”

“It’s ok, Omega, just a rough start to your heat,” Tony soothed. “Get some rest until it starts properly.”

Peter hummed and then let his head fall back to Tony’s chest. Based on his smell, they didn’t have long, but his little omega would need rest, and Tony would still need to stretch him well before they could play. He had already begun training Peter’s body to take him but he was just so tiny.

Once the omega’s breathing had evened, Tony propped him on the pillows and covered his chest to keep him warm. Then he slid down and started sucking gently on Peter’s cocklette as he slid two fingers into the omega while also fondling his tail. The combination had the omega moaning, his body offering no resistance to the intrusion.

Tony added a third finger, causing Peter to start squirming but he didn’t try to pull away.

“That’s it, such a good little kitten,” Tony said as he let Peter’s cocklette slip from his mouth. “Look at how good you’ve gotten taking things. Three fingers in you already and you just keep getting wetter for me.”

Peter whimpered, letting his legs fall further so Tony had more room. The alpha let go of Peter’s tail and lifted his cocklette out of the way so that he could start licking around Peter’s folds. Soon he was thrusting his tongue in with his fingers, all the while teasing Peter’s little cocklette.

“Alllphaaa, pleeeaaaaase alphaaaaaa,” Peter moaned, fully in heat and dripping slick.

Tony rose up just enough to kiss his way back up Peter’s body before capturing his mouth in a searing kiss. The omega whimpered beneath him, pliant as Tony forced him to taste his own slick.

“That’s my good boy,” Tony murmured as he nipped his was down Peter’s chin and to his neck. “Gonna give me exactly what I want aren’t you? Your body had been practicing for this since we bonded, and now I’m going to stuff you full and breed you like the omega you are.”

Peter whined and tilted his head, giving Tony easier access. The scent of horny, desperate omega filled the air until even Tony couldn’t resist. He pulled away from his omega’s neck just long enough to turn him over, positioning Peter so that he was presenting properly. Tony draped himself over Peter’s back so he could keep sucking dark marks into the omega’s neck, one hand pulling Peter’s tail out of the way as he lined himself up and pushed in as deep as he could go.

Despite the stretching and even the heat helping them along, he couldn’t bottom out for the first few thrusts. With a grunt, he sat up and grabbed the omega’s hips firmly, using them to impale Peter on his cock. The little serval’s tail whipped around as Tony continued to yank him by his hips, the omega’s small body so easy to use like a toy in this position.

It didn’t take long for his knot to start to swell in response to the omega’s pitiful cries. Peter’s tear-streaked face even as he begged Tony for more while his tiny body literally hung off of Tony’s cock was enough to push him over.

Tony pushed Peter down into the bed and fucked into him without holding back until he felt the knot catch. Then he shorted his thrusts into grinding jerks, making sure the omega milked him properly even as he renewed their mating bite.

After the initial rush of orgasm faded, Tony carefully rolled them onto their sides. He drew Peter in close, nuzzling at his kitten’s hair between his ears, and occasionally nipping at them. Honestly it was ridiculous how small he was, Tony couldn’t help but think. When they were knotted like this, he couldn’t reach anything but the top of Peter’s hair, because his poor omega was so tiny.

As he continued to stuff Peter full, the little omega whimpered, and Tony caught a whiff of a mix of nervousness and fear.

“What’s wrong ‘mega mine?” Tony asked, purring gently for his mate. “Are you hurt?”

“No, but alpha, what if- what if I get pregnant?” Peter asked softly, and Tony hugged the omega firmly.

“Do you not want to have kits?” Tony asked, though he was fairly sure he knew the answer. They hadn’t discussed it directly but Peter loved children and always cooed over them whenever he saw them.

“No, I do, but we only just mated and I’m still in school,” Peter said hesitantly. “People might say stuff.”

“What do you say, omega?” Tony asked firmly. “Because I don’t give a rat’s ass about what anyone else says. And if they hurt your feelings about doing what makes you happy, then I’ll hurt them.”

Peter whimpered but rather than fear, all Tony smelled was arousal.

“So what do you say, omega?” Tony asked, hips grinding his still hard knot into Peter. “Do you want kits now?”

“I- I do,” Peter gasped and moaned as he came again, making Tony chuckle. “But I still want to finish school too.”

“We’ll make it work, kitten,” Tony promised, his purr starting up even stronger. “We’ll figure it out and we’ll make it work.”

Peter nodded and whimpered as Tony teased his body while they waited for the first knot to go down.

As the heat built again, Tony still took his time. He covered Peter’s entire body in nips and kisses, spending extra time sucking at his tits while one hand slowly ran along his mate’s tail.

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Peter squirmed beneath Tony’s assault until the alpha reached his nipples. He could stop the whines that slipped past his lips as his mate suckled on each side. Tingling desire built and built until finally Tony took some pity on his and buried three fingers in him suddenly while still sucking at Peter’s tits.

He came hard around the alpha’s fingers, slick gushing out as body twitched and squeezed at Tony’s hand. As soon as he came down from the high, he felt the alpha pull his hand out.

“Suck it clean baby,” Tony commanded as he gently thumbed Peter’s mouth open.

Peter whined as all three fingers were pushed into his mouth, and he struggled to breath around them. Tony pulled back just enough for Peter to catch his breath, then pushed his hand in again. Peter was able to catch his breath and set to work cleaning him up.

“That’s a good boy. Get it all clean and then I’ll give you a nice reward,” Tony said. Peter did his best to obey. As soon as Tony deemed his hand clean enough, he flipped Peter over onto his stomach again and pushed straight in.

Peter let out a choked moan, ears going flat as he was overwhelmed by how full he felt and yet he still wanted more. His body ached for it and his blood burned with the desire to be fucked and used by his alpha. To be bred until he was so full of cum that there’d be no way he wasn’t carrying a little for his alpha.

As he lay dozing while still stuffed with the second knot, Peter couldn’t help but imagine what life with kits could be like. Tony had said they’d get help and he could do school, so it seemed like there wasn’t a reason to say no.

The only worry was aunt May, who would undoubtedly have comments. And yet Peter couldn’t bring himself to care. He had his mate, who would take care of them. Why shouldn’t they go ahead and start mating? Peter shook off his thoughts of May and focused on Tony. Tony who was attentive and kind to him, who loved him dearly but still gave him freedom, and who was letting him decide even here.

Mind made up, Peter let himself finally rest. And then next time Tony put him in the breeding position, he offered himself up freely.

“Fuck me alpha,” Peter moaned. “Breed me and make me a mommy.”

Tony had been insatiable after that, and the rest of the heat passed much the same, with Tony filling him over and over, breeding him as thoroughly as possible with only short breaks for food and rest.

By the end of it, both of them were exhausted and the room was as filthy as they were. It would take a few days to see if Peter’s scent began to change and the eggs took, but both of them were optimistic and they began planning the nursery.

Then they just had to figure out how to tell everyone.

[cafeinthemoon]

Berries - Chapter II

Chapter: 2/5

Wordcount 1,5k

Title: Fate

Fandom: Naruto | Founders

Pairing: Madara Uchiha X reader

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Symbols: ⭕ | ➕ | 💛

Warning (s): none

Tagging @darling-imobsessed (if you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just send an ask or a message 😉)

N. A.: So... I owe you the biggest apology for leaving this story without updates since July 2021 (yes, I discovered the date through my ao3). I absolutely love writing for Madara still, and the plot for this story is one of my favorites since I created this blog, but I have to be honest with you: I've been with the draft for this second chapter for all this time in my editor, but I just didn't like it. I tried to re-write it twice but it just didn't get any better, so the creative block came and I became invested in other works. However, I couldn't wait anymore: I didn't want to abandon this story and disappoint the readers that enjoyed chapter 1 and asked me about the continuation, so I sat down and faced the failure text. And finally I got a result that pleased me!

I don't know if you're gonna like it or even if you remember what happened in the previous chapter, but here is the second one. Again I'm sorry for this huge delay 😭

You spent twice the time you usually needed to prepare the cakes and finish other ordinary tasks during that day. Not that it was surprising to you – after the events of the morning, you couldn’t expect things to be different.

You were left by the stranger at the entry of the forest: trying not to increase his own condition as well as yours (and, you supposed, to protect himself from curious observants), he wouldn’t go beyond the shadow of the trees; he bowed for you to put your feet on the ground and did not come back to his previous position until he was sure you could stand by yourself. It wasn’t an easy task, especially when the bloating was increased, but he showed you nothing but patience. You held on his shoulders, afraid that you could cause him more pain, however he didn’t let out a single moan: there you had a resistant – and possibly stubborn – individual.

Finally, he gave your cane back and helped you with the basket.

When you invited the man to your home, where he could treat the wound with more precision, his refusal was almost immediate despite his good manners.

- I cannot accept your offer, though I am grateful for your generosity. I have to go back to my pairs to see if they are doing well. By now they must have noticed my absence, and I do not want them to look for me or to ask impertinent questions.

There was no rush in his voice despite the urgency of his personal circumstances. You felt grateful for this, a sign of consideration you wouldn’t always count on while dealing with people, but you wouldn’t occupy his time more than it was necessary. You decided to reciprocate his generosity by not insisting with him to follow you.

- In this case, it is better for you to go – you smiled – But know that I will be forever grateful. I hope I will be able to pay for this favor one day.

The man gave you back your basket and took a step back, toward a deeper shadow under a tree. You already noticed that his eyes had a profound shade of brown, almost black, yet they would cast a distinct light that reminded you of fire. On his lips, the shadow of a perspicacious smile while he said his farewell.

- You speak as if this is the first and the last time that we see each other. Do not be so pessimistic about it – he put his index finger over his mouth in a gesture that would make you laugh if the circumstances were different – Fate is always surprising us.

Those words barely left his lips and the stranger himself disappeared, as if his body was made of the forest’s shades and just have returned to them. The sounds of the wild were perceptible to your ears – the shaking leaves, the birds singing and other small creatures crawling on the grass – but the silence he left behind him was one that not even those natural noises could disguise. It was as if something powerful was there an instant before, and just vanished.

This swift gesture, as much as its effect in your perception, only served to confirm what you already guessed: that man was a ninja, and not a regular one.

***

A week has passed, and you haven’t heard of the man or anything related to him.

You took care of your house tasks, having the support of a friend for one day or two, and went to the compound to sell your cakes and to take new orders. Life was just returning to its common state to you.

Of course, you were not brave enough to question the people you knew about the recent battle between the Senju and the Uchiha or its results, so you would just wait until someone of your trust said something that could lead to a conversation in this sense. Fortunately for you, your closest friends at the compound were almost all young girls, and they had their ways to know things.

One day, when you were selling your sweets, they were engaged in an excited gossiping session while making you company. The conversation changed its tones when one of them, Chyo, started the following story:

- So... it seems that this time our soldiers had the most spectacular vision during their last battle against the Uchiha in a long time. Or so Akira-kun told me.

- I doubt that, darling – a second girl, Mai, shrugged in disdain – You know that we can’t believe a word Akira says.

The first girl stared at her with anger. Chyo and Mai were always at the same places only because of their friends in common, but all of you knew they had no ways to get along: the girls were basically the opposite of each other. You suspected that they shared some romantic interest for that young man, Akira, but since none of them would confirm such feelings you couldn’t be sure in this sense. You didn’t know him so well, too, so you had no clear opinions regarding his honesty or the lack of it.

- He was not the only one who saw it, okay? – Chyo argued – He was just the first person that came telling this story, so I waited and heard what the other boys got to say, and they just confirmed his words!

- I see – Mai mumbled under her breath, still not convinced.

- It doesn’t matter who told the story first – a third girl, Tsubaki, interrupted with impatience – We just want to hear it. Now, tell us what they said!

Chyo, not hiding her pride for being the center of attentions again, started a well detailed, passionate story that would convince anyone who didn’t know her that she was an eyewitness of such events. You heard the beginning of the events with reasonable interest, but you knew enough of your friend’s style to tell exactly where reality ended and fantasy started, so you disconnected from her words and let your mind wander.

The first place your thoughts led you to was the forest’s entry, where the stranger left you. You revived the sight of his stormy arrival, the words exchanged between you, your farewell… You couldn’t believe that an entire week has passed since that morning and you haven’t received even a sign that the man was still alive. Yes, you knew that the life of a shinobi could be interrupted at the least expected moments, but something convinced you that nothing happened – nothing could have happened – to him in this sense. He was still around, and the opportunity for a second encounter was yet to come.

You only noticed you’ve been absent from the conversation when you heard Tsubaki calling your name.

- Hey, y/n-chan! Are you okay?

You looked at her and blinked twice, as if you just woke up from a dreamless sleep.

- I’m sorry, I… I wasn’t ignoring you – you looked around, as to refer to all the girls – I just got distracted.

With the corner of your eye, you saw when Mai crossed her arms in front of her body.

- You’re too quiet today, y/n. Is there something bothering you?

The other girls repeated the question in agreement. All of them had worried expressions turned to you, which only made you nervous. You couldn’t share the episode involving the stranger with them: since that man didn’t reveal his family or clan to you, you could be accused of betrayal by people among the Senju who wouldn’t understand what really happened between you in the forest, and after all the support you have received from the Senju for all these years this was the last thing you would want. Besides you wouldn’t have the energy to deal with each of your friends’ reaction in case you said something: Chyo would pass out with feigned emotion, waiting for the others to help her; Mai would laugh in an attempt to hide her surprise to see a shy little thing like you getting your own male acquaintance without your friends’ intervention; Tsubaki would show instant curiosity, asking questions you wouldn’t have ways to reply or wouldn’t want to.

You ended up telling them you were worried about some tasks you left unfinished at home. You weren’t sure if they agreed, but to your relief they just went back to the battle’s subject and forgot about you.

You decided you would come back home earlier that day. The girls asked if you would need help with the sweets you didn’t sell, but you just thanked and declined their offer.

- My foot is good today. I can carry them without much problems this time.

You said goodbye to them, adjusted your basket on one arm and grabbed the cane with your free hand, walking in your unhurried pace toward the compound’s gates.

Contrary to what you made them think, you weren’t so busy that time, or at least not in a way they would understand. You spent the rest of the day trying to distract yourself from the persistent hope that the man’s last words instilled in you, hoping that fate didn’t take too long to surprise you.

[puckwritesstuff]

How does one get past the mess pit of love and thunder in order to be strong enough do a rewrite fix it?

I mean, it helps that I tend to only write the scenes with Sigyn in them.

Seriously, look back at my rewrite of Ragnarok (which is a film I actually did enjoy) and you'll find some of the most dramatic and melodramatic elements of the fic. Hell, the scene where Sigyn and Loki are reunited on Sakaar was the reason I wanted to write the fic in the first place. And there was absolutely no equivalent in the movie. In the first two films, Sigyn's arcs were complementary to Loki's in very trope-y ways. Sigyn was the Desdemona in the first film, and then the Lady Macbeth in the second. These worked, because those films were drawing from those Shakespearean tropes and motifs. Ragnarok... did not, so I had to switch modes.

Now, I wrote the whole original thing from the first Thor film to the first season of Loki as one huge fic, so I was able to go back and make at least that portion consistent with itself. That's why I've got Frigga singing the song from the train scene in Loki in the first chapter-- I planned for that to be a running theme in the fic when I was going through on the second/third draft. When it came to Ragnarok, it was more of an extension of The Dark World than anything else-- basically, the dog caught the car, so now what? Given that the bedroom scene was the basis of it, I knew three things had to happen.

Loki had to be a shit king, and not that great a husband either, at least under the circumstances. My hands were somewhat tied by the film for this one-- depicting Loki as a neglectful and decadent king who couldn't administrate. I linked the two, and in rewrites and edits, came to what ended up on the page: after the death of Loki's son, he tried to pressure Sigyn for children, she refused, and their marriage fell apart. This led to their administration falling apart, and you know the rest.

They had to be separated for a long period of time. This was easier to achieve-- Sakaar is weird with time, I made her land their two years earlier than Thor.

I had to make Sigyn an enemy of the Grandmaster. The crux of the scene is that Sigyn is offering herself for execution or worse in exchange for Loki's safety, and Loki reveals that it was him in the room the whole time and she would never be in any danger from him. Loki never has and never will lay a hand on Sigyn (outside of sparring).

The last one is where I've really screwed myself with Love and Thunder-- because I put her in charge of the resistance on Sakaar, Sigyn is the one that knows Korg better than anyone else on the cast. I manage to handwave him off into the background, but...

But Korg isn't actually the problem. The problem is Bathos and somewhat-recent inability for Marvel to take its films seriously.

See, LDGP is a melodrama. I have tagged it as such, and I will freely admit it to anyone that asks. And that's not a bad thing! Melodrama thrives in comics and comics-based mediums, and it's fun to write and cathartic to read. Where this comes into conflict with the MCU is that melodrama is based in sincerity, and the MCU seems to have developed an allergy to sincerity. It's not that it can't do it, and it's not consistent either, but it hit Thor hard, and by Thor, I mean the character. Ragnarok had some interesting themes and seemed to at least somewhat continue his arc from the first two films with him finally accepting the throne with humility and understanding the origins of his father's empire and reconciling with his brother. It wasn't a perfect film, and there was some tonal whiplash, but the story was there if you looked, and it took enough things seriously that I was able to accept the tone shift.

Then the Russos decided that they needed comic relief for Endgame.

I'm with Red from OSP on this, I don't think the Russos like Thor very much. Thor having diagnosable depression after the events of Ragnarok and Infinity War? Fine, I'll grant him that, he had a really awful couple of days there. Thor abandoning his duties as king and spiraling into a drunken stupor, with the film framing this as something to laugh at? No, that's just bad writing because you don't know what to do with the character. This was why Thor got dusted, by-the-by. If he'd been treated with respect by the text of the film, I might have gone a different route. I'm not against comedy (Sigyn asking if the TVA is a cult is one of my favorite bits), but I am of the opinion that you should treat your characters with respect. When something happens, allow it to happen without cutting it off at the knees with a joke. Compare the first Guardians of the Galaxy-- there's a lot of jokes and the characters are quick to deflect their emotions with snark, but the film gives "We are Groot." the weight and the significance that it deserves, without being worried that the audience is going to think that the movie is uncool by doing it.

So, to the topic at hand, what I'm going to do with Love and Thunder is the literary equivalent of strip mining the story for its plot and whatever lines of dialogue are necessary to move that along, and make up everything else. I'm also only going to write the scenes that Sigyn directly impacts, because it's a more efficient use of my time, and will give the story of Sigyn and Loki the room it needs to continue. And, I mean, think about the things that are going to have to happen in this fic-- someone's out there killing gods, Sigyn's got a surprise new relative she's never mentioned before, Sif looses an arm, Jane dies, Sig's gotta tell Thor that she's his sister, Loki and Thor are going to reunite...

I've got plenty to work with, trust me. ^_^