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Consequences

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Word count: 15.1k

Summary: Wanda is excited to get to meet your parents for the first time and she wants to make the best impression, but you won’t make it easy for her, teasing her the entire time and she finds the perfect way to punish you. 

Warning: NSFW, 18+, lesbian relationship, oral, oral to a strap, spanking, fingering, magic use, magical restraints, finger sucking, strap on sex, enchanted strap, use of butt plug, Mommy!Kink, top!Wanda, Bottom!Reader OMG, I’m so excited about this fic! Masterlist with all my works.          Part 2: Face the consequences

Late on a Friday night, you watched your girlfriend pace around your shared bedroom. This was the third time she was going over the list she had made, reading out loud each item and checking if everything was packed and ready for your trip. You both knew it was, but Wanda wanted to make sure. She was nervous about meeting your parents and she was compensating in any way she could. You had told your parents about Wanda fairly soon into your relationship. You came out to them after college and even though they had different expectations back then, they were supportive. Sensitive of their feelings, you were reluctant to talk about your partners, but when you met Wanda, you couldn’t stop talking about her. Which is why 6 months into the relationship, they insisted they meet her. She was happy, of course, to know that you felt so strongly about her, that you were proud to be her girlfriend, that you showed her off to your friends as much as she did with you. It was new to her. It was usually her, who would show off her girl any chance she got, her who would tell people over and over how great they were. But you had done the same from the very beginning and it made her love you even more. Now, when she was about to meet your parents soon, she wanted to live up to the high standard you had set with the amazing things you said about her and you couldn’t watch her torture herself anymore. You walked over to her, wrapping your arms around her softly in an attempt to calm her nerves. “We have everything, Wanda, you know we do.” You said softly, watching her turn around in your hands, so she could face you. “Just come to bed?” You offered, taking her hand in hers and tugging on it gently. Wanda managed a genuine smile, making you hopeful and you sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her between your open thighs. “Wouldn’t you prefer to play with me instead?” You teased, hoping to entice her. “Oh, my poor girl.” She cooed, smoothing your hair gently. “I haven’t touched you all day and you’re feeling all needy, aren’t you?” She smirked, leaning down to kiss you softly. “Does your pretty pussy need Mommy?” She asks, voice sweet and full of promises. “Yes, Mommy, I need you.” You breathe out, your eyes closing on their own just at the thought of being touched, of getting to let go and relax. “My sweet girl.” She smiled, holding your chin up with her fingers and leaning down to kiss you. You almost held your breath, waiting for the moment her lips would touch yours, but that moment never came. Instead, you heard her exclaim “Pyjamas!”, pulling away from you before you could even protest and she started to look through the closet. You could only groan, frustration evident on your face as you watched her. You knew that when she got like this, there was nothing that would truly distract her, which was a shame, because you genuinely hoped that she would join you in bed and touch you, the way you’d been dreaming of all day. “Get into bed, honey.” She said, pausing to look over at you with affection. “I’ll join you soon.” She promised, before she resumed her previous actions. “Promise?” “Yes, dear, I promise.” She sighed, coming over to kiss you briefly, tucking you in and smiling as you closed your eyes. You followed her movements throughout the house for a few minutes, your ears attuned to her and her habits, feeling sleepy and tired, until eventually you drifted off. You felt her settle into bed next to you at some point, turning over so you could cuddle her, her head pressing to your chest, so she could let the steady rhythm of your heartbeat calm her and you wrapped your arms around her securely, kissing her forehead affectionately, but you were too tired and sleepy to ask what time it was. You were afraid that she had spent too much time worrying, but she was with you now and that’s all you wanted. You knew why she was concerned. You talked about it in length, when your parents first invited the two of you. You knew this was the first time she was ever meeting one of her partners’ parents, that she was scared that if they dislike her, it would change your relationship, that they would think she’s not good enough for you. And you knew they were all valid things to be worried about, normal, mundane things… Things that would pale to the reaction your parents would have if they ever found out that your girlfriend is a witch… And you tried your best to reassure her, to support her and answer all her questions about your family, in hopes to help her feel more at ease. You also knew that when she got like this, she didn’t sleep much. That she’ll wake up way too early and worry herself into a frenzy, waking you up and rushing you through the door, so you could get there as quickly as possible, because God forbid that your parents think that you might sleep in a little on a Saturday. Just as you had predicted, when the alarm on your nightstand got off, Wanda was already up, two cups of steaming coffee were waiting for you and she was looking at the traffic reports and different routes she could take on her phone. She was buzzing with excitement, you could see it and you didn’t want to add to her frustration, so despite the early hour and the voice inside your head that told you that you wanted to cuddle her and drink your coffee in bed, you got up and got ready in record time, all the while trying to calm her nerves. “Are you sure this outfit is ok? I don’t want to come off as flashy.” She asked, playing with her rings. “It’s perfect, Wanda. And so are you.” You assured her, kissing her cheek gently. “You could benefit from a longer skirt.” She muttered, eyeing your choice. She loved you in this and had seen you in it before, but it was for a date. She thought that for your parents, perhaps something less revealing would be a better choice. “My parents don’t care about that, Wands. It’s ok.” You smiled, pulling her into a hug. “Please don’t let this get to you. You have faced so many things, you’re so strong, baby… You’re the Scarlet Witch! You’re an Avenger! Meeting my parents should be a piece of cake.” “Except I can’t fight your parents, if things don’t go well.” She frowned, taking a deep breath to steady herself and you couldn’t help but chuckle a little at her statement. “If all else fails, try that.” You joked. “Just know that my mom looks fragile, but she’s freakishly strong and she fights dirty.” And you smiled, when you saw Wanda chuckle a little at your statement. “I’ll keep it in mind.” She muttered, leaning down to kiss you. “I just hope we haven’t missed anything.” She commented. “I’m sure that if we did, you can just magic it for us.” You insisted, holding on to her. “You have a solution for everything, don’t you.” She teased, her eyes drifting to your lips. “Yup. I’m a problem-solver.” You teased her back, leaning in a little, daring her to kiss you. “And the solution is always you. You make everything better.” You added, the words true and soft. At that, she couldn’t help but kiss you, her palms cradling your face affectionately as she kissed you gently, but fully, claiming your mouth and causing a surge of excitement to pass through your body. She didn’t miss the way you shuddered against her needily, she knew you were feeling that way since last night and she smirked, making a mental note to take care of that as soon as the two of you got back. Not that she didn’t want to ravish you right this second, but you didn’t have time and she was not going to risk your parents’ good favour by fucking you senseless and making you scream right under their roof. “We should get going, sweetheart.” She whispered, when the two of you parted and her resolve almost broke when she heard you mewl for her. “I promise to take such good care of you as soon as we get back, baby girl. I’ll give you everything you want, kitten, no holding back. You just have to be a little more patient.” “When we get back?” You reflected, thinking of all the time you’ll have to spend without her touch. “No, no, no, please Wands, that’s too long! Please don’t make me wait that long.” “It’s just a couple of nights, honey. We can make it.” She insisted. She didn’t want to be deprived of your touch either, but she wasn’t going to let her desire for you ruin her chance to win your parents, so she strengthened her resolve. She knew she would need a lot of it, since she hadn’t needed to hold back since before your first night together. After that amazing time, when she finally made you her own, your relationship developed quickly and she took advantage of every opportunity to ravage you, making this stay with your parents the longest dry spell the two of you have had to face. With a deep sigh you let her pull away from you and she smiled a little at the dramatic way you were taking it all. Surely, it couldn’t be that bad. But she pushed the thought from her mind, taking most of your bags, allowing you to carry just some small, light things to the car and she loaded it all in. On the road she let you play whatever music you wanted, but the two of you mostly talked, the time passing quickly. Whenever she didn’t keep you occupied, she would see your eyes wander at the scenery around you and she would have thought you looked serene if it wasn’t for the subtle, but unmistakable way you would squeeze your legs together and she was tempted to see what you were thinking of, but since she was driving, she didn’t want to accidentally crash her car, due to the images she might find, settling for occupying your time and mind instead. When you arrived, car parked in your parents’ driveway, Wanda started to fidget. She turned to you, her green eyes full of worry and you took her hand in yours. You were going to start reassuring her, wanting to help her feel more at ease, but as soon as your mouth opened, so did your house’ front door and your parents stepped outside, smiling faces taking you both in. “I love you, Wanda.” You squeezed her hand in yours, as it was the best you could do in the short time you had, seeing your mom and dad starting to walk towards you. “It’s going to be ok.” You promised and she nodded, steeling her nerves and gathering all her composure, so she would look friendly and kind. The moment you stepped out of the car, meeting your parents in the middle of the driveway, they started to hug you, your mom reaching you first and hugging you warmly. Your dad, more reserved as he was, stayed at your mother’s side, smiling and following Wanda’s movements as she stepped closer to the 3 of you. You hugged him next, his arms wrapping around you entirely and pulling you close. Unlike your mom, he said nothing, as sharing his feelings wasn’t his way, but you knew it warmed his heart to have you back. “Mom, dad, I would like you both to meet my girlfriend Wanda.” You announced when she was finally next to you and you watched them greet each other, watching the interaction closely. Both your parents offered their hands to her, introducing themselves with a smile and they barely waited for the pleasantries to be over, before they beckoned you inside. You watched your dad help Wanda with the luggage, as neither one would allow you to help, and you saw the subtle smile on his face grow, liking her already. And it wasn’t because Wanda carried your bags. He knew you were a capable girl and that you didn’t need someone to do it for you. He just liked that Wanda was the type of woman who gave you a glance and said “We’ve got it” and you listened without protest. Something he'd never seen you do in your life.   By the time the two of you settled it was already lunch and the two of you joined your parents around the neatly set table. Your mother had asked you in advance about what Wanda liked and if she was allergic to anything, preparing different menus for the days you’d spend together and she proudly started to bring out food from the kitchen, refusing any offers of help from you or Wanda. During the meal your parents got to know Wanda a little better, the conversation flowing smoothly and as her curiosity piqued, she started listening in on their thoughts. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn’t help it. She was scared that they’ll hate her. But as much as it shocked her, they didn’t. In fact they loved her. She spoke equally well with both of them. She spoke about cooking, fashion and art with your mom and politics, house maintenance, travel and gardening with your dad. Because truly, your parents’ beautiful garden was all his doing. Something Wanda was well aware of, of course. And the more she won them over, the more she enjoyed being here with them. Your mother saw the vulnerability in her, saw how gentle and caring she was towards you, saw the affection and adoration in her eyes every time she looked at you. Your mother could tell Wanda was good for you. You seemed happy, radiant even. She saw the pride in your eyes when you looked at your girlfriend, saw the love, saw your newfound spark for life there and she was overjoyed. She saw the way Wanda encouraged your interests and hobbies and she was glad that you had found someone like her as a partner. Your father liked Wanda too. He, the way men do, noticed the strength in her, saw the way she walked confidently, with her shoulders squared and her head high, saw she was considerate of you, protective of you, the way he had once hoped a man would. Knowing you loved women, he was accepting, and of all the women, he was happy that you had picked Wanda Maximoff. More than that, he could tell you respected her. The way you hadn’t showed respect towards any other partner you’ve had and, in his eyes, if Wanda was worthy of your respect, then she certainly was the right kind of woman for you. “They love you.” You told her, when you got a moment alone with her. “I swear they love you more than they love me.” “You know that’s not true, baby.” Wanda smiled, stroking your hair. “They just like me for you.” “Oh, I’m not saying that as a bad thing.” You laughed. “It’s good that they love you.’’ You said, leaning in to kiss her gently, but getting immediately pushed away, when Wanda heard your parents walking back in. Wanda was a modern, progressive woman by all accounts, she knew about all the new trends and she could blend in anywhere and talk freely with anyone, she rarely cared about what others might think of her and she was never ashamed to show the world you were hers. She kissed you passionately when she wanted to, held your hand in public proudly, kept you close, but when it came to this, she was old-fashioned to the core. She wasn’t going to kiss you in front of your mom and dad, she was not going to have sex with you in their house and she was not going to let you try to tempt her. Seeing the disappointment in your eyes, she squeezed your hand in a silent apology, hating that she had to pull away from your lips. Despite what you might have thought, she already missed your lips and couldn’t wait to claim them all over again. “Girls.” Your mom spoke with a cheerful tone. “We’ll have to leave you two for a bit. We have some errands to run, but we’ll be back before dinner.” She explained and you inwardly cheered at the prospect of being left alone with Wanda. “If you want, the two of you can go out.” She suggested, turning to Wanda. “It’s so nice outside right now and Y/N can show you the town.” She offered. “Oh, that would be lovely.” Wanda agreed, before you had a chance to utter a word. You were actually seconds away from saying you’d rest instead, but her eagerness was so charming that you couldn’t resist. “We should.” Wanda turned to you too. “I want to know where you grew up.” “That’s so wonderful.” Your mom exclaimed. “Wanda, dear, after dinner I’ll show you all my albums with pictures of Y/N, too.” She promised and you had to hold in your groan. “You don’t need to do that, mom.” You tried to protest. “Yeah, I’m sure she doesn’t want to see all that.” Your dad chimed in, coming to your rescue. “I would love to see them.” Wanda spoke, her voice soft and sweet. She wasn’t going to let you deprive her of this, no matter how embarrassed you were. “It’s settled then.” Your mom agreed, looping her hand through your father’s arm and pulling him out of the room. “Have fun, girls!” She spoke over her shoulder and you could practically hear the smile she was wearing. “Don’t give me that look, detka.” Wanda smiled mischievously. “You can’t tell me you didn’t expect that.” “Expected it? Yes. But I still hoped to avoid it.” You muttered. “No way, dear. That would be too good to miss.” “I can’t believe you’d do that to me.” You protested again, but you were already smiling. You couldn’t deny Wanda anything. In the background you could hear your parents closing their front door, leaving you alone and an idea sparkled in your head. “I know… The torture!” She smiled, fake pity lacing in her voice. “Yeah… But you can make it up to me.” You offered, your voice dropping. You stood up from your chair and straddled her, your arms circling her neck, while you allowed your skirt to ride up your thighs, so Wanda could see the pair of pretty pink panties you had on. “And how would I do that?” She asked, lust slowly taking over her brain and you knew you almost had her. You leaned in to kiss her, eyes fluttering shut as your hips instinctively dragged themselves over her lap, searching for friction against your needy pussy, when suddenly you stiffened, startled by the sound of the front door flinging open again and your mother’s distant voice explaining to your dad that she’ll just grab whatever it is she forgot and they’ll be on their way and his grumbling response, before they left again. The two of you laughed, as if you were teenagers, seconds away from being caught doing something forbidden and with reluctance, you got yourself up, the moment ruined. “I’m sorry, darling.” Wanda soothed, helping you get off her lap and the two of you headed to the door. Wanda had a love for small towns that you couldn’t quite understand, but you showed her the place where you used to play as a kid, your old school, the café you loved going to with your friends and she listened to you with so much genuine interest as you told her about your memories that you felt blessed to have her as your partner. She insisted to see where you had your first kiss and the spot you liked for picnics, immersing herself in your life. You knew her life was much different than yours, that she never had those things, that she had faced a hard life and at first you were reluctant you talk about your experiences, about what you knew to be privilege, but she soon assured you that it didn’t hurt her to hear those things. She wanted to know everything about you. She wasn’t resentful that you had an easier life, she was happy that she was building a normal, good one alongside you. The two of you ended up on a bench in the park, talking about what you wanted in life, what your hopes and dreams for the future looked like and you both felt a sense of belonging with the other. You had talked about these things before, of course, shared ideas and aspirations, but now it felt more intimate and the two of you relaxed against each other, only leaving when it started to get dark. When you walked back into your parents’ house, they were already talking animatedly in the living room, greeting you both with wide smiles. “Did you have a nice walk?” Your mother asked, seating you on the couch. “What do you think of our little town Wanda?” “It’s lovely.” Your girlfriend smiled, taking her seat. You sat next to her, her hand on your thigh, smiling as the conversation around you started to flow effortlessly. Your parents directed most of the conversation on Wanda, naturally curious about her and somehow your thoughts managed to drift away on their own, until your name being called snapped you to attention. “What?” You blinked away your thoughts, focusing on your mother’s expecting gaze. “Sorry, I got distracted for a moment.” And distracted you were. She had put her hand on your thigh mindlessly, not really meaning anything more than that, but it had awoken something inside you. You remembered all the other times Wanda would touch you this way. On car rides and movie nights, in the dark movie theatre… All the times she teased you this way, made you needy, made you desperate for her touch. And desperate you were. You were going a little crazy at how badly you needed her and you couldn’t help but squeeze your legs together as you tried to shake away the thought. “That’s all right, dear.” Your mother laughed. “I just asked if you could help me in the kitchen.” “Yes.” You managed a smile, getting up from your spot, feeling wetness smear across your underwear. This couldn’t do. You needed some sort of relief, or you were going to explode. “Would you excuse me for just a moment and I’ll join you in the kitchen?” You asked discretely. “Of course.” Your mom smiled, heading towards the kitchen, while you went upstairs and locked yourself in the bathroom. You leaned against the door, sighing, your mind split between wanting relief and thinking that you shouldn’t be doing this right now. Just a little patience. That’s what Wanda had said when you left your house this morning. But your body said something different. Just the thought of being kissed by her, of being touched and fucked by her was making your pussy throb and protest against the emptiness you felt. You needed to cum or you were going to go crazy. Your mind settling on a decision, you let your hand sneak under your skirt and inside your underwear, finding copious amounts of wetness there. Not really having much time to tease yourself, you used one hand to circle your clit, while the fingers of the other found your entrance and you pushed inside, pulling a deep sigh from you. It didn’t feel as good as Wanda’s touch, it didn’t even come close, but then again nothing felt as good as her anymore, but it was something and you started to work yourself up. Your mind filled with images of Wanda, of what she’ll do to you, of the little fantasies you’ve had with her that you felt too shy to share, loosing yourself in the moment entirely, until a knock on the door startled you back into reality. “Y/N, honey, are you all right?” Your mother’s voice called out and your heartbeat quickened. “Yeah, I’m ok. I’ll be right out.” You responded, your voice less stable than you hoped. “Ok, dear, I’ll be in the kitchen.” She explained and you heard her footsteps as she descended the stairs again. As soon as she left, you let out a shaky breath, feeling even more wound up. You were close. You needed a couple more minutes and you were going to cum and the thought of that frustrated you more. You needed this and you were so close, so with a shaky hand, you reached beneath your skirt once more, determined to get this done as quickly as possible. You got close, your breathing ragged as you tried to keep yourself as quiet as possible. The edge came next, not as good as you hoped for, but something and you needed a few more seconds to finally come, when another knock on the door startled you. This time you were listening closely, yet you heard no sound and that brought an icy feeling in your veins that the only person who could sneak this well is Wanda. “Darling, can you open the door for me?” She asked calmly, but you could hear the edge in her voice. “I’m just washing my hands and coming out, Wands.” You called out, wanting to buy yourself some time to calm down. Your answer however did not seem to satisfy her and you heard the click of the lock, no doubt using her magic and the door opened slowly, your girlfriend walking in. You had made yourself presentable as much as you could, but you knew she could read you like a book, no doubt guessing what you were doing. And it wasn’t hard. Your hands shook, the look in your eyes one of guilt and desperation. “Honey, what were you doing?” She asked softly, stalking towards you like a predator. “Nothing, I just needed a moment.” You tried to say, but had no real excuse. “Don’t lie to me.” Wanda captured you in her arms, pulling you close to her. Her voice was like a growl, her eyes stormy as she stared at you. “You have such loud thoughts, little kitten.” She said, the danger in her voice unmistakable. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out?” “No, I…” You tried to say, not really sure where this sentence was going to go anyway. “I could hear you all the way downstairs, baby. You have such pretty thoughts in your head when you think of me. So naughty.” She cut you off, trapping you between her body and the cold tiles. Wanda took your hands in hers gently, lovingly, pulling them up and bringing her face close to your fingers. “I can smell your sweet pussy on your fingers.” She said darkly. “Are you going to deny that as well?” “Wanda, I was just…” You tried to explain, knowing there was nothing you could say. “Don’t you dare…” She growled in your face, coming even closer, if that was even possible, every inch of your body pressed against hers. “Mommy will punish you for that when we get home.” She said through her teeth. “I hope that edge was worth it.” With those words she let you go, walking away from you before you could protest. “Don’t take too long.” She called out over her shoulder, before she left you alone in the bathroom. You sighed, feeling more worked up than before, knowing she won’t let you finish, now that she’d caught you and already making your mom wait in the kitchen. Truly, this was a disaster, but you pulled yourself together. You took off your ruined panties, knowing they would be more uncomfortable and you put them in the basket with the rest of the dirty laundry. You tried to dry off as much as you could, then washed your hands and walked downstairs. Helping your mother in the kitchen was a good distraction, keeping you busy and your mind away from inappropriate thoughts of Wanda. It mostly worked, or at least you didn’t feel that terrible need between your legs every second while you loaded the dishwasher, or set the table. It was working until Wanda walked in, wanting to ask if the two of you needed any help. Her presence instantly brought to mind the earlier events and with them, the terrible need between your legs, making you squeeze them together in desperation. Truly, it wasn’t fair that she could turn you into a mess with nothing but her presence, but knowing there was nothing you could do about it currently, you tried your best to ignore it, hoping the woman would leave. Unfortunately, your mother left first, leaving you alone with Wanda and an idea instantly popped into your head. You knew you shouldn’t do it. You knew that an angry Wanda was a force to be reconned with and you were already on thin ice with her from earlier, but you couldn’t help yourself. You wanted her so badly. You needed her. And if she was going to make you wait, then you were going to make it hard for her too. If she was going to punish you, and she was, there was no doubt in your mind about that, then you would enjoy earning it.   “What can I do?” She asked, stepping closer. “Oh, no, I’m almost done.” You said with a smile. “I just need to grab something.” You explained, leaning over the counter. Your movements were exaggerated, you knew that. You were practically bent over the counter, allowing your skirt to ride up your thighs and move even higher, revealing you wore nothing underneath. You didn’t dare look back at Wanda, but you could feel her eyes on you, drinking you in and you loved it. You knew she absolutely adored having you this way, recalling countless times she’s bent you over, so she could fill you up with her cock. Whenever you had your ass in the air, she would go a little feral, she’d fuck you a little harder and God, did you need that kind of treatment right now. When Wanda saw you, her hands balled into fists and despite her enviable self-control, she started to walk towards you. Knowing that you don’t have the time you needed for the game you started, you straightened just in time to hear your mom walking in as well. Both women stared at you, your mom with her unsuspecting kindness coming to help and your girlfriend, with her jaw clenched at your little display and you gave them a smile as you headed to the dining room, Wanda close behind you and burning holes through your clothes. To her credit, your girlfriend managed to look calm and composed and she plastered a kind smile on her face and she sat down next to you on one side of the table with your parents on the other. You engaged in a conversation quickly, your transgression seemingly forgiven by Wanda, and perhaps you should have left it that way, knowing that the woman had very little tolerance for bratty behaviour, but there was a twisted part of you that loved pulling that out of her. You loved riling her up, not caring for the punishment you’ll receive. And you knew you’ll get exactly what you deserve. But that excited you too.  You loved that Wanda could be so tender, so caring, so sweet, that she would make love to you as if you’re made of glass and pamper you like a princess and you loved when she got rough too, when she held you down and left marks and fucked you senseless, overstimulating you and using you to get off, leaving you a total mess, just so she would take care of you after, even softer and more loving than before. Both equally tempting in your mind. With these thoughts still lingering, you sneaked one of your hands under the table and straight on Wanda’s thigh, your face betraying nothing of what you were doing. You felt her stiffen under you, but to her credit, she remained calm and composed and you took that as a challenge, your fingers drawing circles, until she tried to jerk her leg away from you. Wanda tried to give you a warning glare, her actions subtle, but you ignored her. You were having way more fun than you expected, so your hand soon found her leg again, this time sliding further up, until she was forced to squeeze her legs together, so she could prevent you from cupping her pussy, as you seemingly intended. “Trying to get yourself in more trouble, huh?” You heard Wanda’s voice in your head. She sounded on edge, clearly affected, if she resorted to using her telepathic abilities and you only allowed yourself to smile mildly, while you pretended to listen to your parents. Ignoring her warning you kept going, your hand gliding down the length of her legs, before moving back up, fingers dancing on the insides of her thighs. You getting to rile Wanda up for a change was even more fun than you thought it would be and you mentally committed to the action, even if you knew she’ll make you regret it soon enough. “This is your last warning, baby girl.” You heard her voice in your head again. This time lower, laced with a dangerous note of excitement at the prospect of getting to put you back in your place. “If you stop right now, I’ll even consider being lenient with you.” She promised, although you both knew it was unlikely. For a few moments you considered, but really, it was your father’s voice, pulling you from your thoughts, that made you take your hand and place it back on the table. “What do you say we watch a movie after dinner? I hear Wanda enjoys movies and there’s this new comedy that your mother and I have been meaning to watch.’’ He suggested, looking at the both of you. “That sounds great, dad.” You said with a smile. “It would be lovely.” Wanda agreed and she placed a hand on top of yours, lacing your fingers together as a silent thank you, her features softening. When the meal was finished you helped your mother clear the table and clean up in the kitchen, while your dad insisted Wanda help him set up the movie. You heard him offer her a glass of whiskey as he poured himself one and you couldn’t help but smile at how naturally he seemed to accept her and welcome her. It was his way with you and your friends ever since you were old enough to drink. He never discriminated and actually taught you to drink without grimacing, enjoying to share an occasional glass with you whenever you were home, knowing that you only drank with him. You knew however that Wanda would refuse and he accepted it with a nod of his head as she sat in the big arm chair that he referred to as “his chair” ever since your family owned it, placing his glass on the small table next to it and engaging Wanda in a light conversation as they waited for you and your mom to join them. He had intended to give the woman a speech, tell her that you were one of the most important people in his life and that he does not wish to see you hurt, but he seemed to refrain from it and curiously, Wanda tried to find in his thoughts why, only to understand that it was solely because he seemed to see how much she cared about you too. A bond they shared wordlessly, while they waited. Once all four of you settled, your mom taking a seat next to your dad on another chair, so they can free up the couch for the two of you, you started the movie. It was a light comedy that had all of you laughing and commenting on the foolish actions of the characters. At some point Wanda pulled the small blanket that was placed on the couch and covered you both, allowing you to snuggle closer into her, the way you both loved and feeling the gesture your mom made to your dad, both of them sharing a smile, without saying a thing. The moment seemed peaceful, until Wanda’s hand rested against your thigh, while her eyes remained trained on the TV. She didn’t seem to mean anything by it, but it was enough to spark arousal inside you and you tried to shift uncomfortably, which only brought her hand even closer to where you needed her most, her fingertips resting against bare, smooth flesh. Thoughtlessly, recklessly, you decided to do the same, your hand finding her thigh and starting mindless circles against it, earning you a stern look of disapproval. You gave her a pointed look at her own hand, feeling your pussy twitch involuntarily and she seemed to understand, pulling her hand away to appease you, but the game was already on. The movie was entirely forgotten and you had a single thing in mind. Sex.   By the end of the movie, Wanda didn’t even need to read your thoughts to know what you were thinking of. She could hear those loud thoughts even without her magic. You were driving yourself crazy just thinking of her and you were making it impossible for her to concentrate on anything else as well. With a hard glare and her patience entirely gone, Wanda decided that she would not let you continue to behave like a brat the entire weekend and she quickly formed a plan on how to handle the situation. When the finishing credits rolled your parents excused themselves, bidding you goodnight and she knew she wouldn’t have to wait much longer. “You girls can stay and watch something else if you like.” Your mom offered. “But you know how we are, dear, we like to go to bed at a reasonable hour.” “We’ll probably go up soon, too, mom.” You smiled. “Well, goodnight then girls.” Your dad said with a tired smile, getting up from his chair and coming over to kiss the top of your head, before they both retired to their room. “What do you say Wands, wanna go to bed, or stay and watch another movie?” You asked suggestively, leaning in to kiss her cheek, but being stopped by Wanda’s firm hand on your throat. “Oh, we’re going upstairs.” She practically hissed, her eyes glowing red as they finally met yours. You tried to swallow, a task that proved difficult with a hand wrapped around your neck. “That’s what you want, isn’t it?” She asked, tilting her head to the side as she took you in. “Yes.” You nodded hopefully. You were practically melting just from this, eyes full of lust and arousal, mind and body surrendering entirely just from the small touch she offered, just from the prospect of being touched and although Wanda wanted to be mad at you for pulling all these stunts, she couldn’t help but feel a sort of warmth inside her, because she knew it was done, so you would get her attention, so you would get to feel her the way you did now. Because you wanted her. And she knew she shouldn’t reward such behaviour, that she should punish you. And letting you stew in your neediness would be a great way of doing that, but she couldn’t ignore that she herself felt so much desire for you. You had awakened a sleeping beast inside her and she wanted nothing more than to devour you whole and she knew the perfect way to do both. “And you think you can always get what you want from me?” She asked, her eyes narrowing dangerously. “You think that teasing me and acting up will get you what you want?” “No, I…” You try to speak, but you’re quickly cut off. “I don’t want to hear excuses from you.” She whispered dangerously. “Upstairs, now!” She practically ordered and you scurried to obey her. You walked to your room in silence, not wanting to alert your parents and Wanda walked behind you. You could feel her hard eyes on you with every step you took and you practically held your breath until you walked into your room, turning on the lights and hearing her close the door gently. You turned to face her, expecting to be met with more of her harsh words, but you saw only magic instead. She had her arms outstretched and the room glowed with her scarlet magic as it spread to every corner. When she was done, she stalked towards you, capturing you quickly and spinning your body, walking you backwords until your back hit the same door you just came in from. It gave a loud thud and you looked around, scared that the sound could probably be heard throughout the house. “Oh, don’t worry.” Wanda smiled almost cruelly. “I soundproofed this room. No one can hear what happens here.” Her grin widened as she raked her eyes over your body. “I can make you scream all night long and no one will know.” Before you could even respond, Wanda crashed her lips to yours, claiming you in a fiery kiss. When you could finally catch up, you kissed her back, arousal replacing any caution that you might have had. You felt her sure hands run a path down your shoulders, her palms smoothly passing over your chest and massaging your breasts roughly, pulling a strangled moan from your lips that she easily swallowed. She kissed you this way for a long moment, enjoying the way you squirmed, the way you gasped in utter surrender, until it wasn’t enough anymore. In a swift motion, she grabbed both ends of your shirt and pulled roughly, her strong hands tearing the buttons and sending them flying across the room. “I told you not to wear this today.” She reminded as she pulled your ruined shirt open to take a look at your breasts in their pretty pink bra. She held them in her hands, mouth watering at the thought of sucking on your nipples and making you moan, until she remembered that she was meant to be punishing you right now. With a smile she pulled your bra down, the cups folding under your breasts and leaving them exposed in an obscene way. “Get on your knees.” Wanda demanded, her hands pushing against your shoulders, until you obeyed, sinking down to your knees and looking up at her. She unbuttoned her pants with pointed slowness as she looked down to meet your eyes. “You couldn’t help yourself could you?” She asked as she undid the zipper next. “Your pussy is such a needy little thing that it couldn’t stay empty even for a night, right? It was so needy that you couldn’t listen to Mommy even for a day.” She accused, pulling her pants down her legs, exposing her underwear and the wet patch on it. She took them off too, bringing them to your eyes as her wetness glistened under the light. “And you just had to tease me, didn’t you?” She asked as she threw the ruined panties somewhere on the floor. Unsure what to say, or perhaps because some part of you knew it was better if you said nothing at all, you stayed silent for a few seconds as she stared you down and when she didn’t receive a response, magic erupted from her fingers, red tendrils curling around her and starting to take shape that you soon recognized was one of the straps the two of you owned. Magic swirled around it a bit longer and when it disappeared, Wanda watched you gulp as you took the toy in. It was in no way your biggest one, but it was sizable enough and a voice in your head told you where it was going even before Wanda spoke. “You’ve been such a cock-hungry little slut today.’’ She mused as she ran her thumb over your lips, before she pushed it in your mouth, smiling when you took it in eagerly and started to suck, your eyes closing as you savoured the moment. “Begging for it every chance you got. Well, here it is, baby.’’ She growled, taking her cock and guiding it closer to your face with a smirk. “And you better take it all down your throat, or I leave you like this!” She threatened, pulling her thumb out of your mouth and quickly replacing it with the toy. The moment her cockhead entered your mouth you both sighed. Just this caused more wetness to pool between your legs and with no barrier it started to smear across your thighs as you tried to work more of her into your mouth, until she hit the back of your throat. A small, involuntary gag, caused Wanda to moan once more and you wondered if she could feel your mouth around her, she certainly had the power to make it happen if she wanted to. So you decided to test your theory. You pulled off of her cock, until only her tip was inside and you swirled your tongue over it, before taking her back in as deep as you could. Her reaction was instantaneous, a loud moan gracing your ears, followed by one of her hands taking a few strands of your hair to steady you against her. She could definitely feel you. And you wondered if she could have always done that and why she chose to do it now for the first time. “Clever girl.” Wanda praised, realizing that you had discovered what she used her magic for and she started to move with you, building a rhythm that had her throwing her head back. “Let’s see if Mommy’s cock can erase all these thoughts from your head.” She rasped, taking hold of you with her other hand as well and driving her hips forward, until her cock hit the back of your throat again. You tried to keep your mouth open, stifling a small gag and forcing yourself to take her in a little bit deeper. The thought of being left untouched was motivation enough, but the knowledge that she could feel you, that you can please her, make her feel good, make her cum, had you desperate to take her all the way in. Wanda sensed your vigour, felt your excitement and she knew the source of it. She wasn’t even sure which one of you wanted it more at this point, her body shuddering under the immense pleasure of this new feeling she was experiencing. The feeling of your tongue gliding on the underside of her shaft and swirling over her head, your lips tightly wrapped around her as most of her shaft was encased in your wet, warm mouth was unlike any other and she had to hold back from bucking her hips and gagging you even more. And God, she was tempted. “Take a deep breath for me.” Wanda instructed, pulling back to give you a second to comprehend her words and do as you’re told. You tried to nod as much as you could, your chest heaving and your eyes watery as they looked up at Wanda. “God, you look so pretty like this, with your beautiful eyes looking up at me like that.” She admired you openly, her voice growing hoarse as everything inside her screamed to ruin you. She drove her hips forward, her movements deliberately slow and gentle and you knew a deep thrust was coming, so you did your best to keep your mouth open as you felt her drive her cock into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat and making you want to gag, a reflex you tried to hold back as she pushed deeper, stopping an inch from the base of her strap. “Breathe, baby.” She soothed, as she repeated the action a few more times, allowing you to get used to her and the new feeling. “Keep your pretty eyes on me.” She demanded, a hand cupping your cheek. “I want you to look at me.” When Wanda knew you were ready, she pulled back a little, allowing you another deep breath, before she thrust back in, this time not stopping until she felt you take her all the way and she let a deep moan at the feeling of it. “There we go. Who knew you’re such a good little cock-sucker?” She moaned once more, holding you against her, her eyes closing in pure bliss. She could feel your throat constricting in a stifled gag, squeezing her cock deliciously and making her gasp with delight, your struggle only adding to her excitement. Cautiously, she pulled back, allowing you to breathe, taking the toy, which she progressively started to think of as her cock, out of your mouth for a moment as she looked at you, lips swollen and eyes watery, chest heaving as you admired her as much as she did you. “More, please.” You rasped, repositioning yourself, the hardwood floor unforgiving on your knees, but you didn’t care. “You want more, baby girl?” She asked as she stroked your cheek affectionately. “You want Mommy to cum down your throat?” “Yes, please!” You licked your lips subconsciously, mouth watering at the thought that she could do that. That you would taste her. “Good girl.” She praised, taking hold of her cock and guiding it back to your parted lips. “But baby?” She paused making sure she had your full attention. “If you can’t take it all the way down, Mommy will cum on your pretty tits instead and she won’t let you taste even a drop! Understood?” The threat in her voice was clear and you couldn’t believe how much your body responded, hating the prospect of wasting even a drop. You tried to nod, but you knew it wouldn’t be enough for her and you weren’t surprised when she pulled back, so she’d allow you to speak. “Yes, Mommy.” You said with a smile, lips parting as you waited for her to put her cock back in your mouth. She started to move slowly, allowing you to adjust once more as she got closer and closer. She could feel her orgasm building, impossible to ignore as you sucked her eagerly, letting her guide you the way she wanted. Each time her cock sinking deeper, until she could feel you take all of her once more. And as soon as you did, she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. She pulled away, allowing you to breathe for a second. “Show me how much you want my cum.” She rasped, thrusting forward and feeling her cock twitch as she started to come. You braced yourself for it, eagerly sucking her as she stilled, not wanting to waste a single drop of her delicious cum, by letting it spill and you watched her throw her head back as her orgasm washed over her, feeling her legs shake under your palms and you reached behind her to support her better. You felt each spurt of white as she moaned in pleasure and you helped her ride it out as best you could, fighting your body as it screamed for air, screamed for you to pull away, but you refused. Not before she was done. Her pleasure was intoxicating, making your own pussy twitch with need and even more wetness to leak out and smear over your entrance and thighs. For a moment there, while Wanda came into your mouth and stood still against you, it seemed that she had calmed. That your earlier transgressions had been forgiven. Her face was serene and relaxed, while she tried to take steady breaths, but as soon as she pulled out and looked down at you, teary eyes trained on her while you tried to let your throat relax and breathe, her rage returned. She picked you up from the floor with a gentle hand, steadying you on your wobbly legs and using her magic to strip you entirely, guiding you to the bed, so she can practically throw you on it. “Get on your hands and knees.” She demands, swiftly following after you and positioning herself behind you. Before you could react, before you had a chance to even comprehend her instructions, she was pulling you up and propping you in the position she required, her impatience obvious. Her hungry eyes zeroed in on the way your back arched, on your ass, that you kept up in the air for her, on your wet pussy and the glistening evidence of your arousal and she had to smirk. You were so ripe for the taking. “Look at that…” She mused, her hands taking hold of you once more, her palms kneading your ass. “You’re all wet.” She said smugly. “Did sucking my cock get you this wet?” She asked as she spread your cheeks to take a better look at you. With your face flushed and your mind starting to melt from the prospect of being fucked, you could hardly say anything. Wanda’s filthy words making their way to your ears and making you blush even more, there was no way you could respond. Unfortunately for you, your silence only infuriated Wanda more and her hands retracted, only for her to land a harsh slap on your ass, pulling a surprised gasp from you. “I asked you a question baby girl.” She said with a stern tone, another slap landing on your other cheek. “If I have to repeat myself, I’ll have to assume that you don’t want to get fucked. Is that the case, honey?” She asked with mocking softness in her tone. “I want to get fucked, please!” You managed to say as you whined a little into the mattress. “I bet you do…” She mused as she ran a finger through your wetness, just to tease you. “You’re so wet. I’ve never seen you this wet before. Is that all from sucking my cock?” She asked once more, retracting her finger and licking it clean. “Yes, Mommy.” You responded softly, your cheeks heating up just from the thought. “Well, if you weren’t such a bad girl today, perhaps you would have gotten what you wanted right now…” She said sternly. “But you just couldn’t wait, could you?” She accused, landing another slap on your ass, watching it turn faint pink. “You had to go and touch yourself!” She growled, each hit growing harder. The skin on her palm stung from spanking you, but she ignored it, letting out her anger as she continued to list your transgressions. “Did you think that I wouldn’t find out? Or did you forget that only I’m allowed to touch that greedy little pussy?” She asked, each sentence a new slap that had you moaning into the mattress. It was the perfect mixture of pain and pleasure. “Or maybe you did it to get my attention…” She mused, pausing for a second and using her fingers to tease your entrance again, gliding along your slit and touching your clit briefly, but retracting, before you had a chance to really enjoy the pleasure of it. “What will your family think, I wonder?’’ She asked, resuming her spanking. “What would they say if they saw you today? If they knew you were trying to touch me under the blanket, with them right next to us!’’ She hissed at the memory. “If they saw you wore no panties to their dinner table! That you were showing off your pussy and ass, like a common whore, when they could have walked in at any second!’’ Just the thought had her head spinning. The sound of each slap and each one of your corresponding moans spurring her on more.  “What would they say if they knew you were so hungry for my cock you couldn’t wait till we’re alone?! That you swallowed all my cum and still wanted more. That I’m spanking your ass to punish you, yet your pussy fucking leaks.’’ She continued, pointedly running her fingers through your wetness, circling your clit just to pull away again. “I bet it wants my cock so much. I left you needy this morning, huh? You had to have it that badly.” She growled, your ass turning red by the end of it. “Yes, please!” You finally responded, almost screaming, your hips trying to push into her and get some of the friction you needed. “Mommy, please!” You begged, hoping to soften her. “Next time you want my cock that badly, ask nicely!” “But I did!” You try to protest. You knew that your impatience and neediness had gotten you here, that you had earned your punishment, but you couldn’t help the way your pussy pulsed and twitched with need for her. “Don’t you dare talk back at me after all the stunts you pulled.” Wanda growls, a loud smack reaching your ears before you even felt it. It was the hardest so far and yet, so delicious you moaned. Wanda paused to admire her work, your face flushed, your pussy somehow wetter than before and your ass the perfect shade of red. If she could, she’d take a picture of you right now, so she could remember this moment forever. Satisfied, she teased your pussy once more, a single finger running through your wetness, sometimes stopping at your entrance, as if she would give you what you want and sink inside, only to pull away again. “I shouldn’t even be indulging you right now.” She told you sternly. “I should leave you like this. Teach you a lesson about patience. But if I do, you’ll just spend the night trying to touch yourself.” She said accusingly, the tip of her finger dipping in, before she pulled out again. “And we can’t have that, can we?”   “Please!” You whimpered, your voice a little broken as Wanda continued to tease you. “You’re so pretty when you beg.” Wanda complimented, allowing her finger to dip inside you again, before she retracted it. “Please, Mommy!” You squirmed, your whole body on fire. “Please, what? What should I do, when you’ve been such a bad girl, huh?” She asked as she leaned in closer, her body pressing into you, her cock grazing your thigh and her hands running over your back. “Please, fuck me!” You begged openly, whining when she pulled away from you again. There was a moment of silence between you, a moment when you could almost hear the gears in her head turning, while she was deciding if she was going to give in, or punish you further and you waited with bated breath as she took her time. Eventually her fingers returned, soft and gentle as she explored you and you audibly sighed in relief as she found your clit and circled it slowly. She took her time to do it in a way that left you breathless and desperate for more. When your moans turned to whines of frustration, she retracted shortly, watching fear rise within you at the prospect of being left like this, before she dipped a finger in your entrance. She let it sink in entirely this time, meeting no resistance as you welcomed her. She moved in and out of you with slow precision, dragging out your pleasure even from this, only adding a second finger, when she was satisfied with your desperate state. The delicious stretch that her fingers provided had you moaning, your walls squeezing her in, refusing to let her go even for a second. Had it not been for the soundproof spell she had put on your room, the whole house would have heard you and you were grateful for this small mercy as she quickened her pace, starting to build you up. “My little brat!” She admired you, fingers pumping in even harder. “Has Mommy been soft on you all this time? Perhaps I let you get your way too much.” She added, watching you struggle to speak, struggle to think of something to say. “Or maybe you wanted to be punished. Is that it, little brat?” “No! No, Mommy.” You manage to say through broken moans as she hits an especially sensitive spot inside you. “Is this a good spot, baby?” She asks, hitting it again and watching you almost melt into the mattress. “Are you going to cum all over my fingers?” “Yes, Mommy, please!” You whimper as you get so close, your orgasm about to hit you. To your dismay, she pulls away, leaving you empty and smiling viciously when you whine in frustration. “You don’t deserve it.” She says coldly, flipping you over, so you can face her. She crawls over you like a predator, her eyes fiery and full of emotion. “Luckily for you, I’m in a generous mood.” She adds in a low growl, shifting her weight, so she could prop herself on one arm, the other returning back to your entrance and pushing slowly inside. She angled them as before, hitting that glorious spot within you every time, watching your eyes flutter closed at the feeling. Despite still being angry with you, she couldn’t help but feel a sort of reverence towards you, a sort of internal pull, something deep inside her loving to see your pleasured expression, loving to be the cause of it. And a primal urge to do it over and over again. When you got close again your arms wrapped around her, holding on to her in a way that she adored. You were so precious when you searched for her, arms tightening as if she’d disappear, nails digging into her skin, needing her close. The gesture never failed to warm her heart. “Go on, baby, cum for me, I’ve got you.” She whispered, leaning down to kiss your neck softly and feeling your face nestle against her as you held her even tighter, allowing yourself to finally cum. When your orgasm hit, you practically screamed, body shaking and spasming in pleasure, as powerful waves of it washed over your body. The intensity grew exponentially, surprising even you and you were glad that you had Wanda to hold on to, feeling as if you’d get lost in it without her. She helped you ride it out, whispering soft praises as she moved inside you, revelling in the feeling of your walls pulsing around her fingers and only pulling out when she knew you grew sensitive to her touch. She brought her fingers up, inspecting them with a satisfied grin, before she pried your lips open and pushed her fingers in your mouth, making you clean them off with your tongue, watching your blissed out face. When you let them go with a pop, recovering somewhat, Wanda kissed you deeply, exploring your mouth and getting a taste of you that only fuelled her desire.   “You taste so good, baby girl.” She smiled down at you, mischief in her eyes and she started to descend your body. “So delicious. I just have to try for myself.” She decides, settling between your spread legs and diving straight in. Her tongue swirled over your clit delicately, feeling it twitch under her. She had left it neglected until now and she loved the way you arched your back just from the smallest stimulation on it. She repeated the action slowly, licking a line straight from your opening up to your clit and your long sigh of pleasure was like music to her ears. Loving to tease you, she let her tongue push against your entrance a few times, keeping your legs open with her strong arms and feeling you trying to open them even further. “My greedy little brat.” She spoke roughly, one of her hands slapping your thigh, before she took it away. Her fingers found their way back inside you before you even had a chance to respond and she focused her efforts back on your clit, the intensity of it taking your breath away. Your back arched as you silently took everything she was giving you, feeling overwhelmed in the best possible way. “Mommy!” You moaned when her fingers curled inside you, building your next orgasm quickly. She wasted no time in swirling her tongue over your clit in delicious circles, knowing how much you loved the feeling. As the pleasure grew more intense, you couldn’t help but wish that you could stay in this moment, but your body didn’t listen, climbing higher and getting closer to the edge and Wanda was delighted. She kept hitting that same spot determined to have you cry out for her again and from the looks of it, it wouldn’t take long. “Mommy, I’m so close!” You squirmed, almost pulling away from her, but she wouldn’t let you. Your fingers laced in her hair almost instinctively, needing to touch her, to feel close to her, the muscles in your body tightening as you reached the edge. The feeling of it wasn’t sudden, you knew it was coming, yet you weren’t prepared for how intense it would be, or how powerfully the orgasm that followed would affect you. It started at the pit of your stomach, spreading over your entire body like a tidal wave, quickly taking over all your senses, until all you could feel was pleasure. Wanda’s tongue felt like it was brushing against all the best spots at once, and her fingers moved deep inside you, making your legs tremble, helping you ride it all out. The feeling of it was so deeply satisfying, that you didn’t want it to ever end. When it did, you practically melted, your chest heaving as you tried to breathe through your high, feeling Wanda crawl over you with a grin on her face. “That was amazing.” You said, your eyes closed and clearly thinking she was done with you. “Good.” She practically purred, leaning down to kiss you, her tongue easily invading your mouth and letting you taste yourself once more. She hovered above you for a few seconds, admiring the calm content on your face, your attention so focused on her eyes that you didn’t even notice when one of her hands sneaked between your bodies, taking hold of her cock, until she was lining it up with your entrance. “Oh my God!” You took a deep breath, waiting for the moment she would fill you, your words morphing into gasps as she stretched you, bottoming out in one smooth motion. “Did you think we’re done, little brat?” She asked as she lets you adjust to her. Every part of her screamed at the urge to just fuck you, overwhelmed by the indescribable feeling of being inside you. “After what you did today, I’m not stopping, until you’re so fucked out, you can’t even scream anymore.” She practically growled, pulling out half-way, so she could thrust inside you again. She couldn’t help herself. This truly was unlike anything she’d ever felt and she wondered why it took her so long to try. Getting to fuck your mouth and cum down your throat was spectacular, yes, but being inside you was heavenly. Your walls were hugging her tightly, squeezing and pulsing around her, your wet pussy welcoming her. This is where she belonged, where she wanted to stay, snugly nestled deep inside you and feeling every shudder, every tremble and twitch as she fucked you, getting to swallow all your moans as she kissed you deeply. “Fuck! You feel so good.” She grunted, thrusting even harder, her pace gradually building, causing surges of pleasure every time she bottomed out. “Such a tight little pussy.” She murmured to herself, thinking she might not last with the way you felt. You tried to meet her thrusts, your body caught between wanting to cum and already feeling overwhelmed, but she wouldn’t let you. Her strong arms held you down, forcing you to spread your legs even more, so she could hit an even deeper spot inside you. She took both your wrists, pinning them above your head and staring you down, as if daring you to defy her. She was nowhere near done with you and she wasn’t going to let you think that she had so easily forgiven you. After all, she still needed to teach you a lesson. “Mommy.” You whine, your pretty eyes looking up at her and pleading for something you couldn’t voice. “Does it feel good, sweetheart?” She asks, watching you arch your back and snapping her hips, pulling a gasp from you. “Feels so good, yes!” You manage between small moans. “Show me.” She demands, rolling on her side and taking you with her, until suddenly you were on top and she was smirking at you. “Ride that cock.” She instructed smugly, her hands starting to guide your hips. You tried to take it slow, but Wanda wouldn’t let you, pushing you to match the rhythm she had previously set, watching your breasts bounce above her. She was so deep inside you at this angle, her eyes devouring the way you moved. In the heat of the moment you reached down to play with your nipples, forgetting yourself, until she pushed them away harshly. “Put your hands behind your back.” She instructed, catching the momentary hesitation in your eyes. “Don’t make me do it for you.” She warned and you did as you’re told, intertwining your fingers behind you and feeling her magic envelop them in invisible ropes. “These are mine to play with, remember?” She smirked, reaching up to roll your nipples between her fingers, pulling even more moans from you as your hips stuttered for a moment. Wanda made you ride her like this, enjoying the way you teased yourself, your pace too slow to take you over the edge. Your little frustrated moans and whimpers only made it sweeter. She could admire you like this for hours, if it wasn’t for her own orgasm that kept building and growing, until she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold it back for much longer. That’s when her hands gripped your hips, guiding you to move faster, her own hips joining your efforts and meeting you half way, driving her cock deeper than she’s ever been, pulling a series of loud moans from you, your head thrown back. “How does that cock feel, baby girl?” She panted. “So good!” You whined, breathless. “I’m so full.” “Oh, you have no idea, honey.” Wanda smirked, feeling you squeezing her cock. “Wait till Mommy pumps you full of her cum. Then you’ll be really full.” She promised in a growl, her hips picking up their speed. “Oh my God, please!” You rasped, your walls twitching with anticipation. “Yeah? You want it? Are you going to keep it inside, baby? Mommy will be very disappointed if you waste it.” “I’ll keep it.” You promised in a daze, knowing you were on the edge and seconds away from falling off it. “Please, just let me cum, please.” You begged, feeling that tightening that signalled your orgasm. “You wanna cum all over Mommy’s cock, honey?” She teased, knowing you’re so close and feeling herself ready to explode. “Please, please, please!” You whined, about to do it, regardless if she allowed it or not and bracing yourself. “You can cum. Go on, cum with me.” She encouraged, delivering one final thrust and burying herself as deep inside you as he could. The orgasm that washed over her body was unlike anything she’d ever felt. Wave after wave in rapid succession, each one more satisfying than the last. Your pussy was squeezing her tightly through it, pulsing and milking her cock, hungry for every drop of her cum. Enveloped in you, she felt bliss and she wanted to prolong it as much as possible, thrusting inside you in irregular motions, until she was spent. Above her, you were lost in your own little world of pleasure, head thrown back, with your hair falling behind you in waves as you came. You could feel the ropes of cum as she filled you up, felt the way your pussy spasmed as you came, each twitch a new surge of orgasmic bliss as you fell apart. Distantly, you could hear Wanda moan below you, felt her fingers digging into your flesh as she held on to you and it only made it better, her thrusts only stopping when you both couldn’t take anymore. “Fuck!” She cursed, helping you to get off of her and laying you on the bed. You felt her get up and had you been more coherent, you might have questioned why she didn’t release your arms, still tied behind your back, but as it was, you could hardly even think. Wanda got off the bed in a slow, lazy motion, admiring your spent body and the way you panted. In your helpless state and with her cum leaking out of your pussy, you looked even more fuckable and a sense of primal desire took over her. She took hold of your ankles and pulled you down, towards the edge of the bed, until your feet touched the floor and you were left bent over the bed. In a swift motion, you felt Wanda spread your legs more, opening you up to her, so she could have a better look at you. Another drop of her cum leaked out of you, pulled down by gravity, until Wanda stopped it with a finger and pushed it back in, pulling a surprised gasp from your throat. She watched the way her finger disappeared inside you and you moaned in frustration, feeling overstimulated and needy at the same time. “Didn’t I tell you to keep my cum inside?” She questioned from above you, her eyes turning dark again. A fact that would have brought more alertness to you if you had seen it. “Such a bad girl. Defying Mommy all day…” “Mommy…” You moaned, not really sure what to say. “That’s ok, sweetheart. Mommy will just have to fill you up again.” She explained in a low, soothing tone, lining up her cock with your entrance once more. “Mommy, I’m so sensitive.” You tried to protest, feeling her tip gathering your wetness and the stray drops of her cum, involuntarily pulling away from the contact as it brought another jolt of overstimulation. “Oh no, don’t you try to squirm away from me.” She hissed, taking hold of you, firm and unwavering. “You’ve been begging me to fuck you all day. Parading yourself for me, teasing me, so I would drag you back here.” She said through her teeth. “You asked for this, now you’re going to take it. Isn’t that right?” She asked, her hand landing harshly on your ass and reminding you of the earlier spanking you had received. “Yes, Mommy.” You nod eagerly, feeling excited, despite how overworked your body felt. You loved it when she got like this. When she left behind her inhibitions and took what she wanted. “Go on, beg me to fuck you.” Wanda commanded, pushing the tip of her cock inside you and watching you gasp just from this. “Please, Mommy, fuck me.” You begged, anticipation building inside you and culminating in a deep thrust that buried her entire strap inside you. You moaned together, Wanda feeling a little overstimulated herself, but ignoring it, focusing entirely on the way your fists clenched at the feeling of her bottoming out. There really was nothing quite like it and she revelled in it. She remained pressed up against you, letting you feel the entirety of her length, while she ran her hands over your back and shoulders soothingly, bringing a sense of calmness and comfort. The sensation of her being still inside you was oddly arousing, a kind of teasing you hadn’t experienced before and you made an effort to move in your limited range of motion, only for her to snap her hips forward and pin you in place. “Oh my God!” You groaned. “Impatient, aren’t you, little kitten?” She smirked, pulling back and burying her entire length in you again. “Mommy, please!” You whined, incapable of escaping from her merciless, deep thrusts. “Oh, what’s the matter, baby? You were begging for my cock, now it’s too much for you, huh?” Before you can answer, another thrust came, making any words die in your throat, replaced by moans and whimpers. Her movement was calculated, using slow, deep thrusts that forced you to feel the entirety of her. Somehow her cock seemed bigger to you now, filling you to the brim and pushing out all thoughts, all feelings that weren’t her. Gradually, she started moving faster, building a rhythm, her hands on your hips, holding on to you tightly. Your mouth had fallen open at this point, small pants and whimpers leaving you as you tried to take everything she was giving you. It was both too much and not enough, leaving you trapped between a haze of lust and overstimulation. Watching you like this, Wanda couldn’t help herself. She reached a hand, taking a fistful of your hair and guiding you up, her other hand wrapping around you to support you. She nuzzled her face in your shoulder, leaving kisses and bites there while she fucked you. “Fuck, Mommy!” You moaned, calling out to her. “Hush, little kitten.” She silenced you quickly, the hand she had around you reaching up, two of her fingers finding their way into your mouth. “There you go. Suck on Mommy’s fingers.” She soothed, her hips picking up their speed. The dirtiness of it all did not escape you, yet you couldn’t help but open your mouth more, accepting her fingers to the knuckles, your tongue lapping at them, mirroring the way you had sucked her cock earlier. “That’s right. My dirty little girl.” She praised with a smile. When they were nice and wet, she pulled them out, smirking at the needy whines of protest you let out. “What’s the matter, honey? You miss having Mommy down your throat?” She almost mocked, her wet fingers tweaking your nipples, before trailing down and settling between your legs. “Maybe when I’m done fucking your sweet little pussy, I’ll put you back on your knees.” She suggested, parting your folds and settling her fingers on your clit, rubbing it in small circles.   The filthy insinuation of her words only heightened the feeling of pleasure inside you, your orgasm building. Her thrusts were relentless, now almost rough and demanding. She could feel you respond to her dirty talk, your walls clenching around her at the thought of being used more. Wanda could tell you were close, the knowledge spurring her on. She wanted to watch you fall apart. She added a little pressure to the way she rubbed your clit, her hips slapping against your every time she slammed her strap inside you, her other hand leaving your hair and settling across your chest, palming one of your breasts. She pinched the nipple, rolling it and she pulled you as close to her as she could, so she could leave sloppy kisses across your neck. “Mommy I’m so close!” You almost screamed, feeling her everywhere, practically surrounded by Wanda. “I know, baby…” She moaned against you. “You can cum.” She whispered. Her fingers tightened around your breast, bracing herself for the moment you’ll let go, her senses attuned to every small sign. She felt it as it started, your body stiffening, even your moans dying down as you reached the edge, but Wanda fucked you right through it, right up until the moment you moaned out her name and started to fall apart. Your pussy gripped her cock, pulsing around her, coaxing her to come with you. The feeling of your pleasure was so sweet and enticing, your pleading soft, whimpers an invitation she couldn’t resist, so she obliged your body’s demand, drawing out your pleasure with stuttering thrusts. Her fingers continued to circle your clit steadily, heightening every small wave of orgasmic bliss, enjoying the way each twitch of your pussy would add to her own pleasure, until you finally came down from your high and she held your shaking body against her, enjoying the aftershocks that surged through both of you, placing small kisses on your neck and shoulders. When you had calmed, she released your hands, helping you climb into bed, before using her magic to take off the harness and the attached dildo and settling next to you into bed. “Learned your lesson, baby?” She asked teasingly, pulling you against her, letting you settle on her chest and wrapping her arms around you. “I don’t know… I enjoyed that quite a lot.” You teased her back, a smile plastered on your face. Tired and knowing you probably couldn’t take anymore, Wanda let it slide, letting you fall asleep, her own breaths evening out as she thought of everything that happened.                                                                                          *             *             * The next morning came sooner than you hoped for, feeling tired and wishing you could sleep in, but you knew you shouldn’t. You turned to stop your alarm, but hit the snooze instead, huffing in disapproval and lying back down. Wanda usually woke up before you, she certainly never missed an alarm, so when you didn’t feel her stir, you settled, grateful to have a few more minutes, pressing your back to her front and feeling her arms pulling you towards her until there was no space between you. “Good morning, my love.” She whispered in your ear. “Good morning, love.” You whispered back, feeling her hand run down your arm and continuing its path across your sides and down your legs. Involuntarily, you closed your eyes, your backside pressing into her at the intimate, gentle feeling. “Look at you…” Wanda gasped, her voice filled with awe and admiration. “So beautiful.” She whispered against your ear, her voice still rough from sleep, sending a shiver down your spine. “So soft.” She muttered, her tongue tracing your lobe. “So sweet and tender.” She murmured, entranced by the feeling of having you in her arms. Wanda could stay here for an eternity and never get tired of it. You were everything she needed or wanted. Unfortunately, your alarm went off again and you huffed, hating to pull away to stop it. “We’ll have to get up.” She reminded, propping herself up on one elbow and watching you pout at her. “Can’t we stay in and cuddle a little?” You asked, pulling her arm towards you. “Just a few minutes.” You pleaded, but Wanda could see that spark in your eyes. She knew that glint of mischief, that smile, which meant that you wanted so much more than just cuddles. “We should go downstairs for breakfast.” She tried to remind you, but you weren’t listening. You nestled yourself against her, pushing up your butt into her front like an offering, guiding her arm around you and pulling it up to your face, your lips wrapping around her middle finger before she could stop you, pulling a surprised moan from her throat.   “I prefer having you in my mouth.” You stated, pulling her finger out of your mouth just long enough to say it and putting it back, sucking it in deeper. “Careful, dear.” She warned, despite entertaining you and moving her finger in and out of your mouth suggestively. “Don’t you remember what happens to naughty little girls?” “I enjoyed that.” You managed to say, before taking her wrist and guiding her hand, so you could take her finger up to the knuckle. The challenge in your voice did not escape Wanda and she raised an eyebrow at you, watching the side of your face, but you seemed unbothered, sucking onto her finger happily. “I should think of a better punishment then?” She suggested, pulling out her finger and offering you two, which you happily took, whining a little around them and pressing up your butt into her. Wanda indulged you for a few moments longer, letting you get her fingers nice and wet, before she took them away, immediately reaching between your legs and tracing your entrance, to find it wetter than her fingers. “Why punish me, Mommy? We had so much fun…” You tried to argue and while you were too busy trying to grind on the fingers she offered, you missed the swirling red magic that sparked from them. “Because you didn’t learn you lesson.” Wanda’s voice hardened and before you could question it, you felt the tip of her strap pressing into you. She rubbed it against you, getting it wet with your juices while you let out a deeply satisfied sigh at the feeling, happily expecting the moment she’ll enter you and you didn’t have to wait long. In a smooth motion, she buried herself inside you, quickly reminded of how good it felt. The angle was a little awkward at first, but she quickly adjusted, driving her cock in and out of you slowly, allowing herself the moment of enjoyment. She played with your clit right from the start, wanting to get you there quickly, whispering in your ear the entire time.

“Fuck, you feel so good. So tight around me.” She praised, kissing your shoulder, making love to you slowly. She could feel you grinding against her, wanting her to move faster, fuck you harder, but she was determined to keep her movements slow and teasing. Every time you’d try to push yourself against her, she’d stop, burying herself fully inside you and feeling your insides twitch with need and anticipation, squeezing around her cock in a silent plea for more. There was something spectacular about getting to tease you this way, something that brought her a deep sense of fulfilment that went beyond pleasure, or sex. The knowledge that you were hers to play with, hers to tease and fuck, hers to do with as she wished. Her precious little brat. “Mommy, please, don’t tease me.” You begged and to your surprise Wanda obliged you, her hips moving faster against you, her fingers adding more pressure to the way they circled your clit, giving you exactly what you wanted. “Like that, honey? That’s what my pretty girl needs?” She asked softly, kissing and biting your shoulder some more. “Just like that. I’m getting so close.” You practically whined, melting into her hands. “I know, baby. Mommy is close too. She’s about to fill you up with so much cum.” She promised sweetly, her face buried in your neck. “You want that, don’t you, baby?” “Yes, Mommy, I want that so much.” You mewled, getting even closer, feeling that edge approaching and leaving you full of giddy anticipation. “I want to cum with you.” Wanda only hummed, her thrusts getting sloppy and desperate as she felt herself on the edge. She could feel you were close too, almost there. You needed a few seconds longer, but she wasn’t about to give them to you. In a swift motion, her hand moved away from your clit, capturing your arm as a precaution, before allowing herself to let go, her orgasm taking over as she herd you whine at the realization that she wasn’t going to let you cum, but use you for her own pleasure instead. You felt the spurts of cum as she came deep inside you, your pussy reaching the edge, but needing a little more to fall over it. She had timed it perfectly, taking her hand away at the best moment, to make sure that her stuttering thrusts wouldn’t be enough for you. In fact, they only teased you more. Your whines and mewls of protest fell on deaf ears as she rode out the waves of pleasure surging through her body. When she was done, sighing against you with satisfaction, she pulled out, turning you over, so you could lie on your back and using her magic to pin your wrists above your head. With a flick of her wrist, the strap on disappeared and she looked down at you with a devious smirk on her face. You wanted to protest, you wanted to beg actually, plead with her to let you cum, but you knew she wouldn’t, so you kept your mouth shut, struggling against her bonds in a futile attempt to get away from them as she watched you in your frustration. She extended her arm, making sure you could see it well, before magic erupted from her fingers, swirling around them and concentrating above her palm, the thick ropes of red hiding the object she was conjuring until it was ready and it fell on her open palm for you to see. “You know where this is going, don’t you?” She asked with a smirk, letting you examine the small jewelled butt plug she held, the deep red colour of the gem matching her scarlet magic. “Words, darling. I need you to speak to me right now.” She coaxed in a gentle, soothing tone. You knew you could refuse, knew that Wanda was giving you this time to do it if you wanted to and for a moment you struggled to decide. The problem was, your body had decided for you. A fresh wave of arousal had washed over you at the sight of it, your pussy twitching with anticipation, even though you knew this will tease you more than help the need burning inside you. “Yes, Mommy.” You managed to say, meeting her eyes. “I hope that spending the morning with your ass plugged will help you remember to behave yourself.” She smiled, the toy still held up to your eyes. As you watched her, anticipation coursing through both of you, her lesson finally sunk in. You’d think twice, before challenging her or acting up next time. _______________________________________________________ I'm so excited about this fic and I can't wait to hear what you guys think! Disclaimer: The gif is not mine, I will happily give credit if i knew who made it.  If you liked this story and you want more, this fic now has a part 2: Face the consequences

[kokomos]

 ✴    new habits die hard     ࣭     ๋  𖥔 ݁  ˖  ‏☽

— starring    AU!  LUKE CASTELLAN !  ♆

  ⤷��    ⅱ. new habits die hard

MDNI 18+

warning : weed! suggestive themes (not explicit)

alternate universe : takes place in an au! where there are no gods, or demigods for that matter. luke lives with his mother, alone, and takes care of her full-time when he's not off doing odd jobs for the locals.

description : after moving several states away from his home in suburban connecticut, luke found himself in unfamiliar territory and in need of a new plug. lucky for him, you're the town's resident drug dealer.

tags : fem! reader, dealer! reader, loser! luke, au! luke; dom! reader if you squint, subby! luke; luke and reader are both heavy stoners, reader is high during the exchange.

how luke got this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity was beyond him. a girl dealer. after a year or so of nothing but egotistical and overly competitive men—luke needed this, needed you.

there he stood: in the confines of some shabby little trailer, on the outskirts of town, that you called home. his cheeks were flushed, tints of red betraying him as he tried his best to remain stoic in your presence. despite the fact that you were obviously high, luke still couldn't bring himself to meet your gaze for more than a few seconds at a time.

not that you noticed, or at least you didn't at first; you were too busy leisurely packaging his eighth. your eyes were trained on the scale as you weighed the strain of his choice out, shifting focus to neatly tuck the nugs away into a tiny, pink baggie. a heart embellished the shimmering plastic, a signature that this was from your supply. luke wondered for a moment if there was anyone in town who actually didn't prefer using you—for dealing purposes, of course.

your arm extends out towards your new (favorite) customer. “here you go,” you chirp jovially with a smile. in your hand holds the eighth, sealed and stuffed to the brim.

maybe you gave him more than he paid for, just a bit. but what further justification did you need other than the fact that he was cute, and kinda shy—you liked that in a guy.

he freezes for a moment before reaching out to procure the package, meeting your gaze momentarily before dropping his attention to your hand. a smirk graces your face, delighted, or more accurately amused, by the realization dawning on you.

once the product's out of your possession, he hastily stuffs the eighth away in the pocket of his sweatpants. luke tilts his head up to thank you, but seems to freeze yet again when he finds your eyes scanning his form.

“if you were my boyfriend,” you start abruptly and he watches your eyes slowly meet his, “i wouldn't let you walk around like that.”

his cheeks heat up exponentially, the color darkens against his skin, and he has to stop himself from crumbling entirely when he observes that teasing look you've got plastered across your face. shameless and cruel, by his regard. still, he couldn't deny that he was enjoying every second of it.

he did look pretty slutty, to be frank. a black, tight-fit shirt hugging his abs and those gray sweatpants—they looked amazing on him, but you'd argue they would look even better on the grotty floor of the trailer's one bedroom. your master suite.

following your titillating remark, he swallowed his next breath and let his eyes travel down to survey the clothes he so carelessly threw on hours before. “like… what?” he asked, seeming so nervous that it wouldn't be too far-fetched for someone to misidentify him as utterly terrified.

you chuckle lightly prior to indulging in his curiosity, “like you wanna fuck.”

his eyes instantly snap to yours and his cheeks flare an even deeper maroon. “what?” he nearly chokes on the word. “that's—not,” he stutters, “i was working out before and—”

you cut his pitiful excuse for a defense short, “you've got pretty eyes.” sincerity bleeds through the drug-fueled haze, “it's a shame you don't let me see ‘em too much.”

and without another word, or glance in his direction, you reach for the pre-roll on the table to your left and spark up. he watches intently as you take the first pull, how your plump and glossy lips wrap so delicately around the end of the joint. when your eyes flicker to him, as you exhale some of the smoke, he looks away.

“you gonna pay me or...?” you trail off, keeping a flirtatious tune in your voice. he fumbles around for what he owes in his other pocket, and hands the cash over with a ‘thank you’ and a rather bashful smile.

he leaves the encounter with an eighth in his pocket, your mellifluous voice engraved in his memory, and the feeling that this would only be the start of a new (bad) habit.

ᡣ𐭩  with love , honey

[mera-k1]

Hypnosis Mic - ass, tits, thighs (or other)?

hypnosis mic x gn!reader

-some are more nsfw than others but still, minors dni

Ichiro can’t admit that he really likes your chest. there’s just something about it that draws his eyes towards it and he can’t help himself. he’d stare at it for hours if you’d let him, hell he’d even like to put his face on it.

Samatoki doesn’t give a shit about who sees his hand on your ass whenever he’s got you nearby. he loves to grab your ass when he’s fucking you whether you’re in missionary or riding him.

Jyuto is a simple man, preferring your thighs when asked. he loves that he can spread them easily and watch your face go red as his gloved hand wander slowly inwards.

Rio is an ass guy and that’s that. he simply just answers ass whenever you ask him about it and you’re truly not sure why since he doesn’t touch it a lot. He can’t help but look whenever you attempt to show it off for him though.

Ramuda can’t help but play with your chest whenever he’s able to. he’ll pinch and squeeze all the while you’re trying to hold yourself together to his teasing. which he won’t stop till you either put him in his place below you or let him stay in control till he’s satisfied.

Dice can’t control himself when he sees your chest and collarbone. he desperately wants to just kiss and bite you till there’s little marks all over your chest.

he loves your hands, especially when they’re trailing down his chest. Gentaro can’t get enough of how your hands feel on his skin and although he can be quite teasing himself, he would much prefer having you tease him with your hands.

Jakurai.. he is a polite man and doesn’t stare. he is fond of your thighs though and can’t help but clear his throat when you come out with some thigh highs that he wasn’t expecting to see you in. he get’s caught off guard each time too.

to put it simply, Hifumi likes your chest. he’s not teasing or anything about it though. he simply loves to just give them a playful squeeze and a few kisses before he does anything else.

Doppo is so embarrassed about the fact that he loves your thighs. he loves to lay on them, yes, but he also loves to be in between them. he is a giver in bed and would love to pleasure you while being between your thighs.

with Sasara, you can’t tell where he’s looking but, he’s looking right at your ass most times. he never does anything but he’s definitely checking it out and when you catch him, he just smiles at you and tells you that he doesn’t know what you’re talking about.

he’s a respectful man but, Rosho can’t help looking at your chest sometimes. he knows he shouldn’t be staring so much especially when you’re not doing much but he truly just wants to squish them with his hands.. maybe to see what reaction he’d get.

he’s got a thing for your ass and you know it very well. Rei won’t leave your ass alone for a second and he’s always gotta have a hand on it. whether you both are out in public or fucking. he’s always squeezing it with absolutely no shame.

Kuko always has a smug grin whenever he walks up behind you, planting a hand on your ass. he’s always has to grab your ass whenever he has you in his arms, it’s just habit at this point and he loves the surprised face you give him when he does it.

Jyushi loves your thighs. he can’t stop looking whenever you put thigh highs or fishnets on. there’s just something about them that makes him uncontrollably flustered just thinking about it!

he says he doesn’t care but, Hitoya loves your hips. just holding them to keep you in place as he fucks into you. he honestly would never tell you how attractive he finds just holding you by your hips.

[i05wook]

Hi sorry to bother you…but could you possibly do an nct dream scenario where the members really appreciate it when their s/o scratches their back? Preferably with extra fluff^^

Scratch my back?? - NCT Dream

pairing: bf! dreamies x gn! reader

genre: fluff, romance, established relationship au!

summary: the members really appreciate it when their s/o scratches their back.

wc: 848

author’s notes: Thank you so much anon for this request!! Requests like this never bother me!! If anyone had any requests I am more than happy to write them <3 I’m so sorry it took so long though, I was really suffering from writers block.

Lee Mark - 이마크

Sometime our Mark Lee has no filter, as soon as he feels an itchy sensation, he makes some sort of noise, which makes you very confused at first. It’s only when you see him, both arms behind his back, one over his shoulder, and one around the back of his waist, both aiming for the same goal: the middle of his shoulder blades. At this sight you can’t help but laugh at your silly little boyfriend. It was at the sound of your laughter that Mark turns around wondering what began your laughing fit, however the confused look on his face causes yet another fit of laughter to erupt from deep within your stomach. Once your laughter has calmed (only after seeing Mark pouting), you decided to finally help him scratch his back, before hugging him and kissing his still pouting lips.

Huang Renjun - 黄仁俊

Renjun loves lying face to face with you in bed ever since the start of your relationship. He loves brushing your hair out of the way and rubbing your nose with his hand, and even counting your freckles (if you have them). In return, one day you started to rub your nails gently up and down his back, and it was then he knew he was in love with you. It may have only been something small, but he loved it. To him, it felt almost romantic. However, the next time you lay face to face, you never did it, in fact you lay with your hands resting on the sides of his waist. He was so displeased that you weren’t giving him the attention he wanted that he stopped rubbing your nose, grabbed your hands and placed them at the top of his back, by his shoulder blades. He looked at you with his puppy dog eyes and asked for you to do what you did last time. Instantaneously, you let out a small chuckle before satisfying the poor boy.

Lee Jeno - 이제노

Jeno is so incredibly shy about asking his s/o to scratch his back, sometimes even shyer than Jisung and Mark put together. Even after months or years of you being in a relationship, he still gets somewhat flustered asking you to scratch his back. It’s definitely something he’d only ask though in the privacy of your own home, or away from anyone else, worried that the other boys may tease him over something so trivial.

Lee Donghyuck - 이동혁

Haechan ain’t got no shame. If his back is itchy he’ll tell you to scratch it. Even from the beginning of the relationship, he doesn’t care. His comfort is more important than any embarrassment that the others might have felt asking that question to their s/o. However, he doesn’t like asking you around the boys… he feels slightly weird that he enjoys the feeling of you soothing his itch, but he doesn’t want the boys to know.

Na Jaemin - 나재민

Jaemin has no shame, but similar to Renjun, it’s not when his back is itchy that he appreciates you scratching his back, but when he is tired after a long day or week of practice, and he gets the chance to just feel peace in your presence. It became habit after a couple of months being together, that after his promotions or practices, you would head over to the dorms and spend a night just pampering your boy. He loved it when you massaged him, removing any knots in his muscles, but his favourite thing was at the end of the massage, you would always run the tips of your fingers up and down his back. He just found that there was something soothing about the action, that he often drifted to sleep before you’d even finish, accepting the position of small spoon for the night.

Zhong Chenle - 钟辰乐

Similarly to Haechan, he doesn’t care about his pride(???) If the itch is that uncomfortable he would rather ask you to deal with it than to suffer in silence. However, he would be a little more shy about it if it’s at the beginning of the relationship. If it happens in front of the boys and any of them try to tease him, he will threaten to revoke their privileges.

Park Jisung - 박지성

At the beginning of your relationship, Jisung feels really awkward asking his s/o to scratch his back, so awkward in fact that if his back does get itchy whilst he is with his s/o, he would much rather suffer with the itch until he is writhing from the uncomfortable sensation on his back. It would be this that caught your attention and immediately you’d place your hand on the centre of his back and lightly scrape your fingertips in the right spot on his back to satisfy the itch. Since that day, Ji has no issues in asking you to scratch his back, even if he doesn’t have an itch, he still asks you to do it because there’s something so weirdly affectionate and soothing when you do it.

requests: open

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[succulent-ghoul]

Hey, so I was thinking about (Ghoul of your choice) x male ghoul reader who is a overachiever, with the mindset that if he's not good at it, he shouldn't do it at all, if he can't be the best, he's worthless and at first others think he just wants to rub it in their face, but then they realize he actually has a problem and he's overworking himself to the point where he doesn't care if he gets hurt kisses lunch or something. He sees this as punishment for not being perfect.

Have a great day!

Love this ask sm hehehehehe >:]

Swiss x male! Ghoul! Overachiever! Reader

Warning this will be a lil silly (cw: unhealthy eating habits/possibly disordered eating habits/extreme self worth issues/throwing up/vomiting) but it's hurt comfort cause I am to fuzzy not too. This ghouls is an earth ghoul. Hehehehehe

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You had been practicing all day. You hadn't stopped for breakfast, or lunch, or even dinner preferring to eat cereal bars in place of meals, coffee in stead of water. This was common skipping meals to work yourself harder, shaking from how over caffeinated you were but it was all in pursuit of perfection. The other ghouls were off-put at first they thought you were cocky and snobbish and to an extent you could be. But pride wasn't what made you work yourself into bones, it was loathing. The deep seated feeling of not being enough as is that persisted your entire human life, and then in hell as a ghoul and now as a ghoul topside.

You sit at the drum set you've been shaking and you felt nauseous, you got up and ran to the nearest sink before throwing up what little food you ate. You quickly fall against the sink, before you know it your crying not from the ache in your stomach not from the acidic feeling climbing up your throat once again, but from the feeling of failure. The idea that you weren't working was making you sicker and shakier.

Swiss was frustrated he couldn't find his phone anywhere, he tried the den, the study, and the kitchen but it was nowhere. The last place swiss thought to look was the practice room, so he pushed open the broad doors to the band practice room. Immediately his attention was pinned onto you, your crumpled frame on the floor as if crushed in someone's hand.

You looked terrible and before you know it swiss has his phone and is pulling you up. His arms wrapping around you and picking you up before you can register his touch. You look back at swiss eyes wide and glassy from misery, swiss looks back his face stern but caring. The only reason you don't fight back when swiss starts carrying you back to the den is because your just so wrung out. You had no energy left, you were just tired.

You don't register entering swiss's room in the den, it's cozy though a nice carpet over the cold stone floor, a fireplace that swiss pauses to light, and a big comfortable bed. Swiss sets you on his bed and you grab his hand almost clinging too him, swiss looks back and softens "listen pretty boy, you haven't eaten all day. So I'm getting you food I'll be back but you must be patient." Swiss kisses you forehead as you shy away shame crawling up your throat once more. You bury yourself under swiss's many pillows and blankets as self doubt eats at your mind, and worry itches up your spine.

Soon swiss was back holding a tray of food. Softly he puts it on your lap and urges you to eat, "but," you start but are quickly cut off my swiss shoving some food in your mouth. Before you know it you've eaten the entire meal, swiss kisses the top of your head gently praising you as he sits next to you in his bed. You shy away from the praise, not liking how it settled in your skin and yet you were so exhausted you didn't fight it.

Swiss pulls you into a hug, soon your both under the covers and snuggling. Swiss presses kisses to the top of your head, and you can't help but lean into the attention that swiss was so willing to give. After pushing yourself so hard it was genuinely so nice to let yourself feel like you did good just by trying. Swiss scratched at your scalp as you held onto him like he was your last lifeline, some bit of you felt like this was a dream that this wasn't real. But each time that thought infected your mind swiss's claws in your scalp made sure to put that fear to rest.

[just-a-bored-writer]

Between The Pages, I Found Your Heart | Crowley X Human Reader, Part 5

Gift for @orangegaytorade

You had devoted your studies, and honestly to this extent, your life, to the study of Judeo-Christian lore. You were one of the best in your field, a dedication of hours of work, blood and tears. And if your thesis advisor hadn't noticed, others had. Beings far older, far more powerful, whose existence you had studied but never believed were real. Oh but they were very real, and the King of Hell, in his war against Heaven and the Winchesters, would have great use for your knowledge. Knowledge was power after all and among mortals, you were the most powerful.

Fandom: Supernatural

Relationships: Crowley/Reader

Characters: Human Reader, Crowley, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Additional Tags: Reader-insert, Crowley-centric, Beauty and the Beast Retelling, Meet-Cute, (kidding Crowley kidnap the reader. there is nothing cute about it. don't try this in real life), Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Bickering as Flirting, Domestic Fluff, Late Night Conversations, Slow Burn, No Smut

Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Kidnapping, Mentions of Torture, Blood and Injuries, Blood Sharing

Set during Season 8 and 9.

Chapter 1 , Chapter 4, Chapter 6

Chapter 5: A Complicated Recipe Takes Time and Effort

After months locked up without seeing sunlight, you wondered how you hadn't died of a vitamin D deficiency. And you didn't pay much attention to your diet either, making quick meals so you could dedicate more time to your studies. You decided to play Crowley's game, hoping he would let you go if he got what he wanted. But at this point, your bad lifestyle habits would kill you before Crowley did, which would be a huge shame. Especially considering you had a new theory to share with him about the location of the Word of God.

Your relationship with Crowley had also changed lately, you had stopped trying to run away and hurt him in the process and he had stopped threatening you, which was doing wonders for your mental state. You still didn't like him, he had kidnapped you after all but you had stopped fearing him, stopped seeing his red eyes in your nightmares. The half-asleep conversation you had shared after you had raided his wine supply had helped greatly. You would have thought he would have hurt you for it, taken advantage of your vulnerable state but nothing of the sort. He had taken you back to your room, left an aspirin on your nightstand and made breakfast the next day.

Taking care of his investment, he had said. You didn't know how to feel about this new twist in your relationship but it was definitely preferable to being his prisoner. Obviously the best thing would be to not get kidnapped at all but you tried not to think about it too often. And you hated yourself for it but you couldn't stop regretting that Crowley had done it. But not for the right reasons. You regretted it because during the times when he wasn't being a massive asshole, you enjoyed his company. He was intelligent, brilliant even with a sharp mind, funny in a wicked way that you secretly adored and temptingly charming. 

And he had also traumatized you, threatened the people you cared about the most and the marks around your ankles had only just begun to fade. You couldn't forget that, you couldn't forgive that. So you hated him because it was easier than regretting him. And also because he made it easy by being a fucking psychopath who kidnapped you!

But your plotting  would have to wait, you were hungry and for once you were motivated to prepare a real meal for yourself. (And you didn’t want to spend another month chained like a dog.) 

You put the phone Crowley had given you – with parental controls to prevent you from communicating with the outside world, the jerk – on the counter, the recipe for a ratatouille provencale displayed and your favorite music playing in the background. There was internet connection everywhere in the house but you weren't surprised, it made sense that there would be wifi in hell. You placed the vegetables needed for your dish on the central island while you grabbed a cutting board from one of the highest shelves. You stood on your tiptoes and as you were about to grab it, an arm came into your field of vision and grabbed the cutting board for you. 

You held your breath, unable to ignore Crowley's sulfuric presence behind you, barely inches away. It radiated cold, making you shiver. “I could have caught it by myself,” you snapped.

“I know,” Crowley replied without moving.

You pushed Crowley out of the way and headed towards the central island, placing your hand on his chest and pushing firmly. Crowley followed you, settling into a high chair with a glass of wine in his hand. You ignored him and cut the vegetables starting with the eggplants, the knife cutting easily through the flesh in one smooth motion.

"I'm surprised you let me use knives," you said when you saw that Crowley had no intention of leaving. "Aren't you afraid I'll stab you?"

“I'd love to see you try,” Crowley smirked.

“If it's so that you lock me in the dungeons afterwards, no thanks,” you retorted. “You've traumatized me enough as it is.”

If your back wasn't turned, you could have seen the briefest of regrets in Crowley's eyes before he answered, charmingly. “I might do an expectation just for you, darling.”

“I feel truly special,”you assured him dryly, moving on to cutting tomatoes.

You placed a tomato on the cutting board but your knife slipped off the rounded edge and you nearly cut your finger. You brought your finger to your mouth, licking the tomato juice off it. But before you could resume your task, Crowley snatched the knife from your hands. 

“Hey,” you protested. “I thought I was allowed to have a knife?”

“Not if you're going to butcher the tomato and your finger in the process.” Crowley mocked. “Now watch and learn.”

Crowley snapped his fingers and you found yourself sitting in his place, your favorite glass of wine in your hand. Deciding to enjoy the moment, you relaxed in your chair, watching Crowley work. 

“So what did you do today?” you asked, curious. “What does the King of Hell even do? Terrorize the general population, inventory his suits?”

“Don't be stupid, I have minions to inventory my suits. They must be of some use considering how useless some of them are,” Crowley said. 

“I thought you had the greatest souls at your service,” you teased lightly. 

“Who do you think makes deals with demons? Smart people or stupid people?” Crowley asked rhetorically. 

“Desperate one,” you answered nonetheless, with just a hint of disgust in your voice.

The thought of taking advantage of someone's most vulnerable moment made you want to throw up, giving them hope only to take it all away ten years later. As if the souls of truly evil humans weren't enough.

“I can sense your judgment from here,” Crowley remarked. “Nobody forces them to make pacts.”

“No, but you don't mind either, do you?” you retorted, the fire you had forced down over the last months coming back at full force. 

“I won't lie to you and say no,” answered Crowley, shrugging. 

“You are truly despicable,” you spat. 

“It's part of my charm,” Crowley winked at you.

You scowled, biting the retort on your tongue and took a long sip of wine. It's not like you could change Crowley's mind no matter how much you wanted to. Crowley seemed almost disappointed at your lack of fight but you ignored him. He had already finished chopping the tomatoes but it seemed he was determined to finish the entire ratatouille. It didn't bother you in the least and you noticed with amazement that you trusted him not to poison your food. 

“Where did you learn to cook like that?” you asked curiously, watching Crowley perfectly wield the knife in his hands. If you were in his peace, with a plethora of star chefs at your disposal, you weren't sure you would have bothered to learn.

“I had some time to kill,” Crowley replied nonchalantly.

“And instead of torturing innocent people, you learned how to make ratatouille?” you asked with an eyebrow raised. 

“You understood perfectly, my dear,” Crowley answered. 

You knew what you were doing, you were buying time. You avoided telling Crowley that you had a lead on the location of the Word of God. Why? You didn't know. But you were strangely hesitant to ruin the somewhat peaceful moment you had found with Crowley. You liked discussing with him. But you weren't there to make friends with Crowley. You put your glass on the table, finally deciding to tell him.

“I have made progress in locating the Word of God.”

Crowley stopped his movement, the cut vegetables he was transferring to the pan spilling onto the counter. 

“Legend has it that these caves were created by Lucifer before his fall. It was one of the last places he visited and they are said to be untraceable. It could be a good place to hide the Word of God.” Now that you had started, you didn't want to stop until you had completely finished your explanations. “I also found this text about a demon named Azazel, one of Lucifer's favorites. The text was virtually untranslatable but it says that Azazel was an angel before he chose Lucifer's side and was banished to Hell. If anyone knows the location of these caves, it's him.”

“Or the one he considered his daughter,” Crowley muttered, typing on his phone.

But just as you expected Crowley to leave immediately to investigate this new lead and leave you alone, he put down his phone and picked up the cutting board covered in vegetables of all colors. You stood there silently for a moment, completely shocked.

“You're not going to go after Azazel's daughter or something? I thought you had plans for world domination,” you asked bewildered.

"I know exactly where that traitor is," Crowley replied without looking up from his task. "And I think I was in the middle of making you dinner."

Welp, it's starting. Crowley has clearly taken a liking to Reader, delaying his plans for world domination in favor of cooking them dinner and all that. I love this chapter, I love the friendly bickering between Reader and Crowley. So I hope you enjoy it too.

It's super interesting to write from Reader's point of view, there's a lot they don't know about Crowley, things Crowley doesn't tell them or half-tells them and I can't wait for the moment when they can both be honest with each other. And it might happen sooner than you think.

[deartouya]

“ dating hcs ” [ shouto todoroki ]

→ summary: the mandatory, cliche what dating shouto would include hcs

→ pairing: shouto x gn!reader

→ word count: 1305

→ warnings: gn!reader, mentions of food, let me know if there's anything else!!

• Shouto loves with his entire being. He considers you and your feelings very carefully, always factoring you into every decision he makes. He values every single moment you cultivate together and rather be with you than anyone else. Not that he doesn't value his friends, he just doesn't like going out without you.

• He grows into your touch rather quickly, even with his prior stiffness with initiating. After barely a week of dating, he's already expecting your touch and leaning into your palms. Stops in front of the door before he leaves every morning so you can fix the part of his hair and straighten his jacket. He leans into your hand when you reach to smooth the crease of his brow with your thumb, chasing your fingertips with his lips. He leans down to you every time you enter or leave a room, displaying his cheekbone for you to kiss and always stares at you expectantly when you have food, waiting for you to let him have a bite. He always insists on using the same utensil, never wiping it before.

• Shouto finds himself just... staring at you often. It's usually a subconscious thing, something his body just does whenever you're around. He can't help it, his attention will always be centred on you. Early in your relationship, it embarrassed him. If you ever caught him staring he'd get all red in the face, shoving his nose into his scarf or tucking his chin against his collarbones.

• He values your opinion and what you have to say SO MUCH, more than just about anyone else in his life. Whenever he buys something new- a shirt, jacket, pants- he always stands in front of you arms spread so you can see it, "do you like it?" His expression is so open, searching for your approval and breaking into a soft grin when you tell him how pretty he looks. Shouto is also incredibly curious. So, whenever he doesn't understand something, he goes to you. They're usually small things- simple concepts he'd never really been around before and something he trusts you'll be able to explain to him. He always pays such rapt attention to you when you explain things to him.

• Shouto is incredibly clingy once he gets comfortable in your relationship as if it's physically painful to be removed from you even if you're just washing the dishes. If you ever make a habit to do something small every day- always tell him goodnight or good morning, kiss the top of his head when you pass by, or tie his scarf for him before he leaves- and you skip it one day, he simply will not be able to function. His whole day is thrown off until you rectify the mistake.

• His favourite form of affection is whenever you kiss him on the forehead. You have to get so close to him, nose brushing your neck and warms seeping into his skin. Tilts his chin for you so you feel compelled to give him one any chance he gets, eyes fluttering closed and smiling up at you. If you don't get the hint from a simple head tilt, he'll push his hair back with a hand and put his chin in your hand like a cat.

• He has no shame when it comes to affection in public- giving or receiving- he doesn't even think twice about it. Anytime you're sitting side by side, his head ends up on your shoulder. Cheek squished against you as he watches you do whatever you were doing, a contented little smile on his face. He falls away like that more often than he'd like to admit.

• Shouto has never been the most social, even if he did love spending time with his friends. Anytime you two attend a hero gala or hang out and he senses you're getting tired or overwhelmed- he'll leave with a rushed goodbye. Usually fully refuses attending without you, he just much rather have you there with him.

• Despite having the money he has- Shouto has always preferred simpler or smaller dates. Not that he doesn't take you out to more expansive and thoroughly planned out dates, but he just enjoys cooking at home and being able to unabashedly stare at you. They feel more intimate and domestic.

• Cuddling with you is his favourite past time. Loves whenever you both get days off because he can spend the whole day laid out on top of you while you play with his hair. He nuzzles into the soft skin of your neck and hums when you scratch at his scalp, smiling against you. With the amount of heat he puts off and how good he smells- always so woodsy and warm- cuddling quickly morphs into napping.

• Shouto isn't a dense as people make him out to be, he's actually incredibly observant of the people he loves. If you ever make any mention of needing to replace a product or he sees you staring a little too long at something in a shop window, it always shows up on your nightstand the following week. He also always notices when someone is making you uncomfortable, coldly interrupting the conversation to pull you into him and away from whoever is causing the problem.

• He gets into habits so easily, too. After you'd patched him up once- only ever small scratches from patrols- you'd pressed a kiss to the middle of every plaster. Told him it's make it heal faster, take the pain away. Now, no matter how minor, anytime he gets injured he has you kiss it. He could've hit his knuckles on the edge of a counter top but he's still cradling his hand and lifting it so you can press a kiss to the sore knuckles.

• Shouto is not a good cook. He never had anyone who wanted to try and teach him and never thought it would be important for him to learn. Until he started dating you and wanted to be able to cook for you. He can make simple dishes, things he learned just to be able to survive, but most everything else it barely edible. Asks Fuyumi to cook for you instead, bringing you carefully made dishes which you pretend not to know he didn't make. Just gives you more excuses for cooking dates.

• He loves to feel like he's taking care of you, even for simple things. Shouto always ties your untied shoelaces, kneeling so you can rest your foot on his knee and pressing a kiss to the centre of your shin. Or whenever he gets home before you, he'll draw up a bath using all your favourite products and keeping it the perfect temperature.

• Any jewelry he buys you always has his initials or name engraved in it. Most of the time it's hidden on the inside of a ring or the back of a pendent, but he loves knowing that it's there. That no matter where you are you have a little piece of him with you. Satiates his possessive side.

• Whenever he gets back from really long missions or just spending prolonged time away from you, he always has to hug you before he does literally anything else. Pulls you flush against him, fingers curling tight in the back of your shirt, and resting his forehead against yours. He needs to recharge, to remind him that you're right in front of him and safe. That he's safe.

• Shouto might not have the most experience with love, in any form really, but he'll never let you question his love for you. He tells you just how much he loves you at least twice a day and shows it in every mundane action.

‧₊˚✩ taglist + masterlist ✩˚₊‧

🏷: @izukus-gf , @mxgenderbender , @tipsyangels , @uwuthatshit , @akaakeijii

[prolix-yuy]

Chapter 2: I Said “Don’t Go Far”

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader

Summary: A tense exchange. A luxury offered. A sobering conversation. A lie.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: T, angst is back on the menu friends. While this chapter is not explicit, future chapters will be so the entire work is 18+ MINORS DNI.

Cross-posted on AO3

Both Sides of the Door Masterlist || I Think of You Series Masterlist

For Din, business with Karga is always half transactional, half entertainment. In Karga’s opinion, not Din’s. He would prefer for their meetings to be half as long and twice as bountiful.

“Took you longer than normal to bring these back,” Karga says as they sit at his usual table, innocence in his voice but mischief playing in his eyes.

“Had a tricky one. Unexpected,” Din replies, eyes darting into the peripherals of his visor. He’s still not popular amongst the other hunters, and his beskar makes him a shiny target at the most inopportune times.

“I can tell,” Karga tuts, making Din’s head snap back to him. The smirk on his face paints the conversations in two colors, the surface and the subtext. Din’s hackles raise, hands wanting to curl into fists, but he resists.

“The bounty,” he grits out, and Karga nods unconvincingly.

“Of course, of course,” he drawls, lifting a glass of spotchka to his lips. “You just also seem to be in the habit of picking up unexpected causes, Mando.” Din forces his hands to be still, to only press against the table to ground him. He decides he does not like your name in Karga’s mouth.

“We have history. I couldn’t leave her behind.” The grit in his voice makes him crunch the words through his teeth. The teasing melts away, and is replaced with a quiet contemplation on Karga’s face. He taps the table, observing Din’s posture.

“This wouldn’t be the kind of history I need to worry about, would it? The kind that makes you disappear for almost a year, that brings you back wild and broken?” Karga leans forward, eyes trained on Din’s unmoving helmet. “Not like your history between a Twi’lek and her unsavory associates?”

Din’s stillness betrays the fire burning in his veins. Having to remember a past betrayal when its worse cousin is so recent flares his temper higher than he can control. He can’t stop the creak that his gloves make.

“No.” One word. Deadly. Karga relents, leaning back against his seat.

“Good. She didn’t look like the type, but as your employer I…felt the need to ask.” Din says nothing, the waves of heat and fury and shame and need to strike out washing over him. Karga swallows down another mouthful of spotchka, and if he senses the emotions radiating off of Din he doesn’t let on.

“Your credits then,” he says, pushing them into reach. Scooping them off the table, Din moves to leave, Karga’s gaze still tightly focused on him.

“C’mon Mando, I mean no offense,” he says, and the jest in his voice does not calm the storm in Din’s chest. The groveling, the months of low-pay bounties and “favors” to Karga before he earned his reputation back burn under his skin.

“You’ve overstepped,” Din growls out, coming to stand briskly. Karga looks up at the imposing wall of beskar. He sighs.

“You’re right. Call me a nosy old man who doesn’t need more excitement in his day. She seems nice. Kind eyes, quick. The kid adores her, obviously. I’m happy for you, for all of you. You deserve a little good in your life, Mando,” he nods. This makes Din reel even more, anger replaced with anxiety.

“That’s not…” he sputters, and Karga’s brow furrows. Din can’t help the nervous motions he’s making, the tightness in his shoulders and snaps of his helmet. “She’s not…” A dawning of understanding crosses Karga’s face.

“Interesting. Doubly my mistake then,” Karga replies, but the thoughtful look in his eye maintains that he doesn’t believe it. The pucks Din negotiated are swept into his hand, credits stuffed into his belt as he fights the oppressive urge to run out of this kriffing cantina.

“Mando,” Karga says, quieter than before. He waits for Din to still, then speaks low and quiet.

“I truly meant no offense. Your absence worried me. And when you show up with someone new, I couldn’t help but…make some assumptions. But it seems like you might have found another person that cares for you, in whatever capacity that may be. I’m happy to see it. She’s welcome here anytime, and I’ll extend my protections to her. As a favor to my old friend.” Din can hardly hear the blessing in Karga’s voice, needing to get out, get away from this room of curious ears.

He shouldn’t have brought you here. He’s making you as big of a target as if you’d donned the beskar instead.

Karga seems to read this discomfort in Din’s thrumming body language. He leans forward and adds more swagger to his posture. All the bravado and surliness Din knows so well pushes forward, swiping away the previous conversation like a boot through sand.

“But if you’re late again,” Karga booms out so all the patrons can hear, “I’m going to have to start giving my best bounties to this lot, and you’ll be back begging for scraps.” The false irritation turns away curious onlookers, and Karga nods at Din to leave. A series of emotions flit through the man’s eyes - understanding, sympathy, warmth, concern - that Din doesn’t know how to interpret. He looks at his employer, his ally, for a moment longer before heading out into the pale sunlight.

He has another stop to make.

Cara’s stride is long and authoritative as she leads you through a bustling market. Sunlight flits through the loose strands of her dark hair as the sights and smells of the market entice the child.

“Do you need to resupply while on Nevarro? We’re not known for much, but we can at least offer some fresh food,” she says. You shake your head.

“We just came from a supply run, though I’ve been craving fruit something fierce,” you say, and she gives you a sideways smile. Her path detours and you end up in front of a produce stand, your shoulders sagging in relief at the mostly familiar selection.

“Want something special Bean? Your dad shouldn’t mind,” you hum to the child, catching Cara’s curious observation at your interaction.

(kriff, maybe you shouldn’t be spreading that around)

It was so easy to call the child Bean, and to call Mando his dad, but it might not be the most advisable. Especially with a woman who, while Mando described her as an ally, may not be privy to all of his idiosyncrasies.

“The Jybbuk-fruit is in season, as are the Meilooruns,” the vendor offers, holding out both for inspection. After a few sniffs and testing the flesh with your fingers, you purchase three Meilooruns, their orange spiky skin familiar to you. They’re tucked into the bag with the child, who trills at his new neighbors before turning his attention back to the street.

“I know how hard it can be to come by anything but ration packs in the Crest,” Cara comments as you both continue your slow walk. Many men and women nod to her as you pass, a nod back her only acknowledgement.

“He’s gotten better about it. Last resupply I took care of our food, which you probably prefer, right Bean?” The child cranes his neck to look up at you, earning an ear scritch. Cara watches with veiled amusement.

“Wish you’d been on the ship when I was, might have made the trip more bearable.” She snickers at the tease against your absent companion, which you reward with a snort of your own.

“Mando mentioned you traveled with him,” you say, immediately regretting letting the words out on the air.

(why would you want to know this?)

“Only for a short time. I helped him get out of a few scrapes. Couldn’t stand the company though, too quiet for my liking,” she says, laughter on the edges of her voice. The image of this rough and sharp woman on Mando’s silent ship makes a grin break out on your face.

“Took some getting used to,” you reply. “How does he always make a noise the second you’re comfortable with the quiet?”

“Right? The moment I’m about to close my eyes, he drops a wrench,” she commiserates. You both laugh over this, the child making a little squeal of agreement by your hip. She catches your eye, sparkling mirth in hers.

(where were friends like her when you needed them?)

“So, when was the last time you’ve had a proper bath?” Cara asks, throwing you a sidelong glance. You scoff.

“I thought that was ‘gross’,” you shoot back, met with a shrug.

“Gross when an old man says it, but it’s also quiet, and private.” The thoughtfulness of that admission (not in open space protected safe) drives you to agree. She redirects your route to a large limestone building closer to the center of town. “Plus I’ve seen that miserable excuse for a cot in that ship, if you’re not in knots I’d be shocked.” You sputter out a laugh at her forwardness.

(not something we’ve shared yet)

“I have my own bed, and it’s way more comfortable than that torture device,” you reply, matching her confident pace with your own. The scuff of your shoes echoes off the walls as you pass over the building’s threshold.

Credits clinking softly in the pouch on his belt, Din descends into the darkness of the tunnels. His steps are loud, echoing in the silence where once foundlings’ voices rang.

He hasn’t returned since the siege that wiped their numbers down to single digits. A consequence of the bond he formed between himself and the child, which many paid for dearly. Moving through the darkness with purpose, he seeks out the Armorer. There’s a debt to pay, a duty to fulfill, then he will rise from darkness and into the light to return to the child.

And you.

Karga’s words are still burrowing under his skin, making him flex and itch with their familiarity.

You deserve a little good in your life, Mando.

It seems like you might have found another person that cares for you.

He isn’t collecting caretakers like some sort of wayward youngling. If anything he's caring for you. Providing for you. The child is too small, too weak to fend for himself. And the mission, ever looming above his head like an executioner’s axe, drives Din to find the Jedi. To bring the child to the people he needs to grow up strong and safe. He has a purpose for keeping the child in his care.

And your purpose? Of course that was just as clear.

Of course it was.

You gave yourself purpose several times, insisting on cooking and helping with small things around the ship. But Din doesn’t need someone to do that. You take care of the child, which is a help, but Din doesn’t require it of you. Your purpose is…

Does it matter if you don’t have one? That you’re here because you want to be, nothing more?

The voice in the back of his head tickles with the idea of what his life would look like without needing such specific purpose. What it would be like to just work and care and provide in ways that don’t rip his skin apart and spill his blood.

He bats the voice away. That is a life he has no concept of.

But you do. You have not lived an easy life, but a less violent one. A life that you can return to, with comfort and stability and love on a planet where you can grow. A life you can bring the child into.

And Din, if he lets himself believe it. It isn’t the first time he’s entertained the thought.

He shakes his head, clearing his mind for the task ahead. The Armorer stands vigil by her forge, the mountain of beskar dwindling but still horrifyingly tall. Din forces himself to look as he passes. There are helmets he recognizes.

“Din Djarin,” she says, her voice loud and round coming from her helmet. He sits before the forge, placing the credits designated for the covert on the table. She takes her time, laying her instruments down and moving to sit across from him. The blue light of the forge dims, her golden helmet locked on Din's own. He doesn't know how she looks the same every time he sees her - never tiring, always at work. He's been feeling the weight of years more heavily than before, and it sometimes takes great effort to not let his shoulders sag.

“You have been away for longer than expected,” she finally says, tilting the helmet down to observe the credits. “And with less than expected.” She doesn’t ask, just looks at Din with the intensity her station conveys.

“I ran into trouble. Imperial remnants. The child is still being hunted.”

She does not move, only waits for more truths.

“I have not completed my mission. The Jedi are proving hard to find.”

More silence.

“And there was a difficult bounty…”

“And a woman.”

Din’s heart seizes in his chest. How did she know?

“Paz Vizla saw her with the child. She is a caretaker?” Din tries not to flinch. He hates hearing you distilled down into a single word, simple when you are anything but.

“An old friend. She was with us when we ran into the Imps. I’ve taken her under my protection, and she helps care for the child.” He tries to make the relationship sound transactional, functional, practical. His pounding heart batters drumbeats against his cuirass.

“An ally then,” she says, getting up from her seat and taking the credits off the table. They clink into a jar as she returns to her tools.

“Does she know of your mission?” Mando shakes his head.

“Not yet. She hasn't asked.” The Armorer nods and returns to stand in front of Din.

“How long will she remain under your protection?” The question is loaded, her helmet tilting. He knows his response to this will determine something significant. There is only one correct answer in the eyes of the Watch, but his tongue is sticky and thick in his mouth.

“A few weeks more. Once the Imps are off my trail she can return home.”

This is a lie. He will protect you for as long as you will let him. Only you could send him away.

He has never lied to his alor before.

She nods and dismisses Din, returning to the forge. Din stands on weak legs, the rush of his omission making him dizzy. His mouth opens behind the helmet, truths threatening to spill but thankfully his expression is as much a mystery to the Armorer as hers is to him.

If he told her the truth she would warn him of distractions. That whatever assistance you offer is second to his Creed. Remind him what happened last time. Require him to give you up, leave you behind, in favor of duty.

And Din cannot do that.

As he turns to leave she speaks once more.

“Bring the foundling to its people, and when you are done you will return to help rebuild our covert.” Their visors meet, dual blackness that used to be comforting now suffocating.

“This is the Way,” she says, stone in her voice.

“This is the Way,” Din replies. It is the first time in many years that he doesn’t believe it.

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Before I Leave You (Pt. 15)

(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: it’s kind of funny how Kim Taehyung’s life as a man sets the stage for the real story; the story of Her- Tae the woman, Tae the lovely alpha girl who loves makeup and loves romance books and maybe loves a certain cute omega who loves baking and matching pajama sets. 

Pairing: Beta! Yoongi, Omega! Reader, Omega! Jungkook, Omega! Seokjin, Alpha! Namjoon, Alpha! Hoseok, Alpha! Taehyung, Alpha! Jimin,

Tags: Trans! Tae content, dysphoria, depictions of unintended outings, self miss-gendering, self-deprication, changing pronouns, jealousy, over-romanticizing queer things, ptsd, trauma, dissociation, bad days, referenced anorexia, referenced bad-eating habits, shame, self-esteem issues, self de-humanization, self-hate, dom/sub undertones, hurt/comfort, Fluff, nesting and cuddling

W/c: 11.2k

A/n: I decided to split this chapter into two parts because I want to explore the exposition more!  the next one will have the title ‘babygirl pink” this part gets a little back into the pacing of the story that the first few chapters had. hopefully the next chapter will be out in a week!

Previous Part — Masterlist

Moving into the house is one thing, but getting settled is another. 

feeling settled Takes several weeks of carefully respecting boundaries and getting used to each other. It takes compromises and learning to let things go. Your kitchen no longer belongs to you, the house is no longer quiet at night but full of laughter and noise that can grate on you if you let it. Hoseok plays rap music so loudly in the shower that you can feel the base when you press your palm to the wall.

The days that you and Yoongi are left entirely alone are the worst, but most of the time it’s not just the two of you left at the house all day, Jungkook has the most flexible schedule of them all, Jimin spends days off and on- and more often than not Hobi has Monday's off. Tae, Namjoon, and Jin are the only ones who work consistent 9-5.

Jin snaps at the pups more than once over the first few weeks for not unpacking on their days off, when he comes home from work and finds little more disturbed than when he left. A task that they usually abandon in favor of bonding with you and Yoongi. 

At the end of the day, their preference for helping Yoongi (and probably stealing a kiss or sweet nuzzle from the beta) over doing chores is a charming reminder that they’re all still twenty somethings, can take a second to learn to be an adult when it matters and balance the responsibility of being a part of a team.

A team that you are slowly starting to become a part of. Making sure dinner is at least partially ready and the others can jump into help as they come home, Tae sets the table, Jungkook likes making the salad and together you all bitch at Namjoon to stop helping until he goes to take a shower and destress from his day as he easily has the most demanding job of all. His body dead tired from lifting bodies and standing in the same position over an operating table all day. 

He doesn’t talk about it often, but sometimes he comes home and you can just tell his carrying the weight of not only his life on his shoulders, but whatever sorrow he might have seen at the hospital. 

 Sometimes, you catch him when he comes home, folding himself over Jin’s shoulders and laying his weight on the other omega. Jin is the only one that rivals Namjoon in terms of size (though Tae is a close second) and now you see the utility in that; Jin is the only one who can hold Namjoon up. 

Their system makes sense, the more you spend time with it and muse on it. You only hope that you can fit into their easy scheme of love and loving. 

You don't mind doing work around the house honestly- it helps you feel helpful, you don't have a job like they do (nor are you honestly capable of holding onto one at the moment with the state of your mental health, no matter how much you hate to admit it).

Working isn’t a necessity considering the state of your joint bank account with Yoongi and the state of the min family fortune. As long as you don’t live a wasteful lifestyle- you and Yoongi will probably be able to skate by without ever having to work a full time job again. 

(And that’s without selling the min family estate off to the highest bidder, or the house that you nearly died in, or the summer house or other properties and patents that they owned. that you honestly have little to no desire to live in any house but this one ever again- let alone the place that was your hell scape. so really, you shouldn’t worry about what you do or don’t do during the day that the others might.)

Still, your hours of idleness compared to theirs are more numerous and suddenly more grating. they covet free time- and all of your time is free time. you’ve started to feel more guilty about that. You’ve taken it for granted, the fact that you don’t have to work just to eat and have a safe place to curl up in at night.

It’s been nice to take care of them, just a little bit, just a tiny bit like the way that they take care of you most days- like Yoongi takes care of you all of the time.

You’ve all fallen into a routine of sorts. in the morning you go to the kitchen to see who might have made coffee (you’re ashamed to admit that you have gone back to bed several times on seeing that no one has made it yet, you might be a little spoiled but every time you try to make it turns out either too dark or too light to the packs taste.) Your favorite mornings are when Yoongi spoils you with the espresso machine and maple syrup lattes.

After that, you'll watch the pack pull themselves together in their sleepy tumbly puppy way and then get ready for work. All of them have their styles. It’s been nice to drink in the appearance of Namjoon leaving in the morning in his suit. Jungkook in his grey sweats or track-pants. Or Jimin leaving in a huff of threatening alpha pheromones. The kind that says “come within 3 feet of me if you want to get punched.”

He doesn't talk about the idol group he guards much, other than to mention that they're younger than him to that he can play hyung more often than not. but you know from what you see on the tv and social media that the fans can get a little crazy. sometimes you watch the gossip channel in the mornings cuddled on the couch waiting to start a recipe for the day or to clean the bathroom or do something with Yoongi.

waiting and trying to pick out Jimin among the fan-taken photos and jerky videos. Trying to spot his telltale walk, his shoulders, face concealed behind a face mask most of the time. Other days, when their schedules are of that of a more professional nature, Jimin leaves the house in his little black suit. Non-descript to a fault that still makes you flustered.

Tae too- tends to favor getting dressed up more than usual, cute little blazers and oxfords. The true librarian aesthetic with his little purple scarf and a well-filled bag of books.

 You’ve noticed out of all of them- Tae tends to spend the longest on his appearance in the morning. sometimes he'll even ask Jin to fiddle with his hair, which either falls too curly or too straight depending on the day. You’ve seen him frustratingly run his fingers through it- especially after it gets cut short. And seen him hold his bangs back with a fuzzy bear headband in the evening just to keep it out of his eyes when he reads.

Unlike Hobi who can roll out of bed and go to work in anything, including his wide-legged jeans with the sunflowers painted on them (apparently Jungkook, Taehyung, and he when to a painting night at a local art center a year and ended up with three monstrosities full of doodles and paint splatters), there are even two brightly colored and smiling flowers on the butt- that Namjoon playfully smacks on his way out the door.

Maybe he wears something a little nicer if he’s manning the front door and making bouquets all day, some of the young girls and old ladies in your town like to ogle him. You hear them teasing him about it on more than one occasion.

You hope you can go and see the flower shop one day, but the door is still a little daunting. It’s not agoraphobia but your need for safety that keeps the outdoors mainly out of reach (your midnight adventure to the train station an anomaly)  You like it inside the house where you don’t have to worry, don’t have to watch your back quick so much.  you'd rather just stay where it's safe, inside and tucked into your corners of the house.

Maybe eventually, you'll work up the courage to ask Yoongi to take you. as well as work up the courage to ask for other things. not limited to kisses, not only from jin but from the others too. After the pack had found out about you and Jin kissing; it had been predictably hilarious.

Maybe you should have taken more of an effort to hide it, but it feels so natural the morning that Jin leans down to peck your lips in goodbye, the morning after their first full day living in your house.  

Namjoon was just about to say something, but his mind is wiped absolutely blank falling silent in the middle of his sentence. Something in his big brain malfunctions at the sight of two omegas kissing. 

Pretty sweet and soft, Namjoon is going to trip over his own two feet at one point today when the memory of this suddenly hits him out of the blue. when he remembers how your eyelashes had almost brushed Jinnies when your eyes had fluttered closed.

Namjoon doesn’t know why it makes him so riled up- maybe the fact that he’s into you and into Jinnie and into just-

Damn his horny alpha brain.

You and Jinnie- Jinnie and you- soft small you and the powerful pack omega that they’ve all seen command a room, bring wiley pups over his lap and in general just-

Jin looks nearly smitten, your hand slides to his lapel gripping it when the shatter of Namjoon’s coffee cup punctuates the sweetness. Namjoon looks down at his shoes, steadily filling with lukewarm coffee. He’s holding just the handle and he doesn’t know how or why it suddenly broke. 

Jimin just raises his eyebrows, hair slicked back in his usual "I'm going to have to shove people today" look wearing his cute little security vest that makes his shoulders look particularly broad. "When did that happen? and how can I be a part of it?"

Hobi splutters at Jimin’s boldness and Jungkook grins sleepily from the kitchen island still in his pj’s, mumbling inaudibly though it sounds suspiciously like “want kisses too,” pouting at the nearest person, which just so happens to be Hobi. 

You have to admit even you're surprised at Jimin's blatant audacity. Though Jin just seems a little flustered. “Come on guys- is it really that unexpected?” Seokjin rolls his eyes at them, completely besotted at the way you’ve buried your heating face into his shirt. You move from hiding from the others to scenting him, just a little bit so that everyone who he comes across knows that he's got several someone’s to come home too,

And that you’re one of them. Maybe not a part of the pack but it’s building up more and more these days, your scent is weaving with theirs just by proximity. You can tell that things are building in more ways than one, but whether or not they’ll break any time soon is something you’re not sure about.

Seokjin’s neither surprised nor displeased that you can get a little clingy in the morning. If anything, he likes it makes him feel wanted in the way that it’s sometimes hard to feel in the puddle of his packmates, with so many people- it's understandable that some of their needs would slip through the cracks.

“It’s not that it's just-” Tae sighs, making a frustrated but not displeased sound, “I’m gonna be late for work” he struggles to tie his tie, it ends up a little loose. And it takes his whole dark-Accademia-hot-intimidating-professor aesthetic go from handsome- to a little boyish and soft. 

“Unexpected! that’s the word.”

But is it really? Is it really so strange and new? What happened this morning prompts further discussion, when you and Jin have a moment to talk in the evening while you make dinner together and linger lingering, his hands have found their way to your hips more than once, in passing or to move you around the pots.

“They can be a little-“ Jin struggles to find the right words “overbearing? Teasing? If you let them. But if you don’t like it- if it makes you uncomfortable, just say and they’ll stop.”

You lean over into his space, considering the sauce he’s making and what he’s saying, “give me a taste” he lifts the spoon, letting it cool before he lets your lips slide around it. Fingers balancing under the spoon, brushing under your chin when you lean in.

 Jin swallows, letting the moment pass without musing over your lips any more than he already does- which is more often than he’s willing to admit. “I don’t mind it Jinnie, but thanks for looking out for me,”

You lean up on your tippytoes and Jin leans down to meet you halfway. He giggles when he parts, tasting the sauce for the meat on your lips, “hmm, needs more sugar.”

“Me or the sauce?” You grin cheekily, holding onto his elbow, touching him just to touch him- like you need his body near yours in the kitchen, to create a meal from which they will all find nourishment. Making food might be both of your love languages- but touch is too. It feels like your palm is going to burn its way through his shirtsleeve and leave an imprint on his skin.

Jin doesn’t even try to hide his smile. “You’re delicious enough as it is sweetheart.” 

You’d think after all this time they’d talk over things like a pack- but maybe with this- they don’t need to. They don't need to ask for permission for kisses, Not when you dart across the room to peck Jimin on the cheek as he's heading out the door the next morning.

You've never seen Jimin go so red, but it looks like the natural color from your lips has bled onto his cheeks. You try to run away before anyone but him can realize what you've done only to be snagged around the waist by Yoongi before you can disappear into the house. 

Your giggles start the day as you shriek, Yoongi’s fingers finding the sensitive sides of your hips. Your mate demands good morning kisses from you if you’re going to give them to the others.

That’s how Jimin, Taehyung, Jin, and Namjoon leave for work for the day, your giggles echoing out the door. The opening concerto of some orchestra. Just like a song has different pieces to make an overture- your love needs little notes, delicate rests before it starts up again in rhythm. The kisses a melody, and the careful touches the violins, Yoongi's hands tease you like they might tease the edge of piano- Namjoon could listen to it for ages and never get tired of it.

Maybe love is something like a song that gets stuck in your head, filling your quiet moments with sound. Fills your heart when at moments it could be empty.

They don't need to talk about their budding love for you; Not when you and Jungkook fall asleep on the couch, your head in his lap, pressed into his stomach to hide your eyes from the light. A sight that prompts photos and coos from the alphas when they come home from the grocery store and find you heaped in a happy little omega pile.

Or when Namjoon walks in one morning after one of 5 monthly nightshifts and finds you wearing one of his button-down shirts as a dress- not one of Yoongi’s like you usually favor. Swamping you and falling just a little higher on your thigh than is proper, buttoned to show your shoulders dotted with hickeys. Ready to greet his sleepy form with blueberry pancakes and Yoongi with coffee-covered kisses. That leaves him listless, too caffeinated and too riled up to properly rest. 

Or when Hobi’s changing out the flowers at the shop, exchanging the old ones that they can’t sell and finds himself hovering on certain bouquets, little daisies and asters, messes of yellow and white. They’re pretty and just starting to fade at the edges. Too old to sell but too good to throw away

It’s not like they cost him anything and they’re not really for you they’re more for the house in general- to make everyone smile not just you.

Even in his head Hobi tries to justify it, tries to say it's not what it is (which is him feeling the unintended pressure from the rest of his pack mates). If they're fond of you, why couldn't he be? 

Does ‘fake it till you make it’ apply to loving yourself and people who are so like you that it feels like looking in the mirror? 

All it take for Hobi to make them presentable is to pluck off the wilting flowers and trim down the stems a little.  it's not a big deal- it's not a romantic gesture at all, and Hoseok hopes you won't take them that way. Hobi just thought they might look nice in the kitchen. Your combined kitchen, the one you all share. they're a gift for everyone- not just for you, right?

Even Hoseok's thoughts feel like they're rambling.

You put them on the center table and Yoongi catches you sniffing at them when you think no one is looking. And Hobi feels accomplished in that at least, In making you smile.

At least things aren’t uncomfortable anymore, at least he doesn’t feel jealous for no reason over you. He might not want to kiss you the way that Jin does (seriously- not an ounce of Hobi considers kisses a remote possibility with you) but things are edging from cordial to genuine friendship. You’ve all but forgotten your uncomfortableness last week- which seems lifetimes away.

Especially when he wakes one morning, sleepy-eyed and loose-limbed, you press a cup of coffee into his hands and pull him towards the door before he’s had a chance to even take a sip, struggling to articulate why you need him to come with you, but luckily for you Hobi is particularly pliant just after he wakes. Smiling, hair hanging over his warm dark eyes, dancing with a kind of fondness that’s not secret at all.

“alright alright- you don’t have to tug.”

Most of his plants had been acquired from the dumpster at work and in the same way he’d gotten the flowers. Many of them started as things that were not quite dead enough to warrant abandoning (kind of like you) they just need an extra bit of love and care to flourish properly, Hobi’s love has paid off.

They're still pressed along the outer rim of your porch Interspersed through the deck furniture, green and lush. His elephant ear even has a new frond and a flower! That’s what you seem to be excited about. the non-fragrant flower is hidden underneath one of the leaves, so large you nearly hide behind it when you gently drag it aside to show him where it was hiding. They’ve adjusted well to being outside and getting more sun.

He smiles sleepily at you from the front door but enjoys the way you gently poke at it like a little kid might inspect the furry ear of a puppy. A childish excitement that is no less endearing because it's on your face.

Apparently watering his plants is something that you like to do while they're gone, Yoongi told him so. when he comes home from work, he finds The little red watering can still wet by the door.

"You never let me water your plants" Namjoon pouts at Hobi while they watch you water one Saturday morning over coffee, stretched out on the deck furniture enjoying the early morning coolness before it starts to get hot. His Voice pitched down an octave so that you can't hear them. 

They watch as Yoongi alters his trajectory, carrying not only his cup of coffee but a plat full of muffins for breakfast. He stoops to roll up the pant legs of your pajamas to keep them from getting wet. Hand hovering on your ankle, murmuring something soft to you while you water.

Hobi runs his fingers through the hair at the back of Joon's neck, slowly and sleepily. The alpha's scent spikes a little, he's happy regardless of the pout coloring his face.

he leans in, his lips glide across Namjoon’s cheeks, the kiss finds a home in his dimple. only to whisper low in his ear "That's because you water them too much," your cute little look of concentration as you carefully measure out the right amount of water makes Namjoon's heart squeeze and ache. "And besides, it makes Yoongi happy too"

“what makes me happy?” hobi takes a muffin, matching Yoongi’s raised eyebrow with a grin of his own.  

“Nothing, just y/n” yoongi nods, agreeing of course. 

And that's the truth, these days, it feels like they rarely ever see their beta stop smiling. Yoongi is just- so simply pretty, and a happy Yoongi is even prettier (if that’s even possible).

You stare at him from the window when he’s cutting down some raw edge walnut boards to fit into Tae’s new shelves. Watch him as he stands the edge for a few minutes then feels it, making sure its smooth with a soft smile, deeming it perfect (insert “a single mom who does her job” meme here).

He cuts ones for your new pantry too as the two areas are roughly the same size, he finished the pantry the same day he finishes the shelves in Tae’s room. The boards stay unhung though- as you’re still fingering out what kind of wallpaper you want.

Yoongi shows his love with his hands, In the things he makes and re-makes for the people he loves. He’s so happy to have them home, happier when they settle in, putting scratches in the floor and forming habits. It doesn’t compare to before, when they crammed into that house- no. this is so much better.

Out of all of Yoongi’s regrets, he will never regret buying this house for all of you. Will never question making a home out of it,

You were right to wonder if they’d even try to look for a new apartment because none of them have brought it up since they moved in. You don’t think they ever will as the first week blends into a second, which blends into a third.

The house might have felt empty with only the two of you to fill it but now it feels full and blooming with almost love. the way that whipped cream tastes before you’ve added the vanilla and powdered sugar, the way that Jin’s kisses. 

the kisses are pecks, simple presses of the lips without tongue or heat, no where near the heat or passion that Yoongi’s kisses have, that his kisses have with the others. But with the way his eyes hover on your mouth when you eat you think he might want to kiss you like that.

But in truth- Jin’s fixation isn’t that of a sexual kind. No- Jin’s looking is nothing more than the epitome of pack omega concern. You think you’re being sneaky, but Jin sees. you cannot watch without also being watched in kind.

Learning each others rhythms goes both ways.

Jin sees the way that you nurse your coffee cup in the mornings, never even nibbling at the breakfast he supplies. and while you’re not the only one who’s a little slow to eat in the morning (neither Jimin nor Tae eat much in the mornings no matter their packmates griping) it’s different with you. 

Jin has always known or at least suspected it.  You’re so terribly tiny and slight. Jin would never call you weak- knowing what he knows about you and your past, but the dots connect that way regardless. now that you live together Jin can measure it better, gets a grip and realizes how little you actually consume on a daily basis. 

You don’t eat breakfast, and on Saturdays when he’s home you skip lunch too. you say, “I’m not hungry” at dinner or peck at your plate, he makes eye contact with Yoongi whose gaze darts away. Jin remembers his words weeks ago when he’d first noticed the not- eating thing, and Yoongi had just said “she doesn’t eat a lot” that’s not inaccurate, but it’s hardly the truth.

Certain things slip through the cracks, but you don't let Jin fall and he won't let you fall either. He sees the way your hands start to shake, the way you hover close to Yoongi for comfort at mealtimes, his thumb slowly stroking over your hand. Jin sees the anxiety in your face when Namjoon portions out the food for you- the way he does for all of them. Piling an amount of food onto your plate that's usual for the rest of them but maybe not for you.

Jin isn't the only one who noticed, Jungkook does too- mostly because he sees it often with people at the gym, has had to decline memberships to some women and men who just- look desperate and hungry for something that food can’t give them.  

Jungkook keeps track of his own meals too- though its medically necessary and not because of a mental illness. He knows the carbohydrate percentage and caloric value of literally every food in their pantry because he can’t go over 30 grams of carbs a day for his seizures. 

He knows. But Jungkook isn’t as good at interfering as Jin might be. Can’t do more than suck on the inside of his cheek and sigh in relief when he sees Yoongi feed you spoonfuls of food straight from the pot when he’s cooking under the guise of having you check it for sugar or sweetness or anything- anything to get a little bit more into your belly.

Jin likes to keep track of this sort of thing. And it’s starting to concern him more than he’s showing. There are only so many looks he can share with Jungkook before it gets to be too much.

but there are other things to worry about and you still have your bad days, the days where you don’t make it out of bed before they get home. How could you not? when there's suddenly so much to be worried about. 

Is Hobi comfortable or is he just swallowing back his distaste of you now? Is Jinnie too stressed with cooking? Should you be doing more even though you know he likes to do it? that he finds it cathartic? Is Taehyung upset that his library hasn’t been finished yet?

 Is Jungkook going to have another seizure soon? Is Namjoon too stressed about work and providing for the pack? should you tell him about your and Yoongi’s joint bank account and the property so that he doesn’t have to take on so much responsibility- 

There is no end to the thoughts you can have when your brain gets like this. The more people there are in your life the more expectations you need to contend with, and the greater you can fall short. You need to make sure you’re not a burden.

You spend two days cleaning the house from top to bottom, every nook and cranny, every little dusty corner and construction space. The walls, the doors the doorknobs. But its not energy or motivation its just fear, fear that makes you wake up one morning, everything still, unable to move your head with how paralyzed you feel. 

Yoongi knows- Yoongi knows before you even do and reaches over to thread his fingers through your hair. Speaking low and gentle in the way he’s learned helps.

“Okay, this is how we’re going to go, you’re gonna get up and go to the kitchen with me and we’re gonna have some coffee. Then you’re gonna sit with me while I install the handles on the cabinets in the pantry sweetheart, and you’re not going to feel guilty about not doing anything to do because thats where i want you to be okay?” you don’t respond, don’t give any indication that you’ve heard Yoongi at all other than to curl closer to him. Needing the steadiness and security that he provides. 

it might sound like too much, but Yoongi knows that sometimes too many choices overwhelm you. He’s your mate- you trust him to be gentle with you and make the choices for you today.

None of them are prepared for it- so used to you being somewhat okay that it feels like a slap in the face when they come home, expecting to be greeted by you bouncing around the kitchen helping Yoongi cook but instead find you curled up, looking brittle and careful on the couch, barely lifting your head at their hello.

If anything, you burrow into your little cocoon, suddenly overwhelmed by their presence. The scent of rain stinking up the whole place, and Yoongi's ocean too because if you're down then Yoongi is too. The stress apparent on his face even as he cups their cheeks and kisses them. His quiet murmured questions are sweet- but he's not entirely present because when a piece of you goes so does a piece of Yoongi.

There is a reason why pack exists, and this is one of them. They could never let Yoongi bear the stress alone- nor could they let you stew by yourself. Struggling with whatever’s going on in your head.

The PTSD, that's what it is, they all know this now. The ever-present and permeating fear that controls you, puppets you like chains. You are beholden to it even if you wish you weren't. Wish it didn't paralyze you in fear and self-hate.

There have been countless sweet moments. Jin stopping when he finds you folded among the pillows nearly hidden among them (a voice in your head that says you're fine being stuffed in some forgotten corner, like an old toy that's outworn its use, perfect- not in the way at all. they can take you out a play with you when they need something to push around.)

not that they never would, not in a million years. you know they have no intention of treating you the way that you might deserve to be treated.

Jin's long fingers tugging through your hair never fail to bring you back to the present, tugging a little harder than he might with the others. you are pliant and moveable, letting him puppet you into position with sweet words and gentle touches.  

You shiver at his sweet chiding of “there’s my sweet pup.” he knows not to kiss you when you're like this, has figured that that's too much. He settles for the manhandling touches, Yoongi was right to correct him the other night, now that Jin knows how you like to be touched, he does it more often.

Jimin is the only one who gets into your space right away besides Jin, the others are more tentative with getting close, worried about triggering you. He plops himself down next to you on the couch like it’s any other day. Scrolling through his phone and behaving like for all intents and purposes that you're not there. 

He usually waits a few minutes after sitting next to you before he lies his hand palm up between the two of you on the couch. sometimes he'll even vent to you about his day, rambling with no space for you to interject or get worried about not replying. Jimin talks and his voice fills the space in your head, leaving little room for the self-deprecating thoughts. And before long he feels your tentative fingertips lacing with his.

The others are perplexed at first- but then they start to get it- he only doesn't stare or engage because he's worried that you'll be spooked, by how much he cares.

But not all of them can sit still and give you your space, days like this settle under Namjoon's skin like an itch that can’t be scratched. He can't sit still when it's clear there's something wrong, when one of his packmates is in trouble and in danger. And he ends up watching you like a hawk, waiting for any hint that you might ask for help. 

Though you never do, He hovers within view for as long as he can before it’s too much. And only then does He make several trips around the apartment to collect anything and everything that might be nice to nest with. He dumps more of your nesting stuff into the careful C of the couch. He never touches the stuff that's actually in your nest- just the excess nesting materials that are carefully folded in the hallway closet.

sometimes- when Seokjin or Jungkook clears it- he takes the big blanket from the pack’s nest. The one that's twice as large as a conventional duvet, dumping the monstrous cream colored blanket that smells like all of them over you. The way your body melts makes Namjoon want to preen, scent the top of your head and do anything to help you not smell so sad.

But he knows if he pushes too much and tries to offer too much comfort at once that you'll just disappear into your bedroom. A place he hasn't been brave enough to intrude upon since that first morning. 

Tae doesn’t really help all that much, but he does sit on your other side, bracketed by two alphas you shrink a little, getting smaller and more protected. But Tae doesn’t have any other intentions other than sitting close. Reading his book and behaving like it’s just another afternoon following Jimin’s lead.

The book’s he’s reading never does a good job of holding his attention- maybe one day he’ll work up the courage to read to you, sooth you with his voice the way that Jimin does. But not yet, every time he thinks of it he finds his throat thick with something that he can’t speak through.

Yoongi has Hobi bring you cups of sweet hibiscus tea or sweet hot cocoa with whipped cream. You might not always drink them, but at least you hold the cups with both hands like you’re more nourished from the heat than any amount of chocolate. 

Maybe fear is a cold sadness for you- not hot like panic or burning low like love. leaves you frozen to be warmed only by small acts of love that take to you like kindling takes to fire. candle flames, soft and glowing and perfect.

Sometimes, Jungkook sits with you- or more accurately sits on you, slinging his legs over Jimin’s lap and curling around you. Refilling the top of your mug with zero sugar (but still somehow sweet) whipped cream, giggling when you lick it clean and then hold it out for more. 

He doesn’t know if it helps but hopes it does, he trades off with filling yours or his mouth once you start feeling more like yourself. Sometimes he's brave enough to pull himself under your blanket. Get his body close to yours. You even feel cold- even though it's the middle of summer. He tugs your legs over his, puts his warm palms on his knees, and ignores your squeak of surprise. Shushing you when your breath gets a little disjointed. There isn't any reason to fear Jungkook- omega sweetness washing over you.

Namjoon finds himself wondering why he didn’t anticipate the fact that you were bound to come off the high of them moving in and immediately crash.

PTSD is exhausting, it makes you constantly exhausted. It doesn’t matter that you talk more now or that you’re more comfortable with them. There are still moments when you wake, as tired as you were when you fell asleep.

It's frustrating, it's so fucking frustrating and it makes you want to scream, throat aching- mark burning and pulsing sensitive. Things aren't bad now, they're even the edge of good, so why won't the feeling leave you? Why even when you're happy, do things not feel good?

You know you aren't the only one with residual pain. You've watched Yoongi accidentally drop something more than once after his shoulder gave a painful twinge. Seen him stare off into space late at night sometimes, holding you closer than usual, a frantic edge to his touch.

It’s not like things haven’t changed; there are many new insights you’ve had into how the pack operates in the last 3 weeks. There are so many things to learn through cohabitation. Like the fact that Jimin likes to sleep in on the days that he doesn’t work. and always moves from the nest room and out into the living room if no one is in the nest just so he can listen to you and Yoongi move around the house.

Jimin doesn't sleep well alone, partially because he’s never had to. A preference reminiscent of a childhood spent sneaking into Taehyung’s ground-floor bedroom for secret sleepovers. Even if his sleep is punctuated by several banging hammers he'll still sleep more soundly if he can at least hear someone. His alpha brain soothed by the knowledge that his pack isn't very far away- that if something were to happen and threaten them- he’d be near enough to stop them.

Sometimes when you pass by him on the couch, he lets out these little happy alpha growls. Little huffs of air that slip past his lips like a half-formed grumble, his sweetening scent beckoning you in. Like his subconscious is aware that you're near, nose twitching cutely in his sleep.

Other things come to light too as you learn more and more about them; like the fact that Jungkook genuinely loves to do their laundry; will steal bags out of your room and do yours if you’re not careful. The others call him their little house bunny- but it's not a dig at the fact that he falls into the classic trope of omegas being homemakers but fond teasing (because there is little else about the hulking omega that’s typical of his sub gender). You think Jungkook might like to be teased more than he lets on.

He likes his stolen moments in the downstairs area of your house when he gets to bury his nose in their clothes and make sure that the same scents stay in the same piles. Not that mixing isn’t nice and that the pack doesn’t generally smell like each other. But Jungkook likes things to be in their place; maybe it’s just a different expression of the nesting instinct. 

other things; like how Namjoon loves being outside, but not in the ‘lets go for a hike’ sort of way but a quiet kind of sondering. When you wake on the weekends you find him out on the front deck sitting on the padded sofa with his feet brought up, more vulnerable looking than you usually see the alpha. Reading a book or scrolling through his phone, looking completely at ease and glad for some alone time before the others wake.

He’s so still that the birds don’t mind coming to the feeders near his head. Namjoon hums at something he’s reading and the birds flutter away in a flurry of tweets and indignant chirps, startled by the alpha. You watch him watch the birds, moving his eyes and not his head when one settles on the side table, cocking their head at Namjoon.

The same way he’ll look at you, standing in the open doorway, half hiding behind the doorframe. When he spots you, he never fails to put his book to the side, face down and holding his spot. Beckoning you to come to sit next to him, looking not the slightest bit put out that you’ve Interrupted his alone time.

“They make hummingbird feeders you know, might be good for Hobi’s flowers,” you comment. 

“I’ll order some.” his voice is ow pitched and sleep rough. Namjoon’s first words of the day are always saved for you.

You’re never still enough for the birds the way that Namjoon is, something in you too jumpy and twitchy. sometimes Namjoon holds your hands, trembling over your coffee cup- the shakiness you can never quite sleep away that makes you spill your coffee so easily. he makes a soft shh noise, and with him holding your hand you find you can be still enough to put the birds at ease.

You notice things; like how Hobi likes coconut flavored coffee but occasionally reaches for tea. A new habit judging by the collection of different kinds that fill your pantry. The only one that ever gets used and replaced is the hibiscus tea- so that must be his favorite. Jungkook takes it in his water bottle to work sometimes.

Jin’s got a sweet tooth- which doesn't surprise you given how much he likes your baked goods. But he has a particular soft spot for gummies- you see fruit snack wrappers in the bottom of his work bag or the trashcan, and you know he tries to hide it from Jungkook- not wanting the youngest pup to feel left out of the sweets he can’t partake in.

Or how Tae leaves their room after everyone's gone to sleep, more nights than he doesn’t, closing the door quietly but not quite enough for your oversensitive ears.

But you think you’re not supposed to have noticed that.

It might be because you're so tuned to look out for upset alphas. You might have just dismissed your worry as unfounded, and this is just another one of their habits that you didn’t know about. Maybe- if he didn't smell so sad and scared, If the smell of black pepper and cinnamon didn't fill the hallway outside of your room and seep under your bedroom door like ink.

You bring it up to Yoongi, who yawns into his coffee cup in the morning after Tae and the others leave for work. “Tae has insomnia, always has. He was probably just going to read or something” but you can’t shake the feeling that /somethings/ wrong. That there has to be a reason for his despair so late at night and why he doesn't come to the others to hand over his woes and get love in return like any of the other packmates would.

Maybe Tae is the best at keeping secrets out of all of them, whatever you imagine, it couldn’t possibly be further from the truth. He’s hidden the truth so far down, only lets it out at night when there is nothing that could possibly endanger that soft unspoken itch. You know the one I'm talking about.

Other than you, determined, standing at your door and staring down the hall where he disappeared, determined to help and day by day building up the courage to pursue him on his nightly haunts.

(You can’t be held accountable for what happens when you finally do.)

Yoongi never wakes, doesn't stir next to you when shortly after midnight, you hear the door across the hall open followed by the slow footsteps carry the alpha away from your rooms and further into the house. It only happens once or twice a week at most, often enough to be a habit, not unplanned sleepless stretches.

Secrets and their exposure have a funny way of playing out. 

On the other side of that coin; Taehyung doesn’t have a lot of time generally to indulge in her bad habits. (Not that she really believes that they're bad, that's just what Tae's mind has convinced herself that they are; The hours when Tae can feel like herself pressed like a flower between the pages of a book, a stolen special softness not meant for her but taken, stolen.

Like a book only to be opened at night time when it's safe and her packmates are tumbling and free falling through dream land a few rooms over. Soft nighttime with the frogs croaking outside and the distant sound of the train thundering away away and away, beating in sync with the rain song sorrow of Tae’s heart. 

(You notice- how could you not- nose twitching in your sleep, attuned to the smell of sadness, and when you know the shape of Tae's shadow)

Those few hours are so special to him- her- pronouns are so hard sometimes. sometimes Taehyung forces their brain to think the other way- to say over and over again- I’m a he- this is ridiculous- you’re just faking it for the attention- you’re not actually- don’t even think it- don’t try to justify wanting this.

But those are just the bad days, and self-deprecation and shame won’t stop Tae. Even if she tries to stay away, she always ends up coming back to it, lingering over your soft things hanging in the basement where the laundry machines have been moved. Or her fingers hovering over Instagram adds for lingerie and silk slip dresses. During his breaks when Tae is free to daydream and add hundreds of dollar’s worth of makeup to her shopping cart that she never buys.

At the end of the day, there are just so many more people who are more deserving of this than Tae. People who have known they were trans since birth, who never kept quiet about it or thought of it as something shameful enough to hide, and who don’t still feel that same shame.

What did it matter if sometimes it felt like her skin was going to fall off? how did that hold a candle to out trans people and their fear? The kind they chose and engaged with daily- Chose willingly instead of hiding. Sure, being in the closet is certainly safer- but its not really living. It’s a heaviness that you can’t get rid of, a rock in your pocket that always returns no matter how many times you throw it away.

So, what does it matter if During the day Tae feels like she's going to burst out of her skin, feels the heaviness settle as the thick clothes cling to her body. shoulders too broad and chest too flat- what does it matter if she feels like she’s not enough.

Not enough of a man to stop wanting it, to get rid of the jealousy. Green gorgeous jealousy at every little thing about you; the curve of your shoulders, the pucker of your lips, your everything. and yet- she’s still not enough of a woman to do away with the fear and just live a life full of pretty pink and satin. to snatch her dream and make it reality; to take the lovely queer little daydreams that Tae has when things are slow at the library and make them real.

Yes; Tae has five people who love him and one soulmate but she doesn't trust any of them enough with this. 

What Tae is probably the most jealous about is the fact that you don’t even seem to want it the way that she does. You don’t do your makeup and you don’t do your nails. Fashion that is exclusive of Yoongi’s pilfered clothes a foreign concept to you entirely.

(it’s not- it’s just that you’re more aware than Tae is- she doesn’t know that pretty things have come with a price for you in the past. It’s one of the only things that separate cis woman and trans women (at least at first before they learn). It’s a difference in view point maybe; Pretty things as liberation and pretty things as a complicated social tool - neither good nor bad just fraught with choice.

But What wouldn't she give? just to feel normal in her body for just a minute? Just to look a little more woman on the daily, a little smaller maybe, not the hulking lumbering boy she sees in the mirror in the mornings. 

Hell- she’d settle just for being a little shorter like Minnie. Most mornings she tries not to look at all, asks Jin to do her hair if she really can’t stand it. Tae has always had an effervescent imagination, if she doesn’t look- she can almost fool herself.

But she doesn’t always have to fool and trick and bribe herself into being okay with her body, there is more than a little hope for that because she still has her small hidden box of cosmetics in the reading room. Far away from where anyone might accidentally come upon it. Hidden in plain sight.

The old dictionary on the bottom shelf is a book that no one would ever think of touching. Not like the shelf of ‘readables’ as Tae likes to call them, cook books and best sellers that where actually worth the hype piled on the eye height shelf. Namjoon’s small collection of philosophy driven novels or the dated medical texts on the next one down.

Tae had made the false book- turned-box herself. Hallowed it out, cut out the pages even though it hurt her heart to damage a book like that.  That’s where she stores her special things; a few tubes of lipstick, glittery eye shadow, makeup wipes.

There isn’t much that she’s accumulated over the years just the red nail polish and the light pink lacquer that she’d never be able to wear (nail polish is too hard to take off quickly) a little bit of cream blush, sparkly highlight made her skin glow (though it was off, a little too ashy for Tae’s skin).

And the red lipstick, a pink shade here and there, a plump lip-gloss with a little bit of shimmer. it’s a small collection- but they’re Tae’s prized possession. More valued than the books on her shelves or any gift ever given to her.

At the very bottom, there is a small package that she’s never had the chance to try on- never felt safe enough. Still folded and unworn in packaging, closed with a little heart shaped sticker. pretty and delicate in a way that Tae absolutely treasured.

The bralette is thin and gauzy, with no extra wiring underneath or anything to obscure the small little embroidered flowers or the little pink bow on the red velvet straps and in the middle. Something so simply pretty she hadn’t been able to resist it. 

And sure the lady at the front desk had probably just thought that Tae was buying it for someone else and the material is thin enough to press between the pages of a bulky book- but to Tae it’s everything.

Sometimes- Tae just reaches to touch it, sets it gently beside her when she does her makeup. To remind herself that there is something soft and delicate that lurks underneath her skin, waiting for a bit of safety to spring forward. Something that maybe one day deserves to be nurtured and loved out in the open. Maybe, if Tae was foolish enough to hope.

The way you almost left the other night has had unintended consequences on tae’s mental state; it’s planted a seed in Tae’s head, something that maybe she should never even consider let alone be ruminating on. The others would scramble if they knew.

It stands to reason, that if she can’t be herself here- if she can’t be loved here for the delicate thing that she is within- and can only be loved as a boy- strong and capable and reliable Taehyung. Then it also stands to reason that if he were to leave then- then- then

Jimin would start sobbing if he even knew she even was thinking about that. Would get on his knees and beg for Taehyung to reconsider. Which is why no one can ever know. That's why the pretty things need to stay hidden here, This book is Taehyung’s tomb as much as it is her quiet salvation.

Taehyung loves Jimin so much, much more than she- than he loves himself. Tae has always been worried he is the villain of not only his own story but Jimin’s too. So she will lock herself away and live only in these stolen moments. Won't dream of throwing Jimin’s love away like this- not now and not ever.

Sometimes his words haunt Tae, those spoken so long ago on the playgrounds of old. "I think I like boys; I think I only like boys, not girls at all Tae, do you still want to be my friend even if I'm different?"

"It's okay Minnie, I'm different too."

But they couldn't have known, Jimin couldn't have known that years later they'd 8 years into their relationship as a couple and 3 years into their relationship as a pack. That their love would change to accept more people into it. Jimin couldn't know how much tae’s heart would eventually come to hurt with those words. The wound a paper-cut that grew to fester into this rotting unbearable ache.

It was hard to tell what hurt more now; the idea that Jimin was falling in love with a woman, or that he was falling In love with a woman who wasn’t Tae.

What made it more uncomfortable was Tae’s own penchant for logic. He and Tae- they’re kind of the same, they love the same things, they show fondness and receive love in similar ways. And as much as she’d love to deny it- it’s not only jealousy of you that she’s been feeling these days, but jealousy of Jimin too.

if Jimin could love something delicate and feminine- why couldn’t Tae?

Why did it have to be you?

It wasn't normal to be jealous of her soulmate, didn’t feel normal to be jealous in their pack at all when love and intimacy is so freely given without boundary. It wasn't normal at all to watch him quietly grow to love you in all the ways that Tae believed Jimin could never love a woman.

Jimin likes boys, not girls like Taehyung. But Tae knows how Jimin looks and acts when he’s in love. And she could be jealous of you in the way that Hobi had been, but it's different. 

Nothing makes sense at all, is it Jealousy or respect? love or envy? Her brain feels like a soup these days (and not the good kind).

She feels like a butterfly- maybe not a butterfly but a pupa, soft and squishy and safe in his body that just doesn’t feel quite right. But still ready to burst with fear or frustration or something else. Maybe the real thing she's afraid of is the fact that Jimin might be able to truly love her now if he loves you.

The itch has been building under Tae’s skin, to a crescendo. And tonight, Tae can let it out a little. Tae frees himself from the confines of Jin and Jungkook’s nest. He has an easy excuse- most of them will just assume that there is a book somewhere keeping him awake. Not that he’s going to go put makeup on in secret but the threat of being discovered still lingers.

Tae has learned the way they breathe when they’re truly asleep, waits for their chests to even out, rising evenly in the darkness. Only then does she go to the library room, sitting there and waiting to hear any sounds of tell-tale disruption, someone going to get a late-night snack or a glass of water or a stirring in the other room. She waits for the house to feel safe again, waits until her instincts have mellowed out until things feel as safe as they can.

The library doesn’t have a lock on it- not yet. Yoongi had decided on finishing the interior before trying to work on the door again, and that’s mostly because Tae’s ideas had changed, why limit the stained glass to just shades of pink now? Why not every color? The whole house is quickly becoming a patchwork of different colors and designs and the door should match.

Inside the library, the room is nearly finished except for a few screws here and there. You, Yoongi, and Jimin had put in a little extra work a few days back when Jimin had an extended stretch off. It doesn’t happen often But Tae had loved coming home to him every day, her soulmate rosy-cheeked and bare-skinned, little freckles pointing through had felt like a gift.

The room had also been a gift and a surprise, The windows got replaced in the same style that the other windows in the house will all eventually be. Many pains in neat little grids. A little nook carved out for Tae’s desk (new, from Ikea), quickly piled high with papers and books and Tae's computer. 

There are more than a few books that Tae brings home, the broken ones with cracked spines.  Repairs with love and care and scotch tape. the desk is as much for writing and reading as it is for repairing. 

You helped him pick out vintage wallpaper for the walls and he’s glad he went with the simpler of the 6 designs he was wavering between even if he knows it was expensive. it paid off, the delicate soft scalloped edge of the green silk is something that Tae could look at for hours and days.

You’d had him put a mood board together. One that you’d used to your full advantage to construct your surprise- He'd been more than a little caught off guard when he'd come home to find the three of you eagerly waiting, descending on him before he’d even had time to take off his little tweed blazer. pulling him further into the house, the sound of Jungkook and Jin cooking a happy clamor. Excited looks exchanged in anticipation of maybe tae being a little happier. 

He’d swiped his fingers across the shelves. Fingering the well-seasoned edge marveling at the care put into it, it's the perfect touch between modern and old, the sage pastel wallpaper contrasting beautifully with the wooden shelves and the dark green trim, it evokes feelings of forgotten forests hidden with treasures, while the couch- a simple pink velvet settee is soft and as lovely as a fairy's toadstool. (please forgive the fantasy impression, tae spent his break re-reading the hobbit for the 30th time that day)

"We ordered it before- when you were still planning on doing the door the other colors." Jimin had brushed his fingers over your shoulder, you'd stepped closer to Yoongi, but hadn't shrugged off his hands. "She picked it out" you'd struggled not to look hopeful. Peering up at Tae from the confines of Yoongi's arms.

it has a beautiful tufted back that fits perfectly into the shelves. A little spot already prepared for Tae to recline and read whenever he wants. a thick blanket and a few velvet throw pillows, It's so pretty. honestly- the shelves are great but but couch is her favorite part. 

Tae swallows the thick feeling in his chest and blinks up at the lights to keep from crying. The recessed lighting in the scaling soft light- a kind of lightbulb that won’t hurt Tae’s eyes. "She thought you might like it- the contrast." Tae does, Tae loves it. A mess of pink and green- beautiful beautiful pink.

It’s a gift, wrapped perfectly in love and the eager faces of Jimin, Yoongi, and you- waiting to see his reaction. “We hid the couch in the basement,” Yoongi supplies when Tae still doesn’t say anything. Rocking on his heels in the doorway, waiting for Tae’s approval with you hanging off his arms, looking sweet cheeked, and soft.

“We would have put the books on the shelves, but none of us wanted to mess with your system" (the system being that the books are organized by color and the dewy decimal system)

The more he rambles the more Jimin feels uneasy. Jimin hasn't looked this worried for Tae in years. Not since he first got into college and realized he had no way to afford it. 

Like he's worried the expectations of the world will crush the beautiful little bubble that Tae exists in. Hoping maybe futilely that this is enough- to fix whatever itch has been under his skin lately, whatever he’s been looking after in his mind, nursing wounds that Jimin can’t touch unless Tae lets him.

Sometimes you can love your best and it's still not enough.

They’ve loved each other for so long that they know each other’s boundaries. Tae would come to Jimin first if he thought Jimin could fix it. until then they'll be stuck like this, the smaller alpha holding onto the larger one, hands weak in a way that Jimin can only be with Tae. Jimin gets on his tippy toes to press their foreheads together. 

"I love it, Minnie- it's amazing, like something out of a castle."

Jimin doesn't smile- and maybe that's a testament to how serious this is; the happiness of his soulmate has always been paramount to tae. 

Something itches under the skin as he watches Tae, wander the room realizes that the smile doesn't touch his eyes. How many days and weeks has it been since Jimin saw Tae look like that? When did this start? What was the trigger?

The carefully created room is just a small show of love see- I can provide, see I can give you security, a place to rest your head and dream.  Tae knows where Jimin is coming from, they’re both alphas after all.

His instincts are screaming at him to comfort Tae, get him all stretched out on that couch, scent along his neck until that undercurrent of unhappy black pepper is gone, nothing more than a figment of Jimin's imagination. Maybe it is- maybe Taehyung is fine and he's just making something out of nothing.

“I’ve never been more in love with you than I am right now” Because Taehyung’s love is exponential. Builds up year after year like wildflowers in a field. Taehyung’s kiss tastes like a smile when he quite literally falls into Jimin’s arms. Hugging the other alpha so tenderly. 

Jimin loses his stiffness, laughing and happy. he helps tae carry in boxes and boxes of books so that Tae can shelve them before dinner. Giggles and chats and when they're halfway done, they shower, get all soft and warm under the spray of water. 

Tonight- there is none of that stiffness in this room. Where Tae can finally breathe. When she closes her eyes, she almost imagines that this is half a makeup room- half a library and half a place for her to be quiet and pretty and soft. 

Tae's hands are clumsy in their eagerness as she turns the little light in the corner, sets the small smooth square mirror on the settee and the cushion on the floor so that she can kneel in front of it.  As she sits on the settee and opens her box. 

There isn't a lock on the door, but Tae shouldn't have anything to worry about, it's nearing one am and- and-

She's simply too excited, throws caution to the wind and dives into the makeup with gusto, a little shiver running through her form as she swatches them carefully first, each along her arm, exulting in every pull of her finger across her inner arm. The soft bristles of the brush, the bralette set carefully to the side within view. 

She starts to apply it, careful and perfectionistic in every little swipe. The tinted moisturizer first, a little bit of powder (a lot of powder actually because the last time she had trouble blending out the blush. and so on.  

The lipstick is her favorite part- she can't resist putting it on first even if it's going to be hard to work around it. she puts her cheek against the edge of the settee and closes her eyes, looking into the mirror and sighing, wishing- not for the first time, that Tae was different.

not just born into a different body, different in other ways too. she wishes she didn't love being alone, how the emptiness of the room eases the ache in her chest but also hurts in its special way. She's finally able to breathe again, finally gloriously alone.

Or at least so she thought.

She has her back turned, doesn't see movement through the empty sections of the door, an eye suspended in that bit of mirror as she concentrates on applying eyeshadow. Tonight won’t be a night she attempts eyeliner (that seems a little advanced, the last time she’d tried it had ended all in her eye and it’d been a bitch to wash out)

She's so enraptured by what she's doing that she doesn't hear the tentative turn of the doorknob or the slide of your feet across the tile floor.  The squares of light from the kitchen lamp slide from over her face, disappearing and leaving her sitting in monochromatic shadow. The curtain falling on the last act of a play, revealing the grit and sawdust back stage.

“Tae? Is something wrong? I saw the light on and-”

Tae flinches so hard, scrambling to grab the box with a loud rattle heart dropping into his stomach, Teahyung shoves the box under the couch so quickly that it sends things flying. He doesn’t have his makeup wipes on hand didn’t think to set them aside carefully because everyone had seemed so deeply asleep. But he hadn't stopped to listen at your door and make sure you were asleep too and now- now-

Now you’re standing at the door, eyes widening in surprise as Tae’s unhappy scent spikes filling the room with its cacophony of black pepper. He smells sharp with despair, harsh against your nose, The opposite of his usual cinnamon and clove. 

He’d smelt so good just a moment before his cinnamon echoing with a hidden sweetness that you've never smelled from him before. and oh- somethings wrong- somethings very wrong because you haven't ever smelled Tae that sad.

Your first instinct is to cringe back from the unhappy alpha and Tae's shoulders fall, curling like he needs to protect himself. All but falling forward to hide against the couch. “Tae- what’s wrong- what’s- “

Tae cries so quietly, his sobs silent as he shakes and shakes and breaks apart. Frantically scratching to put everything back in the box, the highlighter, the pretty eyeshadow, the lipstick, the bralette that gets crumpled in Tae’s too big hands.  

"Get out!”

Tae knows the sound of the lipstick in its pretty little golden container rolling across the floor to rest at your feet; better than he knows the sound of his beating heart. Tae watches you look from him to the lipstick, watches your eyes fix on the red smudges on his fingers. His heart Dropping through his stomach- through the floor.

“Don’t! - don’t look” Tae is curled around his box, furiously scrubbing at his mouth- trying to get the lipstick off- off- because no one can know. The red smudges across the back of his hand, a brand. Taehyung's world is crashing down around him, glitter and lipstick in all.

“Please! I don’t want you to see me.”

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content warnings: unhealthy behaviour (mutual obsessiveness), established relationship, affection starvation (touch starvation), romantic stuff (kissing, holding hands, sleep together, etc.), mild abandonment issues, from friends to friends but queer

mention of heavy petting / dry humping / thigh riding, mention of clothed sex

writing style: random headcanons (4 sfw + 1 nsfw), ±2000 words

darlings: yuuta okkotsu x reader; dom!reader, gender-neutral!reader, arospec!yuuta okkotsu & arospec!reader (low-key aromantic allosexual) implied

note: people who are just romantic partners wouldn’t do that, they are clearly something more. ©

❀ Yuuta sleeps soundlessly and moves little, at first preferring to huddle in the corner of the bed (if possible) and curl up or lie on his side to take up as little space as possible, which makes almost the entire bed begin to belong to you — but, contrary to his unfair distribution of territory for the sake of "personal space", Yuuta is happy if he is allowed snuggle up to you or wrap legs and arms around your body, looking for a warm place to warm up. In the end, Yuuta freezes easily, — his fingers are constantly cold and cool down very quickly even if he just took them out of a warm place, — and even in the sultry scorching summer there is a blanket in the bed that he uses to cover legs, and because of the absence of which he can easily wake up just to pick up or go down to you if you have slipped along with it and refuse to give back.

Probably, if you have a habit of sleeping on the floor and taking everything you want, Yuuta quickly becomes your companion simply because he instinctively searches for your presence and his things, wakes up only to follow instincts without even the slightest hint of consciousness — he is a simple guy, in fact.

Everything becomes more affectionate only when Yuuta begins to get used not only to you, who make up his sleepy company, but also to your search for his shy-hidden body to hug or cuddle, sometimes unintentionally blocking his path if he suddenly wakes up before you and realizes that has nowhere to run from your grasp if he does not want to wake you up. This makes him look for you on his own to choose a more comfortable position initially, which is why he gets more used to initiating physical contact and touching you, although at first it's awkward, especially when icy fingers slide over and make you involuntarily shudder even despite the fabric — not something you can get used to, but wrapping him in a blanket to keep him warm is a little more fun than you think.

In the end, you both find that cuddling with each other is a more comfortable way to sleep than trying to divide the territory, and Yuuta very quickly begins to adore this way of falling asleep, almost instantly wrapping around you as soon as you find yourself on the bed, and grumbling with displeasure if you refuse to take a more comfortable position and are busy with something when it's "bedtime", attracting your attention with inarticulate babbling and constant touching until you stop ignoring him — and look into those puppy eyes, full of plaintive meek discontent, silently reproaching you for not paying attention and not caring about what is happening. Of course, if it's something important, he usually falls asleep just by snuggling up to your leg, but if it's non-compliance with the sleep pattern? He is on his way to make your heart thaw and shame without saying a word — and although at first it happens by accident, you quickly understand the pattern.

(but do you really want to break his heart? really? you really want to see even more pitying eyes? yes, this is a winless game, but you can lose with dignity.)

But you still let him kiss your face before going to bed and kisses him back, snuggling for a couple of seconds, from which he holds breath, clutching the sheet. His pulse is going crazy under your fingers, but that's okay.

This is your Yuuta, after all.

❀ At first, he wakes up even from the creaking of the bed when you move away, being constantly on the alert to wake up at the same time with you, which is why, along with episodes of insomnia, he often did not get enough sleep; but sleeping with you was much better than alone, especially when it was restless outside or when a feeling of loneliness and abandonment pricked him. Yuuta is not used to the fact that someone is sleeping next to him, — someone who is able to breathe and dream just like him, someone who is not dissolving in the haze of the morning sun, — what might make him look a little more 'creepy" in your eyes because of his actions such as pressing his ear to your chest, your heartbeat relaxed him, or looking at your face for a long time, as if Yuuta wanted to perpetuate your features with his eyes, but imperceptibly, even for himself, fell asleep, glancing at you.

In comparison, having a few small plush toys is not so attention-grabbing, — it's anti-stress toys, okay, — but if you gave him some kind of toy? Yuuta now always carries them with him, especially if this toy is somewhat similar to you. Now there are three... 'persons' in this bed, and any attempt to remove this toy will cause him to instantly interrupt sleep and search for his lost favorite thing if you are not ready to replace them.

This is his favorite plush, do you really not like them that much? Maybe they're not the cutest, and he may be a little too old to be so attached to them, but he loves them — they remind him of you, especially when you're not around, so is it his fault that they're always around?

They are just so soft and cute; he wants to keep them in his hands and in his pocket all the time... maybe behind the collar if he doesn't need to put too much effort into his 'business'... he even eats next to them when he's away from you, so...

❀ When Yuuta first appears on your lap, you cannot help but be the object of a slight tease; implicit, but you see this expression and shine with hints of something more, which, though, quickly disappear — although Yuuta does not get up until the very end, clinging to your clothes and blushing, but ignoring. After all, if not on your lap, then he will be sitting on the floor, or you will have to sit on the floor — and neither is something suitable, so being on you is something more pleasant than getting cold or feeling guilty.

Yuuta tries once again not to fidget (unsuccessfully) and anxiously asks if he is too heavy, but in the end no longer pays attention to it, getting used to the feeling of your hands and breath on his skin, as if to something natural. As long as you're okay, so is he, right? You are the one who is forced to hold him, not he you, so he should trust you and your words.

... The experience of a couple of times quickly becomes a habit that no one reacts to; when he finds himself on your lap again, although he can sit somewhere else — but doesn't even think for a couple of seconds that there are other places, allowing your hands to wrap around him to sit comfortably. Yuuta is even lighter than he looks and practically does not move, giving himself away only when he unconsciously strokes you, sliding his fingers over your shoulder, chest or arm in an obsessive habit during frightening moments, and not flinching when your fingers squeeze his leg or his thigh, not reacting to any of your actions with him. It's just something... natural — that you can touch him by drawing lines from his side to his hip, or rubbing his leg, or burrowing into his neck and hair, and that he can touch you, intertwining your fingers with his or hiding his face in your shoulder.

Yuuta is not someone who likes other people's looks, so he tries to take your hand when no one is looking, slowly snuggle up to your shoulder, timidly intertwine your fingers with his, send soft smiles from afar and carefully sneak up to you without attracting attention — and just as often unconsciously takes your hand, constantly follows, buries his face in you, presses his forehead to yours like a affectionate cat, becomes more gently-smiling when you are around and can talk about you for hours when he is in a relaxed atmosphere.

But whenever someone assumes that he is in love, Yuuta vaguely shrugs his shoulders. Is he in 'love'? This word doesn't seem so appropriate to describe how he feels about you; this is something deeper and stronger than "being in love" — rather "being in adoration", but even stronger and deeper... and in a different way. Like friendship — but not exactly friendship. Or is this love?

... It doesn't matter anyway. He's not sure if anything in this world can describe his feelings. It doesn't matter.

As long as you are, it doesn't matter.

❀ He steals kisses when no one is looking: right after the task, finding a secluded place behind some wall; hiding in a dark corner while classmates are practicing; sneaking through dark corridors to get to you; during a random intersection while you are doing morning routines; a cursory contact during training — no one will look in, but his heart can't stop pounding furiously when, instead of rising, you bend lower, catching his broken breath, gently touching pulse on his neck, circling slightly over his face just to bite into his lips for a moment, making him moan with pleasure and then from a brief disappointment when you break the kiss.

Yuuta blushes first on his cheeks, then on his nose, then his ears and neck begin to burn — as if scorched by fire, instantly covering his entire face from any occasion, especially when there is a risk that others will notice you; even when he stops blushing from ordinary kisses, pulling you towards him to get more, the chance that others will see you together still turns out to be something like his frighteningly exciting concern.

Not exactly the kind of event you'd want to get, is it? But for some reason, his fingers still tremble whenever he feels the presence of other people, and definitely not only because of nervous anxiety — and this happens whenever you unequivocally behave next to him, knowing that you can be caught, but letting him feel almost caught; when he can't neither pull away nor stop listening to how close they have come, and his heart practically jumps out of chest, furiously responding, it seems, even in your chest.

It is usually not necessary to explain his wet ruddy face and trembling, if you don't play too much, — Yuuta quickly puts himself in order and straightens clothes, although his broken breathing is not restored as quickly as he would like.

... Not that he cares what others will think when looking at the two of you — after all, there is definitely "nothing like that" between you and him.

(If he could, he would just curl up in your lap for the rest of his life.)

❀ Yuuta behaves gently, nervously cautiously — running his fingers along your sides, grabbing the fabric, not letting you push him and win over him up, whispering something mixed with laughter to you when he sits on your legs, not letting you grab him; perhaps fooling around before going to bed was not the best idea, especially when his wet cool skin touches yours, leaving cold traces, but you almost do not resist even when he bends down to your face, smelling a mixture of peaches and vanilla, trying to tell you something through restrained laughter so as not to wake others — the walls are not cardboard, but you are sure that if scream louder you will wake up the neighbors.

You need something more than to push him off your hips and clamp him down; Yuuta twitches for a moment, trying to intercept your hands, passionate about the fight — but immediately stops, remembering the noise, and you use this, deftly clamping him, forcing to lie down under you, squeezing his hands and using your leg to press him.

The hallway is as quiet as before, you don't even hear the creaking of the bed — maybe because you are too focused on the noise of his breathing, interrupted when you move your leg slightly, rubbing, pressing a little harder for a moment to hear a stifled moan through lips. His hands relax into an unwillingness to fight anymore, but you still won't let go, causing his tense body to tremble from touch, flinching from each movement of your leg, like you're doing it for the first time — he can't get used to touching even if it's the hundred and first time, still whining with restraint when you jerk too sharply or too slowly; throwing his hip on yours to have at least an imaginary way to make you move faster.

You let go of his hands just to give him the opportunity to be quiet when you grip hips tighter, changing the pose to a more comfortable one for both; when his arms hug you while face rests against your shoulder, trying to be as quiet as possible, you can only continue to move, casually touching his hot, from overexcitation, skin, leaving wet spots on clothes.

A quiet “please, please, please” sounds like a prayer in a hot, stuffy room — even when you cling to him in search of cold; the kiss comes out wetter and rougher than usual, but Yuuta only soothingly rubs your back, stroking your hair, not even understanding why he does it, pointlessly looking for your touch and warmth.

His lips are thin, soft, and you don't know if it's his chapstick or shampoo, but for some reason kissing him is much more pleasant than you imagined even the first time,

and over time this feeling does not disappear.

[reveluving]

rick noticing the tf boys looking at you for a little too long, then walking up behind you and nuzzling into your neck with those arms wrapped around you… giving benny a sharp glare that lets him know you’re taken… yeahhhhh i could be into this 😳

oh and you KNOW benny and rick are the types to posture and puff their chests out

NAUUUUR THE IMAGE THAT FLASHED BEFORE MY EYES AT THAT LAST LINE-

babe, I love the way you think ✋🏼😭 just two hunks acting like birds intimidating each other for your hand even though you're already Mrs Flag LMAO

and hoooly shit yes — let's call it

staring into beauty ; rick flag x reader (ft benny miller)

» warnings: humour, implied smut (minors DNI!)

(I'm doing this 'cuz I'm lazy to write formally):

» Now, this could happen at any point, pre or post-meeting 'cause either way, jealous!Rick remains.

» "Who started it?" you might ask.

» Ben 'Benny' Miller, obviously.

» I imagine that you're just tending the garden, all soft, graceful and a lot different than when you were in your Delta Force days, so it made sense that such a sight would result in the TF boys staring at you on more than one occasion.

» Just like the rest of the boys, you've known Benny longer than Rick, and if he's the same as he was all those years ago, then you'll know that he's the type to always pick a fight. Always.

» Santi, too, I reckon, but as soon as Rick approaches him with a "You need somethin'?", he'll just brush him off, chuckling and all chill, with a "Just checkin' up on a ol' friend, is all,"

» He's not scared, he just finds it funny. But he won't deny that you're quite the eye-catcher. Not that you haven't been before but this was a different side of you, y'know?

» Frankie and Will are the ones who'd rather appreciate you from afar. The duo who'd prefer less confrontation, though, when Rick's not around, they'll make it a habit to drop you a compliment or three.

» Rick has caught them more than once though.

» But, Benny? Oh Benny.

» He has zero shame; making sure Rick sees what he's doing just to get him riled up so you'd think that Rick's just being senseless and Benny as the 'mature' one.

» And hell, you're a beautiful woman, patient too! You've always been with him, more than his own brother.

» But, being a menace is in his blood (lol wbk).

» You didn't even notice Benny watching from his porch, too busy picking out which flowers would look best in the front yard.

» Benny's lip biting had Rick, who watched from the kitchen window, clenching his fists in disapproval. The audacity of this man eye-fucking his beloved. He didn't even waste time in leaving the house, making a beeline for you but acted like he didn't acknowledge Benny in the first place.

» "Darlin'?" You perked up at the voice. You remained on your knees but looked up at him with a smile, to which he mirrored with his own, "You figured out what you want for lunch later?"

» "Hmm, I was thinking of that diner we passed by yesterday," You watched as he kneeled behind you, "What do you think?"

» "I don't mind," He whispered against your ear, tickling your neck with his breath, "'Cause either way, I'd be hungry for somethin' else,"

» "Oh? What's that?" As soon as you asked, you're pulled into his chest.

» "You," Nuzzles turns into kisses and occasional nipping on the neck, prompting you to rub your thighs together in anticipation. You're sure he knows you're turned on by his sudden behaviour — you're not sure why but you're not complaining.

» His big arms wrapped around you, where he's just whispering the sweetest (or naughtiest) things while full-on glaring at Benny, who's now gritting his teeth.

» Well, he'll glare at any of them, really!

» It's likely that the things he whispered includes the 'naughty-naughty' stuff in bed, and he's a man of his word, after all ♡

» But of course, Benny wouldn't stop there. Glares and childish acts (a.k.a him and Rick puffing their chests out to see who's tougher) becomes a norm at this point. Anything to get your attention.

» 'Cause who knows?

» He might have a chance.

» m.list (series under 'Rick Flag vs the triple frontier boys')

» gorgeous rose divider by the amazing @firefly-graphics

» thanks to @perseone @aria725 @all-the-things-i-done @torchbearerkyle too for the lil' 'push' ♡

okay but;

'Benny and Rick are the type to puff their chests out,'

is2g that line made my entire DAY — thank you for the ask babe! I think it's a lot easier writing this way rather than a full on ver. 'cause I be delayin' :P

prob make a 'meet-up/reunion' or anything filthy next, idfk y'all can tell me in the askbox!

» let's unofficially call this 'Rick Flag vs the men of Triple Frontier' or whatever~

[potatoes-is-are-food]

Can I request some poly! Shigadabihawks x reader if you don’t mind. You have amazing writing and you have written some amazing poly! I don’t care if it’s sfw and/or nsfw, it’s totally up to you. I honestly kinda wanted to see how hawks and Shigaraki got along in a poly relationship and how they interacted with each other because I can imagine how Dabi and hawks get along or dabi and shigaraki but hawks and Shigaraki would have a odd relationship, y’know. Sorry if this is odd and you don’t know what I’m talking about and I just want you to know that I absolutely love your work. You’re the first person I check everyday when I get on tumblr. 😘

Awwwww!!! You are so sweet, thank you so much!!! Yeah this makes a lot of sense, for the demon au especially I’ve been trying to work on showing off the dynamic between Hawks and Shig. I hope headcanons are okay!

| SFW

- Before you enter the mix, Dabi is really the only holding them together. He started off dating Tomura (who still insists he barely even likes him, usually after they finish making out) and then later Kei joined in. You’re still not sure how it all came to be since you get a different answer depending on who you ask and what mood they’re in.

- Tomura is only a bit tsundere with Dabi and Kei, never you. With you he’s more openly clingy and would never deny how he feels. He wouldn’t say it, but he appreciates you being around whenever Dabi and Keigo make him feel like a third wheel. Keigo has some similar experiences, but he’s just genuinely not bothered whenever Dabi wants to go have some solo time with Tomura. Or you, for that matter. Just isn’t the jealous type.

- They like using you to fuck with each other. If you’re hanging out with Dabi there’s a good chance Keigo will come along and just flat out steal you. Just pick you up and walk off. Because he can. Dabi is fond of teasing Tomura about how much he likes you, despite clearly also liking you. Tomura’s go-to is usually also to steal you, however he likes to get you to come willingly so you’ll blow off whoever you were with to start.

- Keigo and Tomura get along best when teaming up to irritate Dabi. Whether it’s playing keep away with you, hiding his stuff, distracting him when he’s trying to brood and do Dabi stuff, they really enjoy the power of their combined effects on him.

- The three of them teaming up to irritate you is what really gets them cooperating. They’re all gremlins, they steal your clothes to force you into skirts with no panties, they move your stuff around so you have to ask them for help, and that’s without getting into how often they fight over you, although that’s not so much to annoy you.

- Dabi developed a little habit of calling you, Tomura, and Kei his sluts and now he does it no matter who’s around and it’s really embarrassing but he absolutely does not care.

- While most of the time it’s Dabi and you holding Tomura and Keigo together, it’s not uncommon to find just the two of them off by themselves bonding over a common interest or even occasionally making out.

- They each have their own rooms, but you don’t. You bounce between theirs and your stuff is always scattered around. Yes, it’s annoying. No, they won’t let you have your own room. The four of you typically end up sharing one bed anyway, although the room itself changes.

- They’re not shy about the relationship, so it’s fairly often you get teased (albeit lovingly) about having three boyfriends. Toga really likes trying to force you to pick a favorite.

- Everyone thinks it’s creepy. Everyone. But Kei started calling you their “little girl” and just never stopped.

- They don’t really do PDA between themselves aside from the odd hand holding or rare peck on the cheek, but when it comes to you all bets are off. You’re constantly perched in someone’s lap or holding a hand or having your clothes fixed by someone else. To everyone else it mostly looks like they toss you around.

- Sometimes they’ll take you on dates, switching between doing them one on one or with the whole group. It’s hard to get Tomura to go out, though, since he prefers stay at home dates. When he’s not feeling it you’ll usually end up in a blanket fort eating takeout all together.

- One time. one. time. some stranger muttered “slut” under his breath when he saw you walking along in public with them. Dabi charred his ass so fast the other two were pissed at him for not being able to get a hit in.

- Despite all of them being gremlins, they really love you and will 10/10 go out of their way to make sure you know that. Literally anything upsets you and the immediate response is “Tell me why you’re not happy and I will kill it.”

- Most of their more genuine affections are shown in little things they do. Keigo likes to get you guys things, especially snacks he knows you like since he can go in public freely. Dabi is constantly fixing your clothes and hair and making sure everyone’s comfortable. Tomura always touches you softly (outside of the bedroom), always brushing his fingers along your cheeks or resting his head on your shoulder, etc. He’s also the most likely to casually touch the others in public.

- When it’s cold everyone piles up on Dabi and he pretends he hates it, but you always catch him smiling when he thinks no one’s looking.

- Kei loves using his feathers to tease everyone, slipping them under clothes before you can stop them or making them flit around your face. It’s annoying but his laugh is so cute you can’t even be mad at him.

- Tomura’s face always lights up before he can stop it when one of you comes to play videogames with him. He’s really bad at hiding how excited and happy it makes him.

- Since you’re the only girl and they’re kind of sexist, they treat you a lot softer than they treat each other. Doesn’t matter how strong you are, they’ll always think you’re weaker and they need to protect you. It might not seem like it when they’re teasing the hell out of you or tying you up or spanking you, but they go way easier on you than they would on each other in the same situation.

- Literally any sign from you that you’re seriously upset or overwhelmed? Done. No more. Only soft affection and very mild teasing for the week.

| NSFW

- The first time Kei joined in while Dabi and Tomura were fucking, he didn’t even participate. He just watched like a fucking creep. Still does that occasionally.

- They all have relatively high drives and absolutely no shame between each other, so it’s pretty often you’re just casually getting fucked in one of their rooms while another sits on the couch beside you and watches TV. May or may not comment on it.

- Sometimes they’ll make bets about you. See who can get you to cum the fastest one week or try testing how long it takes for you to come to them when they don’t initiate it and which one you pick. How much cum they can stuff you with and plug up before it starts leaking out. And so on.

- It’s very different if it’s just one of them, or if it’s two and which two, etc.

- Dabi likes to manhandle you. He takes his time, makes you wait and beg and then just completely destroys you for hours on end. After, he sits back with a cigarette and lets you cling to him while he strokes you and tells you you did a good job. It pleases him when you’re so fucked out you can’t form full sentences, and he’ll tease you for it for days.

- Keigo is similar in that he likes to tease, but he’s also sadistic. He’ll make you cum on his tongue and fingers until you’re begging him to stop and then he’ll force at least two more orgasms out of you on his dick. Afterwards he watches you twitch and leak his spunk for a minute before giving you god-tier aftercare. Runs a bath, gets you some water, etc. Once you’re clean he encourages you to take a nap, but it’s usually an excuse for him to take a nap because he’s also worn out but trying to hide it.

- Tomura gets too excited to tease for very long, but that’s only directly before the sex. He’ll have his hand shoved in your panties just toying with you for hours while he absently scrolls on his phone. Sometimes he’ll have you get yourself ready where he can see, only to completely ignore you until you let him know he can start. Once he’s going, though, he’s done with all that. He’s drooling, panting, flushed, pounding you into next week. He alternates between kissing you and spitting in your mouth because he’s too wound up to just pick a mood most of the time.

- That’s not to say you don’t have lots of times where it’s intimate and loving, but that’s not really the usual.

- The Dabi/Tomura combination is the more nasty of the three. Kei isn’t opposed to doing stuff to make you squirm when he’s in the mood but Dabi and Tomura l i v e for that shit. They’re almost nightmarish together, 100% okay with piss, impact play, period stuff, all things anal, etc. Of course you’re their girlfriend and they love you so they’re not about to do something that has you screaming or crying for real, but if you’re at least mostly okay with it and they’re confident it’s not breaking you, they’ll do pretty much anything. Anything to get you teary-eyed, begging them to stop, etc. as long as you’re not saying the safeword. For aftercare they’re very gentle and soft as they clean you up and put you to bed. Doesn’t matter what time of day it happened, they’re putting you in bed and snuggling you until you get at least an hour of sleep. When you wake up they’ll get you something to eat and make sure they didn’t hurt you beyond the usual cuts, bruises, and assorted mild scorching.

- Dabi and Kei usually go for more of a good cop/bad cop sort of arrangement. Doesn’t seem so bad until you figure out they switch the roles without any indication of having done that. It’s like they have a sixth sense for it or something. You’ll be crying and clinging to Keigo since he’s been nice so far only for him to bend you over his knee and spank you raw for it; meanwhile Dabi has gone from smacking you around and spewing filth to cooing and stroking your face. Their aftercare is mostly praise, they’ll tell you you did well and make sure you’re okay mentally since some of the stuff they say can get pretty intense. They’ll get you cleaned up and make sure you eat and drink water, and they’ll cuddle as long as you want and won’t go anywhere even if you fall asleep.

- Tomura and Keigo are the most interesting mix. It’s not often that it happens, but when it does they work surprisingly well together. Their different types of degeneracy and patience seem to blur together into a lethal combination that’ll have you getting whiplash from how they toss you back and forth. They’re not usually both participating at the same time; someone has to hold the camera, after all. Aftercare usually consists of a shower, snacks, and either you napping on their laps while they game together or joining in if they didn’t rock your shit too hard. On days when they’ve done this, you’ll notice the two of them interacting more and occasionally taking some time to be alone together…

- When it’s all of them you’re fucking in for it. Depending on the mood it can vary wildly, but for the most part it’s just a complete mass of writhing limbs and moans. You’re tired ten minutes in, more of the focus is on you than anything, you’re forced to cum over and over again, they each cum in or on you at least twice, and when it’s all said and done you’re covered in sweat, cum, possibly blood, and three sweaty, spent bodies. Usually after they have to peel your limp, half-conscious body off the bed and carry you to the bath. They’ll take great care of you, not that you’ll really remember it in your sorry state, and when you wake up the next day they’re more doting than usual. They’ll tease a little about how you’re sore and still just a little out of it, but that doesn’t mean they’re not checking on you and being extra attentive.

- The times when it’s all of you together but in a more romantic way, it’s like being surrounded by pure love. Everyone’s kissing, you’re all tangled together, it’s just really soft and intimate. Doesn’t last as long, but it’s insanely sweet and gooey. When finished, there’s lots of soft caring/cleaning up/cuddling for a while but it doesn’t have the same insane recovery time as usual. After everyone’s taken care of, the guys like to try pretending everything is normal, but it’s obvious they’re more clingy than usual. Definitely all sleeping together in a pile on nights like that.

- Sometimes one will join in just for aftercare. Kei enjoys seeing you a fucked-out little mess, so he’s always happy to help if it means he can see you destroyed for a minute first. Dabi likes the feeling of being needed and being able to care for someone, so he’ll help, especially cleaning you up and getting you dressed. Tomura loves the way you cling after, and likes to cuddle and nap, so he’ll come in late to the aftercare just for that.

[ddarker-dreams]

Contractual Obligations II. Yan Childe x Reader

Warnings: Unwanted physical contact, general yandere themes. Word count: 2.2k. →Part I. 

The sound of heavy, wooden doors shutting behind you feels like a premonition of what is to come. 

Fiddling with your skirt, your eyes dart around, taking in Liyue’s signature rich architecture. Fatui building or not, they still must abide by Liyue’s aesthetic. You thought being surrounded by your home’s design would bring solace. Warm shades of mahogany with gold motifs are illuminated by paper lanterns, giving a glow that would be otherwise pleasant, if not for the circumstances. 

You had anticipated a long wait. Ekaterina, upon hearing your name, informed that you would be seen without delay. The others in the lobby of Northland Bank grumbled at this, much to your embarrassment. It’s no secret that getting appointments here is a time-consuming endeavor. Sailors, business owners, and Qixing’s personal assistants alike had to wait. 

For whatever reason, you were allowed to skip ahead of the queue. The glaring special treatment is bound to spread rumors. Now, here you stand, unable to quell your nerves. This is no different than strolling into a ravenous lion’s den. The vulnerability you feel now makes you wish you were facing a carnivorous beast, at least then you might have hope to defend yourself. 

Even with the unexpected privilege of not waiting in the lobby, you’ve been standing here in this private room for a while now. Thirty minutes is your guess, impatience creeping up on you. Your shoulders slump, a sigh leaving your lips. There’s lots of work to be done when you’re done here, time a precious resource. Wasting it to get answers from the blight on your life is infuriating. 

Figures, the one time you need to speak with Childe, he’s nowhere to be seen. Every other time he’d show up at the least opportune moments. He has a habit of appearing uninvited and ruining what would’ve been a pleasant day. Lost in thought, you consider all that must be done when you return to your parent’s shop, too occupied with your thoughts to notice a looming figure. Two hands go out to cover your eyes, the world suddenly going dark. Heart pounding against your chest, the touch is too unexpected, heat rising in your body as protection.

“Guess who?” Childe hums into your ear with a singsong tone. His scent reminds you of the ocean, fresh and light. 

You frown, noticing how close he is to you, his chest pressed against your back. Does Childe not know what personal space is? “The source of my problems.” 

He lets out a scandalized gasp and slinks in front of you. Childe boasts a lighthearted demeanor, mirth dancing in his eyes, and a tight-lipped smile on his face. Inauthentic as ever, you note. You’ve seen what lays dormant behind the thin veil of boyish charm. The infinite darkness that you never wish to see again. He’s still closer to your person than you’d prefer, but pointing it out won’t do any good, so you decide to overlook it. Picking your battles wisely is vital when speaking with Childe.

“Is that the greeting I get, after rushing all the way here?” Childe sighs. Before you could respond, you notice a new scent in the air, unmistakably leather. It takes you a moment to identify the source. A thin, wispy trail of smoke rises from Childe’s leather gloves that had been touching you just prior. Does that not hurt? Childe catches you staring and laughs. 

“So you didn’t notice,” Childe sounds amused, lifting his hands to inspect them. Raising his hands to his mouth, he bites the tip of his gloves and pulls them off. “Looks like I caught you.” 

He nods to your necklace which is tucked beneath your blouse, scarlet light shining through the fabric. Instinctually, you cover it with your hand, the jewel warm to the touch. Childe’s abrupt physical touch had activated your Vision. It’s only when you take a few deep breaths that the telling glow fades away, but the damage is already done. Did he plan this on purpose? Whatever the case may be, Childe is the last person you want having this information.

Sensing your apprehension, he speaks up. “Relax, I already assumed as much, but my interest is undeniably piqued. Why hide your Vision? This isn’t Inazuma, I was under the impression Visions were revered in Liyue.” 

You don’t owe Childe an explanation, but your intuition tells you he’s not going to let this go anytime soon. This isn’t what you came here for, you remind yourself. Don’t let him distract you.

“It’s a long story,” comes your dismissive answer, glancing around to see if anyone else had seen, even though it’s only you two in here. “Can I talk about what I came here for, please?” 

Childe closes his eyes, humming while considering your proposition. Instead of walking behind the desk in the room, he sits on a bench against the wall, motioning for you to come over. At your blatant hesitation, he decides to pester you, which doesn’t come as a shock. 

“What’s up with that look? There’s plenty of room,” Childe pats the spot next to him for extra emphasis. A dangerous twinkle shines in his eyes with a mischievous smile to match it. “Though, I wouldn’t complain should you come to sit on my lap instead.” 

Your cheeks flush brightly, a weak glare being sent his way which he laughs at. “I would never…” 

“Sure, sure. Come over already, it’s the least you could do, considering you just scorched a pair of my favorite gloves.” Childe’s carefree tone doesn’t match his scolding words, stretching out his arm on the back of where you were supposed to sit. Gingerly stepping over the smoking gloves on the floor, you wonder if it’s somehow a fire hazard, but assume Childe’s Hydro Vision could put it out if need be. You stop just short of sitting down, gnawing on your bottom lip at this new internal dilemma. Glaring daggers at his outstretched arm doesn’t seem to faze him. 

“The offer still stands.” He teases, leading you to huff and take your seat by him. You try to ignore the close physical proximity, but it’s rather difficult, as your thighs are touching. Is this a common theme for Snezhnayans? Why is Childe so needlessly touchy? Maybe you don’t want to know. Childe drums his fingers, staring at you with dangerous intent. 

You’ve wasted enough time here. Hoping to move on to the pressing issue, your lips part without further delay. “So, as I was--”

Childe places a finger to your lips, in an act that leaves you speechless. What is his problem? Furrowing your eyebrows together, you have half a mind to scorch the finger in front of you, but dismiss the thought when remembering his strength. Damn him for getting you riled up with such ease. 

“Uh uh uh,” Childe chastises with a shake of his head. “Not yet. Business can come later. First, you’re going to tell me about that.” 

You don’t need to look down to see he’s pointing at your hidden necklace. “It’s... personal. I have no reason to tell you.” 

“Oh, sweet [First]. I wasn’t asking. You did just burn my gloves, didn’t you? Instead of charging you Mora, which -- no offense -- you don’t have enough of to replace it, I want an explanation. I think that’s a fair deal.” 

So he is going to hold that mishap over you. Messing around with a debt collector and money seems counterintuitive, giving a quick explanation the plausible option. Whatever it takes to get him to drop the sensitive topic. Childe must have a semblance of tact to have made it this far in life after all. 

“Fine, fine. It’s not really that remarkable a reason. I have a younger sister, Chunghua. We used to be inseparable as kids. More than anything, I just wanted her to be happy. You’d do anything to accomplish that, y’know? It was… all my fault, really. She wanted a Vision like mine more than anything -- hair accessories, Mora, pretty outfits -- she never cared for that. 

I had no idea why I was given a Vision and not her. She was the one who prayed to every Archon at night for it, the one who burnt incense and gave offerings, not me. I could see her gradually losing hope every day that she woke up without one, like a piece of her was breaking off. At meals, she’d just… stare, silently, at the Vision around my neck. I don’t blame her for starting to hate me. I didn’t notice until it was too late.”

Taking a deep breath, your eyes fall to your lap. “I only wanted to cheer her up. To see her smile like she used to. When I first got my Vision, Chunghua would ask me to do these little tricks. Forming animals or whatever, stuff kids like. Anyways… I tried doing it again one morning. Needless to say, it didn’t go well, she practically screeched at me. I had no idea that was how she felt. But, yeah. That’s why I hide my Vision. See, not that interesting, right?” 

Childe’s expression feels impossible to read. You’re not sure why you even shared so much, especially with him, but his lack of interruption made you keep going. Maybe you weren’t expecting him to sit perfectly still and listen to every word. Whatever the case, you clear your throat, desperate to clear the gloomy atmosphere. 

“She would’ve reacted the same eventually,” Childe says after a moment of deliberation. You tilt your head, the serious answer was unexpected. “That’s what I think, though only older siblings could understand.”

There’s a brief tenderness in his words that leaves you speechless. If he’s acting, you have to commend his abilities, because right now it almost feels like he’s being genuine. Playing with a strand of your hair, you look past him and clear your throat.

“Yes, well, I suppose you’re right.” 

Childe’s somber appearance twists into a more impish visage. “Why don’t I give Chunghua a talking to? It’s a shame seeing your cute face so sullen.” 

Mortified, you shake your head. “There’s no need for that.” 

“Hmm… a shame. I could really take care of everything if you just let me.” 

“Somehow I doubt that,” you shrug with a frown. “What you could help me with is this ridiculous situation at the shop! Why are there Fatui guards outside the front doors? It’s scaring away customers.” 

“Oh, that’s what this is about?” 

Unbelievable. Childe continues to test your patience at every turn. After your previous conversation outside Liyue, which you’re still hoping was a bad joke, you’d noticed an increased presence of Fatui around the shopping district. That was bad enough for business. Now that they’re stationed right outside your parent’s shop, it’s far worse. Rumors have begun to circulate that you’re somehow involved with the Fatui. This has Childe’s doing written all over it.

“Why else would I be here?” 

He smiles and you immediately regret the rhetorical question. “Because you missed me, of course.” 

“I missed when there weren’t Fatui around the shop. Please, I don’t know what you did, but it’s going to be harder to get money for...” you gulp as if saying it cements the reality of your situation, but power through. “Paying off the loan with this drop in revenue.”

“Tempting as that is, I’m already happy with the results. I got you to come to me and learned more about you. From my position, this is a sizeable gain.” 

Everything from your head to your toes feels hot as if molten lava is stirring inside. He’s not taking you seriously, like the time at the stream and all the times before that. Memories flash in your mind. Your father hunched over letters containing bills, frowning, hair going greyer by the day. Your mother, sneaking out when she thinks you and your sister are asleep to pawn off her old jewelry. Even Chunghua, who offered to take time away from her education to help at the shop. It hits you like a pile of bricks, heart twisting painfully and tears threatening to spill from your eyes. 

“What do I have to do,” Your voice is so low that Childe has to careen his head to hear it. He blinks, incredulous, waiting for further clarification. Each breath you take feels like a losing battle, your composure threatening to shatter. “For you to stop… whatever this is. I’ll do anything. Give anything. Please, just leave my family out of it.” 

Childe crosses his legs and leans in closer to you, arm secured tight around your shoulder.

“Didn’t I tell you already?” 

His breath is warm against you, lips ghosting over the skin of your neck. He presses his lips softly against your pulse. Smiling, he notices how it quickens underneath his touch, all too pleased with your physical reactions. 

“That what I want to take is you.” 

[murasakispace]

Adam/Shindo Ainosuke X Male Reader

Author's note : Adam needs a bit of love, don't you think? A little love that doesn't imply to hurt Tadashi. It doesn't prevent that it is certainly crap. English is not my main language and it must be awful.

Warnings : NSFW, spanking, degradation and all the BDSM pack.

You were a newcomer, a rookie here. In S. You had the time to watch the local legends fall from their safe sky on the large screens. The most incredible was the race against Langa. Well... You were still wondering if his name was really Langa. Maybe you misunderstood, hidden in your shadows. First Joe, then Cherry and finally Adam. You had to admit their style was eclectic. Even them had to learn again. They were believing themselves as gods because they were the founders of a clandestin course. It made you shrug a little while you were observing them.

People were people. Here, in S, freedom was at its most powerful. A place were no one could say, order to someone something he doesn't want to do. Everything was ruled by skateboard and the people's talent. You were quite happy of that. Because of an accident years ago in mountains with your motorbike while you were heading to the summit so as to practice snowboard. You had the ambition to reach the Winter Olympic Games in half-pipe. You fell from a cliff and you miraculously landed meters below with broken ribs instead of your backbone.

During years you suffered and your dream of medals in the Olympic Games was gone, vanished into the air. Your well-known recklessness almost hurried you in your grave. In the hospital, you spent the last three years to reeducate with an omnipresent pain in your back, anger against the people who had forgotten you when you would have given them your soul if they asked for it an ended alone. You nearly lost your mind when you woke up from coma and nothing appeared in front of you. You weren't able to see anymore. Time went by and you found yourself offered the chance to remedy to your blindness. But it doomed you to wear particular sunglasses every day of your life. A little cost considering what you've been through.

You suffered. You were still aching but less than these last month. Moreover you felt better each day passing. Only eternal scars remain. And to be here in S got you like you were free as much as before your accident. And you would thank Adam for this. Yet, you meant nothing, watching the same scenes which were playing in front of your eyes.

You were sitting on your motorbike far behind the last people composing the crowds ahead of you. Actually, the last time you came at S was when Adam had been defeated. Since then, you weren't coming as often as you should now. Everything was more peaceful and Adam abandoned this bad habit to smash people in the face with his own skateboard. Of course, the blue-haired show-off would never stop to make his little shows and big entrances. You don't think that one day his "hey bitches and bros and non-binary hoes" would leave your mind so easily.

Yet, even if you admired Adam as an remarkable skater, you wouldn't prevent yourself to hate him for everything he was aside all of it. He was "in love" as he told to anyone who would like to hear it with his partners of race. It was nothing like love. You didn't know how you manage to not go through the crowds to slap him right in the face. He didn't understand. He wouldn't anyway. Love is sweet, a fluttering sentiment which set upside-down your guts and your soul. It wasn't how you remembered this wonderful thing.

Anyways, Adam had been defeated by a rookie that you had the power to crush on a snowboard. Even if he was talented, had he the talent of someone able to go in the Olympic Games? You didn't think so. You had yourself a modified board. And right now before the attended race between two opponents, you were as if you were playing on the half-pipe near the start of the race.

You were jumping even higher than this little rookie and executing figures in air that were turning sick some of the people gathered in your audience. You were hearing the slight gasps of awe coming from several girls watching them. Even Langa applaused you in the distance with an annoying smile. That little group comprehending Shadow, Reki, Langa, Miya and the others was sincerely uselessly noisy. Though, they were sometimes giving you back a smile you had long forgotten it was existing. But you didn't care anymore. You were busy with your "switched back flip with nose grab" and to make people applause even louder around you.

They were kind and cute because even if the trick wasn't so hard, doing it on a skateboard was something else. And it earned you the nickname of Eagle in S. You were impressive to say the least and people were clearly stunned. What you didn't expect was to attract the boss' attention here. Adam. Actually, his little grieves left you as if you were like marble.

Not only was he sticking to you but he also was quite insisting in his behavior. You didn't like him at all. It may have been the second or the third night that you came on the half-pipe of S. No one challenged you that time. You just shrugged your shoulders and were going on the way to leave this place. The pressure, the people gathered here, the races and the clear lack of delicacy from them made you get away from here. A sort of repulsion ordered you to go away. A skatepark would be big enough to allow you to do the same show for any passerby. After all what was the point of tiring yourself by skating if no one could applause for your demonstration of pure talent. And today, several nights after Adam's defeat, you were leaving S for good this time. It has no point for you to stay.

Yet, Adam didn't want the same. He was observing you before Langa. So he caught you up while lights were dancing around him.

"Mmh... What a wonderful little bird I see here. Don't be scared my dove, I'm not going to bite you." Adam said both loudly and sensually, thus it made crowds look in the same moment towards you.

A heavy silence has just fallen onto the crowds. You have heard the wheels of Adam's skateboard behind you. And he came, leaving his hand on your hips, getting you closer and closer to him. You could feel his hands roaming and doing delicate circles on the fabric of your clothes. Such an intimate action while you could almost feel his head rest on your shoulder. He made a little comment about your scent. Does this man have really no shame ?

"Aren't you tired of your own bullshit, Adam? Losing once wasn't enough to bring humility in you?" you snapped back while the man gazed at you.

"Never, my sweet, stubborn little dove" Ainosuke whispered in your ear while his hands were circling around your waists.

His sweet, gentle, poisonous tone was near to give you shivers. You weren't able to discern within yourself if it was a sort of trespassing desire that was boiling in you or a fire of rage and the deep will to smash him with your skateboard. Probably both. Let's agree on the fact that this man was a living invitation to luxury and rough love. You were just a little smaller than him but strong enough to make him comply and kneel in front of you like a slut. You clicked your tongue and forcefully escaped from Adam's treacherous embrace.

"Alright Eagle. I challenge you into a beef" Adam called behind you.

"Carry on" You answered back while the crowds become immediately silent were watching you with great interest.

"A race. You and me. Right now. The loser become the slave of his opponent." Adam added with his usual disturbing smile.

For one of the first times since you were coming in S, it was one of your first beefs. Moreover, with the boss of all that mess. And finally, it involved something hidden behind all of this display. And you liked it. Why not enjoying fully the race and the aftermath. You used the back extremity of your skateboard you hit Adam in the belly and making him move backwards. You were almost ecstatic. You walked calmly until the start line, put lightly your skateboard on the ground and set your foot on the deck while you were waiting for Adam to come. Obviously, he made his way towards you.

"Mmh... I'll enjoy to turn you upside down after this race" Adam sensually whispered.

"Your self-confidence will kill you one day, filthy man" you replied with a dry tone.

"Let's say that now that I've lost my Eve, the only person in S having my attention is you my little dove. Be ready, I'm not going to be easy on you"

These last sentences would the death of you. His magma-like voice was burning your insides. How can someone warm you up so efficiently? That was a mystery. But you liked it. Adam was well-known to be kinky. You hated a little yourself at that time. You were falling for an insane guy who is now targeting you. Obviously, it was not in a romantic way. Yet, Adam remained a reachable fanstasm. And you were apparently one of his. The green fire came rapidly, thus the start of the race.

Adam became fastly the first. You forgot about everything and just tried to have fun. You were skating as if your board was a part of yourself, dodging rocks and Adam's attack. You knew very well that he didn't change that much after his first defeat here. He even did his little thing of holding you close to him with the sort of horns on his skateboard.

" I love the movement of your hips, so agile, so smooth, I can't prevent myself to wonder what it will feel like to love you fully until you will ache for attention under my touch. You are a snowboarder too, right?" Adam asked more or less.

"You could say that. But I'm not like that kid. I prefer half-pipes. Besides, you have really no shame, haven't you? Anyways, goodbye."

You increased your speed and left Adam behind. You were jumping the cliffs where the turns formed the shape of a snake with the lights in the night. While you were flying, you were shining with more and more complicated figures and graceful landings, making you significantly ahead of the blue-haired holy creature named Adam. He managed very quickly to catch you up. A little smile was playing on your lips. That was funny to see him a little bit in difficulty.

You were provoking him. That was unbelievable and remarkably bold of you to do so. You annoying smile was allowing to build desire and longing in Adam's heart. He was the king and yet, a little dove was playing with him shamelessly. Adam was so mesmerized by your own race that he barely realized he was in the factory. The screams of the people gathered in there dragged him from his thoughts. He saw you fly until the finish line and cross it. You win against him. A huge silent welcomed him.

"One of the first things you have not to lose when you run is your own concentration. I don't know what happened to you but it doesn't prevent that you weren't really skating. So for the beef, I cancel the slave thing." You declared when Adam went towards you.

You turned your back to him and headed to your motorbike followed by the blue-haired man. You didn't want to stay any longer. Adam's footsteps were soft behind yours.

"How can you cancel the slave thing, as you called it?" Adam demanded.

Seeing that he didn't have any answer, Adam reached you to catch your shoulder and make you turn to look at him.

"Because I'm the winner" you responded with a threatening tone.

"So having me doesn't interest you?" Adam questioned with a spark of deception.

"I didn't say that" you replied with a playful half-smile crossing your lips.

You were surrounded by darkness and no one cared anymore about you. For the people, you were remedying with your little issues about the beef. Nothing very interesting for them. Your hand climbed Adam's tensed thigh before going backwards to his ass and caressing it shamelessly. You heard the man getting a heavier breath and mumbling sinner sentences in your ear. You didn't even move when he came closer to enjoy the caress.

"Adam... You are such a slut... Look at you, you sound like a virgin discovering sex" You told with an incredible amount of heat on your voice.

You left your fingers coming down on his half-hard dick and rub it lightly. Just enough to give shivers to the man.

"Horny, aren't we?" you carried on while Adam was melting under your touch.

It was only simple caresses yet the man in front of you was letting himself go as if you were escaping and he won't have anymore opportunities to have you so close.

"More" demanded Adam while he has finally what he wanted so hard.

But you stopped here, creating frustration in the man.

"There's a love hotel down Crazy Rock. Come with your Grim Reaper costume." You requested with an overbearing tone.

Adam ordered to Tadashi who wasn't present in S that night to bring him to this place and the black clothes he was wearing against Langa. Once arrived in the building, he headed towards the receptionist who led him until the room. The space was dark and very classical for a love hotel but it was enough to arouse Adam. He felt as if your hands were still on him while he was changing his red costume. The memory of your hands trailing down his back to reach his ass and caressing it shamelessly was still unbelievably strong in his mind. Then he felt the touch join his cock, gently but still enough to make surrender to your touch. He desired you so much right now. Once he wore his Grim Reaper clothes, he laid down the mattress. He let himself go to the warmth he was feeling. He already wanted you so hard. He thought he was still dreaming when he felt the sudden touch of your hand on his neck.

"Ready to cum due to a shameless imagination. What a dirty little pet we have here. Were you planning to touch while you would wait for me? " You whispered in Adam's ear, getting him to have goosebumps.

Your fingers went down along his spine then reached the start of his ass. You were riding him from behind, each of your legs apart Ainosuke's body. You spanked his cheeks violently when you see you wouldn't get your answer, making the man moaning of both pain and pleasure.

"Use your tongue. You still have one, right?" you picked up after this unwanted silence.

"Yes" mumbled the submitted man.

"Louder. I don't hear you."you commanded.

"Yes"

He was speaking at the volume you wanted to listen. Loudly but not enough to disturb people out there.

"Better" you acknowledged with a neutral tone.

You got away from the position you have over Ainosuke. You were looking for the bad you brought with you. In the corner of your eye, you remarked the presence of a mirror. It could be useful but not now. You were secretly impatient to play with the king of S. You glanced at him and couldn't prevent a half-smile on your face. His hips were slightly higher than what would be normal. The blue-haired man was aching for your touch. Unhappily, it seemed sometimes you weren't as mean as some of masters with their human pet when it comes to tough, rough and painful but delicious sex. Well... It didn't matter actually. Your beautiful puppy lying on the mattress would love it anyway. You sincerely enjoyed the fact that this natural dominant male was completely under your control.

"Get up and kneel. Be rid of your clothes and keep your eyes on the wall. If you look at me I leave you here, tied and with a toy in your ass until you faint. Is that clear?" You ordered with a severe voice.

You didn't get any answer immediately.

"Yes". You heard behind you.

"Yes who?" You added.

"Yes Master" Adam ended while he just worked to be in his knees over the blankets.

The man got rid of his suit not so quickly. The fabric was comfortable and smooth, suiting perfectly his body. The memory of your touch was almost disappearing with him leaving aside all the clothes. He ended naked on the bed, his pale skin revealed to the air. He kept his eyes locked on the wall and he didn't have any access to the mirror to watch what you were doing. He only heard some noises somewhere behind him. Adam was shivering litghtly because of anticipation. He didn't want you to be kind with him. The rougher the better. Anyways, love and pain were both the faces of a coin, right? He submits but you serve.

Ainosuke felt your hand climbing along his leg and rest a few seconds on his thigh. You slided a lubed toy in his hole. You went as deeply as you could without bruising you pet and without leaving without any sensations. His insides were slightly stretched enough to emphasize the rubbing which you started from a few feets away.

You had the time to change in a black leathery pants and high boots, all black, with an open shirt lazily flying along your sides. After that, you were just watching Ainosuke's nakedness from behind. He was well-shaped. You couldn't say more. And this beautiful insane man was craving for your attention. You knew the effect the toy had. The more Adam was holding back his moan, the more the toy is going to make him lose his mind. You knew very well that the man had a certain endurance. Yet, it had no effect when the right points within his body were touched and loved.

You were still gentle. You could be more cruel and less careful about your little pet. Adam knew it very well. He was sure he looked like a little virgin taking pleasure for the first time but the thing inside of him suppressed all of his strength. He was grunting and moaning like a whore and he loved it. But it wasn't enough. It wasn't you.

"More..." Breathed the man while his whole body was totally shaking.

"More? Really?" you asked while you were enjoying the frustration on Adam's face and the red hue on his cheeks.

"Inside me... Touch me..."you went to caress Ainosuke's naked ass before spanking it another time.

"You have no permission to cum, dirty pet. I'll punish you otherwise."you warned with a threatening tone in your voice.

The heat was slightly consuming the blue-haired man and pleasure was way too heavy for him, almost choking sometimes. You would be the death of him if it carried on.

"Please..."Adam silently begged while you were heading to an armchair not far away from the display in front of you.

Were you sadistic? Probably. You had one of your legs hanging on the side of your seat and watching Ainosuke fighting the destroying pleasure inside of him. You were so desirable. No one would ever say the contrary. It was only the start for your adorable pet. But it wasn't enough for you.

"Come here." You commanded with a monotonous but commanding tone in your voice.

You saw Adam moving to reach you. He stumbled on the few meters he had to make to come at you. He knelt in front of you but it sounded more like he wasn't able to carry his own weigh. He was looking up at you with eyes tainted of pleasure. He caressed your legs as any good cat would do to please his master and get some food or any touch. Your hand reached his chin and you lift it without any delicacy. A few more and Adam was going to surrender and leaving himself being overwhelmed by pleasure. His red eyes were blurry and full of lust and you locked yours on his. Your hand went in his hair and you brought him closer to you.

"Take it. And do it well, slut" you requested with an overbearing tone.

You felt shaking hands roaming over your leather pants and undo the belts resting on your hips. His fingers freed your half-hard dick but he was too slow.

"Faster" you ordered.

Adam put his finger on the skin of your shaft, then his lips. You hardly held back a grunt of pleasure while you were feeling his hot mouth around your cock. That was divine but not enough. You settled your fingers in Ainosuke's hair and pulled it closer.

"Come on, slut"

The blue-haired man wasn't slow but it wasn't fast enough and it frustrated you. You ordered him for more speed and he did it. Adam was all focus on your pleasure, worshipping you with his tongue and his lips. It was warm inside his mouth. You wanted to dirty your sub with your seeds and make him feel like a doll in your hands. Besides, you increased the speed of the toy inside Adam's ass. He was fighting tou bring you pleasure and not to cum. His whole body must ache but you didn't really care. You wanted more. You helped a little Ainosuke with his movements. His tongue was caressing you shamelessly, and he was all focused on you. You were almost fucking his throat.

"You are really a whore my pet. Worse than a dog in heat. Loot at you"

You led his eyes to the mirror not far from you. Adam moaned when he saw the image of himself. The red hue on his cheeks while he was taking your cock into his mouth. The sight was mesmerizing. Then, lower, the pre-sperm was dripping from his own sex. Adam wasn't able to suffer it anymore and the last image had been the death of his limits and he cummed lankily on the ground. His muscles all tensed relaxed in a few seconds. He spilled his white liquid everywhere at the bottom of the armchair while he was moaning with your shaft still in his throat.

You raised your hand and gave him an echoing slap which made the blue-haired man fall on his back, covered of his dirty sperm. You perceived Adam hard cock raising between his legs.

"Kinky whore. You are not even able to handle it, right? Such a disobedient little puppy. You'll be punished, you know that, aren't you?" you threatened with a sweet voice, penetrating under Ainosuke's flesh.

You were watching your pet getting up from his position on the ground.

"Be happy that I'm not going to order you to lick it, silly kitten. On the bed, now. Twenty whiplash, and if you are not obedient, I'll double that number. Understood?"

"Please Master, no!" Adam surprisingly begged with and hoarse voice to you.

"This is the cost for your insolence and disobedience. It could be a hundred so take what I allow you" You replied without any softness.

You gave the order to your dog to be astride on the bed, on all four. Adam settled over the blankets and stayed still. The man heard you get the tool in your hand. And without telling him, he felt a painful burn on his ass, followed by your hand which rubbed it. Ainosuke heard himself grunt to the sudden soothing caress.

"It was the first. I won't be that kind after. Count them. At any mistake, It'll be thirty"

You blowed him again and your sub was counting but it was painful and red traces were appearing on his skin. You weren't soft with him and appreciated his delicious reactions of suffering and adoration. The toy was still in his ass, driving him crazy from both inside and outside. Adam wasn't able to keep up anymore and at the end on the punishment, he fell over the blankets, naked, full of shame, pleasure and love. He was crying due to the overwhelming amount of feelings. His shaft was so hard that it was painful and he wanted freedom from you. His pants were perceptible in the silence of the room. The blue-haired man felt your hand on his ribcage and forcefully turn him on his back.

He saw climb over the mattress and settle near him. Your finger roamed over your pet's belly and touch his nipples, making him shiver and grunt. Your softness was welcome for Adam. His body was aching due to tension and slaps but pleasure was still present in his blood and adrenaline was keeping him conscious. Suddenly, the toy Ainosuke had in his ass had a different movement, more intense, more rubbing and making him moan loudly.

"Did you seriously think it was ended?" you questioned with a playful tone. "No. Of course not".

You got up and put yourself in a riding way. You pushed your shaft inside Adam's mouth and start to fuck his throat again. Fingers curling down the sheets and becoming white. Your sub was testifying of this pleasure. And you were too. Your hips were getting faster and faster and Adam's eyes were rolling backwards while pleasure was burning him. You were silently moaning and keeping your features still but it was hard when your little pet's tongue was that agile and smart to find the areas able to make you shudder. It felt like eternity till you finally cummed inside of Ainosuke's mouth. Your sub swallowed everything and as a reward you ordered him to change of position and to rest on his belly. You removed the toy from his ass and caressed it softly.

"Master..." called quietly Adam.

"Mmh?" you responded with distance in your behavior towards him.

"Please. Fuck me." begged silently the man.

Where was Adam, the king of S, almost undefeated? Where was the show-off, the insane guy? You knew very well where he was. He was subdued to every of your desire now, drunken by pain and pleasure, knocked by envy. He wanted you in the simplest way. The incubus became the innocent virgin and you were his master. Nothing was left from the skater man that you met at the nightfall. He was just a body aching for softness after a hardship, pleading for quietness now. And more sincere than he never had been until tonight. He needed you.

"Please Master..." whispered again Adam.

But his begging stopped when Adam felt your dick against his hole. A slight moan escaped from him and you started to bury yourself in him. His insides were warm and comfortable but so tight. The rubbing was divine and you could help yourself but start to fuck his ass very slowly to push him to worship you. Adam had his hips hanging a little in air as you were thrusting to give you both an amazing amount of pleasure.

"P-Please Master... More..." moaned Adam while you were almost hitting his ass.

It was so nice to see the man so submitted to his needs coming from you. You couldn't help yourself but started to thrust more and more quickly and fastly. The sound of your flesh against each other was echoing in the room and you liked it. You got rougher and rougher but it was still nice and finally, you let yourself be. You felt Adam's hole tightening around your shaft for the second time. Your hands slide down his hips to find his own sex so as to apply languid caresses. It was too much for him and his muscled yet thin body sank on the bed and you followed him in his climax not long after him.

You were panting heavily and your pet was actually nearly fainting. You took him into a warm embrace and rubbed his skin to soothe him. You didn't have the time for a real aftercare because he fell asleep immediately. You would wait him to take a needed shower. For the time that you had, you left him be.

Adam had been a wonderful sub. You were happy. But you didn't have the intention to stay with him. If he wanted you, then maybe you should have a more serious and deeper conversation. But now, it wasn't what you wanted.

[biggest-stupidhead]

Hello! I'm gonna drop here another request 🤣 This could be a headcanon or a scenario, whatever you feel comfortable with!

Let's just say the clumsy new cadet!reader landed a punch a little too strong and broke Captain Levi's nose by accident?

Thanks!

omfg I love this so much 

Summary: Levi underestimates your strength 

Word Count: 1.7K 

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It was late in the afternoon and you were pooped. The day had been long and taxing, beginning with stable duties, then cleaning, followed promptly by ODM practice and upkeep. The captain had kept you all on your toes throughout the day, seamlessly ordering you into your next task. So as you doubled over in an attempt to recover your regular breathing pattern you silently prayed for the day to come to a close miraculously two hours early. 

“This sucks.” Jean huffed across from you, mirroring your stance as he turned and spat a glob of saliva out onto the dusty ground. 

“I second that.” Connie agreed breathlessly from behind you, Sasha’s wheezing breath was distracting you from your own breathing and you found yourself hacking as you tried to refocus. Mikasa on the other hand was totally fine, her eyes lazily scanning the training grounds as she waited for her next orders. Armin and Eren were on their knees as they tried to recover from the sprints that you hall had just finished. 

“Pack it up brats, meet me at the courtyard in no more than three minutes.” Levi ordered, the whirring of his gear signaling his retreat. You huffed, jealous of his ability to use the gear, you and the rest of your squad had left your gear back at the supply barn, having thought that the day’s training was nearly finished. The only task that he could possibly throw at you now was sparring, something that you rarely did as scouts, and when you did do it, the exercise was often held first thing in the morning. So when you all arrived at the courtyard to find Levi with his arms crossed and wooden knives at his feet, you felt your heart sink. How could he be so cruel? Mikasa clicked her tongue next to you, clearly thinking the same thing as you. Eren groaned a bit too loudly, Connie whimpered and Sasha sighed heavily. Jean remained silent, but the gloomy aura surrounding him was enough to hint that he felt the dismay that you all felt as well. 

“What are you waiting for? Pair off already.” Levi snapped impatiently and all of you jumped to find partners. This was always an issue within your squad, especially when it came to sparring. There was an odd number, meaning that one of you had to partner up with the captain. You lunged to grab Armin but Jean beat you to him, snatching him and dragging him well out of your reach, Eren and Mikasa were already picking up a knife, Connie gave you a look that was laced with pity as Sasha linked her arm with his. You huffed and stuck your tongue out at him before making the walk of shame over to Levi. 

“I’ll be the attacker.” He said as he stooped to grab a knife, you swallowed nervously but braced yourself for what you were sure would be the worst ass whopping in your life. Levi held the wooden knife with a frown, he studied it momentarily before with a flick of his wrist her had the fake weapon spinning in the air. He caught it effortlessly and nodded in approval. Now he was just showing off, you thought bitterly as you focused on him entirely. In the blink of an eye he rushed you, the knife held against his side, no doubt a habit from his earlier years. You panicked and narrowly sidestepped his attack, the blunt knife cutting through the air where you once stood. Levi stepped back before you could even think about landing a blow. You held your fists up, determination replacing the shock you had felt. You were going to see this fight through to the bitter end. He caught the flash of conviction in your features and decided that he would extinguish it promptly. 

He lunged once more at you, this time opting to make a stabbing motion right to your abdomen, a move he wouldn’t dream of making if he had a real knife in his hand, he preferred slashing over stabbing, stabbing took too much effort, while slashing allowed for less energy and more space between himself and his opponent. He regretted this almost instantly, having severely underestimated both your speed and your strength behind your punches. You sidestepped the stab and clocked him right in the nose, your fist connecting with his face with a sickening crunch. In his moment of pure shock, you snatched the wooden knife from his grasp and tossed it to the side. You used your weight to push Levi back onto his butt, and then flat on his back. He could only blink up at the blue sky as his nose throbbed in pain. It was then when you got a clear look at the damage that you had inflicted that you gasped, blood was leaking from his nose, both from his nostrils and a small cut that you’d managed to create from the sheer force of your fist. 

“Captain! I am so so sorry.” You whispered as you reached into his breast pocket, where you knew that he kept a fresh handkerchief. You pressed it to his nose and his grey eyes left the sky to stare at you, brows raised and mouth open in shock. You were knelt next to him, one hand on his shoulder, the other pinching his nose for him. Levi felt the shock wear off once he realized how stupid he must look. He sat upright at the speed of light, and you yelped. He sighed and watched as the soiled fabric fell onto the dusty ground, the crimson that stained the crisp white only solidified that he had been bested by a cadet. 

“Good work cadet, that was...unexpected.” He admitted as he turned to face you. You swallowed thickly and shook your head rapidly. 

“Lucky shot I guess?” You said nervously as you studied the damage once more, this time you noticed the way that his nose was slightly crooked. 

“You should...probably get that checked out.” You said, pointing at his nose, worried that it would be you who marred the captains perfect features. 

“Just a broken nose, not the first time it’s happened and I’m willing to be it won’t be the last either.” Levi sighed as he stood and offered you a hand to help you to your own feet. You accepted and he turned to the other cadets, who were all staring at you with slack jaws. 

“That’s enough for today, go get washed up for dinner.” Levi said, pinching his nose once he finished speaking. Your peers saluted him and made a clean getaway, kicking up the dust as they scurried away. You felt much to guilty to let Levi walk to the infirmary by himself, and for whatever reason he had no qualms in letting you accompany him. But you noticed that he was in fact not heading towards the infirmary, but instead Hange’s lab. 

“Sir....where are we-” 

“I can’t stand the pompous doctor.” He said, as if that was enough of an explanation. 

“So who-” 

“Hange can set bones back just as good as the next idiot.” He said simply as he gave one curt knock before entering. Hange looked up from behind the pile of books and let out a bark of laughter. 

“Sparring with Mike again? What good has that ever done you?” She asked as she rounded the table and reached onto one of the top shelves to produce a first aid kit. 

“Wasn’t sparring with that oaf.” Levi grunted as he dropped into one of the chairs in Hange’s lab. She hummed thoughtfully, and looked up from her work to catch your eyes. 

“Can you confirm this cadet?” She asked, a playful glint in her eyes as you averted your eyes and flushed. 

“Actually...” 

“She’s the one that broke my nose.” Levi said, beating you to it and stating it much more bluntly than you would have. Hange let out a roar of laughter and slapped her knee in her enthusiasm. 

“That’s just rich! Wow great work (Y/n)! I mean I would’ve expected this from Ackerman, or maybe even Eren. But you? My god this is just-” 

“Set my nose already shitty glasses.” Levi snapped, having had enough of her teasing, his already thin patience was worn to near exhaustion. Hange sighed and motioned for you to come closer. 

“Let’s use this as a teaching opportunity shall we?” She mused as you came to stand at her shoulder. You weren’t sure if you had much of a choice so you simply nodded and she smirked devilishly at you. She brought her hands to the side of Levi’s head, he closed his eyes and let out a slow breath as Hange moved a hand over the bridge of his nose. 

“When setting any bone it is important to do so quickly and unapologetically.” She said formally as she tenderly examined the wound. She reached behind her with her free hand and dabbed a cotton ball to the bloody skin, you swallowed nervously as she now returned to grip the bridge of his nose. 

“On the count of three Levi.” She hummed as she seemed to brace herself. Levi didn’t even open his eyes at her warning. 

“One...” 

CRACK

You yelped at the loud sound, Hange was quick to reach for some more cotton which she stuffed up Levi’s nostrils. Levi groaned when she finished and reclined further in the chair, his knuckles white from squeezing the arms of the seat. 

“Oh my god.” Was all you could manage as Hange wiped her hands off on a towel. 

“Go ahead and take him to dinner. He’ll be fine in the next couple of weeks.” She waved you off, shooing the both of you out of her office. When the door slammed shut behind the two of you, you turned to Levi with a twisted expression. 

“Captain I am so sorry, I really didn’t mean to. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?” You practically begged as Levi closed his eyes and ran a hand through his messy locks. 

“Well....you can do my paperwork for me.” He said, you immediately regretted extending your kindness, much to Levi’s amusement. 

“I’ll go make us some tea then...” You mumbled turning to stalk off towards the kitchen. Levi watched you walk away, pride swelling in his chest, he didn’t think that you had it in you. Now all he had to do was get you to stop apologizing all the god damn time. 

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Oh my god, this was such a fun lil idea. 

[hollyhomburg]

Before I Leave You (Part 15)

(SNEAK PEAK) (Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: it's kind of funny how Kim Taehyung's life as a man sets the stage for the real story; the story of Her- Tae the woman, Tae the lovely alpha girl who loves makeup and loves romance books and maybe loves a certian cute omega who loves baking and matching pyjama sets. 

Tags: Trans! Tae content, mentions of dysphoria and depictions of unintended outings of trans people, over-romanticizing queer things, talks of post-traumatic episodes, dissociation, bad days, referenced anorexia, bad-eating habits, shame, self-esteem issues, hurt/comfort, Fluff

W/c: 10.0k

A/n: I decided to split this chapter into two parts because I want to explore the exposition more!  the next one will have the title ‘babygirl pink” this part gets a little back into the pacing of the story that the first few chapters had. celadon is actually a glaze traditionally used in Korean and Japanese pottery! 

Previous Part — Masterlist

PART 15: The many Shades of Kim Taehyung; Celadon Green

It’s not like things haven’t changed; there are many new insights you’ve had into how the pack operates in the last 3 weeks. There are so many things to learn through cohabitation. Like the fact that Jimin likes to sleep in on the days that he doesn’t work. And is amenable to moving his sleeping from the nest room and out into the living room if no one is home, just so he can listen to you and Yoongi move around the house.

Jimin doesn't sleep well alone, partially because he’s never had to. A preference reminiscent of a childhood spent sneaking into Taehyung’s ground-floor bedroom for secret sleepovers. Even if his sleep is punctuated by several banging hammers he'll still sleep more soundly if he can at least hear someone. His alpha brain soothed by the knowledge that his pack isn't very far away- that if something were to happen and threaten them- he’d be near enough to stop them. 

Sometimes when you pass by him on the couch he lets out these little happy alpha growls. Little huffs of air that slip past his lips like a half-formed grumble, his sweetening scent beckoning you in. Like his subconscious is aware that you're near, nose twitching cutely in his sleep.

Other insights too; like the fact that Jungkook genuinely loves to do their laundry; will steal bags out of your room and do yours if you’re not careful. The others call him their little house bunny- but it's not a dig at the fact that he falls into the classic trope of omegas being homemakers but fond teasing. You think Jungkook might like to be teased more than he lets on. 

He likes his stolen moments in the downstairs area of your house when he gets to bury his nose in their clothes and make sure that the same scents stay in the same piles. Not that mixing isn’t nice and that the pack doesn’t generally smell like each other. But Jungkook likes things to be in their place; maybe it’s just a different expression of the nesting instinct.

There are others; like how Namjoon likes being outside and wakes up early to get some alone time- he doesn't linger in the nest to cuddle with the others all that often. When you wake up on the weekends you find him out on the front deck sitting on the padded sofa with his feet brought up, more vulnerable looking than you usually see the alpha. Reading a book or scrolling through his phone, looking completely at ease. 

He’s so still that the birds don’t mind coming to the feeders near his head. Namjoon hums and the birds flutter away in a flurry of tweets and indignant chirps, startled by the alpha. You watch him watch the birds, moving his eyes and not his head. the same way he’ll look at you, standing in the open doorway, half hiding behind the doorframe. when he spots you he never fails to put his book away. Beckoning you to come to sit next to him, looking not the slightest bit put out that you’ve Interrupted his alone time. 

“They make hummingbird feeders you know.” you comment, he hums, his voice low pitched and sleep rough. Namjoon’s first words of the day are always saved for you. 

“I’ll order some.” you’re never still enough for the birds the way that Namjoon is, something in you too jumpy and twitchy. sometimes Namjoon holds your hands, trembling over your coffee cup- the shakiness you can never quite sleep away. that makes you spill your coffee so easily; he makes a soft shhh noise, and with him holding your hand, you find you can be still enough to put the birds at ease. 

Hobi likes french vanilla coffee but occasionally reaches for tea. A new habit judging by the collection of different kinds that fill your pantry. The only one that ever gets used and replaced is the hibiscus tea- so that must be his favorite. 

Jin’s got a sweet tooth- which doesn't surprise you given how much he likes your baked goods. But he has a particular soft spot for gummies- you see fruit snack wrappers in the bottom of his work bag or the trashcan, and you know he tries to hide it from Jungkook- not wanting the youngest pup to feel left out of the sweets he can’t partake in. 

Or how Tae leaves their room after everyone's gone to sleep, more nights than he doesn’t, closing the door quietly but not quite enough for your oversensitive ears. 

But you don’t think you’re supposed to have noticed that. 

Coming Saturday, September 25th @ 5pm EST (time zone adjustments below)