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[corvidaeconundrum]

this is what happens when depression

[cursedcola]

Prompt: Couples will evidently begin to mimic their better half after some time. What traits do you steal from him, and vice versa? Fandom: Twisted Wonderland Characters: Everyone - because I want to and I’m amidst fleshing out all my Yuu/Character dynamics + designs Format: Headcannons. Masterlist: LinkedUP Parts: Heartslabyul (Here) | Savanaclaw | Octavinelle | Scarabia | Pomefiore | Ignihyde | Diasomnia A/N: Putting all my brain rot from my notes into something cohesive. Contrary to my love for ripping your hearts out, I've come with some fluff this time around. BTW you may or may not already do things mentioned - I write my works with a specific Yuu in mind for each character so this is based on them. Just a reminder.

Habits you steal:

Plan-Books (Inherited) : Riddle habitually carries a planner with all his tasks. A physical one, not an app in his cell phone like most students choose. You find it easier to manage and swap to paper-and-pen alternatives at his recommendation.

Tidiness (Inherited): Riddle is a nit-pickier when it comes to physical presentation. His habits of pressing his uniform, laying his clothes out every night, and dressing conservatively rub off. He has a point - ironed trousers do make a difference. Every morning he will redo your uniform tie. It's never knotted to his 'standard', and is his preferred excuse to greet you before class.

"Now, isn't that better? Surely you are more comfortable in ironed linens than those rags you'd been wearing as pajamas. You seriously found them lying in Ramshackle? Were you not given an allowance to buy basic needs? Ridiculous! The Headmaster's irresponsibility holds no bounds!" <- Utterly appalled that you've been sleeping in century-old robes. He supplies you with seven sets of pajamas, a spare uniform, and an iron + board for Ramshackle. All after reaming the Headmaster for neglect in the last dorm-head meeting - either Crowley coughed up the marks or Riddle will supply from his own bank. Seven have mercy if he chooses to become a lawyer instead of a doctor.

No Heels (Developed): Riddle has a height complex. He won't make a show of it, but you wearing heels does emasculate him. Especially if you're already taller naturally. For his sake, you choose to slay your outfits in flats.

"Are those new loafers? Oh - no, they're lovely. The embroidery is exquisite and I can see why Pomefiore's Housewarden models for their brand. I merely thought you preferred the heeled saddle-shoes we saw during the past weekend trip. I must have been mistaken. Never mind me. You look wonderful."

Playing Brain Teasers (Inherited): Riddle has this thing with memory - you don't know if he's really into preventing old-age Alzheimer's or what. He carries a book of teaser games like Sudoku, etc. for when he has downtime and you eventually get into them too.

"Oh! My Rose, would you care to join me for lunch? Trey's siblings recently mailed in a large collection of cross-words. You'll find they are both educational and entertaining - hm? I do not seem the 'type' for word-games? I assure you, even I can relax on occasion. There is no need to look so surprised." <- Riddle's been making a grand effort to do things he enjoys and become more personable. Trey's siblings did not send the collection. Riddle went into town and picked it out on his own. He also found a book on organizing excursions since he's big on quality time. He is dead-set on not being a neglectful or 'boring' partner.

Swear Jar (Developed): Tired of Riddle collaring Ace for his vulgar tongue, you suggest a Heartslabyul swear jar. When the jar gets filled, the money can be used to fund things like study materials and renovations for the dorm. Riddle liked this idea, but now implements it on anyone who sets foot in the Heartslabyul. Considering you spend most of your time there, you've had to develop a vast vocabulary beyond swearing. Oh - you also unironically use the word 'fiddlesticks' now.

Habits he steals:

Useless Expenses (Inherited): You are an enabler without a doubt. Riddle has always functioned with the bare bones - with function and efficiency being the number one priority. Ever so slowly - you've spoiled him with aesthetically pleasing stationary. At first all the needless purchases felt redundant - why buy the pillowcases with flowers when plain white is cheaper? You can invest in a higher quality this way. Yet you've ruined him with gifts that he had no choice but to use. Now he needs to buy the pens with little hedgehogs on them because studying doesn't feel the same with a plain ballpoint.

Slang Dictionary (Developed): With each passing day, all the students in Heartslabyul get more creative at bending the rules. That includes you. Riddle takes it upon himself to carry a 'little-black-book' full of all the sang words he is unfamiliar with. He does want to be a bit more 'hip' to understand you more, but at the same time he wants to bust any student being a smart-mouth. It's an ongoing battle *sigh*.

"Apologies, could you repeat that term for me? Surely it must be relevant to my lecture if you and Ace are whispering. 'Let him cook'? Do you think we are in a culinary lecture?! Have you not been listening to - ah. So it's in reference to letting me finish before interrupting...One moment. I need to make a note."

Chewing Gum (Developed): This is an ode to psychology. In short, eating is tied to a person's fight-or-flight. Instincts dictate that our bodies need to be in a calm state to eat comfortably. One day when Riddle was at his wits end, you tossed him a pack of sugarless gum and told him to chew. Disregarding Trey's unholy dental screeching, Riddle develops a gum dependence for when he's stressed out. On the bright side, his jaw has never been so sharp.

“Mimicry? You must be mistaken. Even if my influence has affected their person, surely there are only positive developments” == Riddle denies any changes if confronted. In truth, he’s well aware of how much you’ve helped him grow. It’s the opposite accusation that spikes concern. Riddle does not want others thinking you’re a mini-version of him. Rumors are not kind and neither is his current reputation. Making those amends is his burden to bare. He is flattered to see you paying attention to his mannerisms, and secretly proud that your bond is strong enough to affect the psyche.

Habits you steal:

Whistling (Inherited): Trey whistles while working in the kitchen or doing general chores around the dorm. He's not very loud with it, so not may students are bothered. Since you laze about in his shadow the tunes he goes through do become repetitive. Now you do the same when cleaning up Ramshackle. Grim wants to knock you both out because he can't take it anymore.

"Ah -- How'd you know it was me in here? Just because I bake for the un-birthday parties doesn't mean I live in the kitchen, you know. My whistling? Huh. Never thought that would be my calling card but there are worse things, haha"

Head-Scratching (Inherited): Trey's got a habit of scratching the back of his head when he's uncomfortable or nervous. That, or rubbing at the nape of his neck while adverting eye contact. You start doing this too whenever you're being scolded or put in a tough situation.

Dental Hygiene (Inherited): By far the most obvious shared trait. Trey enforces his dental habits onto everyone- you are no exception. You now own four different kinds of floss, two toothbrushes (one being electric), and have a strict hygiene routine. Your pearly whites have never been so clean. Eventually you become somewhat of a secondary enforcer, policing anyone who sleeps over your dorm to take care of themselves before bed. All of Heartslabyul learns that there is no going back when you scold Riddle for not brushing after his teatime tart, and live to tell the tale.

"Hey - uh, weird question? Were you handing out floss to the Spelldrive Team yesterday? Seriously? I though Grim was pulling my leg - oh, no! It's not weird at all! Those guys should have a better routine for all the meat they eat when bulking. I'm just shocked you got through to them." <- Very proud. Mildly cocky. He's been itching to get those negligent jocks to floss after their banquets his entire tenure, but steered away from that conflict like the plague. Thank you for making his dreams come true. Now if you could maybe get them to stop picking their gums with toothpicks?

Habits he steals:

Overbuying Food (Developed): Being a baker's son, Trey's good with finances and money. He's also meticulous with the ingredients he purchases for his bakes. You are not. You go to Sam's shop, buy whatever is on sale, and then bring it back home to improvise. This ends poorly more often than not, and behold! Trey has two Ramshackle sluggers snooping around his kitchen for eats. This is unpredictable and therefore he now never knows what amount to buy. You've ruined him.

Phone Calls (Developed): Texting is easier. Especially since phone calls can be a commitment that Trey dislikes being wrapped up in. Whenever Cater's name pops up as the caller, Trey knows he's getting an ear full. The thing is that you never. answer. your. phone. Either the text gets lumped in with the hundreds of missed messages you have, or Grim stole your cell to play mobile games. So Trey gives up and only ever calls. Either Grim will answer or you'll pick up thinking it's the snooze of your alarm.

"Hello? Prefect, where are you? It's me, Trey. Just calling to see if you're still coming to the Un-Birthday party? Riddle's getting a bit nervous since the schedule's set for the next hour. Grim's already here with Ace and Deuce - uh, want Cater to send a double to pick you up? I have a sinking feeling that you're asleep...Call me? Please?" <- He was correct. You called back not a moment after, half-asleep and hauling ass not to be late.

Speaking in Propositions (Inherited): Trey's normally good at keeping neutrality in a conversation, but getting a clear answer out of Yuu you is like solving a rubix cube. Either it's easy and instant, or a long game. Eventually your habit of indecisiveness rubs off on him and he asks questions more than answers them. Evidently this gets his younger classmen to stop asking for favors unless they really need to.

“Aha - really? I didn’t notice at all. Okay. Okay, I picked up on a few hints. What’s so wrong with them taking after me? It’s cute, right?” == Trey is the observant sort that picks up on his influence quickly. Not just anyone carries floss in their pocket at all times - and the looks from his dorm-mates when you offer some up is enough for the realization to click. Trey’s used to playing the respectable sort, and finds it endearing that you’re taking his good notes to heart. In truth, most of Trey’s mimicry is intentional. He’s a flexible guy who doesn’t mind altering his habits to fit your needs. Easier this way, y’know?

Habits you steal:

Speaking in Acronyms(Inherited): Now this is scary. The first time it happened, you had to take a pause and just re-evaluate your entire life. You don't use them nearly as often as Cater does, but somewhere along the line your brain must have rewired to speak in internet lingo. O-M-G you're TOTALLY twinning with him right now, period :)

Nicknames (Inherited): Again, frightening. You once swore against ever calling him Cay-Cay. It isn't very slay-slay. Yet you can only hear him use nicknames for so long until you're unconsciously calling people by them too. Especially since he's always dishing gossip. It starts in your head, which is fine. It's not like they know. Then you call Lilia 'Lils' and that old fart is just grinning behind his sleeve because ohoho~ young love <3

"Did you just- AHA! OMG DO IT AGAIN?! Wait, gotta get my camera out for this - wha? Oh, that's totes not fair! C'mon. Call me Cay-Cay. Just once! I won't even post it to Magicam, please? Lils won't believe me without proof! Pleasssssseeeee - " <- He actually doesn't want you to call him Cay-Cay all the time. Cater likes you using his given name, since it's more personal. Although the way it obviously slipped out on accident is just too cute to ignore.

Reality TV (Inherited): At first you don't like the gossip. It's cheesy, a bit annoying, and the shaky camera-work for nearly every show is headache inducing. Cater likes his dose of drama in his free-time, and Ramshackle has a tv that no one is using. It starts with him watching while you do other things around the dorm. Yet each time you pass the living area, you take longer to leave. Lingering around like one of the ghosts. Then he pulls you in with snacks and starts giving the low-down of what's going on, pulling out a bottle of tangerine shimmer polish to paint your nails. It's just one episode, watch it for him? Please? Oh no. No. No. Suddenly you're invested in who's the baby-daddy of little Ricky and what Chantel is going to do because her sister just lost the house to foreclosure.

"#KingdomOfDeadbeats - am I right? Ugh. I'm so glad we met if that's the dating scene back home...What?! I know it isn't real! Don't be a dummy, I was just joking! Ah! Stop! Don't hit me!" <- Half-hearted jokes about going on one of those talk-shows one day. You're an alien, after all - imagine the juicy drama and views his account would get from doing an interview? It's all jokes though. Cater likes spilling the tea, but hates being it. Don't ever abandon him and go out for milk though, kay? He doesn't want to pay Grim's child support. Otherwise he might have no choice smh

Habits he steals:

Phone/Web Games (Inherited): Cater's phone is mainly full of social media. He's not too into the gaming scene, it's not his peeps y'know? Alas, you download a few dress-up games and one MMO on his phone. First off - props on getting his phone. That's Cay-Cay's lifeline and not just anyone gets to play with it. Pray tell - what is this Wonderstar Planet (props if you know what is being ref.) and how can he become the most influential digital streamer on it? Congrats. He's addicted.

"Who's this Muscle Red and why's he bombing our raid - AH! He just tea-bagged me! So not cool...Prefect? STOP LAUGHING WE HAVE BETS ON THIS MATCH! There goes my collab opportunity, big fail" <- Muscle Red continues to make an appearance. Eventually he becomes Cater's official rival on stream, and Lils is all to invested in the tea cater drops during club meets. Side note. You're the one who gave 'muscle red' Cater's domain code. The lore thickens.

Internet Caution (Developed): This goes without saying, but Cater's well-known in the Magicam scene. He's very forward and knows his way around using charisma. Since you're not in the scene as much, he becomes more cautious of where and when he does streams. The change is so subtle that only the most observant people will pick up on it - but Cay-Cay doesn't want any creepos popping in if y'know what I'm saying. His sisters were the ones to instigate this change.

“Awe~ SRSLY?! That’s fresh news to my ears but good, right? Ne, are there any clips or pics? I need my evidence, y’see. Especially if my cutie is off taking notes from their one and only. C’mon, spill the tea!” == Cheeky Cater is well aware of what’s happening. He’d humor anyone out for some light teasing - after all, he isn’t by your side at all hours. His walls are probably the second most difficult in all of campus to bypass, so he’s both sweetened and nerved to see you picking up on his mannerisms. That’s proof of a strong attachment, after all.

Habits you steal:

Knuckle Cracking (Inherited): Deuce still does this from his biker days. It could be because joint pain from past fights, or possibly air retention in his knuckles from studying. Regardless, Deuce cracks his knuckles at least once every few hours and you began to mimic him. Some people groan at the popping sounds but it really does feel good to release the tension. Let's just hope neither of you dislocate any fingers on accident.

"Stop that! G-geez, you nearly gave me a heart attack. Thought you broke a finger...your hands are stiff? That just means you're studying a lot! I think...uh, let's break? I think there's some leftovers in the kitchen." <- Deuce 100% gets needing to pop those air bubbles. His hands get stiff from studying all the time, but don't crack them too much or you might dislocate something. Side note - he shows you how to wrap your fingers with a soothing salve. He used to do it after fights, but now it's a great help after class.

Double Notes (Developed): Deuce tries. He really does. Yet the lad just isn't great when it comes to book smarts. Seeing that he is dedicated to turning over a new leaf, you make a habit of copying all your notes. He isn't allowed to share them with Ace or Grim - else all bets are off. Sometimes you leave little 'good job' stickers on the last page for him. Is he a toddler? No. Does he peel the stickers off and save them? Totally. He is a good noodle. Suck it Ace.

Sewing (Developed): He breaks things. Most of the time it's an accident. You've learned to carry a mini-sewing kit for all the rips in Deuce's uniform. Same for mini remedies for stains and other problems. It's not like he's trying to get grass stains all over his under-shirt or to split the seam in his gloves (nearly every week). It just happens, and every time he comes to you with a kicked-puppy look with a promise of it being the last time. It is never the last time.

"Uhm...hun'? It happened again. I'm so sorry for bothering you but Housewarden is going to kill me if he sees the tear in my blazer! Can you fix it?! I can't handle another collar with my exam tomorrow! I need to breathe to focus! - really!? I owe you one! Snacks are on me tonight."

Habits he steals:

Bottomless Stomach (Developed): Have leftovers from dinner? Bring them over. He'll get the tubba-ware back in 1-2 days. Coupon for buy-one-get-one at Sam's? He'll take the extra and polish it off in less than a minute. Deuce becomes a human garbage disposal and is taking the unwanted condiments off your sandwich to eat. Just pick them off and leave 'em on the corner of his lunch plate. Even if he dislikes it, he'll down it so you don't have to.

"Mm. Oh, thanks hun' - its that all you're eatin'? You don't like the steam bun? It is a bit dry, but wasting food is disrespectful to the cooks! I'll finish it for you so have my fruit instead. You still need to eat" <- 10/10 very thoughtful and not picky at all. He is grateful to eat your cooking and will gobble up all leftovers at Ramshackle, but doesn't think twice to sharing meals in the cafeteria. He will notice though if you do not eat enough. Restocks the snack cabinet if he sees it's empty. Is touched if you routinely share things you know he enjoys, like saving half your frittata on purpose.

Early Riser (Inherited): See - even if you hate the mornings, there is no choice at Night Raven College. As Ramshackle Prefect you need to be up to take care of business before class. Deuce becomes your personal alarm clock because he wants some time with you before everyone else joins in. Mind you that he lives with three other dudes who threaten to end him every morning because his alarm wakes them up too. Eventually he can wake up without it, but the time leading is unpleasant.

"W-what? Seriously? I've been trying to be more like them! They're a good person and responsible so I've been trying to follow their example. To think we've been doing the same thing this entire time...." == Why would you ever imitate him? He's been trying his damn best to become an honor student worth respecting, and has a long way to go. To think you're comfortable enough with him to mimic his mannerisms? It's a pipe dream, one he doesn't grasp until it's put right in front of his face. You don't let anyone else pick off your plate other than Grim. The next time his clothes tear, he's already handing off his tie before realizing just what's happening. When you wrap his knuckles after a six-hour lock in at the library? He can't help but feel proud at how neat the bandages are. Suddenly the dark memories of hiding bruised knuckles from his mom are pacified with healing balm. Deuce views this development as a gift, and is grateful. Very, very grateful.

Habits you steal:

‘I owe you’ cards (Inherited): Ace's favorite social invention - the 'solid'. Nothing spells new-low like getting your friends to do stuff in exchange for a favor in the future. Most of the time Ace counts on people forgetting he owes them one, but you're not so gullible. The only difference between you both is that while Ace never fulfills his solid, you have a conscience. Give it a few more years. He'll get ya.

"I know this is the third ticket this week but - Oh! C'mon, cut a guy some slack, would you? I'm sorry for bein' late to our date. Yeah, it was shitty. I'm not trying to fight it, aright? I'm here now so let's have some fun and you can chalk three strikes on my tab. I'll even buy ya some candy - Ah! Okay! Two candies but that's where my charity ends!" <- Evidently, the 'I-owe-you' tabs cancel each other out from how often you both call in favors. It's just an excuse to do acts of service or express apologies without being too mushy. Ace is definitely keeping a track record of them though. Expect an ongoing log that dates back to the week you met, when he showed up homeless, collared, and looking to couch surf.

Profanity (Inherited): Ace swears like a sailor. Maybe not so much in his dorm because *cough* he's being policed. He holds no such reservations when you're both alone at Ramshackle. Unfortunately his potty mouth has a mind of it's own - it taints you, and you are a sham of a prefect. Ace earned a week-long collar for teaching you some Twisted-Wonderland exclusive curses. Riddle is not pleased.

Leaving the Windows Unlocked (Developed): There are only so many times he can sneak in through your window before the adrenaline-induced charm wears off. You have class in the morning, and can't be bothered to deal with him on nights he can't pass out in his dorm. Thank seven you have all of Ramshackle to yourself - because Heartslabyul sounds like a nightmare with the roommate situation. You can't leave the front door open for obvious reasons, but most nights the guest-bedroom window will be left slightly ajar in case he needs a place to crash.

"Pssst! Oi! Prefect! ...ugh, Grim! Wake them up, man! The latch is stuck. Don't go back to bed you furball! HEY! IT'S FREAKIN COLD OUT HERE SO LET ME IN ALREADY" <- Please let him in. If Ace has to spend one more night in that stinky dorm with three dudes, he'll string one of their dirty gym socks over your bed. No mercy.

Sleeping with Earplugs (Developed): Bitch Ace snores.

Habits he steals:

Notes Memo (Developed): Ace is bad with remembering things. Anniversaries? Dates? Allergies? He admits to not putting in a great amount of effort, but you can't say he doesn't try at all. He has a notes block on his phone dedicated to things like your go-to takeout orders and preferences. He even has a few alarms set days before any important events because even if you say no-gifts or plans...yeah, he's not that stupid.

Excessive Yawning (Inherited): You're always tired - it wasn't Ace's problem before but now he does feel a bit guilty. Dragging you into his messes felt different when you were just the prefect, y'know? Regardless, it's human instinct to mimic each other's demeanor so he'll openly yawn all the time - normally in succession of you.

"Hey...you're dozing off again. Am I seriously that boring to hang around? - Nah. Just messin' with you. I'd suggest taking a nap during next period but I doubt a goody-goody like you is gonna take that advice. Let's just ditch juice at lunch and go back to the dorm. Don't get mad if I forget to wake you up though"

Medications (Developed): Ace is the last person to become a human apothecary, but he's always got a pack of pain-reliever meds in his pocket with a few bandages, etc. He also attached one of those tiny capsule bottles to his keyring with some stomach meds inside. You took a spill running laps? Dang man. That sucks. Here's a band-aid for your knee. Curse you for making him the slightly-more responsible one.

"Eh..what, like it's a shock? You saying I'm a bad influence? Cause yeah, that checks. Nothin' I can do if they want to take a card outta my deck though," == Ace is entirely neutral on the topic. He is definitely smug that you're coming over to the dark side, but he doesn't need anyone to point it out. He was your first after all. Maybe the start could have been a bit better - but hey, you came around. It's not like he's hurting anyone by helping build your backbone. Although Ace will instantly deny going soft for you in any way, shape, or form.

[rose24207]

hellooo! I saw that u were taking prompt requests and I have an idea with, (obviously) mafia!lando Norris x reader, with the prompts:

1. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?" 18. "I told you not to touch it, and what did you do? You touched it!" 17. "Please stop making that face, I’m trying to be mad at you!" With a happy ending!(I can’t do angst with lando🥲(he’s my babygirl))

thank youu, love you and ur fics btw🫶🫶

I mean it, love

Summary: Lando warns you not to touch the mysterious box on his desk, but when you do, you unknowingly mark yourself for death—forcing him to protect you at all costs

Genre: angst, fluff

Mafia!Lando x reader

TW: Mafia, mention of death, mention of hitman

A/N: i am so sorry omfg. But I’m back! Next few weeks will be rough so idk if I will even survive! Thank you for the nice message and request!! Love you tooo!! English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy it though! Requests are open and welcome!

Masterlist pt. 2

Lando hated when you didn’t listen to him.

It wasn’t just an annoyance—it was a risk. His entire world was built on careful strategy, knowing who to trust and what lines couldn’t be crossed. But you? You had a knack for walking straight into trouble, even when he warned you not to.

Like tonight.

You were standing in the middle of his office, arms crossed, looking guilty as hell. Behind you, an antique wooden box sat on his desk—open. It wasn’t supposed to be open. It wasn’t supposed to be touched at all.

Lando leaned against the doorframe, exhaling sharply as he raked a hand through his messy curls. The dim light cast deep shadows over his sharp features, his usual teasing smirk nowhere to be found.

"I told you not to touch it, and what did you do?" His voice was low, edged with irritation. "You touched it."

Your lips pressed together in a thin line. “In my defense, you made it sound way more interesting by saying I couldn’t touch it.”

Lando let out a dry laugh, stepping closer until you were forced to tilt your head up to meet his stormy blue-green gaze. "Oh, so it’s my fault now?"

You shifted your weight, glancing at the box. "You always have secrets. How was I supposed to know this one was—"

"Important?" he cut in. "Dangerous?"

Your silence was answer enough.

Lando sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose like he was trying to summon patience from thin air.

"Why do you keep looking at me like that?" you huffed, crossing your arms tighter.

His eyes flickered with something unreadable—anger, yes, but also exasperation and something softer beneath it. "Because I’m trying to figure out how the hell you haven’t gotten yourself killed yet."

You rolled your eyes, but before you could retort, Lando grabbed your wrist, tugging you into his chest. The sudden proximity stole the breath from your lungs.

"You don’t understand what you just did," he murmured, his voice quieter now, but heavier. His fingers brushed the inside of your palm, and only then did you realize you were holding something. A small, intricately carved coin.

Lando’s expression darkened.

"Where did you find this?" His grip on your wrist tightened, not enough to hurt, but enough to make your pulse spike.

You swallowed. "Inside the box."

Lando’s jaw clenched. "Do you have any idea what this means?"

You hated when he did this—spoke in riddles, acted like the weight of the world was resting on his shoulders alone. You tugged your wrist free, stepping back.

"Then tell me," you challenged.

For a moment, it seemed like he might refuse. His posture was tense, his fists clenched like he was holding something back. But then he exhaled through his nose, running a hand down his face.

"That coin is a marker," he finally said. "A death marker."

Your stomach flipped.

"It means someone paid for a hit," Lando continued. "And whoever holds it is the target."

The blood drained from your face.

Lando noticed. His expression softened, and before you could process it, his arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his warmth.

"That’s why I told you not to touch it," he murmured against your hair. "I was going to deal with it."

You hesitated before pressing your face against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. "What happens now?"

Lando’s arms tightened around you. "Now I fix this."

He pulled back slightly, hands cupping your face. His thumbs brushed over your cheekbones, his eyes scanning yours for any trace of fear. "But you have to promise me something."

You swallowed hard. "What?"

His jaw tightened. "No more touching things you’re not supposed to. No more sneaking around looking for answers. And definitely no more putting yourself in danger just because you’re curious."

Despite the seriousness of the situation, you smirked. "You’re really asking for a lot there, Norris."

His lips quirked, but his grip didn’t loosen. "I mean it, love."

Something in his voice made your heart clench.

Lando was many things—ruthless, feared, powerful—but when it came to you, he was just a man terrified of losing what mattered most.

You sighed dramatically. "Fine, I promise."

He didn’t look convinced.

"I’m serious!" You placed a hand over your heart. "No more poking around in mafia business."

Lando raised a brow. "That was too easy."

You rolled your eyes. "Would you rather I argue with you?"

His lips twitched. "Actually, no." He leaned in, his breath warm against your cheek. "For once, I’d like to win."

You bit your lip, trying to hold back a smile. "Well, enjoy it while it lasts."

Lando let out a small chuckle before his hands slid to your waist, pulling you even closer. His forehead rested against yours, and for the first time that night, he let himself breathe.

"You scare the hell out of me," he murmured.

You closed your eyes, fingers threading through his curls. "I know."

A beat of silence. Then—

"Please stop making that face," he groaned suddenly. "I’m trying to be mad at you."

You pulled back just enough to see his expression. "What face?"

"That face." He gestured vaguely. "The one where you look all innocent and cute and like you didn’t just make me age five years in the last ten minutes."

You grinned. "So you do think I’m cute."

Lando groaned, dropping his head to your shoulder in defeat. "You’re impossible."

You laughed, threading your fingers through his hair. "But you love me anyway."

He lifted his head, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple. "Yeah," he murmured. "I do."

And just like that, the weight of the night melted away.

Because no matter what danger lurked in the shadows, you and Lando were unbreakable.

Thank you for reading!

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[miabebe]

Anything and Always (YJH)

Was it really love if it didn't include just a little madness? What was love if it didn't cross the line? And how was it love if it wasn't regardless of anything and longer than always?

Pairing - Afab!reader x Yoon Jeonghan

Word count - 3.9K (this is a miracle)

Genre - Oof buckle up my friends. This is a halloween special so I tried not hold back - its a psycho-thriller, there's smut and then there's more pyscho-ness, it's a rideee! Warnings under the cut!

A/n - It's the week leading up to Halloween folks! Unfortunately I'm not the biggest fan of clowns and ghosts and vampires etc, but I do love me a good dose of psychos (who I think are scarier btw) so here you goooo! You can also check out Seungcheol's and Joshua's!

Big big big thanks to @tusswrites and @tomodachiii - you guys were really the hands behind this one ❤️

warnings - death, murder, blood, lots of toxic emotions like jealousy, possessiveness, extreme insensitivity, PDA, sex in a public place but no one sees them? unprotected sex, rough sex, filthy talk, marking, manhandling, mentions of blowjobs and sloppy seconds, mentions of exhibitionism, choking, creampie, fingering, stalking, obsession, disposing bodies mentioned?, honestly this whole fic is just a warning at this point, idk what to say

“.....Police say that this is possibly the most brutal act of violence they have come across in Seoul city in a long time. The forensics department is still trying to identify the body but estimate that the time of death might have been around 6 months ago. The motive of the crime is still unclear and….”  

Ignoring the sound of the tv you glanced at the two figures on the other side of the glass, standing close to each other, snickering away. Your hand tightened around the letter opener, the sharp edge slicing your skin open, blood trickling down your fist. The crimson felt cold but there was a strange fire coursing through your being.

How dare she? How dare she twirl her hair like a schoolgirl and put her hands on him? And what kind of fool did she take you to be? Did she think you couldn’t see the way she was stuck to your boyfriend like a leech or did she want you to see her making a move on your man? If it was the latter then she was most definitely successful – your eyes hadn’t left their huddled figures in the last ten minutes. At least not until red began to leak onto the papers strewn on the table. Groaning slightly, you quickly let the blade go and grabbed a tissue instead.

But you couldn’t let go of what was happening outside.

Pushing your chair back, you reached for your red satin gloves and slipped them on, covering your wound. It stung as the cloth grazed your skin but you knew it would feel better later, when you’ll run your hand through your boyfriend’s soft tresses as he fucks you into oblivion. He always made everything so much better. 

In complete contrast to the professional approach you’ve always advised your employees to maintain, you opened the door of your cabin and walked over to the pair, hugging your boyfriend from behind, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Han.” You muttered, placing a soft kiss on the side of his neck before glancing at the woman before you. She tried not to look at you, the same way the entire office was averting their eyes, choosing to look down at the floor instead. Afterall, no one wanted to see their boss romancing right in the middle of the workspace. You didn’t care what they thought, at least not anymore. All that mattered to you was what Jeonghan felt, so when he slowly pulled your hands away from him, you were a little hurt.

But in all fairness, Jeonghan was always like this. Always so wary of people around him, always so conscious, always so proper. If you were being honest, even you used to be the same until a few months ago. Until Jeonghan came into your life to be precise.

Before him life was different. Inheriting your father’s company at such a young age meant you had to prove you were worthy, you had to make sure you were taken seriously. That’s why you made it a point to enforce discipline at work – employees always had to be on time, tardiness was looked down upon, improper dressing was not allowed, discussing anything unrelated to work was not permitted and office romance was strictly forbidden. Again, all that was until Jeonghan made his way into your office one fine day, to interview for the position of your secretary.

You still remembered the moment he walked into your room, clutching his file against his chest, looking around with big eyes. Your childhood nanny turned caretaker introduced him, stating he was a smart guy who just finished his MBA and had a lot of potential. Apparently, a few months ago, he was recruited on the street and used to work as a part time model in your company – you couldn’t seem to recollect his face as he went on explaining how he wanted to do a more serious job now. Surely you would have known if the literal man of your dreams worked in the same space as you right? But then again, before your father died and you took over, you used to work in the writing column of this fashion magazine, the photography side of things was never in your radar. Yoon Jeonghan was never in your radar.

Making him your secretary was quite an easy decision – he had the qualifications, he already knew the company in and out and very soon, he knew you just the same too. 

Well, almost. 

He knew you took your coffee with foam art but he didn’t know it was because you liked that concentrated look on his face when he making it. He knew you always wore gloves as a fashion statement, but didn't know it was also to stop yourself from digging your nails into your skin every time you were stressed. He knew your caretaker and how important she was to you, but he didn’t know she was the closest thing you had to a mother, one whose presence you craved since you were a child. He knew inheriting this company had always been your dream but he didn’t know it was you who mixed the sleeping pills in your father’s milk that led to his overdose. 

Albeit you only added enough to make sure he wouldn’t make it to the extremely important meeting the next day. The idea was that you would have gotten the chance to replace him as CEO temporarily and show the board your talent, but apparently your father was weak enough to die from that miniscule amount, allowing you to permanently take over his role. But this wasn’t your fault, was it? So there was nothing for Jeonghan to know about it. 

Though there were a few things that he had discovered over time that a part of you wished he hadn’t - your anger, your impulsiveness, your stubbornness, your possessiveness…. He didn't know how bad it could get, but Jeonghan knew enough. That’s why the first thing he did when he pulled away from your grip was lead you to the private washroom in your cabin and fuck you mindless, thrusting into you hard and fast, letting your mark his neck carelessly.

Letting you mark him as yours.

“Fuck, baby.” He sighed, pulling you closer and wrapping your legs around his waist. Your pencil skirt went further up your torso as your boobs spilled out of your bra thanks to his sheer force as he showed no signs of slowing down. The granite of the sink counter felt unbearably cold against your bare ass but you didn’t care. Not when this position allowed him to ram into you while you ran your glove clad fingers in his hair, moaning right into his ear, and coaxing him further.

“Cum in me Hannie.” You purred, fingers digging into his arm. “Don't you want to fuck it back into me after work? I know how much you love your own sloppy seconds.”

“Don’t.” He groaned, his thrusts becoming harsher just at the thought of it. “We have an investor meeting after work today and I need to go pick up my niece after that. We can’t, baby.”

You rolled your eyes before pulling him into a heated kiss. This was what you loved and hated about this man. From day one, he was incredibly efficient, always so aware of your schedules, of which client calls to avoid, which pen to carry to sign official documents - he was the perfect secretary, always keeping an eye on everything. He was also a perfectly good man, always donning the sweetest smile, trying to be helpful, staying alert about your smallest needs and wants. As much as you loved how he looked after you, it was seeing him being nice to everyone else that bothered you. 

Why did he have to lean over the desk of the girl clearly pretending to be stupid when he clarified her doubts? Why did he always agree to the dinners and the after work parties that various women in the company invited him to? Why did the lady in the canteen always bat her eyes at him and give him extra sandwiches? And was it your fault that one fine day nearly all these women decided to mass resign from your company? Yeah maybe you glared at them a bit too much and maybe you increased their workload to an unbearable amount but they chose to resign, that wasn’t on you right? Honestly, you should have stopped employing women after that - at least then you wouldn’t have hired her and seen her getting all handsy with your man.

“Stop thinking about her.” 

Pulling you off the counter Jeonghan spun you around, letting you look at your fucked out face in the mirror. Your lipstick was smudged at the edges and the remnants of his cum were still at the corner of your lips from when you let him fuck your mouth minutes ago. “Eyes and mind on me when I’m fucking you, sweetheart.” He grabbed your face with his hand, squeezing it roughly. “The only thought that should be in your pretty little head is me, so stop thinking about her.”

And this was yet another reason you loved this man. He knew you like the back of his hand. He could tell from the slightest change in your expression what exactly you were thinking. He could tell from the furrow of your eyebrow what exactly you needed. He could tell when you wanted to be handled softly, and gently made love to and when you needed to just be fucked like a ragdoll. Right now, you just needed him to fuck the inappropriate thoughts out of your head and that’s exactly what he was doing, snapping his hips against yours with a relentless pace. Jeonghan might be someone who looked sweet and soft and fragile but man was he capable of fucking like a beast. No wonder you fell in love with him.

The moment you realised you had fallen head over heels for him, the first thing you did was simply tell him. Though it took him a fleeting moment, he confessed that he had been in love with you for the longest time now. Brfore you could properly even kiss him, he pushed you against the office window 78 floors high and fucked you right against it, ignoring the hundreds of staff on the other side of the glass cabin who didn’t know what to do but immediately evacuate from the floor. 

Since then, you had gotten the glass tinted and the two of you had christened almost every piece of furniture in your cabin in a similar fashion. You had Jeonghan’s things moved into your office from his cubicle and at any point you were not working, there was only one thing you were doing. Rather, one man you were doing. People would walk in on you more often than you liked to admit but stopping wasn’t an option and shame really wasn't a part of your character profile anymore. Only one thing mattered, then, now and always - Jeonghan, Jeonghan, Jeonghan. 

“Oh god I’m close fuck fuck fu…” You felt your mouth hang as the feeling began to tighten in you, your legs weakening. With a hand on your back, Jeonghan pushed you onto the marble of the counter, your breasts and cheek pressed onto it, his other hand on your neck, pinning you in place

“Me too baby.” He groaned, fucking himself in you harder, momentarily forgetting how tight his grip around your neck was. The oxygen to your brain being cut off only made you feel more insane, mumbling meaningless words as you felt yourself being split open by the man you love. It was only when he saw your eyes nearly roll back that he loosened his hold, pressing his fingers into the soft skin on your hips, thrusting faster and deeper, grazing that spot again and again until you finally snapped. With a loud unintelligible moan, your walls fluttered around him, clamping his length and coating it with slick in a way that immediately sent him over the edge as he came, spilling into you in spurts. With a few more thrusts he continued to ride out his high like he didn't want to leave your warmth but when you winced at the overstimulation, he grimaced and finally pulled out.

As the two of you caught your breaths, slowly straightening yourself, you turned, finding yourself towered by him. Sighing, he caught your lips with his in a sweet kiss, in complete contrast to the way he slipped his fingers into your hole, pushing his cum further into you, for later. When the two of you finally parted, he stepped back, pulling up and buttoning his pants with a small smirk on his face. You smiled back, adjusting the panties he wasn’t even bothered to remove in his urgency, as you rang for your caretaker. Like always she would help you with your clothes, hair, makeup and make you look presentable but what was the point? Anyways, in a few hour’s time, everyone would get off work and you’d have to attend that one last meeting of the day but since it was just an audio call, you could still ride Jeonghan on your office chair while you were at it. You knew how much he loved the sight of his dick covered in his own cum pumping in and out of you so another round today was a given.

Just as Jeonghan finished dressing himself, your caretaker walked in with a fresh set of clothes, trying not to meet either of your eyes as always. Normally, Jeonghan didn’t hang around till you were made decent to the public eye, he let you have your space to dress but today it was like he could tell you wanted him around. Though his neck was littered with the red of bruises and your lipstick, and he smelled like he was doused in the sweet scent of you, the image of that woman’s hand on him kept flashing in your mind. You knew he could tell you had slipped back into those thoughts as he sighed, shaking his head. 

Putting his arm out he stopped the older woman, much to your surprise. “Let me.” 

And she did, handing your clothes to him before bowing deeply and excusing herself from there. 

Your eyes followed Jeonghan as he slowly undressed you of your wrinkled clothes, sweetly kissing you anywhere and everywhere he could. You loved feeling his mouth on you like this and you know he loved it too, you could feel his lips curl into a smile against your skin. Except when he slipped your gloves off; then his expression shifted to one of pained worry.

“What happened?” He looked at you confused. “Y/n what-“

“I’m fine.” You brushed him off, but his grip on your wrist was tight. “I wasn’t careful when I used the letter opener so it just….”

“Baby.” If he could tell you were lying, you didn’t know. He just kissed your palm softly, looking at you like he was hurting more than you were. 

This man loved you. He loved you so much. He loved you just the way you were, he always made sure to let you know just how much he cared, yet you couldn’t help but continue to obsess over that memory. 

Shaking your head, you kissed him back, long and hard. 

You had to get it out of your mind. You had to do whatever it took to get it out of your mind.

This entire weekend you didn’t get to see Jeonghan thanks to his niece’s birthday. 

As much as you shouldn’t be jealous of a little girl for getting so much of your boyfriend’s attention, you were. You didn’t like anyone getting between you and Jeonghan but knowing how much he loved her, you were willing to let it slide. You still wanted to see him first thing Monday morning so you made sure to reach work as early as you could and were waiting by the door for him. 

Instead, to your surprise and disappointment, you were met with the familiar face of just the woman you didn’t want to see as she limped in, bandages scattered all over her body, her arm in a cast, hanging in a sling around her neck. 

Running your eyes over it, a small triumphant smile creeped on your face – now let her try and touch your man.

As though on cue, Jeonghan walked in, his eyes flickering between both the women before him. Reaching for your hand he pulled out the white glove you had donned today, running his finger along the fading wound. Seeing that it was much better, he interlaced his fingers with yours, and led you away to your cabin, without sparing his colleague a second look. You though, turned around just to catch sight of her dejected face. 

As Jeonghan prepared your morning coffee, you wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your chin on his shoulder, looking at the way he meticulously pressed the coffee powder. There was no fear or possessiveness in this hug, you were just happy. Jeonghan made you happy. He always made sure you were happy. 

Since the day he began working in this company, your smile was what he craved for the most. No, not since he began working as your secretary - since he was recruited as a model, when he first laid his eyes on you. 

It was during a press conference, announcing you had joined your father's company now that you had graduated from business school. You looked so prim and proper, like a sweet little girl from a high society, a perfect heiress with your glove clad hands clasped, resting on your lap modestly. Something about you was just so…. innocent, so easy to corrupt. It made Jeonghan fear for you - The corporate world was harsh and cutthroat. Sweet little things like you didn't belong here. 

But over time Jeonghan learnt you weren't the little innocent girl you seemed like after all. He saw how ambitious you were, willing to even put down others to climb the ladder, willing to do anything. He saw your anger and the things it made you do. He saw your tantrums when you didn't get what you wanted. He saw everything because Jeonghan was always watching. Always. 

He was watching you at work, he was watching you make your way home, he was watching what you did in your little penthouse, strutting around in your pretty night dresses…. Jeonghan was always watching. That's how he knew that you liked men with longer hair, and that you preferred them blonde and tall and lean. That's how he made sure to groom himself, to become the man of your dreams. Because he knew exactly what your dreams were - afterall, he always watched you sleep too. 

That's also how he knew the number of sleeping pills you added in your father's milk weren't right. Yes you were ambitious and vile but you were short sighted. What you needed wasn't an opportunity to prove yourself but a permanent position to lead the company. That was your dream after all and Jeonghan would do whatever it took to make them come true. That's why he slipped in more pills into the glass - silly little you could surely not have thought so far.

The thing that Jeonghan didn't take into consideration though, was how inaccessible you would be to him once you became CEO. He didn’t get to see you as often and even if he did, you always had company. You were constantly monitored, always followed by security, always protected. He needed other ways of getting close to you, other ways he could keep an eye on you. 

The first step was to get your previous secretary to resign. Honestly, that was probably the hardest step along the way - no matter what Jeonghan did, and mind you, he did everything possible, she did not step down from her position. So he did what he had to make sure she never returned, to make sure they didn't ever find her.

Although he might have been a little less successful on that front - from what he heard on the news yesterday, it turned out that after all this while, they finally had found her. He just hoped that the cops didn't dig around there any further - it wasn't like anything could trace back to him, he made sure of that, but he didn't know if they could digest everything they would find in his favorite dumping spot. Afterall, he had to make all those who truly knew him disappear - he couldn't take the risk of anyone letting you know what he was capable of. Of how far he was willing to go for you.

Your caretaker knew. She was the only one who knew but Jeonghan needed her. He needed someone you trusted to recommend him to you so he dealt with her in a way that was far easier - he just promised her he would pick up her granddaughter everyday after working hours and make sure she reached home safely as long as she kept her mouth shut and introduced him to you. The old lady was a sensible one - she did what she was told. Perhaps she knew that if she didn't, no one would question if her foot were to accidentally slip and send her plunging down 78 stories. No one would care. 

But if anything similar were to happen to the colleague who was trying to make a move on him yesterday, Jeonghan knew you would be suspected. He couldn't have that happen, he couldn't have anything happen to you. 

That's why he followed the woman around over the weekend, making note of where she went and what she did, waiting for the perfect opportunity to make his move. She told all the concerned employees asking her that she was too drunk and so she didn't realise she had walked into incoming traffic and Jeonghan didn’t see the need to correct her - she didn't walk on her own will, she was shoved. 

But then again, all that happened was she broke an arm and a few ribs, and dislocated her shoulder, it was hardly anything. At least when compared to the wound on your hand because of her. All that mattered was that the sight of her finally seemed to have put a smile on your face, knowing that he wouldn't have those hands on him again. That was enough for him, your happiness was enough for him. For that he would do anything. 

“Thank you for all that you do for me Han.” You muttered against his skin breathing in the combined scent of him and the coffee as he smiled to himself. But of course.  

Topping off your drink with a tiny foam heart, he turned to hand it to you, receiving your sweet smile in return. It made him scoff inwardly. Look at you, pretending to be all innocent. 

Like you too weren’t obsessively stalking her over the weekend.

Like it wasn’t your car that caused the accident that night. 

Like you didn’t pay off the cops to let you go while your employee laid bleeding and unconscious on the road. 

You always tried to hide so much behind that saccharine smile, but how could you? How could you when he was always watching? How could you when he would do anything to be by your side? How could you when he loved you more than anything Y/n? 

More than anything and longer than always. 

A/n - This is the first time I've dabbled in a genre like this so I'm nervous - kind comments and just thoughts in general are much appreciated! You can also check out Seungcheol's and Joshua's :)

[leonsgfpost]

note: hello, this is my first post and english is not my first language, please understand me haha. I'm sorry if there are any mistakes, I'm a little nervous. I would appreciate your support, btw thanks 🎀💗

tags: smut, daydreaming and fantasizing, leon is a pervert, leon RE2 x f!reader.

Leon has never been a high libido guy. He's had one girlfriend in his whole life and a few causal encounters with girls after he got off work. And he enjoyed it, but it was no more than that. A passing moment of pleasure. His sex drive was something he could handle.

Until you came into his life.

The first time Leon saw you, he swore you were an angel. Pretty hair, pretty smile and bright eyes that made his knees weak. But it was no more than that, just an innocent thought. And quickly that little crush on you gradually grew.

At first, he would daydream that he could walk up to you to talk without stumbling over his words like an idiot, and you would smile at him so sweetly that he would forget his name. Maybe I would imagine you on a date. What kind of clothes would you wear? Would you be more shy or funny? What movie would you choose to watch when you two got to the cinema? He would kiss you softly and leave you at your front door. He would be a gentleman for you. But quickly, he began to yearn for more than just a casual greeting or small, empty, casual conversations in the police station break room. When he was alone in the privacy of his room, his imagination would quickly start to run wild and he'd end up with his hands inside his sleep pants jerking his dick hard like he was a fucking teenager again. And that was what Leon had become because of you, a dumb hormonal teenager begging for attention. He mind filled with thoughts he hadn't had in a while. The wet dreams were not long in coming. He had to run to masturbate in the bathroom after a little interaction that returned tight his blue pants tucked snugly. He blushed furiously when their gazes met. God, he was a loser when it came to you.

And here he was again, rubbing his cock hard in the loneliness of his room. Your name falling from his lips with little pleas.

"Please... Please, I just want-" He couldn't finish speaking, choking on his pathetic moans. He hand was rapidly going up and down on him, fantasizing that it was your hand in reality. Little beads of sweat pooling under his blond hair. The constant image of you, lying on his bed and spreading your pretty legs for him tormented him. He just wanted to sink his face into you, run his eager tongue through your folds and drown in the nectar of your pussy. How would you like it? Would you be noisy if he put two fingers inside you? Would you pull his hair hard or just cry while he eats you? He's dying to know. Die to know what kind of expressions you'd put on when he sinks into your heat hard, too stunned to finally have you. Die to know what kind of expressions would cross that pretty face of yours. At the way your nails would dig into his skin leaving marks. He swears he can see you clearly underneath him, his eyes fixed on how his cock slips in and out and his hands firmly hold your thighs. Leon doesn't consider he to have a good physique, but come on. He could hold you still against the mattress as he immobilizes you with his weight, forcing you to take every inch of him.

"You like that, babe? Huh-?" he asks the air, too lost in his cloud and how his hand squeezed his cock, fantasizing that they were your walls.

"Tell me it feels good, moan my name.... P-Please-!" He murmured, his hips ramming his own hand with need. The spiral of his orgasm forming quickly in his belly, because since you appear in his mind, he can't hold back and ends up cumming too fast. Your face prettily flushed, your eyebrows furrowed in pleasure and making the hottest expressions towards making Leon's mind spin senselessly.

"Leon, Leon-" He swears he can hear your voice ringing in his head, causing him to roll back on the pillows. Your body jerking from his onslaught, your tits bouncing from the jerky movements and his thumb making quick little circles on your clit was from his favorite fantasies to use right now. Your sweet moans asking him to cum inside was what made his hips jerk, your fingers digging into his skin keeping him from pulling away. And he knows, he knows he could fill you so good you'd go silly for a bit of his dick. Though he was the loser who would beg to get his hands on you.

His breathing becomes heavier, his face puckers with pleasure and his back arches slightly, pushing his hips higher to meet his hand.

He imagines your bright eyes opening to look at him, your eyelashes slightly wet with tears and opening your lips to moan his name. And with that image, his orgasm ran over him like a train. His cock jerking hard as strands of cum splattered across his abdomen and thighs, making a mess. His eyes squeezed shut tight, letting out a long, low, wild moan. His mind took a while to clear, imagining a cute, drunken smile on your lips as he filled you. He was fucked. As he slowly came down from that high, his eyes focused again and his cock softened, jerking his hand through the fat strands of his fluids dropping his fingers.

"Damn." He muttered staring at the ceiling intently, his pupils dilated and his chest heaving with every heavy breath he took.

He was definitely going to ask you out tomorrow. He had to do it before he went crazy.

I'm so in love with him I'm losing my mind. Please let me know if u liked this!

update: omg, this got more support than I thought!! You can now find the second part on my profile! 🎀

bye, bye (💌)

[woozinhos]

jeonghan waking you up in the middle of the night because he’s needy

(btw I really love your fics!)

stop anon you’re so cute thank you so much I was writing some previous requests and saw this and was like .O. Yes need to write now so here you go hehe

Jeonghan stirred in his sleep, feeling a familiar ache building in his body.

He reached out blindly in the dark, his hand searching for you until he found you lying next to him.

He rolled over, his body pressing against yours as he nuzzled into your neck.

"Baby," he whispered, his voice rough with need. "Wake up."

You stirred at the sound of his voice, slowly waking up to the feeling of Jeonghan's body pressed against yours.

He was already half-hard, his erection pressing insistently against your thigh as he continued to nuzzle into your neck.

"I need you," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. "Please, wake up."

You could feel the urgency in his touch, the way his hands roamed over your body with a needy desperation.

He pulled you closer, his hips grinding against yours as he sought out more friction.

"I couldn't sleep," he whispered, his lips trailing kisses along your jawline. "I just kept thinking about you...thinking about how much I wanted you."

Jeonghan pulled back slightly, his eyes glinting in the darkness as he looked down at you.

"I know you're tired," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of frustration. "But I need you so badly. Can't you just...please me once?"

You turn to him saying “Just use me in my sleep Hannie”

Jeonghan's eyes widened at your words, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before being replaced by pure lust.

"You want me to use you while you sleep?" he repeated, his voice low and rough. "You want me to take what I need from you, even when you're not fully awake?"

Jeonghan's eyes roamed over your body as you turned onto your stomach, taking in the sight of your curves on full display.

He let out a low growl, his hands immediately reaching out to grip your hips and pull them up, positioning you on your knees.

You were now on all fours, your body bent over and exposed to him.

Jeonghan's hands roamed over your skin, tracing the curves of your back and the swell of your ass.

He could see the evidence of your previous encounters, the marks and bruises that littered your body a testament to his possessive nature.

Jeonghan wasted no time, his patience having worn thin.

He positioned himself behind you, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he lined himself up with your entrance.

With a sharp thrust, he pushed inside you, filling you up in one swift movement.

Jeonghan let out a loud, guttural moan as he sank into you, his body shuddering with pleasure.

He leaned forward, his chest pressed against your back as he began to move.

His thrusts were hard and fast, each one punctuated by a low whine or a breathless gasp of your name.

Jeonghan was completely lost in the moment, his usual dominant demeanor melting away as he succumbed to his need for you.

He was almost submissive in his desire, whimpering and pleading as he continued to pound into you from behind.

"Please," he gasped out, his voice needy and desperate. "Feels so good...so tight...need you so much..."

Jeonghan's movements grew more frantic, his hips snapping against yours with an almost animalistic intensity.

He was no longer holding back, completely consumed by the desire to claim you as his own.

He buried his face in your neck, his whimpers and moans muffled against your skin as he humped you desperately.

Jeonghan's whines and cries grew louder with each thrust, the sounds filling the room and echoing off the walls.

He was completely unraveled, his body trembling with pleasure as he sought release.

"Please, please, please," he chanted over and over again, his voice cracking with need. "I need to cum...need to fill you up...please let me cum inside you..."

Jeonghan could feel you nodding against him, your body still mostly asleep but your mind responding to his pleas.

He took that as permission, his hips stuttering as he drove himself closer and closer to the edge.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," he gasped out, his words barely coherent as he teetered on the brink of orgasm.

With a final, desperate thrust, Jeonghan reached his peak.

He cried out as he came, his body shuddering against yours as he spilled himself inside you once again.

He held onto you tightly, his grip almost possessive as he rode out his orgasm, his face buried in your neck as he gasped for breath.

As the last waves of pleasure washed over him, Jeonghan collapsed on top of you, his body heavy and spent.

He remained inside you for a few moments, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he tried to catch his breath.

Finally, he rolled off of you, pulling you into his arms and spooning you from behind.

Jeonghan nuzzled his face into your hair, holding you close as he came down from his high.

"You're amazing," he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of awe and exhaustion. "You're so perfect for me, so good for me..."

[xozombiee]

“AFTER HOURS!” | W. BONNEY

✫| synopsis: bartending in the west gets boring at times, especially when the same old cowboys and outlaws come through those saloon doors everyday. you’d thought this was it..that’s the end of your story. then a certain outlaw, who’s name was getting around, walked through the doors.

warnings: porn with little plot, mentions of death, riding, little praise..it’s always gonna be there, female bodied reader, lowk psy rubbing??, hair pulling me thinks, idk what else

note: am i doing this instead of my homework?…yes. also do i know wtf women wore in the 1800s? err no. i tried tho! this is not proofread btw

In a dusty, sun-kissed town nestled amidst the rugged landscape of the west, there stood a saloon that echoed with tales of grit and resilience. behind the polished mahogany bar, you stood tall with a fiery spirit that matched the flickering glow of the oil lamps that illuminated the room.

you weren’t any ordinary bartender; you were a force to be reckoned with. with glimmering eyes that held mystery, and a rough demeanor that you used to command respect from every patron who dared to enter the establishment. your hands, calloused from years of hard work, moved with grace and precision as you served up drinks that could raise spirits or drown sorrows.

though the town was dominated by rough cowboys and outlaws, you had carved out your own place in their rugged hearts. they sought solace in your presence, and you became a confidante, offering a sympathetic ear to the broken souls who stumbled through the doors.

as the sun began its descent, casting an orange hue over the town, your saloon transformed into a sanctuary of camaraderie and laughter. the clinking of glasses and the lively banter of patrons mixed with the soulful melodies of a lone pianist, creating a symphony that echoed through the wooden walls.

but behind the facade of joviality, you carried your own secrets and dreams. you arrived in this town not long ago, escaping a past that haunted your every step. determined to leave a mark on the world, you had chosen the life of a bartending, finding comfort in the stories and journeys of those who crossed paths with you.

with swift movements back and forth behind your bar, you served drinks to the men celebrating..whatever it was this time. they sang along with others, their words jumbled and lazy, but undoubtedly filled with passion. you laughed as one of them sung to you, his eyes droopy and a crooked smile at his lips.

cleaning a few glasses, you watch as they all chat amongst themselves, if they weren’t still singing that is. a part of you yearned to have a life like theirs. to be free to do whatever you please, and not be told otherwise. you’d liked the idea of running from place to place and meeting new people. though, that’d never happen for you.

your back turns as you gather the clean glasses together, putting them neatly side by side. the sound of the saloon doors open, a sound you were used to by now. with your back still turned, you notice how most of the attendees in the saloon had gone quiet, watching as the person and their footsteps approached the bar.

turning back around, you come face to face with a taller man. he wore a shabby black hat, a maroon corduroy jacket that sat along his shoulders, and a gun at his waist. two actually, you noted as the jacket moved when he sat at the bar.

with a polite smile, you come closer, holding his gaze with yours. “evening, sir. what can i get you?”

he gives you a tight lipped smile, “whiskey, please.”

you hold his gaze for a second longer before glancing back at the people in the saloon. they stared with either fear, or curiosity in their faces. a scowl grows on your lips, muttering a small ‘drunkards’ under your breath.

the man watches as you place a clean glass onto the bar, and grab a bottle filled with brown liquid. his gaze moves to the drink as it pours into the cup, almost filling to the brim.

“you look familiar,” your voice chimes in again. “have i seen you in here before?”

he shakes his head, gaze falling back to yours. “nah.” he replies. “just passing through.”

with a sigh falling from your nose, you try to read his expression; he looked tired. you weren’t an idiot, it was obvious he was on the run. you’d seen his face on the posters, but didn’t know what his name was or what he was wanted for.

your fingernail taps against the glossy wood of the bar. trying to hide your sympathetic expression, you glance around the room. “if you need anything else, let me know, yeah?”

he nods, watching as you walk away to tend to the other customers. the way you moved was calm despite working in such an intense environment. his eyes trailed up and down your figure before taking a sip from his glass.

it seemed like hours passed as you worked. going back and forth behind the counter was time consuming as it passed so quickly. more and more people were leaving the bar as the early hours of the next day were coming.

as you went to grab some glasses from tables, you notice as the man before was still at the bar. his head was hung low, eyes trained on his glass. he’d had about three glasses of whiskey by now, only taking sips from time to time.

you’d noticed through the night how people tried to approach him. he’d usually brush them off, or making small talk that ended in peaceful silence. he wasn’t someone that was easily approachable to the blind eye. he held a strong, cold demeanor.

after gathering all the dirty glasses, and kicking the last passed out drunkard, you slide back behind the bar. you take the bucket of dirty glasses to the small sink, placing it inside before turning the water on. as it fills, you stare at it as your mind falls else where.

before it overflows, you turn the faucet off. you pour a little soap into the mix before drying your hands off to let the glasses soak. with echoing footsteps, you turn back to the bar and are face to face with the man of the night.

“want another, or is three enough?” you ask, a slight smile at your lips.

he glances up at you, studying your expression for a moment. his eyes drop back to the wooden bar, fingers tapping his halfway-empty-glass.

“this is fine.” he answers.

your elbows come to rest at the cool wood, chin in your palm as you watch him. you’d debated for most of the night to ask him what exactly he was running from. it would probably sound stupid considering how everyone and their second cousin knew about it. all except for you, as you didn’t look much into news and such.

he stares back at you, giving you the same energy within his gaze. his blue eyes analyze every bit of you, and you almost shudder at the sight of it.

“so, how long you been on the run now?” you ask, voice interrupting each of your own thoughts.

he brings the glass to his lips, downing the rest before replying. “months.” he mutters, not even phased by your abrupt question.

you hum in reply, “alone?”

“mhm.”

with his short and simple response, you laugh. it wasn’t out of humor, but rather more of irritation. you’d think someone as well known as him would talk more. most outlaws never shut up about flaunting their reputations. it’s different.

“you’re not a man of many words.” you say, not really caring about how he’d take your tone.

he shrugs, sucking his teeth a bit. “i’ve got nothing to say.”

you raise a brow, “tell me a story or something. i hear the same shit every night from my regulars. give me something new.” you request.

pouring a little more whiskey into his glass, you watch as his eyes dart to yours. “it’s on me.” you assure, giving him a smile.

the man sighs, tilting his head a little at the thought. what could he tell you? that he killed a man? that he fought a man in a saloon just like yours right before shooting him in the stomach out of defense? no..you’d probably already heard it anyways.

“what do you already know about me?” he questions, taking another sip.

your eyes squint at him, “i know you’re an outlaw on the run, obviously..and that’s about it. i don’t even know what the hell they call you.” you reply.

he chuckles, a small smile at his lips. “you’re probably one of the first.” he says. “just call me billy.”

with another hum, you nod slowly and give him your name. “billy..yeah, i think i did hear that once or twice.”

“well, either way, i don’t have many stories to tell.”

your eyes roll, a huff coming from your nose. “tell me why you’re an outlaw. i’ve heard like three different stories, and it can’t be all of them.”

billy smiles again, eyes falling from yours and to your lips for a split second. you watch him debate in his head before taking his hat off. he sets it on the empty stool next to him, running his fingers through his hair. he had brown shaggy hair that was sprawled all over his head.

“i killed a man. it was self defense.” he says, almost as if he was pleading his case.

you deadpan at him, “that’s all i get? not even a backstory?”

“there’s not much to it. he was making accusations at me..which weren’t entirely false, then he came at me. we fought over my gun, and i shot.” he elaborates, glancing at you with disinterest as if it was a meaningless story.

you fall quiet for a moment, brows raised while processing his words. that story was heard, but you didn’t know if it was the truth until now. the other stories were about robbing a bank and killing a bunch of people. hearing the actual story now..you couldn’t understand all the fuss.

a laugh falls from your lips, hand moving to pinch the bridge of your nose. “so, all this talk is because you killed a man that was attacking you?”

“yes, ma’am.”

your smile remains for a bit, eyes watching billy. “so, what now? you just gonna keep running?”

he shrugs once more, eyes kept on his glass. “probably.”

“have you at least slept?”

billy shakes his head. you chew on the inside of your cheek, contemplating multiple things in your head. if you offered him a place to sleep in the loft above your saloon, he’d probably laugh in your face. but, a part of you didn’t want him out on the street sleeping defenseless.

as a other sigh falls from you, you move away from the bar and stand straight. “i’ve got an extra room where i stay. wanna take it for the night?”

his eyes find yours, expression vague, “are you sure? i mean, i don’t wanna—”

“it’s fine. i’d feel guilty if i opened up tomorrow and my regulars are telling me you got killed in your sleep.”

billy focuses on you for awhile before taking one last sip. he lightly places the glass on the counter before moving to grab some money from his pocket.

your hand finds his wrist as he places it on the counter. “keep it. just take your ass upstairs while i finish up.”

he grins a little, grabbing his hat and standing from the stool. billy slowly moves to the door at the back of the saloon, opening it and disappearing from sight. you roll up your sleeves as you move back to the sink, dipping your hands into the soapy water to clean the glasses.

after about ten minutes, you make way up to your loft in the building. your footsteps slightly echo as you move toward the light in the living room. when you reach the floor, you watch as billy sits on the couch with his head thrown back on the edge while his hat covered up his face.

slowly approaching in front of him, you lightly kick his shin. he snaps his head up, eyes wide as his hat falls to his lap. he lets out a small breath in relief, making you smile. you watch as he sits up on the couch.

“scared the shit out of me.” he mumbles, putting that ragged hat on again.

you move to sit next to him, bouncing lightly on the cushions. “must’ve been too tired to hear me coming up the steps.”

he leans into the couch once more, eyes trained on the ceiling. you watched his expression and how he studied the whiteness of the panels above.

“penny for your thoughts?” you whisper, watching his eyes shift over to you.

billy shakes his head, scoffing a little to himself. “it’s nothing. just thinking.”

“about?”

“everything.”

you let your gaze falter, moving to the floor. “everything that’s happened?” you ask.

he nods, fidgeting with his hands in his lap. billy wants nothing more than to go back and stop everything that’s happened. to change what got him to this point.

but if he did that, he would’ve never met you. you were one of the kindest people to him since the incident. the way you carried yourself, much like him, was with confidence. he respected you, and that aspect of your personality.

“i understand what it’s like..kind of.” you say, patting down the wrinkles in your outfit. “i was never wanted, but i’ve done things. things i wish i could take back.”

billy watches as you speak, the way your lips move and the expression you hold shifts with each emotion running through you. he almost doesn’t understand what you’re saying. the only thing keeping him to reality was the fact you sounded serious.

he adjusts himself on the furniture, “what have you done?” he asks, a part of him afraid to know the answer.

“i’ve killed.” you reply, the tone of your voice dropping lowly. “it was in defense, like you.”

billy watches the way you bounce your knee against the flooring of the loft. the dress you wear moves along with it, and your shoe lightly taps.

“when did it happen?” he asks as his pure curiosity gets the best of him.

you look up at him, smiling a little. “i was fourteen.”

billy looks at you, empathizing with your situation. though he wasn’t that young when it happened, he still felt some sort of connection with your experience.

“i don’t regret killing him honestly, but i regret hurting my family and his. they didn’t deserve to go through that. it wasn’t any of their faults.” you say as you breathe out slowly.

in an small moment, his hand is on yours. it’s a light touch, like he’s afraid to hurt you. billy moves his other hand to the space beneath your chin, and shifts your head to look at him in the eyes.

his voice is light, “you were defending yourself. it wasn’t your fault either.” billy whispers.

the words make your heart swell. after everything, hearing those words made it all feel better. almost all the guilt left your veins. he was right after all. it wasn’t your fault. what that man did..you just did what you had to.

as he holds your gaze, you slowly inch toward him. his blue irises bore into yours, watching as you shift them to his lips. they were slightly chapped and held a small frown on them.

billy leaned closer to you and your breaths mingled, like two lights finding each other in the darkness. he could feel your heart beating against your ribcage, as all of his senses were focused on you and you alone.

he closed the distance, and his lips met yours. billy felt himself melt into you like a magnet. everything muted itself, and his hands made way to your waist. he pulled you onto him, your knees caging around his thighs.

your hands found their way to his jaw, pulling him even closer. he tasted your soft lips and felt your warm skin against his. the room seemed to dissolve around you as the only thing in existence was this. this perfect union.

time stood still, and you both wanted more, but neither wanting it to initiate it. then, with what restraint he had left, he pulled away, his lips still grazing yours.

he looks up at you, his eyes filled with worry. “im sorry, i didn’t mean—”

“shut up.”

pressing your lips back to his, he lets out a grunt in reply before melting into you once more. the warmth of you, your lips, your being that sat in his lap—he felt lightheaded. billy moved his hands to your waist again, slowly trailing them up your back.

you feel the buttons of your dress being undone. he stops right before taking the sleeves off, prying himself away from you. billy’s eyes look into yours for confirmation, and you give him a quick, impatient nod in reply.

with that, he pulls the dress off slowly. your lips trail from his own to his neck, putting the flesh between your teeth. he groaned, trying to focus on untying your corset.

as he removed it, he wasted no time to discard it to the floor, hands making way to take off the chemise you wore.

“all those months on the run got you impatient now, cowboy?” you mutter, laughing as he would struggle from time to time.

billy looks up at you, his gaze slightly hidden by his hat, “no, just none of the women i’ve been with wore this much underneath. i’m also not a cowboy, sweetheart.”

rolling your eyes, you grab at his wrists to stop him. he looks up at you, big eyes and all, causing the built up pressure in your lower stomach to worsen. “just leave it. i’m not wearing anything under, so don’t fuss.”

you watch him nod slowly as he started to stare, making no move to take off his clothes. “do i have to do it for you?” you whisper, hands undoing the brown suspenders on his shoulders.

he shakes his head, moving to unbutton his pants he wore. you watch the way he fumbles with them, sliding them midway down his thighs. billy’s hands eventually move back to your waist, bunching up your chemise to your hips.

billy’s eyes watch as your pretty pussy comes into view, sitting in his lap with such a prepossessing aura. he has to restrain himself from taking you right then.

his dick was hard and twitching, the length had an angry tip with its slit profusely leaking pre-cum. it looked painful and it was because of you. you. you wondered if you had power over him now for a brief second but you shake your head clear of these thoughts.

instead, you catch his lips again, the kiss slower this time. you raise yourself a bit so he can align himself to your entrance. the cool touch of his hand meets your cunt, sliding a finger through the folds and collecting the juices flowing from you.

he uses your slick and spreads it across your sensitive pussy. you took a deep breath of air into your lungs. this feeling was new, since no man you’d been with ever did this, but it wasn’t unwelcome.

a small groan falls from billy’s lips as he uses it to prep himself, guiding his hand along his cock and pumping it slowly. he was on the girthy side with veins on the underside of his cock.

you knew you would stretch around him, that your walls would be a perfect fit around his length. you were too impatient for any sort of foreplay; you wanted the stretch. you wanted him to make you dizzy with his cock splitting you apart.

billy grabs your hips with his unoccupied hand, bringing you closer to him. you let out a whimper as you began to sink onto him, eyes flicking to his. those blue ones he held were zeroed down to the place you both were connected now.

his hands are on either side of your hip, guiding you down on his length. it was after his cock was fully stuffed in you, that his self-control allowed him to almost whine at the feeling of you.

your hands are on his shoulders to support yourself. your fingers weakly fist his shirt as you begin to ride him, raising yourself a few inches before slamming down on his cock with a loud moan escaping your lips. he reached the deepest spot inside of you somehow. no one had ever done that. not like this.

his cockhead grazes your spongy spot as you fuck yourself on him. arousal and his pre-cum are smeared all over your thighs. this sight made billy’s breath hitch, something you didn't notice as you were too busy with your eyes closed and taking him. you looked completely dissoluted like this.

your hair was a mess now, your lips glossy and swollen, hands digging into his shoulder. billy felt himself become enraptured by you and this sight. it was something he could get used to..if he wasn’t an outlaw that is.

he pulls you closer to him. one of his hands is on your back, pressing you to him. his hips raise upwards to fuck you as he now lets out more vocal sounds of enjoyment.

watching him with a hazy gaze, you remove the hat from his head. you place it onto your own, grinning at how he stares up at you like you were the creator of all living beings and creatures on this earth.

moving one of your hands from his shoulder, you bring it to his hair and give some strands a tug. he groans, the vibrations of his chest transferring to his dick, which transferred to you.

each thrust of his was made for his selfishness in your velvet walls. the drag of his cock was perfect, his speed was unbelievable. it was like heaven itself, but without the pearly gates and clouds.

while stuck in your own brain, the feeling of teeth bring you back to reality. you let a shuddered sigh fall as billy digs into the collarbone that peaked from your square-necked chemise. he slowly kisses up your neck, bringing a hand to the back of your head.

“fuck..’s too good,” he mutters, trying to keep his voice even.

you laugh, making him groan a little. he looks up, watching as you bounce with one hand held on his hat to keep it on. “too good? were all your other girls shit?”

he lets out short breaths, his blue eyes studying the way you moved as if he was in a trance. billy would answer if he wasn’t on another planet right now. a planet where you were taking him so deliciously, almost to the point where he could pass out.

“fuck,” he says under his breath as your pussy clenches around him. “where do you want it?” his voice was strained from trying to keep his composure.

you pant, “inside.”

billy doesn’t waste a second before obliging and quickening his pace, making the hat on your head fall lopsided. you could feel the pressure in you tightening, almost about to burst like a pipe.

he moves his thumb to rub at your clit, and the tip of his cock repeatedly nudges against that one spot that has you falling apart on top of him with a loud cry. your orgasm hits you hard and billy can’t hold it in any longer. he fucks into you for another minute, eyes squeezed shut as he groans out your name.

billy groans when you flutter around him as you cum. he’s thrusting his hips up into you with his newfound force. it requires you to tighten your grip on his shoulders to stay put as he empties his load deep inside you, his sweet moans echoing in the living room.

your cunt milks him dry, and he fills you up to the brim—to the point where you could feel him leak out of you. the both of you pause, your hands resting on his chest as you catch your breath.

he slowly eases his cock out of you. the both of you were breathing heavily as he pulls you closer, letting you rest your head on his shoulder. you wrap you arms around his chest, listening to his heart beat.

“wanna share my bed?” you whisper.

tags: @m0rphys

[torikuna]

𝗺𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗻!𝗦𝘂𝗸𝘂𝗻𝗮 𝗮𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱

warnings: mdni, profanity, angst but also fluff lil bit lol, petname (doll), modern!sukuna x fem!reader (he’s around 25-26 yo, reader in early 20s)

your first meeting wasn’t very nice, but memorable. you were in a hurry to run errands, but suddenly you crashed into someone’s back and fell to the ground. you looked up and see a tall man in front of you, looking at you with cold crimson eyes over his shoulder, his hands in his pockets. in response to your apology, he called you a “pathetic, stupid bitch”

after that, you crossed paths a couple of times and somehow found a common language at Sukuna’s initiative. he probably said that you’re a “debtor” now because he forgave you lol

your relationship progressed slowly because it took Sukuna some time to understand and acknowledge his feelings

ofc he won't do that. you’re close to him because “i’m still not tired of you” (his words)

he is a harsh, rude, manipulative, immoral, selfish narcissist

but these qualities partially disappear in him when it comes to you

he always walks around with a frown, cold and emotionless expression on his face, but inside he’ll worry about you

tsundere. ᐢ ̥_ ̫ _ ̥ᐢ…

is something bothering you? he’ll try to comfort you by stroking your head or holding you in his lap with his arms tightly around your waist. but he won’t be able to find the right words, so he’ll just solve all your problems himself

but sometimes he can say something like “brat, calm down, your tears are annoying me.” and leaves you alone

he’s very unpredictable and you’ll have to get used to it.

more about his caring side. he should always be aware of your well-being. are you feeling sick? tell him. are you hurt? tell him. he’ll do anything to make you feel better ᡴꪫ‎

he’s doing this not because he loves you, but because “don’t die, brat, i’ve a grandiose plans on you”

he likes it when your attention is completely focused on him, so he likes to spend time with you

usually you spend dates in restaurants. “get ready, i’ll pick you up at 8pm” and he’ll ask you to wear your sexiest dress so he can show you off

what if someone bothers you? "i’ll destroy the whole world for you." he’ll kill anyone who disrespects you. does this bother you? no, you love it.

actually, i don’t think he’s very jealous and argues with you about this, rather he has boundaries of what is permitted

his eyes are always on you, anywhere, so this “pathetic fucking trash” (men) doesn’t go beyond these boundaries

“did i give permission to touch her?” /he killed him/ㅠㅠ

when he's in a bad mood he'll just take you in that sexy dress to show everyone who you belong to

he’ll fuck you all night, leaving marks on your skin while you beg him to forgive you. your hands are pinned to the bed above your head etc

“you sorry? heh, five minutes ago you didn’t look like you were sorry”, “you’re only mine.. sigh that guy can’t fuck you the way i do. only i can touch you”, “i know you like it.. sigh you needy, dirty doll, just cum for me”

he’s possessive.

the next day it’ll hurt to walk ଘ(|lI.‸.)

he resolves other conflicts with you diplomatically, but sometimes he can be quite rude and impulsive

but this rarely happens, because after this he feels guilty. yes, he knows what guilt is, but he’ll never apologize :)

in general he rarely snaps at you, mostly his attitude is special, he treats you like a princess

while he hates everyone around, you can calmly come up to him at any time and hug him and he won’t mind

and also he protects you from curses, men and rude ppl around you

btw, when at night he pulls you closer to him, hugging you tightly while your head lies on his chest and you feel his heavy and even breathing, it’s not because he likes it, but because you need to be protected (that’s what he calls it)

people around you don't understand how you can date him, he can kill you at any moment. everyone is afraid of him

but not you.

he’s secretly grateful to you for your attitude towards him. you were never afraid of him, you always treated him with understanding and kindness

you’re the one who will show him what love is, you’ll teach him this. it’s “i don't believe in love” and “i’ll show you what love can be” trope <з

he himself doesn’t know what attracted him to you, but he knows for sure that you’re the only person who evokes a storm of emotions in him, making his heart beat uncomfortably fast, awakening feelings unfamiliar to him

and he finds it interesting. he finds you interesting.

[ihavethedreamies]

Don't Poke the Bear | Jongho [NSFW]

Choi Jongho - ATEEZ

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~6.9k 🫢 (over 2k of it is smut btw)

Pairing: Bear-Hybrid!Jongho x Fox-Hybrid!AFAB!Reader

Genre: Hybrid AU!, Historical/Period, Reader-Insert, Fluff, Smut, Some Plot, Strangers-to-Friends-to-Lovers

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Pet Names (Sweetheart, Sunshine, Precious, etc.), Swearing, Kissing, Hickeys/Marking, Heat/Rut, Pheromones, Oral (M! Receiving), Deepthroating/Face-Fucking, Big Dick! Jongho (of course), Size Differences, Size Kink, Praise Kink, Cockbulge, Over-Stimulation, Unprotected Sex (This is pre-birth control so…)

Trigger Warning: There is mentions of guns in this, but its just a revolver and the reader shoots it once at a target. That's it.

Author's Note: This is NOT Omegaverse, but there is a mention of Jongho being an 'alpha'. They have animals ears and tails. Jongho is bigger here than he is in real life, probably about 6'5"/196 cm, since he's a bear hybrid. This is set in about Wild West times, so around 1830s, but it's not a Western themed story.

I will be doing all the members and uploading them as I go. I normally like to upload a whole series at a time but I'm trying to pack to move.

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Revised (1/31/25)

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When your stomach groans, again, you groan back.

"Shut up, I'm looking." you tell it. You get no response. Sighing deeply, you stumble a bit on a root, catching yourself with a hand on the tree trunk. You have no idea why, but for the last two days, you haven't been able to find any prey. Sniffing in distaste, you hold up an arrow, looking at the completely clean arrowhead. Letting your arm down, the arrow lays at your side. You glance down at your other slack arm; bow held in that hand. What's the point of having a weapon if there’s nothing to kill to eat with it? You wonder what full foxes do when they can’t find anything to eat. Starve? No, the probably move on to a different area. A bit harder to do that since you settled in the area nearly four months prior and have no intention of leaving. Your semi-permanent shelter ss finally finished, nice and cozy, and you love the area you’re in. Normally it’s simple to get food, just step outside your hut and shoot a hare out in the field. When you’re not able to see anything, you instead go deeper into the woods that your home lies at the edge of. But there’s even less there, if it’s possible. You’re getting closer to the river, but you aren’t very good at fishing. Hitting a rabbit or squirrel with an arrow is actually much easier than a fish. Might have to try though, since you’ve run out of food completely the day prior. It’s late fall, getting closer to winter, and so there isn’t really anything to forage for either. Everything has been eaten by deer or other animals. Since you’re hungry, so hungry, your steps are uneven and clumsy.

"Fuck!" Your long tail catches on the thorns of some bush, knocking you down to your knees. Yanking the appendage to free it, you yipe, looking back at the branches to see a tuft of rusty orange fur left behind. Running your hands over your tail, the spot isn’t noticeable, but it stings. Scratching the back of your ear at the top of your head, you get back up, continuing toward the water. You can hear the river water rushing over some rocks, most likely a short waterfall. Before you can even see the river though, you see a building to your left. Getting closer, it’s a fairly large shelter, much bigger and nicer than yours. An actual cabin rather than a weird cross between a tent and a hut. It’s most likely older and whoever built it also most likely had known what they’re doing. What really catches your eye though, are the fish strung up on a line between two wooden poles. Your mouth waters, one of the giant salmon will easily feed you for a week if you cure it properly and ration it. You feel your tail wag a bit at the thought, and you eagerly stalk forward. The thought of who had caught the fish, and who the dwelling belongs to doesn’t even cross your mind, way too hungry.

"Come to mama~" You giggle and right when your long claw-like nails get close to pulling the fish off the line, someone grabs the back of your shirt. Yelping in shock, you feel your feet leave the ground, just an inch or two, your captor easily lifting you. Your legs scramble helplessly in the air as you flounder, hands going to grapple at the one holding you. The person lifts you even higher in retaliation and so you wiggle and squirm harder.

"Let me go!" you shout and that seems to work, but then you land hard on your butt.

"Ow, fuck!" You scramble to get up and to your feet, spinning to see who the heck has grabbed you. What human is stupid enough to mess with a fox hybrid- Bear. Bear hybrid, that's who. Not a human. Your ears press back and down against your skull, tail tucking between your legs, no longer snapping back and forth. The male raises an eyebrow, and you get a good look at his face. He’s gorgeous. All of him, really, not just his face. That, though, very handsome. He’s covered from the neck down in dark brown hide, the arms and collar of his jacket lined with thick fur. You don’t know if his pants are so tight from their cut or if his thighs are just that thick, and you honestly hope for the latter…Or do you? He’s thick with muscle all over. He shifts his stance, hands resting on his belt, standing over you, staring. The dominance emanating from him strikes through you, and you aren’t sure if you should feel scared or aroused. You have met bear hybrids before, that's not what’s doing it, it’s something from him. It makes you wonder…

"A-are you an alpha or something?" you boldly ask. There are some predator hybrids that seem to be more in touch with their animal nature than others, and he sure seems like one of them.

"I'm not a canine." He speaks down to you, literally, he’s fucking massive. The top of your head barely reaches his chin.

"I-I know…"

"Only canines have alphas."

"Then what are you?" He scoffs at your brazen question.

"Why should I answer, vixen, when you came here to steal my food?" He starts to walk toward you, so you pounce to the side, turning to keep your face toward him. You watch his hands go to the hook holding the salmon, taking it down off the line. Your tail whips once, nervously, and you hope he can’t hear your heart pounding. You aren’t sure how you feel about him, how to feel about how much bigger he’s than you, stronger. He smells so fucking good too-

"I-I'm hungry, okay?! I haven't had any meat in two days!" You try to defend yourself, your voice cracking pitifully.

"You say that like you don't normally steal." His sneer is evident in his tone, and you scoff hard.

"I don't!"

"You're a fox, right?"

"Not all foxes steal! You big…brute!" He doesn’t respond, just walks around the pole holding one end of the line, toward the front of his cabin.

"H-hey!" You know you should have taken the chance to flee, that would’ve been smart, but instead you trail after him. Those fish look too good, and you notice he’s easily carrying the string of five over his shoulder. His big boots thump across the hard, cold ground, your much lighter feet barely making a sound. When you catch up to him, coming around the cabin, he’s laying the fish down on a wooden table it looks like he might have made himself.

"D-do you cook them?" Your mouth waters. You prefer your meat cooked, that’s probably the human part of you, but the fox part of you can eat raw if necessary.

"I-if…If I do something for you in return, can I have a fish?" you ask, stepping forward carefully, tail snapping behind you. You’re pointing at the one you had been reaching for, which is the smallest one.

"What could you do for me, vixen?" He’s standing back up again, hands on his belt. Why does he have to just stand like that? There’s no need. Does he just stand like that normally? His question registers then, and your brain kicks into gear trying to think of an answer. You’ve offered help, but that doesn’t mean you know what kind of help. That’s his part of the exchange.

"What do you want me to do…he-bear?" For the life of you, you can’t think then of what a male bear is called. He huffs at your attempt to match his confidence. Your eyes flit to his chest, shirt struggling and stretching over his chest just from him breathing.

"Jongho."

"What?"

"My name. Please don’t ever call me 'he-bear' again."

"Oh…Jongho. Uh, I'm (Y/N)."

"Can you climb?"

"Climb?"

"Can you climb a tree?"

"Oh, yes." Your eyes follow his thumb when he jabs it toward his left. You glance around him toward where he’s pointing, an apple tree. It’s huge, you wonder how long it’s been there.

"Go get as many as you can." He picks up a basket from under the table, easily chucking it toward you. You manage to catch it, maybe fumble with it a bit, and head over to the tree. Maybe you can grab a couple of them…

"Where did you get an apple tree?" You call behind you as you approach it, "aren't they normally in human areas?"

"I sell to humans."

"Sell? Sell what?" You wrap your tail through the handle of the basket, curling it up to hold it up as you climb up the tree. He’s probably tall enough to get at the apples himself, but it’ll be easier to get them climbing.

"Furs. Wood and metal work." You sit on a branch, putting a narrow branch through the handle of the basket to hold it for you as you pluck a red fruit off a twig. It smells so good, but he’d notice if you take a bite. Dropping it into the basket, you continue, noticing which ones aren’t quite ripe yet.

"Metal work?" You peer through the branches of the apple tree, noticing a side building right next to his cabin, a blacksmithing forge inside.

"Wait, you've worked with full humans?"

"Yes."

"Have you seen those little guns they carry? That don't need powder and a ball?" You have picked about ten apples by then, balancing on the branch to try and reach an eleventh. He doesn’t respond, so you glance past the leaves to where he’s at the table, and he goes to a pouch on his belt. He opens it, pulling out a revolver.

"Woah!" You beam in awe, not paying attention to where you’re crawling on the branch. You yelp as it bows under your weight, making you lose your balance. You close your eyes, ready to fall. It isn’t too far, you won’t die, but it sure will hurt.

"Oof!" You do land on something hard, just not the ground. The wind gets knocked out of you as you fall face down onto Jongho, middle on his shoulder. While you catch your breath, coughing a few times, he unlatches the basket and carries both you and it back over to the table. The basket is set on the end of the table, and he then lets you down to sit on the other end. Even up on the surface, you have to tilt your head to look him in the eye. You rub your sore middle, though it’s much less painful that it would’ve been to bellyflop onto the ground. The bear notices your eyes flit to the little gun still on the table, and he sighs. Grabbing it, he pops the rotating barrel out, shaking the little bullets out, then hands you the unloaded gun. Taking it carefully with both hands, you’re surprised at its weight. It’s heavy for its size, but much lighter than a musket. He continues to work on the fish, cleaning them or something, eyeing you as you curiously look at the revolver.

"Man, this would be so much easier to hunt with."

"It's different than aiming a bow." He scoffs, swiping the weapon back from you, reloading it.

"Show me?"

"You're awful demanding." Jongho scolds, holstering the gun back to his belt. You sniff in disappointment, swinging your legs a bit from where you sit up on the table, watching him work.

"If I feed you, will you leave me be?" he asks after a few minutes of silence.

"No." You like to be honest. He sighs, putting his thin knife down.

"I'll leave you be if you show me how to shoot it."

"Why does it matter if you don't have one yourself?" You shrug in response. He can’t decide if you’re annoying or endearing. He stands up straight, stepping closer to you, so he’s standing right before you. Your ears droop a bit, tail lying flat from where it had been thumping on the wood softly. He’s so freaking big. You feel a familiar twinge in your tummy, and your thighs clench. His eyebrow raises, nostrils flaring slightly and your eyes widen in panic. Can he smell your arousal? So easily? The bear sighs deeply then, "Come here." He takes the gun back out and you hop off the table to follow him as he heads around a big tree. When you come around as well, you see that there’s a circle carved into another tree a bit in distance.

"Hold it up, arm straight out, level it. Then, line this little piece up with where you want to shoot." His thumb flicks at the sight piece.

"Pull the hammer back with your thumb, then press the trigger with your index finger. You'll have to press harder than you think." He snaps the barrel back out, rotating it to check the rounds, then snaps it back shut, handing it to you. You follow his instructions, keenly aware of him at your back. You stand much the same way you do for archery, but he corrects you. He brings his hand to your bicep, bringing it up so you grip the gun with both hands instead. To compensate, you turn your body a bit more toward the target. You click the hammer back, that takes more strength than you thought it would too, and wrap your finger around the trigger. Breathing in, steadying your aim, you line the sight up. As you breathe out, you press hard like he coached, and the gun goes off. It’s so much louder than you expected, your ears flattening to your skull, body recoiling along with the weapon. You stumble back into his solid chest, ears ringing painfully. You narrow your vision toward the target. You didn’t get a bullseye, but you do at least hit inside the target circle. That feat pulls your body out of shock from the loud bang, and you beam, cheering.

"I did it!" You jump in excitement, and he quickly takes the still smoking gun from you. He holsters it once more and can’t help but let out a small huff of laughter as you cheer for yourself. Endearing, he decides, cute even.

~θωθ~

"D-do I rotate it?" You look over at him, sitting on a log bench by the fire pit. He’s cleaned, filleted and skewered the salmon, letting the pieces roast by the fire. Jongho had set them in the dirt, skin facing the flames more, tilted toward the heat.

"It's fine." He’s brings the basket of apples over and you watch him roll one in his hand. His eyes flicks to your face, wanting to see your reaction, as he grips the fruit with both hands, splitting it perfectly in half with ease.

"Woah!" Your face lights up and he can’t hold back a smug grin. Holding the two halves easily in one hand, he hold it out for you, and you spring to your feet from your own log bench. Skipping over, you take the two halves from him, the scent making your mouth water. Sinking your teeth into the flesh, you groan in delight. You haven't had the pleasure of eating an apple before. Crab apples, yes…but those are absolutely horrible. The bear can tell you were honest about being so hungry with how fast you devour the fruit. When you’re left with the two pieces of the core, you hiccup. Your face grows more and more displeased with each hiccup, growing annoyed with the process.

"Geez." You breathe hard, trying to control your throat, but you hiccup again, a slight pain blossoming in your chest.

"Fucking hell." You swear softly, then let out another hiccup.

"Geez!" You groan, then your tummy rumbles, and a gas bubble erupts. You keep your mouth closed to muffle the noise, minding your manners, and the seizes stop.

"Thank goodness." You sigh and Jongho can’t help but chuckle. So cute. He’s a little upset with how cute you’re growing to him.

"What?" You whine a bit, feeling self-conscious.

"You're cute, vixen." Your tail snaps in embarrassment.

"I have a name." You correct coyly, not able to look at him, face warming. You almost add on 'he-bear', but he’d said please…

"(Y/N), you're cute." He fixes his compliment, and you sniff, secretly pleased.

"And?"

"And what?" You aren’t sure what you’re expecting, honestly.

"Uh…"

"Whatever, sweetheart." The little pet-name isn’t condescending or patronizing, and your entire body freezes.

"D-don't." you whisper, and he raises a brow in question, looking up from a second apple.

"Don't?"

"D-don't call me that…"

"Why not?" The bear smirks; you can see it from your peripheral. Your cheeks are quite red by that point. You don’t answer, focusing on watching your fish cook. He let it go, chuckling softly to himself.

~^///^~

"It's hot-" He warns, but it’s too late. The hot fish stings your tongue, but you’re much too hungry to care. Waving the skewer it’s on, like that would cool it off, you blow hard on it a few times, then take another bite. You devour the fish, much like the apple, he’s surprised you eat the whole filet.

"T-Thank you." You wipe at your mouth with your forearm, handing the skewer back to him. He takes the whittled bone from you, and it seems you’re getting ready to leave, picking up your bow and quiver.

"You live nearby?"

"Oh, yeah, just a few meters that way." You wave in the general direction. The sun is setting by then, the cold setting in.

"In that half-tent?"

"It’s a hut!" You try to defend your shelter since you built it yourself. He stands then, and you wonder what he’s doing, coming toward you.

"There's a storm coming, I'll help you get your things, you can stay here tonight."

"A storm? Like snow? Already? Wait, what!?" He walks past you toward your home and you gape after him like the fish you just ate. Shaking your head to gather your senses back, you trot after him. You’re a bit out of breath by the time you get to your dwelling; you can’t even see the fire from his place.

"B-but this is where I live, I'll be okay!" You seem to be trying to convince yourself of that as well.

"Get your stuff." He jerks his head toward your hut, and you huff but do so. If there really is a snowstorm coming, you’d prefer the much sturdier and less drafty cabin he has. You’re able to gather everything except the structure itself with his help and he goes slower for you on the way back. You wonder how the heck you’ve never noticed his cabin before, but you also never go this far into the woods, let alone so close to the river. As you pass the cursed bush that tore a chunk of your fur out, you sneer down at it, wrapping your tail around your leg to keep it safe. You hear him huff out a laugh, and you glare at his rounded black ears, one of them flicking slightly. At first, you were a bit ruffled by his suggestion, but you’re growing grateful as some snowflakes start to fall. Plus, ultimately, he is being kind. You thought he was going to set you up in his smithing lean-to, or maybe even just under the shelter of the roof over his porch. But he opens the door to his cabin, bringing your stuff with him. The bear looks over his shoulder at you, waiting for you to follow. Once inside, you look around. To your left is a table with a water jug and basin and to the right a large cedar chest. There’s a sitting area with an actual couch and a fireplace. Right across from the door on the other end of the one-room cabin is the bed, big and with a mattress. It must really pay to trade with humans… You watch him set your belongings against the wall near the bed and you notice a little side room.

"You have an attached outhouse?!" You gape at the luxury, and he hums. Not really an outhouse if it’s attached, but… You set your stuff you carried next to his load and look around his home more. The couch looks comfy, but you have little perspective, never having the luxury of sitting on one. It does beat sleeping on a bedroll, you assume, and you’re a bit worried that you won’t want to go back.

"I take up a lot of the bed, but you're tiny." His comment throws you out of your thoughts, nearly giving yourself whiplash with how hard you turn to look at him.

"W-what?"

"It's going to get really cold, even with the fire on. It'll be warmer." He states and you realize he’s right. Still, your insides flop at the thought. It’s hard enough being around him, and how good he smells, let alone in a room that smells mostly of him. Can you really handle sleeping next to him…just sleeping? You swallow, you aren’t due for a heat for a while, but he’s extremely attractive. The fact that he’s a bear should lessen your desire, but no. The unfamiliar, the new experience, the size difference…

"What are you thinking about, sunshine?" Jongho walks past you to shut the door, pulling out a small box. Matches. You’ve never seen them at work before, so you step closer, watching him scratch the little red end of the wood piece on the side of the box, flame erupting out of thin air. He lights the oil lamps he has on the wall, casting a soft warm glow around the room, seemingly right as the sun sets beyond the horizon. You don’t make a comment on the little pet-name, though it isn’t much easier to process than 'sweetheart'.

"C-can't you just use my name?" You sniff, moving around him to sit on the couch. The leather-covered cushion sinks under your butt, and you let out a silent 'wow' at the plush feeling. The bear chuckles, moving around to join you on the couch. You scoot over to allow him room, he takes up much more space than you. He rests back, arm slung to the side over the back, right behind you. His feet are firmly planted on the floor, knees wide, and he sits on the couch likes he’s a king on his throne. The confident dominance wafts over you again and your core pulses. Biting your lip, you look away from him quickly, and Jongho smirks at your sudden rigid posture. He watches the tip of your tail as the end thumps lightly on the cushion. You squeak when he carefully runs his fingers over the orange fur, right where you had a tuft ripped out.

"What happened?"

"You can notice it?" You whine, looking at the spot, trying to ignore that he’s still touching your tail. His eyes flit to your ear as it flicks in annoyance.

"It got snagged on some thorns earlier."

"Does it hurt?"

"Stings a bit…" You flinch when a sudden gust of wind rattles the door and shutters on the window. Your ears twitch when a distant rumbling travels through the air.

"Thunder?" You could have sworn that's what you heard, but that would be weird. When it happens again though, it’s confirmed.

"It can thunder in a snowstorm?" You wonder aloud and the bear hums, fingers once again stroking over the fur of your tail. Goosebumps rise on your skin, the fur raising a bit along with it.

"I'm gonna use the outhouse!" You stand up quickly, pulling your tail out from under his hand and curling it toward yourself. As you do so, you can smell your own arousal, and hope that since your pants will be back up, he won’t be able to as well. Going back into the house, you sigh at the warmth, he already has a fire going. It’s rapidly getting cold, and you can hear the wind whipping along with a low distant rumble. Despite the fire, you know he’s right about it getting pretty cold. Gently sitting on the edge of the mattress, you try to ignore how soft it is, and take off your boots. Slipping off your vest, you climb up further on the bed, bouncing a bit in delight.

"Move over, sunshine." He motions for you to follow, since you’re in the middle of the bed. You bounce on your butt to do so, too enamored with the mattress to really focus on him.

"Ah!" You squeak when he wraps his arm around you, lifting you with ease so he can pull the blankets out from under you and back. Your face is rapidly heating along with your lower stomach, and you finally look over him as he gets in the bed. He’s taken off his bear hide coat, leaving him in just a light brown henley shirt. The ends of the sleeves are rolled up to rest right below his elbows and you marvel at the evident muscle there.

"Sleep, (Y/N)." Jongho lays back, adjusting his head on the pillow and you slowly follows suit. You nearly moans in delight at the feeling of the mattress cradling you, the pillow under your head just as soft. Yep, you never want to sleep on a bedroll again. You’re startled out of your thoughts when he pulls the blankets up and over you, rolling onto his side so he can face you. He props himself up on his palm, elbow to the bed, delicately resting the end of the blanket up near your chin. Your face burns hot, and you nestle into the bedding to hide.

"Th-thank you for letting me stay here for the storm…" You mumble and he hums, finally resting down himself, still facing you. When he pulls the blanket up and over himself, you feel the heat rapidly rise under the covers. You’ve never felt so warm and cozy in your life, and you suddenly feel your weariness. Blinking, trying to stay awake, you look over his face, vision hazy from sleepiness. He’s…

"So handsome." You mutter, barely registering you said it aloud, and he hears it. The bear smirks at the compliment.

"Gets some sleep, pretty girl." His clawed finger comes up and brushes a strand of hair off your face and you can’t help but follow his instruction.

~UuU~

Probably only an hour or two later, you’re forced awake by a flash of light, a booming rumble, then the sound of wood snapping. You had rolled over onto your stomach, so you prop yourself up on your elbows underneath you. The blanket hangs over your head, but you can see through the shutters of the window to the side of the bed. You had heard of a thundersnow before but had never experienced one. You shiver at the cool air hitting your face, it’s so nice and warm under the blankets. Burrowing back under, you roll to your side, facing the bear. You had nearly forgotten he was right there, and you find your face right against his chest. It rises and falls as he sleeps, and you’re a bit surprised he doesn’t snore, like…you know, like a bear.

Swallowing hard to steel your nerves for your next move, you slowly reach out, pressing your fingertips against the hard muscle of his chest. You shiver, wanting to feel over him more, see him…

"Haven't you heard not to poke a sleeping bear, sunshine?" His voice rumbling startles you. It’s deep and rough from sleep and you roll your eyes back a bit at how it makes you feel, and his comment.

"Yeah, and?" You do it again, pressing just one finger against his chest that time, literally poking him. Poke. Poke. Poke.

"Huh?" You feel the bed shift, and he rolls, propping himself up over you on his forearm, pinning you to the mattress. Your hands are clenches into fists at your chest, holding them close to you for security. His face is so close, and you can feel the breath leaving his nostrils. As he looms over you, he shifts his knee up, his thick leg wedging between yours. You shiver, letting out a small whine when his thigh presses against your mound. Jongho smirks, leaning down so his mouth is right by your ear.

"Your decision. See what poking a bear does." You loosen one fist, index finger sticking out, shaking.

Poke.

His large hands suddenly seize your hips, claws slightly digging into the flesh of your ass through your pants. With his grip, he presses your core against his thigh, forcing you to grind over him. You sigh at the feeling; a bit of a whine laced through the exhale. He shifts his knee further forward and hauls you up so he can wedge it under your lower back. Jongho leads you to wrap your legs around his middle, still pressing you down to grind your covered cunt on his upper thigh. That pulls a moan from you, and you gasp hard when he starts laying open-mouthed kisses over your neck and shoulder. A low rumble hits your ears and at first you think it’s more distant thunder, but then you can feel it as you press your hands to his chest. Your fingers dig into the fabric of his shirt, and you moan as his kisses turn to sucking, and he barely digs his sharp teeth into your shoulder. Without his, or your prompting, your hips jump, and he presses into your movement. The bear's cock is growing hard, and your eyes flutter closed when you feel it. Can he even fit?

"Are you sure about this, sunshine?" He pulls away, smirking as he admires the growing bruises he created over your shoulders and neck.

"Yeah, why?" Your eyes meet his as a bolt of lightning lights the room, then thunder rumbles, snow blowing harsh against the window.

"Think your little body can handle me?" Jongho tilts his head, that smirk still there and you purposely move your hips, whining.

"Yes!"

"You sure?"

"Will you just fuck me already?" You nearly shout. He doesn’t answer, but your next plea is silenced as he swallows it, tongue easily wiggling its way into your mouth. Your eyes rolls back as his hands dig into the flesh of your hips, avoiding using his claws too much. When your head starts to swim, he pulls back from the kiss, smirking at the end of your tongue sticking out a bit from your mouth. One hand goes to your jaw, thumb slipping into your mouth, and you eagerly suck on it, tongue avoiding the sharp part of his claw.

"Want something else, sunshine?" Jongho grins deviously as you nod, whimpering. He gets off of you then and you immediately miss not just the weight of him over you, but the heat his body releases. You just stare in awe as he finally pulls the shirt off, and his muscle is clearly from strength, brute strength, not to look good. Though…he does.

"Hurry up, sunshine." His hand grips over the bulge in his pants, and you rapidly sit up, your own hands going to the waist band. He watches calmly as you struggle to gets the button undone and you bite your lip as you get his pants open. His hard cock nearly springs out and you feel your mouth water at the sight, jaw already sore. Your long fluffy tail waves behind you, ears drooping as your small hand tries to wrap around his girth. Can’t even get your fingers to touch and your cunt spasms, telling you it’s good and ready for him. Licking your lips to try and prevent the drool from dripping too bad, you stick just the head in your mouth, tongue eagerly swirling. The salty drop of precum you taste just fuels the fire and your eyes lazily flit up to meets his. The look he gives you nearly makes you whine; you don’t know what bears call alphas, but he sure is one. Jongho's eyebrow crooks up, waiting boredly, and you swallow a few times, then ease him further in. It’s a bit hard to keep your teeth behind your lips with how big his cock is, but he fits. The slight pressure from the sides of your long canines just adds to the pleasure of your hot and wet mouth, drool already spilling from your lips. His eyes watch your tail wave back and forth, chest starting to rumble again as you take more of his cock. The head hits your throat, he’s only about halfway in and you swallow again, tongue eagerly slicking the underside of his dick. Your eyes meet again, and he barely seems phased, so you suck hard, your other hand joining the first to cover more of him. Bobbing your head, you hollow your cheeks, whimpering at the taste of him. His large hand lands on your head, thump stroking the soft skin on the inside of your ear and you shift your posture. Sitting back on your knees more, you widen your legs to lower you some, and let go with your hands.

"You sure, sunshine?" Jongho's smirk has come back and a full growl rumbles through the room when you nod. Sucking air in harshly through your nose, swallowing to try and prevent your gags, he takes charge, easing his cock in himself. When the fat head hits the back, he continues in, groaning as your eyes flutter back. Your breathing is loud and fast, trying to take in enough air so when he finally fills your throat, you can hold your breath for a bit. The spasms of your throat with your gags makes him chuckle and he starts to pump his hips, fucking his cock into your mouth. The slick sounds of your spit and lolling tongue are almost drowned out by the storm, but he can clearly hear your whines. He can feel them vibrating over his dick as well and he paid attention to your breathing and paced his thrusts.

"You thirsty, sunshine?" The bear laughs when your next whine is louder and he grunts, waiting for your breath. Once you’ve inhaled hard, he plunges in, so your nose is pressed to his groin, hot thick spurts of cum going straight down your throat. Your cunt spasms, slick dripping nearly through your pants, clit throbbing as you ride your high against the thick seam. Your vision starts to blur, brain fogging, still swallowing over and over to get all he gives down, and he finally withdraws so you can suck in air. Your throat is raw, sore, but you’d let him do it all over again and thank him for it too. Now that his high had faded, though his dick is still rock hard, he can smell the thick aroma of your arousal. You smell like spring grass and fresh water, laced with the sweet scent of marigolds.

"Lay back, sunshine." He prompts and you flop back onto your back, body shivering, though it isn’t clear from what. There’s a dark stain on the crotch of your pants; he notices as he takes his off. You’re hauled to sit up as he tugs at your shirt, tearing a few runs into it as he pulls it off of you and you squeak as he wrestles your leather leggings off. They flop onto the floor behind him and your scent has grown stronger, making his pupils narrow, brow furrowing. You eagerly wrap your arms around his broad shoulders when he crawls over you, nose running up your throat. Jongho nearly roars as he growls, grasping your thighs, pulling back so he can manhandle you. Your knee ends up at your ear, the other looped over his elbow and your eyes can only focus on his fat cock head pressing against your folds.

"Fuck!" You throw back your head, back arching when he presses in, not rough but not slow either. With all your strength, you lift your head to watch your cunt flutter to accommodate the stretch, core burning. He realizes then maybe he should have prepped you a bit, your pussy is so tight, that if you weren’t so wet, he wouldn’t be able to fill you so easily. You both, at the same moment, notice that there’s already a bulge forming from your stomach, his thick cock not even in all the way. You should have known the minute he kissed you before that you were ruined, but now it’s for sure. You know you’ll be sore in the morning too, but you’ll prefer being sore the rest of your life as his bed partner than to never fuck him again. His deep chuckle morphs into a grunt as he bottoms out, slick spilling from your stretched hole and onto the bed below. If he’d known that you were only about a mile from his home, your cute little face and cute little pussy, he’d have gone and found you himself.

"Jongho~" You nearly howl, hands reaching for him, out of his reach from sitting up straight. Adjusting your legs, while letting your core adjust to him, he presses down close so your hands can find purchase on his back. Your ankles are at his ears, hot breath panting against his lips.

"You like my cock, precious?" The new pet-name is even worse than the others, and he can tell by how your gummy walls pulse harder around him. His plush lips brushes over yours, then he feels you gasp into his mouth with the kiss, his groin pressing against your swollen clit. He watches your eyes glaze over, body falling limp as he pulls his hips back, giving a shallow and weak thrusts, gaging if your body is ready.

"Too much?" The bear coos when you shake your head no.

"More?" He prompts and that time, you shake your head yes. You should have guessed how powerful he could be, but you still aren’t expecting the bed frame to crack against the wall with the first thrust. Your body screams, but no sound leaves you as Jongho moves to press your knees to your ears, each deep, hard thrust forcing a tiny orgasm out of you. Your cunt burns from the stretch and stimulation, and your brain is fried. Good thing you’re out in the woods with a storm raging, because you’re squeaking and squealing, grunts and groans leaving him as well. Jongho rolls forward a bit more, hips barreling his cock down into your folded body, his thick claws leaving deep gouges into the wood as he grips the headboard.

"Want my cum, precious? Huh, want my fat cock to fuck you stupid? Hm?" His tone is incredibly patronizing, and it goes straight to your cunt. You’re leaving a puddle on the bedding beneath your hips and a mix of your drool and tears have left one on his pillow too. The cold from the snowstorm seems to have been completely negated by the heat you feel, from him and because of him.

"Fill me, please! Jongho~" He isn’t sure why that time is different, the way you moan his name, but it goes to his head and his cock, orgasm hitting. Hot waves of cum fill you, the head of his dick pressed right against your cervix, so much slick and release squirting out from where you’re connects. His hips continues to rolls a bit, and you wonder how he’s still so hard after pumping so much cum into you, and your poor pussy is stinging from the countless numbed of times he made you cum. You barely know your name or where you are, let alone what you let slip before.

"Like my big cock, precious?" The bear smirks when your droopy eyes fly open, ears flicking, tail starting to thumb against the bed.

"You did good for me, sunshine." He’s getting into it then, loving your reaction, face reddening further, cunt clenching around him more. It’s like you’re a dog, tail wagging for being a good girl. You yipe when he pulls out from you, the rapid loss takes the air out of your lungs. He rolls you over and you can’t hold yourself up at all, so only his hands on your hips keeps them raised. You cry out when the head of his messy cock meets your equally messy folds once more and he don’t ease in that time. He somehow gets even deeper, hips slapping against your ass so hard that you’re sure the skin will be red and stinging soon. Your own claws gouged into the wood of the headboard, not able to do anything but take what he gives you, sweat coating both your bodies.

"Don't worry precious, I won’t break you." The bear laughs, grinding his cock deep, as you come once more, the sting is fading into pain, and you fear he can go much longer.

"Just. A. Bit. More." He grunts, chest rumbling and falls over the edge again, the heat inside you reignites as more hot white paints your core.

"Going to stay here with me? Be my cute little vixen?" His sudden question barely registers in your head, exhaustion taking over.

"Okay~"

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“you say it’s big but you take it, ride cowgirl” with ethan pls 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

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TAKE IT - ETHAN LANDRY 🦢

“You say it’s big but you take it, ride cowgirl” - Frank Ocean

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Content includes: SMUT! P in V sex, jealous Ethan, Ethan stretching you out beforehand, praise kink, biting, spit!

A/n: tysm!!! <33 And ty for the request!

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Your breath hitched as you were pulled against the crowded hallway, Ethan's hand dragging your arm. "Ethan...Ethan! What the fuck?" He had pulled you into one of the bedrooms. "What do you think you're doing?" You shook your head in confusion.

"What?" You scoffed, looking at his anger-covered face. "You're seriously gonna let him touch you like that? You like it, don't you?" "I-...Ethan you don't own me, just because we hooked up once doesn't mean that you can go around being jealous" he furrowed his eyebrows, arms crossed as he looked you up and down.

"Plus, you have no reason to be jealous" you sighed, back pressed against the wall. "Yea? Why's that?" You felt small as he stood over you, fist above your head. "You know..." his eyes glistened with lust and you knew, he knew exactly what you meant.

Ethan was tall, but his shyness took away from people being intimidated by him. He was the dorky nerd with "potential" You knew he was more than that, he had shown you before and you knew how intimidating he could actually be.

It was only supposed to be a one-time thing. You knew it was wrong, to hide it from your group of friends but you couldn't stop thinking about him. The way his thick cock stretched out your walls, pain and pleasure fucking you out while he barely thrusted.

Your small hands wrapped around his dick, sucking and licking on his tip as your hands tried to jerk him off. You felt disgusted with yourself thinking about it, but it was already done and you didn't regret it at all. "Want me to show you again?" You looked up at him, gulping.

Next thing you knew his head was deep in between your legs, echos of your moans running around the room. You held onto his hair tightly, the feeling of your fingers grabbing onto his scalp making him hungrier. His tongue did tricks on your pussy, sucking and biting to make you forget about anyone else except him.

You squirmed and pleaded under his touch, your back arching while he rubbed on your clit. "You gonna let me stretch you out sweet thing?" You nodded eagerly, Ethan's finger slipping into your cunt. The pads of his fingers tapped against your walls, tightening around him.

He thrust his fingers deeper into you, your lips puffy as you bit down on them. You couldn't hold back your moans as you felt him slip in another finger, basically prying your pussy hole open. Your face was pushed into the pillow, crying from the mix of pleasure and harsh pain. "I'm sorry baby, your hole is too small"

It felt like an eternity before he finally decided you were stretched out enough, having you sit on top of his bare thighs. He sat up on the edge of the bed, your weeping and stretched-out pussy waiting for him to thrust inside of you. You looked down in between your thighs, Ethan's hand pumping at his fat cock.

It was bigger than you had remembered, looking at him with concerned eyes. "Don't be scared, you can take it" You looked back down at his cock, wrapping your hand around his tip. He was leaking with precum, his cock hot and throbbing. "It's big" you chewed on your lip.

You lowered your head onto Ethan's shoulder, biting his skin as you rested yourself down on his dick. Your breathing was heavy, whining in pain as his hands rested on your hips. "You're doing so good, pretty girl" You struggled to hold back a groan, the dirty sound filling Ethan's ears.

He decided to help you out, thrusting his cock all the way inside of you. You cried at the feeling, drool dripping off of Ethan's shoulder. The bite mark that you had left was deep, covered in your spit.

His cock filled you up to the brim, stretching your walls out even more than his fingers did. "You okay? You know you can take it" but you weren't sure if you could, barely able to push yourself back up.

You nodded into his shoulder, lips pressed against his soft skin before you moved yourself up. The sound of wetness and whimpers filled your ears, gaining you some confidence.

His hands moved down to your ass, giving you a tight squeeze before you moved up again. His head was lowered as he watched his cock obliterate your insides, the bulge on your belly driving him insane.

You focused on keeping steady breaths, and a steady pace. Unfortunately for you, Ethan had began to grow impatient, fucking his cock into you harshly. Your nails scratched at his back, his cock harshly hitting your g spot. "Told you, you could take me"

[serapharua]

HYBRID &TEAM reaction to smelling someone else's scent on you . . !

&team ot9 — GENRE : imagines headcanon suggestiveish fluff hybrid au — PAIRING : gn.reader — WARNING : they are pretty possessive — REQUESTED : yes <3

notes : btw dw, you as the reader didn't cheat! also minors ones are more sweet and not as extreme as the others :)

K (kangaroo hybrid) :

You were barely through the door when K’s nose twitched. He paused mid-sentence, his usual easygoing demeanor vanishing. His ears perked up, and his sharp gaze pinned you in place.

“Wait.” His voice dropped, the usual playful edge replaced by something darker. “What’s that smell?”

You blinked, confused. “What smell?”

K stepped closer, his towering frame casting a shadow over you. His nose brushed against the crook of your neck, and his lips pressed together in a tight line.

“I scented you earlier,” he muttered, the possessiveness in his tone sending a shiver down your spine. “But now… there’s someone else’s scent on you.”

He growled softly, a low sound rumbling in his chest, and his tail flicked sharply behind him. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer. “Who was it?” he demanded, his voice rough.

You stammered, “It was just a friend—”

“I don’t care who it was,” K interrupted, his forehead pressing against yours. His breath was hot, his touch firm. “You’re mine. No one else gets to leave their scent on you.”

Before you could respond, K’s lips found your neck, brushing over the spot where he had marked you earlier. His hands tightened on your hips as he nuzzled into your skin, the warmth of his breath sending tingles down your spine.

“You’ll smell like me again,” he murmured, his voice softer now but no less intense. “Only me.”

FUMA (panda hybrid) :

Fuma greeted you with his usual calm smile when you entered the room, but it faltered the moment you stepped closer. His nose twitched, and his dark eyes narrowed slightly.

“Hey…” he said softly, his voice holding a sharpness you weren’t used to. “Why do you smell like that?”

“Like what?” you asked, setting your bag down.

“Not like me,” he replied bluntly, his gaze dropping to the spot on your shoulder where he’d nuzzled earlier that morning. His expression was calm but unreadable, and that made it even more unsettling.

Before you could answer, Fuma crossed the room in a few strides. His hand cupped your chin gently but firmly, tilting your head up so he could meet your eyes. “You let someone else get too close, didn’t you?”

“It’s not what you think,” you began, but Fuma’s other hand slid to your waist, holding you in place as he leaned in to sniff your neck.

“Doesn’t matter what I think,” he said softly, his lips brushing against your ear, “it’s what I know.”

There was no aggression in his touch, just quiet, unyielding resolve. Fuma pressed his forehead against yours, his eyes fluttering shut. “You’re mine,” he murmured, his usual gentle tone laced with possessiveness.

Without waiting for a response, Fuma buried his face into your neck, breathing deeply as if to erase any trace of the foreign scent clinging to your skin. His arms tightened around you, pulling you flush against his chest.

“You’re not going anywhere until I make sure they know you belong to me,” he whispered, a rare edge to his voice as his lips ghosted over your jawline.

NICHOLAS (doberman hybrid) :

Nicholas was lounging on the couch when you walked into the room, a content smile on his face. His ears perked up at the sound of your footsteps, but the second you got closer, his smile faded, replaced by a sharp furrow of his brow.

“Wait,” he said, sitting up straighter, his nose twitching. “What is that?”

“What’s what?” you asked, confused.

“That smell,” Nicholas muttered, standing up in a flash. His tall frame loomed over you as he stepped closer, his eyes narrowing. He sniffed the air, his focus honing in on you like a laser. “Who the hell have you been with?”

“No one—”

“Don’t lie to me,” he growled, his voice low and guttural as his Doberman instincts kicked in. He took another step closer, his sharp, dark eyes fixed on you, the heat of his presence making your pulse quicken.

Nicholas grabbed your wrist gently but firmly, pulling you toward him. His nose skimmed along your neck, inhaling deeply. The muscle in his jaw tightened as his grip on your wrist softened, but his tone didn’t lose its edge.

“I just scented you this morning,” he said, his voice quieter but no less intense. “And now you’re walking around smelling like someone else? Do you have any idea what that does to me?”

You tried to explain, but Nicholas wasn’t listening. His hands slid to your waist, pulling you impossibly close. His lips brushed against your ear as he whispered, “You’re mine, and I don’t like sharing.”

His possessiveness wasn’t aggressive, but it was undeniably dominant. Nicholas pressed his forehead against yours, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an unwavering intensity.

“I’ll fix this,” he murmured, his voice softening but still holding that commanding undertone. His hands traced up your sides before tilting your chin up. “Because there’s no way I’m letting anyone think they can have what’s mine.”

Without waiting for a response, Nicholas buried his face into your neck, his nose brushing against your skin as he inhaled deeply again. His lips ghosted over your collarbone as if reclaiming every inch of you.

EJ (sloth bear hybrid) :

EJ was sitting at the dining table, absentmindedly working on a LEGO set when you walked in. His face lit up as he spotted you, but the second you got closer, his expression shifted. His nose twitched subtly, his usual soft gaze sharpening with curiosity—and something darker.

“Wait,” he said, his voice low and calm, but his words carried a weight that made you pause. “What… is that smell?”

“What smell?” you asked innocently, but EJ’s brows furrowed, and he leaned forward in his seat. His sharp senses kicked in, and his sloth-bear-like ears twitched slightly as he focused on you.

He pushed his chair back, standing to his full height, towering over you. His usually relaxed demeanor was replaced by something more intense as he closed the distance between you. “You smell different,” he murmured, his voice dropping an octave.

“EJ, it’s probably nothing—”

“No,” he interrupted, shaking his head slightly. “It’s not nothing.” His hand gently grasped your arm, guiding you closer to him. His nose brushed against your shoulder, inhaling deeply. The scent he picked up wasn’t his—it wasn’t his scent lingering on you, the one he’d left earlier that morning when he’d nuzzled into your neck before leaving for the day.

He leaned back slightly, his soft brown eyes darkened with a quiet possessiveness. “I scented you this morning,” he said, his tone still calm but edged with a subtle growl. “And now you’re carrying someone else’s scent? Who?”

His question wasn’t loud, but it didn’t need to be. There was something commanding in the way he spoke, something firm yet measured, like he was giving you the space to answer but wouldn’t tolerate anything less than the truth.

“I just—bumped into someone, that’s all,” you tried to explain.

EJ’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Bumped into them enough for their scent to linger?” he asked, his tone soft but laced with quiet tension.

His free hand slid to your waist, anchoring you in place as his eyes searched yours. Then, without warning, he buried his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply. His warm breath tickled your skin as his grip on you tightened just slightly.

“That’s better,” he murmured against your skin, his voice tinged with satisfaction. His lips brushed the side of your neck in a fleeting, barely-there touch, almost like he was marking his territory without saying a word.

“You’re mine,” EJ whispered, pulling back to meet your gaze. His eyes softened, but the intensity in them didn’t waver. “Don’t forget that, okay?

YUMA (ermine hybrid) :

moment you stepped into the room. His nose twitched slightly, and his usually laid-back expression hardened. His ears—subtle but unmistakably hybrid—perked up, and his tail flicked in a way that betrayed his sudden agitation.

“Wait,” he called, his tone calm but firm as he stepped toward you. “Come here for a second.”

You tilted your head in confusion but approached him anyway. “What’s wrong?”

His amber gaze narrowed as he leaned in close, the tip of his nose brushing against your shoulder. His nostrils flared as he caught the scent—one that wasn’t his own.

“What’s this?” he asked quietly, though his voice carried a certain edge. His hand reached out, curling gently around your wrist as he pulled you even closer.

“What do you mean?” you asked innocently, though you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks under his intense scrutiny.

Yuma’s lips curved into a slight frown as he tilted his head, his nose now trailing just above your collarbone. “This scent,” he murmured, his voice low and smooth, but the tension in it was unmistakable. “It’s not mine.”

Your heart raced as you tried to explain. “I ran into someone earlier—literally bumped into them. It’s not a big deal—”

“Not a big deal?” he interrupted, pulling back just enough to look you in the eyes. His gaze was sharp, yet there was a flicker of something vulnerable in it. “I scented you this morning. I made sure everyone knew you were mine.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine as his grip on your wrist tightened ever so slightly—not enough to hurt, but enough to keep you anchored in place. His free hand found its way to your waist, his fingers splaying possessively.

“Yuma,” you began, but he silenced you by leaning in closer, his breath ghosting over your ear.

“Let me fix this,” he whispered, his voice softer now but no less commanding. His lips brushed your neck, and he pressed his nose to your skin, inhaling deeply as if to erase any trace of the offending scent.

His arms wrapped around you, holding you close as he let out a small, satisfied hum. “There,” he said, pulling back just enough to smirk at you. “Now you smell like me again.”

“You’re being ridiculous,” you muttered, though your cheeks were flushed.

“Maybe,” Yuma admitted with a light chuckle, his usual playful demeanor returning. “But I don’t care. You’re mine, and I’ll make sure everyone knows it.”

JO (arctic fox hybrid) :

Jo’s sharp ears twitched as he caught the faint scent in the air, immediately aware of the subtle change. His gentle smile faltered for just a moment, replaced by a more serious expression as his nose subtly wrinkled. He could smell something… or rather, someone else on you. His usually soft voice took on a slight edge.

“Wait, what’s that scent?”

You paused, sensing the shift in his mood, as his amber eyes focused intently on you. He stepped closer, his movements slow and deliberate, his posture protective. His tail—white and soft—flicked slightly behind him, an unconscious reflection of his concern.

“I was just at the café earlier,” you explained, trying to brush off the sudden change in atmosphere. “Nothing to worry about.”

Jo didn’t seem convinced. His eyes narrowed slightly as he tilted his head, his nose drifting to your neck where the scent was most prominent. He wasn’t being gentle now; he was focused, trying to figure out what had happened.

“No, it’s not just that.” His voice was calm, though there was a hint of possessiveness in his tone. “I can smell it… someone else.”

The way his gaze held you felt intense, his usual shyness momentarily fading as his instincts kicked in. Jo was fiercely protective of those he cared about, and right now, it was clear that his thoughts were entirely centered on you.

“I don’t like it,” he muttered under his breath, his hand reaching out to lightly touch your arm, a soft touch but firm enough to keep you close. His eyes were searching, as if he was trying to make sure that no one else had dared to mark you, not in the way that he did.

“Jo, it’s not—”

“I know,” he interrupted, stepping even closer, now leaning in to rest his nose against your neck. His breath was warm against your skin as he inhaled deeply, his hands on your shoulders guiding you to stay close to him. “But I can still smell them. It’s not right.”

His voice dropped to a whisper, almost possessive as he pressed his lips gently to the spot where he’d just scented. “I’ll fix it, don’t worry.”

You felt a slight pressure as Jo wrapped his arms around you, holding you gently but with a protective finality. His fur was soft against your cheek as he nuzzled closer, his body acting as a shield, his scent now mixing with yours, trying to overpower any trace of the foreign scent.

“I don’t want anyone else to get too close to you,” he murmured, his voice softer now, but still laced with possessiveness. “You’re mine.”

You could feel his presence radiating warmth as he continued to hold you, his possessiveness clearly evident, even as his usual gentle and shy demeanor came back into play. He wasn’t angry, just… protective, in a way that felt both comforting and intimate.

HARUA (bunny hybrid) :

Harua’s soft, twitching ears perked up as he caught the unfamiliar scent on you. His usual sweet and shy demeanor instantly shifted to a more cautious state as his sensitive nose picked up on the change. His large, expressive eyes flickered nervously, looking for any sign of what had caused the shift.

He approached you, his usual calmness replaced by a slight unease. “Did… did someone else get close to you?” His voice was soft, almost hesitant, as if he didn’t want to accuse you of anything but couldn’t help but be bothered by the unfamiliar trace.

You could see the way his bunny ears drooped slightly, a clear sign that something was bothering him. His instincts were heightened—after all, as a hybrid, his senses were more attuned to the slightest changes in scent. He wasn’t mad, but there was a vulnerability to him in this moment.

“I don’t know… maybe just some cologne or something?” you offered, trying to brush it off with a smile, but Harua wasn’t convinced. He leaned closer, his nose brushing against your neck as his breath hitched slightly, inhaling deeply to confirm the scent.

His hands gently cupped your face, his grip soft but firm as if to steady himself. His gaze softened a little, though the flicker of possessiveness didn’t completely vanish. “It’s not just cologne, is it?” He wasn’t angry; he was just worried, protective.

Harua stepped closer, his body heat radiating against yours as he instinctively tried to shield you from whatever it was that had disturbed him. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a gentle embrace, his soft bunny ears brushing against your cheek.

“You know… you’re mine, right?” His voice was a quiet whisper, as he nuzzled into your neck, trying to mark you in his own way. He didn’t say it in a commanding tone, but there was a tenderness to it, an unspoken reassurance that he would protect you.

His bunny instincts were clearly in full swing now, the gentle but possessive nature of his hybrid form shining through. He wasn’t upset with you—he just wanted to make sure you were safe, that no one else would dare get too close. The scent had unsettled him, but now, wrapped up in his embrace, you could tell that he was starting to feel more secure.

“I don’t want anyone else getting too close,” he mumbled against your neck, his hands lightly running over your back, as if to reassure himself that you were still his. He was soft, sweet, but also deeply protective of you, and in that moment, Harua wasn’t afraid to let you know just how much he cared.

TAKI (otter hybrid) :

Taki’s attention shifted immediately when he caught the faint scent of someone else lingering around you. His otter instincts were sensitive, and the moment the unfamiliar trace hit the air, his playful energy dimmed into a protective, almost possessive mode. He had scented you earlier, and there was no mistaking that something—someone—else had gotten too close.

He turned toward you, a mischievous glint in his eyes, but there was something deeper there now—a bit of jealousy bubbling under the surface. His brows furrowed slightly, his hands unconsciously flexing as if ready to spring into action.

“You’ve been smelling like someone else…” Taki’s voice was light, but the sharpness in it betrayed the playful teasing he often used to cover up his emotions. He walked closer, sniffing the air around you as his nose twitched with curiosity.

You chuckled, brushing off his suspicion. “It’s just cologne. I was with some friends earlier.” But even as you said it, you could see the doubt in his eyes. Taki wasn’t convinced. He’d scented you earlier and could tell there was something more.

His hand reached up, brushing a stray lock of your hair behind your ear as his gaze lingered on your neck. He inhaled deeply, a slight growl rumbling in his throat. “Not just cologne,” he muttered under his breath.

Taki’s playful, flirty persona took a backseat as his protective side kicked in. His arms snaked around your waist, pulling you in close with surprising force, but still gentle enough to be affectionate. “Who was it?” he asked softly, his voice laced with an edge that wasn’t there before.

You could feel his body tense against yours, his fingers lightly gripping your sides as he tightened his hold. His otter instincts were in full play, and though he wasn’t the type to get possessive, the scent of another had caused a stir within him.

Taki pressed his nose into your neck, inhaling deeply again, his warm breath sending a shiver through your body. “I don’t like this,” he murmured, his voice softer now, almost a whisper. “I just want to be the one who gets to smell you.” His lips brushed against your skin as he spoke, his words laced with a possessiveness that only someone with his heightened senses could feel.

He pulled away slightly, his eyes locking onto yours. “You’re mine, aren’t you?” His voice was teasing, but there was a serious undertone, a question that only you could answer.

Taki’s playful nature didn’t completely disappear, but it softened in the wake of his jealousy. He wasn’t angry; he was just a bit insecure, unsure of the other presence lingering near you. And in his own way, he was making it clear that he wanted to be the one closest to you.

“I’ll make sure no one else gets too close,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss your cheek, his arms still wrapped protectively around you. His otter instincts had taken over, and he wasn’t backing down.

MAKI (golden retriever hybrid) :

Maki, being the energetic and warm-hearted person that he is, usually wore his emotions openly, but today was different. When he scented you earlier, the sweet, familiar mix of your scent was enough to make him relax. But now, something was off. There was another lingering scent on you, one that hadn’t been there when he first embraced you earlier. His golden retriever instincts immediately picked up on the subtle change, and his mood shifted ever so slightly.

He watched you from across the room, his gaze narrowing just a bit as he picked up on the faint trace of someone else. His golden retriever traits made him loyal and protective, and right now, that loyalty was being tested. He could feel the pull of the new scent even more than usual, and it tugged at his confidence.

Without even realizing it, Maki had crossed the room and was standing in front of you, his eyes searching your face for any sign of what had happened.

“Hey…” he started, his voice soft but serious. “You’ve been around someone else, right?” He tried to sound casual, but his tone was tinted with a hint of concern. He wasn’t angry—no, not Maki—but he wasn’t blind to the fact that someone else’s presence was near you, and it made him feel a little uneasy.

You smiled at him, brushing it off lightly. “Oh, it’s just a friend. They gave me a hug earlier, nothing more.”

Maki’s gaze softened, but the knot of jealousy in his chest didn’t loosen. He stepped closer, his presence soothing but still intense. He lifted his hand, reaching toward you as though to confirm that everything was alright. His fingers grazed your wrist, pulling your arm gently toward him.

“Mmm, I can tell,” he said with a low chuckle, though his voice had a hint of possessiveness. He took a deep breath, inhaling your scent, and then his eyes closed for a moment. His golden retriever instincts reacted to the new mix in the air, and he couldn’t help but let out a small sigh. “I like the way you smell,” he murmured, his hand gently tracing the line of your arm, “but I don’t want anyone else leaving their scent on you.”

You blinked, taken aback by his sudden confession. “Maki…”

He smiled sheepishly, brushing a hand through his hair. “I’m not mad or anything, I just… I don’t like it when someone else gets too close to you. I want to be the one who gets all of your attention.”

He then leaned in, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply as though he was trying to erase the traces of anyone else. His golden retriever instincts were alive now, and his possessiveness showed, but it was a sweet, affectionate kind of possessiveness. He just wanted to feel secure, to know that you were his and he was yours.

“Mmm, much better,” he muttered softly, his lips brushing your skin. “I want to be the one you smell like all the time. Only me.”

His arms wrapped around you, holding you tightly as if to protect you, but also to make sure no one else could get too close. His scent would mix with yours, and in his mind, that was the best reassurance of all.

“I’ll make sure no one else can leave their mark on you,” he said with a playful grin, pulling you closer to him. “I’m not letting go of you, okay?”

Word count : 3733 | serapharua, 2025.

[cranberryjuice-posts]

Everybody says not to fall in love -

Pairing - Clarisse larue X fem medic reader!

An: i based this off of the Song Audrey by carols daughter - not proofread btw

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Clarisse had known y/n for years. After a few years of being at camp, the two eventually became friends after y/n helped Clarisse take the other team's flag in capture the flag.

Both girls knew it. Every time They looked at one another there was always this awkward tension like two middle school kids who liked each other but were too scared to admit it.

She hated this she hated how she felt. But how could Clarisse not love you.. the way you walked talked and even the way you parted your hair. She loved the way you called her name and the dumb nicknames you would call her which she always pretended to hate. Fuck she loved you and everything about you but she knew deep down if she admitted that she would be weak.

Noon -

The Ares cabin shuffled into the infirmary and sat down in the waiting area murmuring amongst themselves.. after a few minutes Y/n walked out in a hurry scoffing at the scene.

“A hellhound are you serious?!” You yelled at the cabin before rubbing your eyes as you saw multiple demigods in front of you with cuts, bruises, hurt arms, and more. “What the hell goes through all your minds when you let a monster like a hell hound into camp” you continued to scold the kids.

“Ok first of all—” Mark a son of Ares started but was soon interrupted.

“Quit talking your only gonna piss me off more” You closed your eyes and shook your head

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Eventually you with some Apollo kids started to take care of the other demigods. Y/n sat down in front of Clarisse and started to clean a cut on the girl's face.

“That hurt” Clarisse flatly complained not actually being in Pain.

“Ok Clarisse” you sarcastically chuckled and turned to grab a bandaid, clarisse shook her head scoffing as you saw right through her. You grabbed her jaw and turned her head to look at you “Stop moving” you spoke like a mother scolding Clarisse. “I need you to sit still if you actually want me to clean your cut unless you want it infected.”

You finished cleaning her cut and all that was left were you holding clarisses face and the two of you eyeing each other's lips. “I’ll be back” You stood up embarrassed moving over to another ares kid.

Clarisse tilted her head back and sighed frustrated at herself for acting like a fool. She covered her face with her hand and mentally argued with herself.

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Soon the cabin was kicked out of the infirmary after receiving a final scolding from y/n. However, before clarisse could go you grabbed her arm.

“Wait” You softly asked. Those eyes… Clarisse felt herself growing weaker by the moment. “Please don’t-”

“I’ve heard this lecture four times in the past hour” Clarisse teased with a short grin.. you just rolled your eyes and tilted your head.

“If you’d let me finish.. please don’t get hurt again, You too pretty to keep getting scars on your face” You smiled before kissing clarisses cheek and gently shoving her out the infirmary.

At that moment Clarisse stood outside she realized she had fucked up.. the infamous angry and rude daughter of Ares has actually fallen in love.

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The following days Clarisse tried to avoid you as much as she could but it was ultimately hopeless as she turned into a fool around you.

All Clarisse wanted was to go to sleep but she now found herself at 2 am at the lake's shore with you as you ran around happily.

“Stop frowning” You laughed as You jogged up to clarisse with a wide grin to the point your cheeks hurt.

“I want to be in bed Y/n” she softly complained while crossing her arm and tilting her head looking down at you quietly admiring your smaller frame, she found it amusing how weak you were compared to her.

“And I want my mother/father to love me.. we don’t always get what we want babe” you sarcastically responded as you took clarisses Hand leading her further down the beach.

Soon the two reached a certain point where they were so far away from the main camp that they couldn’t hear or see them even if they screamed.

“What are You doing” Clarisse raised an eyebrow as you walked to the edge of the water.. she watched as you took a deep breath in before screaming.

“I FUCKING HATE MY MOM/DAD! I NEVER ASKED TO BE A DEMIGOD SO WHY AM I HAVING TO BE THE ONE TO SUFFER FROM YOUR ACTIONS!” You screamed to a point that even clarisse had to take a step back.. after you finished you turned wiping tears from your face. “Ok! Your turn” you said cheerily and nodded your head over.

“My turn For what” she asked suspiciously.

“Scream.. let everything out the gods aren’t listing hell they probably aren’t ever listening” you chuckled at your own joke.

Clarisse Just shook her head but rolled her shoulders before doing as you asked. “Uh.. I’m mad at my siblings for messing up the cabin!” She spoke in a raised voice, she looked over at you slightly irritated as she was confused and embarrassed.

“Clarisse” You spoke unamused. “Scream.” You simply commanded.

“This is stupid” she huffed.

“Just do it”

“Fine. YOU WANR ME TO SCREAM FINE ILL SCREAM! FUCK YOU ARES YOUR A SHIT FATHER ALL I EVER DO I WORK TO FIND YOUR APPROVAL BUT YOU JUST THROW ME ASIDE LIKE IM TRASH YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE I DONT DESERVE TO BE LOVED” clarisse yelled as loud as she physically could slightly breaking her voice.

You grinned and joined in. “YEAH SCREW (godly parent name)!“

The two of you continued to cuss out the gods, universe, and people you didn’t like until both of you sat on the ground panting with the only response you received was the lakes soft waved crashing on the shore.

You laid back and turned to look at clarisse who was panting with her eyes closed.. “did you mean it” you asked.

“Mean what” she groaned.

“That Ares makes you feel like you don't deserve love,” you asked reaching out and touching her hand.

Clarisse kept quiet and huffed softly before turning her head away. That’s all the answer you needed. You sat up and turned so your body faced clarisse.. you reached down and kissed the girl gently but full of love.

“You don’t get it huh?.. Clarisse I would give anything to see the real you” You smiled down at her as if you felt the girl's pain.. “who gives a shit what Ares thinks.. if he doesn’t see how incredible you are then he doesn’t deserve to have you as a daughter”

Clarisse looked up at you embarrassed her mouth slightly open. She shuffled around in the sand to sit up before cupping your face and pulling you into a kiss. This kiss was soft yet there was so much emotion poured into it.

Once you two pulled away clarisse rested her forhead against yours scowling and scruntching her nose with her eyes close trying to hide some pain. “I think I’m in love with you” she finally admitted as she let her face fall to a more neutral look almost as if she just admitted defeat.

You smiled and placed a hand on Clarisse’s arm. “Yeah, I figured as much” You chuckled. “It’s ok though... I love you too”

Clarisse's Eyes widened and you laughed at her shocked face kissing her once again and pushing her to the ground.. the camp which was miles away at this point was something the two of you would deal with when the time came. Right now all that mattered was the two of you finally together.

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AN: y’all see how I tried to hide the lesbian flag throughout the fic with the title and border thingys 😝 anyways uhh listen to carols daughter I litteralt love her music so much

Idk how to end this so

[nymphomatique]

doing the TikTok couple outfit trend with nerd!miguel

this just sent me to my early grave btw

cw: none! fluff with barely one instance of suggestive language. also maybe angst if you squint. gn!reader with a fem outfit!

wc: ~ 600

❤︎ a/n: this was so cute im :(((. if you haven’t see the trend nonnie was referencing, here is an example! proofread today yippee!! happy reading <3

*all pictures are just for scene setting! reader has no specific race, genitals, body type, or pronouns mentioned!*

put the timer on before you press play,” you laugh, watching miguel fiddle with your phone. as tech savvy as he is, you find it endearing that he can’t operate tiktok properly.

the two of you were on a park date, picnic basket in hand as the sun shines overcast, warming your skin, matching the warmth you’ve been feeling all day. after a rough week, miguel had offered to cheer you up, by way of picnic, and you agreed, albeit with reluctance.

it had been your idea to match, of course. the small unspoken ways you feel comfortable giving affection towards him without outwardly saying the three words that stir and uneasy feeling in you.

naturally for a picnic, you opted for gingham, red of course, sporting by way of a long sleeved off the shoulder crop top with lace trim, and a denim mini skirt to match. the shoes were less understated with the farmers look you had going on, your steve madden platform sandals bringing your more than necessary edge to your outfit. miguel, still hunched down finicking with your phone, matched with you, wearing a red gingham shirt, unbuttoned with a white tee underneath. his light-wash blue jeans sat well on his hips, held up by a black leather belt, the same color as the loafers on his feet.

you had seen an influx of videos of couples on vacations and regular outings matching outfits and chronicling it in form of tiktoks, and some part of you felt like it would make you feel all the more conflicted in your feelings, but the other part of you wanted to hold hands with miguel and show off your matching outfits to the world, and the former part of you won.

bringing you back to now, where miguel finally has managed to set up the timer for your tiktok, but not without muttering, “the user interface is stupid. anyone could have trouble with it.” you can only laugh, admiring his clean shaven face, pouted lips, strong nose and soft eyes as he looks at you and asks if he can press play yet. you fix his hair, looping the little piece in the front around your finger to fix the curl and look at him in the eyes, his face red.

“yes.”

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“miguel, you cross your legs, and then clap. not the other way around. this is the second time!”

“that’s not what they did in the video i saw..”

“that’s because it’s not the one i sent you. i suggested this, so we’re doing it my way, not yours.”

after three takes of miguel either crossing his legs the wrong way or completely missing his cue, you were sure this take would be it.

so when he presses play and the timer goes off, you watch the minuscule versions him and you in your phones screen, and by some high power, you’re both in sync. and can help but laugh and exclaim your joy, pull him in for a kiss at his success. a kiss in which miguel gladly returns, lipstick marks be damned.

you look away shyly when you pull away. “knew you could do it,” you say, gaze lowered to the gold chain hanging from miguel’s thick neck.

“only cause i listened to you, my love,” he returns, bringing your gaze to his by pushing your head up with his index finger at your chin.

you give him a light pec before slapping his chest softly. “should have been listening to me the whole damn time. i’ve been too nice to you lately.”

“teach me a lesson later,” he says, the look of mischief in his eyes not unnoticed by you. “first, we eat. c’mom.”

with his hand in yours, you stroll through the park. together, and happy.

[sonicblueartist]

DRUNK LOVER

Masterlist

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃: Yes || No

Pairings: Nine x Reader

They/them // She/her // He/him // Other

Summery; We got a little bit drunk and cross a little line~

Warnings: suggestive themes, cursing

Word Count: 1500

A/N: This takes place in an alternative universe and don’t worry about Nine’s age. And do not worry, nothing too nsfw-ish but incase some of you don’t like it and not wanna be jumpscared over this I’ll put warnings down below~

@ctheathy Hmm, hope you like this my friend~ And sorry if it’s a bit short and weird.

Btw does anyone want to be in the tag list?

HAVE FUN!

You stumbled your way to the secret pathway in the subway, automatically walking towards the metal door. It was the middle of the night, not even subways working in these unholy hours. But you didn’t give much care about it. After all, you weren’t using the normal way to get in otherwise it would be a problem. You weren’t in a state to care anyway. In fact you caused more trouble on your way here. You stop to glance at the walls that have some old scratch marks on it with your unfocused gaze, suddenly all your focus on them, only for Nine to grumble and tug you away with a tight hold over your arm.

You hissed with his grip but didn’t complain. Even though Nine was furious about your careless actions over the evening and with your highly drunk self, he softened his grip a bit. He shook his head and scowled to himself. Like always, he had to step in before you do something to risk your life. Even walking around aimlessly on the streets is a big security failure. Thank god he erased all the evidence, so the Eggforcers won’t bother them about it. The human is nothing without his help in this state. Erasing them was easy, the thing he was mad about is your reckless attitude and he had to deal with the consequences all the time. As if he doesn't have more important things to deal with. But right now yelling at you would be meaningless. Also he needs to calm down himself. He also has more serious things to take care of which is involving some good focus, so after tapping the password with his tail he turned to drag you inside only to notice you were about to drop down from the edge to the rail line. He panicked and launch forward before you can fall. He gripped your arm and forcefully pulled you up with a grunt. A heavy sigh leaving his lips as you laid on the ground next to him with an innocent face. He rubbed his face, annoyed and held your figure by his tails and dragged you back inside the metal door as it slide shut after you both entered.

He carefully helped you the whole way to not trip so much and fall over. But with you losing your balance all the time and tripping over your own FEET made it much harder to work with. It was really testing his patience. He opened the door to his room and threw you on his bed, not minding how you landed in the dark room and groaned.

“You’re sleeping. Now.” And shut the door while ignoring your muffled whines inside. He knows you are in no position in fighting back, neither him. He was both mentally and physically tired. Though he would never accept that, especially when he had work to do.

When he finally sat on his chair he drag a long exhale and rested his limbs, he slide down on it a bit as he get a bit more comfortable and relaxed his aching figure. He groaned with his sore back, he grabbed on his shoulder to massage a little, grunting unsatisfied when he couldn’t do much. He shook his head ignoring it and rubbed his eyes and moved on with it. He still had a lot to do, so he moved his chair to his work table and looked back where he left off, quickly continuing with the aid of his tails, his organic ones twitching with how uncomfortable he felt with his metal ones right there. They felt extra heavy then normal. His tired body doing a poor job with carrying them at the moment because of all the previous running and fighting he did today but, of course, he ignored it. His sore legs literally screamed for him to not get up and rest, at least he listened to that. Ignoring his body begging for him to took his metal tails off.

After a while things just got slower and sloppy, he even stopped working with his hands leaving it to his tails, too exhausted to move a finger. His eyelids heaver then usual and it was getting harder to focus, even lifting his head was a pain to deal with for him. It was quiet, almost too quiet, not a sound coming from his room. Thankful that you finally fell asleep not making any more noise, he let himself finally work in peace. But the silence is not helping his tired mind. His focus still over his work, determined and stubborn to finish it, prying his half lidded eyes to stay open.

He rubbed his eyes and halted, a yawn escaping his lips. He decided this can’t continue like this or he was gonna fall asleep any minute. He get up from his seat with a huff and cracked his sore limbs with a satisfied moan. He couldn’t ignored his aching back any longer and with a displeased gaze he clicked his belt off. His hand shaking with how heavy it is, scoffing to his weak self, he grabbed it with both of his hands trying to prevent himself from shaking and dropped his heavy tails on his table and left to go get some coffee. He arched his back, not a crack could be heard as he huffed with a gruff sigh. He leaned over his kitchen table bored out of his mind and a tad bit annoyed as he waited for his coffee to be done, drumming his fingers over the table. Why can’t he just couldn’t get the satisfying feeling over his back? He was longing for that for a while now.

He hummed as he smelled his coffee and breathed out with a happy sigh. He needs this to wake up, like his life depends on it, which he might be exaggerating but whatever he didn’t care. He sipped and gulped the hot flavor down to his needy throat with big gulps, not caring his tongue burning in the meantime. He sighed literally can feel the hot steam coming out of his mouth. He walked back to his main place, now a bit awake with the new pain on his tongue and ready then ever to go back to his work. That’s until he should have known better than to underestimate you. He was nearly choking on his coffee when he saw you sitting and wide awake on his seat, slowly spinning yourself on it while you obviously waiting for his arrival, which was proven when your eyes met with his, you stopped moving. You two stared until Nine scofed, “What are you doing on my seat.”

You shrugged. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Okay… at least get on another seat. I need to work.” Luckily for him you listened more then obediently, happily and he peacefully sat on his seat while you continued observing him. He shruged off your weird giddy behavior, guessing it’s alcohol’s side effects. What made him swallow hard was how your gaze was traveling on his body. You stared at his body like a starving person straining for some food. He ignored it nevertheless, shaking his head and gulping down the last bit of coffee on his cup while you watched him drink eagerly. He ignored it once again and put the now empty cup on his table, he was literally breathing out steam for a second with how hot it was. He ignored the pain like always and continued on. It's fine. Pain can wake him up even further. He licks his lips and looks back at his work only to pause. Where… are his metal tails?

He sighed, he didn’t want to interact with you at the moment but he can throw that aside for now for the sake of his tails. He glance at you, “Where are my tails?”

You blinked and like it was obvious, pointed towards his organic ones. Nine held his breath, clenching his fists not wanting to say something that might upset you, not that you are in a condition to take it as offensive but… what you did somehow felt like an insult from his side, something itches inside him but he should have known better than asking something like that to you in that state. You’ve been pushing his patient far too much today. With both your actions and words. Why are you looking at him like that? He would never admit how it makes him feel. Yes, uncomfortable and nervous but… He took a deep breath and reminded himself that you are unaware.

He rubbed his eyes, “No… I meant where is my belt? You know the one attached to my metal tails. I know you take it. Where did you put it?” He tried to describe it a bit more for you trying to click something inside your head.

You shrugged again like you have no clue even what it was. Nine bit the inside of his cheek and rubbed his tired eyes, trying to not seem annoyed. It’s okay. They are drunk. They doesn't know what they are doing even though it’s their doings that led them drunk in the first place. He can easily handle his work without the tails aid.

He grumbled and turned back to his work.

���am hungry.” He paused and sighed, his ears dropping in annoyance.

He tapped his fingers then slowly turned to you, can’t hide his annoyance anymore, “Okay, fine, what do you want?” It’s not like he could scowl at you and shoo you away to leave him alone and get your own food. He feared that you would burn his kitchen at some point.

You dropped down from your seat causing Nine to flinch in worry and shock, he was about to reach for you to help you up but freezed on his spot when you started to crawl your way to his lap and snuggled your face deep in his hoodie, inhaling his comforting scent. His body stiffened, his breath caught in his throat, his cheeks flushed, confused with your sudden affectionate state, not used to it. But he didn’t have the energy to pull you away, nor he did feel like doing it… He suddenly realized how much he missed your touch. He hates to admit it but he melts every time you do it and always looks forward to it. No matter what, it helped him to relax, lay back, sleep in peace, forget his worries and anger. Of course, he would never ask for one and only wait if you would give him one nor will admit it… ever. He missed this. Your affection. It’s been a while since he felt your arms wrapped around him with nothing but pure love ever since you stopped your affectionate self after your… fight a few weeks ago.

He sighed, tears pricked over his eyes, he quickly blinked them away and laid his head over yours, in peace, his arms felt heavy but he hugged your waist softly anyway.

“Love you, Nine.” His ears twitched with your muffled voice causing him to cough on his breath, eyes wide in shock.

“You- You don’t know what you’re talking about.” He sighed, closing his eyes tightly, this was wrong you are not yourself, you don’t know what you are doing. You hate him he knows it. You are only stuck with him because of the Chaos Council. After that fight you two had he is sure of that. You only acted nice because you had no one like him. He didn’t— He— “Nine…” The way you breathed out his name with such heavy feeling, his breath hitched. You… Is it possible that you could be..?

He yelped when he felt your warm hand over his tails, softly petting them, he gritted his teeth, his breath picking up, memories flooding in his head but they quickly faded away as quick as they came when he remembered it’s only you and the gentle touches you use causing his heart to skip a beat. You are drunk and you are still really careful with him. He closed his eyes thightly. His breaths slowing down as his body started to relax in your embrace.

He tightened his hold over you, hiding his head away in the crook of your neck, not wanting you to see his tears. He sighed happily, sniffing, his tails swaying. He didn’t know why but he just… decided to forget everything at that second. Maybe he was just this desperate for some physical contact.

You slowly bring your hands over his shoulder, gripping them as he groaned, he breathed out as you massaged them. He bit his lover lip when you find a sore spot.

“Ah..” He trembled, “Ah, Shit, yes, there- there nnh.” He gasped and buried his face even deeper, leaving himself over your care as he moaned happily, finally satisfied.

You traveled your hands behind his back massaging him as he let you do your thing, you sneak your hand under his hoodie and continue massaging his back to his shoulders taking his hoodie in the meantime. He didn’t seem to even care about it, too deep in his bliss to even notice. You throw it away somewhere and crawl on top of his lap, he laid back on his seat, continuing holding your waist, tightening his grip here and there when you rub a good spot. His eyes tightly closed, he arched his back with another sore spot getting the attention it needed, a loud moan escaped his lips. Now his hoodie out of the way he felt your hands much better over his shoulders.

He blinked his eyes open when he felt something soft brushed his lips, he knitted his brows and closed them again not minding at the moment, even leaving a muffled moan in your lips as he lost himself in this familiar sensation he missed so dearly. He shivered when he felt your warm hands over his chest, playing with his soft messy fur. He grumbled with the loss of your massage but quickly forgot it with your lips parting away, stealing his breath. His hands boldly groping your hips while the bitter tastes of alcohol reaching his taste buds. Your hands traveled even further down on his chest, now exploring his abdomen, sometimes brushing over his shorts, your fingers slipping inside his tyre. His lungs burned with the need of air, he nearly whimpered when he had to part his lips from yours as he panted for his lost breath, didn’t wanted to separate himself from you, a string of saliva still connecting you with him.

He grabbed your sneaky hands and pulled them over his shoulders, pulling you in as his half lidded eyes met with yours, his hand playing with the hem of your shirt.

He swallowed and licked his lips, his eyes going between your lips to your needy gaze, a chuckle rumbled out from his chest, “Not too fast” he whispered.

He freezed, his eyes widening as his breath choking in his throat when you suddenly grind your hips over his groin. His courage quickly fading away as his face flushed red and his mouth opened wide with your boldness. Or should he say because of your lost sense of all the right perception in yourself. He gasped and quickly gripped your hips trying to prevent you from grinding further, “h-HEY! That’s enough!” He pushed you off of him. Not letting you drop flat on the ground but he literally fleed from your hold, face as red as a tomato. He know recalling his forgetten hoodie on the ground, he quickly grabbed it and wear it back in shame. What the fuck was he thinking?

“I’ll never gonna let you touch me next time you get drunk. Damn it, you better be thankful that you are not self aware.” He flushed with a groan. How can you be so bold and energetic in that state?

He dragged you and pushed you inside his room. “This time you are not getting out of there! Sleep!” He slammed the door on your upset face and grumbled stumping back to his chair.

He sit down and quickly gripped his face with a weak whine, “If I ever gonna let them seduce me again I swear…”

[brotherwtf]

what do you think their jealousy levels are like, as in do they get jealous easily/sometimes/not at all? and if they do, what specific things do you think gets them jealous? love all your work btw, your blog is one of my favourites on here xx

oh boy y'all aren't ready for this 😈 love writing me some jealously. also thank you so much! I love you too 💕💕

I think they are about equal parts jealous, but John is more verbally jealous while Gale is silently jealous. John will laugh jokingly and push other guys away, trying to be friendly but his eyes are ice cold. Gale will bring John in closer to him, shooting glares at people who try to come close

Gale HATES when John flirts with girls, in canon and in fanon, and just seethes when John comes sidling back over after sweet talking a girl like nothing has happened. He knows he shouldn't be jealous, hell he feels the exact same way the girls must feel, it just irks him how easily John smooth talks them

John gets really worked up when Gale lets another person touch him like he does, casual arm around the shoulder or a hand on his thigh. Gale will usually smile and push it off quickly, but it leaves John seething. Sometimes, he'll push the other person off of Gale and put his arm around him instead, claiming him as his

I feel like Gale gets jealous a little easier just because John is so flirty and charming, it makes him feel unworthy because the words just slip out so easily, did John mean anything he said to Gale?

They get really possessive whenever they're around exes in a modern au, maybe Gale has an ex he's on good terms with and they cross paths while he's out with John and they start chatting lightheartedly. John, of course, hates it and makes sure to pull Gale in by his waist extra close as if to say "He's mine, back off"

What if one time John spies an old fwb at a bar that Gale knows about. She starts chatting with John and John (professional yapper) obviously starts talking with her casually. Gale sees the flirting look in her eyes and the way she looks down at his lips every so often, and Gale bristles. At some point, he just grabs John's jaw mid sentence and kisses him obnoxiously, which scares the poor girl away

I think they're hella possessive of each other, once they got each other they don't want to let go and so I think that manifests itself a lot in their jealousy

The sex GOD the jealous sex. They would both get so handsy, wanting to rip flesh and conjoin their bodies so that they are one. John would fuck Gale into the bed, holding him down by his shoulders and whispering "You're mine, all mine," into Gale's ear the entire time. Gale would ride John like there's no tomorrow, pulling his hair and biting his neck to claim him as his

the morning after is always a blast, bright red bite marks on John's neck and shoulders, bleeding scrapes on his back from Gales nails. Gale would have marks all over him, red bruises along his ass, chest and neck from where John laid his claim on him, ass red and abused from how hard they fucked (they love it though, the pain caused by the other, it makes it feel real)

They lay in each other's arms and press soothing kisses to the harsh angry marks, an apology but still a claim all in all. God they love each other so much.

god I love them, my possessive little babies 🥲 this was really fun to write about, thank you for the ask!

[iliketangerines]

hiii !!! 🎀

I’m curious what are your thoughts on mavado??? 👀

btw love your fics 🫶🫶🫶

hooked on you

a/n: aww, i'm glad you like my fics

pairing: mavado x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), bondage, fingerfucking, creampies, overstimulation

Mavado hadn’t thought you would’ve looked so pretty tied up in his hooks, but as he runs a finger down the inside of your spread thighs, he’s so glad that he had tried this out

you had approached him about a week earlier with fidgety fingers and a nervous expression if he would tie you up, specifically with his hooks

he was no stranger to tying you up but tying you up with his weapons had never even crossed his mind, but he thought it would be interesting to see the red ribbons wrapped around your soft flesh

and he was right, you are absolutely gorgeous, on your back, legs tied up and apart to expose how desperate and needy you are, the red ribbon crossing around your body to make beautiful patterns, your arms tied above you so that you’re left immobile

the dangerous hooks cling to the bed frame, shiny and dangerous and dangerously close to your soft flesh, and yet your face remains calm, serene, trusting

you look up at him with hazy eyes and dopey smile, your chest moving up and down slowly, and Mavado crawls in closer to you, settling himself in between your spread legs

he places his thumb against your lip, and you obediently take it into your mouth, sucking on it lazily and eyes half-lidding as you do so

it’s a gorgeous sight, so trusting, so compliant, his darling caught in his web and yet you don’t struggle or squirm or beg

he’s never been so hard in his life as he pulls his thumb from your mouth and sees the string of drool still connecting your lips to his finger

Mavado runs his hands down your body, tracing over the red ribbon constricting your body and watching you shiver underneath his touch, and he settles one hand on the inside of your thigh and squeezes slightly

his other hand settles right between your legs, the spit-covered thumb pressing against your sensitive clit and slowly rubbing it back and forth

a small sound comes out of you and your hips twitch as a soft pleasure rolls through you, and Mavado licks his lips and moves his thumb slightly faster

you whine and attempt to rut your hits against his thumb for more pleasure, but the hooks hold you in place, keeping you helpless to the torturous pleasure he was giving you

the mercenary only smiles up at you, murmuring underneath his breath for you to have patience, and he pinches your clit lightly, just enough to make you jump

going back to rubbing the bud slowly, his hand on your thigh slowly strokes the soft skin up and down, just feeling the contrast of your soft skin with his rough fabric of the hooks underneath his fingertips

Mavado lets out a breath as he watches your pussy drool and drip onto the bed sheets below you, so needy and desperate for him, but you don’t beg, staying silent until spoken to, obedient to a tee

he groans and reaches down with his hand from your thigh to his aching cock, pre-cum beading at the tip and rolling down the length of it

wrapping his hand around the girth, he pumps himself at the same pace he’s rubbing your clit, watching as your mouth parts and your tongue darts out to wet your lips

you look up at him with wide eyes, a pleading look on your face for him to let you suck his cock, to please him and be good for him

Mavado hums and says that he’ll give you a treat later, and he swipes his thumb over the tip and spreads the pre-cum along the length, squeezing at the base

he was already so close to just cumming all over your pussy, to watch the cum drip down your soft skin and onto the bed sheets, to rub it into your skin with his thumb and mark you further as his

but it would be a shame to not fuck you when you’re so pretty and obedient right now, to watch the cum seep out of your pussy and stain the sheets

biting his lip, the mercenary presses his thumb into your clit little harder and brings his fingers to your drooling pussy, sliding in easily with how slick you are

it coats his fingers, practically drowning them in your want as he slowly thrusts into you and spreads his fingers, listening to the gasp and whimper you let out

he curls his fingers inside of you, massaging that spot that he knows will have you moaning and squirming in the ropes

and you don’t disappoint, a loud whine of his name spilling from your lips and your hips struggling uselessly against the fabric keeping you tied down

you writhe and moan and whimper as Mavado just abuses the spot, never letting up, never softening his touch, and he rubs his thumb against your clit faster to hear you cry out

incomprehensible garble falls from your mouth as you gasp and whine, and Mavado tells you to tell him what you want from him, giving you permission to speak

immediately, you beg him to let you cum, you’re so close, please, you need to cum so bad

Mavado only hums, continuing his relentless abuse on your pussy, and he tilts his head at you, how your brows are turned up and your lip is bitten raw from trying to control yourself

small tears collect at the edge of your eyes, and you just look so desperate and pretty, tugging uselessly at the rope and stuck underneath his thumb

he asks if you’re sure you want to cum, a ghost of a smirk on his lips, and you sob out please, please you need to cum so bad

Mavado thrusts his fingers inside of you, grinding the rough pad of his thumb against your clit, and he tells you to cum then

you sob out thank yous, your pussy clenching down on his fingers tightly, trying to bring them in deeper as you let pleasure fray and burst through every nerve in your body

he never stops massaging your sweet spot, making your cunt spasm around his fingers as you ride out your orgasm on his fingers, and Mavado squeezes the base of his cock again to keep himself from cumming at the sight of you so helpless underneath him

your chest heaves up and down as Mavado withdraws his fingers from you, your clit swollen and puffy from all the friction, and he licks his lips at the sight of a string of your cum connecting his fingers to your folds

bringing his fingers up to his mouth, he tastes your release on his fingers, moaning at the sweet taste of you, and you watch with hazy eyes as he licks his fingers clean

he smiles at you as he releases them from his mouth with a pop, and he shuffles in a bit closer, rubbing the head of his cock against your pussy folds

Mavado runs it through your folds, collecting your slick on the tip, and every so often it rubs against your sensitive clit, making you bite your lip

his own patience is wearing thin however, and he lines himself up with you and slowly sinks in, groaning at how your pussy swallows and grips onto his length

you let out your own whimper, gasping and feeling him fill every inch of you, stretching you thin and sending your mind into a fritz as he pushes into you

as his pelvis flushes against yours, he can’t help but groan at how you squeeze around him and how you whine and your hips just minutely grind against his instinctively

he lets out a calming breath to control himself, to not seem as desperate as you to cum, and he takes a second to admire your face, the tear tracks staining your cheeks and your swollen lips

your small whines turn into quiet whimpers, and Mavado finally starts to move, pulling out until only the tip remains and then slowly fucking back into you, listening to the wet squelch of your pussy and gritting his teeth at the feeling of you sucking him back in

his pace is slow and steady and one hand settles on your hip to act as a handle for him to thrust into you and his other hand settles onto your clit, his thumb stroking it slowly

your body jerks at the stimulation, your pussy squeezing him tightly, and Mavado grunts and keeps rubbing at the sensitive bud to feel you tighten around him

soon enough you’re writhing in your bondage again, moans and whimpers spilling out of you, and you cry out as you squeeze around him, your orgasm rushing over your body and making you shake and squirm

Mavado grins as he fucks you through your orgasm, his thumb never faltering in its pace against your clit, and he chases his own high, listening to your high-pitched keens and moans of his name

his own orgasm hurtles toward him, ripping through his body and sending his mind white as he cums inside of you, but he never halts his pace, fucking into you as he cums

with every thrust into you, he only pushes his seed deeper and deeper into you, some drops of it spilling out from your pussy and onto the sheets

but neither of you can care as he pleasure blinds the both of you

slowly, as his orgasm sputters out, his hips slow down and his cock softens with every thrust, but his thumb never slows in rubbing against your clit

overstimulation soon sets in for you, and you cry out, tears running down your face and hands tugging at the ropes, legs trying to twitch close and failing

Mavado grins up at you and slips out of you, lowering his face until you could feel his hot breath fanning over your swollen folds

he says that he’s dying for a taste from the source, and well, you did say that you wanted to cum

with that, he removes his hand and places both of his arms around the curve of your thighs, dragging himself closer into you as his nose grinds against your clit and his tongue fucks deep into you

you whine and blubber about it being too much, but you had already dug your own grave as Mavado moans happily at the taste of you

he would have to tie you up with his hooks more often