#poly content is... not my strength

[drawthething]

Happy @bobspolyweek !!

My contribution! I offer you poly cowboys

[yzzyhee]

lucky three — sjy & psh

bf!jake x fem!bodied yn x bf!sunghoon

warnings: established poly relationships, mlm ( 1 kiss sorry 🧌 ), kisses? idk just fluff mostly (98%) , maybe petnames?? not proofread, anything else lmk!

synopsis: on a rainy afternoon, you and your boyfriends realise how lucky the three of you are to have found each other

wc: 1.4k

a/n: idk guys its just my bday… its been raining for the past two days and i badly need this to happen to me + what aj wrote in her guess who fic 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 read it now.

jake’s arm drapes lazily around your shoulders, while sunghoon’s head rests comfortably on your lap. the three of you fit together as if you have been carved out from the same piece of clay. nothing ever feels incomplete when you are all together.

"tell me again why we decided to stay in today?" jake asks, his voice low but with a playful lilt as he tilts his head toward you. he traces lazy patterns with his fingers along your arm, the touch sending electric warmth through your skin. he is always tactile — always touching, as if afraid you will slip through his fingers.

"because it's raining, and i love the sound of it," you reply softly, your hand brushing through sunghoon’s raven-black hair. he closes his eyes, his lips tugging upward slightly, clearly enjoying the soothing motion of your fingers. sunghoon is quieter — thoughtful; his affection comes in soft waves, almost unnoticeable until you are pulled under and engulfed by the depth of his love.

"you love the rain, but jake hates it," sunghoon finally speaks, his eyes still closed. his voice deep, resonating through the quiet atmosphere of the room.

" i don’t hate it. i just don’t love it like she does," jake teases back, glancing at sunghoon before turning his gaze to you. his eyes, always full of light, sparkle with a mischievous glint.

it has been like this for a while now — your lives intertwined so naturally. your relationship feels like a melody, each of you three contributing with a different note and yet when you’re together, you create the perfect harmony. sunghoon brings calmness and stability, a quiet strength. jake is the warmth, the laughter, the chaos and you’re the centre, grounding them both in a way they never realise they need.

you shift slightly, pulling your legs under you and leaning back into jake’s chest. you sigh, contentment washing over your face like the rain outside.

"you know," you say softly, "i don’t think I've ever been this happy."

jake's fingers stop their movement as he leans down to press a soft kiss against your temple. "that’s because you’ve got both of us," he whispers against your skin, his breath warm.

sunghoon opens his eyes at this, a small smirk playing on his lips. "he’s not wrong," he says, shifting so that he can sit up and face you. his eyes meet yours, dark and intense, but filled with so much love it nearly takes your breath away. "you’re our everything."

you feel a lump form in your throat at his words. it’s moments like this — when they are so open, so raw with their emotions — that remind you just how deep your connection goes. the world outside doesn’t understand it;

some people judge, others whisper behind your backs. but none of that matters when it is just the three of you, like now, tangled in each other’s arms, completely content with the love you have found.

"i still remember the first time we told you," jake says suddenly, a soft laugh escaping his lips. "i thought for sure you’d reject the idea."

"reject you? never," you respond, shaking your head "you know i could never say no to either of you."

sunghoon raises an eyebrow, playful skepticism in his eyes. "you hesitated, though. for a second."

"i didn’t hesitate," you insist, but there is a teasing tone in your voice. "i was just…surprised, that’s all. it’s not every day you realise two guys you love are willing to share a relationship with each other and with you."

"and you never looked back," jake adds with a grin, his eyes filled with pride. "you belong with us."

sunghoon’s hand finds yours, gently pulling it into his lap, thumb tracing the back of your hand. his touch is always soothing, like an anchor in a storm. "we belong with you, too," he corrects, his voice tender.

your relationship is unconventional — some would even say complicated. but it isn’t for you. for you, sunghoon and jake it’s something as natural as breathing. there are no jealousy-fueled fights, no insecurities you haven’t already talked through. communication has always been your greatest strength. yes, it isn’t always easy, but you make it work because none of you can imagine life any other way.

"you two are everything to me," you say softly, looking between them. "i mean it. i don’t care what anyone else says."

jake's hand tightens on your shoulder, pulling you even closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "we’re yours. always."

sunghoon nods, his expression soft but serious. "we’re in this for the long haul, yn. you know that, right?"

"i know," you whisper, your heart swelling with emotion. "and i wouldn’t have it any other way."

the rain outside seems to slow, softening into a light drizzle as if mirroring the quiet calm that has settled over the room. jake’s eyes meet sunghoon’s, a silent understanding passing between them before jake speaks.

jake’s voice is barely above a whisper, but it carries all the weight of the moment. “come here,” he says, his fingers lightly tilting your chin to face him.

shift slightly, your heart racing with a mix of anticipation and love that bubbles beneath the surface. the connection between the three of you is palpable, the air thick with unspoken emotions. jake’s lips brush against yours in the softest of kisses — tender, almost hesitant. it’s sweet, gentle and yet it sends shivers down your spine, the kind that makes you melt into him even further.

sunghoon watches quietly, his dark eyes studying the two of you with a calm intensity. there’s no jealousy, only a quiet reverence for the love you share. after a moment, he reaches out, his hand resting on the side of your face, guiding you toward him. his lips meet yours next, the kiss deeper, slower. where jake’s kiss was light and playful, sunghoon’s is grounding — steady, like him. his thumb caresses your cheek as he pulls back, resting his forehead against yours for a moment, both of you breathing in sync.

"you’re so beautiful," sunghoon murmurs, his voice deep and quiet.

jake presses a kiss to your shoulder before leaning back into the couch, watching the two of you with a soft smile. “i could stay like this forever,” he says, his voice breaking the quiet but only adding to the warmth surrounding all three of you. “just the three of us, like this.”

you let out a soft laugh, leaning into the warmth of jake’s chest and resting a hand on sunghoon’s knee. “we really do fit together, don’t we?”

sunghoon nods in agreement, his fingers running absentmindedly along the hem of your shirt, a comforting gesture. “perfectly,” he says softly, almost as if he’s still amazed by how seamlessly you all connect.

jake chuckles, his hand slipping down to intertwine with yours. “we’re like puzzle pieces. weird, unconventional puzzle pieces, but we fit.” his grin widens, eyes sparkling mischievously. “and no one else can figure it out but us.”

the three of you share a soft laugh, the kind that fills the room with a warmth even the rain can’t dampen. outside, the storm has softened to a gentle drizzle, the rhythmic patter of raindrops on the window creating a peaceful lullaby.

sunghoon leans in again, this time pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before turning to jake. there’s a pause, an unspoken invitation hanging between them before jake smiles and leans forward. their kiss is unhurried, filled with a mutual tenderness and understanding that never fails to make your heart swell. when they part it’s with a soft sigh, their foreheads resting together for just a moment longer.

you watch them, feeling a deep sense of contentment settle in your chest, you’ve never felt more at peace, more loved than in moments like these — wrapped in the arms of the two people who mean the world to you.

“let’s stay like this a little longer,” you suggest quietly, not ready to break the spell of the lazy afternoon.

jake chuckles softly, pulling you closer to him. “i’m not going anywhere.”

sunghoon hums in agreement, his thumb still tracing soothing circles on the back of your hand. “we’re right where we’re supposed to be.”

and with that, the three of you settle back into the quiet comfort of each other’s embrace, the rain outside fading into the background as your world becomes nothing but the love and warmth that you share.

it’s moments like these that remind you just how lucky you are — to have found not just one, but two souls that complete you in ways you never thought possible.

[diabolikwriter]

Series - Sarang/Love

Saja Boys x Fem! Reader

This series is inspired by the incredible @emriiis ‘s series.

You actually managed to inspire me enough to get me out of my years long writers block

Tags: Mates, first meetings, protectiveness, demon pacts-ish, dates, A/B/O-Coded, heat/mating cycles, biting, more to come..

Part I: Meeting

Turning around the corner she ran into something warm and solid, and hands cradled her close. The scent surrounding her was warm and comforting, embracing her and making her feel safe. When she looked up she was met with a pair of brown eyes, which shockingly seemed to shine gold for a split second. “Are you alright?”, the voice asking her made warmth coiling in her stomach and making her clench her thighs. “Y-yeah, sorry I’m kinda in a hurry”, growls and groans broke out from both sides of her, which alerted her to the four other guys near her. Guys she had seen before… oh. The Saja Boys.

Part II: The past and the present

“What happened, where am I?” You asked. “You passed out, and now you’re in our apartment.” Answered Baby, “I’ll go tell the other guys that you’ve woken up, there’s some clothes on the dresser, and the toilet’s through that door.” He said pointing first at the dresser then at a door at the other side of the room. The second he left the bed, chills started crippling all over your body and you could see your breath, “What’s happening?” You panicked.

Part III:

Work in progress

Part IV:

Work in progress

Part V:

Work in progress

Part VI:

Work in progress

Part VII:

Work in progress

Part VIII: Ours

Work in progress

Characterisation/characteristics

I’ll use these to keep myself on track, with characteristic of each of the boys (you guys are very welcome to give suggestions)

Even though I upload these, there will be adjustments made and things added

Love ya! ❤️

Jinu

Abby

Baby

Mystery

Romance

[wife-of-all-dilfs]

from the flames | b. blake

masterlist

summary: season three — to signify the newly recognised alliance between the sky people and the grounders, a celebration is held within polis’ market square. a bonfire, alcohol, and the bawdy pulsation of drums is a sure-fire recipe for a stimulating night. add a watchful bellamy blake and his dancing muse into the mix, and, well… i’ll show you the consequences of such a potent combination.

pairing: bellamy blake x fem!reader

warnings: alcohol consumption/intoxication, sensual dancing, jealousy, sexual desecration??, mild possessiveness, arguments, bellamy speaking in trigedaslang (giggling and kicking my feet), dialogue-heavy, manhandling, mild angst, smut, unprotected p in v (do not), reader is short because i’m short, deal with it <3

notes: i haven’t recently been watching the 100 so the timeline and characterisation may be a little off. also, ik this took me a long ass time, but i’m gonna try and make sure the next two parts come out a little quicker <3 i love y’all!

word count: 2.5k

“People of Kongeda and Skaikru, tonight we gather as one, united by a common purpose and a shared future of alliance. Before us, this bonfire symbolises more than just a flame; it is a beacon of hope, an opportunity to cleanse old grudges and pain that has divided us for far too long.

“Let this fire signify a new beginning and serve as a reminder that unity is not our weakness, but our strength. Let it be known that from this day, we join not as enemies, but as allies, and anyone set upon spilling the blood of our allies is spilling the blood of us all. Let it be known: Jus drein, jus daun!”

“Jus drein, jus daun!”

As much as Lexa’s words intended to inspire harmony, the crowd massed below the second-floor balcony of the dominating tower she resided on reacted in any way but. Fierce declarations of worship were cried out; large fists were pumped in celebration; and misty clouds of brew and saliva were sprayed into the tepid night air.

All was well, for the first time since we landed on Earth.

“Happy Unity Day,” I murmured to myself, taking a sip from the metal cup in my hand. I was standing on the outer edges of the unruly crowd of dark, rugged figures, who were surrounding an unlit wooden mountain and raving as it abruptly burst into vociferous flames.

The monstrous tepee of sticks was raging at the centre of Polis’ trading square, an open area bordered with stalls and operating food vendors that infused the air with a salivating meaty aroma. Glimmers of light chipped away into the familiar starry night above and an orange ambience was cast throughout the square, seeming to blaze beneath the skin of those who orbited the fire.

It was a somewhat perplexing scene: to be together as one people, celebratingratherthan being at war with one another.

A pensive mechanic stepped in beside me, eyeing the mixed crowd of Grounders and Sky People.

Raven folded her arms over her chest. “Don’t you think the fact that the Ark originally had thirteen stations and the coalition now has thirteen clans is kind of…”

“Unsettling?” I finished for her. “Yeah. Probably best not tell these guys the story of how Polaris got blown out of the sky. Don’t want to give them any ideas.”

“Polaris… Polis…” she continued contemplating. “Think there’s anything equally unsettling about that?”

I looked at Raven. She looked back at me.

I sucked in a sharp breath—“I’m not drunk enough for this conversation”—and tipped the harsh contents of my cup down my throat. The liquid was molten in both its ferocity and colour and was infused with some potent earthly spice; it was a blow to the stomach upon consumption.

“Is that such a good idea?” Raven asked, judging me as my head craned back to capture the last few drops of throat-scorching goodness. “I’m all for pouring a glass when the occasion calls for it, but these people have stomachs lined with steel—what do you think yours is made of?”

I grimaced at the taste. “You tell me. You’re the genius.”

The roll of her eyes was deafening. “I’m just saying, they’ve probably spent decades perfecting their drinks to suit them, to match their tolerances. I mean, even that human fountain over there couldn’t handle it.” She nodded towards a cluster of barrels where a titan of a man wearing armoured shoulder pads and breastplates was hunched over, violently emptying his stomach onto the cobbled ground.

I swallowed my own stomach at the sight.

“I just assumed you wanted to spend the night somewhat differently,” she said, a sweet undertone of provocation twisting her words.

My brows furrowed, and I turned to face her. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Her lips twitched at the corners—never a good sign.

The thing was, I knew exactly what she meant. Her unspoken words had already been circling my mind for days, weeks, months even, increasingly accumulating with both heat and fervour.

As ironic as it was, I think it’s fitting to compare my situation to that of a star’s formation.

There I was, a delinquent sitting stagnant in a cold nebula of misery in the Sky Box, parted from my family and friends, sent hurtling to Earth to die, only then to have my cold, miserable cloud intruded upon by a fiery presence, a head of tousled brown waves and a pair of rich, dark chocolate eyes.

An awakener. An activator.

This intruder began filling my head with his words, his laughter, his brooding stare. The weight of his presence began to grow; thoughts of him consumed me. From the most surprisingly vulnerable conversations to even the tensest arguments, he had a heat inside me swirling and it was sweltering to unfathomable heights. It showed no signs of stopping.

Raven’s malevolent brown eyes were pointing plainly at something far behind me as if to answer my question. I knew what I would see even before turning around to look, but moronic as I was, I looked anyway.

Chin hovering over my shoulder, my eyes wandered through the scattered crowd of Grounders and Sky People alike that loitered the bonfire’s outskirts. There, sandwiched between Lincoln and an unoccupied trading stall, was a face that not only had my stomach contents lodged in my throat, but my heart as well.

Bellamy.

He was standing with his arms crossed, each one concealed beneath his distressed guard jacket. And although his stance screamed ‘Don’t talk to me,’ his face said otherwise. He and Lincoln were engaged in some high-spirited conversation, much unlike themselves (although the supply of drinks may have been to blame). Bellamy was speaking through one of his overconfident half-grins while alternating between gesturing to-and-fro with a single hand and tucking it back under his opposing bicep.

My chest was burning; the bonfire somehow must’ve seeped into my heart.

It should be stated here that when a nebula accumulates enough particles, it turns into a protostar—not a main sequence star like our sun, but something that holds the potential to be. At this point, the formation is at its most precarious. If a sufficient amount of mass is not acquired, the protostar will fail to stabilise and will cool into a brown dwarf, forever existing in the cold, lonely expansion of space as a reminder of what it could have been.

Bellamy’s head gravitated in my direction. Our eyes met through the asteroid belt of rugged figures between us. My breath caught in my throat, and I turned back around.

A reminder of what it could have been.

Sometimes I worry my insufficiency has damned me already.

“Oh, my god.” I squeezed my eyes shut. “Oh my god, Raven, why would you put me through that?”

“In the hopes that you’ll finally grow a pair and do something about it,” she replied, taking a sip of her drink to conceal her smirk.

“About what?” Now I was just being evasive.

She let out a frustrated huff and folded her arms over one another. Her countenance was a reflection of impatience: the raised eyebrows, the slight downward tilt of her head, the pursed lips. I almost laughed at her theatricality; then again, I almost cried because I didn’t want the reason behind it to be true.

I wanted Bellamy Blake.

The confession was boiling inside me; it was burning the tip of my tongue, and I knew I had to let it out to cool. And if the words were never spoken to him, then they at least had to be expressed to someone else, even if I never admitted them in the exactness I felt, for the exact words would be so heinous, so—hedonistic, that if anyone were to hear them, I’d be thrown into lock-up for the rest of my days.

“Fine, I guess I’m… attracted to Bellamy,” I spoke slowly, cringing at my own words. Raven’s face immediately lit up like an overzealous Christmas tree, her smugly curved lips parting to no doubt release an incongruous stew of condemnation and encouragement, which I stopped before it could even start. “Anattraction that I am not going to act on, Raven; our friendship is rocky enough as it is. I mean,” I scoffed, “have I even told how we first met? I held a pocketknife to his neck our second night on the ground because he threatened to pry off my wristband in my sleep. And he actually tried! You know that tiny scar he has on his cheek? That was from me!”

“Yeah, sometimes I forget how much of a self-righteous dick he was for a while there,” Raven mused. Her face then screwed with confusion. “Wait, how did you two even become friends? Because when I came down, you were at each other’s throats every single day over one thing or another, and then out of nowhere, it was as if the slate had been wiped clean.”

Ah.

The day the slate had been wiped clean.

A thick blurriness blanketed my vision as my mind withdrew from the present. You know when you get run down with some kind of sickness and your mind gets all scrambled and foggy? Like a fever dream? That’s what that day seemed like to me. Too many unimaginable things had happened, too many emotions and losses were felt, and I’d only shared them with one person before.

“You still there?”

My gaze flickered to Raven momentarily. She was staring at me, half with impatience, half with concern. “Just—” I raised my hand slightly in front of me “—give me a second.”

I inhaled. One, two, three. And I exhaled. Three, two, one.

A vulnerable creature of some sort nestled in my brain, softening the tone of my voice as I hesitantly began, “It was the, uh, the day the Exodus Ship crashed. My dad was on it,” I said, my last words barely audible. “Knowing that he was gone was one thing, but watching the ship crash? That messed me up for a good while.”

Raven, taken aback, muttered her apologies. I just shook my head in return. I sucked in a sharp breath, forcing the memory into the cobwebbed corners of my mind, and then continued, “Bellamy had found me in the woods that night. It wasn’t exactly a pretty sight. I think that seeing me in such a vulnerable state forced him to set aside his asshole-ry for a while because he actually managed to… comfort me.”

I remembered the tone of his voice, so shockingly gentle yet hardened in his trademarked sort of way as he reassured me endlessly that I would be okay. I remembered the warmth of his body as I lay crumpled and sobbing in his lap on the forest floor, clinging onto his arm as if it kept me from plummeting into a bottomless pit. I remembered his hands, swiping away the thousands of tears that streaked my face, the hair from my eyes.

I remembered our brief conversation as we walked back to camp: “I won’t tell anyone. I promise,” he had said, to which I whispered, “Thank you,” and after a short pause, he spoke again, “We all need someone sometimes. I know we don’t have the best history together but… I can be that someone if you ever need,” and then, once more, with an unwelcome flutter in my stomach, I whispered, “Thank you.”

A small, bittersweet smile lifted my lips. My voice sounded distant to my ears as I continued speaking. “We still nicked at each other here and there after that—that tension between us has never really disappeared—but there was also this new mutual understanding. And somewhere from mutual understanding came a rough-around-the-edges friendship, and then friendship turned into something else.” I paused to recollect my thoughts. “Well, for me, at least.”

Between the moment I started speaking to the moment I stopped, my gaze had wandered sheepishly to the toes of my boots. I felt so exposed, like the outer layers of my being had been cracked open to reveal a part of my soul to a girl I hadn’t even known existed until two months ago. Suddenly I remembered why I didn’t drink often.

I stood awkwardly, waiting. The weight of my confession and vulnerability were looming above us.

Raven was quiet; she made no witty remark or tease. Her eyes had only softened with understanding, shifting back and forth as my words were mulled over in her brain. And it was only from her foreign silence that I realised what her next question could be: why don’t you just tell him?

I began, “I don’t want to ruin—"

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” she finally interrupted, shaking her head as if to dismiss my unspoken sentiment. “The age-old ‘I don’t want to ruin what we have right now’. But what exactly is that?” Her eyes once again interrogated mine. “Because I’ll make it clear to you right now and say that what you two have is not just friendship. Come on. You and Bellamy?” She shifted her head to catch my drifting gaze. “Anyone with eyes can see something is there, but clearly, neither of you have a pair.”

Talk about tough love.

A harsh outflow of air exited my nose, and I pushed my hair back out of my face. Everything was much more complicated than I thought it was. Was I really as blind as Raven said? I would have already seen what she does if it were true, right? Did Bellamy really feel the same?

Am I drunk?

I glanced behind me once more, catching a glimpse of Bellamy tilting his head back to finish his drink, exposing the sculptured column of his neck. Heat flushed through my cheeks.

Christ. I couldn’t let this one go. There wasn’t a chance.

“What am I supposed to do?” I asked, still watching him.

An uproar of hoots and howls exploded throughout the square as the sound of drums and horns began to play, bringing my attention to the second-floor balcony of the Commander’s Tower where the noise floated down from. Drums pulsed with bawdy rhythm; horns bellowed with lewd backbone; a woman purred tribal vocalisations.

Bodies began swaying in disharmonious synchronisation around the bonfire, in pairs, in groups, individually. What tethered them was the raunchiness of their movements and the subtle carnality of their interactions with one another. I’d never seen anything like it; as I looked over at Raven and saw her similar intrigue, I knew she hadn’t either.

That was my mistake—to even acknowledge her in such a moment, especially after speaking about our previous topic. Her lips began stretching and stretching into a particularly wicked grin, and she turned to me. The devil was burning in her dark eyes.

Her answer to my question: “Give his eyes something to look at.”

part two

[staylovesmiley]

Going Dumb~ Chapter 15

₊˚⊹ᰔ Pairing; Kim Seungmin x Fem!reader, Stray kids x Fem!reader

₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ Summary; It had been over a decade since you had last seen each other, having met in choir when Seungmin was living with his grandparents in LA and you with your Aunt. Now that you are both presented adults, how will he handle a change to the reality of you he had made in his mind in your absence over the years?

₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ Notes; This is an omegaverse!AU. in this world when someone reaches puberty they will present with one of three sub genders; alpha, beta, or omega. Due to Alphas and Omegas experiencing rut and heat, some jobs are restrictive as to what sub genders they will hire, specifically singling out omegas as heat suppressants are harder to obtain than rut suppressants. Scent glands are located near the pressure points on the neck and small hormonal patches called scent blockers can be placed over them to reduce or rid an individual of their scent for a period of time depending on the strength of the hormones in the patch.

₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ Warnings; omegaverse!au, beta!kim seungmin, almost all alpha!straykids, female!reader, poly!pack dynamics, angst, mild violence, mentions of sexual harassment/assault and discrimination, smut, enemies to lovers, Kim seungmin is kind of an ass I’m so sorry dandy boy, she/her pronouns used for reader, jealous seungmin, I have only ever wrote one omegaverse story before but it is one of my favorite genres so I hope I can do this justice~

Things were starting to get…tense, so to speak, between you and some of the members.

The show in Singapore went over well and in the days back home in Korea before heading to Australia for a few weeks you found yourself with very little alone time. Sure, you had a day off here and there where you expected to be able to relax but instead you were pulled away to vocal lessons with Seungmin or dance practice with Minho. The alpha and beta were wearing you down and you often came home more exhausted on your days off than you would if you had been working. You didn’t understand why they were taking this joke so seriously, why they kept insisting you train at an idol level, until a few days before you were set to leave for Australia. 

Chan had called you into the studio and your first thought was that he maybe just needed your assistance with something or wanted some company while he worked. It wasn’t unusual for you to lounge on the sofa in his studio while he worked, giving his track a listen when he felt like he needed outside input even though you weren’t sure of how much help you really were. When you arrived you felt a little sense of relief that for once in what felt like so long you weren’t coming to the company to be drilled in singing or dancing, you could finally relax a bit and enjoy your time off. That feeling, however, didn’t last long. 

“What the actual fuck, Chris-“ 

The producer held out a headset to you, holding the door to the recording studio open with a hopeful glint in his eyes. “Please just try it? If you hate it then we can scrap it- I just….i wrote this song because I couldn’t get it out of my head and I think it would suit your voice so perfectly.” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. This wasn’t a joke anymore, and to them maybe it never had been. You shook your head at him in disbelief and turned to leave. “Bunny please wait- just hear me out!” You flipped him off, already tired of this game they had been playing. You had too much going on right now, too content with the life you had with them to make any changes at this time and throw off the balance. Why couldn’t they understand? It hurt a little to leave the alpha there without a word but you just…you couldn’t deal with the pressure right now. You were not idol material and your outburst all those months ago at the met proved that to yourself so why didn’t it seem to dawn on them that this was a bad idea.

As you headed for the elevator you ran into Felix who gave you one of his warm and cheery smiles “Hey Bunny! What are you doing here on your day off?” You frowned, looking back over your shoulder at the alpha leader’s studio before turning back to the alpha in front of you. “Nothing just…checking on Chris. Making sure he isn’t working too hard..” You could tell he knew you were lying, most likely knowing at least some of the others plans to turn you into a star. If he did know, however, he didn’t mention it as his smile stayed firm on his lips and he stepped forward to run a hand through your hair before patting your head fondly. “You’re always looking out for us, thank you. I was just heading out too to grab a bite to eat, wanna come with?” You sighed in relief, nodding as you linked arms with him. “Please? I need to get out and get some fresh air I think- this building is so stuffy and I’ve been spending far too much time in it for my own liking.” The dancer chuckled and lead the way to the elevator. You chose not to comment on how he had been coming from that direction originally, clearly not planning to leave as he had stated but in fact just arriving. But you were grateful to have his company so you kept that to yourself and decided not to question him and his choices.

The two of you went to a cafe not too far from the company, settling down in a booth far in the back with your respective drinks as you waited on your food to be served to you. “So what’s been up with you lately? I feel like I hardly ever see you at home anymore.” The blonde asked as he took a sip from his drink. You sighed, resting your head against the cool wood of the table in front of you. “Don’t remind me-“ Felix chuckled a bit, poking your head gently. “Has 2min been going too hard on you?” He teased, wiggling his eyebrows at you when you eventually sat back up. “That’s an understatement…Chan now too, apparently. I thought you guys were joking about all that idol stuff, ya know-“ The alpha hummed a bit, giving his thanks to the server once your food was delivered to the table. “Yeah I kinda figured…but I don’t think the others realized you weren’t taking them seriously. Have you talked to them about it?” You sighed again, taking a bite from your sandwich. “Kind of? Any time I bring up how ridiculous they are being I get brushed off like they think I’m just not being confident in myself…” Felix nodded, swallowing his own bite of food before responding. “But that’s not it, is it?” You shook your head, running a hand through your hair. “No, it’s not…it’s- a lot to take in. Sure, when I was a kid I would have been over the moon at the idea of being an idol, or a singer in any capacity. But now? We are finally in a good place…things were so turbulent there for a while and you guys have the tour going on and I feel like I’m just now settling in to my role in the pack and as part of your team…I’m afraid this will ruin things again or put unnecessary stress on myself and them..” The dancer watched you carefully, taking in your words as he ate some more of his food before washing it down with more of his ridiculous sweet coffee order. “I understand what you are saying. Maybe you should sit them down and have a serious conversation about it? I get those three can be a little intense sometimes, I mean we all can. They see a lot of potential in you and I’m not gonna lie and say I don’t see it too but I get how overwhelming it can be. They will get it too if you just tell them..like really tell them, not in a passive way but in a serious way.”

You groaned a bit, rubbing at your face tiredly. “I know- but they just seem so hopeful about this for some reason and even though I’m scared I don’t wanna let them down…which scares me even more that I will.” Felix chuckled a bit and tore his chocolate croissant in half to place one on your plate. “Thanks-“ you said softly, giving him a warm smile before taking a bite. “Just trust me, okay? They will understand and hopefully will back off a bit until you feel ready, even if that is never.” You nod, feeling a little lighter after talking with the freckled alpha about your troubles. “We should do this more often, Lix. You’re a really good listener.” You didn’t miss the blush that painted his cheeks, hand coming to rub at the back of his neck. “I try- now let’s forget about all the stress of your pending idol status and my current idol status and maybe catch a movie or something? Just be…people for a little bit before we have to go back on tour?” You grinned, nodding enthusiastically before finishing up your food. “Don’t have to ask me twice, I’d love that!” 

You weren’t sure if Felix had said something to them, but it seemed like everyone finally backed off on all of the idol talk surrounding you at least for a while. It could have also been the excitement of going to Australia again after so long and for a few weeks at that. There was plenty of chatter from all of the members about what they planned to do once they landed and had some free time to kill in the country. 

Once you all landed and got settled in the hotel in Melbourne, you set to unpacking and going through your nightly routine when you noticed something very important was missing. “No…no no no- fuck!” You had practically dumped out the entire contents of your suitcase. Clothes, accessories, and toiletries littered the bed and floor as you ran your hands through your hair scanning the items for the little white box you were positive you had picked up from the drugstore before leaving. With shaking hands you made your way down the hall to Chan’s room, knocking so lightly on the door you weren’t sure he would hear you but soon the door was opening to reveal a freshly showered alpha dressed in a pair of loose fitting shorts and a blank tank top as he towel dried his damp hair. “Bunny! Everything okay? You look a little pale-“ He immediately stepped aside so you could enter. Once inside you continued to play anxiously with your hands as he closed the door and followed after you. “So um…I seem to have maybe, kinda, sorta forgot to pack uh…my suppressants?” You couldn’t face him pacing back and forth nervously as you bit at your lower lip. “I know it was irresponsible of me especially after last time and I really don’t know how I forgot- they were sitting on my desk with all my other vitamins to pack but I must have forgot to grab them-“ Chan sighs a bit, stepping up to place his hands firmly on your shoulders. Soft brown eyes scan over you carefully as his thumbs rub soothing circles over the sleeves of your sleep shirt. “Bunny, take a deep breath. It was an honest mistake, yeah? Let’s calm you down and we can talk about what to do from there.” You nod slowly, letting the scent of the ocean rolling off of him soothe your nerves as you both take a seat on the sofa. You angle your body towards the alpha, curling up into Chan’s side as he rubs your back slowly. “We’re gonna be in Australia for a while…there are a few options though- first one is we can try and find somewhere that will fill your prescription even though it’s kind of last minute.” You frown, burying your head in his neck with a whine. “That’s gonna be kinda hard considering I just filled it before we left- any other ideas?” Chan runs a hand through your hair, looking down at you with a soft and shy smile.

“Well we are gonna be here a while, right? But there is a chance you won’t go into a heat until after we get back and you have your suppressants handy.” You think for a moment, eyes closed so you miss the way he is staring down at you hopefully. “But what if I do go into heat? It would be like a repeat of earlier this year with Hanji and-“ Chan cut you off, shaking his head as he pulled away slightly causing your eyes to open. “Maybe, but this time we would be prepared. We can get whatever you need and set you up a space until it passes…and if you want one of us could help you through it-“ Your eyes widen, sitting up straight and facing him. “Chris you can’t be serious-“ He shrugged, a bashful smile playing at his lips. “I mean I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t be willing to help…I’m sure we all would- just…think it over? Let me know in the morning and if you want I can start looking for somewhere to get suppressants from to last until we are back home.”

You sighed, shaking your head as you stood up. “Yeah um…I’ll think about it- thanks for helping me out and I’m sorry I fucked up and forgot them knowing we’d be here for the better half of a month..” In an instant he was standing as well, wrapping his arms around you and giving a kiss to the top of your head. “We’ll figure it out, I’m just glad you came to me this time so I could help find a solution.” You shook your head a bit, biting back a laugh as your shoved his shoulder lightly. “Yeah yeah you’re just excited at the idea of helping me with my heat.” Holding his hands up defensively, Chan let out a chuckle. “Guilty- but please don’t feel like you have to go that route or if you do that you have to pick me…we are a pack and I’m sure any of the guys would be willing to help. I mean- Han helped you last time and things went well? I’m sure he’d be willing to help you again.” 

Blushing slightly, you nodded your head as you took a deep breath. “Right- well…just um- call around and see if we can get the prescription filled and in the meantime we will just see what happens? Kinda don’t have another option right now..” Chan nodded and gave a gentle kiss to your temple before leading you back to the door. “Go get some rest and I’ll try and take care of it, yeah? No need to stress now when we don’t even know if you’ll go into your heat while we are here.”

If only you were so lucky…

It was a few days into being in Australia, the same day as the concert in Melbourne, actually. You were helping the members back stage when one of the stylists noticed your scent shifting into something much sweeter than it normally was. “Um, Bunny? Are you feeling alright?” She asked softly as she pulled you aside once she had finished setting up her makeup kit. “Yeah I feel great! Why?” You weren’t lying, you felt pretty good. You had gotten a good nights sleep and felt like you had just downed a buckets worth of caffeine. That- should have been your first warning. “Nothing just…take care of yourself, yeah?” She glanced over at where the members were goofing off before looking back to you with a smile. 

You found it a little odd but pushed the interaction to the back of your mind as you got back to work. Your next warning was when you were helping some of the other stylists with dressing the members and found yourself with your face buried in Hyunjin’s neck as you inhaled his warm leathery scent deeply. The alpha dancer giggles as your breath tickled his skin, hand instinctually coming to rest at the back of your head. “Bunny what’s gotten into you- you don’t normally scent me like this..” your eyes widened and you pulled back so fast you almost sent the both of you tumbling where you still had a grip on his collar and he on the back of your head. “Oh gosh I’m sorry Jinnie- you just smelled so nice I got a little carried away….I should have asked first-“ It was then he seemed to get his own whiff of your scent and his pupils grew to match your blown out state while he looked you up and down. “No it’s- I don’t mind, you should do it more often.” You blushed and shook your head, seemingly snapping out of a trance as you hit his shoulder lightly. “Go finish up with hair and makeup, yeah? You’ve gotta save all that flirting for stay.” 

The last warning you needed was your energy from earlier fully depleting while the boys were on stage, curling up on the couch hugging one of Jeongin’s sweatshirts to your chest with your face pressed firmly in the collar where his scent was the strongest. You stayed that way until it was time to load up and head back to the hotel when you felt Changbin’s strong arms scoop you up to carry your lethargic form to the van. “Hmph? What’s going on?” You mumbled, rubbing sleep from your eyes with one hand while the other still held tightly to the maknae’s clothing. “The concerts over, bun- we’re headed back to the hotel…” The muscled rapper chuckled as he carefully set you down in your seat. Chan came into your field of vision then with a soft smile that was laced with some concern. “We need to have that talk when we get to the hotel, yeah? Remember, make a plan?” You were still a little confused from sleep and the pheromones he was pushing out towards you were not helping your brain fog. “What do ya mean?” You mumbled as you once again attempted to rub the sleep from your eyes.

“Bunny…you’re in preheat- all of us can smell it.” Minho interjected from the seat beside you, distracting you from Chan climbing into the seat on your other side and helping to buckle your seatbelt. “Wha- but it’s too soon? Right?” You groaned a bit in annoyance, resting your head back against the seat as it finally settled in. “Hey, I said before not to stress so don’t stress okay? We’ll talk about it in private, okay? Do you want to just talk with me or have the whole pack there?” The leader’s voice was calm but you could tell he was holding back from scenting you right there in front of the driver. “Um- just you, if that’s okay? And Minho.” As you added the last bit the alpha to your left perked up curiously and looked over to his leader. “Yeah that’s okay. Just relax and we will talk about it soon. We aren’t that far from the hotel.”

Once you all arrived you were quickly ushered into the elevator with Minho on one side and Chan on the other, the rest of the members watching in different stages of confusion as you left them all behind. You made it to Chan’s room quickly and once you were seated on the couch with Chan standing in front of you and Minho sat in the arm chair in the corner, they both looked at you expectantly. “So Bunny, this is up to you…how do you wanna do this?” The eldest said as he rested his hands on his hips. From his tone of voice you would think he was talking about something as trivial as washing the dishes or cooking a meal but the expression he wore on his face told you he was a little on edge and eagerly awaiting your call on what you planned to do for your heat. “If you want we can set you up somewhere away from us and make things as comfortable as possible for you to ride this out so we don’t bother you or get in the way or ya know…make you uncomfortable-“

“I want Minho.” You cut him off mid ramble, face serious as you looked over at the alpha in question who sat with eyes as wide as saucers. “Me?” He asked quietly after a while, pointing a finger at himself as he looked from you to Chan. You nodded slowly, standing up to give your body a good stretch. “Yeah. Things will go faster with help, and I trust you.” Both alphas looked between each other and you multiple times without saying a word causing you to shift your weight between your feet awkwardly. “If you don’t want to that’s okay, I just- Chan had mentioned you guys might be willing to help and so I thought-“ It was your turn for your anxious ramblings to be cut off as Minho stood from his seat abruptly, almost pushing it back into the wall with the speed of his movements. “I’ll do it. Um- I mean I don’t mind if that’s what you want.” You couldn’t help but let out a little laugh at his enthusiasm, shaking your head as you shifted your focus back to the topic at hand. “We have some time before it really hits…probably won’t be until after we’re in Sydney. We have an Airbnb for our stay there, yeah?”

Chan nodded, still looking at Minho almost….with jealousy? “Yeah- we do. There is a loft bedroom I can set up for the two of you. Unless you want a place just for you both? I can make the arrangements-“ He began pulling out his phone, presumably to book a place for you and Minho to spend your heat together in private. “No I uh…I want you guys there in case anything happens? Incase we need you guys- I don’t want it to be like last time with Han I want the pack there.” You watched as Chan swallowed hard before nodded, a shy smile playing at his lips. “We can do that. I’ll let staff know what’s going on as discreetly as possible and have them make sure we have all the supplies you guys will need….food, water, um- other stuff….” You laughed again as you walked up and gave the alpha leader a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks Channie, you’re a good leader. I’m gonna go get some rest, you should too since we’ll be traveling most of tomorrow.” 

With that, you left both alphas alone. Once you made it back to your room you found Seungmin curled up in your bed scrolling on his phone. “Minnie? Whatcha doing here?” You made your way over to your suitcase and grabbed what you would need for a quick shower before bed, ruffling his hair on your way past. “Wanted to make sure you were okay…um-“ He locked his phone, setting it down on the bed before sitting up to face you. “You’re starting your heat soon….aren’t you?” You gave him a little nod, feeling a bit embarrassed discussing it with him knowing that in the past he seemed to get a bit jealous over you spending time with Minho and now you were about to share a heat with the man. “Yeah, I am-“ Seungmin nodded, looking down at his lap for a bit as he played with the hem of his sleep shirt. You hadn’t realized your talk with the two eldest of the group was long enough that he had time to shower and be waiting on you in your room. “Um- is it okay if I stay in here with you tonight? I’ve heard omegas can get really awful cramps during preheat and so I brought a few hot hands and thought maybe we could watch a movie until we fall asleep? I know it’s not the same as having a heating pad but-“ You couldn’t help but smile at his kindness, making your way over to kiss him softly on the forehead. “That’s very sweet, Seungmin. Yes, please stay? I just gotta wash up and then I’ll be right back yeah?” He nodded, his damp hair flopping almost like puppy ears despite its shorter length than in the past. You let out an involuntary giggle as you turned and made your way into the bathroom.

After your shower you came back and immediately flopped down onto the bed beside the main vocalist, snuggling up into his side causing him to shiver a bit with your still damp hair brushed against his neck. “No no, come on. Up.” You pouted a bit as he stood, tugging on your arm to pull you back into the bathroom. “What-“ He sat you down on the closed toilet seat and took the hotel hair dryer off of the wall as well as a fresh towel from the shelf. “You can’t go to bed with wet hair, you menace.” He teased, gently towel drying your hair some more before turning on the hair dryer. “Oh and you’re one to talk Mr CEO of menaces.” You giggled, flinching a bit as the hot air blew against your scalp. His eyes widened at the movement and quickly he turned the device off. “Too hot? Sorry-“ You nodded a bit, watching as he fumbled around a bit trying to get the temperature turned down before turning it back onto your hair. “Better?” You hummed, eyes closing as you let the warmth flow over you. “Mhm much better.” 

Once your hair was mostly dry you both went back to the bedroom and snuggled up close together under the covers, the beta opened up two of the heating packs he had brought and shook them until the began to warm. You placed them on your abdomen and sighed in relief, head resting on his shoulder. “Cozy?” He asked softly, arm coming to rest around your shoulders a bit hesitantly. “Very, thanks Minnie.” With a nod, he started scrolling through the options for movies while asking your opinion to see what you should watch.

The rest of your evening was spent curled up into the betas side as he gently played with your hair until you both fell asleep, the smell of sweet citrus and warm laundry filling the room and helping to lull you into a deep slumber.

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Omega Ours - Part 1 | Alpha!Cassian x Alpha!Nesta x Omega!Reader| Short Series 2.7k

After fighting your way out of every potential mating offered to you, your village sends you off with the High Lord. Rhysand, tired of dealing with the Alphas living in the House of Wind, gifts you to Cassian and Nesta in the hopes that it'll settle all three of you down.

Warnings: 18+ sexual content, language & themes. Omegaverse dynamics including Alpha & Omega and the sexist assumptions/implications that go along with it, heat/heat cycles, forced proximity, d/s themes, only one bed (and only one chaise), lots of tropey tropes! No use of YN but liberal use of pet names.

Divider by @firefly-graphics & @reveriesources

Cassian & Nesta - from Pinterest

Created for @polyacotarweek - prompt 5 faveourite tropes (Omegaverse, only one bed, forced proximity, sort of insta-love)

Part 2 will be posted on the 13 (Free day!) follow @illyrianlibrary for updates ❤️

Part 2 | Masterlist | Poly Fics | Cassian

The only way to describe the couple stood before you was - handsome. 

The High Lord and Lady who’d brought you here were beautiful, elegant. But this couple could only be described as handsome, strong, Alpha. 

You knew them, of course. General Cassian of the Nightcourt and his mate, Lady Nesta. Lord of Bloodshed and Lady Death, they’d called them in the camps that circled the Illyrian villages like pilot fish on a shark.  

“I’ve brought you a present,” Rhysand drawled, pointing at you. “Well, it’s a favour and a present. The last unmated omega of the season. She's  from the Western Isles, I thought it might help to tamp down your behaviour if you two had a project.” He grinned and you turned to look at Nesta and Cassian again. 

It was true, you’d rejected every mate offered to you, bitten some of them, in your desperation to get away, and that’s how you’d lost your freedom. Fighting the boys from the village was one thing, fighting an Illyrian was another. They’d hauled you into the camp in front of the High Lord on his last visit and demanded compensation. 

Rhysand, ever flush with jewels and gold, had paid them and then had a set of cuffs and leathers made for you. Nightcourt black velvet, red stitching and silver buckles. But restraints were still restraints, no matter how soft they felt against your wrists and ankles. He’d had new clothes made for you as well, traditional sheer panels of matching blood red that hung in gossamer curtains down your legs, pooling around you as you were forced to your knees in front of the Lady and General. 

“I don’t know what you mean,” Nesta studied her nails, her air bored but her eyes kept flickering towards you. 

“Come now, Nesta, we both know you and Cassian caused quite the stir the last time you were both in heat.” 

You were right then, you could smell it on them anyway, that raw power and strength that designated them as Alpha. 

“Still -  you want us to take care of your problems?” Nesta huffed. 

“Of course not, she’s a gift, for you and Cass, if you happen to tame her enough that she stops mauling my men then that’s a bonus.” 

You looked between them, it was undeniable how attractive they were. Better than the mud caked idiots from the village at least, but you still railed against the hand that dragged you back to your feet. 

Cassian kept his hand under your elbow, pinching your cheeks with his other hand. “Come on, Nes. She’s cute, isn’t she?” He angled your face up towards his mate. 

Nesta shrugged one shoulder and you snarled, snapping at Cassian’s fingers. 

“Feisty,” he gave a deep chuckle, “I like that, that’s how Nes and I got together.” He hauled you over his shoulder, your legs and arms dangling, the panels of your dress slipping dangerously. 

“Put me down!” You beat your fists on his back. 

“Should have thought of that before you tried to bite me,” he teased, jostling you. 

You scowled at Nesta, who followed, laughing, through the halls of the palace and then tried using the only knowledge you had about the Illyrians. You reached out and grabbed his wing, squeezing as tightly as you could. 

He growled back, the sound travelling up through his chest into yours, vibrating your very core. 

“You want to play rough? Good.” 

Cassian shouldered a heavy door open and suddenly the sweeping corridor was gone and a dark, warm room wrapped itself around you. 

The walls were an oxblood red with thick velvet curtains that lay heavily in front of the eternally open windows. The soft jasmine breeze that circulated through the house was mixed with the cleaner scent of mountain air and the crackling of a fire, rich and inviting. 

The general set you down, his gaze travelling slowly down your figure. He clenched his jaw and then instantly turned to his mate, cupping her cheeks in his large hands and kissing her roughly. She growled in response, leaning into his embrace and allowing him to lift her against his body. You watched as he carried her across the room to an open archway, almost hidden behind a large tapestry, and then they vanished again. 

Tentatively, as much as you could with the thin chain connecting your ankles, you crept across the room to the curtain, now brushed back and curling heavily on the polished floor. 

Nesta and Cassian were tangled on the bed, the heady scent of their arousal lay thick in the air, the bedsheets already rumpled as if they’d been interrupted before, the room in disarray. 

On both bedside tables there were stacks of books of various genres, a pitcher of water on one and dagger on the other. 

“Either come in or go,” Nesta groused from the bed, hair messy, one of Cassian’s hands still tangled in the long golden-brown strands. 

“Play nice, Nes.” The general laughed, biting at Nesta’s earlobe. “You can join us or you can sleep,” he said over his shoulder. 

Sure enough there was a small chaise made up with blankets at the end of the bed. You shuffled over, and fell heavily onto the soft cushions listening to the sound of their love making. Each grunt and moan made you press your thighs together harder. Each stifled sigh had your hands twitching, itching for something more. You may have rejected every attempt at a mating, but you weren’t completely without feeling, without desire and needs and lust. 

You lifted your hands to cover your ears, the chain between them digging into the bridge of your nose, and fell into a confused sleep. 

 You awoke to the sound of moving bodies and cloth dragging on the floor. 

“She’s asleep, let her rest, Cas.” 

“What if she’s cold?” The footsteps came closer and you tensed on instinct. The steps stopped, but a gentle weight floated down on you, a large cotton blanket, awash with their scent, settled. 

“I’m going to wash,” Nesta’s voice faded as she walked away but there was no other movement. 

“I know you’re awake.” His voice was loud in your ear, closer than you’d expected and you jumped again, almost sliding from the chaise. Cassian’s arm caught you, tight around your waist and his bareskin was so warm against your own. You cracked one eye open and looked around the room as best you could with his wings blocking out the faint candlelight.

His arm was speckled with tiny scars that twinkled against his tan skin, the hair that decorated his forearm was as dark as the long tendrils that brushed over his shoulders and this close, his chin almost resting on your own arm, he smelt heavenly. That mixture of his own scent and Nesta’s even stronger in his proximity and, no doubt, enhanced by their earlier activities. 

“If you want, you can borrow some clothes.” His voice was a sleepy rumble and you resisted the urge to let your omega instincts take over and push yourself back into his chest, seek out that warmth, that comfort - but you didn’t respond. 

The sound of running water in the other room stopped, replaced with the gentle pad of Nesta’s footsteps and then she was in front of you. Surrounded by them again you had to fight back every urge to give in to her wicked mouth, her lips plump and kiss bitten. 

“We’ve left you some things on the chair, choose what you will. If you want to join us on the bed, you can.” Nesta moved away taking Cassian with her and you assumed from the gentle rustle of sheets they were back in bed. 

The chair that sat opposite their grand fireplace was strewn with clothes, silky looking negligees and billowing linen shirts, some cotton leggings and a pair of woollen socks. 

Waiting a moment, hoping they weren’t looking, you rose from the chaise and rushed for the chair. The translucent dress the High Lord had had you wear left your skin cold and bare, exposed and vulnerable. Cassian’s shirt was a welcome relief, covering your body from view, although the two slits in the back for his wings did feel slightly odd. The socks were warm and fluffy, long enough to reach almost to your knees. Redressed, you turned to return to your chaise and tugged the blanket up to your chin. 

You didn’t really want to spend the entire night there, but you also refused to give in to the ridiculousness of the situation. No one chose your mate, or mates, for you and you’d rather sleep on the tiny chaise that allow anyone to take that choice from you. 

Thankfully, Nesta and Cassian had turned away, the Illyrian’s large wings spread over the bed,. Shielding his mate from view? Or stopping her from following you around the room with her silver stare? You weren’t sure, but you were grateful as you closed your eyes. 

It was only as you were falling asleep that you realised you were snuggled into the shirt, inhaling Cassian’s scent, and by then it was too late, you were tumbling into your dreams. 

The next morning Cassian and Nesta were gone, but someone had left a tray of food, a pot of tea and a stack of books on the table. The doors to the balcony were open and the jasmine wind blew the curtains back so invitingly you couldn’t resist. 

You were halfway through one of the books they’d left, something by Sellyn Drake that had far more smut in it than you were anticipating. A slice of buttered toast was stuck halfway to your mouth as you stared transfixed at the page, when the door opened. Cassian held the door for Nesta, taking a long sword from her hand and placing it on the table that was perpetually strewn with weapons. His own sword and daggers followed and the two of them began to strip out of their leathers. 

There had been a rumour that Nesta trained alongside the Lord of Bloodshed and the Shadowsinger, trained with other women as well, but you hadn’t thought to believe it until now. 

Her leathers were tight against skin, a sheen of sweat making her sparkle, her long hair was tied up in what was now a messy ponytail and, most surprising of all, she was smiling broadly at Cassian. He returned the smile, cupping her cheek and pulling her in for a kiss, his hands wandering down to the buckles and clasps that held her fighting leathers together. 

Cassian looked equally as powerful, his own armour dark against his tanned skin, his tattoos flowing under the leather before appearing again at his collar bone and trailing over his shoulders towards the vast wings at his back. You set the book down slowly, the lust filled scene already had you feeling hot under Cassian’s shirt even before they appeared. 

The movement caught his eye and he turned, taking Nesta with him and pinning her against his chest. They way they looked at you, like the most delicious prey, had you pressing your legs together. You wouldn’t give in to this, especially not when it was exactly what that smug prick of a High Lord wanted. 

“Good morning, sweetheart,” he cooed, “Would you like to join us?” 

It was Nesta who held her hand out, crooking her finger to coax you forward. “We’re going to bathe, the tub is large enough for three, come.” It was more a demand than a question and, though you longed to see how far down Cassian’s tattoos went and how Nesta would look covered in bubbles, you resisted again. 

With a shake of your head you went back to your book, trying to ignore the sound of them together through the wall. 

You fell into a rhythm, the three of you. Nesta and Cassian continued as they were, training, working in the library and attending meetings, and inviting you to join them whenever they were together. 

Your nights on the chaise were becoming increasingly uncomfortable, but you refused to be worn down by their requests, preferring to stay silent and read alone either on the balcony or by the fire. No amount of reading could drown out the sound of their love making, though. If you could call it that, judging by the bruises both of them sported proudly and the way their headboard banged against the stone wall. 

Despite your protests their allure was difficult to ignore, their playful banter, the care and attention they showed each other, even the way they whispered in bed, dissecting the day's events and, on a few occasions, discussing you. 

This only happened when you were pretending to sleep heavily, breathing slow and steady as you wished for dreams to take you. 

“Nes, did you see the way my shirt fit her today, rolling up her thighs-” Cassian had made a deep, guttural noise, only to be shushed by Nesta. 

“Yes, Cas, stop, she’s right over there.” Nesta hissed in return. 

“I know, God, she’s so fucking close, don’t you think she smells good?” 

“You know I do.” The sheets rustled and you heard Nesta whimper as a wave of arousal flooded you. They could smell you, you knew it and you couldn’t stop it. 

Sleeping in their room, bathed in their scent every day, surrounded by their things, it was like a huge nest and the longer you lingered here the more you wanted to give in and climb into their bed, to be between them and allow them to care for you.

You knew something had changed when you woke up drenched in sweat. As usual, Nesta and Cassian had already left the room, your breakfast arranged in its spot, clothes laid out for you. They’d started adding some new things, items that smelt like neither of them, clean linen and lavender, but you were still drawn to their items the most. Perhaps, it was the way they smiled when they saw you cuddling into one of Cassian’s shirts or standing on the balcony in one of Nesta’s dresses. But you refused to confront that feeling. 

Despite your long, cold, bath you still felt hot and uncomfortable. It was mid way through stripping off your linen trousers that Nesta reappeared. She moved with a preternatural grace that you were sure existed well before her sister’s ascent to High Lady. A smoothness to each turn of her hand, or extension of her arm, she made walking seem like a dance and you were transfixed.  

Nesta stopped as soon as she saw you, her nostrils flared, almost imperceptibly.

“Are you okay?” she asked in that cool, silvery voice. 

“Yes,” your voice felt hoarse. You barely spoke and had gone days without saying anything to either of them, merely existing in their presence. But now, locked by her gaze, there was no escaping. 

“You seem -” she weighed her words carefully, “unwell.” 

“I can assure you, I’m fine.” You took a half step towards the balcony doors, hoping the breeze would cool your skin. 

Nesta hummed, surveying you from head to toe. “I’d feel better if you got into bed.” 

You knew this was as persuasive as Nesta could be, a simple request made in the lowest of tones, an argument not worth having. 

“I-” 

“The bed.” She crossed the room swiftly and turned you towards the large, velvet draped bed that took up a large portion of the room. Since your first entrance into Nesta and Cassian’s suite, you’d done your best to avoid even looking at it. Now there was no escape.

Your hands were shaking, a tingling heat rising from your spine and coiling in your stomach. On this occasion, just once, you’d listen to her. “Fine.” With great difficulty, you pulled the shirt over your head and dropped it to the floor. You were so tired. When had you become so tired?

Nesta’s deft fingers grasped your chin, holding you still so she could look at your pupils, large and frightened. “Get in bed and go to sleep,” she insisted, and you obeyed. 

Part 2

[suugarbabe]

[6 DRINK MATTHEO]

summary: it's always a good time when you're drinking with mattheo; you never know what or who you're gonna get ; mattheo x theo, enzo x reader, poly!slytherin boys if you squint

warnings: mentions of drinking, parties, the likes

an: reader is mostly a side character but is involved with most of the story; you get a lot of theo and matty for this; thank you to my love my life my baby @musingsofahufflepuff for the drink dividers (hubby so talented)

There was a buzz all around the great hall, and for good reason, too. This mornings matchup on the quidditch pitch between Slytherin and Gryffindor was a big one…and Slytherin came out on top. 

Much of this win was thanks to Mattheo and his friends (who all very much dominate in every game they participate in). With Theo as chaser, the game was barely going for two minutes before he scored their first goal. 

Berkshire as keeper made it nearly impossible for anyone on the Gryffindor team to catch up. But the real kicker was how Mattheo performed today. 

As a beater, typically his job is just to keep the bludgers away from his chasers (Theo in particular). But Mattheo had a bit of a different objective today.

While he did his usual duty, using all his ab and lower body strength to steady himself on his broom he was swinging his bat with all his strength; any chance he got he aimed the large, charmed iron balls towards another target. 

It was perfect timing, too. Potter was hot on the snitches tail (and Draco hot on Potters). Mattheo eyed the bludger heading toward Theo and accelerated in that direction. With near perfect precision, Mattheo swung with professional connection, sending the bludger zipping towards the raven haired boy. 

The bludger connected with the tail end of Potter's broom. The sheer force sending Harry down toward the ground and giving Draco ample time to grab the snitch and assist in securing the win and ending the game officially. 

Which leads to now. Mattheo, Theo and the rest of the team itching to get to the common room and start partying in celebration. Enzo was all but shoveling food into his gob to ‘line his stomach so he could drink more’.

“That’s kinda disgusting, Berk. Very sloppy. You look like a elefante.”

“Elephant,” Mattheo translated the Italian for Enzo; something he’s grown habit to do for Theo but he couldn’t tell you when it started or when he picked up on so much of the language. 

As expected, Enzo ignored them both. Once dinner was officially over, the majority of fifth, sixth and seventh year students (with the exception of most Gryffindors) made their way down to the dungeons for what was sure to be “an incredibly epic party” to quote Enzo. 

To “ensure it’s epicness” (Enzo again), he insisted on the three of them waiting back before going down to the party. However, it was only five minutes in before Mattheo was getting antsy, “Screw this, I need a drink.” 

The cup’s cold in his hand and the alcohol is smooth down his throat and instantly Mattheo feels ten times more relaxed than he did at dinner. It typically happens that way. 

He always gets a bit jittery before a party, but as soon as he gets there he knows he just needs a drink and everything will calm down in his mind again. Matty has contributed this correlation to the fact that most parties happen after a quidditch match. And even if he’s not the one playing, just the intensity of the game gets his adrenaline going. 

After another sip, Matty lets out a long sigh of relief. “Relaxed?” Theo gives him a knowing smile and a nudge with his elbow. Mattheo nods in content, “Yup. Finally.” 

“Ever think maybe you have a problem if you need a drink to relax, mate,” Enzo playfully jabs at his friend. Mattheo then watched as Enzo swirled his tongue along the inside of the small plastic container to loosen his third jello-shot in twenty minutes. 

Mattheo flicked the bottom of the shot, causing the contents to slip through Enzo’s finger and land instead on the common room rug. “No, my shot!” Enzo whined, Mattheo and Theo rolled their eyes. 

The pair left Enzo searching for a replacement while they found solace on a sofa. Theo leaned back against the couch, digging in his pocket to for his usual party favor, “Enzo ruin your relaxation?” Mattheo shook his head, taking another long sip of his drink, “I’m good. Think I’m gonna go grab another though. Be right back.” 

When Mattheo didn’t return after ten minutes, Theo stubbed out his spliff and willed himself off the couch to go and find him. Before his eyes could locate a dark mop of curls he heard it. The slightly high pitched, almost hidden giggle made Theo’s ears perk up. 

Turning towards the sound, he made his way towards the drink table where he saw Mattheo standing with you and Enzo. His bottom lip was tucked into his teeth as he held his cup in front of his mouth; obviously trying to suppress another giggle. 

You, on the other hand, were eating it up. Theo was sure whatever story you were telling wasn’t even that funny; but Mattheo had a second drink in him so therefore everything was more humorous. 

As Theo approached the three of you, you turned to him with a beaming smile, “Hi, Teddy. Did you know I’m hilarious?” 

Theo raised his eyebrows and gave you an unimpressed look, “Sure, tesoro.” You gave a slight pout, only for Enzo to sling an arm over your shoulders, “S’alright, lovie. You’re proper funny.” Your smile returned and Theo turned to Matty instead. 

“Gonna tell me what’s so funny?” Theo couldn’t suppress his own smile any longer. Not when Mattheo was grinning so big that the corners of his eyes were crinkling. Theo decided that Matty had a really nice smile. 

“Enzo brought up the prank we played on Draco a couple months ago, when we..” Matty’s shoulders shook slightly as he couldn’t contain his laughter, “when we charmed his hair Gryffindor red and convinced everyone not to say anything until lunch.” 

Theo nodded, not being able to hold his own laughter in as he recalled the memory, “He was ready to avada you, Matt.” 

Mattheo was wiping tears from his eyes, chugging what was left in his cup before turning around to fill it once more. 

Theo had made a mistake. If you asked him, though, he’d say he was ‘lured away by a hufflepuff making him an offer he couldn’t refuse’. 

Normally free weed from a badger trying to get on his good side wasn’t a problem. It’s what he came back to that make him realize his timing was rather poor. 

Just as he breached the small crowd of people forming near the back corner of the common room, he saw Mattheo take a long chug of merlin knows what before handing you his cup to hold. 

Theo watched as Mattheo got into a slightly crouched position, hands at the ready in front of him like he was about to wrestle. Across from Matty was a Ravenclaw that had a tendency to run his mouth. 

Theo grabbed Mattheo’s cup from your grasp, catching your attention. “You’re just in time,” your eyes were looking a little hazy, but they sparkled with a bit of mischief. 

“Perfetto, what’s happening then, hmm?” Theo took a sniff of Mattheo’s cup, giving a shrug and a head tilt before downing its contents. 

“Abraxas said Matty’s lost his touch. That now-a-day’s he’s more bark than bite. Matty didn’t like that, said he’d be able to wrestle Brax to the ground in two minutes flat,” you were clearly enjoying the situation. 

Theo started counting how many drinks he’d seen Mattheo have so far. Four. He nodded his head, confirming that Matty’s current behavior now made total sense.Theo decided to not intervene. Yet. 

It had been a while since Matty had gotten into a proper fight. Not necessarily due to him not getting angry; but the rest of the group had figured out ways to distract or deter him from seeing red. Theo figured he’d let him have a little fun. 

Mattheo did manage to wrestle Brax to the ground pretty quickly; however, drunk Mattheo tends to be extremely poor at realizing how drunk he is. Hence why Brax was then able to flip them both over, seemingly taking charge. 

Drunk Matty was having none of it, pushing and flinging limbs until he was nearly free from Brax’s hold. Very easily did Mattheo ignore the ‘bloody fuck’ that left Enzo’s lips when he got kicked in the shin. You did warn him not to get too close. 

After a bit of a stalemate, the crowd started to chant for their respective prospect. “Mattheo, Mattheo!” and “Brax Brax Brax!” started to get louder, and truly it was ruining Theo’s buzz. 

So if he happened to send a slipping jinx Brax’s way, just so Mattheo could get him in a chokehold and Brax to tap out; if no one witnessed it then no harm was done. Right?

Mattheo stood, pumping his arms in the air victorious. Enzo let his earlier injury be forgotten as he slapped Matty on the back, “Atta boy, now let’s get you a celebratory drink, shall we?” 

You did your best to hold your drink steady in one hand while patting Mattheo’s back with the other. “Really, Mattheo, it’s okay. I’m sure he’s not mad at all…right, Enzie?” You gave Enzo the sterndess look you could muster in your tipsy state without giggling. 

Mattheo sipped his drink after lifting his head from your shoulder, wiping fallen tears from his cheeks as he looked over to Enzo on the other side of the couch. 

Enzo stuttered over his words, “Y-yeah, mate. S’alright, I, erm, I don’t even remember you kicking me hard as shit twenty minutes ago. S’fine!” Enzo scratched the back of his neck, giving an awkward smile. 

Thankfully, Matty bought it, “R-really? ‘Cause,” he sniffled, bottom lip wobbling, “I-I’m so sorry, Enzo. Y-you mean so much to me, I-I’d never hurt you on p-purpose.” 

You could see the tears brimming again as you moved your hands in soothing circles on his back, “And you mean so much to Enz, too. Isn’t that right?” You glared at Enzo for a response. 

“Oh, erm, yeah..yeah mate, you mean loads to me,” Enzo gave a quick tap to Matty’s knee. 

Theo walked up to this scene, four shots held between his fingers, “Here.” He handed the small glass of clear liquor to each of you. You rolled your eyes, “Theo. Not really the time,” you motioned your eyes and tilted your head slightly towards Mattheo, “someone is having a moment.” 

It was Theo’s turn to roll his eyes, “Yes, yes. I know. Here Matty, take it.” Ever the obedient one when it came to Theo, he took the shot glass. 

“Drink,” Theo nodded, “I cannot take your wet eyes any longer, Matty mio caro.” 

You huffed, but raised your glass nonetheless to clink against the others before tapping it on the table and shooting it back, everyone else following the same routine. As the alcohol made its way down your throat you shuddered. 

Matty, though, gave a final wipe of his eyes before a smile then plastered on his face, “Mmm, tequila. How did you know, Teddy?” 

You and Enzo exchanged a look, waiting for Theo to complain about the use of the pet name, only to be disappointed when he actually smiled. 

“Because I know my Mattheo. Now let’s get off this couch,” Theo grabbed hold of Matty by both wrists and pulled him to stand before slinging an arm over his shoulder. Enzo was quick to follow, “Wait for me!” 

With the tequila now in his system, Mattheo seemingly forgot whatever it was that he was upset with some fifteen minutes earlier. You watched as he and Enzo seemed to be conspiring together across the room. 

You leaned closer to Theo, “What do you think they’re up to?” Theo’s eyes met yours briefly, “I do not know, but it seems supiscious.” Your brows furrowed momentarily, “Do you mean suspicious?” 

Theo waved off your correction, turning back to the last spot he saw the two trouble makers only to not find them at all. His head was on a swivel, eyes scanning the room for a mop of curls or messy brown hair but continuously coming up short. 

“Do you see?” Theo asked a half sentence, but it didn’t matter as you fully understood. “I can’t find them either.” 

In that moment, you heard a row of people grunt, gasp or seem startled and shocked. Then you saw it; a very excited but stumbly German Shepherd being chased by a continuously tripping and falling Aussie. 

“Oh you’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” you turned to Theo eyes wide and slightly panicking. Theo seemed to only be able to stare in the direction they went before shaking his head and wiping his hands over his face. 

“Okay, you go for Enzo, I go for Matty.” And with that, the two of you split off. 

Mattheo proved slightly ornery while drunkenly in his animagus form. But Theo thanks the many drinks Matty had for making it much easier to sneak up on the German Shepherd and wrap his long arms around its middle. 

He walked a whining puppy Mattheo towards the dorm room path, setting him down only once past the dorm door just as you entered with Aussie Enzo who’s back paws were definitely dragging along the floor, causing you to stumble slightly with every other step. 

Once both were released, you looked positively peeved, hands firm on your hips and mouth open, ready to scold only to be cut off by a slew of Italian shouting. 

“Cosa pensi di fare? Hai perso la testa? Torna indietro subito. Subito! Sei fortunato che siano tutti ubriachi fradici!”

Both Enzo and Matty’s puppy ears folded back; the two of them slowly starting to lay down submissively and whine slightly. You weren’t sure what Theo was saying exactly, but you knew they were not going to try this again the rest of the night. 

After their Italian reprimand, both Enzo and Mattheo found themselves one last drink. Mattheo would be lying if said he wasn’t feeling it; the range of emotions and amount of liquor was starting to weigh on him. 

He looked from Theo to you to Enzo, then to Theo again and his heart just felt so…full. All he could think about was needing to show his affections. 

Mattheo turned to Enzo, tugging the sleeve of his shirt, “Enz…Enzo look at me.” Heavy lidded eyes met Matty’s with a lazy smile, “Hmm?”

“I love you, mate,” Matty grabbed Enzo’s face and gave him a loud, smacking smooch on the cheek. 

Mattheo ignored the confused speechlessness on Enzo’s face and instead turned to you. “And I love you, babe,” He leaned down, lips pressing heavily against your forehead. You hummed in acknowledgement, “I love you too, Matty.”

When Mattheo turned to Theo, the latter willed his cheeks not to flush to dark a shade of pink. He braced himself for the Matty love fest about to happen, only to feel his pulse quicken when Mattheo laced his fingers behind Theo’s neck, thumbs tracing lazily along his jawline. 

“And you..” Mattheo leaned in a little closer to whisper in Theo’s ear, “You’re my favorite, Teddy. But promise not to tell the other’s okay?” 

Theo nodded with a nervous smile just before Mattheo’s lips landed on his own. His breath hitched before pulling away, “Alriiight, bedtime for Matty, yes?” 

Mattheo nodded, allowing Theo to guide him towards the dorms. Theo heavily ignoring the taunts and cheers from you and Enzo on the way.

[sachiko6243]

You shall have me

Summary: After a long and draining day, Legolas takes care of his girl in the most pleasurable way he knows...

Word count: 3048

Warnings: smut with some plot, oral, rougher sex, Dom! Legolas, sub! reader, mentioning of poly, Legolas being a tease. This contains adult content. Minors DNI!!

This is part of a fanfiction I write on Wattpad. Its called "the prophecy of the elven warrior" A fanfiction dealing with Visha the main character drawn between the Commander of the marchwardens and the prince of Mirkwood. Feel free to check it out, as I am almost finished with updating it. 😉🥰

He took me out of Haldirs arms, pulling me into a tight hug. “God, how I missed doing that all day.” He mumbled into my hair and I instantly relaxed against his chest, taking in his soft floral sent, that was so different to Haldirs strong sent of pine. Behind me, I could hear Haldir move around, seeing him vanish out of the door out of the corner of my eye. I knew it was his way of giving me and Legolas some well needed privacy.

The ellon holding me, immediately picked me up and pressed me against the wall. Out of reflex, I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding onto his shoulders. Legolas narrowed his eyes, as desire slowly pushed itself to the front. I swallowed and looked up at him, at those beautiful blue eyes that had grown dark with need. When I ran my tongue over my lips, I heard him groan. "And?" I asked, heat pooling in my stomach. "What else did you miss?"

Legolas dipped his head, his lips just above my collar bone. "You." He whispered. Hot breaths fanning over my skin made me close my eyes and whimper out in lust, goosebumps rising all over my skin. "I want you." He repeated, his voice a low grumble against my skin.

I swallowed hard, as he pressed up against me, the feeling of his hard cock straining against his pants making my breathing go rigid. His hands let go of my waist; his lips skimming up to my ear. A sound rose from the back of my throat, something that felt like a purr. Warmth and desire washed over me again, and I grabbed onto Legolas collar, saying: "And you shall have me, however you wish to have me."

He pulled back, his jaw clenched, his eyes burning with passion. After the next inhale, his lips crushed onto mine. I was pulled into a darkened tunnel of desire. His kisses were deep, drugging me senseless. His tongue, all warm, luscious, and sinful, licked and probed its way into the warmth of my mouth. Whimpering helplessly, I looped my arms around his neck. My body already throbbing and aching, arousal pooling between my thighs, and he had just started kissing me.

There was no need to be hurried like those times in the middle of the night, when I helped him sneak into Haldir and my bedroom. His mouth devoured mine, leaving me breathless, and him oblivious to me working frantically on his clothes. “Slowly meleth.” He groaned when he felt his vest coming undone. “Slowly.”

Legolas grabbed my wrists to stop me. “Slowly.” He pulled away just enough, his mouth barely hovering over my lips. “Let’s make tonight count, hmmm?” His eyes had grown dark and dangerous. “How…” I started, but his warm breath fanning over my skin made reel up in need. Like Haldir, he was able to make me go weak in the knees just by the way he touched me, and he knew it. “How slow are we talking about?” I was finally able to press out.

“Very slow.” He whispered before dragging my face in for a kiss. “So slow…” He savored the lusciousness of his words. “…that by the time I’m done with you, you won't have an ounce of strength left in that beautiful body of yours.” He wore a wicked grin on his face, walking us over to the sofa in front of the fireplace. He gently laid me down, hovering over me before pressing a searing kiss to my cheek, just as gentle as when he laid me down.

“I’m gonna eat your pretty little pussy, nin iell.” He gingerly kissed me, fiddling with the strings of my dress. I was stunned at his sudden change in demeanor. Normally he wasn’t the one to demand things from me, leaving the rougher part to Haldir. But it seemed the more time we spent together, the bolder he got. Finally, ablet to loosen my dress enough, he shuffled it up my body, pulling it over my head.

“Fuck.” he breathed. “Feels like you’re trying to kill me, meleth.” Keeping his place between my legs, his arms trailed up my chest, playing with my tits. “So fucking gorgeous…” Placing my hands on his wrists, encouraging him to continue, I sighed “Legolas…” Head thrown back. I could swear his eyes darkened by four shades, swallowing his pretty blues into the abyss of his lust.

Moving from his place between my legs to help me remove my underwear in one swift motion, quickly getting right back to business as soon as he was able to. Once he was settled back between my thighs again, I could feel his hands gripping them tightly. “Such a pretty pussy you’ve got here, little one.” His face was so close to my center, his breath fanned against my skin with every word he said. “Can’t believe you’ve kept it from me for so long.” Littering my thighs with kiss after kiss, each time getting closer to my core.

“I haven’t.” I breathed out, my voice audibly shaking at his actions. He just tutted at my words. “I had to wait nearly 3000 years for you to step into my life. Only to then see you being married to another man. Forced to sneak around everyone’s back, only to be with you.”

My hands made their way to his hair, gently grasping his hair and tugging to emphasize my need for him. “Please, Legolas…”

“Please what, melui iell?” He mocked coyly.

“You know what.” My hips began to rise from the sofa, searching for some relief.

“Uh uh.” He moved his head further from where I wanted it the most. “I wanna hear you say it for me.”

“I… can you… I want you to eat me out, please?” Squeezing my eyes shut, not being able to look at him, as he finally connected his lips with my center. “Oh my GOD!” His tongue traced my clit lightly, barely giving much stimulation, but even that was enough to make my legs starting to quiver.

While his tongue tracing my clit felt absolutely amazing, nothing prepared me for feeling his tongue tracing along my soaked slit, before delicately prodding inside of me. “Holy shit, melethron!” I shrieked out, his tongue trailing back to my clit before I felt his finger slowly enter my pussy. He raised his mouth from my center, looking me straight into my eyes. “By Valar, how I love this.” His voice was nearly a growl. “That sweet pussy of yours hooked me the moment I had my first taste. And by all what is mighty, I will never stop worshipping it.”

He was passionate about pleasing me, humming at my skin. Making sure to wait for me to relax, welcoming the pleasure rather than being surprised by it, before he slowly started to thrust the single digit in and out of my core. I tossed my head back against the pillows at the feeling of his long fingers reaching parts of me that I could never reach myself.

“Fuck!” His finger found the perfect spot inside of me, curling to massage it gently and bringing me closer to the edge. My pussy pulsating in rhythm with his thrusts, the wet and messy sounds of my pleasure filling the room. I felt him moan, even more as he brought his free hand up my chest, pinching and pulling my nipple before switching to the neglected breast, simultaneously adding a second finger.  

I cried out for him. “I’m so close, please don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” My back began to arch off the sofa, as his ministrations went on, his fingers pounding into my pussy as his lips continued to suck eagerly at my clit. “Oh my…” I rasped, my voice hoarse and thin. “Legolas!” I yelled, as my orgasm washed over my all the sudden. Riding it out, as he refused to cease his actions on my body until I couldn’t take any more and ha to pull him away.

“I need you.” I said timidly, my gaze on the floor. “I need you inside of me.” It was weird telling him what I needed, having never spoken to him during sex other than the occasional begging, but it made me feel brave and…sexy. Legolas let out a shaky breath, his hands gripping my hips tightly.

"Do you need me, too?" I asked, my hand fingering the hem of his tunic. Where was this braveness coming from? I slipped my hand underneath his clothes, gently shoving the fabric down his shoulders. He got the hint, getting up from his knees and undressing himself, making a show for me to watch. He was tall and lean, like most elves were. His fair skin, scattered with scars from the many fights he had been in, giving his soft appearance a slight hint of roughness, that had me reeling in desire.

"You sound so needy.” He growled, watching me intently as I laid there, spreading my legs for him. "Is it me that's gotten you like this? Or your husband?" He shook his head, a cocky grin appearing on his lips. And I whined at his words when he included Haldir. "You are such a slut." He grinned, grabbing me by my neck and pulling me across the sofa to have more space to settle between my legs. But he didn’t. Standing next to me, he looked down with a smirk.

"I am more than ready to fuck you in front of him, too, if you want me to." He said, his voice a tad gentler. "I would fuck you in my father’s throne room to claim you." A hot shiver ran down my spine and fluttered inside my core. "I would have fucked my cum so deep inside you, until you are a crying mess for everyone to hear. And then I would have you walk back here. Nothing more than a ripped dress covering you, barely doing anything to keep your modesty, all while my cum runs down your thigh."

I winced at his word, closing my legs in embarrassment. Did he really mean that? "Legolas…" I started, "…that’s…" I was cut off with a loud moan pushing through my lips as he inserted two fingers. His fingers curled once more, and with it, my toes. "This pussy belongs to me." He pumped his fingers inside of me, slowly crawling on top of me. "Your pussy belongs to me."

Without a warning, his fingers abandoned my needy core, and taking their place was his cock. The thickness stretching me out, as the head of his penis pressed against my puffy walls. He pulled out quickly, then bottomed out once more. His hands gripped my hips in a bruising hold, his thrusts just as rough. I cried out each time he filled me up. It was too much, but not enough at the same time. He had never fucked me like this before, and I relished in it. Relished in the way Legolas balls slapped against me with a wet snap. Relished in the way he made a mess of me; my wetness being smeared around between us.

"I belong to you." I whimpered, back arching and hands gripped his biceps, as my nails dug into his flesh. Legolas thrusts faltered and he finally looked at me. He pulled me flush to his chest, my bare breasts against him. Gripping my chin and looking deep into my eyes. "Say it again."

"I'm yours, Legolas. Body and soul." I repeated, my voice slightly muffled by his fingers gripping my chin hard. Picking up his pace again, he let go of my face, grabbing both of my hands and burying them beneath his fingers.

Like a ravenous predator, his eyes meet mine. A pleasure visible inside of them, that was beyond my wildest dreams, the high I so desperately yearned for just a tad too far to reach. “Please.” I whimpered, finally completely pushed over the edge and into submission. His previously slow pace got replaced by a more moderate one that had me gasping for air. The searing heat returning, yet this time it is more than welcomed, much like his cock, leaving not a spot untouched in its way.

“Legolas…” I whispered, not able to do much more than moan or plead his name. My head hung back, lips parted and back arching as I gave myself into his hands. Soon my moans were accompanied by his groans, showing how much this affected him as well. It was the sound of his voice, growling my name followed by a string of elvish curses, that dragged me towards my release in fast steps.

“My prince…” I breathed out, loud enough to catch his attention. “More…” Arching my back against his chest, unable to fight his strong hold that held me in place as he pounded into me mercilessly.  “M-More, please” I rasped.

His response was letting go of one hand and grabbing ahold of my hips, as he kept on driving himself in as deep as possible, knocking the air straight out of my lungs, leaving me clutching onto his shoulder and hand. “It’s as if you are trying to send me over the edge.” His voice was low, unsteady. A mere shadow of its usual self. “My pretty petal, so eager to be ruined.” I was unable to even process his words. All I could sense was him, so I shrieked, when he let go of me and roughly manhandled my legs upwards.

With knees now brought to my chest, I could do nothing but claw at the pillows, as his strong hold kept me in place. The feeling of his cock more prominent than ever, as blind spots were slowly taking over my vision.

“Legolas!” I yelped, but my train of thought got interrupted by another thrust.

“This is what you requested, is it not?”

A mewl ripped from my throat, a series of pants and gasps filling the room before my jaw was in his grasp once more; forcing my gaze upon him. “It is what you begged me for. To give you more, is it not?”

Not being able to do much more than gape, I parted my lips, staring into baby blue hues now wild and firm, boring into my soul. Even though I stared at him, I could not focus on anything, all my attention on the snapping of his hips, the feeling of his tip touching that one bundle of nerves that made me cry out in desperation. “Th-There - There!”

My words were jumbled and slurred; my brain drunk from the bliss overtaking my body one tidal wave after another. I bucked my hips, frantic for that sensation to grow stronger. “Here?’’ He drove into my core again, prompting my eyes to fall back into my head. The only word I was able to say being his name and hushed pleads, interrupted by countless gasps, and mewls.

A familiar feeling started to rise within the pit of my stomach, sending all my senses into overload. It was blistering, devastating, and I was unsure how much longer I could hold on. With Legolas fingers now capturing my clit between his thumb and forefinger, combined with the heat of his kisses on my neck and shoulder, it was beyond what I could have ever asked for.

Searing, hot, like a rapid, undying fire my body started burning. With eyes barely opening I tried to warn him, yet my core did it for me. Walls clamping down, earning a curse in his mother tongue, as fresh, red marks now stained the skin of my hips.

“C-Can’t - I can’t.” I cried out, but he cut me off with his lips, dragging me into a kiss full of passion. Hunger, vigor, intense and demanding, that’s what crossed my mind as he kissed me. “Come, my princess.” His voice almost drowning in the hurdled cry that left my mouth after he parted from the kiss. “Come for me.”

It’s all I needed to hear, to finally shatter around him. My vision turning blurry, as a violent jerk overtaking my body, all the nerves tensed and contracted in pure bliss. It was blinding and fierce, and in a fervid moment, I arched my back, finally releasing the blistering heat inside of my body with a cry of his name. Surely heard by all elves of Mirkwood.

Trembling, that was all I could do. My frame hit the sheets, head spinning, as I was gasping for air. And I barely even noticed Legolas being brought to his own release a shuddering growl of my name falling from his lips. The once fervent snaps melting into nothing but a few bucks until he steadily came to a stop.

Once more, my swollen lips were captured by his own, slower, gentler this time, but still as passionate as ever. Unable to come up with much resistance, I merely hummed and leaned into him; sighing as his length retreated from my core, leaving behind an empty feeling.

It took a moment for him to gather his composure, but soon he got up, he was making a run for the bathroom to get a towel to clean me up. At least that’s what I assumed; my head still too fogged up to really comprehend anything beyond the tingly feeling inside my body. Within seconds, he was back, kissing every part of my body he could reach while cleaning me up. “Rest.” It was a quiet whisper. “You did so well, meleth nin.” He sighed, pressing a peck to my mouth. “But for now, rest.”

I could feel him picking me up and carrying me through the room. The next thing I noticed was being sat down on a soft surface and a second warm body cuddling behind me. The smell of pine filled my nose and I immediately relaxed. “Haldir…” I whimpered, trying to turn around, but he firmly held me in place. “Shh, nin iell. Its alright. Sleep now. We are here.” Closing my eyes, I registered Legolas climbing into the bed as well. Cuddling into his side, I fell asleep, Haldir pressed against my back.

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I got a little bit drunk when I thought about it! izuku was the one teasing you about being wet for him as he started fingering you and kissing down your neck with shoto at your other side dry humpimg against you whispering how much they love, how cute you look all embarrassed mewling underneath them. they’re slowly removing clothes leaving small kisses every time they do worshipping your body head to toe. now, they’re start to go lower kissing down your thighs whispering how good you are to them as izuku runs his hands all over you waist reaching up to tease and toying with your nipple and pressing his lips against your stomach, he so gently and using his fingers to toy with your underwear sliding it down in a single motion never stopping his kissing, keeping his eyes on you the whole time. while shoto kisses you neck still leaving hickeys when he does whispering into your ear that makes you squirm, it was long before Izuku starts to eat you out <33

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Content: Some nice Deku character analysis/smut/something ohyeah

A/N: I wrote only Deku bb because I feel like I suck at writing poly aaaa. Also I'm sorry I tarnished ur erotic dream and turned into a sort of character exploration I'm pretentions and u know it ily foxy

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His touches are always reverent.

A scholar at heart, a researcher, Izuku doesn't know how to touch you in any other way that doesn't feel like both being worshiped and examined, like he's sizing you up to eat you alive and devour you hole. The sensation has a strange feeling to it, always lingering between the thin line of creeping you out and arousing you. His hands, usually gloved, can't escape the layer of callus that covers them, as time passes it has become more coarse, rougher, harder. The hands of a boy left behind, replaced by those of a man. With decorative veins that pop up every time he flexes, or moves, or does anything. You can't help but stare, at how his arms wrap around your waist in the morning, or when he helps you open a particularly tight jar. He's handsome, has become more handsome over time. A skinny teenager replaced by a big, beefy man. It's like he grew thrice his size from one moment to another.

The gentle giant you called your lover had his moments of roughness. You can recall a time he pinned you against the bed and pounded you so hard you had to cling to the headboard so you wouldn't loose your mind. You had bruises on your hips after, and again, reverent hands came to soothe them as he bathed you. You could count instances like this with your fingers, rough sex wasn't the favorite flavor of love making for either of you, much less for him, who knowing his strength, always has this worm in his brain telling him that if he touches you wrong he will break you in a million tiny pieces. A thousand tiny yous that will run around his feet and then disappear in a psychedelic mass of blood, guts and pink cartoon hearts.

And you're always a little wet for him, he knows it. He knows that whenever you two share a bed in the comfort of your home, he can snake his hand downwards and will find your heat welcoming and inviting, damp and ready to take what's given. That he will be able to whisper sweet nothings in your ear as his hands toy with your clit, pinching it softly, rolling it, rubbing it with the hardened pads of his gargantuan digits. And you will gasp softly, clinging to his neck, or his shirt as you let him continue his ministrations, your hips from time to time bucking forward to get more friction, friction he's happy to provide. Stimulation he will gladly give to you on a silver platter. His voice, sultry and gentle, will come to whisper the filthiest words and the sweetest praises. "My precious girl, look how wet you are already." He'll say, kissing the shell of your ear, making you gasp as his free hand rubs your hips, keeping you steady as his thumb circles your clit, and his other fingers rub at the soft, puffy folds of your pretty cunt, asking for permission, which you unspokenly provide. "Want me to take care of you, yeah?"

"Please, Izu, please..." You will mewl under him, the driest chuckle leaving his lips, kisses peppered to your neck as you don't need to ask twice. He sticks them in, slowly, gently, letting you adjust to the stretch, the sting of the intrusion. He'll ease the pain by whispering more, my making you want more of him.

"Can you feel how hard I am already?" He will ask, hips pushing forward to press his hardened length, with it's greedy 10 inches, twenty five dot four centimeters, the one's he's so proud of, poking against the soft, plump skin of your ass under his trousers. "It's your fault, my love. You make me like this... I'm already leaking like a faucet," He turns you around, fingers leaving your insides as he sprawls you over the bed, facing you. He takes his time, popping one of your nipples in his warm mouth, suckling at it like a man starved, biting and then soothing the sting with a practiced lick, then a trail of kisses travels downwards, to your stomach, where he'll stay a moment. "You would look so pretty with a baby inside you, my baby." He smiles, that smile you know and love, bright, making his big eyes crinkle at the corners. "With my freckles, and your face... We will have such pretty kids," He says, lovingly, and then, he goes down. And he doesn't waste time, his tongue, pressed flat, licks all over the line of your slit, stopping at your clit to suck. "But first... first I have to get you ready... and enjoy you all to myself for a while." He murmurs, voice muffled as he starts to eat you out like a man starved. Greedy, sloppy, never stopping the incessant want he has for your cunt, his favorite meal, the one place he would be happy to die in. In that second he isn't a hero, or a man, he's your devoted lover, the only one who can do this sort of stuff to you.

The only one who can make you cum with his tongue in record time.

"Now let's see if I can get my girl to cum in less than a minute this time..." He grins, eyes darkening for a moment as you mewl when he sucks at your clit again, pulling at his hair. "As a personal challenge, of course." He winks at you, pressing a kiss to your puffy folds.

"I have to get selfish from time to time."

kishimoto i will never forgive you for that ending. we deserved beefy hero izuku. sleep with one eye open mf

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Who (5/?) J. Y & S. M

Pairing: Poly! Jeong Yunho x reader x Song Mingi

Genre: Angst, Smut

Warnings: This content is for a mature audience

Synopsis: You can't remember when was the last time you spent time with them, the last "I love you", the last time any of them kissed you.

Other chapters: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 6

NOTES: This was a nightmare to write, between the holidays and writer’s block, I wanted to die. I hope you like it. If you enjoy my work, please consider buying me a coffee . I promise next chapter will contain SMUT, so beware of that.

“What are you doing, Y/n?” Said Yunho as soon as he dragged you out of the club.

“What are YOU doing, Yunho? How the fuck did you know I was here?” You stumbled backwards, anxiety and alcohol are not a good combo.

“I came to talk, Minho brought me here. I have spent every single day of the last three months trying to find and talk to you, and all this time you were doing this?” Hurt in his voice, his face red and eyes glossy. You examined him for a second, deep dark eyebags sunken his eyes, his lips cracked and pale, and his once broad chest now looked thinner, bony. He looked so different, you almost couldn’t recognize him.

“It’s not like that…” He cut you off.

“Then, how is it? Because to me it looked like you were making out with your so-called best friend. Explain it to me, Y/n.”

“I don’t have to explain shit to you.” You stomped, getting closer, “You have a lot of nerve coming in here and accusing me of anything,” You jabbed your finger against his chest again and again. “We are not together. You drove me away. You broke my heart.” Tears of anger streamed down your face, and your wounded heart disintegrated with each word.

“I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry, please come home with me, we can talk and…”

You turned around when you heard Han coming out of the club, Minho right behind him, following a very angry-looking Christopher.

“Bang Chan, calm down!” Said Minho.

“What are you doing here, Jeong?” Chan intervened, pushing you behind him.

“This doesn’t concern you, Chan. Please let me talk to her.” He tried going past Chris.

“Why don’t you leave her alone? She doesn’t want to see you. Fuck off.” Chan’s voice laced with venom, alcohol and rage ran through his veins, clouding his judgment.

“Chan.” The taller man tried again.

“Fuck you, Yunho. Where were you before when she needed you, huh?” Chris pushed the taller man, “Where were you when she spent every single night crying herself to sleep?” Push. “Where were you when she felt worthless?” Push.

“Chan, stop. You are drunk.” Han said.

“That’s right. You were not there, but guess who was? Me. I spent every single minute comforting her, reassuring her that it was not her fault, and helping her move on.”

“Oh, I am well aware of how much you would love for her to get over us, I’ve known it for a long time.” Yunho pushed back, “But I’ll be dead the day I let that happen.”

“Yunho, please stop.”

“I fucked up, okay? I’m not saying I didn’t, but I want to fix it. If I have to get on my knees I will, if I have to beg I will, whatever you want me to do I’ll do it. Please give me a chance.” Yunho said kneeling.

“Yunho.” You said in tears.

Chan scoffed, shaking his head, “Why should you get a second chance?”

Minho physically cringed, he knew it wasn’t about Yunho and Mingi getting a chance to redeem themselves, it was about Chan not getting the same opportunity.

“Chan, buddy, please back off.” He said while grabbing his friend by the shoulders.

Chan shook him off. He looked at you, “Y/n you know best. Please don’t go back to them.” He pleaded with what little strength he had left. But you could only see a begging Yunho on the floor, a mix of emotions reflected in your eyes, anger, fear, but on top of them was longing. He could feel his heart break all over again, he would never be at the receiving of those feelings. The door had closed a long time, and even if you didn’t know it, he did, it would never open again. He needed to get away from the scene. A knot forming in his throat, all his bottled-up love dying in his chest, he was going to throw up.

“Y/n, please come home, we can talk, we won't pressure you or anything, just please, please come home.” Yunho extended his hand your way.

You turned to look at Chan, but he no longer was there. You found Jisung’s eyes, looking for an answer in them. On one hand, your heart craved him, wanting nothing more than for him to take you in his arms. But then the more rational part of your brain reminded you of the hell you went through in the last months. Could you go back to them? And if not, could you live without them? Your best friend looked you in the eyes, worry and uncertainty filled them, but in the end, he simply nodded.

Yunho was waiting for you, silently begging for you to take his hand, to come back to them. And when you finally did, you could see the way his entire body relaxed, you couldn’t blame him, a part of you also felt at peace after all this time.

“This doesn’t mean we are back together; I hope you know that.” You whispered to him.

“I know.” He looked around for Minho, “We are taking a cab, I don’t want to bother you anymore.” He nodded back.

Jisung approached and gently embraced you in his arms. “Call me, okay?”

“Hannie, about Chan…” He cut you off.

“Don’t worry about him, we’ll take care of that.” He gave you a weak smile, before turning to his husband.

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Yunho opened the door as soon as the cab arrived, sat next to you and told the driver where to go. Your heart was almost beating out of your chest, sweaty hands gripped the ends of your skirt, and eyes that didn’t dare look away from the window.

“Are you cold?” He said, already taking his jacket off to give it to you.

“No, no, I’m okay.” Your brain made a connection a second later, “Wait, where’s…”

His phone went off like crazy, texts and calls showed up all at the same time, he pulled out of his pocket revealing the contact, “Shit.” He pressed to answer.

“Hey, Mingi, did you…” You could hear the exasperated voice of the younger man behind the phone, not being able to make out what he was saying.

“No, Mingi, I’m…” Cut off again.

“I know, but please…” Again.

“Will you …” And again.

You couldn’t help but laugh a little bit. Oh, how you missed them.

“Mingi, will you please just shut up?” He whispered, “Listen, go home, I’m on my way there.”

Mumbling.

“You can leave, umm she’s, umm she’s with me.” He said as if he couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth.

Mumbling.

“Go home, we’ll meet you there.” He hung up.

An uncomfortable silence filled the car, you didn’t know where to look, or what to do or say. Yunho was in a similar situation. Twice you caught him almost putting his hand on your knee, before remembering the situation you were in, muscle memory it must have been.

You knew the streets on your way to their place, left turn here, right turn there. A convenience store you used to walk to late at night to get ramen when you couldn't sleep. A dog park they swore you would go to with a new puppy when things “calmed down” at work. It made your heart sink to remember what you used to be, what you used to have.

So lost in your head, you didn’t notice the ride had ended, Yunho handed the driver some money and immediately took your hand, getting out of the car. The nerves getting worse each second, you could feel yourself shaking. The alcohol in your stomach bubbling threatening to make its way back up.

And then you saw Mingi.

He was sitting outside the door, his head between his knees, gently rocking himself back and forth, and you could hear some mumbling but couldn’t quite get what he was saying. He looked so small, so fragile, and while it wasn’t your fault, you couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty. Without thinking you approached him, kneeling by his side.

“Hello, Mingi.” You whispered.

He had been so into his thoughts he almost fell back when he heard you. His chest went up and down quickly, trying not to choke on the anxiety, his eyes doubting who they were seeing, but he tried to compose himself. “Hey, Y/n.” His hands shifted, but he tensed to prevent them from touching you, not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

A few moments went by, neither of you knowing what to say. “Why don’t we go in? We have a lot to talk about and it's freezing cold out here.” You had almost forgotten Yunho was also there.

“Okay.”

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Minho and Jisung didn’t have a clue what to say on the ride back home. Chan was in the backseat, His head resting against the window, small tears threatening to come out of his eyes, but he wouldn’t let them, not until he was sure no one would see him.

“Chan.” Jisung tried.

“Don’t, just don’t.”

“Chan, you know this is for the best. They need to solve whatever is going on…” Minho started but was quickly cut off by the older man.

“And you were so eager to help them do that, weren’t you?”

“Chan, that’s not…”

“Leave it alone, Minho. You’ve done enough.”

Jisung didn’t want to give up just yet, “Channie, please. Minho would never do anything to hurt you, but you know she’s still in love with them, and…”

“Don’t you think I know that? I have seen it every single day for the last few months. I have seen her cry every goddamn night because she missed them. I’ve seen her reading their conversations again and again. Hell, I have heard everything single fucking detail about those two, I did it then and I did it now. But tonight, for a single moment in almost six years, she didn’t think about them, she didn’t see them in me, it was only me and her. She kissed me. She wanted me. For once, she was mine again.”

Minho felt bad for what was about to come from his lips, but it needed to be done, “Then why did she leave with Yunho?” The car stopped.

And Chan got off, slamming the door on his way out.

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­The three of you were sitting on the floor of the living room. Yunho was leaning against an old couch Seonghwa had gifted you when you all moved in together. Mingi was next to a shabby coffee table you used to use as an “everything” table when you couldn’t afford anything else. You haven’t lived here in months, yet it still felt like home.

You had rehearsed thousands of times what you would say to them if you ever were in this situation. All the things that they did or said that made you die on the inside, you would cry and scream all you wanted and they would have to listen. You would tell Yunho how much you hated how cold he had turned. Tell Mingi how tired you were of him always coming home in a bad mood. Tell them how much you had missed them emotionally, and also physically, how they hadn’t stopped to look at you in months, let alone even touched you.

But as opposed to all the scenarios in your head, your mouth was dry.

“I’m sorry.” Mingi was the first who dared to speak, you wouldn’t have been able to hear him if you weren’t sitting next to him. “I’m so sorry about everything we did, I’m sorry for taking you for granted, I’m sorry about neglecting you, I’m sorry I was not there when you needed me, I’m sorry for not listening, I’m sorry for making you leave, I’m sorry for…” And so, the word vomit began, it came laced with months and months of tears Mingi didn’t know he had yet to spill.

“Okay, okay. Mingi, calm down.” You moved closer to him, wiping his cheeks.

“Nothing’s okay if you are not here, Y/n. I’m not okay if you are not here, Yunho is not either.” He pointed to Yunho.

You turned to look at the taller man, only to find him in an equal or worse state than the man in front of you, “I’m so sorry, my love.” He said between gasps.

Seeing them like this was enough to put you in the same state.

“I miss you so much, Y/n,” Yunho said while coming close to you. Both of them surrounded you, trapping you between their arms and sobs. “I’m sorry for being an asshole, for not making you my priority.”

“We will do anything, whatever you want you’ve got it, just please don’t leave again, please,” Mingi begged.

“Okay, let's talk, please?”

They both nodded and so the night began.

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“You have to talk to me about how you are feeling, you cannot bottle up and expect me to be okay with not knowing what’s going on in your life.” You said leaning against the couch, playing with Mingi’s fingers.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to trouble you.”

“It doesn’t bother me. Yeah, I may not know all those fancy law terms you and Jongho use all the time,” He giggled, “but I want to know if things are going well, if you are having trouble with a client or if you are stressed about a case, and not find out by Jongho calling me to tell me how much of an asshole you are being at work.”

He groaned, “That fucking brat always tells on me.”

“And you,” You looked at Yunho, “when are going to stop that childish rivalry with Minho? You are both grown adults, he’s married and you are engaged, for god’s sake.” You spoke without thinking.

“I’m still engaged?” He looked at you, a little smirk on his face.

“You know what I mean.” You nudged slightly. Mingi was looking at you with the same look on his face, making you blush deeply.

Between laughs and memories, Yunho’s bright look decomposed. His eyebrows furrowed and his lips tightened in a line, he straightened himself and cleared his throat, “There is one thing I want to talk about.”

Both of you looked at him.

“Back at the club, and I know I don’t have any kind of right to complain, but,” He gulped, “What is going on with Chan.”

Oh, right. That.

“Um…, I…, um…” Trying to find the right words. Mingi straightened himself, confused about what Yunho was talking about.

“We won’t be mad; I only want to know if something is going on.”

“Well, um…, Han noticed I was a little distracted tonight, he knew I was still thinking about you two. And until that point, I didn’t know if we were over for good. So…” You scratched your eyebrow, “he suggested it may be time to move on, and that Chan could help me with that.” You mumbled that last part.

Silence.

“I thought Jisung liked us,” Mingi said, trying to lighten up the situation.

“And he does, he was just trying to be a good friend to me.”

“Did something else happen?” Yunho said directly. He needed to know.

You shook your head, “No, it was barely even a kiss.”

“If I hadn’t been there to stop it, would it have turned into anything else?”

“Yunho.” Mingi tried to stop him.

“It’s not fair of you to ask me that.”

“So, it would have.”

“Yunho.” Mingi tried again.

“I don’t know, okay? I have no clue what would have happened.” Your voice escalated.

“Did you think about it?” He kept going.

“What?”

“Did you ever think about doing it? Tonight, or any other night?”

“Okay, that’s enough. You have no fucking right to reproach me for anything, we are not together.” You got up, needing to get away from him.

“I have spent every single night crying myself to sleep because you are not here, Y/n. It hasn't even crossed my mind to move on from you.” He stood up.

“Don’t act like I’m the one who fucked up like I cheated or something.” You grabbed your bag and pulled down your skirt, “This was a mistake, I never should have come here.”

That’s when Mingi saw red sirens in his head, “No, no Y/n, please. Yunho, calm down. Please, let’s calm down.” The poor thing was a mess.

“I’m not going to stay here to hear him accusing me of things that never happened.”

“Yunho’s sorry, tell her you didn’t mean it.”

Yunho’s shoulder slumped, defeated, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said. It’s… When I saw you two, I thought I had lost you. I saw all my fears from back in college coming true.”

“What fears?”

He looked at Mingi, who only nodded back. “Back when we had just started dating, we were a bit worried you felt like this relationship was… too much. You would want something more conventional. A relationship where people wouldn’t turn their heads to know why three people are holding hands and kissing. Or one where you didn’t have to answer, how does it work? Over and over again.” His voice cracked at the end.

Mingi took over, “You never told us about Chan, we found out because Jisung talked about it once when he was drunk. We worried there was something else there, some unresolved feelings, I don’t know. And that someday you would go back to him. Throughout the years that fear dissolved, but when we knew you were staying with him. Well, we didn’t know what to think.”

“Whatever I had with Chan ended the day I met you, I’ve only wanted you since that night. Why didn’t you talk to me?”

“As you’ve seen, we are not the best at communication.” Yunho let out a nervous laugh. “I’m so sorry, for all the things I said. It wasn’t my place to ask.”

You got closer to him, “I’m sorry for getting so defensive.” You took his face in your hands, caressing his lip with your thumb, “I love you, Yunho.”

“I love you too.”

“And I love you.” You said taking Mingi’s hand in yours, “but I want you both to understand things are not completely okay because I’m here. I need to know what I’m getting myself into, I can’t go back to feeling like that. I need to be sure it won’t happen again, I get you both being busy, but neglecting me is a whole other story. We’ll go step by step, okay?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Mingi, we talked about going slow.”

“I know, I know. I can’t believe you are back here.” He leaned closer, “so, can I?”

And you may be aching,

“Yes, please.” You whispered against his lips.

But you were also weak.

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[animeyanderelover]

I'm almost through with the second season of Vampire Diaries and whilst I would love to write something for Klaus already, I still know too little about him. Since I love rocky poly!relationships I decided to instead dip my toes into a little image with the Salvatore brothers when they find out that they both love the same darling.

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, stalking, threats, g/n reader

Imagine this...

The rustling of paper cut through the thick silence hanging in the room, the unspoken tension crackling like fireworks about to go off. Blue eyes flew over the pages filled with elegantly written words, narrowing when he stumbled over a line or nickname so romantic that Damon felt the need heave. His hands tightened around the elegantly bound book, his jaw clenching as he felt a familiar feeling bubbling up within his chest. His gaze slowly darted over to the other pile of books placed right next to him, all filled with the same content that he knew would have him ripping apart everything within a frenzied rage if he were to continue reading.

Unable to read on and feed that growing burn within his dead heart, Damon slammed the book shut with more force than needed. Putting it away, his body leaned back against the couch. His eyes closed for a few seconds as he tried to stuff the uneasy feelings within his chest away. He could not do this otherwise. Footsteps circled around the couch he was sitting on, slow and apprehensive, before they paused right in front of him.

"Damon."

As soon as the older brother opened his eyes, he was met with the guarded expression of Stefan. Arms crossed over his chest, the younger brother observed him with a gleam of caution. That in itself was nothing new, Stefan had rarely welcomed him exactly with open arms since both of them had been turned into vampires. Still, perhaps Damon would have liked a more warm-hearted greeting. Especially since both brothers apparently had a new... should he call it passion, to bond over.

"Brother!" Damon exclaimed, his tone worringly enthusiastic as he stood up from the couch, a smirk on his face as he walked closer to his younger brother.

"Perfect timing! I was waiting for you. There is something that I really, really wanted to talk with you about."

Green eyes pointed a fleeting look at all the notebooks scattered across the couch before they met the blue eyes of Damon. Already Stefan could tell that this wouldn'e be an easy conversation. Not with someone like Damon.

"You know, whilst I was waiting for you, I found this," one of his hands grasped one of the notebooks laying around on the couch, “And I just couldn’t help myself but take a look inside. To see what could possibly be on my dear brother’s mind.”

His fingers flew across the pages in a quick tempo, his blue eyes still able to take in words and sentences. Stefan took one step closer to him, worried that any second now Damon would rip it apart. He knew his older brother after all. That chipper tone he used coupled with that foreboding gleam within his eyes never meant something good.

“Why you never tried your luck in poetry is above me, you know? I mean, the stuff that you have written down here is enough to make any poet envious. Joseph von Eichendorff and Friedrich Schiller would have been green with jealousy if they would have read this.”

Abruptly the notebook was taken out of his hand, Stefan’s fingers smoothing over the crinkled paper that had just been about to be ripped by Damon. He didn’t think it was a conscious decision, more a slip of strength from his brother’s side but it was that unpredictable impulsiveness that made him so wary of Damon.

“They’re not the ones green with jealousy right now,” Stefan replied after a few seconds, more bite to his voice than he had intended. The notebook was clutched protectively to his chest yet he stood straight, his gaze cautious yet firm as both brothers glared at the other. Damon tilted his head slightly as he inspected Stefan, his blue eyes revealing condescending surprise as he took in his younger brother’s words.

“Come on. Loosen up, Stefan,” Now it was Damon who started circling around Stefan with long and slow strides, his blue eyes ablaze with unspoken feelings, “You don’t have to be so uptight. I’m your brother after all.”

Stefan followed every movement of his brother sharply, the tendons in his muscles taut with tension as if he was expecting a sudden assault at any moment. At the mocking words of Damon he could only release a deep breath through his nostrils.

“I know that you’re my brother. That’s exactly why I’m worried.”

A wry smirk crossed Damon’s face as he was confronted with Stefan’s serious expression. “Now you’re just breaking your older brother’s heart.”

“Damon…” Stefan began, his voice hesitant as he searched his brain for the right words, “Please don’t turn this into your personal vendetta against me by dragging (y/n) into this.”

Within less than the blink of an eye Damon stood right in front of him, intense blue eyes clashing with Stefan’s green orbs. For one short second Stefan could see the way Damon clenched his jaw, the emotions of betrayal and hurt flaring up. Within the next moment his older brother hid it all behind that mocking smirk though, shaky as it was.

“And why would I do that, Stefan? Go on, enlighten me.”

There was a hiss to that tone, the bitterness seeping through no matter how hard Damon was trying not to show it. This situation was too much of a Déjà-vu for him to remain nonchalant and Stefan knew this. He searched for something within Damon’s eyes, anything to stop this conflict from escalating.

“I don’t want us to be like this,” he confessed, refusing to weaken his tone so that it would sound like he was begging. Damon would only sink his fangs into his words if he were to plea after all.

“Really?” Damon taunted, his eyebrows arching up in false shock, “I don’t believe that.”

His index finger started jamming forcefully against Stefan’s notebook, the pressure strong enough so that the younger brother could feel it.

“Because based on what you wrote in here I’m pretty sure that this,” his other finger pointed back and forth between him and Stefan, “is exactly what you want us to be like.”

The shadow hovering over Stefan’s face disappeared as Damon pulled away, stepping away without removing his piercing gaze from his younger brother.

“And if that is how you want it to be, then I am more than prepared to play this game. Little warning for you though, I don’t plan on playing nice.”

Two pairs of hands yanked him forward, fingers curling into fists and gripping his jacket in a tight grip.

“If you want to be angry, be angry with me! But don’t drag them into this only to mess with me!”

The growling warning of his brother elicited a scoff of disbelief out of Damon, one corner of his mouth lifting up as he leaned his face closer to that of his younger brother.

“Being angry doesn’t suit you, Stefan. Did you forget? You’re supposed to be the good brother between the two of us.”

“Knock! It! Off!” Stefan hissed, each single word punctured by the way he shook Damon. Part of him knew that he shouldn’t get so worked up because this was exactly what Damon wanted. However, he couldn’t help it. Not when it involved you.

“Or what?” Damon growled challengingly, his own hands grasping the collar of Stefan’s shirt, “What is Prince Charming going to do if I act like I always have been?”

A brief flicker of something. Perhaps it was desperation. Perhaps it was regret. Perhaps it was something entirely else. Whatever it was, it was gone too quickly for Damon to decipher it. Instead he watched as Stefan’s expression hardened, dark veins appearing beneath his eyes as the next snarl of his lips revealed sharp fangs.

“Then I’ll make sure that you won’t get to even touch them! I won’t let you have your way with them, Damon!”

The same dark veins that had already appeared on Stefan’s face now blossomed on Damon’s, a snarl of his own tearing through his throat.

“Oh, I’d like to see you try that, little brother.”

[moonselune]

Also halsin and astarion x werewolf gf

Didn't know if you wanted separate or poly so I went for separate for now....

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Halsin x Werewolf Girlfriend

The forest was quiet, the usual cacophony of nocturnal creatures stilled by the presence of the full moon. You stood at the edge of the camp, your body trembling as the transformation began. Halsin, ever the attentive lover, was by your side, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to the chaos within you.

"It's alright, my love," he murmured, his voice steady and soothing. "Let it come. I'll be here."

You nodded, grateful for his presence. Halsin had been a constant source of support since you had first revealed your lycanthropy to him. His extensive knowledge of nature and the balance it required had given him a unique understanding of your condition.

As the change took over, you dropped to all fours, your senses sharpening and your muscles rippling with newfound strength. Halsin watched with a mixture of fascination and respect, never once looking away.

Once the transformation was complete, you stood before him, a towering werewolf with eyes that still held the spark of the woman he loved. Halsin stepped closer, his hand reaching out to gently stroke the fur along your neck.

"Beautiful," he whispered, his eyes meeting yours. "You are a marvel of nature, my love."

You rumbled in response, the sound a mix of a growl and a purr. Halsin’s acceptance meant everything to you. He had shown you that your lycanthropy was not something to be feared, but rather a part of who you were—wild and untamed, yet deeply connected to the natural world.

With a nod, Halsin stepped back, giving you the space to explore your surroundings. You took off into the forest, your senses alive with the scents and sounds of the night. Halsin followed at a respectful distance in bear form, always nearby but allowing you the freedom you needed.

As the night wore on, however, you couldn't stop yourself from toying with Halsin, and soon enough the inevitable roughhousing began.

Halsin, with his massive frame and powerful claws, matched your every move with grace and power. Despite the playful nature of your sparring, there was an unspoken understanding between you two—this was not just a game, but a way to reaffirm your bond with each other and with the primal forces that governed your lives.

You lunged forward, teeth bared in a mock attack, and Halsin responded with a playful swat of his paw. He circled you, his movements fluid and sure-footed, always keeping an eye on your position. The moonlight dappled through the canopy above, casting shifting patterns of light and shadow across your fur and Halsin's thick coat.

With a sudden burst of speed, you pounced, aiming for Halsin's hindquarters. He twisted at the last moment, avoiding your grasp, and countered with a gentle swipe of his paw that sent you tumbling to the forest floor. You rolled with the impact, quickly scrambling to your feet, your tail wagging in excitement.

Halsin rumbled with laughter, a deep sound that reverberated through the clearing. He lowered his head in a playful challenge, his eyes bright and mischievous. You met his gaze, a fierce grin splitting your wolfish face, and launched yourself at him again.

The two of you continued to wrestle and play under the watchful gaze of the moon, the air filled with the scent of earth and foliage, and the sounds of joyous growls and playful snarls.

As the night wore on and the moon began its descent, you felt the familiar tug of exhaustion setting in. Your movements slowed, and Halsin, sensing your weariness, gentled his play. He nudged you with his massive snout, a silent invitation to rest.

You collapsed onto the soft mossy ground, panting heavily but content. Halsin settled beside you, his bulk providing a comforting presence. The adrenaline of the night's play began to ebb, replaced by a warm sense of satisfaction and peace.

The moon dipped below the horizon, and with its departure, the transformation began to reverse. Your muscles twitched and shifted, bones realigning as you reverted back to your human form. Halsin watched over you with quiet reverence, his bear form shimmering and dissolving into his druidic human shape.

When the transformation was complete, you lay there beside each other, catching your breath and reveling in the closeness of the moment. Halsin reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face with gentle fingers.

"You were magnificent, my love," he murmured, his voice filled with admiration. "I'm always in awe of your strength."

You smiled up at him, feeling a profound sense of peace settle over you. "And you, my dear Halsin, are the most wonderful companion I could ever ask for."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Astarion x Werewolf Girlfriend

The moonlight filtered through the canopy of trees, casting an eerie glow over the clearing. You stood in the center, your breathing ragged as the familiar itch began to take over. Astarion leaned against a nearby tree, his arms crossed and a smirk playing on his lips.

"Ready for another wild night, darling?" he teased, his eyes glinting with mischief.

You shot him a glare, though there was no real heat behind it. Astarion had a way of making even the most difficult situations feel lighter. "You could be a little more sympathetic, you know."

Astarion shrugged, pushing off the tree and walking over to you. "Where's the fun in that? Besides, I like seeing you like this. So... primal."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the smile that tugged at your lips. Astarion had always been fascinated by your transformations, finding beauty in the raw power that came with being a werewolf.

As the change began, Astarion stepped back, giving you the space you needed. Your bones shifted, your muscles expanded, and within moments, you stood before him in your full werewolf form. The hunger and wildness of the beast were tempered by the love you felt for the vampire watching you with such intense focus.

"Magnificent," Astarion murmured, his eyes raking over your form. He approached you slowly, his hands reaching out to stroke your fur. "You know, I think you might be even more captivating like this."

You growled softly, a sound of both warning and affection. Astarion laughed, the sound low and rich. "Easy, my love. I'm here to help."

Despite his teasing, Astarion had always been a steady presence during your transformations. He knew how to keep you grounded, his words and touch a tether to your human side. He moved closer, his hands gentle as they traced patterns in your fur.

"Let's go for a hunt," he suggested, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "It'll help you burn off some of that energy."

You nodded, your senses already honing in on the sounds of the forest. Astarion grinned, his fangs glinting in the moonlight, and together you set off into the night. The thrill of the hunt, the exhilaration of the chase—it was a part of you that Astarion understood and accepted.

As the night wore on, you returned to camp, your body aching but your spirit soaring. Astarion was there, as he always was, to help you transition back, his touch and presence a constant reminder of his love for you.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Hope you enjoyed these !! - Seluney

[anyca786]

"I THINK I'M GOING TO DIE"

Daemon Targaryen x sister/aunt!Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen

WARNINGS: canon typical incest/targcest (brother & sister &niece) poly relationship, child birth, (smut: lactation kink, cock warming) fluff, family drama.

Series

"The pain will be over soon my love, the babe should be here soon," Rhaenyra said, trying to bring her some comfort. She herself had recently given birth to another son, named Viserys.

Daemon stood beside her, he had refused to leave her side.

Daenys huffed and looked at her husband loathingly, "I fucking hate you!"

"What?" Daemon asked, rather hurt than confused.

"Relax, Daemon" Rhaenyra said as she pushes back Daenys damp hair and kissed her forehead, "She's giving birth, stop pouting"

'No, NO!" Daenys shouted this time, her eyes holding fire, resembling a furious dragon. "I'm speaking clearly," she groans in pain," This is all your fault..you and your stupid big cock"

Daenys breathing grows heavy and shakes her head," I fucking hate this! How the hell did mother do this? And Aemma and my beloved Laena?" She said then turned to Rhaenyra," How did you do this?" She babled.

"Princess you must push." the Midwife coaxed but squeaked when Daenys screamed at her face, "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

"I think I'm going to die," Daenys whined.

Daemon never knew fear until now. He did not want to lose his wife and Rhaenyra shared the same sentiment.

Rhaenyra cupped her face tenderly, "Just a bit more pain for a lifetime of happiness...now fucking push! You're Daenys Targaryen, a dragon and a warrior, so be one!"

Daenys let out a huff of frustration and screamed, ignoring the pain and the voices all around her as she pushed once more and the sounds of a babe, crying, made her fall back in her husband's arms.

"Oh praised the mother!" The mid-wife said, "A boy you have, Princess!"

"A boy?" Daenys couldn't contain her smile, A mini Daemon she thought.

The boy was cleaned and wrapped in a blanket. Daenys held her son close in a possessive manner and fell in love with the baby in her arms. He was absolutely perfect and looked just like her, but with Daemon's lips.

'Aegor," Daenys announced, sporting a wide grin at Daemon who now held Aegor Targaryen in his arms.

Suddenly Daenys felt another cramp, and shouts in pain.

Rhaenyra stood up from her spot and looked at the Maester in worry. The midwife looked underneath Daenys dress and gasped making the two look at her.

"What is it, woman? Spit it out!" Rhaenyra shouted, fear overtaking her face, "Another babe, Princess." the timid midwife squeaked out in fear.

"Another?" Daenys looked horrified, "I can't do this," she cried.

"Yes, you can, my love," Daemon grabbed her hand tight, "Breathe"

Holding Daemon hand tightly and pushing once again. She had finally delivered another babe. Daemon and Rhaenyra held a mixture of pride and happiness.

"A girl!" The mid-wife announced.

Rhaenyra held the babe with happy tears streaming down her face, a little girl in their family. Daenys wore a tired yet beaming smile.

"What will you name her?" Rhaenyra asked her.

"Viseria Targaryen, my warrior princess," Daenys announced proudly.

"My little princess" Daemon whispered, cooing at the baby.

Moments later, Daenys laid on the bed fully exhausted. Once the sheets were replaced, the maidens helped her wear a clean dress. She then started breastfeeding her children.

Daemon and Rhaenyra sat next to her on the bed simply taking in the scene between the mother of their children. Daemon was proud of his wife's strength. She did it, she overcomed her fear.

Rhaenyra's eyes filled with nothing but admiration and love for her wife. She felt content and happy seeing that she had everything she ever wanted.

Daenys couldn't believe that she was a mother now. Two little healthy identical Targaryens.

Now, ever since Daenys gave birth to the Twins, her partners- especially Daemon was practically ravenous for her. The slight chubbiness on her stomach, the softness of her thighs, and her round hips... the swollen breast, oozing with milk.

Daenys sighed angrily as milk leaked through her dress.

"What is it, love?" Daemon asked, already knowing the problem.

"Your children seem to be on a hunger strike," Daenys complained, "My dress is ruined," she pouts, stripping her dress off.

"Fuck," Daemon mumbled, seeing her naked form. The two times larger swollen, leaking breasts making him hard, "Let me see it, love" he said.

"See what, Daemon? " Daenys cocked her head at him while he bit his lip, his eyes trained on her perfectly swollen breast.

Daenys already knew what he was thinking.

"Just let me..." He lifted her in his arms. Daenys wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried he over to the bed where he sat up, while she straddled on him, his hands over her tender breasts. "Does it hurt?"

Daenys nodded in response.

"Let me take care of you, then," Daemon whispered, as he pulled her body closer, his head dipping down to take her pink nipple in his mouth.

He held her close to him, suckling and moaning at the gentle stream of milk that filled his mouth, nothing in the world was sweeter than this.

Daenys carded her fingers through his hair while he nursed from her, his cock growing harder beneath his clothes.

Daenys moaned as her naked buttom grinds his clothed boner, her clit soaking wet.

"Keep my cock warm, will you?" Daemon groaned. Wasting no time he pulled his pants down just enough to free his cock.

"Keeping you warm is how I knocked up pregnant, Daemon" Daenys playfully rolled her eyes. She gasped when he lined up with her entrance. He rubbed the tip of his cock through her folds, before pushing in and holding her in place, as he gave her other nipple attention.

Daemon could feel his cock throb, wrapped around his wife's warmth, nursing from his babysister, he was sure he'd be able to cum without even moving.

Daemon couldn't stop suckling from her breast.

"Daemon.." she moaned. Her breast were too tender and sensitive now.

"Just a litle more?" He peeked up at her, almost whining when she clenched around him, nodding.

"Just a little more, only for you, my love," Daenys said, as she nursed his desires.

🥀

Five years have passed since Rhaenyra, Daemon, and Daenys married in the ways of Old Valyria. And during the times spent on Dragonstone, their family continued to grow- Aegon l and Viserys ll (Daemon and Rhaenyra's sons) and Aegor and Viseria (Daemon and Daenys's son and daughter). Rhaenyra was expecting another child. This time she hoped for a daughter.

"How is our little Visenya?" Daenys inquired, affectionately placing her hand on Rhaenyra's growing stomach.

"Restless," Rhaenyra smiled.

"Just like her mother, I see," Daenys teased her, then pulled her into a passionate kiss.

Jacaerys, Lucerys and Joffrey has already accepted the dynamic well. They consider Daenys as their second mother and her children has their own siblings. In return, Rhaenyra also looked after Daenys children like her own.

Baela and Rhaena, tho remained with their grandparents, exchange letters often with Daenys. The girls were delighted upon hearing the news of the birth of another Targaryen girl. They couldn't wait to meet the Prince and the Princess.

"Where are going all dressed up?" Rhaenyra asked, eyeing her training gears.

"The courtyard, come join me," she smiled.

Rhaenyra watched Lucerys and Jacaerys train in the courtyard, while Daenys held her own sword out training with one of the guards on Dragonstone.

The boys watched their god mother give a powerful kick to her opponent sending him flying backwards and onto the ground.

Another tried to approach and strike - only for Daenys to dodge and the two exchanged blows with swords.

Eventually, it wasn't until the man let out a cry when her sword jabbed his shoulder which had been too late to block the attack, and fell to his knees.

The boys watched with open mouths of disbelief.

Rhaenyra huffed but smirked in pride, "Show off," she muttered.

"Well, she have learned from the best." Daemon who had been watching for a while smiled proudly at his wife.

Daenys smirked, handing the sword off to the nearest person, "I was just warming up." She grabbed Lucaerys and ruffled his hair playfully earning a cry from the boy.

Jacaerys laughed, before getting the same treatment from his mother, "Mother! Not my hair," he complained.

Rhaenyra proudly smiled at her son, she was utterly in love with all of her children, "Come on, let Daenys and Daemon continued their practice," she told the boys, "It's time for your High Valyrian lessons,"

🥀

A scroll was sent in the name of Rhaenyra.

Daenys and Daemon walked inside the hall, all cleaned up and fresh.

"Leave us," Rhaenyra tells her children.

"Joffrey, come." Jacaerys ushered Joffrey to follow. The maid got up as well and assisted Joffrey by picking up his book. Lucaerys also had picked up his books and scrolls.

The Maester followed and soon the doors closed, leaving the three together.

Rhaenyra took the small scroll from Daemon's hand and read it to herself. Daenys already knew what was inside the scroll, "What is it?"

"He means to call into question Luke's legitimacy. And by extension Jace, and by extension my claim to the throne." Rhaenyra uttered in distress.

"Vaemond cares only about Driftmark,' Daenys said with frustration, her striking purple eyes looking up at her love, "Can't believe Viserys thought of marrying me off to him,"

"He only cares about Velaryon line,"' Daemon said.

"Hm, this is what I fear. Rhaenys has flown to court. Surely, she cannot be planning to back him." Rhaenyra stated.

"We may share disagreements but Rhaenys isn't cruel," Daenys said, thinking about her cousin.

"Disagreements? She believes we had her son killed so we might marry." Rhaenyra retorted earning a look from Daenys.

This wasn't the first time Daenys heard this rumor and she even asked Rhaenyra and Daemon to come clean. But they swore that they had nothing to do with it.

'Yes ...and yet, she's taken the girls to the ward," Daenys said.

"In honor of Laena's memory. She has no love for either of us." Rhaenyra said.

Daemon gave Rhaenyra a look while glancing at Daenys," She still holds love for our precious Daenys," he cups her face and lets out a slight chuckle.

Daenys knew that he wasn't happy at all. Their brother has been surrounded by Hightower in the past five years.

"Has the vipers' venom spread so far?" Daemon said.

"Those vipers rule in my father's name. And my father..." Rhaenyra's voice held some edge in it. "What choice do we have?"

Daemon peered down at her belly and placed a gentle hand.He looked up at his wives, "To Kings Landing then,"

"A family reunion, just what we needed," Daenys said sarcastically.

A/N:

Well we all know Daemon's got Mommy issues!

Thank you for supporting my work sm😭 Never thought I'd make it past 50 likes.

[staylovesmiley]

Going Dumb~ Chapter 7

ᯓᡣ𐭩Pairing; Kim Seungmin x Fem!reader, Stray kids x Fem!reader

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩Summary; It had been over a decade since you had last seen each other, having met in choir when Seungmin was living with his grandparents in LA and you with your Aunt. Now that you are both presented adults, how will he handle a change to the reality of you he had made in his mind in your absence over the years?

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩 Notes; This is an ABO!AU. in this world when someone reaches puberty they will present with one of three sub genders; alpha, beta, or omega. Due to Alphas and Omegas experiencing rut and heat, some jobs are restrictive as to what sub genders they will hire, specifically singling out omegas as heat suppressants are harder to obtain than rut suppressants. Scent glands are located near the pressure points on the neck and small hormonal patches called scent blockers can be placed over them to reduce or rid an individual of their scent for a period of time depending on the strength of the hormones in the patch.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩Warnings; abo!au, beta!kim seungmin, almost all alpha!straykids, female!reader, poly!pack dynamics, angst, mild violence, mentions of sexual harassment/assault and discrimination, smut, enemies to lovers, Kim seungmin is kind of an ass I’m so sorry dandy boy, she/her pronouns used for reader, jealous seungmin, I have only ever wrote one abo story before but it is one of my favorite genres so I hope I can do this justice~

You were correct about your life becoming more chaotic, that was for sure.

In the short month since you had become stray kids assistant you had been going nonstop. Sometimes you would be with them all together, sometimes only one or a few members as they went to solo schedules. You had been with them to interviews, variety shows, behind the scenes when they filmed skz codes and even in some of their skz talker videos briefly.

Typically editors would blur out the staffs faces but the kids had insisted they leave you in as you were already formally introduced and as long as you didn’t mind they thought it was okay with the mostly positive feedback from fans even going as far as to ask to see more of you in the stray kids content as they had come to enjoy seeing how the members interacted with you even though it was usually for only a short moment.

It took some getting used to but over all it was very exciting and you couldn’t help but enjoy it even though you were still a bit shy around the camera.

Whenever they would tease you playfully you’d tease back, bantering with the members lightly and stay were eating it up and enjoying the dynamic between the nine of you.

It helped that you had begun sharing more of the boys, with their permission of course, on your own personal instagram stories that stays had found and were appreciative of getting more content of the group they loved so much.

Now, it was Christmas Day and you were with them at Gayo Daejeon watching them perform from back stage as you were on standby with other staff for when they finished their performance. You stood against the wall just out of view of the audience but able to watch from afar as the kids performed, absolutely mesmerized by their stage presence. Somewhere towards the end of their second song your face fell as you heard the audio begin to play for another groups song overtop of their own.

The boys looked a mix of furious and confused but it seemed to only fuel them harder as the next song had such an intense energy you didn’t notice a presence next to you that seemed to demand your attention. Your eyes were locked on your boys, as you had affectionately come to know them, until you heard the person beside you clear their throat making you jump as they startled you.

Turning to address whoever it was staring you down so intensely at your side you were met with an individual you had seen interacting countless times with the boys backstage at events earlier in the month. “Oh! Uh, Hi- can I help you?”

The alpha smirked, leaning against the wall beside you. “Maybe- you’re stray kids assistant, yeah? I’ve seen you around them a lot lately.” The tall man gives you a look up and down that causes a light pink to dust your cheeks as you feel yourself fluster easily under his gaze. “That I am. you can call me-“

“Bunny!” You flinch a bit at the loud sound, and suddenly you feel arms wrap around you from behind.

Minho rested his chin on your shoulder, looking at the taller alpha with a smirk as the other looked a bit thrown off and awkwardly rubbed at the back of his neck as he moved to stand up straight once again as opposed to the relaxed demeanor he held leaning against the wall. “Leeknow hyung, hi! You guys performance was incredible as always.”

The alpha currently draping himself over you put on a friendly smile and nodded to the other. “Thank you, Yunho. It’s nice to see you again. I see you were getting acquainted with our bunny here.” The taller alpha, Yunho, nodded bashfully as his face heated up. “Yeah I wanted to come and introduce myself on behalf of the rest of Ateez. I’m sure we’ll see more of each other around so it seemed polite to say hi-“

Something told you there was more to his motives for coming to speak with you but his soft puppy like demeanor now caused you to take his word and offer out your hand to him with a bright smile. “Thank you, it’s nice to meet you.” You could feel the arms around you tense slightly as you shook Yunho’s hand, the other blushing even deeper. “Pleasure is all mine, really. Well- I should get going but it was nice to see you again hyung, and nice to meet you Bunny.” And with that he left to rejoin his group where you could see several members teasing him for the interaction they had evidently been watching from afar.

A soft growl rumbling behind you caught your attention and caused you to swat at the alphas hands lightly. “Quit that, he’s your friend. Why are you acting like that?” As he pulled away and saw the frown of disappointment on your face Minho whined, the other members coming up now from where they finished getting their mic packs off and Chan gave the second eldest a look that showed he wasn’t too pleased either. “You shouldn’t have run off like that, Minho. Staff was trying to get your pack off and you completely ignored them. Go back over there so they can help get it off properly.”

At the light scolding from their leader, the alpha whined even more and left with a huff. You sighed, shaking your head as Han followed off after the older alpha and Seungmin came up to your side. “What was all that about…” You huffed, looking to the others with confusion. “I thought you guys were friends with them, why did Min look like he wanted to bite that guys head off?”

The beta scoffed, rolling his eyes as he took the bottle of water you held out to him. “You seriously are so oblivious right? Yunho hyung is clearly interested in you.” Your hands froze where they were now passing a bottle of water to Hyunjin and you most likely would have dropped it if it wasn’t for the alpha grabbing it first. “What?”

Hyunjin laughed, shaking his freshly dyed garnet red hair out of his eyes as he opened his bottle and took a sip. “Oh bunny, you can’t be that oblivious. He was totally eye fucking you.” You looked back over to where ateez were standing and felt your cheeks heat up as you saw the alpha was in fact still watching you from across the room. “Oh- yeah I guess I really didn’t notice…”

That statement caused the beta beside you to relax and take a swig from his water. He looked over his shoulder at where the other puppy idol still watched over you with a longing that set him a bit on edge. Instinctively he wrapped an arm around your waist causing you to look up at him with a soft smile.

The two of you had grown closer, so much so that now those feelings of friendship you had when you were younger didn’t feel so much like a scam. There were many times since becoming their assistant and moving into the dorm full time with the pack that the beta would seek you out for company. You would sit in his or Felix room with them while they gamed, laying on the bed scrolling on your phone as you listened to their loud banter or shouts of victory.

Sometimes if he came back from a particularly difficult lesson or long schedule and was in search of comfort he would lay with his head in your lap on the couch and let you card your fingers through his hair gently as the tv volume was set low as to not cause further damage to his aching head and you would pump out more of your scent to soothe him until he fell asleep like that until someone called for dinner or you gently shook him awake and lead him to his room so he could return to his slumber.

A soft blush covered his cheeks and he looked away though his arm around your waist tightened. You giggled lightly at his shyness and poked his side before handing the last water bottles to Minho and Han as they finally rejoined the group. He took in the sight of the two of you before a teasing smile crossed his features and he gave you a wink along with whispers of thanks for the water.

You nodded, fiddling with the straps of the harnesses Seungmin wore before being lead by the beta towards their area backstage so they could rest before going back out for the rest of the show.

Seungmin managed to get you sat beside him on one of the chairs there, he leaned his head on your shoulder and brought your hand up to place them on his head. You laughed a bit and shook your head, moving your hands and giving his knee a gentle pat. “Sorry Minnie, no pets right now.” You teased, watching a pout form on his lips. “Later- yeah? Can’t mess your hair up when you still have to go back out there.”

Relenting, the beta nodded in understanding yet he kept leaning against you while everyone else relaxed or left to mingle with other idols in the halls.

The rest of the evening went by without issue, though you could still feel Yunho’s gaze on you anytime you happened to cross paths with the other pack. It seemed to keep the boys on edge as not only Minho and Seungmin began clinging to you without a care who was around to see or what cameras were there to pic up their behavior.

At one point you swore you saw Chan off to the side talking with the leader of Ateez Hongjoong, just before he approached the tall dancer and hit the back of his head lightly before scolding him under his breath. The alpha leaders seemed to have a lot in common and it made you giggle lightly as Chan rejoined you at your side and followed where you we’re looking to his fellow leader now getting onto another member, Wooyoung, for teasing Yunho for being scolded by their pack alpha.

You gave the oldest a look, eyebrow raised before he shook his head dismissing any unanswered questions. “Let’s get ready to go home, yeah? It’s been a long day and we still have more schedules coming up.” You nodded in agreement, helping him gather the rest of the pack along with everyone’s belongings and into the cars to take everyone back to the dorms.

The next month was no different than that previous. You were always by their side to help with whatever they needed even if it was something simple like grabbing them a snack during long photoshoots or taking pictures of them before or after a performance for them to post to Instagram or bubble later on.

As January turned to February and they were set to travel once more for a few set schedules, you were all thrown off when the day before you were set to depart Jisung woke up with body aches and cold symptoms starting to show.

“Hannie please try and eat something, yeah? I know you don’t have much appetite right now but it’ll get your energy up.” You tried to reason with the alpha, sitting beside him on the floor in front of the tv. There was a bowl of broth sitting on the coffee table in front of him and one of his favorite dramas on the screen while you held the spoon up in an attempt to get him to eat something so you could give him the medicine prescribed by his doctor earlier that morning when you and Chan had brought him for a check up.

The alpha whined but eventually gave in, eating about half of the bowl before the leader came in to pull you away for a small meeting. You made Han promise to finish the bowl and drink some of his water bottle before you returned to give him his medicine since the instructions said to take on a full stomach.

Sat in Chan’s room you felt a sense of deja vu to the time months ago when you were first asked to be their assistant. “I want you to stay here with Han and make sure he’s taken care of while we go ahead with the schedules.” Chan spoke softly, but his tone was stern. You nodded your head, knowing he and the others wouldn’t be leaving without the two of you if it wasn’t necessary, especially not without Jisung.

“Yeah- I don’t trust him to take his medicine on his own if I’m honest.” You said lightheartedly as you looked behind you at the door as if you could see through it and into the living room where the sick alpha still sat waiting for you to return.

Bangchan nodded with a smile, pulling you in for a hug once you stood from your spot on his bed. “Thank you. I honestly don’t know what we would do without you at this point- you…you’re one of us now.” The words caused your chest to tighten but you didn’t allow yourself to think too deeply into his statement as you nodded and hid your face in his strong chest. “I should be thanking you for helping me so much…with everything.”

Dismissing your thanks he gave the top of your head a quick kiss before shooing you out of the room. “I’m gonna go wrangle up the kids and get them out of here before anyone can catch what Hanji has- we’ll stay in a hotel tonight before flying out tomorrow.”

Laughing, you made your way to leave before he stopped you once more. “Oh and you two will be alone for a while…we all have some free time after our schedules so I’m gonna be going home to see my family and I think everyone else has plans as well.” You nodded in understanding, giving him a reassuring smile. “I’ll hold down the fort and make sure Han gets better, you can count on me.”

Upon hearing the news of Jisung’s illness as well as both of your absence from the upcoming trip the rest of the members were in different levels of sulking though undoubtedly the most distressed by the lack of your presence was Seungmin and Minho as they worried about not only their members health but how that could affect you while taking care of him.

Oh how right they were to worry.

It had been a little over two weeks when the three youngest members returned to the dorm, pushing the door open and all scrambling in with suitcases in hand. “Hannie!! Bunny!!! We’re hooommmee~~” Felix called out with a giggle as he set his bags down and began searching around for the pair.

Over the course of the last week no one had been able to get a hold of either you or Jisung and it had worried Bangchan enough to ask that whoever arrived home first give him an update, hoping that you hadn’t caught whatever bug it was that Han had.

As Seungmin entered the dorm he couldn’t tell what it was at first but something felt off. The beta began taking off his coat and as he went to hang it up it hit him, looking at where their youngest alpha’s eyes were starting to dilate rapidly while he sniffed at the air. At Jeongin’s reaction the beta also began sniffing at the air, his eyes widening at the intense aroma of freshly ground coffee and candied orange peels filled his senses. “Felix, Jeongin- we have to go.”

The alphas both let out a low growl but Seungmin didn’t seem to care as he began shoving the both of them out the front door while pulling out his phone to make a frantic call to their leader. He almost lost his balance when a loud moan that sounded eerily like you cane from the direction of Jisung’s room and caused the two alphas to almost trample over him to get to the sound.

“Seung? Hello?” Chan’s voice over the phone seemed to snap the two alphas out of whatever spell they seemed to be under if only for a second and Seungmin was quick to push them out into the hall in front of their dorm and slam the door shut before locking the three of them out. “Yeah, Hyung- we have a problem…like- a big problem.” He ignored the pang in his chest as what was happening deep within the form settled into his mind causing an ugly green monster called jealousy to begin crawling its way out from deep inside him.

“A problem how?” The alpha on the other end sounded calm but the three youngest members could tell he was concerned. It was Felix who spoke up as Seungmin continued to push them away from the front door and down to the garage so they could be as far from the scent and sounds coming from the two of you as possible. “Bunny’s in heat.”

It was a few hours later and everyone was gathered at the company in their practice room, some members sat on the couch or on the floor with their backs pressed up against it while listening to Seungmin explain what had happened when they returned home.

Chan started to beat himself up mentally, if only he had been there or had called to check up more while they were all away maybe he would have caught it before and they could have separated you and Jisung before any of this had happened. Minho also seemed to be taking things hard, sitting silently as he rapidly sent text message after text message to both of you in hopes that the younger pack mates were wrong and misunderstood something.

Still, neither you nor Han answered any texts or calls from any of the pack members.

Seungmin was beside himself, choosing to sit with distance between him and the others after he was done explaining what had happened. He felt nauseous, unable to forget the combined smell of the two of you or the sounds of pleasure that rang throughout the dorm as they left. He was also unable to forget how they made his chest clench and his stomach drop, how every fiber of his being screamed for him to barge in and take you for himself and he hated that.

He wasn’t sure where those thoughts or feelings were coming from and it made him sick, hugging his knees to his chest as he curled in on him and shook his head to try and rid himself of the imaginary plaguing him.

Chan’s eyes were on him, silently asking if he was okay and when the younger caught his gaze he shook his head dismissively and gave a weak smile.

The leader sighed, running a hand through his hair as he began pacing. “Okay- so none of us can go back to the dorm for now. It’s unfortunate and I wish we could go in and get Han out as well but it’s probably too late now based on what the maknaes witnessed.” Felix and Jeongin let out whines of embarrassment, not wanting their feral states to be mentioned again.

Just as everyone was trying to come up with a game plan as to what to do with the situation at hand Minho’s phone began ringing and everyone’s attention was suddenly on the buzzing device in the second oldest’s hands. His eyes widened when he recognized Han’s contact name on the screen and frantically he answered, almost dropping the device in his haste. “Han-ah oh thank god we have been worried sick- the maknaes got home early and they said it smelled like an omega in heat and-“ the older alpha was cut off by the younger’s embarrassed chuckles. “Yeah Hyung- about that…”

Silence fell over the room as everyone stared at the phone now placed on speaker. Minho took a deep breath before answering again. “What about that, Han Jisung?” He all but growled, suddenly feeling a sense of protectiveness wash over him. “What happened?”

Suddenly your voice came over the phone, a little hoarse and laced with exhaustion but still loud enough for everyone to hear. “It should be safe for you to come back….pretty sure it’s over now.” There was small traces of embarrassment in your tone but Seungmin shot up at the sound of your voice. “Bunny are you okay?” He called out to you a little panicked before he could think to calm down before he spoke.

You giggled a little at how frantic he sounded, mind still a bit clouded and not fully understanding the weight of the situation in that moment, or not having the energy to be able to care whichever it was. “We’ll um…we’ll explain when everyone is here, yeah? Gotta clean up now if you guys are coming back-“

Everyone just stared at the phone at that before Chan cleared his throat and spoke up. “We will be back in thirty minutes with food, and you have a lot of explaining to do. Open the windows too, will you? Last thing we need is to all walk into a dorm hotboxed with omega heat pheromones.”

Both you and Han spoke words of understanding and quickly hung up to get started cleaning up each other and the dorm for everyone’s arrival back.

Just as Chan had said they arrived back at the dorm about a half hour later with take out in hand to see the two of you sat on the couch so close that your thighs were touching. Han was dressed in a pair of sweats and a loose fitting tshirt while you were wearing a pair of shorts and one of the alpha’s large hoodies, both of your hair was slightly damp showing that you had both showered and there was a slight chill in the air from where the both of you had opened all the windows in an attempt to air out your combined scent from the apartment to not set one of the other alphas off.

The food was sat on the coffee table and the leader gave everyone a look to stave off any questions until after everyone had eaten but especially the two of you. Knowing how heats could be and how none of you were expecting it there was no telling when the last time you had a full meal was in the two weeks they were gone.

It wasn’t until the food was finished and left over put away that Chan set the two of you with a look that told you it was time to spill the details of what exactly happened while the pack was away. “Okay, so you’re mad-“ Han spoke anxiously and you instinctively intertwined your fingers with his and pushed out your scent to calm him down.

“It wasn’t Han’s fault, Chan. Please just hear me out first.” The alpha leader raised an eyebrow at you curiously. “Okay, go on then.” He motioned for you to continue and you took a deep breath. “It started almost a week into you guys all being gone-“

It was late, and you were snuggled up on the couch with the alpha watching whatever drama he was currently invested in as you played with his new fluffy curls absentmindedly. His fever seemed to have broken the day prior and besides a mild stuffy nose his symptoms had disappeared over night.

Still a bit lethargic, you agreed to yet another cuddle session as the two of you had become accustomed to over the course of his cold. It was something you used as a reward to get the alpha to keep up with taking his medicine, and you’re sure it was what helped him recover so quickly.

The smell of fresh coffee grounds had long since seeped into your skin as did the scent of orange blossoms into his own, and as he drifted in and out of sleep laying against your chest on the couch he found himself nuzzling against your body with a little groan as there was still a slight ache in his bones. “Hanji? Feeling okay?” You spoke softly, still carding your fingers through soft brown curls.

Han nodded shortly, wiggling a bit to get more comfortable against you and you let out a laugh. “Careful there you almost elbowed me in the ribcage, Ji.” He looked up with wide, apologetic eyes and you simply gave a kiss to the top of his head as an acceptance of his silent apology.

The days spent alone with him were mostly blissful, besides the few times you had to fight him to eat so he could take his medicine, or struggling to get him into the shower when his fever was too strong and you needed to cool him down under the icy spray clad in nothing but his boxers.

You had grown closer to the alpha and had a way of understanding each other that you didn’t have with the others, even Seungmin or Minho. The timer on your phone went off, signaling it time for his next round of medicine. “Come on, Hanji time to let me up.”

With a pout, he reluctantly moved to let you up. The alpha watched as you got up and made your way to the kitchen to get his medicine and a snack to take it with. Opting to make him some toast with nutella, one of the only things you had been able to get him to stomach, you placed two sliced of bread into the toaster and reached up into the cabinet for the chocolate spread.

As you reached up your back arched slightly and the sight caused something to stir in the alpha, mouth watering slightly and head beginning to cloud over. “Bun-“ he said softly, barely audible so you couldn’t hear him over the soft sounds of the tv and the toaster popping up. You continued on, making his snack before you began pouring the medicine into the little cup provided.

You hadn’t been paying attention, not realizing that the alpha had gotten up and crossed the room, arms caging you in against the counter. You felt his presence and slowly turned around to face him, toast and medicine forgotten on the counter behind you. “Hannie?” His pupils were blown, normally soft brown eyes almost black as he stared down at you with a low growl rumbling in his chest. “You smell so sweet…” he said, leaning down to nose at your scent gland causing you to gasp. “Han Jisung- are you…oh god you’re in-“

With both hands placed flat against his chest you pushed him back, taking him by surprise and causing him to stumble back and come to his senses slightly. “Fuck, I’m sorry Bunny- I need to go.” He stuttered out, moving frantically to his room and slamming the door behind him.

You were left standing in the kitchen, blinking at the space he once stood as you tried to think of what to do. You couldn’t hear anything but the sound of the tv still playing the show you were both watching, but the scent of roast coffee began to fill the dorm so heavily you almost felt dizzy.

While you could still think clearly, you made your way to his room and knocked on the door loud enough you’re sure he could hear. “Go away-“ came the rapper’s voice from deep in the room. “Han, please let me in….I-“ you took a deep breath, nodding to yourself that this was something you wanted to do. “I can help you, if you want…”

Time seemed to pass in slow motion as you waited for a response. After a while you felt the door move slightly as if someone were leaning all of their weight against it from the opposite side. “A-Are you sure? That’s….I wouldn’t ask that much of you if you weren’t sure-“ A soft smile fell on your face as the fondness you felt for the alpha rapper warmed your heart and you nodded until you realized he couldn’t see you. “Yes, I’m sure. Let me in, please?”

Without hesitation, the door opened and you were pulled inside with a little yelp of surprise that soon turned into a low moan as you felt Jisung’s lips against your own.

“It didn’t take long for him to trigger my heat once we uh- got started….” The pack all stated at you with varying levels of shock or amusement, though Chan held a blank stare at the two of you as he was deep in thought.

Hyunjin was the one who spoke up next, head tilted to the side as he observed you. “Must’ve been some rut to trigger your heat through your suppressants.”

You looked down at your lap, mumbling something that caused the leader to speak up. “Sorry, don’t think I quite caught that.”

“I haven’t been able to get suppressants since I moved here but I didn’t want to worry you guys with that-“

The leader let out a deep sigh and shook his head, eyes closed tight before looking to where you and Han still sat side by side on the couch. “You should have called me.” You let out a little scoff, turning away from him. “I hate to break it to you, Christopher, but we are grown adults.”

Chan glared, stepping closer as you stood from your spot and met him halfway. “I’m the leader and it’s my job to keep you both safe. What if something went wrong and no one else was here, hm? You weren’t thinking.” You shot him a glare of your own, not believing he was acting like this. “Packs help each other with ruts and heats all the time, it’s not that big of a deal.”

The leader growled, anger bubbling in his chest as he stood impossibly close and you swore his eyes shown red instead of their normal brown. “Yeah well you aren’t pack, are you?” His words stung, causing you to deflate visibly and take a step away from the alpha.

Immediately he regretted his words, his mind scrambling for a way to take them back. “Oh.” Was all you said, the smell of rotten citrus permeating the area and causing Minho to come to your side from where he had been sitting on the other side of the room. “Chan didn’t mean that, Bunny. He’s just upset- right, hyung?” Before the oldest could answer you were shaking your head and backing away towards your room. “No, he’s right. I’m not- I’m not part of your pack.” And with that you retreated into the room and locked yourself inside.

Now it was Han’s turn to get defensive, rising from the couch and stepping up to the leader. “What the actual fuck, Chan?! You always preach at us to keep our temper under control and then you go and pull a stunt like that?” A low growl erupted from the younger alpha’s chest as he gestured wildly. “I get it, we fucked up- there was a better way we could have gone about things but that’s over and done with now but you just have to go and make it all worse huh? Geez give her a fucking break, give us a break! It’s not like we planned this!”

With a glare thrown the leader’s way, Han began storming off after you. Minho went to follow and the younger simply shook his head. “Not now, Min.” With a gentle knock on the door it opened just enough for the alpha to enter before shutting again and the sound of the lock clicking back into place could be heard.

author’s note: well- that happened hehe UUMM pls don’t hate me?? This fic is still Seungmin x Reader I promise but like I said about the last chapter maybe possibly this is starting to become 2Minsung x reader?? Idk if I should change the header or the info or anything up top but I will be adding those tags to future chapters because it’s only gonna get worse (or better lol) from here~ as always I live for feedback pls pls pls let me know your thoughts especially because I have two ways this story can go from here and I’m not 100% sold on either so your feedback on this chapter will help me decide which way I wanna go with this~~

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Hi!!!! I was wondering if you can take my request if you don't mind...

Can you do poly!SBG x Mitsuri!reader from Kny? Like how they gonna react to her strength, hair color and appetite. And maybe her past too?

In her backstory she was getting bullied became she was "weird". And they saw how she was getting bullied and they defend her. And about her socks I like to imagine how they give her her socks as a present for her birthday.

You don't have to write it if it's all much to you

Imma fight a man

Pair → poly sbg x strong fem reader (platonic)

Au → friendship

Content warning/s → bullying

♪♫~ as always i don't know much English so if something is wrong correct me ~♫♪

You were a chubby woman but doesn't matter to you, you don't mind that you dye your hair with pink and green

You never want to fit in though sometimes being alone and having no friends is sad and boring

So when that field trip happen and became friends because some supernatural happen on that one house you got into

☆∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠°

You were helpless and crying on the corner of the bus because you can't fight

You never learn how to fight despite your great strength

The phantom was getting near you then they heard your screech taylor was sprinting towards that bus you were in along with the other

The phantom was near you when they got there and the hands was already touch you "(name)-" Taylor quickly duck when the phantom came flying

You kicked the phantom with all your strength leaving Taylor there disbelief

Cause she was sure that phantom was too heavy to be flying like that

"what?! What happened are you okay Tay?! (Name)?!" Tyler shouted

Taylor snap out of it "yeah.. were clear"

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When you were in a restaurant you offer to pay for it and they all agree

Once your there they were shock that you ate plate after plate after plate, but they don't mind they were just shock

When you were eating another plate you heard some staff is talking

"no wonder she's big, that's embarrassing"

"I know right her thighs and stomach is big.."

You stopped eating and put the plate on all the plate you organized

Ashlyn out of all the people who noticed you stopped eating since she has the most strong hearing she remove her headphones and looked at the staff you were looking on earlier

Ashlyn glared at them and the staff noticed it "what's the girls problem.." "is she looking at us?.."

She kept glaring at them and raised her hand "I would like to order again" you looked at her of surprise she's having her second plate, she did this because everyone was already done and your still eating "I will have two of these"

You were surprised not one, not two but three plates?!

The others didn't notice because the were all now on that mini arcade on the corner of the restaurant

When she began to ate "eat up you should eat more" she said as you eat happily with her in silence

You were glad you have her

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Whenever you're alone one of your friends will be there

You feel overwhelmed by the stares of the people that was directly to you

"no one would like her she's too chubby"

"who would even date her she's too tall"

"her hair is so weird"

"didn't you know she almost ate the whole cafeteria with her appetite"

All those bad thought went away once your friends are there, they tried their best to cheer you everyday

"omg (name) your nails are pretty can you do that to me" Taylor

'want me to braid your hair it suits you best' ben

"you look great with that dress" logan

"you look like a clown but in a good way" aiden

"you could do modeling with that height of yours" tyler

"you pretty today again" ashlyn

You never feel sad with them they always check whenever someone feels left out

They're always there you love them for it ♡

Bonus:

You thought they forgot your birthday because you look at the chat but there's none

You approach them and they all greeted you but no one greet you happy birthday

You really thought they forgot but once you reach your house

There were pom pom's, cake, balloon's, and everything

You swore you could cry because you really thought they don't remember they all apologize and group hug

"oh and here, we save up for that since Taylor heard you like those"

Logan said as you open the box your eyes shine on the green socks

Once again you tear up

"THANK YOU EVERYONE I LOVE YOU ALL"

they all laugh and hugged you as the celebration goes on

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Starburst

Chapter 10: "Unexpected Notes"

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Pairing: Poly Skz OT8 x Reader idol

Genre: Romance, angst, female Oc

Warning: Use of Oc, romance, angst, swearing, Idol x Idol, 18+ progressive, use of swear words, use of translator.

Series: Starbursts

Summary: The story centers on Lia, a newly debuted solo idol struggling to find her place in the K-pop industry. Despite her talent, she feels like she's missing something, a special connection that helps her shine. The members of Stray Kids, who are at the height of their careers, are drawn to Lia's unique energy when she's invited to collaborate with them on a new album. As they work together, the connection between Lia and the boys intensifies. With pressure from the media and fan expectations, they must find a balance between their careers and personal lives.

Comment: First of all, I want to clarify that English is not my first language. I speak Spanish, but I didn't want to deprive you of this story. I'll be using a translator, so it's possible that some phrases might get lost or be incomprehensible. Second, I thank you in advance for taking the time to read. I'll also be uploading the chapters to Wattpad in Spanish and to Ao3 in English.

Updates on Wednesdays, Fridays, and Sundays. I also remind you that English is not my first language.

The door closed with a soft click behind her.

Lia dropped her keys into the ceramic bowl by the entrance and stretched, as if the weight of the whole day had been pressing on her shoulders. The interview for Marie Claire Korea had been long, though fun. Still, between the cameras, the outfit changes, and the deep questions about her career, she was ready for a hot shower and a good meal.

The house was quiet. Too quiet.

“Hello?” she called out, though she already knew the answer. Nothing. Everyone was out. Some recording content, others at practice. It was rare to find the house completely empty.

She headed to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and pulled out the basics: leftover rice, kimchi, a couple of eggs, and some spinach. She was going to improvise something simple. As the ingredients began to sizzle in the pan, her body moved naturally to the rhythm of the music playing softly from her phone.

Suddenly, she started to sing. Not consciously. It just happened.

—♪ I got one less, one less problem… ♪

Her soft voice gained strength as she moved through the melody. Her sweet tone, with that sharp edge she had mastered, filled the kitchen with every verse of Problem by Ariana Grande.

She danced a little as she stirred the ingredients, unaware that someone had just entered.

Changbin, wearing a gray hoodie and carrying a bag, stopped in his tracks in the hallway. His eyebrows lifted when he heard that voice… that singing voice. Curious and quiet, he peeked into the dining room and leaned against the doorframe, watching with a mix of surprise and admiration.

Lia, completely unaware of his presence, turned around with a ladle in hand as if it were a microphone.

—♪ I got one less problem without ya… ♪

“Wow. I didn’t know Ariana Grande lived here now.”

Lia jumped in surprise, dropping the ladle into the sink with a clang.

“Oppa! You almost gave me a heart attack! How long have you been there?”

“Long enough to think you should consider a collab with Ariana,” he said, walking in with a grin.

Lia rolled her eyes, but couldn’t help laughing.

“I was alone, okay? The music possessed me.”

“I see… and the pan possessed you too?” he joked, pointing at how the rice was about to stick.

“Ah!” she rushed back to the stove, stirring everything while laughing nervously.

Changbin placed the bag on the kitchen island.

“I brought sweet potato cake from that place you like. Thought you'd be here later.”

“Your timing is still perfect, as always,” she said, grabbing two plates.

“And your voice too,” he replied, softer this time. It wasn’t just a compliment—it was sincere.

Lia looked at him for a second, then lowered her gaze, trying to hide the smile fighting to break free.

“Thanks. I was just having fun.”

“Have you ever thought about singing more seriously? I mean… with us. A feature or something.”

“You want to collaborate with me again, Changbin Oppa?”

He raised an eyebrow dramatically.

“I’m considering a lot of options right now. You surprised me. Korean Ariana.”

Lia struck a diva pose, tossing her hair to the side.

“Well, if you’re going to compare me to Ariana, I’ll seriously think about it.”

They both laughed as they served the food and settled at the counter. The kitchen, once silent, was now filled with voices, laughter, and a soft echo of shared trust. What started as an ordinary moment now felt special—no cameras, no choreography needed.

They finished eating, but the warm feeling lingered. Lia and Changbin sat at the counter, sharing the last slice of sweet potato cake, unhurried, enjoying the comfortable silence.

“You know,” Changbin began while stirring his tea, “it’s almost been two months since this project started.”

Lia nodded, setting her spoon down.

“Yeah, time flies when you’re surrounded by such… intense people.”

Changbin let out a soft laugh.

“Intense is a good word. But also inspiring.”

“That’s true,” Lia said, looking up at the ceiling. “I still remember when I first arrived—all those nerves, the first practices, the curious stares.”

“And now here we are, about to submit the title track and the album demos,” Changbin said with a sigh, his expression turning into a mix of excitement and pressure. “It’s not a small thing, huh?”

Lia leaned in a bit, her voice dropping into a more serious tone.

“No, it’s not. But you know what? I’m grateful. This project… it’s not just a job. It’s something that’s changing me. And you all have helped me more than you know.”

Changbin smiled, tapping the table with his fingers.

“We’re learning from you too, Lia. Your freshness, your ideas, that cultural mix you bring… it’s a breath of fresh air.”

“Sometimes I feel like I’m a bit of an outsider, but when I’m with you guys… it’s different. I feel like I belong.”

Changbin nodded, giving her that warm look he rarely showed.

“That’s what we want. For this to be real. Not just a commercial collab.”

Lia glanced at the clock and frowned slightly.

“Well, speaking of work, we have that session this afternoon to review the demos, right?”

“Yeah. And honestly, I think we need to put more effort into one of them,” Changbin said, leaning back in his chair. “The second demo sounds good, but it’s missing that spark to make people remember it.”

Lia laughed, remembering a joke Han had made recently.

“Changbin is always the harshest critic.”

“Someone has to be,” he replied with a sly smile.

“So… want to work on that demo together?” Lia offered.

“I’d love to,” Changbin said, genuinely.

A comfortable silence settled between them again, broken only by the sound of the city outside and the ticking clock.

“You know…” Lia looked down, then up again with determination. “I think this project will be more than just an album. It’ll be a turning point for all of us.”

Changbin smiled and lifted his tea in a small toast.

“To that and more.”

“To us.” Lia clinked her cup with his.

In that little kitchen, surrounded by music and quiet connection, they both knew the road ahead would be hard—but also unforgettable.

Lia was gathering a few dishes when Changbin stood and walked over slowly, as if he didn’t want to break the peaceful atmosphere that had settled.

“You know,” he said, his voice lower than usual, “I’ve been thinking about you a lot.”

She paused, turning to look at him with a mix of curiosity and something unexpected.

“Really?”

Changbin nodded, not breaking eye contact.

“Yes. Ever since we started this project… you’re the first thing I think of at night.”

Lia felt a flutter in her stomach, unsure whether to keep going with this conversation.

“I’ve felt something similar too. But I wasn’t sure if you noticed.”

He smiled softly and stepped closer.

“I notice. And not only that—I like it. I like it a lot.”

Lia looked down, nervous, but her heart was beating fast.

Changbin reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from her face.

“Would you like to go out with me after the submission? No cameras, no music—just you and me.”

She looked at him with a shy but hopeful smile.

“I’d love to.”

For a moment, time seemed to stop. Changbin leaned in a little, their faces inches apart, the air charged with sweet anticipation.

Then, just as he was about to move closer, the door swung open with a bang.

“Hey! What are you guys doing here all alone?” shouted Han’s voice, bursting in with his usual energy.

They both pulled away quickly, laughing nervously, as the magic of the moment hung suspended, waiting for the next step.

Just as Lia and Changbin separated, the front door burst open again and in came Felix, Han, IN, Lee Know, Hyunjin, and Seungmin, all laughing and chatting cheerfully after running errands for the house post-work.

“Hey, you’re finally back!” Felix called out, carrying bags full of snacks and drinks.

“What are you two doing in here all chill?” Lee Know asked with a mischievous smile, catching the changed atmosphere between Lia and Changbin.

Han walked over curiously, with a teasing tone.

“Are we interrupting something romantic or what?”

Changbin and Lia blushed slightly but decided to play along.

“We were just talking about the song and the submission strategy,” Changbin lied with a shy smile.

“Sure, sure,” Hyunjin said with a playful grin. “Anyway, we need to start planning the music video. Who’s got ideas?”

The group quickly spread out in the living room, everyone throwing out suggestions with excitement.

Lia smiled at Changbin, feeling that this project—though exhausting—was bringing her closer to important people… and someone special.

The common room was full of laptops, notebooks, and coffee cups. Chan began with a smile.

"Alright, guys, what do you think? The song 'Connections' needs a video that captures all the energy and emotion, but still feels authentic."

Felix leaned on the table, enthusiastic.

"I say the colors should be super vivid, like warm tones, so when the music builds up, the video explodes visually. LED lights or something like that, right?"

Han nodded while playing with a pencil.

"Yeah, and when the song mellows out a bit, the lights could get softer, more intimate, to bring out the emotional vibe."

Lia smiled, delighted.

"Yes, exactly. I also want the outfits to match that mood. I imagine something feminine but modern—like lace blouses and skirts—something chic but comfortable."

IN raised an eyebrow, amused.

"And are you all going to let me wear my shiny leather jacket and look like the cool villain? That gives it contrast."

Changbin laughed.

"Sure, IN, but don’t go overboard with the leather or you’ll outshine everyone."

Lee Know jumped in, gesturing with his hands to explain.

"For the choreo, the idea would be to have super synchronized group moments and then give Lia space to shine on her own, right? That way everything flows."

Hyunjin jumped up, excited.

"What if we include shots with fans? That always adds something—it feels more real."

Seungmin nodded.

"Yeah, and we can film those at concerts or fan meets we already have scheduled. That way we blend the real with the planned."

Chan, who had been listening quietly, leaned in and added with a smile:

"Don’t forget the drone shots. From above, everything looks so much more epic, and you can really appreciate the group's movement."

Lia crossed her legs and added:

"I want the video to tell a story, but not in an obvious or forced way—something people can feel, not just watch."

Felix rubbed his chin.

"What if the story’s about finding ourselves? Feeling like we belong, like we fit in despite our differences—kind of like the message of the song."

"I love that," said Lia. "A journey from loneliness to real connection."

Han gave a conspiratorial smile.

"Locations? The park by the river for the quieter scenes, and downtown for the intense parts—with lots of people, lights, and movement."

IN raised a hand.

"And in the park, we could add some effects to make it feel magical—give it that special touch."

Changbin leaned closer to Lia and whispered:

"It’s going to be amazing, really."

She smiled back with confidence.

"I think so too."

They laughed, divided up the tasks, and kept talking through the details, while sunlight streamed through the window and the excitement for the project filled the air.

The sun was beginning to set on the horizon when the group moved to the backyard of the house, where the private recording studio was located next to the pool. The warm lights of the surroundings, combined with the relaxing sound of the water, gave the atmosphere an intimate yet productive feel.

Bang Chan was the first to enter, adjusting some levels and checking the microphones carefully while Changbin and Han sat in front of the equipment, ready to supervise the sessions. 3RACHA was already setting up the gear, each with headphones and open laptops, adjusting levels and playing the demo of “Connections.”

“Shall we try Hyunjin’s lines first?” Chan asked, looking over the song’s distribution sheet.

“Yeah, he has the first verses after the intro,” Han nodded, his brow furrowed slightly in concentration.

Hyunjin entered the booth, put on his headphones, and greeted them with a nervous smile through the glass. As he adjusted his posture, they heard his soft voice flow through the verse, full of emotion. When he finished, 3RACHA applauded from the other side.

“That was good! But try one more take with a little more breath, a bit more introspective,” Changbin suggested.

“Got it,” Hyunjin said, repeating the line with the suggested intent, this time achieving a more intimate performance. Lia, who was watching from a nearby couch, was impressed by Hyunjin’s ability to transform the emotion with such small changes.

After Hyunjin, came I.N, then Seungmin and Lee Know, each entering with their own style, receiving instructions from the producers, and leaving with smiles when hearing their voices played back with subtle effects.

The first chorus part, where Seungmin, I.N, Felix, and Lia sang in harmony, would be recorded separately by each of them, but they needed to be synchronized to harmonize.

“We’ll do this in sections,” Chan directed. “First, the main line, then the harmonies. Seungmin, you guide this part.”

The guys entered one by one into the booth, with Han making sure the harmonies were tight. I.N recorded his part with overflowing energy, and Chan laughed from the other side of the glass.

“You’re singing like this is the finale of a survival show, relax, maknae.”

I.N stuck his tongue out but re-recorded with a softer tone. Felix entered with a different energy, his deep, rhythmic lines vibrating through the room. He gave it a deeper, warmer tone, which caused Lia to turn on the couch, surprised.

“I didn’t know you could sound like that, Felix.”

“Neither did I,” he laughed. “It’s the magic of working with you guys.”

“That contrast of yours with the bridge is perfect,” Chan told him when he came out. “It gives us that emotional punch right before the chorus.”

Lia shifted a little, restless. Her turn was coming up, and although she had recorded many times in studios, doing so in a more informal setting with the guys watching made her a little nervous.

It was time for the second verse. Changbin had a fast, emotional solo part, contrasting with Lia’s sweetness. He took off his cap and adjusted the microphone.

“Ready when you say, hyung.”

“Go for it,” Chan said.

Changbin spat his lines with precision, his voice roaring at the climax. After a couple of takes, he left, making way for Lia.

“Lia, are you ready?” Han said, looking at her with an encouraging smile.

“I’m ready,” she replied, standing up with determination, though her fingers nervously played with the edge of her shirt.

She entered the booth. The red recording light came on, and the music started playing in her headphones.

“Okay, let’s start soft. Let’s go for the intro,” Chan said from the console, his tone firm but friendly. He looked at Lia. “Ready?”

Lia nodded while adjusting her headphones. Her voice would be the first to appear in the song. A whisper almost ethereal that needed to capture the listener.

“We’ll send you the tempo guide, and if you need to go back in, we’ll do it. No pressure,” Han said, giving her a thumbs up from the booth.

Lia took a deep breath and closed her eyes. As soon as the music sounded in her ears, her body relaxed. The first notes were soft, atmospheric, and she needed to convey vulnerability.

She sang.

“Sometimes I get lost in the silence… looking for someone, looking for light...”

The room went silent when she finished the take. No one spoke for a few seconds, until Chan exhaled with a smile.

“Wow. That was beautiful. But I want to try another take with a bit more longing in the voice. Like you’re searching for yourself, okay?”

Lia nodded, took a breath, and recorded again. This time, her voice trembled slightly, giving it an unexpected nuance. Painful. Human.

“That’s it. That’s the take,” Changbin said, crossing his arms, satisfied.

She needed to record the pre-chorus, a melodic part that required sensitivity but also firmness in the notes.

She sang the first take, soft, measured. When she finished, she looked through the glass, and Chan gave her a thumbs up, but approached the intercom.

“Very nice, Lia. But now try it as if you were talking to someone very special. Don’t think about singing, just tell them.”

She nodded, and in the next take, her voice changed. Warmer, livelier. The feeling 3RACHA was looking for came through. Changbin nodded, and Han smiled broadly.

“That’s the take,” Chan said, as they recorded one more just to be safe.

Her last part was the bridge. This time, her voice needed to sound stronger, more determined. The part was about taking control, finding “connection with oneself.”

She sang the first take. It was good, but not powerful enough.

“One more time,” Chan said, placing his hands on the console. “Imagine this is the scene where you finally understand who you are. No one is watching you, it’s just you, face-to-face with yourself. And sing from there.”

Lia closed her eyes. She felt the weight of the last month—the work, the doubts, the laughter with the guys, the knowing glances with Changbin, the long practice nights. Everything.

And she sang.

Her voice trembled at first, then steadied, grew. It rose with intensity. It was emotional without being dramatic. Authentic. When she finished, she dropped her head into her hands, breathing deeply.

There was a long silence, almost reverential.

“That was perfect. I want to tattoo it on my skin,” Chan sounded serious, moved.

“You gave it your all,” Han murmured. “I just want to hug you.”

“I want to hug her too,” Felix said, already standing. “Lia, come here!”

When she finished her parts, Lia stepped out of the booth with a mix of relief and excitement. She collapsed onto the couch next to Felix and Seungmin, who immediately congratulated her.

“Your voice... wow, it was like hearing a confession,” Felix commented.

“Of love?” Seungmin asked teasingly, raising an eyebrow.

Lia rolled her eyes, amused.

“Of identity, like the song says!”

The guys laughed as Chan recorded their final parts, followed by Han, completing the recordings.

By the time they finished, the sky was dark. The group went out to the garden and sat by the pool, drinks in hand, listening to the first demo of what they had just recorded. The mix wasn’t ready yet, but it already sounded powerful.

“This project... is starting to feel really real,” Hyunjin commented, looking at his teammates.

“Yeah, and really ours,” Lee Know added.

“‘Connections,’” Lia said, smiling as she rested her head on the back of her chair. “It’s not just a song, it’s what we’re building here.”

A brief silence enveloped them. It wasn’t uncomfortable; it was comfortable. Full of meaning.

And so, amid warm lights, laughter, and the soft sound of their own music playing, the team felt that something special was being born.