#seth: immediately suspicious

[witchysethharper]

"Hm. I see," Seth mused, narrowing his eyes slightly at Nahim for a moment. He already had an issue with Roland doing something similar with his boss, mentor, and father figure and now another councilman made it his business to come in here and bother Rhys as well? For what purpose? Although the mention of the other councilman in question had the tribrid's features softening just a touch. He scoffed out of habit and rolled his eyes. "No, thank fucking god for that," he said unashamed of his honest reaction whenever it came to Roland. "He really does hover around here relentlessly and it's obnoxious as shit. But... wait." He turned back on Nahim, brows raised. "Why are you asking?"

seth’s assessment was anything but subtle. not that it bothered nahim, not necessarily. he’d crossed paths numerous times with those inherently suspicious of those with his sort of standing. marcellino had accumulated a dedicated array of dissidents throughout his time; most of which nahim had been sent to ‘deal with’ to silence any opposition once and for all. now that nahim had inherited the position for himself, he could understand why not all were pleased about the perpetuation of the council’s dictatorship. covering his mouth as he laughed out of sheer habit, nahim shifted his gaze from the other to the door of rhys’ office and gave a curt nod, his attention returning to seth as he returned the smile and clasped his hands behind his back for comfort’s sake. “uh huh. taking up a few hours of his precious time as requested. it’s good for him, i think. even if these sessions were supposedly designed for my betterment, he’s been opening up more and more. who would’ve guessed that it’d be a mutually beneficial arrangement?” glancing over his shoulder to listen out, nahim contemplated his options before turning back to face seth properly, his head cocking curiously to one side as he studied the other. “you haven’t seen roland around, have you? i know he tends to hover around rhys rather… relentlessly.”

[forkshighschooler]

Can you do how the wolf pack reacts to the reader calling their full name trend.

Twilight Wolf Pack Reacts to You Using Their Full Name (TikTok Trend)

The setup: You pull out your phone, hit record, and casually call out their full names like you’re a disappointed teacher. Chaos (and a little panic) follows.

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🐺 Sam Uley

You: “Samuel Uley, come here.”

Sam, mid-sentence, freezes like a statue. Slowly turns his head toward you with that alpha glare.

“Why does that sound like I’m about to get a verbal beatdown?”

You: “Just wanted to talk.”

Sam: “Yeah, okay. Next time lead with a soft ‘hey babe,’ not ‘Samuel Uley’ like you’re my lawyer reading me my charges.”

He seriously thinks he’s in trouble until you laugh.

Sam: “Unbelievable. I was two seconds away from writing you an apology I didn’t even understand.”

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🐺 Paul Lahote

You: “Paul Lahote. Come here.”

Paul instantly whips around like a soldier reporting for duty.

“Why are you using my full name like I just crashed your car?”

You grin, holding back laughter. “I just wanted to show you this meme.”

Paul stares at you, then your phone, then you again. “I thought I cheated in a dream or something. You almost gave me an aneurysm.”

Mumbles under his breath: “Don’t full-name me unless you’re planning a funeral—mine.”

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🐺 Jacob Black

You: “Jacob Black, get over here!”

Jake walks in chewing something, squints suspiciously. “Who died?”

You: “No one.”

Jake: “Oh, then why are you summoning me like I’m in trouble with the council?”

He snatches your phone and immediately sees the camera on.

“Oh, we’re doing trends now? Cool cool cool. Just say you’re trying to shave years off my life next time.”

Later? He calls you “F/N L/N” dramatically for days.

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🐺 Embry Call

You: “Embry Call. Don’t even think about it.”

Embry immediately stops what he’s doing and looks around like, “What did I break?”

You: “I just said your name.”

Embry: “You said it like you caught me stealing your Netflix password. I got scared.”

When you tell him it’s for TikTok, he groans and throws himself on the couch.

“You almost made me confess to something I didn’t even do.”

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🐺 Quil Ateara

You: “Quil Ateara, stop eating all the fries.”

Quil (mouth full): “You sound like my grandma. You tryna fight or something?”

You: “It’s just your name.”

Quil: “No one uses my full name unless I’m about to get hit with a chancla.”

Immediately plays it up and fake gasps, holding his chest. “Ow. My feelings. You wounded me with legal documentation.”

Starts calling you “Madam Y/N” for the rest of the day.

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🐺 Jared Cameron

You: “Jared Cameron, seriously?”

Jared stops what he’s doing. “Wait. Why does it sound like I’m about to get dumped?”

You: “You’re not.”

Jared: “Oh thank god—because I was just mentally drafting a goodbye letter to the boys.”

You burst out laughing, and he realizes he’s been pranked.

He just smirks and says, “Alright. That’s cool. Just wait till I hit you with your full name in front of your mom.”

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🐺 Leah Clearwater

You: “Leah Clearwater, pass me the remote.”

Leah doesn’t move. Just looks at you like you slapped her with a parking ticket.

“Absolutely not. Try that again—with respect.”

You: “It’s for TikTok—”

Leah: “Don’t care if it’s for a joke. That name combo has trauma in it.”

Still tosses you the remote but mutters, “You better not post that unless I look hot.”

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🐺 Seth Clearwater

You: “Seth Clearwater, what did you do?”

Seth: freezes

“…I don’t know, but I’m so sorry. I’ll fix it! Just tell me what it is!”

You: “You didn’t do anything.”

Seth: “Then why’d you full-name me like I broke your heart?”

You: “It’s for a TikTok.”

Seth puts a hand on his chest. “Girl, I almost cried on camera.”

Then adds: “But I do kinda like the way it sounds when you say it.”

Disclaimer:

I do not own Twilight or any of its characters. All rights belong to Stephenie Meyer. This is a work of fanfiction written for entertainment purposes only. No copyright infringement is intended.

[bluehourbucky]

Misunderstanding

pairing: joel miller x reader

summary: someone notices a bite on your shoulder after a patrol

~ established relationship, g*uns, swearing, a little spice, second hand embarrassment

a/n: first time writing for joel im scared but I just have to because I'm in mourning. also im so rusty with writing so bare with me please 😭

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It's finally over you think, as you dismount your horse and leaving him in the stables. You had early patrol with Joel and even though you love spending time with him, you prefer it to be at home. It also doesn't help that you're sore and tired after what you and joel were up to last night.

"Hey sweetheart, I 've to talk to Tommy, It shouldn't take long." Joel whispers in your ear while holding your hips. He let's out a chuckle when you dramatically sigh.

"I'll be back, honey." You roll your eyes when he slaps your ass on his way. That man is impossible and you love him.

~~~

When Joel came home he didn't even say hello but immediately started complaining, which made you smile.

"So, I talked to Tommy he wants a party so we have a better sense of community or something. And for some reason I have to be there."

You chuckled but said nothing just gave him a kiss which he accepted very enthusiastically. His hands started wandering, first to your neck, then his thumb went over your nipple making you moan.

"No sir. We're going. We have to, or Tommy will come here and it will be a whole thing" You say as you grab his hands. Joel pushes his head in your neck, muttering how Tommy's annoying and shit.

"I'll wait for you there." It was necessary that you leave or you and Joel would be back in bed in no time.

~~~~~~~

"WHAT THE HELL, PUT THE GUN DOWN!"

Joel yells at Seth who has a gun pulled on you. He took a while to shower so you had already arrived at the bar but what he didn't expect was what was waiting for him there.

You were in the middle of a circle made of people in the bar with Seth holding a gun to your head, you had your arms in the air, shaking with tears running down your face.

"SHE'S BITTEN."

" I swear I'm not I- "

"Shut up."

Joel pulls a gun and aims it at Seth.

"You have two seconds to stop aiming at my wife or you'll regret it."

" You're crazy Miller, your wife or not she's infected!"

Joel looks back at you in question, you two didn't see any clickers or anything suspicious.

"Take your jacket off right now!" Sean yells out waving his hand

And you do slowly, shakily not wanting to be shot.

"Pull down your shirt! THERE! LOOK!!"

"SHOOT HER WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WAITING FOR?" Someone yells.

"No stop! I'm not infected I swear!" you yell out half laughing.

"You think this is funny?And how do you know"

"Actually no it's embarrassing. And you can put the gun down, I ain't infected with nothin except Joel's germs Might become grumpy or sum."

Your face is red as you speak trying to sound nonchalant, all while looking at the culprit that bit you just hours ago.

"False alarm everyone. Continue please." Tommy says cutting the awkward silence.

You gasp as Joel pushes Seth to the floor.

"Try that again and I will end you."

" You okay?" His gaze softens his attention only on you.

" Yeah let's go."

As soon as you're out and alone without people around Joel hugs you and holds you as if you're the most precious thing on earth.

"Oh sweetheart, my heart almost stopped. When he said you were bitten I-" his sentience was cut with your kiss.

"I'm not going anywhere handsome, though I'm glad your old heart didn't give out"

"Excuse me!?"

"You know I'm joking, anyways It was really hot how you were about to shoot someone made me weak in the knees." You say as you start unbuttoning his shirt.

"Enough, this horniness is what got you in trouble in the first place."

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"Oh god Joel. Right there!" you moan throwing your head back to rest on Joel's shoulder.

It was supposed to be a normal patrol but you just couldn't keep your hands to yourself. Joel is a sight and it is rare that you ever skip an opportunity to admire him. The way the light shone through the branches and hit his hair in the perfect way, his grays shining. The way his hands hold the reins his veins are so prominent. He is basically every dirty fantasy you've had come to life.

"Joeeeel." you whine and Joel turns with a smirk on his face and amusement.

"You're trouble you know." He says as he drops down from his horse. He helps you get down even though he knows you can do it yourself, just because.

You grab his neck bringing him down in a heated kiss, fingers going through his hair.

"Darling.." Joel whispers into your lips, hands going to your jeans unbuttoning them, his finger making it's way to your folds.

"Please baby I need you, please."

And who was he to deny you. Joel takes off his jacket and with one hand holds it to a tree and woth the other holds your neck and pushes your head to the tree.

"You greedy girl, I fucked you last night till 3am and you want more." Joel growls into your ear as he unbuttons his jeans pulling out his already hard length.

As he enters you mercilessly you can't help but moan, his rhythm unforgivable.

"Joel please please" you beg and you dont even know what you're begging for. Joel has you pressed against the tree, one hand on your hips the other rubbing your clit.

"Baby I'm close" you moan and then Joel hits just the right spot and your orgasm hits you so hard you can barely stand and if he wasn't holding you you'd probably fall.

Joel is so close and the second he feels your orgasm his crashes over him so over whelming he bites your shoulder making you scream in ecstasy.

"That's gonna leave a mark." you laugh breathlessly as Joel kisses the bite he so selfishly left.

"Maybe I like that, maybe I want people to know you're mine."

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[aventurineswife]

A zzz request!

So s/o of harumasa, seth, lighter and Hugo (separately) gets chocolates and while they immediately start to savour them, they aren't aware that the chocolates contain a flavour they don't like. Meanwhile the boys find out somehow.

So cue the boys kissing it from them and stealing their chocolate like in horimiya and the shenanigans that ensues after XD

(also u can base the flavours based off of each character, like haru with a bitter flavour chocolate, or seth a fishy prank one)

🍮

"Kiss First, Ask Later"

Tags: Lighter x Reader, Harumasa x Reader, Seth x Reader, Hugo x Reader, Fluff, Comedy, Romantic Shenanigans, Inspired by Horimiya, Food/Kissing Scene, Sweet & Silly Moments, Domestic Vibes, Established Relationship, Playful Banter, Mildly Suggestive, Soft Angst (Harumasa, Lighter) (?), Protective, Taste Bud Betrayal, Sweets Gone Wrong.

Warnings: Mentions of unpleasant food flavors (e.g., ghost pepper, fish-infused chocolate, floral-soap truffle), Brief references to trauma/illness (?), Mild language, Kissing, And one spicy mouth-induced crisis.

You were lounging on the couch, lazily unwrapping the box of chocolates Harumasa had given you earlier—he said it was a limited-edition flavor, which should have been a red flag. Still, you popped one into your mouth and—

Bitter. Unholy bitter. Like coffee and dark cacao got into a fight and nobody won.

You tried to smile through it, chewing like your life depended on it. Harumasa looked up from his book, cocking a brow. “You’re making your ‘I’m totally not suffering’ face.”

“…No, I’m not,” you mumbled, throat tight.

“Ah. So you are,” he said, walking over with a suspiciously casual gait. Then without warning, he cupped your jaw and kissed you, stealing the chocolate right out of your mouth like a smug thief.

Your eyes widened. “Wha—Haru!”

He smacked his lips, made a face, then grimaced. “Yeah, that’s horrible.”

“Then why did you—”

“To spare you.” He plopped onto the couch again. “Also, I was curious how bad it was.”

You glared, cheeks red. “You could’ve just told me.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” he said, already sliding the box away from your reach. “Guess I’ll finish these. Waste not, suffer not.”

Seth was practically vibrating with excitement when he handed you the heart-shaped box. “Made just for you!” he declared, tail flicking with pride.

You were touched. And trusting. Big mistake.

You bit into the first piece. The texture was fine. The taste… not.

“…Seth,” you said slowly, mouth half-full of chocolate that tasted vaguely of tuna.

He tilted his head. “You don’t like it? It’s salmon-miso caramel! PubSec’s seasonal prank flavor!”

You gagged quietly.

“Wait, you’re serious? You hate it?”

You nodded, blinking back betrayal.

“Say no more.” With the speed of a PubSec strike team, he dove forward, kissed you breathless, and somehow pilfered the half-eaten chocolate from your mouth in a move that could’ve been banned in seven districts.

“Seth!” you yelped.

He popped the piece into his own mouth. “It’s not that bad!” he said, tail wagging. “Actually… okay, yeah, that’s gross.”

You pointed accusingly. “You knew.”

“I didn’t think you’d fall for it that fast!”

You sulked while he tried to bribe you with snacks that didn’t taste like the ocean floor.

You had a thing for sweets. Lighter had a thing for being silently dramatic. So when you opened the fancy red-wrapped box labeled Blazing Cocoa Inferno, you didn’t think twice.

Until the spice hit. And kept hitting.

Your eyes started to water. “Why is this chocolate… angry?”

Lighter, mid-adjusting his sunglasses, turned his head slowly. “…Did you eat the top-left one?”

“…Yes?”

“Sweetheart,” he said, deadpan. “That one’s ghost pepper fudge.”

You coughed, desperate. He clicked his tongue, sighed dramatically, and walked over.

“I’ll fix it,” he said like a man about to sacrifice himself for the greater good—and then, without preamble, kissed you, soft but intense, and stole the burn right off your tongue.

You stared at him, stunned, as he pulled away. “You just—?!”

“Better me than you,” he shrugged, wincing as the spice hit. “Gonna go lie down. I think my mouth is on fire.”

“Why didn’t you label them?!”

He smirked. “Because I forgot. And also, it’s kind of funny watching you panic.”

You threw a pillow at him. He didn’t even dodge.

Everything about Hugo was elegance and mischief, so you should’ve known the sleek box of “Nocturne Truffles” would be suspicious. Still, you couldn’t resist his expectant smile as you bit into the first piece.

It tasted like—lavender? And… soap? Were those… floral spices?

Your expression must’ve crumpled because Hugo immediately leaned in, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Something wrong, darling?”

You shook your head, prideful. “N-Nope.”

“Oh?” he cooed, lips already brushing yours. “Then you won’t mind if I—” And he kissed you so slyly, so smoothly, you barely noticed he’d swiped the truffle right from your tongue.

He popped it into his own mouth, chewed once, and smiled. “Ah. So this is what the chef meant by ‘an experimental botanical fusion.’”

“Why would you get that?”

“I was curious. You were the test subject. Thank you for your service.”

You pouted, swatting his shoulder. “That’s diabolical.”

“I am a villain, my love.”

“Next time you eat first.”

He winked. “Next time we feed each other. You know, to be fair.”

[trumpkinhotboy]

Little critters

Pairing: paul lahote x fem!reader

Type: requested

Warnings: nothing, pure fluff!!

Word count: approx 800

Requests: open! for twilight wolfpack, narnia and heartstopper

A/n: loved loved this request it's so cute and I think the vibes are adorable hehe seeing sam being so soft for emily🥺 so thank you again for this nice request I always love writing for you guys

"Aren't you the most adorable little creatures I have ever seen?" "You're so cute. I want to keep you forever!"

Passersby probably took Emily and you for some deranged ladies when they saw you crouched in an alley, apparently talking to the ground.

But they couldn't see the adorable little balls of fur meowing back at you with impressive intelligence lighting their eyes. You were leaving the grocery store when you had heard plaintiff meowing sounds and discovered kittens shivering in an old cardboard box.

There was two of them, a fiery black one, who hissed when you first came close, and a grey one who immediately approached you, looking for pets. It had been 10 minutes, and since then, you had dug in your bags to give them water and food. By the way they devoured the bit of ham you gave them, you knew they had been there for a while.

"We can't leave them here," sighed Emily as she petted the black cat on her thighs. The grumpy cat had seemed to take a liking to her incredibly quickly.

"But where can we bring them? I'm scared if we leave them at the pound, they'll be forgotten," you pondered while delicately petting the gray head of the little critter bundled up in your lap.

As if you had just communicated telepathically, you and Emily looked up with a knowing light in your eyes.

Without having a plan, you brought the kittens back to Emily's to give them proper shelter and a long-awaited bath.

The four of you were now on the couch, extenuated after this eventful day. Junior and Paulie, the names you had settled on because of their resemblances with your boyfriends, were sprawled before the fire.

You had just started preparing dinner when you heard familiar howls from the forest. Seconds later, the seven members of the pack entered the cabin. Distracted by the smell of food, they didn't seem to notice the new presence of the two fur balls. Sam immediately headed for Emily to hug her and kiss her cheek. You smiled at the happy couple as you felt a pair of warm hands grab your hips. You smiled and melted into the muscular arms wrapped around your figure.

"Hey, you." "Hey," you answered, a smile in your voice. "What have you been up to?" he sweetly asked.

You tensed at his question, your eyes immediately finding Emily's. Through all your excitement, you didn't have a plan on how to tell seven werewolves you were planning on keeping two kittens.

"Well, actually, it's pretty funny," you started as you turned to face your boyfriend's suspicious expression. You tried delaying your explanation when you heard Seth's excited scream.

"Oh my god! Where do those kittens come from?! They're so adorable!!" he cooed before dropping on his tummy to try and pet them.

"Kittens?!" exclaimed Sam with a questioning look at Emily.

The pack gathered in the living room, observing the two cats, unbothered as ever, lying in front of the fire.

"We found them across the grocery store. We couldn't leave them there to fend for themselves!" explained Emily as she walked to little Sam Junior. The antisocial cat lifted a heavy eyelid at the disruption of his nap, only to meow and lift his head in search of pets when he noticed who it was. She grabbed the kitten in her hands, bringing him close to her chest with an adoring smile. The little beast softly purred in her arms. It was impossible to deny the special bond they already shared.

You looked at Sam with a glimmer of hope. The look he gave Emily as he saw how happy she was told you everything you needed to know.

"What's his name?" he asked with a defeated sigh as he neared the pair. The little kitten carefully sniffed his hand before allowing him to scratch his head.

"Actually," Emily looked at you with a conniving smile. "With his black fur and protective instinct, he made me think of you, I thought we could call him Sam Junior."

Your little crowd chuckled at the name and the resemblance between the two.

"Junior, eh? Sounds about right." He smiled softly. Whenever Emily was concerned, Sam was as docile as the cat in her arms.

Suddenly, a soft nudge on your shins surprised you. You looked down to realize it was the gray kitten. You felt your heart melt at the display of affection and lifted him carefully from the floor.

"Oh, don't even think about it," uttered Paul as he noticed how you looked at each other.

You pouted your lower lip, bringing the little kitten next to your cheek. "Please, please, please, please," you pleaded. "His name's Paulie," you added with a cheeky smile.

Your boyfriend looked at you with incredulous eyes.

"I see it, Paul. He looks like you," added Sam with a teasing grin and a lift of his shoulders, as if to say 'You know they've already won bud'

He stayed silent, observing your pouty face and the sleepy kitten in your arms. Before finally saying, "Werewolves with kittens?"

You gave him a little nod. "Yeah, I guess that can work," he conceded with a grin.

[lacevenom]

sam’s baby sister ☆ 𓂂 ˚ ☆. ꙳

PAIRING : Seth Clearwater x fem!reader

WARNINGS : none just pure fluff and pack teasing

SUMMARY : request

—🦌

It had started so quietly no one had even noticed at first. you and Seth had always gotten along. you were Sam’s baby sister, the one he practically raised after your parents passed, the one he was terrifyingly protective of. Seth had been your friend forever goofy, sweet, a little clumsy and honestly, the only one Sam even halfway trusted around you.

which made it even funnier when you both fell for each other like a pair of idiots.

It started small — holding hands under the dinner table, brushing pinkies when you sat side by side on the porch, stolen glances across pack meetings that made Embry and Quil elbow each other and snicker. today though. you were so not subtle. you were curled up on the couch at Emily and Sam’s house, your head tucked against Seth’s shoulder, Seth’s hand playing absently with your fingers like it was the most natural thing in the world.

the pack immediately noticed.

“ohhh my gosh,” Embry said loudly, grinning from ear to ear. “look at these lovebirds.”

Quil leaned over to Jared and stage whispered, “bet you twenty bucks Sam explodes in the next five minutes.” Sam, who had just walked into the kitchen with a plate of cookies for you guys, froze mid step. he squinted at you two. eyed Seth suspiciously.

Seth immediately sat up a little straighter but didn’t let go of your hand. you felt his body go rigid beside you, his cheeks flushing bright red.

“I’m gonna kill him,” Sam muttered. “Sam,” Emily said sweetly, stepping in with a tray of tea. “be nice. look at them, they’re adorable.”

Sam scowled.

the rest of the pack tried and failed to smother their laughter. “you do realize she’s my little sister, right clearwater?” Sam grunted.

“y-yes, sir,” Seth said, voice cracking slightly. you squeezed Seth’s hand, giving him a fierce little glare that said, don’t you dare get scared now. he squeezed back, and you saw the tiniest smile flicker across his face. “honestly,” Emily said, brushing some flour off her apron, “I think it’s sweet. they’re good for each other.”

you beamed up at her. Seth finally relaxed enough to lean his head lightly against yours, letting out a breath of relief. the pack being the absolute menaces they were immediately started making kissy noises, fake swooning, and chanting “Seth’s whipped! Seth’s whipped!” until Emily smacked them all with a dishtowel and told them to leave you alone. you and Seth just laughed, huddling closer under the blanket, happy and warm and finally not hiding anymore.

[kryptonitejelly]

For VDay requests: maybe flyboy!Jake first Valentines with his girl? Or through the years maybe??

it is slightly after vday, but here we are! <3

flyboy!jake x female reader - you know i never turn down an opportunity to write flyboy!jake. all usualy flyboy!warnings apply. comments, reblogs, asks, etc. all welcome, i miss ya’ll!

I.

“Come in,” you call out, voice nasal from the cold that was wrecking its way through your body. You don’t bother turning around, choosing instead to stay curled up in fetal position on your side, the covers wrapped securely around you. You keep your eyes on the laptop, which you had flipped on its side to align with the current orientation of your head, half focused on the re-run of the sitcom playing on screen.

You hear the door swing open, and shut. The next movement of the visitor is swift and surprising, as you feel cool skin press against yours. It shocks you, the side of the face which is pressed against yours, but the familiar smell of laundry detergent tells you who it is.

“Jake,” you groan, “why aren’t you at the dance?” You don’t move and neither does the head which is resting against yours.

“Didn’t feel like going,” you feel him shrug. The show running on your laptop screen flickers between scene transitions and it offers you a view of Jake’s head pressed against yours for a brief second before it goes back to full colour.

“Didn’t you have a date with Mindy?” You ask, knowing full well that Mindy had been, and had made no show of hiding, fully obsessed with Jake for a good part of three months now. She had asked him to the valentines dance and had been insufferably pleased when he had agreed.

“She’s sick,” he gives another shrug which you feel against your face, “this thing is catching like wildfire.”

Jake flicks the bridge of your nose as he says it, and you wrinkle your nose in response as you start to move to sit up, shrugging him off you.

“Yeah, but you could have still gone,” you say sniffling as you sit up to look at Jake who is now sitting on your bed. He looks as Jake Seresin always looks, skin slightly bronzed with a healthy glow from a constant routine of football practice, eyes bright, and hair casually tousled.

“Nah,” he says without much of an explanation. Jake reaches across you for your laptop before settling against the head board of your bed.

“Why not?” You press, body still seated upright as you watch him stop the show that is playing before flicking out of it and through the list of titles you have on your laptop for another show.

“Doesn’t seem like it’ll be that interesting,” he answers offhandedly.

“And staying in with a sick person is,” you say bluntly with a scoff as your eyes narrow suspiciously. “You’ll still be able to make it in time if you leav-”

Jake cuts you off immediately as he lifts himself from the headboard for a second, which is long enough for him to sling an arm around your neck. He lets himself fall back against the headboard with a thud, dragging you with him. You land, face smushed between his bicep and the side of his chest, elbow on his thigh.

“Jake,” you yelp in protest, only for him to shush you as he continues scrolling through the titles on your laptop, clearly unperturbed.

“Fantasy or action?”

II.

“Wristbands,” Seth, one of Jake’s teammates hollers, as he approaches the group waving a stack of paper wristbands in a myriad of green, orange and red.

He makes his way around the group making quick work of disseminating the bands according to the availability status of each member of the group.

“Red?” You ask as he reaches you and Jake who are hanging at the back end of the group, the last two red bands left in Seth’s hands.

“Apparently,” he starts while glancing back over his shoulder, “there’ve been some changes to the status of certain members of our team.”

“Surely they must have more green bands,” you say craning your neck to look towards the entry booth.

“Green is oversubscribed unfortunately.”

“Figures,” you murmur as you reach out to receive one red band with Seth proffers. A valentines day event in a club, it figured that the most popular colour would be green and plenty of the actual couples would have taken their celebrations elsewhere instead.

“Don’t sulk,” Jake chuckles as he slaps the red band onto his wrist with less fuss than you “I’ll let you take me home for the night.”

He finishes his sentence off by snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you into flush against his side.

“What a catch,” you say, tone mocking, but you don’t fight the movement. You slide the hand that has landed on Jake’s upper bicep up his shoulder to steady yourself.

“And all yours for the night,” he says with a joking leer. You roll your eyes outwardly but feel a tug south towards the pit of your stomach.

-

“So much for a valentines day event,” you grumble as you step into your apartment, fingers working on tearing the red paper wrist band off.

Your grumbling earns you an amused chuckle from Jake who steps in after you while shutting the door behind him. The apartment is silent with your roommate out at her girlfriend’s for the night.

“Hey, you still went home with the hottest guy in the club,” Jake jokes as you walk towards the kitchen to retrieve a bottle of water from the fridge. You are both lightly buzzed from the steady stream of drinks you had ingested, in a way that makes a person slightly reckless but still in complete control of their mental facilities.

“Did I really,” you uncap the bottle with a twist before putting it to your lips and tilting your head back. You lean against the counter, gaze still on Jake as he comes to a stop in front of you, arms crossed loosely in front of his chest. You lower the bottle from your lips only for Jake to reach out and pluck it from your grasp.

“I’m curious,” he pauses to take a sip from the bottle, before taking a step towards you, trapping you between himself and the counter behind you, “what was it you were looking for tonight that has you so bummed.”

Jake places the bottle down on the counter beside you before leaving his hand on the counter. He rests his other hand on his hip, stance almost caging you in. Jake lips are quirked into a smirk, but the amusement doesn’t hit the intensity behind his eyes. You feel your knees go weak, and you press yourself back against the counter for support, the marble edge digging into your back a reminder for you to keep breathing.

“I don’t know,” you say, eyes locked onto Jake’s. You can smell the sickly sweet scent of red bull from the trio of Jägerbombs you both had downed before deciding to call it a night, “something fun.”

“Something fun,” Jake drawls, his voice a low hum. Jake’s eyes are focused on yours and you resist the urge to let your gaze dart to his lips.

“Yeah,” the affirmation comes out more petulant than you had intended, and you see Jake lose the same battle you had been having with yourself as his gaze flickers to your lips for a split second.

“I cou-” he doesn’t finish his sentence thanks to a series of loud knocks which pierce through the tension between you both.

“GUYS OPEN OPEN.”

“You left without us.”

“How could you leave without us.”

“We want pizza!”

The voices of a group of males, his teammates echo from behind your front door. You see a tiny frown pass Jake’s face as he drops his head slightly before taking a step back and pushing himself away from you with his hand thats still pressed against the counter.

“Coming,” you half yell, half hiss as you make a scramble for the door. Although the tenants of the apartment block were largely students, it didn’t always guarantee a free pass for noise late a night.

You swear you hear Jake swear quietly to himself as you yank open the door in a flurry to make way for a line of tipsy, rowdy football boys to stumble in.

III.

They are there when you get into the office, long stemmed tulips in white, red and pink sitting in a long glass vase. A rough glance has you guessing that they are anywhere from 30-40 stems sitting on your desk.

You don’t need to look at the small white card sitting beside the vase to know who they are from. They aren’t from Dan because he had his red roses sent to you at home the day before.

If you got yourself a girlfriend you would have someone to send flowers to on Valentines day.

You shoot the text to Jake with a smile on your lips. He replies almost instantly.

You would miss my flowers.

Hah, you wish.

Admit it.

The smile on your fave brightens as you read Jake’s latest reply. You position yourself beside the flowers before extending a hand and flipping on your front camera to take a picture of yourself looking exasperated with the tulips in frame before firing the photo off to Jake.

IV.

“I love you,” you hear the quiet words against your skin as Jake presses a kiss to side of your head before pressing another kiss behind your ear.

“I love you too,” you say as you absently tilt your head, allowing him to press another kiss to the side of your neck. You let yourself sink further against Jake, both of content to be in each other company, neither truly focused on the soft murmur of the television flickering in front of you.

The lights of the living room are dim, and your children are all tucked away in bed, the remnants of valentines day scattered around the living room - flowers they had exchanged with friends at school, chocolates and glittery cards, which they had all paraded to you and Jake before bestowing their own versions of the same on both of you. Jake had given you your flowers earlier in the day, along with one mind blowing orgasm before you had both gotten out of bed for the day, but the quiet time you both had now was what you found yourself enjoying most about the day, or of any day, really.

“Should we continue where we left off this morning,” you hear Jake say beside you ear as his hands drift along the sides of your body, fingers starting to dip beneath your top.

“I don’t think we really left anything hanging this morning,” you hum in response.

“I can’t seem to remember,” Jake’s hands brush against the underside of your breasts as you slide a hand up his thigh, “guess you just have to remind me then.”

“I guess I will.”

[magicalbats]

Kinktober 2024 Day 16: Seth x Reader

Rating: R-18+

Word Count: 6721

Warnings: Afab!reader, leopard Thiren reader, rut/heat cycles, femdom, pathetic sub boy behavior, cock and ball milking, onahole, dildos, puppy pads, prostate milking, multiple orgasms, ABO adjacent? ABO inspired? idk

A/N: I'm late, I'm late for a very important date - with a needy, desperate cat boy 😩 Part of what went into this is I thought it would be cute to pair a snow leopard with a jungle leopard, and the other part is because I just enjoy topping boys and playing with their butts xcvnnbdekds

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The sound of your doorbell going off brings your attention up to peer down the short hall in your apartment. You hadn’t ordered any packages as far as you could recall, and your neighbors very rarely had any reason to bug you. It probably wasn’t anything important then, you quickly decide. 

And you almost ignore it in favor of returning to whatever you’d been looking at on your phone, but then the buzzer goes off again with a noted edge of desperation this time. Which was decidedly odd. How could a doorbell sound desperate? Perhaps even more pressing, who would possibly be seeking you out like this? 

Quickly realizing they weren’t going to go away until you answered the door, you drop your phone on the couch cushions and push up to your feet. A few barefooted steps later has you turning the lock and twisting the handle, swinging the hinges inward only to find Seth standing on your front doormat. 

Your brows shoot up in genuine surprise. Not only at his unexpected and sudden appearance, but also because of how absolutely miserable he looks. His usually pert ears are half folded over his skull, twitching slightly to accompany the faint shudder you can see making his shoulders lock up. Even more alarming is the fine sheen of sweat you can make out on his creamy skin and the rosy flush that stains his cheeks. It almost makes him look sick, and your frantic thoughts immediately go to hospitals, doctors and insurance forms. 

Except … he shouldn’t have any reason to come to you when he was feeling under the weather. 

Shaking off your initial surprise, you give him a closer look. “Seth? What are you doing here?” 

“I’m sorry,” He murmurs in such a faltering, broken little voice that you immediately start to understand what’s going on before he even finishes speaking. “I know we broke up but I - I didn’t know where else to go. You’re the only one who can help me. Please, can I come in?” 

You almost tell him ‘no’, because he was right. You and him had broken up. Well over a year ago now, in fact. 

But for better or worse you’re not quite that heartless, and your tail gives a listless flick behind you as you step to the side. “Yeah, come on. Before one of my neighbors sees you and thinks I’m up to something nefarious.” 

A wordless sound of relief rushes out of him as he quickly scurries past you to get inside the apartment, clearly glad to be out of the public eye where everyone knew him as Officer Seth Lowell. His current state of thinly veiled distress did not align with his usual persona as a capable policeman who was always happy to help with a great big smile at the ready, and you take a moment to surreptitiously glance around the hall to make sure none of your neighbors were watching you through a crack in their doors. If someone got suspicious about his behavior and your motives for letting him in there was a very good chance you’d soon find PubSec showing up at your doorstep next. 

This was probably going to be awkward enough without adding more fuel to the fire. 

Slipping back inside and locking the door again, you turn to look at where he’s partially hunched over the side of your couch now, clearly struggling just to stand. “God, you look like you’re drunk or something.” 

“I’m sorry.” He says again, quietly groaning under his breath. “I swear I didn’t want to bother you like this but … you were the only person I could think of. I have to be careful about, nnghn, keeping my personal and work life separate. Can you help me? Like you used to.”

You hesitate to move from your spot standing just inside the doorway, knowing good and well that this would be inviting trouble you didn’t need. Burn everything, but you could even smell him from here. 

It hadn’t been this obvious or quite so bad when he was still standing outside where the smells of city life could strongly intermingle with his scent. But in the closed space of your modest little apartment your keen nose practically floods with the sharp spike of arousal that is not yours, making your head feel fuzzy and inebriated. This was dangerous, and not only because he was your ex. 

He’d trigger your own body’s natural instincts if you weren’t careful. 

Even knowing that, you can’t bring yourself to watch him suffer and you slowly approach him with deliberately heavy footsteps to make sure he could hear you coming. You didn’t think Seth would ever fully lose control of himself enough to attack you or hurt you, but it was clear at just a glance that he was in bad shape. 

Coming up alongside him, you can see his shoulders still trembling with the effort of keeping his rioting urges in check so you carefully reach out to slide your fingers underneath the soft fringe of hair hanging over his temple. Your spine immediately snaps ramrod stiff, sucking in a quick breath the moment you press them into the skin.  

“You’re burning up. I haven’t seen you have a rut this bad in a long time.” 

“I know.” Pitifully moaning, he tips his flushed face up to pin you with one of the neediest, wretchedly helpless looks you’ve ever seen in your life. “That’s why I can’t - I can’t go to anyone else for this. If I accidentally hurt someone … I’d never be able to live with myself. It has to be another Thiren who knows what it’s like.” 

Your heart painfully wrenches at that, sympathy and old love for him making it feel like you’ve suddenly got a rock wedged in your throat, but you quickly pull away. 

Rather defensively crossing your arms over your stomach now, you back up enough to put some space between you and him so you could think for a moment. Far be it that you didn’t understand where he was coming from. As a fellow Thiren, yes, and the complimentary jungle cat to his snow leopard, it did indeed make sense for you to give him a hand in his time of need. And a great need it was, by the looks of it. 

But you had so much history together, a past that couldn’t be severed from either of your identities just because you’d agreed to go your separate ways. It hadn’t even been a bad breakup in the typical sense where fighting with each other and screaming were involved, and yet both of you had walked away from it feeling like you’d left a piece of yourselves with the other. You and Seth had talked about it before so you knew his feelings on the matter were the same as yours, but that alone wasn’t enough to mend a relationship. He was dead set on following in his older brother's footsteps as a PubSec officer and you just couldn’t reconcile the daily dangers he was putting himself in to accomplish that. Maybe if he was a little less headstrong and reckless about everything but … 

Heaving a deeply bothered sigh, you grudgingly turn to look over at him again. He really did look unbelievably pathetic right now. And you’re aware of the exact moment your resolve starts to crumble as you watch his anxiously curled tail start to perk up slightly when he sees your attention is back on him. Dammit. 

“Alright, I’ll help you. But,” You rush to emphasize your caveat before he can get too excited. “No sex. I understand the position you’re in here so I’m willing to help as much as I can. I have to draw the line somewhere though.” 

“I understand.” He says on a terse, shuddering exhale that seems to visibly drain some of the uncertainty from his posture. “Thank you, thank you. I don’t know how I can ever repay you for this.” 

“Don’t thank me just yet. Start getting undressed while I grab a few things real quick.” 

Spinning on your heel, you don’t bother to check if he’s following your instructions or not before you disappear through the doorway that leads into your bedroom. Everything in the apartment is so compact that it only takes a handful of steps for you to reach your dresser where you kneel down to dig in the bottom drawer. Luckily you still had all the toys and supplies you’d kept on hand for moments not unlike this one, though you hadn’t exactly planned on using any of them on Seth again. 

There were other Thirens in New Eridu, you know. Plenty of them in fact. Just because you hadn’t found any of them quite to your taste and had instead resorted to using some of these toys on yourself that didn’t mean you’d been holding out for this particular man to change his mind about his career choices. 

Pausing halfway through the motion of pulling out his favorite onahole, you wonder what the hell you’re doing. 

You’d need something to carry this all in. 

Momentarily abandoning the dresser, you quickly dig in your closet for a tote bag you’d bought under the assumption of going green for the environment — what was even left of it after the Hollow Disaster — but had promptly forgotten about amongst all your other clothes and impulse purchases. You waste no time shoving everything you can grab into it, idly wondering where you’d even accumulated so many toys in the first place, before hurrying back out into the living room. 

You find Seth standing at the corner of the couch in a timid little pose that was clearly meant to make him look smaller than he was. It’s not hard to see he’s deeply embarrassed about standing there naked with his aggressively rigid cock standing straight up off his body, already dribbling a thick bead of creamy discharge that glistens faintly in the overhead light. Your own instincts go absolutely haywire at the sight as much as at the unfiltered smell of him, but you valiantly shove it as far back into your mind as you can manage. 

Cautiously walking over, you try to give him your best attempt at an encouraging smile but he refuses to glance up at you, much preferring to keep his eyes downcast. You think that might be for the best, actually, as you kneel down on the hardwood floor in front of the sofa to dig into the bag you’d carted out. 

Thank your lucky stars you’d still had some of these on hand. 

With a pointed rustle of thin plastic, you pull out a puppy training pad and make quick work unfurling it so you can lay it open across the floor. A second one follows, just to be safe, leaving a sizable square of your flooring protected from any accidents before you stand up to get resituated on the edge of the couch cushions. 

It feels like your heart is going to jackhammer straight out of your chest at any given moment. And that wasn’t even mentioning how hot you suddenly felt, but you pause to take a deep, calming breath and ground your nerves, hoping you weren’t making some monumental mistake in doing this. 

“Alright,” You finally intone. “Sit.”

Eagerly shuffling forward, Seth moves into the space you’d indicated with your finger where he gingerly lowers himself down to kneel beside you just on the corner of one of the training pads. He still insists on keeping his face averted from you though, and you think he would have looked the picture perfect definition of submission sitting there on his knees had it not been for the demanding flex of his weeping cock in his lap. 

Or did that actually add to it? 

Stop. You couldn’t think about that right now. 

Trying very hard to ignore the decidedly awkward atmosphere between you and him, you eagerly reach down to dig inside the tote bag for a distraction. “I tried to grab everything I thought might be of use for this but just tell me if you want a specific toy in particular.” 

“I’m sure whatever you picked is fine.” 

“Okay …” Rapidly piecing together a haphazard plan of action in your head, you decide on a realistic, flesh colored dildo that’s longer than it is thick, leaning down to decisively smack the suction cup base on the hardwood floor to make it stick there. And as you start to lean back, intending to reach into the bag again, you catch Seth outright staring at you in wide eyed, hungry fascination. 

“What?” You demand. 

“Nothing.” He quickly murmurs, fidgeting slightly there on his knees. “I really appreciate you doing this for me. Feels like my head is going to explode.” 

“Well, you certainly came to the right person for this. We ended up with quite the collection once everything was said and done, so at least I was prepared. Think you can give me a text first before you come over next time though?” 

Seth’s pointed ears self consciously swivel back to lay almost flat against his skull, looking truly abashed. “I’m sorry.” 

“It’s okay. Do you want the onahole or the dildo?” 

His head immediately snaps up. “Huh?” 

You can’t quite keep the sly little smirk off your face now as you pull the silicone pocket pussy out of the bag to ruefully wag it at him. “I said, onahole or dildo? Which would you prefer?”

Whimpering a series of pathetic, borderline sniveling sounds, Seth nervously flicks his gaze between one toy and the other as if he really wasn’t sure which was going to make him feel better in that moment. You have a sneaking suspicion which he’ll ultimately choose though, and just as expected he finally sets his sights on the cylinder in your hand. 

“Can I have … the pussy, please?” 

He really was cute, especially when he was like this, and you just can’t stop yourself from teasing him a bit. “What do you say, Seth?” 

A visibly violent tremor races through him, making the PubSec officer squirm at your feet as his tail wildly flicks out behind him in a jittery arc. “P - please, ma’am. Can I have the pussy, please?” 

“Good boy. Of course you can.” 

Thinking it almost a little odd how easily both of you were falling back into this old routine and these old roles that came with it, you lean to the side so you can brace your hand on the cushions and reach down with the onahole in the other. Immediately sucking in a sharp, over eager gasp at the sight of you bringing your hand close to him, Seth pushes up to fully balance on his knees in a stiff, halting pose that makes his cock jut out in offering to you. 

He looks especially good like that, you think, all lean muscle and sveltly compact with his rigid length bobbing expectantly in the air. His nearest hand anxiously grabs at the cushion where yours is resting, almost like he wanted to reach out and take it, but he makes do with simply leaving them close together. He doesn’t seem to know what to do with the other and he finally settles on placing it across his own stomach, fingers digging into the flesh when he squeezes down. So desperate and needy that he just has to hold onto something. 

In a past life it would have been your ankle he was clinging to while he impotently rutted his leaking cock over your stockinged foot. You’d also done the reverse on a few occasions, with you straddling his leg to grind your pussy over the bulk of one of his heavy boots until you came shuddering and whining low in your throat. It was only one of the many perks that came with dating someone who was happy to switch roles around. 

You’re fully in control now though and Seth doesn’t even hint at trying to upset that balance when he all too easily could. He was pretty damn strong, after all, but he just noises a high strung whimper at you as he plaintively nudges his hips forward in a supplication gesture. Oh, you hated how much this was actually turning you on.  

Silently reminding yourself to stay focused, you direct the opening of the faux pussy to his sticky tip and start to fit it over him at a leisurely, sedate pace. Despite how unhurried you are about it, Seth positively lurches there on the floor, his tight abdominals sharply flexing when he grunts a wounded little sound. He doesn’t move to pull away or protest despite the heightened sensitivity brought on by his mating drive, and you’re able to gradually take him into the silicone sleeve one inch at a time until you finally reach the base. 

You don’t even have to move beyond that to have Seth dazedly swaying there, his narrow chest rapidly expanding with the near frantic breaths he pulls in. Just the simple sensation of a soft, fleshy substitute hugging firmly around his cock is enough to send him dangerously close to the edge, gasping a ragged sound that is suspiciously reminiscent of your name. 

“Ooh, oohh, I’m gonna’ cum. Gonna’ cum. I’m - -“ 

Making no move to stop or help him, you merely hold the pocket pussy in place while he rapidly dissolves into a stiffly twitching mess of spasms right before your very eyes. He tips over almost immediately, narrow hips stiffly juddering while he throws his head back to softly yowl up at the ceiling. You can feel his cock wildly flexing inside the toy, even with a layer of firm plastic standing in the way, and you subtly squeeze your thighs together in response. 

Yep, this was certainly dangerous. 

“Oh god, oh god, mmmmnnnghn!” Reeling from the sheer force of his own release, Seth unsteadily bobs there on his knees as he starts to come down from that all too temporary high, drunkenly spinning his attention back around to you. “Thank you. Thank you, ma’am. Thank you!” 

“What did I say earlier, Seth? Don’t thank me just yet.” 

That’s all the warning you give him before you start to move your arm, pumping the pocket pussy from the base to the glans and then straight back down again. He outright seethes, trembling so fiercely it looks like he just might collapse right then and there, but he still doesn’t make any move to back off or shy away from it despite the no doubt painful rush of overstimulation. 

Instead he actually leans his pelvis into it to fully offer up his cock to your mercifully unmerciful attention, which you’re all too happy to oblige. And now that he’s cum once, the interior sleeve of the toy is sufficiently lubricated to allow a smooth, easy glide as you move it along him at a vigorous pace. Your attentive gaze doesn’t miss the way thick, creamy clumps of white smear along his length to make a mess of him but he doesn’t seem to mind it and neither do you. 

Other than the state of your floor, that is. This was a rental, you know, so you carefully reach over with your toe to nudge the crinkling puppy pad closer to him. 

“Be careful not to spill, unless you want to clean it up with your mouth later.” 

“Ohhhn! Aghh, aahh! I … nnghnn, oh god, I’m gonna’ - -“ 

And he does, just like that. 

Shuddering so wildly this time you have to readjust your hold on the onahole to keep pumping it over him, Seth beautifully writhes there at your feet while he shoots yet more sticky spend into the cylindrical toy. He quickly becomes overwhelmed like this though and, lurching with a soul vacating wheeze, he blindly reaches out to snag at your wrist. 

“Please, please, please,” He chants, screwing his eyes shut tightly enough to hurt. “Aaughh, it feels so good, just — give me a second.”

“But you’re still cumming, though.” You murmur, earning a deeply frazzled whine from him that seems to echo in the space between your ears, almost taunting you with it. 

And he does indeed keep pumping jet after jet into the silicone pussy until it seems to fill up to its limit and it just thickly oozes out around him to wetly plop onto the absorbent pad instead. This was what he needed to get through this rut. Fully milked and emptied until some of that natural, instinctive drive to breed dissipated and with it so too did the influx of hormones. He’d be able to return to his usual state of mind much more quickly than if he’d been left to his own devices to deal with it on his own and, given just how much he was shooting off into the toy, you suspected this back up of fluid was in part to blame for his ruts staggering potency. 

Wait a minute. A back up of fluid? Did that mean … he also hadn’t found anyone else he liked enough to date? 

It probably made a certain amount of sense considering he’d come to you rather than anybody else for help with this, but there had been a small part of you that was half convinced he’d just meant he didn’t have any other Thiren he could go to. A regular human certainly wouldn’t have known what to do with him like this, after all. But given the amount of spend coming out of him it didn’t seem likely that he’d had sex at all in recent months. Maybe even almost … a whole year? 

Watching Seth dazedly sway on his knees, still roughly gasping and groaning his pleasure into the apartment, you internally berate yourself for lingering on those kinds of thoughts. This was hardly the time. 

Maybe you should give your arm a break so you could focus on something else for a moment.  

Carefully releasing a wavering breath of your own, you slow the pumping motion of your hand to a gradual standstill, giving him plenty of time to savor the last few drags over his flexing cock. By the time you finally start to ease the pocket pussy all the way back to slide it off him, he’s made such a goopy mess of it that there were even clumpy beads of milky white clinging to the lips of the faux cunt to create a vague lather effect. You can see it faintly bubbling even from where you were sitting, and you softly click your tongue when he at last slips free of the toy with an obscenely loud, wet slurp that makes his hips give an involuntary jerk. 

As he whines an overwrought sound that makes his chest sadly hitch, you reach further down to set the pocket pussy on top of the pad he’s kneeling on so some of that excess cum can safely run down the sides of it. Seth carefully watches you the whole time, his ears anxiously twitching when you sit back to reach into your handy tote bag again. Obviously this alone wasn’t enough to completely drain him so you were going to have to kick it up another notch. 

“Turn around for me.” You murmur, feeling a pleased little spark light up in your chest when he just whimpers a frazzled sound before complying, getting himself spun around on the floor. 

Without needing to be told, Seth obediently leans forward to brace on his hands and present himself to you with his legs spread wide. You don’t miss the eager curl of his tail as it arcs up to stand almost straight in the air or the anxious flicker it gives at the very tip. And between his legs his cock still heavily dangles, oozing a slow stretching thread of discharge onto the puppy pad underneath him. He hadn’t flagged at all despite having already shot off two loads and the creamy evidence of that was plainly visible on his skin. 

With a generous bottle of lube now in hand, you lean down again to curl your unoccupied fingers under the fleshy sway of his ballsack and nudge up to gently cradle them. Even for as brief as the sensation surely must be, he still sucks in such a ragged, sharp edged gasp that you’d almost think you were hurting him. 

You knew better than that though, perfectly familiar with the heightened sensitivity brought about by a Thiren’s mating cycle, and you allow yourself a moment to thoughtfully bounce his testicles in the palm of your hand. “Hmm. These are still quite full aren’t they? Haven’t you been tending to your own needs at all, Seth?” 

Full on wheezing, he shudderingly arches his back while sliding his knees further apart to leave the full weight of his balls sitting firmly in your hold. “I’ve b - been busy …” 

You softly click your tongue at that before pulling back to uncap the bottle, leaving his testes to pitifully hang there. “You should know better. Both of us are well aware how you get when you’re backed up.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

Ignoring his plaintive whining for a moment, you bring your freshly lubed fingers down to slide them through the crease of his petite backside, making him jolt as if you’d just electrocuted him. It’s because he’s a male in the prime of his life, and that instinctive drive to breed, breed, breed could only be sated with the regular emptying of his balls — though he doesn’t exactly look like one right now when he’s hungrily pushing back on your hand like a bitch in heat. That had been you on more than one occasion, in the exact same spot and in the exact same pose, but as a woman your subconscious urges tended to skew in the opposite direction of wanting to be bred, bred, bred. 

It’s only your (mostly) clear head and the iron willed self control you’re desperately clinging to that keeps you from losing hold of yourself as you slip your pointer finger right into the center of his sticky pink hole and slowly slide it in. It’s getting harder and harder to keep your wits about you the more Seth’s potent cocktail of pheromones and adrenaline, sweat and semen floods your senses but you just keep reminding yourself that the two of you were no longer together. There wasn’t going to be any breeding done today. 

And his ass readily accepts the intrusion, granting your finger entry with only the slightest bit of resistance which the copious lubricant takes care of quickly enough. You dip into him straight down to the knuckle and he jerks his head up to keen a frantic sound. Upon giving the digit a brief wriggle to test the give of his inner sleeve you promptly deem him ready for another and carefully slip out so you can then push in with two. 

The faintly raised rim of his entrance greedily clings to you between the sporadic pulsing squeezes of his guts, trying to suck you in deeper and deeper. There’s only so far you can go though, and in an attempt to give him even some relief you curl the fingers down to insistently rub against the tender spot inside him. 

“Oohh! Aauughhn, aahh! P - please!” He gasps, immediately giving in to the full bodied spasms that tear through him as his shuddering hips weakly flex under your ministrations. 

Feeling hyper aware of just how sticky you were getting between the legs, you carefully set the lube aside on the floor where it wasn’t likely to get knocked over so you can reach your hand out to grab his bobbing cock. Giving it a tight squeeze that makes him mindlessly buck, you set in to attack him from both sides. While you work him open to ensure he’s sufficiently stretched with one set of fingers, the others drag down his stiff length in a demanding jerk to make his heavy balls bounce against your wrist. 

It hardly comes as a surprise that he cums embarrassingly quick, and you let out a trembling breath while you watch him shoot jet after jet of that milky white substance onto the puppy pad. It quickly starts to gather in a sticky, sopping wet puddle underneath him the more he keeps cumming, and as long as you continue to massage over his prostate he doesn’t show any signs of stopping soon. 

You can tell that it rapidly becomes too much for him though, his quaking shoulders dramatically hunching upward while his lower body twitches a wild, unsteady rhythm to match the hot pulses of cum that shoot out of him. His heaving gasps and groans soon take on a dire tinge as well and you finally decide to give him a moment to breathe, slowly sliding your fingers out to leave his puffy asshole needily clenching around nothing. You let go of his cock too, letting him tremble though the last of the spasms and dribble out whatever bit of semen he still had left. 

God, it smelled like a Thiren brothel in here. 

Struggling to shrug off the coaxing pheromones coming from him, you take a moment to glance down at the absorbent pad again. He really had cum a lot. 

“Here,” You murmur, stretching your hand out to grab a corner of the square and gently tug on it. “Let’s get these switched out before we have a spill, okay?” 

Swaying dizzily on his hands and knees, it seems to take Seth a long beat to realize you were even talking to him and another moment longer for him to understand what you were saying. 

Groaning a threadbare little sound, he gingerly moves to crawl off the training pad so you can slide it away from him and off to the side before replacing it with the clean one. You take care to position it directly in front of the dildo you’d suctioned to the floor, making sure it’s close enough before straightening back up to look over at him again. 

The pitifully flushed, bottom-lip-warbling expression staring back at you very nearly crumples whatever lingering bit of resolve you still had left. Not only was he going to be the death of you at this rate, he was also going to slowly wear you down until you finally gave in to the demanding pulse between your thighs. Worst of all, he wasn’t even consciously trying to do it. 

Your feelings for him as much as your instinctive urges compel you though, and you quickly busy yourself with squirting a healthy dollop of lube over the waiting tip of the upright dildo so you don’t have to think about it too hard. It was already much too late to start getting cold feet now. 

“Alright, come here. Let’s get you situated.” 

Seth doesn’t need to be told twice and he quickly drags himself closer to kneel between the spread of your feet. He stares up at you like a needy, hopeful stray the whole time but you decide you just can’t take much more of that at the moment so you reach out to nudge at his shoulder. 

“Spin around for me, handsome. It’ll be easier for me to take care of you this way, won’t it?” 

Head bobbing a delirious nod, he obediently complies and gets himself turned to give you his back. The puppy pad rustles softly every time he moves before going quiet again when he eases himself into the cradle of your thighs with a faltering exhale. 

You take a moment to lean over him and ensure the pad is where it needs to be before redirecting your hand to wrap around the base of the dildo so you can hold it steady. At your gently spoken command, Seth nudges himself up to balance on his toes so you can guide the silicone phallus to his loosened entrance. It catches in the fleshy wrinkle easily enough and as he starts to lower himself down, taking more and more of the stretch into his body, you eagerly watch the way his still achingly erect cock flexes at the penetration, swaying slightly before standing straight up again. You can even see a throbbing vein standing out along the side of his shaft, further tugging on your sympathy for him as you reach for the onahole again. 

Practically sobbing as he settles on top of the dildo, Seth somewhat awkwardly spreads his legs further apart to really leave the full brunt of his weight centered over the fake cock while he watches you bring the pussy toy close. And his tail restlessly whips around your leg to indicate his excitement but he can’t quite seem to find his voice anymore to speak. 

He just whimpers and seethes, chest stuttering with the hiccuping breaths he drags into his lungs. Sliding your unoccupied hand down across his shoulder, you locate one of his pert, pink nipples and start to flick it back and forth while you work on fitting the silicone cunt over his tip again. 

“Shhh. Just relax. Deep breaths for me, okay? I’ve got you.” 

The imitation slit spreads open for him at the insistent nudge of your hand and grants him entry to slide into the sticky, goopy mess he’d already made. He throws his head back, full on wailing a ragged sound now while his hips uncontrollably judder the deeper he slides into it. Once again torn between two equally unrelenting stimuli, he sways drunkenly between your legs and stiffly rocks back against the dildo wedged inside him to bask in the pressure on his guts. 

Your own breath starts to come a little quicker watching him writhe in place like that, almost as if there was a symbiotic bond present that was mirroring his pleasure right back at you, but you grapple with yourself not to get distracted. Gripping the cylindrical toy so hard the knuckles hurt, you begin working it back and forth over him to a wet, sloppy schlucking sound that instantly has his toes curling tight. 

So caught up in gradually drawing him back to that hazy edge of oblivion, you almost don’t even notice your own tail wrapping around to curl possessively across his chest. It’s only when you feel the brush of fur against your fingers, still mercilessly flicking at his fatly swollen nipple, do you catch what you’re doing. It very nearly manages to surprise you, the rhythm of your wrist wavering for a split second, but you don’t stop long enough to question it. 

You just keep sliding the onahole up and down, up and down, again and again until Seth cums once more with a lilting, higher pitched moan than his usual. It’s easy to tell he’s getting uncomfortably sensitized and over stimulated by it all but you know you have to keep going. If you didn’t and then sent him on his way, there was a very good chance he’d quickly succumb to the mindless urges of his rut again, and probably be all the worse for it. 

This was only going to work if you completely drained him, which was exactly why the dildos you’d grabbed came in handy. His prostate needed to be thoroughly milked to ensure you got every last drop out of him to simulate a completed mating cycle and stop the production of his pheromones. It’s the exact same process that would have happened if it was your pussy taking him in deep and sucking noisily at his throbbing length. If you were the one he was shooting his load into, the two of you probably would have been tangled up in each other for at least another day given how backed up he is.

If it was you … 

“Oohn!” The sound that abruptly spills right out of your mouth catches you completely off guard and, uncontrollably shuddering, you scoot to the very edge of the cushions to press your cunt into his back. Your hand keeps working though and you stare at it as if you were transfixed, watching the bubbly clumps of semen run down his cock to tangle in his pubic hair. It felt like you were right on the edge of cumming too but that shouldn’t have been possible. You’d pointedly ignored every little twinge and aching clench in your body for a reason, and yet … 

Rousing himself at the sensation of you desperately rubbing yourself against his spine, Seth tips his head back to blearily peer up at you through the heavy, inebriated fall of his lashes. “B - baby?” 

“Oooh nooo …” 

Sucking in a wet, half stifled breath, you squeeze your arms tighter around him to desperately clutch Seth against you and screw your eyes shut while you stiffly grind yourself against him. It’s an incredibly awkward thing to do in this position, especially when your hand was still mindlessly pumping at his cock, but you couldn’t stop. You just couldn’t. 

Not one or the other, or any of it, and you finally tip over the edge with a savory stutter of your hips, dropping your face into his hair so you can seethe and groan your pleasure into all that silky soft excess. It doesn’t even really feel all that good when your pussy was pathetically clenching around nothing and yet it hits you so hard and so fast that it almost makes your eyes roll back into your head. 

This couldn’t be happening. Even when you know damn well that it is, you still try desperately to convince yourself that it’s not. 

But you feel a little too intoxicated, a little too high on the dizzyingly potent fog of pheromones and the overwhelmingly sharp smell of sex in the air to truly fight it. Rumbling one last reluctant sound of bitter pleasure, you finally give in and lean your weight into Seth from behind. 

He tries to fight it at first but he’s even weaker than you are at the moment, and both of you are soon sliding forward to sprawl out across the floor in a heaving pile of limbs, hardwood be damned. You really can’t bring yourself to care much about that when your cunt was screaming at you, begging to be stretched and filled, and relentlessly bred. 

You’d known perfectly well how dangerous this was and now look. You were starting to slip into heat because of him. Dammit Seth. 

“Okay, look,” You finally manage to wheeze, struggling to sit up on top of his back. “I promise this doesn’t mean anything but — I can’t take it anymore. I’ll let you fuck me if you want. Please fuck me. I want your cum, I need it.” 

Issuing a disoriented, foggy groan, he shifts underneath you to look back over his shoulder, panting just as heavily as you are now. “Wh - are … are you serious? You said - -“

“I don’t care what I said.” Hissing through your teeth, you reach down to grab a fistful of that enviously soft hair, fingers closing at the root so you can yank his neck back at an angle that can’t be comfortable. “Please, Seth. If you don’t fuck me right now I’ll — I’ll never forgive you. You caused this and now I need you to take responsibility before I … I - -“ 

You abruptly startle when you feel his tail come up to twine around yours, locking the two of you together for as long as you were willing to let it happen. And even for as brief as the gesture is, it has its intended effect of temporarily soothing you, giving you a chance to suck in a much needed lungful of air. It would have felt even better if the space inside your tiny apartment wasn’t completely inundated with the buzzing smell of him. 

“Alright,” He cautiously rattles out when he sees you stiffly relaxing into his touch. “We can do it but … nghnn, like you said. It doesn’t mean anything. It’s just sex. Are you still on birth control?” 

“Of course I am.” 

“Great. Let’s go then.”

⭐

Crossposted: here

[blushblushbear]

I want Blush Blush to do a ghost storyline like they did in Crush Crush but I fear I'd only be happy if the ghost was Natsu and he got immediately thrown into the main lineup after the phone fling, like I need same day shipping.

Mostly bc imagine like. Marshmallow smiling and kicking their feet looking at their phone, the totally not jealous kitsune wondering who they're talking to. And they just nonchalantly say 'oh my new ghost friend Natsu :3' Cue all three of them squinting suspiciously because surely not...it can't be THEIR Natsu right? But then through Seth the shit stirrer–you can't tell me he hasn't been watching this fox drama go on whilst eating popcorn for a while–y'all manage to bring Natsu through to the living world and each clan leader has to deal with it and their emotions it various ways. Their guilt, grief, gratitude. How the dynamics are and how they've changed because EVERYONE has changed for the better because of you! Natsu only knows how they were before the curse and you breaking them and they only know the Natsu before he died. But you obviously change Natsu for the better too so it's like!! They're the same, and familiar but also different! So they each go through the journey of learning about the new versions of each other while also reflecting on the past and embracing the future!!

Only for all three to realize Natsu is literally Mr. Steal yo girl bc now he's getting all your attention and love and looks and he's not sharing and now they've just got that to deal with.

I want to kiss a ghost fox. Sorry for rambling. I really want to kiss a ghost. Also I think it'd be very funny to go through all the trouble of bringing him back just for the gods to be like '...oh yeah you also participated in that war...get cursed dummy'

HONESTLY ANON YOU ARE SO VALID FOR THIS

and also honestly like--- SAME?????

I'd LOVE a Natsu phone fling that turned into him coming back and also getting cursed

I won't lie how I think Natsu would be like effects how I'd think the whole proceeding would go but yeah I just

I will say there was a time I was talking with someone in the discord and like--- DUDE Natsu would def use those little kaomoji things

like (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ (˶°ㅁ°)!! (⁠๑﹏๑)(ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

also with my Natsu he low key doesn't hold a grudge about it-- partly cause he thinks it's funny

like--- in my head he only prodded towards war to get under Fuyu's skin and like----- low key mid key HIGH KEY he thought Fuyu wouldn't do it XD dead ass was like 'what?? that prissy little theater kid??? he'd never! Also like, I'm his bestie! He'd never actually get rid of me. Like-- sure we trash talk but I'm bestie, he would never!'

but then he did and now Fuyu's all brooding and haunted and frankly Natsu thinks that's HILARIOUS

though I will say I think this would only work if plot twist reveal! the summer clan is fine, it was all a fake, Natsu's last little trick and they've been in hiding cause Fuyu is a drama queen lmao

I really like to think that just in general Natsu's decently smooth and refined if a little flirty but around Fuyu he's a teenaged little shit again

that's just what happens when you go around your oldest friend

BUT NO AGREED, I WANT A NATSU!!!! I WANT A PHONE FLING!!!!! LEMME KISS THE FOX GHOST TOO!!

also I'm planning to do something/write stuff with Natsu in it I'm just THE SLOWEST MAKER OF THINGS EVER (dead ass thinking about doing a whole script but I feel like that's something you'd only get in like-- 2026 with how I am lmao)

[wrestlezaynia]

A/N: Okay, so I'm doing things a little differently. This is part 1 of 2 and is a continuation of the breakup scene. Part 2 will mostly consist of Sami and Kevin back at the hotel room. Warning: There will be angst but, as promised, there will be a happy ending as always. Enjoy! 😊

Kevin needs to get away, needs to escape from his thoughts so when Cody invites him to a relaxing resort, he immediately accepts his offer. But, unbeknownst to Kevin, he isn't the only one Cody invited.

Kevin heaves a heavy sigh, sipping on a Mojito as the sun begins to set in beautiful Puerto Rico. It's a warm peaceful night in paradise but he couldn't enjoy it, not without Sami. He thought coming here would help take his mind off the breakup, but it's only making matters worse.

"Hey buddy, how're you holding up?" Randy inquires, pulling up a seat beside Kevin with Cody in tow, who looks like he has had his fair share of margaritas. "Randall, Kevin is here to relax." Cody chimes in, draping his arm around Kevin's shoulders. "Isn't that right, Kevvy?" He asks.

Cody's breath wreaks of alcohol, so he lets the "Kevvy" nickname slide, despite it making him cringe. Kev was one thing but Kevvy? "Yeah, this has been great. Thanks, Cody!" Kevin exclaims, forcing a smile.

"Oh, don't thank me just yet." Cody says, a wry grin twisting his supple lips. Randy shoots him a look that can only be described as: "what did you do?" Cody gestures at him to be quiet as Sami comes into view.

Sami? No, it couldn't be. Kevin's heart skips a beat. He looks even more handsome than he remembered. His soft ginger curls tied atop his head in a messy bun, his honey eyes as radiant as the sun shining brightly. But he didn't come alone, someone else was accompanying him. He should've known Sami wouldn't remain single for long.

Kevin is unable to get a good look at the man, that is, until there's a scuffle. He can't hear what's being said, but judging by the expression on Sami's face he can tell something is amiss as the man shoves Sami to the floor. "Get your fucking hands off of him!" Kevin screams, springing into action as he charges toward the man, his blood boiling.

"So this is the infamous Kevin I've heard so much about." The unidentified male remarks with a contemptuous smile, sizing up his competition snidely. "You're right Sami, we do kind of look alike."

Kevin carefully helps Sami to his feet before moving to stand in front of him, acting as a shield as he gets up in the mans face, prepared to fight and defend Sami's honor. "I'm nothing like you." He sneers, clenching his fist. "I wouldn't harm a hair on Sami's head and if you touch him again, I'll snap your fucking fingers off." He warns.

"Ooh, tough guy!" The man quips in a mocking tone, pushing Kevin away from him. "Let's see how tough you are when I'm making your ex-boyfriend moan my na-" his sentence cut short by Kevin's fist.

Kevin has heard enough of this asshole running his mouth as his fist collides with his nose with a satisfying crunch. Meanwhile, Sami is clinging to Kevin's arm, pleading with him to make a hasty retreat before things escalate any further. He obliges, albeit reluctantly.

Randy watches the scene unfold in horror. "Cody, what the hell is going on?" He asks, concern evident in his tone. "You'll see." Cody replies, sounding suspiciously nonchalant amidst the chaos.

As Sami and Kevin brush past, Cody pulls Kevin aside. "Hey Kevvy, it turns out Becky and Seth weren't able to accompany Randy and I so they offered us their honeymoon suite, you've got the room to yourself tonight." He says with a wink before they continue on their way.

"Cody, you sneaky little devil." Randy smirks, wrapping his arms around Cody from behind as they watch Sami and Kevin round the corner, out of sight. "Ain't love grand?" Cody asks, glancing over his shoulder at Randy as the mysterious man hobbles over to them clutching his bloodied nose. "You never told me Sami's ex was a psychopath, I didn't sign up for this Rhodes!" The man grumbles.

[orangecountymuses]

a three hour flight from the athens international airport. a two hour layover in the charles de gaulle airport. another eleven hours to LAX. a missed facetime call as if she hadn't watched her phone ring. a screenshot of said missed facetime call showing up in her texts a second later. a grin etches on her lips, hope you're having fun without me. oh, did she love him. they had a carefully crafted routine. as you do when you're in a long distance relationship with nearly seven thousand miles and a ten hour time difference between you. one of them would be falling asleep, the other going on with their day. sometimes the distance felt unbearable. she could feel all thousands of those miles. but she had to get out last year. they both knew it. yet another near death experience on her record couldn't have made it any clearer. marissa was exhausted to her core, surely there was more to life than all this suffering that seemed endless. it was always one thing after the other.

so her friends were in college, she was in greece. trying to heal, trying to forge a path back to herself. she always felt so much older than she was, but in reality, she was a kid. who didn't deserve anything that happened to her, no matter how many times she thought otherwise. was she the worst person in the world or was she just seventeen and let down by every adult in her life?

greece was a double edged sword at its finest. the blonde had found herself happier than she had been in long time. her and summer wore the hell out of her mamma mia dvd, abba's biggest fans, always dreaming about being on a greek island. it was one of those places that you didn't want to ever leave. she didn't have to go back to newport beach, she didn't have to go to berkeley. she could just stay there forever. however, the more she thought about it, the more she didn't want to have any regrets. the more she wanted to be in a norcal college town with the love of her life. it was that simple. ryan and marissa, marissa and ryan, the couple that had enough trauma to rival a soap opera. the couple that deserved something soft, something normal.

she turned her location off hours before. like that wasn't suspicious at all. but she was trying to be romantic, sue her. leaves him on read for a moment before slender fingers type away at the keyword, a simple can't talk rn, i love you, i'll call you later, promise. ❤️‍🔥

the next eleven hours feel like they drag on as she re-enters the united states, re-enters california. light reflects off of the pool as she slips into the cohen pool house a little past four fifteen from seth's car. she slept some on the plane, but still feels dead on her feet. her gaze falls to her boyfriend asleep, his phone next to him on the bed. he was waiting for her. oh, lover boy. the blonde moves to set it on the bedside table, carefully brushing some hair out of his face. makes the longest travel day in the world worth it. makes her way to the other side of the bed, peeling back the covers, eyes closing immediately as her head hits the pillow. the sun will be up soon. another hot july day in the oc with the people she loved most, couldn't wait. even greece couldn't beat that.

[wingedsublimeland]

Adam’s Therapy Session

The room was simple, almost inviting, with neutral colors and soft lighting. Adam sat on the worn leather couch, one leg crossed over the other, casually strumming his guitar. He wasn’t playing anything coherent—just a series of soft notes filling the air as Dr. Caroline Harlow, his assigned therapist, quietly scribbled notes.

“So, Adam,” Dr. Harlow started, pushing her glasses up her nose, “how are you feeling today? Last week, you mentioned you were feeling... tired.”

Adam chuckled, a low and rumbling sound. “Tired is my baseline these days, doc. It’s a different kind of tired, though. Not the kind where you can sleep it off.” He plucked a melancholy chord. “You ever try corralling a being with rage issues, another who’s a literal black hole for any sense of organization, and then the baby who—bless his heart—finds trouble like it’s his life mission?”

Dr. Harlow tilted her head, smiling slightly. “It does sound exhausting. How do you manage all of that? Not just the chaos, but the... emotional weight of it all?”

Adam set the guitar down, leaning forward, his expression shifting from lighthearted to something darker, heavier. “You know what’s funny? It’s not the chaos that gets to me. It’s the silence that comes after. When they’re all asleep or off in their little corners of this facility, I sit there, and I realize something: I’ve been alive longer than most people can comprehend. I’ve seen worlds rise and fall. Families crumble. Universes end.” He paused, his olive-toned face lined with an exhaustion that no amount of sleep could fix.

“When you’ve lived as long as I have, you stop asking why things happen. The Garden, the exile, the centuries of wandering... they teach you there isn’t always a reason. Sometimes, things just are. And when you realize that, it eats at you. You’re left holding this... this void where answers used to be. And then I look at my kids—these little pieces of chaos, who somehow still look at me like I have all the answers—and I wonder... How long can I hold them together before they realize I don’t?”

Dr. Harlow’s pen froze mid-scribble. “That’s... a heavy burden to carry. But you do. You’ve been doing it. Even if you don’t feel like you have the answers, you’re still there for them. Isn’t that enough?”

Adam leaned back, his head tilting to stare at the ceiling. “Maybe. Or maybe I’m just delaying the inevitable. They’re strong—too strong. One day, they won’t need me, and I’ll be left with... nothing again.” He chuckled, a dry, humorless sound. “You know, sometimes I think the universe keeps me alive just to watch me squirm. Every time I get close to peace, it throws another curveball. It’s like some divine comedy I wasn’t invited to laugh at.”

The air in the room grew thick with the weight of his words, a silence stretching between them—until the door burst open with a bang.

“Dad! DAD!” Abel stormed in, his gray eyes blazing with energy and his voice already at full volume. “Cain tried locking me in the box again! And Seth just—”

Before Abel could finish, a much smaller figure darted in behind him. “I didn’t do anything!” Seth squeaked, holding what looked suspiciously like a piece of foundation tech that absolutely shouldn’t be in a three-year-old’s hands.

Adam sighed, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them to look at Dr. Harlow. “And there it is, the curveball. Right on cue.”

“Dad, are you even listening?!” Abel shouted, stamping his foot like an indignant teenager.

Adam stood, towering over both his sons but somehow still radiating calm. “First of all, Abel, stop yelling. Second, Seth, what is that in your hands?”

Seth hid the gadget behind his back, looking up his dad weary. “..... nothing.”

“Seth...” Adam’s voice was low and tired, but Seth immediately handed over the device sheepish.

Dr. Harlow cleared her throat. “Perhaps we should continue this session another time?”

Adam glanced at her, one corner of his mouth tugging upward in a faint smirk. “Might be for the best. Parenting never clocks out, you know.” He turned back to his sons, herding them toward the door. “Come on, both of you. We’re going to have a long talk about boundaries and not bothering your old man during therapy.”

Abel huffed but followed, muttering under his breath. Seth, bless this little baby's heart and soul, walked along holding his father's hand a bit nervous.

As the door closed behind them, Dr. Harlow leaned back in her chair, exhaling slowly. “Parenting an immortal god-being and his chaos children... They didn’t cover this in school.”

[oplishin]

i will have to go back and watch more 2017-2018 shield stuff because i watched the 2018 elimination chamber yesterday, and, oh boy, roman looking suspicious of seth initially to seth asking him to team up with him against strowman at the end of the match, to seth immediately kicking him in the face, to roman working with him again later in the match like nothing happened (as if he wasn't surprised! but he forgave him anyway) fits all my goddamn agendas

[tobiasdrake]

Off to discover the secret behind the pattern breaker.

So. Crime scene #3. To summarize: Victim was killed by a blow to the back of the head. Only one doll found, with paintings nailed up to kinda-sorta imitate the style. There existed two copies of the key when there's always only one. Nothing is right and everything is wrong. In other words,

There's honestly no reason to assume that anyone we've questioned is the killer for a copycat crime. Because Amaterasu's covering these crimes up for the sake of concealing... something... that means that any number of corporate assassins or higher-ups we've never even heard of could have done this.

We're in the realm of assassination and espionage from the highest echelons of power. There is zero reason to assume that this is still as simple as "Oh, that guy who looked suspicious, he did it."

But since we have to choose from the established suspect list?

He did a shit job of trying to replicate a Nail Man crime scene, but he did remember to create a rope burn on the victim's neck. That detail was never released to the public, which means the only way to know about it would be to have visited the crime scenes.

Worshipper was first on the scene at every crime scene. So if we're assuming out-of-hand that Amaterasu has nothing to do with this, they have no involvement in these crimes whatsoever, it can only be one of the church crew for no apparent reason? Then he's the only known suspect that would have that knowledge.

His pattern of behavior was also different. He would typically contact the Peacekeepers on his way to the crime scene and have them accompany him, but at the art gallery, he grabbed some museum staff instead.

Though it still doesn't explain why Amaterasu would be invested in covering up these crimes, if Worshipper was trying to hide them from the Peacekeepers. That would suggest he's not working for them. So. Why the cover-up?

Well. I guess this is the solution. Mystery Labyrinth says all truths have been answered.

I'm glad it's not Halara; I do not want the enby to die first. Still don't understand how they managed to make a complete sketch of a room they'd never visited but I guess the explanation is "They're just that super-duper smart." We cool, Halara?

We cool.

But this still feels like there's so many things unanswered. Why is Amaterasu shielding the Nail Man? Why was the watchmaker out in the woods instead of the working on the clocktower like he was supposed to be? Who even is the fourth victim?

I also don't see how this is going to get us out of trouble with the Peacekeepers either. Or exonerate the watchmaker. Seems like this will make things worse, if anything.

O_O Okay apparently that's a thing Shinigami can do. She can puppet dead bodies around and make them confess to their crimes once she's killed them. That's horrifying. I'm horrified. Never do that again!

Shinigami! Immediately do that again!

Honestly, I don't even know what we're afraid of at this point. Halara hospitalized all of these jackasses before we went into the Mystery Labyrinth. They even kicked one of them off the dock and that guy hasn't resurfaced so I think he drowned? Halara has definitely killed at least one of these cops and the others sure don't seem to be waking up.

Seth's barking orders but he's got no fangs left to bite with. Halara can hang Seth off the scaffolding by his underwear while he kicks his legs and impotently cries that he will be respected goddammit and then we can hop in the sub and leave. Because it has vehicular capabilities and need not remain in one vulnerable spot forever.

[rhysdasiorarchive]

closed starter for @witchysethharper

“You really don’t have to be suspicious of his intentions.” Despite attempts to remain reassuring, Rhys winced at the hint of exhaustion in his tone. Inviting Seth for a talk had been a risky decision given Roland’s incredibly recent departure from his office only half an hour prior. He scanned his gaze over his desk as subtly as he could as he carried Seth’s tea over to ensure that nothing looked noticeably out of place and held the younger witch’s gaze as he came to a halt before him. “Roland’s just being… friendly. That’s all.” He’d heard from Roland that Seth hadn’t been the most trusting during their first exchange together and knew immediately that he’d have to be the one to try and smooth over any of Seth’s doubts. In a sense, it was touching to know that the younger witch was as determined as he was to ensure that nothing nefarious was occurring behind the scenes, but it was important to Rhys to at least establish some kind of civil bond between the two of them if things with Roland were going to continue to be as frequent as they were. It’d been a surprise to find that Belgium’s councilman wished to spend more time together following their spontaneous night together. At the time, Rhys had been grateful to have a distraction from the stress of the trials and constant uncertainty. To now find that such a decision had led to forming a bond of sorts was as dizzying to Rhys as it was oddly… comforting. “I wasn’t born yesterday, Seth. I know placing blind faith in others around here isn’t a wise decision, but trust me, he’s not what you seem to think he is.” Pausing for a second to let his words linger in the space between them, Rhys gave as encouraging a smile as he could manage. “I appreciate you looking out for me but I’m more than grown enough to be able to pass judgement on my own. I don’t need you scaring off any of the council on my behalf.”

[leporinesaber]

Getting my fix don't mind me. Seth/keru 16, ferrand/Paz 2, ferrand/masarec 23, ferrand/paz/masarec 25, paz/masarec 24, afzal/raf 14, isolde/Fenn 3

Seth/Keru - 16

“Dance with me?”

"You know I'm no good at that."

"Incorrect, I know that you are good at that, and that you're just shy."

Seth looks at him flatly, and Keru beams--he already knows he's won when Seth doesn't immediately say no.

"Just one."

"YES!"

Ferrand/Paz - 2

"...you're staring, Paz."

Pazkhal touches one hand to his chest with exaggerated astonishment. "Me? Staring at you? No..."

Ferrand rolls one of his shoulders and huffs a laugh, "Not fooling anyone, let alone me."

"I've just...I’ve never seen you smile like that.”

Ferrand is silent for a moment, most of his face in shadow. But the quiet little grin is still on his face when he turns back. "Get used to it."

Ferrand/Masarec - 23

Masarec curses colorfully as the careful draping they'd been toiling over for the past hour tumbles gracelessly to the floor. Of course, the knight commander chooses this exact moment to visit.

"Rough day?"

Masarec sniffs disdainfully in his general direction, bundling the silk in their arms, "None of your concern."

Ferrand leans in the doorway to their workshop, eyeing the sorry state of their progress. "Need a hand?"

“As if you would really do that for me.”

Ferrand steps wordlessly over discarded drafts to reach for the fallen dressform. Masarec stares at the strong line of his shoulders for only a moment longer than strictly necessary.

Ferrand/Paz/Masarec - 25

Masarec whips by Pazkhal's open study door in a harried swirl of bright red fabric and jingling beads, cackling.

Pazkhal shakes his head and dips his quill once more, just in time for Ferrand to rush by, looking stormy.

When he peers out into the hallway, Pazkhal can't help but double over in laughter. Masarec is attempting to use the hall's banner to scale up to a high window while Ferrand makes a grab for them.

“Why is he chasing you?”

Masarec grins--the cat who caught the canary--and proudly proclaims, "No reason!"

"They started something they won't finish," Ferrand huffs.

"He really does want to finish, if you catch my drift..."

Paz/Masarec - 24

There's the telltale gentle clink of jewelry as Masarec sidles up to him. They can be so charming when they want to be, Pazkhal thinks.

He does not relent, keeps his back straight and his gaze focused on his book for the time being. Barely a minute later, the fidgeting starts. Masarec shifts on the chaise. Pazkhal turns a page.

"I'm just saying. It'd be nice."

Paz hums noncommittally. Masarec huffs, then goes suspiciously quiet. With a shift of silk, they slide off of the chaise.

“Do I have to get on my hands and knees and beg?”

Pazkhal turns another page and deigns to look them over, wild curls spilling over one revealed shoulder. "It would not hurt your case."

Afzal/Raf - 14

“In case I do not come back, I want you to know something.”

Afzal immediately sets down his embroidery and comes to Rafaeyel's side, "Don't say things like that."

Rafaeyel's face pinches delicately, "I will not pretend there is not danger in any outing. You understand this well."

There's always this air of heaviness around him nowadays. Afzal would give almost anything to lift some of that weight from his shoulders.

"The book on the desk..."

Afzal leans into him, listening.

"Do not unmark my page. There would be sever consequences."

Afzal jostles him with snort, and the spark of mischief in Rafaeyel's eyes is a welcome sight.

Isolde/Fenn - 3

Fennimosa finds it harder to leave every time they do this, and Isolde does not make it any easier. She reaches for her in her sleep, unknowing, trusting, even as Fennimosa slips deftly out of her embrace and back into her clothes.

She's not as deft as she thought, clearly, when Isolde stirs awake behind her. "Sorry, darling. I meant to let you rest."

"You're leaving?" Isolde yawns, rolling over to look at her properly.

Fennimosa slides her knives back into place, hidden among her corset's boning, "Yes, darling. I can't stay the night this time."

“What do you mean, you can’t stay?”

She sighs and leans over to placate Isolde with a kiss, though when she goes to pull away, Isolde holds her there for a moment longer, one strong arm looped around her.

"Next time. Next time you'll stay."