#so obsessed with this game thAt i give up precious Possible Game Hours to draw the characters instead.

[your-fave-is-bi]

Spent the evening drawing some guys.

Uhh idk how to make readmores happen on mobile so you just get these thoughts like this:

1. Astarion chopping veggies bc my friend n I talked abt who does what during cooking at camp and we unanimously agreed he’d find chopping veggies soothing

2. Who else up pondering their orb? Been thinking abt Gale since i got Mystra’s Special Request for Gale yesterday

3. Trying so so so fuckinf hard to teach myself how Astarion’s face works. I am DETERMINED. To learn how to draw him. Sometimes you do that by drawing him oh so sleeby

4. Dahriel has probably often thought abt gently resting his head on Astarion’s curls bc they look so soft n floofy n nice…

[shannygoatgruff]

Only Fan(s) - A Thriller

Genre: Thriller

Pairing: Modern Ivar/OC

Warning: Language, sex, stalking, obsession, kidnapping, sexual assault

Rating: MA+18

Summary: Sometimes OnlyFans subscribers want a little more than internet pictures. Sometimes they want to be your ONLY fan…

Header by: @flowers-in-your-hayr

Thanks to @xbellaxcarolinax for being my beta.

Disclaimer: This story will deal with some topics that might be a little uncomfortable for some people. As always, I’ll try to tackle the hard stuff as tactfully as possible.

a/n: I wrote this months ago and let it sit on the shelf. I’m finally ready to dust it off and give it another go...so let’s see what it do...

Part iii - Trifecta

Torren Sykes hadn’t lived what anyone would consider an exciting life. In fact, in her twenty-three years, she had only just left her mom’s double-wide trailer in East Bumble Fuck less than a year ago. Not quite 365 days later, she still didn’t have a pot to piss in, nor a window to throw it out of.

Truthfully, she usually didn’t know where she would be getting her next meal - that sort of thing wasn’t really a big deal to her. She actually liked the mystery of it all. There was something undeniably sexy about not knowing what the day would bring - who she would run into, or have to take something off of to survive. If someone else had to get hurt so she could make it through another day, such was life. She’d won. Those other people just needed to be better at playing the fucking game, plain and simple. 

Besides, pulling a caper or two kept her on her toes. She learned how to pull off the best of them from her mother. It’s not like adulting was one of Leslie’s strong suits. 

If only her mother had been more like her Me-Maw, now that woman was a saint. For reasons that Torren never cared to ask, she lived with her Me-Maw until she was five years old.  Leslie would periodically visit her to drop off the obligatory present on Christmas or her birthday if that bitch remembered. Not that they were ever good presents – just some cheap ass, unwrapped items she happened to pick up at the dollar store. Torren couldn't remember a gift that she had received wasn't still in the plastic bag with the receipt in it.

Cheap, whore.

Just once she would have liked a real baby doll from Toys-R-Us, instead of those cheap, hard, plastic dolls that the hand molds weren't cut out evenly, and the jagged edges cut the shit out of her face when she tried to sleep with it. But, that was Leslie. Torren didn't choose her; Leslie sure as shit didn't choose her daughter.

It became painfully clear to Torren that her mother didn’t want anything to do with her after her Me-Maw died. Unfortunately, she found herself as her mother’s unwitting roommate at a very young age, forcing the girl to spend a lot of time alone. 

By the time she turned nine, Torren was convinced that her mother was a prostitute and she was a trick baby. It was the only explanation she could come up with seeing as how her mother never worked but always had enough money to pay the rent, keep the lights on, and have plenty of booze, chips, and hot dogs in the fridge. 

Not that Torren had many other life experiences with a working parent to compare her situation to, but it just seemed pretty fucking difficult to have a job if one were passed out drunk all the fucking time. Besides, who had time to work when during your waking hours you were spending them with one of your many, many boyfriends? 

Torren used to wonder if one of the multitudes of men that would traipse in and out of that trailer were her father - but the more she got to know what type of person Leslie was, the more she realized that whoever that guy was, had gotten the hell out of dodge. 

Lucky son-of-a-bitch. 

But for all of Leslie’s flaws, she did manage to impart her three philosophies of life onto her daughter - the three things that Torren still lived by to this day. It was the least she could do. God knows that whore sure as fuck didn’t do anything else for her.

Mama’s Life Lessons #1 - There is no such thing as too much black eyeliner

As trivial as it sounded, it proved to be a precious lesson. Shortly after she had moved into the trailer, Leslie had forced Torren to sit on the bed and watch as she got ready for another one of her "dates". She had told the little girl that beautiful eyes were the one good gene that ran in their family. “You got to learn how to work ‘em,” Leslie exhaled a long plume of smoke at her reflection in the vanity mirror, “You listenin'? This's important. This right here," she held up the black liner pencil, “is gonna be your best friend.”

Of course, Torren had no idea what she meant. How was a pencil going to her friend? She didn’t really care so much as what her mother was saying to her at the moment, it was more of the fact that she was actually talking to her that made Torren hang on to every word. 

That’s why she picked up the black liner pencil from her mother's cluttered vanity table and leaned over to look in the mirror. She tried tracing her bottom lid, the way her mother had done, but at six it was a little easier said than done. She had just learned how to color inside the lines with a fat crayon; mastering the art of applying liner would have to wait a few more years. 

Leslie, however, was not willing to wait that long, "What the hell's amatta wit'chu, Dumbass? You doin' it all wrong," she said snatching the pencil from the girl's hand. Grabbing Torren roughly by the chin she said, "Gotta teach you every goddamn thing. Hold still." She mumbled more curses and said something about her good-for-nothing mother not teaching her brat anything useful.

By the time she had finished cursing her name, Leslie roughly turned her daughter's head toward the mirror, "Yeah you got those eyes. Now, learn to use ‘em.” Leslie dropped the pencil onto the vanity before picking up her drink and shooing Torren away. 

That was the day that Drew Watkins bought her an ice cream. It had to be the eyeliner. It was a true fact, not just another one of her mother's drunken theories. Eyeliner and her eyes...she didn’t know how she used them, but they worked.

From that day on Torren opted to never step foot outside without heavy black liner again. 

Mama’s Life Lessons #2 - As long as there are men around that want to fuck you, you will never need to work

It wasn’t like she going to go out and get a real job. She wasn’t raised with much of a work ethic. She was too young to remember if her Me-Maw worked and what she gathered from her mother was that there would always be men around to take care of her. 

Leslie told her that she didn’t need to work because working a man was a full-time job. If she were doing that right, she wouldn’t have time for a fucking 9-5. It didn’t matter if he was in a relationship, gay, or the fucking Pope. As long as he a dick and she could bend over, and her eyes were done, her rent was as good as paid. 

If she wanted more than just the basic bills paid, she would have to rethink what all she was willing to do - but just make sure she didn’t do too much otherwise she couldn’t guarantee a steady paycheck every week.

This sage advice didn’t make much sense to 8-year-old Torren, but as the years progressed she started to work it into one of her life’s mottos. She would never want for anything. She could always rely on the kindness of strangers and when that got to be too boring, she could always take it, just to spice things up a bit.  

Mama’s Life Lessons #3 - If you want something do whatever it takes to make sure you get it

As a child that grew up with the television as a babysitter, Torren Sykes knew that she was destined to love Ivar “Lothbrok” Ragnarsson since she was a little girl. Ever since that day she turned on the TV and saw this adorable blue-eyed boy drawing Mickey Mouse ears saying, “I’m Ivar Lothbrok and you’re watching the Disney Channel,” she knew that he had to be hers. 

He was co-starring on a show called The Baker Boys, about three foster kids, who had come to live with a family that owned a bakery. Ivar’s character was named Simon Baker - a mischievous kid that lived with his grandmother until she died and never felt like he fit in with this cookie-cutter family. 

His life was just like hers - minus the cookie-cutter family that loved him and all. She was actually with more of an alcoholic whore that didn’t give a shit if she lived or died, and not pulling stunts in a bakery with flour and messing up orders like him, but she still saw them as kindred spirits. 

When the show got canceled she was devastated. How dare the world try to keep her from her man? Didn’t they understand this was love? Didn’t those people at Disneyland know that he was the only person in the world that understood her?

As if on queue, she happened to find the Season 2 DVD box-set at the library one afternoon. Her mother had kicked her out of the trailer because she had a date and couldn’t have the dumbass child around fucking things up for her. Torren had nothing else to do - at 11-years-old, she had no money, and nowhere to go. At least the library was air-conditioned. 

She wanted that box-set. Slipping it into her backpack unnoticed was the easy part. Trying to get it past the alarms would be harder. She watched for a while, paying particular attention to the way the check-out system worked. 

When the librarians changed shifts, she let a smile cross her lips as she picked a few random books from the shelves. 

Her beautiful eyes went as big as saucers when the alarm buzzed, and the young male librarian looked down at her, still clutching the large reference book to her check. Carefully she had stepped across to the other side of the alarm sensor waiting to collect the books she was checking out.

“I’m sorry, you can’t check out reference books,” the young man said, blinking his hazel eyes at Torren, the corner of his lip tugging into a smile.

She let a pout fall on her lips as she lowered her large eyes down to the book in her arms, “Oh...sorry.” She handed the book back, “I didn’t realize I still had it.” And like that, she walked out of the library with her prize.

She had stolen for Ivar...now if that wasn’t love what was?

The only thing that had threatened their love through the years is when Ivar got married. It damn near broke Torren’s heart. How could he be so cruel? She didn’t give a fuck that the marriage was short-lived. She even understood why he had to do it. He had gotten that bitch pregnant, and he didn’t have much choice. But, he cut her deep. 

Didn’t he know how much she loved him? Didn’t he know that she stuck by him when he had joined 6cess and had seen him in concert 3 times? She still had the autographed photo of the two of them from the signing at Spring Hills Mall - when she was wearing that blue midriff cardigan and ripped jeans and he had his arm around her. That shirt brought out the color in his eyes. She even wore Happy, which he said was his favorite perfume. She thought it smelled like Comet, but she stole a bottle of it from Macy’s right before the photo-op to smell good for him. 

And he went and pulled this shit?

Besides, Johnny Law said that she was still too young for him and that he could get arrested for being with her. She knew that he had to pretend to have a normal life so that no one would know about their love affair. She was just understanding like that. It gave her time to grow up a little more so that when they could he be together, the law wouldn't be standing in their way. She really didn't give a fuck, but she suspected he did. Why else hadn't he come for her?

Torren didn’t even like their music. She wasn’t a boyband kind of girl, but for him, she would make the exception. She was more of the gangsta rap or heavy metal type girl. But if Ivar was serenading her, she’d listen to sappy, wrist-slitting, emo, shit rock all fucking day long, because she loved him. 

She hated that he had gotten that whore pregnant, too. She understood that he had to pretend that they had a normal marriage. She knew that when he was fucking that bitch, he was really imagining it was her. The years apart had made him a master at hiding his true feelings for her. He couldn't give anyone cause for suspicion. If he let on the truth he could risk losing everything…his house, cars, job, and his kid. That whore was trying to keep them apart. But, she was just a small obstacle that posed no real threat to Torren.

She did not doubt that she would be his daughter's new mommy. The kid would probably be sad at first that she wouldn't be with that other woman like Torren had been when her grandmother died. But, the kid would get used to it. Torren was going to be a whole hell of a lot better at being a mom than her piece of shit mother was to her. That was for damn sure. She was going to teach her stepdaughter all about eyeliner, and how to dye her hair. 

She was going to teach her what party clothes every woman should have in her wardrobe and how to get a man to do whatever she wanted by just batting her eyes at him. She would even share her secrets on what pills to mix and what dosages to give for submission, making a man catatonic, and if she was really good, she'd teach what to put in a drink to kill someone. Hell, she even planned on giving the child her most discrete drug contacts. That would of course have to wait until she was older – at least 13. She was going to be such a good mommy. 

Ivar's daughter was going to love Torren as much as Torren loved him. They were going to be the perfect family.

Torren was as hopelessly devoted to Ivar as he was to her. He had waited for her to become legal. Just months before she was old enough to legally consent to sex, and get married without parental permission, his marriage started falling apart. She knew that Ivar was trying to make a clean break from his wife, and get his daughter used to the idea of them being apart before he could come home to her. 

Torren had been thoughtful and respectful enough to give him that space to make sure everything was right before she stepped into the role of the new Mrs. Lothbrok. He had to test the waters, make sure that she still wanted him as much as he wanted her. He had to get back into the swing of things…have sex constantly to make sure he could keep up with her. She knew that "the prude" wasn't doing it nearly as often as he needed to - why else would he have an Only Fans page?

Torren was the only one that could feed his appetite, and he hers.

Now, they were both finally ready. She was mature and developed. She knew what she needed, and it was him. He had his fun before her, but now he was auditioning again and getting everything back on track for them. He had a great relationship with his daughter and his dumb ass ex-wife finally understood that their relationship was a fling that went too far.

His face told her everything that her heart already knew. He loved her. 

Why else would be looking at her like that? She could feel herself blush when he smiled on Instagram like that into them. Then he gave her that smile. That was her smile; the one that he reserved for her during their private times. Yet, there he was doing it in front of an audience of millions, and he didn't care who saw it. He had to let her know that it was time for her to come home. It was like a sleeper cell being awakened.

She didn't have a choice. She did what any other woman in her position would do. She packed a bag, threw it in the car she stole a few days before and drove. Armed with her trifecta of knowledge and determination, she prepared to face the obstacles that were bound to get in her way. There was nothing that was going to stop her from getting her man.

Nothing.

Part ii || Part iv

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[cloudphillips]

I Just Died In Your Arms Tonight

Summary: Of all people, Joohyun was the last person Seungwan expected to betray her.

Seungwan was sitting on the backseat of the car, mildly shivering from the cold and casually staring out the window as the world passed like a blur.

 It was a stormy night. The moon was barely visible under the dark clouds that loomed over the heavens, even the stars have disappeared. Droplets landed on the earth like miniature bombs and drenched everything in its path. Seungwan sighed. Looks like it won't stop raining anytime soon.

 Her gaze drifted towards her members, each of them preoccupied with something to ease the boredom. Seulgi was kind enough to drive for them. Her fingers tapping rhythmically against the steering wheel in time with the melodramatic music blasting through the speakers that Joy was listening to. Yeri was passively scrolling through her social media & occasionally giving directions to Seulgi by consulting the GPS in her phone. Meanwhile, Joohyun was beside her, arms tightly curled around Seungwan's waist while resting her head on her shoulders as she slept peacefully despite the storm. The older girl complained about the cold earlier but she was starting to think otherwise. Judging by how she was hogging Seungwan like a blanket proved how Joohyun was just finding excuses to cuddle with her.

 Her girlfriend has been acting weird lately.

 Sure, she had always been weird. With her obsession of fabric conditioner and doing household chores, Joohyun couldn't be anymore bizarre, but this was a different kind of weird. A good kind of weird.

 Ever since that unfortunate SBS incident where Seungwan fell off the stage during rehearsals, her girlfriend got a little more clingy, always keeping her close and touching her at every given opportunity. It's like she couldn't keep her hands to herself. Seungwan wasn't complaining of course, especially when she finally discovered the reason why.

 ~~~

 "What's with this?" The blonde broached the topic to Joohyun one day. She was reading a book when her attention-seeker of a girlfriend decided that it was the perfect time to invade her space and sit on her lap.

 "What's what?" Joohyun asked.

 "This sudden clinginess?" Seungwan gestured at how Joohyun was wrapped around her like a koala and pointed out how the older girl preoccupied herself by breathing her in, like she couldn't get enough of Seungwan's scent. It was cute really, but the vocalist was slightly perturbed at the fact that someone was sniffing her neck, even if it was her girlfriend.

 "But I'm always clingy?" Joohyun was confused. She only ever showed this side of her girlfriend. Sure, her members get glimpses of it once in a while but Seungwan was always, ALWAYS, the recipient of her hugs and kisses.

 "Not like this. You weren't this touchy before the incident." Seungwan brushed away the stray locks of hair to properly gaze into Joohyun's eyes. "What's wrong babe? You can tell me."

 Joohyun pursed her lip and looked away. How can she keep hiding the truth, how she felt the overwhelming need to always touch Seungwan. After much contemplation, the older girl decided to reveal her secret.

 "It's for my reassurance, I guess." Joohyun shrugged, acting as if she didn't just admit an earth-shattering revelation that could probably change the world. It's quite dramatic, she knows, but when it comes to Seungwan, the older girl was never one to take things lightly. "Some comfort for me to know that you're still there."

 Joohyun casually played with blonde locks, fingers drawing lazy circles on Seungwan's nape, a gesture so small but a significant impact to her. "When that incident happened during the SBS rehearsals, I watched you get taken to the hospital. I didn't know what to do." She frowned, as if the memory stirred unpleasant feelings that she fought hard to keep buried. "You took so long recovering from that emergency operation. It felt like you were slowly slipping away from me and I had no idea how make you stay."

 Seungwan had no idea that the older girl felt this way, that she carried this burden all alone by herself without anyone knowing. "Hyun, I didn't know."

 "Of course you don't. I never planned on sharing it to you. Not yet anyway since it's quite unpleasant for me" Joohyun took a deep breath to steady herself despite her voice trembling when she said. "I haven't been the same ever since, knowing that you could disappear in just a flash. Maybe that's why I always find myself touching you, to reassure myself that you're here with me."

 "That you'll never go away."

 She held onto Seungwan, hands clutching her shirt as her grip tightened, and pressed their foreheads together. "So promise me something Wan."

 "Anything Hyun." Seungwan whispered against her lips.

 "Don't go anywhere where I can't follow."

 ~~~

 "You okay back there unnie?" Sooyoung spoke from the front seat, eyes sparkling with mischief when she noticed Joohyun draped over Seungwan like a Boa constrictor. "Should we just drive by a motel instead and get the both of you a room?"

 Wendy was unable to hide her blush. "Shut up."

 "It's like she has this overwhelming need to touch you always." Yerim commented offhandedly beside the sleeping girl. To prove her point, Joohyun tightened her hold around the blonde, if that was even possible, and sighed contentedly. It looked like she was having a nice dream. "You were gone for 8 months. Not a motherfucking century!"

 "Language Yerm." Seulgi, ever the loyal best friend that she was, came to the rescue. She gazed at the driving mirror and flashed Seungwan a smile. "Besides, Joohyunnie haven't had a proper rest ever since that incident." She spoke the last word in a hushed whisper, like it was a forbidden sin to even talk about the reason why Red Velvet's leader developed insomnia in the past 8 months was because of the sudden disappearance of their main vocalist. "Even during the subunit preparation, she's always worrying about Wannie."

 "True that. I've lost count of the times she bombarded me with texts asking about how you were and if you were eating well whenever I visited you in the hospital." Yerim rolled her eyes at the absurdity of it all. Her phone's memory was greatly depleted just because of Joohyun's messages alone. It's ridiculous. "It's like I've been thrusted into this annoying task of babysitting you."

 "You have her wrapped around your fingers Seungwan-unnie." Sooyoung had this shit eating grin plastered on her face and the blonde couldn't help but be wary. The tall vixen only ever acted like this whenever she was planning world domination or just literally making everyone's lives miserable. "It's about time you conquered her uncharted lands, if you know what I mean." Her brows wiggled suggestively and for such an innocent-looking person, Sooyoung possessed such a crass mouth.

 "You're disgusting." Wendy frowned because there's no way in hell she'd conquer Joohyun's uncharted lands. Well, if her girlfriend wants to, but not right now. She needs to get her consent first because Seungwan was a gentleman-- err, woman-- like that. She decided to change the topic before Yerim could join in and turn this into a raunchy NSFW conversation. "Anyways, why are we doing this anyway. Whose brilliant idea was this to announce a game night while a full-blown storm was raging outside?"

 "It was mine actually." Seulgi had the decency to look sheepish when she pouted adorably and caused Seungwan to melt at the sight. "I just thought that we need a break after everything that's happened lately. It's a good bonding moment too."

 It's quite a miracle that SM gave them a day off and allowed them to go gallivanting on their own without the nosy staff sniffing into their business. The once strict company was now being lenient towards their idols. It was quite unbelievable. Maybe the new management were making some changes.

 "But Laser Tag? Seriously?" Seungwan scoffed in disbelief. They could've went to the salon since she still needed to dye her hair. She quite liked being blonde but the company wanted her back as a brunette. She had no choice, really.

 "How dare you speak blasphemy! I happen to like Laser Tag!" Sooyoung was quick to object.

 "Yeah, but you suck at it." Yerim shot her down.

 "You bitc--"

 Before Sooyoung could launch an all out war against the maknae, Joohyun slowly stirred awake. She rubbed her eyes to chase the drowsiness away and gave Seungwan such a breathtaking smile that the blonde thought about dying right there and then. "Hey."

 "Hey." Seungwan had this stupid smile on her face as she tucked a strand of raven hair behind her girlfriend's ear. "Sorry, did we wake you?"

 "No. It's okay." Joohyun yawned adorably and snuggled closer in her arms. "I had such a pleasant dream thanks to you."

 Seungwan didn't care if she was blushing like a tomato right now. She stopped caring a long time ago because of Joohyun.

 But of course, her members decided that it was the perfect time to ruin this precious moment.

 "Really? In front of my salad?!" Sooyoung groaned in annoyance even when it was obviously clear that she wasn't eating a salad. Heck, she wasn't even eating anything. She was only doing this to spite Seungwan.

 "Get a room!" Yerim hid her disgust behind an obnoxious cough. "It's reeking estrogen in here!"

 Joohyun ignored their jabs expertly and addressed Seulgi. "Are we there yet?"

 "Nope." Seulgi consulted the GPS and squinted because due to the poor lighting, her ability to read has greatly diminished. "It says here that we're about 2 hours away from the nearest arcade."

 "Oh good. At least I can use the time to spend it with Seungwan." The older girl nodded her head in resolution before resting her head on Seungwan's shoulders and intertwining their fingers together.

 That act didn't go unnoticed by the devil duo and judging by the smirks on their faces, Seungwan knew that it was gonna be a long ride. There was a brief moment of peace before Sooyoung dropped the bomb.

 "So Joohyunnie, have you conquered Seungwan's uncharted lands yet?"

 ***

 When they arrived at the arcade, Sooyoung wasted no time dividing them into two groups and barking orders at everyone. Laser Tag was quite expensive but Sooyoung had no qualms about swiping her black Amex card on the cash register like hot knife on butter as if paying for a ridiculously pricey game was another everyday occurrence.

 It was a war between two nations as Seungwan got paired with Seulgi and Yerim and even before the game started, the instructor assisted them in fastening the protective gear and equipment, she already knew that they were fated to lose. Why? Because the arrogant smirk donned by Sooyoung and the fire burning in Joohyun's eyes was enough indication that they were going to get obliterated.

 "Cheer up unnie!" Yerim must've noticed her trepidation because she sidled up next to the blonde and spoke words of encouragement. "It's not like Sooyoung is an expert in this game."

 "It's not Sooyoung I'm worried about." Seungwan adjusted the straps of her helmet and sighed. Is it too late to back out now?

 "Oh, you mean Joohyun-unnie. Don't worry Wan. I'm pretty sure she'll go easy on you." Seugli, ever innocent, trusting and naive Seulgi, meant well but she doesn't know what she's talking about.

 "You're clearly underestimating Joohyun's tendency to become competitive."

 And when the lights went out, they jumped into action. The whole place was like a maze and Seungwan had a hard time navigating through the dark. How could she when she spent the whole time bumping into walls and trying not to die. Plus, the flashing neon lights were giving her quite the vertigo.

 At one point, she took a rest to recover some of her energy but after hearing Seulgi's surprised shriek followed by Sooyoung's maniacal laugh echo through the air, she realized that they lost one teammate. No! Seulgi had been brutally murdered! This cannot be happening!

 "Help!" Yerim screamed before a series of gunshots were fired.

 Fuck! Fuck!! Fuck!!!

 "Hold on Yerim I'm coming!" Seungwan sprung into action and ran until her lungs burned. Adrenaline was the only thing keeping her sane now. She needed to save her teammate and not let Seulgi's sacrifice go in vain.

 Seriously, she should NOT be doing anything even remotely dangerous. Heck, she shouldn't be doing anything in the first place! Her physical therapist advised her to take it easy on her daily activities, lest she injured herself once again, yet here she was, playing some stupid Laser Tag just because she couldn't say no to her friends.

 Seungwan stumbled on a wide clearing devoid of peiple and the alarms blared in her head, screaming at her that this was an ambush and she should just motherfucking get out of here. She noticed a stack of wooden crates and decided to hide behind them but before she could move, something cold pressed against her back and heard a sultry whisper.

 "Don't even think about it."

 It was Joohyun and despite the sweat cascading down her forehead and being completely in disarray, she still managed to look beautiful. Seungwan swallowed the lump in her throat before slowly turning to face her girlfriend.

 "Hey babe." The blonde smiled nervously because holy fuck! Sweaty Joohyun was causing unimaginable things to her already weak heart. "Fancy seeing you here."

 "Stop talking." Joohyun growled as she pressed the tip of the gun towards the blonde's chest. If the vocalist wasn't intimidated before then she surely was now. The older girl took a step and didn't stop until Seungwan's back hit the wall. Her gaze was sharp, critical, like a predator prowling its prey, as if she was contemplating to how to properly assassinate her girlfriend without spilling too much blood.

 Seungwan couldn't run.

 There was no escape.

 Nowhere to hide.

 Of all people, Joohyun was the last person she expected to betray her.

 Her girlfriend was trying to kill her.

 Fuck! She didn't expect to be defeated this early. She vowed to save Yerim and avenge Seulgi but it can't be helped. What her girlfriend wants, she gets. At the end of the day, the blonde was merely a pawn to the grand scheme of things.

 If Joohyun was Death then Seungwan would gladly lay down her life if it meant dying in her arms.

 "Look, just make it quick and---"

 Seungwan gasped when Joohyun roughly grabbed her by the collar and pulled her in for a kiss. There was something differnet about this kiss compared to all the other kisses they shared. It contained part of worship and part aggression. Like Joohyun was reclaiming something that was hers. Like she was engraving every bit of her essence over Seungwan.

 Suddenly, everything else faded away. It was just her and Joohyun. Never mind that the older girl was suddenly kissing her with such intensity that left her breathless.

 Never mind that her girlfriend was devouring her as if she had long been suffering starvation.

 Never mind that despite the ongoing war between two nations, Joohyun was holding her as if nothing else mattered.

 When her girlfriend pulled away and abruptly ended the kiss, Seungwan felt dazed. She was so sure her lips were bruised. "You have no idea how long I've waited to do that." Joohyun sounded breathless, winded, as if kissing Seungwan was a taxing exercise. Their foreheads touched and Joohyun preoccupied herself by playing with the hem of Seungwan's shirt. Her fingers accidentally brushing against warm skin and she bit her lip to keep a smile from bursting when she heard the blonde inhale sharply. "I've missed you."

 "I've missed you too." Was all Seungwan could manage because Joohyun's fingers proved to be quite distracting.

 And in the darkness, they held each other. They found solace in each other's arms despite the chaos.

 Laser Tag be damned! Seungwan would give everything just to make this moment last a little longer.

 "I'm sorry about this though." Joohyun stated cryptically and when Seungwan was about to ask for a clarification, she felt the vibration hit her chest when the trigger was pulled.

 Seungwan got killed.

 She was murdered by her very own girlfriend.

 Tag.

 You're out.

 "What?"

 Joohyun merely smirked and whispered softly into her ear. "I won."

 "But that's hardly fair." Seungwan whined. She knew that she was acting like a baby right now but heck, she expected Joohyun to give her some leeway, to let her win just this once. She was her girlfriend after all.

 The lights went back on as the champions were announced. Joohyun had a proud smile on her face when she said. "What? Just because I love you doesn't mean I'll go easy on you."

 "But--" The blonde tried to protest but all thoughts left her mind when Joohyun closed the distance between them and kissed her again. She was soft and gentle, completely different from the previous one. Like she was taking all the time in the world familiarizing herself with Seungwan.

 "Hush now Wan." Joohyun briefly paused the kiss to whisper against her lips, eyes momentarily fluttering just so Seungwan could see the galaxies in them. "Being a sore loser isn't so bad."

 And maybe Joohyun was right.

 There was no shame in losing.

 For Seungwan just died in her arms tonight.

[errantknightess]

Writer ask meme

Tagged by @kitty-bandit, @silentium-nightshade and @faeriexqueen - thanks a lot :D Answers under the cut because it’s long and who has the time for that.

1. Explain your AO3 handle.

It's just a variant of the screen name I came up back when I was fourteen and obsessed with Middle Ages. It's pretty dumb, but I got used to it and kinda like the shape of those lowercase letters.

2. Favorite fanfiction trope?

Mutual pining. Give me all the sad idiots that don't realize how much they mean to the love of their life! Give me their awkward fumbling as they fail to express their feelings and stay convinced the other could never possibly reciprocate! Give me the stolen touches and fleeting glances and weak excuses to be as close to each other as they dare!

3. Favorite place to write?

My room, door closed, absolute silence everywhere, or at the very least earplugs/some white noise in my headphones.

4. Favorite ships in your current fandom?

In DGM it's laven, always and forever, my precious lost dorks ♥ And as you can notice, I've also fallen into FFXV and promptis hell recently. Here's your fair warning that I'll be writing quite a bit of it in the future.

5. What are your steps to get into the Writing Mood™?

Basically just daydreaming the scenes I need to write next. When I can see them in my mind clearly enough, I'm ready to write -- otherwise I fumble a lot and they don't come out feeling very natural.

6. What program/app do you use to write?

I draft things out in Notepad and clean the finished thing in Word. I find that Notepad is less intimidating in a way -- I can just drop loose messy notes in it and not worry about things being perfect, while Word and other “proper” programs pressure me to Get It Right on the first try. Recently I've also started turning my laptop off and jotting my notes down by hand instead, and that helps a lot in keeping away all the internet distractions! (I do transfer those notes to Notepad later, though -- actual writing is way quicker on the keyboard, and as a non-native speaker I need my dictionaries and Google).

7. List your zodiac sign, favorite ice cream flavor, Hogwarts House, and your opinion on pineapple pizza.

Cancer, mint with chocolate chips, Slytherin, and sure I'll eat that

8. Link us a fanfic that made you cry.

Two of Cups by @kitty-bandit makes me cry every time I read it. It's so full of raw love and passion, and has such a wonderful, intimate atmosphere. It makes me very emotional.

9. Link us a fanfic that made you laugh.

Tumbling down the ffxv hole, I've discovered that I love Ignis/Gladio written as comedy. Marry in Haste, Regen at Leisure by fictionfinding is a gem, those fast-paced, quippy dialogues had me howling.

10. Link us a fanfic that left you in complete awe at the writer’s ability.

I'm always completely in awe of @kitty-bandit‘s ability to plot out long, complex stories, fill them with action and tension, and see them through till the end. Her Lost Time is probably where it hit me the most. I'm seriously amazed at how she comes up with all her ideas and puts them together so they fit perfectly like puzzle pieces. I also just have to mention Warmth by @carolyncaves as it had literally reduced me to stumbling in a stunned daze for a few days. I fell in love with the narration there, with those vivid descriptions and the striking way of building the scenes so they grip you tight with suspense.

11. List your kinks.

I don't really read porn and I'm extremely vanilla, but I always appreciate heavy makeouts/clothed sex, some non-con with a heavy focus on hurt/comfort later, and certain very specific aspects of the Fuck or Die trope.

12. How do you come up with your ideas?

I don't really come up with ideas as much as they come to me; I tend to write things I want to read myself. Sometimes I draw inspiration from life (one of my current WIPs is based on a really terrible attempt at an omelette I made recently...), other times they develop from random headcanons as I try to flesh out my desperately lacking characterization and get into the characters' heads better.

13. How do you implement said ideas into a cohesive narrative?

I write mostly short stuff, so there's not really a lot of work for me to do in terms of plotting. If I feel the need to see a particular scene, I just put it down and try to build some more context around it until it can pass for a drabble/fic -- so I think back on all the "why"s, figure out how that situation could come to be and where it leads to based on the characters' reactions and dialogue.

14. What are your working on right now? Share a little snippet or a description.

I'm working on a bunch of stuff, jumping form one thing to another, so... have this tiny bit of a very random promptis drabble? (I'm sorry, I promise y'all some laven for Christmas, but for now I'm just. In the mood for this ;;;;;;;;;)

When he needed to, Noctis could be an incredibly patient man.

He had withstood the trials of adolescence that came with being royalty in a public high school. His scarce public appearances were a constant display of diplomacy and self-control as he deflected obnoxious, invasive questions from the press. He managed not to nap in most of the bi-weekly council meetings. And of course, when all of that was done, he could spend hours on end sitting still and silent on a pier with a fishing rod in hand.

All of that patience, however, evaporated like a daemon on a summer morning some time around his third game over in a row.

"Damn it," he groaned, slamming the control panel with his fist. Prompto flinched, but the dull clang of metal drowned in the noise around them. The arcade was busy enough that no one paid any mind to their crown prince assaulting the machines -- even though Noct did his best to make sure Prompto could hear his discontent over the crowd.

"Did you see that?" He waved his hand at the screen, where his avatar was still blinking red in a cloud of pixellated explosion. "I totally had it! This is cheating!"

"You think it's rigged?" Prompto poked the machine with the tip of his boot. If it was, he couldn't see any signs of tampering, other than the peeling stickers and a few choice words of graffiti on the side.

[hoodiehan]

Lazy Days - Kim Seungmin Imagine

Synopsis: On Seungmin's day off, all he wants to do is laze around with you and doing absolutely nothing.

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: SeungminxReader

Word Count: 1595

A/N: I didn't edit this at all so I apologize for any grammar and spelling mistakes. I'll edit eventually but I just ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Seungmin had woken up that morning with the sun shining in his eyes. He was about to groan and roll over when he felt something under his arm shifting slightly. Thinking that it was Jisung, Seungmin didn't think much about it until he heard a light, feminine sounding sigh come from the body next to him. Peeping his eye open, Seungmin saw you laying underneath him, dreaming away. He smiled thinking about last night's events; Seungmin had taken you out to dinner then too an arcade where you both spent the rest of your money challenging each other to car racing games, skee ball and what not.

Seungmin gazed down at you as you remained snuggled underneath his arm. Even in your sleep, you were still the cutest thing ever, in Seungmin's eyes. He  sighed contentedly as he begin to slowly play with your hair and caress your face. When Seungmin became bored of being the only one awake, he began to poke your face. He repeatedly poked your cheek, specifically the place where your dimple was located whenever you smiled. Slowly but surely, your eyes slowly opened and found their way to Seungmin's face.

"Good morning!" Seungmin exclaimed, smiling widely.

You smiled back at him before closing your eyes and stretching while letting out a soft, "Good morning," as a reply back.

"It's Saturdaaay," Seungmin sang pulling you closer into his body, closing whatever minimal space was left between the two of you.

"Mmm, yes it is," You hummed hugging Seungmin's as you rested your head against his chest.

"What do you want to do today?" He asked taking your hand into his and twiddling with your fingers.

"Nothing," you replied looking back up at him.

"Nothing?" He questioned returning your gaze and looking back down at you.

"Yes. I'm feeling quite lazy today," you said placing your head back against his chest again. Seungmin's body vibrated with laughter and he chuckled at your response.

"I suppose we can have a lazy day. There's nothing to do today anyways." It took a while for the two of you to get out of bed, but when you finally did, it took you even longer to finally make it out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. After eating breakfast, the two of you settled on watching movies and lounging around on the couch as you simply enjoyed each other's company. It was later in the day when Seungmin had left you alone at the dorms so that he could run to the nearest market to get some food for the both of you. The minute Seungmin stepped back into the house and smelled the nail of nail polishes, he knew that he was in for it.

You were sitting on the floor with a bunch of nail polishes dispersed around you in a circle; you sitting in the middle of it as you pondered hard about which color to choose. Seungmin questioned whether he should pretend that he had never actually returned, but by the time he made up his mind to turn around and leave, you had already saw him.

"Seungmin!" You called out, a wide smile on your face and a playful glint in your eye.

"I'm back," he sighed. He already knew what you were going to ask. You had developed an obsession with nail art lately, and you were always trying to paint Seungmin's nails.

"Yes! You are back! Do you mind if I-" you began to start your plea, before Seungmin cut you off.

"No. Please, no. Don't you remember what happened last time?" Seungmin asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

"What happened last time?" You asked, already having forgotten the events that had apparently occurred the last time you had painted on him.

"You painted my nails, and didn't wipe it off. Felix wouldn't let me live after he saw them!" At first, Seungmin was okay with the idea of you painting on him as he thought it was cute whenever you tried hard to make everything look pretty. But one day, you had purposely left his fingers drawn with the nail polishes. The members of Stray Kids saw his nails at practice the next day, and they would not let him live down the fact that he had a blue turtle painted on his pinkie finger. Felix had even gone so far to draw a blue turtle on post it notes and stick it onto Seungmin's bed post for nine days straight.

"Seungmiiiin," you whined from your place on the living room floor. "Please?" You asked letting out a small pout when he shook his head.

"No, Y/n," he replied crossing his arms disapprovingly.

"But it would look so good on you, I promise! Plus, I'm doing your fans a service, think of how happy all the fans will be when they see!" You exclaimed attempting to persuade him.

"No, Y/n. You are not painting my nails," Seungmin said. "You have terrible artistry skills, and I don't want you to end up painting my knuckle instead of my nail just because you have a terrible sense of how to use a brush." You pouted even more, your eyes widening and lips pursed outwards. "But... I've gotten better. I swear I have."

Seungmin sighed and uncrossed his arms. "Have you really?" He asked, his voice uncertain. You immediately straightened up your body, already prepared to take out your nail polishes.

"Yes! I have! I'm 100% better than last time, I've been practicing!"

Seungmin paused before giving up. "Fine you can paint my nails. But you're washing it off, right away!" He said pointing a finger at you. You grinned widely at him as he set down the groceries in the kitchen, then made his way over to you and sat down in front of all the nail polishes.

"What color do you want?"

And so it began. The next 2 hours were spent with you hunched over, attempting to paint the prettiest flower on Seungmin's middle finger while Seungmin sat back and watched you as you tried to paint the flower petals. When you had finished, the flower was no where near pretty. Yet Seungmin constantly reassured you that it appeared so life like, and he repeatedly said that he was in awe of how great of a job you did. The both of you knew that it wasn't beautiful in any way possible, but you still appreciated the fact that Seungmin praised anything you did.

The two of you ended your day baking cookies, since Seungmin had accidentally bought box cookie mix instead of a box of pasta. How he managed to mix up the two, you didn't understand. Especially since the box had a large picture of a cookie printed on it, rather than pasta. As the both of you worked in the kitchen, Seungmin insisted on putting all the ingredients together, while you mixed the batter together.

"And one teaspoon of sugar!" Seungmin pronounced, as he poured it all into the bowl filled with cookie batter. But the second he had tossed it into the bowl, you caught sight of the box that was held in his other hand.

"Wait Seungmin that's not sugar that's-" but it was too late. Seungmin had poured salt into the cookie mix, rather than sugar. "Salt," you ended your sentence. Seungmin's eyes widened as his eyes darted down to the contents that was held in his left hand.

"Oh." "Yeah." "Do you think it'll still be good?"

You stuck a spoon into the batter, and licked the contents off of it. "Well, it's pretty salty... Just like you!" You said. Seungmin began to protest when you hastily pressed a kiss against his lips to stop him from saying anything more.

When all the cookies were baked and ready to eat, the both of you sat on the couch with the plate filled of goodies in front of you. The tv played in the background, but none of you paid attention to it as you fed each other pieces of the chocolate chips cookies all the while giggling at each other's silliness. You both rambled on and on about random topics, and when you let out the first yawn, Seungmin insisted on you laying down. On the couch, the two of you laid down wrapped in each others arms just simply looking into each other's eyes until the two of you fell asleep.

When the other members of Stray Kids arrived back at the dorms, Felix was the first to notice the plate of cookies while the others gagged at how cute the two of you were, wrapped up in each other's sleeping. Felix took a bite of the cookie before coughing and looking for a napkin to spit out pieces of food.

"Why is this cookie so salty?"

A/N: iM SO SORRY THAT I DIDN'T EDIT THIS. But anywho, i'M TRYING TO SHOW MY BOY SEUNGMIN SOME LOOOVE so I wrote this for him. :'))) He's a precious boy who deserves all the happiness in the world.

I hope you enjoyed reading this, and thank you for taking the time to read it as well!!

-Maddy 💕

[stormhawksplanb]

NSFW Nova X Stork: Jealous Caresses.

A/N: This is mostly a Slow, semi-dark intimate scenario Between Nova and stork. However it depicts hints at Obsessive type behaviors and some possibly triggering topics (Slight Yandere like scenario). Full consent is still made, but I still want to give my more innocent/easily triggered followers a fair warning! I appreciate you all, have a wonderful Day/Night! Also! Any spelling errors or mistakes, let me know! I appreciate you all, have a nice day/night where ever you are! All NSFW is gonna be tagged with #SnovaTime

Word Count: 3,697 Length: Long (5.8 Pages) Rating: M

It was a very long week. The storm hawks had done everything they could to find a rare crystal that Piper said was “upmost importance” to have on the Condor. Causing everyone to be in an absolute tizzy over it. It started out like it would be easy, but instead it was a game of capture the flag with some of Ravess’ new lackeys dubbed “The Hydra Locks”. a small group of thugs who’ve been causing mischief all over Atmos. They only came out after the war. Their Leader (Gyro) use to be a General to one of Master Cyclonis’ Fleet ships. Eventually tossed into the waste land like many others.

The crate that contained the Crystal was stolen back and forth from the storm hawks, to the Hydra Locks for about 2 hours until they met somewhere in the middle of their territories. That’s when the crate itself had fallen into the wastelands. For days on end they looked around for the Crystal, but to no avail.

This wasn’t the problem. the problem was the unusual team up that Aerrow had assigned. Upon usual circumstances the group would be paired up as the following: Piper, Aerrow and Raddar, Finn and Junko, and Finally Stork, Nova and Nova’s albino companion named Gear.

But during the search mission Aerrow had other plans...

“I need Junko and stork to man the condor and make sure it stays together when we reside in the wastelands, Piper, and I will be taking our skimmers on ground level, Finn and Nova you both have the best eyes for spotting things from afar, and out of place areas. I need you two in the sky.”

Stork’s head whipped up, slightly taken back, and insulted. Instead of disagreeing with him, due to Aerrow being the leader despite him being younger, he just gave him a quick scowl when he wasn’t looking. The only thing that brightened up his mood was the soft chuckle that Nova gave him, catching him in the act. Acting shy he looked away from her, a hand rubbing his neck.

Nova was his First Mate to his every so Precious Condor. She was his Malicious goddess of un-foretold doom that decided upon herself to spare those in her war path. From her mix of Morbid and dreary draws, To her sense of dark humor and flirtatious remarks, he made 100% certain they were close to each other. And he knew she felt the same, she’s both said it and expressed it. They even made the occasional joust of “When you leave, I’m going with into the afterlife”. It was just a dramatic showcase of their affections, but it was still concerning to those not use to their ‘playful’ behavior.

Yet somehow through all that Stork felt something in him almost, twitch? He’s in no way a jealous man, nor ever was, but something about Nova and Finn being together for so long made him anxious. Everyday she’d be waiting on him in the hanger bay, and they would do this secrete handshake they created at some point, no one knows when, and they’d take off. The aura around them not changing negatively when they came back. Some days they’d be gone the longest out of the search party, and their only excuses where they lost track of time, or they flew out farther than they thought they did. It just, rubbed him the wrong way. But being the non jealous type, he ignored those feelings, knowing full well how Nova felt for him.

Then it happened. They found the crystal, and to celebrate finding such a powerful Crystal, which was yet to be decided weather it actually was or not, they all went out for dinner and a few drinks, especially now everyone was of age to drink. Stork was running late to that rendezvous and when he arrived it almost broke his heart. Finn had been drinking a bit more than the others and had his hand rested on Nova’s back. From that angle Stork couldn’t see the obvious annoyed face she was making at Finn and his drunken advances, though to her they weren’t actual advances. Though to Stork it didn’t look like it, Finn was struggling to stay up right and was simply using Nova as leverage to sit straight. Thus the reason he eventually leaned back, and gripped Nova’s shirt, lifting it up by accident. Nothing to showy- but just enough that Nova gasped, and her dark beloved Stork, Snapped.

Being the type of person to not get jealous Stork walked over, and very gently, almost too gently, removed Finn’s hand from her shirt and asked her to meet him on the condor. Now to everyone else he just seemed tired, or simply annoyed by the smell of alcohol, like he usually is, but Nova had a tense sensation in her stomach. To Nova, Stork seemed slightly unhinged for some odd reason. None the less, she got up and followed him to the Condor. He lead her to his room, and locked the door, causing a shiver to run up Nova’s back. Something was wrong, but she still needed to know what was going through his head.

“Stork? Is everything okay? You seem a little off somehow. Did something happen?”

He gave her a quick snicker.

“Ohh- I’m just fine, really. But I just need to clear up, one thing.”

He held his finger up to emphasize. Resting his hand back down, he slowly cornered her towards the bed where she fell down to sit on the edge.

“I guess I’ve been a little bothered by the amount of... attention you’ve been giving Finn...”

Nova laughed it off, her chest stopped clenching, and her nerves were almost at ease, but only for a few seconds as she soon realized Storks lack of enthusiasm. He locked eyes with her as her anxiety peaked again, her breath hitching in her throat. Soon her mouth dried, and she tried to swallow the little amount of saliva that formed during her giggle fit.

“S-Stork? You’re kidding me, right? I’d never leave you, especially not for Finn!”

She shot back up to attempt to level with him, but as she did so he stood up straight, something he only ever did, as any Merb does, when he wanted to assert dominance, or to look menacing. It really depended on the situation, but right now the twisted look in his eyes, and the faint smirk made it seem like it was a bit of both. Nova became small again and started to shrug away, unsure as to why he was staring so intensely.

“Then Prove it.”

Stork’s voice dropped into a lower octave, and came out raspy, as if he was mad. Nervously Nova ducked under his arm and around him to head to the door.

“Well, I can still cook pretty well! I can make us something for dinner! Watching everyone else drink and being the designated really kind of sucked-”

She didn’t notice that the door had been locked, and her anxiety kept eating away at her. Her head spinning from the stressed situation. She nearly jumped 5 feet high when his voice came out from right behind her, this time more demanding than before.

“Why run from me? I’m not that upset, I just need to know why you two are so close all of a sudden...”

Nova felt nervous, but after a few seconds of silence it dawned on her that he must have just been jealous. Even if the aggressive nature was unwarranted, she understood. A small pain built up in her chest, and she knew that she was feeling guilty. Even under his weighted gaze that shadowed over her as she turned around, she knew he wasn’t trying to play any form of mind games, or manipulate her, but she was still concerned over what he had planned.

“Are you... going to hurt me?”

“That depends, are you?”

The words stung her sharply, and tears were on the brink of spilling over her face, had Stork not caught them, and hushed her into a submissive silence yet again. She trusted Stork with her whole heart, and was caught between fear and guilt. Her mind was blanking out on what she knew she had to do. Escape.

If only her heart and mind were able to make the proper decision she could breathe normally. but as Stork raised a hand towards her, most likely to whip her face off again, she flinched. Stork’s hand paused mid air, his face in shock. He’d never hit her, but he was so desperate to know what was going on, and what happened between them. Then all at once Nova hit her panic button and did the unthinkable.

She screamed for help.

That call for help was just as quickly muffled, and she felt her flailing body get dragged back to the mattress. It sunk in all to quickly that she wasn’t going to win, and she let him do what he pleased.

Stork is a Merb, and most of the Merbs are not just strong mentally, but physically. So he had no trouble pulling her into his lap, her head lulled against his shoulder as she cried out, giving silent pleads to not hurt her.

“I’m not going to hurt you. You’re my beloved sweat heart. I would never hit you, or touch you against your will, not without a good reason. If the others saw you like this... Then I would certainly never get to see you again...”

He started to place soft kisses along her Forehead,

“I won’t be able to hold you.”

Her Cheek,

“To Kiss you”

He gave her lips a gentle pressure, not fully kissing her, but he wanted to see her reaction.

The stimulation mixed with the fear and chest pain made Nova almost choke, but she felt something inside her release. She brushed her lips back onto his, almost curiously. Her body was screaming at her to run off, and give him room to breathe. But her heart and mind wanted something else, and she knew why, and what. It has been all too long since she felt his soft hands in hers, and being cooped up on a small flying ship with the others rushing about all the time made it quit difficult to be intimate.

“What would you have done if I had ever fallen for someone else?”

She looked him in the eyes, almost enjoying the small hints of displeasure, and rage building up. He pulled away, his grasp loosening, and she took this opportunity to sit more comfortably in his lap.

“I’d go insane.”

Now it was Nova’s turn to ask questions. Because she was really enjoying this new level of fondness he was showcasing.

“What if I- Left you for someone else?”

A low threatening growl warned her not to push forward, no words coming out from his mouth, just that deep rumble. It was a new sound to Nova, and she began to like it. Her heart now raced for a whole new reason.

“What If I told you, I didn’t love-”

Her statement was quickly replaced with a screech. Stork had lifted her up, and pinned her to the bed. Both wrists trapped in his one hand, the other hand clutching her cheeks, squishing her face.

“Are you trying to upset me?”

His voice was laced with poison and it riled her up more. Her eyelids closed slightly and a playful smirk was forced as wide as it could go with Stork’s hand holding her jaw in place. Soon enough he gave her a look of confusion as he realized the switch in her nature.

“Why are you smiling like that?”

“You  lock me up in your room, after dragging me away from the others, scare the life out of me, and pin me down in such a provocative position, and you dare ask that type of question?”

Nova went straight to the point.

“I wanted to rile you up more. You seem so stressed out over my relations to Finn that you completely forgotten what we had. Do I need to remind you?”

Even though he had the control in this situation, he felt his cold blood rush throughout his body, his heart trying to kick it’s way out from his chest, and most likely run off on him.

“So then, you and Finn aren’t...?”

He gave a small gasp at Nova’s knee made it’s way to his stomach, her shin rolling over his pelvis.

“Why would you think I’d want anyone but you? After all the sweet talk, the long messy nights, and oh the endless fun we get to have. Simply put, no one could ever compare. It’s all too boring to me, and a waste of time when I know all I have to do is ask.”

She rolled her shin across him again, earning a disgruntled cough. He really only made that sound when he was being stubborn. Another slue of questions tossed his way.

“Why didn’t you say it sooner? I wasn’t with him the whole entire time we were split up. Or were you that sucked into your obsession of me to notice time slipping away?’

He responded with silence, both his hands finding their respective place on the pillow where her head rested. Her hands snaking up over his neck, pulling him closer.

“After the scare you gave me, and wasting all that time, I think you should really try and make it up to me. Right?”

He closed the gap too quickly, getting his tongue caught between slightly closed teeth. He grimaced for a second, catching glimpse of her worried expression, but quickly succeed at his new attempt to lock lips with her. The world from then on began to blur out, and the silence and dark tension was replaced with a heat wave of emotions. Soon enough, piece by piece, they made their way under the covers. A habit made out of concern of someone walking in on them. Hands began to move on their own as the familiar sensation of hot and cold blooded bodies roamed and writhed with each other. Like two snakes fighting over the corpse of a mouse.

A hungry fire consumed them, each wanting more and more to try and put out the flame, only to be engulfed helplessly. This was a moment to not be forgotten. What felt like eternity soon melted away to a long distance pass as Stork made the first move to create more skin to skin contact. His hand caressing her sides, dipping under her shirt and lifting it over her head, leaving it on the pillow to eventually get lost in the sheets with the rest of her clothing. He sat back from her the cold but thick air raising goose bumps on her skin. A playful, twisted and painful smirk stretched out his face from the sides. He missed this, and the craving to relish her again threatened to break his slow rhythm.

After a few moments of being in the chilled air, her body cooled down, making her shiver and try to cover up. Stork had quickly called her out on it.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

She shivered again, his voice relaxed, but still teetering on his earlier dominating tone.

“It’s cold.”

Was all she could say. A deep chuckle exhaled from his lungs as he brought his hands up to undress himself. Keeping eye contact with his shivering lover. The clothes were quickly balled up and stuck to his side on the mattress.

Once again their bodies mingled, their minds remembering the temperature play of friction. Hands traveled along rib cages, and slightly ticklish spots earning small chuckles. Occasionally slipping in more sensitive areas, earning a grunt. At one point or another Stork had decided to repay Nova for her earlier actions by kneading his own leg into her pelvis. A soft whine left her lips, and she gave a soft thrust back, the tingling sensation of wanting to be touched became overwhelming.

“I don’t think I can take anymore of this...”

Her eyes watered and she forced a smile. Stork kissed each cheek and guided her legs to his sides after placing a pillow under her hips. Giving one last look at her emotional face he slowly rubbed himself against her lower entrance. Not fully expecting the slickness the friction caused. She turned her head, covering her mouth in embarrassment. Her tough act melting away completely from that contact alone. He loved her submissive behavior, even though they both know it’s such behavior that keeps him going longer. A bizarre paradox of who has more control.

He gave her a look, his eye darting down, and she nodded her head to him, giving him permission, letting out a pleased laugh at him filling her ever so easily. her body involuntarily bucked against him, a soft mewl escaped his throat at the small spasm occurring around his rod. Without further acknowledgement of Nova’s desires Stork gave her a couple painful slow pumps, eyes closed, listening to her whines.

“Don’t tease me, I swear to Atmos-”

Then he fell flat on top of her, pushing in all the way, scraping against her inner walls in such a way that caused her to yelp. She immediately covered her face and blush. Stork however, had other plans for her. He once again took her hands at pinned them against her head on the pillow, his body still firmly pressed against her, trapping her completely as he indulged himself.

“What happened love? Hn- You were oh so brave to run off on me- earlier~!”

She tried to form a sentence, but the thought of her earlier state, weak and defenseless shot another involuntary shiver through her body. Forcing them both to grunt out. Stork finally speeding up to a more suitable pace, yet still against her. Nova’s body started to gain back it’s full senses and recovered from her left over fear and stress, and she happily mewled underneath his thrusting prowess. Stork adding more fuel to the fire, now mixing romantic feelings into her bundled nerves.

“I really never meant to scare you, but you’re right. I’m obsessed with you~”

He slowed down, forcing Nova to stop chasing her lustful high.

“You’re everything to me, and I can’t stand it being away from you for that long. I’m not mad at you, I was nervous you’d leave me, and I did everything I could to stay calm, but I was still so aggressive to you, my sweat love, my Black Rose, Forgive me? Please?”

Nova chuckled, though she felt her frustration grow as he slowed down to a stop. All he wanted was her complete focus on her answer.

“I’ll always love you, but some hurt isn’t as easy to forgive as others. And if you keep killing my damned buzz I’ll personally wring you...”

A quick poke of her tongue against his cheek, and he gave her a higher pitched chortle, shaking his head, and giving in to her threat. The upbeat moment giving him more motivation to go again.

“The day I lose you is the day I go insane, If you were to leave, you better find your way back here before I do.”

His voice dropped again, demanding her to stay.

“I love you and I won’t let anyone take you from me, I don’t care what I have to give up, I’ll do it.”

Soon the conversation died down to the sloppy sounds of his thrusts, and Nova’s pleading as he tormented her. Stopping her release, and picking up from his last desired speed. Soon enough he had them both met at a good pace to orgasm together, though she was still ahead of him her body tensing as she tried to lurch forward, but could only cling herself to his back, digging into his tough sticky skin. She already came when he began the end to his high.

“H-hurry up~ Please!”

He chuckled deeply in her ear and stopped abruptly, and catching her off guard in the middle of her relaxed and thankful sigh. Thinking he was done, her body gave another overwhelmed jolt as he pounded into her harder than before, causing another wave of releases. He soon found himself reaching his end as he pulsated and shivered inside her body. Her legs seeking revenge as she slowly locked them around his waist and rolled her hips. Earning a hard moan and vibrating grunt.

After a small whine escaped Stork’s lips nova finally released him, and quaked as she relaxed her body. Breathing heavy and warm, quickly becoming uncomfortable under the sheets. She found the strength in her tired arms to pull away at the blankets, and kicking them off completely.

The cool air, again, sent shivers down her body as they both relaxed into the bed. Stork finding his way to her exposed warmth, trying to catch it before the room completely cooled her off. A small smile rested on Nova’s face, and she rolled her eyes at him, hearing him complain.

“Why must you always take away the blankets?”

“Because deary, I’m not cold blooded like you, and I felt like I was gonna overheat... But that’s mostly on you, now isn’t it?”

He sat up, shrugging at her and pulled over them one of the thinner blankets from the set. Despite her exaggerated whine against it.

Metal doors could be heard in the distance, along with drunken laughter. A frustrated sigh came from Stork. Nova turned her head to him, beginning to rub his forearm.

“Calm down, they’re all drunk. It won’t take them long to pass out. and when they do, it might give us another chance to play our new found game of cat and mouse...”

Stork quirked an eyebrow at her, slowly smirking and pulling her closer to him, nuzzling her neck leaving butterfly kisses. A soft content breath was exhaled from both tired partners, and they found just enough energy to whisper a final “Love you” before falling asleep.