#the moon behind him really enhances his beauty...

[forcedhesitation]

wyll. please. I'm blushing irl man

[foldingfittedsheets]

When I was working at the sex shop I was pulling poverty wages. I loved my job but I was on food stamps and still barely getting by. When they hired the stores first male employee and he started at my pay rate after I’d been there for three years I quit.

I was initially really nervous when I saw the post for the mattress job. It listed a pay scale that I couldn’t even conceptualize and I appeared qualified. When I got an interview I was over the moon but also petrified. Reactions to my line of work often varied but most people were very embarrassed or skeptical. I worried about how I’d address it in the actual interview.

I lived far to the north of their headquarters and drove almost two hours to get there. When I finally arrived it was in the nicest thrift store clothes I could find, but I shrank inside to see a room full of older white men in nice suits waiting to be interviewed for the same job.

Why did I bother? I was decades younger than anyone else in the room, shabbily dressed, and I suspected I was the only afab person in the entire building. I stewed in my insecurities until I was called in.

The second I met my interviewer I was instantly put at ease. The man had the energy of a therapy dog, he was abound with positive, good natured energy. He was also incredibly beautiful. I grinned back at his welcoming smile as we said our pleasantries. But still. This very beautiful polished man seemed very innocent. How would the sex shop question go?

“I see here you worked at STORE?”

“Yes,” I said hesitantly.

“And that was sales? Or you just rang people up.”

“No, it was sales. I’d help people find products, we were encouraged to upsell, there was sales spiffs, and most importantly we educated customers on products to help them find what they liked best.”

He grinned approvingly and asked, “Can you give me an example of a time you successfully upsold a customer?”

I paused, wringing my hands before I asked, “How vague would you like me to be…?”

“Not at all!” He assured me. “Go for it!”

“Well. A man came in looking for something to make his fingers vibrate so when he was touching his wife it would enhance that sensation. We had cheap $10 cockrings that I showed him first. But we had a rechargeable waterproof one made of nicer material, and after I showed him a demo he bought that one.”

“How much was that one?”

“$110”

“Wow! You had an upsell of 100% from what he came in looking for! That’s incredible!”

He was so truly genuinely stoked and not at all embarrassed that for the first time I saw a tiny glimmer of a future where I didn’t have ramen and peanut butter tiding me over between paychecks.

He asked me to wait then came back to tell me he liked me so much that he wanted to send me right into another interview, if that was okay. He didn’t want me to have to drive back later, it was terribly considerate and exciting. I beamed and told him it would be lovely.

I then had the second worst interview I’ve ever had. The worst goes to the time I applied to be a store manager for a pet food place years later. The district and store manager interviewing me passed notes and texted while I was speaking. When the district manager called to inform me I didn’t get the job I told him I’d never have accepted anyway because I’d never had such a disrespectful interview.

The new man sitting behind the desk radiated an aura of a brick wall. As someone with anxiety I’m highly keyed into the emotional states of people I’m talking to. To receive no feedback at all was my personal hell. After a perfunctory greeting he asked me with no inflection to sell him a pen.

I gathered the shreds of my courage and attempted the Herculean task he’d set me. Through my whole improvised spiel he resisted all attempts at engaging him, regarding me with a cold apathy as I touted the benefits of my fictitious pen.

Halfway through I broke into a cold sweat. My smile didn’t waver but it grew strained as I projected friendliness and warmth into the black hole of his heart. My thoughts scattered and my sales pitch grew redundant in the face of his nothingness. I finally concluded with a hard close and he simply nodded.

He glanced at my resume and commented, “You didn’t ask me to touch or hold it. Though I suppose I can understand from your previous line of work why you wouldn’t.” I shriveled and died inside knowing that I encouraged people to touch dildos all day long and had been too frazzled to offer him the pen.

He bid me a cool farewell. I made it to my car before I started sobbing. I had never been so rattled. I couldn’t understand what I’d done to make him so unfriendly or if my threadbare clothes were what had made him treat me like dirt. I drove an hour and a half to get home, weeping intermittently.

I was therefore taken by complete surprise to receive a call the next day inviting me on board for their five week training program. The first man who’d interviewed me gushed on the phone about how the second guy had loved me and that I was going to be fantastic.

I was in shock. When I showed up to training the second interviewer was charming my new classmates, beaming and laughing. He was an utterly different person. To my dismay I learned he was the trainer for my district and would be my point of contact if I made it through training.

He joked with me later that his interview facade was just a tactic to see how people held up under pressure and I filed him into a category of my deepest enmity. I never forgave him for how small he made me feel that day, but I never showed him the depths of my fury.

I aced every test and went on to be valedictorian of the eight people who had survived the rigorous training process to earn a sales position. When I got my first paycheck I bought myself new clothes, the first non-thrifted things I’d owned in years.

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thank you for the wait @auryborealis we hope you like your match up <3

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your lotr match up is....

LEGOLAS!!!

SFW

How you met: You were wandering the forests of Mirkwood, attracted by the legends of elven magic surrounding the place. Your footsteps were featherlight, softer than the wind caressing the leaves under the twilight moon. You didn’t really think you would meet any elves but you were enjoying nature. Suddenly you realised you were being watched. You found yellow eyes staring at you. A grey wolf padded out of the darkness. You knelt before it, beckoning closer, strangely calmed by its presence. The wolf allowed you to ruffle its fur before jerking its head up when a masculine voice called out, “Humans aren’t meant to be here.” You turned to see Legolas, standing behind you. His weapons were still sheathed so you took it as a good sign. “It's beautiful here, isn't it? The legends hardly do it justice,” you spoke smilingly. Legolas turned his gaze toward the canopy above, his eyes alight with a spark of reverence. "Indeed, the magic of Mirkwood is as boundless as the stars in the night sky. Few mortals dare to tread these ancient paths," he replied. You nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of kinship with the elf prince. You asked if you could visit the woods again, and Legolas agreed with some reluctance. He said the forest had deemed you worthy, and it would not be his place to deny you access. You returned the next night, after exchanging a few curt words with him. He wasn’t there that night, but he appeared the night after that. Like a mistrustful cat, he warmed up to you over time, and eventually fell for you.

Legolas appreciates your love of animals and nature. He grew up in forests, surrounded by wild animals and he likes how you aren’t scared of them.

Horror stories rarely faze Legolas but he likes how animated you get while telling them and listening to them. He would try to collect ghost stories from everyone in the fellowship to come and tell you. Gimli would have some good ones.

Legolas would love your sense of humor. He often enjoys some verbal repartee with his companions and he would like someone who can give as good as they get. He revels in every witty comeback or sarcastic remark you make. He even finds it amusing when you cuss out people who annoy you when they aren’t looking.

Legolas, like most elves, is a rampant bisexual and he would love your androgyny. Elves are androgynous creatures themselves so you would fit right in.

After you both fall in love, Legolas would be completely devoted to you since elves bond for life. His family would be against it given the fact that you are mortal and he is royalty but he is not the type of man to dismiss his feelings in fear of heartbreak.

When you both are among friends he likes to quietly listen alongside you with his enhanced hearing. He’ll whisper comments about the tea and gossip being spilt into your ear making you giggle. The group looks oddly at you both.

Legolas enjoys practicing his archery while you are nearby learning how to dual wield light-weight swords. He would see you practicing and ask to spar with you. You both would teach each other a few tips and tricks unique to your individual fighting styles.

Everyone in the fellowship is lowkey scared by the two of you considering how light on the feet you both are. You both have accidentally snuck up on all the hobbits and Gimli, giving them mini heart attacks. 

Legolas would love it when you sing. When you think you are alone and are humming, he would quietly come and sit beside you to listen, careful not to alert you to his presence.

N/SFW

Being an enjoyer of nature, Legolas likes to partake in walking and swimming with you. When you both approach a river to swim in he respectfully watches you shed your layers of clothing. He admires your curves and the light shining on your body. He joins you in being naked, already semi-hard and enjoys bathing with you. He hugs you from behind, letting his hands wander from your stomach to your breasts, tweaking your nipples. 

Legolas is quick to catch onto your people pleasing personality. He reminds you many times to not force yourself to do something for him unless you want to. You can reassure him by giving him head randomly, he’s always clean, don't worry ;)

When he goes down on you his hands go up your thighs as he slowly kisses the inner flesh. Legolas makes intense eye contact with you as he gets closer to your throbbing pussy hole. Tantalisingly he licks and sucks on your folds. He likes making you lose your cool and let out a slew of curses, so he takes his time to work you up.

It always starts with warm cuddles and spooning on a bedroll after the fellowship sleeps. Legolas loves being the big spoon, holding you close to him protectively, but the longer your hips push into his groin, the more heated he gets. He starts dry humping his hard cock against you, breathing heavily.

Legolas likes to keep his pace slow and steady, eventually catching speed. He almost loses control, and doesn't stop till he cums inside of you. He would always finish inside of you, just the thought of a creampie brings him closer to the edge.

He likes nipple play, flicking your breast and sucking on them while you straddle him and ride his cock. Also, when you lick his nipples while stroking his cock he gets so turned on. He never understood why, but he always felt comfortable sexually expressing himself in front of you.

If Legolas gets too close too soon, he likes to get edged. It's his little punishment for not being patient with you and losing control. He would moan and groan as you touch him, and would only allow himself to cum when  he thinks you're close too.

He moans words in Sindarin, and looks at you smiling observing your confused expression before leaning in for a kiss as he's thrusting in missionary position.

He would carry your naked form up in his arms bridal style and take you with him on the secluded balcony to watch the stars with him, while he holds you close to him.

Legolas likes to play with your fingers, entangling his with yours after sex. Laying there just staring into your deep brown eyes, realizing how much he loves you.

your night owls,

admins sar, san & sav

[strawberrystepmom]

a trick, a treat, a few tweaks later and i am proud to present...siren suguru geto for @s-une! happy halloween and thank you for participating!

contains: NSFW, MDNI. siren!geto x afab!reader. reader is lured by a siren's song, semi public sex (you are in the water), reader is wearing a nightgown, piv sex, inhuman anatomy, vaginal fingering.

The moon shimmers through the sea mist that covers your feet and legs where you stand, lending an almost eerie glow to the night surrounding you. 

This isn’t the first time you’ve felt yourself called to the shore as of late and you are struggling to put your finger on exactly why you return to this very rock every time, knees pushed to your chest as your nightgown flutters on a cool sea breeze. This is the fourth night in a row going through the same motions but you sit and wait for a familiar tune to pierce the night.

It feels like a private concert every time you come and sit, an alluring tune bouncing off of the rocks behind you. The sound is carried over the water and it fills your ears and your heart, your eyes fluttering shut as you darken one sense to enhance another. 

The beach is silent aside from the breaking of the waves as they approach the shore and it mixes with the eerie singing, your closed eyes feeling too heavy to even open. The breeze ruffles your hair and the night feels calm but a splash below where you sit shocks you and your eyes shoot open, glancing below to see movement in the water.

The mist hovering above the water conceals whatever hides beneath it, obscuring what is causing the splashing from your view. You unfold your legs and instead tuck them beneath you, using them as leverage to lift you higher to peek over the edge of the rock and still keep yourself mostly concealed. A sleek black shadow dances through the water and you keep silent, flattening yourself to the rock as much as you can while still maintaining a look at what’s below.

The harmony that draws you to this spot every night begins once again and you look around to spot the source. Is there someone here with a radio? Is there a ship with a deck party further out than you can see in the darkened night?

Unexpectedly, the vocalizing sounds closer than ever and you peer over the edge of the rock again to spot a smiling face through the clearing mist. You startle, shouting in surprise, but you know the song is coming from the lips of the man in the water. He makes eye contact with you, amused by the way your face pokes just past the edge of the rock, and you tilt your head curiously.

“Uh…hi,” you offer quietly and he sings to you in response. You’ve never heard the song before and there are no lyrics, simply vocalizing, but it’s hypnotic to watch his throat bob with every note and his jaw open and shut. Whoever this stranger is, he’s nothing if not fascinating and beautiful enough that you don’t mind sitting and watching, front row for your own private performance. “You’re really talented. Do you do this professionally?”

His song subsides and he smirks at you. The mist continues to clear and you get a better look at him, surprised by the way the dim light only serves as a means to enhance his beauty. You’re certain he’s gorgeous in the daylight, a man like this could never be anything else, but he’s striking just like this. The shadows settle across his face perfectly.

“You could call this something of a hobby.”

His voice is as velvety as the night and you shiver, the cool evening air leaving a trail of goosebumps across your skin. At least that’s what you tell yourself while scooting back down the surface of the rock, enough that your entire torso now hangs over the edge and your hands brace your body. His eyes dance across your body and his smirk never falters, even as he splashes in the water below you. 

“What brings you out here all on your own?”

The assumption that you’re on your own strikes you as odd but you realize it’s the only one he could possibly come to given the surface of this rock is small and you have given no indication that another person could be with you. You giggle, one arm now dangling off of the edge of the rock. “The song you were just singing,” you explain with an easy smile. 

Perhaps you should be more apprehensive to share but you’re relaxed, the night is beautiful, and this man appears to be no threat to your current state so you let it ride. New friends can be found everywhere if you look hard enough, after all.

“Want me to sing it again?”

A nod is your response and you shut your eyes to enhance the experience, ready to allow the sweet notes fill your ears and soothe your mind. Your arm and hand still dangle down the rock and he stretches his torso enough that he can reach up and grab your hand, capturing it between his long fingers.

“Come down here, it’ll make the experience even better.”

You aren’t dressed for an evening swim, nothing but a white cotton nightgown covering your body, but you wonder what it could hurt. There isn’t another soul for miles and it’s just you and this enchanting man, his voice wrapping around you. You sit up and let go of his hand in the process, carefully crawling down the rock and he catches you when you jump into the water with a splash.

He laughs while your legs pump through the water and bring you bobbing to the surface. His tail brushes against your legs but you think nothing of it, assuming it’s an errant piece of seaweed or a fish breezing past. The man draws you against his chest and looks down at you, golden eyes framed by long dark lashes gleaming.

“What’s your name?”

Water droplets trail down your face and cheeks and he wipes your hairline with his thumb.

“Suguru.”

Giving him your name in return, you take a chance and press your palms against his chest, leaning your body in his direction. He doesn’t move, allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder and you shut your eyes. Without another word, his song begins and your heart races hearing the seductive notes spilling from his lips while pressed this close to him.

Suguru’s vocalizing grows closer, right above your ear, when he rests his head against yours. The intimacy of the moment catches you off guard and your back stiffens though he’s quick to put one of his large palms between your shoulder blades, singing a soothing tune while rubbing your shoulders through the damp cotton of your nightgown.

His face is so close to yours and you open your eyes, watching his mouth move with each note he sings, deciding to get closer to the source. Your face edges ever closer and before you can stop yourself, your lips press against his and muffle his music. 

He kisses you back. You’ve never been touched so sweetly, lips enveloping yours and hand still planted on your back. His tail swishes around your feet and this time you break the kiss, looking down to find the source of what’s brushing against your skin.

“Do you feel that?” Your face twists as you look around, his fin continuing to dance around your ankles. He tilts his head to one side, humming. “What do you mean?” The sensation of his tail makes you kick your feet beneath the water and he laughs, pulling your face to his for another kiss.

“I have a secret,” he whispers against your mouth and you giggle nervously. Your inhibitions are lower than they have ever been and you’re certain that unless this man tells you he’s a serial killer that you won’t be perturbed, enjoying the gentle bobbing of your bodies in the water while you kiss. 

“Oh?”

“What you keep feeling is me,” he brushes his tail across your legs again and your eyes widen. Looking down into the dark water below, you catch the errant shimmer of his tail when he wraps it around your legs, pulling you against his body. Your nightgown clings to your chest and leaves nothing to the imagination, hardened nipples visible and accessible through the fabric, and they rub against his chest while he holds you.

“What are you?”

Your astonishment is apparent in your words but you make no attempt to scurry away from him, the fins at the end of his tail brushing against your inner thighs and making you squeeze against them. He chuckles, the fins traveling higher until they brush against the cleft of your pussy. 

“Does it matter?”

The hand that rests on your back glides down toward your ass, his palm cupping a handful. He uses his grip to lift one of your legs so that it wraps around his tail and his free hand travels between your bodies, your nightgown pooling in the water around you as he lifts it enough to have access to everything you’ve left bare beneath it.

It doesn’t matter as long as it feels good, you reason, and it feels amazing when his fingers massage your slit, the water surrounding the two of you doing nothing to wash away your slick arousal as it seeps from inside of you. You’re only partially spread thanks to the leg you have hooked around his tail and he’s quick to rectify that, hand sliding from your pussy to your thigh. 

He wraps your second leg around his body and you whimper when his slick tail rubs against your sensitive cunt. The scales feel smooth as your hips glide over them but he stills you by gripping your hip, the desire to be the one responsible for your pleasure the only thing on his mind. 

“Let me,” he offers and you nod, bottom lip between your teeth while gazing up at him through your lashes. His fingers travel across your hip and your pelvis, featherlight touches while searching for your warmth. They find it easily and he once again pulls the length of his finger through your slit, making you gasp and buck into the touch. 

Chuckling, Suguru presses his lips to your jaw and neck, your head tipping back to allow him access to the soft expanse of your throat. He takes advantage of the space, placing open mouthed kisses along your skin while he inserts one of his long fingers inside of you. A gasp is all you can manage, mind numb with the intensity of the situation you’ve found yourself in.

“What a beautiful cunt,” he croons and if the words were to come from anyone else they’d feel too lewd and you’d be embarrassed but from him? Dripping from those lips like honey? You clench around his fingers and he smiles against your throat. You’re exactly where he wants you to be and his thumb brushes against your clit while his finger works you open, a second joining the first. 

Water gently ripples around the two of you, your hips grinding into his hand. You chase the feeling twisting in your gut, biting back breathy moans and whines, and he presses his face against your temple.

“If I fuck you will you let me hear how good I’m making you feel?”

You clench around his fingers again and he chuckles smoothly, his cock surfacing from within his tail and prodding at your entrance. He positioned you perfectly so that your warm pussy rests right above where his cock reveals itself from and the feel of your heat against the head of him makes him hiss through his teeth.

“Promise me you’ll let me hear just like I let you hear my song.”

Let you. He allowed you to hear his song, the call that beckoned you across the beach and right into his domain, so you agree with a nod. The blunt head of his cock brushes against you and immediately, you moan and your hips chase him for more. You aren’t certain of what to expect when it comes to his anatomy but you’re prepared for something different than anything else you’ve ever allowed inside of you, taking a deep breath when his head prods at your entrance.

The head of his cock slips into you and you gasp, stretching to accommodate him so deliciously your eyes close. True to your word, you let him hear your pretty moans as he slips further inside of you and this is where the differences between him and any other cock you’ve ever taken become apparent.

The texture is different, slick and bumped and your walls welcome the unique sensation by gushing around each inch he slides into you. Your covered breasts bounce as he gently rocks himself into you and the small ripples become larger ones when his pace quickens, his grip on each of your hips giving him the leverage he needs to pull you up and down his length.

Your mind swims, ripples of pleasure far more peaceful than the ones thrashing in the water around you making your body tingle. Your clit brushes against his tail every time he thrusts into you and your bodies are pressed so closely you can do nothing but grind yourself down to meet his motions. 

The moans escaping you are like music to him, roles reversed, and his tail remains twined around your legs to keep you in place when his pace increases. Each rut, each sweet brush of your clit against his tail, sends you spiraling and you whimper. 

“Suguru,” you say his name and it’s the sweetest sound he’s ever heard. He grins, pressing kisses to your throat once again while keeping the rest of you held as tightly to him as possible, and your pussy clenches and massages his length as you cum with a shudder. You shout his name to the moon above, the only witness to what has happened tonight, and he lets himself cum alongside you, filling you to the brim with his sticky release. 

Panting, a satisfied smile comes across your face when you look up at him to see the faint dusting of red across his cheeks. The two of you look at one another wordlessly, his cock eventually softening and retracting into his tail, but you stay with your legs wrapped around him. 

He begins to sing again, soft and gentle, and you let the waves and his song lull you to sleep. 

You hardly recall what happened when you wake on the rock where you started your evening, the sun rising over the horizon in the distance. Looking around for Suguru, your brow furrows until you gaze over the rock and see the pearlescent flash of his tail in the water below shimmering beneath the rising sun.

[mediocre-shark-tales]

Fated by the Stars (8)

Straykids ot8 x Reader

Warnings - Mentions of spiking drink, sexual themes, impregnanting talk, teasing, Swearing, naming calling, and Mentions of alcohol.

Summary - The boys are enthralled with you during the party, however the second they have to leave your side to give a group speech. Of course that is when the enemy strikes, leaving behind a mess in their wake.

Masterlist

The song slowly came to an end as we pulled up to the huge mansion like building. The architecture was beautiful, with lime stone walls and roman columns. Wooyoung parked in a large secured parking lot next to the building. He got out first and ran around to open the door for me. I gave him a smile and took his hand, carefully getting out of the car. I had to make sure I didn't step on the dress or anything. Once the door was shut, I heard the sound of multiple feet walking towards us as someone called for Wooyoung.

I saw a group of seven other men came over, Wooyoung stepped out of the way so they could see me too. All of there faces looked upon me with equal astonishment. "Wow, is that y/n? From Chan's pack?" One asked. Wooyoung nodded. "She is, due just got done dolling her up. Oh Y/n" He looked at me. "This is my pack." He pointed and began to list off their names from left to right. "We are the Halazia pack to outsiders. But now you are my friend, so you don't have to call us that." I nodded. "Nice to meet you all, I hope to become your friend as well." I heard coos and agreement around me. "Awe you are just the sweetest little thing. I'm glad Chan and the boys are fated to you." Seonghwa said. Amongst this group, there were 4 alphas, 2 betas, and 2 Omega's. One of those omega's being Wooyoung of course.

I blushed at their compliments, however Wooyoung had my back. "Come on chill out boys, can't let her accidentally ruin her make up. Plus her pack has no idea how gorgeous she looks right now." Wooyoung held my hand and began to lead me inside. I was still trying to get used to walking in heels. The time I spent practicing with Jisung and Minho must have really paid off.

Walking inside with Wooyoung and His pack surrounding me, I saw other faces look to us astonished by the beauty in one small area. I felt like an angel surrounded by heavens most handsome men. I could only imagine how beautiful my own pack would look.

It only took me a second to spot them, they had yet to spot me. Wooyoung brought me down the steps, his pack following closely behind me. The crowd parted like the sea, I guess these boys usually beeline for my boys at stuff like this. Otherwise why would they so naturally part for us.

Finally the boys looked over, making eye contact with me. Their faces instantly dropped from smiles, but not in a bad way. They were filled with some much love and astonishment. Quickly walking up to me and the others. "Oh my moon goddess, my 'mega. You are more gorgeous than I could ever describe or even imagine." Chan said as he gently grabbed my hands. I too was enthralled and enchanted by each of their own personal beauty. Minho and Jisung had done such a lovely job at designing the perfect outfit to enhance everyones own beauty.

"You guys all look so ethereal yourselves." I said softly to them. I saw each one blush different hues and shades or red or pink. "Thank you for today Wooyoung" Jisung said giving him as smile. Wooyoung nodded and smiled himself. "she's as adorable as you guys talk about, I'm glad to have earned her friendship. I was sure to give my number to her so we can meet up later." He responded. Chan then pulled me up against him closer. "If you won't mind us, we would love to show our Omega how to have a good time here." Hongjoong spoke for the pack this time. Pack alpha to Pack alpha. "No worries, I expected as much from a newly completed mated pack. I can only imagine how much worse you will be when you all finally give her the pack mark." I heard him laugh before they all walked away.

Chan gently pulled me into their circle, placing me in the center among them. Each one placed a hand on me, Minho spoke first. "Give us a moment to fix your scent, no matter how much we love those guys, we still would rather you smell more of us." Everyone was given a chance to pull my closer, giving me a kiss and scenting me a little.

Once they were satisfied, Felix grabbed my hand and began to lead me to a nearby circle booth. He helped me slide in, so I sat in the middle amongst my boys. Jeongin and Seungmin Sat immediately next to me, the younger having his arm around my waist. Seungmin had his hand spread out on my thigh. Both their hands on me like this, I began to feel warmer as my thoughts plummeted from the heavens to the kinkiest ring of hell.

All their eyes were on me, this time Hyunjin spoke for the pack. "We already new you were beautiful, but tonight you are down right gorgeous 'mega. I'm so glad we get to experience this night with you." I smiled "I'm glad to be here with you guys aswell. You all look even more impossibly handsome tonight than I thought possible." I saw their faces all blush or shy away at my compliment.

I felt myself begin to slowly smile wider at them. I glanced around a bit as we sat here in comfortable silence. That's when I noticed the drinks, I was thirsty.

I glanced around to see everyone in their own conversations. So I gently placed my hand on Seungmins, to get his attention when he was done talking. They both stopped talking and looked at me. Looking between Seungmin and Jisung I asked, "Can I get a drink please?" Seungmin nodded but Jisung spoke first. "Have you ever had alcohol sweetie?" I shook my head no. "Okay then we will go get you a non-alcoholic drink for today." I agreed and watched as were both let out to go get me and a few others some drinks.

When they left, I felt someones hand pull me flush against their side. I looked up to see a smirking Jeongin looking back down at me. I felt his hand begin to wander up and down my waist. Caressing me gently while he continued to talk to Changbin about whatever. I couldn't pay attention as his hand slowly wrapped farther around my waist. Making his way slowly down to my heat, with every second I could feel myself twitching in anticipation.

My blush quickly returned to my cheeks when he finally had the tips of his fingers over my mound. His fingers lightly drawing circles over my clit. I could feel myself becoming slicker, the movements and scents of my pack around me were getting me drunk on the love.

I bit my lip trying to control my moans, I placed my hand on jeongins trying to get his attention. I didn't want everyone to smell my slick as he enticed it out of me. However it was too late as Chan growled. "Jeongin, there is still another 3 hours before we can leave, please do not make us suffer from the enchanting scent that is our mate's slick."

I blushed some more, before Seungmin and Jisung returned. Handing me my juice and the others their alcohol. We sat here for another long while, just indulging in each others presence and conversation. But after a while I was becoming bored, so I looked over and asked to be let out of the booth. "Whats wrong baby?" I smiled at him. "I would just like to go dance for a bit, have some fun you know?" I got a smile back before Hyunjin and Minho Both spoke up again. "Allow us gorgeous, we will take you." Minho said, followed by Hyunjin saying "I've wanted to dance with you for a while babe." I agreed

The boys let me out, as the other two grabbed my hands gently. Leading me down to the dance floor. Once we found an open spot deep in to the mosh pit, I was sandwiched between them both. The first song to play was talk dirty by Jason derulo. I smiled and decided to play a little bit with the alpha and beta I was sandwiched between. Minho was being me, so I began to grind against him in during the chorus of the song. My hands caressed and glided over hyunjins front. As another beat drops came I pulled him by the collar down to my face, mouthing the words "talk dirty to me." Then I let him go and watched as his face went from surprise to an equally evil smirk as mine.

I felt hands grab onto my hips, as Minho began to grind back into me. I could feel his growing and hardening bulge against my ass. It was leaving enough to imagination, just thinking about taking every single pack mate. Making them feel as good as I feel, being a good 'mega for them. "Someones being a little pushy today. Is our omega just that desperate for our knots?" I whined leaning back against Minho as he whispered into my ear. However hyunjin grabbed my chin, running his thumb below my lips. Barely catching my bottom lip as he passed over. "I think she just want to get pumped full of our cum, to make sure she gets pregnant with our pups." I felt myself shy away, those words having me aching more at the thought.

I felt them begin to travel their hands up and down my body hungrier. "I wish we could satisfy your wants darling, but we have to give our end of the night speech before we can leave. I'm sure we can convince chan to speed this up for us to leave." I nodded whimpering out a please.

With that they gently began to lead me back to the booth where the rest sat still. Minho let go and whispered to Chan for a bit. The formers eyes growing darker as he looks me up and down, a small flame of hunger hidden beneath those dark brown irises. He nodded and stood up walking slowly towards me. He took my hands in his and looked deep into my eyes.

"wait here for us pretty girl, we won't be long and then we can leave." I nodded and he gave my forehead a kiss before leading me to the now empty booth. Helping me to sit down and placing my drink in front of me.

I watched them all walk off to the main area, but as they disappeared into he crowd I lost sight of them. However, with them gone it seems that the devil got his own confidence.

As that awful smell, one I hoped I would never remember or experience again, it began to fill my space. Looking over to where it was coming from, I saw him. The man who filled my nightmares, left my scars. Scars that were either visible or mental. I could feel my instinct taking over, wanting to shy away from the alpha near me. My anxiety spiked more as he sat down across from me. "Well hello there Princess?" SangJun said with an ounce a venom spilling out. "Did you have a fun time playing pretend? It's time for you to come back home bitch. You were birthed for me, you are mine." Those last words ignited something in me as I growled at him. I saw surprise flash throughout his eyes.

"Oh shut up bitch, you know you deserve everything I am gonna do to you. You ran away from your pack, you were selfish and unruly. You are nothing without me, I am your alpha. Not some hot shot pack that doesn't know how omega's are supposed to be kept. Which is out of sight and silent. You are here to be my doll." He spoke to me. That when I barked at him, growling intensifying as the words I have always wanted to say spilled from my lips.

"You are the selfish one here Jun. You go around pulling everyone who holds no worth to you down. In the beginning, I thought you were everything I ever needed. Which was so childish of me, but what can you expect from an actual child. But now I have seen what the world really thinks, I know that you are one of few pack who still lead with the same mindset. Out here, Omegas are cherished and loved. Our rarity among the population makes us more worthy of love than you or anyone who follows you. My pack is my fated pack, they are my fated mates. You have no say over what the moon goddess chooses. You can't undo my love for them or their love for me. By the goddess, I wish to hurt you the exact same way you hurt me if not worse."

I wish I had paid more attention to his hands in that moment looking back on it now. Once he stood up, all he said was. "You will come looking for me soon princess, if not then I will come for you and nothing will stop me from getting you." He caressed my cheek and walked away. I rubbed my cheek trying to remove his acidic scent. Tears brimming my eyes as I tried my best to hold it back.

I took a big gulp of my drink and finally saw the boys walking over, but as they saw me their face dropped. They're paced picked upas they came closer, Changbin and Felix Knealed in front of me. The former spoke first, "What happened darling?" I sighed. "Sang-Jun is here, please can we leave now?" They all nodded and I took another gulp of my drink, however this time I recognized a very subtle flavor. It wasn't there when I had been drinking it earlier.

My heart dropped, it was the same drug Jun used to give me. One that forced me into a heat, making me easier to persuade as the Omega headspace would take over for me. I looked back at the boys with a now scared face. "We need to leave quickly. I'll explain later please." I began to cry. Changbin picked me up easily and began to carry me out the building. They speed walked to not grab any unwanted attention.

When we were outside, they beelined it to the pack van. Chan and Felix jumping in front. The Maknaes piled into the back, and I sat on Changbins lap with Hyunjin and Minho on either side. I could feel the beginnings of the forced heat slowly increase in intensity. I whined and situated myself to changbins thigh, rocking slightly against it. The double slit dress making it very easy to move as I wished.

I heard the growls of all pack members as my natural scent began to sweeten even more due to my heat. "He spiked my drink, it's the same drug he used to use to force me into heat during his ruts. it has a distinct but subtle flavor." I explained as quickly as I could, before the heat would take over too much for me to think straight.

"Don't worry omega, we got you. We will take good care of you, don't be nervous." I heard changbin growl out into my ear. Minho speaking next. "And when this is all over, we will make sure that sorry excuse for a man is run through the ground till he is six feet below. We have had enough of his antics."

Masterlist

[splitsabers]

I proudly present to you:

The Splitsabers Photomode Guide!

This guide will be a look into some of my thoughts and tips for photomode in Star Wars Jedi: Survivor. Let's get into it!

Disclaimer: I am in no way a professional 😂 my credentials include art as a hobby and a 3-month obsession with Jedi Survivor (still learning new things every day) so this is definitely more of a beginners guide but I love talking so here ya go

Survivor is a huge game full of environments, actions, and movements. When I'm looking to take photos, I have two files: one completed on New Game+, so I have access to all cosmetics and areas (this is what I use for the saber series), and one "fresh" file where I'll play the game from 0% and have access to specific animations, storylines, environments, and scenes:

When it comes to taking actual photos, I'll just run around and play the game as normal while constantly looking for areas with good lighting, scenes, or encounters.

Sometimes I'll have a specific idea, like with the saber series, where I want to take photos in certain environments. For example, for the purple saber I wanted to go for an "outcast" look with the outfit and selected areas like the laser on the Shattered Moon, observatory, and meditation arenas in force tears. I'd go through different lightsaber stances, animations, and poses, as well as lining them up with the environment to get shots I liked.

I have a collection of places I like to go throughout the game with good lighting, encounters, or similar (rehabilitation wing my beloved).

For 90% of my photos, I place the subject in focus (typically someone's face/body, weapon, or hands) and turn down the f-stop so the environment (or sometimes the rest of a person's body) is out of focus. I like doing this because it places attention onto the subject while leaving the background in context.

You can leave details like this that enhance the photo or add weight to the photographs - we as the audience can extrapolate how certain photos relate to the meaning of a shot from what we know about the game - a picture is worth a thousand words!

You can use the environment as a framing tool, or take pictures of the beautiful environments of Survivor itself!

For posing, throughout a session I'll constantly pause and check the poses for characters I'd like to take photos of. Look at scenes from different angles to see what works! There are countless different actions in the game that can provide photo opportunities. These can be idle animations, finishers, combat engagements/attacks/stance switches, cutscenes, or character interactions!

It can take a lot of tries to get the right timing - for certain sets, I'll often reach a spot, take photos while constantly pausing and checking poses, and then quit out without saving so one-time animations (like certain combat finishers or the first BD visor interaction) can be repeated for that "perfect shot" (I'm working on collecting save files for different story points throughout the game).

When it comes to posing Cal, while idle, he'll look in the same direction the camera does (it actually took me a long time to figure this out I still feel silly sometimes for not knowing) as long as the camera is behind him; otherwise he'll look straight forward. You can use this to get him to look down, up, or to the side!

Tilt can also be a fun way to add drama to a picture or change the framing of your subject to fit your shots!

Exposure is useful for changing the whole brightness of a scene or creating better opportunities for shadows and highlights. For this photo, I had an idea for this nice strong contrasting shot where the lights would only see one side of Cal's face and make a sharp shadow. However, the light from his lightsaber illuminates the dark side (no pun intended) of his face.

To solve this, I turned the exposure way down (so the saber glow would be much weaker) and really pumped that blue light onto the strong side with spotlights to create the effect I wanted.

Spotlights are also an incredibly important in creating light that frames your photo! They can be used to define and bring attention your subject, enhance existing lighting, or create visual interest using color.

I always find my favorite photos make creative/extensive use of lighting. Certain things will interact differently with spotlights or give off light of their own - consider your environment and intended effect. Also consider how the lighting will react with your subject - for example, metal reflects light differently from cloth (I'll often use spotlights to highlight/reflect metal objects like Cal's lightsaber or BD-1), or particles may have certain effects (echo sparkles will disperse spotlights really nicely!).

Here's a before and after; good lighting can really make a scene pop!

You can use spotlights to create light sources that serve to define your subject and their key features (wait... I just realized.. is that why it's called a key light??). I'll often use a 2-light combo of yellow and white to make an "artificial sun" where natural light can't reach.

Since I post the majority of my photos in sets, when I take photos I'll often take the same photo in different color combinations of spotlights, exposures, and filters so that when I select the final photos for a set the whole "matches" and looks more cohesive together.

I personally don't do any editing on my photos third-party, but for most of my photos, I'll use the "Ryloth" filter at around 30-40% strength since I like the way it affects the saturation on colors (especially reds and oranges) and boosts the contrast a bit, although I will occasionally dip into the other filters. Of course, good graphics settings (if you can run them) can always improve the look of your photos.

As always, the #1 way to improve is practice! Learn for yourself what styles you prefer and try new things. I've taken (literally) thousands of photos and I definitely feel like I've improved by loads since I started.

If you're looking for more resources:

@animatedjen has made a lovely tutorial for portrait lighting, going over the different types of lighting in Survivor and ways to use them (💛💛)

Here's a guide by andva-ri on using a line of action - it's something I use more in my art, but I'll use this concept when I'm composing some of my more dynamic shots (love using this in combination with tilts)

Feel free to link resources of your own or to come to my inbox with any questions or advice! I'm so glad I got into this and I'd love to help other people learn, or learn something new myself <3.

Thanks for reading, and happy photographing! 📸

[dyxtd21]

Turquoise aesthetic moodboard!!

Description: Turquoise stands at the height of 6'2" and as a figure of awe-inspiring beauty and power, his entire form radiating a vibrant turquoise hue with intricate brown lines accentuating his gemstone body and cape. His superhero suit, a marvel of gemstone craftsmanship, shimmers with a metallic turquoise sheen and is adorned with patterns that catch and refract light, emphasizing his imposing physique. The cape flows gracefully from his shoulders, transitioning from deep turquoise to a lighter, transparent shade downwards the edges, with brown accents that complement his natural patterns.

At the center of his chest gleams his heart-cut gemstone.

Personality: Beneath Turquoise's majestic exterior lies a complex and darker personality, reminiscent of Homelander from "The Boys." He projects an image of charm and benevolence to the public, carefully crafting a facade of a beloved hero. Behind closed doors, however, Turquoise is driven by deep-seated arrogance and a thirst for power. He manipulates others with charm and influence, using intimidation or coercion when necessary to maintain control. His actions are often self-serving, driven by a relentless ambition that sees him viewing others as tools or obstacles to be manipulated or removed.

Powers and Abilities:

Flight: Turquoise can fly with tremendous speed and agility, maneuvering effortlessly through the air.

Brute Strength: He possesses superhuman strength, allowing him to lift and manipulate objects of immense weight.

Superhuman Speed: Turquoise moves at incredible speeds, surpassing that of most other beings.

Superhuman Hearing and Smell: While not on the level of Zebra Jasper, Turquoise possesses enhanced hearing and smell.

Resistance to Ice and Cold Weather: He can withstand extreme cold and ice-related attacks.

Bubble Creation and Storage: Turquoise can create and store bubbles for various purposes, from defense to transportation.

Unique Powers:

Freeze Vision: Turquoise can emit beams that freeze objects or opponents on contact.

Elemental Vision: He can see through elemental substances such as ice, water, fire, earth, and wind, as well as stare at the sun and moon without harm.

Weather Disruption: With a gesture, Turquoise can manipulate the weather, changing it to his liking—from snowstorms to clear skies.

Emotional Projection: He can project his emotions onto others, influencing their feelings and perceptions.

Spectral Phasing: Turquoise can shift into a ghost-like state, becoming intangible and invisible, allowing him to pass through solid objects.

Psychometric Powers: By touching objects or people, Turquoise gains insights into their history, previous owners, or past events.

Memory Manipulation: He can alter, erase, or implant memories in others, manipulating their perceptions and experiences.

Honey-Tongued Lies: Turquoise possesses a natural ability to lie convincingly, using his voice and charisma to deceive others effortlessly. (It only works towards humans)

(I really like Homelander! 💙)

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ  

🌿INFP 🍁Ravenclaw 📜Chaotic Good 🔮Pisces Sun, Libra Moon, Aquarius Rising

SFW🌿

⭑ I think you would be a servant at the castle. Maybe a maid/cleaner, who attends to everyone in the royal family.

⭑ You’re very close to Guinevere and tell her everything - including your crush on Merlin. 

⭑ She encourages you to talk to him, but you don’t want your friendship to become awkward. 

⭑ Little did you know, Merlin felt the exact same about you. But Guinevere didn’t want to disclose anyone’s secret (she’s a good friend in that way). So she was doing everything she could to set you two up

⭑ And she would mOST DEFINITELY get the knights involved 

⭑ Merlin is the type of person to nod at you when you’re talking in a group and no one seems to be listening. 

⭑ He doesn’t want you to get involved in anything dangerous, so he was so hesitant to tell you the truth about him. But when your relationship progresses, he can’t keep it from you any longer

⭑ HE ALWAYS KEEPS HIS GODDAMN PROMISES MAN. Will literally travel without any sleep, or stopping, if it meant keeping his promise to be home before dinner. 

⭑ I feel like your character arc would be from servant to training to knight? Or servant to student to sorcerer? 

⭑ Either way, you would definitely have character growth. And Merlin would be so proud of you

⭑ ENDLESS SUPPORT !!! ALWAYS !!!

⭑ Merlin can get jealous, but it doesn’t go very far because he knows you would never hurt him

⭑ He always knows when something is wrong. Even if you’re trying to hide it behind a smile - it won’t trick Merlin. 

   “Hey, what’s wrong? You can talk to me-”

⭑ So if you have a problem, you always talk to Merlin about it. Even if you feel like you’re bombarding him with issues, he’ll reassure you that he wants to help you in any way that he can

⭑ You have a really good relationship with Gaius and you often think of him as a father figure

⭑ He so wants you and Merlin to marry, and he can officiate or something 

⭑ Always having a part of Merlin whenever he has to leave Camelot; his scarf, a shirt etc 

⭑ You don’t like how Arthur treats Merlin at times, but he reassures you that it’s all in good fun

⭑ Always smiling at you from across the room

⭑ Very emotionally mature, and you feel like you can talk to him about anything. 

⭑ He loves being the big spoon; it makes him feel like he can keep you safe (and obviously he does keep you safe) but a lot of the time he feels like he isn’t man enough 

⭑ Definitely reads to you until you fall asleep. His voice is so soothing

⭑ LOVES CUDDLES, GODDAMN. He’s like a lap cat; his favourite place is with his head on your lap, and your fingers in his hair. 

⭑ Massages the back of your neck when you’re sitting next to each other

⭑ Relationship Tropes:

 ✧ The Gomez & Morticia Adams (loving and devoted, you top)

 ✧ Shy/Insecure x Thinks The Other Is Incredible

 ✧ Energetic & Enthusiastic x Love To Be Encouraged

NSFW🔞minors dni!

⭑ You’re his first - for basically everything. Kissing, touching, sex etc. 

⭑ He loves to hear you moan, because it means he’s doing something right

⭑ MERLIN WOULD LOVE TO BE PEGGED / IS A BOTTOM

⭑ Uses his magic to enhance your sensitivity  

⭑ Merlin loves to hear how well he’s doing; 

      “You’re doing so good for me baby,”

⭑ Sex isn’t too serious, it’s mostly light-hearted and lots of giggling and smiling 

⭑ He absolutely ADORES your body and sees you as a goddess. You’re so beautiful to him

⭑ He loves seeing you naked; every bump and curve seem like a gift from some sort of love god. ‘What did I do to deserve someone so glorious?’ He often thinks. 

⭑ He makes the most wonderful noises when he’s being sucked off 

⭑ But his specialty is eating you out. The way he uses his tongue, his fingers ... he loves making you feel pleasure. It gives him such an ego boost. 

[streetlight11]

Wolfgang

Summary: After your parents were murdered by werewolf hunters, you had to run away. You had to save yourself from going through the same tragic fate and that leaves you to being a lone wolf. Thankfully, moving to a new town led you to meeting new people and possibly a new family.

Theme: werewolf au, strangers to lovers

Genre: smidge of action, fluff, slightly suggestive

Warnings: mentions of slight nudity and violence, gets a little steamy near the end but nothing too detailed

WC: 6.6k

Pairing: Alpha!Minho x Omega!FemReader

a/n: Hi :) Obviously werewolf skz is just *chef's kiss* so of course I had to write about it. So here's a Minho one ;)

Due to your parent’s unfortunate death, you had to move away to avoid being caught by the same hunters who killed them. By moving cities, it means moving schools too. Before this, you were in your dad’s pack which only consists of your mom, your dad and you. Now that they’re gone, it leaves you to being a lone wolf.

Hence, why you managed to enrol yourself into this new school after finding yourself a cheap rundown apartment.

You were an Omega werewolf which means you weren’t a part of any pack. You were a lone wolf. After your parents died, you had no one to go to. No friends, no family, nothing. You might as well just die.

Except, you knew your parents wouldn’t want that so you had to persevere and try to at least survive for as long as you can on your own. Throughout your whole life, you weren’t really able to detect any werewolves near you despite your amazing supernatural sense of smell.

So you thought you were alone from now on. Little did you know, the previous town you lived in just didn’t have your kind.

The 8 of them were a pack. To be more specific, they were in Chan’s pack. Chan was their leader but also an Alpha along with Minho and Changbin. Meanwhile, Hyunjin, Jisung, Felix, Seungmin and Jeongin were Betas. They’ve been together for quite a while now where Chan was initially only with Minho, Changbin and Hyunjin before he took in the other young ones after a few unfortunate circumstances.

Chan has been teaching them how to hunt, enhance their skills and basically provide them food and shelter. They were more like brothers instead of friends or acquaintances. Their bond was stronger than anything else. If one was injured, the other would know even if they were miles apart.

It was a warm Tuesday afternoon, the boys were just having lunch at their usual table when Changbin’s nose began to tickle with a strong scent, only for the others to smell it too right after.

“Hey, do you guys smell that?” Changbin asked quietly, earning a few nods from the rest.

Since Chan, Minho and Changbin were Alphas, they have slightly stronger werewolf senses compared to the others and they could tell that this scent was new. They knew a few other packs that were present on campus and were even friends with some of them but this?

This was a very new scent that they weren’t familiar with.

“Whoever this is, they clearly just transferred here.” Jisung stated nonchalantly.

“No shit sherlock.” Minho said, earning a low snarl from the younger boy.

“But where is it coming from? I would know if they’re in the room with us… Looks like they’re in the grounds just not in this cafeteria…” Chan said as his eyes began to scan the entire radius of the cafeteria hall.

“But can you tell if it’s a male or female?” Jeongin asked curiously only for Chan to turn back to his brothers and nod.

“It’s a female.”

A few minutes later, they were all gathered for the talk session they had with a motivational speaker regarding the academics. The 8 of them were seated in the middle row of the lecture hall. It was already filled with students from all courses, leaving only a few seats empty. One of which was at the very end of the row below them, right by the aisle and just in front of Felix.

Soon enough, the man began talking and introducing himself to the audience. The boys were just seated there, barely focusing. Neither of them were properly listening to the speaker.

However, their attention was soon diverted intensely when the same scent from earlier only grew stronger by the minute. Before they could even ask each other about it, a new face came stumbling in the main doors.

That’s when they realized where that scent was coming from.

It was you.

You were running late for the motivational talk which is why you were now sprinting across the campus to reach the main building which held the auditorium. Upon arriving, you managed to find the right hall after what felt like forever. The minute you pushed the double doors open, you were immediately met with at least 400 pairs of eyes.

The man standing on stage simply smiles at you and asks you to take a seat wherever you could find. He was nice and you could tell. However, your mind was currently spinning from the overwhelming amount of scents you could clearly smell in this hall.

There were at least 5 different werewolf packs in this room right now but there is one pack scent that was so strong and bold to you.

It literally stands out from the rest.

Just as you were about to walk to the steps on the side nearest to you, the strong grip on your forearm made you halt.

It was a lecturer you weren’t familiar with but you felt uneasy with him. The way he was staring at you from head to toe, his tightening grip on your arm made you wince.

“Are you a new student?” He asked lowly.

“Y-Yes.”

“Which class are you with?”

“I-I’m not sure. B-But I’ll just sit anywhere that’s available.” You frowned deeply before you yanked your arm out of his grip with a bit of struggle.

With that being said, you rushed up the steps towards the empty seat right next to the aisle. The moment you sat down, your fiery glare travelled back to the lecturer who was standing at the same spot he previously was in but his eyes were on you.

Damn him.

However, your mind seemed to grow fuzzy with the sudden strong scent that was intoxicating your senses now. It was so strong, as though whoever or whatever they are were extremely close to you.

Just then, the soft touch on your forearm made you flinch as you turned to come face to face with a pretty girl. She didn’t have any particular werewolf scent on her so you knew she was an ordinary human.

“Do you know which class you’re in?” She asked.

“Umm… I… I haven’t checked my timetable.”

She giggled softly before she continued, “Don’t forget to check it later so you know where to go after this. I’m Yeri by the way. You are?”

With that being said, you gave her a small smile before telling her your name.

“Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you Y/N. If you need help with anything, just ask okay?”

You nodded a little to acknowledge her but then your trail of vision got diverted to the male sitting a few seats diagonally above yours. What made you focus on him was the fact that his eyes were boring into yours. It wasn’t creepy or uncomfortable though. It was more like curiosity. You hold your stares for a bit and that’s when it hits you.

The scent.

It was from him.

A few nights had passed, there was going to be a full moon tonight so you decided to go hunting. Your aim was to practice your survival skills, one that your father taught you when he was still alive. You didn’t bother bringing any change of clothes, telling yourself you would most probably just go to your parent’s secret hideout in the woods.

So here you are, in the middle of the woods alone, finding yourself standing in an empty spot that had the full moon just directly above you. This spot wasn’t new to you.

This is where your parents violently got killed by the werewolf hunters.

During that horrible incident, you were hiding behind one of the huge trees after your parents told you to run. The last thing you saw was your father’s head being decapitated mercilessly before you took off running on all four paws.

Running as fast as you can, praying that the hunters didn’t catch you.

Lucky for you, they didn’t. And yet, you knew they would do everything in their will to continue finding you which is why you moved.

You were taking in the beautiful moon, deciding to change into your furry self so that you could move freely through the woods. After about an hour of just running and strolling through the woods, playing in the lake, chasing bunnies, you figured you wanted to take a quick rest.

It wasn’t until you stepped onto a pile of dead leaves that the sharp click followed by a loud snap echoed through the woods. A shrilling howl left your lips as the pain began to crawl up your broken hind legs where your human ankle would be.

You whimpered in pain, your entire body collapsing to the ground when you realized you were trapped.

Just then, a soft click of a shotgun’s hammer sounded as they locked the bullet in place and were left with pulling the trigger. Your vision was getting blurred from the tears welling up in your eyes.

Your bright gold eyes were flooded with tears, a weak whine leaving your lips as you looked up at the man who killed your parents a month ago.

“Say goodnight. Your parents are dying to see you in the afterlife.” He said while he pointed the gun to your forehead.

However, before he could pull the trigger, a low growl came from somewhere behind you.

The last thing you saw was a larger silver coloured wolf lunging itself onto the hunter and soon began to wrestle with him, only to receive help from another wolf equally the same size but a light brown colour.

And a few seconds later, you passed out cold.

The boys were in their wolf forms, strolling through the woods like they usually do except tonight with the full moon shining down at them. Everyone was having their own fun. Chan and Minho were lingering behind their younger brothers, watching over them and their safety.

Changbin was walking with Jeongin in the centre, once in a while playfully nudging Jeongin’s side with the tip of his snout.

Jisung, Felix and Hyunjin were playing catch but making sure to stick close by while Seungmin was just breaking out into small jogs and twirls excitedly whenever he comes across a field of dandelions on the grass patches.

They were all roaming freely together when all of a sudden, a shrilling scream echoed in their sensitive ears making them all halt to a stop.

“What was that?!” Jisung asked through telepathy, only for Chan to transfer his message to the rest of the boys through his mind.

“I don’t know but it sounds close by.”

“I don’t feel good about this. I think someone’s injured.” Hyunjin said worriedly. However, before anyone could continue, a certain scent intoxicated Minho’s nostrils and he knew exactly what it was or who it was.

“It’s that new girl from school. She’s caught in a metal trap. We have to help her. Now!” Minho said firmly as he began running through the woods, using his sense of smell to try and detect your location. The minute he saw the man standing over your limp body with one of your hind legs horribly clamped between the metal bars, Minho raced over to you.

Right before the man could pull the trigger, Minho leaped out from the shadows, sending the man flying backwards along with himself. Minho tackles the man easily as he growls in the man’s face.

Chan soon joins in to give Minho a hand. Chan bit the shotgun and tosses it far from reach.

Right when the man began to plead for them to spare his life, Minho lets out one last growl followed by a hiss before he bites the man’s head off without a single ounce of mercy.

Normally, Chan does not condone violence to his pack. He only allows it during a life and death situation and if it involves werewolf hunters.

After the hunter’s body was laying there limp, like a headless chicken, Minho licks his canine teeth tasting the disgusting blood coating them. His glowing red eyes bore deep into the limp body, feeling anger taking over him until he heard Seungmin’s soft voice through the telepathy.

“Hyung, she fell unconscious.”

With that, Minho turned around as he and Chan quickly went over to where your body laid.

Your chest was barely moving, your leg was bleeding and probably broken, there was no sign of other injuries except for your leg.

Meanwhile, Changbin, Felix, Hyunjin, Jisung and Jeongin were guarding the perimeter, senses heightened so as to be able to detect any danger coming their way just like how Chan had trained them to perfection.

Chan sniffed the metal trap to try and see if he could break you free from it.

“Minho, bite the other clasp. I’ll bite this side then we’ll try and pull it apart.” Chan said as the younger one walked around Seungmin and soon bit down one side of the clasp like Chan says.

The two of them managed to free your broken leg from the metal trap but now, your leg was bleeding quite a lot.

“What should we do now?” Seungmin asked.

“Take her back to our place. We’ll treat her injuries and wait till she wakes up.” Chan said firmly, earning a nod from the two boys.

Chan called the others over, asking Changbin to help him carry your limp body together.

Chan slides his head under your shoulders while Changbin does the same beside the leader. Once they were both standing on all fours, your body was splayed over their backs horizontally with your head hanging over the side of Changbin’s furry body.

They brought you back to their home, only for Felix to attend to your injury. After they had transformed back to their human self, they wore back their clothes before they went to make sure you were okay.

Felix had just finished cleaning your bloodied wound, washing it with rubbing alcohol to get rid of any bacteria when you slowly began to transform back into your human self.

Of course, you were still unconscious but you were now laying on their couch butt naked with your private parts shielded by your arms and the cross of your thighs.

Nevertheless, the boys quickly diverted their gazes away from you even though you weren’t awake.

They respected you being the only female in the house, which is why Hyunjin ran to the nearest room to get a cosy blanket and soon came back, covering your naked body with it. Felix managed to wrap your leg with the bandage but that was it. They wouldn’t want to help you wear any clothes simply because that would mean they would have to handle your nude self.

Since you were practically strangers, they weren’t gonna do it simply out of respect for you. “Now we wait…” Chan announced as the rest of them nodded.

You didn’t know how long you were out but the sudden warmth and soft material hugging your body made you stir awake. You struggled to focus your vision, finding the bright light a little too overwhelming for you.

Where are you?

Your mind was racing with thoughts. A whole list of possible scenarios were going through your mind, making a guess of which one it was.

Just then, a very familiar scent entered your nose and you recognized it immediately.

That’s when you managed to focus your blurry vision towards the figures that were gathered around the room you were currently in, finally recognizing the faces that were staring back at you in utter concern.

However, it was still a little surprising for you since you were not only in a room filled with guys who were practically strangers to you, you were also butt naked save for the blanket to shield you from their eyes. With that being said, this made you squeak as a soft gasp left your lips.

You hastily sat up, desperately pulling the blanket tighter against your body. The light brown haired male carefully approached you with his hands out in front of them to tell you he was harmless.

“Woah, hey… hey… relax, we’re not gonna hurt you. I promise. Okay?” The leader said with a warm smile as your eyes went to scan him.

You could immediately sense that what he said was true and that they all meant no harm to you. When he noticed your shoulders relax a bit, he smiled before he carefully sat down beside you, making sure to avoid your broken leg.

“How are you feeling?” He asked as you noticed the others were intently staring between you and their leader.

“I… It hurts…” You whispered, eyes finding its own way to the one leaning against the shelves with his arms crossed over his chest. He had ash blue hair, his eye shape was similar to a feline cat and you vividly remember he was the same guy you had a mini staring contest on that first day in the auditorium hall.

“I know it does. So we will try our best to take care of you until it heals… But, only if you agree to stay and let us help. Of course we understand if you want to leave since you don’t know us. It’s up to you. We won’t force you.” The leader said, making you turn to him as your grip on the blanket only loosened slightly.

It didn’t take long for you to decide on staying after you practically could sense sincerity and safety from them. So upon agreeing to their kind offer, the leader went ahead and introduced them to you.

“Since we don’t have any female clothes for you, are you okay if we lend you some of ours for the time being?” Chan asked, to which you nodded gently.

You carefully got up, making sure to wrap the blanket around your body securely. However, the minute you put a small amount of pressure on your injured leg, your knee buckled from the excruciating pain. A soft whimper left your lips as you were about to collapse to the ground. Instead, you never made it to the ground thanks to the strong pair of arms that reached out just in time to catch your waist.

Your free hand flew out to grab onto his shirt, not really seeing who saved you from the fall until you looked up to see who it was.

It’s Minho.

“Woah, be careful. Are you okay?” He asked as you nodded. Except, he didn’t miss the tear that was threatening to roll down your cheeks. You were visibly trying to hold in the pain but he knew it was difficult.

“Let me help.” He offered softly as you could only nod.

With that being said, Minho bends down to carry you bridal style before telling his brothers that he was going to bring you to his room for you to change and rest in. Chan agreed saying it was a good idea since it was already nearing 1 in the morning.

Once Minho made it to his bedroom, he brought you in only to close the door behind him using his foot. He gently placed you down on his king sized bed, making sure to not hurt your leg.

After he laid you down on the bed, he went over to his closet and took out a clean oversized shirt and sweatpants.

“Here, change into this then go and rest. I’ll be downstairs if you need anything. The others will be right down the hall in their bedrooms, okay?” His voice was so gentle, you almost forgot you didn't know this guy personally.

When he saw you nod subtly, he flashed you a smile and was about to leave when you grabbed his wrist softly to stop him.

“Thank you… all of you…” You whispered, earning a smile from him before he told you to rest.

The small jolt of electricity running through your veins at the skin contact didn’t go unnoticed between you two but you decided to ignore it until he left. The minute he closed the door, you gently caressed your hand that reached out for his wrist.

Little did you know, he did the same to his hand where you left a tingling sensation to his skin.

What was that feeling?

From the first day they met you at the auditorium, Chan could already sense you were an Omega. That night when they saved you from being killed, Chan already knew he would take you into the pack. It was just a matter of whether or not you want to accept his offer. It has been three months since they saved you that night.

Ever since then, it was pretty obvious that you’ve grown slightly closer to them and they were already treating you like a part of their pack. Despite not giving a firm answer yet on whether you want to officially be in their pack or not, Chan still treated you with respect and like you were a part of their little family.

And for that, you were grateful.

However, during the past three months, you’ve also developed a little crush on Minho.

Not only was he always sweet and caring towards you, he was also the one who offered to lend you his bedroom and his clothes when you stayed over for the few days after you got injured.

Although you tried your best to hide your feelings for him, it looks like the other boys could sense it considering how Jisung and Felix would sometimes tease you whenever Minho was around. You would normally just brush them off or just plainly ignore them. Yet, sometimes Minho would catch you blushing when the boys tease you about him and he couldn’t help but find you adorable.

It was a Thursday afternoon, you had just finished your first class and were just keeping some of your books in your locker when a figure appeared beside you with an arm resting against the lockers. You glanced up to find Minho smiling down at you adorably, his eyes disappearing into two crescent moons.

“Hey, joining us for lunch?” He asked.

“Yeah, just keeping some books I don’t need for later.” You said, only to feel him tuck the stray hairs behind your ear.

This small gesture was enough to make your heart skip a beat in your chest. You tried to ignore the feeling but he was making it so difficult as he soon began to gently play with your hair, telling you it's pretty and soft.

You couldn’t help but giggle as he slid his hand down only to rest on your waist. After you closed your locker, you turned to face him, letting him slide his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him. However, before any of you could say anything, Changbin’s teasing voice broke out from behind you.

“Aye, finally the two lovebirds acknowledge each other’s feelings huh?” This made Jisung and Chan, who were with Changbin, to chuckle in amusement.

You pulled away from Minho only for the boy to speak up.

“Seo Changbin, if you don’t keep that stupid mouth of yours shut, I’ll make sure you sleep on the porch tonight.” Minho threatened, earning a silly face from Changbin who clearly gives no shit.

A few more weeks went by, you only grew closer and closer to the boys and yet you still weren’t in their pack. You had been so dependent on your parents that when they left you, it almost rendered you insane. It took you a while to accept that you were a lone wolf but after that incident, it only made you stronger and much more independent.

That’s why until now, you still haven’t accepted Chan’s offer on being in his pack despite knowing they were good people. It wasn’t because you still didn’t trust these boys. It was just in your nature for being an Omega, to feel independent.

It was a Friday evening, you haven’t been to the boys’ place for almost a week now but you still saw them and spent time with them in school.

Just then, you distinctly heard a familiar howl which sounded like they were in pain.

It was far but you knew where it came from and who the howl belonged to. You didn’t bother changing out of your pyjamas, running out of your apartment and straight to the direction of the howl through the woods that were right behind your run down apartment complex.

You ran as fast as your two feet could take you, already memorizing the woods in the back of your head. You followed the scent as it got stronger with every corner you took which means you were getting close.

That’s when you recognized Chan and Changbin’s furry self attacking the three hunters while Minho’s wolf form was laying there on the ground against the tree with his mouth in a nuzzle.

“No, no, no!” You hissed as you ran to him, cupping his large wolf face in your small hands.

“Minho! Minho, can you hear me? Please tell me you can hear me! Please…” You whispered desperately as his eyes were closed. You reached behind his head to unclasp the nuzzle, freeing his snout from it.

You looked around to see there was a shotgun laying just a few feet from you so you crawled over to it and locked the bullets in place before you aimed it at the hunter that was struggling under Chan’s grip. One of the 3 hunters was lying dead on the ground headless. So with one deep breath, you pulled the trigger, shooting the hunter straight through the side of his head.

Chan jumped back a little only to turn to the side and locked eyes with you who had the gun pointed to them. You quickly shifted your aim to Changbin and the last hunter, but it was slightly difficult due to them rolling and throwing each other around.

Before you could pull the trigger, Changbin growled and soon tore the hunter’s limbs apart one by one before settling for the head.

You threw the shotgun as far away as possible, turning back to Minho who was going in and out of consciousness. However, feeling as though you needed to make sure he was still alive, you gently stroked his furry chest to try and feel for his heartbeat.

Chan and Changbin came back to you and Minho, only for them to talk to you through telepathy.

“He’s badly wounded. We need to aid him fast.” Chan said.

“Let’s quickly get him home. Are you gonna stay with us tonight?” Changbin asked, making you nod at them.

With that being said, all four of you quickly made it back to their home with Minho on top of the two, just like they did with you on the night they found you trapped.

Once you all arrived at their house, you quickly ran to their door, knocking it frantically and it took them less than 2 seconds to open the door.

“Oh shit, quickly, get in.” Hyunjin said as the 3 wolves entered only for the two to gently place Minho on the couch.

“His leg got shot twice, one more on his left rib and a plunge to his shoulder.” Changbin told Felix as the younger one began to get to work with Seungmin’s assistance. In the meantime, the two boys went upstairs to go change while you stayed behind with the others in the kitchen.

“How come you were with them?” Jisung asked as you leaned against the counter with Hyunjin standing beside you while Jisung and Jeongin stood opposite from you.

“I was at home when I heard a howl. I knew immediately they were in pain and it sounded very familiar. So I went to check.” You explained as the boys exchanged knowing glances to one another.

“Noona? Can I ask you something?” Jisung asked.

“Sure.”

“Did you get any particular feeling when you heard the howl?”

“I just… I felt like it was someone close to me. Someone I cared for… Someone I-”

“-love?” Jeongin finished your sentence for you, making you look up at him with wide eyes.

“We know… We can always tell when one of us is in love… And we’ve known that from the start about Minho towards you. We just… couldn’t tell exactly for you since you’re not part of the pack.” Hyunjin explained, only for you to understand better.

Minho loves you?

You frowned as you stared at your feet for a while before you looked past Jisung’s shoulder to find Seungmin placing a blanket over Minho’s wolf form.

You were worried. You were terrified. The last thing you wanted was to never get to say goodbye to him. Never get to say the three words you hoped to tell him one day. Lucky for you, it wasn’t going to be a worry for you anytime soon.

Felix and Seungmin carefully left Minho there to rest as they approached the four of you in the kitchen.

“How is he?” Jeongin asked.

“He just needs plenty of rest. We managed to take out the bullets so I’m sure he’ll be fine by tomorrow.” Felix explained.

Since Minho was an Alpha, it means that he heals faster than the younger ones did. Same goes for Chan and Changbin if they ever got injured by something that wasn’t deadly to them. So with that being said, you excused yourself to go check on Minho, earning nods from the rest of them.

They watched as you made your way to Minho’s peaceful form on the couch.

“Why can’t they just confess already? They’re practically the perfect soulmates for each other.” Seungmin sighed with a smile.

“I know right?” Felix giggled.

“Come on, let’s give them some space.” Hyunjin said as he began to pull his brothers upstairs to let you and Minho have some privacy.

You sat on the floor in front of Minho’s adorable snout, gently caressing his soft fur on his neck. You gave him a small kiss on the tip of his nose before whispering to him.

“Please be okay… I don’t want to lose you.”

His soft breaths filled your sensitive ears as you stroked his chest like a lullaby for him.

A few minutes of silence accompanied you, allowing yourself to drift off to sleep with the top of your head leaning against his neck and right underneath his chin. You didn’t know how long you were asleep but you woke up to the feeling of someone gently caressing your hair.

Successfully stirring awake, you brought your head up only to find Minho back in his human form and still in all his naked glory but with the blanket covering his waist down.

You immediately got to your knees and wrapped your arms around his neck, earning a soft giggle from him as he snaked his arms around your waist.

“Hi princess.” His sultry voice echoes in your ear, making you blush.

“I’m so glad you’re okay!” You whispered, hearing him chuckle softly.

“Of course I have to be okay, I won’t leave you hanging.” His words made you pull back from him, staring into his adorable round eyes. Minho could sense your confusion in which he laughed.

With that, he reached up to cup your cheeks and gently caressed it with his thumbs before he whispered.

“I won’t ever leave you.”

You didn’t know what came over you but you suddenly felt brave. It has been screaming at you to do this for quite a while now, you just chose to ignore it. But this time, you felt like it was the right time to do it.

So with one small breath, you leaned in to kiss him, feeling him instantly smile against your lips. Both of you felt sparks shooting out of the kiss as he pulled you on top of him. His hands flew down to your waist while your small hands cupped his face softly.

Minho’s tongue teased you as he licked your bottom lip before tugging it in between his teeth.

His grip on your waist tightened, making you sit firmly on his thighs. You completely forgot he was butt naked until you felt something poking your inner thigh. It wasn’t until he pulled away from your lips to smile cheekily up at you.

“Should we go to my bedroom?” He asked, making you giggle.

“Are you sure you’re healed? I wouldn’t want to hurt you.” You asked.

Minho kissed you again only to pull back and smirk, “Trust me sweetheart, I’m already good to go. I’m an Alpha, remember?” You rolled your eyes at his cockiness but nevertheless found it so attractive.

Minho laughed as he captured you in a kiss yet again before he stood up with you on his waist, your legs wrapped around his hips. A small yelp escaped your lips as he carried you up to his bedroom. Once you made it to his room, he kicked his door close and locked it before gently tossing you onto his bed.

He crawled over to you until he was situated in between your legs, making you nervous.

“You know you can always tell me to stop if you’re uncomfortable, right baby? I will never force you to do something you’re not okay with.” Minho reassured you as he caressed your cheek lovingly.

You were nervous, yes because it would be your first time mating. However, you didn’t feel uncomfortable because you trusted him. So you weren’t going to stop him.

Not now. Not ever.

“I want you… Minho. Please… I… I love you.” You whispered with your eyes closed, too afraid to look at him. What you missed was how his eyes grew even softer the minute you said those last three words. Minho never felt this way before. Sure he has mated before and none of it works out. But this time, it all felt so foreign to him.

You weren’t just another one of his playmates. You weren’t a random stranger whom he would have sex with and leave. You were someone he cared for, someone he grew fond of, someone he trusts, and most importantly, someone he loves.

With that being said, Minho smiles as he leans down to close the gap before he whispers against your lips.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

Right after, he kisses you like his life depends on it. Pouring out his love for you through the kiss, hoping you could feel his sincerity. He felt your hands sliding down his chest, only to trace your fingertips along the outlines of his abs.

He helped you discard your pyjamas, tossing them onto the ground as he then realized you only had your panties and no bra.

“Did you really just leave your apartment like this?” He chuckled, pecking your lips a few times.

“I got worried okay... I wanted to make sure no one’s hurt…” You blushed as he teased you.

“Aww, so you rushed out without thinking to change just because you were worried about me?” Minho smirked down at you.

“Shut up, Min. I didn’t know who it was when I ran out okay…” You pushed his face away with your hands only for him to bury his face in the crook of your neck.

“Yeah, sure.”

“I’m serious!” You pouted as he pulled away to look at your disappointed face, making him chuckle and kiss you repeatedly, saying you looked too cute.

“Okay okay, I believe you baby.” Minho chuckled, cupping your cheeks to kiss you again, this time letting his lips linger there for a bit. Both of you took your own sweet time with each other. He promised to be gentle with you and that was exactly what he did. Only going rough once in a while so that you could both reach your highs.

Minho marked you as his partner and you were happy he did. But there was only one thing left that you haven’t done.

After he cleaned you, you were both lying in bed under his soft duvet. He was just gently playing with your hair while you laid your head on his chest. His mind was filled with nothing but you. All until you spoke up.

“I want to be in Chan’s pack.”

Minho’s fingers stopped whatever it was doing, only for him to stare down at you.

“What did you say?”

“I’ve thought about it… And I want to be in Chan’s pack.” You repeated again, causing him to smile.

“Wait… are you serious?”

You nodded with a small smile, making him huff. After almost 4 months of spending time with them, getting to know each of them better, you realized that they were nothing but a family to one another. And with your tragic past, maybe being in Chan’s pack wouldn’t be so bad. Not only will you have a family of your own, but you also have someone who you loved dearly.

So why not right?

With that being said, Minho kissed you again and again on your cheeks, your nose, your forehead and your lips. All you did was giggle.

“Let’s go tell Chan!” Minho said excitedly as he leaped out of bed butt naked, going around to collect both your clothes that were scattered on the floor. Once you were both changed, he grabs your hands and laces his fingers with yours only to run down the hall, accidentally bumping into Jisung and Changbin as you did so.

“Bang Chan!” Minho called out as he burst open the elder’s bedroom door, only to find Chan just reading something from his book shelves.

“Oh, hey guys. What’s up?” Chan smiled as he placed his book down on the desk but Minho was quick to tell him the news.

“Y/N wants to be part of the pack.”

With that, Chan’s eyes grew wide as he stared at you with a happy glint in his eyes.

“Really?”

You gave him a firm nod in which Chan couldn’t help but grin.

“Well then, welcome to the family Y/N.” Chan announced, only for the rest of them to rush in.

“Noona’s finally part of us?!” Felix and Jisung asked in unison, earning a solid yes from Chan. The younger ones immediately ran to you to give you a hug. You couldn’t help but giggle as they welcomed you warmly. After you were done exchanging hugs, Chan spoke up to get everyone’s attention.

“Also, I think it’s pretty clear that Y/N is now out of bound to the rest of us except Minho.” Chan smirked, wiggling his eyebrows at the male who had his fingers laced with yours.

“Yeah so don’t even think about it.” Minho warned, pretending to threaten his brothers but of course he didn’t actually plan to hurt them if they got close to you since they already loved you like a sister.

“Don’t worry brother, she’s all yours.” Changbin smiled cheekily, only for you to blush.

You were glad that you found them. You were glad they saved you that night and not any other pack. You were glad they came into your life. Because they taught you how to be strong again. They taught you how to survive. And most importantly, Minho taught you how to love again.

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Just saw your Tommy Secretary and AMAZING…. But all I can think of now if Tommy Shelby and cock warming so thanks for that 😅

Well now its all I can think about too.

I'm going to write something and its all your fault anon, but also thank you for the idea lol

Cock warming under the cut but its so fucking soft guys

Anyways

*****

It's late when Thomas gets in, the crescent moon is hung high among the stars, illuminating the grounds of Arrow House and filtering through the long, arched windows. Its a beautiful night, and as he glances at the sky, the only he can think of is how much she'd probably enjoy it. She loves the moon, he loves the way her face looks in the moonlight; ethereally stunning, as if to remind him that he was pretty damn lucky when she agreed to join him at the races a couple years ago.

One Sunday afternoon had turned to a lifetime together.

When his minds shifts to thoughts of Y/n as Thomas trudges through the front door, he finds himself far more eager to retire next to her than he was before. Thomas can feel the weight of tire in his very bones, his eyes are heavy too and his mind is worked and over worked twice over. Things have been going wrong and Thomas is beginning to feel like the more he tries to get them on track again, the more they unravel. By the time he'd left is office that night, he wasn't sure if he could even manage one singular thought anymore, at least, not without being bombarded by two dozen others.

He can't wrangle the storm raging on in his mind, so he's going to only person that can.

He knows she's already asleep and Thomas has no direct intention of waking her, but he does ache to be close. So close that he can feel her breath warming his face, so close that its really nothing more than her embrace holding his pieces together, so close that it feels like the darkness of his soul is being illuminated by the brightness of hers.

Upstairs, he strips down almost completely and freshens up before shuffling under the sheets, clad in nothing more than plain white trunks. As suspected, Y/n is fast asleep, soft even breaths seeping past her perfect lips, hair strewn over her face in the most beautiful of ways and hints of the pale moonlight filtering through the bedroom's furthest window washing her serene features. He'd been right earlier, the moon does enhance her remarkable beauty.

"Are you just getting in?" Y/n probes drowsily, shifting until her back is against his chest, and instinctively, Thomas drapes an arm over her waist, securing her to him.

"No," Thomas lies, hoping to dismiss her concern, "I've been working in me office downstairs," he pecks her hair, letting his face linger there for a moment so he can breathe her scent.

"Liar," Y/n rests one of her hands over the one of his that stays on her hip, "I heard your car come in," he can almost hear her faint smile.

"Caught me, eh?" He chuckles tiredly.

"Mhm," Y/n hums triumphantly, "You've been so busy," she sighs heavily, "You need to relax, darling."

"I don't know how to do that," he admits wearily, "Stop worrying about me and go back to sleep," he kisses her hair

"I'll always worry about you," she protests quietly, "And I want to help you feel better," Y/n adds, affectionately tightening her grip on his hand.

"Yeah?" Thomas smiles tiredly, "Just being here with you makes me feel better," he reassures. When Y/n nuzzles closer, consequently eliciting a stir in his crotch, Thomas bends his head, burying his face in her hair and adds; "Unless you've got something else in mind."

She giggles softly, "That depends on what you want. What do you want, Thomas?" Her voice is soft and sultry, and that time, when Y/n wiggles her hips, resulting in her ass grinding against his crotch, Thomas is certain that its on purpose.

Momentarily, his hand deserts her hip to brushes her hair away from her neck, and he arches up slightly so he can whisper close to her ear, "I want you, sweetheart," kisses the warm skin behind her lobe, "I want to feel you," his rough palm roves the topography of Y/n's silk adorned curves. Thomas knows them by heart, he can draw a map of his wife from memory if asked. He could be blindfolded and still tell her apart from every other woman in the world by just brushing her skin.

"Then feel me, love," Y/n permitted, once more taking his hand, that time guiding it under the lacy hem of her short, crimson nightie, "I'm all yours."

Thomas' middle finger grazed her nub and he could feel the slick moisture of her arousal. The contact stiffened his already hardened erection and he exhaled harshly against her ear. "And I'm all yours," he promised; much of England would assume that Thomas Shelby belonged to no one, but there were wrong, the woman in that bed, in his arms, he belonged to her. All of him, his worst parts and his very best ones was all hers.

After moment spent focusing on her bundle of nerves, Thomas removes his fingers, spreading the silky moisture around the area just below her stomach. He holds her there, hand flattened, while using his free one to guide his erect member to her soaked core, sheathing himself deep between her thighs and earning himself a sharp gasp.

A low hum rises from the depths of his chest as he settles into the feel of her enclosing him; warm, wet, tight and reminding Thomas of a thought that always lingers in the back of his mind;

She's made for him, and he for her.

A heavy breath rushes past Thomas' lips and he presses his hand into her stomach, "I love you," he divulges, hooking one leg over hers, simultaneously achieving a deeper reach and keeping Y/n tangled up in him.

Nuzzling closer, a feat which should be impossible considering their proximity, Y/n returns, soft and breathy, "I love you too," her palm graces his forearm with her warm touch, settling to loosely grasp his wrist.

Thomas didn't move, or thrust or do anything but lay there, cocooned in his wife's sensitive walls, reveling in the feel of her and allowing the sensation to soothe him. Being like that with her, with their bodies so intertwined, also affords him the control that he's been missing lately; his wife, the woman who has wholly given herself to him without question or exorbitant expectations, is completely and utterly his and in this moment, and others like these, he weilds unrivaled control.

Even when she moves slightly in an attempt to achieve friction, Thomas firmly keeps her on place, "No," he admonishes, "I want to stay just like this," he explains, almost high on the way it feels to have Y/n, all of her, closed in around the throbbing veins running along his member.

"Just like this," he reaffirms, pressing a long, lazy kiss to the back of her neck. Just like that, in an act of unadulterated intimacy between two spouses, Thomas finds that he is blissfully relieved of every thread of stress that had formerly weighed him down.

Its perfection really, being inside her, feels like perfection.

*****

This is probably not what you had in mind anon but ajkaskahsa my silly little brain spiraled. Maybe I can write something more salacious one day though

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Hi love, I adore your writing so much! And as you just asked for some ideas/concepts here’s mine for Jack Grealish from prompts list 2: fluff #11 where he’s asking her (she’s his best friend) to go for a walk cause there’s so much going on in his life and he just needs to talk. fluff #36, angst #31 and a happy ending please? Basically a Best friends to lovers thing as I’m a sap for that…thank you!! xx

Fluff #11; “I know it’s 2 in the morning but do you want to…”

Fluff #36; “because I fell for you, isn’t it obvious?”

hope I did this justice for you!

Fell for you

“Jesus god,” you grumbled with hands aimlessly palming across the mattress for the blaring sound of your phone from its place charging somewhere on the bed. Your next move is an elongated “Ahhhhh,” sound, fatigue still holding tightly onto your body in a way that seals your eyes shut even as you try to shut off the sound your phone was deafening your with. In a wakened state, you might’ve noticed that it was your ringtone that had interrupted your sleep. However as tired as you were you ruled it as your alarm right away and moved yourself into seated position with the duvet still wrapped tight around you and your eyes still shut.

You were suspended in that space between being asleep and being awake, still sitting up when the offensive sound came screaming through your phone once again.

This time, your eyes snapped open in fright and the fatigue-blurred letters of Jack Grealish’s name popped up across the top of your screen.

“How is it morning already?” You protest down the line, a heavy sigh passing your lips to follow. Jack’s chuckle can be heard through the line, “It’s not.” He replies simply, prompting you to pull your phone away from your ear to hold out in front if your face.

02:17am

“Then why on earth am I up?” You mumble, a question more posed to yourself than the man on the other end. “Wait, why are you up? And why are you calling so early?”

“I’m outside your door.”

“You’re what?!” You throw back your duvet and swing your legs over the side of the bed. You’ve hung up the phone already by the time you reach the front door at a tired shuffle. His hair is tousled when you see him, like he’s been running his hands through it over and over, you imagine that he has. He does that when he’s stressed. You have to squint against the street lights and his car headlights outside, still on as it sits running on the street. “Can we go somewhere?” He asks, his voice as desperate as his eyes look when he speaks, begging you to agree. Not that he would need to beg. You’d do anything for that man. Even if it did mean dragging yourself from your bed at 2 in the morning.

“Course.”

No question, no pressure. He loves that from you. He knows you’ll ask him later and when the time is right you’ll force him to tell you of course. Now is not that time yet and you’re nowhere near awake enough to do so much anyway. “Let me just grab my-“

“I have a hoodie in the car and your shoes in my boot.” He cuts in, tugging your arm gently out the door of your house. He knows you better than any other person in this world, so he knows full and well that there’s not much you are going to do in the way of protesting when you’re so soon out of sleep. He’d often teased with layers of worry deeper beneath that he genuinely worried for you living on your own. You open the door to people far too easily, and he will not fail to bring that up sometime tomorrow. For now, he steps into your doorway where you had stood moments before, grabs your keys from the cabinet and pulls the door closed behind him with a click of the latch locking behind him.

The cold paving stones beneath your feet make you shine in protest, shifting your weight between each one to ease the chill. In was in that cold that you look down and make the realisation, or rather come to remember the fact that you don’t have any pyjama bottoms on. “Jack!” You yelp, “I’m not wearing trousers!” You suddenly feel very exposed and rightly so, standing outside your home suddenly very awake in only a long claret and blue shirt that only extended down to the middle of your thighs. “Eh?” He whips around, “You what?”

It’s only now he really takes you in with rosy cheeks from embarrassment, your hair messed up from your sleep. His frantic eyes soften and his heart stops thundering in his chest finally. The sight of you there calms him. You’re there. Right there. His (y/n) is right there in front of him.

“What’s the rush, Jack? Is everything okay?”

Your gentle words and tired eyes bring him back to the ground, the flurry of his racing thoughts only now finally calmed. He often acts on impulse, but you are always able to slow his brain down a few paces. His sits heavily, "I know it's two am but...do you think we could go somewhere. My heads fuckin'... I don't even know." He dips back down to run that hand through his hair once again. His words stoke a bit of a worry in you, head tilted to the side in question. Jack doesn't tend to be the kind who gets himself panicked and all wound up like he has right now. That's more your half of the friendship. You did the worrying, he did the easygoing.

"It's okay, Jack. Of course. Come on then, let's go." You nod your head and he goes around the back of the car to get the shoes and socks he promised you. You very nearly choked up a lung when he presented you with a brand new Balenciaga box. "What the fuck, Jack?" You all but wheeze out, head whipping towards him climbing into the passenger seat.

"Got you a present 'cause I'm leaving soon." He shrugs with a jaw-dropping ease. You list open the lid and inside sit a pair of sliders that cost nearly £400. You physically gawp. "Oh my god."

"What?" Jack asks, drawing out of his parking spot on the street, "Heard you telling your mum you needed new sliders for the summer, do you not like 'em?"

His nerves would be clear in his voice if you hadn't been in such a ferocious level of shock. You're glad you weren't eating anything because it surely would have choked you to death. Of course you had seen Jack wearing brands like Balenciaga, Gucci, Versace and the likes, but you had never owned such an expensive piece of clothing. "I mean of course I love them, J but I meant from Primark or bloody amazon, you shouldn't have spent al that money on me." You protested, but Jack really pays it no mind. In fact, the suggestion that you don't deserve everything luxurious that this world has to offer offends him more than it does anything else. You should know that you deserve everything good that this world can give and he has the means to actually give that to you. He'd count himself an absolute fool not to.

"Gonna pretend you didn't say that." He mutters, eyes kept carefully on the empty road ahead of his car. Your eyebrows are furrowed, a part of you brain still very much trying to a) wake up and b) process the expensive of the gift he handed to you so casually. "Not arguing about it either." His voice cuts you off the second you open your mouth to speak, shutting down your protest before it even leaves you.

As the fatigue of your sleep wears off, your mind continues to be just as boggled as it had been the moment his name popped up on your screen at 2am, if not more boggled now.

"You're acting so weird, Jack. What the hell is going on with you today?" Your insistence is careful with your pressure. It's enough to try to open him up but not enough to make it sound like a confrontation. Neither you nor Jack like confrontation especially with each other. The words make him chew on his lip as he careens the large white range rover through a turn that leads up a gravel road that crunches beneath his tires. The stops when he's met with a with a large gate that prevents cars but a little slot for people to walk through. Jack leaves his door open when he leaves the car with a curtly mumbled "Stay here" as he does. He pushes open the gate with ease before he gets back in the car and follows the path up the hill further.

He stop abruptly in a very small gravel car park without any parking lines to abide and steps out, slamming his door behind him like he absolutely always does; you swear that man couldn't be quiet if his life depended on it. Which was another reason why you were so surprised by his silence. You clamber out after him with that same fear of falling flat on your face that always fills your mind each and every time you leave his car. But Jack is where he has been every time you step out the Range Rover since the first day he got it; standing by your door to hold your hand so you can jump out without a trip onto the gravel beneath. He shuts the door behind you and hands you a spare pair of his loose fitting track pants.

On an average day you might've teased the reason he hasn't worn them was because they wouldn't have squeezed the life out his legs. Today wasn't one of those days, so you slip them on without a word. Followed up by his way too big for you socks and the brand new black slides. Even wide awake, this confuses you to no end. Jack was never quiet and never elusive. He was boisterous, loud, open and confident.

The second you turn around, you realise why he brought you here.

The view of the stars, the sky completely clear. There wasn't a street lamp in sight. The moon provided the kind of spotlight hue that you kind of thought only existed in the enhancement of Hollywood movies. "Woah," you breathe, words stolen by its beauty.

"Yeah," Jack laughs, "Now you know how I feel every time I look at you."

You head turns to him so fast it sends your head spinning a little, or maybe that's just the shock of his words. You couldn't tell.

"What?"

He shrugs his shoulders, scuffing his feet along the gravel to meet up with where you stand. But he freezes before he gets the chance.

"Why are you wearing that?" He asks, a very sudden cold change in his tone that actually makes your body feel colder. "Wearing what? This?" You gesture to the claret and blue shirt you had thrown on in a haste to get to him standing at your front door a short while ago. You turn to see his unhappy scowl and the firm discontented cross of his strong arms. "Yeah that," he grumbles, "And where'd you even get it." He adds with a flare of his nostrils. He looks adorable angry like this, like he's trying so hard to look angry when his emotions lie truly elsewhere.

You look down at the shirt with furrowed brows, before you shift your shoulder forward, crane your neck and pull the material around to view the back as best you could. "What's wrong with it?" You ask finally, attempts to defy the natural state of your body failing to allow you to see your back.

"It's Ginny's." Jack states as if its the most obvious thing in the world. You just look at him bewildered. "And?"

He huffs as he takes a few more heavy steps up to you, looking like he had a lot of things to say without any way of being able to get them to coordinate from his brain to his lips. "Why do you have Ginny's shirt though?"

You breathe a little bit of laughter at him, shaking your head softly. "it was just a joke. I saw him after a match waiting for you so I jumped out at him and pretended to be a fan for a video and he signed it and gave to me as a joke. I just threw it on when you showed up at my door in the middle of the night. Wasn't exactly a fashion statement."

Jack still grunts in dissatisfaction at your answer, refusing to meet your eyes. "You have plenty of mine to wear though, don't need his." His argues in a disgruntled grumble. You raise and drop your arms down by your side with a sigh. He was really testing your patience now. "Hm, last time I checked you couldn't give me yours anymore because your ex didn't like it." You protest with a wag of your finger, making him turn his head downwards with something like a shudder running through him at the mention of her name. "Yeah well there's a reason she's my ex innit." He mutters under his breath.

"What the hell is the problem with you today Jack?" You exclaim, his eyes jolting to you in surprise. You don't often snap.

"First you show up at my door in the middle of the night and drag me out of my house and then you won't actually speak to me and now you're picking a fight about John M fucking Ginn?" You snap, the anger and confusion he had stirred up showing in your emphatic hand gestures that only come out when you're telling him a passionate story or going off your head at him. "He's your best mate, why would that even bother you?!"

"I'm sorry, I-"

"I'm not done, Jack!" You yell, holding out a hand. "You haven't even spoken to me all week. I found out you made the England call up on fucking twitter Jack, twitter! And your mum told me about you dumping your girl and I can't even get through to you and now you're buying me gifts and bringing me here? I don't know if I'm coming or going here Jack, you have to give me something. We're meant to be friends." You voice breaks on the last syllable and a lump forms in Jack's throat that he can't just swallow away. Any pain, any hurt and any slight sadness of emotion that appears in you shatters his heart. He thought that was a normal reaction until two weeks ago when he realised it only happens to him when its your upset he witnesses.

"I'm sorry." He says, his voice thick and wavering with the same level of emotion. "I really, really am." He stands right in front of you now, so close you're basically chest to chest, faces merely inches apart.

"And I'm scared." He admits, sending a pang through your already aching heart. "Scared because I'm leaving and I can't take you with me." His words tickle your lips as they leave his, clouds of air puffing above the two of you as his hot breath meets the cold night air. "You've done it before, J. It'll be fine." You soothe, hands gently raising to reach up and brush the hair out of his face. His let's forth a content sigh of relief at the feeling of your touch. "That was before though." He confesses with a slight shrug. He watches that furrow sow itself back into your brows.

"Before what?"

"Dance with me?" He suggests, his arms finding their way around you with ease, much less fumbley than you remember from your high school prom. Your head tilts in that adorable confused way that makes a grin form on his cold lips.

"Why?" You query, eyes slightly narrowed in suspicion. He laughs softly. "Because the music is slow and the sky is gorgeous and because I love you."

Before you get the chance to recognise, process or even understand what he said, he's swaying you around the gravel under the stars.

"Because you what?" You squeak, your eyes desperately searching his as you look for any reason this might be some kind of a joke or one of pranks that makes you want to throttle him. He just smiles at you with those crinkled eyes and the love shining right there in his eyes for you to see. Your stomach flutters like the teenager you were when you fell in love with him. His lips dip down to capture yours in the best kiss that your being has ever felt, his hands ringing your hair, stroking down over your cheeks with those warm hands of his.

"Because I've fell for you, isn't it obvious?"

[vodkassassin]

Inspired by your Jiuplane fic, Everyone loves SQH series and Nighthaunting's work.

Shen Jiu has never actually spared much attention to An Ding. While he doesn't consider them less-his past would never allow himself to look at anyone being derided for doing 'servant duties' less- he also doesn't pay much attention to them. Ever since Shang Qinghua modified the teleportation talismans for transporting large amounts of goods between the Peaks, An Ding disciples have all but disappeared from view. Shen Qingqiu occasionally saw a groundskeeper or a cook return back to An Ding but that was about it. He was pretty sure that people outside the sect saw more of the Logistics Peak than the people in it. And during meetings Shang Qinghua barely makes a sound, just records whatever was he was supposed to and just vanish off to his peak the minute the meeting inevitably ended in chaos. It was like An Ding never existed.......in hindsight, that should have been suspicious. But Shen Qingqiu never even noticed glaring absence and he would forever berate himself for that. It happened quite unexpectedly. Shen Qingqiu was supposed to go on mission with Qi Qingqi, the only Peak Lord he could tolerate beyond a certain period of time but Xuan Shu Peak suddenly had an emergency that she had to take care. Mu Qingfang was busy with preparing the Baying Moon Jade Orchid that he had been given (Really that should've tipped him off! Those flowers were ludicrously expensive because they only grow in the Demon Realm and Mu Qingfang had been given an entire crate of them along with his monthly supplies!), and the only other Peak Lords available were Liu Qingqe and Shang Qinghua. The choice was obvious.

The mission was relatively simple. Wan Jian disciples had been sent as a response to a request for assistance from a cluster of villages deep in a mountain valley. The disciples had found evidence of a large monster but it seemed to be intelligent and the presence of cultivators had run it off to a cave system. By the trails it left and it's actions, the lead disciple had judged it too dangerous for normal disciples, especially in the enclosed spaces of a cave system and had reported to his Peak Lord. The mission thus had been entered into the Peak Lords' roster. It should have been routine, should have been simple. But Shen Qingqiu had the world's worst luck and so everything turned sideways within ten minutes of them entering the cave.

First of all, the monster seemed to have destabilized the cave so they got caved in. Secondly, it wasn't a monster at all but a demonic beast, a Thousand Screams of Ruin Swan, a rabid thing that was created when someone forcibly corrupted a Thousand Screams Swan with too much demonic qi. And finally, the beasts absolutely hated each other. A Thousand Screams Swan had the ability to gauge the truth and a lie in its presence would not only prompt the most ear piercing of all screeches but also destabilizes the qi of the liar in particular and produce unimaginable pain. The southern demon courts use the swan in interrogations, putting the accused and the swan in enclosed spaces and the interrogators questioning from behind a sound muffling seal. However if the swan were overloaded with too much malicious qi, it would grow to enormous sizes and it's screech would actually cause death to anyone in the vicinity. In this state it was called a Thousand Screams of Ruin Swan. So after every interrogation the beast is taken for purification. The question is how a pair of valuable demonic beasts from the Southern Demon courts end up in a remote village far away from the borderlands?

If it was any other situation, Shen Qingqiu would've been fascinated. But as it was he had no time to dawdle. The confined space of the caves meant that the screeches of the swan would be magnified in intensity and their muffling shields were already cracking under the pressure of the sound waves. If they did, they would be dead as their qi system would be destabilized enough to cause a painful death. Shen Qingqiu, with his already unstable qi was extremely vulnerable in this situation. With Shang Qinghua having no combat ability to think of, they were completely under the mercy of two rabid S-rank demonic beasts who hated them and each other.

Then the shields cracked. Shen Qingqiu barely had time to close off his hearing using qi before Shang Qinghua disappeared into one of the caves with a beast after him. On one hand Shen Qingqiu now had to worry about only one Thousand Scream of Ruin Swan. On the other hand, no hearing was a double edged sword in a situation like this and there was no back up, negligible as it would have been. But he marshalled his focus and unsheathed Xiu Ya. If that overgrown bird thought that the Qing Jing Peak Lord was going down without a fight, it was wrong.

Two hours later the fight was still going on. His head was hurting only from being flung into the stone walls of the cave but also from sealing off his hearing for so long. The Beast's rampage had destroyed one of the cave walls and they had both fallen into a lake within the cave system. Shen Qingqiu had somehow managed to pull himself out of the water, not being stupid enough to fight a water fowl in water. He was exhausted, looked like a wet rag and was bleeding. There was no sign of Shang Qinghua and that either meant he was dead or that Shen Qingqiu was so far off from the main caves that he wouldn't be found in time. While the former was more likely, he at least hoped that Shang Qinghua made it to the surface and called for help because as much as he hated to admit it, that brute Liu Qingqe and his brutish sword would be helpful at the moment. He was tiring and his core couldn't hold on any longer while the beast was all but brimming in energy. It lunged and the Peak Lord futilely brought up his sword, knowing it wouldn't do anything, realizing that this was the end of Shen Jiu, dead by a rabid bird in a fucking cave. And then...there was light.

Lightning, there was lightning in the cave, huge arcs of it racing towards the beast and striking it over and over, the lake water acting as a conductor and exacerbating the damage. And on a ledge, was a creature wearing Shang Qinghua. Because that couldn't be Shang Qinghua. Shang Qinghua was a mousy, nervous, skittish mess of a man. Non obtrusive, and a pushover. He was weak and had no combat abilities to speak of. He barely had a core....except that wasn't true was it? None of them had ever seen Shang Qinghua fight. None of them had ever felt the power of his core. Shang Qinghua always ran solo and the occasional company of his head disciple so none of them had been on a mission with him. In fact, none of them knew anything about Shang Qinghua. They just assumed that he was weak...because he was An Ding and acted like a coward. But now it was clear Shen Qingqiu that it was by design. It should have impossible to constantly keep up a facade like that but looking at the imperious creature watching on dispassionately at the Demonic Beast writhing in his lightning, Shen Qingqiu knew that the impossible had been done.

The creature that was Shang Qinghua jumped down from the ledge and made his way to Shen Qingqiu. He was clutching a Thousand Screams Swan now back to its original size. He was barefoot. His clothing was ripped in places. A large slit too clean to be from the beast ran up both his legs just shy of his hips revealing long legs adorned in gorgeous ink patterns climbing up them and disappearing up the torso. It was clear Shang Qinghua cut them up to increase mobility. The sleeves were also ripped, also covered with beautiful tattoos and the high collar of the robes were open showing off beautiful collar bones. His hair was left free and falling russet waves down his back to his knees and with each shift Shen Qingqiu could see a silver shine of what seems to be metal strings woven into it. He was... He was a vision.

Shang Qinghua was always covered. He wore high collar robes that never showed an inch of skin on his body. So seeing him with his legs and arms and his collar visible, it was obscene! Shen Qingqiu realized to horror that he was blushing. His entire face was burning! Shang Qinghua must have succubus blood in him! He must have! Shen Qingqiu is not the type to blush at every pretty face! He hoped to the gods that Shang Qinghua just think of his blushing face as a result of exertion.

As Shang Qinghua drew closer, Shen Qingqiu noticed something strange. Gauntlets. Silver gauntlets carved with seals. Two on the ankles, two on the wrists. And one collar on the neck. Hidden underneath high collar robes as they were, this was the first time Shen Qingqiu had ever seen them. At first they looked like enhancers and looking at the lightning still attacking the beast which seemed to be getting smaller and smaller, it seemed most likely. But Shen Qingqiu was done assuming things about Shang Qinghua. And he was right, because closer inspection revealed the seals to be limiters. Shen Qingqiu for the first time since he became a Peak Lord, was truly astonished. Limiter seals active on five points on the body and undoubtedly forming a restructure five point qi circuit and still manages to defeat two S class demonic beasts? Incredible. Shen Qingqiu wanted to know everything about him. He wanted to burrow underneath his skin. He has never wanted anything more.

After the Beast shrunk down somehow, Shang Qinghua retrieved it with a talisman that seemed to be some sort of Binding. He silently clutched the swans together and made his way to one of the caves, silently motioning for Shen Qingqiu to follow. As they made their way up the caves, Shen Qingqiu looked at his mysterious companion and told him what he was adamant about from the moment he saw the other bring down the wrath of the heavens,

"You can't hide from me anymore."

Shang Qinghua was silent. Then, like a whisper of silk on soft skin, he replied,

"I can try."

Shen Qingqiu smirked,

"Yes you can. But you won't succeed."

The Xiu Ya sword looked the two beasts the other was holding, two Thousand Screams Swans.

"Is Shang Lei even a real name? "

The other didn't answer and that was an answer in itself. Shen Qingqiu couldn't wait to have him.

Anon oh my god this is GORGEOUS!!! Thank you for feeding me, it was delicious!! Bamf SQH! Beautiful SQH! Badass, pretty, mysterious SQH!!!! Attractive as hell, an unattainable prospect!!!

@nighthaunting look look, it’s our writing child

[drakenology]

Make Me. - Yuuji Itadori & Sukuna

summary: being the bratty little sub you are you push your boyfriend’s buttons until he makes you remember why you call him d*ddy.

warnings: smut! , mirror sex, dom!yuuji, sub!reader, bratty!reader, slapping, overstim, use of the word d*ddy in sexual context, male receiving oral, sukuna comin out to playyy, the sweetest aftercare ever 🥺, cussing of course and sukuna being mean (degradation)

author’s note: happy valentines day babies! I’m writing this as a gift for you guys as a thank you for your support and to celebrate valentines day! enjoy lovelies!

You have no idea why. No rhyme or reason how. But today, you awake in a very temperamental mood.

Poor Yuuji was just sleeping; snoring next to his beautiful, sweet and kind girlfriend. Well she was gone today. A bratty little snatch had arisen and it was about to become everybody’s problem. You were always such a good girl. Never started fights. Never really acted out. But today, you just felt like being the baddest you could be.

Yuuji being the perceptive boyfriend he is already knew you were being testy. He tried everything to make you feel a little better. He was so sweet; so caring and understanding. But you just would not budge.

“I have an idea. Let’s go out, hm? Get us some food? I know you’re hungry.” He coaxed, earning a nonchalant “whatever” from you. Yuuji just shrugged it off but the raging curse, Sukuna was in the back of his mind reeling him for letting you off so easy.

“You need to put that little brat in her place. If you keep allowing her to step all over you then I will take care of her.”

Yuuji just pushed his voice to the very back of his mind, hating having to punish you. Sukuna got a kick out it though; always urging Yuuji to hit you harder, fuck you faster. Even he himself found it absolutely tantalizing to see you submit yourself to him, completely helpless as he fucked you so hard that all you could do was lay there and take it. But still, hurting his precious baby was no easy feat. Fuck.

You and Yuuji spent rest of the day at the mall after you two ate; not a single conversation without ending in an argument. He was losing his patience with you, your bratty tendencies becoming such a pain in his side. What the hell was up with you?

You were walking through the mall with him, lazily holding his hand until you saw the biggest stuffed animal you’d ever seen. You wanted it; hell you needed that stuffie.

“Ooh! Look! Can I have it Yuuji? Please?” You pleaded, pointing at the stuffie through the display window.

“No, Y/N. We’re leaving. You got enough treats today.” He said.

“But I want it!” You persist.

“Drop it, Y/N. You’re really starting to get on my nerves. Let’s. Go.” Yuuji said sternly.

Your eye twitched in annoyance, ready to throw a fucking temper tantrum just because. You cross your arms and stand right in front of the store.

“Make me.” You tease, sticking out your tongue like a petulant child.

That’s it. You’ve done it. The straw that broke the camel’s back. Yuuji was livid at this point.

He raised his eyebrow and towered over your body, face close enough to kiss you.

“Oh I’ll fucking make you, alright.” He said, grabbing your arm and pulling you out of the mall with enough force to scare you straight.

Yet still you test him, cussing and screaming at him to let you go all. The way. To the car. Yuuji stops and pins you against the car, your back facing him and the same arm he held now folded behind you.

“When we get in this car, you’d better be quiet the whole way home or else.” He hissed, nearing himself close to your ear.

“Or else what?” You persist, immediately regretting it when Yuuji lifted up your skirt and yanked your panties down.

“You just don’t know when to quit do you? Get in the fucking car.” He snarled, pushing you towards the car door as he stuffed your panties into his pocket.

You stumble, struggling to get the door open as your legs tremble in devilish excitement. God he was being so rough. Maybe this is what you needed all along. You crawl into the car, becoming meek as Yuuji gets in the driver’s seat and slams the door.

“You know how much trouble you’re in? Huh?” His deep voice echoing in your ears as you stare down at your thighs, not answering him. Yuuji let out an aggravated growl and grabbed your chin, forcing you to meet his intense gaze.

“Got nothing to say now, princess? You had so much mouth earlier. What happened?” He chuckled darkly, slipping his hand between your legs to palm at your already wet pussy.

“You like talking back to me, don’t you? You’re gonna fucking get it.” He says as his hand reaches down to choke you while the other stuffs one meesely finger inside your weeping hole. You’re stifling your noise, panting lightly as you try to grind up against his hand until he stops his movements completely.

He completely pulls away and says nothing, starting the car and driving away. Your whole body is hot and needy for Yuuji to fuck you or even toy with you just for a little.

Should you risk touching yourself without permission? Should you just be good for once? All your thoughts leave your mind as Yuuji slips his hand back between your legs, this time using two fingers. You gasp, shocked at his sudden move until you look up and see you’re at a red light.

It felt so good; Yuuji’s fingers hooked deliciously to find that spot he knows drives you insane, urging you to rub your clit for good measure. It was all too much, your legs trembling as your pussy drooled all over his hands and the seat of his car. Your eyes were locked onto Yuuji’s fingers, losing focus quickly as you start to come undone.

Then he stopped. The light was green and Yuuji pulled away from you to drive once more. He made sure to lick his fingers and laugh at your dissatisfied face.

“Oh come on, don’t give me that look. We’re almost home.” He teased, your eyes tearing up as he snatched your hands away from your puffy clit. You whimper and try rubbing your thighs together to relieve the ache between your legs but no dice. You needed him to get you off now, or else you might just go off the deep end.

As the drive home went on you dreaded every light signal; hoping he’d catch every greenlight so you’d calm down, get your barings. But of course you weren’t getting off that easy. The light just before your block just had to turn red.

You could feel Yuuji’s eyes burning a hole in the side of your head, trying to close your legs before he could attack your cunt again. Of course you’re over powered by his strong hands, your thighs now split apart for his every so desire. He’s using three fingers now, demanding you rub your clit for him as he fucked you with his fingers.

Your pussy emitted the dirtiest noises, Yuuji groaning as you moan and writhe in the passenger’s seat. Your eyes were at the back of your head, begging and pleading for him to let you cum only for him to chuckle and stop again. You sob pathetically, tears threatening to fall as Yuuji started driving again.

“Now you wanna cry. Heh. Pathetic.” He spat, his mean words burning as you shamefully become feral at his insult.

The car slowed, signaling you were finally home as you pulled your skirt down to get out. Yuuji climbed out of the car without a word and led you inside, the tension so thick you could cut it with a sword. He shut the front door with a slam, lifting you up and throwing you onto his shoulder as if he were carrying a sack potatoes.

“I hope completely showing your ass today was worth it ‘cause now I’m gonna fucking ruin you.” He said, walking to the bedroom with you hanging over his shoulder like a rag doll. He opened the door and kicked it closed, slamming you onto the bed.

He was so angry you could see it in his pretty eyes. So angry that Yuuji just wasn’t Yuuji anymore, Sukuna’s tattoos taking form on his face and body as he stood over your now shaking body.

“Finally. I’ve been waiting to bring you to your knees, brat.” Sukuna says, his face pulling the most intimidating smirk you’d ever seen.

Only once in a blue moon you act out so badly to the point Sukuna gets tired of seeing you be let off so easily and takes over Yuuji. In fact, he’s the reason you only act out once in a blue moon. Sukuna was rutheless. The way he fucks you should be down right outlawed. Your body was always incredibly sore when he was finished with you.

“I’m tired of toying with you. Get on your knees. Now.” He demands, motioning you onto the floor. You oblige, sitting on your legs as Sukuna pulls you towards him by your hair. He rips off his shirt in true Sukuna fashion and pulls out his massive, heavy dick; the sight nearly making you drool as it slaps against his stomach. Yuuji had a nice dick but Sukuna- oh boy. Sukuna only enhanced his size, girth and length along with some of the most devine veins you’ve ever had the pleasure to have inside you.

“Open.” He said, forcing his length down your throat as soon as you do. You gag around him, forgetting how fucking huge he was. Sukuna laughed as he watched you struggle to take him all in, drool dripping down the sides of your mouth as he fucked your mouth. Your cheeks hallow with every thrust, eyes clouding with tears as he forcefully bobbed your head onto his dick.

“That’s right, slut. Suck my fucking dick like a good little whore.”

You blink away your tears and look up at him, sticking your tongue out to lick the underside of his dick as you reach your hand down and rub clumsy circles on your sensitive bud. Sukuna cussed and yanked you off of his cock, slapping you as you gasp. The sting fades into a strange pleasure you hadn’t felt in so long, the sensation going straight to your pussy. You had to admit being hit in bed was so wrong but so fucking right. Though Yuuji could never bring himself to hit you, Sukuna had no problem.

“Who said you could touch yourself? You ask me permission first, do you under fucking stand?” He barked. Sukuna paused waiting for your answer, his hand still holding your hair as he forced you to keep your eyes locked on his.

You nod, out of breath and mind hazy as Sukuna yanks your head back to spit in your mouth.

“So good when you listen, slut. Bend over in front of the mirror. I want you to see how fucking pathetic you are.”

You do as you’re told, crawling on your hands and knees towards the large full body mirror you convinced Yuuji to buy one day at the mall. Who knew you’d eventually be fucked in front of it? Sukuna made sure to say every demeaning and degrading word to you as he walked behind you while you crawled, kneeling down behind you once you get to the mirror.

Sukuna made his dominating presence known as he slapped his dick against your pussy, watching you flinch at his sheer girth. Sukuna grabbed your hair and pulled you up to face the mirror.

“Look at yourself. Such a fucking whore for us, hm? I think you owe us an apology.” Sukuna said rubbing the head of his dick against your needy pussy. You stutter, moaning as he prods himself at your entrance, Sukuna not moving a single muscle until he hears you beg for him.

“I-I-‘m sorry.” You breath out, Sukuna striking your ass hard in protest.

“Not good enough. Say it like you mean it.” He demands, his grip on your hair tight as he pushed himself just barely inside.

“Fuck! I-I said I’m sorry. Please, daddy. I need you. I’ll be good I promise.” You whimper, a sharp gasp leaving your mouth as Sukuna sunk himself deep inside you.

Your eyes lock onto Sukuna’s body in the reflection of the mirror, the tattoos all over his muscular body accenting his lightly tanned skin. Pink hair sticking to his forehead with sweat, eyes locked downward towards where you connected. You watched as his body rutted inside you with brute force. He was truly the most gorgeous thing walking. Even if he was inherently evil, the way he fucked you as if you meant nothing more to him than a cheap fuck was sickeningly addictive.

You’re a mess, panting and wailing filthy words as Sukuna fucked you with one leg propped up and the other kneeled on your side. He’s mumbling about how worthless you are, only fucking you this way because Yuuji just can’t do it without his help. Every long, deep thrust of his veiny cock sent your body ablaze; your orgasm violently approaching as you cry out for more.

“God, look at you. Crying for my dick. So pathetic.” Sukuna says clearly, the feeling of your pussy alone not enough to completely break him. He is a curse after all. Still, he sees why Yuuji loves you so much. If he had more control over his vessel, he’d be fucking you like this every night.

“G-Gonna cum, daddy! Please, please, please.” You gasp, digging your nails into the rug as he rocks his hips into you; harshly bumping his cockhead into your cervix. You inhale sharply, pain and pleasure mixing as your eyes flash white.

“I guess you can cum. Go on then. This body can’t last for shit anyway.” Sukuna shrugs, a little disappointed his time was almost up. Yuuji was fighting him for control over his body and Sukuna was losing his grip, his tattoos fading as Yuuji returned to finish the job.

You don’t notice the switch, your body stuck to the floor as your orgasm tears through your core. One final thrust and Yuuji was coating your insides with his cum, fucking it inside you with loud grunts as he smacked your ass one last time. You both sit there for a moment, your highs crashing down as you’re both out of breath and drained.

“Hey.” Yuuji said, only getting a weak “hm?” from your fucked out body.

“Was he too rough with you? I saw him hit you. I-I’m sorry I didn’t stop him.” Itadori explained, rubbing softly on your bruised ass, a huge hand print embedded into your left ass cheek. “God, you’re all bruised up. Stop being so bad, you hear me?”

“Y-Yuuji. ‘S okay.. I liked it.” You slur, words muffled slightly since your face was buried into the floor. Yuuji laughed nervously, pulling himself out of you; simultaneously whimpering with you at the feeling.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, huh?” Yuuji said, scooping you up off the floor and taking you to the bathroom. You smile into his shoulder, his strength still a shock to you as he effortlessly sat you on the edge of the bathtub. He said nothing, instead kissing every mark and bruise Sukuna left on your body as he drew your bath.

“I’m sorry I was such a brat today.” You say weakly, stepping into the water once it’s ready, grabbing Yuuji’s hand to get him to get in with you.

“Oh I know you are. I heard you apologize. Ah~ I said I’m sorry!” He mocked, laughing when you splash him with the bath water. He sat behind you, running the warm water down your bare back and grinning as you sigh and relax.

“Love you, Yuuji.” You say, leaning into his chest closing your eyes.

“I love you more, love bug.” Yuuji smirked, kissing your forehead as he continued to wash you up.

[saitama-division]

TW: Mature(ish) Content ahead, read carefully

Despite his birthday being long over, there were still a few people who wish the bodybuilder of Aoyama a joyous birthday, one of those people was also a certain blonde model the man was smitten with.

Karada yawned tiredly as he walked over to the door of his place, he was about to finally hit the hay when the doorbell went off, alerting him of someone outside, he was surprised (and a little annoyed) that someone was up this late but he figured it was just another woman coming over and giving him gifts or something like that. Not that he wasn’t grateful! But it is late and he was pretty tired from an entire day of partying (as anyone would be..).

As the muscular man open the door to send the person away, the words immediately died on his tongue as he finally looked at who was on the other side of the door.

Saitama’s top model and member of Femme Fatale, Lola Takahashi, beamed at the blonde man from where she stood, with her face dolled up in beautiful makeup, ruby lips and all, wearing a stylish long trench coat and expensive heels, in one of her hands was a six pack of Sapporo Supreme. The faint glow of the moon and Aoyama’s city lights eliminating behind her, enhancing her beauty and giving her an ethereal glow, making her look like an angel.

Hell, for all Karada knows, she might as well be.

“Happy birthday babe!” The model cheered before giggling sheepishly, “Er, um, I guess late birthday, I’m so sorry honey, I would have visited you sooner if someone would’ve get off their lazy ass.” She sent a vicious glare to her creator who cowered off screen in shame before she sent the man before her a sweet smile.

Karada could barely process what she was saying, simply stunned by the fact that the woman of his dreams is right here in front of him and oh my god is she real-

A snap of fingers in front of his eyes finally sent him back crashing to earth and Lola giggled in amusement, “So…? You gonna let me in?”

“Shit!-uh yeah! Of course, c’mon in, you must be freezing!” The bodybuilder quickly stepped out of the way and ushered the blonde woman inside.

Lola whistled as she looked around his place, smiling, “Damn, Aoyama elite really do live the good life but somehow it feels homey, the fitness equipment is definitely your touch though.” She chuckled, Karada laughed along with her, still kinda not believing that she’s really here. “Haha…yeah…”

“So! What were you doing? Hope I didn’t catch you at a bad time, I know it’s late and all but I was hoping I could get a little one on one with you…and a few drinks of course.” She grinned holding up the pack of beer, “Bet you had girls clawing each other to wish ya a happy birthday, hmm?”

“Well, yeah haha, what can I say?” Karada chuckled as he rubbed the back of his neck, “But that was about it, really, didn’t go further than that and…well, none of them pulled off something like…this.” He gestured to the model, making her smirk.

“Oh really?” She hummed, eyeing him and Karada was starting to wonder just when did the room suddenly get hot. Lola set the beer on a nearby table and opened up the pack, grabbing two beers and handing one to Karada who took it, he had been drinking all day and he was sure that a hangover was gonna bite him in the morning but right now he couldn’t care less, this was an opportunity and he’d be damned if he wasn’t gonna take it.

“Yeah, really.” He swallowed and opened the beer, taking a swig of it as Lola drew her hands to the belt of her trench coat, Karada was about to speak but was cut off once again as the Russian model took off the article of clothing off to reveal her half naked were it not for the green ribbons wrapped around and over her forming some makeshift outfit (if you can call it that), but making sure to cover all the…critical areas.

….Karada was so, so glad he decided to answer the door tonight.

Lola gently pried the now crushed can of beer from his hand (he didn’t even know that he crushed it) and set it down, trailing her hands up his arm and bicep before resting it on his shoulder and yep Karada’s brain has definitely stopped functioning, holy shit she’s so close and she smells amazing and-

“And you’re saying they also didn’t do this?” Lola purred, crimson lips still pulled into that sexy smirk and any and all tiredness Karada had before was now nonexistent.

“N-no..” Fuck, why did he stutter?! Now she’s gonna think he’s an idiot! (Well…)

“Good.” Lola looked pleased before pulling him over to the couch and pushing him down on it, “Because I haven’t gave you your present yet, you’ve been such a good boy for me, Karada, so devoted, I’m honestly impressed, you’ve been waiting for a while, haven’t you?”

Lola’s smile grew wider as she saw Karada rapidly nod his head like an excited puppy, if he had a tail, she would have no doubt that it would be wagging furiously.

With slow, sensual moves, she straddled his lap and gave a curious hum when she felt…something. “Oh, you’re really excited.” She whispered and the blonde man bit back a groan, holy shit, this was actually happening, after agonizing waiting for months, she was finally-

Lola quickly got off his lap and his world immediately came crashing down.

Lola tried to keep it in, she really did, but seeing the sheer look of befuddlement on Karada’s face, she couldn’t take it and started giggling like mad. “I-I’m sorry sweetie, I d-didn’t mean to, you just look so adorable.” She covered her mouth, giggles still falling from her lips and Karada had never felt such betrayal in his life.

Finally coming down from her gigglefest, Lola stood in front of the large man before gracefully dropping to her knees, hands on his thighs which made the man jump from the sudden contact, Lola gave him a sultry smile, rubbing his thighs and giving them a few squeezes. “Aww, don’t look at me like that, I said I was going to give you your present right? That’s what I’m gonna do, I want you to relax, baby, let me do alllllll the work.” As she spoke, her hands slowly crept up until they reach his waistline, hooking into his sweatpants and pulled down.

“Don’t worry about a thing in that pretty head of yours, right? My good boy~”

—

Next Day…

There was a picture on Karada’s phone, looking as if to be sent by Lola.

It was a selfie of Lola herself but…uh, slightly disheveled (but still beautiful), hair a little messy, makeup still intact but lipstick smeared and still wearing her skimpy ribbon getup. She was holding a peace sign to her face and was still smirking but her tongue was out and looked like as if she was licking something off her lips. It was provocative at the very least.

There was also a text under the image

‘Happy birthday, big boy ❤️’

[yandere-wishes]

Sacrificial Bride Part 1//Twisted Wonderland X Reader//

Alright well, that's enough writing for the next few days if you excuse me I'm going to go sulk in my corner. Huge thanks to @softyswork​ who’s story about reader being sent to Malleus as a bride inspired this series. Also, I REALLY want to make some sort of modern-day Frankenstein it would be an amazing scientific breakthrough! You'll understand what I mean when you get to Idia's part lol.

💚🐉Malleus Draconia🐉💚

It was a common rumor around your village that ever since the death of the sleeping princess your settlement had never been the same. For you, this was nothing more than a fairy tale meant to spark a scrap of hope in the hearts of naive, suffering children who were still too young to fully understand why their fathers never returned from their hunting trips or why there was barely anything to eat for dinner.

Every time you heard this dreaded tail, you couldn't help but scuff. For as long as you've been alive your town had been in utter disarray and chaos. Monsters from the woods -what the town's folk called "fae"- attacked the village daily. Stealing jewels, destroying homes, sometimes even swallowing children or sucking the blood of the dormant. There was also the looming threat of the green flames. Blazing emerald fires who couldn't be subdued by neither water nor dirt. They advanced further into the territory of the village by each full cycle of the moon. Leaving behind in their trail, thick impenetrable thorn bushes that had taken the homes of many and the lives of many more.

Awful, dreaded creatures those fae where...

But alas you did not yet know just how cruel they could be.

On another periodic morning, your younger sister jolted you awake, dragging you to the town center before you got a chance to change out of your nightgown.

In the center of the square was short man..no...not a man you noticed his pointed drawn back ears. "Fae" you gasped under your breath. But unlike the monstrous fairies that ravished your town taking on the appearances of trees and woodland creatures, this one resembled a boy of 15. The young-looking male began to speak, his voice was clear like crystals, and to his tone bats began to flock overhead. "Truly dreadful, these fairy folk are" your sister uttered in terror as she buried her face in your side.

"Heed my words, mortals. The young prince of thorns has decided to take a wife. By the setting of the sun a full day from today, two of his guards will come to collect your offering. If you chose to disregard this Wa-- friendly advice, then what is left of your town will be decimated before the end of summer. Your children eaten, wives imprisoned and husbands killed!" An unsteady hush rippled through the crowd. Some hothead youths began to throw rocks at the stranger only for the bats hovering above to shield him from the stones. Mothers hugged their children close begging for the man to "just leave".

"If" the man's voice rose once more like a cadaver emerging from the grave " my young master is pleased with your sacrifice than we shall reward you! Bring good health and prosperity to your otherwise sick and decaying village." His last words melted into the open air before he vanished in a cloud of squealing bats and ebony smoke.

The town's folk erupted in screeches, cursing at their deities while simultaneously praying to any god that would listen.

"Help us!"

"save us!"

"Don't let them take our daughters!"

The screams escalated to the point where you had to cover your ears with your shaking hands. Your eyes scanning each of the villager's faces, a pathetic lot they were, you thought to yourself. Scared by the words of a young magician. In a flash, your heart sped up, adrenaline pumping through your veins, as you marched to the center square where the boy had been mere moments ago. You stood tall, cupping your hands over your mouth.

"Listen well you disquiet, mindless lot!"

All eyes turned to you. Some holding looks of confusion, whilst others harbored glances of hope.

"This fae is lying! No way will they be satisfied with just one measly girl! No matter who we sacrifice to their so-called master, they'll still come after us! They'll still destroy our village! Let's not be stupid! Let's find a way to barricade the city instead of arguing over who to sacrifice!"

For an endless second all was quite. It was like the world had stopped turning, frozen in its place in the universe trying to decide what to do.

Then it happened,

Chants reverberating through the air

"Sacrifice her!" "Sacrifice her!"

"Sacrifice her!" "Sacrifice her!"

"Sacrifice her!"........................

WHAT!

NO!

DID THOSE MORONS NOT LISTEN TO A SINGLE WORD YOU SAID!

The crowd started advancing. Eyes locked on your figure like those of a leopard on its prey.  Their mouths were all a gap, chanting the words "sacrifice" over and over again. From behind the mob, your eyes locked with your sister's. You could practically feel the despair rolling off her figure as she covered her eyes and fell to her knees, her whole body rattling with a sort of distant rage...

A full day....it's funny how time passes all so quickly no matter what you do. Day in and day out nothing changes, pain is still pain, laughter is still laughter. Time just keeps slipping from between your fingers like sand. Even in the direst of times, Time doesn't show mercy, never once does it cease. It just ticks and ticks away until the inevitable moment arrives.

Your sister and aunt -the only two relatives that you hadn't lost to the fae- were in charge of preparing you for your so-called "wedding". Since your town was poor and isolated from other civilizations there wasn't much they could do to enhance your beauty. Smashing some berries to add color to your lips -and fervently ravishing the remains- using some coal to add shade behind your eyes, as well as around them and patting the dust of rose petals against your cheek. By the end, you hardly recognized the person staring back from the mirror. Sure the adjustments were minor but this was the most stunning you'd ever looked. "Is it almost time" your voice quivered, failing to hide the tears that began to fall. "Please don't cry sweetheart, we don't have any more coal to fix your eyes with." Your aunt's tone was monotone almost bordering on heartless. You couldn't really blame her, she'd gotten so used to having her loved ones plucked from her. One more would be no different. Sniffing as to keep the tears at bay, you nodded slowly. Your glossy eyes locked with your aunt's you could see the same fear and exhaustion in her fading irises as the night her son was slaughtered in front of her.

"Just a few reminders" your sister's voice was cheery like the chirping of early morning birds, but her face mimicked that of a kicked puppies. "Remember when the prince...fae...when he..you know...Oh, Lord please tell me he won't" She was shivering again. Her face twisted in horror. You knew what she was thinking, she was imagining you laying in the bed of that...that thing. She was imagining him entering you, kissing up and down your neck. Leaving patches of red skin over smooth flesh, bruises wherever his clawed hands touched you. She was imagining what was no doubt going to happen to you tonight...

the mere thought made bile rise to your throat.

"Darling, just keep saying how much you like it. It's all any man wants to hear." again your aunt or rather her lackluster form of speech was the rope binding you to your sanity.

"Do fae even have...those parts like humans do?" Your sister asked, only to be met with a glare from your aunt. "Stop wasting time on pointless questions! Hurry up and see if this dress fits your sister."

Sure enough, as you were escorted to where the thorn bushes met the village, two men, one standing tall and proud, whilst the other looked like he may topple over from fatigue at any moment, were awaiting you.

The green-haired man let out a haughty laugh, his blazing eyes scanning you from head to toe. "She's hardly worthy of the young master!" His dreadful voice was like the booming of thunder clouds. "It doesn't matter, Malleus-sama needs to be wedded off quickly so he can produce an heir. None of us are getting any younger by standing here debating the "worthiness" of yet another measly human" the silver-haired male's voice was the exact opposite of his comrades, his voice was soft and breathy like light drizzle after a storm.

The green-haired man looked ready to argue once more, but before he could open his mouth, his violet-eyed counterpart waved something thin in the air casing a pathway to open between the hedges.

It was dark between the brambles. The air was thick, stuffy, every breath was a struggle. Although it seemed neither of your traveling buddies minded the discomfort. Did fae even need air to survive?

After what could have been no less than a couple of hours, your small group made it to a large clearing where only a few rays of the sun leaked through the thick smoky clouds. Miss matched flowers in shades of grey littered the rocky barren ground. Maybe at some point, this place had been beautiful, stunning even...but whenever that time had been it was long gone now.

As you ventured farther into this monochrome land of loss and sorrow, the three of you approached a castle. It towered over everything else, grim in all its glory. "Young master Malleus is awaiting you inside..." The green-haired male's voice trailed off as his speech was interrupted by the deafening creaking of the doors parting open. Without another word the two men dragged you inside, pushing you through spiral staircases and long bleak passageways. Until you arrived at a lavish-looking room, a large throne sitting smugly in the front of the room. It's black, spiked appearance was enough to make you gasp in horror, you didn't desire to meet the monster that perched atop that throne. "Don't be so afraid." the silver-haired man whispers, his head is almost resting on your shoulder. "Malleus-sama is kind and fair. He is sure to love you better than any human ever could." you catch a hint of nostalgic sadness in the last part, like a long lost part of the lavender eyed boy's past caught in his throat like a glass shard.

Trumpets roared through the room blaring as two men, one short and fickle whilst the other tall and brooding walked in. "Malleus~" The short one sang as they both stopped in front of you "Say hello to your lovely new wife." the tall man's emerald eyes landed on you. His lips parted in a threatening smile...or maybe it was a smirk? He didn't seem to be too good at displaying emotions. Slowly he descended onto one knee, slipping your hand into his and kissing the top lightly.

"Hello, my darling little wife."

🧡🦁Leona Kingscholar🦁🧡

The After Glow Savanna was an absolute hell to be born in if your family did not belong to some royal inner court class. The endless days spent scavenging for scraps of food, walking miles for a simple glass of water, had become a sort of broken, habit beaten into the residents of the smaller less fortunate districts.

Eventually, you too would follow in your parent's footsteps, working odd jobs around the neighborhood, getting married to some guy, having kids, and giving them the same dreary life your parents had given you. It was simple -miserable- but simple never the less. In an odd way, you found a sort of comfort in how everything was set in stone. How you'd suffer through a few years then die of starvation or some disease in your husband's arms.

But little did you know that the only comfort you had in your horrible life was also going to be swiped from you.

When Ruggie, a dear childhood friend of yours returned from his prestigious school for the winter holidays you were overjoyed! A week with your best friend was the greatest gift you could ask for! But that excitement soon dulled when he announced to the neighborhood what the royal family had planned for the underdeveloped parts of the country.

"They want to demolish the homes and build parks and shopping strips instead"

The people of your tiny community gasped, shock and hopelessness mixing over their dirty, worn out faces. Some older siblings shielded the ears of their younger kin, some mothers hugged their children closer to their chests. "They can't do that to us!" Your voice was like a beacon through the thick fog of confusion. "We can't let them!" You turned to Ruggie who was seated next to you. His blue-grey eyes held a foreign sadness that you had never seen before. He was hiding something...something so grim that he was forced to shove it into the depths of his soul, locking it up and throwing away the key.

"There is a way..."

For such a hopeful phrase, Ruggie's tone harbored no happiness. You could practically see the tears that were clouding his beautiful eyes. "Tell us" someone from the crowd demanded, others soon joined in with their own chants. For a long moment, Ruggie said nothing, the shouts of despair falling on deaf ears.

"If.." his voice trailed off, as his gaze grew distant.

"If someone from the neighborhood were to marry the second prince..." Gasps of fear filled the air. Even the mere mention of the second prince's name was enough to send chills down people's spins.

"Then they could, as the newly appointed  princess, convince the royal family and counsel to scrap this monstrous plan." No one uttered another word. No one was brave enough to face the man who could destroy anything with a simple touch.

But the sake of these people, people who had nothing but their families and a muddy roof over their head was on the line.

Do something, a tiny voice in your head screamed, save them, it begged. You shifted your head so to get a glimpse of Ruggie's face. "I-" you began but were cut off before you could even finish.

"I know you would say that."

His voice broke over every syllable. He knew you would give up your depressing nostalgia for the sake of others. Life in the castle would be hell, being married to that monster would be something worst than the dwellings of the devil.

It was a speedy arrangement, so fast that your head didn't have time to process anything. In the end, it almost seemed like the royal family was desperate to find a spouse for their youngest son.

Just marry him! Was what all the absentee looks told you.

Early that morning, Ruggie had dragged you to the castle, all tears, and grumbles. The palace guards let him in with no restrain, it almost felt like he'd been here before. Your childhood friend led you to a room in the further corner of a grand hall. He told you to stay outside as he went in to chat with the prince. Moments later the newly appointed king and queen came to usher you into a privet room and discuss the marriage. Not an hour later your fate had been sealed, you'd be married off to prince Leona tomorrow at sunrise. For "historical purposes" your neighborhood would be preserved and even taken care of. 'Historical purposes' you thought 'more the like a bribe to get you to marry this beast.

that night you were dragged this way and that by the queen herself. Taken for fitting after fitting. Trying on hundreds of wedding dresses who's prices could feed every mouth in your neighborhood for months! "Leona isn't very classy" the queen sighed in disappear. "He would probably prefer you to be in something laxer, shorter if you will" the tailors ran around trying to find something that would fit her vague description, as you stood facing her royal highness.

"What's he like?" you asked soullessly

"Spoiled, although not as heartless as the rumors make him out to be"  She didn't seem to like giving straight answers

"will he harm me? It was an honest question, although the lack of thinking it took before the queen replied made your heart skipped a beat.

"Quite possibly, he is rather...aggressive at times. Just don't let his degrading comments get to you. He's not used to being around people"

The more she described the second-born prince the more it seemed she was actually speaking of some feral dog that had raised in isolation.

Oh, how doomed you were.

The wedding was even faster than the preparation. Ruggie walked you down an aisle of flowers, walking over the petals, killing them once and for all, ending their pointless existence. You stood by your self at the altar awaiting your husband to be. It took a rather long time before the doors were flung open and the king waltzed in carrying his struggling brother under his arm. "No need to worry, Leona was taking one of his catnaps again and forgot about today's events" the king announced, in what could only be described as a mock lively tone.

How on earth does someone forget their wedding! This prince really wasn't a typical human...heck you where beginning to think that the feral dog would have made a better groom.

snap, snap

A few magazine pictures here, a couple of family photos there...

Everything was so bright and loud...

right before you and the second prince were thrown into the darkness of his room. In the obscurity, you could ONLY make out the glowing of his emerald eyes.

You could feel him shifting closer, all the while you took shaking steps backwards. " I thought wives were supposed to leap into the arms of their husbands? Tell me little herbivore do I frighten you?"

Your voice refused to leave your throat, too afraid to come into contact with the prince.

"What's the matter? Did they not teach you to speak in on the streets you grew up on. Poor thing~"

Leona pounced across the room, tackling you to the ground. His sheer weight pinning you to the carpeted floor. The sound of fabric tearing echoed through the silence.

How careless these royal were was the only intelligible thought that came to your frenzied brain.

Goosebumps littered your skin as Leona's claws cut into your flesh. His lips kissed over each wound as he made his way up to your cherry painted lips.

"You look so cute, you know, like a little mouse about to get devoured by a starving lion."

💙💀Idia Shroud💀💙

The rhythm of his heartbeat was slowing down, it felt like the patter of ants atop one's flesh. He was dying...this was an irreversible fact. The love of your life was dying and there was nothing you could do but sit idly by and watch the life fade from his pale bruised face. Your thumb ran over his knuckles in robotic-like strokes. Hours had passed, you'd shed all the tears that you had. He was gone...that was all there was to it.

For a hopeless second, you flicked your eyes to the open window on the opposite side of the room, There was never any sun on the island of lamination but regardless today seemed brighter than any other day. "How cruel" you muttered in a deadpan voice. Outside something...or better yet...someone was running through the fields, chasing what looked like a butterfly. The young child had blazing blue hair a symbol of the Shroud family...

THE SHROUD FAMILY

Your breath hitch in your lungs, your heart began to pound furiously in your chest. They could help you though hopefully. There family where distant relatives of the god of the underworld and a few years back -to your regulation- the hair of the family had been able to semi revive his younger brother. If he was able to bring back a child from the dead than surly they would have no problem returning your lost lover to you.

Your eyes waltz over his dormant face one last time before you got up and ran for the door.

"This is all for you my love, all of this is for you"

The Shroud family mansion was located at the top of one of the many hills that plagued the island. It was a dark grisly building that resembled the castles from old tales, where monsters laid dormant. Rumors spiraled around the rural civilization, some saying that the family was cursed by the lord of the dead, whilst others claimed that the shroud family were the long lost descendants of the lord of the dead and the maiden of spring. The curse had been placed on the family by the temperamental mother of the maiden of spring, anathematizing the family to be plagued with death and disappear for the rest of eternity.

Regardless of what their misfortune was, they may very well be the last people on earth who could help you. Surely if the family had brought back their youngest than they could bring back your lover!

You knuckles tapped furiously at the old metal doors of the frightful residence. The rhythm was unkept, unsteady, it's mere sound radiated urgency.

"PLEASE HELP ME"

Your throat burned as you screamed out those three lousy words.

After what felt like forever, the doors cracked open, revealing a tall man obscured by the shadows. Any light that touched the interior of the house seemed to die acidity, making peering inside nearly impossible.

"What business do you have?" The man's voice was croaky as if his vocal cords hadn't been used in years. For a split second, you closed your eyes, trying to organize the thoughts in your head. "My...my...h-hus...lover, my lover is d-dead...o-or rather he is dying....probably fully gone by now..." despite the mess of stuttered letters and mixed-up words, the man seemed to understand your situation. With a long sigh, he pulled you into the somber house.

Fingers still wrapped tightly around your wrist he pulled you around, guiding you through the darkness until you reached a large room lit only by the mysterious blue flames of the fireplace. Sitting by the warmth was a...well it was hard to tell, her face -despite it displaying every bone of her visage coupled with dark sunken eyes- resembled that of a woman no older than thirty, whilst her body resembled a decaying skeleton. What was she? Was she the lady of the residence or yet another monster this bizarre family had created.

"My, love" the man began to speak, his voice was somehow cleared like it had been given some sort of jolt. "This young lady needs Idia's help, she wants to bring back her lover from the dead."

The woman said nothing, her eyes staring ahead, burning a hole in the wall right by your head. "What will she give him in return" despite her "deteriorating" appearance her voice was like soft silk on one's skin, melodious and fair.

"Why herself!" This time the man's voice boomed across the house, echoing through the hallways and falling on you like a cave in.

"M-myself! What the hell do you mean!"

"It sounds fair" the women agreed "my darling sweet son saves your lover and instead you agree to marry him! Oh how wonderful, just like in the tales about grandfather Hades!"

She seemed too thrilled about this, her snow-white eyes gleaming with a sort of delusional passion.

"Idia! Idia honey! Come down your father has a surprise for you!"

The hollow sound of footsteps soon filled the quiet air. Followed by another soft blue glow.

Was there no normal fire in this house?

But it wasn't fire, not exactly. When your eyes fell on the heir of the Shroud family, you suddenly felt a nervous wave crash over you. There was something -even more- unsettling about him, he looked nothing like his charming little brother. For one his hair wasn't...well hair! Sure you'd expect a small batch of blazes heading upwards but this was something else entirely! It resembled a large bonfire that floated towards the ground, rouge sparks falling in every which direction, sizzling and then dying abandoned on the floor. And his eyes, Miosis like pupils floating around in a pool of lemon yellow.

But all the physical appearances aside, the most unsettling thing about him was the gloomy aura that leaked off him, suffocating anyone in his presence. Nervously you took a step back only to be yanked forward again by the taller man.

"Idia baby!" His mother ran over to him, cradling his hands in hers "This cute young lady has agreed to marry you if you can save her lover, just like in that old tale about your great grandfather! Oh, my this is all so romantic!"

It seemed like no one here understood that you were in love WITH SOMEONE ELSE! Or maybe they did and chose to disregard it. Instead, using the bits they retained as kindling to feed their raw excitement. You shifted your gaze back to Idia's face. To your utter terror, he was...smiling? Could that...look...even be called a smile? It seemed more like the way a shark would bare its teeth at a defenseless seal! Oh, gods please don't let this...thing...be your future husband!

"It should be easy enough," His golden gaze landed on you "W-when did...did he die?" it took a few moments before you register that he was talking to you or technically asking you something. "A...A  few..." your voice cracked, tears streaming down your eyes.

"So recently...okay that shouldn't be a p-problem." He turned on his heels and walked back into the seclusion of the halls "I'll grab some things and meet you by the front door"

A few things ended up being a pile of wires and bolts. Something that looked like a light blue ball of energy and so many tools whose names seemed to go over your head.

Idia was kneeling by your lover's bed, pulling apart the skin and fusing metal in its place. Your darling's chest was cracked open, his ribs poking out towards the sky as if praying for life from the lord of the sky. Every once in awhile Idia would pull out a long tool with smoke floating from the top. He'd lay it on an organ watching as the tissue fiber sizzled away under the heat. He would then tie wires and small circular batteries inside.

"His heart stopped working, I'm guessing from some sort of shock"

You just hummed in response, too caught up in how the man you loved was beginning to look like a modern-day Frankenstein rather than a human being.

The sun had long since faded when Idia finally got up from his spot. His bones cracked and screeched at the sudden change, his muscles giving out halfway leaving him to rely on the wall for support to stand. Your lover's chest had been sewn back and covered with a silver piece of metal. His neck was wrapped in the same sort of alloy. His left arm had been cut open so Idia could shove the energy ball inside than cover it, leaving a small enough gap for wires that stretched from his chest to weld into the ball.

"He just needs a boost" Idia murmured that shark-like grin overtaking his pale face once more. From the side table, he plucked up to jumper cables and clipped them on either side of his neck. Jolts and crackles filled the room and sparks flew in every direction, the once-dead body shuffled around, arms and legs moving at random. You shrieked and duck behind Idia.

Only then did he pry the clips from his neck.

Nothing

for too long nothing happened... then there was a slight wiggle in one finger, then another. His eyes slowly began to prey open, looking over his surroundings. The moment his confused gaze feel onto you. Idia turned you around to face him, clumsily smashing his blue chapped lips onto yours.

From the corner of his eyes, Idia watched as the other man began to understand what was happening...even if he was just resurrected there was still agony at the sight of his lover kissing another...

Good! That should show him who you belonged to now!

[x-ia-n]

― cloud 9.

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Confessions are tricky things, and it was no question that Kaeya struggles to say what he really feels. He tries, everyone, including Diluc, could see that. It’s because of this that he believes that all he’s doing is pushing you away, when in reality, he wants to keep you as close to him as possible.

You were both in patrol, strolling the outskirts of Mondstadt alongside each other. Neither of you typically talked during patrols, opting to enjoy the peaceful and quiet time together. He was leading you somewhere, a dandelion field he had promised to take you to.

Trekking up the cliff, you could see the flower field in the distance. Giggling, you ran, ignoring how tired your legs were from the journey. “Hey, wait up!” The cavalry captain yells, chasing after your figure.

“Oh my, Kaeya,” You started, fingers holding a dandelion flower stem so delicately between your fingers. “You weren’t kidding when you said this place was beautiful.”

“I am pretty wise, Y/N. Really pretty.” He smiled at you. There was something different about his tone as he said the last part. His periwinkle eyes drifted to you as you continued to walk across the field with him trailing slightly behind you. The way you would giggle made Kaeya’s heart flutter.

His brain short-circuits. What?

“Kaeya! Look at the sunset, it’s so pretty.” You interrupted his little meltdown. His eyes slightly widened in awe as you turned around to look at him with a blinding grin, the oranges and pinks of the sunset enhancing how angelic you look. A gust of air rushed by, slightly messing up both your hairs. The flowers rustled slightly in the grass.

Before he could stop himself, he blurted out, “Do you know how pretty you are?”

Your face quickly turned to shock, eyes wide. On any other day, you would’ve processed this as another one of his flirtatious remarks; but something was different this time. Was it the tone of his voice, or how he was staring at you like you hold the moon in your hands?

“You think I’m pretty?”

“The prettiest person I’ve met.” He breathes out.

You utter out his name, a comfortable silence followed after. It was as if you both were waiting for someone to make the first move. You know he’s smart enough to pick up on the numerous hints you gave him, from flirting back to choosing to spend your free time with him. You just never anticipated that there was a chance he reciprocates those feelings.

Now that he thinks about it, you're the one who changed him for the better. Kaeya doesn't think he would survive without his tiny little ball of sunshine sticking by his side at all times, he was the one who understood him the most through the hardest of times and was the only person fit to handle his outbursts and naturally closed off personality. It was safe to say that you change him for the better.

Like a saint, he washes away the evil from his body. Sure, you can be perceived as annoying at times but that's what Kaeya loves the most about you, the thought of anything bad happening to you makes him feel uneasy. And your smile, Barbatos, he fucking loves that smile of pure kindness and innocence. He wouldn't mind spending a lifetime with you, everything about you is perfect.

It's crazy how you can simplify a thousand paragraphs and such complex feelings into just three words, something Kaeya struggled to say his whole life. But this time, from the bottom of his heart, he wants you to know he means it.

Kaeya chuckles lightly, and tentatively holds out a hand for you to take. The warm and fuzzy feeling in his chest grew more as you interlock your fingers with his, slightly turning away to avoid him seeing the faint reddening of your cheeks.

But Kaeya—as always—noticed it, and gently tilted your chin up towards him with his free hand, making you look him in the eyes. He braces himself.

"I love you."

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