#there's something hidden if you can find it ;)

[yanderenightmare]

The Four Seasons as Boyfriends

♡ TW: nsfw and fluff, really soft yandere, if yandere at all

♡ GN reader

Autumn is always half awake but never fully asleep. 

In the morning, he likes pairing coffee with a smoke out on the balcony—standing shirtless, black tattoos on his pale skin, despite the cold wind, watching the sun rise, sporting tousled hair and dark sunken eyes. 

He spends his days more or less the same way. There’s a briskness in the breeze and rain every other day, and all the leaves have turned shades of brown and orange, matting the ground in wet heaps, leaving the trees to look like skeletons. He likes going for short walks just before the sun goes down, when the sky is a warm pink and there ain’t a soul to be seen, and it feels like the two of you are the only people who’ve stayed behind before the apocalypse came.

At night, he’ll stay up late, watching Halloween movies with you in his arms, drinking something stronger than coffee, and smoking something different than cigarettes. He’ll never flinch when the gory scenes play. He’ll just run his thumb up and down your arm and hold you close with a low chuckle.

He’s a quiet guy who spends his time observing more than talking, a real philosopher, writing down things on this old typewriter he has, anything from crime novels to other horrific things. He’s somewhat grim that way—you think he might have been a mob boss in his previous life. 

But he’s got this dry-humored side as well, and a romantic one too—one that whispers awfully heart-gripping things to you in bed, gives you small gifts on all your anniversaries. Half-mast dark eyes without a smile on his lips, bringing your palm up for a kiss. 

Maybe it wasn’t a past life, you think, maybe he’s a vampire who’s been plenty of things. Come to think of it, you’ve only ever seen him outside when the sun has been safely hidden behind a veil of grey clouds. You don’t know, he just seems like he’s come from another age in the way he’ll treat every day like something to be enjoyed slowly, every moment together to be savored, and every detail of your face something to be not just remembered but cherished.

♡ BNHA – Bakugou, Shoto, Shigaraki, Dabi, Aizawa, Shinso, Overhaul ♡ JJK – Sukuna, Geto, Megumi, Toji, Yuuta, Choso, Higuruma ♡ HQ – Kageyama, Kuro, Iwaizumi, Sakusa, Suna ♡ CSM – Aki, Yoshida ♡ BLLK – Reo, Rin, Sae ♡ AOT – Eren ♡ DS – Akaza, Tomioka, Genya ♡ HxH – Chrollo, Illumi, Feitan

Winter wants to spend all his days inside, wrapped up with you in bed like a bear in hibernation. You have to all but fight your way out of his hold in order to get up. 

He groans when you leave, whimpering at the cold, but eventually, he musters up enough willpower to follow you. He’ll have the duvet wrapped around him still, slippers padding towards the smell of breakfast. He’s still sleepy until he gets a good, warm cup of chocolate coffee. 

Clad in a warm blue sweater, pilled from wear, but cozy still, and a pair of baggy corduroys and fuzzy socks in all sorts of colors. 

He’s super reluctant about leaving the house—will literally find any excuse not to and do anything to avoid having to. He’ll stand in the mudroom with you like an obstinate brat as you dress him, putting on his scarf, hat, and gloves for him before pulling him into his jacket. 

He’s pouty at first, whining about his nose freezing, but after a while, he gets more than happy-go-lucky in the snow. Acting just like a dog, bounding about, tackling you down, and rolling around with you so that you’re both sure to catch a cold. 

You build a snowman together, make angels, and a little igloo where he’s deadset on the two of you sleeping tonight. Yeah, not likely, is all you think, knowing him and how the minute the two of you get home, he’s going to hunker down with all the duvets and blankets he can find and cry about how he’s never going outside again. 

And sure enough, the two of you trudged home, freezing cold and exhausted from all the frivolity, he in a whiny mood. You enter the shower together, and he just stands there, arms around you, draping you with his entire body under the water, defrosting. 

Like before, you end up doing things for him. Shampooing the sweat out of his hat-hair and soaping the rest of him up, then doing yourself the same way.

He’s just as clingy when you’re done. Dressed in fluffy robes, he’ll hold you close on his lap and put on a Christmas movie, something funny, something for children, The Grinch or Home Alone, or a romcom you’ve watched a thousand times before.

He’ll eat gingerbread men instead of dinner, drink one too many cups of eggnog, and tell you how he wants to curl up inside your heart where it's nice and toasty and stay there forever—meanwhile, his hand explores your naked body under your robe.

♡ BNHA – Denki, Kirishima, Shigaraki, Toaya, Hawks, Natsuo ♡ JJK – Mahito, Gojo ♡ HQ – Hinata, Tanaka, Kuro, Lev, Bokuto, Miya twins, Tendou ♡ CSM – Denji ♡ BLLK – Nagi, Bachira ♡ DS – Doma, Zenitsu ♡ WB – Umemiya, Togame

Spring is an early bird. Big breakfast spreads every day, wild flowers on the table in a hand-painted coffee mug, toasted bread with a dozen types of spreads, sliced meat, cheese, scrambled eggs, different jams, strawberry, peach, blueberry, apricot, raspberry, and all the currants.

He’s always got a big goofy smile on his face, wearing baggy dongeries and bright pastel-colored T-shirts—green, pink, yellow, and blue. His hair is fluffy, his eyes are round, and he’s always got a new pair of suede sneakers on.

He’d make a great dad, having the personality of a guy who’s a kindergarten teacher, the way he’s all about DIY easter decorations. He has his own craft cart, fully equipped with different colored paper, patterned tape, and glitter in all pretty colors.

He’s never been a very traditional guy, always raving about new ideas, dreams he’s had, things he’s seen when scrolling through Pinterest—you can't hope to keep up...

Your walls have all been painted—not like other walls—but as if the wallpaper were canvas. All your chairs have been bought at yard sales and other second-hand stores, refurbished by him, and hand-painted in different colors with cushions in different fabrics. Your coffee table is an old wine crate he found at a junkyard. All your blankets are knitted with spare yarn from all his other projects.

He also scrapbooks like no other, filling the pages with receipts and tickets he’s saved from your outings and vacations, and Polaroid pictures he’s taken of you, with dates and locations written along the white bottom.

Not to mention, how in the kitchen window, he’s hung the empty egg husks from breakfast, decorated with swirls and dots, with letters spelling Happy Easter!

He also makes you love letters—indulgent paragraphs with an overwhelming amount of love-bombing and hopes and dreams about your future together, always with the wording of a five-year-old child talking about their favorite type of food. 

Yeah, he’s no poet, but it’s the thought that counts, and so A for effort!

♡ BNHA – Deku, Denki, Kirishima, Shigaraki, Hawks, Mirio ♡ JJK – Gojo, Yuji ♡ HQ – Hinata, Sugawara, Bokuto, Miya twins, Tendou ♡ CSM – Denji ♡ DS – Zenitsu ♡ WB – Nirei, Umemiya

Summer is tan with tan lines from his swimming trunks. He’s all smiles and loud laughter, too careless for shades and sunscreen, and so you’re the one who’s left running after him when he sprints towards the water, like a parent, shouting at him to put on some protection.

He filled the cooler up with sodas and beers before you left home, and has brought along firelighters, making a bonfire on the sand for grilled fruits, vegetables, and meats, so that the two of you can spend the day.

His hair is sun-damaged and bleached with saltwater, but he makes it look good with his freckled face, looking as though he lives on the beach. He’ll go in the water several times, never tiring.

He likes to promenade in flip-flops like he’s on constant vacation,  always shirtless, letting his swim-trunks dry while the two of you walk along the shore as the sun gets low, giving you his sweater once the air gets a little chilly. Making plans for how you can fill the rest of the summer. 

He’s got never-ending ideas, you don’t think you’ll have time for it all—hiking, biking, camping, festivals, outdoor movies, picnics, farmers markets, berry picking, kite flying, ice cream, gardening, going diving, sailing, fishing, hot air balloons, parachuting, bungee jumping, skydiving—yeah, his ideas get progressively more extreme as he goes.

But at home, when he’s all drained out from the sun, he’s a quiet presence. Warm still, but calm, lining up pretty seashells and dried-up corals along all the windowsills, before the two of you hit the shower. Washing off salt and sweat, and about a bucket's worth of sand that remains between the cracks in the tiles.

He’ll leave kisses against your neck and shoulder, murmur things in a voice you don’t recognize from the day, but a grainier one belonging to the night, telling you all the dirty things he’s going to do to you now that the sun’s fully down.

♡ BNHA – Denki, Kirishima, Touya, Hawks, Natsuo ♡ JJK – Gojo, Yuji ♡ HQ – Hinata, Sugawara, Tanaka, Kuro, Lev, Bokuto, Miya twins, Tendou ♡ CSM – Denji ♡ BLLK – Nagi, Bachira, Shido ♡ WB – Umemiya

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

[simonscumdump]

Munch! Simon.

It’s not something he exactly hides.

Whether it’s passing little comments, or simply the way he could spend hours devouring your cunt.

Simon has never hidden the fact that he enjoys eating you out, almost to a sadistic level.

He was gentle at first, learning your body.

But eventually, he simply couldn’t get enough.

Not when you look so pretty riding his tongue, not when you taste so good that he can’t even help but moan against your slick cunt with every pass of his tongue.

Which was what led you to the first bout of overstimulation.

He’d been down there for nearly 10 minutes already, gentle, loving. Exploring your cunt like he’d never tasted it before.

And when you came, he kept going.

“Mm, sweet girl. Gimme more.”

His tongue would find your clit, lightly flicking over it again and again earning that addicting choked sound out of you that had him gripping your thighs a little tighter.

And when your second orgasm came, he groaned into your cunt. Lapping it up like it was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted.

“Another…c’mon baby…let me give you more.”

He’d let his tongue trail down, sinking into your clenching hole only to bring it back up to your overstimulated clit. Moaning when you bucked from the sensation.

“You can take it…I know you can…so good for me.”

Over and over, his tongue would flick your clit, briefly sucking on it which only served to make his eyes roll back downright pathetically when you pull his hair a little too tight. His hand trailing down, two thick digits breaching your sensitive hole and curling into that sweet spot that had you squirting before you could even realise.

His head would pop up, eyes as dark as the damp mud outside…that shit eating smirk on his face as he curled his fingers into that spot over and over. Release gushing out of you until you physically couldn’t take it.

“Alright…alright sweet girl…s’okay…I got ya.”

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@whore4romance this was the one I meant to tag you in 😭

[dailynnt]

"Come on, a few kisses won't ruin our friendship"

ఌ︎ Summary: After a terrible day, you run away from everything - to the only person who can bring you back to peace - Jungkook. In a cozy, semi-dark apartment filled with the scent of coffee candles and the warmth of whiskey, the boundaries between the two best friends are blurred. A friendly evening turns into something else: as you two talk about kisses, first touches, laughter, and memories, something that has long been hidden between words comes to light. One kiss and the night is no longer just a night.

ఌ︎ Couple: Jeon Jungkook/ The Reader, Jungkook/Y/N

ఌ︎ Age restrictions: 18+

ఌ︎ Size: one shot (3.6k)

ఌ︎ Tags: fluff, smut, from friends to lovers, best friends, romance, kissing, alcohol, support, tension, reciprocity, tenderness, first kiss, intimacy, mutual liking, night together, sex, unprotected sex, sex while intoxicated

ఌ︎ From author: So guys, unexpectedly for you and unexpectedly for me, I wrote this short story overnight 🤭 My sister and mom will kill me if she finds out that I don't sleep at night and write fanfiction 🤣 But I wrote it spontaneously because I saw an inspiring phrase on pinterest and it’s story instantly popped into my head 🥰 So I hope I didn't waste the night on this story (it took me all night to write it, translate, format, post) and here it is ✨ 💞 Enjoy 🤩💜🫶🏻

ఌ︎ Dedication: Of course for the first to my love of my life @curse-of-art, as well as to my most favorite girls @kelsyx33, @kooko009, @kookiesncreamri, @diame93, @kooklovee, @medstudentlifestyle, @tranquilreign, @someoneelse0109 you make me happy every time I go to the tumblr 💜🫶🏻

ఌ︎ Warning: English is not my native language, so the text may contain references or strangely worded sentences. Minors do not interact!

The city outside the window trembled with lights, as if tired of the day's bustle. Jungkook's apartment was semi-dark, the only source of light being a few scented candles on the floor, he loved so much. Jungkook lit them for you so that you could appreciate the new “black coffee” scent.

You were sitting next to each other on the carpet, leaning your back on the couch, whiskey glasses in your hands and a half-empty bottle and a box of chocolates between you. You shook the whiskey and ice in the big glass and exhaled heavily.

This day has been a real challenge for you. Your favorite sneakers broke in the middle of a rainstorm, and you were criticized at work for a presentation you had been working on for three nights. And to top it all off, your phone broke. The screen died completely, and you were left without connection, without YouTube videos of gamer streams, and most importantly, without music.

All of this knocked you out of your rut. You didn't know where to go, and for some reason, the only person you wanted to see on that terrible day was Jungkook. You wrote to him from your work laptop, it was late, but you desperately needed companionship.

You briefly told him how much fate ‘loved’ you and he laughed sincerely (a emoji in text of course), filling your soul with warmth, and then offered to come to his place and drink whiskey to send fate to hell. He had known you for many years and knew that the only way to help you was to be there for you, to help you relax and to talk to you. You were grateful for his support.

Now you could already feel the alcohol relaxing every muscle, erasing tension. Your hair was falling over your shoulders, and a light, slightly drunken smile was wandering across your face. You watched as Jungkook tilted his head slightly to the side, laughing at your grumbling about the day. It's been a few hours since you've been at Jungkook's place, but you still can't stop complaining about your fate. His eyes sparkled, either from the light of the lamp or from a few glasses of whiskey.

"I've been talking about this so much and I haven't even asked about you. What did you do today?" you asked, leaning lightly against his shoulder.

"Me?" He tilted his head back, looked up at the ceiling, as if remembering. "I spent the morning at the gym, had boxing practice, then had some boring meeting with investors. And then I stayed at home all evening, watching some stupid movie... Until you came," he added, looking at you with a slight smile.

"Oh, did I really save your evening with my life drama?"

"You always do," he said softly. And you suddenly felt your stomach clench. You smiled in embarrassment and turned your gaze to the candle. In fact, Jungkook always saves you, too. Even today.

You talked some more, your phrases softer, a little blurry. Alcohol removed the filters from your thoughts and topics of conversation. At some point - it's not clear how or why - you started talking about sex. It wasn't the first time you had a frank conversation, but it felt different. Maybe because of the tone - less joking, more serious.

"Kissing is what's really important to me," you said suddenly, putting down your glass. "Have I ever told you that I just love kissing? Don't give me bread and samgyopsal, just let me kiss."

Jungkook laughed, but his eyes showed interest. He looked from your face to your lips and back again.

"Really? Knowing how much you love samgyopsal... Even like that?" he smiled broadly.

"Uh-huh. It's like... I don't know, like a dance. Different rhythms, feelings. Sometimes slow and gentle, sometimes hot and hungry. It's like a way to understand a person," you said, as if feeling the moment.

"Do you remember your first kiss?" he asked, still smiling. "What was it like?

"Ha..." you hummed, leaning back. "Funny. I was fifteen and he kissed like a wet fish. But at the time, I thought it was the most romantic moment of my life."

Jungkook snorted, and you laughed with him for company.

"Who was it?" he questioned you.

"It was a boy from the parallel class. He liked me. He gave me so many gifts and fed me all the time. I think, what worked the most was this, that’s why I gave him my first kiss," you joked.

You picked up a chocolate candy and put it in your mouth, after taking another sip of the honey-colored alcohol. Jungkook laughed, shaking his head.

"You haven't changed since then," he said. "If someone guy bought you a wagyu, I bet a 20 thousand won, you'd sleep with him on the first date."

You raised your eyebrows and pushed him lightly in the shoulder.

"God, Jeon, who do you take me for?" you paused briefly. "Only if he was really good looking," you joked.

You laughed again and you felt yourself finally relaxing. Jungkook wanted to know more about why kissing was so important to you, so he continued to ask you questions.

"So what kind of kisses do you like?"

You thought, twirling the glass in your hands. You unconsciously bit your lip and it couldn't escape his gaze.

"With depth... But not always. Sometimes just a light touch is enough. I like it when it starts with tenderness, like an exploration. I love kisses that start when you don't even realize when they became so passionate. When you forget where to put your hands because you want to feel everything," you said as if you were living these words.

Jungkook was silent, looking at you intently. When you felt the silence, you turned your face to him and were slightly taken aback. His tongue ran along his lower lip, and then he nodded slightly.

"You described it all so interestingly. And now I'm not even sure if I want another whiskey or if I just want to know exactly how you kiss."

You giggled, awkwardly, almost hysterically, but the smile dissolved in his eyes. Jungkook began to lean toward you, and you were mesmerized, seeing only his lips. He was very close, and you screamed, instinctively stopping him.

"What are you doing?" you asked, your voice shaking with excitement. Jungkook didn't move away, just forced his gaze away from your lips.

"I was going to kiss you," he said, as if it was a normal thing between you. You turned away awkwardly, pulling away a little.

"Are you go out your mind? We're friends! Friends aren't supposed to kiss, even if we're drunk..." you said, feeling hot and your heart racing.

It would seem that after your remarks, Jungkook should have backed off, told a joke, and that this incident would have been just a misunderstanding.

But you felt him gently grasp your wrist, and in an instant he pulled you to him, settling you on his lap. You screamed, not expecting such actions from your best friend.

Your faces were separated by a few centimeters, and your hot breaths with the taste of whiskey, mingled You felt that Jungkook's grip was strong. His large palm squeezed your waist, giving you no chance to escape.

"Come on, Y/N. A few kisses won't ruin our friendship," he assured you. You looked into his eyes and saw a mischievous spark. "Just a test, especially since you like to kiss."

You were silent. Your brain was screaming that this was a bad idea, that tomorrow when you were sober would be awkward, that you would ruined everything. But your body didn't listen. You were sitting on his lap, hearing your heart pounding furiously, and even more furiously, his. His palm, warm and steady, held you close. Your eyes met.

"Kook... it's going to be awkward between us when we're sober," you whispered, not quite sure if you wanted to stop him or push him closer.

His eyes changed - there was no more mischief in them. Only intense expectation and desire. You felt his hand slide down your back, stopping at your neck. His thumbs gently touched your skin.

"It won't," he whispered and kissed you. His lips touched yours lightly, almost inaudibly. Like that "light touch" you were talking about. And only a moment later, the kiss became deeper, bolder, as if he had heard every word you said in that conversation and wanted to give you exactly that.

His kiss was really a dance. His tongue intertwined with yours, warming the wave of desire between your legs. Jungkook broke the kiss for a moment, but only to lick your lower lip. You felt his wet tongue on your plump pad, and then he bit you.

Your fingers closed on his T-shirt, as if looking for support. And your mind was empty - only the touch, only him.

The throbbing between your legs increased exponentially, and Jungkook didn't want to stop. His tongue penetrated your mouth again, making you even more intoxicated. He kissed you so hard that you felt slightly dizzy.

You could feel his cock getting hard. He was pressing lightly into your buttocks. He felt the same desire as you.

But as much as you wanted this moment to last forever, you had to take a breath of air. Jungkook broke the kiss and you slowly opened your eyes. He was still close, but on his lips, the same ones that had just kissed you, was more than a satisfied smile.

"How interesting," he said in a low, husky voice. "Turns out my friend is a pretty damn good kisser."

You sighed, but it sounded more like a moan-a held, raspy breath after a storm. His words made you smile, but somewhere deep in your chest, you clenched, as if this moment was on the verge of being real and dangerous.

"Can we consider the test passed?" you asked, trying to hide the tremor in your voice, although your hand was still holding his shirt as if you were afraid it would disappear.

Jungkook looked down at your lips and then back up into your eyes. His face was serious, and the touch of his hand on your waist was insistent. He lowered it to your buttocks for a moment, and then his hand, deliberately, slowly went under your blouse. He touched his fingers to your stomach, making your skin tingle, and then his fingers found your breasts. He squeezed one of them and you moaned reflexively. You immediately felt him harden more beneath you.

"How about we move on to the practical part of the test?" he asked slyly. His fingers played with your nipple, squeezing it between them. You almost choked when he lifted your blouse and took your bud into his mouth.

His wet tongue sucked in the tender skin. Your nipple became hard, pressing against the softness of his tongue. You whispered his name, almost silently, more like a pleading sigh than a conscious sound.

"Jungkook..."

His eyes rose to meet yours. Hot, dark, thirsty. And you knew there was no turning back. Everything that had been between you before disappeared in the pulsating tension of this moment.

Jungkook let go of your nipple, ran his tongue lightly around it, making you shudder, and kissed you lower, slowly, carefully, as if studying every millimeter of your skin.

His hand moved to your hip, slipping under your skirt. His fingers touched the inside of your thigh, warmly, decisively. Jungkook was in no hurry, but he didn't give you time to recover.

"You're so beautiful..." he whispered, swallowing your reactions, every moan, every shudder.

"No..." you exhaled, wanting to tell him not to give you these fucking compliments. He shouldn't.

"Yes," he argued. "Fucking hot," he whispered against your lips.

His fingers finally touched your underwear, which was soaking wet.

"Fuck... You're all ready for me, aren't you?" His whisper was deafeningly intimate. "Is that from just one kiss?"

You couldn't answer. Your fingers dug deeper into his shoulders, and your head tilted back. Jungkook pushed the underwear to the side and slowly slid his finger between your folds, making you shudder and clench your thighs.

"Relax... I want you to feel good," he said softly as he pushed his finger inside you. Your back arched in pleasure as he began to move rhythmically, feeling you grip him from the inside. You were tight, and it felt good on Jungkook's fingers. He felt a new wave of excitement as he imagined your tight walls enveloping his cock.

You sobbed, trying to hold back a moan, but it was useless. His thumb pressed down on your clit, and a wave of sweet madness swept over you.

"Tell me if you like it, Y/N..." his voice was husky, heavy with desire. He leaned down and nuzzled his lips into your neck, continuing to caress you from the inside.

"Yes, Kook... more... please..." you choked on your pleasure, your voice breaking. Your hips began to thrust to meet his fingers.

His smile was hot, almost animalistic. He took you to the very edge and suddenly stopped, withdrawing his finger.

"Not now," he said, leaning down to your ear. "I want to be inside you when you come. I want to feel you squeezing me from the inside..."

You could barely breathe. His words burned you from the inside out, and your body trembled with desire. You couldn't even deny how much you wanted your friend right now.

"Get up," he ordered in a soft tone. "Would it be more comfortable on the couch, or do you want to do it on the floor?"

You tried to steady your breathing. Your cheeks were pink and your lips were swollen from his passionate kisses.

"On the floor?" you stammered.

Jungkook smiled, but there was no trace of joking in his eyes. Only a fierce desire that burned the air between you.

"Do you want on the floor, on the couch, on the kitchen table... I don't care where, Y/N..." his voice was low, and he slid his fingers along your jaw, forcing you to look him straight in the eye, "I just want to be inside you. Right now."

Your body shuddered at these words, the feeling of butterflies mixed with arousal left no room for doubt if this was the right thing to do. It seemed that the air had become thicker.

You stood up from his lap, but he didn't let you go far away, just took your hand and gently laid you down on the soft carpet in front of the couch. The surface beneath you was warm, but his gaze was even hotter as he stood over you, pulling off his T-shirt. His torso, toned, with well-defined muscles, made you forget how to breathe. And his tattoos made him look even hotter and sexier in this semi-dark room.

He knelt down, leaning over you, and his palms slipped under your skirt. In one steady motion, he pulled off your underwear, keeping his eyes on you. And then - slowly, as if in a slow motion movie - he unbuttoned his jeans, pulled down his pants, took off his boxers, freeing his hard, erected cock.

You only had time to look at him, and this look sent a wave of even greater desire through you, your wetness between your legs became abundant.

Jungkook lay down over you, leaning on his elbows. His nose touched yours, and he kissed you more gently than a minute ago, as if he was thanking you for your trust. Then he ran his fingers between your thighs again, making sure you were still as wet - and you were even wetter. His breathing became heavier.

"Ready?" he asked, not taking his eyes off you. His tip was already touching you, tempting you in your most sensitive spot.

You just nodded, your eyes sparkling, your breasts rising in a ragged rhythm.

Jungkook pressed on and plunged into you. When the head of his cock began to stretch your hole, you felt a pleasant pressure at first, but after a moment he had to stop because you felt pain. You made a sound that sounded more like an exhausted moan. You raised your eyebrows.

Jungkook came closer and touched your lips, distracting your attention. He plunged his tongue into your mouth and you accepted it without question. He pressed and you moaned in pain into his mouth.

Your best friend continued kissing you, slowly entering you. He stretched you every inch of the way, and you felt your body accepting him... until the last drop.

He parted your lips, and another moan escaped your lips without permission.

Jungkook froze, letting you get used to it. His forehead pressed against yours. His breath mingled with yours. And only then did he start moving-slowly, steadily.

You no longer understood what was real and what was not. Only his body in yours. His hands on your skin. His name escaping your lips in every moan.

For a moment, he was almost exited, and then he plunged into you, knocking the air out of your lungs.

"So tight, I love it so much," he whispered into your ear, pressing your body tighter against his, fucking you rhythmically. Your legs intertwined on his ass. "Fuck Y/N you take me so well, so fucking good inside you," he swore without restraining his emotions which were like fireworks.

He suddenly began to move sharply and deeply. The sensations of these movements made you lose all control.

"Kook... damn..." you had never felt so good during sex before. You literally thought it was the best sex you'd ever had.

"Yes... feel my cock, it's so perfect for you, love" he said in a breathy voice.

And when he started moving faster, you couldn't hold back any longer. You squeezed his shoulders, stretched your lips to his neck, dug your feet into his hips, letting him in deeper.

"Y/N..." he whispered, "that's so good... I can't... I can't last..."

"I...me neither..." your fingers dug into his back. "Kook, I'm going to..."

And at that very moment he squeezed you tighter, gave you one last deep thrust... and you exploded inside him. He felt your body shuddering around him, your tight velvet walls squeezing him to the point of insanity. Jungkook abruptly pulled out of you with a deep, heavy moan. You swear it's the sexiest thing you've ever heard. He spilled all over your stomach, you felt his body cum splattering on your skin.

He froze, holding you in his arms, and then lay on top of you, you felt gentle kisses on your neck as your bodies shuddered with the last waves of pleasure.

And then - silence.

Warm, sweet, slightly dizzying silence and only the sound of your heavy breathing.

You were lying under him, covered in a sheen of sweat, his sperm flowing warmly on your stomach, and your cheeks burning. Not just from physical pleasure, but from the realization that you had just slept with your best friend. And while your body was still feeling pleasure, your mind was already panicking.

Jungkook stopped kissing you and looked up at you. Your skin was flushed, your eyelashes were fluttering, and your cheeks were covered in a red blush. You couldn't look him in the eye, you were so embarrassed, even though you had just let him into the most intimate part of you.

"You're blushing..." he mocked, and his lips stretched into a smug smile that made you pull your neck into your shoulders even more.

"Don't look..." you muttered, covering your face with your hand.

Jungkook laughed softly as he removed your hand from your face. His voice was a little husky, deep, still filled with an echo of pleasure, but calm and warm at the same time.

"Why are you so sweet now, huh? Y/N, it's..." he took a breath, brushing the damp hair from your forehead, "sooner or later it was going to happen anyway, we both feel this sexual tension between us."

You swallowed quietly. His gaze was so penetrating... direct. You felt your heart pounding again, not with passion, but with excitement.

"I just..." you swallowed. "It's the first time I've ever done something so... spontaneous."

"And was it bad?" his smile grew wider, and he traced your cheek with his finger. "Because it was absolutely... fucking good for me."

"Kook!" you punched him in the chest, still not daring to look him in the eye.

"Hey, don't be afraid of it, okay?" his voice became more serious, but didn't lose its softness. "We did what we both wanted, aren’t we? And I'm not going to let you make this about shame or regret. Because I don't regret it for a moment."

Jungkook kissed you again, this time gently, long, on the lips, moving slowly, as if he wanted to put everything he hadn't had time to say in words into that kiss.

You returned the kiss, allowing yourself to dissolve in this tenderness for a moment. His lips were soft, warm, soothing. He pulled away from you.

"We need to take a shower, and you know what else?" He touched your hair and playfully tossed it back.

"What?"

Jungkook stood up and knelt down. You sat down, trying not to look at his crotch. You were covered in his cum and tried not to move too much so that it wouldn't get on the carpet.

"I am hungry. You used up all my energy, woman!" he joked. You smiled, feeling secretly pleased by his words.

You stood up, watching him look at your naked body, and his eyes darkened slightly.

"Order the fried chicken , and I'm going to take a shower. I'm hungry too."

[loveemagicpeace]

🍓Jupiter In Cancer🌙🦋✨

⚡️Aries Rising- During this time, you may travel more, or find out where your home is and where you feel more at home. You may find your home outside of the area you have been in so far. It may mean a longer trip with your family or being a little estranged from them during this time. During this time, family traditions may be different or you may spend major holidays in a foreign country. You can break free from comfort or familiar things and go outside your comfort zone. During this time, you can also decorate your house, the space you live in, more.

✨Taurus Rising- During this time, you can travel more and your travels can include more short spontaneous trips. You can be more considerate of other people's mindsets and you can also express yourself more optimistically and you can learn a lot during this time. You can meet people who are wiser and give you advice. You can express your opinions much more and stand by what you say. You can also meet your relatives more. You can buy a new car or drive longer distances than usual. You may meet people during errands, short travels, online interactions, or even in your neighborhood. You can also hear more clearly what people really mean, especially when it comes to tone, hidden meaning, or intention.

🍋‍🟩Gemini Rising-You can expect more luck with money and financial matters. If things have been more reserved until now, new options and new possibilities will now open up. You can gain money from traveling. You can improve your memory. You can have a better relationship with food and you can prepare different meals than before - it can also mean changing the way you eat or what food you eat - you can try a lot of foreign foods. Your inner feelings and the feelings of those around you may become more optimistic and lighthearted. You may gain greater belief in yourself and your worth. Maybe you can get back the things you thought were lost. You can experience greater comfort and get more gifts.If you have children, their success or recognition may bring you pride during this time. If you don't have children, this could also symbolize the "creative offspring" of your efforts-such as projects, investments, or business ideas-that now start to gain respect or value.

🍊Cancer Rising- During this time, you can express yourself more, your desires, your opinions, and you can find happiness on your own. Jupiter can give you a sense of being able to do things on your own and confidence in how you present yourself. Especially if you don't like being alone or doing things alone, Jupiter can bring you a sense of losing that fear. You may experience many happy coincidences during this time. You can start doing some sport or something related to your body. You may become more aware of inflammation, weight, or digestive issues (upiter rules the liver and metabolism). There's a greater need to balance expansion with discipline-watch for overindulgence in food, drink, or overexertion. Healing childhood impressions by rewriting your personal narrative with greater faith and optimism. If you're a parent, your child may become more curious about philosophy, religion, or foreign cultures.

🐯Leo Rising-During this time, you will be more intuitive and will be able to perceive things differently than usual. You can be more connected to your subconscious and spiritual things. This transit often coincides with temporary or long-term stays abroad, especially for spiritual, healing, or retreat purposes. Jupiter here brings divine support, but it's still a time of inner work, letting go, forgiveness, and closure. Your sleep, dreams, and downtime become more meaningful and healing You will sleep more deeply or need more rest, have vivid or symbolic dreams, discover spiritual ways to relax (yoga, meditation, water rituals). Jupiter expands your subconscious, psychic, and intuitive faculties. Jupiter brings a chance to merge with the divine, your higher self, or the universal flow. It's a sacred time-often quiet, misunderstood by others, but rich with insight.

🐠Virgo Rising- during this time you can socialize more and spend time with friends. You can meet a new circle of people and connect with people from abroad. You can also meet someone new from abroad. You can find a new path that suits you better and makes you feel more like yourself. You can manifest things more easily. You attract allies, mentors, or groups that help your dreams grow faster than you imagined. Receive more income or bonuses. Get recognition or support for your work. Jupiter brings a wider perspective. Your dreams may become more collective-you want to make a difference, help people, or create something meaningful beyond yourself. Humanitarian, global, or innovative causes may call to you now. It brings social luck, dream expansion, greater confidence in your vision, and meaningful allies. It's a powerful time to network, share your purpose, and receive the blessings of the seeds you've already planted.

🌸Libra Rising-During this time you may get more luck related to work or a reward for work. Maybe you can adjust your path or career depending on what stage of life you are in because you can also take a break from work during this time. You have more freedom, period, and you don't have to work as much anymore. You can change careers or achieve a desired goal during this time. You can experience many fateful moments and things that take you in a completely different direction. Jupiter in this house can also mean getting married or engaged because it also represents a sign of getting married in a more serious way or making a serious commitment to someone. Earning money through international or digital means. Outgrow certain friendships. See friends experience hardship while you're focused on your path. Feel disconnected from your old community. This is a classic "success can feel lonely" kind of theme. Stay grounded and compassionate. These interpretations reflect possible major karmic closures connected to visibility, status shifts, or public transitions. They are not guaranteed outcomes: Bring status changes (e.g., divorce, loss, or major transitions in family structure), Trigger ancestral or karmic events (especially if Saturn or Pluto are also involved). Success or outer growth leads to inner questioning. You might feel the pressure of status and crave authenticity over ambition. You could step back temporarily to redefine your mission.

🦋Scorpio Rising- During this time you can travel more and travel longer distances, which are further away. You can go on the trip you've always wanted. This usually symbolizes larger journeys that give you more meaning in life or through which you find yourself and your faith. Dive deeper into philosophy, theology, or law. Develop or restructure your belief systems. You can move abroad, connect with foreigners or foreign culture, study or teach overseas. You might join or leave a religious/spiritual group. Explore new belief systems. You may find faith and meaning in new or deeper ways. Even skeptics may have a spiritual awakening during this transit. You might: Publish your work (books, blogs, creative content), gain recognition for your philosophical or visionary ideas. More fun, optimism, and expansion in your romantic life. You feel freer to love, play, and express joy-especially when it connects to meaning and passion.

🍒Sagittarius Rising- you can get a lot of money from other people. Jupiter acts as a guide through the underworld-not in a negative sense, but by expanding your access to depth, mystery, intimacy, shared resources, and spiritual power. Access deep spiritual states (meditation, astral travel, dream work). Receive messages from spirit guides or the unconscious. Experience personal death and rebirth moments-symbolic or energetic. Support from others financially (partner, bank, inheritance, grants, investments). Opportunities to manage or benefit from pooled money. Jupiter brings abundance when you combine forces, not when you try to do everything alone. If you're in a committed relationship, your partner may come into new resources or be more generous. Some may literally receive an inheritance (money, wisdom, or property). If single, you might attract a partner with financial stability-or someone who opens the door to emotional or material transformation. You may deepen your emotional and sexual bonds. Learn to trust and be vulnerable at new levels. Heal from past trauma around intimacy, abandonment, or power struggles. Jupiter brings expansion through surrender and soul merging. You learn that true intimacy is a gateway to freedom, not loss of control. Gain wisdom through loss, endings, or psychological breakthroughs. Jupiter can also save you from accidents or saves you from illness.

💍Capricorn Rising-During this time, you can enter into a serious relationship that will bring you a lot of joy and happiness. You can find someone who will really suit you and even a person who can be from another country. Someone who is wise, adventurous, optimistic, and fun. You can usually get into a relationship with someone you know from before, or a relationship that may have started recently can turn into something more serious. You can also get engaged or married during this time. You can also meet a serious partner or soulmate-type figure. Attracting partners who are wise, foreign, older, or more spiritual. You may be drawn to someone older, well-traveled, or with a teacher/guru vibe. Your partner could bring new belief systems, worldviews, or cultures into your life.Realizing the spiritual purpose behind your relationships. You may see clearly who truly supports you and who doesn't. You can also start your business or attract business partnerships or collaborations. Some friends may leave your life if your values no longer align. Jupiter teaches us that others are often mirrors, showing us what we need to grow through. If you have saturn & jupiter in this house it can means you will very serious about commitment.

🌌Aquarius Rising- The focus will be on your routine, daily life and work. You can get the job you wanted. During this time, you can have more job interviews and people can see potential in you. Your relationship with your body can change and you can start to love your body more and accept yourself for who you are during this time. A shift in how you see your physical body-more respect, less shame. A desire to treat your body like a temple, not a machine. Jupiter brings optimism and expansion. Can expose issues if you've neglected your health (inflammation, overindulgence, liver or weight issues). Encourages holistic or natural healing approaches-herbs, nutrition, body-mind awareness. You may feel more enthusiastic about structure, or even crave it after chaos. Jupiter helps you expand your daily rituals into something meaningful-morning walks, gratitude practices, or study routines. You may adopt or foster pets. It teaches that growth isn't only spiritual or romantic-it's in how you treat your body, how you serve others, and how you care for your space, pets, and work.

🌙Pisces Rising- During this time you can meet someone new and have a new romance. This is a highly romantic transit—new love can come in, or an existing romance can be rekindled with more joy and adventure. Jupiter attracts partners who are fun, creative, and possibly foreign, spiritual, or generous. If you're healing from past heartbreaks, Jupiter brings light, confidence, and hope for love again. Creative investments (like starting a business, selling art, etc.) are favored more than reckless gambling. You might become pregnant, give birth, or be surrounded by children more than usual. If you have children already, this transit brings growth, travel, joy, or spiritual learning through them. You may write poetry, music, or stories. You may feel more drawn to play, leisure, and pleasure. Sports and performance activities may bring recognition, fun, or healing. Play, laughter, romance, and creativity become your medicine. Relaxation now often comes from doing things you love. Travel, dance, painting, nature, or falling in love might all feel like soul restarts.

✨U can book a reading here✨

-Rebekah🌊🦋

[atereaste]

Sevika as a housewife

CW: Smut

AN: do you know how hard it is thinking of headcannons for this woman? I tried my ABSOLUTE hardest to make it as cannon to her character as possible and I made sure to make it lengthy as possible. Also this was based off this one fanart I found on here that I sadly can’t find.

She’s usually up at 6AM. Not because she wants to but because that is when Anaya wakes. No alarm needed. She’s already halfway out of bed before the fussing starts.

Makes real breakfast like eggs, toast, potatoes, and a ridiculous amount of bacon. Claims it’s “for the baby,” but we all know who eats six strips before you even get up.

Has your coffee ready like clockwork. Never smiles when she gives it to you. Just grunts, “Mornin’. Go kick ass.”

She's not the apron-wearing, Pinterest mom type. She Never wears the classic housewife look. It’s all muscle tanks, joggers, band tees, and sometimes that old leather jacket she refuses to throw out. Cigarette behind the ear, not lit (she tries to quit for her daughter, but old habits never die).

Has her hair tied back, scars on display, robotic arm gleaming under the kitchen lights.

She doesn’t call herself a “housewife” but acts like one every day. If someone else calls her that, like a friend or a family member She grunts, lights a cigarette, and mutters, “Yeah. So?”

She acts like she’s annoyed when you tease her about being a housewife, but she secretly loves it.

Sevika never saw herself settling down, but once she did, it hit her like a punch to the chest, this quiet, domestic life? She’d kill to protect it.

Handles all the heavy lifting around the house literally and emotionally. Leaky roof? She’s on it. Baby teething and screaming all night? She’s the one pacing the hallway with her tucked to her chest, whispering calm nonsense. but she still makes your coffee just the way you like it every morning.

Keeps the house spotless but not fussy. Everything is practical, efficient, and deeply hers. You tried to buy decorative pillows once she threw them like a discus into the hallway.

Baby-proofed the entire house herself. Installed corner guards, outlet covers, and baby gates that require two hands and a prayer to open.

Her name is Anaya, a soft name that Sevika picked out, surprising you both. (You can change it if you want)

Anaya got your eyes and Sevika’s scowl. Chubby cheeks, big curious eyes, always grabbing her mama’s metal fingers.

Her daughter is the only creature on the planet who makes Sevika melt. Big, soft cheeks, giggly snorts, and chubby hands reaching for her scarred face? Yeah. She’s a goner.

Sevika is not soft by nature, but you and the baby bring out a version of her that’s damn near unrecognizable to anyone who knew her back in Zaun. She's a "tough on the outside, but a absolute marshmallow for her girls" kind of wife.

I hope this is a safe space but Sevika 100% listens to jazz like deep, brooding stuff. She prefers instrumental tracks, trumpet, sax, stand-up bass. Miles Davis, Charles Mingus, John Coltrane, Chet Baker when she’s feeling tender.

Late at night, she plays old vinyl on a secondhand turntable she restored herself. The low hiss of the record starting is practically sacred.

She doesn’t explain her choices, but you’ve caught her pausing at certain solos like they say something she doesn’t know how to put into words.

It’s always on low volume in the background while she cooks or tidies the house.

Anaya’s lullaby is jazz. Sevika rocks her while humming along, sometimes adding her own quiet rhythm with her metal fingertips on the baby’s back.

In the early mornings, you’ll find her at the kitchen table with coffee, newspaper, and a Coltrane record playing gently. Hair still messy from sleep, house quiet except for saxophone and birdsong.

She has a hidden stash of photos of the baby on her communicator like hundreds. Pretends she doesn’t take them. You know better.

Wears a necklace you gave her with the baby’s initials on it under her shirt. Only touches it when she’s stressed or tired.

She slow dances with you in the kitchen while dinner simmers. No words, just the rise and fall of horns, her hands on your hips, chin resting on your shoulder.

If you’ve had a rough day, she’ll put on Ella Fitzgerald or Billie Holiday, pull you into her lap, and let the music speak for her.

Once, you walked in and found her in the nursery rocking Anaya to “Naima” eyes closed, swaying in rhythm, completely at peace.

Surprisingly good at cooking. She doesn’t do fancy, but her food hits like, home. Lots of stews, grilled meats, and roasted vegetables. She seasons like a pro and uses that cybernetic arm to mash plantains like a boss

Savory over sweet. Her palate leans toward rich, bold flavors spices, sears, and anything cooked low and slow.

Heavy-handed. No measuring cups. It’s all instinct. She cooks with the confidence of a woman who knows she’s feeding people she loves.

“Trust me. If I’ve made it more than twice, it won’t kill you.”

Anaya strapped to her chest in a carrier while she stirs a pot.

She doesn’t always say she loves you. But she seasons your rice exactly how you like it. She cooks with one arm so she can hold the baby with the other. She leaves leftovers in the fridge labeled with your name.

Does all the errands while wearing the baby strapped to her chest like a living shield.

The grocery store staff are terrified of her. No one questions the tattooed woman grabbing eight jars of applesauce and staring down anyone who lingers too long in her aisle.

If anyone tries to say anything about her being a housewife, she dares them to say it again. Proud protector of her home, her woman, and her daughter.

NSFW

Sevika’s housewife vibe completely flips in the bedroom. All that restrained energy, all those controlled gestures unleashed.

She’s slow, intense, and hyper-focused. She watches your reactions like a hawk, cataloguing what breaks you.

Very much a giver. Obsessive about your pleasure. She doesn’t finish unless you do first , sometimes more than once.

Kitchen sex happened once after you teased her while she was cooking she bent you over the kitchen island with one hand still holding a spoon.

She didn’t even take her apron off. Just dragged your panties down, muttered “Should’ve behaved,” and wrecked you until your legs gave out. Afterwards, feeds you bites of whatever she was making, while you sit on the counter in just a shirt and nothing else.

She adores your body after having Anaya. Scar, stretch marks, softness she’s obsessed. She kisses your stomach like it’s holy ground. “You made her in here,” she murmurs against you Sevika’s housewife vibe completely flips in the bedroom. All that restrained energy, all those controlled gestures unleashed.

Some nights she gets overwhelmed by it goes down on you like it’s worship, mumbling thank yous between your thighs.

She doesn't need formal dom/sub labels, but there's power in how she touches you. In how you let her.

Sometimes she calls herself “Daddy” in a low growl especially when she’s fucking you from behind with your legs shaking and her hand around your throat.

But more often, she calls you “mama.” In reverence. In filth. Whispered against your skin as she takes you apart: “Let me make mama feel good. Let me take care of you.”

Quickies while Anaya naps. Always risky. Always worth it.

The dryer buzzer goes off? She ignores it. You’re already bent over the washing machine, her hand over your mouth to keep you quiet.

When you come out flushed and trembling, Sevika smirks and goes, “Laundry’s done, babe.”

You say one thing about being tired or tense and she’s immediately kissing your neck, dragging you to bed, muttering “Let me help you unwind.”

That always leads to you face-down in pillows, ass up, her mouth on you like she’s starving, refusing to stop until your legs are shaking.

She loves holding you by the throat not rough, but firm. Controlling.

She’ll squeeze just enough to make you whimper, then lean down and whisper, “That’s my girl. So fucking good for me.” You melt. Every time.

Her other hand always finds your clit when she does it. She knows exactly what you need and exactly how slowly to give it to you.

Sevika lives to use the strap on you. She takes her time choosing it, watching you undress, making you ask for it. She prefers when you’re tied down for it spread open, blindfolded, dripping for her.

When she slides in, she mutters, “Miss this, didn’t you?” and absolutely rails you through the mattress until you’re begging her to stop and she’s smirking like the devil.

She always says “We’ll be quiet.” You never are. Baby monitor’s on. House is still. She promises to go slow, gentle, quiet. Five minutes later, you’re sobbing into the sheets while she pounds into you, teeth in your shoulder, sweat dripping down her neck.

“Told you we couldn’t be quiet,” she teases afterward, licking her fingers clean.

You’ve never experienced focus like Sevika’s mouth between your legs. She doesn’t just eat you out she commits.

Buries her face, groans into you, holds you down when you try to run.

You’ll come once and she’ll keep going. Twice? She’s just warming up. She gets off on how wrecked you get under her tongue.

She jerks off to the memory of it later. Usually in the shower. Often thinking about the exact sound you made the third time you broke.

Sevika loves fucking you in front of the mirror. It's not just visual it's about power. She wants you to watch yourself fall apart for her.

She stands behind you, hand around your throat or arm across your waist, whispering filth in your ear:

“Look at that face. You see how pretty you are when you beg?”

She makes you keep eye contact with your reflection. Every orgasm, every whimper—“Eyes up. Be a good girl.”

Sometimes she fingers you from behind while you sit in front of the vanity post-bath. Just a towel, her mouth on your neck, and your reflection wet and wrecked.

Sevika gets off on almost getting caught. Like when Anaya napping, and she bends you over the kitchen table with the baby monitor in full view.

“Keep your voice down,” she warns right before she slaps your ass and shoves two fingers in.

She loves fucking you in places you shouldn’t be: laundry room, balcony, the hallway, even the nursery rocker (when she’s feeling especially risky).

One time, she forgot the curtains were open. Now the neighbors won’t look you in the eye and Sevika? She smirks every time.

You already have Anaya but Sevika still talks about putting another baby in you like it’s her life’s mission.

She’ll say it in your ear while she’s fucking you, voice low and wrecked:

“Gonna fill you up again. Look so fuckin’ pretty knocked up.”

Even when she’s not using her strap, she fingers you through an orgasm while kissing your stomach, murmuring,

“Wanna see you round with my kid again. You’d carry it so well.”

The idea isn’t just sex it’s ownership, devotion, obsession. She wants every inch of you marked by her.

Early morning. Anaya’s still asleep. Sunlight through the curtains. You’re in her old t-shirt and nothing else. Sevika wakes up hard, sees the little wet patch on your shirt, and groans,

“Still leakin’ for me, mama?”

She wraps an arm around you, pulls your tit into her mouth, and suckles while fingering you slowly from behind.

You’re half-asleep and already moaning, legs trembling as she rubs slow circles over your clit and murmurs, “You’re so soft like this. So mine.”

She makes you come twice before breakfast. Her face never leaves your chest.

I’m gonna make a part two of this but of just basic Sevika headcannons cause I have so many written just let me know if you wanna be tagged in that Ⓒ atereaste

[sebmindbreak]

May I request a 1x1x1x1 x survivor!Reader who’s the total opposite of them? Like the Reader is filled of love and compassion to everyone even the killers, a bit naive and always has a smile on a face?

HEHEHEH!

you didnt precise if you want headcanons or oneshot..

so i did headcanons as default!

ANYWYAS!

TITLE : dumb and smart

1x1x1x1

-At first, they were convinced you were either faking it or had some sort of hidden agenda. Nobody's that kind for free, right?

-Stalked you relentlessly just to catch you slipping except… you never did?? You even smiled at them when they cornered you. Said something dumb like, “You look like you’ve had a rough day!”

-They absolutely loathe how warm they feel when you say things like that. It infuriates them. They can kill the others without hesitation, but when it’s you, they just stare.

-Whenever you heal others or put yourself at risk to save someone, they’re watching from the shadows torn between admiration and rage. “Why would you do that for them?”

-Despite their better judgment, they stop other killers from hurting you. They always say it’s because they’re “not done with you yet,” but everyone knows it’s more than that.

-The first time you gave them a flower “just because,” they stared at it for an hour before pocketing it. It now stays tucked in the tattered fabric of their cloak always.

-They don’t understand why you smile so much. But secretly? They wait for it. Even if they’ll never admit it.

-When you cry because yes, even someone so cheerful breaks , 1x1x1x1 loses it. The world could be burning, and they’d still drop everything just to find out who or what hurt you.

-They think you're soft. Fragile. Foolish. But they also think you’re the bravest being they’ve ever seen. Because you still care.

-The idea of corrupting you is tempting… but the idea of protecting what you are is stronger.

-They don’t call you by your name. They call you “light.” Mockingly, at first. Then softly. Then only when no one else is around.

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!

[yamumsyadadd]

request: competitive jenni, prank wars, jump-scares turned into flirting/foreplay

strawberry milk

Jenni likes to think she’s the funniest person alive. And she was to an extent. 

The pranks she threw were usually harmless. Stealing Marta’s socks, hiding one boot, scaring people in the hallway, and usually you only got scared at home. 

She’d hide under the bed and grab your leg as you climbed in, or stood in the closet in the dark and would jump out as you walked past. But being pranked at training was strictly prohibited. It was a deal you both made after she and Leila jumped out at you when you were carrying your metal drink bottle. 

The results? Bruises to their arms and stomach. It was their own fault really. 

However, there seemed to be a miss communication between Leila, Patri and Jenni about who their next victim was. Jenni knew you weren’t in the mood to be pissed off anymore than you already were. 

You had enough shit to deal with, the injury you were just coming back from, family stuff and Jenni’s move were enough on your plate. 

When Jenni realised it was you walking through the locker room door and not Jana, her heart and stomach dropped. You were supposed to be at the Physio for the next half hour which is why they decided to do this now. 

“Amor stop!” Jenni yelled out at you, but it was too late. The bucket of strawberry milk they had balanced on top of the door had already started to spill. The three of them were frozen in fear as it spilt on you. 

“What the fuck.” Your voice was low, and that scared them more than anything. 

“Am-“ Jenni started

“Don’t. Don’t talk.” You gritted out. “What the actual fuck is wrong with the three of you? You’re adults! ADULTS! Not children. Grow the fuck up seriously.” 

The commotion had caught the attention of most the team, leading them to walk through and see the strawberry milk all over you and the floor. Leila and Patri were half hidden behind Jenni, ready to use her as a human shield. 

You shoved Jenni off as she tried to come towards you. This was your final straw for the day, instead of showering, you simply grabbed your bag and left, telling Jenni to find her own way home after training. 

As you drove home and took a hot shower, you thought of a plan to finally get Jenni back. Maybe make her suffer a little more than she made you. 

Unfortunately for you, your sex life was no secret to the team. Jenni always discussed with Leila your new bedroom activities and they knew you were a bottom. Most of the time it didn’t really bother you, but it made planning your revenge even harder. 

It started as soon as she got home. You let her grovel, and then she asked the important question:

“What can I do to make it up to you?” 

You slowly walked over to her, standing in front of where she was sitting on the arm chair and straddled her lap. “I want to fuck you.” 

Jenni’s eyes got comically larger, “but amor. I always fuck you!” 

“Exactly, so you should let me have a turn.” 

She took a minute to decide and you used that time to leave kisses on her neck, sucking slightly at her jaw, “okay.” 

Her hands automatically tightened on your hips. Pulling you into her more. As the groping and kissing got more heated, you pulled away. Standing up and pulling Jenni with you. 

Phase one was complete, now it was time for phase two. Which you knew would be harder. 

You knew after the third orgasm she’d be more willing, so you kept going until she was there and as you kissed up her body, you asked. 

“Can I use the bed straps on you Bebe?” Jenni mumbled something that sounded more like a moan than words. “Words my love.”

“Yes. God yes.”

As you tied the cuffs around her wrists and ankles, all you could think was phase two completed. 

You got her to test them a couple of times to make sure they weren’t too tight, before kissing her a couple of times and getting off the bed. 

“Where are you going?” She asked, slightly panicked. 

“I’ll be right back. Just getting something.” Unbeknownst to Jenni, you had time to stew and put in a grocery order, then remake the bed with a waterproof protector so the mattress wouldn’t get ruined. 

Not only did you grab the strawberry milk from the fridge but you also got redressed. 

“Hurry up!” You heard Jenni yell out from the bedroom. So naturally, you did the opposite. Taking your time to wash your hands, have some water and quietly laugh to yourself. 

Slowly you walked back into the bedroom, strawberry milk hidden behind your back. 

“What?” Jenni frowned as she saw you, “why are you dressed?” 

Instead of saying anything you pulled out the strawberry milk, sitting it on the dresser for her to see. “I asked you nicely, many times, not to prank me at training and you knew how stressful this week had been for me.” You started.

“But-“

“Ah ah ah. I’m not done. I thought about all the times you’ve had me relaxed, calm or half asleep and then bam! You pulled a prank on me so now, well now it’s my turn. I have you at my mercy.” You gave her a sweet smile before opening the first bottle. 

“No wait! It was meant for Jana! You were supposed to be at the Physio, I swear! I promise on Andy’s life!” The realisation that you were serious settled into Jenni. You had never done anything back to her and now she was going to have to pay the price. 

“Maybe you shouldn’t have scared me in the shower last night either. Or last weekend when you wore that stupid clown mask!” 

Before you could pour anything on her, you remembered the pillows. The expensive pillows you loved so much. You could’ve been more gentle when pulling them out from under her but you were still annoyed. 

You had no plan on how to do this, because in all honesty you didn’t think you’d get this far. Instead of slowly pouring it on her, you just dumped it. First on her hair and chest, then her legs and arms. 

Jenni tried with all her strength to get out of the restraints as you poured and unfortunately for her, it only made the strawberry milk make a bigger mess. A mess you would make her clean up. 

“Stop! Stop! Stop!” She breathed out. 

“Only if you promise no more messy pranks. On me, Jana or anyone!” 

“Okay! I promise!”

“And you have to tell Patri and Leila too. And clean up this mess.” 

“Yes yes okay. Whatever you want!” 

You smiled to yourself as you got what you wanted. You let Jenni loose from the restraints and smiled at her as she huffed. 

True to her word, she did clean up all the mess and also apologised again. 

The next day when you walked into the locker room with Alexia, you caught the tail end of Jenni’s conversation with Patri and Leila. 

“…she tied me up and poured strawberry milk all over me! I was naked and exposed.” They gasped and turned towards your voice. All you could do was smile sweetly at them as Alexia laughed next to you. 

[revelboo]

Revel, I just have to know-

Does waspinator have any concept of what roleplay even is? He and his human have been on a wild ride recently, lmao

He probably wouldn’t understand, but would agree to play along if it makes his human happy. But would also get confused and take it way too seriously.

Roleplay

Waspinator

• Fighting not to snort as he fidgets his clawed servos, antenna back and wings tucked close, Waspinator whines softly, obviously uneasy with the idea of play hunting you. “It wouldn’t be real,” you soothe. “Just pretend. You know, for fun.” Raking a hand through your hair as his mandibles flex, you try not to just demand he play along. But really, what’s the point of having a big, fierce looking bug monster for a mate if you can’t have a little dominance play? “It’ll be like playing hide and seek with sex at the end,” you try. Because he likes hide and seek and okay, maybe you tell him you’re playing just so he’ll hide behind the curtains in the living room and you can pretend you can’t find him and have some peace and quiet for a bit.

• “Hide and seek,” he repeats and you smile. “Waspinator seeks?” Wings flicking faintly, because he always hides, never seeks. Maybe you want him to seek because of how good he is at hiding? Little mate never seems able to find him. Stays hidden for a long time when you play. Never played hide and seek with sex, though. But you nod, giving him the good Waspinator single digit hand gesture not the angry one he’s not supposed to repeat. “Counting,” he growls obediently putting his hands over his optics like you do and counting slowly.

• Dressed only in a robe, you slip through the house. Because in your head, you’d imagined him chasing you, snarling and ferocious. But you’re also realistic enough to know he’s about as aggressive as a radish. You’re not sure that he can even get angry. Hear him call out ‘seeking’ and roll your eyes as it sounds like he knocks something in the kitchen over.

• Wings buzzing, he crawls up the wall and swings upside down, bits of plaster raining down as he moves along ceiling so he won’t alert you. Being sneaky and extra quiet. Hunting. Buzzing softly as he creeps along, scenting you, he tracks you to your bedroom and you startle when he hisses to make you almost fall against the bed, swearing and eyes wide. Before you just fall backwards onto the bed, thighs spread. “Oh, no. Don’t hurt me,” you moan, throwing an arm over your face.

• Nothing? Lifting your arm to look up at him hanging there. And his antenna go back. Still upside down, mandibles flexing as he stares at you. “Waspinator not hurt little mate,” he whines, sounding like he’s about to start bawling that you’d even think that. “Never hurt little mate.” Grabbing a pillow and pressing it over your face to stifle the urge to scream in frustration. Because there goes the mood, your wet puppy having a meltdown.

• “We’re playing. Remember? That you’re hunting me?” You say, voice muffled by the pillow you have over your face. “You caught me. I’m your prey?” Dropping and flipping to land on his peds, he drapes himself facedown on the bed beside you, wings flicking. And your head turns to look at him. “And that’s not happening, is it? Want a hug?” You mutter and he rolls onto his side, dragging you into him and wrapping himself around you.

• “Waspinator good,” he mutters against your hair and you awkwardly pat his cheek. ‘Yeah,’ you agree tiredly. He’s good and you’re still horny. Maybe you can work up to training him to roleplay? Or start with something so vanilla he can’t possibly take it the wrong way and get upset? “Not prey. Mate.” Because he’s sliding into a whining mess. Again.

[professional-jaywalker]

Very frankly it's somewhat of a leftover from the origins of otherkin in modern witchcraft spaces I think?

I don't know about it much myself, as said in the text, I'm nowhere near spiritual enough for it to have been a point of interest for me, and I did not relate to the concept of true names. What I understand of it, though, is that it is supposed to be kind of fey style. Like that idea of being able to control someone when you know their true name, a lot of witchcraft spells asking for one's true name as a taglock, faeries stealing your identity by stealing your name, etc.

Most of the times i've seen it, basically the idea was that if your soul was hidden, and then suddenly revealed to you as something nonhuman, and you were getting back memories of your true self. Then this true representation of your soul had a "true name" that was the direct tie to that in that witchy way, and a lot of people's quest for their true nonhuman self culminated in finding it, usually though meditation.

This is however very likely poorly explained or partially incorrect, since i'm going from memory of people i did not know well and of a concept i have no personal experience with, but it's the best i can give you.

Mildly annoyed at the trend of people... Forgetting that many of the strong experiences one can feel about alterhumanity are historically very very common in otherkin and therianthrope? This is not... Beef toward anyone, in fact this popped up bc I checked in on a non anglophone alt-h server, but god. Like speed round. As a note this is gonna be more therian linguo heavy just bc I'm very tired, a therianthrope, and mostly was in therian spaces so it's what I default to but a lot of those are applicable to otherkin n fictionkin.

"can phantom shifts feel like physically shapeshifting"

-> yeah this was an experience talked about not uncommonly on forums. A lot of therianthropes expressed the feeling of "a pelt under your skin begging to breach out" or feeling limbs push out against their skin as the phantom shift took place. Sure a lot of people also feel very mild phantom shifts. Both exist. But this experience is in fact a phantom shift experience. We called ourselves "weres" for a reason. Seems more common in people who distinctly see themselves as werecreatures, but this is not abnormal for a phantom shift, although preferably you should do a doctor check if you feel pain (also an experience ppl talked about, but it's not usually thought of as "normal" just bc. Well that's kinda bad and may hide an injury or whatever so it's better to check mundane reasons first. But painful shifts seem to exist you should just be very very certain nothing else could be causing it).

"I can't turn off being an animal / I can't stop my instincts at inconvenient times / I don't feel suited for human society"

-> this one always surprises me when it's presented as bizarre for otherkin/therians. That was like... A baseline therian experience. Yeah no a lot of us can't either. Usually the difference is that this feeling is at an all time high when in situations where you are constantly pressured to "human" correctly, socialize and have no breaks to wild it out, which corresponds a lot to The Entire Duration Of School and is therefore a more common complaint amongst teenagers than adults. It gets a bit easier as an adult sometimes if you're lucky to have opportunities that let you manage your life around instincts and such, although sometimes, well, you gotta play by societies rules to survive n it stays hard. Also a commonly reported experience. You do learn! But some people are better at hiding instincts than other, some instincts are easier to hide than other, etc.

"I have shifts I cannot control under very intense emotions"

-> "Berserker shift" is a controversial term due to a variety of reasons that span the usual "that's too weird, don't talk about that", the fact you're still responsible for what you do while shifty, or just bc it sounds kinda... Edgy, from a first glance, but it IS a term from our history and a lot of people do report the experience of going fully animalistic if freaked out enough. Sometimes alongside extremely strong phantom shifts as described in the first point! I've heard of people who had complete verbal shutdown and could neither speak nor understand speech, could not walk on two legs, reacted with growling spitting and biting, just the whole thing. I think this experience is a bit harder to find mostly because it's... Very vulnerable, usually. It tends to require less than pleasant conditions, and tends to be very vilified, so not talked about much, but very much something that is recorded.

Transhumanism, species transition and body mods overall

-> I'm not gonna talk much about this one bc I've said a lot in other posts, but there's a reason trans species and therianthropy are super intertwined and it's... Because a lot of therianthropes did historically attempt to transition or at least modify their body and surroundings to their best capacities. The idea that therianthropes, as a rule, mostly do not attempt to modify their bodies seems to me very incorrect.

"I feel a strong, almost supernatural drive toward nature / I feel in my bones I am nonhuman / I believed I could physically shift during most of my life under the right conditions"

-> This one is going to be a bit hard for me. As a result of having psychosis, I have kind of a mental block over thinking too much about it in regards to myself. It's also I think A Major way ppl seem to be confirming physical nonhumanity, so like, you do you, I'm not Telling you anything about yourself. However I do want to note that these feelings aren't particularly rare amongst nonhumans overall. A reason why so many therianthropes got in toxic groups that promised being able to go back to one's true form was... Because a lot of us are deeply convinced in some way or another that if things align juuuuust right maybe just maybe we'll have our bodies again. It's not hard to. Understand why an entire community defined by being in the wrong body would have this trait. A lot of us felt a strong drive toward nature, a feeling of being displaced amongst humans, a lot of us attempted to physically shift.

"I wish I could have my species's offsprings / I feel dysphoria over my sexual functions / I have sexual drives that align with being weird fetishes in a human society"

-> this one is more getting erased due to puritanism I think but yeah no for a lot of nonhumans it. Does not stop magically under the belt. And it's not a problem unless any theriform animal is involved. Yes even if it's kinda nasty to think about. I will however note for the first point "no theriform animal is involved" kinda still goes, please do not adopt animals, especially exotic animals, under the impression that you can parent them as a theriform animal could? It CAN be possible to raise a theriform animal in a way that would satisfy parental instincts if you're trained for it, but we're not special. We got raised by humans, we don't magically understand our species better than people trained for it. Very imprinted animals commonly make poor parents.

"I remember my past life / I communicate with my animal self spiritually / other spiritual experiences"

-> this one is such a surprise to me to see so uncommon now. Spirituality used to be a cornerstone of otherkin and therian spaces and it's kinda wild to me to see it's so rare now. So yeah no that's very much a thing. I don't think I've seen someone soul search for their "true name" in ages, when that was everywhere on old spirituality inclined forums. I can't speak much on this bc I am not a spiritual therianthrope + point about psychosis made before but I've seen parallel lives, I've seen past lives, I've seen future lives, I've seen misplaced souls, I've seen having a chat with your theriotype as a representation of your soul... Awakening seemed to have a meaning of the... Spiritual event of your soul kinda ripping to reveal your inner self for a while, a singular event in which you start remembering. Was very common on an old french forum over here. Not sure if that was as common in English ones. A lot of people's nonhumanity was not as based on shifts and instincts as on uncovering that hidden self through spiritual means, memories, and such.

Weird Shit Happens Around Me ("I can't digest things a human should digest in accordance to my species, ppl have noted my nonhuman traits as if they could see my invisible limbs, animals react weird to me, etc")

-> noooooted in the past but I think these have always been subject to doubt to be fair. Like you can find records of stuff like that quite easily, but also its very hard to prove in any way, shape or form. So that's a reason it's not in the basics of nonhumanity. But yeah historically a lot of otherkin/therianthropes have claimed Weird Shit Happens. Not rly my case so can't speak on it.

And I think I've mentioned what I had in my brain but this is just to remind ppl like... The therianthrope who wears a mask for fun and is only mildly inconvenienced by their animality is not really a representation of the community historically. Weve always been pretty fucking intense and pretty fucking weird. Chances are, if you are experiencing a very weird thing, it's not particularly a disqualifier of therianthropy or otherkin historically. Not that people might not give you shit about it! Pretty much all the points here, while not uncommon reported experiences, ARE in fact also things I've seen ppl be antagonistic about in the community. Which to be clear is stupid. But yeah it doesn't mean you're wrong, it means they don't realize the extent of our experiences.

[kyri45]

✨SBP: Second Star Q&A! 20/05✨

Welcome to the Q&A! A space where I can answer related or similar question about the Shadowpeach Bio Parents AU Spin Off! If it’s not answered here, worry not! Your asks might have been used for a future comic or just in the queue~

@autism-autobot ha chiesto: Weird 3 AM question for you: Do the stone monkeys have belly buttons? They came from eggs, so they might not but they may have been magically connected to something or someone, so...? Bellybuttons? Sorry if this is weird, my brain has been thrown for a loop lately.

They don't

@fake-anjel ha chiesto: Kyri, I remember you liked to draw Nezha a lot (don't blame you I have a literal list of logical explanations of why he's so drawable) But I've been wanting to ask you, how you think about baby/child Nezha? Since that in the legends he's a child god, Pluss in his old movie he died and stayed in the form of a child so I believe much in the theory that he's stuck in the age of six (when he died and came back to life) forever, both mentally and physically and uses glamour to age up so people take him more seriously I want to know if you also head cannon that theory ? (just pure curiosity)

There's a lot of different version, it's interesting to see that in LMK he's kind of an adult, I like to think he did grow up a little during the millenia, or that his outer appearance reflects his mental age, so in the years he was forced to "grow up" after his father became the pagoda wielder, and so he also reflect the age he must follow to be taken seriously by his father

@elianaroselight ha chiesto: It's wild to think how long Wukong and Macaque had been gestating their little girl. They went into meditation at month 9 and meditated for 11 more. That is 20 months! Almost 2 years!

if you think about it Nezha mother's gestation period was 3 years, so they got even lucky with that.

@straightally2001 ha chiesto: I'm curious, is the baby gonna grow differently than MK. Is she gonna be a toddler longer than MK was?

yes, just a bit longer, not that much.

@the-ninja-girl-in-blue ha chiesto: Are we going to eventually find out what the baby’s name is going to be or is she not gonna have a name at all? I’m not asking for what her name is now I’m asking if we’re going to ever find out what it is or if she’s gonna have one.

yes, at the end of the spin-off

@wintzrr ha chiesto: Dumb quesiton 💔 I forgot where but i read that your gonna make 3 spin-offs of the bio parents au, just by curiously… Is one of them about spicynoodles.. I say with a hidden folder pure spicynoodles fanart from your fanfic. ON MY HANDS AND KNEES I NEED TO KNOW. ALSO I LOVE YOU ART SO MUCH OH MY GAWDD.

no

@writingamongther0ses ha chiesto: Random thought- Pigsy: *opening the shop* *monkey noise* Pigsy: *turns head* Child: *sitting calmly next to the door* Pigsy: "..." Child: "..." Pigsy: "Tannnng...it happened again!"

LMAO

@selfdestructivecat ha chiesto: OMG SHADOW POWERS!!! I’m sure that’s not gonna give the parents any heart attacks lmao I’m curious if this is why Mac’s shadow powers were going haywire while they were feeding the baby their power, while Wukong’s were greatly weakened? And if this was also why Mac seemed to be more drained by the process than Wukong, at least at first?

A little, but mostly because he died once so he's weaker

@twilight-bai-he ha chiesto: I just realized something so you know That MK and Wukong can shrink so Red son and Macaque can have a tiny pocket husband/boyfriend

This is a very important information, thank you for sticking this image in my head.

@michigo-eevee-trainer ha chiesto: For the Bio Parents AU, I do have one question. If MK had used his energy to help the child grow, would that help or hurt the child? I mean I know it needed energy from it's parents in order to grow but MK is their brother. So wouldn't that work too? Though it would drain MK badly as well so maybe it wouldn't be a good thing.

It wouldn't have hurt it, but he would have needed to be part of the ritual as well and having to be connected to them as well during the gestation period.

@lizislife ha chiesto: Will we ever see macaque truly get mad?

maybe

@coolshadowkiller99 ha chiesto: Hey. I have a question. I know a lot of people make Mac and iron fan sworn siblings like wukong n dbk but are yours? Like wine auntie pif? Also I just want to hold bby mk and the shimians and everyone like burgers cause they're so adorable! I love them! I wish they could meet my oc Alix and alis.

yes she's wine aunt

@emptystarhead733 ha chiesto: Yello. I wanted ta ask since I love your art. Would Wukong throw her, for funsies, thinking she'll just teleport back, but when she doesn't Macaque catches her, scolding Wukong for it????

that's more of macaque honestly

@imafluffycupcakey ha chiesto: Will we see the baby all grown up? By the end of the spin-off? Maybe? Pretty please?

nope

@s-p-r-i-n-g-t-i-m-e ha chiesto: what’s the baby’s relationship to Tang and Pigsy exactly? :0 uncles? stepdads? dads in law? brother’s dads? also why are Wukong and Mac so tired, baby seems pretty chill? esp. since she’s already 3ish, only cries when overwhelmed by people. is it the stress of a toddler that can portal around so they always gotta find her? she’s def not as active as baby MK lmao

they are both uncles. Pigsy is also the godfather

@drpepperlover545 ha chiesto: this is a joke question but, will she get free noodles for life?

obviously

@monika-396 ha chiesto: Is Xiaotian gonna cut his hair now that his parents are back and his baby sister is here?

it's funnier if he doesn't

I have two question(I’m sorry if it’s too much😔) 1.)Would the baby be immortal just like her fathers, or they would have to do something to make her immortal? 2.)Is there a chance that you would make another spin-off that would focus on her life? (BTW I LOVE YOUR LATEST CHAPTER🤍🤍)

They aren't 100% immortal like wukong or macaque. They can perfectly become in some way immortal like Wukong did with his 72 transformations, and she does age more slowly by default

@vivian-adhd-core ha chiesto: So iI'm after my final exams (math went bad) and the bby made my absolute day. So I wanted to ask if it's okay that I make an AU of my main Oc being her auntie? (I hc my OC as Macaques younger sister. Also I will draw stuff once I ain't grounded!) Amaizing design, love it, keep up the good job and stay safe! 💖

As long as you tag me

@astro-nomaly ha chiesto: Can I ask why the baby has that weird blank spot in her face marking? She was literally just born so it’s not a scar, so what’s going on there? Ignore me if this is somehow a spoiler lol

birthmark

@keykittygirl ha chiesto: Since you said that ne zha will be in the baby shower, I'm just curious like will he actually gonna get his own clothes changing stuff XD I mean like we have seen how the other characters got a different clothes, meanwhile the poor lotus boyo only have his armor

he mostly wear his armor cause he's able to visit between his work shifts

@astro-lmk-enjoyer ha chiesto: You think DBK picks Red Son up by the scruff of his neck like a mother cat?

sure, why not

@epicloversposts ha chiesto: Hiya! Just a little question about Wukongs and Mk's apparently shared weakness,how would red son react to finding out about Mk's weakness, would red son be flustered or would red son be devious and use it against mk to courtnap him?

i mean they already cournapped the other so- i guess only for teasing him

@autism-autobot ha chiesto: Does Mamacaque get Mother's Day while everyone else has to share Father's Day? How do they do?

he gets both

@neptune-nova ha chiesto: Would you ever make a spicynoodles comic? Just curious lol

unlikely. I have so many other comics I wanna do first.

[littleapplle]

21:21.

cw.: nothing, really. my own interpretation of rafayel's behavior so... maybe a bit ooc. my man is a puzzle I can't seem to figure out. I wrote this in an hour, so it's ass. I just really wanted to post something. sorry </3 not proofread. 754 w.

There's something therapeutic about watching Rafayel paint, you think. He doesn't mention it, but you know it is a privilege to see him this vulnerable in his studio.

"I painted it just because. There is no meaning behind it.” Liar. Painting was his way to silently curse and scream at the world for decimating his people for its own sadistic fun and curiosity. Careful brushstrokes bloom into oceanic sceneries that any collector would judge as disturbing. The side of his thumb and pinky, often used for sharp details, stained with crimson dye, stain the tormented sea with dramatic strokes, diluted in the dark waters.

It's a way to find grounding once again, to keep him on his feet. For so long, Rafayel has been terrified of vulnerability and intimacy, scared he'd show fragility to someone and that they'd leave once more like an unending cycle of torture.

So when Thomas visits the studio without warning, trying to catch Rafayel off-guard, Rafayel drops his brush and refuses to keep painting until he's gone. It comes off as pettiness but as an artist, Rafayel is on an eternal performance with himself and his trauma.

You were quick to learn that nothing with Rafayel is superficial. You need time and patience to read him. Like he's a poem of tragic words and complex sentences you have to reread a thousand times to maybe get a glimpse of what the author thought.

He comes off as petty because he's scared. He uses drama as the pitiful curtains of his stage, trying to hide the shameful mess that lies behind them in the dark.

And as scared as he is, terrified that you might dissolve into sea foam and leave him for a millenia, he lets you in. Finally, the person he has been devoted to for as long as he can remember sees him through an act he doesn't even notice putting up with. A fragile mask falls but it isn't terrifying, it's relieving. Like a breath he has been holding on and never noticed.

Rafayel lets you see every facade of his. You enter his studio whenever you feel like it, the spare key with a cute and red round fish keychain is always on your bag. Just in case. You have free access to any of his sketchbooks and messy art pieces around every corner of his home. Rafayel burns with passion, he wants to go slow, take his time until he's confident that you're here to stay, but he just can't. What's the point of hiding something from you?

While he's busy, you spend hours going through old journals with yellowed pages, pinching the slightly sticky papers with certain carefulness. You find multiple frustrated sketches and scribbles of a face that looks like a forgotten version of you. Like writing in sand that has been washed off by the waves.

Lost canvases hidden near the tall, dark wooden shelves of his living room have forgotten faces he no longer finds strength to repaint or finish. Other old and dusty books hold poems and letters in a language you can't really understand.

Rafayel grows used to having you around while he's painting and working. Raw emotions don't scare him so much. He humors you and lets you pose for him. He chats with you while he sits on his silly and tall stool. He lets you observe him while he feels bare.

And by your spot on his big couch, you watch the process carefully.

At first, he stretches. Cracking every joint he can remember and stretching his arms as high as he can. Then, with his current sketchbook in hand, he draws a quick, much bigger and messier version of his sketch on the raw canvas.

It's beautiful. He works gracefully, hypnotizing you with every movement. Quick and thin brushstrokes settle and he covers it with a thin layer of a light shade of paint.

He knows you stare but it isn't uncomfortable. Warmth fills his heart at the thought of having your eyes, heart and mind concentrated on him and his passion only.

And on your side, you feel honored to have him let you in so kindly, allowing you to see him naked and raw, filled with emotion.

A week later, you find the same canvas still leaning on his wall where he started it. Adorned with shiny pearls and lovely colors, this time, he gets your every feature right.

He could write unending words of worship about you, fill a thousand books with his love and cover hundreds of canvases with fervor but at the very corner of this one he just writes “Adoration, Rafayel Qi.” in elegant black lines.

⊹ ࣪reblogs are very much appreciated. thank you for reading!(*´▽`*)

[onlyheluvsme]

Girl if you dont make ellie and reader kiss rn i will riot

Jesse is great but ellies is ellie like CMON

hahahah!!! i am evil and enjoy the pain i cause.... however i will be kind...somewhat. here you go anon!! hope you enjoy!!

⇢ ˗ˏˋshe's got a boyfriend anyway [ii]࿐ྂ

˗ˏˋellie angst!!´ˎ˗in which ellie is in love with her best friend — mdni, lowercase intended, f!reader, angst, mentions of: comphet, b*yfriends, religion, homophobia*ೃ༄ pls leave reqs!!

part one | part two

your leg bounced in excitement as you waited for ellie — it was the monday after your trip and you were waiting for her to get out of class so you can both go to her house, the daily ritual.

there was so much you wanted to tell her, how stupid jesse was the entire trip, you had to practically do everything. you wished the entire time that it was her you had gone with, not him.

the heavy door of the school's entrance swung open to the left of you and you watched a group of kids leave, one of the last being ellie,

"ellie!" you called out, waving her over.

her head whips over to find you sitting on one of the benches near school, something in your hands. she hadn't seen you all day during classes, since both of your monday schedules never crossed paths. meaning this would make it the first time she spoke to you since the friday you left, well in person at least.

ellie didn't make it an hour after dropping you off to text you, ensuring you got on the road safe, then again when you got to the hotel. she spent the entire weekend on find my friends, watching the circle of your contact move about.

it finally gave her peace to see you, safe and sound and within her range of view [and reach]. yet, she couldn't help but feel a wave of disquietude wash over her as she walked over to you. the image of you becoming more clear as she gets closer, so fucking beautiful.

"hey" you smile to her as she gets close enough,

"there you are," she smiles down at you and ruffles your hair as she sits next to you on the bench. you hit her shoulder with yours and fix yourself, feeling the need to look nice in front of her.

her eyes flick down to the small package in your hands, a gift you'd gotten on your trip,

"oh! i got you something!" you gleam as you turn your body towards hers and shove the gift into her hands.

with slightly reddening cheeks ellie turns on the bench towards you as well, knees touching. her fingers find the tape of the wrapping paper and tear at it,

"you didn't have to get me anything..." she says softly, eyes on the gift.

"you kidding? i needed to get you this! i couldn't stop telling jesse how much you would love it!..." your voice slightly fades as ellie gets a glance at what's hidden beneath the paper.

two ceramic figures in astronaut suits sit on the moon, hands held in an embrace, one of the figures with its head on the shoulder of the other — on one spacesuit read ellie's name and the other your's.

this make look like a sweet gesture between two friends, maybe to your friends and to your boyfriend, but for ellie? this was a physical model of every one of her dreams. her fingers brushed over the painted letters of your name, bottom lip catching between her teeth — she loved seeing it next to hers.

"...jesse wanted one too, but y'know this is our thing" your voice trails back in and ellie whips her head to you,

"you didn't get one with him?" she attempts to rear her excitement but needs your reassurance.

"nah, then he tried to get matching bracelets but i told him it was tacky" you rolled your eyes, oblivious to her gleaming look.

"so you got nothing with him? no gift to remember the trip?" ellie emphasizes the nothing, if theres no physical evidence between you and him to tie you to the trip, she hoped you might associate it with her in the future when you two eventually broke up.

"yeah, an affogato at dinner" you joke and she lets out a laugh,

"well, thank you, i hope i can take you myself one day" ellie says, putting the ceramic display back into its box safely and into her bag.

you stand, ready to go back to hers,

"yeah i wish i went with you" you say as if it was just a normal answer but ellie's stomach fills with butterflies and her chest constricts. you don't even know what you're doing to me? do you?

as the two of you walk to her car, you pause to let her walk next to you instead of behind you and when she gets close enough you grab her arm lightly. it takes everything in ellie to act normal when you do this, hands wrapped lightly around her tattooed arm as you walked together, as if she was yours to touch and hold — little did you know, she was.

ellie wishes she parked farther when the two of you finally reach her pick up and your hands leave her. she opens the door for you, as always, buckling you in as you fumbled around with your sunglasses. once she hears the click of the seatbelt, she pulls back unable to help herself from smelling your sweet perfume.

ellie closes your door and rounds the car as you fiddle with her radio. being in ellie's car was so peaceful for you, got to put your feet up on the dash which was nice since your boyfriend always lectured you not to in his car.

ellie even let you have control of the radio, something you didn't know she was anal about when you weren't in the car. it's just, the girl would let you have anything you wanted so how could she say no when you asked to play your silly music.

it was a warmer day and ellie had all the windows of the truck down as she drove the two of you to her house. your eyes were closed as you soaked in the warm breeze and relaxing feel of the road. it was impossible for her not to glance over at you constantly, you looked so serene and so so beautiful.

on one particularly longer glance, ellie heard the honk of a car and quickly looked back to find herself on the other side of the road, too close to the oncoming car.

with quick movements, she swerves just missing the car but is unable to gain full control of the car as it drives off the road and onto the grass field on your right.

"oh my god!" you call out, one hand hitting the window to stabilize your body as it bounces around as the car drives through the bumpy grass.

"you okay?" is the first thing she asks you, immidately flinging off her seatbelt once the car stops to bend over the console to check you for injuries.

you don't respond in your state of shock, still attempting to gather yourself but ellie is impatient and grabs your cheeks, turning your face towards hers,

your wide eyes find her fearful ones and she scans every inch of your face, not one scratch.

"i-i'm okay" you finally say with a shaky breath and a gulp, adrenaline still bumping through your veins.

ellie's hands still rest on your cheeks as you gain your composure. she doesn't think, shock and fear of almost ending both of your lives still coursing through her, and her lips come down onto yours.

she kisses you like it was her dying wish, like if she had to pull away in this moment, she wouldn't be able to breath. your wide eyes slowly close, shock from the almost accident and now this hitting you like a semi.

her hands come from your cheeks to the back of your head pulling you as close to her as possible. the kiss messy and wet, both of you chasing the feel of the other.

she knew it, knew you would taste so sweet and so perfect. how could she ever forget this taste? how could anything else ever compare? ellie had dreamt of this moment, prayed to any god that would listen to let this moment happen, and here she finally was.

it felt like a bliss she was sure could never be replicated, ellie had been given a glimpse at heaven, how was she supposed to let this go?

butterflies racked your ribcage as you attempted to keep up with her kisses. you had never thought about kissing her before, sure there were times you stared at her lips while she spoke — watching the beauty mark on her upper lip, but you never thought about her sexually...

right?

"wait" you pull back with a gasp, fuck how long had we been doing that?

ellie's wide eyes stare at you, lips plump and slightly glistening with your lip gloss.

"fuck! i-im sorry! i shouldn't have done that, fuck!" ellie starts to ramble,

"el" you attempt to speak,

"you probably feel so violated and hate me so-"

'ellie" you try again

"i am so fucking sorry! i really-"

"ellie!" you call out, evidently shutting her up and leaving her with wide eyes that simply stared at you with unease.

you waited a beat, attempting to gather yourself. so many thoughts went through your head, first being your parents, if they found out a girl kissed you and that you had kissed her back they would surely send you to some church camp and force you to never see ellie again.

you also thought of jesse, sure he was nice but it was true that you were dragging him along at this point. it had been years of the two of you dating and you had never done anything more than light kisses.

jesse was extremely nice but you simply weren't attracted to him, however, it wasn't easy for you to just let him go —he helped you keep up a image you parents fought so hard for you to keep.

finally, you thought of yourself, so many things in your life forced you into a picture perfect image: your parents, school, your boyfriend. you spent all your life feeding into said image, not once letting yourself be.

what ellie didn't know, was that she finally opened that can of worms with that kiss — a can that your environment had shoved in a dark dusty corner. your sexuality was something expected of you, as your parents expected you to marry a man. you never questioned it, that was until ellie.

until her lips pressed into yours and you had never felt more safe — ironic since she had almost killed the two of you seconds before. it was like a thousand butterflies were let out of a cage in your tummy when her lips molded into yours and you wanted to climb into her lap. you wanted to keep kissing her.

you had never felt this with any man in your life.

"i need you to take me home ellie..." you finally whisper out to her.

ellie's eyes close in anger and disappointment, shaking her head as she's unable to speak through the lump in her throat.

"you need to know-" she tries,

"please, not now" you say softly, arms coming to wrap around your knees as you stare out the window.

with a sad sigh, ellie puts the truck back into park and turns the car the opposite way, to your house.

the drive is silent, not even the radio playing as she drove you home, all happiness from before gone. a part of her wanted to regret that kiss but she simply couldn't. it felt like the most natural thing in the world, as if the two of you were created for each other.

the truck slows in front of your home, and you don't move when she parks, eyes staring into the curtained windows watching your parents shadow move about.

after a quiet moment; you staring at them, her staring at you, you break the silence,

"see you tomorrow" you rush cowardly, jumping out of the car and slamming the door behind you.

"yeah, tomorrow" ellie says into the empty car, you having run up to the house in your haste. for the second time in a week, ellie drives home with tears in her eyes, only this time less hopeful of the future.

[ellie masterlist]

[knightyoomyoui]

"All I Ever Need" - PART 1 : Hell In Heaven

ft. TWICE's Yoo Jeongyeon (x Male Reader)

TYPE: Fluff, Smut, Light Angst

WORD COUNT: 3928

NOTE: Another Jeongyeon series! To the anon who is waiting for a Jeongyeon smut to come out, here it is. My plan is to divide the story into 10 chapters and update it all starting from this month. Hoping I can complete it before I quit writing at the end of 2025. Enjoy goth mommy Jeongyeon that I've never been done before.

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TAGS: missionary, 69, mutual arrangement, doggystyle, anal sex, oral sex, introvert OC, rich girl jeongyeon

DESCRIPTION: Two broken souls finding unexpected refuge in each other when YN LN—a shy, self-effacing photographer—is evicted during the middle of a bad weather, he’s rescued by Yoo Jeongyeon, a wealthy and feared goth businesswoman with a hidden longing to feel vulnerable.

===START===

The rain came down hard and unceasing, a cold shroud thrown over the city's dark streets. Water collected in the crevices of the pavement and dripped from the split awnings like a persistent, melancholy breath. Behind the veil of night and rain, a single figure stood under a stammering streetlamp, indistinct. You held a tattered canvas bag and a scuffed camera case, the only belongings you had remaining. Your black hoodie was waterlogged, clinging to your gaunt body. You didn't move much, as if the rain had soaked into your skeleton and numbed your determination. The world around you dissolved—a haze of neon lights, blaring automobiles, and muffled footsteps. You'd been evicted that afternoon. You remember the landlord's final angry words, but now you hardly even hear them. It was the cold against your skin now, the burden of each unpaid rent, each missed attempt at catching up, and your sister—ay in a hospital bed, quiet, breakable, waiting. A black sleek car purred down the road alongside him, engine purred low, rain pattered on its gleaming hood. A passenger within, Yoo Jeongyeon observed. The city recognized her as untouchable—a powerful woman with a reputation as dark and uncompromising as her fashion. Tonight, however, something vulnerable in beholding you alone in the midst of the rain, with those suitcases and bags you carry, awakened something within her—a quiet despair she knew lay beneath the surface.

Wait, stop." she instructed the driver, her tone low and firm. She opened the door and got out, holding an umbrella.

"Maam, watch out!" The driver shouted.

Heels tapping on the wet pavement as she walked towards you. Looking up, a form emerged that merged with the black shadows. You glanced up, surprised. Your own eyes were deep pools of weariness, but there was no bitterness or rage—just a weary resignation of this harsh destiny in your life.

"Are you okay?" she asked, her voice gentler than she normally permitted herself to be. You swallowed hard. "I'll be alright, miss." you mumbled, lowering your head.

Jeongyeon stepped closer, raising the umbrella over both of you. "It's raining. You're soaking wet. Why are you carrying your stuff under this awful weather?" You shook your head. "It doesn't matter. “I won’t be ordering my driver to stop if your situation don’t matter to me,” she said softly. “You better do the same. What happened?” He glanced down at his hands, filled with nothing but callouses from the burden he always carry with him. “Got kicked out. Couldn’t pay rent.”

Jeongyeon felt disdain that you’ve suffered through. The strength of the wind and the rain alerted her that staying here outside won’t do no good for them. “Let’s continue our talk later, get into my car.”

“W-what?”

Just listen to me, I can't have you here cold and wet outside, taking the storm in just because things haven't gone well for you." Jeongyeon told her. "Now come in and we can finish our conversation at home.

Your arms were held by Jeongyeon and opted to pull you through the car as the driver helps the door. She pushes you in and she sat next to you. The car drove away from the scene. To eliminate the suffocating awkwardness and tension within, Jeongyeon cleared her throat and opted to start the conversation.

"So why did you get kicked out-

As she looked over to her side, the stranger was now sleeping peacefully, your head hanging out of the window. Jeongyeon and the driver met each other's eyes in the rearview mirror. "He must've gone through hell in order to get knocked out like this."

She continued staring at your sleeping face, and Jeongyeon felt something ignited within her curiosity.

The following day, you woke up in her mansion's guest room wrapped in plush velvet curtains and comfortable blankets, a room where the rain outside during last night must've been far away and inconsequential. Prior to rising to the bed, a small, glossy desk, a note was waiting for him:

"If you're staying, we'll talk soon about what you can do for me." - J

Eyes creased in bewilderment, you step out of her room which is situated in the second floor of her gigantic simple home. Providing your eyes with a walkthrough of the astounding exquisite pieces of furniture and artworks on the walls and ceilings, you questioned yourself whether this woman whom you met yesterday evening isn't merely a kind of a typical benevolent citizen who chanced upon your wretched condition in the rain.

At the end of the steps, you are now in what should be the living room. Three figures were observed working with the food at the kitchen, accompanied by them has the unmistakable attire, a black oversized shirt, thigh high shorts and a rumpled hair that directs the maids through the preparation.

One of the maids could have noticed you just gaping at them uncomfortably, so the woman turned around. You get the first glimpse of her appearance. Black eyeliners, not so thick make-up, a gloomy aura that symbolizes her gothic personality and taste. are what make her interesting and distinctive.

"You're awake." Jeongyeon dried her hands with a towel. " "Do you get what I'm saying on that point?" she asked as she started pouring coffee in two cups.

You shook his head. "Not really."

She exited the kitchen and walks toward you, her features became clearer to be seen by you. She's truly beautiful, her aura bellows fierce and bold, and her physique was equally as unbelievable as her facial appearance. She provided you with another cup of coffee she prepared. You and she are now sitting together in front of the dining table.

She moderated her tone softer than ever, a departure from her style. "I'm making an offer on a condition to our deal if you permit me to assist you by remaining here on my property for as long as you want."

"And that would be?"

"I desire someone to be in charge of my life—a secretary, yes, but more than that. Someone who can hold space for me when I'm not well."

You scowled, not anticipating this type of request. "Hold space?" “Be there when I’m overwhelmed. Help me find balance. Not just with my work, but with myself.” You lowered your eyes, the impact of her words weighing heavily. "I don't know if I can do that. Whatever you've been dealing with, I'm at least as bad as you are now. And, you're also rich. Why couldn't you get a psychiatrist to handle it?"

"Because what I desire, couldn't just be fulfilled by anybody, not even a psychiatrist you're talking of. I like it with… the likes of you."

"Oh, so you're into the negative meets negative for a positive result, huh?" "Guess you can do that." She smiled, taking a sip of her coffee. "What I got inside me must get treated at any time I desire it to, and I want whoever that person is to be with me whenever I ask to handle it for me. And I found you to be the… company I prefer to."

"Then you want to remain here, with me doing all these… whatever can amuse you?"

"A win-win deal for us. You get to discover your temporary refuge while I enjoy what I desire, someone to keep me company as my personal secretary whom I shall be tagging along with me."

You ponder her proposal carefully. She awaits your response, simultaneously providing you these enticing stare that makes you believe that taking her deal will give you an entry into your life that will provide you greater chance to live by it without any more trouble. Just calmness, ease, and satisfaction.

I know you're taking this seriously, but I'm not doing this like as if your life depends on it. I just want you help me as much as I help you." Jeongyeon said. "And you don't have to be perfect. You just have to try."

You gulped hard, the softness of her solace giving you comfort. "I don't want to fail you.

Jeongyeon extended her hand, touching his with an easiness which surprised you. "You won't. Because this isn't just work. It's trust. And I'm willing to trust you if you really need it."

He gave a harsh laugh. "But not that ease. You don't know me, Jeongyeon. You can't just do that just because you pity me."

"And I want to know. I do pity you, yes… but my plan of assisting you was evident. This, proposition between us. I'm doing this instead because you caught my interest, YN." she stated, catching herself off guard that caused her to freeze for a moment after uttering those words. "Why did you even turn out like that? What happened yesterday anyway? You've not been able to tell me you see because you dozed off on how much you suffered being out there.

You let out a deep sigh and ran your fingers through your hair, worrying it as you rubbed your head to relax. Lip bitten, voice hardly above a whisper. "Work's been… slow. I'm a photographer. Studio job, not a lot of money. But my sister's struggling to live—she's in the hospital. And medical bills just keep adding up." Jeongyeon's eyes softened. She was surprised at how difficult your predicament really is than she can ever think of. "I'm sorry." You shrugged, attempting to conceal the pain. "It's life. I'm used to it. Now that I already accepted that it hasn't been doing me good for a long time now." She looked at you a moment longer. "You don't look like a man used to giving up." "Looks can be deceiving." You grinned painedly. "I can measure the limit now with my fingers at how much more left I was able to hold out with all of this. But I can't, not yet. Not without taking my sister out there in good health first."

"If that's the case, then say it." Jeongyeon pressed forward, daggers flashing in her eyes to push you towards the correct option. "Say that you require this. I'm here presently, would you leave me be?"

"I have a home. A company that I ran. All that, I can offer. You don't need to be alone."

"Why would you ever do that?"

She smiled, a soft, unfamiliar one that curved her black lipstick-covered lips. "Because sometimes, the strongest people need someone to hold their hand."

Emotional conflicts, the conflict of your choices, and the desperation of survival. Your tears erupted, head bobbing in agreement. "I do. I want to try it."

Jeongyeon was delighted at his thorough admission. Her fingers running over your skin sending shudders running through your nerves. You turned your eyes back to her, greeting the now changed side of her which you were on the verge of seeing for yourself.  “You seem struggling all this time. Now that we have arranged ourselves, would you like me to demonstrate already how much we could work ourselves out?”

"Where are you leading me?

"Somewhere ideal for us to enjoy the solidarity we've always dreamed of."

She took your hand and led you up. Shoving you into her bedroom. Dark, mysterious, and radio silent, she closed her door as she attacks you to the bed. Sitting over you with her whole body, she cradled both sides of your head as she looks at you greedily. "This will be our haven for the lost, such as ourselves. Remain here with me for as long as you desire, and I am willing for you to discover where you can belong once more." "Won't you prefer that, one like me, who will take you in with open arms?" She mumbled to herself, fingers tracing at your chest.

"Y-yes…"

"And I… could let you explore what everyone always fail to learn about me. Whenever you want to. Take me with you, YN. For now, by pleasure."

She kissed your ferociously, her hands fisting your hair as she roughly makes out with you, grinding onto your crotch. A quick glance at her fiercer and hotter kavorka, her sharp predator eyes and messy strand of her short bobbed-cut hair sprawled around her face, she breathed heavily as she guided your hands through her sides.

"Escape this cruel world with me, YN. Find delight in me and show how much you need it."

Your hands extended to her breasts, which remained covered by her t-shirt. Barely made her whine. She did not want any interruption, so she left your body as she stood next to the bed, taking off her clothes to expose something marvelous she;s been concealing all along in these loose clothes.

Standing before you in her purple and black blended lingerie, she seductively approached you and crawled over your reclined body. Removing your clothes as well, it crossed your limit to tolerate this sexy view of hers. Sitting up, you yanked Jeongyeon towards you to kiss her frenziedly again.

She sat on your lap, crotch to crotch she grinds anew, your left land holding the nape of her head and the other at her lace-covered breast, squeezing.

You tossed her onto the bed. She heaved a heavy sigh as she observes you removing your lower part of clothes too. "Yes, give it to me, YN. Do it."

Your cock poked out of your briefs, Jeongyeon was amazed by its size and girth, she guessed it's an estimated 7 inches. She felt your hand pulling her waist down, her legs spread open over you. Putting aside the skimpy clothing that covers her bare pussy, you slowly rub your length against her slit before entering.

"Ugh fuck, y-you're so huge." Jeongyeon gritted her teeth as she could feel your size intruding into her innards, pushing her walls to their limits she thought. "Mean it when you fuck me. You can have me any time, YN. It's one of my means of paying you back, so don't waste it. Bring all you got."

"As you wish." You began to move as you observed Jeongyeon's face lift with strong thrusts you're imparting to her. You increased your face, starting to screw her in the same manner that she want it to be done, her limp limbs dangling around her like wings as you seal her gasping mouth with your lips again.

Trapped in your body, Jeongyeon could only push you further into her by enclosing both her arms and legs around you. Her voice breaking into all the moans she emits with the ferocity of your skin smacking against each other.

Exiting her mouth, you slammed her body by touching her lips. "Uh uh f-fuck yes, go slow and then deep. That feels so fucking good, mmh." She praises the way you stroke your cock on her wet pussy.

Take me in whatever ways you can come up with, don't hesitate before me." Jeongyeon touches your arms to indicate stopping at pleasuring her in a normal missionary position. "You can dominate me, I'm all yours YN."

"Promise me you'll b-be o-okay, Jeongyeon?

She smiled, adamant at her reaction.

"Don't mind me. I've been yearning for this so badly, the sensation of being ruined and dominated. And I want you to exert all your energy, YN."

She turns around, placing her arms and knees on the mattress, bending in front of you. "What do you think about us beginning from you taking me from behind. What do you think?" She said as she rocked her massive meaty butt shaped beautifully in her panties, luring you.

No more words required, you sniffed her butt through her underwear before pulling them down, revealing her fat skin. You buried your face in between her flesh, Jeongyeon begins to moan at your mouth gnawing through her magnificent hole. Adding to it with your hands rubbing her clit, it challenged Jeongyeon's patience to stay still at her level with all the teasing she's had so far.

"E-enough of that, fuck me hard now YN!"

Your regained rod passes smoothly through the crevice of her buttcheeks. "Where do you want me to put it in?" "You're already there, YN. Bury it up to my ass this time. Break me."

You pushed slowly in, watching her tight ring stretch to create an entrance for your enormous cock into her tight bum. Her muscles accommodate your girth well but slightly painful at its stiffness. You can very well sense that Jeongyeon is still a virgin in her precious areas. Your cock managed to be inserted, and Jeongyeon lay motionless on her position.

Give me a moment to get used to, please. I-it's my first time." She confessed. You were flabbergasted, this is the level of faith she's been placing in you and really does live up to it.

"S-sure, go ahead."

Jeongyeon whined as she can sense your heat, your size, and the subtle pulsating of your shaft within her. "O-okay, go on. Then like before, take me fast. You nodded, slowly pulling at first before pushing again to build a momentum as you begin getting into the rhythm again. With Jeongyeon getting used now to this new position, you went all out now on her ass, pounding it with strength as her skin rippling into contact with your crotch.

Her body shook with the bed. Her moans and screams louder, her hot back figure making this sex with her feels so great to watch. You still didn't show her mercy because she insisted on her, while she enhances more pleasure by fingering her cunt as you do yours.

"S-shit, I'm cumming Jeongyeon!"

"I-I'm also getting close. Do it inside, I want to feel you."

"Agh fuck… I'm gonna release it!"

Mouthing a lewd "ugh," Jeongyeon's eyes widened as you plunged your cock into her to the hilt, filling her ass with your hot cum as she squirted her juices through the sheets and some onto your thighs and knees. Throwing yourself on the bed, you assisted her in riding out your orgasms by delivering scant thrusts on her ass before departing.

You took yourselves some break first, with you holding her ass, liking how her skin slides off through the crack of her fingers. Jeongyeon purred at the sensation of her backside being touched, until she recalled something. "I haven't touched you yet. Do you like my ass that much?"

"Yes. It's so huge, sorry." You blushed and laughed. "It's my first time getting a hold of this."

"Don't be afraid, you can have it while you stay here." She smiled slyly. "But also, I can show you always that not my ass would be the only thing you'll drool for."

She pulled your shoulder down to place your body again. "How about this, why don't we do what we both want at once? I can then have your cock while you continue eating my ass and pussy. Sounds good?"

"Definitely."

Jeongyeon rotated so she can be stacked above your body in an opposite manner. Her face is now in front of your limp cock while her pussy and ass hovering at your face. “I’ll take the turn first this time.”

She takes your cock as she succulently eyed it, licking her lips and nipping at it lewdly. She releases a big gasp as her butt get pulled back so you can finally gorge on her plump pussy. "Mmh ahh~ Y-yes, lick my pussy like that, YN. I love how skilled your mouth is."

The goth woman joined you by rubbing your cock to full size once again. She could barely even wrap her hands about it. "Welcome back, you beast." She ran her tongue over your head, her smooth saliva coating your slit had your legs rigid.

Your humming made Jeongyeon shiver too, your breathing sending shocks to her pussy. A battle of delight, Jeongyeon takes her time exploring each part of your penis with her mouth while you waltz your tongue and kissed each spot on her pussy. Your hands forcefully massaging her ass once more, it may be your addiction where Jeongyeon must meet in the coming days.

Jeongyeon eventually sucks your cock into her mouth, her cheeks sucked in to apply more pressure in sucking. Both hands holding your testicles to assist your balls to create more load for her to target earlier. It did not take long as she doubled the effort by giving your shaft another effort of pumping as she provides you with a great blowjob.

Your gigantic penis wedged into the hot crevice of a short-haired goth bad girl as you devoured her out like its your final meal on planet Earth. She's there, hovering over your body, naked together, into her bedroom. It was like before you were merely having a sharing of emotions yet now, how things change so quickly with both of you now doing intimacy in an overdue sex to de-stress yourselves in this cruel world.

"Mmh fuck, you're making this so difficult for me to concentrate on your cock when you're going wild behind, sweetheart." Jeongyeon moans while wanking your cock in a rush and rubbing her ass against your face. "My pussy continues to leak due to your fingers." "Please try your best, i am feeling myself cumming again in no time."

She couldn't had to be instructed twice. Jeongyeon brings your cock back to her mouth, reciprocating your energy by bobbing her head rapidly down until her nose probes the base. You too hastened the flicking of your fingers in her cunt, slurping all the pre-cum that runs out.

Jeongyeon first, thighs clamping your head as she had you consume all of her juices to satisfy you from her seducing you since a while back. You nearly suffocated at how much honey nectar she offered for you, but it would not be a nuisance for you if you'll get knocked out with her pussy placed right on your face.

You mouthed swears and contented responses when Jeongyeon made you cum next. Limbs curled, tailbone lifted just so you can pummel your length and deepthroat this horny rich woman as you dump your another set of load down to her belly. She slowly withdrew her lips from your cock and licked all the drops remaining that your tip could not help but to drain.

"God, that was a lot." Jeongyeon wiped her mouth. "Having that much of amount everyday will surely keep me filled to the brim."

"Same can be said to you." You agreed. It made Jeongyeon blush.

"I-i've been holding it longer than you can ever think, okay? It just so happens that I get to meet you." Jeongyeon said, resting her head over your crotch while observing your hard cock slowly subside.

"But seriously, uhm… thank you for this, Jeongyeon. It was amazing, for a first time." You grinned, stroking your palm over her ass.

“I’m glad it was a great introductory for our newfound relationship, YN. Expect more for the next following days, but for now, rest and give yourself some time to sink it all in.”

Jeongyeon grabs her panties and her clothes as she dresses herself. “Because starting today, I’m going to change your life. J-just… make yourself comfortable staying by my side, and I’ll it all happen in an instant.”

She went out of her room, leaving you to ponder on all that went by and prepare yourself on the potential things that are still in the same but done differently which will ensue afterwards with this experience encountering a woman like Yoo Jeongyeon.

=== END OF PART 1 ===

[makeitmingi]

When Flowers Bloom In The Dark [Chapter 23]

Genre: Romance, Mafia!AU, Violence, Angst, Slow burn

Pairing: Hongjoong x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Florist!Reader, Mafioso!Hongjoong, Mafioso!Seonghwa, Mafioso!Yunho, Mafioso!Yeosang, Mafioso!San, Mafioso!Mingi, Mafioso!Wooyoung, Mafioso!Jongho

Summary: When you appeared and wept at his mother's funeral, Hongjoong found himself wanting to find out more about you. A regular girl, who owns a flower shop in his territory and has a relationship with the mother that he hasn't spoken to in years, why hasn't he ever noticed you before?

[Warning(s): 18+ for violence, use of weapons, smoking, alcohol consumption, slight gore, gang affiliation, tattoos and character deaths. Minors DNI. This is a work of fiction and does not represent the Ateez members in real life.]

Word count: 3.3K

To be honest, you didn't think Hongjoong would take your passing comment seriously. The second day of the week that you were supposed to go for work at the house, Hongjoong told you not to come for work. He wanted to take you out on a date.

"But I have work! Work for your house." You said to him as you sat in the car after he picked you up. You didn't have an 'issue' with going out on a date with him, it just felt wrong to do it on a work day.

"You're already in the car, just enjoy the date." He chuckled.

"I know and I'm not questioning that I'll enjoy what you planned but maybe I can convince you to detour to the house." You chuckled.

"Besides, weren't you the one who said that the garden is fine that you don't even need to come over that often anymore?" He reminded with a teasing smile.

"I said the garden was getting there, it's not there yet. You took me way too seriously." You scoffed.

"I always take what you say seriously." Hongjoong raised his eyebrows at you before turning back to focus on driving.

"So... where are we going?" You turned to look out the window, changing the subject to hide how flustered you were by his words. Hongjoong smiled, knowing he got a reaction out of you.

"You'll see. It's a nice place, don't worry." He assured.

"I'm not worried." You rolled your eyes. Honestly, you were happy to go anywhere with Hongjoong. But you noticed that the buildings were slowly disappearing and all you saw were trees. You realised that Hongjoong was bringing you somewhere in the countryside or just out of the city.

"The weather is great here." You smiled. Seeing that there were no cars, Hongjoong slowed the car down to put down the hood of the car, having put it up earlier when it started to drizzle.

"Wow." You took a deep breath, closing your eyes. The fresh air of nature was something you loved.

"We're not even there yet." Hongjoong reminded.

"Doesn't matter, I'm already loving it." You giggled. Hongjoong was relieved he chose the right place for your first official date. Okay, with help from the others.

"Now, we're here." Hongjoong parked the car within the gravel space and came around to open the door for you.

"Thank you." You smiled and got out.

"How did you find this place?" You looked at the little old house that was a little restaurant. It wasn't crowded and looked rather hidden. Plus, you didn't think a lot of people would drive out here for that.

"A magician never reveals his secrets." He winked and locked the car. After that, he guided you towards the restaurant.

"Reservation for 2, under Kim Hongjoong." He told the older lady, who came out to greet the two of you warmly. You assumed that she was the owner here. She nodded and led the two of you to a table right by the big open window.

"Is this seat alright?" She asked, looking up at Hongjoong.

"It's perfect." Hongjoong smiled at her with a bow of his head. He knew it was right when you just stood there, staring out into the scenary of fields and flowers.

"I didn't even know a place like this existed so close to Seoul." You turned to Hongjoong.

"We can come back whenever you want. It's good to get away from the city every now and then." He said, pulling the chair out for you.

"I'd really like that." You sat down and he took the seat opposite you. The lush fields, trees and greenery was amazing. You wished you could look at this forever.

"Here you go." The lady came back with menus.

"Are you enjoying the view, miss?" She asked, noticing how you could barely tear your eyes away to look at the menu.

"I am. I love it. You're very lucky to be able to see this everyday." You smiled at her. She chuckled and nodded in agreement with your words before leaving you and Hongjoong to browse the menus.

After choosing some appetisers to share and your individual mains, as well as some drinks, the lady came to take your order. You looked around the restaurant, the house was old but it was well maintained and cozy. It almost felt like you were eating in someone else's house and not a restaurant.

"I take it you're impressed?" Hongjoong tilted his head.

"I am. But you know, Hongjoong, I don't mind where we go. It's more about the company than the place or price." You said.

"Same for me." He smiled back. That was one of the rare times you openly admitted to like spending time with him, it was good, a progression in your relationship.

"Here is some bread and your starters." The lady placed the bread basket down along with the salad and chicken appetiser you ordered to share.

"Thank you." You and Hongjoong smiled.

"Dig in." He gestured for you to start. You took a piece of warm bread and broke it apart to eat.

"How is it?" He asked as he moved to serve you some salad before putting some chicken on his own plate. You nodded with a thumbs up as you chewed.

"Good to hear." He grinned and ate the chicken, taking a piece of bread as well. You picked up a fork to eat the salad.

"The salad is really good. The dressing is great. You should try some." You encouraged. Hongjoong shot you a suspicious look and made no move to put some salad on his plate. He could not be convinced that a salad was good.

"Here." You made a bite and put it on your fork, holding it out to him. Hongjoong blinked at the fork that you held out to him, not knowing what he should do.

"Oh, sorry! I don't know why I did that, I just acted out of instinct." You were about to retract your hand when he grasped your wrist.

"You're right, it is good. Sweet from the fruits." Hongjoong said as he chewed the salad, having just eaten off your fork.

"And don't apologise." He added.

When the appetisers were done, the lady brought your mains to you. As you ate a bite, you would look out at the view as your chewed. You didn't even notice Hongjoong staring at you with a soft smile.

"We can go there for a walk later." He told you, making you turn your head back.

"I'm looking forward to that." You grinned. Both you and Hongjoong offered the other person a bite of your food to share.

"Mmm, it is very good." You nodded as you wiped your mouth. This closeness, this peacefulness here reminded you so much of your lunches with Mrs Kim. It felt like you were with her again, sharing food with her while you relaxed and chatted. But you knew it wasn't her, it was her son.

"Do you think you'll ever live like this? Away from the city?" Hongjoong asked.

"As much as I love the view, I know the reality is that I can never be too far from the city. Convenience of things, work, it's better in the city." You sighed.

"Maybe a vacation house then? A place you can come to every now and then." He suggested and you hummed in agreement.

"What about you?" You asked back.

"If I were on my own, I'd probably feel bored. I grew up a city kid and like you said, with work, I have to be in the city. But if I had company, I don't think I'd ever want to leave." He smiled softly.

"It's peaceful and private." He agreed. Since you two were too full for dessert, Hongjoong got the bill after you were done eating.

"You're always paying, Hongjoong. You never let me pay." You frowned as he handed the cash to the lady.

"Because I want to treat you so don't worry about it." He replied, putting a hand on your head. The lady giggled at the interaction between the two of you. She walked you both to the door with you and Hongjoong bowing gratefully to her.

"Ah, I have to take this. Sorry." Hongjoong took his phone out of his pocket. You shook your head, he had no need to apologise. Work was work, it wasn't his fault.

"Miss, would you like to see the garden as you wait?" The lady came out, noticing you standing there waiting for Hongjoong.

"Yes, please." Your eyes lit up in excitement.

When Hongjoong hung up with a sigh, he turned around but realised you were no longer standing there. He heard your voice and walked around the side of the restaurant to see you there with the owner.

"Oh, a dryer compost." You said in amazement as you crouched down beside the owner as she showed you around her garden.

"Ah, no." You shyly shook your head, refuting whatever the owner was saying to you.

"Beautiful." Hongjoong breathed out, taking his phone out to snap a picture of you smiling as you looked at the garden, giving your full attention to the owner.

"Thank you so much." You smiled and bowed gratefully to the owner before walking over to where Hongjoong was.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you ended your call. I hope you weren't waiting long. The owner wanted to show me her garden and she's growing a lot of amazing vegetables." You rambled on, a little embarrassed that you were caught nerding out over plants. To you, it was totally unattractive.

"Nothing to apologise for. I'm the one who should be sorry for making you wait while I take a work call." Hongjoong smiled, reaching out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear.

"It's not your fault. It's work. I understand that it's unavoidable. Are you needed somewhere?" You asked.

"Nope, they can handle it. I'm yours for the whole day." He grinned.

"Ah..." You looked away, embarrassed when Hongjoong said that he was 'yours'. Hongjoong chuckled, knowing he managed to get you flustered.

"A-Anyway, the owner said that there's a nice path through the safe area of the forest..." You trailed off, changing the subject.

"Let's go then." Hongjoong gestured for you to walk ahead. You waved to the owner for the last time and walked in the direction of the path, missing the wink that she sent Hongjoong's way.

"Is this boring for you? We can do something else." You turned to him as you both walked through the forest.

"(y/n), stop worrying. This isn't boring at all. Just enjoy yourself." Hongjoong smiled softly.

Honestly, Hongjoong didn't appreciate plants as much as you, probably no one appreciated plants as much as you. But he'll gladly accompany you just to see how happy nature makes you. He liked seeing you smile.

"Is that a mushroom?" Hongjoong asked in disbelief and pointed to the little caps that were growing around the tree branch. You nodded with an amused giggle.

"Is this the first time you're seeing mushrooms outside a grocery store?" You teased.

"Hey, not all of us are nature people." Hongjoong scoffed.

"I'm just teasing. Be careful not to go too near them though, I'm not sure what type of mushrooms they are or if they're poisonous. They seem to be damp with some sort of sap or excretion." You cautioned.

"Yikes, okay. I definitely knew that mushrooms can be poisonous." Hongjoong said, taking a step back.

"Shall we stop here for a break?" Hongjoong suggested as you both came to a clearing.

"Sure." You nodded. Hongjoong removed his jacket, laying it on the ground and patting it for you to sit. It felt sacrilegious to be putting such an expensive jacket on the ground.

"I don't mind sitting on the ground, Hongjoong. The ground is dry. You shouldn't dirty your jacket." You said, horrified.

"It's fine, (y/n). It's just a jacket. Besides, I've already put it on the ground." He said. You chewed on your bottom lip with uncertainty but sat down. Before he could sit on the ground, you tugged on his sleeve and made space for him to share the jacket with you. He shouldn't have to sit on the ground.

"There's more than enough space." You told him. Hongjoong nodded and sat down beside you, on top of his jacket. It was peaceful to hear the sounds of nature around you.

"Jongho would hate this place." Hongjoong stated with a chuckle, looking around the forest.

"Why?" You blinked.

"Don't get me wrong, he's fine with the plants but he's terrified of insects. Don't tell him I told you though. That's one of the only things he's afraid of." Hongjoong revealed.

"Jongho usually has such a tough demeanour. I never would have thought that..." You giggled.

"Most of them are afraid of bugs. Jongho and Mingi are the worst I think?" He recalled.

"I'm not the biggest fan of them but after working with so many plants and gardens, I've learnt how important some are to the plant ecosystem." You shrugged.

"Don't bugs just eat the crops?" He tilted his head.

"Not all. Like bees are super important to everything we do, they're responsible for pollinating. Worms are needed to make composts and to enrich the soil, they break everything down. And ladybugs are often added to gardens to help with pest control." You explained.

"Sorry, I nerd out over these things." You realised you were once against rambling.

"Stop apologising, (y/n). It's fine to be passionate about things. Plants and nature are your life. And I can see talking about them make you genuinely happy." Hongjoong assured.

"Yeah, it does. I am happy, right here, right now." You admitted. Hongjoong smiled softly.

"I'm glad." He replied. You leaned your forehead against his shoulder in embarrassment so he couldn't see you.

As much as you didn't want to leave, the sun was starting to set so you and Hongjoong decided to head back. He folded his jacket and placed it into the trunk of his car.

"Wow." You gasped at the sunset view that greeted you as Hongjoong drove.

"It's beautiful." You held your phone up to take a picture. Then you turned to take a picture of Hongjoong too.

"Did you just take a picture of me?" He chuckled.

"It's for the memories. You took a picture of me when I was in the garden with the owner earlier." You teased and Hongjoong choked, not realising that you saw him taking pictures of you. He cleared his throat and just focused on the road, not saying anything further. You giggled, knowing you manage to stump him.

"I know we've left the place and I'm supposed to send you home but I don't want to do that yet." Hongjoong admitted, turning to you when he stopped at a red light.

"O-Oh..." You were not expecting him to say that.

"I know we're both still a little full from lunch but what about getting some shaved ice?" He suggested.

"That's still food! But sure, I'd love to have some shaved ice." You laughed. Truthfully, you didn't want this date to end too. You liked spending time with Hongjoong, you always did.

But throughout this date, you still didn't learn anything new about Hongjoong. He still didn't share anything about him with you.

"We're here." Hongjoong announced with a smile. He looked at you just fast enough to see your somber expression.

"Are you alright? Do you want to go home?" He asked, worried that his excitement had made him selfish. You shook your head, smiling at him. But this time, your smile didn't meet your eyes.

"(y/n), if you're tired, I can take you home. We can do this another time." He assured.

"I'm fine, Hongjoong. Don't worry, I just suddenly fell into deep thought about something." You waved him off. He nodded, still not entirely convince. He opened the door for you into the little cafe, the waitress bringing the two of you to a booth seat in the corner.

As you looked at the menu, Hongjoong looked at you over the top of his own menu secretly, trying to read and gauge your expression. Did he misread this whole situation?

"Should we share?" You asked, unexpectedly meeting his gaze.

"Uh, yeah. Sure. You can choose the flavour, I don't mind anything." He shrugged, looking back down at the menu.

"Can we get strawberry, please?" You ordered with the waitress. She nodded with a bow of her head. The entire time, her eyes were trained on Hongjoong.

"Will you be cold without your jacket?" You asked, feeling like a blanket of awkwardness settled over you two.

"No, I'm fine. I don't get cold easily." He smiled, shaking his head.

"One strawberry shaved ice." The waitress came back, putting the bowl of shaved ice down. She placed one spoon and napkin in front of you then she smiled at Hongjoong as she placed his down.

"Stop smiling at me." Hongjoong frowned. He didn't even look at her but everyone at the table knew he was talking to her.

"S-Sorry." She squeaked and ran off.

"Sorry about that." Hongjoong apologised to you, his gaze softening compared to when he spoke to the waitress earlier. You shook your head, it wasn't his fault and there was nothing for him to apologise for. He let out a soft sigh, with all 8 guys having good looks, you assumed he was used to it.

"Can't blame her. Maybe she was just entranced by your good looks." You tried to joke, picking your spoon up to scrape the side of the shaved ice to start eating it.

"You think I look good?" He smirked. Your eyes widened as he rendered you speechless.

"Like you don't know..." You mumbled, looking at the table as you took a bite. Hongjoong chuckled, finding your reaction endearing.

"Just eat the shaved ice. Stop making fun of me." You grumbled but that only fuelled Hongjoong's amusement even more. He threw his head back in laughter.

"Alright, alright. I'll stop." He stopped when he saw the slight pout on your face.

"The shaved ice is good." He hummed.

"Yeah, it's not too crunchy." You said, taking another bite. You realised that Hongjoong was moving the fresh strawberries over to your side for you to eat.

"Don't give all of it to me, Hongjoong. Have some yourself." You said, stopping his spoon with your own.

"It's fine. You enjoy it more than me." He smiled. But you were stubborn, taking a scoop of the strawberries and putting it onto Hongjoong's spoon, the bite that he was about to put into his mouth. He nodded in defeat and ate it.

After the shaved ice was done, Hongjoong (reluctantly) sent you home since you had to open the shop tomorrow. He pulled up to the driveway by your lift lobby.

"Thank you for today, Hongjoong. I had a really, really good time." You smiled gratefully.

"Glad to hear that." He returned the smile. But as you were about to exit the car, leaving the conversation at that.

"Wait, (y/n)." He stopped you.

"I didn't talk too much about myself today, which I know is the whole reason why we're dating to get to know each other. But it was only because I wanted to do it here." He confessed.

"What do you mean?" You blinked, sitting back down in the passenger seat.

"I need to tell you things. And if you decide to leave or run away from me, I wanted you to be able to run to your home." He said.

~

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I loved the fic that you did about ellie cheating on dina with reader ❤️

Can you do one where reader is jesses new girlfriend and ellie is with dina and jj but ellie is so in love with reader that she uses sex to get to her because reader is sooooo gay but in the closet (poor Jesse 😔)

The Things We Do in the Dark - ellie williams x reader

hi anon! ty sm!! we need justice for Jesse after this one lmfao. I hope you enjoy:)

Pairing: Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader (Closeted)

requests are open, send me your thoughts:)

Warnings: Angst, cheating, internalized homophobia, emotional tension, sexual tension, explicit content, toxic dynamics, reader is with Jesse, Ellie is with Dina, manipulation, longing

summary: A late-night confession turns into something neither of you can take back. In the quiet moments between guilt and longing, you and Ellie find yourselfs crossing a line — again and again — in the shadows of a relationship that was never meant to be theirs.

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It started with a glance.

Not the kind that you could wave off or explain away—this one lingered. Too long. Too soft. Too filled with something that should’ve never been aimed at you, especially not from Ellie Williams.

Not while her arm was around Dina’s waist. Not while Jesse’s hand was resting on your thigh.

And definitely not while the two of you were sitting at the same dinner table, playing pretend.

Jackson, Winter

The town looked peaceful from afar. The snow blanketed the trees like everything ugly could be buried beneath it. And maybe that was what you needed—a fresh cover. A layer of denial.

You leaned into Jesse’s warmth. He was good. Kind. Familiar. And he liked you so much it made your chest ache. You weren’t sure if you loved him back. Not the way he deserved. But it was easier to keep your secret hidden behind someone else’s love.

Ellie was across the table, laughing with Dina, but her eyes kept flicking to you. Not obviously, but often enough that it set your nerves on fire. Every time your gaze met hers, it was like a collision. And she never looked away first.

You’d barely kissed Ellie. Once. One drunken, hot, confusing kiss after patrol three months ago. And then she’d gone home to Dina. And you? You ran straight into Jesse’s arms, hoping he’d crush the memory from your bones.

He didn’t.

Ellie started getting reckless.

She’d find excuses to be near you. Late-night patrols. Fixing things in your cabin. Dropping by with dumb jokes and smug looks.

You tried to ignore it. You really did.

Until one night, she cornered you outside the stables, snow falling around you like static.

“You ever think about it?” she asked, voice low, breath steaming in the cold.

“About what?” you answered, even though you knew.

Her hand brushed your jacket. “That night.”

You froze. “I’m with Jesse.”

Her lips twitched. “And I’m with Dina.”

Silence.

Then: “But you’re not happy. Are you?”

It wasn’t a question. And it made something twist in your gut.

Ellie stepped closer, her mouth just inches from yours. “You’re still hiding. I see the way you look at me. You’re scared. But you don’t have to be.”

You shook your head. “I can’t, Ellie.”

“You want to.”

And then she kissed you.

Hard. Hungry. A kiss that felt like punishment and salvation all at once. You let her.

It happened in a haze of snow and silence. You showed up at her place after Jesse left town on a hunting trip. You told yourself it was just to talk. To set boundaries. To stop whatever was spiraling out of control.

But Ellie looked at you like you were oxygen and she’d been holding her breath for years. And you caved.

She didn’t ask for permission. She just walked up to you, touched your face like you were something holy, and whispered, “Tell me to stop.”

You didn’t. You couldn’t.

The first time was fast and rough. Desperate hands. Quiet moans. The sound of your heartbeat drowning everything else out. She made you feel things you had spent years burying.

And afterward, when your head was resting on her chest and her fingers were tracing your skin, she whispered, “I’d do anything to have you.”

You wanted to cry. Because she didn’t have you. Not really.

You saw Jesse the next morning. He kissed your forehead and handed you coffee like you weren’t a liar. Ellie watched from across the street.

That’s how it was, for weeks.

You lived two lives.

By day, you were Jesse’s girlfriend, smiling through your guilt. By night, you were Ellie’s secret. Her obsession. Her sin.

She'd sneak into your room when she knew Jesse was on watch. Touch you like a prayer. Tell you how much she hated seeing you pretend.

"You don’t belong with him," she growled one night, her fingers pressing bruises into your thighs. "You belong with me."

You knew it. You just couldn’t say it out loud. Because if you did, everything would collapse. Your safety. Your reputation. Your place in Jackson. Your lies.

Dina was smart. She started asking questions.

“Ellie’s been distant,” she confided one day while braiding your hair. “Do you think she’s okay?”

You swallowed your shame. “Maybe she’s just tired.”

But the truth was, Ellie had started to unravel.

She became possessive. Jealous. Angry. She hated Jesse.

She hated how you flinched when she touched you in public.

One night, after a fight, she said, “You’d rather be miserable than admit you’re mine.”

And you screamed back, “Because I’m not yours!”

But you still let her kiss you. Still let her take you apart behind closed doors. Because love like that doesn’t just disappear. It devours.

It came one night after patrol. Jesse found a note in your coat pocket. Ellie’s handwriting. Explicit. Intimate. There was no denying it.

He didn’t yell. He just looked at you like he didn’t know who you were anymore.

“I loved you,” he said softly. “But you never let me in, did you?”

You tried to apologize.

But how do you apologize for never loving someone enough?

He left.

And Ellie showed up hours later, breathless, eyes wide, saying, “Finally.”

But you didn’t fall into her arms. You looked at her and said, “This can’t be built on broken people.”

She reached for you anyway.

“I don’t care how we started,” she whispered. “You’re mine now.”

And maybe she was right. Maybe you were always hers.

Even in the dark. Even in secret. Even when it hurt.

You and Ellie didn’t speak much after Jesse left. You didn’t have to.

It was like some invisible thread had finally snapped—no more denying, no more pretending. Just her and you, bare and exposed in every sense of the word. It wasn’t peace, not really. It was just a temporary kind of stillness, like the sharp inhale before a scream.

Ellie started staying over.

She never brought clothes. Never talked about Dina. Never left you alone for more than a few hours. It was obsessive, unhealthy, maddening.

And you wanted her more than ever.

The cabin smelled like sex and pine and woodsmoke.

You were on your back, sweat cooling on your skin, hips sore from the grip of her hands.

Ellie hovered over you, flushed and wild-eyed, her fingers still buried inside you, slow and deliberate as she leaned down to kiss the corner of your mouth.

“You’re shaking,” she whispered, dragging her tongue along your throat. “You like when I ruin you like this?”

You moaned, breathless. “Ellie—”

“Say it.”

“I like it when you ruin me.”

She smiled. A dark, hungry thing. “Good girl.”

Her pace picked up. You writhed beneath her, clawing at her back, grounding yourself in the mess of sheets and want.

“You’ve been mine since the first fucking time I saw you,” she groaned into your ear. “All of this hiding? Over.”

You came undone with her name on your lips, loud and gasping.

And for a moment, it felt like that was all that mattered.

You were still naked when the door burst open.

Dina.

Behind her—Tommy, Maria, and a furious Jesse.

Your blood ran cold. Ellie didn’t flinch. She sat up beside you, bare-chested, glistening, defiant. She lit a cigarette and draped her arm across your waist like a warning.

You reached for the blanket. Dina’s expression twisted in horror, disbelief painting every feature of her face.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” Jesse whispered.

“Get the fuck out,” Ellie snapped, shielding your body. “This is none of your business.”

Dina’s voice broke. “How long?”

Ellie exhaled smoke. “Since before you ever noticed she was alive.

Maria looked like she wanted to kill someone. “You’re both acting like this is a goddamn game.”

Tommy’s hand was tight on Jesse’s shoulder, restraining him. Jesse looked shattered. He wouldn't look at you—just the floor.

“I trusted you,” he murmured. “Both of you.”

You tried to speak, but Ellie cut in.

“She doesn’t owe you anything,” she snarled. “She’s not yours. Never was.”

“You’re a coward,” Dina spat at you. “You hide behind people who love you just to sleep with someone who destroys everything.”

And that stung worse than anything.

Ellie stood up slowly, pulling on her jeans without breaking eye contact with Dina.

“You done?” she asked. “Because we’re leaving.”

It wasn’t graceful. You packed what you could in five minutes. Ellie grabbed your journal, a gun, and a half-eaten protein bar and said, “We’ll get what we need on the road.”

“You sure about this?” you asked as she tightened her backpack straps.

She didn’t hesitate. “Only thing I’ve ever been sure about.”

You left behind your friends. Your history. Your reputation.

And Jesse.

You could barely look at him on the way out. He was standing in the snow, fists clenched, tears in his eyes. Ellie flipped him off.

“Fuck you, Jesse,” she called. “She was never yours.”

You said nothing. Because in that moment, it was true.

You camped just beyond the edge of Jackson’s territory, your back against a tree, Ellie wrapped around you like armor. The night was cold, but her hands were fire.

“You okay?” she asked quietly, fingers tracing the edge of your jaw.

“No,” you admitted.

“But you’re with me now.”

She kissed you slowly. Like it meant everything. You kissed her back like it was the end of the world.

Because maybe it was.

You ended up far out east. It was a small town with no name on any map—just a cluster of cabins, a few gardens, some old-timers who kept to themselves, and a lookout post no one really manned. Perfect for people who didn’t want to be found.

The first few weeks were quiet. Not easy. Not even peaceful. But quiet.

You and Ellie shared a room in an old abandoned cabin. It had uneven floors, a leaky roof, and the faint scent of damp earth—but to her, it was paradise.

To you, it was freedom. No more secrets. No more pretending.

Just her and you.

Ellie stopped biting her nails. You started sleeping through the night again.

She built a bookshelf from scrap wood and filled it with every book you liked to reread when you were anxious. You cooked over the fire, and she sat beside you while you hummed whatever tune had gotten stuck in your head that week.

She taught you how to patch wounds. You taught her how to braid hair.

“I didn’t know it could feel like this,” you whispered one night, fingers threading through her fringe as she lay on your chest.

“Like what?”

“Like it’s safe.”

She kissed your ribs, slow and careful. “We built that. No one gave it to us.”

Ellie started growing tomatoes.

She named each plant something ridiculous—Jesse Jr., Tomato Swift, Berry Allen. You laughed every time.

You grew basil and lavender. She swore lavender was useless until she saw you smile when it bloomed. After that, she started tucking it behind your ear when she kissed you.

On your one-year anniversary—though neither of you really knew the date—she gave you a leather-bound journal.

“I want you to write it all down,” she said, tucking a pencil behind your ear. “Everything we’re building.”

You did.

It wasn’t grand. There were no fireworks or fancy clothes or loud declarations.

There was Ellie massaging your shoulders after long days in the garden. You kissing her temple after she’d had nightmares. Soft blankets. Tea over the fire. A shared toothbrush when you forgot to find a second.

She stopped calling it “running away.”

“This is where we were always meant to end up,” she murmured against your lips one morning. “We just took the long way.”

You held her close. “I would’ve followed you through hell.”

“You did.”

You woke up beside her every morning, her arm always wrapped around your waist like muscle memory. Sometimes she woke before you, sketching you in the margins of her notebook while the sun broke through the windows.

You never talked about Jackson anymore.

Not out of guilt. Out of peace.

Because love—real love—had finally found you. Not in some perfect place.

But in the ashes of what used to be.

And when Ellie kissed you under the stars, her thumb tracing your cheek like a promise, you knew:

You’d do it all over again.

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Continuation of Cleaning up the Timeline

[10.6k words - Poly!Lads x Reader: Rafayel is acting weird, and why does everyone seem to know what's going on except for you?]

Tags: Scenting, BREED!NG, Heat, Merman!Rafayel, Polycule Love and Deepspace MxM and FxM.

Ebb Day

“You smell .” Rafayel hisses when you return home on early spring evening. You’re surprised to see him lounging on the couch, and more surprised still when he jumps up and approaches you.

“I was running around all day.” You defend with a sigh. It wasn’t a particularly hard day, but the nature of your job was a physical one; you would think Rafayel would be used to it by now. “I just walked in, geez. ”

Xavier steps close behind you and audibly sniffs, “You don’t stink to me.”

You laugh at his gentle tone and wave him away, “Thank you, Xavier, but clearly I’ve offended Rafayel’s sensitive nose.”

You speak teasingly, but the scowl on Rafayel’s face doesn’t falter. It’s an odd day when your resident sea god isn’t tucked away in his studio when you get home, and even more bizarre when he doesn’t entertain banter.

His comment on your scent leads to him stripping you before you’ve even entered your bedroom and crowding you into the shower. It must be serious when he forgoes the bath. In another odd turn, Rafayel picks through the lineup of body wash you’ve collected, sniffing each one and scowling until he finds one he can tolerate. 

Rafayel scrubs at your skin with a fluffy pink luffa, and the determination in his eyes confuses you. He looks at you like you’ve betrayed him somehow, and so you grab his hand before he can continue his chafing. “What’s the matter? Did something happen?”

Rafayel’s eyes widen at your audacity to grab him. When he looks up at you, there’s an eerie blue tinge to his usual alexandrite eyes. Your heart twists in both fear and anticipation. 

“You stink.” He says curtly, twisting his wrist to detach your hand. You’re aware of Rafayel’s power, on a surface level, and the danger could pose to you, but you always forget what being at the receiving end of his ire feels like.

You’re a mackerel in a swarm, swimming wildly as the shark cuts through the water. You’re neither faster nor stronger than he is. You’re hardly a proper meal to chomp between his teeth.

There is less than one second where you realize something’s definitely not right before your cheek smacks against the tile wall. The icy cold sending shocks down your spine, contrasting against the scalding water. 

Steam has coated the glass walls of the shower, creating the illusion of being hidden. A sense of privacy that you know doesn’t truly exist in a house such as yours. Rafayel never really minds it. He, like a few of the others, enjoys the idea of the others hearing you. 

Though, today seems different. There’s an unhinged edge to your lover’s eyes, something has come loose inside him and it leaves him in shambles. Jaw open and panting as he pushes your shoulders into the wall but draws your hips back. 

With one hand, he grabs a fistful of your behind. Squeezing your flesh and looking drunk while he does, like the malleability is this new, novel, enchanting thing. 

“How dare you…” Rafayel’s voice is a growl– a deep, predatory sound. “How dare you…come here…like this…”

“What are talk–” Your words are cut off as Rafayel moves his hand and presses the tip of his thumb to your folds. The breath inside you falters, and escapes as a stuttering gasp. 

“It’s too hot.” He huffs and with the hand not teasing you, he reaches over to the shower controls and twists it to cold. It takes a moment for the spray to catch up, and when it does you squeal. 

The icy cold water is a shock to your system, and reflexively you wiggle away from it, pushing closer to the wall. “ Ah ! What’s wrong with you!? Turn it back!”

“Don’t run from me.” Rafayel croaks, sounding much less aggressive than before and much more desperate. The growl in his voice has turned to a whine.

You turn, too concerned now to entertain Rafayel’s seduction. Grabbing the siren by the sides of his face, you hold him still, letting the water cascade over his back. 

“Are you sick?” You ask gently, tilting his face from side to side.

He doesn’t look flush, at least, no more than usual. There’s a pink tinge to his cheekbones and the tips of his ears, but you could write that off from his arousal– which is currently resting against your hip and tapping you in time with the beat of his fast-paced heart. 

His eyes search your face and then drag down. Down the line of your neck and collarbone, sweeping across your chest and back up again. Lazy and unfocused like he can’t help himself.

“Rafayel,” You say when he doesn’t reply. Shaking him slightly, you try again, “Rafayel what’s going on?”

Rafayel blinks slowly and then squeezes his eyes closed tight. He grabs your upper arms like he might slip right down the drain if he doesn’t. “It’s nothing. It’s…I’m fine.”

You’re not convinced, and continue to hold him. The temperature in the shower is making you shiver, but you’re not going to be the first to let go. If something is wrong– and there clearly is– you won’t let him suffer alone. 

“Are you feverish?” You ask a little quieter. Nearly whispering. 

Rafayel’s shoulder jerk, and his head lifts suddenly. Snapping back to himself, he takes a quick breath and turns the shower off completely, “The water’s freezing. Let’s get you dry.”

The diversion makes you frown, but you follow him out of the shower anyway. The rosy tint to his cheeks remains, and somehow gets worse when he grabs a towel and begins to pat you dry. 

“I’m not letting this go,” You say firmly, grabbing the towel from his hands and wrapping it around yourself. 

“Ehh…” Rafayel makes a whiny, petulant sound, “Can’t you? It’s fine. I promise.”

You frown pointedly at him. It’s not like him to be so secretive. Usually, if something is bothering him, he’s chatting your ear off about it. Rafayel is guarded with most people, viciously so, and you can’t help but feel like you’ve done something wrong. Have you lost his trust somehow?

You get dressed and mull over this for a moment. Rafayel kisses your cheek and then your temple. He inhales deeply, like he’s trying to press your scent as far as it can go in his mind. Although that would normally amuse you, you’re only more perturbed. 

Rafayel retreats to his studio, mumbling to himself. While you head back downstairs, frustrated and confused. 

Things only get weirder from there. 

Rafayel’s already keen senses seem to be even sharper. He refuses to let anyone sleep in the bed unless they’ve bathed with scentless soap. 

Your room has somehow become his room, and your bed has become his bed. A safe spot that you have to have permission to enter. Rafayel refuses to entertain sass, and physically kicks Sylus out of the bed one night when the dragon teases a little too hard about him being needy. 

Zayne hardly gets a moment to himself, the poor guy. The cool aura the doctor exudes has Rafayel glued to his side. At night, you’re sandwiched between them, shivering despite being surrounded from tip to toe. One afternoon, after another day of hunting, you arrive to find Zayne on the couch with Rafayel in his lap. The artist has his arms beneath Zayne’s shirt, pressing as much flesh against him as possible. 

Finally someone acknowledges that something is wrong, but it comes in the form of a plane ticket and an already-packed suitcase being handed to you. 

Rafayel is buzzing about the house, prepping for this impromptu (but not-so impromptu) trip to your isolated beach house. He fusses over Caleb’s choice of traveling clothes, and the fact the pilot is only bringing a single duffle bag. 

Xavier follows the two of them around, mediating between the slightly neurotic artist and the too-casual pilot. Xavier’s suitcases sit beside yours in the entryway, and he’s been spending the better part of an hour trying to coax the two towards the door. 

Sylus coordinated the driving service and the airport for your flight (because all six of you won’t fit in the cars you currently have), grumbling on his phone about keeping things discreet. He’s got Mephisto on his free arm, typing what looks like some instructions to Luke and Kieran about an upcoming job. Always busy, that one.

This leaves you and Zayne waiting near the front door. Everyone else seems to be on board, and you’re beginning to wonder if they held a family meeting without you. Not that you’re complaining about having a week off, but this doesn’t feel like a vacation for some reason. 

Xavier is finally able to get the two bickering parties out the door, and the poor prince is exhausted. He falls asleep on the way to the airport and thankfully misses Rafayel’s hissy fit about the temperature inside the vehicle.

Sylus leaves the driver a heavy tip. 

Surprising to no one except you, Caleb is going to be flying the luxe private plane Sylus has procured. He puts on his fancy aviators and enters the aircraft first, meeting the other few members of crew that had been hired. 

Rafayel pulls you onto the plane and into a seat next to him near the back. Silently, he buckles you in and then begins to fidget with the air vents. He’s so on edge you can almost feel it radiate off of him, and you’re close to smacking him upside the head and demanding answers. 

You feel the plane whir to life beneath you. The intercom overhead statics before Caleb’s voice comes through, slightly muffled, “Lady and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. Looks like we’ve got good weather on our trip. We’ll arrive at our destination at about 0800 hours local time.”

The plane begins to move, rolling slowly from the tarmac where you boarded to the runway. 

Caleb’s distorted laugh continues, “Probably a bad time to mention I haven’t flown a passenger aircraft since I was in flight school–”

A tight unamused silence falls. 

“ – anyway! Sit back, relax, and enjoy the flight.”

Sylus finishes off his glass of wine in one swig. “Hold tight.”

“If he pulls a barrel roll, I’ll kill him.” Zayne grumbles, not even looking up from the shopping catalog he snatched in the airport. 

Thankfully, Caleb doesn’t pull a barrel roll. Despite not having flown a passenger craft in a while, you weren’t able to tell at all. 

The last time you were here, you’d been hopped up on painkillers and surrounded by men so worried that your keel over from a harsh breeze you could barely enjoy it. You still had a wonderful time, but you were ready to experience your beach hideaway to the fullest this time. 

Only, you’re more worried about Rafayel to enjoy the scenery right now. It’s late when you arrive, and Rafayel insists on a bath. He pushes past the rest of you to shamble inside, and you’re dragging your suitcase so fast behind you it clacks against the sidewalk. 

You abandon the suitcase at the door and follow him, “Rafayel!”

He doesn’t turn, climbing the stairs and shoving open the hall bathroom. You hadn’t seen the upstairs on your last visit, and you're surprised by the large window that overlooks the ocean. The free-standing white tub sits just in front of it.

Rafayel turns on the cold tap and starts to fill the tub, stripping off his shirt without looking back at you. 

You grab his arm before he can take off his pants, “Rafayel, what’s– oh god, you’re burning up!”

Before he can even reply, you’re reaching out to place your hand against his forehead and then his neck. The heat coming off his skin is sweltering– searing like the flames of his evol. 

“I’ll get you some medicine or something.” You say, hating the way his eyes seem unfocused. There’s a pink blush spreading across his face, down to his neck and to his chest. You don’t want to leave him, but the desire to help was too strong. 

You hear the splash of water as you escape the bathroom, and nearly stumble down the stairs in your rush. 

“Zayne!” You call, and find him with your suitcase in his hand, bringing it to your bedroom. You scurry past a concerned looking Caleb to approach your doctor, “Do you have something for fever? Rafayel is sick.”

Zayne’s brow furrows, “Sick?”

“Kitten…” Sylus drawls, coming up to nearly press into your back. He too is rather warm, but even the heat from a dragon’s form pales in comparison to the fever you’d just felt coming off of Rafayel. “He’s not sick.”

You whirl to give Sylus a sharp, unamused glare– while Zayne roots through his carry-on bag for some medicine. Scowling at the amusement on the dragon's face, you poke him in the sternum harshly, “He’s burning up, and he could hardly keep eye contact. He’s clearly ill.”

“Here.” Zayne offers you a white pill bottle. An over-the-counter pain reliever, “I’m not sure if it will help with his different physiology, but it’s what I have. Though, is a fever not to be expected?”

Sylus chuckles like they’re all in on a secret, and you’re close to fuming. Xavier comes up and places a gentle hand to your back, giving both Zayne and Sylus a stern look, “Don’t be cruel. You know she wasn’t told anything about this.”

“Told about what!?” You screech, throwing your hands up and rattling the pills inside the bottle. “Somebody better start talking or I’m gonna start throwing hands, I swear to god.”

Zayne exchanges a look with the others, a silent exchange that looks too much like should we? Another scathing remark burns at the tip of your tongue, ready to kick these too-tall men into shape if they keep playing coy with information. If something’s wrong with Rafayel, then why can’t you know about it?

However,  your snark disappears as Caleb comes shambling down the stairs, looking a little wide-eyed and startled. “Uh, pips? Rafayel wants you.”

You turn and find that Caleb’s clothes are both wet in places and scorched in others. He brushes through his hair and sighs, like he barely escaped with his life. 

“What the hell happened to you?” You ask.

Caleb laughs sheepishly and shrugs, “He doesn’t want me, clearly . Told me he’d turn me into an apple fritter if I bothered him again.”

You huff, and turn to the others. “I’m going to take care of Rafayel.” Your voice is firm and leaves no room for argument, “And when I come back down, I expect some answers.”

You take the steps two at a time back up stairs, leaving the rest of your lovers in various states of amusement and discontent.

“Anyone care to fill me in?” Caleb asks as he pats down the side of his shirt that caught a little too close to Rafayel’s flames. The attack from the sea god hadn't been aimed to kill, just to scare. A wide spread of fire to disperse the unwanted intrusion. 

“She won’t be coming downstairs for a while.” Sylus replies, shifting on his feet and crossing his arms. “Our resident fish is experiencing his special time.”

Xavier scowls at the fiend, “We were sworn to secrecy on the matter. Where is your loyalty?”

“It was Rafayel’s idea to come here,” Zayne says matter-of-factly. “If it were to remain a secret, why not hide away for a week like he always did?”

Caleb groans, “C’mon, just tell me. I’ll find out eventually, won’t I? What harm is there now?”

Previously, Rafayel dealt with this time of year on his own. Sweat it out locked away in his room, or in a safehouse a few cities away. It was just an unspoken rule, Rafayel was at his most vulnerable at this time– and until recently, things were too uncertain for him to indulge in it.

In the Sanctuary, Rafayel was adamant that this unusual occurrence would be kept from you. The other men were sworn to secrecy, and promised to keep you occupied while Rafayel disappeared for a few days every year. Because, while Rafayel’s heart belonged to all of them, the bond of Lemuria was first forged with you. 

You knock softly before entering the bathroom. The sound of sloshing water meeting your ears as you slowly step inside. “Rafayel? You okay?”

A soft groan replies, and you spy his head hung back, resting on the rounded lip of the ivory tub. His hair is wet and slicked back, the long creamy length of his throat bobs as you grow closer. Sweat beads at his crown and drips down his nose– rosy lips parted and panting. 

And as pretty a picture he makes, it’s not what you stare at. 

Where his legs once were is a long, powerful, cerulean tail. The scales are huge and iridescent, shimmering like an opal with every tiny movement, gradually growing smaller down the length of it. It’s far too long to fit in the tub, so nearly half hangs out of it, draped across the floor. The translucent tailfin lies limply at your feet, and looks thin like dewy skin of a jellyfish. 

You haven’t seen his tail in this life, and it’s more striking than your returned memories could do justice. 

“Rafayel…” You whisper, partially in awe and partially in concern. He doesn’t look well, and he’s never changed forms in the bathtub before. Setting the pill bottle aside for a moment, you step close to the tub and use your hand to cup water and trickle it down the exposed scales– worried they might dry out. 

A soft, whine leaves his blushed lips, and his eyes stare at you like he can’t believe you’re real. Like you might be something conjured from the fever. 

“It’s okay…” You say, reaching out to brush your hand through his damp hair, “I’m here. I’ve got you.”

A piteous moan rings from him, and he grips the side of the tub like he might sink and drown. Hips rolling against the cold water and sloshing more over the side, splashing down on the tile. “I need….” He rasps, licking at his lips like he hasn’t tasted moisture in days. “I need… ”

“I know,” You say, reaching down to grab the pill bottle. “I got some painkillers. Here–”

You go to open the bottle, but Rafayel’s scalding palm snaps to your wrist. The sound of your gasp and the pills scattering to the floor fill the room, but then quickly followed with a low, animal rumble from Rafayel’s chest. 

He drags you close, hovering over him. Unceremoniously, Rafayel pulls your hand down beneath the water– the frigid temperature stings your skin. You feel the heat of him before you touch him, and the slick almost slimy feeling of his scales meets your fingertips. 

The instant your fingers meet his heated flesh, a ragged, dragged out moan is punched out of him, and his hips rolls towards your open palm. You’ve barely touched him, and he already looks completely fucked-out. Multi-colored irises rolled back, mouth open, throat bobbing. 

You press your hand a little firmer to the scales around his hip, and he inhales sharply through his teeth– a deeply satisfying sound. Dragging your fingers towards where you’re sure he wants it, you’re met with another shock. 

Where normally, his pretty flushed cock would be waiting for you– he throbs so pretty when he’s desperate– you find nothing. Well, not exactly nothing , but not what you were expecting. 

Rafayel still has a vice grip on your wrist, and pulls you closer to the crux of his hips– where his penis should be. Only, instead, you find more scales. Large, thin, and glass-like. The dip in them is nearly imperceptible, and looking through the rippling surface of the water provides no more clues. 

Your fingertips catch on an anomaly in the patter of his scales, a little divot you hadn’t felt the first time across. Pausing, you press a little to this odd dip, and Rafayel's keen moan lets you know you’re on the right track. 

You lift up to watch his face– the lewd colors of his cheeks contrasted by the shimmery scales that decorated it. You can almost see his pulse pound in his neck, and resist the urge to overstimulate him further with your teeth. Pushing your fingers harder, you gasp when the dip gives way to a slit. Your digits slide easily into a tight, fleshy passage, fluttering around you like a welcome. 

“ Ahh!” Rafayel cries, “Please! Please love….inside. Inside more…. more …”

He’s practically delirious with it, and it’s intoxicating. You’ve never had Rafayel begging for you like this, and the power is too delicious to stop. You’ve got the god of tides writhing on your fingers, and you're not even knuckle deep yet. 

“Why did you hide this from me?” You coo softly, leaning over to place your face close to his. He turns to face you, and his eyes immediately fall to your lips. A soft, silent, plea for your kiss. 

He tries to speak, and you can tell because his tongue moves ineffectually in his pleasure drunk mouth. You tut softly, and give him the tender kiss he desires. 

“Shh…” You hum against his lips, “I’ve got you. It’s okay….just let me take care of you….”

He dissolves at your words, pressing his face as close as he can to yours. You keep up a steady, slow rhythm of your fingers. Letting the gooey topography of his slit guide you. You’re not sure how much he can take, and you’re not interested in hurting him– yet. 

Rafayel’s hips continue to rut, as indiscernible pleas spill from his lips. You wonder if this is what you look like in the heat of things– a wanton amalgamation of desperation and desire chasing a high. 

As he gets closer to his peak, you notice something change. A tighter pressure that presses against the back of your fingers and then up. It’s wet, and swelteringly hot. The heat alone has you turning your head to try and get a better look at what’s going. 

Oh. 

You gasp softly, even through the shifting water you can see the flushed, nearly purple appendage protruding from his slit just beneath your hand. So he does have a cock in this form.

Except…it’s not alone. Side by side, they lie. Forming an almost mandorla shape together, and two halves of a whole separately. They long and prehensile, you discover, as they split apart to wrap around your wrist. 

It’s obscene. It’s….amazing. You can’t look away, and you can’t stop yourself from drawing your fingers from his channel and reaching for them. His cocks greet you like they’d been waiting for it. A deep, heavy throb as you wrap your fingers lightly around them. They fit together almost seamlessly, and if you hadn’t seen them move apart, you’d think there was only one, large, tentacle-like cock. 

You’ve barely squeezed them when Rafayel shouts– a strangled, surprised noise cutting through him. His cocks jolt and you can feel him come. The rush of come spurting out and into the water. Pump after pump after pump. 

Rafayel’s hand grabs at your arm, and his nails dig into your flesh harshly. 

You’re mesmerized. There’s a matching beat deep in your belly, as your own arousal begins to hurt slightly. Drunk on this all-encompassing control you have over him, you turn to watch his face as he comes down from his sudden, bone-shattering high. 

He starts to catch his breath, and you can see as his eyes slowly come back into focus. Whatever feverish delight had taken over him, is subsided for now, and he languidly draws you in. A hand on the side of your face and the other on your neck– he doesn’t let you escape. A soft kiss at first, and then a little harder. He bites at your lip like he might sustain himself from the taste alone. 

He pauses and pulls away, but only an inch. He searches your face for a moment, before whispering, “Did I hurt you?”

You laugh breathlessly and shake your head as much as you can while he holds you tightly, “No. No, I'm fine. Are you? You’ve never been like this before….”

Rafayel sighs wistfully, and lets you go. He looks down at himself. The tub is nearly half-empty now, with how much water he spilled in his rutting. The end of his tail knocked over the little side table which held the bath salts and bubbles– which now lay strewn across the floor. 

The water is a little murky now, and he frowns. 

“I guess I should explain.”

You’ve got your arms folded, sitting cross legged in the center of your bed and glaring at the sea god and his audacity. “So what was the plan? Come here and just hope I didn’t notice?”

Rafayel is bad at explaining things, and it felt like pulling teeth before you got even halfway to understand what was happening. 

Ebb Day. A day when the tide flows the opposite direction and creatures from the deep sea come to the surface. He’d started the explanation with some long winded fairytale about a mermaid and sailor that fell in love, but it turns out that has so very little to do with what is happening to him. 

From what you could piece together, it’s a day of extreme weakness for Lemurians. A day where even the weakest human might overpower them, and even more dangerous for those who were bonded. 

Lemurians’ whole beings become dedicated to those they love. They forge an unbreakable, soulbond with their chosen one, and all their senses become attuned to them. And the weeks leading up to Ebb day, their bodies not only crave their beloved but they need them. 

The week of Ebb day is uncomfortable for most, and wretched for those with bonds but for whatever reason unable to be with them. Rafayel is sparse in his explanation here, mumbling out half-heartedly comments about the pain and possible hallucinations that can occur. 

Ebb day is now five days away. Rafayel is almost too casual as he tells you that what happened in the bathroom will only get worse the closer you get. 

Zayne returns to the room with some bottles of water. He hands one to you, and then hands the other to Rafayel– letting his evol frost it over before the siren takes it. 

“I figured I’d spend it in the ocean.” Rafayel replies to your previous discontent with a shrug. “You get a little vacay, and I get to stay close. This is easier to deal with in the water anyways.”

That makes your scowl deepen, “You were going to go through this alone? Why? If you didn’t want me to know, then you could have at least had one of the others help?!”

Rafayel pauses mid-gulp. He finishes his water and tosses it aside, “It’s not that simple, cutie. It’s a nice thought, but I’m not exactly fun to be around when this happens. And I could seriously hurt you.”

“Don’t be dumb.” You bite back. “You think I can’t handle a little neediness and rough handling?”

Zayne sighs as he leaves the room, letting the two of you continue bickering with a shake of his head. Distantly, you hear Caleb’s muffled voice from just outside the door– he’s been lingering just outside, listening in just in case.

Rafayel’s face hardens, and he sits up from where he lounged against the pillows, “You think that’s all it is?”

He sounds a little darker, a little more genuinely irritated instead of that feigned annoyance he usually wears. The way he prowls across the bed to you has the hair on the back of your neck standing up, and you lean back on your hands. 

Rafayel’s grin is predatory, and it tingles that coil in your gut that makes your lips part in a soft, subtle gasp. He doesn’t touch you, but somehow pushes you onto your back nonetheless. Placing one hand to their side of your head, he crawls over you. 

“You’re not a Lemurian.” Rafayel purrs, “You won’t understand. It’s about connecting…body, mind, soul. It’s about possession. It’s about procreation.”

You swallow a heavy lump in your throat. Heart pounding in your ears as his lips caress every word. “P-procreation?”

Rafayel hums and lowers his head, hiding his face against your chest. He places a feather-light kiss to your collarbone, and then ghosts his lips up your neck, whispering against your jaw, “A week of being so tightly pressed together...you can’t tell where one body ends and the other begins. The final day…I’ll be so obsessed with the idea of filling you, I won’t stop til it takes .”

Your chest rises and falls with heavy breaths. Mind spinning as it slowly catches up with what he just said. “Do you…really want that?”

Rafayel pauses in his teasing. Lips hovering over the untouched side of your neck. He looks up at you through violet tinged lashes and smiles gently, “Not until you do.”

He returns to kissing you. Placing tender, loving touches to all the skin he can reach. It’s slow and lazy– like you’ve got all the time in the world. 

You blink a few times and try to screw your head on straight, “If we do this…” You whisper softly, “Is it guaranteed that I will…that I’ll…?”

You only ask because you’re not entirely certain that your poor human birth control could withstand Rafayel’s sea-god sex week. It’s been a wonder that it’s withstood the onslaught of your lovers up until now. 

Rafayel laughs, but it sounds like thunder. “Don’t tease me, cutie. I might get ideas…”

“Rafayel, I’m serious.” You reply, placing your hands to his face and pulling him to look at you. There’s a daze to his eyes again, but he’s still lucid for now. “I won’t let you go through this alone. Me and the others…we’re here for you. I just need to know if I should take something beforehand.”

There’s a shift in his expression. The teasing and taunting fading into something uncertain. You feel his gaze shift around your face, the weight of attention like layers of thick silk. A sense of anticipation tightens in the air as he shifts ever closer.

Rafayel sighs, nearly silent. “I warn you and warn you, yet still you insist…”

His voice trails off, words disappearing into the air around you. A firm hand on your hip has you sliding into him, and Rafayel catches your lips in a heady kiss. 

You feel the heat radiating off of him again, seeping into your mouth and warming your tongue like a steaming cup of tea. It’s hard to match his fervor when his entire body is hardwired to perceive you. How could you hope to meet him halfway when his body yearns not for food nor water, but for you?

In between wet kisses, Rafayel mumbles, “I won’t be held responsible then…” He tilts his head and drags his sharp teeth across the tender flesh of your throat, breathing raggedly like he has to put great effort in not biting down. “And I won’t hold back….”

 Rafayel’s fingertips leave trails of tingling sensations in their wake. His evol burns at the very tips of his skin, burning him from the inside out and using his desire as fuel. You’d be worried about him actually burning you if it didn’t feel so delectable.

Your clothes are torn from you, seams popped in the rush to remove them. A button from your shorts clattering across the hardwood floor. Rafayel doesn’t seem to hear any of it. His ears are filled with the sound of your breath. The soft whines that leave you, coaxed from you like a divine instrument. You sing for him even before he’s able to get his tongue inside you. 

The taste of you has his eyes rolling back in his head. He thought you tasted heavenly before, especially when you were close to ovulating. A special kind of sweetness that bloomed across his tongue– whispering in low tones to his worst instincts that you were ready. 

But this? Rafayel can’t get enough. He can’t stop from lapping at you like a ravenous beast, and maybe that’s all he is. Maybe all that talk of sea god this or god of tides that was just folklore to hide the true nature of him. The nature of a gluttonous, greedy man made weak from the dew between your legs. 

Your back arches and Rafayel moans, he reaches one hand up your body– needing to feel more of your precious skin. You’ve never felt cool to him before; your touch is always warm, but this heat ….this burning heat inside him threatens to melt his brain, and it feels like you’re the cure. You’re what he needs to quench the flames.

The room is a blur. Anything that isn’t you fades into a muted background. Rafayel isn’t sure how long he spent tongue-fucking you, but when he finds another moment of clarity, he’s above you. He’s got your thighs pressed to your chest, the backs of your knees acting as handrests as he presses you in half. 

“ Ra-Rafa–” You can’t even finish his name, nearly drooling as he teases his cock inside. Your weepy cunt throbbing for him– for him. 

Usually, Rafayel is whispering filth in your ear. He loves to watch your eyelashes flutter and feel you tighten up. It’s almost too easy to mumble praises and get you into that pliant, floaty headspace, and he never misses an opportunity. 

Except for now. Now, he’s slack jawed, groaning with every rough push of his hips. In this position he can reach that deep, squishy spot inside you that has your voice pitching up. He can feel you gush in a new wave of slick that has his tongue feeling too restless for his mouth– torn suddenly with the urge to drink it up. 

Rafayel doesn’t even realize he’s close to coming until you do. It’s like his body isn’t his– like the stimuli he’s feeling is just secondary to you. When you come– singing for him, squeezing him, Rafayel follows immediately after. Like your cry of pleasure is a plea for his come that he’s helpless to obey. 

It’s not enough to just come inside you. It’s not enough to just know he’s filled you up– no. No , it’s not enough. Rafayel grits his teeth, an uncomfortable feeling scouring under his skin that’s only soothed when he continues to thrust inside you. Deep, heavy rolls of his hips that pushes his come deeper and deeper and deeper . 

Rafayel nearly works himself back up into a fever again. The mantra burning inside his head is impossible to ignore, and he needs to know his come as where it’s supposed to be. 

He’s not sure how much time passes, only that he has to keep going. As long as it takes. 

A hand enters his line of vision, and Rafayel hisses softly. The pale skin of the intruder is familiar, but for some reason his hackles still raise. 

“You need to let go of her.” Xavier’s voice is soft, but firm. His hand rests on Rafayel’s shoulder, a cool but heavy weight that sobers the sea god slightly. 

Rafayel blinks, and looks down. You’re still beneath him, folded into a deep mating press. You’re breathing heavily, and when you meet Rafayel’s eyes he can see the remnants of tears that have leaked out. 

He pulls away, and scowls when he sees the imprint of his hands left on the backs of your legs. You exhale in relief as you unfold yourself, and lean your face into Xavier’s hand when he caresses you. 

Rafayel burns inside. The bond in his heart sits like a white-hot coal. This bond….was forged with you, and Rafayel had always assumed that he’d unconsciously reject the others if they’d intruded. 

But that’s not what he feels. He doesn’t feel possession over you, or a desire to sever Xavier’s hand from his wrist for daring to touch you. Rafayel sits on his heels and watches as the blond assesses you, cares for you, and places a soft kiss to your nose. 

“I’m okay…” You whisper softly, reassuring Xavier with a soft kiss to his palm. “I didn’t know I could bend like that for that long.”

Xavier hums, sounding both amused and impressed. “I didn’t mean to interrupt, but I was worried.”

Rafayel finally finds the ability to move again, and slides back up you body, propping himself up on his elbows and laying across you like a heated weighted blanket, “Aw, were you worried she couldn’t handle it?”

Xavier, who was now sat on the edge of the bed near your head, looks over to Rafayel with an impassive expression, “No. Besides giving her a muscle cramp, I know bunny can handle it. It was you I was worried about.”

Rafayel’s brow lowers, and he has to grapple against a sudden rush of heat again. His mind whirls with this casual confession of concern, because he’s itching again. The desire to touch and taste is back– rising like a stoked inferno, but it’s not just you anymore. 

You sit up slightly, and Rafayel is caught ensnared by the vision of you. Your skin is flushed, hair askew, and a litany of lovely marks against your neck that Rafayel isn’t certain when he left. 

“He feels a little cooler now,” You say, reaching out to brush some hair from his face. A tender, compassionate gesture that shouldn’t stir him as much as it does. “I think letting him go a little wild is helping.”

Xavier hums and reaches out, placing the back of his palm against the forehead you exposed, “How frequently are the bouts of delirium? We should time them to make sure you’re eating enough…”

Xavier lets his hand fall, and Rafayel will deny the sound of disappointment that left him. 

“Rafayel?” Your voice calls to him, but instead of drawing his attention, the syllables of his name ring like weights at his ankles– dragging him further under. Vaguely, he hears you say, “He’s getting droopy eyed again. Rafayel, can you hear me?”

Rafayel feels your voice and moves, rising up to slide his form against yours, feeling the curves of your body like a wave against the sand. Dragging skin against skin so he can feel the balm you provide his heat, “I hear you…darling. I hear you fine.”

“You need to go again?” You whisper, reaching out to hold the sides of his face, “Can you wait? Take a drink at least…”

Rafayel grins, breathing out against your lips in an amused huff, “Oh good idea… I’m so thirsty…just let me…”

He slides back down, heading towards the only thing he wants to taste at the moment. Why would he need anything else? He’s certain, in this moment, that he could be sustained fro your pussy alone.

Before he can get his mouth where he wants it, something– someone – stops him. A hand that first tries to get his attention by squeezing his shoulder. Xavier calls Rafayel’s name, but the man doesn’t hear it. And when that doesn’t work, Xavier finds a grip in the sea god’s hair, fingers tangled in violet tresses and pulling his head back.

The sound that leaves Rafayel is wrecked. A broken, pleading moan that is far too high and whiny. “ Oh…”

Xavier inhales sharply and too easily, Rafayel follows his hold, crawling back up your body and rising up to his knees to be closer to Xavier’s face. The blond holds him close so that there’s no question the delirious man can hear him, “You’re going to hurt yourself, or hurt her. Is that what you want?”

Rafayel’s eyes and drooping, unfocused and unseeing because the sensation of the hand in his hair is too much. “N-no…”

Xavier nods, stunned slightly by how permissive Rafayel is with the manhandling. A whole new side of the artist is being revealed, and the room buzzes with anticipation for it. 

Something about Xavier’s command has Rafayel staying put, obeying despite everything. The prince exits to retrieve sustenance, and returns to find Rafayel covering your exposed skin in soft, wet kisses. He hadn’t moved from where Xavier had put him, and only touched what he could reach. 

Rafayel downs another entire bottle of water while you take a few sips of yours. You barely get the lid on before he’s grabbing you again, hot breath steaming out of him as he lines his weepy cock up with your tender entrance. 

“ A-ahh… ” You sigh as he wastes absolutely no time pushing inside you, too eager and too hot to think of anything else. 

Xavier hesitates before leaving, covering the sides of your face with his hands to watch the pleasure melt you. His hazy blue eyes look up at the other man currently wrecking you and asks, “Can I stay?”

Rafayel grunts, rutting his hips a little harder, “You’re next.”

It sounds like a horrible threat and a loving, desperate promise. 

Xavier keeps his distance for the moment, only entering the cloud of candy desire by holding your hands through the thorough wrecking. Rafayel doesn’t let up, his inhuman stamina coming to strut it’s stuff. Leaving you a leaky, trembling mess. 

After Rafayel comes inside a second time, you’re left drooling into the blankets, unsure what happens now. He’d said Xavier was next, but what did that mean?

You feel Rafayel drag Xavier onto the bed, tearing at his clothes even rougher than he’d been with yours. It’s hard to breathe, watching as the blond is unwrapped like a birthday present– clothing ripped like tissue paper and discarded for the prize underneath. 

Your mind is only a few seconds ahead of what’s in front of your eyes, and your imagination supplies lurid images of Rafayel pulling Xavier into a kiss. A beat and it happens, like foresight. You imagine Rafayel pushing Xavier onto the mattress beside you, and voila, there he is. 

You imagine Rafayel moving in between Xavier’s leg and being too hasty with trying to get inside him– but that’s not what happens next. Rafayel doesn’t rush like you thought he might. Instead, he takes his time to taste the prince’s neck. His chest and down the ripples expanse of his abdomen. 

Xavier is just as surprised as you are by the attention to his pleasure, and a sharp hiss cuts through the blond’s teeth when Rafayel drags his tongue up his cock. He was already half-hard just watching the two of you, but with that one lascivious lick he’s steely and twitching. 

This time, you get to kiss Xavier through his pleasure. Drink in his stunned gasps and shuddering moans as Rafayel takes him in his throat down to the hilt. 

Now that you’ve caught your breath, you can dedicate more attention to them. Letting your fingers dance across Xavier’s chest, feeling the way his heart pounds in his chest, and pinching his peachy nipples. 

It’s always been such a treat to see a man like Xavier crumble. His voice is always so soft, like feather down and sun sugar– but in pleasure it gets deeper, darker. Rich like couverture chocolate sparked with chili. Even as rough as Xavier can be, there’s gentleness. 

He likes to hold you by the throat, and he does so now. Not gripping, but cradling. Feeling the tender chords of your throat bend as you swallow and breathe. Your pulse thrums against his fingertips and it soothes him. Xavier finds comfort in him like you do in him. A place to unravel from your defensive coil and exist in decadent vulnerability. 

Xavier gets a little rougher when he’s close. Biting at his lip and pulling your face closer to his with one hand while his other goes to grip Rafayel’s hair– mindlessly thrusting up into the wet heat of his lover’s mouth. 

Rafayel knows it as well as you do that Xavier’s on the precipice– probably more so. With a satisfied rumble, the sea god draws away. Chuckling as he watches Xavier thrust up into nothing. 

“Stay just like that…” Rafayel commands, voice low, soft, but dangerous. He rises up onto his knees, and places his scalding hand just below Xavier’s navel. “Let me look at you for a minute.”

The minute passes agonizingly slowly. Xavier struggles not to move, his face twitching and you can almost see his train of thought. He’s debating disobeying– taking control. He’s not usually a fan of being on his back, even with you.

You wonder if Rafayel is doing it to edge the poor prince, or to try and memorize him to draw later. You found Rafayel’s more salacious sketchbook once while cleaning his studio– a small letter sized book filled with graphite sketches of you and your lovers in various erotic positions. 

Rafayel doesn’t say anything before he moves. There’s just the slightest shift in his breath, a sharp inhale that breaks the pattern before he’s dragging his hand down and gripping Xavier’s cock. Pumping a few times until the prince moans prettily. 

Of the months you’ve been with them, you’ve never seen Rafayel bottom. Not once. Not once has ever let the other men take him in that way, so it’s more than a little surprising to see him shift to straddle Xavier’s waist. 

Xavier’s hands snap to Rafayel’s hip, gripping him tightly, “Wait…are you sure?”

Even Xavier can’t believe it, apparently. The hands on Rafayel’s waist are pulling him down, but keeping him up.

You sit up onto your elbows and reach for Rafayel’s hand, which he grasps tightly. 

“Don’t deny me.” Rafayel hisses, glowering down at the blond with his chin raised, “I need it.”

So demanding, even like this. You're completely tongue-tied and unsure what to do, because your equal parts worried about the change in character and interested to see where it goes. 

“Bunny,” Xavier turns his head to motion towards the bedside table, “Lube.”

His voice is tight and strained and so you don’t waste any time. You clatter to the table and retrieve the half-empty bottle from the drawer. When you turn, Rafayel isn’t fighting against Xavier’s hold anymore, but is sitting on Xavier’s hip just behind where he wants to be. Letting their cocks sit beside each other. 

Rafayel is almost petulant as Xavier coaxes him to move, making sure he can prep him properly with his fingers. You soothe the siren’s hunger by keeping him occupied with your mouth. Kissing him sweetly until his whines of irritation turn into soft keens of pleasure. You wrap your hand around his reddened member and let him drive his hips forward and back– into your palm and back onto Xavier’s fingers. 

Once Xavier’s satisfied that no damage will be done, he returns to their original position. Xavier lays on his back and gasps when Rafayel climbs him like he’ll die if he doesn’t sit on Xavier right. this. instant.

Xavier moans, long and drawn out as Rafayel attempts to spear himself– gasping like he’s drawing. And maybe he is? You’ve been so consumed in the heat of the moment, you haven’t really considered what Rafayel might be feeling. 

It must be frightening to feel like you’ll die if you don’t get to touch someone. 

You rise to your knees, and move. Grabbing both of Rafayels hands and pulling his attention to you, “Slow. Slower than that. Rafayel, look at me, yeah?”

Rafayel does. Through a cloud of amethyst haze, his eyes find yours. He’s panting, shivering, sweating. 

“I need…”

“I know.” You say, and when you nod your noses brush together. “But you have to start slow. If you start slow, you can go fast later…follow me. Move with me.”

“Yes…” Rafayel begs, leaning forward to kiss you weakly. He slows the press of his hips downwards, following the gentle guidance of your hands. “ Oh…yes…”

“That’s it.” You breathe reverently. “You’re doing wonderful. So perfect.”

Rafayel responds to your praise with a staggered moan, breaking up into little pieces like thin sugar candy. 

Xavier is a barely contained flame. He’s got one hand gripping Rafayel’s hip to hold the slow pace, despite the pleasure that threatens to consume him from the sweltering heat swallowing him up. His other hand rests on your thigh, squeezing you like a stress ball as if it’s the only thing keeping him from coming apart at the seams. 

Soon enough, you find a rhythm. You feel powerful– like a goddess – guiding Rafayel with your hands up and down. Up the veiny length of Xavier’s shaft and back down again. 

Once Rafayel is moving without your assistance, Xavier is able to find his control again. It’s only a flicker of sanity through the draping heat that leads the prince to grabbing you, hauling up and grunting, “ Sit, bunny.”

It doesn’t take a starfleet scientist to figure what he means, because he’s forgoing thrusting up for the moment to make sure you’re positioned right. Thighs on either side of his head, and drippy sex right above his face. 

Bracing yourself against Xavier’s chest you slowly press down, but Xavier isn’t having any of the demure shit right now. He’s got a sea god bouncing on his cock, and he was a goddess on his face. He growls– the only warning you get before he’s dragging you down. Meeting your cunt with his outstretched tongue. 

The combined stimuli of Xavier’s devilish tongue and watching Rafayel ride him is enough to overcome any hesitation. Less than a minute later you’re rolling your hips. Riding Xavier’s face just like he wants you to. 

“ Ah! Ah! Ah!” You cry rhythmically, meeting the tempo Rafayel’s thrusts like you might connect your lust drunk minds, to feel what he feels. To taste that decadent pleasure you both deliriously chase. 

Oddly, you come first. Shaking and trembling as you feel Xavier drink up every drop of honey you give him. A muffled moan vibrates against your clit and sends shocks of sensation up your stripped spine– sparking into painful overstimulation.

Xavier isn’t far behind, wrung of his orgasm from the vice heat of Rafayel’s plushy insides. His peak is muffled because he won’t let you pull away. He won’t remove his tongue from inside you and miss even a second of the syrupy sweet taste. 

Rafayel slows his hips as Xavier slowly softens inside him, and when you find a moment to breathe– that breath catches in your lungs. Rafayel’s attention has turned to you, eyes falling on you like a headsman's axe. 

“Come to me.” Rafayel says sharply. 

Xavier barely has enough time to release his hold on your thighs before his violet haired lover is pulling you away. Pushing you over to squish your face in the bed right next to Xavier’s messy face, and pulling your hips up. 

“Can’t waste it.” Rafayel sounds possessed. Like his voice doesn’t belong to him. Speaking absentmindedly as he grips the base of his cock, precome dripping from the weepy slit. It takes a few searching half-hearted thrusts to find your seam and press inside. “Don’t waste a drop… my darling girl. My beloved bride…”

Rafayel thrusts with his whole body, and it’s the first sign of any exhaustion he’s shown. He draws out to the very tip and then pushes back inside, carving his place inside you like it’s his. And it is. You’re his. 

“Nngh!” You choke on a mixture of pleasure and pain. You’re pushing against the limits of what you can handle in a session, but the feeling satisfying this radiant divine part of Rafayel is enough to keep you going. “I-I won’t! I won’t waste it!”

It’s only two more thrusts before Rafayel comes, thready dripping from his blushed lips like a siren’s song. And it feels like that’s exactly what it is. Your mind sinks into a fluffy, warm space. Drunk and sedated simultaneously from his reverent attention and the heated rush of come flooding you once more.

Later that day, you’re laying on a lounge chair on the back porch, letting the afternoon sun warm your skin. Caleb sits beside you, massaging your body with some oddly scented lotion. 

On paper, spending all day squished between your ravenous, heat-stricken lover and one or two of your other lovers sounds great. On paper, Rafayel’s ebb day rut sounded great. Marathon sex without end? Yes please.

Only, the reality is a little less sexy and a bit more sticky. Rafayel refuses to come unless it’s inside you, even when he was previous fucking someone else. You’d feel special if you didn’t feel like an overfilled cream donut– who’re you kidding? You’re definitely gonna miss this once it’s over. 

Until then, you hurt. Your muscles ache and you feel raw inside. It stings a little when you walk– the little limp you had when you finally got a chance to stand up only riled Rafayel up again. 

Currently, Zayne is occupying the sea god with Xavier. While Sylus and Caleb keep you company and let you rest for a moment. Sylus sits in a lawn chair right next to the door, sipping at pomegranate lemonade with a little yellow umbrella, and acting like a bouncer. No one’s going in or going out at the moment, not until Caleb’s done. 

“I smell like a medicine cabinet now…” You whine softly but make no effort to move away. 

“It’s magnesium lotion, pipsqueak.” Caleb explains as he digs his thumbs into your calf, rolling out the potential knots and pressing the cream deep. “It’ll help you from getting sore.”

“I’m already sore.” You hide your face into the pillow and groan softly. “Ugh this is only day one….”

Sylus chuckles and swirls his drink a few times, the ice cubes rattling together, “We should feel grateful he’s willing to play with others. He was always adamant it could only be you.”

Lifting your head, you give Sylus a sharp look, “What do you mean ‘he always’ ?”

Sylus brings his drink to his lips and smiles when he places the bendy straw in his mouth. He takes a long, slow swig before he answers you, “I’d like to preempt this with the fact I was never on board with keeping it a secret, but it wasn’t my secret to share.”

“Big on transparency, are you?” Caleb remarks as he gently rolls his fingers around your ankle. 

“Oh, communication is key.” Sylus replies playfully, “We were made aware of his predicament in the world before. The Sanctuary was hardly a place for a Lemurian to hide away during such a vulnerable time. This bond that Lemurians forge, he was certain it would reject everyone except you, and your fishy had the sense that you , for whatever reason, couldn’t handle a week of his full attention. Though, was he wrong?”

You pout but it quickly morphs into a grimace as Caleb finds a knot in your thigh. “Sorry, pips.” He says softly, and then under furth examination, clicks his tongue in disappointment. “You have bruises here. On the backs of your thighs.”

Sylus lowers his chin to peer over his sunglasses, while Caleb traces the blooming marks with his fingertips. You twist to try and see, but the backs of your thighs aren’t exactly accessible, and so you fall back to lay on your stomach. “I’m not surprised. He had me in that mating press for like thirty minutes.”

“M-mating press?” Caleb stutters, hand falling a little heavier on your skin and squeezing ever so slightly. 

“Okay so maybe he wasn’t wrong entirely.” You concede, “But he was wrong about the bond rejecting you. He didn’t have to go through it alone.”

“If someone is half-wrong,” Sylus begins as he leans back in his chair, “Does that make the half-right part inconsequential?”

“He should be gentler.” Caleb mumbles softly, drawing his thumbs up the back of your thigh, and then– a moment later– pressing his lips there. “If he can’t control himself, then maybe he should go through it alone.”

You turn and give Caleb a stern look, letting him stew on the words he just said. 

Sylus’ laugh is devilish and he lowers his sunglasses to give Caleb a mischievous smirk, “Ooh, better apologize puppy. I’d hate to see you sleeping outside.”

Caleb frowns, and no such apology is made. 

Thankfully, after the first day. Rafayel cools off a little. The excitement of the new opportunities had made his poor fishy brain melt a little, and he’d gotten so carried away he even wore himself out. 

Shifts were taken. Though it was hard to keep as Rafayel’s instincts were fickle and unfathomable. He would seek out one of your group like he’d been starved of them, and it felt like a roll of the dice who it would be. 

On the dreaded Ebb day . It was gloomy– the sky was overcast in bluish grey and the wind was sharper as it rushed in from the ocean. It felt foreboding, and it was. 

Rafayel wouldn’t let any of you leave the bedroom. He snapped at Zayne for daring to try and go make breakfast, and nearly clawed Caleb’s arm off when he tried to escape the nest of bodies and sleep on the floor. 

This bed wasn’t nearly as spacious as your bed at home, but Rafayel seemed to enjoy the closeness. While the rest of you sweat through the humidity, the sea god seemed soothed by it. Though he complained about the heat constantly, when someone was touching him he would sigh like a cold compress was pressed to his skin. 

During the week, Rafayel would have time between his bouts of ravenous desire. Sometimes he was granted hours between them where he was able to drink, eat, and bathe. And then, just as suddenly, he’d grab you. Pin you to the ground and mount you like he hadn’t seen you in months. Begging you to take it like he might cry if you didn’t. 

Today, there was no such reprieve. The moment the sun rose, Rafayel was gone. Replaced by someone who didn’t exist without you. His skin needed to be pressed to yours. He’d awoken you with his cock inside you– with slow, heavy thrusts. Sylus was still awake, and talked the two of you through it. Holding onto Rafayel’s hip with a tight hand to keep from pounding too harshly into you. 

After you were filled, Sylus kissed you. He drank in the remnants of your pleasure and gently detached you from the sea god. He handed you to Zayne, whispering a soft request to take care of you to the doctor. 

You were able to get a few more hours of sleep while Sylus battled against the other mythic creature. Dragon versus siren, and this once– the dragon came out on top. Bending Rafayel over to fuck him deep and fast. It was hard to sleep through the harsh slaps of hips against one another, and the weepy cries of Rafayel’s cross-eyed pleasure. 

When Sylus had had his fill, Rafayel found you again. Pushing you into Zayne’s chest and not caring that the doctor held you while he pushed your legs apart. Pleading with you to please, please, please show him your pretty pussy again. 

Zayne was an active bystander for this round. A slower, more purposeful rutting as Rafayel rolled with him. Guided by the doctor’s skilled fingers that shimmered with frost. 

You could hardly catch your breath. Every inhale stung with the frigid air, and every exhale swallowed by Rafayel’s desperate mouth. His cock felt even more swelteringly hot inside you with Zayne at your back. The contrast was too much, and you came three times before Rafayel met his end– filling you again. 

You were icky and dripping by midday. Sticky with sweat, leaking Rafayel’s come despite his commands to not spill a drop. While the others tried to rest in between rounds, Caleb couldn’t sleep, and spent most of his time trying to take care of you. 

He tutted softly as you sleepily leaned into him, letting him drag the warm washcloth against your abdomen and then down to the crux of your thighs. It was gentle and reverent, but Rafayel took personal offense to this. He snarled at Caleb and snatched the washcloth– throwing it across the room like a poisoned article.

Caleb was punished with face shoved into your pussy, lapping like the little puppy he was while Rafayel fucked him harshly. It was almost mean, and even Xavier woke up and attempted to draw the siren’s attention away. 

It didn’t work. And Rafayel wasn’t satisfied until he’d made Caleb beg to come. The colonel sang his pleas into the folds of your cunt, only drawing his tongue away for those few moments until it was back again. 

Rafayel didn’t come inside Caleb. In a flurry, he pulled out, and rolled Caleb away, dragging you by the ankle to shove back inside you. It seemed you were due a punishment too, for letting Caleb wipe away his come in the first place. Rafayel whispered his promises to fill you darkly in your ear. Now, he’d have to try twice as hard. 

Xavier was the only one Rafayel was halfway gentle with. The only of your group besides you that he seemed willing to ride without harsh desperation, and so the rounds that included the blond were the easiest. 

It was almost sundown when you found yourself feeling a bit dizzy, draped across Sylus’ chest as Rafayel fucked you from behind. Xavier’s firm hands on the artist’s waist kept him from pounding you, and the blond’s low voice in his ear had him trembling close to orgasm in record time. 

The sunset, and darkness blanketed your house. It snuck up on you, because one moment you were still being used like a come dump and the next you’re passed out alongside the others in a haphazard pile. 

Zayne, of course, is the only one sleeping halfway properly. He’s got a pillow and everything. From there, it’s just downhill With Sylus leaning against him, nearly upright and Xavier in his lap, splayed like a sleepy housecat. Caleb is snoring on top of Zayne with his legs over Xavier’s and an arm draped over his eyes. You’re nestled somewhere in the middle, with Rafayel laying on your chest with your legs intertwined. 

Exhaustion is too soft a word. This is bone-deep debility. Wrung out like wet rags of every last drop of moisture. You snore louder than you ever have, and even the storm that brews outside that night does nothing to stir any of you. 

A short spring storm wets the earth. Thunder rumbles and lightning casts flashes of cool light into your room. None of it disturbs your rest. Not even the rush of wind and rain tapping against your window intrudes upon the blessed peace you’ve finally found. 

When morning comes, the storm is gone, and Ebb day is finally over.