#this... came out way softer than I intended lol

[taexoxosgf]

FORMULA 1

PAIRING race car driver!lee mark x fem!reader

WORDS 3.5k

SYNOPSIS mark just looks too good to resist after his race.

WARNINGS explicit sexual content (too lazy to add deets), car sex, fluff, friends with benefits, they’re in denial lol

NOTES my first fic on tumblr <3 my bb

You spot Mark across the airport track.

Sitting in his newly acquired Nissan Skyline GT-R 34, one arm hangs out of the window. He lifts the same arm to bring a cigarette to his lips, the cloud of smoke seemingly following in slow motion. His hair damp due to the forgotten rain from the hour before. The same cherry red hair, now longer and styled, no longer covering his forehead. A piece dangling in front of his eyes.

Individuals began dispersing now that the race had ended. Of course, Mark was the first to cross the finish line. He always was.

You often attended his races but not solely for him. The people were always friendly, and any kind of race was exhilarating to watch. The cars maneuver between each other, attempting to avoid collision. If anyone of the racers tried to pull a trick and it went wrong, it would turn into something much scarier than a race.

You loved watching him race, even more, the activities afterward. You two weren’t by any means exclusive, but the both of you hadn’t been with anyone else since meeting each other. People could call it a situationship. Some label it as friends with benefits. Whatever it was, Mark’s texts were what you looked forward to late into the night. But today, he texts you earlier than usual.

ML: Enjoying the view?

ML: I know I am

You scoff, looking back up and immediately locking eyes with him. A smirk adorning his smug face.

ML: Come here.

You: I’m not gonna run to you like a dog. You come here.

ML: Baby don’t be like that

You: Stopped by to watch ur race. It’s over now, so I’m leaving

You: Bye

Not sparing him another glance, you make your way off the track. Feeling his eyes on you, your hips sway with every step. The denim mini-skirt you chose to wear rides up, and the backless top reveals the perfect amount of skin as Mark's eyes are glued to your figure.

People are standing outside their cars, talking, eating, the usual at car meets. It’s almost like a tailgate before a football game. The atmosphere was always welcoming and it was easy to make acquaintances that could turn into close friends.

There’s one every week, and having gone to them for the past 2 months, there are many familiar faces. You’ve even made close friends with Ningning, another racer, who you bonded with due to her beating Mark in a race when they were still rookies.

There’s Jaemin too, who you met through Ningning. He always greets you with a smile, his eyes staying on yours a little too long after every response.

Your conversations with Jaemin never last longer than five minutes with Mark always making up an excuse for you to leave. And when you finish protesting to Mark, you look back, and Jaemin is already 20 feet away, grabbing another plate of food with Ningning.

You’d like to think Mark gets jealous. Maybe he does, but then, you remind yourself of the mutual agreement of ‘no strings’ and remember he couldn’t be. So you push any second thoughts in the back of your mind.

Unlocking your car, your fingers are wrapped around the handle when another hand grabs ahold of your wrist, spinning you around to your back.

The cold exterior of the car hitting your bare back causes goosebumps to appear all over your body.

You’re met face-to-face with Mark. He is so close you can feel the warmth of his breath fanning your face while his lower body is completely pressed up against you. He’s got you trapped in between his arms; his hands placed flat onto the hood of the vehicle.

“Leaving so soon?”

You smirk at his inquiry, knowing he always gives in.

“Just came by to watch the race. The race is over, isn’t it?” Your nonchalant response comes out softer than intended, but he doesn’t see through you.

Mark doesn’t utter a word while you continue with the act. His dark orbs stare into yours and scan down, stopping at the stained lips in front of him. Before disrupting the silence, he uses his thumb to smear the lipstick at the corner of your lips outward. “I prefer your lipstick messy,” he says softly.

All you do is continue to look into his eyes with the corner of your lips curving upwards. His small meaningless comments have been igniting a fuzzy feeling in your chest lately. Even if it was playful.

You know what this means.

I don’t even want to think about it.

There was a mutual agreement, and you swore never to break it. But can one control it? If this unspoken feeling was true, you couldn’t bring yourself to end it, but your chest feels heavier every second you’re by his side. The walls you put up to protect yourself seem to crack a little more each time, worsening as you realize he doesn’t seem to have the same internal battles.

You think to yourself how it fucking sucks but suppress it because you’ll live.

Mark notices you’re thinking about something as your eyes dance around his face. He wants to ask you what it is that has you daydreaming, but he seizes the opportunity to admire you. You’re so beautiful. He wants to tell you, but you both know it crosses boundaries. The word was mutually agreed as too intimate, but it’s at the tip of his tongue. The urge to compliment you, to text you in the day rather than the middle of the night, to spend more time with you, he yearns for more. But you always play along with his games and seem content with what you both have now, so he doesn’t do anything to catch you off guard. It’s a fuzzy feeling in his chest when he sees you smile. This feeling is foreign to him, but Mark welcomes it.

“Wow, you have a way with words Mark Lee,” sarcasm oozing from your retort.

‘Fuck, say my full name again,” he exclaims as he throws his head back.

You fully laugh, your arm giving him a playful push to his shoulder. You’re both smiling ear-to-ear, the flirty mood turning into something different. It had been happening much more recently.

His body was still pressed onto yours, his arms caging you between himself and the car. Going onto your toes, you bring your lips to his. It’s a soft, sweet kiss.

As you lean back onto the car, Mark doesn’t utter another word. He simply kisses you again, a little rougher this time, and your arms immediately move around his neck. One of his arms snakes from the hood of the car to your ribcage, his fingertips slowly inching downwards and finally pressing harder at the curve of your waist.

The kiss was what you could say, electric. It was as if the spark began at your lips and the electricity followed down to Mark’s erect length, currently already straining against his jeans. What you didn’t know was Mark had been thinking about you all day. When he would see your face, when he would speak to you, and what you would say as he was in between your legs. All the unrequited feelings and lust you both felt pouring into this kiss and every kiss before and after.

Your lips fit each other perfectly, moving in sync. Mark swallows your moan when you feel your tongue caressing against his. He was so enamored with you, having difficulty coming out from the daze that is you.

You finally pull back to catch your breath; Lips swollen and the nude lipstick smudged. You’re panting heavily against his mouth and your fingertips feel as if they’re leaving crescent marks around his neck. The lust between Mark and yourself was something you never experienced before. Being turned on just from a short makeout was nonexistent until Mark. If you were to check your panties right now, you’re sure they would be soaked; feeling as if you’re losing sanity every second that passes.

“You know, if you were good and just walked over to my car earlier, I would have made you come twice by now.” He’s gazing at you with those hooded eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing while he swallows. You’re playfully trailing your nails against his neck and notice the purple marks that once covered it are now faded. I’ll have to fix that.

You then notice the goosebumps that appear on his skin as your nails graze his skin.

“Since when do you like good girls?”

Mark’s inked hand plays with the strands of hair that hover over your cheekbones and continue to trace your jawline until they reach your chin. He holds your chin with his thumb and forefinger, lifting it to bring your face closer to his.

He’s still looking at you with naked lust. His head tilted to the side while his lips are practically touching yours.

“I did until I met you.”

“Shit,” you rasp against Mark’s mouth.

One minute you were standing outside and now you are in the backseat of his fucking brand new car making out like you both had not seen each other in months. It was always like this, aggressive and full of want. But you loved it. Mark knew you did, so he never hesitated on being rougher in bed.

You're straddling his thighs and it feels as if he’s everywhere at once. The feel of his warm hands palms your ass, guiding you as you grind on his clothed cock that becomes harder by the second. It feels too good, chasing euphoria every time you’re with him. “Oh my god,” you pant against his mouth. It isn’t long before you feel the grip of his fingers as he pries your mouth open, not hesitating to slip his tongue into it again.

Your fingers are running through his hair, pulling on his black locks as the makeout becomes more intense, and Mark grunts at the feeling.

His sounds turn you on even more. The kiss is still messy and hot as he slightly bucks his hips upwards, creating more friction. Your bodies mold together, fitting each other perfectly like a puzzle.

You break away from his lips to trail kisses from his jawline down his neck, sucking and nipping to leave fresh marks against his collarbone. His head leans further back against the headrest, closing his eyes to enjoy your touch. He’s panting harder now, the sounds erupting from his throat being music to your ears. It only encourages you further, but you don’t notice his hand skimming your inner thigh.

His fingers, which are painted in ink, shift higher in an attempt to move your panties underneath your skirt to the side, but they come directly in contact with your slick.

“Fucking shit, you’re not wearing any underwear?” he asks you, and you hum in response, still working at his neck.

“Slut. Slut who always just wants to fuck. Nothing else.”

“Your slut. Who always just wants to get fucked by you,” you whisper; Swollen lips grazing his ear as the words leave them.

He says nothing more with words, responding by slipping two fingers into you.

You gasped at the sudden force. It feels too good, but he doesn’t move. He just looks at you with a look you can't comprehend.

Your fingers inch up to move a curl out of his eyes. “Move, please Mark.”

“You’re beautiful, you know that?”

You were surprised by the sudden expression. One moment he was acting like he always does, then he offered you small compliments. Though it was weird timing to be sentimental, you couldn’t help but feel a blush creeping onto your cheeks. It catches you off guard and the fuzzy feeling you never experienced before meeting him comes back. The same fuzzy feeling in your lower stomach came and went with certain words like these, not just his actions. It starts to scare you because every time, it seems you both stray further from the initial agreement.

“What’s gotten you so cheesy all of a sudden?” your eyes avoid him while you play with the same long curl.

“Nothing. Just wanted to let you know,” he offers a small smile. You swear you see a hint of something loving in his eyes. But it couldn’t be, you think. He’s just saying things in the heat of the moment.

You brush off what could be Mark’s slight falter from his strong persona; no longer avoiding his eyes, you connect your lips to his once again.

He gives in, both of you melting into the kiss. It's too intoxicating yet again. Both of your hands are on each other as if the other would somehow disappear.

His fingers begin to move, and you gasp against his mouth because you had forgotten Mark’s fingers were still inside of you due to his statement. Your surprise only allows him immediately to go for your neck; kissing your sensitive spots. Nipping and licking over it to slightly ease the burn.

“Fuck baby, you’re so wet.”

He speeds up the pace, curling his fingers to reach your sweet spot. The relief only increases as you get closer to your orgasm. Jaw slacked open as you pant against his ear.

“ Mark, right there,” you mewl.

His fingers are so deep inside you, and he finally adds a third finger. You already feel full, and think about how good his cock would feel after the satisfying burn. Of course, that wasn’t enough for Mark, so his thumb begins circling your clit, adding more stimulation. The sensation is too good to describe, and you roll your hips, grinding onto his fingers in hopes of increasing the amount of pleasure.

You’re a mess. Already feeling fucked out before taking his cock and your pussy continues to swallow Mark’s inked fingers as the arousal continues to drip down, the sound letting you know of the mess you’re making. But you don’t pay any mind to it, too focused on the feeling in your lower stomach increasing.

“Please Mark. Faster. Don’t stop,” you pant out as you chase the awaited high.

“Love it when you beg,” he whispers. His hot breath against your lobe.

Your eyes squeeze shut as the wave of your orgasm arrives before you can utter a warning. Mark continues to pump his fingers inside of you, the pleasure becoming more intense. You whimper against his neck as you ride out your orgasm.

Mark pulls his fingers out of you, bringing them to his mouth. He makes sure you’re watching as his tongue licks a long stripe from his knuckles, finally wrapping his lips around his fingers.

“You taste so fucking sweet,” he praises.

As the corner of your lips lifts, your hand is already unbuttoning his jeans. Slipping your hands in, you begin to palm his cock through his boxers, Mark attempting to suppress a low groan from your actions. The sound alone has you trying to squeeze your thighs together; even after the intense orgasm you just experienced. Only Mark could make you feel this way. He was the only one who could turn you on as much as he did.

“Don’t tease, slut.”

“Just having some fun,” you counter against his mouth.

As you help Mark slip his pants and boxers off, his cock is fully hard, the pink tip leaking precum. Mark’s dick was on the larger side, making you feel full every time you both would have sex. It had surprised you the first time, expecting it to be average, but it definitely was not. This motherfucker knew it too, assuring you that ‘you could take it’ as he roughly thrusted in and out of you.

“Spit on it,” he demands.

From the straddle position on his thighs, you lower your head, letting saliva slowly drip down onto his cock.

Mark gives praise with a ‘good girl’ as you stroke him. You finally reposition onto your knees beside his thighs, feeling his rough hands on your waist before helping you lower yourself onto him. As you’re slowly sinking onto his cock, you both gasp.

Mark roughly smashes his lips by pulling onto your neck as you adjust to his size.

The feeling was literal heaven.

Oh, how you could never get used to this.

His long fingers are wrapped around your neck, squeezing as you start to slowly grind against his cock. He swallows your moans and your fingers that were initially gripping his hair move to his shoulders and you finally pull back to begin bouncing on his cock.

Your pussy envelops his cock, squeezing at the intense amount of pleasure that runs through your veins.

Mark finds himself marveling at your breasts bouncing in front of him, immediately wrapping his lips around your nipples. His fingers dig into your skin as the pleasure increases for the both of you.

A breathy whimper emits from your throat and it takes everything to not close your eyes. Mark hated when you closed your eyes, always wanting to look at you as arousal bled through your orbs.

“How are you always this tight baby? Fuck,” he rasps. Looking at him, you can say he’s almost as fucked out as you. You knew Mark well enough to know when he was feeling more than he let on.

You whimpered as a response. The small moans and wet sounds of skin slapping filled the empty air of the vehicle. Mark continues to squeeze your throat, the pressure only heightening the feeling in your lower torso. At the inkling of your orgasm, Mark feels you clench around him and groans against your tits.

As you’re bouncing on his cock, Mark matches your rhythm and bucks his hips into you, hitting your g-spot. It’s rough and fast, the brutal pace causing your moans to heighten in pitch. You couldn’t take it anymore. The imaginary band in your stomach is on the verge of snapping again. You were so sensitive from the first orgasm that the second one was not far from reach.

“Ma-arkk, so close,” you yelp, emitting words that were almost incoherent.

“Come for me baby, milk my cock.”

Putting all your remaining energy into riding him, you feel Mark’s fingers leave your waist and trail down to your clit, pressing circles. “Fuck! Mark!”

This was all you needed to come undone, your eyes squeezing shut and your body freezing momentarily as the overwhelming high washes over you. Your pussy tightens around his cock, spasming but not stopping Mark from continuing to drive his length into you with renewed vigor.

“Fuck baby, you’ll make me-”

Your mouth is open in an ‘o.’ A moan threatening to leave your throat but nothing is heard.

“Shit, you’re so tight right now,” Mark utters, throwing his head back against the headrest. He lets go of your throat, placing both of his hands at your waist to now reach his high. As he continues to abuse your cunt, all is heard are your sobbed curses into his shoulder, the intense feeling still lingering.

Your body was loose, facial features neutralizing as you come down from your euphoria. You were tired, having difficulty helping Mark but tried your best to move. The burning feeling in your thighs came and grew stronger but you could tell he was close due to his features scrunching slightly, focus becoming blurred.

The tension building in his body was on the verge of snapping. He was so close, wanting it so badly for the reason that the high of the orgasm seeped through his veins like a drug.

“Inside of me. Want you to fill me up Lee,” your voice enough to be the last straw for Mark.

His body began to heat up, nothing but one last shout of your name as he came into you.

“Fuck.”

You were spent every time, your limp body falling forward onto him. Your cheek rested on his shoulder, nothing but silence and warmth pervading the air.

Mark’s slender fingers dance on your thighs, both of you savoring the comfortable tranquility before he reaches up to your chin to bring your face to his.

“Lemme take you out on a date. For real. A real date.”

You chuckle at his confession, mistaking it for a funny gag. “Ha-ha very funny.”

“I’m being serious. You don’t think I like you?” he replies slightly taken aback.

“I just thought you didn’t want anything serious. What changed?”

His orbs stare into yours for a few seconds before he responds. “You. I wanna take you out on a date because I really like you.”

“I like you too, Mark.” It was a relief to finally be able to say it out loud.

“But you just came in me, so maybe date talk later?” you chuckle.

“Okay, bet. I can work with that,” he says before smashing his lips onto yours once again, never getting sick of the enigma that is you.

[coryosmin]

pervy!coryo and you sleeping in the same bed because you’re best friends, and he’s trying so hard not to touch you but he just can’t help himself :(

nsfw | mdni | fem!reader

i would just like to say that i’m so glad the pervy!coryo and pervy!sej blurbs are so well loved lol

warnings; reader gets touched while trying to sleep, dry humping, fingering, this is definitely softer than i intended it to be but that’s okay

you and coryo had been best friends for the longest time. you both grew up together, you helped one another get through so many tough emotional times, you never judged coryo for his living conditions, always helped him when he didn’t have much to eat. and he was so grateful to you.

which is why he felt so guilty in this moment. he was sleeping over at your house, in your bed, next to you. it’s one of the many times he’s done it but this time just felt different. there was no denying that coryo was attracted to you. though you likely didn’t realize it. you’re just so pretty and beautiful. and god you’re wearing those pajama shorts that ride up and show your ass while wearing that pajama top that shows your cleavage.

as he laid there looking at you, your back turned towards him. without realizing it, coryo wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer to him. it would’ve been an innocent gesture if it weren’t for the hard on he was carrying right now. he pressed himself against you, feeling your ass against his cock. he didn’t move though, not wanting to wake you up.

he couldn’t help it at all. he felt so bad. you’re his best friend but god, you’re just so hot and he wanted you so bad. his hand found its way underneath your shirt, touching your warm skin. and with the way your breath caught, coryo realized you weren’t as asleep as he thought you were. he was about to pull away when he felt you push your ass against his cock.

coryo let out a shaky breath, leaning his head up with his other arm. you continued to grind your ass against his hard member, making a small moan leave coryo’s lips. coryo’s arm around you tighten as he pulled you closer, burying his face in the side of your neck. your breathing was uneven as you continued your movements on his cock. and by the way you clenched your thighs together to relieve that tension you felt, coryo knew you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.

“can i help you?” he whispered breathlessly into your ear.

“yes,” you whispered back.

coryo continued to grind his cock against your ass, moving his hips while you moved yours. his hand that was wrapped around you, moved downward to your pajama pants. your breath hitched as his hand went underneath the waistband and underneath your underwear. he pressed a kiss to your shoulder as he moved a finger up and down your slit. “oh you’re so wet,” he whispered.

you let out a shaky breath, nodding your head. coryo began to rub your clit to the rhythm of you moving your hips against his member. you let out a small moan which made coryo buck his hips against yours. you sound so beautiful. and oh my god this is really happening.

coryo was dry humping you while he fingered you. he buried his face into your neck, pressing small kisses against your skin while he rubbed your clit. he pushed his cock against your ass, thrusting his hips as he chased his orgasm. “oh my god,” he whisper moaned into your neck as he started cumming. he continued to rub your clit as he moaned, cumming in his underwear. you moaned as you came, the sound of coryo’s moans and the wet splotch you felt on his pajama pants while he rubbed your clit enough to send you over the edge.

and when you both finished, coryo moved his hand out of your pants, putting his arm back over your waist. “was that okay?” he asked, suddenly feeling the guilt that he may have forced you into doing it.

“more than okay,” you murmured back, turning your body to face coriolanus. and as his baby blue eyes looked into your beautiful eyes, he felt reassured. he smiled lazily, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

[baldursgate3tempobsessed]

Hihi! I went on anon cause my main blog is strictly sfw, but I promise I'm an adult(29). Anyways, I had this idea of Ascended Astarion teasing Tav/Reader in front of a mirror. He can't see himself, but loves the way Tav/Reader shudders under his touch and them getting more and more embarrassed because all they can see is themselves getting riled up by seemingly nothing, but when they look down, ofc they see his hands working magic across their body.

Lol ty for the clarification and ask! I've been needing some nsfw practice!

Ascended Astarion nsfw under the cut, 18 + warnings. Like this is not implied smut. It is smut, graphic. Possessive, obsessive, manipulative, bad vampire man who loves you. As much as he's capable of. Morally gray human Tav from the start to here. It's only downhill from here baby, m/f angle. But if that doesnt fufill the dream let me know and I can make a gender neutral/ gender nonspecfic no prob! And probably less intense too because this is angsty~~~

Like I went ham, this is a whole ass fic now💀

You frowned at yourself in the bedroom mirror, adjusting your hair for the umpteenth time. It still didn't look right, despite what felt like hours of practice that you'd put into the intricate style.

You sighed as let one of your braids fall down, dissatisfied with what you saw. You didn't exactly look the part of an all-powerful vampire's consort, or at least not with the company you've recently been keeping. But it turned out a significant part of taking over Baldur's Gate was trenched in politics, meetings, balls, social events created for the sole purpose of mind games.

It was exhausting, or at least it was for you. But Astarion seemed to take to it like a duck to water. This life suited him, one of power games and subterfuge, and more often than not, murder. Not that you minded. You were just happy that he was having fun. That he was finally free after all of those years of torment. Even if he was using that freedom for… less than savory ends.

But despite his goals, you had sworn to him that you would never stray. And you intended on making good on that promise.

You just wished that he didn't insist on you being there for all of his "business". You hadn't realized how literal he had been about the whole sitting in his lap plan. It had taken a half-hour conversation to even convince him that no, you would not be doing so in the nude. He still hadn't given up on convincing you off that plan, but you highly doubted that it would help with your current level of heightened insecurity.

Maybe you were worrying for no reason. It wasn't Astarion who made you feel out of place. Well… it was, but not because of anything he did. Just… who he had become. He was so different now, so much colder to everything and everyone but you. More calculating, less forgiving, and just perfect for working with the most dangerous individuals in the mortal plane.

You seemed to be the only living thing he could relax around anymore, the only person who could soften him. It was strange really. You used to remember his softer side, before the ritual. The way his heart would hurt for children and animals alike, despite his failed attempts to hide it. His soft spot for Karlach, those who were brave and brazen, always willing to do the right thing despite the risks. The kind smile he used to have, reserved for beautiful things like the sunrise, the sunset.

Gone, all of it. It was a fact that you didn't like to think about. What you both gave up, things could have been; there was no point to it anyway. It was over. You gave Astarion the choice, this is what came of that. So here you were, obsessing over your appearance in preparation for a meeting with a high-ranking devil.

How things had changed.

You had no idea if you would ever find a way to match up with the company he kept around these days. Maybe it was your own fault for surrounding yourself with otherworldly creatures, but it was hard not to feel inadequate.

It didn't help that whenever you even slightly alluded to that insecurity, Astarion was more than ready to remind you of your… "options".

"You can join us whenever you'd like my treasure," Astarion would say with a creeping grin, "Just one bite, and we can be sure you'll be mine forever. Would that be so bad?"

It was a tempting offer, one that you kept insisting on refusing. You loved Astarion more than anything. But… you wanted that love to stay your choice. An obligation you maintained of your own free will. It's not that you didn't trust him… but to be a spawn had too many implications for you to handle.

"What has you pouting sweet thing?"

You startled when hands suddenly settled on your hip, gripping through the thin fabric of your nightdress. You looked back, relaxing the slightest bit to see Astarion smiling down at you, amused at the fact he'd managed to sneak up on you through the mirror.

"You said you weren't going to do that anymore," You whined as you leaned back into him, your eyes turning back to the mirror. You could see the fabric of your slip indented under his hands, ghost-like without his actual image reflecting back.

"I lied," Astarion said simply, leaning down to breathe you in from the crook of your neck, "Now what are you thinking about pet? I can tell something's on your mind."

You bit your lip, debating for a moment if you should tell him or not. But it's not like he would let it drop, and he was way too good at being able to tell when you were lying. Might as well come clean.

You sighed, "I don't…I don't know if I'm cut out for this."

You expected him to huff at you, maybe even laugh. But instead, the grip he had on you tightened, hard enough to make you gasp. You could feel his fangs scraping against your delicate skin, scratching hard enough to cause pinpricks of blood to bead out.

"And why would you ever think a thing like that?" Astarion asked, his voice harsh and low, "Where else would you be if not by my side hm? Please, enlighten me."

You gulped, your heart rate starting to pick up. You hadn't meant it like that, "That's not what I meant-"

"Then what else could it have meant?" Astarion shot back, his hands digging into you, surely ready to leave finger-shaped bruises. Suddenly he was using that same grip to drag you backward to the bed, effortlessly settling you between his spread legs.

All while managing to still be right in sight of the mirror. You could feel your cheeks redden as his hands started to wander, unceremoniously tugging down the straps of your nightdress to reveal your chest. That was another thing about life after the ritual that had been a surprise, just how different Astarion's sex drive was. It's not like he was a prude before, far from it, but now he was insatiable. Always ready and willing to touch you whenever the urge struck him. Often enough for you to eventually come to the thrilling, if not slightly disturbed realization, that… he was training you. Training your body to always want his touch.

And tonight was no different. You could already feel yourself getting wet, and he had barely done anything yet. But then suddenly he was pinching your nipple harshly, hissing in your ear, "I expect an answer when I ask you a question darling."

You bit back a moan, trying to remember what you were even arguing about as he started to play with your breasts, "I-I didn't mean it like that. I just… I don't want to embarrass you."

It was humiliating to admit but it was true. Not many people of Astarion's caliber insisted on a singular lover. There were so many people after him now, people with more power, more beauty, and grace. You didn't match up. You couldn't.

"Nonsense," Astarion dismissed, his hands wandering down to tear off more of your clothing, "Look at you. You were made for this life. Made for me. You're gorgeous."

The compliments mixed with the harsh feeling of his hands ripping your nightdress in two was quite the experience. You could feel his own hardness pressing into your backside, twitching as he threw your ruined clothing to the side.

Then he was gripping your chin, forcing your head back up to stare into the mirror in front of you, "I said look."

You obeyed, eyes widening at what you saw. It was so strange to see yourself like this, fully exposed with your legs spread apart, flushed and panting. It nearly gave the illusion that your very image was what was causing the wetness between your legs, instead of the invisible man toying with you.

You swallowed, your throat dry as Astarion's hands wandered lower, a feather-light touch tracing up and down your slit, "You are everything. The sole reason that I'm the man I am today. There is nowhere else you should be than right here."

"But-" You gasped, your words interrupted by a sharp slap to your inner thigh. You could see your skin start to redden in the mirror, a perfect imprint left in it's wake.

"Darling, are you questioning my judgment? What on earth made you think that was a good idea?"

You frantically shook your head, moaning when his fingers delved deeper, playing with your slick folds, "I-I'm not. I didn't- I'm sorry."

You whined as he roughly pinched your clit, his other hand moving upward to do the same to your heaving chest.

He was starting to grind his hardness against you, a tease of more to come as he murmured in your ear, "There's my good girl. Was that so hard?"

You shook your head, gasping as he finally dipped his long fingers into your cunt. You were already so sensitive, humiliatingly close in a matter of minutes.

"So gorgeous," Astarion sighed, staring straight ahead to the sole image of you, whimpering as he finger-fucked your pussy, "So needy. Can you see how wet you are pet?"

You could, you were leaking around his fingers, that needy, intense feeling getting more and more intense by the moment. It was so embarrassing seeing yourself like this, enough so that you snapped your eyes shut.

A bad idea. Astarion tutted at you, landing another sudden and hard slap to your thigh, "None of that. I told you to look. Or else."

You snapped your eyes back open, watching yourself whimper and gasp as you were played with, the harsh movement of his hand jostling your breasts. You weren't going to last much longer, not with the image of you being taken apart, the feeling of him inside you, the mean edge to your love's words.

"You're such a silly little thing, aren't you?" Astarion growled, fucking you harder and faster. You were so close, but you weren't stupid enough to come without permission. Not after what he did the last time, "Doubting me. Do you really think I don't know what's best for you? What's best for us?"

"No," You whimpered, your hips arching backward to rub harder into his erection, "You're right, I-I'm yours. C-Can I come now? Please?"

"Beg me and maybe I'll think about it," Astarion meanly laughed, relishing in the gush of slick his harshness coaxed from between your legs, "Beg and apologize. Apologize for doubting us. For doubting me."

You could barely get the words out through your own gasps, tears prickling in the corner of your eyes, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I-I didn't mean it!"

"Good girl," Astarion huskily laughed, using a clever thumb to rub over your swollen clit, "Now tell me you love me."

"I love you," You said easily, meaning every word, "I love you more than anything.

"Tell me you'll never leave me. Ever."

There was something else behind that promise. An obvious implication that your fucked-out brain was too distracted to see.

"Never," You promised, reaching back for you him. You curled your fingers into his hair. pulling his head down to press his mouth against your throat. An open invitation, "I'll always be with you."

Astarion groaned against your skin, his fangs so close to piercing, "Precious pet, how could I ever want anything else? Come darling, you've earned it."

Then he was biting you, the brief flash of pain the perfect trigger for you to fall over the edge. You came with an embarrassingly high-pitched whine, slumping back into Astarion as he drank from your throat.

You looked as much of a mess as you felt, the stickiness between your thighs glistening in the light. You watched yourself, whimpering as Astarion slipped his fingers out. Just to tap them against your lips, forcing them into your mouth to suck on.

You moaned around them, light-headed as Astarion popped off of your throat. You sighed as he licked at the wound, enjoying the brief moment of rest. You weren't naive enough to think that you were done yet. Not when Astarion was still hard, his cock pulsing against you.

"See?" Astarion huskily laughed, licking the blood off of his lips while he played with your tongue, "You're perfect. Perfect and mine."

[theonottsbxtch]

CHICAGO PT.2 | OP81

an: let's go! i'm trying to post all of these before i go to bed tonight lol but lets get ready to get some hearts broken eheh. i think there may be 3/4 parts idk just yet.

wc: 5.7k

part one

The sound of bustling in the motorhome didn’t register in Oscar’s mind as he sat at his desk, eyes glued to the telemetry data on his screen, but none of it made sense. The numbers, usually so clear and precise, now blurred together into meaningless patterns. The quiet hum of machinery that typically soothed him seemed distant, as if he were underwater, everything muted and detached. His mind wasn’t here, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t pull it back to the present.

The knock on the door was soft but insistent, pulling him out of his trance. Oscar blinked, his focus slowly drifting back to the now, but the heavy feeling in his chest remained.

“Mate, you got a minute?” Logan’s voice was casual, but the concern in his tone was unmistakable. Oscar didn’t need to look up to know that his friend was already studying him, reading the signs of whatever was weighing him down. Logan was perceptive like that, always had been.

Oscar gestured half-heartedly toward the chair across from his desk, sitting up straighter as if trying to shake off the cloud that had followed him back from Chicago. Logan didn’t say anything at first as he crossed the room, shutting the door behind him with a soft click. When he finally sat, his eyes were sharp, the silence thick between them. It wasn’t the usual easy going conversation they often shared over race stats or banter about rival teams. This was different.

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you,” Logan began, his voice steady but carrying the weight of the unspoken. “Ever since you got back from Chicago... something’s been off, Osc.”

The words hit like a slow burn, and Oscar’s defences rose instinctively. His brows furrowed as he turned back to the screen, fingers tapping at the keyboard in a weak attempt to look busy. “What do you mean, ‘off’? I’ve been handling everything.” He gestured vaguely at the data. “I haven’t fallen below fifth. We’ve hit every target these past few races.”

Logan didn’t bite, his gaze steady and unwavering. “It’s not about the numbers, mate. It’s you. You’ve been distracted. Hell, I’m not even on your team, and I can see it. Everyone can.”

Oscar shifted uncomfortably in his chair. The words stung, not because they weren’t true, but because they were hitting at something he hadn’t wanted to confront. He’d been slipping, that much was clear. The cracks in his focus, his drive, were spreading wider each day, and it had all started with her.

Logan leaned forward, his voice dropping to a softer, more concerned tone. “Look, I’m not here to have a go at you. But I’ve known you long enough to tell when something’s eating you up. You’ve been different, Oscar. It’s like part of you never came back from Chicago. You stayed there for three weeks more than necessary and none of us heard from you.”

Chicago. Her.

The mention of the city made Oscar’s stomach twist, and he could already feel the familiar tightness in his chest as thoughts of her rushed to the forefront of his mind. Her face, her voice, the way she had looked at him with those dark, knowing eyes—it was all-consuming.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Oscar muttered, his voice sharper than intended. He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling the tension there, like a coil that had been winding tighter and tighter ever since his plane touched down in England.

Logan didn’t flinch at the harsh tone. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, studying Oscar carefully. “Buddy, you need to talk about it. You’re spiralling. I’m just trying to understand what’s going on.”

There was a long pause as Oscar wrestled with himself, torn between shutting down the conversation or finally letting some of it out. He had been bottling it all up for weeks now, but maybe that’s why he felt so lost. The confusion, the obsession—it was suffocating him, and Logan, of all people, could see that.

Oscar sighed heavily, leaning back in his chair and letting his gaze drop to the floor. “I met someone in Chicago,” he finally admitted, the words coming out quieter than he’d expected. 

Logan didn’t respond immediately, waiting for Oscar to continue.

“She’s... something else,” Oscar said, his voice softening as he spoke her name. He could still picture her so vividly—the way her lips had curved into that intoxicating smile, the way she’d held him like he was the only man in the room. “She’s got this way about her, you know? It’s like... everything fades when she’s around. Nothing else matters. She’s got this kid. She’s 7.”

There was a weight in his words, a truth that hung between them. He could feel Logan watching him closely, but he couldn’t stop himself now. The floodgates had opened.

“I told her I’d leave everything for her,” Oscar admitted, his voice breaking slightly as the confession slipped out. He ran a hand through his hair, frustration and guilt warring inside him. “My job, my life here... I told her I’d walk away from it all if she asked.”

Logan’s expression shifted, surprise flickering in his eyes before he quickly composed himself. He let out a low whistle, leaning forward in his chair. “You told her that?”

Oscar nodded, feeling the heat of shame rise in his chest. Saying it out loud made it sound even more reckless than it had felt in the moment. “Yeah. I don’t know what I was thinking. It’s just... she makes me feel like that. Like I’d do anything for her.”

Logan was silent for a moment, his fingers tapping thoughtfully on the arm of the chair. When he finally spoke, his voice was calm, but firm. “Look, I get it. We’ve all met someone who makes us feel like we’re the centre of the universe. But, mate, you barely know this woman. And now you’re ready to drop everything?”

Oscar swallowed hard, the knot in his throat tightening. He didn’t have an answer, not one that made sense anyway. She had entered his life like a storm, leaving everything in disarray, and he hadn’t cared. He had let her, and wanted her to. She had stirred something in him he hadn’t even known existed, and now he couldn’t shake it.

“I don’t know what it is about her,” Oscar muttered, his voice almost pleading as if Logan could somehow make sense of it all. “She’s just... got this pull. It’s not like anything I’ve ever felt.”

Logan’s gaze didn’t waver, but his concern deepened. “It sounds like she’s got you hooked, mate. Too hooked. This kind of obsession—it’s dangerous. And you’ve been off ever since. That’s what worries me.”

Oscar felt his stomach churn. He knew Logan was right. He had been different—distant, consumed by thoughts of her, unable to focus on anything else. Even his work, which had always been his lifeline, felt like it was slipping away from him, second to her.

“I just—” Oscar sighed, slumping in his chair. “I don’t want to lose her. I don’t even know if she feels the same way, but I can’t stop thinking about her. It’s like... she’s got a part of me now, and I don’t know how to get it back.”

Logan leaned forward, placing a hand on Oscar’s shoulder. “Listen to yourself, Osc. You’ve only known her for what, a few weeks? And she’s already got you ready to throw your entire life away. Something you’ve worked for since you were four. That’s not love, mate. That’s something else.”

Oscar bit his lip, his hands clenching into fists on his lap. Deep down, he knew Logan was right. She wasn’t just a woman he had fallen for—she was a temptation, a trap that he couldn’t seem to break free from. She had woven herself into his life so seamlessly, made him feel so needed, so wanted, that he had willingly given up pieces of himself to her.

“I don’t know how to stop,” Oscar whispered, the vulnerability in his voice undeniable. “I can’t just... let her go.”

Logan’s grip tightened on his shoulder. “You don’t have to figure it out right now. But you need to get your head back in the game, Oscar. This isn’t you. Don’t let her take everything.”

The room felt heavier, the weight of Logan’s words pressing down on him. Oscar nodded slowly, though he wasn’t sure how to follow through. How could he just let go of the woman who had consumed his every thought, his every breath?

As Logan stood and walked to the door, Oscar sat still, staring at his phone, the glow of her name soft against the harsh, sterile light of the room he was in. His thumb hovered over the screen, the pulse of his indecision throbbing in his chest. Just one call—one word from her, and all the unease would dissolve like sugar in water. It would be so easy to surrender, to let her voice wash over him, to fall back into the haze of her charm where the world outside ceased to exist.

But Logan’s words lingered, seeping into the cracks of his resolve, grounding him in a way he hated. He had always been composed, controlled—a man who built his life on precision. The whirring of engines, the hum of data, the rhythm of speed—it all made sense. He lived in a world of absolutes, of things you could measure, things you could control.

But she... she was none of that. She was chaos wrapped in beauty, temptation cloaked in warmth, her presence like a drug that dulled every other sensation. She had unravelled him, bit by bit, with every glance, every touch. And now, the lines between reality and illusion blurred, leaving him lost in a maze he had no desire to escape.

What am I doing? The question rose up, unbidden, and for a moment, it startled him. He clenched his fists, the tension in his body coiling tighter, fighting against the pull she had on him. He had never felt like this before. The intensity of it scared him. He was losing himself, and he could feel it, piece by piece. He had always prided himself on keeping his emotions in check, but with her, it was different.

It was like being caught in a rip current, the deeper he was pulled, the more he surrendered. But beneath the rush of desire, there was something else, something colder—a whisper of doubt, like the first cracks in ice before it gives way.

She makes me feel alive, he told himself, over and over again, as if the words were a balm. She makes me feel important. And hadn’t he been looking for that? Searching for something, someone, to break through the monotony of his life? She had given him that, hadn’t she?

But Logan’s voice broke through again, quieter this time. Mate, you barely know her. Something’s off...

Oscar exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his hair, frustration burning under his skin. Barely know her... The truth of it stung. He barely knew her, yet he had offered her everything—his time, his thoughts, his heart, as if it were hers to take. He had let her seep into the very fabric of his life, allowing her to become more than a passing fling. But was she real? Or was she just an illusion, a carefully crafted mask she wore to lure him deeper into her world?

What if I’m just another name in a long list of men who’ve been pulled into her orbit? What if I’m nothing more than a distraction for her, the way she’s become everything to me?

His heart rebelled against the thought. The memories flooded back—the way she smiled when they were alone, the tenderness in her voice when she spoke about her daughter. He had seen vulnerability in her, glimpsed something fragile beneath the surface. That had to be real. Didn’t it?

But then there was the other side of her, the woman who seemed to know exactly how to touch him, how to draw him closer, how to make him feel like he was the centre of her universe. That part of her felt rehearsed, calculated, and yet, he’d wanted it, needed it. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had looked at him that way, made him feel seen, made him feel like more than just a cog in a machine.

She makes me feel alive, he reminded himself again, but the thought rang hollow this time, brittle like old paper, crumbling under the weight of doubt.

Logan’s words whispered again, echoing in his mind: That’s not love, mate. That’s something else.

What was it then? Lust? Obsession? Some dark need for validation that he had been too blind to see before? He didn’t want to believe that. He wanted to believe that she was different, that she was something real in a world where everything else felt like a blur of races, schedules, and deadlines. She had lit a fire in him, one that had been smouldering in the background for years, and now it was roaring out of control. But was it burning too bright, too fast?

How long can you live in the flames before they consume you?

Oscar closed his eyes, leaning back in his chair, feeling the weight of his exhaustion pressing down on him. He was tired—tired of the back-and-forth, tired of the sleepless nights where he lay awake, thinking of her, of her body against his, of the promises she never made but that he so desperately wanted her to keep.

His fingers hovered over the phone again, and the temptation surged back, stronger than before. He could call her. Just hear her voice. Just feel that rush of adrenaline, of desire, wash over him once more. It would be easy. So easy.

But then what? Another night of chasing after a ghost? Another day spent in the fog of her memory, half-present, while the rest of his life slipped through his fingers? How long could he keep living like this, torn between two worlds—the one where he was a man with responsibilities, and the one where he was drowning in her?

Logan was right. The thought was bitter, but undeniable. She wasn’t just a woman. She was a temptation. A temptation he had willingly fallen into, knowing full well he might not find his way back. She had hooked him with her beauty, her mystery, and he had followed her blindly, like a moth drawn to a flame.

But now, the flame was burning him.

I can’t keep this up, he thought, the realisation settling in like a cold weight in his chest. I can’t keep pretending that I’m in control. He wasn’t. He hadn’t been since the moment he first saw her.

He opened his eyes, staring down at the phone, the glow of her name flickering like a distant beacon. He wanted her. He wanted to lose himself in her, to feel that rush, that overwhelming intensity that only she could give him. But at what cost?

How much of yourself are you willing to lose?

He couldn’t answer that question, not yet. But the fear had taken root. And for the first time, Oscar wasn’t sure if he could pull himself out.

His finger hovered over her name one last time before he closed the screen. He set the phone down on the desk, his heart pounding, his hands trembling with the weight of the choice he hadn’t yet made.

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The heat of the paddock pressed down like a weight, thick and relentless, even in the shadows of the race garages. Oscar found it hard to breathe, the air stifling despite the constant hum of engines and chatter from the pit crews. The familiar rhythm of race day—engines roaring, mechanics fine-tuning, the distinct smell of fuel in the air—had always given him a sense of purpose. Today, it felt foreign, distant, like something he could only touch through a fog.

Oscar leaned against the doorframe of the driver’s lounge, his arms crossed over his chest, trying to focus on the task at hand. Lando sat across from him, casual and relaxed, his racing suit half unzipped and tied around his waist. There was something effortless about him—always had been. He was the kind of driver who could flick the switch on and off, the kind who could walk into a room and instantly adapt, no matter the chaos surrounding him.

“Thinking of bringing my girlfriend to one of these soon,” Lando said, his voice light, as if he’d been mulling it over quietly for a while. He didn’t look at Oscar directly as he spoke, just stared at the ground, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Oscar blinked, the words barely registering at first. He’d known Lando for two years now, but this—this was new. Girlfriend?

“What? I didn’t know you had a girlfriend,” Oscar said, his voice sharper than he intended, caught off guard by the admission.

Lando chuckled, shaking his head as though it wasn’t a big deal. “Yeah, I guess I haven’t really talked about her. We’ve been together for almost a year now, but... I dunno, it didn't feel like the right time to mention it.”

Oscar’s brows furrowed. “A year?” He leaned in, the disbelief clear in his voice. “We’ve been on the same team for two years, and you never said a word.”

Lando shrugged, his tone casual, but there was a deeper emotion beneath it—something careful, deliberate. “It’s not that I didn’t want to, mate. It’s just... well, there’s more to it.”

“What do you mean?” Oscar asked, his frustration masked as curiosity, though he could feel his chest tightening with a strange mix of envy and confusion. How had Lando managed to keep this from him for so long?

Lando hesitated for a moment, then exhaled, as if deciding to let Oscar in on something personal, something he hadn’t shared with many. “I met her last year when I was over in the States for an off-season event. We hit it off, but... she’s got a kid, you see? A little boy. I didn’t want to rush her into anything—didn’t want to throw her into this circus, you know? Not with a kid in the mix.”

Oscar’s heart stuttered at the mention of the child, a sharp stab of familiarity hitting him square in the gut. The room felt like it was closing in, the air thick with too many connections he wasn’t ready to make. He swallowed hard, trying to keep his composure as Lando’s words sank in.

“I didn’t know,” Oscar muttered, his voice strained. “You’ve... you’ve never said anything.”

“I know,” Lando admitted, his voice softening. “I just didn’t want to make it a thing, you know? She’s great, but I didn’t want to put pressure on her with all this racing stuff. She’s already got enough on her plate being a mum, and I’ve been taking it slow, giving her space.”

Oscar sat there, staring at Lando, the room suddenly feeling too small, too stifling. The air seemed to thicken as Lando talked about his girlfriend— a woman he had met in America. A woman with a child. Seven years old.

The details felt like icy drops hitting the back of Oscar’s neck, one by one, sending shivers through him. It wasn’t just the facts aligning—it was something in the way Lando spoke, with that unguarded fondness, that struck a nerve. A year. A whole year.

“You say she’s got a kid?” Oscar repeated slowly, his voice barely masking the tremor that ran through it.

“Yeah, a little boy. He’s seven,” Lando continued, oblivious to Oscar’s growing unease. “I didn’t want to overwhelm her with the race scene too soon. It’s why I’ve kept it quiet.”

Oscar felt his stomach lurch as he tried to keep his composure, but his mind raced. A woman from America. A child. Seven years old. Her daughter was seven. Lea. Smart as a whip, she’d said, with that practised softness in her eyes, just like Lando described now with Olivia. His heart pounded in his chest, an eerie chill spreading through him.

He leaned back slightly, the world around him warping as Lando continued to talk, but Oscar barely heard the words anymore. His pulse thudded in his ears, thoughts colliding in a chaotic swirl. Could it be her? Could it really be the girl he fell for? No, that would be impossible. She was here, in his head, tangled up in his life. She had been real with him—or had she?

“We met in Chicago, actually,” Lando said, oblivious to Oscar’s unravelling thoughts. “At this Mclaren event. She wasn’t like anyone else. Just this—this energy, you know? And we hit it off right away. Kept things low-key because of her son, didn’t want to rush anything. But it’s been almost a year now, and I’m thinking it’s time.”

Oscar’s heart stopped for a moment. Chicago. He had met her in Chicago, too. Energy? Oh, she had that, alright. Enough to draw you in, wrap you up in her world, and leave you wanting more. The coincidences began to pile up, thick and heavy, until they felt like more than coincidences. He remembered the way she had smiled at him, that first night, like a predator sizing up prey. She’d told him about her daughter, her struggles, and he had believed it—every word.

No. It couldn’t be the same person. It couldn’t be her.

His throat tightened as he struggled to keep his face neutral, to not give away the storm raging inside him. “A whole year, huh?” Oscar asked, his voice strained.

Lando nodded, smiling with a warmth that twisted Oscar’s insides. “Yeah, mate. She’s amazing. I was scared to mention bringing her into this,” he gestured vaguely around the lounge, “you know how it can get, but I think she’s ready now. I’ve been careful, for her son’s sake. It’s important, you know? She’s... she’s been through a lot.”

Oscar swallowed hard. Been through a lot. The words echoed painfully. She had said the same thing about raising her daughter. Was it all a lie? His thoughts flashed back to the way she had let him in, made him feel like he was saving her from something. But now, it was all blurring—had any of it been real?

His hands shook, and he clenched them into fists, his mind racing as Lando’s story continued to spill out. Chicago. America. A year. A son. Not a daughter.

His mind latched onto that detail. A son. Lando said she had a son. She had told him she had a daughter. Lea, seven years old, smart as a whip. He could hear her voice in his head, could see the way her eyes softened when she spoke of her. Oscar gripped that fragment of information like a lifeline, reassuring himself that it couldn’t be her. It couldn’t be her.

It didn’t add up. It’s not her, he told himself. It can’t be.

But doubt gnawed at the edges of his thoughts, relentless, seeping in like a slow poison. How well did he really know her? How many other things had she kept hidden behind that magnetic smile? He had never met her daughter—everything she had told him had been words, stories spun with precision, stories that had seduced him, trapped him. Stories that had hooked him.

“You alright?” Lando’s voice cut through the fog of Oscar’s spiralling thoughts.

Oscar blinked, realising he had been silent too long. His breath came out ragged, and he forced a quick smile. “Yeah, I’m good. Just... tired, I guess. It’s been a long few weeks.”

Lando gave him a curious look but didn’t push. “I get it. Races can do that to you.”

Oscar nodded absently, but his mind was elsewhere, teetering on the edge of a terrible realisation. What if it was her? What if she had been playing him and Lando both? The weight of that possibility pressed down on him, threatening to suffocate him. But even as the thoughts churned, he shook them off.

No. He refused to believe it. She had been real with him—he was sure of it. There had been something between them, something more than just lies. Hadn’t there?

And yet...

Lando was still talking, his voice now distant, almost as though he were speaking from another room. Oscar barely heard him. He couldn’t shake the sinking feeling, the creeping suspicion that gnawed at him. The pieces were too close, too similar. America. A child. A year. Chicago. A Mclaren event. All of it aligned in ways that made his skin crawl.

But no, he couldn’t let himself believe it. He wouldn’t believe it. She had been everything to him, had stirred something in him he hadn’t felt in years. That couldn’t just be a lie. He knew her—or at least, he thought he did.

He forced another smile, this one tighter, more forced. “I’m glad things are working out for you, man. Sounds like you’ve got a good thing going.”

Lando grinned, oblivious to Oscar’s internal struggle. “Yeah, I think so. I’m hoping to bring her to the next race—introduce her to everyone. You’ll love her. She’s got a way of making everyone feel like they’ve known her forever.”

Oscar’s heart clenched. Yeah, I bet she does, he thought, a bitter edge creeping into his mind. He could feel the walls closing in on him, the pressure building. He had to get out of there, had to breathe, had to escape this sudden storm of doubt.

“I’m sure she’s great,” Oscar said, standing up, trying to keep his voice steady. “Listen, I’ve gotta go check on something in the garage. I’ll catch you later?”

Lando nodded, giving Oscar a friendly wave as he walked out. “Yeah, man. See you around.”

As soon as Oscar was out of the room, he exhaled a long, shaky breath, leaning against the wall for support. His hands trembled as he pulled out his phone, scrolling through the messages from her—ones filled with sweet promises, moments of intimacy, late-night confessions that now felt tainted.

Could she really be the same woman?

The thought consumed him, dark and insidious, but he crushed it before it could take root. No. It’s not her. He refused to believe it. He needed to believe that what he had with her was real. Whatever Lando was talking about—it wasn’t her. It couldn’t be.

But as he stood there, the buzzing world of this week’s Grand Prix rushing around him, Oscar couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling that maybe, just maybe, he had been played.

And that thought—however fleeting—was enough to leave him feeling hollow.

Later that day Oscar sat in his driver’s room, the low hum of activity outside his door a distant murmur compared to the storm inside his head. Lando’s words still echoed, spinning around his mind like a relentless reel, the puzzle pieces so close yet too painful to piece together.

He stared down at his phone, thumb hovering over the message thread with her. He hadn’t spoken to her since he left Chicago, their relationship left hanging in the space between his job and the mess inside his head. Maybe it wasn’t her. Maybe Lando’s girlfriend, with her son and the whole year-long relationship, was someone entirely different. But the doubts had wormed their way deep, and he needed to hear her voice, needed her to soothe him, to say something that would erase the gnawing suspicion.

Before he could overthink it, he typed a message.

Oscar: Hey. Can we talk? I miss your voice.

He hit send, the message blurring on the screen as anxiety gripped him. He had barely taken a breath before the reply came through.

Her: I was just thinking about you, babe. Call me?

Without a second thought, he dialled her number, and the familiar ring seemed to both soothe and heighten his nerves at once. Then, she answered.

“Oscar,” her voice came through the phone, soft and inviting, that same melodic lilt that had hooked him from the beginning. “It’s so good to hear from you.”

Just hearing her say his name unravelled some of the tension in his chest. He sank back against the bed, running a hand through his hair, a small, tired smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah, it’s good to hear your voice too. It’s been... a long couple of weeks.”

“Mm, I know,” she purred. “You sound tired. You’ve been working too hard.”

“Maybe,” he murmured, already feeling himself soften in her presence, even through the phone. God, she knew just how to make everything disappear. “It’s just... been crazy. Everything feels off lately.”

There was a brief pause on the other end before her voice dropped into that sweet, knowing tone, the one that always made him feel like she understood him in ways no one else did. “You’re carrying too much weight, Oscar. You always do. You need to let go. You’re doing everything you can, and more. But you can’t lose yourself to it, baby. You’re too important to let this job eat you alive.”

Her words felt like a warm balm over his frayed nerves, the weight of her attention drowning out the noise of everything else. “You always know what to say.”

“Of course I do,” she replied, her voice like honey, dripping with affection. “I know you, Oscar. Better than you think.”

That line caught him, a pang of guilt tugging at him. Did she really know him? Or was this just part of her game? The doubts flickered back to life, faint embers smouldering beneath the surface. “Yeah...”

But before the doubt could deepen, she cut in, her voice a low, sultry hum. “Tell me what’s on your mind. I miss that too, you know—hearing you talk. The way you think out loud when you’re frustrated. I miss all of it.”

His heart ached at that, and he could feel himself slipping again, the uncertainty clouding over. She made him feel seen, wanted, and even in the quiet moments of their conversations, she filled every gap, leaving him no room for doubt. “I don’t know,” he said, almost reluctantly. “Just been thinking about a lot of things. Lando was talking about his girlfriend today, and it just got me... I don’t know... thinking.”

Her voice remained smooth, steady, unbothered. “About what?”

“About us. About where this is going.”

There was a beat of silence, then her laugh—light, easy, intoxicating. “Oscar, baby. Why are you worrying about us? You know I’ve always got you, right?”

His chest tightened, but not in the same way it had earlier. Now it was different—like he needed her, like without her, the world wouldn’t make sense. “I know. I just... I miss you. It’s hard being so far away.”

“I miss you too,” she whispered, her voice sending a shiver down his spine. “I think about you all the time. I wish I could be there with you. You know, sometimes I imagine you dropping everything and just coming back to me. Forget the job. Forget the stress. You and me... we could make it work. You ever think about that?”

Oscar laughed softly, but there was a hollow edge to it. “Yeah, I’ve thought about it. Hell, I’ve even joked about leaving my job for you.”

“And why shouldn’t you?” she teased, her voice wrapping around him like silk. “You don’t need that life to be happy, Oscar. You need something real. Something... deep. And I can give that to you.”

Her words sank into him, erasing every nagging thought that had been lingering. Every little doubt Lando’s conversation had planted in his mind vanished in the warmth of her voice. He imagined it—walking away from all of it, from the pressure, from the constant grind. He could be with her, the woman who made him feel alive in ways nothing else could.

He closed his eyes, her words echoing in his mind. “You’re right,” he murmured, the walls between them crumbling. “You always know how to make everything better.”

“Good,” she said, her voice softening into something almost tender. “I like knowing you trust me. I’ll always be here for you, Oscar.”

He smiled, feeling the last of the tension slip away, the weight lifting from his shoulders. She was his anchor, his constant in the chaos. What had he been doubting? Of course it wasn’t her. He had been letting paranoia get the better of him.

“I wish you were here now,” he said quietly, his voice filled with a longing he couldn’t hide.

“I wish I was too,” she replied, her voice low, almost a whisper. “But I’ve got to go, I’ve got to pack.”

Oscar frowned slightly. “Pack? Where are you going?”

“A work trip,” she said, as if it were the most casual thing in the world. “I’ll be gone a few days. Nothing major. Just some business to take care of.”

His heart sank slightly, but he tried to hide it. “Where to?”

“New York, for a few meetings. I’ll miss you, though.”

The way she said it made him forget every other detail. Forget New York. Forget the meetings. It didn’t matter. She’d be back, and she’d be his again. “I’ll miss you too.”

“I know you will,” she said, a smile in her voice. “I’ll call you when I get back, okay?”

“Yeah,” Oscar replied, already aching for that next call. “Okay. Be safe.”

“I always am, baby,” she said, her voice soft and sultry once more. “Take care of yourself, alright? And don’t let that job pull you under.”

“I won’t.”

And with that, she hung up, leaving Oscar alone in his room again, but this time, he felt lighter. She had wiped away all the doubts, reassured him in a way only she could. Whatever worries Lando’s words had sparked—they were gone now.

She was his. She wasn’t playing him. She couldn’t be.

And as he lay back on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, Oscar allowed himself to fall back into her web, his mind blissfully quiet, for now.

part three

tag list: @iimplicitt @hearts4acemyluv @a-beaverhausen

[b1tchyboyxd]

★Barista reader x Yandere stalker

This shit contains : Smut, Dead Dove, Non-con, Stalking, Dacryphilia And other things...

Requested by: ⚰️ Annon

(Sorry for the delay, I was having writer's block and rewrote Esso about 7 times lol. But I liked how it turned out and I hope you do too, xoxo ;3)

-Kenji locks eyes with the barista, a sinister smile on his face. "You didn't think I walked you home just out of the kindness of my heart, did you?"

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The sun shined its warm rays upon the quaint little storefront of "The Daily Grind," a modest coffee shop tucked away in the middle of the bustling city.

The bell chimed as the door opened, and Kenji Ichinose, a tall and lean young man with long black hair and piercing Grey eyes, slipped inside.

He stood just behind the line, scanning the bustling atmosphere with a smile on his face. There was Someone he was looking for, the man was working diligently behind the counter, his slender fingers deftly crafting a latte.

Kenji's eyes were glued to the way his hands moved, the way his muscles flexed as he squeezed the steam from the milk.

He let out a soft sigh, his heart racing in his chest. He knew he had to have him.

Kenji stood silently in line, his eyes fixated on the barista behind the counter.

He watched intently as the man’s nimble fingers worked the coffee machine, crafting the perfect cup of espresso.

Kenji’s heart raced as he took in the sight of his slender frame and the way his muscles flexed as he moved. The line moved forward, and Kenji took a step closer to the counter.

His eyes never left the man behind it, and he couldn’t help but smile to himself. He had to have him. The barista’s eyes met Kenji’s for a moment, and their gazes locked.

"Hi Kenji." The man gave him a warm smile.

Kenji felt butterflies flutter in his stomach as the barista greeted him by name.

"Hey." he responded with a casual tone, trying to act coy. "Busy day, huh?"

"Yeah, it's been nonstop since this morning." the barista replied, still busy working on the espresso.

He took a moment to glance up at Kenji, his eyes catching his gaze. Kenji couldn’t help but feel a sudden pang of possessiveness. He wanted him all to himself.

"I don't know how you do it." Kenji replied, leaning on the counter a bit. He couldn't keep his eyes off the barista.

The barista chuckled "It's just another day in the coffee world."Kenji watched as the barista poured the espresso into a cup and added a splash of steamed milk.

The way he moved was so smooth and confident, it made Kenji's heartbeat faster.

"You make it look so easy." Kenji said, a hint of awe in his voice. He watched as the barista added a sprinkle of cocoa powder to the top of the coffee. It looked perfect.

Kenji's hands longed to reach out and touch him, to feel his skin.

"Years of practice." the man replied with a smile, sliding the cup over to Kenji.

"There you go, your usual espresso."

Kenji took the cup, letting his fingers brush against the barista’s lightly. It was brief, but the touch sent sparks through his body. He brought the cup to his lips and took a sip, the rich flavor of the espresso filling his mouth.

"Thanks." he said, his voice coming out softer than he intended. He couldn’t take his eyes off the barista.

The barista smiled at him, noticing the slight change in his tone.

"You’re welcome." Kenji took another sip, trying to hide his feelings for the man in front of him. It was hard when all he wanted to do was grab him and never let go.

He couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to have the barista all to himself. To have his undivided attention and affection.

Kenji took a seat at a table near the counter, sipping his espresso as he watched the barista work.

He couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy every time another customer came up to the counter and spoke to the barista.

Kenji watched as the barista smiled at the other customers, making casual conversation. He could feel his heart clenching with each word he said to someone else.

He wanted desperately to be the only one the barista talked to, to be the only one who had his attention. He sipped his espresso, trying to act nonchalant, but inside he was bristling with possessiveness.

The barista continued to work, moving around the counter with agility and grace. His slender fingers twisted the lid off of a new milk carton, and Kenji couldn’t help but watch every little movement he made. Kenji’s mind was swirling with thoughts of how he could get the barista to himself. He knew it would be risky, but he was desperate.

Every time the barista looked up and their eyes met, it sent a shiver down Kenji’s spine.

It was as if the barista was aware of his intense gaze, and he would give him a small smile each time. Kenji couldn’t shake the feeling that the barista was taunting him, testing his patience.

It made him even more determined to make him his.

The afternoon crowd grew, and the coffee shop became more crowded.

Kenji watched from his table as people came and went, each one taking up the barista’s attention. He clenched his jaw, feeling a pang of jealousy each time the barista smiled or joked with a new customer.

He couldn’t bear the sight of him engaging with others.

As the day wore on, Kenji grew more and more frustrated. He finished his espresso and stared down at the empty cup, contemplating his next move.

He wanted the barista, and he wasn’t going to stand by and watch him flirt with every customer that walked through the door. It was time to take action.

As the sun began to set and the coffee shop started to empty out, Kenji saw his chance. The barista was wiping down the counter, cleaning up the remnants of the day.

Kenji got up from his table and walked up to the counter, his heart racing in his chest. He had no idea what he was going to say, but he knew he had to make his move now.

"Hey." Kenji said, trying to sound casual as he leaned on the counter. The barista looked up at him, a small smile on his face.

"Hey there. I see you're still here." the barista said, resuming his cleaning.

"Yeah, I guess I lost track of time." Kenji lied, watching the barista’s every move. He couldn’t help but notice the way the barista’s muscles flexed as he moved his arms, the way his shirt hugged his chest. He longed to touch him, to feel his skin.

The barista chuckled.

"It happens. Time tends to slip away when you’re lost in thought." Kenji nodded, his eyes fixated on the barista’s lips.

He realized how close they were standing, and suddenly his heart was racing even faster.

He was so close he could count every freckle on the barista’s face. He wondered if they tasted as sweet as he imagined.

He fought the overwhelming urge to lean over the counter and find out. Kenji felt his hands shaking as he tried to find the right words to say.

Kenji glanced outside and saw that the sun had set, casting a warm glow over the city streets. He turned back to the barista, who was still cleaning up.

"It’s getting late." he said. "Isn’t your shift almost over?"

The barista looked up at him, a weary smile on his face. "Yeah, I guess it is. But I still have some closing duties to take care of."

"I can stick around and help you." Kenji offered, trying to hide his ulterior motives. He was looking for any excuse to spend more time alone with the barista.

The barista looked surprised, but grateful. "Are you sure? You don’t have to do that."

"I don’t mind." Kenji insisted, walking over to the other side of the counter. He began to help the barista with the closing tasks, wiping down tables and organizing the pastry display.

As they worked, the barista let out a yawn, signaling his exhaustion. Kenji noticed this and couldn’t help but smile to himself. Perfect.

"You seem tired." he said, feigning concern.

The barista nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, it’s been a long day. I’m ready to go home and pass out on the couch.

"Why don’t I drive you home?" Kenji suggested, trying to sound casual. He already had a plan formulating in his mind, a sinister idea that made his heart race with excitement.

The barista looked at him appreciatively. "It is not necessary, I don’t want to inconvenience you."

"It’s no trouble at all." Kenji insisted, gesturing towards the door. "Come on, let me drive you home." He wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass him by.

“Please.” he said, his voice low and persuasive.

“Let me walk you home. I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if something happened to you on the way.” Your resistance faded at his words, your exhaustion winning out over your sense of politeness.

You sighed, your shoulders slumped in defeat.

“Alright.” you said, a note of resignation in your voice. “If you’re really sure it’s no trouble…”

A wave of exhilaration washed over him.He had done it. Kenji's smile turned into a smirk as he casually slipped his arm around you, guiding you out of the now-dark cafe.

The barista felt a shiver go down his spine as Kenji’s arm slipped around his shoulder, but he was too tired to protest. Kenji guided him out of the café, his arm firm around his shoulder. The night air was cool on his face, and the street lamps cast a soft glow over the sidewalk.

He could feel Kenji’s body pressed up against his, the warmth from his touch spreading through him. The barista realized how close together they were walking, and how easy it would be for Kenji to pull him aside into a dark alley. He pushed the thought out of his mind, trying to focus on the rhythm of their footsteps on the pavement.

Despite his exhaustion, the barista couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. There was an underlying tension in Kenji’s touch, a possessiveness that made him uneasy. As they walked, Kenji kept his arm wrapped firmly around the barista’s shoulder, his fingers digging in slightly. The barista tried to brush it off, telling himself he was imagining things.

They walked in silence for a few more minutes, the only sound coming from the occasional car that passed them on the street. The barista kept stealing glances at Kenji, trying to decipher his expression in the dim light. But his face was unreadable, a carefully crafted mask that revealed nothing.

A sense of unease began to settle in the pit of the barista’s stomach. The darkness of the street, Kenji’s grip on his shoulder, the lack of people around… it all began to feel strange. He tried to shake off the feeling, telling himself that he was just tired and paranoid.

Kenji could feel the barista’s discomfort growing, but he didn’t care. He was enjoying the control he had over him, the way he could steer him where he wanted without him even noticing.

"My house is right there." The barista says after they walk for a few more minutes stopping near a small house on a dark street.

Kenji nods, his grip on the barista's shoulder growing tighter. "Alright, we're here then." He glances at the house, taking in the dark surroundings. Perfect. No one would see what he had planned.

"Do you want to come in for a bit? I can make us some tea." The barista says as they walk to the door.

Kenji’s heart races at the invitation, but he keeps his cool. "Sure, that would be nice." he says, trying to sound casual. He follows the barista into the house, his mind already scheming.

The barista turns on the lights, illuminating the living room. It’s a small space, but cozy and homely.

"Please, have a seat." the barista says, gesturing to the couch. "I’ll go make the tea."

Kenji sits down on the couch, letting his eyes wander around the room. He notices the lack of security measures - no cameras, no alarms, no dogs. This would be so much easier than he thought.

The barista disappears into the kitchen, the sound of water running and pots clattering coming from the other room. Kenji leans back against the couch, his mind spinning with dark thoughts. It's all coming together.

After a few minutes, the barista emerges from the kitchen with two steaming mugs of tea. He hands one to Kenji and takes a seat in an armchair across from the couch.

"There you go." he says, taking a sip from his own mug. "I hope you like it."

Kenji takes the mug, pretending to take a sip. He had no intention of drinking it. He keeps his gaze fixed on the barista, studying his every move. He looks so relaxed, so unaware. This is going to be almost too easy.

The barista takes another sip of tea, relaxing back against the armchair. "It's been a long day, hasn't it?" he says, letting out a sigh. "I can't wait to get some sleep."

Kenji nods in agreement, keeping up the facade of normalcy. "Yeah, it was definitely a busy one."

he replies, setting his mug down on the coffee table. He can't help but notice how tired the barista looks, how his eyelids are drooping slightly.

The barista yawns, rubbing his eyes with the palm of his hand. "I think I'm going to head to bed soon. I'm absolutely exhausted."

He gets up from the armchair, setting his empty mug on the table. "Thanks for walking me home, by the way. I appreciate it."

"It was no trouble." Kenji says, standing up as well. The moment he’d been waiting for. He steps forward, closing the distance between them. The barista looks up at him, a flicker of confusion in his eyes.

"Wha-" the barista begins, but Kenji cuts him off by wrapping his arm around his waist, pulling him close in one swift movement.

The barista lets out a gasp of surprise, his body tensing against Kenji's grip. "W-what are you doing?" he stutters, his heart rate suddenly skyrocketing.

Kenji locks eyes with the barista, a sinister smile on his face. "You didn't think I walked you home just out of the kindness of my heart, did you?"

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(I'm too lazy to do the rest so tomorrow or the day after I'll post part two :P)

[orions-choker]

PART TWO OF ANIMALS PLEASE

Animals PT.2 (James x Reader Smut)

Warnings: Oral(Female Receiving), Praise Kink, Werewolf! James

Word Count: 2,175

(Silly little part 2 to the Werewolf! James fluff I wrote, I never intended to make a part 2 but this was cute so I couldn't help it. This can be read standalone if you're just here for some smut lol)

Y/N awoke to the rhythmic tapping of James’s tail hitting the bed. Her eyes cracking open slowly she realized the afternoon had passed during her nap, the room bathed in darkness aside from the sliver of slight peering in from the hallway. She blinked, her eyes struggling to adjust to the darkness. 

There was a subtle glow of eyes beside her, she turned her head with a small smile. It was one of the few unsettling things about James she had grown accustomed to. His reflective eyes were a trait he shared between wolf and man. It was almost comforting now. “Hey, how long have I been out?” She yawned. 

The sheets shifted beneath her as she slowly sat up, her hand coming to rest on his head, ruffling the mop of long blonde hair. “Couple hours, would have let you keep sleeping but m’hungry.” James sighed into her touch. He stood up alongside her, trailing behind her as she shuffled into the dimly lit kitchen. 

“Don’t give me that, you know how to cook.” She teased him with a smile. He certainly wasn’t useless, he just liked being doted on. Y/N was more than willing to do that for him. Leaning up she rummaged around the cupboards pulling down ingredients. The action had her standing on her tiptoes, the fabric of her shirt rose slightly revealing her smooth skin. 

James’s mouth went dry, he pressed himself to her back. One arm came to wrap around her waist to steady her, the other reaching up and grabbing what she needed with ease. His height was certainly useful, especially when she smiled at him like that. Bright and beaming like a star. “Thanks James-y.” Her voice dripped like sweet honey. 

He nodded at her, reluctant to release his hold on her as she mulled about the kitchen. “I just like it when you cook for me, it tastes better.” He mumbled. Leaning against the counter he watched her with steady eyes. She was cooking mexican, his favorite. She always knew exactly what he wanted. 

There was a small clatter of pots and pans as she busied herself. She shot him a playful glare from over her shoulder. “Or you’re just lazy.” She chuckled. The air was filled with a pleasant aroma of spices as she worked. “I could feed you dog food and you would be happy as long as you didn’t have to do it.” 

James’s laughter bellowed across the house. “Yeah, you got me there Y/N.” His grin was lopsided as he approached her from behind once more. It seemed blissfully domestic watching her cook from him, just the two of them together laughing and sharing smiles no one else would ever see. He wanted her, it was painfully obvious how much he wanted her. 

A squeak of surprise left Y/N’s lips as James' heavy head came to rest on her shoulder, his arms encircling her waist once more. “Careful James, the pan’s hot.” She warned him, relaxing in his hold. He was incredibly touchy, she had grown accustomed to him sticking to her like glue. There was something softer, more tender in his touch this time, the way his nose pressed against her neck. It had her craning her neck slightly to look at him. 

He returned her gaze, something heavy in the way he peered into her with his bright blue eyes. His usual grin wiped from his face as he leaned forward. Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat at the intense proximity. “James, are you feeling okay?” She asked softly, placing her spatula down as she turned in his hold. 

Suddenly her back was pressed to the counter, caged in by James’s looming form. His big wolf ears were pressed flat against his head. She was reminded very quickly that James was still a predator, and she certainly felt like prey at the moment. “Can I kiss you?” The question came out a low grumble, catching her by surprise. 

She recognized the hunger in his eyes now, the glint of his sharp teeth as his tongue swiped across his lips. Her heart hammered against her rib cage, threatening to burst free at any moment. Of course she had thought about this plenty. 

Having a tall, gorgeous man residing in your house would do that to anyone. It didn’t help that he attached himself to her, body melded to her own at every possible point. The way he would press himself against her hand as she played with his soft blonde hair. Yeah she wanted to kiss him. 

The confirmation came from her in the form of a slow nod. Any words she wanted to say died in her throat as James leaned forward to devour her. His lips were slightly chapped against her own, but warm and soft. Despite the ferocity of the kiss he was gentle with her. The weight of his large hand came to rest on her hips as he pressed her further into the counter. 

Y/N returned the kiss eagerly. Her hands entangled themselves in his hair at the base of his ears. A soft gasp being forced from her throat as his teeth nipped against her bottom lip. Taking the opportunity of her mouth parting, James shoved his tongue against hers. The groan that followed rippled up from his chest. 

“What’s this about James?” Y/N mumbled against his lips, pulling back gently despite his protesting growls. There was concern swimming in the way she looked at him, her hands rubbing at his head soothingly. She certainly wouldn’t complain but it seemed as if the want had come out of nowhere. 

James was impatient as he kissed her again, his lips moving across the bottom of her jaw. His teeth grazed across the smooth skin. “I love you.” He whispered against her, barely audible. Her hands stilled their movements against him and he whined desperately. “I love you,” He repeated again, leaving sloppy wet kisses against her neck. “I know you love me too, I can smell it on you.” 

The room was spinning at the sudden confession. James’s neck buried in her neck as he lifted her legs around his waist. He loved her, yeah that made sense. She loved him too, when that had happened? She wasn't sure but she did. It felt right, natural, like it was the most obvious thing in the world that didn’t need to be said. Of course she loved him. 

Allowing herself to be picked up and placed on the kitchen counter, Y/N smiled down at him dumbly. “Yeah I love you James.” She sighed, reveling in the way his face lit up. Her thumb rubbed across his cheek fondly. “Silly boy, I have to finish cooking though.” She chastised him lightly. 

“I have something else I’d rather eat.” He grinned at her from where he stood between her legs. His fingertips dug into the flesh of her thighs through her jeans. There was a smugness on his face as he watched her eyes widen in surprise. The boldness of the statement caught her off guard. 

Y/N swallowed heavily, leaning over to the side to turn the dial on her stove burned off before they burnt down the house. “N-not here James.” She stuttered out, gently trying to push his head back as he leaned down, pressing kisses to her hips. 

He was relentless, his fingers coming to work open the button of her jeans. “Why not Y/N? This is where we eat is it not?” He teased her playfully. He dropped to his knees, yanking her forward slightly on the counter so he was at eye level with her hips. Her legs dangled off the counter, the tips of her toes not quite reaching the counter. She looked down at him in surprise, resting her hands on his shoulders to steady herself. “I’m just trying to be a good boy for you.” He looked up at her with a sweet smile. 

The cold air of the kitchen hit her thighs as the man between her legs tugged her pants off. How could she possibly find the words to argue with that. The way he looked between her thighs was criminal. The cheeky grin on his face and the way his eyebrows wiggled had her shoulders slumping in resignation. “You are my good boy.” She assured him, carding her fingers through his hair once more. 

James keened at the praise, she could see his tail wagging in a blur as his movements became more frantic. She hissed as her bare ass hit the cold of the kitchen counter, her pants and underwear being torn from her body. “Yeah? How good am I?” He whined out. His lips latched themselves to her inner thighs. 

The sudden proximity of James near her pussy had her squeaking, her nails digging into his scalp as he moved closer and closer. “Fuck James, so good, you're so good to me.” Her body doubled over, cradling his head in her hands as his lips finally made contact with her pussy. 

His tongue was warm and wet against her folds, nose pressed against her clit. “Just want to be good for you,” He sighed against her. His arms curled underneath her thighs, hand pressed against the flesh as he spread her out further. 

Y/N was teetering dangerously close to the edge of the counter, the only thing keeping her in place was his grip on her. Her mouth parted in an endless stream of moans. They echoed through the empty house, her own voice causing her to blush. 

The intrusion of his tongue at her entrance had her mewling. Her legs strained to snap closed around his head but she was held open on display. A mixture of saliva and her own release dripped onto the counter. “James holy, fuck please dont stop.” 

The words only served to spur him on further. He curled his tongue inside her, his hand moving around to her front to thumb at her clit gently. She could feel him smile against her, as her legs began to tremble violently. Her head tossed back, knocking against the wall lightly as a pressure began to build in her stomach. It wound around her insides like a tight coil threatening to break. She had never experienced such blinding hot pleasure before. 

“Come on, come on my tongue Y/N.” James growled out, leaning back to nip at her thighs gently. The flash of pain caused her to yelp only for it to be soothed once more by the incessant circling of her clit. The pressure built up, like a damn struggling to hold. She felt the coil snap, a wave coursing through her body with a scream. Her hands went limp in his hair as her orgasm ripped through her violently. 

Beneath her she could hear a pleased groan as her release coated James tongue. Y/N watched with wide eyes as he stood up once more, a lopsided grin on his face. His lips and chin glistened prettily in the overhead lighting of the kitchen. “Jesus Christ James.” Y/N gasped out, leaning into his arms as he gently picked her up. “Where did that come from?” The way her voice quivered had her sounding like she had just completed a marathon. Her head came to rest in the crook of his neck as he carried her to the couch. 

James chuckled lowly as he sat them down. “I told you I was hungry.” As he tugged her into his lap, her legs shifted leaving her straddling his hips comfortably. “Speaking of being hungry, any chance we can finish cooking?” He asked, head lolling to the side as Y/N pressed soft kisses to his cheek. 

“You expect me to stand again after that?” She scoffed, leaning back to glare at him. She couldn’t help the playful smile that took residence on her lips, she couldn’t even be fake upset with him. “If you actually wanted dinner Jamesy you should have kept it in your pants, do I have to train you to control yourself?” 

There was a displeased whine from the man beneath her, his fingers digging into the hips. His legs bounced impatiently. “C’mon Y/N,” There was a rough raspiness to his voice despite the neediness of his words. “I’ll hold you up so you don’t fall.” He reasoned with her. He was already lifting her to her feet once more. 

Y/N’s legs shook beneath her weight, but the presence of James’s large hands held her steady. She groaned and shook her head, stumbling back into the kitchen. As she relented to his request she couldn’t help but preen at the pleased reaction she provoked from him with her words. The way his fingers tapped against her skin excitedly, the groan that got caught in his throat as he nuzzled into the back of her head. “Fine, only because you’ve been such a good boy for me.” 

[oldiesstationlover11607]

I TOTALLY FORGOT TO SEND THIS!!!!

Break The Cycle Pt.3?? O-O

~ Nessie

Break the Cycle Part 3 - Clancy x Reader

PART 1 + PART 2

Relationship: Tyler Joseph/Clancy x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Violence, anything related to Dema or the Trench story that's generally triggering.

Word Count: 2468

A/N: Hey!! This is the last part I'll write for this bc I don't really know where else to take the story lol but stay tuned for a lot more lore stuff bc I'm going to continue my Daughter series!!

In the days following my surrender to Clancy, we spent many late nights staring at the peak of our tent, talking. There was so much to say and so little time to say it. It seemed like he had moved on from the city, so quick to forget our lives—but I wasn’t like that. After another long day wandering through Trench and gathering supplies, we retreated back to our tent, nesting down like a pair of birds. I lay myself next to him, rolling into his side and resting my head on his chest. I missed being like this with him. I missed laying in his embrace.

“Are you okay?” he asked, running a hand through my hair.

I let out a loud sigh before speaking, “I thought you were dead, Ty–Clancy. I genuinely thought you were dead and I was going to have to return to Dema and tell Keons I’d failed.” My voice cracked under the pressure of everything I’d been holding in, and I buried my face in my hands. Tyler, or Clancy as he attempted to insist, sat beside me in silence, letting me get it all out.

“You didn’t fail, Artemis,” he whispered after a long moment, his voice barely louder than the wind that rustled the tent fabric. “You didn’t fail because you found me. And now, you’re here. You’re safe.”

“I don’t even know what ‘here’ is anymore,” I mumbled, glancing around the dim tent, the yellow glow of the campfire outside casting flickering shadows on the walls. “I feel like I’m losing my mind, Ty–Clancy. You say Dema isn’t real, that Keons is a traitor—but how do I know that’s true? How do I know I’m not going insane?” My voice cracked at the end, the desperation seeping through.

He sighed, lowering his head. “I didn’t want to accept it either at first, if that helps. I fought it, I fought the Banditos and I fought Josh. I tried to go back to Dema. But once you see it, once you really see the truth… there’s no going back. You’re not insane.” His hand reached for mine again, the touch softer this time, more hesitant. “That’s why I left.”

I pulled my hand away, the movement sharper than I intended. “You left without telling me! You just… disappeared. You think I’d ever be okay with that? With you walking out of my life without a word?”

Clancy flinched but didn’t respond immediately. His face softened. “What’s bothering you, Artemis?” 

“What?” I asked, sitting up in offense. I could see the sincerity in his eyes, but my heart felt heavy. 

“Something else is bothering you,” he continued gently, reading the conflict in my expression. “You haven’t been this upset since you first came back. What’s bothering you?”

I opened my mouth, but the words caught in my throat. Instead, I turned my gaze to the darkened space beyond our tent, the ghostly outlines of the trees against the starlit sky. “It’s… I don’t know, Clancy. I just feel so far from everything I once knew. I miss home.”

He shifted slightly, concern etched across his features. “Home? Dema?”

I shook my head vehemently. “No, not Dema. Home. My family. I miss the little things: the smell of my mom’s cooking, the way the sun hits the kitchen window in the morning. I miss my sister’s laughter, the sound of my dad’s old records playing in the background. It feels like I’ve been gone forever, and every day here just reminds me of everything I’ve lost.” 

Clancy’s silence pressed heavily between us, thick with unsaid words. Then I felt it—a sudden, unsettling pang in my heart, a reminder of something else that had slipped my mind until now.

“Clancy…” I started, my voice trembling. “What day is it today?”

He hesitated, confusion furrowing his brow. “I don’t know. We don’t really keep track here.”

“No,” I said, feeling the heaviness settle into my stomach. “It’s my birthday, isn’t it?”

He flinched, the realization crashing over him like a wave. “Y/N, I…”

“Did you forget?” The question hung in the air, thick with the weight of unspoken disappointment. “You forgot about my birthday?”

“I didn’t forget,” he rushed to say, his voice earnest. “I just… I thought it would upset you. I didn’t want to bring it up, knowing how much you miss home.”

But his words did little to comfort me. The pain of this moment was raw, sharper than anything I had felt since arriving in this strange place. The warmth of my memories now felt like a cruel joke, a reminder of the life I had left behind, and here I was, in a tent with the boy I once thought I couldn’t live without. Yet somehow, I felt more alone than ever.

“I just wanted to be with my family,” I murmured, tears stinging my eyes. “To celebrate like we always do. To blow out the candles and make a wish. Instead, I’m here, hiding from danger and trying to figure out what’s real.”

Clancy reached out, his hand hovering uncertainly between us. “Y/N, I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to make things worse. I thought if I didn’t remind you of the life you had, you’d be able to move forward. I just thought we could find something new here—together.”

“Together?” I echoed, feeling the knot in my chest tighten. “But you left me behind once before. How can I trust you to stay now?”

His gaze hardened for a moment, and I could see the vulnerability beneath his bravado. “Because I waited for you. I always thought I’d find my way back to you, no matter how far I had to run.”

As the words hung in the air, I felt a mixture of emotions swirling inside me. The anger was still there, but there was something else too—a glimmer of understanding, perhaps, in the shared acknowledgment of our losses. 

“Let’s just… let’s just sit with this for a moment,” I said, feeling the tension in my shoulders ease slightly. “Let me be sad. Just for tonight.”

He nodded, his expression softening again. “Okay. Just for tonight.” 

As we settled back into our silence, the outside world faded away for a brief moment. It was just us—a boy and a girl—holding on to each other amidst the chaos. And in that moment, the ache of my birthday felt less like a loss and more like a reminder that I was still alive, still here, still fighting.

In the quiet that enveloped us, I closed my eyes, allowing the familiar sounds of our makeshift camp to seep in—the crackle of the fire, the rustle of the wind through the trees, the distant hoot of an owl. I focused on the rhythm of Clancy’s heartbeat, steady and reassuring against my ear. 

Yet, despite the warmth of his presence, a gnawing ache remained, clawing at my insides. “Tyler?” I whispered after a long silence, completely careless I was using his birth name.

“Yeah?”

“Can we do something special? Something to remember today, even if it’s just the two of us?” The words slipped out before I could think them through, but I couldn’t shake the need to create a moment worth holding onto.

He turned slightly to face me, his expression thoughtful. “What do you have in mind?”

“I don’t know but maybe we could go for a walk?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid to shatter the fragile peace between us. 

Clancy’s brow furrowed in concentration, and for a moment, I thought he might laugh at the absurdity of my idea. Instead, he nodded slowly, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “I know a good spot.”

“Is it far?” I asked, sitting up a little straighter, excitement bubbling beneath the surface of my sadness.

“Not at all,” he smiled, pressing a kiss to my temple. 

I couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm, feeling the warmth of his kindness begin to replace the cold grip of despair. 

Clancy rose from the floor of the tent, brushing off imaginary dust and offering me a hand. I hesitated for just a moment, a fleeting worry creeping into my mind: Was I ready to step into the world outside our tent, especially when it had felt so safe inside? But as he looked down at me, a glimmer of hope in his eyes, I took his hand and stood up, feeling the warmth of his palm against mine.

“Let’s go,” he said softly, and together we stepped out into the crisp night air. The camp was quiet, the distant crackle of the fire mixing with the soft sounds of nature all around us. The stars hung above us like tiny pinpricks in the fabric of the universe, each one a reminder of how small I felt in this vast world.

Clancy led the way, his confidence guiding us deeper into the trees. The moonlight filtered through the branches, casting a silvery glow on the forest floor. I followed closely, absorbing the beauty around me, a stark contrast to the heaviness that had settled in my heart just moments before.

“Where are we going?” I asked, my curiosity breaking the silence.

“There’s a clearing not too far from here,” he replied, glancing back at me. “It overlooks a part of the valley. You can see the whole camp from there, and if the sky’s clear enough, you might even catch a glimpse of Dema in the distance.”

I swallowed hard, trying to wrap my mind around the idea of looking at a place I once called home from afar. “Is it safe?”

Clancy nodded. “I wouldn’t take you anywhere dangerous. I promise.”

As we walked, the silence between us felt different—less suffocating and more like a space filled with unspoken words, hopes, and dreams. With each step, I could feel the weight of my sadness lightening just a little. I thought about the moments we’d spent in the tent, the warmth of his embrace, and the honesty in his eyes when he told me he had waited for me. Eventually, we reached the clearing. It opened up before us, the vast expanse of the night sky unfurling like a blanket overhead. The view was breathtaking; the valley stretched out beneath us, a tapestry of dark shadows and silver light. The camp was a tiny cluster of flickering lights, and I could see the faint outline of the trees surrounding it.

“Wow,” I breathed, taking a step forward. “This is beautiful.”

Clancy stood beside me, his presence steadying as I took it all in. “It’s one of my favorite spots. I came here when I needed to think–back when you weren’t here. I used to imagine you were sitting in your room looking right back at me.”

I turned to look at him, a question lingering in my mind. “Do you ever think about Dema?”

He hesitated for a moment, his gaze fixed on the horizon. “Sometimes. But it’s different now. I used to think about what it was like—the people, the routines. Now, I focus on the future. On what we can build here.”

“Do you really think we can build something here?” I asked, my heart aching at the thought of it. I wanted to believe it, but the memories of my life in Dema weighed heavily on me.

He nodded, turning to face me fully. “I do. We can’t change what happened, but we can choose how we move forward. Together.”

I felt a surge of emotion at his words. In that moment, I saw a glimpse of hope—a possibility of finding a new life amidst the wreckage of the old one. “Together,” I echoed, the word carrying more weight than it had before.

Clancy smiled softly, and I noticed the way the moonlight danced in his eyes. “Now, let’s make tonight special, okay? It’s your birthday, after all. We can create our own celebration.”

I took a deep breath, allowing myself to dream for just a moment. “What do you have in mind?”

“I have this gift I made you months ago, before I even left Dema. I brought it with me, hoping you’d join me so I can give it to you,” he explained, pulling out a package wrapped in leather as he glanced up at the expansive sky. “I was afraid you’d never see it,” he continued, his voice barely above a whisper, as he carefully handed me the parcel. I felt the rough texture of the leather against my fingertips, and a wave of curiosity washed over me.

“What is it?” I asked, my heart racing.

“Just open it,” he urged, a hint of excitement in his eyes.

I gently peeled back the leather, revealing a beautifully carved wooden box. It was intricately designed, the surface etched with delicate patterns that seemed to dance in the moonlight. I ran my fingers over the craftsmanship, feeling the care and thought he’d put into it. “This is amazing. You made this?”

He nodded, his cheeks tinged with a hint of pride. “Yeah, I spent a lot of time on it. I wanted it to be something special. Something that reminded you of home but also of what we can build together.”

Taking a deep breath, I opened the box. Inside, nestled on a bed of soft fabric, was a delicate silver necklace. The pendant was a small compass, its needle glimmering as it caught the moonlight. “It’s beautiful,” I breathed, my voice catching in my throat. “What does it mean?”

Clancy shifted closer, his gaze fixed on the necklace. “I thought it would be fitting, given everything. The compass represents direction. No matter where you are, it will always point you back to what’s important—your home, your family, and me. And maybe it will remind you that you have the power to find your own path.”

Tears stung my eyes at his words. “You really put a lot of thought into this,” I said, my voice trembling. “Thank you. It means so much to me.”

He smiled, and I could see the warmth in his eyes as he reached for the necklace. “Can I put it on you?”

I nodded, turning around to allow him to clasp it around my neck. I felt the cool metal settle against my skin, a tangible reminder of our connection. As he fastened it, his fingers brushed against my collarbone, sending a shiver down my spine.

“There,” he said softly, stepping back to admire his handiwork. “You look amazing.”

I turned back to face him, the necklace resting gently against my chest, and I couldn’t help but smile. “Thank you, Clancy. This really is the best birthday gift I could’ve asked for.”

//

REQUESTS OPEN

[soukokumychildren]

Dazai how is your birthday going??? Do anything special?

Dazai: Hehe

(The rest is now successfully under the cut lol. Also I’m mildly embarrassed about it since this’ll be my first post about smut, and I didn’t exactly finish but it could also count sooo…basically, read at your own peril and have fun y’all)

It was the rustling, not the sunshine, that woke Dazai up from his glorious beauty sleep. It made him crinkle his eyes, hope that came with vain that he could sleep in longer.

It was his birthday, god damnit.

But the rustling was coming from under the sheets laid haphazardly over his body.

He cracked his eyes open after a few attempts, rubbing the opposite of the blinded one in order to see exactly what caused the ruckus.

Naturally, the brunette could tell immediately what—rather *who* it was without having to look beside him.

The weight on his legs and the gentle spikes pricking the fabric upward told him all he needs to know.

“Good morning,” he croaks, leg twitching under the added weight.

Ruffles of fabric against skin, a few flecks of static, and his adorable little chibi husband emerged from the vast canvas that was their white sheet.

His expression was gentle, his gaze softer so.

“Good mornin’,” he said, even *that* was soft too.

“Get some good sleep?”

(Not so) Regrettably, Dazai had. He only slept like a fucking baby when Chuuya was near. Heaven forbid the brunette would get a wink of sleep without his little husband.

“Of course I did, Slug,” Dazai mimicked Chuuya’s tone, keeping his gaze lazy, relaxed. They had no where to be today; well, not in any hurry. No urgent business needing to be taken care of. The president issued them a full pardon off work on todays events, but did say he hoped they’d visit so he could drop Dazai his birthday regards.

“I’m glad.” Chuuya began purring, a soft caress in his throat that thrummed throughout his body and made whatever tense bones Dazai had (which, at this point, was none) unravel into nothing but marrow.

Dazai let himself drink the sight of what Chuuya was in this morning. Ruffled, not yet smooth feathers, hair tossed this way and that like he was just dragged out of bed (yet, somehow, Dazai thought with amusement, not at all ugly), and an expression that bordered on tired.

He enjoyed every moment he existed in Chuuya’s presence.

It brought over his own set of purrs, except his was deep, rumbling. More of a growl, if he was being honest. But it sweetened the scent that emanated from Chuuya’s scent gland, and that was truly all he was after.

“Mind telling me why you woke me—Mph-” Dazai trailed off, his speech morphing into a small groan as lips pushed gently against his, persisting, begging for either him to open his mouth to grant entry, or offer his tongue.

The brunette, not usually a man that gives, coaxed open Chuuya’s mouth with little to no resistance, offering his tongue in turn.

His fingers skimmed Chuuya’s body, all of which was naked except for a pair of boxers, running along his hips, the flex of his muscle underneath his chest, trailing up his neck and then to his head. There, he cradled the base of Chuuya’s skull, engulfing his bandaged hand in fiery-red hair.

“Mmnh—” Chuuya pulled away, panting, with a cute little string of saliva connecting him to Dazai.

“Happy…Happy birthday,” he spoke breathily, the left side of his hair flipped over to the right side of his head, giving a way hotter look than Dazai was sure the little Slug intended.

Not to mention, morning wood was also having a fun time developing, and adding ontop of that with Chuuya’s kisses did nothing to ease the situation.

The redhead flicked his ear feathers upward, jerking his hips. He smiled. “Seems my best friend’s come out to play.” The redhead cooed, working his ass back against the giant erection pressing up against the crack of his ass.

He couldn’t help but bite his lip in anticipation—though this was *Dazai’s* birthday. Not his. So he treats *Dazai*.

Who was right below him…writhing, and accidentally letting out—

A *moan.*

Dazai stilled, slight streaks of embarrassment settling within his body.

“D…did you just…?” The avian asked quietly, blinking owlishly to Dazai. He wasn’t ever one to moan so fast until they got deeper into their antics…this—this was *new.*

||The brunette fumbled over his speech. “I—well, I just…I just woke up, and I haven’t had time to bring up my guard—” Chuuya shushed him with a claw.

“Hey now…I ain’t upset. This is a nice development.” The redhead purred. When Dazai tensed, Chuuya laid against his chest to nuzzle his face in Dazai’s swollen neck glands.

“Don’t worry, Dazai. I know how to take care of you…you know I wouldn’t do somethin’ like that. Remember? You’re *made* to top me.” Chuuya just knew the exact buttons to push to deactivate the wall Dazai brung up from unease. The brunette sighed, letting his body relax again.

“Just relax, baby. Let out those pretty moans…” The avian cooed, grinding gently against Dazai’s fledgling erection. He kissed at Dazai’s neck, Adam’s apple, his jaw line. He especially pressed his lips as his attention to Dazai’s scent glands, which the man particularly enjoyed.

Dazai, despite himself, let out breathy gasps, screwing his eyes shut. His fingers tightened around Chuuya’s scalp, the other hand drawing a scorching trail down to snag his fingers around Chuuya’s delectable, plump ass.

That insistent ass, and the redhead it paired with was just something made to put an end to Dazai, the brunettes low gasps morphing into small moans, the more persistent the grinding was.

“It’s okay, baby. Let go…I’m right here, and I’ll take care of you..” Chuuya promised, flexing his scent glands to flare out more of his scent. He wanted Dazai’s body completely relaxed, teaming with the obvious horny, of course.

The redhead arched his spine enticingly, his limp wings draped on either side of the bed lifting just slightly with. The bed was creaking softly.

“Chuuya,” Dazai said with jostled speech, his pupils dilating as he focused on the one thing he loved most in the world, inhaling that said man’s scent sharply.

“Dazai,” the redhead filled his voice with pure love instead of sin, his quick, almost desperate grinding coming to a slower pace.

“You okay, birthday boy?” Chuuya asked, his body lightly pulsing forward with each stroke of his hips. His wings lightly shuffled, half obscured by the covers.

“Heh. You’re as old as me again.” The redhead murmured to himself as Dazai regained the capability to speak.

“Y-yeah. I’m okay. Mmm, *fuck*, I just want to be inside you already.” Dazai hissed, bucking up a bit to Chuuya’s ministrations. The other hand that occupied Chuuya’s hair skimmed down, approaching Chuuya’s ass to meet up with the hand before it.

“Hey now, hey now…I’m taking care of *you* today..” Chuuya reminded, easing his hands on Dazai’s chest and brushing their noses together in tandem.

“Relax, baby. I ain’t holdin’ nothin’ from ya…you’ll get all you want n’ more today. Alright?”

Dazai’s eyes shined.

“Besides…it’s a holiday.” Chuuya pointed out, wriggling his ass down a little rougher against Dazai’s dick. “Y’know what that means..?”

Dazai’s eyes widened. He smiled wider as well.

“Seriously?”

“Duh~” The redhead grinned.

“Well? Get to opening your present. You have all day to enjoy this, after all.~”

[cafeinthemoon]

Thorns - Part II

Chapter 2/3

Wordcount 3,9k

Title Part II

Fandom Shuumatsu no Valkyrie / Record of Ragnarok

Pairing Hades x reader

Previous chapter

1

Symbols ⭕ . ➕ . 💛

Warnings: light angst; argument at the throne room

Tagging @mikkies (if you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just leave a comment on this chapter or send an ask or a message)

N. A.: So... I stated that this story will only have 2 chapters, but the text for the second part ended up too long and I had to divide it in two, and now we'll have 3 chapters (hope you don't mind).

So, a few thoughts about this story:

- The three generals that follow Hades were first intended to be the three Judges of Hell, but since I didn't make previous references to them, I thought it'd sound weird to introduce them like this now.

- When I had the idea for the poison ivy, I didn't really think of how reader would make it disappear, so Beelzebub's participation in this was a sort of a plan b (even when plan a didn't exist lol).

- When reader and Hades argue at the throne room, my first idea was that he would sound even more angry and just leave without a word for her, so she would have to solve everything by herself and appeal to the dangerous technique with the ivy, but I thought it wouldn't fit the dynamics I've been creating for them in my other story "Ruins", so I decided to write a "softer" argument.

- It's never specified how long Hades has been ruling over Hellheim, but we can suppose that it might have been for billion years if we consider what's said about his age on the SNV wiki: "He is very ancient, being older than the Big Bang, making him over 13.8 billion years old".

- I absolutely love the dynamics between Adamas and Beel in the manga's extra chapter! It's the type of humor I enjoy writing, simple and effective, since it's not the strongest trait of my writing :)

You refused to believe in your ears. Hades was telling you that he intended to go to the battlefield and stop the beasts all by himself?

– What…? You… – your hand loosened the grip upon his arm, the same in which hand he had the bident, but didn’t release it.

Hades ignored your shock and gave you a clear explanation:

– You know that the messenger came from our nearest detachment. If he was their last man, then the enemies are probably going to trespass the gates and reach the castle’s bridge soon. They will be at our doors before the night falls.

You immediately remembered what Adamas told you, how he went alone to Hellheim and fought the Titans without help, just to save his brothers and his people, and realized that now he intended to do the same.

However, I’m here with him this time. He doesn’t need to do this alone.

And you wanted to show that to him.

– Hades, if your intention is to go and face them by yourself…

Your husband put his hand upon yours on his arm and looked into your eyes, where he guessed what you were trying to say.

– Y/n, if you’re going to ask to go with me, then, please, don’t. You’re not going anywhere. You’re staying here to grant the castle’s safeness, and your own. This is why I asked Adamas to come and stay here despite his willing to fight – he glanced over you, probably to his brother – He will help you in anything you need.

You swallowed. You were already expecting this, but you weren’t finished yet.

– I’m not asking for permission – you approached him as you spoke – We all understand that the situation is worse than we first suspected and might become out of hand if we don’t do anything! The last member of our remaining detachment just died in my arms! How can I stay behind when I know you’ll be in the eye of the hurricane? I can’t…

Hades laid his free hand on the knob, irreducible.

– But you must. You've never been in the battlefield before, and that’s not the best way to start. I won’t forgive myself if anything happens to you.

Here, your patience was gone.

– And how do you think I’m going to feel if anything happens to you? Especially when you know you don’t have to do everything by yourself? – you gasped – Did you forget that I’m no longer human? I've been here for five hundred years now! Frailty doesn’t define me anymore! If someone will have to die in battle, it won’t be the Queen of the Dead!

Apparently, Hades’ patience had the same destiny as yours, because his posture – and the entire energy around him – changed. Leaning the bident on the fold of his arm and holding you by your shoulders, he made you forget everything and everyone in that room while you looked at him.

– And she won’t die in battle because the King of the Dead, who has been here for billion years longer than her, will keep her safe inside her home and in the company of the people he trusts – and, before you could think of any response, he pulled you closer and kissed your forehead – And, being the reliable wife she is, she won’t do anything to disappoint him.

Now, there was nothing you could do or say to change his mind. You took his hands off your shoulders and held them between you for a moment.

– Then she asks him to take at least a few strong, capable men with him, so her heart can be still.

There was a moment of silence from his part, where you just stared at each other, and you even thought he was going to turn his back on you and leave without a word, but he sighed, recovering his calmness, and agreed with your request.

– If this will soothe her anxiety, then, he can do it.

Moving his hands away from yours, the King of the Underworld looked ahead of you and called three of the present generals, the ones nearest Adamas. When the men approached, you took a step back as they knelt before their King, ready to obey.

– Grab your strongest weapons and save your energy for the primary battle. If we hurry, we will reach the enemy in one hour or two. Then, we will close the passage they’ve been using – Hades isntructed them.

The men immediately went to their own lodges to make the preparations. Only after they were gone, you noticed the stain of blood that your hand left on Hades’ white sleeve. You hid your hands behind your back.

He turned to you one last time, with a softer tone:

– We'll be right back.

You nodded, trying to control your shaking body.

– Yes, my Lord.

Nothing more was said between you two. Your husband opened the door and left. It closed slowly at his back and its noise echoed through the throne room, then disappeared.

You raised your head and returned to the company of your brother-in-law and the other officers, who were staring at you in expectation.

You were the first to speak.

– Our King expects me to grant the castle’s security while he’s away, and I will do anything to fulfill this task – you passed your eyes on each one’s face – But I cannot do this alone.

There was a murmur of agreement among the officers.

– We will give you all the necessary support, my Lady – said one of the men.

– You just need to tell us what we have to do, y/n-sama – a second one, beside him, corroborated.

– Thank you – you turned to your brother-in-law – Adamas-sama, I need your help too.

The god of Conquest, aware of things that went unnoticed by the others, didn’t take long to offer his own support.

– Of course, y/n-chan. What do you need?

You took a moment to consider your first measures.

– First, I need you to take the lead of the guards and the others who are directly involved in the security. All the doors, from the main to the smallest ones, need to be checked from time to time, and every suspicious movement must be informed to you.

You turned to the two men who just offered their help.

– The servants and the nursery staff must be prepared to receive the common folks who might come here seeking for shelter. I want you to communicate this to these two groups and give them instructions to take care of the newcomers. They must be led through the main door only. You must not use the secondary entries under any circumstance.

They nodded in compliance.

– Yes, my Lady.

You took a deep breath, then gave your last order.

– Finally, this instruction is for all of you – you glanced at Adamas – With no exception. Do not approach any of the windows, the balconies or the secondary entries, and do not let anyone do it. This will mean the difference between your life and your death. Now, go and send this message to everybody in the castle, then return to this room and stay under Adamas-sama’s command. I’m counting on you.

A wave of worried whispers spread among the presents, but no one dared question you. All the men left your presence, so that there was only you and Adamas now.

You asked him if you were forgetting anything. He had a growing smile on his face at first, as if enjoying how you were putting effort in playing your role as Queen in your first time facing a crisis, but your last words caught him by surprise as much as the others, making him frown.

– Not for now, but I’ll warn you if necessary – and, asking what everyone wanted to know, – But what is it that we can’t approach the castle’s open spaces? Can you tell me what you have in mind?

You stared at him for a moment.

– There’s a defense technique that I’ve been developing for years with the help of Beelzebub-sama. We happened to find a way to potentialize the effects of a poison ivy I created… using a fraction of Hades’ blood.

Adamas didn’t interrupt your explanation, but it was clear that he wasn’t expecting something of this sort.

– I was hoping I’d never have to use it because, despite reaching total efficacy, I couldn’t find a way to balance its energy consumption and because of the obvious danger – you lowered your voice – But in the current situation, I have no choice.

Adamas crossed his arms.

– So… you’re telling me that your technique will work for sure, but it will drain your energy? And it’s so strong that it might kill the people inside the castle if they get too close? – he sighed – Does my brother know about this?

You hesitated.

– Of course, he does. He witnessed most of the developing process. The technique will only reach its full strength precisely because of his collaboration… But I didn’t discuss the exhaustion part with him.

He clicked his tongue in impatience, probably wondering why you always had to plot such disastrous things.

– I see – he shrugged – Well, you do as you want, but at the first sign that something is wrong, call me immediately, uh?

– Of course, but, please, do the same. I’ll be in the castle’s highest tower if you need me.

You left the throne room without waiting for a reply.

***

The more you walked up the stairs, leaving the crowded rooms of the castle below you, the more you sensed you were entering a different world. The walls were colder, and the echo of your steps lasted longer inside them; the distance between the rooms was larger as well, and judging by how long you’ve been walking, you started to think it’d be impossible to call Adamas or anyone else if you needed help, so you prayed that nothing went wrong.

When you reached the entry of the highest tower at last, your hand trembled before you touched the knob.

I don’t even know if I’m doing the right thing... But what choice do I have?

You breathed deep and opened the door.

The room was almost empty, except for the high curtains that separated the room from the balcony and a modest furniture, including a large couch in the middle of it. You closed the door behind you and went to the candle holders in each corner to light them up. That room was rarely used, so that scent of dust and old things around was no surprise.

The last time I’ve been here was when I brought the final product with Hades and Beelzebub-sama. I didn’t even want to leave the curtains open.

You then walked to the curtains and opened them on each side, wrapping them up on the supports by their golden stripes. You unlocked the balcony’s sliding doors and looked at the reddish skies on the outside; you had the impression that they were darker, as if a storm was about to start. You swallowed and went back inside.

There was a small desk on a corner, upon which there was a vase full of flowers of various shapes and sizes – all of them attempts of spontaneous materialization of yours from your first years in Hellheim. It has been centuries since you were established as a goddess of nature and creation, and your private garden – a gift from your husband and where you created those flowers – has been transformed into a researching and experimenting center. From time to time, you would receive Beelzebub, an old acquaintance of Hades and an experienced scientist himself, for orientation, and what you came after in that room was among your first works together, which took countless decades to reach perfection and have been there for two hundred years now. Fortunately for you and for the rest of your people, you've grown in ability and power, and that experiment was a superior product in all senses.

You took a small key from your pocket and opened the first drawer, grabbing a crystal bottle from it. You held it at your eyes’ height, observing the precious content inside it: a fraction of Hades’ blood.

Pluto Ichor.

You would never use it if you had your way; you would leave the castle under Adamas’ administration and go with your husband to face the intruders instead. However, Hades decided for a different strategy, one where he would take all the risk to himself while the others would be safe. You hated this, but now it was too late to argue or to complain.

You took a second bottle from the same drawer and turned its content on your palm: some of the seeds you created under the instructions of Beelzebub, which would grow into an extremely toxic species of ivy that would take over the castle’s surroundings and keep the invaders at bay. The ivy, with which you communicate through energetic signature, would respond only to you, and through their thorns you’d track anything – and anyone – who approached the area.

In all the experiences you’ve made in your garden, you’ve managed to grow some specimen that would never reach more than a few meters, but that would never be enough to protect the entire building. That was the reason why you reached for your husband’s blood.

I know it’s going to work… The only problem is that I have no idea of how much.

You went to the balcony with the seeds in one hand and the bottle in the other. You opened it, poured some drops of the dark fluid over the seeds and threw them to the air. Seconds passed until the seeds reached the soil, where they drowned.

It was when you commanded them to germinate.

Immediately, a sequence of vibrations raised from underground, and monstrous, green plants grew out of it to all directions, surrounding the castle, the abyss under the bridge and the empty fields around, creating a forest of vines and thorns.

You were afraid that, because of the blood’s power, the technique would soon get out of control, and when you saw how fast the forest appeared, the possibility of having done a terrible mistake got you scared. Thankfully, it wasn’t the case: when you tried to redirect some of the plants around, they obeyed you, and you sighed in relief.

The task was harder than you anticipated. The size and weight of the plants, as well as their strength increased by the blood’s influence, demanded an abnormal amount of energy from you, and sensing the entire surroundings through their thorns was as disorienting as having a lamp turned on right at your face, but you did your best to get over the discomfort and manipulate the ivy to cover the necessary spots and to leave others free. You also moved them away from the bridge and the castle’s main entry to open the way to the people who might come for help.

Hades said that he and the generals could reach the enemies in a few hours, but it wasn’t hard to guess that they met the monsters before this: by the instabilities you noticed in the sky – and in the horizon, spreading through the air – you knew that the battle just began.

And you would be able to accompany everything from your spot.

Well... now I just have to hold on until they come back. For the people who are counting on us, for Adamas-sama... and for him. Hades, my dear... please, don’t do anything absurd and stay safe…

***

The battle and the subsequent events didn’t last long if you’d only count the chronological time, but it felt like eternity while you stood in that balcony, controlling the poisonous forest from there.

Just like you predicted, some common folks came to Hades’ door for help, and you freed the bridge’s passage for them. The main door was used to receive them as you instructed, and it was immediately closed after they entered.

The ivy that grew from the abyss was kept away from the passage, only returning to the surface when invaders were spotted, and the same happened with the plants that covered the tors that surrounded the building: with the invasion of Hellheim and the resulting battle for its defense, many evil creatures that wandered through those lands were expelled from their usual hideouts and ended up crawling toward the castle, but you were there to protect its inhabitants from them.

Meanwhile, you sensed the progress of the battle through the ivy that grew in the edges of the castle’s territory. Those foreign creatures were strong, and you could tell that only by the vibrations of their strikes spreading across the space and the soil, but they were no match for your husband and his men. The main problem was really the number of invaders: if they could reach the spot through which they were entering the Underworld and close the passage, everything could be solved, but they would take a while to pass through them.

If only Hades wasn’t so stubborn, he could have taken more people with him.

Your stomach burned when you thought of the man you loved facing all those monsters with little to no help. Despite what Adamas told you, your heart could never rest knowing what was happening out there. However, thinking too much about this now could interfere in your balance.

Arguing on this is useless now. What I have to do is to show faith in him while I do my part.

Some say that speaking is always easier, and you had proof of this in the next minutes, hours or any other possible unit of time during which you’ve maintained the control over the ivy. You were aware that, due to Pluto Ichor, it would take more energy to manipulate them, but you were worried about how fast they were consuming your strength.

Fortunately, everyone inside the building obeyed your instructions and didn’t approach the windows and exits while you worked: even if they didn’t understand how it worked, they at least realized the power contained in the ivy, and acted accordingly. That made things a bit easier for you, because you only had to worry about managing your powers.

You never saw how it ended, however.

There was a moment when you sensed the strength abandoning your legs, and you fell on your knees; that didn’t make you give up, for you still had the connection with the forest, but it wasn’t the same anymore. Little by little, your arms started trembling and you couldn’t keep them raised or move them in any way. Even sitting on the ground was difficult, and the air burned your lungs with every breath.

You looked ahead and knew that the battle wasn’t as fierce as before, but it hasn’t come to its end yet.

I can’t stop now. I need to finish this...

You made one last effort to keep the bridge free from the ivy and prayed for the poison to keep the monsters away. You had the sensation of someone entering the room and approaching you from behind, but your sight darkened before you looked at them.

***

You opened your eyes and found yourself lying on the couch of the tower’s room.

The candles were still burning, or so thought, judging by the light you sensed around you, and thanks to it you saw Adamas standing a few meters from your spot, his back turned on the balcony and the twilight out there, staring at you with a frown. You inclined your head forward and saw a young man in black clothing, sitting on the couch’s edge, holding a tiny bottle that he was about to open. You recognized him immediately.

– Beelzebub-sama!... – you tried to stand up, but your body didn’t respond to you.

– Easy, y/n-san – the Lord of the Flies replied with a soft smile, without taking his eyes from the bottle – You’re not in the best conditions after everything you’ve done out there.

You sighed and stood still.

It wasn’t a surprise to you that he managed to cross your forest and enter the castle without difficulties: if there was someone who couldn’t be killed in any circumstance, it was Beelzebub, and being involved in the creating process of your technique, avoiding its effects was the easiest thing for him. Besides, once he appeared before the main door, no one would dare deny his entry or ask what he was doing there.

However, he saw no problem in explaining his arrival to you.

– I was passing by and found Hades-san and his men fighting against some invaders. Of course, I stopped to help them, even though it wasn’t necessary because the King of Hellheim had already solved most of the problem when I arrived. So, he sent me here to see how you were doing – his smile widened – And, as expected, you were giving him reasons to be worried.

Adamas, who has been quiet all this time, laughed. You asked him how the people in the castle were doing now.

– Better than you, y/n-chan – it was the reply – Everyone in the castle is tense because of the forest, of course, but their compliance was total. No accidents concerning the poison.

Your sighed in relief. So, everything was alright. That was all you needed to hear.

You turned to Beelzebub.

– Thank you for coming, and I’m sorry for not being able to give you a better reception – you mumbled – What is it in this bottle?

– A medicine for you to regain your strength – he offered it to you – Judging by your current state, you will need hours to recover. Please, take this and stay where you are.

You thanked him for the medicine and emptied the bottle’s content.

– How long I’ve been sleeping? – you asked while giving the bottle back to him.

– Half an hour, I’d say – he replied – We’ve been here since then.

You passed your hand over your forehead, but said nothing in response. Adamas, with all his rationality, soon led the conversation to the practical matters.

– Everything is all well, but the forest will have to disappear now that our safeness is granted – he approached the couch – How will you do it now?

You swallowed.

– I...

Before you could think of something, Beelzebub intervened:

– I’ll take care of this. I know how to do it.

You stared at him in silent gratitude, and for a moment none of you spoke...

Until a sudden change in the energy at the castle’s entry was detected by the thorns, making you stand up and look around in anxiety.

– Ah! Oh, my…!

– What is it?! – the two gods asked at the same time.

– Guys, they're back! – you yelled, sitting on the couch – Hades is back! I need to go!

Beelzebub tried to reason with you, stating that you couldn’t make any effort right now, but you didn’t hear anything. You just stood up and left the room, rushing across the stairs.

You never knew about the conversation that followed between the two men you just left behind, but if you did, it’d make you giggle in embarrassment.

– So – Adamas stood by the side of a wide-eyed, speechless Beelzebub on the couch, with a raised eyebrow – Hours until she recovers, you say?

The Lord of the Flies sighed, smiling as he put his hand on his forehead.

– Eh, these young gods are always surprising us. Especially when they’re former humans.

Chapter 3

[swordofhearts]

i've already kind of said my thoughts on seekers of the storm on twitter (not much, only one tweet lol) but i'll go into my thoughts here since i completed my first prime meridian run yesterday

(seekers of the storm spoilers ofc, also really long post sorry)

first off, i like the new maps for the most part. they feel a little small compared to some other maps, but that's not too much of a problem since they're part of an optional route. i like the idea of an alt stage 5 but after having no extra stage 5 for so long it feels a little out of place, but that might also just be me. music is incredibly good though the music on treeborn colony goes SO hard

the new items are kind of hit or miss for me. i love the items like sale star, chronic expansion, and luminous shot but getting items like purity beads or knockback fin are so useless. they're really not as great as the sotv items, especially since there's nothing like void items in this dlc. most of the new reds are cool though, it's mostly the whites and greens that aren't as great. overall was pleasantly surprised but just kinda meh

i haven't been able to try out any of the new survivors unfortunately BUT i did unlock all of them so hopefully i'll try them out soon, seeker seems pretty interesting and definitely a nice change of pace from other survivors

i personally haven't had too many problems with gilded enemies, they just seem to have way too much armor for no reason. only just learned that they take away your gold which is kind of stupid but i never really noticed that. haven't run into any twisted enemies that i know of but i remember it was AWFUL when the dlc first came out

i said this in that one tweet i made but i feel like the path to prime meridian is so fast. i really wish it was paced out more bc if you're going to false son without looping, you have to be able to get a really good build right away because there's very little chance to get items. plus, i feel like the prime meridian map could be a little more than just running up to the boss fight. it's such a jump in difficulty that i feel like would be softer if there was one more stage in between.

i do think the false son boss is cool though. definitely isn't as interesting as mithrix, but it's still challenging. i like the part where if you get struck by lightning, it disables your abilities until you break one of the barriers. definitely makes the fight interesting, but i don't know if i would intend to do the route if i wasn't trying to get the prime meridian skins. i'm also just a looping enjoyer so i'm not a huge boss fight person

i am glad that gilded coast finally got included into the normal gameplay loop! it's something that was so out of place in the past and was incredibly rare (at least from personal experience) so being more regularly able to reach it is really nice

and then there was the whole shitshow that was the initial release. i waited until the first patch was released to see how gearbox handled it, and got it after that. thankful to say that i haven't had any problems since buying it!

overall i'd say that i was pleasantly surprised given the initial backlash, and i'm glad that i did get it, but i don't really think it lives up to survivors of the void. i definitely need to try out the new survivors over the next week or so, they seem fun to use (and praying that chef gets fixed). definitely don't want to say that i'm excited to see gearbox do anything but they seem to be handling it okay. interested in what's going to come out of the game in the future, but i'm hoping it's larger than sots.

[thorn-amidst-roses]

Sooooooooooo Tenya finding a way to revive the Lesser Elemental Dragon that inadvertently saved his life actually shook a lot of things loose...

Long post.

So, quick recap on the Dragon thing, when Tenya got “killed” and his husband stashed his body in the Pile Of Kind Of Dead Beings That I Have Loved, the almost-but-not-quite-dead-yet Lesser Elemental Dragon kind of...leaked Essence onto his not-fully-corpse, which over time revitalized Tenya who pulled a Came Back Different.

His Essence network was permanently changed to favor Wood, which gave him a built-in, insurmountable weakness to Fire...which had previously been the element he most aligned with. After 150 years, he finally came home changed - softer, less fighty, and while he was grateful to be alive (and of course, his husband was very pleasantly surprised as well), it sparked a whole crisis of identity.

Nonetheless he kept on keeping on as best as he could and tried to just sort of...bury his internal issues because there was work to be done. Additionally, the Wood Essence was kind of piling up internally because he wasn’t naturally the kind of creature that could process it as natively as a freaking Elemental Dragon can, so as a side project he started regularly going back to his husband’s pile of Kind of Dead Beings That I Have Loved and giving the excess back to the Dragon that had inadvertently revived him.

...well, eventually (and very recently), the Dragon woke up.

Since the two of them have been basically swapping life force for a century and a half, there’s now a link there. All the weird biological and emotional shit tied to that sort of exploded, Tenya’s years of bottled-up stress resurfaced, and basically he ran off to Chiaroscuro to go find Tamuz (Ma-Ha is great, but sometimes you need a more Eldery-Elder, and for that...Tamuz lol).

Tamuz did a “okay normally I wouldn’t have time for your shit but damn bitch you’re looking rough and we kind of owe you and Ma-Ha for turning the internet back on” and agreed to take him in for awhile to help sort things out.

Courtesy of Tamuz picking apart all of the stress from the Came Back Different, the link to the Dragon, and a whole general “but who is Tenya, really?”, Tenya returned home with a few significant changes:

1. He is no longer rapidly changing between a Full Moon and a No Moon, and has settled (presumably permanently) as a Half Moon. The working theory was that this was his intended Aspect all along, but being one of the ‘lost’ Aspects, he wouldn’t have been able to get to it without Tamuz guiding him.

2. The Wood Essence has regulated. He still favors it heavily, but its effects on his emotions have been brought to heel, and he’s finally feeling like himself again. He now sees himself as a complete and separate person rather than a  weird attache to his husband.

3. Uh incidentally he can turn into a Battle Tree. We have the Dragon to thank for this, most likely.

4. His spirit shape has been identified to not quite be just “a goat”. We use a homebrew system where all Lunars start out with a basic shape, but as they discover themselves and their Essence, it can be further identified as a specific, semi-divine entity. In his case:

Aranyakumara, The Forest’s Heart

“A beauteous beast of fang and horn, at once an arsenal of woe but at the same time the peace of the dark jungle.  Birds gather in the branches of its great crown even as sapblood gathers and pools to stream down the trunks of horn, nourishing the earth as new growth breaks bare soil.  Deep amber eyes show kindness and a noble consideration, but the bloodied muzzle promises an awful end for any who would force the baring of fangs.

Blood and sap pulse within the beast like thundering falls, felt in the spirit.  There is a finality in it, otherworldly like the dark unspoiled heart of the jungle, the spirit of the forest father given flesh.  Those I shelter shall grow strong of my sap, those who challenge me will become blood under my horns.  A truth not spoken from the lips of man or beast, but echoed out as a very law of the world and Creation on wind and rumbling earth.”

...aesthetically, it’s a kirin. Goat-wolf-dragon.

Sometimes, chimaerism...pays? 😂

[iraeyah]

GRANGER X Y/N STUCK IN A ROOM (Y/N was named juliah btw. And also this is Ai. Im not a writer nor do I intend to be one. I'll just post here sone ai stories I generated so i have something to read lol. )

the door slammed shut, Juliah's breath caught in her throat. They were trapped. The air in the dimly lit room felt heavy, thick with the scent of dust and iron. The faint light from a high, narrow window cast shadows across the rough stone walls, making their small prison feel even colder, more confined. She stood a few feet away from Granger, stealing a glance in his direction. He stood still, eyes narrowed in thought, his entire form radiating his usual calm, intense presence. He examined the door with his brows furrowed, every line of his face focused and severe.

Granger's low voice broke the silence, pulling Juliah back to reality. "It’s locked." He spoke in his usual clipped tone, but there was a hint of frustration, barely noticeable, that she knew well enough to pick up on.

She swallowed, her heart pounding faster than it should have been. Being alone with him, so close, felt like a dream and a nightmare combined. She’d thought of this moment more times than she could count, but not like this—not in a room where the shadows pressed in on them, making every whisper feel louder, every heartbeat echo.

“Do you think… there’s another way out?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady. It came out softer than she intended, almost vulnerable.

Granger shook his head, his dark cloak brushing against his legs as he moved. “Unlikely. If we wait long enough, someone might find us.” He glanced back at her, a flicker of reassurance in his gaze, though it quickly faded. “For now, we should conserve our strength.”

Juliah nodded, moving closer to the wall and leaning back against the cold stone. She could feel Granger’s presence just a few steps away, his steady breathing the only sound in the room. She bit her lip, wondering if he could hear her own erratic heartbeat, so loud in her own ears that it drowned out her thoughts.

In the silence, her mind wandered, drifting back to the countless times she had fought by his side. She admired his strength, his stoic resolve, his dedication. But beyond that, she admired him—Granger, the person, the mystery, the one who held her heart without knowing it. And that was the problem. He didn’t know. How could he? To him, she was a friend, a trusted companion in battle. Nothing more.

Or was she?

She stole a glance at him, watching as he leaned against the opposite wall, arms crossed, his gaze focused on the door as if sheer willpower could force it to open. She thought of Silvanna, the warrior who haunted his thoughts, whose name lingered in his silence, just out of reach. Granger never spoke of her, not openly, but Juliah had noticed the way his gaze would soften whenever Silvanna was near, the way he watched her with a quiet longing that felt like a knife twisting in Juliah’s chest.

The truth was that Juliah felt she could never measure up. Silvanna was beautiful, powerful, confident—a warrior as fierce as Granger himself. Juliah felt like nothing more than a shadow in comparison. A friend, yes, a trusted ally perhaps, but never the one to hold his gaze the way Silvanna did.

The silence between them grew heavier, more stifling. Juliah took a deep breath, her fingers curling tightly against the fabric of her cloak. She knew this might be her only chance, the only moment she would have alone with him, without the chaos of battle or the judgmental eyes of their fellow warriors. She could tell him, here and now, what she’d been holding in her heart for so long. But fear stopped her, the fear of seeing rejection in his eyes, of shattering the fragile friendship they shared.

“Granger…” she began, her voice barely more than a whisper.

He turned to look at her, his gaze sharp and attentive, as though he could sense the weight behind her words. The room seemed to hold its breath as she searched for the right thing to say, but the words failed her. She looked away, her cheeks burning, the silence more painful than any wound she’d ever received.

Granger’s expression softened, almost imperceptibly. “You had something to say?” he asked, his tone as guarded as ever but with an undercurrent of something gentler.

Juliah closed her eyes, steeling herself. She had to say it. She had to let him know, even if it meant facing rejection, even if it meant risking everything they had.

“It’s just… I…” She hesitated, the words caught in her throat. Her heart hammered as she forced herself to meet his gaze. “I… I care about you, Granger.”

His eyes widened slightly, a rare reaction from him. For a moment, he was silent, as though he hadn’t expected her to say such a thing. She watched as his expression shifted, flickers of surprise and something else she couldn’t quite name passing across his face.

“Juliah,” he began, his voice low, almost hesitant. It was strange hearing him speak her name with such tenderness, and it made her heart ache all the more.

“Granger, I know this is… complicated.” She took a deep breath, her voice trembling. “I know you… you care for Silvanna. And I know I can’t compete with that. But… I just had to tell you. I can’t keep pretending that I don’t feel this way.”

The silence that followed was suffocating, heavy with unspoken words. She waited, every second stretching into eternity, her heart pounding in her chest. She searched his face for some hint of his thoughts, for any sign that he understood, that he felt the same. But his expression remained unreadable, his gaze steady and unwavering.

Finally, he spoke, his voice soft but filled with a quiet intensity. “Juliah… I never wanted you to feel that way.” He paused, looking away, as though the words pained him. “I never wanted you to carry that burden.”

Her heart sank, and she forced a smile, trying to hide the hurt that was building inside her. She knew what was coming, knew the words that would follow. This was the part where he would let her down gently, where he would tell her that she was nothing more than a friend, that his heart belonged to someone else.

But then he looked at her, his eyes filled with a kind of sadness that took her breath away. “You mean more to me than I’ve ever been able to say,” he continued, his voice barely more than a whisper. “But Silvanna… she’s part of my past. Someone I thought I loved… someone who can never love me back.”

Juliah felt a flicker of hope, a faint glimmer in the darkness. “What are you saying?”

Granger took a step closer, his gaze fixed on her, his expression more open, more vulnerable than she’d ever seen it. “I’ve spent so much of my life holding on to things I can’t change, chasing shadows and dreams that have slipped through my fingers. But you…” He hesitated, his hand reaching out to her, then stopping just inches away. “You’ve been by my side all along. You’ve been real.”

Her breath caught, her eyes searching his for any sign that this was real, that he truly meant it. She could see the conflict in his gaze, the walls he’d built around himself crumbling piece by piece, his heart finally laid bare.

“Juliah,” he murmured, his voice soft, filled with a warmth she’d never thought he could show. “I’ve been a fool. I thought I was protecting you… protecting myself. But maybe… maybe I’ve been hiding from what was right in front of me.”

Tears filled her eyes as she took a step closer, her heart pounding with a mixture of hope and fear. “So… what does that mean?”

He reached out, his hand gentle as he brushed a strand of hair from her face, his touch lingering, his gaze tender. “It means that maybe… it’s time I stopped chasing shadows.”

Her heart swelled, her voice trembling as she whispered, “Then… don’t stop now.”

In that moment, Granger leaned forward, closing the distance between them, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was both gentle and filled with the weight of everything unspoken between them. The shadows of the room seemed to fade, leaving only the two of them, lost in each other, in a world where nothing else mattered.

When they finally pulled away, he looked at her, a soft smile playing on his lips, a look she’d never seen from him before—a look that spoke of a future, of hope, of something she had never dared to dream of.

“Juliah,” he murmured, his voice a quiet promise. “I’m not letting you go.”

[hollyhomburg]

@mocha000 I love love love writing jk as a little tease- I think that I really started to lean into it in my fic’s the second that jk irl started to act that way like- he’s given us so many little moments in the last few months where he’s a little shit. I love it but he’s so dangerous to my sanity.

I think Yoongi is just beginning to realize just how much the m/c is like- loving him? Like I think he things of her a little too much through a caretaker mindset, but this like- the ‘I want to be cute for you and show you that I can be a good omega’ would send him entirely on his tail. I think after this heat…he’s really gonna fucking loose it, part of him that went unhealed for so long after geumjae is really gonna be fixed with this heat.

I need you guys to see Yoongi push at jk’s face the same way I do in my mind like- imagine jk’s face twisted in a snarl and then Yoongi just like- pushing him to the side and jk nuzzling into the m’cs hip instead of her tummy, all pouty and still a bit miffed.

Fun fact that I forgot to put in the notes- I actually had a unicorn stuffed animal named yoomi/yooni when I was a little kid <3 I think part of me just knew about Yoongi and that bts would be a big part of my life in the future (I also had a turtle that I called turdy so idk what that says about me)

Yes! The alpha’s are touching her cheeks to check her temperature! I also think that the m/c has gotten very like…cutely chubby? Like- she’s a lot softer physically no in the series and I lowkey think that Tae loves her chubby little cheeks and think’s they’re very cute. I also think that they’re kinda…struggling to find places to touch her that aren’t sexual to avoid triggering her heat? Her face is a very safe option lol.

I knooooowww I wanna cuddle with other omega’s too- can you imagine how cozy it would be- nesting sounds like such a gentle and fun activity, I wish pack’s and omega’s where real

Ahh I almost took out the mailman part- I actually intended too and now I’m realizing that I never went back and took it out 😂 I hope it came off as funny instead of weird! Jiminie is such a golden retriever~

Ahhh your recap of the hot parts- I love the idea of the m/c just wanting to look at her alphas- like just wanting to watch Jiminie and Tae in the bath all soapy and sudsy 😵‍💫 makes me dizzy just imagining it. I have never incorporated alpha voice into bily before but I kinda wanted that vibe with Namjoon’s command you know like- of course the m/c is gonna be a good obedient little pup in pre-heat, of course she would never disobey Namjoon asking so nicely.

I love love love the word pupishment- I think it’s so cute- so soft- this section was a last minute addition but I’m so glad I put it in <3

Yes! Jk’s big boba eyes! That’s exactly what I was going for!! You know how he looks when his eyes get all big and dark and sparkly! He knows he’s being bad but he’s also too cute to be angry at!

I honestly struggled with the wording and what I wanted to articulate during the alpha’s making a game plan- they’re right to be intimidated about it- but ‘all natural’ came to me and it’s just too funny.

I also love how like- Jimin gets jk, Namjoon gets Jin, but Tae, Hobi, and Yoongi, all flag the m/c I think its because in their hearts- Tae and Hobi know that the m/c needs more steadying- she’s so unused to this that she needs more than one alpha to help her- I think it speaks to the way that they love her- a very quiet guarding love similar to Yoongi’s- that they went to her as opposed to the others.

Thank you so much for another lovely review of this chapter <3 you never fail to disappoint- it’s especially good- going back and reading this a day or two after finishing the chapter and I get to enjoy it from a bit more of an outside perspective <3 thank you for your ceaseless love for this story!!

Before I Leave You (Pt.76)

Summary: Your Pre-heat fever builds and builds and builds until it breaks.

Tags: forced caretaking, Preheat, scenting, nesting, mindless fluff, hurt/comfort, omega/omega content, possessive behavior, omegaspace, lactation kink, Jin's hormones briefly convince him that the m/c is his actual pup, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, tummy worship?, nipple play, manhandling, heavy petting, fingering, exhibitionism, jk gets a little pussy obsessed, slight jk focus, slick marking, a tiny bit of ass play, slight painplay, implied/foreshadowed womb fucking, hole check, gentle spanking, dom! namjoon, d/s,

W/c: 12.3k

A/n: so it's once again birthday pup time for me! i'm going to be turning twenty eight! i can't believe it's my birthday already! as with my usual birthday tradition- i have made a little amazon wish list. it's been three years since I first did this and my room is littered with the little things you guys have gotten me over the years. I still sleep under the big duvet you guys got me and it's my favorite thing <3 the love you guys give me during my birthday always leaves me feeling warm for months.

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Jungkook’s whole face is parked between your thighs, sweaty cheeks, chiseled jaw resting uncomfortably against your hip bones, Curling locks and all.

That’s the first thing that alerts you to the pack's predicament when you begin to wake up the next morning in the heat nest. There are raised voices nearby. Someone is upset, not angry. But upset.

A wide back rumbles behind you, and the uneasy scents dissipate.

All of your stuffed animals are piled around you, your jellycats and the special extra soft ones that Jimin and Tae got you. You can distantly remember reaching for them sometime during the early morning and whining. Yoongi’s voice pitched low and sweet.

“This one little lovely? How about this one?” a finger rubs against your cheek, running through your peach fuzz accompanied by a quiet hum of approval. “My broody little omega, just wanna keep all your small and cute things safe huh? So soft and little. Just wanna show the alphas that you can take care of small things in your nest, right?”

You remember whining and nuzzling, trying to tell him without words (words are so so hard in omegaspace) that you didn’t really care about showing the icky alphas resting too close in the hallway. All you care about is showing him.

Now as you wake, things are less simple. There are tense voices and scents all around you. A tangle of them no longer sour but still alpha. Jin has not let them into the nest yet but you're starting to need them- starting to think that even if they are icky you might as well just…be close to them. Something small and furry and desperate claws for them in your chest. For Namjoonie, Hobi, Jiminie, and Tae Tae Tae- in your chest. A need that had been quiet yesterday but is loud today.

The need for her rises up now like a rabid animal. Tae Tae Tae. All in your head. At least you think it might be all in your head- you can feel your mouth moving and someone coming close. A silky pant leg brushes your thigh as she starts to move only to get held back.

"You shouldn't- Tae- Jin will get mad."

Your instincts quiet at the sound of them and you begin to wake. You're not in heat yet. Not yet, but the fever is building. A slow drip starting to spill out around the edges. The surface tension in your being trembling and twitching. Burning through you and turning your mind crumbly and hazy at the edges.

“How’s her temperature?” You hear a distant voice ask. Joonie alpha. Your mind identifies.

You feel a wide familiar palm against your forehead. Your throat. “Still a little cold- thank you Jinnie- what a good omega keeping our pup warm.” More fluffy blankets get dumped on top of you and you feel like you’re buried beneath layers and layers of clouds. The shimmering delight on the edge of your instincts. a high keening sound and a low alpha growl.

They don't smell quite so rancid as they did yesterday but they still smell sour. You have a sinking feeling it has nothing to do with their pheromones or hormones and more to do with the moment. What they’re discussing.

But what could they ever possibly have to be afraid of? Your alphas are awfully strong and protective of you. In a nest so lovely and so soft there is nothing that could possibly hurt you. Jinnie made it so well you're half convinced it could keep monsters out.

You feel a hiss building in your throat at the idea of a particular monster. Distant in your memories but never far for long. The ickiest of alphas. Never. You rub your face harder into the object to your left. A sensation- a finger trails down your scent gland, touching where it aches. Nudging a whine from your throat.

But there is nothing at all bad here…Besides Kookie.

He's so sweaty and sticky that it's a little bit gross. It wouldn't be a problem if he wasn't laying all of his body weight into you and pressing his face anywhere your skin is bare. He clings, his hands sliding under your behind and hips to hold you close, face pressed to a spot that makes you shiver from the intensity, the sensitiveness, that every breath makes against your barely covered tummy.

Jungkook noses first into your navel and then lower. Little breaths of air and his chin tickling where you’re most sensitive. The scent of slick is cloying on the air, you have no idea if it’s his or yours or Jin’s.  

Huh, That's a little strange.

Jungkook's not usually so clingy with you in the morning. Usually, he reserves this particular trend of endless nuzzling for the alphas. He's holding you so tight that you couldn't even squirm away if you wanted to, rubbing his cheek over and over again along your thighs, your stomach, your pussy.

He rubs his cheek along the space between your thigh and hip and purrs. Loud and rumbly, vibrating against your front. You reach down sleepy, brushing his hair away from his face. You wish the alphas would let him sleep- but the sound of tense voices is making you feel sensitive and whiney.

"I can smell it hyung, don't tell me you can't- and look at the way he's-”

Jungkook turns and snaps his teeth at them and they fall silent. You lift up your head a little.

Jin's perched on the edge of the nest half in Namjoon’s lap. The pack alpha leans against the doorway as Jin dozes against his throat. Tae mirrors them on the other side of the pocket French doors. Wrapped in a duvet from one of the decoy nests and clutching a steaming cup of coffee.

A glass jug of electrolyte mix sits between them and a few cups of coffee leave rings on the floor. Colorful plastic cups stacked nearby. Steam rising in sweet ribbons. Hobi stands there in the doorway, stretches, and yawns. Revealing inches of toned tummy that your eyes fixate on.  Distantly you remember, "one sip of caffine isn't going to hurt Jinnie, Namjoon."

"Sorry pups- we didn't mean to wake you-" Tae is in bright red pj's, the kind patterned with small dark flowers, silky and impenetrable. You want them in the nest the second you see them. But- but-

You look down, and Jungkook's cheeks are just as red. Flushed and sweaty. His hips cocked at a weird angle; one leg hitched up in a position that looks wrong. He looks like he’s uncomfortable.

“Koo?” You ask, but he just lets out a small chirp. “What? Why are you-”

A hand in your hair makes you look up. Jimin is standing there, pursing his lips, looking down at you conflicted. Light streams in through a crack in the gauzy curtains, cutting across his waist, the spot where his shirt rides up on his hips revealing inches of honey skin and the line of his hipbones.

Your blunt omega teeth feel precariously sharp in your mouth. Two parts wanting and one part terror. Jimin, alpha, alpha in the nest. Alpha in the heat nest, alpha alpha alpha.

Jimin knows your terror, letting his shoulders slump and his scent spill out- unthreatening. Your panic eases away. “I was just fixing the curtains. They were making Jinnie uneasy.” The pack omega says nothing, settling up on Namjoon’s shoulder, looking like he’s falling asleep too. A strip of pale blue spring sky is visible only through the very top of the curtains.

“Minnie? What’s wrong with Koo? Why is he?” Jimin’s small smile falters, and you can tell he doesn’t want to say it. Whatever it is that the alphas were talking about.

Behind you, a warm chest moves, it's Yoongi. Soft and firm against your back. His chest expanding buffers you like gentle waves during a summer storm, gentle and lulling. It’s very hard to stay awake. So warm and so cuddled.

But Jungkook…

Your mate's voice is low in your ears, but his hand joins yours in pushing Jungkook's hair away from his sweaty face. Pinching his cheeks until Jungkook's tongue lolls out, licking Yoongi's fingers. It's lewd and it's hungry. You squirm back against Yoongi and at the smell of your slick.

So close to Jungkook's face, that you can't avoid it being scented on the air. A lax grin stretches Jungkook’s face, eyelashes fluttering, his smile dopey and out of it.

Yoongi's voice is rough from disuse, making your stomach swoop. Jungkook pushes against Yoongi's touch trying to get back to your stomach back between your legs. Chirping and trilling his displeasure. Trying to burrow and nuzzle through Yoongi’s hands unsuccessfully.

“Koo was feeling a little left out.”

“No,” you whisper, your stomach dropping for a whole other reason. Surprise making you lucid. “Really?”

Jungkook blinks, pouting. A little dazed. “I fucking hate cramps. Hyung- let go-” Yoongi lets Jungkook’s face go and he plants himself right back between your thighs. Nuzzling and shuffling until you let him closer. His face lowers to get closer to where you’re most sensitive. You try and stop him but Jungkook growls and you quiet.

The alpha’s watch as Jungkook nuzzles between your legs, nothing more than a thin layer of fabric to keep the smell of slick and all of where you’re most sensitive from Jungkook. Cheek squished against your pussy, soft breaths tickling your inner thigh. Jungkook settles and huffs.

Jimin runs a finger down your cheek but you hardly notice, still looking down at Jungkook, an upset pout already forming on your face.

"Oh," you're almost teary-eyed with it. You can't imagine Jungkook feeling as sensitive, as scared, as needy as you feel. It's upsetting, the fact that your nestmate is feeling so- so…and you can't- that he’s going into heat and you’re not-

You understand why Jin got upset yesterday. Having nestmates is different than having alphas or mates. There is a special corner of your instincts dedicated to taking care of them that hates this; all going into heat at the same time.

A smaller more wicked voice whispers other things, facts you dare not voice;

If alpha knocks you all up at once then you can all be pretty and round in the nest together. You can get all sweet with milk at the same time as Jungkook and Jin. It would be so easy- being pupped with Jungkook and Jin. Your sensitive sensitive tummy feels so unsafe, like this, Jungkook sleepily pulling up your shirt so that all of the alpha’s can see.

You shouldn’t be like this- you should both be belly down in the nest, you need to hide it from the alpha’s and leave it just for your nestmates to touch. Guarding you- that's what jungkook is doing. keeping your tummy safe from the alpha's until he deems you ready to be bred by them.

You want it. All of you safe and round and full, claimed by your alpha's in a way that sticks. You should stay close to him- make sure that alpha breeds him proper. All of them should breed Jungkook at least once just to make sure it takes.

Yoongi sets a hand over your stomach, and Jungkook tries to nip at it, to keep him away. Yoongi just pushes at his nose, a little playful. Jungkook grins, panting through his teeth. "Calm down pup, it's okay, Jungkook's gonna be fine. all three of your heats is nothing we can't handle."

Behind you, Tae snorts. hobi pinches her arm in repremand and she swats his hand away.

You nod wetly, but it’s hard to quiet your sniffles. Jimin leaves the nest, carefully stepping over the border so that he doesn't mess it up. Hoseok grabs his arm to steady him. Mindful of Jin’s boundaries that get momentarily tread over as Namjoon picks him up, helping with the aid of Tae and Jimin, to get Jinnie back into the nest.

With all of them looming over you, you feel incredibly small. looking and watching hungrily as they gently puppet the pack omega and lie him down. kind of on top of your plushie pile- but you don't mind- that's why you made it anyways. Jin sleepilly starts to tug them close, the soft and small things clutched to his chest.

The alpha's linger above you. looking down and watching. their feet depressing the nest where they stand.

Jungkook sighs against your thigh. "S'okay, at least now it's all of us together."

Omegaspace isn’t something you’ve seen on Jungkook as frequently as you would have liked. But there’s a childish pout to his lips. Cute, that you want to kiss at. Want to nibble. "Alphas don't even need to help- just Jinnie and me and Yoomi."

That gets a laugh out of the rest of them, Yoomi is a new nickname for your mate that leaves him smiling a little. You look up at him, eyes drooping and struggling to stay awake. You happen to agree but words are hard so you just settle for purring. Behind Jimin, you can see Hobi watching, smiling.

Jimin leans around the doorway and raises his eyebrow at Jungkook, as far as he dares to go into the nest room without permission. "You'll be begging for my knot later for that pup."

Jungkook huffs, "Won't, promise, not gonna ask for an icky-smelling alpha."

Jimin cocks head, "Is that so? Then maybe I should only knot Jinnie and her if you're so sure you won't need it."

Jungkook seems to second guess himself, "hyung wait- you can knot me just not-"

"I'm just teasing."

Jungkook huffs, nuzzling back between your legs, "meanie"

It feels strange, not necessarily sexual- having Jungkook's face pressed between your legs. There's a zing of pleasure at the touch, sure, but Yoongi holds your hips and keeps you still so that Jungkook can get comfortable. Holding you stationary so that you won't move against the feeling of his nose nuzzling over your underwear.

His low voice is husky in your ear as he whispers, “That’s it pup, let Jungkookie and then you can- there you go. No- No rubbing. Be a good pup and settle.”

You feel yourself clench weakly and when you open your eyes, Namjoon is watching you from the doorway. Eyes dark and scent unrepentantly sweet and musky. You don’t mind him watching. The sight of all of his omegas in a heat nest is one that he’s allowed to indulge in. Tae too- wraps around his arm with her head resting on his shoulder.

Every minute the alpha’s are allowed closer, last night they weren’t allowed in the doorway, now, one at a time in the nest. It’s only a matter of time before all bets are off and they’re all allowed here.  

Jungkook settles once he finds the right spot on your plush thigh. His warm breath easing away the remaining ache in your core. The cramps are better now but not entirely gone yet. Your body preparing itself for your alpha's, making room for their cocks and their knots.

You wonder if you'll be able to take Namjoon's unprepped. You're almost dizzy with the thought of it. You wonder what it's going to feel like- having him fuck you through your heat along with Jungkook and Jin. Namjoon's knot would be the best- the exact things your cramps need. Soon the cramping will fade and the need to be filled will take its place, you can already feel it a little.

Namjoon watches Jungkook nuzzle, you part your thighs further to show and-

Yoongi's teeth bite into the back of your neck, the same second Jungkook’s clamp on your inner thigh, not hard- just enough for you to feel it.

Yoongi's words swallow your whine. "Calm pup- not yet- not until the pack omega says you can." Not until I say you can.

Even having the alphas a little too close could trigger your heat too soon. They're doing their best, trying to stay away. With Jin and Jungkook the risk of triggering a heat isn't quite so scary. But with you, it’s a little unpredictable. The last thing they want to do is have it come too quick.

Jungkook is a good omega. He won't let any alphas come close until Jin says so. Literally guarding your stomach and womb from a knot. It's a little cute, even if it is a little lewd. He grumbles out something unintelligible before he huffs one final time and goes back to sleep. Shuffling his hips, a little, legs splaying like he's trying to alleviate the ache there a little.

There is some murmuring, the rest of them talking over each other while you look down at Jungkook and comb through his hair, Yoongi's fingers dancing across his jaw, hovering on his lower lip, and Jungkook returns to nuzzling into your stomach.

“Three omegas in heat- how are we going to do this?”

Tae's hand grips Jimin's, squeezing hard as they stand in the nest. Namjoon fluffs a blanket over Jin's back. the pack omega's hands deftly tangling with a stuffed bunny you have. ordinarily- jin would never cuddle with your stuffed animals like this- but it fills you with a sense of soft chagrined. The pack omega can want these things, can like these things, nesting doesn't always have to be about protecting- it can just feel nice too.

It doesn't have to be scary, it's feeling less scary already. you don't mind that the alpha's are here, standing around you three and yoongi.

“We’ll manage, same way we always do.” She turns, hair fluffing, she's taken it out of her rollers already and it falls in soft waves. She looks soft, looks like she belongs in the nest. You're glad she's here. You crane your neck and Tae notices, stooping slightly to touch your cheek.

"Mommy alpha? Please?" you start, and behind you, Yoongi mutters a curse.

Tae says nothing, a gentle smile spreading her cheeks, touch your cheek. They're doing alot of that- you wonder why? Your cheeks feel awfully pink and feverish, sensitive there.

The alphas are starting to smell nicer, very very nice, not sweet and cloying like Jin and Jungkook- but musky and tempting. You nuzzle into Tae’s wrist, nose searching for more of the scent. Her fingers itch towards the back of your neck. A scruff would make you so pliant and docile- and she wants to hear you squeak and purr more- like last night.

But Jungkook sits up, eyes beady, snapping his teeth. His hiss loud, "Mine" he's crouched low, prepared to pounce, mouth cleaved open in a snarl- guarding the nest and you. Tae's eyes go wide and Namjoon grabs her around her wrist.

"Kookie-" Namjoon tries to start, but Jungkook just hisses again.

You feel like you're further along than Jungkook is in your pre-heat, the restlessness in you quieted to a tired hum. You comb your hands through his hair as the alpha's make themselves scarce. Tae sends you a long look over her shoulder, mouthing "Sorry pup."

Beside you. Jin sleeps on, a big big big stuffed animal of yours that you might have scented in a daze half asleep (sleep nesting- similar to sleepwalking) pinned under his body. Jin stays asleep unaware of the snapping and light squabbles. Chest rising and falling underneath a cut of sunlight.

The alphas take it in stride, giving Jungkook space. You doze in between minutes, turning sideways to tuck your face into Yoongi's throat and hide from the sunlight. The springtime sunshine streams through the window all yellow and golden. You listen to the distant thunder of your alpha's speaking. Yoongi shuffles out from under and behind you and whispers softly that he'll be back in a minute. You only grumble quietly, and listen to his conversation with the others in the hall.

The soft smacking sound of kisses. "Sorry did we-"

Jungkook nuzzles into your stomach. Distracting you from the conversation in the hall. "No, just need coffee,"

You close your eyes and breathe and when you open your them you can watch the dustmotes swirl above you. Catching the light.

"Thank you- I'm sorry we didn't-" Jimin cuts himself off.

"It's find- Koo just-" Yoongi makes a disconcerting noise. Not a trill but a question without an answer. "You okay?"

If Jimin answers, you can't see it. The world slipping away under the guise of sleep.

"Koo's is hitting quick." that sentence gets no answer. No acknowledgment.

They’re unsure when exactly it will hit either by tonight or tomorrow morning if you’re lucky. You don’t need to ask what the alphas did last night, but as you listen to them in the hall- rolling up some blankets (a decoy nest sacrificed for a sleeping spot.)

You gather that either one or all of them slept outside of the door last night, guarding the door and keeping you safe from any potential intruders. The only people who are allowed to freely come and go is of course- Noodle and Yoongi.

You must nod off at one point, because the next time you wake Jungkook has pulled himself up a little, head resting just below your ribs and Jin is lifting his head up out from under your stuffed animal pile. Sighing sleepily he scents Jungkook’s preheat on the air, dragging himself close to rub a soothing hand down Jungkook’s back. Looking down at the other omega and biting his lips.

At the pack omega's closeness, jungkook's arms tighten around your waist. “They’re not going to hurt us Koo, you can let go.” Jungkook's arms only tighten around your waist further in answer.

“Can’t! Something bad is gonna happen if I let go!” Jin sighs, and you try and tell him with your eyes that it’s fine- that Jungkook can stay right here like this if it helps him, you really don’t mind. 

He leans over you, pressing his nose to your scent gland but you make a noise and pull away. “Your face is scratchy.”

Jin sits back on his heels, rubbing at his face almost angry, frustrated “God damn it.”

“Come on hyung you love my heats-”

Jin scoffs, “Yeah but you-“ he seems to get ahold of himself. He pulls himself over to your and Jungkook’s quiet cuddle. Your legs, Jungkook's, Jin's. You don't know why you're still so tired, even after sleeping the whole night and most of the morning away, exhaustion pulls you down like a lead weight.

The next time you come to your mate's hands pet through your hair and ask if any of you need anything. Yoongi feeds you sips of that electrolyte mix, rubbing across your jaw to get you to swallow down all of it. Clumsy with sleep, a bit of it dripping down your chin that Jungkook eagerly licks at. Lapping at the salt from your lips when you're done in reward.

But the three of you doze, three sleepy omega’s in a nest with little care to the world of the clattering outside in the kitchen and the smell of cooking food. Bread maybe? Pancakes?

Something sweet and syrupy eventually gets pressed against your lips, a strong arm around your waist, a soft croon- one of your alpha’s but it’s hard to tell who that says, “Open up- good puppy.”

Yoongi practices his massage on Jungkook- pushing aches out of all of you with his thumbs and his laughter. You and Jin share the heating pad after breakfast. Pressed first over Jin’s lap and then yours as you press closer and closer until your stomach is pressed up against Jin’s.

Nesting with them is sort of your favorite thing. You don't even mind that the alpha's have joined you in the nest during breakfast. They're still careful and they're still mindful. But it doesn't feel so scary- having them close.

To be pressed belly to belly with your pack omega makes you feel so small your eyelids droop further. Hands loosely tangled with Jin's shirt, his tank top too- one like Hobi's.

Hobi who gets up after breakfast, hair fluffed from a thorough scenting. Jungkook is really good at scenting, knows just how to rub his cheek into the alpha’s until they’re blushing and smelling musky. He’s very intent and particular with it and squirms closer and closer to them until Namjoon detangles him and tells him off.

Hobi sees a break in it and leaves the nest, something you're not allowed to do. Every time you even think to shift away from Jin, he tugs you closer.

“Pup, my pup,” Jin’s going in and out of lucidity, and he cradles you to his chest, eyes dark pools, pupils completely dilated. Hands grasping at your waist, your back, the back of your neck urging you lower, not too low- not in that way.

Jin stops around his heart, tugging you to his chest. Whining. “Pup too tiny, pup needs- I need-”

He holds you there, hand around the back of your neck. Your lips smushed against his skin. Your face pressed to his chest so close you can feel every thump of his heartbeat. You don't understand what Jin is trying to get you to do, at least not immediately.

Yoongi is there, it’s a good thing that he’s there. he takes Jin’s hands away from you and squeezes them. You blink blearily- unaware of just what Jin hints at, his whines of distress and near chirps that Yoongi shushes.

“Jinnie, baby- she is not actually your pup, you’re not-“ He sounds stressed. You want to tell him that you don’t mind but your words are hard to summon. Jin smells so good, his milky cream omega scent impossibly bright against your nose, almost citrussy.

“You don’t have milk sweet thing.”

You know that the instincts to protect and provide for pup and packmate get a little crossed in heats and ruts- but you never imagined that Jin would want to. Your toes curl, and full-body shivers erupt on your skin. Your eyes shoot open, immediately making eye contact with Yoongi- who looks stricken with something that looks an awful lot like arousal. Jin's chest heaves beneath you and he starts to tear up. Lower lip wobbling.

The heat beneath your skin bubbles up to meet him, and soon you'll melt away into nothing but sticky goey omega- you're sure of it. The embarrassment you feel at his urging is only quieted by the comfort you find in his touch, the way he holds you steady and tight. Almost captive. The idea of Jin- of your pack omega- doing that is-

Jin's big eyes are filling with tears, you have no doubt he’d be stomping his feet if he was standing if Yoongi wasn’t gently whipping those same tears away. Is this omegaspace? Is this what Jinnie looks like when he falls soft and sweet just as you do?

You have to help, you have to make him stop crying, filling the air with a rancid scent that's so different from his usual scent that it makes you want to cry too.

You nuzzle closer to his throat, where he's still sweet sweet milky. Lying your weight on his chest, he hisses at the sensitivity of having his nipples brush your shirt and you whimper too. Equally as sensitive there. Your hormones spiking wildly.

But you follow your instincts and the animal lurking beneath your skin that tells you to get your mouth on your pack omega and suck. Suckling on Jinnie’s scent gland, squishy and swollen under your teeth. Worrying away at it between your teeth.

That seems to settle him a bit, he goes lax under you almost instantly, sighing, coming up to cup the back of your head, urging you closer until you go dizzy with it. "Good omega- good little pup." Yoongi wipes a little saliva from your cheek, and your eyelashes flutter.

"The alphas- the alphas next- have to make sure everyone is taken care of- have to s'my pack, my pups." Jinnie babbles.

You wait until he settles and falls back asleep before you stop sucking at his skin and sit up. A little hazy at the edges. Pulling away. You've left several small red marks in your wake.

You’re starting to feel a little restless. Yesterday you’d thought that you could spend the rest of the month asleep and now? Now you fidget. Every time you try and leave the nest the alphas are there, corralling you back to it but you can’t help it. You want to look closer at Jin’s decoy nests in the hall, and the kitchen. You want to hunt down Noodle and maybe brush him a little. Brush him and give him treats and keep him closer and-

You hear the others smile when you say that, babbling mindlessly about this and that. And you know that it’s just your omegan nesting instincts, they’re the same instincts that you feel when you braid Jungkook’s hair, Tae’s too- perched on the edge of the nest. Keeping it away from their faces. Pressing your body along Tae’s side, hands guided by Jungkook, the three of you eat more breakfast to bulk up for the heat, for when you'll want little else but to fuck and be fucked.

But when your bellies are well and truly full, you roughhouse and play as pups do.

Jungkook pushes you down as you tease him by biting into his watermelon before he has a chance to steal the best bite, and he leans low to nip, imitating an alpha growl. It’s a way you’ve play wrestled before, an imitation of the way that Hobi and Jimin and Namjoon fight.

Only sometimes with Tae, less since she’s transitioned and she's deemed herself too delicate for alpha wrestling. You happen to agree.

She doesn't feel delicate when she drags you back by your hips, ignoring the way that they splay almost curious, when she lands a swat over your behind. Not that Jungkook gets any better treatment. Sides drawn over Namjoon's lap, giggling and squirming as half a dozen swats are dispensed over his behind. Just as zoomy as you are. Zoomy but sleepy.

The alphas are keeping an eye out for any sexual contact. “You’ll make it come too quick Koo- for both of you” Namjoon picks up Jungkook and put him back in the nest, away from you and not in the hall. Pouting up at your alpha.

"But hyung- we need to do something other than nap."

"Fine, you can go to the kitchen," Jungkook had perked up at that, "but not a walk Koo, I'm serious, if you were to go for a run right now, I'm not sure all of us could hold Jiminie back."

instincts chaff in strange ways. things that never would ordinarily irritate your alphas turn into grand offenses. like Clanging from the kitchen that comes with a loud shout and puttering feet. as if on queue jimin shouts from a room over.

"The mailman! The fucking mailman just put stuff in our mailbox! I should- I could-"

Tae leans out the door to shout down the hallway. Far away you hear noodle hiss- somewhat agreeing with Jimin’s frustrations.

"Jiminie- calm down, he's just doing his job, he's not here for our omega's."

Our omega's. You like the sound of that. You like the way Tae says it. 'Ours' has a nice ring to it. Relinquished briefly from your exhaustion and with permission- You and Jungkook are free from the nest- enough movement to sate your zoomies.

But not before a bath.

The alphas corral you one by one. You first, Jin second, and Jungkook last into the bathroom upstairs.

You're carried by Jimin and placed there (he almost drops you on the stairs because of how you nuzzle into his throat, his sensitive spot between his collar bones, and the skin over his pulse point is so tempting you can't resist a little nibble.) Tae follows close behind, watching the way your eyebrows pull together, peaking over Jimin's shoulder, teeth buried in his collar bones, and laugh. "Is Minnie yummy baby?"

You just bite down harder, and Jimin curses. His hands and arms remain firm and wrapped around you. Jimin would never drop you.

Huh, you should exploit that.

The shower is unexpectedly docile. Your wandering hands kept from wandering anywhere fun by Jimin's touch around your wrists. he holds you still no matter how much you whine and try to pull them out of his hands. You want to touch but they won't let you.

You try to peer at their knots but Tae picks up your chin and makes you look at just Jimin. You blink water out of your eyes. Jimin puts both your hands in one of his fists and then pushes his wet hair back from his face.

"If you look at us like that pup- what happens next won't be good. We have to make your heat come gentle."

"Gentle" you parrot weakly. Dazed. Shivering beneath the warm spray.

You whine and fight, but Jimin knows- senses you're doing it not to get away but because you like being held, like being manhandled and told what to do. You like the physical reminder that you’re not in control. It's like the play fighting- an imitation of something instinctual.

You squirm until you give in. Tae asks you to move and you move without thinking. Tae asks you to lift your arms and you lift your arms. Every “good pup” makes your brain hazy and your skin hum. Their pheromones are so thick in the air that you swear you can see them swirl. So close and confined to your alpha's your brain falls into a fugue state, almost trancelike.

Tae soaps up your body, cleaning you efficiently, trying not to linger, but it's hard when you keen at every touch, especially your chest, jolting in sensitivity. "I'm sorry pup- oh you're achy here? Mommy promises to kiss them better later." You like the idea of that. You curl close in Jimin's arms while Tae washes your hair. Hissing at every faint brush to your chest.

Places on you are sensitive that never were sensitive before. Your lower back, your chest, your throat. Tae drags the soap into circles and it feels like you spiral down and down. You know you'll be able to scrape together your brain later, but every time you go down into omegaspace it gets a little bit harder to come up for air. Your tether on your lucidity is flimsy at best. As effervescent as soap bubbles.

Jimin gives you light kisses for every order that you follow. his grip on your wrists slowly loostens until he's drawing your arms around his neck and holding you under your behind. "can't have you slipping pup." he says, voice low.

Jimin like you, has trouble speaking through his instincts. but when you open your eyes, he's watching you, keeping you steady and still for tae's touch.

and touch she does, indulging in it. soapy fingers dip low and scrub, inefficent but slow. a soft pleasure that warms you from the inside out, your stays perfectly relaxed. even as you mewl softly. jerking when tae uses the detachable showerhead to wash away the soap suds.

It feels sort of good- getting to scent and talk to and see Tae and Minnie one-on-one like this. Even if seeing them is more like falling asleep under the spray and talking to them is more like whining for your mommy until she gives you stupid chaste kisses to your cheek or forehead.

You tell her they're stupid kisses if they're not on your lips, and she rewards you with a raised eyebrow.

Omegaspace is deceptively hard to get out of, so you stop trying.

Eventually, the water stops falling around you and they help you out, drying off your body with your eyes closed. Arms loosely wound around Jimin’s neck. Tae pinches your cheeks, and you open your eyes before you open your mouth.

You feel like you're hearing everything through water. Yoongi is there and so is Namjoon, watching you with dark eyes, neither afraid nor hungry. tae says something that slips in one ear and out the other. Yoongi holds clothes for you. Just a single shirt, no pants or underwear.

Your body is too sensitive, and won't take or tolerate any more clothes than that- and only if it's his. It will get worse when you're in heat and your body won't be able to take anything touching it but the softest pillows.

Tae pinches your cheeks open gently. There is an orange bottle sitting there on the counter gathering condensation. Dark ink on the side reads 'for emergency uses only.'

You make eye contact with him as Namjoon puts the pill on your tongue.

Feeds you a bit of water, and closes your mouth, stroking your throat until he feels you swallow.

Bitter, It tastes bitter, rancid almost. Your body does not want whatever this pill offers- that you're sure of. You try to fight it, try to pull back, and spit it out. Jimin's rough fingers stroke your throat.

Namjoon puts a hand over your mouth so that you can and Namjoon growls low. "Swallow." You feel the command in your belly, your knees go weak, and you swallow without thinking. They let you go, Jimin sets you down, but still has to hold you up, your legs shaking like a newborn fawn.

"Was that?" You ask, dazed. Your words not making much sense. Yoongi puppets your arms through the holes of a shirt, pulling your wet hair out, stopping it from sticking to the back of your neck like he knows you hate.

"A contraceptive." Namjoon says, "We just have to be sure." You take greedy breaths of his scent. When he takes you from minnie, holding you up. Dizzy, unable to stand if he wasn’t holding you.

"I know pup, I know. Jinnie and Jungkook have to take them too." And when your whines don't cease. "One day" he promises. The rest of your alphas cast dangerously hungry looks over the top of your head.

But things like children, like pups, are not something you've discussed in any detail and with any certainty. Maybe with Yoongi and Tae every now and then. But you haven’t talked about pups like the rest of them have. Not lucidly. You're not thinking clearly right now, you only want pups because of the heat. No other reason.

Still, you pout up at Namjoon upset. Even while he carries you back downstairs, through the quiet house, past noodle sleeping belly up in his favorite window spot, past your shoes organized neatly by the door and to the heat nest. His arms hardly strain as he gets on his knees and then puts you down.

You keep your arms around his neck, looking at him, and Namjoon lets you.

“Mad at me?” You ask, eyes wide and worried, “don want Joonie to be mad at me.” You are so sensitive and sweet in omegaspace.

Namjoon is keenly aware of Yoongi behind him, he’s still a little angry about the car thing. But Namjoon just rubs his cheek against yours in an attempt at mollifying you. “Never mad at you- promise. Never.”

He tries to pull back but you don't let him. The nest is empty except for Jungkook, watching the two of you with wide dark eyes. You think Jinnie must be in the kitchen with your alpha's. You can hear them talk, hear Jin hiss, "I don't need you to carry me Minnie- yes I'm sure."

Namjoon cocks his head at you. Blinking softly. “Would a…” you nuzzle, and Joonie temporarily quiets, his scent thickening as you shuffle forward and settle onto his lap. “Would a punishment help?”

“Puppishment” Jungkook giggles from nearby, hair all ruffled and mused from rubbing his face into some of your plushies. He must like the way that the word fits in his mouth because he says it again and again, in a little singsong voice. “Puppishment pupishment pupishment” he giggles, and you join in laughing.

Namjoon smiles, looking down at the two of you, setting a hand on either of your heads and petting through your hair, you and Jungkook giggle and press your cheeks together. Your giggles quiet and you peer up at Yoongi in the doorway, sipping at a cup of something (coffee maybe? because he hadn't slept well last night- too busy watching over you) waiting until he nods. Giving you permission.

“Maybe? Gentle? just a little pupishment.” Namjoon hums, agreeing.

You go easily and without any squirming, draped over his lap. No need to pull anything down, no panties, nothing underneath your big shirt. At last one of your alpha's is letting you go belly down. You cling to Namjoon’s thighs, almost dizzy with it- the vulnerability and safety in your position.

You can feel yourself dripping, ever so slightly onto your upper thigh and probably Namjoon's leg. you are always so wet and now is no exception. Namjoon has to notice, his fists tightening for a second at the strength it takes him to hold back.

You can feel his restraint in every touch as he starts to rub, taking gentle handfuls of your behind in his big hands, groaning deep.

“Gentle huh? You just want it soft like that right? Soft like you are. thats why you let us do everything for you right? You just want everything soft and good and sweet like you.”

You suddenly cling to Namjoon’s thigh under your chest, almost looking back at him, tucking your face into the covers of the nest and breathing out at the intensity as he strokes over your behind, up and down.

The actual spanks aren’t anything like you’ve gotten before. Namjoon simply lays his hand against your skin a little quicker than a gentle touch. It makes more noise than anything else. And yet your fingers tangle weakly with the nest as he goes. He doesn’t even make you count them.

He doesn’t spend time touching you there or lower to tip you over into outright arousal although even with his restraint you’re embarrassingly close to cumming by the time he pulls back and sets his hand gently over your warmed bottom. Not even pink he’s been so gentle.

He flips you over, and you stare up at him, eyes dazed and glassy. It’s almost like he’s trying to make sure you don’t get too worked up. Despite the half-hardness you can feel first pressing into your stomach, and now, hard and long against your spine. Namjoon isn't rushing this.

Namjoon doesn't pull your shirt down yet, hiked up to just under your breasts. You rub your knees together and his nostrils flare at the smell of slick, he glances down, then back up at you. Your toes curl.

Jk lunches forward to nip at your ankle. Giggling softly. Jk leans his head between your legs and looks.

Namjoon sets his palm against your stomach, and you hiccup. Namjoon’s hands are so big his thumb and pinky stretch from hipbone to hipbone. Your waist is hardly dainty- not anymore- but you feel utterly small when Namjoon looks down at you, jaw rolling, growling out husky, “better?”

You nod, unable to speak or else risk something- some confession of plea that you’re not ready for. Your alpha continues to touch you, your soft belly, mindless swirls of his fingers. Until your heavy breathing quiets. Your alpha- touching you where you’re going to get bred, where he’s going to fill you. Makes you feel like a butterfly pinned to a piece of cardboard.

"Do you think you could tolerate a hole check without cumming?" Namjoon asks, looking conflicted.

"A hold check? Why?" You're still dizzy. "Aren't you going to be in my hole soon anyway?" Yoongi barks a surprised laugh and Namjoon's adam's apple bobs.

"With Jin and Jungkook we've done this enough that we know they've got like a few hours given-" Namjoon swallows, "how they are. But you've slept so much, we don't really know and-" Namjoon pets softly over your stomach. Yoongi is still watching from the door, hiding his smile with wordlessness from the door.

"Your cervix will start to open up so that you can take our knots extra extra deep. But it will only open if you're nearly there."

"Why- why check now?" you ask, you hiccup, sort of overwhelmed. "Not that I don't want to just-"

Yoongi answers from the door. "It means the difference between the alpha's sleeping in the nest or not tonight. That's why Namjoon is asking." He takes a sip, "We should also know, just like- generally- so that we're not surprised." You look at the window, almost dizzy when you realize it's already dark. You are losing time slipping out of your fingers.

You lift your head, shakey. Nodding, flipping back over onto your stomach, and giving Namjoon permission. Yoongi gets in the nest, and on the back of your neck rubbing soothingly.

Namjoon wastes little time. You sigh at the feeling of his fingers filling you- that- yes that is exactly what you want. "Good pup, relax for me" It's hard, and you whimper.

But Namjoon's fingers crook deep, past the first knuckle and all the way to the second. His fingers feel so long and thick inside of you. You clench a little, trying to pull him deeper. You're so tender and hot inside. Yoongi can see it on Namjoon's face the second it registers precisely what your heat feels like from the inside out.

You feel Namjoon Press against something usually hard that has turned spongey and pliable and so so sensitive. So sensitive that it makes your clit twitch against his pant leg, just a little. Jungkook laughs, and you realize he's ducking low, watching.

"Cute"

You whine and squirm and Yoongi whispers sweet nothings to you. Namjoon pets, moving his fingers. Namjoon presses again and after a brief moment of pressure, he slips through. "There we go pup- all nice and open for us, won't be long now."

The hole check is over before it really even begins. Yoongi crouches over you whispering endless praises as Namjoon asks Jungkook where he'd like your slick to go in the nest. It will be soaked with it in no time, but jk still asks for it to be pressed to his tummy.

You watch them, cheeks warming. Watch as Namjoon smears it over Jungkook's soft stomach. A claiming mark if ever there was one.

Jin teeters to the entrance, looking round and pink-cheeked and substantially plied with food. Waddling with Hobi close behind. Jin's gaze darts from you to Namjoon and back again.

"How long?" Of course, Jin knows, knows exactly what Namjoon has done and why.

"Tonight," Namjoon says. Eyes fixated on the pack omega. "probably not until much much later, we can probably sleep so long as nothing triggers her." He turns to Kookie. "You hear that Koo? No funny buisness, alright? You've got to be extra gentle over the next few hours."

Jungkook just blinks up at Namjoon, albeit coquettishly.

Jin goes for a shower next. But it takes significantly more finagling to get him upstairs than it did for you. You’d never imagine that you’d be the obedient one- given your biting and squirming and whining. But you watch them wrangle Jin as Yoongi goes and gets a towel and a brush for your hair. The two of you are gentle and quiet even if the pack omega is anything but.

The truth is, you and Jungkook are purely entertained.

Jin grips the door frame hard enough that the wood creeks, knuckles turning white. While Hobi and Namjoon both try to get him to leave the next, unsuccessfully. Jin’s body jerks and then his head as he lifts his lip and hisses. Somehow he manages to look cute doing it.

"Why you little- don’t you dare tickle me Hoseok." It takes all four of your alphas and eventually your mate to get him upstairs. You grin at them from the nest and watch them struggle.

“I swear to god Namjoon I will scruff you if you try and order me around.”

"Hyung, we both know you'd enjoy it."

Having Namjoon be the bait makes it deceptively easy to corral your plucky little pack omega upstairs to deal with his 5 o'clock shadow and messy hair. Namjoon runs and Jin hunts him down. You wonder if this is how Jin was when he was younger. All mouthy and bratty.

Jungkook usually doesn't feel his grooming instincts too intensely, but the trembling in his muscles stops once he gets the brush in his hand.

You get a little lucid, just a little- while the alpha’s aren’t in the room. the air clearing from their scent. Jungkook sits behind you and brushes your hair. Tugging you close until you're sitting in his lap. Jungkook feels very very warm behind you. Warmer than usual. The shivers and goosebumps on your skin is concerning and your body still isn't self-regulating correctly. but it's a distant worry with jungkook so close and so warm, pressed hard against your spine.

“What are your heats like Kookie?”

Jungkook just shrugs, dragging the brush through your hair gently, tugging out the tangles with a practiced ease. “I don’t know, just like fuckin and cuddling I guess.”

You laugh, cheeks warm, and you can feel the start of it. A subtle swelling need in your stomach, a feeling that has you wanting to protect it and get belly down in the nest where no one can touch it.

No one except Jin and Jungkook and your mate. They'd probably be safe. They'd probably give you belly rubs.

Jungkook’s heat is hitting a little quicker. His body fighting to catch up to yours and Jin’s. You sit in his lap while he combs your hair. Your legs out in front of you, socked feet pushing at the edge of the nest.

At least until Jungkook’s hands get curious.

They skim first over your shoulders, lightly combing your hair into a loose order, then down your back to your waist. The big shirt no pants combo makes you squirm when Jungkook’s hands go around to your front.

Your back arches into his hands, "Sensitive?" he asks, all but pinching your chest between his fingers, massaging gently, feeling where you're big and plush.

"Yeah- they're like- super tender." He hums behind you but doesn’t stop his pinching. Keeping your body taught. You let Jungkook do what he wants with you, dizzy and susceptible to your need to be good and feel good. He cups your chest in his hands, running his palms up and down them- feeling their weight and their give. You don't stop him, you let him touch.

This is what your omega nestmates are for. To check, to make sure your body is safe just like Namjoon did. You have no doubt that if any of the alpha's do anything that Jungkook doesn't like- he'll tell them.

But Jungkook does like it when you squirm and squeak.

You chirp when Jungkook's hands go greedy, rolling your nipples between his fingers. tugging on them gently. His brain is getting away from him- because Jungkook would never talk this way ordinarily. You know very well that he doesn't want pups and yet- his brain and instincts will temporarily convince him that he wants something different.

"Wanna see these swollen with milk for pups, want alpha to put a pup in you, want him to breed both of us so that we can nest together with our tummies-" He giggles, cute, in omegaspace but so lewd with it. "You'd taste so sweet here, I want it- please-"

The idea of having…milk, of letting your pack omega and nestmate feed from you- makes you feel hot and tingly all over. You don't know if Jin put this idea in your mind and jungkook's or if they're both always like this.

You squirm, trying to get away from Jungkook and tell him that this isn't being a good pup and you know it. But before you can- Jungkook's teeth bite into the nape of your neck. Scruffing you and turning you limp and doll-like against his front. Your head goes fuzzy and you stop squirming, completely boneless.

You feel dizzy, so dizzy at it. he doesn't stop his pinch and pull rythem and you wonder why you ever wanted to stop Jungkook, not when it feels so good having his hands on you, so warm. He lets go of your neck with a hum. licking his teeth when they pop free from your skin.

Jungkook's hands are free to inch lower- past the hem of your shirt and between your thighs. Past your tummy and past your pussy, down low. 

Lower than the alphas would like but there are no alphas here, just you and Jungkook and the nest.

You try to back up into him as his fingers tease, wet with slickness from the first brush.  You wonder if you're leaking a lot already- if you're going to get all wet and messy with your heat. You're already so much wetter than Jungkook and Jin get normally. You're glad that Jin put down some waterproof blankets on the bottom of the nest. It's so embarrassing.

(If only you knew. Jungkook's salivating and he's not even an alpha. Waring with the idea of keeping you close on top of him like this, or detangling himself from you to have a taste. To bully his way back between your thighs like he woke up this morning. He should have taken it while he had the chance. He wants to taste your sweetness, your willingness to be bred, the fertility of your heat hot and sweet on his tongue. He knows the alpha's will go crazy for it. They always do.)

“Can’t wait for Alpha to put his knot in your puphole and make you cry, you're so pretty when you cry, wish I had a knot too- it's so so so unfair.” His fingers continue to move, your toes scrunch, at the pleasure, back arching.

“Which one?”

"Which what?"

"Which hole," you ask shyly. About to close your legs until Jungkook pinches and squeezes at your thighs. His fingers dimple in the fullness there. Opening you wide and pinching until you leave them that way- open and ready for the taking.

You eye the door warily. From the sound of it- your pack is preoccupied with wrangling Jinnie upstairs. but the door is open, anyone could walk by and see your pussy spread open like this. like this- you are jungkook's to display and taunt the alpha's with.

Jungkook presses the pads of his fingers over your entrance. Pinky rubbing low until you squirm from a new kind of sensitivity.

“All of them. This one too.”

You squirm, and Jungkook’s fingers continue their small movements, it’s not like he’s fingering you, but his finger ghosts over your hole, then the other. Clean and soft and damp with slick from where your pussy dribbled down, both entrances sensitive and wet and achey.

His purr builds behind you as he feels and feels and feels. Exploring. His voice is warbly and deep from the purr. "I wish I had two pupholes like you do. Girl omegas are so lucky- can take so many knots at once. Knots are so cute and chubby, wanna bite ‘em."

You giggle and he joins you. Two omegas and a singular fever building between you. Neither of you are thinking straight. Neither in omegaspace nor out of it. "I don't think the alphas would appreciate that."

His fingers tread higher, pressing into your clit until you jerk, rubbing up and down it so that your happy scent bleeds higher and higher. Jungkook pinches, and you try to grab his wrist. Gasping and jerking forward.

Jungkook tugs gently, back and forth, just like with your nipples and it's almost like he's trying to milk you there. your socked feet push at the nest but jungkook holds you and you can't get away from it. it's too much. The pleasure pain need of it is so intense you see black spots in your vision.

You're a little panicked, “Koo- koo- can't- please- they’ll be angry.”

“Let them be.”

But after another tug, He lets your clit go and you jerk, resting back against his front. Hiccuping. Jungkook's fingers stay like that between your legs, urging little 'ah ah ah's from your throat. But he doesn't get quite so rough with you again. This time- Jungkook stays soft.

Wetness and the sweetness of slick slowly building and building- not just from you. Jungkook stops teasing you quite so bad and just leaves his fingers at the precipice of entering you. Plugging up the slick and keeping it from dripping out. Resting his fingers just there inside of you, almost like reverse cockwarming. Like he's keeping your hole warm and stretched around his fingers. Ready for the alpha's later.

It's a little maddening. Having him just touch but not move. Have him guard your holes and settle back. There's very little satisfaction in it.

Sweat drips down your temple, Jungkook leans forward to nuzzle it and lap at your cheek.

You're still like that, legs splayed so that Jungkook can play with you and on display When Namjoon and Yoongi round the corner into the nest room.

You jolt at the sudden surprise and try to close your legs, but Jungkook keeps them open with messy fingers. Slick turning your skin glossy when Jungkook holds your thigh open. Yoongi's chest heaves, and he curses low, "Jesus Koo you-" Yoongi actually laughs. Rubbing at his face, cheeks pink.

Namjoon is not amused, eyes going dark. Especially once Jungkook takes his fingers away and lets you gush, just a little. A barely visible trail of slick dripping from one hole to the other as they watch. Yoongi's Addams apple bobs as he swallows.

Namjoon's wearing a dark red mark on his collarbone (probably from Jin given once he caught him) The top of his shoulders crested with faint wetness like he'd unintentionally gotten stuck under the spray of the shower upstairs. But Namjoon looks…steamy. Steaming with anger once Jungkook’s fingers tread lower. He takes your slick and feeds it back up to your fluttering entrance.

It's sort of hot, you clench around Jungkook's fingers and both of them- both Namjoon and Yoongi look, watching. Yoongi covers his mouth, "fuck Jungkook you can't-"

You can feel Jungkook’s grin pressed to the back of your neck, you know what his eyes look like- owlish over the top of your head. Namjoon glares from the doorway, as Jungkook's fingers just barely tread inside and you mewl softly. jungkook spreads his fingers, Holding you open and showing your alpha and your mate how warm and wet you are. Don't they want a taste? Don't they want to feel inside? Jungkook can feel and it’s ////heavenly.

Namjoon's foot depresses the edge of the nest. “Touching what isn’t yours Koo?" Namjoon shakes his head, jaw rolling. "You know better.”

Jungkook does not go easily. Namjoon ends up having to call for backup. Jimin almost slips coming down the stairs. The wooden thud of his ass connected with a step resounding through the house.

Things go from being good to being scary to being good again so fast it gives you whiplash.

Yoongi helps you sit up on your thighs, still too shakey to stand. You don’t need to be held while Jungkook twists and rolls out of Namjoon and Jimin’s hold laughing all the while. The alpha's groan in frustration, unable to get their arms around him for long, unable to subdue him. Both of you watch, Yoongi leans down to kiss your forehead, "You okay?" you shift, uncomfortable. And he produces a wipe from somewhere a hidden stash of clean-up items in the rim of the nest. "Messy there?" he knows you so well. Hands it over rather than clean you himself. Although it's mostly a lost cause.

Jungkook laughs and rolls again while Namjoon curses. Cheek’s pink, scent sweetening while being chased. “Every time” Yoongi informs you, “every time- every heat- Jungkook makes the alpha’s chase him.” His giggle warms your back.

 Jimin tries to get his hands around Jungkook’s wrists but he twists and twists and twists.

You giggle from the nest, at their frustration, at how Jungkook’s clearly enjoying himself. Dodging their hands. But then there’s Tae, there by the door, Crossing her arms and waiting expectantly. All but tapping her slippered foot. Staring down at him completely unimpressed.

It takes them a second to spot her. Jimin does first, straightening up immediately once he spots her glower. Jungkook does not spot her as quickly sliding to the floor with his hands around Namjoon’s waist, grinning, cheeks pink and eyes hazy. Almost pulling his pants down with how tight he grapples with him.

"Jungkook.”

Jungkook looks up, face going pale, shooting to his feet in front of her. Not flinching when she reaches out and pinches his nape. Jungkook lets her and whines through it. “There we go pup, you just needed someone to make you listen huh? Come upstairs. Now.” Jungkook follows, as if in a trance. Unable to tear his eyes away from her. Obediently holding her hand, looking scolded and mildly scared.

Your mate huffs and leans over to scoop you closer, but you squirm. Remembering his promise to let you go outside of the nest once you'd showered.

“Tae is kinda scary when she wants to be.”

“Yeah,” you sigh, staring after her lovingly.

“Do you think you could eat some more breakfast?”

“Maybe.” You say, and Yoongi smiles sweetly. With his arms around you, it's the calmest you've felt, the gentlest you've felt all morning. It's not like omegaspace- although you know you're in it, as you whine against his throat.

Yoongi smiles, “I’ll take that. C’m on.”

You know what awaits Jungkook upstairs, a spanking over the clothes and not under because that would be giving in too much. And any more would surely send Jungkook hurtling straight past pre-heat and into heat.

Jungkook doesn’t understand what the big deal is, it’s going to be a shit show anyways, with three omegas in heat and only 5 packmates to help them through it. It means that no one will be offered a full heat spike of time in between knotting's. Even less because Yoongi doesn’t have a knot (obviously) and probably won’t be able to help as much with Jungkook and Jin like he used to.

Judging from the way you wrap yourself around his back and stubbornly refuse to go anywhere- he’ll be preoccupied during your heat. You stare at Yoongi as he guides you to the kitchen, bumping into the couch and the walls because you don’t want to stop looking. Hobi laughs, coming around you, guiding you away from the lamp. He doesn’t ask what you’re doing out of the nest. He already knows. He’s toting Jin behind him- who looks sleepy and soft and scrubbed raw.

He doesn't talk, probably can't with the strength of his purrs as Hobi sits him down at the kitchen island and starts feeding him. You stubbornly refuse to sit anywhere but Yoongi's lap. A predicament that Yoongi is only too happy to have himself in. Enough that Hobi leans over and teases you with a pinch to your scent gland.

“Huh, maybe you won’t even need us, just want your mate huh?”

“Jinnie and Yoongi and Koo- please Koo,” you parrot, feeling small. Eyes upturned at Yoongi, asking him so nicely for it that he can't help but squeeze around your waist extra tight. You let out a little squeak. As if on cue from upstairs, you hear a loud shout, a tumble, a giggle. Probably the alpha's manhandling Jk into the tub and Jungkook making them work for it.

Yoongi is quite plainly using your squishy-at-the-edges state to ply you with enough fruit to fill your tummy and hopefully tide you over. Getting you to eat over the next few days will be difficult, and he’s trying (and succeeding) to fatten you up in the meantime- just a little.

Most of the food and fruit- the pack's usual rut and heat staples, were prepped yesterday by the others during Yoongi's staring match with the street. The food is mild enough that it won’t bother your stomach.

You are utterly obedient whenever he holds out a piece of food, lips closing around his fingers, chewing and looking up at him, listless almost not blinking. The next time he feeds you- you bite down past the fruit and onto his fingers. Jin has to lean over to pinch your jaw to get you to let go. "Sorry," you say, licking your teeth. Aching and aching and aching. "Didn't mean to just-"

"It's okay." Yoongi just wipes his fingers on a nearby cloth, "You can bite me all you like."

"Can I?" you ask, almost excited for it.

"Of course, I'm yours." You purr, and park for face in Yoongi's throat, and really- it works against him, because now he can't get you to eat anymore, can't until he sighs and starts to pop the buttons on his sleep shirt. "There, happy now?" You suck hickey after hickey onto Yoongi's chest. Echoing each mark for a bit of food.

Hobi leaves because Tae calls for him, not upstairs but from the nesting room, leaving you, Jin, and Yoongi to eat. Eventually, you push at Yoongi's hands, nudging him to the pack omega. Jin eats slowly, eyes on you, pink-cheeked and slow. You're starting to burn a fever and Yoongi and Jin both know it won't go away.

"How will I know when my heat's hitting?" You'd asked earlier, "You'll know" is all Jinnie had said.

When the fruit is maybe half finished you start to hear it- some shouting from the other room. Not Jungkook, not even Hobi who returned upstairs to give Jungkook the remainder of his bath but is coming down now. Jungkook like you- had refused all but one item of clothing at this point. Is only in shorts. Yoongi does not let you scent him as you walk by. Joining the sound of Jimin, Namjoon, and Tae arguing in the other room.

It's a little silly when you see.

They've got the pack's sex toy boxes open in front of them, knots and cocks and dildos all laid out on the edge of the nest, big ones and colorful ones and ones with knotting attachments. The pack doesn't see these things as their replacement but as their best asset in heat.

And yet, they bicker.

"There's just no way- I know you want to do this heat all-natural hyung. But we won't be able to."

"Not unless we take fucking Viagra or something." Tae doesn’t laugh, a clawed hand over her face.

"No way, no one is taking anything. Mini- we can make due."

"My knot is gonna fall off hyung."

"It is not."

"Is too."

"Is not."

They're all overtired, instincts awake and exerted, just the same as you. Yoongi steps through you and Jin to go comfort them at the same moment that Hobi lets go of Jungkook's wrist. The rest of them are inside of the nest room leaving You, Jungkook, and Jin out in the hallway.  

Jungkook widens his stance. Just a little. Powerful thighs tensing.

(At the end of the day, your heat is less of a controlled burn, and more of an explosion)

His dark eyes are wide, tracking the alpha movements, you watch Jungkook watch them. Feeling the sluggish thump of your heartbeat. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Jin mirror him. Feet shoulder with apart, at the ready.

Your heart thuds loud in your ears as you watch the alpha's movements too. All of a sudden, you can't take your eyes off of them. They’re not a threat but not not a threat. You're closest but you still brace yourself.

You physically watch the hair stand up on Namjoon's neck, and the alpha's turn slow. Eyes narrowing. Jin's hand slides from your wrists to your hand, giving you a squeeze before he lets go. Jin's grinning. So is Jungkook- it's a little feral- but it feels it feels-

There is a heat under your skin, burning everywhere your body touches that's not them, like a brand or maybe like a freshly forged string of fate.

it feels Good, it burns but you feel free. Your instincts course through you like adrenaline only worse. You do not feel settled, you feel alive and wild. Strong and powerful. You feel ready. All three of your scents swell sweet, building and building on each other, you sway, a little unsteady. Teetering.

Namjoon's eyes are so wide they could be mini-moons. His chest rippled with a warning growl. "Omega." It's a warning, the lethal purr in Namjoon’s tone says no nonsense will be tolerated.

 Jungkook takes it as a challenge.

For a second, no one moves and no one breathes, but then you're scattering like the rats from Ratatouille. The omegas running and giggling down the hall and the alpha bolting after you, trying to catch you. Legs pumping, moving against the floor.

Yoongi bolts, anticipating your movement the second before you do. He's quicker than all the alphas and he goes for you first. Grabbing you and heaving you up as you giggle and kick your feet the alpha shoots past you.

"No! I've gotta!"

Omegaspace zoomies are so much fun, Yoongi is grinning, lets you down, lets you take another step before he's trying to scoop you up again. A cat playing with a mouse, letting it get a bit farther away before you pounce.

Only you have learned, you did learn from Jungkook earlier, because you twist out of Yoongi's arms.

"Oh no you don't-"

Namjoon lunges for Jin but the pack omega dodges and Namjoon's arms close around nothing. Jungkook is the fastest by far and Jimin's legs pump, almost sliding across the smooth polished floor to get to Jungkook. The omega laughs as he slips out of Jimin's grasp.

You try to follow them but you don't get very far, someone's hands around your wrist that almost tugs you clean off your feet but into a pair of arms. Several pairs of arms, sweet smelling and victorious surround you.

Really, you never had a chance.

There is something in your instinct settled by it, by being chased and restrained. Your alphas can’t have you unless they try- unless they try really really hard to catch you. they won’t be able to take the sweetness between your legs and do something with it unless they earn it.

You get dragged to the floor. Tae's dress feels silky against your shins. Yoongi's hands are rough on your shoulders. Hobi's touch- hard against your thigh. you laugh and try to roll again but this time- you are unable to get away from them.

You look up at them and whimper. Parting your legs in defeat. hot, you feel hot all over.

Yoongi doesn't hesitate, palms you blatantly between your legs. "is this what you needed sweetheart? A little bit of roughness. you're too delicate. too little for things like this. almost makes me think you don't want us to be gentle with you."

you're so hot you feel like you're burning, whimpering out something that sounds suspiciously like "please"

"you need to ask."

you can do little more but chirp in reply. but yoongi wasn't really expecting anything coherent from you at this point.

Jungkook gets the farthest. Almost to the end of the hall before Jimin bares down upon him, pushing him almost to the floor. Jungkook's mouth open in a soundless snarl. Face more animal than human as he paws at Jimin's body. Neither trying to hurt him or pleasure him. Needy and feral.

Jimin tries to turn him over, to get him to present but Jungkook won't. Not until he's in the nest. You should be trying harder to get away. Harder to get out of Yoongi's hands around your waist but you don't, too busy watching.

Namjoon and Jin are similarly wrestling. A little less far into the hall but still farther than you got. The pack omega is belly up, not belly down, making Namjoon work for it to try and twist him around. It's feral and it's a little primal. The way that Namjoon nips at his throat. Jin tries to kick at Namjoon's thigh but Namjoon grabs it and pulls him back by his ankle, Jin's whole body sliding on the floor. 

Tae grabs one of your wrists and Hobi grabs the other, yoongi hooks his fingers into your pussy, one hand around your middle and in a feat of strength that impresses you the small tiny corner of your brain that's lucid- he picks you up off the floor. Heaving you up back towards the nest. Towards safety. yoongi's fingers leave you and you want them back instantly. crying for it.

Jimin throws Jungkook over his shoulder. Namjoon and Jin keep fighting, too evenly matched. Another alpha will have to help him settle the pack omega. Once you’re in the nest, once you’re knotted and docile and fucked so full you can’t move.

You grind back against Yoongi's hips, feeling the hardness there, the cock that's yours yours yours. Almost giddy at the prospect of getting put in your place.

You grin and taste blood.

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Birthday Pup list

Notes

this is another chapter of mindless fluff- mostly because i just could not edit it in time with the last chapter.

i feel like i need to warn you guys that the next chapter! the heat sex stuff! will not be able to be posted for at least another two weeks because i am going away next weekend to the west coast to help my older sister shop for her wedding dress. i wish i was one of the those people who could write on planes but i can'ttttt i have about 3k already written for it but! it's going to take me a minute and i'm sorry!

i didn't origionally intend for there to be so much body worship in this- but i think given the m/c's internal monolouge early in the series, a bit of tummy worship can't hurt.

m/c, me, and everyone looking at jk: i wanna knock him up.

i think i may have gone a bit far with the jin wanting to brestfeed the m/c thing, but i cant even help it it makes me feel so soft in like a horny sort of way i loveeeee it

i don't know why i love the idea of woumb fucking so much, like listen- i know that it's physically impossible in humans and like- that it's all just a fantasy but i love this fantasy.

there was surprisingly more smut in this chapter than i originally intended.

i am also usually not a fan of booty stuff but??? jk + booty stuff??? yes please give it to me, i love that he just plays the m/c like a fiddle.

maybe the use of 'puphole' is cringey but it's also so cute and lewd i like it. let me know if it squiks you or not.

i think i might...be into pussy torture a little...like when jk pinches her clit and is a little mean thats like- so my thing you know. jk goes so feral.

this chapter is a little less like "there are concrete things that happen" and more just me thinking of things i want to write and putting it in <3

[embyrinitalics]

I'd say fever is a classic whump theme🤒

Fine Lines

He can feel her leveling a frown at the back of his head as he keeps watch at one of the open bays, so there's no doubt in his mind that it's for his benefit when she says, "I think I've gathered enough data. You can set us down."

And he knows how independent she is, so it's both unusual and threatening when she asks him at the landing to help her carry a few odds and ends back to her room.

And in spite of the fact that they've gotten friendlier over the last few weeks, she's certainly never gone out of her way to get him alone, so when she lets the heavy drape that serves as the door to her Tabantha bungalow down behind him, he knows he's in for it. Still, he hopes.

He sets down her things, a bit wobblier than he'd like, and mutters a parting "Princess," without meeting her eyes.

"Link," she says. Her voice is quiet, but commanding. It stops him dead in his tracks.

He swallows, his throat all tightness. "Yes, Princess?"

Her fingers find his wrist. A benign enough gesture, but he knows better. Her fingertips find his pulse, lay cool and flat against overheated skin as she turns him around with it. And if she had any doubts, he's sure the expression on his face gives him away.

"You really should've stayed on the ground," she chides him.

"I'm fine."

"You're running a fever."

He fidgets, remembering with a shudder the way the biting winds aboard Vah Medoh seemed to draw the life right out of him and cast it overboard. He murmurs again, "I'm fine."

She wears a sad, incredulous smile at him, fingers brushing at his bangs—ghosting gently against skin, the way they had in Eldin just a few days before. Maybe a sign of affection, maybe a way to gauge his temperature. Either way it makes him shiver.

"Remember that fine line we talked about?"

The room is tilting, and his equilibrium is shot, and he's not even sure if it's from her fingers lingering on his wrist or the fever. He has to swallow again, blink some balance back into the world, before he says, "I didn't want you to have to go up alone."

"I wouldn't have been alone. I had Revali."

"Mmf," he grunts, and when her smile starts to grow he decides it's in his best interests to change the subject. "I'll go to bed," he promises.

"Your hut is three levels down," she scoffs. "You'll probably pass out half way down and fall headlong the rest of the way, and then I'll have no appointed knight at all. I'm surprised you haven't keeled over already."

She turns before he can object, piling extra blankets and pillows on the floor near the firepit. There’s a certain logic to her arguments. An appealing, hazy, attractive sort of logic. But he’s also sure there are a few important people who wouldn’t be pleased to know he had spent the night in her room. The king, for example. Though at the moment he can’t exactly remember why his opinion matters. But he’s fairly sure it does.

She says, when he hasn’t moved and he still seems to need convincing, “You clearly can’t be trusted with your own well being. I just want to see you safely through the night. Please?”

He takes a breath, not sure if he means to tell her that he’ll be fine on his own or that her offer sounds lovely and he’d been delighted to accept, but either way she interrupts, anticipating a rebuttal.

“I could make it an order.”

“All right,” he says before she can threaten him anymore, taking the first uneasy steps toward the middle of the room. “All right.”

She turns, satisfied, and he tries to lower himself as steadily as possible into the small nest she’s built. His legs give out half way down and his knees hit the ground, his hands flying out to catch himself, and he crawls the last few inches to the soft center of the pile.

He finally admits, staring at the floor, “My head is pounding.”

“I’m not surprised.” Her hands alight on his shoulders, guiding him, turning him on his side and then easing his head down. He’s expecting a pillow, so it’s startling when he finds himself in her lap. But he’s too weak to argue, for more reasons than one. She clucks her tongue at him, dabbing gently at his neck and temple with a moist cloth. “You’re burning up.”

This feels inappropriate, and tending to him like this is beneath her besides. But he tries not to think about it. He stares into the quivering fire, letting his head drift aimlessly towards other thoughts: how nice it feels, how long it’s been since he’s had someone care for him like this. It was his mother last, probably, though he can’t remember when. Years, now. He must’ve been something like...

Well. It was before the sword, anyway.

“Sorry,” he whispers, because it’s all he can think to say.

She puffs a derisive laugh. “What are you sorry for?”

He pinches his eyes shut, an awful chill wracking him from head to toe. It’s going to be a long night. He can’t think of a reason—or at least, a way to say what he means. So he doesn’t answer. That’s probably treasonous. But she doesn’t seem to mind.

“We’ve got to look out for each other,” she says quietly, almost ruminative.

It makes something warm in his chest. It reminds him of the night they camped in the canyon between Gerudo and Hyrule Field, when she’d asked him why he was so quiet, and how patiently she’d listened while he dredged up bits of an answer. That front that you put on for everyone else... you don’t need to with me, she’d said.

She’ll probably never know how much that meant.

“Princess,” he murmurs, not quite in his right mind and aching all over. She brushes his bangs back, peers down at him with an arched brow, expectant, until he corrects, “Zelda.”

Her expression softens approvingly, and she dabs the cloth in the bowl again and lays it against his forehead. He watches her out of heavy-lidded eyes, dizzy and prickling and hot. Utterly miserable. Utterly content.

“Thank you.”

She doesn’t answer him, just keeps his forehead cool and rakes her fingers softly over his scalp until he sighs and closes his eyes, and then stops thinking altogether.

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

The afterlife

Summary: You accidentally end up summoning Demon Jack Whiskey Daniels to get out of a bad date. He isn't taking the payment you might have expected.

Pairing: Demon!Jack Whiskey Daniels x fem!Reader

Wordcount: 2.9k

Rating: E

Warnings: fluff, angst, feelings (so many feelings), creepy Jack (he is a Demon after all), smut (unprotected sex), implied pregnancy, alcohol mention, bittersweet end

A/N: look, Demon Jack came out way sassier and softer than I intended. This does not have a happy end. There's latin and French in there, both languages I don't speak, so if there's any mistake, I'd be happy if you point them out lol

Your first post pandemic date wasn’t supposed to be that big of a failure. Brian’s online profile looked great. 35. Good looking, but not in this I’m throwing it in your face kinda way. Has a dog called Bernie. Works for the city.

What he didn’t include in his profile was that he was the most boring person you would ever meet.

You had only moved to the city earlier that year after getting a new job. You didn’t know many people except for your colleagues. You had spent most of the time decorating your new apartment. Trying to find out the best take out place (it was the Thai place across your workplace). Signing up for a gym and only going there twice before you forgot about it.

Brain was perfect in writing. He was charming, intelligent, funny. But… Apparently only in text. Maybe he was nervous? You nodded at him with an encouraging smile as he told you about how his mother had called him off work because she couldn’t figure out how to install her new TV.

“So I got home earlier and helped her. No wonder it didn’t work for her. She had set the TV in Korean,” he laughed and you fake laughed with him.

“Sounds like you spend a lot of time with your mother.”

“Oh yeah. She’s living with me,” he shrugged, taking another bite of his salmon.

“Okay…” you couldn’t stop yourself and he looked at you.

“Oh it’s not how it sounds. I’m renovating our old house and she hasn’t found anything new yet.”

“Oh okay. I understand,” you nodded, internally screaming.

“Can I get you something?” the waiter approached and you nodded.

“Whiskey on the rocks,” you said and saw Brian frown.

“Anything in particular?”

“Statesman if you have it?”

“Sure thing, Sir?”

“Nothing for me.”

You watched the waiter leave, hoping he would hurry up. You really needed the drink to survive this date.

“You drink?” Brain asked.

“Occasionally.”

“Good to know,” he mumbled and continued to eat. Yeah. You should get out of here.

“If you’ll excuse me…” Brian said and got up from his seat. You smiled and nodded after him, groaning when he was out of sight. The waiter appeared and set a glass of whiskey down in front of you.

You picked the glass up, snorting to yourself as you read the writte golden lines on the glass out loud.

"Faber est suae quisque fortunae." Every man is the artisan of his own fortune. Or woman. You shook your head before you brought your glass to your lips, took a big sip of the whiskey, enjoying the burn down your throat as you closed your eyes and tried to think of a way to get out of this disaster of a date. When you opened your eyes you saw a man sitting across from you that definitely hadn’t been there before. He looked out of space. Like a modern cowboy with his mustache and hat. Dark eyes found yours before a smile spread to his lips.

“Well Sugar it certainly has been some time since I’ve been summoned like that,” he winked and you frowned. Looking over your shoulder to see who he was talking to.

“Whatcha looking for I’m talking to you, Sweetheart,” he said when you looked at him again.

“Uhm. Not to be rude cowboy, but who are you?”

He gave you a million dollar smile, his hand coming towards you over the table.

“Jack Daniels, Demon, nice to meet you,” he winked.

You blinked at him, trying to decide what was more confusing. His name or that he introduced himself as a demon?

“Demon?” you asked, taking his hand to shake it but he didn’t let go, bending down to kiss the back of your hand and you flushed.

“Sure. You summoned me,” he said, giving you another wink, releasing your hand.

“I.. What?”

“1999 Statesman whiskey and the catchphrase and here I am. So what can I do for you?” he leaned back, looking at you expectedly as you tried to make sense of the words coming out of his mouth. You saw the waiter, vaguely pointing to your empty glass and he just nodded.

“You want me to believe you’re a demon?” you said.

“Sure thing. Need proof?” he asks and you nodded.

“You just moved here this year after having an awful job at a restaurant to pay for college. You prefer spending time alone instead of with people and you only haven’t walked out on that awful date because even though you know Brian, who’s almost back by the way, and you won’t end up together, you still have hopes to maybe get laid tonight.”

“That proves nothing but that you might be a weird old man or stalker,” you said.

“Okay. First of all, rude. Second of all look into my eyes,” he said and you did just when his eyes turned completely black for a second, all white gone and you gasped. Shrinking back from him and blinking your eyes and his were back to normal. The waiter came and filled your glass and you just motioned for him to leave the bottle.

“So…” you took a sip, “let’s say I believe you. What am I supposed to do?”

“Ask for whatever you want and you shall receive it.”

“Sure. And I should just give you my soul in return or what?” you snorted.

“Nah. Got enough of those.”

“So what do you want?” you asked.

“Maybe I just wanna save a woman in need?”

“Need for what?”

“That’s for you to decide,” he winked.

“But you better decide quickly, cause your date is coming back.”

You just looked at him, still not sure about what the fuck was happening but you just shrugged and he grinned.

“Uhm excuse me, I was sitting there,” Brian stopped next to your table.

Jack looked up at him, looking him over before he looked at you. You just gave him a small nod.

“Really? You are cheating on me with him?” He gave Brian a disgusted look and you were too shocked to answer.

“Cheating? Look man I didn’t know…” Brian held his hands up and you looked at Jack with big eyes.

“Cheating?” you pressed out and Jack just huffed.

“Really Sugar. Is old Jack not enough for you?” Jack notioned with his head towards Brian who was looking at you.

“Sorry... Babe?” you said, trying to look guilty.

“Unbelievable,” Brain muttered and left on his heels to walk out of the restaurant. You looked after him before your eyes landed on the cowboy demon in front of you.

“You know I could have handled that on my own, right?”

“Oh I know, but now you owe me,” Jack grinned, before a glass magically appeared in his hand, that he filled with the whiskey you had ordered.

“I thought you just wanted to help a woman in need?”

“And I did.”

“I didn’t ask you for it.”

“You did nod though, which technically is enough for a contract with a Demon,  but that’s not really the point. I’m a Demon not a lawyer.”

You groaned, massaging your temples, feeling the beginning of a headache.

“Well…” you emptied your glass and got up from your chair, grabbing your purse.

“I’m too tired for this and frankly I’m not sure if I believe all of...” you gestured towards him “of this. So I’m going home.” You looked at him, his eyes already on you. You felt a shiver run down your spine, but it wasn’t fear.

“Okay. I’ll bring breakfast tomorrow,” he shrugged and you rolled your eyes.

“I like french croissants,” you said over your shoulder as you walked towards the door.

“I know,” he called after you and you shook your head.

The thought of potentially having made a deal with a demon you weren’t even aware of, made it difficult to fall asleep for you. At least that’s what you told yourself. It wasn’t the way you got lost in his eyes. How his eyes never left yours, even when he was talking to Brian. Never in your life had a man given you this much attention and you only spent 5 minutes with him.

What could he want from you? He said he didn’t want your soul. What were you ready to give him? Deep down you already knew you were ready to give him anything he wanted.

“Pathetic,” you grumbled to yourself as you turned on your bed so you were facing the window.

The smell of coffee woke you up slowly. You smiled to yourself, stretching your limbs, before you turned back to your side and blinked your eyes open.

“You look awfully pretty when you sleep, doll,” Jack whispered. He was lying fully clothed next to you on your bed, his hat missing. He had taken his jacket off but safe from that he was still wearing the same outfit as yesterday. And you should be afraid to find a stranger in your bed fully clothed, while you were wearing only an old college shirt. A stranger you definitely didn’t let into your apartment. Instead you felt a weird calmness as you looked at him.

“Do I even want to know how you got in here?” you asked, and Jack smiled.

“I can get anywhere I want in the blink of an eye. Comes with the whole being a Demon thing.”

“So if I told you I want a petit déjeuner formule from the little bakery near Montmartre in Paris I have been to a couple years ago…”

“Give me five minutes,” he winked and was gone in the next moment. You let your head fall back onto your pillow, before you got out of bed and got to your bathroom. You quickly washed your face before you went into your kitchen where for some reason coffee was freshly brewed. You didn’t question it before you filled your favorite mug and took a big sip. Walking back to your bedroom you stopped at the door when you found Jack back in your bed with three plates filled with croissants and all kinds of stuff.

“There’s a time difference from 6 hours to Paris,” you said suspiciously and he looked up.

“I can eat all of those by myself,” he just said.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” you said and joined him in your bed.

“Okay so you are a Demon,” it was an hour later and you were in a french patisserie coma.

“Yes.”

“Why?” you turned your head to look at him.

“Made a deal with a Demon before I died so I could still take care of my family. But that was a long time ago,” he said.

“How long?”

“300 years? I think. Might be a bit more.”

“Okay. So you’re a 300 year old Demon who I accidentally summoned and now what?”

“Now we get to know each other.”

“Why?”

“Do you need an answer for every question?” he furrowed his brows.

“Imagine you accidentally summoned a Demon, wouldn’t you want to know what exactly that entails?”

“Valid point there. Okay. I told you, I don’t want your soul. I might have played a little role in you accidentally summoning me. Frankly, I’m tired. And I think you’re very beautiful and if I can make you fall in love with me, I could finally rest.”

“You have that all figured out huh,” you snorted, shaking your head.

“I do,” he shrugged.

“That doesn’t sound like a good deal for me? What exactly happens to you if…” you struggled to finish that sentence.

“If you fall in love with me?” he grinned and you slapped his shoulder.

“Focus here, Cowboy. Doesn’t it sound a little unfair that you’d finally get to rest while I, if I fall in love with you, get to mourn over you?”

“I didn’t say it was a good plan.”

You rolled your eyes.

“I’ve been watching you for a while, sweetheart,” he began.

You snorted, “Stalker,” under your breath.

“And I think you’d benefit from falling in love with me. I’m pretty damn awesome.”

“And totally not full of yourself.”

“Comes with the territory. Look. I wouldn’t ask you for this if I didn’t think you could take it.”

“What? Falling in love with you?”

“Letting me go,” he said and reached over, his fingertips brushing over your cheek. You were drawn in by his eyes again.

“I can’t,” you whispered. You saw his face fall for a second before his smile was back.

“That’s okay. I can wait. What are a couple of years more?” he joked.

“Jack....”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s a lot to ask for.”

“Yeah. Even more so when you’ve never been in love before.”

His face softened at your words.

“I’ll just stay your friendly patisserie Demon then,” he winked and you chuckled.

There was a loophole.

Years went by since meeting Jack. He was in and out of your life, making time to see you in between his busy Demon schedule. Everytime he asked you if you were in love with him yet, you answered with a shake of your head and a clear no. You said no when he asked you after he waited for you in your apartment with dinner after a shit day at work. You said no after he asked you when he first kissed you. You said no after he asked, when the two of you had sex for the first time. You always said no. And he never questioned it, always answering you with a soft kiss, before he had to disappear again.

He wasn’t stupid though. He knew you were in love with him. Who spends 10 years with someone, without loving them? And you could feel it. You felt that it was time. Time to let go.

“I know what you’re doing,” he whispered against your neck that one night. He was slowly fucking into you from behind, his arms around your body as he spooned you from behind. You tilted your head as his lips sucked on your neck.

“It’s been ten years and you won’t say it,” his hand dipped between your legs, touching your pussy where he thrusted into you before he began to roll your clit between his fingers.

“You won’t say that you love me, because you don’t want me to leave,” he whispered against your ear and you shuddered.

“Jack please....” you whimpered,

“I do love you,” he sucked on your earlobe, his thrusts getting deeper and faster. You felt a tear running down your cheek

“And I will never be able to give you what you deserve, sweetheart.”

You came with a silent cry of his name and he fucked you through your orgasm.

“Shit I’m gonna cum,” he groaned before you felt his release inside of you, tears blurring your vision. You felt his breath in your neck, before his arms pulled you even closer, his lips kissing your shoulder.

“I just want you to be happy sweetheart. I want you to have the family you dream of. I want you to grow old with someone you love. I can’t give you that.”

You swallowed before you turned in his arms and kissed him.

“I know,” you whispered against his lips. He smiled.

“I told you you would fall in love with me,” he said and you felt a new wave of tears as you  looked at him.

“You should have stayed my friendly patisserie Demon, Jack,” you whispered and he sighed.

“Yeah.”

“I’m gonna miss you,” you whispered and he kissed you again.

“I’ll find you in the afterlife,” he promised and you snorted.

“This is your afterlife you idiot.”

“Well I find you in the after afterlife. I’ll wait for you.”

You let your hands run through his hair, taking a mental picture of him, trying to remember every detail, before you kissed him. You closed your eyes as you leaned your forehead against his.

“I love you Jack Whiskey.”

It wasn’t easy to find the grave of someone who died over 400 years ago. It took you almost five months and some very strange phone calls before you found yourself in a graveyard in the middle of Texas.

There he was, Jack Whiskey, 1676-1718. It was one of the oldest graveyards in the states, of course he would be here.

“You told me, you could never give me what I wanted,” you said as you looked at the old stone, feeling silly for some reason as you talked to it.

“And I know letting you go was the right decision. You deserved to rest, Jack,” you brushed the tears from your cheek.

“But I wasn’t prepared for how much it would hurt to let you go,” you whispered.

“I hope I’ll see you again. In your after afterlife,” you smiled.

“And I hope that wherever you are, you get the chance to see our daughter grow up,” you rested your hands on your belly.

“I love you, Jack,” you whispered, touching the grave stone, before you turned around and walked away. And you didn’t know if you imagined it, but just before you opened the door to your car you felt like you heard Jack whispering “I love you too” as the wind made the fabric of your dress sway around your ankles.

[cow-smells]

You’re Mine [Eli Hawk Moskowitz x Reader]

Requests: 1. there’s a new girl on miyagi-do, she’s classmates with sam, hawk, miguel, tory, robby, demetri, etc... for some reason, she and hawk didn’t like each other (he can be on cobra kai or eagle fangs, that’s your choice), and one day they make a bet, which this girl wins. hawk has to be her slave for a whole week. BONUS IDEA: a stolen kiss during a fight. maybe admitting feelings for each other? i’d love that! ( @berriewrites​ ) 2. love the hawk smut but i’d also love some fluffy hawk about him secretly liking the reader who’s in miyagido but he tries to act all tough and hide it (anon) 3. AHHH CAN WE GET SOME HAWK FLUFF!? I love the idea where you swear that you don’t like him and you guys make eye contact from a distance when he’s standing with his friend group and you’re standing with yours and you get flustered and he can tell and he smirks and just ahh (anon)

A/N: this took so longggg this came out longer than expected (and honestly i could go on, but i wanted to get this out already) + real life has come hitting all at once and its been overwhelming lol. thanks for being patient and sticking around <3 i enjoyed writing some fluff (amidst a flurry of smut reuests loool :)

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Summary: You don't like Hawk. He's a bad person, that much you know for sure. You're ready to make his life miserable when he loses a bet with you, but then you actually have to spend time with him...

   You didn't like this.

Forgiveness seemed to be a virtue that evaded you. Eagle-fang and Miagi-Do were uniting and everyone seemed to be all for the union – except for you.

Some things were simply unforgivable. For you, Hawk breaking Demetri's arm was one of them.

You and Demetri became nearly inseparable friends when you both joined Miagi-Do. He had told you all about his former friend Eli and how he'd abandoned him in the favor of bullying him in any way he could come up with; that bullying taking a turn to the extreme when Hawk took to breaking bones.

    Demetri had since forgiven him, but you hadn't.

Demetri had a softer heart than he let on, and he missed Eli terribly, so when the latter suggested they work together he gladly accepted.

But you were more objective about the situation, as you weren't a part of it, and forgiving such cruelty was beyond you.

    The one good thing about the dojos coming together was the intense dedication that grew on everyone. Now that you had a common enemy, many participants would hang around in Miyagi-Do's dojo long after training sessions, training until you could hardly move your limbs.

     The sun had ago long fallen when you and the remaining students took places around a mat, ready for the sparring session to begin.

With Daniel and Sensei Lawrence gone, you had taken to writing down names and pulling them out of a bowl to decide on sparring partners.

    All the negative emotions you felt channeled in to great excitement when Miguel called your name – followed by Hawk's.

You could have sworn you saw a look of something you couldn't read – concern, perhaps, or fear? Before he seemed to share your excitement as he stepped on to the mat with a grin that was almost predatory.

    Two could play at that game.

    “You're as good as dead,” you said, your voice dripping venom. Hawk's smirk just grew.

    “Is that so, princess? I'd like to see you score as much as a point.”

A light bulb lit in your mind.

    “Yeah?” you taunted. “What if I get three?”

Hawk laughed. “You got a lot of confidence, don't you? I'll tell you what. If you can score three points on me and win, I'll...” He bit his lip as he thought. “I'll let you boss me around for a week. Whatever you want.”

The blood rushed through your veins, ready more than ever to fight. You were grateful for the lack of your sensei, knowing this nonsense wouldn't stand if he were here.

    “Deal.”

    “Are you guys done?” Miguel huffed, standing between you two, ready to referee. “Good. Bow.”

    You bowed without intent and got straight to attacking. Hawk didn't expect it; he came from the dojo that prides itself on strike first and yours cared mainly about defense. You earned your first point within seconds.

    That only served to throw Hawk off his game further. He dived in right away for the attack and was caught unprepared when you fell, sweeping his leg.

    You earned your second point.

By that point, Hawk might as well have been fuming out the ears. His brows furrowed in anger as he looked at you like you were the most vile thing he had ever seen; that satisfied something within you.

    The flurry of hits and misses was so rapid you were caught unprepared when you managed to land a punch on Hawk, Miguel's voice rising as he named you victor.

    Hawk huffed, clearly exerted. You smiled. “You're mine.”

You were fully intending to use this bet to its full potential.

The next day was Saturday, and Hawk, true to his word, showed up at your doorstep at 9 p.m sharp, just as you had ordered.

You paid him no kindness when you opened the door, not exchanging a word with him before demanding: “Helmet?”

Hawk handed you a helmet, not looking particularly pleased about the situation but not being able to stop himself from taking in an eyeful of you anyway.

You needed a ride to tonight's party – that's where Hawk came in, beginning his work for you as a personal valet. Accordingly for the event, you were dressed meticulously, showing off your best features – and if you were to judge by Hawks reaction, you were on your way to turn heads.

You climbed on the motorcycle after him, circling your arms around him loosely; but when he kicked off and started the ride, you couldn't help but tighten your hold.

    The party was overcrowded with people from the moment you got there; Yasmine's parties tended to get a bit... excessive.

You ditched Hawk the moment you got sight of your friends, ditching the helmet on his bike to run over to Sam, Moon and Yasmine.

Yasmine didn't hide the dirty look she sent at Hawk. “Ew. Who's the freak?”

You grinned proudly. “My valet. Ignore him. Actually...”

You looked over to the drinks table; someone had tapped a keg and it was being swarmed with people.

    “Hey, Hawk!”

Hawk turned to you, the slightest furrow in his brow as he had already joined his own friends. You pointed at the drinks table. “Vodka soda!” you ordered.

He rolled his eyes, but did it anyway. Your friends watched wide-eyed as he obeyed you wordlessly, bringing over the drink. “Anything else, princess?”

    “Yes,” you gave him a judging once-over. “Don't drink tonight. I want to get home in one piece.”

He bit his cheeks and glared at you before growling “Fine” and returning to his friends.

At some point you didn't even want a drink any more, it was just fun ordering Hawk to go fetch you another one; and so, you found yourself unintentionally drunk, laughing mindlessly at anything said and swaying on your feet.

You didn't even know how late it had gotten when Hawk came in the living room looking for you, ready to go home as most the others already had.

You had earlier made him promise to take you home as well, and – something you were quickly learning was, Hawk was definitely a man of his word. He spotted you half-sprawled on the couch, laughing with Yasmine at something you didn't fully register. Your cup was askew in your hand, contents about to spill over when Hawk grabbed it out of your hand, placing it on a table nearby.

    “Come on, Y/n. It's time to go.”

    “Not yet!” you grinned gleefully, taking hold of his wrist and shaking it dumbly as you spoke. “Later! We're having fun!”

Hawk placed his free hand on yours that held him. “It's four AM, Y/n, time to call it a night.”

    You didn't reply, instead resorting to pouting like a child.

His eyes softened (the puppy eyes never failed to work) – but his jaw clenched. “If you don't come now I'm leaving you here.”

    “Fine!” you hurriedly rose to your feet, using Hawk for balance. “Bye,” you pouted at Yasmine childishly as Hawk pulled you away from her and out of the house.

The sudden quiet of the outside was nearly overwhelming, Hawk's voice sounding too loud for you. “How am I supposed to get you home when you're this drunk?”

    “I'm not drunk,” you answered instinctively, knowing that you very well were.

    “If you can make it to the bike in a straight line, I'll believe you.” You look at his bike, ten feet ahead. You decide to keep holding on to him. “That's what I thought. Listen. You gotta stay awake, okay? I can't have you falling off in the middle of the road, or making me sway, because then we're both dead. Got it?”

    “Dead. Got it.”

Hawk didn't look convinced, but placed a helmet on you and buckled it anyway.

It was about ten minutes in to the ride when Hawk pulled over. He turned to you, his voice as serious as he could make it; you simply smiled, somewhat dazed. “This isn't going to work.”

    “Hm?”

    “Y/n!” Hawk called, trying to wake you up a little. “Don't fall asleep!”

    “Yes, sensei.” you slurred. Had you been any more awake, you might have noticed the way Hawk's eyes widened at that.

Hawk had to refocus himself to go on. “I'm serious. Look... My house is closer than yours. You can sleep it off at mine, and I'll take you wherever tomorrow. Okay?”

    “Okay,” you shrugged, your mind not caring about much other than regaining the warmth of Hawk's body pressed against yours.

Minutes later you pulled up at an unfamiliar house. Hawk unbuckled your helmet and set it aside, helping you off the bike and guiding you inside, motioning Shhh as he led you through the corridor of his darkened house until you reached his room.

The most natural thing for you to do the moment you saw a bed was to collapse on it. In the seconds Hawk turned his back on you to find you Pj's to wear, you had fallen asleep.

    Looking at you on his bed, Hawk exhaled heavily. He was very aware of your hatred of him; what he couldn't understand was, if everyone else forgave him, why not you?

It certainly didn't help that you looked the way you do, that you were talented, and that everyone loved you.

So Hawk undid your shoes and pulled them off, laying a blanket on you before leaving you to sleep.

    You woke up groggy, somewhat hungover and in a strangers room; an interesting start to the day.

You didn't really want to leave the comfort of your lonesome in the room but it was clear you would have to face the music at some point, so you womaned up and left the room.

Following the smell of food cooking, you walk down a hallway to find a red-haired man in the kitchen, his tattooed back to you, muscles flexing as he flipped a pancake.

With his hair down, it took you a moment to register who you're seeing; who's bed you spent the night in.

    Hawk.

Your first instinct was to groan, to cower in to yourself in regret; but then you remember how tenderly he treated you the night prior, making sure you got safely to a bed, letting you have his bed.

You swallowed your pride and stepped in to the kitchen. “Morning.”

Hawk's shoulders jumped in fright as you startled him; you couldn't help but giggle. He quickly rightened himself, straightening his back and flexing his abs as he turned to you.

    He was good looking and he knew it. You hated him.

However, you felt your power returning to you as he couldn't help but look you up and down, your disheveled clothes revealing a bit more than they had the night before. Hawk inhaled sharply, reminding himself of who he was, how he was supposed to act: unfazed.

    “Bout time you got up.”

You frowned, looking at the kitchen clock. “What do you mean about time? It isn't even noon yet.”

    “Yeah, well,” Hawk flipped a pancake on to a nearby plate. “You wanted me to take you to the mall today, right? I have practice later, so it's gotta be now.” The Eagle-fangs were holding weekend practices of their own, something you weren't a fan of.

    “Jeez, fine,” you sneered, allowing yourself to sit at the kitchen table. Amidst the chaos that was waking up in Hawks bed, you had totally forgot you previously asked him to take you out today. Yasmine's parents were making her take tutoring lessons, Moon was doing some spiritual healing thing and Sam was with Miguel, so you were left all alone – but you certainly didn't intend on spending Sunday at home, doing nothing.

    Hawk finally shut off the burner and joined you at the table with a stack of pancakes and two plates in tow. “Eat away your hangover. I'm not gonna hold your hair up if you hurl.”

Breakfast with Hawk ended up being a surprisingly civil affair; so was shopping. There was something exciting about dragging him along after you, shop after shop, having him carry your bags and modeling clothes for him. And honestly, you were loving the effect you had on him. You knew he was trying to hide it, but you could see the way he grew antsy when you tried on bikinis. You loved teasing him, knowing he couldn't have you.

    What also didn't hurt was the way you two turned heads walking down streets together. You were undeniably gorgeous, and he... While at first you thought it was the bright red mohawk that grabbed peoples eyes, after a close inspection you couldn't deny he had fair features, too. You had to look away whenever he tensed his jaw, accentuating his jawline, or if God forbid he smiled, you had to deny the way his smile made your stomach knot up.

    As though to top off the experience of him, by the time you finished shopping, Hawk would have been late if he was to take you home, so you suggested he take you to practice with him and just take you home once he was finished. And oh my... You did not need to see him fighting. Having a whole hour to see his biceps flexing as the threw punches was doing you no favors; when you were both practicing you were too busy with yourself to notice him, but right then you had a whole hour to do nothing but stare.

At the end of the practice you rose when Hawk approached you, ready to go. When his sensei understood you were waiting there for him, he asked Hawk, “Yours?”

Hawk didn't answer; he merely smirked that Hawk smirk of his. His sensei nodded proudly. “Nice.” Creep.

You had a couple more days to squeeze the most you could out of your bet, and by all means were you planning on using them.

Hawk was taking you to school and home every day on the back of his bike – to Miyagi-do, too. It became a regular thing to see you two together, and if anyone was expecting you, they expected Hawk, too.

Just as the previous mornings, you and Hawk walked in to school together. Seeing your friends, you bid him goodbye and went to join them, your eyes lingering on him a bit too long as he said hello to Miguel.

Yasmine's jaw dropped as she looked at you, her expression scandalized. “What?” you asked.

    “You're totally in to the freak!”

    “What? No,” you denied – but even as the words left your mouth, you could hear your lack of conviction. “No.”

You looked back to where Hawk and Miguel stood; this time, he caught your eye. Then, with total audacity, he winked at you.

You felt heat rush through your body.

The smirk that grew on him suggested he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

    You hated it.

Deciding to put an end to this madness, you wordlessly leave your friends and march up to Hawk, a new rage running though you.

He stopped talking with Miguel when you reached him; Miguel visibly tensed at what he felt was a dangerous situation for him to be in.

    “Sidebar,” you ordered. Hawk smirked.

    “After you, princess.”

You hoped no one would notice when you lured him in to an empty classroom, but in all honesty, it was you and Hawk. There were always eyes on you two.

You turned to him once you were engulfed in the silence of the room. “Listen. I don't know what you're playing at, but cut it out. I own you, got it? Don't go winking at me in the hallway like I'm your girlfriend or something.”

You expected to see him cower, blush, show any sign of intimidation – but there was no such emotion. The smirk he wore only grew in confidence. “You sure about that?” he asked cheekily. “Because it seems to me like you'll find any excuse to be around me.”

You couldn't believe the audacity of this boy. You were stunted for words; he went on. “Be honest with yourself. Once the week is up, you'll still find reasons to talk to me.”

You bit your cheeks; you hated how he was right, how he read you so easily. “And look, I'm done playing this game too.”

Your stomach dropped. Was he about to reject you, without you even confessing? “I'm not playing with you,” you tried to say intimidatingly, but your voice came out too small for comfort.

    “Me neither. So...” Hawk looked down at you; you could have drowned in his ocean eyes. You averted your gaze to the side, crossing your arms.

    “Fine. We can call it off early.”

Hawk chuckled. You wanted to punch him. “You still don't get it, do you?”

You returned your eyes to Hawk, ready to chew him out when he placed his hands on your cheeks, pulling you to him for a kiss.

You could feel yourself melting in to the kiss, feeling a rush of adrenaline run through you as you finally got to experience what you didn't want to admit to yourself that you craved so deeply.

When he finally pulled away, he kept his hands on you, your noses nearly touching. “I've wanted to do that for a long time,” Hawk admitted.

You half-smiled. “It's only been a week.”

Hawk had burst in laughter, his thumbs caressing your cheeks. “You still don't get it.” Before you could protest his words, his lips met your once more.

    Maybe you could find it in you to forgive him, after all.