#when its good its very good. when its not its just boring and not very good

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

⋆⭒˚.⋆ Self-On Kode with Haechan ⋆⭒˚.⋆

idol!Haechan x f!idol!reader

summary: what better way to promote your new music than to do an interview with your boyfriend?! Does he know that? No!

(cw: f!reader, idol!reader)

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You were grinning widely as you sat in the pink chair. You bowed to the camera introducing yourself with an excited smile, "Hi everybody! I'm so excited to be here today. The staff and I have planned a bit of a prank today."

Your friendship with Haechan had started when you debuted. Haechan was one of the first idols around your age that you felt comfortable with. He was funny, nice, and was a good friend. He gave you a lot of advice on how to handle the long days, how to speak up with your company, and how to take care of yourself when it all got to be too much. And perhaps... taking care of yourself meant indulging in your friendship with Haechan, in private and in public.

The fans had surprisingly been pretty cool about both of you being close. It wasn't very often that fans got to see two idols from different companies have a genuine friendship. They liked seeing the two of you play around backstage, the random mention of each other in YouTube vlogs or lives, and the very few and far between posts you shared of each other.

When the edits evolved from 8 whole minutes of the two of you being the best of friends to the both of you being secretly in love for 11 minutes, maybe, just maybe, you both began to see each other in a new way. Maybe you guys went on a date to test the waters and maybe that date meant that the two of you became something more and maybe this video would be one of the first times you both directly acknowledged your romantic relationship. Well, beyond standard wordy posts that your companies put out to disclose your relationship.

You smile at the camera, "today I will be pranking my boyfriend Haechan. He thinks he's doing this interview with someone else and has no clue its me!"

Finally, on the other side of the wall, enters the set and sits himself in the blue chair, "Hello, I am Haechan from NCT. Today I will be using the screen name Sunshine and I am excited to figure out my partner is. I think I'll figure it out very easily."

On your side of the wall you, cup a hand over your mouth to suppress a giggle, "I'm going to be so annoying!"

"Hey," you type, biting your bottom lip to keep yourself from laughing.

"Oh, it's starting!" you hear Haechan exclaim. You phone vibrates with a message that reads, 'hey.'

"Geez, he's really boring isn't he? Let's make this more exciting!" You laugh, typing back something you don't think you'd ever tell your boyfriend to his face, "wow, I know this is a handsome man I'm talking to. Tell me, are you handsome?"

Haechan flushes in front of the pink wall with his jaw dropped in shock, "w-what?!"

You calm down a bit, not being as bold with your flirtation so that the both of you could progress the conversation. You both make small talk, talking about base level interests. Then comes the home screen exchange. You'd been preparing for this!

Since no one ever really saw your homescreens, you and Haechan had decided to have cute matching backgrounds, a cute couples selfie you'd taken together. What he didn't know, and you didn't tell him because he was so whiny, was that you had changed it. So he sent you an blurred version of his usual background, a picture of the two of you with you biting his cheek and his eyes screwed shut laughing. You knew the picture well, not only because you lived it but also because you had the picture that followed as your own background before you changed it for this interview.

Haechan's phone dropped from his hands, eyes blown wide in shock again. The staff were busy laughing behind the camera while you sat with a smug smile, listening for his reaction. "Is this real? Is this actually your background?" You read the message that had been sent to you.

"Why wouldn't it be?" You message him back.

Haechan doesn't even look at his phone again, he locks his screen and sets it on his thigh. He groans, rubbing his hands through his hair and over his face, "how do you turn someone down nicely?"

You bite your lip when you hear that. Your plan had worked, your precious Haechan was flushed and embarrassed. You type back, "do you know NCT Haechan? He's so talented and funny. I'm a big fan, are you?"

"Yeah, it couldn't be more obvious," Haechan grumbles, staring at the homescreen. He can't look at any of the apps or notifications because he's staring at his own face! A collage of pictures of him-- only him. Pictures of him from his debut to pictures of him from his last performance.

Maybe he was speaking to some kind of comedian, it was some kind of joke that happened to revolve around him. He'd watched some of these interviews before and it never worked out that one person knew who they were texting and the other didn't. This had to be some kind of strange coincidence.

He somehow expertly turned the conversation around, evading your question and changed the conversation into something more lighthearted. Then comes the first Would You Rather. The question: would you rather make a burping sound while farting or farting sound while burping?

You take a second to think, considering the question then finally send your answer, "I think I'd rather make a farting sound while burping."

"Really?" Haechan replies, "why is that? I mean I agree, but I'm curious to hear your reasoning?"

"Tell me yours first," you reply.

"Well mostly I don't want to feel the rumbling feeling of a burp in my butt," Haechan types out.

"He's so gross," you mutter as you read the screen, "he's such a guy." And yet you type out a message, "wow, that's so manly of you.."

Haechan runs his hand through his hair, "how would someone read that and find it attractive?"

Again, he doesn't address your flirting. He maneuvers around it, he doesn't want to be the guy that hurts yours or anyone's feelings, even a stranger's.

By the time the both of you get to the end of the interview having just sent the most recent pictures in your camera roll to each other, Haechan feels a horrible ball of anxiety in the pit of his stomach. You had sent him a picture of a flower from some bush outside and he had sent you a picture of the products that had been used on his face before the interview. (He'd sent the picture to you.) How is he going to handle this?!

He looks up from yet another flirty message with a look of unease, "you guys don't do these things with crazy fans right?"

The staff reassure him that no, they absolutely would not ever do anything to put him or anyone else in harm's way. His partner is just a silly person, a jokester.

You, on the other hand, are a ball of excitement to reveal yourself. The time comes to meet your partner, though you already know yours. You prop yourself on the wall, one hand outstretched against the wall and the other on your hip.

Haechan rounds the corner and sees you. You flip your hair, winking at him with a, "hey, handsome."

He falls to his knees, hand clutched over his heart while he lets out a sigh of relief and a loud exaggerated whine, "how could my own lover do this to me?!"

It takes both you and the staff to calm Haechan down, but you eventually get him to sit in the chair of the high top table and get the frown off his face. He's still pouty of course, and he lets you know so, "how could you do this to me?"

"With the help of my managers, your managers, the production here at Kode... duh," you answer, squeezing his knee beneath the table reassuringly.

"You're so funny," he deadpans, "but seriously, I was so stressed that I was going to have to see a real life crazy person and turn them down while maintaining my safety. Thank goodness it was a real life crazy person I already knew."

You shove his shoulder with a laugh, "so you had no clue who it was?"

"Absolutely no clue," Haechan confirms, "I did think that this was going to be easy at first, but you came on so strong that I had to mostly focus on getting us to have a normal, not flirty conversation. Did you have fun stressing me out, my menace?"

"The best time ever," you nod with a proud smile.

Haechan lets out a breathy laugh, more of a soft exhale of air as he pulls your hand up and pressed a kiss against the back of your hand, "I'm never doing an interview with you ever again."

"You say that now, but you're my biggest fan. Don't you want me to be successful? How can I be successful if even my handsome, sunbaenim boyfriend won't help me?" You tease, looking at him with a look all too innocent to be real.

"Oh right. Please make sure to check out my girlfriend's first solo debut. The music is amazing, her voice sounds like angels singing, the music videos are award winning, the outfits are out of this world and there is nothing like it in all the world. Please support her... or I will have to," Haechan states with a fake smile while looking right into the lens of the camera, letting his smile drop into a pleading face for the ending.

"Yes, please make sure to check out my solo! I appreciate it," you smile at the camera, bowing to show your gratitude. While you fulfill your promoting duties you miss the adoring look on Haechan's face. The way his eyes soften and he looks at you with a calm, serene look of love.

You look at him with a soft smile, "can you forgive me for my prank?"

He tugs you into his side, his arm wrapped around your shoulders, "I can make an exception if you promise this will be the last time you prank me."

"Well, of course," you answer too quickly. A lie, of course.

The conversation between you dwindles down and the two of you take your selfie. You smile brightly at the camera with your head tucked beneath Haechan's chin, Haechan smiles sweetly at the camera with his usual close-lipped smile. It's the first selfie as a romantic couple that anyone will see of the two of you and it makes you slightly nervous, but more than anything you're excited for people to see just a sliver of the dynamic you and Haechan share, the love that's there.

"Thank you to the team at Kode for having us and thank you to the fans in advance for all the love and support. I hope you love it," you smile at the cameras.

The video ends with the screen fading to black, but if fans listen closely, they can hear Haechan reassuring you, "everyone is going to love it, honey. How could they not love anything you do?"

[golden-bubblebee]

OH MY GOD this is such a big gripe for me!! I love my baba lots, but he has this idea that

1. Animation = boring and for kids

2. Animation = it is all the same

And I'm like!! No!! I even pooled anime into it just to get my point across, comparing the storyarc of Death Note and I think Prince of Egypt. Bc there is no comparison!!! They're two wholly different movies!!

And I agree, some animation does look more 'childish' (read: more rounded out 3d animation, like rise of the guardians) and some movies are better at finding that balance between 'adult jokes and themes vs child jokes and themes'. Emperor's new groove is a film that I think is very good at it. Personally, I think frozen less so. So guess what! I'm not rewatching frozen! It wasn’t my jam! But not because of the animation. Frozen has beautiful animation! Those don't go hand in hand!

Guess what, some of my favourite movies are from 1969 and 1993. On modern tellies, they are grainy blurry films. This doesn't stop my love for them!

I tried arguing this with him again when he was watching Love Death Robots on Netflix, an adult animation series in which every episode is its own shortfilm, and they're all animated differently.

I said 'okay what abt LDR then. You like watching that. That's also animation!' To which he replied 'no but LDR is different'

Maaaan. The difference is ofcourse that LDR is not a family film. There is nothing about that animation that's meant for kids. Well guess what, neither are Death Note and Naoki Urasawas monster! Those are animations, and they are big and scary!

Plus, I do also think that automatically assuming animation is only for kids, because it is animation is just plain wrong.

I tried using Big Hero 6 as an example. 'It's a film about a guy who loses is brother in a horrible fire. It follows his story of falling into a depression because of it, and slowly crawling back out when he goes on a journey to find the cause of his brothers death, and avenge him'

Does that sound like 'kids only' to you???

He then shrugged and said 'animation just isn't my thing'. Which, I do think, to an extend, is fair. Sure, you prefer irl people films. I can’t really say anything because I personally am not a big fan of live action films.

But there is one difference that gripes me:

Animation always looks different. Look me in the eye and tell me that Atlantis and tangled are the same style. I dare you.

Ofcourse there is stylistic overlap (Atlantis, Treasure island, prince of Egypt - Moana, frozen, tangled) but the messaging and themes of each film is different. Treasure island is a darker film, with pirates and tech and futuristic objects. Prince of egypt is oranges and reds, nature and architecture and a vast expanse of nothingess. To me that's like saying 'Oh I didn't watch Into the Wild, because it has real people in it. I watched the Matrix, and that had real people, and that wasn’t really my thing.'

It's not an argument I will win with him soon, mostly because he is so strongly convinced that kids movies ≠ family movies (if it's for kids, I can't enjoy it! Even if they deal with heavy topics like bad familial bonds, mourning and depression, having your dreams crushed, losing all hope, and so on) and that animation = animation, even though there are strong stylistic differences in it.

Maybe next time I should tell him that news media and social media are the same thing and that I don't go into newsmedia bc I get all my info from social media instead. Watch him get an anheurism right there in front of me.

animation being treated like a genre instead of a medium is something that actually makes me go insane. beauty and the beast is a romance. the emperor's new groove is a buddy comedy. big hero 6 is a superhero movie. moana is an adventure film. the lion king is a drama. treasure planet is sci-fi. if i was talking to someone who hadn't seen these movies before, and they weren't specifically interested in animation as a medium, then i wouldn't necessarily assume they'd enjoy all of these. and that's just disney movies! try telling an anime fan that fruits basket and fullmetal alchemist are the same genre and see how they react!

[artemisiasmuse]

rafe cameron x fem!reader

this one is for the boys in the polos… he just gotta give me that look, when he give me that look then the panties comin' off

or reader is kinda tipsy and rafe looks a little too good in a black polo (3.1k)

cw: 18+ mdni, p in v, tipsy reader, possessive and a bit obssesive rafe but that’s expected, starts off with reader down bad but he very quickly matches your freak <3, praise k!nk, size k!nk, he has to make it fit :>, sweat k!nk(?), no protection (wrap it up!), dumbification if u squint

the neon blue mixer you’d been drinking all night was tasting more and more like candy than anything else and you could tell it was finally having its intended effect. rafe had made sure you weren’t given anything hard, he didn’t want his baby to be too drunk before he could make his way over to you. you’d gotten to the party hours ago and you had scarcely seen your boyfriend, he was busy doing business. sure in the grand scheme of things it wasn’t that long since you spent most of your day together but when your friends’ conversation started becoming boring and your feet began to hurt you wanted nothing more than his strong arms supporting your weight. usually he’d be against your back, biceps curled at the side of your head while he held you close. the pout on your lips was beginning to feel impossible to remove and the pathetic sighs were increasing in frequency. if you didn’t see him soon enough you’d go looking for him, to hell with his wishes that you stay out of his business. you mumbled something about getting more to drink, your cup still practically full as you walked on your damned platform heels in search of your man.

as if he could sense your growing impatience rafe was making his way downstairs. he could probably find you with his eyes closed as he made his way down, watching your body move through the crowd, in that damned baby blue tank that you’d worn cause “it matched his eyes”. he loved how you looked in it but hated that everyone else probably did too, especially since you sacrificed a bra for it. there was a pout on your shiny lips, your arms crossed as you looked around, looked for him. he wasn’t any better. he’d been thinking about you the entire time you were apart, wishing he was fiddling with the hem of your shirt rather than dealing to idiot college students. he stepped into your space, you recognized his cologne before you could register his presence, the expensive and overwhelming scent somehow comforting you, a large hand clasped around your waist and turned your body towards him. and it was as if you could finally breathe you looked up at him, your shoulders dropping and with it the tension you hadn’t known you’d been holding. blue eyes softened as they met yours. he looked too good, you hadn’t seen him when he left, he’d headed out early while you got ready with the girls. low light and his tan skin against the black polo accentuated his features and muscles. your arms looped around his neck before you even spoke and rafe’s lips curled as he watched the frustration in your eyes be replaced with need. your big doe eyes looked up at him, slightly glazed over from your drink and something he shared. as you raised up, your shirt did the same and his thumb swiped against the soft skin of your stomach. just enough contact to make you melt even more.

“‘missed you.” your voice came out small, almost a whine. oh his poor baby. he leaned down, forehead resting against yours and he didn’t care what it looked like, he’d do anything for you. no one would fuck with him or you regardless. the pout was back on your lips and rafe hated it.

“sorry angel, let me make it up to you hmm?” his hands caressed your skin, distracting you from your frustration, and the soft squeeze of your waist thoroughly removed any doubts from your mind. with a slight nod to your head, rafe removed one hand, the other coming to rest on your lower back as he pulled away and led you two away. heads turned as rafe moved you through the party, a satisfied smile creeping onto your lips now that your boyfriend was by your side and rafe felt the same. he could finally relax.

when rafe decided you’d reached your destination he removed his hand. you were on the other side of the house now, there were less people around and an empty couch rafe pulled you onto. despite the room for three people, you were promptly pulled onto his lap, not that you minded, you would’ve ended up there anyway. you leaned your head back to face him, the only downside to being on his lap was not being able to stare at him properly. rafe chuckled at something you weren’t privy to, you didn’t know how transparent you were when you were drunk. it wasn’t even the alcohol anymore that had you in such a state, it was him. the smell of his cologne, his strong thighs under your own, the possessive curl of his arm around your middle, it all had you so far gone you couldn’t even notice his amusement. his hand came up to press a thumb against your lips, his large hand cradling your face easily. god he hated when you pouted, your pretty glossed lips looked so much better when they were smiling, laughing, and especially when they were around him. the cold metal of his ring pressed against your cheek and you shivered.

“hey i’m here now.” you nodded, grabbing his large hand with two of your own and pressing a sweet kiss to the thumb that had been trying to force your lips into a smile. your wide round eyes always gave away your true feelings, you were fine now but you wanted to give him some hell, and he’d let you. rafe smiled at your actions, always so damn adorable.

“yeah it’s just you look really good, kinda wish i could’ve had you all t’myself.” the air left his lungs at your boldness, he knew it was the alcohol making you so careless with your words, but it didn’t matter when he was finding it near impossible to control himself. you were back to looking at his chest, you could easily meet his eyes but no you were just drinking in how tight the polo looked on his arms, how broad his shoulders were, how even though the material was dark you could see his pecs stretching it out, his gold chain peeking through under the collar taunting you. god you needed to buy him more black shirts maybe even a size too small. rafe caught onto your gaze, you had hardly been subtle. his jaw clenched at the way your thighs shamelessly pressed together as if he couldn’t feel them move on his own. he’d had enough, his hand moving down the side of your body, tracing your curves as it landed its target, thick fingers digging into the plush of your thighs, this finally made you look up. this time his laugh was less comforting, you’d been caught. his lips were on yours in an instant, and the force of his kiss made you squirm on his lap, his hand slipping under your skirt and making you gasp. you tried to match his energy, his tongue swirling in your mouth, drool collecting on your tongue and you wanted more. the slight roll of your hips made rafe pull back abruptly, could you even feel how hard he was or were you that far gone? the hazy look in your eyes and slight drool slipping past your lips gave him his answer.

“get up.” he glared down at you, the blue being swallowed by black and you watched his jaw tick in impatience. your body warmed at the way he looked at you, not angry no he was desperate for you. you knew the feeling. you nodded dumbly, a smirk curling his lips as he stood unceremoniously, you stumbling to catch yourself. he would’ve laughed had he not been so pent up, offering a hand as he led you away with fervor. it wasn’t to his car though, no you were going deeper into the house. anticipation coiled in your stomach, your lace underwear drenched through at how forcefully rafe was acting with you. you almost tripped at how quickly he was moving, his long legs making it hard for you to keep up, he didn’t care. you wondered if it might have been better if he threw you over his shoulder at this point. the thought made you even dizzier. rafe tried every doorknob before one opened, an empty guest room that you were being ushered into.

“what are-“ rafe pushed you back gently onto the bed. your mind caught up to his actions, you thought you were going back home, you were supposed to be leaving. the way he was looking down at you, made your skin prick with heat, you’d be lucky if you made it out of this room alive. his arms caged you on either side of your head, veins protruding and muscles taut from tension. he was gonna make you start begging for it if he didn’t act soon.

“not making it home.” the gruff answer was all you could take, a desperate sound crawling up your throat as you fisted the material of his polo and pulled him into a kiss. sloppy and feverish, you were more so trying to consume him than kiss him and he gave in, groaning as you bit his lip hard. at least now he could finally get his hands under that scrap of fabric you called a skirt, tracing the edges of your laced panties as you gasped at the ghost of his touch. and just like that he had the upper hand again, he could feel your nipples pebbling against his chest and he didn’t bother removing his clothes, he knew you liked how he looked with them on anyway. instead he was shoving your legs open, looping one around his hips to make space for himself, drawing a gasp from your glossed lips.

“what do you mean-“ your wide eyes looked up at him, hands instinctively curling into the fabric of his polo. eyes dripping with need and adoration, he wished he could keep you by his side forever he felt so fucking stupid for leaving you in the first place. the way you looked at him made his heart break.

“need you now, fuck do you even know what you’re doing to me?” narrowed navy eyes glared down at you through long lashes, tearing your underwear and skirt down in one fluid motion, the cool air against your sticky cunt making you shiver. “gonna burn this, everyone can see your tits, pissing me off all night.” rafe shoved the blue tank top up your chest, your breasts recoiling and bouncing down to rest against your chest, nipples hard and tempting. mesmerized, rafe was thanking every deity that he was the only one fortunate to see you like this.

“rafey-“ a whine of his name was all it took for something in him to snap out of his trance, without warning your legs were being hoisted over his shoulders and he was unzipping his pants. he was painfully hard and you groaned at the feeling of his weepy tip pressing at your entrance, shaking your head furiously for him to continue. you knew it would hurt, rafe had to prep you before taking him but clearly neither of you could care at the moment. your poor cunt spasmed as he shoved his way in, being pushed out once or twice as you felt your walls spasm in pain at the intrusion, all the while getting wetter in a frustrating dichotomy. such a stretch you couldn’t help the whines leaving your lips, rafe was cursing under his breath at how fucking tight you were. when he finally slipped in he let out a sigh of relief, one he’d been holding since he left your side those few hours ago. your warm wet walls enveloped his tip, holding him tight like he’d ever even want to leave. you felt so good he couldn’t help but want to propose to you every time, he had to hold his tongue the first time you let him hit raw. his calloused thumb reached down to stroke your clit, jolting your body and making you grab onto his shoulders even tighter, trying to relax you so he could be all the way in.

“so fucking tight baby god you feel like a dream, never gonna leave you again.” he gritted the words out, your nails now scratching at his back as you tried to ground yourself. rafe pushed against every ring of resistance, bullying his way in and you felt a lump in your throat, panicked that it was somehow his tip. you could feel every vein, every curve molding your cunt to take him.

“s’too big.” you whined and he pressed a kiss to your forehead. a moment of reprieve from the way he was treating you.

“you can take it, you’re my good girl right?” you squirmed under him at the praise, cheeks puffing up as you huffed out a frustrated breath. you were so damn adorable, rafe fought the urge to bite you. you didn’t respond, continuing your fight to adjust to his size. “let me hear you baby, ‘missed your sweet voice.” his words came out low and sweet, an adoring lilt to his tone that you know he only reserved for you. a siren beckoning you to your demise.

“yes rafey, im yours.” you had barely processed what he said besides the praise, you were slowly adjusting to him and the pain was giving away to pleasure. your adoring, annoyingly accurate, boyfriend had angled you just right so his tip pressed right against your sweet spot. you could feel him hot and angry inside you, leaking precum adding to the mess between your thighs. you didn’t have any space left so all of your arousal was dripping down your crack, pooling on the sheets in an obscene puddle.

“fuckkk that’s right you’re mine.” the kiss he pressed against you was less desperate than yours, sweet and slow, like you had all the time in the world and maybe you did. the weight of his body pressing into yours to kiss you was a welcome one, calming your nerves and reminding you of home. when he pulled back his blue eyes stared into yours, creased at the ends from how he smiled at you, you felt shy all of a sudden, closing yours eyes as you smiled and nodded for him to move.

despite how badly he wanted to rail you into next week he started out slowly, fucking his length in and out of you until he didn’t have to push into you each time. “shouldn’t have looked at me like that pretty girl,” you were starting to grow feverish, he was purposefully missing where you needed him the most, moving too slowly to scratch your itch. his words finally caught up to you, realizing he wanted a response before he gave you what you wanted.

“l-like what?” the sweat running down his neck looked tempting, you wondered if you reached up would you be able to taste him, but that would prove difficult in your current position. rafe could see your hungry gaze trying to work something out, his dick twitching at how even now, when he was 9 inches deep you were still desperate for him. he’d made you like this he knew that, how could he blame his poor baby?

“like you are right now.” your eyes flickered up to meet his, you were caught once again. you didn’t care any more, he was yours and you were his.

“can’t help it-hah-black suits you.” rafe scoffed at your indignant response, ramming his hips a bit harder than he intended and making you cream around him. there was a white ring forming at his base and he’d make you clean it up after. by now he’d had enough, he couldn’t ignore how painfully hard he was much longer.

“blue suits you baby, but just mine.” his sentiment was a bit insane in hindsight, you should have recognized that but you didn’t really care when he slid all the way out and rammed into you. the bed shook from the force of his weight pressed down into yours and you screamed. you were guessing it was his name but it didn’t matter because the next few times it definitely was. rafe was fucking you mean and hard, your legs were far past his shoulders as he slammed his hips against yours his rip bruising your cervix and your g-spot every thrust. you were shaking after being filled by him and then being left empty, every time your body went into shock from the sensation. he chanted your name and a string of curses, drops of his sweat and a few tears mixing on your cheeks and falling into your mouth. the pressure building inside you felt like a dam ready to burst, your orgasm came abruptly, and rafe didn’t even slow down a bit when your walls spasmed around him, trying desperately to hold him still. your back arched and violent shivers ran down your spine at the sensation and subsequent overstimulation. smalls hands shoved his shoulders and it was useless when he had you close to a second orgasm in seconds, as an apology for the sting he pressed a kiss to your ankle between thrusts. the second orgasm was warm and fuzzy, your mind going a bit numb to the pleasure and you’d blame him for making you so cockdrunk if he teases you later for what you were about to do. rafe felt your tongue lick a long wet stripe along his jawline, his sweat salty on your tastebuds and you hummed at the taste. he was close to coming from that alone. a groan left his lips, rumbling deep through you, washing over you like a silent command.

“rafe come inside please.” he slowed down at your words, thinking he might just knock you up if you keep talking like that. with the mean mating press he had you in, it wouldn’t even be difficult.

“fuck want it to-ugh-drip down your legs for everyone to see huh?” you whined at his words, nodding furiously and he smiled down at you, proud of how equally unhinged you’d become. your wish was his command, after all. he drew you to another orgasm before driving his hips into you again and cumming into you, making sure every single drop was given to you. his hips flush against you, with no space for anything to slip out, effectively plugging you full. with the cloud of pleasure slowly drifting away you started to feel the aches in your body and between your legs. no one would see anything because you’d have to be carried out. he rolled off you, pulling your underwear up your legs and making sure his cum didn’t slip away from you, it felt so disgusting but you didn’t have the luxury to worry about that. you were more worried about how you felt like you’d been body slammed by a linebacker. rafe looked thoroughly fucked out, you wondered how bad you looked. he didn’t tell you that he’d have to fix your makeup before leaving the room.

“don’t think i can walk.” you turned towards him on the bed, pulling your shirt down which he watched unabashedly. instead of frowning or faking some kind of empathy, the fucker smiled.

“hell yeah” you shoved at him and he laughed, pulling you closer as if it were possible, your forehead pressed against his. “don’t worry baby i’ll carry you, plus you were kinda slowing me down anyways.” a roll of your eyes and a twitch of your lips told rafe that you’d be okay, he’d pamper you tomorrow and maybe fill you up again, and again, just to see how it would look like running down your legs. you’re the one who asked for it, how could he deprive his baby?

[losermuse]

Yandere! Alpha x Alpha fem! Darling

TW: 18+ (mdni), suggestive content, misogyny, non-con touching, manipulation, drugging. AN: an intro for my first yan oc!

The hierarchy dictated everything—everyone was classified by their secondary gender: Alpha, Beta, or Omega. And you? You were rare, but not in the way most expected. A recessive Alpha—stronger than a Beta, yet lacking the overpowering dominance of a true Alpha.

Yandere! Alpha, the top of the top, was a ruthless mogul reigning over the pharmaceutical industry with his paracetamol empire. Wealth, power, status—he had it all, handed to him on a silver platter.

With his striking blonde hair that caught the light and piercing grey eyes that seemed to see straight through people, he was a force to be reckoned with. It wasn't just his wealth or influence that turned heads, his looks alone were enough to command attention. People flocked to him like moths to a flame, their intentions clear in every word and glance.

He could smell their greed, their ambition, their desperation. It was all too predictable—how they spoke, how they grovelled, how they fawned over him in hopes of getting closer to the power he wielded.

But it bored him.

Still, despite his dominance, even he had a flaw. A single, nagging flaw that set him apart from others of his kind was his heightened sense of smell, especially when it came to the pheromones of Omegas. The scent was foul, and cloying, an assault on his senses that he couldn't escape no matter how hard he tried. It was overpowering, suffocating—a constant reminder of their weakness.

So when it came to choosing a secretary, he sought someone who could keep up. Someone on his level. A Beta wouldn’t do—they lacked the edge and an Omega was out of the question.

And then there was you, capable, sharp—someone who wouldn’t crumble under pressure. More importantly, yours was the only scent that didn’t revolt against him, a delicate trace of jasmine and pear, intoxicating yet unobtrusive.

Yandere! Alpha was impossible at first, demanding, short-tempered, and a complete hard-ass but you never cowered, never gave him the satisfaction of seeing you flinch. Every sharp remark was met with calm composure, every unreasonable demand handled with quiet efficiency, even as you secretly fantasized about strangling him. Of course, working for him had its downsides, endless paperwork, last-minute schedule changes, and an unhealthy reliance on caffeine just to keep up.

There were moments you wanted to quit, moments when his ‘tantrums’ tested even your patience. But the pay was good—more than good. The kind of money that meant early retirement before you even hit forty. So you endured, managing him the way a babysitter might handle an overgrown toddler. Every scowl and pen he threw your way was met with nothing more than a polished, professional smile. After all, at the end of the day, it was the paycheck that mattered most to you.

–

“It’s just a job. Just a job.” You sighed, staring at your reflection in the bathroom mirror as you fixed your hair, muttering to yourself. 

Gripping the sink, you leaned forward, your voice dropping to a firm whisper. “Think about the paycheck. Think about that beach house, the early retirement, the drinks with tiny umbrellas…”

A sharp knock at the door interrupted your pep talk. His voice came through, sharp and impatient. “Are you planning to hide in there all day?”

Rolling your eyes, you straightened up and forced a smile. “Calm down. I’m coming.”

–

Yandere! Alpha hated you for that at first. You were an Alpha, yet you took his bullshit without so much as a flinch. No challenge, no defiance—just quiet, unshaken obedience. It was unnatural, Alphas were supposed to push back, to fight for dominance. You didn’t and yet, that very contradiction fascinated him. Your scent, subtle yet distinct, only fueled his obsession.

Yandere! Alpha strolled through the sprawling garden with his business partner, the soft hum of polite conversation filling the air. The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting long, golden shadows over the perfectly manicured hedges and flowerbeds.

They paused near a small wrought-iron gazebo, its trellises adorned with blooming jasmine vines. The delicate white flowers seemed to glow in the fading light, their sweet, intoxicating scent drifting on the breeze. His gaze lingered on the vine, a small tendril twisting and curling around the iron bars as though trying to escape.

“The jasmine thrives here,” the business partner remarked with a smile, gesturing to the vine. “It’s strong and persistent but without proper support, it would sprawl aimlessly, consuming everything around it.”

Yandere! Alpha's lips curved into a faint smirk, his eyes fixed on the twisting vine. “Support,” he mused. “Or control?”

The man chuckled, oblivious to the weight behind the question. “One and the same, aren’t they? Left unchecked, it becomes something elegant. Something made to fit.”

Yandere! Alpha reached out, running his fingers along a curling vine, feeling tension in its tangled growth. “Control,” he murmured, almost to himself. “Without it, even the strongest things can lose their way.”

He plucked a single bloom, rolling it between his fingers before slipping it into his pocket. The jasmine’s scent clung to him, delicate yet persistent, much like you. Untamed and unmarked, but not for long.

He’d make sure of it. One way or another.

That was how he set his plan into motion. A secret project, developed in the depths of the black market, funded by his endless resources. He gathered the best minds—the kind of scientists who thrived in the shadows, the ones who made breakthroughs that could never see the light of day. 

Yandere! Alpha tasked them with the impossible: a pill that could rewrite biology itself. A pill that would erode an Alpha’s dominance, stripping them down until they became something else entirely.

Something softer. Something obedient.

Something like an Omega.

The key ingredient? You.

A single strand of your hair, taken when you weren’t looking, was all they needed to tailor the formula to your recessive Alpha DNA. Since you were already closer to the middle ground, the transition would be easier. It wasn’t an instant transformation—no, that would be too obvious, too reckless. Instead, he had them design the pill to work slowly, altering you on a cellular level, little by little until the change was complete.

And then came the execution.

Every morning, your coffee was already waiting for you the moment you stepped into his office. At first, you’d questioned it, wondering why he was suddenly so... considerate. But he brushed off your doubts with a curt, "It's the least I can do for my favourite secretary."  

“Okay….”

It became part of the routine, a small luxury amid the daily chaos of working for him. What you didn’t realize was that, with each sip, a carefully measured dose of the pill slipped into your system, silently working its way through your veins.

At first, nothing changed. Days passed, then weeks. He watched, waiting, studying you for any sign of weakness, any shift in your scent, your demeanour.

“Busy morning?” he asked one day, leaning lazily against his desk as you reached for your cup.

You exhaled, barely sparing him a glance. “Always.”

He smirked as you took a sip, completely unaware.

Good.

Patience was key, and he had plenty of it for once.

It began subtly, almost imperceptible at first—a faint weakness that crept in like a thief in the night. Gradually, it grew, a steady drain on your strength, leaving you feeling as though your energy was slipping through your fingers like grains of sand. Your rut, once clockwork and reliable, was now inexplicably delayed, and the suppressant you had always trusted seemed to have failed you entirely.

Saturday came a day set aside for you to work alone, as usual, with no one else in the office. He’d insisted on it, of course, leaving no room for argument. You stepped into his office, trying to steady yourself against the sudden wave of dizziness that hit you the moment you crossed the threshold. The room seemed to spin slightly, and his scent—the rich, intoxicating notes of sandalwood and tobacco—became almost overpowering.

You placed a hand on your forehead, trying to ignore the heat building in your body, but it was becoming impossible to focus.

Yandere! Alpha noticed immediately. His eyes flickered to you, narrowing slightly with concern that felt a bit too calculated to be genuine. He pushed himself off the desk and took a step toward you, his presence commanding.

“You’re not looking so good,” he said with a mix of amusement and something else, something you couldn’t quite read.

You blinked, trying to clear your head. “I’m fine,” you lied, your voice shaking slightly despite your best efforts.

He didn’t buy it. “You don’t look fine.” His gaze flicked over you, studying you like a predator watching its prey. His scent seemed to cling to the air more strongly, making your head spin.

“Why don’t you sit down?” he suggested, his tone more insistent now. He gestured to the chair, his eyes never leaving yours.

You hesitated, then slowly sat, hoping the cool leather of the chair would steady you.

“You’re different,” he said, almost to himself. “Something’s changed. Tell me what’s going on.”

You opened your mouth, but no words came out. Instead, your mind raced, your body reacting in ways you couldn’t understand. The rush of warmth spreading through your veins felt… wrong.

Yandere! Alpha stepped closer, looming over you now, "Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out," he said with a low voice. But there was something behind his eyes, something dark and calculating, and you felt a chill run down your spine.

This wasn’t just a concern. This was something else—something he wasn’t telling you.

“Your body’s heating up,” he observed, his voice taking on a strange edge. "Let’s cool you down."

Before you could protest, his hands moved with surprising speed, his fingers deftly unbuttoning your blouse. His touch lingered a little too long on your skin, sending an uncomfortable yet pleasurable jolt through your senses.

Yandere! Alpha didn’t wait for any response, only turned to increase the AC, the cold air rushing in and further muddling your mind. The contrast between the cool air and the heat pooling in your body was dizzying, and you couldn’t tell if you felt better or worse. He returned quickly, lowering himself to kneel in front of you, his hands steady as they rested on your thighs.

You tried to speak, to ask what the hell was going on, but your throat was tight, your mind foggy. From his position, he was nearly at eye level, looking down at you with quiet control.

"Relax, I’ll take care of you," he murmured, his voice smooth, almost soothing—if not for the way his hand slipped beneath your blouse, fingers ghosting over your waist before trailing higher.

Your breath hitched as he cupped your breast through the delicate lace of your bra, his touch possessive and claiming.

“S–sir, stop,” you managed with a weak and unsteady voice.

He chuckled, low and indulgently as if the very idea amused him. "Stop?" he repeated, rolling the word over his tongue like a foreign concept. His grip didn’t loosen, instead, his fingers traced slow, deliberate circles against your heated skin, feeling the way you trembled beneath him.

"You’re burning up," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "That’s not good, is it?" His thumb grazed your hardened nipple through the lace, and a sharp gasp slipped from your lips before you could swallow it down.

His lips curved into a smirk. "See? You need me."

"You were never meant to be an Alpha," he said smoothly, his tone almost pitying. Almost. “Not like me. Not like the others.” His gaze roamed over you, predatory, as though savouring every inch of your helplessness. “You were wasted as you were, untouchable, unyielding. But now?”

His free hand trailed lower, ghosting over your stomach. A fresh wave of heat surged through you, your body betraying you with every pulse of unnatural warmth.

“Now you’re perfect.”

Your stomach twisted. “You’re insane.”

His lips curled into something between a smirk and a sneer. “Am I? Or am I the only one willing to do what’s necessary?”

“I’ve been patient,” he continued. “Watching. Waiting. Each sip of coffee, every drop, altering you little by little. Did you ever stop to wonder why your rut was delayed? Why those suppressants suddenly stop working?”

A sharp pang of realization hit you like a freight train. Your body—your scent, your heat, your very being—none of it felt the same. The pieces clicked together in a way that made your stomach churn.

“You drugged me...”

He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, tilting his head with feigned curiosity. “Drugged?” He clicked his tongue, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “No, sweetheart. I improved you.”

Your nausea rose as his fingers continued their slow exploration. His hand brushed lightly over your skin, moving up your leg before he teasingly traced the hem of your skirt.

“You—” Your voice wavered. “Why?”

“Everything about you was perfect the way you were,” he murmured. “But now? Now you’ll be more. Much more. I’ll make sure of it.”

You could feel the smirk on his lips against your skin as he leaned closer. His words were drenched in malice and twisted affection, “I did this for you, sweetheart. To help you realize what you truly are... to be mine.”

[imsogonesposts]

A Night at the Grammys

|| ao3 || an: this is part of a series, but each fic can be read on its own || I'm With the Rockstar series Masterlist || steve harrington masterlist ||

summary: Steve invites you as his date to the Grammys after being nominated for Best New Artist. (wc: 1,823)

Steve had never expected to be nominated for a Grammy. He was aware that his manager, and friend, Nancy had submitted him for a handful of different nominations: best new artist, best pop vocal album, and song of the year, but he never expected to actually be nominated for them. So, when you woke up one morning to Steve yelling a “holy shit” on the day nominations were supposed to come out, you had a fair idea as to what could cause him to be so excited so early in the morning.

“Good morning,” you grumble, still half asleep as Steve pulls you into a hug, not having to use much effort as you willingly let him pull you. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” he mumbled as he pressed a series of kisses to the top of your head. “But I just got nominated for a Grammy,” he finishes, hugging you even tighter.

“You did? Which one?” You ask, pulling out of his embrace just enough to look at up him. His eyes were shimmering with happiness and pride.

“Best new artist,” he replied, pressing his forehead against yours with a smile. A smile you happily reciprocated as you moved to give him a proper kiss. 

“I’m so proud of you, baby,” you say, moving to hug him, your body fully now on his as you both lie in bed. Mornings like this always made you feel just a little lighter and happier. Mornings in his warm embrace, in your soft sheets, with the sun hitting him at just the perfect angle. What more could you ask for? “You deserve it, you’ve worked so hard. Pretty soon you’re gonna be getting Artist of the Year.”

He couldn’t help but laugh at your statement. You’d always been supportive of his music career from the very start, and it was evident you’d planned on staying supportive for a long time to come. “Well I don’t know about that,” he tells you, tilting your face just enough to press a kiss to your nose, a lazy smile on his face as he does so. “But let’s focus on the now,” he pauses, looking at you with a smile that you knew meant he had something important to ask. “Would you like to be my date to the Grammys?” He quietly asks as he brushes some hair out of your face, smiling at the wide grin that crosses your face. 

“The Grammy’s?” You repeat, as if not truly believing his words.

“Yes, the Grammy’s,” he replies, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Who else would I take, our neighbor?” He stops to laugh at the idea. “No, no, I’m taking the girl of my dreams,” he replies, bringing your face down for another kiss. “In case it wasn’t obvious,” he whispers, “that girl is you,” and before you get a chance to respond or fully let his words sink in, he’s kissing you again.

And when the kiss finally breaks, you can’t help but request, “please don’t wear a black suit, those are always so boring.”

He laughs again. “Babe, it’s the Grammy’s, not the Met Gala.”

“I don’t care, you should still look nice. Well, nicer than usual,” you tell him as he moves a hand to cup the side of your face with a small pout. 

“I thought you always thought I looked nice,” he replies. Though, the pout is quickly wiped away when you move to kiss him again. And again and again and again. He wasn’t planning on leaving this bed any time soon. 

***

Finally, months later, it was the night of the Grammys, and yours and Steve’s shared home looked like a stampede had trampled through by the time the multiple stylists, hairdressers, and make up artists left. 

“This is going to be a mess to clean up tomorrow, and we’re going to be too hungover to do anything about it,” Steve hears you grumble, biting back a laugh as he knocks on the bedroom door. 

“Can I come in?” He asks as you reply back with a “yes.”

“You look nice,” you tell him with a wide smile. He had listened to you and opted to not wear a black suit, instead, wearing a color that looked all too familiar to you, you just couldn’t place where you’d seen that exact shade before.“Why’d you pick that color?” You ask, looking up at his face to notice his staring. 

It was like you came straight out of a movie. Your hair perfectly framed your face, your dress shaping you perfectly, your make up looked gorgeous. You looked perfect. You were perfect, and he couldn’t help but stare. “You look gorgeous,” he quietly replied, still staring at you as if he just saw the Northern Lights. You couldn’t help but laugh at his reply, tilting your head with a smile as he continued to stare at you. 

“You ignored my question,” you tease as he finally snaps out of his trance. 

“Sorry, what was your question?” He asked as he took a step towards you, arm already wrapping around your waist. 

“Why’d you choose that color?” You repeat as a lovesick smile crosses his features. 

“It’s the color of your eyes, dummy,” he answers, pressing a kiss to your forehead. Oh, so that’s why the color looked so familiar. “It’s one of my favorite colors,” he mumbles against your forehead. “Let me take a picture of us, Robin’s been bugging me all day about wanting to see the ‘final results’ and whatever.” He suddenly states, pulling away from you to look for one of your phones as if he didn’t just alter your brain chemistry with a simple statement. Though, that was the thing about Steve, he always had a way of saying the absolute sweetest things to you, just to act like it was a normaleveryday sentence. Like those were normal, regular thoughts he had any time he was around you. Like loving you came to him like second nature. Like something he did unconsciously. Like breathing or blinking or scratching at an itch. Like he loved you as easily and as much as you loved him. Though, to be fair, he never made much of an effort to hide just how much love he had for you. 

“Hey, why’d you choose that color for your dress?” He asked as he finally found his phone, moving to your side to take a picture of the two of you. 

“I like the color,” you reply before kissing his cheek. 

***

“So, what do we think?” Steve asks, leaning into your side as you both sit at your designated tables, waiting for the ceremony to begin. You scan around the room, taking in the different singers and producers surrounding the two of you. The Grammy’s was nothing like you had ever seen before. 

“I’ve seen better,” you tell him in feign boredom as he laughs. 

“Better than all this?” He asks, using one hand to gesture around the room, the other moving to wrap around your shoulders. “I’m sorry, babe, but I find that hard to believe,” he jokes, smiling at your shrug. 

“I’m just saying, they could’ve done better,” you tell him as he rolls his eyes, fighting a smile. 

“Well, keep your voice down. They hear you talking smack and they might not let me win tonight,” he jokes, pressing a kiss to your cheek. 

“They’d have to be idiots to not give you that award,” you tell him, complete honesty and confidence in your voice. He couldn’t help but love how much faith you had in him. How much you truly believed in him. He knew he was lucky to have you in his life, and he was grateful for it every time he got to wake up in the morning and see your pretty face, and every night when he got to hold you in his arms. 

And award after award later, they had finally gotten to the category that meant the most to the two of you. 

“And for best new artist, the award goes to,” the presenter took a pause, opening the envelope to announce the winner. Steve took your hand, unconsciously squeezing it as you both waited for a name. It felt like hours until she finally read the name aloud: “Steve Harrington!” Applause filled the room but none of that mattered to Steve, all he could do was look at you before pulling you into a bone-crushing hug. 

“Congratulations, baby!” You said as you hugged him back. You could hear him mumbling “oh my god, oh my god,” into your shoulder, and you couldn’t help but smile. He had put so much work into his last album, so much work into his music career as a whole. In your eyes, there was no one who deserved that Grammy more than him.

You wished you could stay hugging him like that forever in order to celebrate his accomplishment. But you also knew if you didn’t do anything about it, Steve might just stay in your arms forever, so as you pulled away from the hug, you gave him a quick kiss before lightly pushing him towards the stage. “Go get your award, honey,” you said with a laugh.

His steps were a little clumsy, likely due to the nerves, but you couldn’t help but smile at the big grin that overtook his face. And to think he never thought his career would go this far. 

“Wow, okay, this is crazy,” he said into the microphone after thanking the presenter and accepting his award. “I want to thank everyone that’s helped me get where I am today. My friend’s for pushing me to put my music out there and keeping me humble, the fans that helped me get where I am today, my producers who helped make this album what it is, and of course, my beautiful girlfriend. She’s been my rock this whole time, and I definitely wouldn’t be up here without her, especially since most of my songs are about her.  But she’s been with me through thick and thin, and I’m eternally grateful for her and everyone that helped me get to where I am today.” He finishes his speech by waving his Grammy up in the air,before leaving the stage, making his way back to you. 

“Sometimes I forget how sweet you are,” you whisper when he takes his seat next to you once more. 

He hands you his Grammy so you could get a look at it as he runs a hand up and down your arm. “I should write more songs about you, then,” he jokes, “that way it gets stuck in your brain.” He lightly pokes the side of your head as if to emphasize his point, before turning your face for a kiss. You had to admit, more songs did sound nice. 

[reidtina]

Restrained

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Content warnings: +18 MDI sex, roleplay, handcuffs, petnames, orgasm, creampie (youre on the pill tho and youre married), idk

Word count: 4.9k

Summary: Spencer Reid and Y/N had been married for nearly 10 years, and things got a little boring in the bedroom department, so they decided to spice things up a little. Tonight they're using his handcuffs for something other than arresting criminals...

a/n: this is my first spencer fic, so idk if its good, hope yall like it just as much as I liked writing it. Btw, its also on ao3, as always. love you guys. If you enjoy it pls like and repost

You and Spencer had been dating for nearly 10 years (9 years, 8 months and 24 days, like he pointed out earlier), and had been married for about half of this time, and you quickly found out that the whole “couples stop having sex after a while of being married” thing is not entirely bullshit. It’s not like you didn’t ever have sex, but with work and him being out of town all the time things just got colder, you did have sex, but it wasn’t so exciting and to be honest, as much as you were attracted to each other, it felt more like a chore. So that’s why you decided to try something new every week, you missed the beginning stages of dating and how a minor touch turned into you two sweating and trying to breath as your bodies collided in the most delicious dance.

Tonight’s idea wasn’t entirely new, you always had a thing for him wearing his FBI bulletproof vest or anything that reminded you that he was an FBI agent, a really hot one, by the way. And when you brought up the idea, he was more than willing to try, he had been meaning to try new things as well, as he had read that it’s a good idea to spice things up so the marriage don’t become boring and falls apart.

So tonight, when he got home from a work trip, still wearing his suit and looking extra hot, he decided to try out your suggestion, taking the opportunity as you had said it’d be even hotter if you weren’t expecting it, adding spontaneity to the mix.

He opened the door just to find you on the couch, reading a book and drinking a glass of wine wearing only an old shirt of his and pajama shorts. He grins at the sight, he loves to watch you read, but it makes him want to rip your clothes off. When you look up at him, you know what’s going to happen next.

“I’ve heard someone here hasn’t been exactly a good girl” he feels a little embarrassed to say this, but the look on your face quickly makes him lose any embarrassment he could possible feel.

“Am I not a good girl?” you ask as you put down your book on the side table next to the glass of wine. He pretends to consider this as he sits down next to you on the couch “Well, most of the time you are a very good girl… but you can be naughty sometimes too.”

You smirk, starting to enjoy this “Oh, yeah?” you ask almost in a whisper.

“Oh, don’t play coy with me,” he says, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “I can think of a few times just last week when you were being very naughty”

“Like when?” you whisper.

“Oh, I could give you a list if I wanted to,” he answers, his lips now grazing your neck. “But I can think of one specific instance that really stood out.”

“And what was it?” you genuinely had no idea what he could say, considering that with this whole “let’s spice up our marriage” thing you had been having insane amounts of sex and doing all sorts of new things.

His hand slips under your shirt, his fingertips gently tracing along your skin. “Let’s just say that little stunt you pulled in front of the bedroom mirror a week ago really got me going.”

Now you remember, last week he fingered you in front of the full length mirror you have in your room and made you watch. You lean into his ear and whisper “Oh, you mean when you fingered me in front of the mirror so I could watch it?”

He shivers at your words, his hand clutching at your hip. “Yes, that, exactly that,” he growls in your ear. “I really loved that little show you put on.”

You raise your eyebrow in a fake surprise and ask “Did you?”

He nods, his hand slowly moving up your torso again. “Mhmm, I especially enjoyed the sounds you were making.”

You smirk and say “I can't help myself when your fingers are inside me”. His hand finally reaches its destination, cupping your breast, he’s always glad you don’t wear a bra when you’re home. “I know you can’t. And I certainly enjoy it.” He nips at your earlobe, his breath hot against your skin. “I was so excited about it, in fact, that I wanted to reward you right then.”

“Maybe you should reward me right now.” you whisper back to him. A low growl escapes his throat as he pulls back slightly to look you in the eyes. “Oh really? You think you’re ready for a reward now? Don’t you think you’ve been a bad girl?”

“I guess it’s your job to find out, Agent Reid.” you say, the title you just called him making you even wetter.

He moves closer, his body pressing against yours. “You know, I’ll have to conduct a thorough investigation to make sure you’re a good girl…” You chuckle and reply “Do what you must, agent.”

He grins, clearly enjoying the roleplay. “Oh, I plan on it.” He suddenly stands, gently grabbing your hand and pulling you up along with him. “Now, come with me. I need to thoroughly investigate.” You stand up and he guides you down the short hallway to your bedroom, walking backwards and keeping his eyes firmly fixed on you. He pushes the door open and steps inside, pulling you in behind him. “Now, we’ll need somewhere to conduct this investigation…” He looks around the room pretending to look for something, before his gaze settles on the bed, a knowing look in his eyes.

He pushes you back towards the bed, gently guiding you down to sit on the edge of the mattress. “First, we’ll need to begin searching for any evidence of bad behavior…”  He steps back slightly and pretends to look you over intently, as if inspecting you for any indications of misconduct.

“Mmm, I’m not seeing anything so far…” he says, his eyes roaming over your body. “But, just to be safe, I will need you to lie down, please.” Not even a second after he said that, you’re laying down on the bed.

He steps forward again, standing in between your legs, his gaze hungrily taking in the sight of you. “Mmm, much better. The more evidence there is, the better…” He slowly reaches down, his hands roaming up your bare legs, he loves it when all you’re wearing is one of his old shirts and really short shorts. “Now,” he continues, his voice lower and huskier now. “How far does the evidence go?”

His hands continue to move up up your legs, reaching the hem of your shirt and pulling it up slightly. “Let’s start here,” he mutters, his hands gently pushing your shirt up further, exposing your stomach. “I need to make sure no bad behavior is hiding under here…” His hands continue up, inching your shirt even higher as he takes his time inspecting your body for any signs of “bad behavior”.

 “Looks all clear so far… but I can’t be too careful…” He lifts the shirt up over your head, gently removing it and tossing it aside. “Ah, much better. Now I can see my evidence a lot clearer.”  He grins mischievously, his eyes raking over your bare chest. “And I see a few things I should inspect more closely…”

You breathe deeply as he gets closer to your breasts with his face and you can feel his hot breath on your bare skin. He looks up at you, his eyes full of lust. “Mmm yes, I see some very important evidence here that I need to get a closer look at…”

He grins at your response, his lips now ghosting over your skin. “Excellent. I’ll need to take my time with these…they’re very important to the case.” He moves closer, his mouth finally making contact with your skin as he slowly starts peppering kisses along your chest and you moan softly. He smirks at the sound of your moan, his lips curving against your skin. “Yes, don’t hold back your sounds, sweetheart. I need to hear every response.” He continues kissing across your chest, his tongue occasionally darting out to taste your skin.

He moves in, his lips hovering just above your skin as he speaks. “You don’t mind if I have a closer look, do you? You have to collaborate with this federal investigation” You shake your head “I don’t mind, go ahead, agent.”

“So far, this evidence is turning out to be very good…” he mutters against your skin, moving towards your right nipple. “But I think I need to investigate further…” His mouth moves closer to your nipple, and you can feel the heat of his breath against your sensitive skin. “I see something very interesting right here…” He stops just short of your nipple, looking up at you with a sly grin. “But before I get started, I’ll to ask you a few questions, if you don’t mind.”

You sigh with disappointment and say “Go ahead.” He grins, enjoying teasing you, his mouth still hovering tantalizingly close to your breast. “Good. This won’t take long, I just need to make sure you’re being honest with me, sweetheart.” He pauses, waiting for a hint of confirmation from you before continuing, you nod.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his breath tickling your skin. “Now, the first question is… do you know why you’re being investigated today?”

“No, sir, why?” you ask in fake innocence. He smiles, continuing his teasing. “Well, reports claim that you’ve been quite naughty recently…” He lifts his head slightly, his eyes meeting yours. “Is that true? Have you been naughty lately?”

“That wouldn't be me, agent.” you say, trying to hold back a grin.

“You know lying to law enforcement is illegal, right? And the sources say you’ve been doing some very naughty things…” he counters, his lips still a breath away from your skin. “Oh, yeah? Like what?” you try to look surprised. He grins again, his lips now grazing your skin. “Oh, various things…but especially this little incident that just happened a week ago…” He leans in closer to your ear as he whispers, “I think you know what I’m speaking of.”

“I have no idea, agent, what is it?” you want to hear him saying. He laughs softly. “Oh, don’t play coy with me. I know how good your memory is…” He moves back, his gaze holding yours firmly. “Do I need to remind you what happened, miss?”

“Yes, agent Reid.”

He smirks, enjoying the roleplay more and more. “Okay, maybe I can jog your memory, then.” A shiver runs through him as he speaks, remembering the night in question. “Think about a week ago. What happened with us in front of the mirror?”

You smirk just from thinking of it. “Do you mean when you fingered me to tears and made me watch?” He lets out a soft chuckle, his fingers digging into your legs slightly. “Yes, exactly that… and how did that make you feel?”

“Good as fuck… sir.” You pause before calling him sir, still a little shy about the roleplay. He laughs, his teeth scraping against your collarbone. “I know it did. You were making the most delicious sounds…”  He leans in close to your ear, his voice dropping to a low whisper. “But don’t you think that was naughty behavior?”

“Maybe it was, agent.” You pretend to look innocent, but deep down you just want him to punish you in the hottest ways possible. He chuckles, clearly not buying your act. “Maybe it was? I think it was.” He moves his head back to look you in the eyes again, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. “And do you think naughty behavior deserves a punishment?”

“Absolutely.” You nod, eager for whatever punishment he decides to give you. He grins, clearly enjoying this game just as much as you. “Good answer. So you admit that you deserve to be punished for being naughty?”

“Yes.”

“And if you admit that you deserve a punishment, then you should also agree to take this punishment like a good girl, shouldn’t you?”

“Absolutely, agent.”

“Correct. And luckily I have just the punishment in mind for you…” He moves back, standing up straight. “Since you seem so eager for your punishment, I think I’ll just start with it right now.” He looks down at you, a devilish gleam in his eyes. “Now, I need you to do something for me, okay?”

“What is it?” you ask, barely able to wait for him to touch you.

He smiles, his fingers gently tracing along your legs. “I need you to sit up for me, please.”

 You sit back up as he asked.

“Good girl” he says, his voice soft and approving. “Now, I’m just going to grab something quickly, alright?” He turns away, grabbing his handcuffs from his drawer in the nightstand.

He looks back at you, holding up the handcuff with a smirk. “Perfect. Now, hold your hands out, please.”

“Such a good girl.” He says when you hold your hands in front of your body. He moves forward, carefully handcuffing you. He looks down at his work, inspecting your hands with a nod. “Looks good. Now, lie back down.” As you lie down, he moves back up to the bed, crawling up to kneel between your legs. “Now, I have another request for you.” He pauses, his hand gently trailing up your legs. “I need you to keep your legs open for me… don’t move them at all.”

You open your legs, and now your panties are picking out from the waistband of your shorts. He grins, his eyes roaming hungrily over your body. “Good girl. You know how to listen well…” He reaches down, his fingers sliding up under your shorts, slowly pushing it down to reveal more of your skin. “But you don’t move your legs until I say so, do you understand?”

“Understood, agent Reid.” you say and feel kinda proud you’re also a Reid. “Very good.” He moves closer, now hovering just above you. “You’re a perfect little canvas to work with right now.” He rests a hand on your stomach, tracing small circles with his fingertips. “But I do need to know something else first…”

“What is it, agent?” you ask genuinely curious and eager for him to just touch you already. He grins, clearly enjoying the fact that you’re eager and desperate for his touch. “I need to know how badly you want this. How badly do you want me to touch you right now?”

“Really bad.”

He laughs lightly at your response. “I can see that. But I need you to tell me in words. How badly do you want me?”

“I want you really bad.”

He leans down, his mouth hovering just above your body. “And I know you’re desperate for my touch, aren’t you?”

“I am.” That couldn’t be more true.

He moves down, now resting on his forearms as he positions himself between your legs. “I can see that. You’re practically trembling… begging for me to touch you…”

“It’s torture.” You say.

“I know. But I need to be thorough. I need to collect all the evidence that I can… and I’m finding plenty of evidence that you’re being desperate and needy…”

“Does it mean I'm being a bad girl?” you ask teasingly.

He lets out a soft chuckle. “Yes, I would say it does. You’re having such a desperate, needy reaction to me right now… it’s incredibly bad girl behavior.” He leans down and kisses your inner thigh. “But you’re also being a good girl, because you haven’t closed your legs yet…”

“I'm not all bad, you see?” You smirk.

He smiles up at you, his mouth still trailing kisses on your thigh. “Mhm, and I’ve also discovered that you’re being a very good girl, because you’ve been so eager and compliant… it’s making the evidence collection very easy for me. But you know what I really want to do right now?” He looks up at you, a gleam in his eyes.

“What?”

He moves back up, his mouth hovering just above yours. “I really want to taste you…”

A smirk takes over your mouth as you ask. “And what's stopping you from doing so?”

He laughs, his lips just barely grazing against yours as he speaks. “Nothing. But first I need a little confirmation from you, sweetheart.”

“Confirmed.” You say softly as you nod eagerly.

“Perfect.”

He presses his lips to yours in a deep, hungry kiss. As he kisses you, his hands begin to roam up and down your body, gently exploring every inch of skin.

He gently tugs at the fabric of your shorts without breaking the kiss. “Mmm, this is in the way.”

“Take it off, agent.” you whisper.

He smirks at your eagerness, and then moves back, his hands moving to the hem of your shorts. “I will. But first I have something else I want to do.”

“Something ELSE?” You sigh in frustration “What is it now?”

He laughs lightly at you reaction. “My needy girl is impatient, is she?” He reaches up and pushes his hand into the side of your hair, tugging gently until your head is tilted back. “I just want to ask you one more question, sweetheart.”

“What?”

He leans in, his mouth by your ear. “Do you know why I want to taste you so badly?”

“Why, sir?” you shiver at the feeling of his breath on your skin.

“Because you look so delicious right now.”  You smirk at the complement.

He moves back, his gaze raking over your body. “With your arms restricted and your little short barely covering your thighs… it’s too tempting. I need a taste.”

“Have it, please.” You’re begging now.

He grins, clearly amused by how desperate you are. “Mmm, since you asked so nicely, I think I will.” He moves down, his mouth going to your thighs, slowly kissing and running his tongue along your skin.

His mouth travels higher and higher, until he finally reaches the edge of your shorts. He looks up at you, a glint in his eyes. “These are a bit of a blockade, aren’t they?”

You nod and say “I hate those.”

He smiles, his fingers hooking under the waistband of your shorts and your panties as well. “Then I’ll just have to take care of that problem…” He starts to tug at your shorts and panties, slowly sliding both of them down your legs. “There we go…”He pulls them off, dropping them to the ground beside the bed. He looks down at you, a look of pure hunger in his eyes. “Mmm, now I have complete access… and I’m going to enjoy taking my time with you.”

He lowers himself back down, his mouth continuing its journey along your body. His lips and tongue trail up your legs, then along your inner thighs until finally, they’re where you want them most. He pauses for a moment, his eyes meeting yours. “You taste so sweet… just like I knew you would.” You moan at the praise.

He smiles, clearly enjoying the noise you’re making. “I like that sound.”

He starts to move again, his tongue flickering against your flesh as he explores it. “So needy and desperate… my little sweet treat…” You can feel his nose on your clit while his tongue is exploring your pussy. He moans softly, enjoying the feeling of your body trembling underneath him, the vibration of the moan stimulating you even more. “You’re being so good for me, sweetheart.”

He continues to use his mouth to devour you as if he can’t get enough of you. “I’m going to drive you insane.” He says, but he’s already driving you fucking crazy, he always does, no one eats pussy like Spencer Reid.

“You already are.” you say through heavy breaths, your whole body trembling. He laughs lightly. “But I’m not done yet.” He looks up at you, his eyes holding yours as his tongue continues to work. “I’m going to play with you until I’m satisfied… and right now, I am far from satisfied.”

The look on his eyes combined with his pussy eating abilities make your whole body tenses up and then, a few seconds later, it relaxes in an orgasm as you scream. He grins, clearly pleased with your response. “There it is.” He says moving back up your body, his mouth now on your neck. “I love making you scream.”

“Fuck, Spencer.” you say, trying to catch your breath again. He laughs against your skin. “I love hearing you swear.” He presses his body against yours, his mouth by your ear. “And I’m not done with you yet.”

“Thankfully, cause I'm not either.” You say, already ready for more of him.

He chuckles, clearly enjoying your enthusiasm. “I knew you’d want more.” He rolls over onto his back, pulling you up on top of him so that you’re now straddling his hips. “I’m not going to release your hands just yet.” He looks up at you, his hands going to your hips. “But you look so pretty like this… all tied up on top of me…”

You smirk, his compliments still making you blush, even after being married for so long, maybe that’s true love. He smiles, he knows and loves the fact that you’re still so affected by his words. “And it gives me so many possibilities.” He looks up at you, a glint in his eyes. “For example, I could just pin you down and do whatever I want to you right now…”

“�� but instead I’m going to let you do the work.”

He loosens his grip on your hips slightly, giving you the freedom to move. “How does that sound to you, sweetheart?”

You nod “I like it, agent.”

“Good girl.” He smiles, his hands roaming up and down your sides. “Now I want you to start riding my thigh, sweetheart.” You start moving your hips back and forth, creating friction between his pants and your clit. He moans softly, his hands still on your hips. “There you go, princess. Just like that… nice and slow. You look so pretty like this.” He has always liked the sensation of you pleasuring yourself on him. He moans softly, the opposite of your own loud moans, his hands gripping your hips a little tighter. “You’re so needy and desperate… it’s driving me wild.”

“Can you please fuck me?” you finally ask.

He grins at your forwardness, clearly enjoying the effect he’s having on you. “You want me to, sweetheart?”

You pause your movements and nod. “Yes, agent.”

“Then you’re going to have to beg for it.” You’d get on your fucking knees and beg if you had to. “Please, agent Reid, you said you'd reward me if you found I've been a good girl, and I have, you didn't find any evidence of bad behavior.”

He laughs lightly at your pleading as if he hadn’t asked for it. “I did say that, didn't I?” He moves his hands up to your sides, his thumb tracing circles on your skin. “And you’ve been such a good girl for me, haven’t you?”

“Yes, I have.”

He smiles, his hands roaming up and down your body. “Then I suppose you should have your reward, shouldn’t you?”

“Please.”

He moves his hands down to your thighs, his fingers trailing up and down your skin. “Okay, sweetheart. I’m going to give you what you want. But first I need you to get off me and lie back down on the bed. Hands above your head, just how I like it.”

You smirk and do as he told you to. He grins, clearly enjoying the fact that you’re obeying him. “Good girl. You’re just being so obedient for me, and that’s how I like you… so obedient and pliable. Doing whatever I tell you to, no questions asked.”

He moves up, now hovering over you. “Now, I want you to keep your hands above your head. Don’t moving them at all, understood, sweetheart?”

“Yes, agent.”

“Good girl.”

He starts to kiss and bite your skin, his mouth moving down to your collarbone. His hands roam up and down your sides, his touch leaving a trail of heat across your skin. He moves back up to your mouth, his lips crashing into yours in a deep kiss. His mouth devours yours, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth.

He looks down at you, his eyes practically eating your body. “You look so pretty like this… all tied up and desperate… so obedient… and all for me…” He leans down, his mouth attacking your neck. “And I’m going to enjoy every second of this.”

He pulls back from the kiss, his eyes roaming down your body. His hands move to his belt, unbuckling it with practiced ease. He looks up at you as he takes off  his blazer and throws it on the floor then takes off his tie and opens his shirt, revealing his body.

When he already threw all off it on the floor, he leans in, his mouth attacking your neck once more, leaving a trail of kisses and bites along your skin. His hands roam down your body, his touch leaving goosebumps in its wake.

He gets up and looks down at you, taking in the sight of you in nothing as he unzips his pants, pushes them down and tosses them to the side, leaving him in his boxer briefs. “Mmm, now we’re more equal, aren’t we, sweetheart?”

You chuckle “Almost”

He smirks, his eyes roaming over your body. “Almost.” He agrees as he pulls his boxers off revealing his big dick and then crawls over you, his body covering yours. He looks down at you, a smile spreading across his face. “Now there’s no barriers between us.”

“Like it should be” you whisper.

He smiles pleased by your answer. “That’s exactly right, sweetheart.” He nuzzles into your neck, his lips trailing kisses along your skin. He then places his dripping tip on your entrance and looks you in the eye as he slides it in. He’s watching your reaction as he pushes in, his hands gripping your thighs, his eyes locked on your face the whole time. “You feel so good” he says and you both moan when he’s fully inside you.

He looks down at you, his face full of need. “You feel so good around me, sweetheart. So tight and so eager….”

He moans softly, his grip on your thighs tightening. “I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that…” he says when you moan his name into his ear.

You put your legs up his shoulders, making him hit the spot that makes you both go crazy. He hisses as he hits it, his head rolling back. “Fuuuck, you’re going to make me lose control.“ You’re nearly crying outta pleasure and it's getting hard to keep your hands up.

“I can tell you’re getting tense… you’re not going to be able to hold out for much longer, are you?” You shake your head and say “No.” He knows you and your body so well, that’s the result of nearly 10 years of marriage.

He grins, loving the power he has over you in this moment. "But I'm not done with you yet sweetheart."

Your breath becomes heavier and faster as you’re reaching the second orgasm of the night “I’m getting close.” you manage to say through moans and heavy breaths.

He keeps the pace steady. "I want you to let yourself go. I want you to give into the feeling." his words were all you needed to allow the orgasm to take over your body.

He feels you tighten around him as you orgasm and he whispers in your ear "That's it… good girl.”

He keeps moving, his movements more urgent, more desperate now as he’s trying to reach his own orgasm. He can tell he’s getting close, the feeling starting to overwhelm him, his muscles tensing. “Sweetheart… I can’t hold back any longer…”

“Cum inside me.” You ask, but he always did, you were on the pill anyways, but saying it felt so hot.

He starts moving faster, driven by your words of encouragement. His breath quick as his hands slide down your body leaving his fingerprints all over your skin. He’s getting close, you can tell. His body is tense, his eyes locked on yours. He shudders with pleasure as he reaches his orgasm, his eyes locked on yours, his breath ragged and labored. “That was incredible.” He says as he collapses on top of you, his body trembling with aftershocks.

You take a deep breath before agreeing. “Yes, it was.”

He buries his face in your neck, still trying to catch his breath. “Sweetheart, you were amazing. You are amazing. Always”

You smile at the praise and say your favorite words. “I love you, Spencer.”

He smiles back as he replies “I love you, Y/N.” he pauses before saying. “Now I need to get those handcuffs’ keys, we don’t want you restrained forever”

You chuckle, “Oh, you better know where they are.”

[nervousdiythesimspsychic]

warning: violence, strong language, blood and gore

I hope you like it, (y/n) is in real danger hihi

xxx

Ziezo

Then she feels it.

A rough, strong hand clamps around her arm like an iron shackle. A familiar, raspy voice growls near her ear.

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chapter 5: captured again

"Well, well… so you’re the girl who got us into trouble."

(y/n) blood freezes. She looks up and sees the broad-shouldered hunter with the wild beard—one of the men whose table she had used to stash her stolen goods.

His eyes gleam with recognition. And worse—with fury.

(y/n) tries to wrench herself free, but the hunter has the grip of a beast. His rough hand clamps tightly around her upper arm, his fingers digging deep into her flesh. She hisses in pain, but he doesn’t give her a chance to catch her breath.

"I wouldn’t do anything stupid, girl," he growls. His voice is deep and menacing, reeking of tobacco. "You’ve caused enough trouble already."

(y/n) breath quickens—this was not part of the plan.

Behind her, she hears Jongho and Mingi shouting in the distance. They storm through the harbor, their eyes scanning for their escaped prisoner. But the hunter is prepared.

With a brutal yank, he drags her into a narrow passage between two wooden sheds. (y/n) digs her heels into the wet cobblestones, trying to resist, but he’s far too strong. He pulls her along effortlessly, his grip merciless.

Then, before she can scream, something presses against her mouth—a piece of rough fabric soaked in a bitter scent.

Chloroform.

(y/n) struggles, her heart pounding wildly, but her vision quickly blurs. Her body grows heavy. Her knees buckle. The world starts to spin around her.

"That’s better," the hunter mutters, just before the darkness swallows her whole.

When (y/n) slowly regains consciousness, she feels something hard beneath her back. Cold. Rough. Wood?

Her head throbs as if it’s splitting apart, her body sluggish and heavy. She tries to move her arms, but her wrists are bound with thick, coarse ropes. She groans softly, her fox still restless inside her chest.

Voices echo in the distance. Men laughing, talking, throwing wood onto a crackling fire. The scent of roasted meat fills the air.

Slowly, she opens her eyes.

She’s lying in a wooden cart, her wrists and tightly bound. 

Her gaze flickers sideways. A bit further, near the fire, she sees five men. Large, rugged hunters dressed in heavy cloaks and leather armor. Her heart skips a beat as she recognizes the man who took her. He sits on a fallen tree trunk, a knife in his hand, slicing a piece of meat.

His friends laugh at something he says. But then he looks up, his eyes gleaming in the darkness straight at her.

"Well, well, she’s awake," he grins.

(y/n) breath catches. This is bad. Very bad.

The hunters move closer, their eyes filled with curiosity and something far more dangerous.

"What do we do with her?" asks one, a bald man with a long scar across his cheek.

"I say we sell her," says another, a broad man in a battered leather coat. "There’s bound to be someone willing to pay a good price for her."

"Or we keep her," suggests the bearded man who captured her. "Maybe she has secrets we can use."

The men chuckle. But (y/n) feels her fox growl fiercely inside her, sharpening its claws.

She needs to get out of here.

The leader of the hunters rises from his seat by the fire. He is an imposing man, broad-shouldered, with a rugged beard that makes his sharp jawline even more menacing. His eyes bore into (y/n), filled with calculation and resentment.

"I want to know why those eight men are so desperate to catch her," he says slowly, twirling his dagger between his fingers. "No one hunts someone that fiercely without a damn good reason."

The other hunters nod in agreement.

(y/n) watches them silently, her mind racing. She can’t fully control her breathing, but she knows she can’t show weakness. Her fox growls restlessly inside her. Stay calm. Wait. Wait for the right moment.

The leader steps closer, gripping her chin roughly, forcing her to look up.

"I want answers, girl," he says. "Why are those eight men after you?"

(y/n) narrows her eyes. "Why would I tell you?"

He grins and tightens his grip on her jaw, but (y/n) doesn’t flinch.

"You’ve caused us enough trouble," he continues. "We were doing just fine until you interfered with our business. Because of you, we were nearly thrown out of the city!"

The other hunters grumble in agreement.

"Those eight men were ruthless," snarls the man in the leather coat. "They thought we were working with you! We lost our loot because of you."

The leader nods thoughtfully and releases the girl. "Yeah… and I don’t take that lightly."

He turns to his men. "We’ll make her pay. Not only do I want to know why those men want her so badly, but I want revenge for what she did to us."

The hunters murmur their agreement.

"How do we do that?" asks a man with the scarred face.

The leader smirks, glancing back at her, a cunning glint in his eyes.

"Oh, we’ll return her soon enough," he says with a grin. "But on our terms."

(y/n) stomach twists.

In the tavern, tension hung thick in the air. The door slammed shut as Hongjoong turned his furious gaze on San, Wooyoung, and Mingi. His eyes burned with anger and frustration.

"How. Did. This. Happen?" he asked, his voice slow and threatening.

San, Mingi, and Wooyoung stood like guilty children, unable to meet his eyes.

"You had one job!" Hongjoong finally roared. "One simple job! To watch her!"

"Start talking," he snapped.

San took a deep breath before speaking. "She… she was crying," he said, his voice heavier than usual. "Not just a little—she was shaking. She looked at us with eyes full of pure despair, and…"

The room fell silent.

Then, the door suddenly burst open.

A breathless fisherman stood in the doorway, his face sweaty, chest rising and falling rapidly.

"You’re the eight men looking for that strange girl, right?" he panted. "The one who caused all that chaos in the city?"

All eyes locked onto him.

"I know where she is."

Everyone in the room froze. Hongjoong's outburst was abruptly cut off, and all eyes shot toward the fisherman.

"What did you say?" Seonghwa asked slowly, his tone commanding.

The fisherman swallowed with difficulty, still out of breath. "I… I saw a big man with a beard take her. Thrown over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing. He was heading toward the city gate."

"What kind of man?" Yunho asked sharply.

"A hunter, I think," the fisherman said, wiping a hand over his sweaty forehead. "He looked like someone used to hunting and surviving. I didn’t follow him further, but he left the city. Probably to his camp."

Mingi cursed softly. "Great. As if this wasn’t bad enough already, now she’s in someone else’s hands."

Hongjoong clenched his fists. "Did you see anything else? Anything that might help?"

The fisherman shook his head. "I didn’t want to get too close. He had a few others with him, but they didn’t seem to be in a hurry. As if they knew they weren’t being pursued."

"That changes now," Jongho said resolutely.

Yunho stepped forward, his sharp gaze locked on the fisherman. "You said that the bearded man wasn’t alone. What did the others look like?"

The fisherman took a deep breath and rubbed the back of his head as he thought. "Uh… well, the big guy with the beard was clearly the leader. Broad shoulders, rugged look, seemed like an experienced fighter. The others… There was one with a scar across his cheek, a lanky guy with bright red hair, a rather muscular man with a shaved head, and one who was smaller but had sharp eyes. They all carried weapons and seemed well-coordinated."

The room fell silent.

A heavy realization settled over the eight men like a looming storm cloud.

"Damn it," San muttered finally, running a hand through his hair. "It’s those hunters."

Wooyoung shot up. "Wait, you mean—"

"Yes," Seonghwa interrupted grimly. "The same men we kicked out when we found out that (y/n) had placed our supplies on their table."

Mingi swore. "So they have her now?!"

Hongjoong narrowed his eyes in thought, his fists clenching as the gravity of the situation sank in. "If that’s the case… then (y/n) is in deep trouble."

Jongho frowned. "Do you think they recognize her? That they know she was the one who put them in that situation?"

"If they don’t know yet, they’ll find out soon enough," Yeosang answered seriously.

Yunho crossed his arms and slowly shook his head. "That means getting her back isn’t just a matter of chasing after her. This is going to be a fight."

The fisherman glanced around uneasily. "Whatever you’re planning, I suggest you move fast. Those hunters didn’t look like they had any intention of treating her kindly."

Hongjoong sighed and massaged his temples. "We can’t afford to mess this up." His eyes scanned the group. "We need a plan. And this time, we do it smarter."

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(y/n) was thrown harshly to the ground, her body bouncing painfully against the hard earth. The men laughed at her weak attempt to get up.

“Well, well,” the deep voice of the bearded leader rumbled as he looked down at her. “You’ve caused us quite a bit of trouble, girl.”

(y/n) clenched her jaw and tried to steady her breathing. Panic wouldn’t help her now. She had to stay clear-headed, find a way out. But as she looked around, all she saw were the dark outlines of the forest and the fiery eyes of the hunters staring at her like a captured prey.

The man with the scar across his nose crouched in front of her and grabbed her chin roughly. “Why would those eight guys care so much about you?” he sneered, tightening his grip and tilting her head slightly as if trying to read an answer from her face.

(y/n) jerked her head away, but it only earned her a hard slap across the face. Her head pounded, and her ears rang, but she remained silent.

“Lost your voice?” The bearded leader grinned, stepping beside her with his boots planted firmly in the dirt.

One of the other hunters, the bald one with broad shoulders, leaned against a fallen tree and pulled a knife from his belt. He began toying with it, slowly running the blade over his fingertips. “Maybe we should loosen her up a bit. People tend to talk more when they’re uncomfortable.”

(y/n) heart pounded in her throat, but she knew she couldn’t let her fear show. “Why would I tell you anything?” she snapped, carefully pushing herself up onto her elbows. “What do you gain from knowing why they’re after me?”

The leader crouched beside her, a cold smile on his lips. “Because I want to know if you’re worth handing over… or if we should make our own deal with them. Maybe they’re willing to trade something for you. And if they’re not…” He let the words hang in the air, but the threat was clear.

(y/n) swallowed hard. She had gotten herself into serious trouble.

A fist came flying, slamming into her face. A sharp pain shot through her nose, and instantly, she tasted the salty, metallic tang of blood in her mouth. A warm trickle ran down her upper lip, dripped onto her chin, and fell to the dusty ground.

(y/n) curled in on herself, her breathing heavy and uneven. But despite the pain and the pounding in her head, the corner of her mouth twitched slightly upward. Her eyes sparkled with defiance as she wiped the blood away with the back of her hand.

“Well, well… so tough,” she mocked. “Hitting girls. Does that make you feel good?”

An icy silence fell over the camp. The hunters looked at their leader, waiting to see how he would react to her insolence.

The bearded man slowly leaned toward her, his large frame casting a shadow over her battered body. His breath reeked of alcohol and tobacco as he whispered menacingly, “Girl… I can do far worse than just give you a bloody nose.”

His voice was low and dangerous, and even the other hunters shifted uncomfortably.

(y/n) fingers curled into the dirt. She had to keep breathing. Keep thinking. Her heart pounded wildly.

The man straightened up and looked down at her bloodied face. “Let her stew for a while,” he ordered the others. “Maybe she’ll be more talkative once she realizes there’s no way out.”

One of the other hunters chuckled and kicked some dirt in her direction. “Or maybe after a few more hits.”

(y/n) breathing turned unsteady as the hunter’s words lingered like poison in her mind. Her hands trembled slightly, her heart pounded against her ribs. She was tied up, surrounded, and had no way to escape.

But she wasn’t alone.

Deep inside her, she felt the faint tremor of her inner fox, a soft, whimpering sound only she could hear. The fox sensed her fear and grew restless, stirring her instincts awake.

The leader of the hunters noticed her reaction and smirked. “Oh? Finally getting scared, girl?” He crouched beside her again, grabbing her chin roughly and forcing her to look at him. His nails dug into her skin. “I asked you a question. Why do those eight men want you so badly?”

(y/n) clenched her jaw, meeting his gaze with fiery eyes despite the fear tightening her throat.

One of the other hunters, a scrawny man with a filthy grin, pulled out a knife and let the tip glide along her arm. Not deep enough to cut, but just enough to make her feel the threat.

(y/n) fox whined in her head again, louder this time. Her heart raced faster. The fox sensed the danger and wanted to react.

The bearded leader stood up and cracked his neck. “Listen carefully,” he said. “We’ve already lost a lot because of you and those eight idiots. So if you think you’re walking away from this unharmed, you’re dead wrong.”

He gave a nod to the scrawny man with the knife. “Show her we mean business.”

Before (y/n) could react, she felt a sharp sting in her upper arm. Not deep, but enough to break the skin. She bit down hard on her lip to keep from making a sound, but her body trembled with anger and pain. Her fox growled loudly in her mind now.

The hunter grinned in satisfaction as a few drops of blood dripped onto the ground. “See? That was just the beginning.”

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The night was quieter than they wanted. No wind, no animal sounds—only the crackling of the campfire and the coarse laughter of the hunters. The eight men lay hidden among the trees, their bodies pressed low to the ground as they observed the camp. Hongjoong’s gaze was cold, locked onto (y/n), who sat bound on the ground, her head slightly bowed.

One of the hunters, the bearded man who had taken her earlier, stood over her. His rough voice carried through the camp. “So, tell us, girl… why do those eight want you so badly?”

(y/n) slowly lifted her head, her eyes dark with anger and pain. But before she could say anything, the man suddenly lunged forward and punched her hard in the face. Her head snapped back as a sharp cry escaped her throat.

San tensed at the sight. His fingers dug into the earth as he held his breath.

“Wait,” Yeosang whispered beside him. “We have to time this right.”

Meanwhile, the hunter crouched down, grinning as he watched blood trickle from (y/n) nose. “Well, well, so tough,” (y/n) sneered, licking the blood from her split lip.

The scrawny man let out a dry chuckle and pulled a dagger from his belt. He held the blade close to her face, tapping her cheek playfully. “I can do far worse than a bloody nose.”

He dragged the tip of the dagger slowly along her arm, just hard enough to leave a thin red line on her skin.

Yunho had to restrain himself from leaping forward. His knuckles turned white as he clenched his fists.

“I swear, if he lays another finger on her—” Mingi’s voice was barely audible, his entire body trembling with rage.

But Hongjoong shook his head. “Not yet.”

Wooyoung’s eyes flickered between the hunters and Y/n). He felt the adrenaline burning in his chest. But Hongjoong was right. If they intervened now without a plan, it would turn into chaos, and (y/n) might end up even more hurt.

The hunters didn’t seem finished with her yet.

They lay completely still among the trees, their breathing heavy and tense as they observed every movement in the camp. The hunters had gathered around (y/n), their shadows dancing in the flickering firelight. Hongjoong kept his gaze locked on them, his mind racing to form a plan.

“We need to get her out of there without it turning into an all-out fight,” Yeosang whispered. “If we charge in now, we might lose her in the chaos.”

Yunho nodded. “Maybe we can create a distraction? A false threat to shift their focus.”

Mingi glanced at San and Wooyoung, both still stiff with anger. “We need speed. The moment they’re distracted, I’ll grab her and disappear into the forest.”

Hongjoong narrowed his eyes. “Alright, but we—”

A bloodcurdling scream tore through the night.

All eight of them froze.

The scream came from the center of the camp. (y/n).

Their heads snapped up just in time to see one of the hunters looming over her, something sharp glinting in his hands under the firelight. She groaned, her body convulsing in pain.

Wooyoung gasped. “What are they doing to her?”

And then it happened.

(y/n) body stiffened, her breathing quickened, and a shiver ran across her skin. The fire cast eerie shadows across her face, and something… changed. Her eyes seemed lighter, her features sharper.

The hunters, who had just been grinning around her, suddenly took a step back. One of them cursed and reached for his weapon.

The eight men in the shadows felt the air tremble.

“What is…?” San whispered, but before anyone could answer, he felt it.

A presence.

A deep, primal force rippling through the camp.

And then (y/n) looked up.

But it was no longer just (y/n).

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(y/n) gasped as the man above her leaned in, his rough hand pressing down on her shoulder while he slowly dragged the dagger along her skin. The blade glinted in the dim light of the campfire, and she felt the chilling threat hanging in the air. "Let's see if you still have that big mouth when you feel real pain," he growled.

She tried to pull away, but her wrists were still tightly bound. Her muscles tensed, her breathing grew heavy and uneven. Fear coiled around her heart like an icy grip as she watched the man raise his dagger with a merciless grin… and then drive it brutally into her leg.

A sharp, burning pain shot through her body. A strangled cry escaped her throat as the metal pierced her flesh. Her vision blurred for a moment, her head spinning from the pain and adrenaline.

And then it happened.

A deep growl rumbled in her chest, raw and animalistic. Her fear vanished, swallowed by something much stronger. The fire inside her roared—not with panic, but with pure, untamed rage. Her breathing quickened, and suddenly, her body felt light… different.

Her eyes snapped open, now brighter than ever—almost glowing in the dark.

The man above her hesitated, his expression shifting from arrogance to confusion. "What in the actual hell…?"

But he didn't get the chance to finish his sentence.

With a speed he never expected, (y/n) pushed herself up with her bound hands and slammed her forehead into his jaw. The impact was hard and sudden, making him stumble backward.

Before he could recover, she wrapped her legs around his neck, twisted her body in a fluid motion, and yanked him down with brutal force. He hit the ground hard, cursing, but he had no chance to fight back.

(y/n) grip tightened, her muscles coiling like a predator crushing its prey. The man choked, his hands clawing at her legs, but she didn't let go.

The remaining four hunters stared at her, frozen in shock.

"What’s happening?" one of them murmured, his voice unsteady.

"I don't know," another whispered. "But… this isn’t normal."

(y/n) felt it too. She was still there, somewhere deep inside, but the fox had completely taken over. Her rage, her strength, her instincts—they were all unleashed.

And now, she was the hunter.

A tense silence hung in the air, broken only by the crackling campfire and the hunters' heavy breathing. The man beneath (y/n) struggled, his hands clawing at the dirt as he gasped for air. But she gave him no chance to break free. Her grip tightened, her eyes gleaming like burning gemstones in the dim light.

Then, one of the hunters suddenly broke the silence.

"No… NO! This can't be happening!" His voice trembled with fear as he took a step back. His eyes were wide, his breath quick and panicked. "I… I’ve heard about her! About the fox! We have to get out of here!"

His panic spread like wildfire. The other hunters glanced at him in confusion, but his hysteria planted a seed of unease in their minds.

"What the hell are you talking about?" one of them growled, his hand resting nervously on the hilt of his knife.

"The fox! The demon! I heard a ghost story a few towns over! They say she’s not just some girl—she’s a monster! A beast hiding in human form!"

(y/n) growled deep in her chest, a primal sound that made the hairs on their arms stand on end. The hunter stumbled back further, his eyes filled with fear and superstition.

"I'm telling you, we have to kill her now before she—"

Before he could finish his sentence, (y/n) moved.

Fast. Too fast.

With brutal force, she pushed off the ground and lunged at him. Her movements were fluid, unnaturally agile, as if the shadows themselves carried her forward. Her bound hands were no obstacle—her entire body was a weapon.

The hunter let out a startled yelp, raising his arms to defend himself, but it was too late. (y/n) shoulder slammed into his chest, knocking him back with a harsh thud. He hit the ground with a heavy crash, gasping for air as he clutched his ribs.

The other hunters finally reached for their weapons, knives and daggers flashing in the firelight. But their hands trembled. The fear was visible in their eyes now.

(y/n) felt the fox take full control. Her teeth clenched, her muscles trembled with adrenaline. The scent of their fear filled the air—thick and intoxicating.

She was no longer the prey.

She was the hunter.

(y/n) felt the burning knife in her leg, the throbbing pain of her bloody nose, and the stinging cut on her arm, but the fox forced her to keep fighting. The hunters' fear fueled her, but her body had already suffered too much. Her breathing was labored, her muscles screamed in protest with every movement.

The first hunter lunged at her, dagger raised. She dodged at the last second, ramming her shoulder into his ribs. He staggered but quickly regained his balance, swinging his blade at her again. At the same time, another hunter grabbed her from behind. A rough arm locked around her waist, yanking her backward. She thrashed, kicking wildly, but her strength was fading.

A third hunter struck her across the face—hard and merciless. Stars exploded in her vision, and she stumbled. The fox snarled inside her, but even the beast knew she couldn’t fight much longer. Her injuries were taking their toll.

Then chaos erupted.

From the trees, eight figures stormed forward like predators lying in wait. Hongjoong was the first to reach her, drawing his sword, his expression fierce and deadly. San and Wooyoung were right behind him, followed by Mingi and Yeosang, their fury crashing over the hunters like a tidal wave.

"Get your hands off her!" San snarled, fists clenched.

The hunters, now outnumbered and with two of their own already bleeding on the ground, realized they had no chance. Their leader, the bearded man, scanned the scene in an instant and made the only choice left to him.

"Grab them and get out of here!" he barked at his men.

The two least-injured hunters rushed to lift their fallen comrades, while the rest of the group retreated. Within seconds, they disappeared into the darkness of the night, their footsteps fading into the distance.

(y/n) was still standing, her chest heaving as she struggled to stay upright. Her legs felt heavy, her body screamed for rest. The fox inside her wanted to keep fighting.

(y/n) chest rose and fell as her body trembled from adrenaline. Her fox was in survival mode and refused to surrender. The hunters had fled, but now the eight men surrounded her—their postures tense, their gazes locked on her.

They are enemies.

The thought flashed through her mind as her glowing eyes darted between them. The fox and (y/n) could no longer tell friend from enemies—her instincts screamed at her to fight. Her lip curled in a warning snarl, her fingers twitching into claws.

San took a cautious step forward, his hands raised in a placating gesture. "(y/n), listen to me."

But the fox didn’t listen.

With a raw snarl, she lunged. Her claws slashed toward San’s chest. He barely dodged in time, feeling the air rush past his skin.

"Shit," he muttered.

Before he could recover, she spun and attacked Yunho. Her body moved purely on instinct—fast, aggressive, lethal. She struck at his side, forcing him back a few steps.

Mingi jumped in, trying to grab her wrists, but she slipped through his grip like a shadow and lashed out at him. Her nails raked across his arm, leaving thin red streaks.

“She’s still in fight mode,” Yeosang observed.

"No shit, Sherlock," Wooyoung growled, jumping back as (y/n) feinted an attack toward him.

But as the fox kept fighting, they began to notice. Her breathing was heavy. Her attacks were less precise. Her movements, no matter how fast and aggressive, lacked the strength they once had.

Yeosang analyzed her the most keenly. His eyes followed her patterns, noticing how her muscles trembled from exhaustion. Her injuries were slowing her down, and her reflexes were not as sharp as they should be.

"She’s tired," he whispered.

Hongjoong saw it too and gave a brief nod. "She’s been tied up all night, fought the hunters, and got injured. Her body can’t take much more."

San looked at (y/n), whose breathing was growing heavier. She tried to strike again, but her attack was less focused. Seonghwa blocked her blow effortlessly and gently pushed her back.

"I've got her," Seonghwa said calmly, and before (y/n) could launch another attack, he quickly stepped forward and wrapped his arms tightly around her.

(y/n) body tensed. Her fox growled and struggled, trying to bite, to break free, but Seonghwa’s grip was firm and unwavering.

"Easy, (y/n)," he whispered right next to her ear.

She kept struggling, her heart pounding, her entire body screaming to fight. But her strength was slipping away. Her limbs felt like lead. Her wounds burned and throbbed. Her fox let out one last weak growl.

With a final, exhausted gasp, her body went limp in Seonghwa’s arms.

Wooyoung and San stepped closer, their expressions filled with concern.

"It’s over," Yeosang murmured again.

Seonghwa felt how heavy her body had become against his own. He held her firmly while Hongjoong cast a quick glance at the others.

"We need to get her out of here," Hongjoong said resolutely.

Seonghwa nodded.

(y/n) eyes slowly fluttered shut. The last thing she felt was the warmth of Seonghwa’s body and the soft rhythm of his breathing before she completely faded into darkness.

The group stood in a circle, their breathing still heavy with tension. Seonghwa held (y/n) tightly in his arms, her limp body pressed against his chest. Her face was pale, the bloodstains on her clothes dark. Small tremors ran through her body—a sign of exhaustion and pain.

San ran a hand through his hair and sighed in frustration. “We can’t leave her like this. She needs care.”

Mingi nodded, crossing his arms. “Yeah, but we can’t just bring her into the city either. Not after everything that’s happened.”

Wooyoung looked at the sleeping (y/n) and slowly shook his head. “The hunters know who she is now. Maybe people won’t believe them, but they’ll talk. And if they convince enough people…”

Yeosang finished his sentence. “Then we won’t just have the hunters after us, but also bounty hunters or people who fear her.”

Hongjoong clenched his jaw. This was a problem.

They couldn’t risk returning to the city with (y/n) in this state. Not just because they could be recognized, but also because there was no telling how (y/n) herself would react when she woke up. Her fox had only just relinquished control—there was no guarantee she wouldn’t panic again.

“What if we go to another hideout?” Yunho suggested. “Somewhere further away, outside the city. Until she recovers and we can come up with a new plan.”

Hongjoong nodded slowly, thinking. “That would be the smartest move. But we need to go somewhere we won’t be found right away.”

Seonghwa scanned the area, his grip on (y/n) protective. “I know a place,” he said after a moment. “An old cabin, a few kilometers from here, on the edge of the swamp. We used it as a hideout once. No one likes going there, and it’s remote enough for her to recover without drawing attention.”

The group exchanged glances. A swamp wasn’t ideal, but it was better than the city, where the hunters could spread information at any moment.

“Can we carry her that far?” San asked, frowning as he glanced at the deep gash in her leg.

“I can carry her,” Seonghwa said firmly. “We’ll just take turns if necessary.”

Hongjoong nodded. “Alright. We leave now, before anyone notices us.”

The men carefully wrapped (y/n) in a cloak to shield her from the cold as best as possible. Seonghwa held her tightly against him and was the first to start walking, the rest forming a protective formation around him.

next chapter

[mirabelledevoted]

a little yap about art, caitlyn and arcanetwt that pmo

disclaimer one: i wrote this at 4am so it's bad written and messy and a lot of redundancy english it's no my first language its just thoughts i want to take off my chest

disclaimer two: im marxist so im talking more about how leftists sees art and this includes cait and arcane

WHY arcanetwt act like s01 was the first time they see a good portrait of class struggle and think that a game company from the us would come up with something groundbreaking and no just class conciliation. also some yall that think the frenchies from fortiche knows very well how to handle class struggle it's so funny to me like yall have so much faith in europeans so cute.

cinema has its own logic and its own morals. wanting to use "extra filmic moral" and ignoring a "diegetic moral" is asking to relate to cinema in very limited way.

it is possible to like any piece of media with shitty characters who end the story shitty. yall who cannot relate to characters who are morally mistaken/ambiguous or when it does it's only when the character learns a lesson in the end are very diminished people. MORALISM KILLS ART.

cinema has no obligation to teach anyone anything, to convey any message. stop this utilitarian view of art. we're talking about films and tv shows not social working. bad lesbians in a animated show are not setting the lesbian community back i promise you.

stop wanting films to confirm your worldview. whoever wants everything to be essentially its way is a child. let's learn to understand that movies or tv shows is much more than its success or failures according to our morals.

bad people makes good art and good people makes bad art. there are things that are offensive and bad but not everything that is offensive is bad and vice versa.

i know that some people will show up saying "so you're defending caitlyn, wrongdoings? NO. (I would never make her boring like that). what im saying is that if you think that s02 sucks and that you feel offended by it doesn't make you better than those who watch it with good grace. we as individuals know very well the things that we fuck with. in the end each person knows themselves and how far they can go. but please no moralism with art.

i know this "virtualization of me" it's strong on socials. everyone it's so performative that making jokes abt kkk and calling fans of 3d doll fascist would make you earn +1000xp on the moral olympics bcs no one would say such things face to face when there's no audience to please. so calling caitlyn this things its fine she doesn't exist but stop saying this horrible shit to real people especially now that we enter dark times. this banality on serious matters doesn't help anyone

if you hate caitlyn continue to debate about her i want my character alive thank u.

"examine everything and hold fast to what is good" amen.

[candyswirls]

Can we get Neoth panicking about Lilith's existence and thinking her a monster before realizing she's just like any other ten year old when she starts purring in his lap?

Well, and animalistic as well as cannibalistic due to the blood drinking, but she's fine, she just has the same markings as some African grass finch chicks have-

He rested his head on his fist, watching his grandchild. What did he do to merit this within her?

She had happily given him a wide, opened mouth smile. Those spots within her mouth and cheeks... inhuman. He felt guilt as she saw his expression and quickly pulled back.

What did this mean, though?

His mind ran through all the various gene-splicing he'd done when creating his sons. Was it his decision? What about Amar and Erda? No, he closely monitored the project.

This had to be his fault. Sanguinius had been worried. She wasn't growing and was turning a sickly pale shade. Weaker than usual. Duller.

She seemed interested enough in her hobbies, and he gladly indulged in it. He offered her a skull to carve into. He'd have been worried if this interest had Dorn not told him how they bonded over the shared aspect of each other's cultures.

Still, he questioned if this was the surface of something for more morbid.

She sat at the base of the throne steps.

"I usually use the tibia or humerus," she stated as she inspected the designs around the eye sockets.

"Not the femur?" He questioned, trying to keep the conversation going. He wouldn't ignore or dismiss her.

"No," she said. "It's too bulky for the types of designs and artistic vision I have. The really hard part is the small bones, though, like fingers. Lots of little details, and I am bigger than baselines. You have to be careful not to break them. It's considered bad luck and disrespectful to the dead."

He nodded slowly even though she couldn't see.

She continued, "Some say that I could just use astartes skeletons, but they don't offer their own for such purposes, and the ceramic infused bones are hard to carve into."

He raised a brow, "The bones are donated. An interesting aspect."

She looked up at him, "It's seen as a great honor to become a work of art and its also an honor to do it for someone. If you ever wanted I could carve your bones."

He stared a moment, and she laughed, "As if you'd ever die! No, but I think it's important to have that promise there."

He had seen the markings again but forced a smile through, "I am flattered at your offer. No doubt you would do well with my bones."

He was the master of mankind but right now, he had another important duty. Being a grandfather.

She stood and skipped up the steps. She kneeled at the throne, resting her elbows on his lap.

"Since it won't happen, I can show you what I'd do," she stated excitedly.

She pointed out each carving on the skull and what it meant. What she would do for him. How she would do things differently than this skull and others she'd carved into.

"I could use xenos or animal bones too and make you something," she offered. "I just need to find some really good ones."

Her glee was obvious.

He stroked her head, "Your father is very proud, I'm sure. I am as well. You take great care in your work. A worthy endeavor."

A smile crossed her face and she rested a head on his lap.

"Thank you," she said quietly.

He got the distinct impression that she needed to hear that. He continued stroking her head and hair and noticed a low and soothing rumble coming from Lilith. Purring. Like so many of his sons could do.

This put himself at ease as well. She'd be alright. She was very much a child. Only caring for her interests and wanting to have validation. She bore no ill will, and he'd have time to figure out something if anything did happen.

He just hoped there wasnt any romantic traditions with this. Throne forbid the day she developed a crush.

[amatun28]

My Top best BTS members fic in my whole fanfic reading journey. ( ao3, YT, Wattpad, tumblr) [Part:01]

🌸These fanfics have my whole heart. The amount of happiness,emotion,nostalgia i felt its beyond unimaginable. I will cherise those fics until the end of my life. Thank you of all those writer who britten my day with their incredible talent and creativity. 🌸

🌺Long thread ( please read the review with patience)🌺

💐Author💐

1. Rafae's fiction on YT

My fanfic journey started with YT. I know many of us doesn't read yt fanfic, although we have solid reason not to do. Some of us also think yt fanfic means cringy type of fic. But trust me Rafae is a gem. Like she is truly exceptional. She has a strong aura that anyone can be captivated.

🍁Her stories🍁

◼Throne [ Taehyung fanfic ] by Rafae on YT

Genre: Royal au, arranged marriage, Angst (so much angst), smut, romance, fluff, happy ending. [completed]

Summary : A story of Royalty. A Periodic tale of three kingdoms. A tale of kings and Queens. " Throne" Is a story that had everything; Love, loyalty, friendship, betrayal, evilness, partition, pain, suffering, development, empowerment and devotion. A tale that takes the Romance to different level after passing through the stages of love. A tale of a Queen, more than a King. A tale of woman who proved that there is nothing stronger in this world than a broken woman. The Queen who teaches us to look in the eyes of demons and say Here I am standing, come and try to break me.

-Review:

[Must read] : The first thing I will say is it's not the typical type of fanfic people usually read, where the female lead is always weak or submitted to the male lead. This fanfic will change someone's perspective on women. And about the male lead, he is so caring and soft-spoken when it comes to his woman, sweet, with a strong moral compass and leadership like a full package. His character is so beautifully written that you will feel pain in your heart thinking, In real life, why do these kinds of men not exist? This story also has many different side characters, and each character has a different story, and each of them is so painfully beautiful. This series has 100 episodes. I had never seen any YT fanfic this long. Even the epi time is also very long, about 25-30 mins. Some of you will think that its 100-episode series might be boring, but trust me, not a single episode of this series is boring. Every episode is packed with suspense, emotion, and breathtaking plot twists that will leave you on the edge of your seat. And the best part? The storytelling is so vivid that it feels like watching a historical K-drama unfold right before your eyes. If you read the story, you will see the mention of 3 kingdoms that were actually from the Korean map that ruled ancient time Korea during the Three Kingdoms Period. So just go give it a chance; I must say you won't regret it. Also, the BGM of this series is like a full chef's kiss. 🤌

[Note: There are some grammatical mistakes in this series. The author had to upload one EP every Tuesday of the week. On YT after uploading the EP, she couldn't even edit the episode. Otherwise, all of the things are so perfect, so just dig in. ☺]

▪🍁[Jungkook fanfic]🍁

◼ [Reading between the lines] by anonymous on (ao3)

Genre: kinda enemies to lovers au,University au, slow burn, fluff, Smut, also jungkook is so sweet:( [completed ]

Summary: You're an art student beginning your final year at university, and the assigned partner for thesis project? Much to your dismay, it's Jeon Jungkook. You don't like him — he doesn't seem to try very hard, and besides, he's on the soccer team, and you don't really get along with athletes.

Thanks to a lack of available models and a shortage of studio space, you end up spending a large portion of your semester locked in a tiny closet with Jungkook, where you eventually discover he's nothing at all like you originally thought.

-Review:

Plz this is so good. Like so so so good.😭 you have to read this. The slow burn, the tension, the way their relationship grows. This kind of books will make your chest hurt (in a good way). And about Jungkook, i hopelessly inlove with his character. Also the pace of love-story was perfect like PERFECT. I will never forget the emotion and butterfly i felt reading this. Also the smut 👌💋. So just go and read this. A must read.

◼ Phycho by @moonchiiild_ on wattpad

Genre: Personality disorder au (reader), established relationship, romance, angst, happy ending [ completed]

Summary: You are wounded and broken. Laughing at scars was your habit, but tending your wounds was his speciality. Some may call Jeon Jungkook a perfect man to exist, but you knew your husband better than that; if you were his Bonnie, he is your Clyde. Psycho, maniac, insane. World called you many names, but your husband calls you his wife and stands beside you when no one dares. Jungkook is your possession, your medicine. The world may have rejected a bitch like you, but it takes only one person to snatch the monster out of you.

-Review:

Masterpiece the only word go to this series. This book is mix of suspense, romance. The first chapter of this book got me chokehold and there was no way escape of this. I just can't stop thinking about this. The characters are so good specially jungkook, this man is embodiment of all my fantasies here. After reading this story the only thing you will say that if i can't find any man like Jungkook in this book then i dont want any man. Like He is the STANDARD. Also there was so much angst on this book. But in the end its all worth it :(((

▪🍁[Taehyung fanfic]🍁

◼ Perpetual Rain by @NovainRose_ on wattpad

Genre: Slow brun, some fluff, angst, Smut, Reaper au, kinda time travel au?? [ completed ]

Summary: A troubled - soon to be - college girl is ravaged by uncontrollable hallucinations that she can't explain. Making an unexpected friendship with a stranger she met on the street but, he has secrets of his own. "Seriously, you've got me worried." His hands pressed into the tables brim, ready to get up at any second. "You barely even know me, why are you so worried?" You stared at him, irritated and confused. He was so persistent! "Is it bad for someone to care? Even if it's for a stranger?" Dark brown eyes narrowing and chest-nut hair cast to the side with a tilt of his head. "Just trust me." But, could she?

-Review:

I am whipped; I am just WHIPPED. It's such a beautifully written, deeply emotional journey filled with longing, love, and pain that lingers like the scent of the rain on a stormy night. This book still haunts me like a nightmare. The writing is so mesmerizing. Also, this book is kind of atmospheric. There is also a 2nd part of this book called" Timeless Snow". But this book is really a slow burn, like really, really slow burn. So don't get frustrated. Just go and read; trust me, you will love it. This book is one of my the must-read books.

This is my first time posting on tumblr. And these fanfics are very close to my heart. If you love these stories then plz show lot of love to the original author of these stories. At the end of the day, fanfic writers rely on positive reviews from readers. Its make the original author happy. Also, if you love the recommendation, then please tell me also.😌 So that maybe i will also make the part 2 of my favourite fanfics. 👀

[alijuan]

I resent the glorification of BG3 over Veilguard not only because Larian copied BioWare (and not very well imo) but also because that game was a disappointment to me. I expected a sequel to BG2 but got DOS3 at best, if not a copy of DOS2. Although Durge as the culmination of the series hits the spot for me, it’s one of the few things that got me stuck with BG3 for so long.

Not like Veilguard, because DA was special to me, but still disappointing. Especially problems with lore and sometimes its superficial presentation, with a few good exceptions. And Tav as an alternative main character who doesn't fit into the series or even the plot of BG3 (typical Larian). Sorry for all Tavs, mine too, but their plot is boring and sometimes alogical; they’re not much different from Rook to me outside of roleplaying.

Larian tried to copy Bioware but it turned out to be more a parody to me. BG3 is still a typical Larian game. Hollow world that can’t be compared to DAO, the oddities and changes in lore for the sake of narrative, not a very interesting group dynamic (inspiration from BioWare is so obvious here but so superficial; it’s progress for Larian because relationships between companions weren't in their games before but overall it's average).

I think they were trying to evoke a sense of nostalgia. Astarion is a good example of this. They changed tiefling to white-haired elf who reminds Zevran, Fenris and Dorian at the same time. At least they changed that he wanted vampirism and paid for it, otherwise it would not only be weird for a young high elf to be so greedy for vampiric immortality but he'd just be Fenris 2.0.

Even compared to other similar games, BG3 is not brilliant. I usually use Pathfinder WOTR as a modern example because it has similarities with BG3 but better in many aspects, including choices, respect to lore, mc’s connection to the plot (if we speak about Tav) and many more, with much smaller budget. In my opinion, Owlcat is a better successor of classic CRPGs. Not to mention that Owlcat doesn't rewrite character stories or change scenes after release for the sake of fanservice. They stand up for their ideas when it comes to adding or changing something in their game for fans (Larian would never).

I disagree that Larian released a finished game. The third act looks rushed and unfinished, the epilogue came six months later, the evil endings only a year later. It wasn’t a final product on release because they're still changing cutscenes and dialogues like it's early access. But finally someone said that Larian didn't do something revolutionary. This is how RPGs work, and a lot of the standards came from BioWare.

I am just a little bit annoyed how everyone is comparing Bioware to Larian....

Not because I think we should be too lenient towards Bioware. God and everyone who follows me on this site knows how massively disappointed I am with Veilguard and that I am not expecting them to deliver on the next Mass Effect.

And Larian has done an outstanding job with BG3.

However: the praise Larian has gained also served to show how low expectations in the gaming industry were. I read and hear time and time again how Larian supposedly has set a new standard in gaming but they actually didn't?

What have they done? They released a finished well written and well rounded RPG. An RPG with diverging story branches and player choices with consequences.

Do you notice something? THIS IS NOT REVOLUTIONARY, PEOPLE!

A revolution by defintion entails a course of action that is entirely new and a complete break from what was done before. Larian did not do that. They simply fulfilled the PRE-EXISTING criteria for an RPG. Nothing more, nothing less.

Yet, since standards have appearantly fallen so low in the respective genre, everyone acts like adhering to the working definition of an RPG and selling a complete product is somehow revolutionary. Literally nothing about that is new. It should be standard.

And it breaks my heart everytime someone compares Bioware to Larian in this regard.

No, before you come at me, not because I want to defend and protect them. They 10000% deserve all the backlash (minus the death threats) they are recieving. But because Baldur's Gate was originally a Bioware IP to begin with.

Larian did not do anything revolutionary. They built on what Bioware has already established. And you feel the old Bioware DNA even in BG3.

You feel it in the characters, their stories and personalities, the dialogue. They brought back old characters like Minsc and Jaheira. My heart breaks a little more everytime I feel these pieces of OG Bioware. Like echoes of an era long gone, only to realize it is not Bioware.

I feel its spiritual proximity to DAO. Sometimes the combat music even reminds me of DAO combat music. I briefly think I am playing my Warden before I snap out of it and see my sorceress Tav between Astarion and Karlach. And my heart breaks.

Boo, Minsc's hamster, was originally referenced by Shepard having a hamster when the player decided to purchase one. Shepard's hamster made the same noises as Boo in BG2 and Shepard even used Minsc's signature line in regards to him "Go for the eyes." in the Citadel DLC.

Now Minsc says Boo is a miniature giant SPACE hamster and I tear up because I instantly think of Shepard and my heart breaks. Breaks but also warms because Larian thought it was important to still honor the original inventor of Baldur's Gate with a Shepard reference in return.

To sum it up: it is so frustrating to see people comparing Bioware to a developer studio that was conforming to standards implemented by Bioware to begin with.

[yuwuta]

gojo would kill your work husband. but if he were the work husband, that's a different story

REAL!! he’s such a hypocrite because if someone mentioned you had a work husband, his entire world would stop and he wold devise the absolute worst plans to make sure that your co-worker, everyone at your job, and everyone in the next building over knew that he was happily committed to you 

but if he is the work husband, he’s very........ dutiful in his role. there’s a loose office/lawyer au in my head where satoru is your secretary, and for all intents and purposes, your personal assistant, and he’s good at his job, but mostly because he considers his job to be pleasing you. he has coffee for you when you arrive, he moves your schedule around without you asking, he has answers to questions before you can even ask them, he has fresh flowers on your desk weekly, pokes into your meetings to pretend to hand you a file that’s really just maybe a single document in a manilla folder with candy on top of it—he’s made himself your business, your partner; he’s made himself irreplaceable, and he loves to remind everybody of that fact. 

he’s also extremely loyal. sure, he could day a week’s worth of work done in about a day, but that doesn’t mean he’ll just use his talents for anybody. he’s your secretary, so he’s at your beck and call, and everyone knows it. they know he’s the best, but also that he’s off limits—not because you won’t share him, but because satoru won’t let himself be shared. 

he also extends his duties beyond work, of course. when he hands you a print out of your schedule for the day and you’re confused by the three-hour block of time you have in the middle of the day, satoru just helps you shrug your coat of your shoulders and smiles, “that’s for the lunch date you have with me, of course!” hanging up your coat in your closet for you, “i’m paying, see you soon, sweets.” and because you’re great at your job, and satoru helps you be great, nobody really questions when the two of you have time for a 13-course tasting menu at 1pm on a tuesday afternoon. and if they did, all satoru would say that you two had a lovely date 

[celestriix]

thinking about klavier gavin again because i saw someone say that the fact that he's the only prosecutor in the series who wants to find the truth and isn't insanely obsessed with winning like the other prosecutors makes him really boring

and i understand it to some extent when comparing him to other prosecutors but... Klavier Gavin??? BORING????

after playing aa4 i was OBSESSED with klavier gavin and the untouched potential of this guy

he loses his best friend/bandmate, his brother AND his mentor in the span of like a year?? i think??? which is INSANE.

there's something very tragic about klavier, a person who values finding the truth above all else, finding out that two of the people closest to him betrayed his trust and lied to him and used him for their own means AND ARE MURDERERS.

and then his mentor, a person who taught that seeking the truth is what a lawyer should do, gets murdered by a person who believes that winning in trials is the most important thing above all else WHICH IS THE SAME EXACT THING THAT KRISTOPH VALUED AS WELL !!!

this core belief of finding out the truth that klavier has, leads him to finding out about the things that daryan and kristoph did, and even though they are important to him, people he CARES about, he continues to work with apollo to see that justice is served.

and the fact that we don't get to see anything of klavier getting any closure after the events of aa4 makes me insane

we never get to see much of klavier's feelings on what happened or him fully processing the events of aa4 and that one case in aa5 and it makes me soooo upset. i wish he got more than that little cameo in aa5 and that one tiny flashback appearance in aa6.

in an alternate universe, aa4 got a true sequel that fully explored klavier's character, as well as phoenix's, klavier's, AND apollo's relationship with kristoph, and klavier's relationship with phoenix post-aa4, and also a more thought out? (for the lack of a better word) backstory for apollo, and an exploration of the jury system, and a game that ACTUALLY built upon the foundation that aa4 laid out.

and i am forever upset that we are not in that alternate universe.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

kinda cryin at learnin my cats favorite toy was a lil captain america but also that dhe got his eyes ripped out

[yellowocaballero]

Been a fan of your fics for YEARS. I was just telling my friend how despite how much I read fics I never actually love them, with some of your fics (especially TMA) as the exception. Felt the need to reread some of them and saw you reblogged some ISAT fanart. So. Any thoughts on ISAT you'd like to share?

Hope you have a wonderful day!! So happy I found your fics again!!

I avoided answering this for a while because I was trying to think of a way to cohesively and coherently vocalize my thoughts on In Stars and Time. I have given up because I don't want to hold everybody here all day and I have accepted that my thoughts are just pterodactyl screeching.

I love it so much. I have so much to say on it. It drove me bonkers for like a week straight. I have AUs. It's absolute Megbait. They're just a little Snufkin and they're having the worst experience of anybody's life. Ludonarratives my fucking beloved.

I am going to talk about the prologue.

The prologue is such a fascinating experience. You crack open the game and immediately begin checking off all of the little genre boxes: mage, warrior, researcher, you're the rogue...some little kid who's there for some reason...alright, you know the score. You're in yet another indie Earthbound RPG, these are your generic characters, let's get the ball rolling.

Except then you realize that these characters are people. You feel instantly how you've entered the game at its last dungeon, at the end of the adventure. They have their own in-jokes, histories, backgrounds, adventures. They get along well and they're obviously close, but not in a twee or unrealistic way. They have so much chemistry and spirit and life. I fell in love with them so quickly.

But Sif doesn't. Sif kind of hates them, because they will not stop saying the same damn thing. They walk the same paths, do the same things, make the same jokes, expect Sif to say the same lines. They keep referencing a Sif we do not see, with jokes we never see him make and heroic personality he never shows - they reference a Sif who is dead - and Sif can't handle that, so he kills them too.

They become only an exercise in tedious frustration. Sif button mashes through their dialogue, Sif mindlessly clicks the same dialogue options, Sif skips through the tutorial, Sif blows through the puzzles. Sif turns their world into a video game. Sif is playing a generic RPG. Sif forgets their names. They are no longer people with in-jokes, histories, backgrounds, adventures. They're the mage, the warrior, the researcher, and...some random kid.

I did not understand the Kid's presence at first. I had no idea what they contributed to the game. They didn't do anything. As a party member in a video game, they're a bit useless. Why is the Kid there?

Because Sif's life isn't a video game. Because the kid isn't 'the kid'. They're Bonnie. Bonnie, who the party loves. Why is Bonnie there? Because they love them. There is no room for Bonnie in the boring RPG that Sif is playing. And then you realize that Sif is wrong, and that they've lost something extremely important, and that they'll never escape without it.

Watching the prologue before watching ISAT gave ISAT the most unique air of dread and horror, because you crack open ISAT and you see the person Sif used to be. You realize that Sif used to be a person. Sif used to be the person who made jokes, who gave real smiles, who interacted with the world as if they are a part of it. And you know you are sitting down to watch Sif lose everything that made them a person, to lose everything that made them a member of this world, and turn them into a character in a video game who doesn't understand the point of Bonnie at all.

At the climax of the game, when the others realize that something is deeply wrong and that Sif physically cannot tell them, they realize that there is nothing they can do. So Bonnie declares snacktime. And for the first time they have snacktime.

What is snacktime? Classic JRPGs don't have snacktime. There's literally no point to a snacktime - not in a video game, and not in Sif's terrible life. It's not fixing this, because nothing can fix this. But Bonnie gives Sif a cookie and Sif eats it.

It's meaningless. It's a cutscene. It didn't save Sif and it didn't change a thing. It will make no difference in the end.

But it did make the difference. It made all of the difference in the world. Bonnie is a character who you really don't understand the point of before you realize that Bonnie was the entire point.

ISAT is about comfort media. Why do we play the same video games over and over again? Why do we avoid watching the finale of our favorite shows? What is truly comforting: a story with no conflict, or a story where you always know what is about to happen? Do you want to live in a scary, uncontrollable world, or do you want to play Stardew Valley? Do you want a person or a character?

When I beat Earthbound for the first time (and if you don't know, the prologue/ISAT battle system is just Mother) and watched the ending cutscene where the characters part ways and say goodbye...I felt a little bit sad. I wanted them to be together forever. But that's something only characters could ever be.

[tsatsked]

my Cool Hat tierlist fueled by my irritation about Yenisei's hat (playaple characters up to ver2.5 i1 uncluded)