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Team Bonding Night

Part 5 - Fire on Fire Series A/N: I do have up to chapter 14ish of this pre-planned however if anyone has anything they might want to see in it please let me know and I will try to include it in here somewhere, if I don't already have it included.

Tonight was team bonding night and you decided that you would start the year right and offer to hold the first team bonding of the year. Stina and Frida came over and helped you set up. It was decided there would be a few games of pool before a movie. As all the girls arrived there were plenty of comments about how fancy your place was and how your parents must be rich, they were all light hearted and really just jokes but unbeknownst to everyone they all hit a nerve, but you had prepared for this and so you just ignored it, knowing that the girls meant nothing.

You had just performed the break shot for the last game of the night when Leah came up behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist as she rested her chin on your shoulder. You were almost expecting a comment from someone or even at least a look from Beth, who kept teasing you about ‘your very close friendship with Leah’, at Leah’s actions however no one batted an eyelid. But it was most likely because Leah was known for her hugs and hugging people, so much so that it didn’t even surprise you when she did it.

“Hello,” you said as she turned her head so it rested on your shoulder, “as much as I appreciate this it’s almost my turn again,” you informed her, she just hummed before letting you go.

The pool game was coming to an end, with Katie and Caitlin having two remaining balls to sink whilst you and Steph were now trying to sink the 8-ball, so Stina decided to start setting up for the movie, opening the door to the gym to get the bean bags.

“Holy Crap, how do you have so many trophies and medals?” Alessia let out, announcing the fact to the whole team, causing you to wish that you could just vanish right there and then, not even thinking about the fact everyone would see them, whilst you were getting ready, to be fair Alessia wasn’t over reacting, you had a large amount of Trophies. With at least one trophy for every football season, and at least two medals per season, plus an assortment of Track & Field and Cross Country trophies and medals, the collection grew pretty quickly.

“Where are they all from?” Kyra asked in awe, “Well school gave us them, if you scored the most goals, and then each season we got medals, and all the cross country and Track ones are school, and then obviously club football too,”

“You got medals and trophies for sport? Like regularly,” “Yeah, at awards nights, we got them for academic stuff too,”

“See that’s what happens when you go to a School like Melbourne Grammar, you’ve got to sit through the several hours long assemblies regularly.” Steph joked, it was something you always complained about to her.

“Isn’t Melbourne Grammar Expensive? Wait but is it true that your parents are also totally rich?” Katie asked, you just slightly nodded as you saw Leah’s eye widen from across the room at the mention of your parents, thankfully Beth diverted the conversation without anyone returning to the topic.

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You were sitting on the couch next to Leah as you all watched a movie. At some point Leah’s arm migrated to be around your back with her hand resting on your waist and you had dropped your head to rest on her shoulder.

“You must’ve had a good childhood,” Katie said as she looked around at the photos of you on the wall, you grinning in almost every single one, your Aunt’s by your side for a lot of them. However you hadn’t noticed she was looking at the photos and you thought that she was still on about the whole money thing, but not wanting to make a big deal you didn’t want to say much, so you settled with a simple “sure,” sounding a little annoyed.

“Oh did you never get a pony,” her joke sent you over the edge and so you snapped, you felt Leah’s hand grip onto your wrist as you stood up encouraging you not to do so, but you just ripped your arm from her grip.

“No Katie. I got a Pony. I’m just an embarrassment to the family according to my parents. I was told that football didn't matter, that the thing I was best at and loved was pointless and never going to happen as the family reputation needed to be upheld. I missed my first ever national camp, because I wasn't allowed to go, because it would’ve meant I would miss too much school, and CEOs, CFOs, doctors, professors or board members don’t take days off school. I have never made my parents proud, the more milestones I reach in my career, the more successful I am the more I become a failure to them. So yes, I did have money, and I thankfully had two very kind hearted women who made up for the fact I didn’t have parents, but my life wasn’t and will never be pure rainbows and sunshine,” you felt tears well up in your eyes as you suddenly realised you had just revealed a major part of your past to not just Katie but the whole team, you felt all eyes in the room on you, you couldn’t stay, you felt like the dam would break soon and you couldn’t embarrass yourself further in front of the team, so you got up, you left the room and headed towards the stairs, not knowing what else to do.

You slid down the wall of the spare bedroom upstairs as you dropped your head, holding it in your hands as you began to cry.

Stina had followed you and she quickly came to sit by your side, pulling you into her side.

“I can’t believe I did that, I just, jag bara. Jag tänkte inte och nu vet de alla. Tänk om-” (I just. I didn’t think and now they all know. What if-)

“Y/N/N andetag, ta några djupa andetag” (breath, take some deep breaths), Stina instructed you as she placed her hands on your shoulders, shifting to be kneeling in front of you.

A light knock was heard from the door and Beth and Steph popped their heads around the corner, “Oh sorry, we just thought you might want some water,” Stina nodded her head and they came in, placing the water on the floor next to you.

“Tack,” (thank you) you replied forgetting you weren’t talking to Stina anymore, “Sorry, thank you,” both women nodded and smiled before turning around to head out.

“Will Katie hate me now?” you ask no one specifically, causing the two women to turn around again.

“Y/N, no she won't, if anything I think she feels bad and is worried you won’t like her anymore.” Beth said and you nodded softly.

“Is everyone still downstairs?” You questioned, “No, Leah is letting them all out,” Steph told you nodded as you relaxed a little again, “I should probably go, Kyra will be waiting for me,” “yeah, Viv will be waiting for me,” “I think I’m taking Frida home, unless you want us to stay,” “No, its okay, I should go see if Leah is still here and apologise to her,” as you walked down the stairs you saw Leah standing in the middle of the living room fiddling with her wrist, you walked up to her.

“I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” You asked and she wrapped her arms around you, to give you a hug.

“No, it’s okay, you didn’t, but I’m sorry for not letting you speak up, I know she was only joking but it still wasn't right.” she said as she tried to pull back, “as much as I would love to stay and talk I think Lia is waiting for me in the car,” you let go of the hug as your mood slightly dropped “oh,” you said taking a step back, “come over for breakfast tomorrow?” “of course” she replied smiling and you returned the smile before she let herself out.

“So,” Steph said as she walked into the room, “That was,” Beth followed, dragging out as she couldn’t find the right word, “Palpable,” Stina said, assisting Beth.

“Please don’t I’ve already told you we’re just friends,”

“Okay,” they all replied with a raised eyebrow before hugging you and saying their goodbyes.

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You were sitting at the kitchen island next to Leah as you ate breakfast when the doorbell rang.

“Oh, I’ll go get that, don’t you dare eat any more of my food,” you looked at her and she smirked, “Leah, don’t,” you instructed her again as you opened the door.

“Oh Katie, hi,” your words were enough for Leah to get up out of her chair and come over to where you were at the door.

“Erm, hi,” the Irish woman said, “I just wanted to apologise for last night, I erm, I shouldn’t hav-” “It’s okay Katie, you couldn’t have known and I’m sorry for snapping at you, I, well some stuff is going on with my family, more my parents currently, so it’s just something that is currently a sensitive topic, usually it doesn’t bug me,” you cut her off, “Erm, okay yeah, sorry,” she said still kind of awkwardly, “It’s okay,” you reminded her as you pulled her in for a hug, “you’re welcome to join us for breakfast if you want.”

Katie took you up on your offer and so you, Leah and her all had breakfast together before driving to training.

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Lee Jihoon ✶ 𓂃 Hold my hand when we run (chapter 1)

w.c : 7.8 k (holy shi-)┊ synopsis : your father's mafia business is in crisis. another gang leader offers your father help, but in exchange of you marrying him. ┊ content warning : (not smut for this chpt but still mdni) ,, mentions of guns, blood, mafias, etc ,, sort of arrange marriage ,, mafia!woozi ,, mafia's daughter! reader ,, lowkey neglectful parents ,, not many major trigger warnings for this chapter ┊ ceecee's note : this is the first chapter and is already so huge lol I think the fic will be about 3-4 chapters in total with the same wc range. smut will follow in chapters ahead. also I have beta-read this myself so there may still be some mistakes so please ignore if possible <3

There was no denying that your father’s business was soon to be doomed. With all the heavy interest loans atop him and after risking another beef with the rival gang, your father had pretty much brought it upon himself.

The rival business had caught up with all of your father’s losses and was coming for his whole gang’s throat now. In the past 3 weeks, you have heard more threats than hellos. You and your mother were soon and surely to be caught up in this tragedy too, if nothing can be done soon enough.

And the alliance parties and the gangs under your father were not helpful at all. If they weren't so deeply tangled up in your father’s business, they’d not be here anymore at all. Hypocritical, you think, how they could lick and kiss your father’s boots at the time of his prime to get away with all of their illegal businesses but do only so much as gossip around about him when he’s in trouble now. They wouldn’t have joined this conference held by your father either, if not for their own businesses and lives, being on the dangerous edge.

Even right now, as your feet angrily shook under the big meeting table, all the leaders and their assistants and their managers and their close men chatted among themselves instead of discussing a business strategy. You wanted to scoff and insult them for their behaviour if not for one of their help bringing in a solution to the room.

A solution in the disguise of a man – another mob boss.

You were just as anxious and restless in the wait of the said boss – who was still absent after a whole hour of the discussed time of the meeting.

You expected yet another self-entitled 50-year-old obese bald man to get involved in your business as if you didn’t already have enough of them in your alliances, too self-centered and careless to be punctual for an important meeting like this one.

Which is why it shocked you when the person who entered the room was a fine young-looking man who walked with elegance and a strong demeanour. Two men followed him, each dressed in black suits as he himself wore a formal (and a little messy) attire with a white wrinkled silk shirt, a black blazer, a loosely looped tie around his neck, and a silver jewellery adoring his neck. Strangely enough, he also wore a metallic silver mask, not covering his face completely, but enough to conceal his identity. He was a bit short than average man but not unattractively so, his hair long, pulled back into a slick ponytail at the back of his head, only a few strands escaping at the front.

Everyone in the room instantly stood up in his presence, and you followed. He scanned the large room, eyes as uninterested as they could be as he offered himself a sit at the centre of the table, right leg crossed over the left and leaning back with zero respect shown to those who are all definitely elder to him. You were simultaneously annoyed and impressed at his attitude.

“Woozi-ssi, welcome!” one of the men in the room exclaimed. Your mouth opened slightly ajar as you realised who you sat in front of. Woozi – the young yet powerful, rich and pretty much self-made boss of the rather new mafia group from another city – was in front of you. You had heard about him before, about his weaponry, money laundering, and contract-killing business, from your father or other colleagues in your father’s office, but you'd never thought you would actually ever meet him.

Another man took the opportunity to speak, “Woozi-ssi! I’m the one who contacted you, Seon Jong-soo! And look here, this is my son, Seon Jae-”

“I couldn’t care less for the formalities, Seon whatever-your-name-is,” Woozi interrupted unbothered, “what’s the problem I was called for.”

You exchanged glances with your father before he sighed briefly and explained his situation – the loan, the possible business downfall, the threats of the rivals. Another man, whom you assumed to be his personal assistant, backed behind him and noted it all down in a small notepad.

When your father was done talking, Woozi huffed a chuckle. “Doesn’t sound as big of a deal to me,” because it isn’t your darn family at potential gunpoint, bastard, you couldn’t stop thinking. “Is no one even gonna offer me some whiskey?”

You could almost scoff at this man’s behaviour if it wasn’t for your whole family’s life to be in his hands now.

Your father motioned to one of his men, who ran out of the room to grab a drink. The mafia leader in front of you leaned his head back and closed his eyes in the meanwhile. The others in the room could only look at each other, before one of them attempted to speak up, “so, woozi-ssi, what do-”

“Shh, boss is thinking,” the man behind him - the assistant spoke. You internally scoffed, the man is a second away from snoring. The whiskey comes in and gets served to Woozi, who takes one long sip from the glass.

“You don’t have to worry, Mr l/y/n, I'll handle the situation completely. Your rival is a rival to me too. And an enemy of the enemy is a friend – isn’t that what they say? Anyways, regardless,” woozi spoke, chuckling a little, and scanned his eyes around the room, briefly making eye contact with every other person. His gaze didn't meet yours though, not yet. “Regardless that, what do I get in return?”

You could see your father squirm in his place. There were usually only a few specific things mafia businesses exchanged during alliances. It could be drugs – not something your father dealt with usually, but could arrange for with his wide reach of contacts. Though you doubt woozi would sell his deal with that, when he could very much fetch better deals himself. It could be humans or organs, but you wouldn’t let your dad trade some innocent people to be slaughtered and sold like that. It could be money, but woozi is already paying your loan, you wouldn't expect it to be a deal if he was to ask it back with interest, putting your father in the same risk all over again. It could be trade of arms and weaponry and fighting men, but you hardly think woozi lacks any of those as it is. Or it could be, the less common but most frustrating one – a marriage alliance.

“Well, what is it that you desire, woozi-ssi?” your father offered, “i may not be able to give it to you instantly, but i can surely arrange for it soon enough.”

“Hmm,” jihoon began dramatically, looking up at the ceiling in thought, “what can I have? I have everything, money, business, house, cars, girls, men, guns, weapons, and did I mention money? Well, nothing I need, really,” you bit your tongue, is he actually thinking or just showing off? “Then again, how can I make a deal if I do not get anything out of it.”

One thing you could see woozi was very good at doing is shutting up these otherwise talkative old men, making them uncomfortable enough to stop spewing their nonsense. You wouldn’t lie, that was quite attractive on his behalf.

“There are quite some beautiful ladies in this room, and I am still unmarried, you know,” woozi spoke again. You weren’t the only girl in the room, surely, but most of them were rather lowly assistants, old wives of some men or some waitresses to cater the guests. You wonder if woozi was trying to gesture towards you all along – looking like the only girl around his age with a higher social status, and especially considering who's daughter you were. Your doubts were only confirmed when woozi makes eye contact with you, “what’s her name.”

His dark eyes felt like piercing through yours, intimidating your soul. You held every muscle of your body to not flinch and look away from him. Your father moves a little, attempting to talk, but you speak before him, “l/y/n y/n, his daughter,” you say gesturing towards your father. Your ears feel hot and red under his strong gaze, when he smirks at your boldness.

“W-woozi-ssi, can’t we see for other arrangements, some other girl? I do have contacts with some girls who are more beautiful and worthy of your attention,” you father stumbles upon his words, trying to shift the mafia’s dangerous eyes from you.

They don't though. His eyes remain focused on you even as he speaks to your father, “I hardly think we can,” he says firmly, “unless, of course, she would rather reject me.”

As sincere as his words sounded, his smirk added a doubt in it. A condition in his deal. You knew all the eyes in the room were looking at you. Your father wanted to keep you apart from a man neither of you knew anything about. As much as his business meant to him, he wouldn’t sacrifice his daughter’s safety for it.

You however thought otherwise, “i … i’m not rejecting you,” you say, not knowing any better words to say at the instant, too caught up in your thoughts already.

The corners of woozi’s lips pulled into a smile as he gestured towards you, “C’mere, pretty.”

You were nervous in your steps as you got up from your seat and strode to him. He stood up in front of you. His strong demeanour made you feel like he was towering over you even though you weren't much shorter than him. You didn't let the eye contact break, even up close here.

He looked away first, reaching to move the loose strands of your hair from your face and tucking them behind your ears. His fingers lingered there, brushing over the skin of the back of your ears to your neck and restover the back of your neck. You shivered at his touch. His fingers were calloused and rough and cold.

When he held your neck like that, you thought he would do something embarrassing and shameless like pull you in a kiss in front of everyone.

He doesn't, in fact, pull you in a kiss. Instead, with a single flick of his fingers, he opens the single silver chain you wore and takes it in his hand. You gasped lightly, the chain wasn't something you wanted him to play with – it was the last gift you had received from your grandmother before her demise.

He takes out a ring from the many he wore in his left hand – a shiny silver with a red diamond in the centre. “Here, a betrothal gift from me,” he said, as he inserted your chain through the ring’s loop, “don't think my rings would fit your hand, so wear it here instead.”

He pulled your hair to the side as he hooked the chain back around your neck. The close proximity forced you to breathe in his expensive intoxicating cologne. He stared deep into your eyes once again. His hand slid down your back and rested on your waist. Your jaw involuntarily tightened, your fists forming.

“Father-in-law,” Woozi spoke, breaking your eye contact to look at your father, “I'll send my assistant with a contract for you to sign tomorrow. Read it carefully and all, don't want you at my ass later. You'll see all your work done by the weekend. The following weekend, I'll marry your daughter.”

Woozi wasn't asking, or planning. He was commanding. You knew your father was glancing at you, but you did not know how to meet his eyes, so you kept yours to the floor.

Your father must have had a lot more questions to ask the mafia, of course, but he had no time to do so as the latter had already begun walking out of the hall, his assistant and bodyguards following close behind.

More than a week has passed already. Five days ago, you were notified by your father that all your loans were paid “mysteriously”. You weren't shocked. From what you had heard, Woozi did have that kind of money. Three days ago you saw it on the news, the rival gang leader was arrested for illegal smuggling of drugs. Their gang also underwent bankruptcy. You don't know how Woozi managed to do all of it within a few days, but he did.

It gives you some comfort of the future, that you'll be going to live in a house where you would be provided with all you'll need and want. But it still haunts you that you'll be spending the rest of your life with a man you don't love. A man who may not even love you back. That you were still being traded off to a mafia.

You weren't new to all of this, of course. You grew up with your father dealing with blood all the time. You grew up with at least two men beside you at all times so you weren't kidnapped or murdered by your father's enemies. You learnt how to use a gun when you were 12. You had gone through intense self-defence training. You've never had any real friends, let alone a lover. You had seen people get shot in the heart in front of your eyes. You had already grown up in the mafia lifestyle to be scared about it.

But still, for some reason, you were.

Hell, you didn't even know how the man you were marrying looked under that damn mask. You had only seen him once in your life and that too with his face half covered.

It was almost noon and you were still in your bed. You hadn't slept all night. You haven't been able to sleep well since the last few days, and last night, you just spent staring at the ceiling above your head, overthinking every outcome your life possibly could have now.

There was no one to blame except yourself. You were the one who'd agreed to the mafia. But what else were you supposed to do, let your father beg on the street?

There was a knock on the door, “madam? Are you awake yet? There's someone here to meet you.”

You let out a loud groan, “tell them to fuck off. I don't want to meet anyone.”

You heard some murmuring outside and then another voice was heard, not your maid's, but rather a man's, “Darling, I am afraid I can't give you that option. Open the door.”

You groan again, forcing yourself out of the bed, wearing your fluffy pink bunny slippers and walking to open the door to your room. Outside is a man you had never seen before, but that somehow doesn’t surprise you a bit. He has somewhat long hair, half of them pinned behind with only his bangs curtaining his face. He was slender and pretty tall, wearing a white dress shirt with rolled up sleeves and grey tailored linen pants. He was objectively beautiful, probably more beautiful than you were yourself, which made you feel even more embarrassed when he grimaced at your appearance.

“Eugh, girl, why do you look like that,” he commented. Which was reasonable considering you were still in your pajamas, not having taken a bath yet, your hair a bird’s nest and your eyes carrying dark eye bags from the lack of proper sleep. The man sighed, “you know what, i’ll give you 45 minutes to wash up and get ready before we go out. I can’t take you out if you look like that.”

“Take me out?” you raised your eyebrows. Who even was this man?

“Ahh, yes, my bad, i haven’t told you yet,” the man says, “i’m Jeonghan and i got sent here by your husband-to-be as your bride’s maid – bride's man? – or whatever you like to call me. Basically to assist you to buy your dress and get you to the saloon and all of that stuff, i got a list. It's two days to your wedding, if you remember. Your husband-to-be wants it all to be perfect for you. Something like that, he said.”

“Isn’t my bride’s maid supposed to ideally be my best friend or sister?” you narrowed your eyes at him, because even if you knew he was not at fault, you were still very angsty about the whole marriage.

Jeonghan rolled his eyes, “how about this, you call woozi and tell him what you want. I am doing the job I am told to do. I did not train with guns for a whole year to shop for your fucking wedding dress either, so don’t be complaining to me here.”

You sighed, “Fine, whatever, I'll go take a bath.”

You say, and leave to your bathroom. You hurry up with your business, showering and washing hair and getting ready, putting on some decent clothes. You meet up with Jeonghan in the living room of your house and he leads you outside to a slick black SUV. There is a driver at the front and jeonghan sits on the passenger seat, leaving the whole back seat to you.

The two of you first end up in a wedding dress store. It looks expensive from the outside and on the inside. You weren’t a big fan of designer clothes but you sure appreciated a good dress made by a great designer. The lady welcomed you at the door with a big customer-service smile, “ahh, welcome ma’am! Please join me here,” she said leading your way to the inside of the store.

The store was almost suspiciously empty, and you wondered if it was because it was on the luxurious end of the stores or if woozi had booked it for you or something. He very much seemed like the type of man to pull such a thing. Your suspicion only grew when the stylist brought only 5 pairs of dresses with her.

“Your groom selected these five dresses for you to choose from. These are some of our best and latest collection here,” the stylist began, giving all the unnecessary details about the dresses to you. She only stopped when you had let out a yawn, unintentionally interrupting her words.

“Try them on, y/n,” jeonghan urged, “see which you like the best.”

“Sure,” you say with an uninterested face as you take one of the dresses and get behind the changing room to try it on. The first was a long frilly dress with lacey long sleeves. It was nothing too special to be from such a designer store and made you feel like a grandmother. One after the other you tried on the dresses. They were all pretty, not that bad. But not your taste and definitely not something you’d want to wear on your big day.

At the same time, you also knew that you did not have much of a say there and you didn’t want to risk arguing or upsetting Woozi, not knowing what kind of outcomes it could bring to you and your father. So you settled on the last dress you tried, a silky long pearly white dress which reached your feet, not too flowy but not bodycon either with a sweetheart neck and spaghetti straps on both sides. It came along with long gloves and a veil.

“How do i look?” you ask jeonghan, having no one better to ask for opinion.

Jeonghan looked up from his phone and checked you out head to toe, “pretty good. Do you like this one?”

“Better than the rest,” you shrugged, looking at yourself in the mirror. The longer you stare, the weirder the dress starts looking on you. You knew it was something about it all being in the head, when you look at yourself for too long, you remember from one of your psychology classes from college. But it made you wonder if the dress even looked good on you or if jeonghan only said that because he got too tired after seeing you not like any of the dresses, “does this make me look fat?”

Jeonghan’s eyebrows raised in surprise, “One, the dress really fits you well, and brings out your figure. Two, I am not authorized to say anything about your body and looks, good or bad. And three, ain't nothing wrong with a little curvy? Why do girls fuss about it?”

You rolled your eyes at him through the mirror. You doubt he would speak his mind even if he thought otherwise, for your sake and for his job’s sake. “Sure, whatever. I’ll take this dress then,” you say before entering back behind the privacy curtains to change into the comfortable clothes you came wearing.

After the dress, you shop for shoes and jewelry. Well, barely shop for it. You just had to try on the white glittery heels that were pre-picked for you for the most comfortable size and barely choose between the 3 sets of very similar diamond jewelry sets. It was almost funny. You were just wasting your time when everything was already selected for you. Around 5 pm, jeonghan took you to a saloon.

“You’ll get body and facial spa done today. It will take 3 hours to get it done. Clara will take care of you in meanwhile, ask her for whatever you need. Call me after you’re done,” Jeonghan says, sounding just as tired and bored as you. And you couldn’t even blame him. You sighed and let yourself be taken for your spa session.

By the end of the day, jeonghan brought you back home in the same SUV. you offered him to stay for dinner but he declined it and bid his farewell.

You sighed. Its not that you were friends with the man, or you had gotten fond of him in day (not with that attitude if his, certainly). Its just that you would’ve preferred some company at the dinner table. You were used to sitting alone, your father constantly over some business call and your mother not bothering to eat until late, usually busy with some or the other friend or party. You thought it would get better over the years, and it did, a little. You weren’t particularly sad over your loneliness every night anymore. But the thought of sharing dinner always sounded way more comforting and attractive.

You went to bed early that night, but couldn’t find sleep until tiredness took over your body by the early morning.

The next day was similar. Jeonghan came earlier today and took you to get your hair treated and get waxed and get a manicure and pedicure and your nails done. You did have lunch with him that day, stopping by a nearby local cafe and eating a sandwich on the table you shared. You did not engage in a talk. Jeonghan was busy on a call for most of the time. From the details and notes he supplied, you would assume it was Woozi or at least his assistant. But how frankly and casually he talked, even making a single joke of his height in between almost made you doubt.

“He wants to talk to you – your husband,” Jeonghan said, grabbing your attention. Your eyes widened as he passed his phone to you, not knowing how tos speak suddenly.

“Hey baby,” the voice on the other end cooed. Surely it was Woozi.

“Uhm, hi?”

He chuckled on the other end of the line. “Is your shopping going good? Did you feel better after the saloon trips? I’ve heard girls like this stuff, especially before big events. I don’t know a lot about you but i thought you’d like this. Though you can always tell Jeonghan if you dont like something, he knows how to manage this stuff.”

You didn’t know how to respond. There were a lot of things you didn’t like as it is, the biggest of which was the wedding itself. But you didn't dare open your mouth and speak about it. You just hum neutrally, your fists tightening under the table.

“Well, gotta go now,” Woozi said, “I’ll meet you tomorrow, goodbye, pretty.”

The nickname made your ears heat up. The call was ended before you could bid your bye. So you simply pass the phone back to jeonghan.

“Jih- Woozi isn’t a bad person, you know,” he remarked, slipping his phone back in his pocket.

You raised your eyebrow sarcastically, “of course, how could a mafia leader be bad.”

“No,” Jeonghan chuckled, “yeah, he’s bad like that. But his personality isn’t bad, you know what I mean? He’s got a good heart. He’ll keep you happy.”

You bit your cheek. You didn’t have a response for that, so you just nodded.

The rest of your day was spent packing your luggage to go. Jeonghan didn’t have to assist you in that. Your mother sat you through it and you wish she hadn't. Your mother was almost never there for you, emotionally or physically, even when you needed her the most. You didn't want her crying over your shoulder, lying to you that she'd miss you, making you feel guilty for going away.

Sleep was a little easier that night. You realised your husband's house isn't going to be much different than where you live now anyway. From a gangster to another. Maybe you'd make some friends there. Maybe your husband wouldn't be that bad. Maybe you'll not lose all of your freedom. Maybe, just maybe, you'll get the love you deserve there.

You woke up early that day. You didn't had to leave for the wedding till evening so you took the leisured time to take a milk bath.

You didn't realise until now how insignificant your house was to you. You couldn't bring yourself to cry to leave it even if you wanted to. You didn't have any friends close enough to meet and bid goodbyes to. Nor you had any possession so precious in the house that you'd miss it. You didn't even have a pet to cuddle with a last time.

Have you always been this lonely? You never realised it while working at your father's office or while helping in community service. Those were really the two things you did for the job's sake. You didn't have any special hobbies either. You used to love drawing and painting and cooking when you were younger, but those habits were long left behind when you were introduced in your father's business. No one took you seriously if you were indulging yourself in those girly hobbies.

You wondered what you'd even do after settling in your husband's house. Will you be allowed to work beside him? Will you be given separate tasks to be done?

You really had no idea. You were not prepared for this marriage at all. Not like you have a choice either way, but the thought still fears you.

You are also petrified by the thought of bedding with Woozi. You weren't a virgin, you lost that title back in your senior college year. But you weren't exactly very experienced either. You didn't want to disappoint your husband on your first night. And you had no idea how he was in bed. Would he be too rough? Too merciless? Too harsh? Would he look after your pleasure at all?

All the questions and not one answer.

After your last lunch in your house, Jeonghan returned to your house with stylists and dressers to get you ready. You felt overwhelmed by the amount of ladies continuously focusing on you.

It took a total of 3 hours to get your hair and make up done. The make up was finely done, not too bare but not too much to make you uncomfortable with it either, pretty pink lips with glittery eyes. Your hair was tied in a braided updo, with your front bangs curled and left loose, silver flowery pins arranged on either sides of your head. The dress had only a few last-minute adjustments to be made and a veil was put atop at last.

You looked at yourself in the mirror. You looked pretty. You felt pretty. If you could have married someone you loved, you would have felt happier. You shook your head at the thought. It's for the best, you think, this marriage is for the best. The alternative is best not thought about.

Your eyes flickered to the side when you heard the door open. It was Jeonghan, followed by your father. Jeonghan looked at his wristwatch. “We can leave if you're done, y/n.”

“Just a minute,” your father walked towards you, and kept both his hands over your shoulders, “You look beautiful, daughter.”

You smiled a little. “Thank you.”

Your father spoke a little about his own marriage and how he felt nervous that day. He shed a single tear but quickly wiped it off. “Ah, Jeonghan, I think she is ready to go.”

You glanced between your father and Jeonghan. “Just me? My mom and dad aren't joining?” You asked Jeonghan.

He raised an eyebrow, “they didn't tell you?” He glanced once at your father, who seemed to be stuck with words, then sighed, “yeah only you are leaving. It's a small wedding. What would your family do there, anyway, it's a wedding between you and woozi. Uhm, his words, not mine.”

As much as a point Jeonghan had, your parents not being at your wedding still seemed quite unusual. You didn't speak your thoughts, just picked up your gown and walked out with Jeonghan. You said one final goodbye to your parents and got out of the house.

The car parked outside wasn't the same black SUV. In Fact it was a Limousine. Even your dad doesn't own a Limousine. Your eyes widened as Jeonghan guided you in. Once you are sitting comfortably (or as comfortably as you can get in that dress), the driver starts the journey. Your luggage was sent ahead an hour ago.

“Are you nervous?” Jeonghan asks, sitting opposite to you.

You sigh, “Yeah, kind of. But not much i can do about it.”

“Why are you acting like you're gonna die?” Jeonghan chuckled, “It's just your wedding. Your life ain't ending.”

Easy for him to say. You shook your head. Jeonghan then passes you a pitch black blindfold, “Wear this. You are not allowed to know the location of Woozi's mansion yet. The whole gang base is there. It's a protocol.”

You put the blindfold on. You aren't new to this concept, it's not the first time you've been blindfolded to be taken to a location either.

“Take a nap if you need, it's gonna be a while for us.”

You nod and let your head rest back on the seat cushion. You don't fall asleep instantly, instinctively trying to memorise every turn the car takes. But it's useless in the end with how long the journey is. You do not realise when you drift away listening to the white murmuring of the car engine.

You wake up only about two hours later, with Jeonghan shaking your wrist. You look up instantly, but your vision is still blinded.

“Y/n, we're almost here. You can take off the blind fold.”

You do so, eyes blurring before adjusting to the light in the car. Jeonghan passes you a small bag.

“Touch up your makeup if you need.”

You don't think you really need a touch up, but you end up re-applying your lipstick and puffing some powder on your face to make it slightly more presentable.

Everything happens so fast after that. Your veil is adjusted on your head, you are guided inside the house, and then you are passed a bouquet of fresh flowers - a mix of white and pink lilies and roses and peonies wrapped with a white satin ribbon. The wedding seemed to be taking place in the living room itself, a huge living room. You couldn't even see the whole house from where the car was parked, but you knew it was a freaking big mansion. Bigger than any you have ever lived in or visited.

Your breath feels caught up at the moment.

It almost doesn't feel real as you look at the carpet under your feet, leading to the centre of the living room where your soon-to-be husband stood. You don't look at him as you walk, eyes glued to your own feet. You could almost feel your heart in your throat, it was that loud.

You stand in front of your husband, letting out a big breath as you look up to meet his eyes. You two are about the same height with you in heels. He's still wearing that silly mask over his face, but you can see his small smile and soft eyes through them anyway. “Hey, pretty,” he says, making your cheeks heat up under the make up.

“Hi,” you say weakly. You couldn't bring yourself to say hi, handsome, even as he incredibly looks so. He was wearing a dark grey rich tuxedo with a white dress shirt inside, his first two buttons open to leave a sliver of his collarbone to your sight. His hair was half pulled back and tied as the other half rested over his shoulders, his bangs beautifully framing his face.

The wedding alters begin. It was a short ceremony. No vows were taken by either of you. The officiant has you both confirm your consent in the marriage before having you sign on the marriage documents which would be taken to the court later for authorisation.

“Now the husband may kiss the bride,” the officiant said.

Woozi slipped a hand to push your loose hair strands out of the way and cup your cheek tenderly. “Can I?” He says gently, almost in a whisper.

Your ears burn down to your neck as you nodded slowly. Woozi stared into your eyes for a brief second, almost as if trying to find something in them. You didn't know what it was. He leaned down and met your lips. His other hand went down to hold your waist as he pushed his lips further into the kiss.

You kissed back, not wanting to seem bratty or ungrateful. He was a good kisser, gentle and soft. His lips were a little chapped. Not rough or dry, but you could feel the scrub of his chaps against your lips.

When he pulled away, the very few attendants in the hall clapped. There must be no more than ten in the room other than you two, about 4 body guards, 2-3 men in suits – perhaps assistants or business partners or even brothers, there was Jeonghan and there was the assistant from the other day. There were 2 other assisting women – assumingly maids by their outfits.

You wonder where Woozi’s parents must be. They were certainly not there in the hall at the moment. It was ritualistic in all typical Korean households to bow in front of the bride and groom's parents. Your parents were not even invited. And woozi's seemed to not be around either. Were they even alive?

You shake that thought away. As much liberty to think you had in the privacy of your mind, you still felt it inappropriate to think so of your in-laws.

“We're married now,” Woozi cooed, catching your attention. You nodded, keeping your head low. Woozi chuckled, raising your chin with his finger, “princess, what are you so shy about, hm? You were so bold that day in the meeting room.”

You looked up at him, stared into his dark eyes. He smiled, “ah, there she is.”

“Are you always this annoying?” You spoke your thoughts before you could think. Woozi's eyebrows raised in surprise and you clench your fists, scared that you may have overstepped. Instead, Woozi just chuckles again.

Shaking his head he said, “let's go for the banquet. You must be hungry and tired after the long day.”

You walk as woozi guides you, a hand resting over your hips. You felt awkward as you ended up in another room, smaller than the living room but big enough to accommodate a huge dining table. There were several people around the table already, about two to three dozen, other goons and gangsters and assistants by their looks. They all stood up before you two, bowing first at Woozi then at you.

You and woozi sit at the centre end of the table, two decorated chairs for the two of you, meal already served beside drinks.

A man raised his glass of alcohol, loudly shouting, “Here's to my boss and his new wife! Cheers!”

Everyone else in the room cheered as woozi chuckled, raising his own glass. You felt awkward there, out of place. You just smiled, and raised your glass a little.

The meal begins. You eat slowly, not feeling too hungry and not wanting to drop anything on your dress either. And there were mushrooms in your plate. You hated mushrooms. You tried not to be too picky, to just pick one up and eat. But your face twists as soon as you took one in your mouth. Woozi must have caught on your grimaced face.

“Darling, do you not like the food? Need me to get someone to serve you something else?”

“No, it's fine,” you say, coughing a little, “the food is great.”

“Really? You barely look like you've eaten anything off that plate,” a third voice joins. You turn around to see it's Woozi’s assistant from the other day. He is chuckling as he adds, “or is it that you are rather too hungry for your husband instead?”

Your cheeks burn red, eyes widening as you were caught off-guard. Woozi kicks his leg under the table, “Shut up, Soonyoung. It's her first day, don't harass her already.”

Soonyoung grins at that, muffling his laugh as he continues to tease Woozi.

You think of how Woozi seemed to be close to everyone who worked under him. First the call with Jeonghan, and now play-fighting with his assistant, Soonyoung – as if they were all his siblings or something. Are they? You wonder momentarily, but it doesn't seem so with how different all three of them look.

It was rare for mob bosses to be this friendly with the men under them. You remember your father not even knowing his own personal assistant’s name till two years after she began working with him. Seeing Woozi be all boyish and chummy with his subordinates was a pleasant sight to look at.

Your attention was snatched when your skirt was tugged, a small weight pressured on your thighs as a little hand reached to your plate to grab pieces of fried chicken. You looked to your side to see a young girl, about five years old, stealing the only food you liked from your plate, hoisting herself up by a hand on your skirt.

She looked at you, making eye contact, and stared at you with her big eyes for a few seconds, gasping softly. She quickly took a run, circling behind you to climb and sit on Woozi’s lap, making the latter laugh as she hid her face in his chest. Without realising, you find yourself smile at the adorable sight.

“Jisu-ya!” Woozi mused, putting a hand behind the little girl’s back to steady her on his lap.

Your breath hitched for a second, your smile tightening. You should have thought about this, the idea of your husband having illegitimate kids. It was not hard to think a rich young and handsome man like Woozi would like to go around sleeping with women, some of whom may bore his children willingly or unwillingly. If anything, you were rather surprised that Woozi would let his illegitimate children in his house, letting them run and roam around freely. Most men of his position wouldn't even bother looking at the woman twice after the night.

“Why are you shy now, hm? Weren't so shy when you stole food from my wife, hm?” Woozi mused. He turned to look at you, “sorry, my little thief stole some of your food. Do you want me to get some more for you?”

You shook your head politely, “it's fine. She can have more of it if she likes it.”

You are aware of the young girl's state on you as she tugs Woozi’s shirt. You watch curiously as she whispers something into his ear, making him chuckle.

“Why don't you tell her yourself?”

The girl shakes her head,looking almost petrified as she looked between you and Woozi with big eyes. You almost think you accidentally scared the poor girl or something but then woozi ruffles her hair and looks at you, “Jisu-ya thinks you are very beautiful.”

A smile creeps up your face, cheeks tinting red as you lightly place a hand over your chest, “why, thank you, young lady. You look just gorgeous tonight as well.”

Jisu giggles and beams at you, her shyness thawing at you. You took her effortlessly in your lap when she threw her arms at you. You watch Woozi’s face softening at the interaction. It somehow makes you feel better for some reason. You do not perceive the child coldly as any new wife may be to her husband’s illegitimate children. You do not find it the child’s fault for it anyways, there was no use being harsh to kid who didn’t deserve it.

Jisu steals more treats from your plate and you let her. If anything, it’s getting your plate cleaner, because you wouldn’t have liked leaving leftover on your plate in someone else’s house. Its you house now too, a voice i your head reminds you.

After the dinner is done with, woozi leads you to two women, “they will be your maids to help you around in the house. Follow them, they’ll show you the way to your room.”

You watch your husband leave to talk with more of his men and your chest feels a little heavy. You follow the two ladies – one young, maybe in her late teens, and the other older, old enough to resemble the former’s mother – to your room.

The room is big, a little bigger than yours but only so big a bedroom should get. There is a big bed in the center, made neatly with pink and white sheets and comforters and pillows. Its not decorated the way you have seen wedding beds to be typically decorated for the first night – with white sheets and rose petals and curtains framing around it – but you don’t think too much about it.

“Maam, you may get comfortable and change your dress. The bathroom is from this door, if you would like a bath. I’ll prepare your night clothes and keep them ready by the time you get done,” the older woman says. You feel a bit embarrassed at being called ma’am by someone so much older to you and being given the princess treatment like that. You nodded briefly, before entering the bathroom.

The bathroom was spacious too, you found it easy to take off your dress without needing assistance. You folded it and kept it neatly in what you assumed to be the laundry basket, knowing no better place to keep it. You enter the shower naked, taking little time to washup the day’s tiredness. You don’t bother to take off your makeup with makeup remover as you normally would and instead just scrub soap over your face in the hope of getting it all off quicker.

You hear the bathroom door opening and closing briefly in the shower. You are not afraid of being exposed since the shower walls are frosted and fogged up. When you turn off the shower and get out, you realise it must have been one of the maids, since the laundry basket is gone and a warm fresh-from-drier towel has replaced the older on the counter. You wrap your body in the towel and exit the bathroom, walking into the adjoining closet. You dry your limbs and look at your clothes already having been arranged on the hangers. Its not the way you arrange your clothes, but its not too bad so you dont fuss about it.

You choose to wear a pink silky slip night dress. You don’t know how your husband would take you tonight, but you want to make yourself look presentable enough when he does.

When you walk out of the closet, you see Woozi already sitting on your bed, his back faxing you, scrolling through his phone. At the sound of you, he looks back, smiles. You almost couldn’t believe he was still wearing that mask, even after changing into his own pajamas. Is he going to sleep wearing that?

You coyly make your way to the bed beside him. “Hi,” you say, a little awkwardly.

“Hey, wife,” woozi muses. His eyes flick up and down, taking a peek at your dress before moving his gaze back up to your eyes. “Tell me, do you like the house?”

You’ve barely seen any of it, but you decide to humor your husband, “it's nice.”

“You looked beautiful today, y’know.”

“Thank you, so did you.”

There was a small silence before you decided to speak a bit of your mind, “if you don’t mind me asking … why do you wear that mask all the time?”

“To conceal my face of course,” Woozi says nonchalantly, “if everyone knew how i looked, it would be easy to trap me in some way. This way, I can also be my own person apart from being woozi, a gangster.”

“Oh,” you nod. It did make sense to do so. You wanted to ask him if he’d take his mask off tonight. If he’d ever take off his mask in front of you. Or would you be married with his mask for the rest of your life.

It seemed as if woozi had somehow heard your thoughts, as he continued, “i’ll show my wife my face, of course. Not tonight, not yet. But soon.” he says as he reaches to push your hair away from your face before continuing, “though don;t be so excited about it. You husband is not the most handsome person behind this mask.”

You barely think so, with his eyes and mouth as beautiful. Unless, of course, there is something alienistic about the covered part of his face.

He leans closer to you, and you embrace yourself to be kissed on your lips. Instead, Woozi places a chaste kiss on your cheek, staying there as he whispers, “You must be tired, pretty girl. You should go to sleep, and take some rest.”

He pulls away so fast after that, you barely register it before he has walked out of the room. You feel dumbfounded as you hover your finger over the spot you were kissed on your cheek, feeling some heat creep up your neck.

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mousy-nona · 2 days

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I feel like a fic potentially focusing on Lucifer’s depression would be really interesting! That is, like.. Alastor can’t let the hotel be seen with a king (who’s a sniffling whiny bitch). Its sadly more beneficial to have him revered in this particular instance, so he’s determined to “fix” it? Idk how in character that prompt is, but I figured sending it to you wouldn’t hurt!!

TW: heavy stuff halfway through -- depression; angst.

There were some days Lucifer couldn’t get out of bed.

There was nothing particularly wrong with him. Which made it all the more embarrassing, which made it harder to explain, which made it easier to stay in bed and hide from the world, and so on and so forth…

Get up, the Stern Lucifer in his head said, sternly. You have the Assembly today. What’ll the Sins think if you don’t show up?

“Don’ wanna,” he groaned and tossed the covers over his head. The darkness was soothing. He let his eyes slip closed. Just one more minute…

“People are beginning to talk.”

He bolted upright, his eyes growing so wide he was worried they might actually pop out of his skull.

“Alastor? What the Hell are you doing on my bed?”

Because he was. On the far edge. Sitting with his legs crossed. As casually as if this was the kind of thing regular people did every day: break into the King of Hell’s room and sit on his bed.

(Not that Lucifer hadn’t thought about the demon in his bed before, but usually it was in the damn thing and with a lot less clothes and what the actual Hell was he thinking right now?)

“People are beginning to talk.”

“You’ve said that already.”

“Yes. Because I don’t think you heard me the first time.” Alastor eyed him, clearly unimpressed by what he saw. It had the odd effect of making Lucifer want to punch the demon in the nose and pull the covers over his head at the same time. “If you don’t get up in the next five minutes, you’ll be late for the meeting.”

“Oh, who cares?” Lucifer sighed, rubbing his tired eyes. “It doesn’t matter whether I’m there or not. They’ll squabble and Ozzie will flirt and Beezlebub will try to get everyone drunk and Mammon will drive everyone up the wall with new pyramid schemes.”

Alastor tilted his head almost a full 45 degrees. It was disconcerting, to say the least. Was the man half-owl? A mean gleam shimmered just below the surface, turning his eyes into bloody rubies. “If you hate ruling so much, why not just give up the crown? Let someone better take it.”

“Oh?” Lucifer snorted. “Sounds like you have someone in mind.”

Alastor sighed, as melodramatic as a soap opera. “Alas, I would – but I doubt the six Sins would listen to lil’ ol’ me.” His accent slipped from transatlantic to all New Orleans, and Lucifer found himself hanging on every word. Southern suited the demon, was just as much Alastor as the color red and his old fashioned suits.

He shook himself out of it, snorting. “Please. Try the humble pie act somewhere else. You’ve never thought of yourself as little even once in your life.”

“Caught in the act!” The demon sang.

There was a long moment of silence as Lucifer hugged his blankets to himself and Alastor hummed some blues under his breath.

“How do you do it?” Lucifer said suddenly, and blushed, ducking his head back into his knees.

“Do what?”

If Alastor had looked even the tiniest bit mocking, or teasing, or annoyed, Lucifer would have dove into his blankets and that would have been that. No meeting, no big Assembly, the entirety of Hell could go to…well, Hell, for all he cared.

But Alastor seemed honestly curious. Not soft, never that, but he was looking at Lucifer as if he actually cared what he had to say.

“How do you keep going every day?”

With anyone else, he would have apologized immediately for worrying them. Charlie would have started crying and immediately urging him to go see someone about his problem. Lilith would have listened, but a part of her would have been writing up her list of to-dos for the day. And anyone else – well.

He didn’t have anyone else.

That was part of the problem though, wasn’t it?

But because Alastor was a cold, callous bastard, he didn’t have to apologize. He could just be honest. Already he was starting to feel some of the weight fall off his shoulders, as if carrying the words around had been half the battle.

Alastor tapped his cane on the ground. “Because I have half a doe in the fridge, plans with Rosie next Tuesday, and in a few months I fully intend to rule Hell.”

The last one caught Lucifer completely by surprise. He half-snorted, half-coughed into the crook of his arm. “Excuse me?” He squeaked. “Should I be alarmed?”

“Absolutely not, my dear.” When Alastor grinned, there was something remarkably predator about it. “Didn’t you hear me say the Sins would never listen to me? I couldn't do it alone.”

“But then how do you intend…” Lucifer stopped, and his cheeks turned an absolutely brilliant shade of scarlet. “You– you– you don’t mean?”

“Ah, there we go,” Alastor said. “Took you long enough. It’s a good thing you’ve got a pretty face, hmm?”

“I’m married!”

Alastor leaned forward. For one brief second Lucifer thought he was going to kiss him – but instead, he pat him on the head, as if he was an overgrown toddler. “My dear…one wedding ring does not a marriage make.”

Lucifer scrambled out of bed and tumbled to the floor in his hurry to get away from the complete and utter madman.

“Ah, good! You’re up!” Alastor snapped to attention, bustling about as he got Lucifer’s outfit prepared for the day with the grace and ease of a seasoned valet.

Lucifer took the proffered outfit, gaping up at the demon looming above him like – a nightmare? A dream? You could never tell which was which when it came to the Radio Demon. “Were you trying to get me out of bed this entire time?”

“Wasn’t it obvious?”

“No!” He spluttered, his cheeks once against stained wine-red. “So all that stuff about – wanting to rule Hell was…?” He would absolutely explode if he had to complete the sentence.

“Perhaps if you get up in the next–” Alastor checked his bare wrist, no watch in sight. “Two minutes, I’ll let you know.”

The man is absolutely bonkers, Lucifer thought, but he did pick himself up off the ground and start getting ready. For some reason, it wasn’t nearly as hard as it had been earlier this morning – not when Alastor was there to confuse, entice, confuse, ridicule him.

Alastor walked jauntily towards the door, but paused with his hand on the knob.

“One step at a time,” he said suddenly.

“Excuse me?”

Alastor graced him with his patented I have been saddled with an idiot look. “You asked me how I keep going. I take it one step at a time.”

Then he was gone. Lucifer stared at the outfit he’d left for him -- it was his favorite suit, with gold accents and ruby highlights. When had Alastor bothered to notice?

Deep breath in. Deep breath out.

One step at a time, huh? He could do that.

#hazbin hotel #alastor #duckiedeer #hazbin hotel lucifer #alastor x lucifer #radioapple #prompts #umm sorry to burst back out with a heavy one #it was the PROMPT OK

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Mushy May Day 5 - Animals (Aether/Dew)

Day 5! Honestly shocked I made it this far. As always, thanks to @forlorn-crows for organizing this and to @ghuleh-recs for the dividers!

Day 5 - Animals (Aether/Dew), no warnings, 1093 words

Aether is wrapping up his shift in the infirmary when he gets the text, mood lifting the moment he sees Dew’s name pop up in the notification. It had only been a few days since the band went back out on tour, and Aether was already missing his little fire ghoul something fierce.

When he opens the message, he’s greeted with a photo of Dew dressed in full costume, holding up a tiny orange kitten in his hands. Dew has sent a handful of other photos, all of the same kitten. Eating treats out of his hand, playing with a little catnip mouse, curled up and asleep in his lap. In the background he can see the rest of the pack sprawled out on the carpet of the green room with a tiny army of kittens and puppies.

Papa must have arranged for an animal rescue to visit the venue that day. Those were always some of their favorite days on tour, Aether thinks nostalgically. It was a great way for them all to de-stress after weeks on the road cooped up in the tour bus or boring hotel rooms. Getting to spend the day with playful little puppies and curious kittens did wonders for everyone’s morale. Dew especially. He was always the last ghoul to give up whatever animal he’d been cuddling with for the duration of the visit.

Aether’s phone dings, and with it another handful of kitten pictures, along with a message from Dew.

His name is Chicken Nugget!!!

Aether smiles to himself. Three whole exclamation points? Dew must be having a good time with the animal rescue’s visit. He can’t wait to hear about it during their nightly call.

Aether texts back and tells him so.

Dew answers with another picture of himself holding Chicken Nugget up to his face, the tiny little kitten mid cheek-rub against the edge of one of Dew’s bug-eyed helmet goggles.

Aether sets the photo as his phone wallpaper immediately.

That night when they talk, Dew can’t stop gushing about the kitten.

“Aether, I’m in love,” Dew says dramatically.

Aether gasps in mock outrage. “Wow, should I be jealous?” he answers.

Dew snorts. “Yes actually. I wanted to take him home so bad, but Papa said absolutely no way, no pets on the tour bus. I guess he has a point though,” Dew concedes, sounding more than a little bit sad about it.

“We bonded though, Aeth!” Dew exclaims, excited again. “He picked me over everyone else and he looked so sad when I had to give him back. I felt like I was abandoning him...” Aether can just hear the sad little frown on Dew’s face through the tone of his voice.

He listens to Dew talk about Chicken Nugget for the rest of their call. The fire ghoul has always been a little animal lover, but this is the first time Aether has seen him get so attached. It’s completely adorable, Aether thinks, though he’s sure that Dew will have moved on from it in a day or so once they get back out on the road.

He’s completely wrong. Dew brings up the kitten every night during their calls for weeks. Worrying about what will happen if he doesn’t get adopted. Worrying about what will happen if he does get adopted, that he couldn’t trust just anyone with his little Chicken Nugget.

Another month passes and Aether can hear the exhaustion in Dew’s voice building each day. It’s the first time since they’d been summoned that they’d been apart for so long.

“Lonely out here sometimes,” Dew says one night as he dozes off in his bunk on the phone with Aether. “Miss you…” he trails off.

Aether’s heart aches. There’s still months of touring left. It’ll be nearly winter before he and Dew are reunited. That night, Aether makes a decision.

In the morning, he’s convinced himself he knows what to do. First things first, he has to make a few phone calls. He takes out his cell phone and dials.

Papa? Dew’s not around you right now, is he? Good. Can we talk?

An agonizing two months later and Aether finds himself standing anxiously outside the abbey, waiting for the tour bus to finally come rumbling down the road. To deliver his precious pack and beloved mate back into his waiting arms.

Dew is the first one off the bus, and he flies into Aether, nearly knocking him down in the process. He takes Dew’s bags in one hand and Dew’s hand in the other and leads him into the abbey, listening to him talk about the long flight and the even longer bus ride back home.

Once they’re inside, Dew makes a beeline toward the kitchen. But before he can escape, Aether tugs him back gently by the hand.

“Come here, I want to show you something first,” Aether says softly.

“Aeth, can’t it wait, I’m freaking starving,” Dew answers, rubbing his stomach to emphasize his point.

“Nope, can’t wait.” Aether takes Dew by the shoulders and steers him down the hall towards their shared bedroom. “Come with me.”

Dew looks back at him suspiciously, but lets Aether guide him toward their closed bedroom door. When they get there, Dew turns the knob and opens the door slowly, unsure of what he’s going to find there waiting for him.

And then he sees it. A tiny little orange ball of fluff curled up in the middle of their nest. Dew gasps, immediately covering his mouth with his hand when the sound wakes the kitten from his nap. Chicken Nugget takes one look at Dew, stretches out his tiny paws, and lets out an excited little mewl.

Dew rushes over to the bed, scoops up the kitten, and cradles him to his chest before turning to back Aether with wide, glassy eyes. “How did you?” Dew’s voice cracks just a little bit.

Oh Satan, if Dew cries, he is definitely going to cry too, Aether thinks to himself in a panic.

“Don’t ask, it was a giant pain in the ass though,” he laughs, wiping a stray tear threatening to spill from his eyes. He pulls Dew in, careful not to squish the little purring kitten between them, and kisses his forehead. “He’s here now though. He was waiting for you. Both of us were waiting for you.”

Dew lets out a sob, and that’s it, Aether is crying too. Chicken Nugget, on the other hand, couldn’t be happier, purring away and kneading Dew's sweatshirt with tiny little claws.

#mushy may 2024 #dewther #aether/dew #aether x dew #aether/dewdrop #aether x dewdrop #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #ghost band fanfic #ghoul-slime fic #ghoul-slime mushy may 2024

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7 Minutes in Heaven

"baby, let me take the pressure off you. i'll make the first move, and do what i got to” — PLAY WITH ME, rendezvous at two

SUMMARY: at a party, you end up spending 7 minutes in a closet with the quietest boy in school — matt. when the time runs out and you’re both left unsatisfied, you tell him to come find you to finish what you started.

WARNINGS: smut, sub!matt x dom!reader, praise kink, handjob, edging, oral (male receiving)

AUTHOR’S NOTE: no thoughts just sub matt

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“Who’s next?”

The living room bustles with excitement, the sounds of voices drowning out the thumping music in the background. You originally came to this party with your best friend, but she quickly disappeared with her boyfriend, leaving you to fend for yourself in this ginormous house. Even though you know almost everyone here from school, you haven’t really spoken to anyone yet, which is very unlike you.

So, when someone suggested 7 minutes in heaven, you immediately nodded your head and sat down alongside everybody else who wanted to play. You’ve been sitting here for over half an hour now, patiently waiting for your turn. You fiddle with the cup in your hands, eagerly waiting to see who's going next. If nobody volunteers, you're thinking of being the one to spin the bottle. It's getting boring sitting out here, and you're in the mood for a bit of fun. It's been a while.

“Matt, you go!”

You turn your head, gaze landing on Chris Sturniolo, a boy in your Chemistry class. You’ve not spoken to him much, but he’s always cracking jokes that often times get him sent out of the room. Next to him is one of his triplet brothers, as Chris nudges his arm and points towards the bottle on the coffee table in the middle.

You don’t know much about Matt, other than that he’s the total opposite of Chris. He’s introverted, quiet, shy. Even the way he’s sitting now shows just how uncomfortable he is, hunched over on the couch, looking sheepish as his glasses slide down his nose slightly. You’re not usually into glasses, but you can’t help but think that they look weirdly cute on him.

“Me?” Matt asks, eyes widening as he turns to his brother. Chris nods enthusiastically, so Matt sighs and reaches forward to spin the bottle.

You watch carefully, bringing your drink up to your lips and taking a long sip. The bottle slowly spins to a stop, and much to everyone’s surprise, it ends up pointing right at you.

You feel everyone’s eyes on you but you ignore it, getting up from the couch and setting your now-empty drink down on the coffee table. You begin heading towards the closet, then turn around when you notice you're the only one who seems to be doing so.

“Are you coming?” you ask Matt, who nods quickly, jumping up from his seat and dusting himself off.

“Y-yeah,” he murmurs awkwardly. It’s clear that he’s nervous from the way he’s struggling to meet your gaze, but this doesn’t faze you. You just turn back around and open the closet door, walking inside.

Matt follows, shutting the door behind him. The two of you are now enclosed in darkness, excluding fairy lights that have been strung around the room to give it a calm ambiance.

You and Matt face each other, and it’s only now that you realize how close the two of you are. His breath is hot as he shakily inhales and exhales, trying to keep his cool around you. His behavior only makes you more curious about him… has he ever been this close with a girl before? Now that you think about it, this is the first party you’ve ever seen him at. Usually, he’s always at home whenever his brothers go out, and at school he often keeps to himself or his small friendship group.

“So… uh- how are you?” Matt asks randomly, looking visibly embarrassed. It's evident that he's never played this game before, either that or his nerves are getting the best of him. You suspect it's a mix of the two, because where else would Matt have played 7 minutes in heaven? It makes you smile a little on the inside, the fact that you're the first doing something to you.

“Good,” you reply, playing along mainly for his sake. He nods at your response, before shaking his head, like he’s at war with himself.

“S-sorry you’re stuck in here with me,” he says, which surprises you. “This is probably a giant waste of time…” he trails off, before his gaze drifts to the floor and he just stares awkwardly at his shoes.

“Matt,” you say then, catching him off guard. His neck snaps up and your eyes meet once again.

“Hm?” he mumbles. It’s almost like he hates the attention on him, from the way he stands so stiffly.

“I don’t mind,” you shrug. It’s not like you’re saying this just to make him feel better, either — you’ve always found something about him strangely hot. Your curiosity about him combined with his attractiveness that he hides behind books and his glasses causes you to unintentionally look for him around the halls at school, wondering about his life much more than you should. He’s nothing like your type, but this somehow makes you even more attracted to him.

“Oh, uh, o-okay,” he stammers, like he doesn’t know how to react to your response. You grin, taking a step closer to him. Your chest is now flushed against his front, and Matt freezes at how close you two are. “Uh…”

“Have you ever been with a girl before?” you ask suddenly, cutting him off. His eyes widen comically and even in this dim lighting, you can see his cheeks turning red.

“Um, no…” he says, ashamed. You feel a burning desire between your legs, because somehow his lack of experience turns you on even more.

“Would you like to be?” you continue. Matt nods. “Yeah…” he says quietly. You look down and notice he’s clenching his fists, veins bulging out of his forearms. You raise your eyebrows, since this sight is something you never would’ve expected from him.

Pushing yourself further against him, your arms snake around his neck and tangle in his hair as you pull him into a kiss. His lips are wet and soft against yours, and you’re pleasantly surprised by how natural this feels despite his lack of experience.

His arms are hanging by his sides, so you pull one of Matt’s hands up onto your waist. He hesitates for a moment, pausing the kiss to quickly glance downwards.

“Are you… sure?” he asks, eyes full of nervous worry. You stay quiet and nod, pulling on his hair to pull him back in for another kiss. His grip on your waist tightens which catches you by surprise, and you can feel Matt smiling slightly as you kiss him.

You tug slightly on his bottom lip with your teeth, and Matt can’t help but let out a small whimper from this. The kiss turns sloppier then as you both get more into it, and subconsciously you find your hand drifting downwards.

He pulls away from you then, eyes wide as he jerks slightly at your touch. Your hand is still hovering just over his dick, such a small space stopping you from touching him through the baggy jeans he’s wearing.

“Oh, I’ve, um, I…” he begins anxiously, his eventually words getting caught in his throat and he falls silent. You raise an eyebrow curiously.

“Have you ever been touched like this by a girl before?” you question, although you already have a suspicion of what his answer will be.

“No,” Matt sighs, using a hand to cover his face due to his embarrassment. You use your other hand to reach up and pull it away, before pressing a short but sweet kiss to his lips. Matt practically melts into it, and you take this as your sign to finally touch him.

You palm his dick through his clothes, and he looks downwards to see what you’re doing. You use your other hand to push his chin back up so you’re making eye contact, then slide his glasses up his nose and back into place.

“Look at me, baby,” you tell him, and he whines at both your hand palming him and the nickname.

Matt’s never been called baby before, obviously, but the moment the word leaves your lips he’s instantly desperate for you to say it again. It almost makes him feel special, like he’s all yours.

You move your hand now to grip him as best you can through his jeans, and Matt’s body immediately responds as he bucks your hips into your palm. “Fuck,” he groans, panting at the feel of your hand on him.

“You like that?” you ask smugly, feeling wetness pooling between your thighs at how worked up he’s getting. You could stay here all night with him, watching him slowly but surely lose all control. And hell, even though he’s inexperienced, you bet he could do things to you that would leave you moaning and panting just as he is right now.

“Mhm,” Matt mumbles, too overwhelmed to say anything else.

“Use your words, Matt,” you say, running your knuckles up and down his cock tentatively. He whimpers, then bites down on his lip to conceal the sound.

“I- I like it,” he responds shortly. You furrow your eyebrows, removing your hand and crossing your arms.

“Is that it?” you ask teasingly, and Matt looks at you pleadingly, almost like a little puppy. His eyes are wide with shock at the sudden lack of touch on him.

“What?” he exclaims, eyes darting from your face to the hand that had just been on his dick. “I- please just touch me again. Please,” he begs, voice full of need.

This satisfies you, so you smile and reach for him again, going to unzip his jeans as the two of you begin making out again. You brush your tongue against his which he reciprocates surprisingly well. This only makes you more desperate for him, frantically toying at his pants to free his cock. You felt how big he was even through his pants, and it’s only made you more needy for him.

A loud knock at the door catches the two of you by surprise and you both quickly break away. Matt’s cheeks are flushed and with shaky hands he readjusts his pants, trying his best to hide the erection you’ve caused.

“Time’s up!” Chris’ voice calls from the other side of the door. You walk past Matt to open the door of the closet, but he reaches forward and grabs your arm before you get the chance.

“W-we can’t leave!” he whisper-shouts, gesturing down to his crotch. “What am I supposed to do about this?” he asks you frantically. You just shrug, a smirk playing on your lips as your mind is filled with ideas.

“Come find me later and I’ll sort that out for you,” you reply casually, before spinning on your heels and exiting the closet.

Matt’s cheeks burn and he feels his dick getting even harder at just the thought of the two of you continuing where you left off, and maybe even going further.

He just hopes he can find the courage to seek you out.

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After leaving the closet, you decided to go and get another drink. You weren't interested in playing the game anymore, instead patiently waiting for a certain someone to seek you out to finish what you started.

There's a growing heat between your legs at the thought, your mind wandering dangerously as you think of all the things you'd like to do to him.

Annoyingly though, you haven't seen Matt in what feels like forever. Somehow, he seems to have disappeared from the party. Every time you see either of his brothers you're filled with an indescribable disappointment when you spot the lack of glasses. Maybe he's too shy, after all.

You set down your now-empty red solo cup and head towards the bathroom. Right as you begin walking down the empty hallway, a hand grabs your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.

Turning around, you're met with none other than Matt standing opposite you. A soft blush covers his cheeks and his mouth is curved slightly upwards in a nervous smile. You briefly gaze downwards, a smirk taking over your lips at the sight of his tented jeans.

"Hi, Matt," you greet him nonchalantly, acting as if you have no idea why he's here. "Haven't seen you in a while."

"Y-yeah," he replies, nodding his head in agreement. "I've been meaning to talk to you."

"Oh yeah? Why's that?" you tease, enjoying the way it makes him squirm uncomfortably.

"I- Uh... Well, you know," he shrugs awkwardly. You raise your eyebrows, acting innocent.

"What?" you question.

"Um..." Matt mumbles, his face scrunching up with shame.

"Use your words, baby," you whisper, leaning closer to him. "Say the words and we'll go upstairs, and I'll touch you wherever you want."

His eyes widen comically at this. Matt opens his mouth to speak, but his words get tangled in his throat and he coughs quietly.

"I, well, I was hoping..." he trails off, losing confidence. But then, he clears his throat and stands up a little straighter. "I was hoping you would, well, get me off."

You smile and nod, shrugging off his grip on your wrist so that you can take his hand, entwining your fingers with Matt's as you drag him upstairs. You pull him into the first empty you find, closing and locking the door behind you.

"Sit down on the bed," you order, and he does exactly as you tell him to. Matt shuffles down the bed so that he's leaning against the headboard, his needy gaze drifting from you to his bulge and back again.

You walk over to him, crawling onto the bed and stopping just in front of him, seductively kneeling before him. You look at his crotch, drawing circles on his thigh with your finger just as you whisper, "You're such a slut, Matt."

His mouth falls open and he shakes his head. "What? No I'm not!" he insists, shaking his head slightly. You tilt your head to the side, batting your eyelashes at him.

"Are you sure?" you ask, your hands drifting upwards to the waistband of his jeans. "Because everyone knows only a slut would come back for more."

Matt gulps, his Adam's apple bobbing up and then back down. Your hand glides up further to cup his dick through his clothes, and he shifts at the touch, breath becoming heavy.

"You're lucky I like sluts," you go on, palming him just as you were in the dark enclosure of the closet earlier.

"Ugh, fuck," he pants at the pressure of the touch.

"You must be so sore," you tease, pressing down harder which makes his hips buck up into your hand. "Do you want me to touch you now, properly?" you ask then.

"Yes, plea- Fuck. Please touch me," Matt barely manages to get out.

"Only because you asked so nicely, baby."

Your hand moves to the zipper of his jeans, which you pull down and Matt lifts his hips so that you can pull his pants and underwear down. He closes his eyes as his cock springs out, the tip a soft red and already leaking slightly from how long he's been waiting. You resist the urge to gasp at the sheer size of him, especially as you eye a thick vein running from the base to his tip.

"Such a pretty cock," you muse, before spitting into your hand and wrapping it around him. A pant escapes Matt's lips as his eyes spring open to see what you're doing to him. Your index finger circles the tip, rubbing some of his precome around it.

"Oh," he breathes, a whimper leaving Matt's lips as you begin to slowly pump him up and down. He catches his bottom lip between his teeth, throwing his head back against the headboard as his body is filled with pleasure at your touch.

You're literally soaking wet by now, having never known how hot it could be to watch a man come undone like Matt's doing right now. The way his lip hangs between his teeth and his chest rises and falls has you practically desperate for him to finish just to see how pretty he looks doing it.

You stop pumping him for a moment and Matt looks back down at you, his lips turned downwards into a frown because of your stopped movement.

"W-why'd you stop?" he asks, looking visibly concerned. "Am I... doing something wrong?"

You could laugh at the absurdity of his statement, but you don't and just shake your head. "No, baby," you reassure him, beginning to trace slow, tempting circles around his tip. You rub the pad of your thumb against his slip, causing him to moan loudly and scrunch his eyes shut. "You're doing so perfect, I almost wanna taste you."

Matt's eyes fly open, his gaze filled with need. You shrug your shoulders. "Would you like that?" you ask, and he frantically nods.

"Y-yes," he says between breaths and groans. "Please taste me."

You grin, shifting closer and straddling his thighs. You lean down over him, sticking out your tongue to teasingly lick his slit. Matt bucks his hips, whimpering, pushing more of himself into your mouth. Your eyes widen in surprise and you pull yourself off of him, looking up to make eye contact with him.

He's gone pale, mouth open and eyes wide as he realizes what he's just done.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry..." he mutters, looking away from your sheepishly.

"Don't be sorry, baby," you reply easily. "It was hot," you add, and Matt's eyes widen, his gaze snapping back to you.

"R-really?" he asks, voice full of pleasant surprise.

"Yeah," you confirm. "You know what else you can do? Grab my hair and push my head down if you want more."

"What?" Matt exclaims, throat bobbing with nervous excitement. "Are you sure? I mean, if you don't want me to- I'm not really very good at this."

"I'm here to make you feel good, Matt," you remind him. "Do whatever you want to me."

The slight change in power dynamic has Matt's heart racing, and his cock twitches just at the thought of watching your head bob up and down on his cock. While he's still creating scenarios in his head, you reach forward and pull his glasses from his face.

"What are you-" Matt cuts himself off as you slide the glasses up your nose, watching him through the lenses. His cheeks turn a bright pink, but you don't give him the chance to say anything else before you get back to work, licking delicate circles around his tip as your hand pumps the lower part of his dick, around the base.

"Fuck!" Matt moans, his head hitting the headboard with a thump from how hard he throws it back. You giggle around his cock at how easily it is for you to rile him.

You continue to bob up and down, your tongue swirling around his cock when all of a sudden you feel his fingers tangle in your hair. He pushes you down further, and with the third thrust of your head you feel him hit the back of your throat. "Shit, that feels so good, mhm..." Matt whimpers, more to himself than you.

His sudden acceptance to be dominant only makes him hotter in your eyes, and you feel your pussy throbbing even more now. Wearing his glasses isn't helping your case. "Fuckkk," he groans, and you close your eyes as the sound echoes in your mind. You love the thought of Matt being yours, all for you to please and pleasure.

"Fuck, I think I'm gonna-" Matt doesn't have the chance to finish his own sentence before you feel a rope of his warm cum shoot into your mouth in quick spurts. You take it all and slowly pull yourself off of him, swallowing the warm liquid.

"Does that feel better, baby?" you ask smugly, looking at Matt's fucked out face as he breathes heavily.

"Mhm, yeah," he mumbles, not entirely there yet. "You make me feel so good."

"You should come to more parties," you tell him, getting up off of the bed to grab some paper towels to clean him up a little. "Then we could do this again."

"Are you serious?" Matt says, eyes wide.

"Of course," you answer, sitting back down next to him and taking off his glasses. You slide them back up his nose so they sit perfectly on his face, then plant a short kiss to his lips. "I'm waiting for my turn, you know?"

Matt remains quiet for a minute, before his cheeks turn bright red. "Oh!" he gasps. "Right- I'm sorry. We should do that now. It's only fair."

"Slow down, pretty boy," you answer, smiling. "I'll let you rest a little. Next time, I promise."

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AUTHOR'S NOTE PT. 2: needy submissive men are so hot UGHHH this was so fun to write. idk if it's that good tho LOL so lmk

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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄

ex!regulus black x fem!reader

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dom!reg sub!reader, p in v, cunnilingus, handjob, cheating, ex!barty x reader mention, hair pulling. c/n = character name

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james unlocked the door, a big smile on his face as he had booked a pretty nice airbnb for the long weekend. you and dorcas carried in snacks and drinks to the kitchen as he held the door.

you could hear peter groan as sirius jumped on his back after stretching.

“hey i just wanted to see if you were okay, ya know with regulus being here and all—“

you cut dorcas off with a little laugh, “yeah d its fine, i mean we both have moved on clearly”

dorcas smiled and nodded before rubbing your arm then walking back outside.

moved on was not what you would describe it, regulus was here with a girl he had a met not to long ago, a fling, you could tell by how she acted. it was exactly how you used to act.

maybe he did this to make you jealous and to ruin your time, that was the only justification that went through your head.

you packed the fridge with the food and put things on the counters.

“y/n! where do you want me to put your stuff?” remus yelled, you already knew the sleeping arrangements, you and peter on an air mattress while remus, sirius, dorcas and marlene in a room. james and lily have their own and so does regulus and c/n.

“just put it by the couch!” you yelled as you watched sirius walk in, you grabbed a water and tossed it to him. sirius smiled then looked behind him then looked back at you, giving you an eyebrow raise. a warning sign.

“yeah its up the stairs, second room on the right” regulus mumbled. you watched as she walked up the stairs and regulus stopped to talk to sirius. you could tell he was out of breath from carrying things, you grabbed another water from the fridge and put it on the table before walking to the living room.

to say the tension was strong whenever you and regulus were in the same room was an understatement.

it was getting dark out, everyone was outside while james cleaned the grill for tomorrow and sirius and marlene tried to get a speaker to start working.

you sat next to lily, you both chatting about random topics while scrolling and showing each other different cats at a shelter. you would occasionally look to the other seats and make eye contact with regulus, it only made you wanna roll your eyes when he would at you then at her then back at you. he would get closer to her, having a stare off with you until you looked away.

music started to lighten the tension, marlene had pulled you up to dance with her while she was shit faced drunk. sirius got remus to join in. regulus watched you, thinking that maybe you just didnt care.

the fun ended with marlene throwing up on the other side of the fence and dorcas having to go put her in a bath. mary had called lily to check up on you guys, she wasn’t able to come since she had a wedding to attend.

hours passed and remus was the last to leave living room to you and peter, you sat down on the edge of the air mattress, peter already fast asleep, you had showered before coming to bed and now put on lotion.

the only thoughts you had were of regulus as you started to lay down. you couldn’t sleep a few hours passed until you heard footsteps.

regulus sat on the couch, his elbows on his knees. he cant remember what made him come down here, maybe to get a drink but now its led him here and he cant say he’s mad about it.

“are you doing this to fuck with me? to make me jealous?” you asked in a yelled whisper, sitting on the edge of the air mattress. you made sure not to move too much since peter was next to you with earplugs in.

“what? am i doing this to fuck with you? what are you talking about?” he whispered, his brows furrowed. “you started talking to barty again, what was i supposed to do while you were out flirting with your ex boyfriend?” he added.

“literally what the fuck are you talking about regulus” you scoffed, the last time you saw barty was when you gave him some of his clothes that was still in a box in your closet, it was socks and a few plain white tees but he had messaged you about it since it had his favorite belt and hadnt been able to find it for almost 6 months.

“sirius told me he saw you, how you got in his car and was all up on him, told me all about how you were all giggly and touching his arm, i thought we had something” he argued, making hand gestures.

“we do have something, we always have had something, all i did was give him a box of clothes if i was thinking about getting back together with i would've told you” you whispered, you touched his arm.

“i would never do that to you, regulus i told you everything” you added as a tear pricked your waterline, his head tilted slightly as he closed his eyes and sighed.

you missed him, god you missed him.

“i’m sorry, i should've asked you” he sighed, his hands going to yours. just touching him was like being teased, you missed his hands on you.

you swallowed, you didn’t know if it was the right time and you think he had the same idea.

regulus looked at you, you two were so close, his hair was just the slightest bit damp and he still smelled so strongly of his body wash and shampoo. He wore a plain black tee and sweatpants that was fresh out the dryer.

he leaned in closer, you didn’t want to move more than you already have in case of waking peter.

you tilted your head back as he leaned in more, his lips touching yours. god it felt so good.

your tongue intertwined with his as you two kissed, his hand came to your jaw. you tried to get closer to him. you heard peter groan and you pulled away.

peter rolled over and started to snore.

“cmere” regulus whispered and guided you up and into the kitchen.

your lower back pressed against the counter, as he locked your guys lips together roughly, his hands going up your shirt.

you tried to rub yourself against his groin. regulus groaned into your mouth as he unclipped your bra. he moved around your body until he was able to slip the bra to the ground then undid the knot on your pj pants.

regulus trembled in your grasp as you palmed him, he was getting harder and harder in your grasp. he bit your lip lightly before pulling away.

“turn the fuck around” he panted, his hands moving you roughly and pushing you to bend over the counter. regulus drops to his knees, his fingers slipping down your pj pants and panties.

you could feel his lips on your ass cheek, he bit softly which made you laugh and mumble an “ow,” regulus smile before spreading you open for him.

his tongue met your cunt, making you shiver, your clit throbbed as he sucked slightly. his hands massaged you gently, he did circles around your clit then moved his tongue up and down your vulva.

one of regulus’ hands moved to your cunt, his fingers teasing around your cunt before finally pushing in.

your hand that was gripping the counter went up to your mouth, his fingers were long and soon enough he could fit two in. your legs trembled and you were getting close. minutes passed and then you were on the brink.

regulus pulled away and slowed his fingers. you whined when his fingers left you. you soon felt his lips on the back of your neck. you could feel him press his cock against you, you reached back and slid your hand into his waistbands, he was fucking leaking.

he moaned against your skin as you stroked him, his hand gripped your hand and guided it while the other one held your hip. regulus let go of your hand and pushed his sweats down a bit.

“turn around i wanna see your face” he whispered and let go of you. you kicked off your bottoms before turning. regulus spit in his hand and stroked himself, you watched his chest as he breathed heavily.

you got onto the counter, thankfully it happened to be perfect height.

spreading your legs for him, waiting, you are beautiful.

regulus pressed his tip against your cunt, sliding in as his other hand did circles on your clit. his head tilted back slightly and he bit his lips. his stomach tightened and his eyes closed.

you watched his cock go into you. your hand gripped his forearm.

“youre amazing” he mumbled, looked at you and you leaned in, lips molding together in a fevered rush.

regulus started thrusting, noises caught in your throat, his other hand held the back of your head, guiding it how he wanted.

he started to quicken his pace, his fingers gripping your hair hard. you moaned in his mouth.

a noise from upstairs stopped him, pulling his head away from you and his hand moved to cover your mouth. he slowed his pace but didnt stop completely.

“regulus?” you heard.

he looked at you and then reached to turn the sink on then off.

“yeah?” he said. she stood at the top of the stairs. it was dark the only light being from a nightlight that was next to you.

“you okay?” she asked.

“yeah im just getting a drink and im on the phone with evan, hes having a rough night, go back to bed” he lied on the spot.

“oh alright” she yawned and walked back.

you kissed his neck, nipping at his skin. he started to pick up his pace again.

“im sorry” he whispered, his hands rubbed your sides.

“its okay” you said, you pulled on the hem of his shirt and sucked on his collarbone, leaving a dark mark.

his fingers went fast on your clit, getting you closer and closer.

“i love you” regulus said.

you kissed his cheek, “i love you too regulus” your fingers slipping into his hair.

your brows furrowed as the coil in your stomach snapped. cunt clenching down on him and pulsating. you bit your lips together.

“inside or on your stomach?” he asked hurriedly.

you ignored him.

his eyes closed tightly, “imma need an answer baby quick” he whined.

“stomach” you panted as you came down from your high.

regulus thrusted a few more times before pulling out. your hands went to his cock, jerking him off to the pace he was going before.

he cursed as he came, cock throbbing and now becoming super sensitive.

soon he had cleaned you and himself up and wiped down the counters then you two ended up cuddling on the couch. he whispered in your ear, telling you how he missed you and that you were the best thing to ever happen to him. it was nice, so nice.

you had moved once he fell asleep, getting back to your spot on the air mattress. regulus moved closer to the edge and reached his hand down to grab yours.

“goodnight” he mumbled.

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you know what, fuck it we ball. i gave the dani and cass monsterfucker prompts, lemme cook one up for bela real fast in your ask box while i am yet again sleep deprived.

let’s put bela with a lycan (heh). feel like we’ve seen a couple lycan requests, but i’m gonna put a breeding focus on this one. similar to cass’ i guess. sweet, darling bela is gunna have to carry a litter of lycan pups to full term, though.

she’s thinking about that and all the consequences that come with it the whole time she’s getting railed after having been pounced on, and for some reason being unwilling to push the beast off. pheromones? she’s a little loopy on them, it’s clouding her judgement. not to mention this situation, unfortunately, really turns her on, despite the fact that she’s soo anxious about the fat knot smacking against her cunt getting forced inside, and so anxious about being pumped full of so much werewolf cum that makes her look pregnant alone. starts thinking about how many pups she might be given. will it be a whole litter? how many pups come in a lycan litter? how is that going to affect her body? etc. thinks about lactation too. probably gotta produce a whole lot to feed a litter, ya know?

very big on bela mommy issues dimitrescu being a sucker for this kind of stuff deep in the back of her mind. she wants to be a breeding toy, she just doesn’t quite know it. lycan lover will help her out.

picturing them not being able to really speak while transformed. maybe a couple words here and there, but it’s difficult. they’re really mostly a monster right now. not so much of a monster that they won’t give her some sweet aftercare lovin’ while she cockwarms them due to the inflated knot being unlikely to go down for a good while, though. oh, and they’re Hung. “it won’t fit!” kind of hung, but they make it work 🥴

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Hell yeah!🙌 My much needed reminder that I write smut? Perhaps XD At last, after months, poor Bela is getting some monsterfucking loving too, hm? XD Let’s get into it, everyone!

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In one moment, she feels curiosity. In the next, her body tenses as a loud roar is heard echoing in the dimly lit cave. Bela bites down on her lip harshly, her bright, golden eyes scanning over the stony edges of the walls of the cave.

She feels slightly dizzy, her brain fuzzy, her limbs oddly heavy. A thick scent lingers in the air, one she feels strangely tempted to follow.

She can’t recall why she entered the cave in the first place, not usually one for such curiosity.

And yet..now she can’t seem to leave again. As if in a trance, she keeps on walking, uncaring of her heels scraping against the stone and muddy ground. She feels slightly cold, just enough for her to shiver, yet not quite enough to pose a threat.

She jumps a little when she hears a loud snarl again. What is she doing? She can’t seem to resist the scent clouding her judgement and senses.

Bela’s eyes widen slightly for a moment when- at last- she finds the source of this sound. A creature, curled up, yet monstrous in size. If it were to stand, she is sure it would be towering above her, and only stand slightly shorter than Alcina herself.

She keeps on walking, until she stands, frozen, right in front of the creature. Her eyes widen suddenly, as if only now aware of it. What is she to do?

To slay the beast? Gulping, she gazes around the cave, trying to find anything to use to her advantage. However..nothing. She scans the lycan-like monster again.

Large, muscular, with sharp teeth pointing out from its mouth. She shivers again. No, fighting the beast is not an option.

Still, as she stares the creature down..

Bela’s body tenses again, her eyes flickering over it. She sees the sharp claws, the strong torso…

Her eyes land on the large, still limp cock between the creature’s legs. Suddenly, the scent grows stronger, and without understanding why or standing any chance at resisting it, her body lurches forwards, and suddenly her face is smudged against the warm, oddly comforting thigh.

She sees the massive thing twitch, her eyes wandering over the thick knot wearily.

She can’t quite understand. All she does, is feel.

She feels her body submitting to the monster, her pussy aching and drooling, her heart yearning to be close. She doesn’t understand.

As if in a trance, her hands move across her body. She removes her cape and hood, then her dress. Left only in her underwear, stockings and heels, Bela positions herself along the creature’s large arm.

She doesn’t even notice she has begun rutting her clothed pussy against it.

Then, the creature stirs. Her eyes widen, and for a moment she seems able to rip herself away. She turns halfway to her swarm form fast, making for the way out. She recognizes it, is almost there..

Then, she shrieks, as large paw-like hands push against her back and force her to the ground, and the large creature hovers above her. She’s pinned, struggling against the dirty and wet ground.

Then, she tenses, as a long tongue drags against her neck. She shivers, her nose picking up on the creature’s scent that now sticks to her.

Another lick, and another. She feels dizzy almost, her pussy clenching and aching, yearning for the creature’s large cock. She feels shame; has she always been this easy? Surely not! Have years of neglecting her sexual side and sex with the staff turned her into this? Turned her into a slut easy enough to even get turned on by a lycan of all things?! What would Mother think!

Bela gasps when she is turned roughly, her head throbbing for a moment before she can realise what is happening. She feels and hears her clothing tear, sharp teeth and claws slashing through the skin tight dress and grazing her pale, porcelain skin slightly.

She doesn’t attempt to push the creature off, she can’t, and somehow, doesn’t want to. All she feels is its large cock, limp before and slowly hardening against her thigh. To her horror, the thing grows as it hardens, so the monstrosity turns to an even huger dick. She whimpers momentarily.

How could this fit? What’s going to happen to her? Will it breed her? Somewhere in the back of her mind she realises..summer is breeding season.

She gasps when the sandpaper-like tongue drags down her neck, leaving almost slimy saliva in its path. She shivers underneath the lycan, golden eyes taking in the monster’s form. Then, she jumps, when sharp teeth graze her hip.

Suddenly, her head is filled with the desire to be bitten, to be claimed in the most intimate and primal of ways. She yearns for it, suddenly, her mind foggy, her body yearning, her back arching as though presenting her to her captor.

The lycan snarls and growls, and the blonde yelps when she feels the strong tongue lick across her inner thigh next.

“W-Wait!”, she shrieks as a massive hand wraps around her thick thigh, and gasps when she is spread open. With a single bite her underwear is snatched from her, leaving her shivering as the damp air of the cave hits her privates.

To her embarrassment, she is already soaked, her clit pulsing, her lips glistening with the wetness that drips from her.

The beast straddles her fully, its large clawed hands grabbing onto her petite wrists and pinning them above her head. Bela is a mess of thoughts.

What is happening? How come she is enjoying this so much?!

She feels so wet, she needs this so bad.

Never has she felt this turned on in her life..

She must get back! She must escape! Mother will be furious! Cassandra will never let her live it down! Daniela will never give her a break from the jokes and mockery!

She must feel the massive cock in her..so thick, so strong, already twitching as it is aligned to hang proudly between her legs.

Bela whimpers as she feels the thick, glistening wet tip against her tight pussy. Having neglected her needs in favor of working hard, she’s impossibly tight for the large cock dangling between her thighs. Let alone the huge knot…

The thought strikes fear into her mind. How could she possibly take the massive girth? How could her pussy ever recover from the stretch?

How could she take such a large knot? How could it ever fit into her?! What if..

What if she is bred?

Her eyes widen a little at the thought. So what if she is bred? What if the beast pumps load after load of thick cum into her?

The proud heiress of Alcina Dimitrescu, the noblest of her sisters, reduced to a cum dump, made to become a mate and be bred until she carries a litter of lycans in her womb.

She gasps, then screams and moans, as the thick tip pushes into her. Its soft head goes in easily despite the tightness, and Bela moans when, after years, she finally feels full again.

Yet, upon glancing down, she sees that barely the tip has made it in. There is a lot to go, still, and she already feels it as warm, no- hot, precum drools from the monstrous lycan and right into her.

Her thoughts wander more and more the foggier her brain gets and the higher she seems to get on the pheromones and scent surrounding her.

How many lycans make a litter? Two? Three? Six? Seven? Twelve?! She can’t remember, but by the size of the knot sitting at the base of the cock, she must fear for the worst.

Her hip is grabbed, then a strong arm is wrapped around her. She feels more of the cock push itself inside of her.

Her back arches and she feels the arm around her tighten, then can’t help but giggle when she is lifted off the floor.

“A-AAh! AH! Gnmnn!”

She throws her head back, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she feels more and more fill her.

At last, she feels the knot pushed up against her stretched pussy.

“Ple-Please!”, she gasps. How on earth could she fit that knot into her?! As the creature’s hips pull back and the cock begins to slip out of her, she feels her pussy grip it tightly. It’s as though every part of her body tries to keep the monstrosity in her, as though despite what fears plague her mind, her body is eager and relentless to be bred.

For a moment, shame has her cheeks burn up and flush bright pink. She moans as she feels the long tongue explore her neck and grunts in pleasure as her captor’s hips slap back against her own.

“N-Ngnnm, yes! Y-yes! O-Oh god!”

They draw back, then snap to her again, making her jolt. She tugs her arms half heartedly, and unsurprisingly, the lycan’s grip only tightens on her.

She moans with every little drop of hot wetness that leaks into her. She gasps as thick and heavy balls slap against her ass, plap! Plap! Plap! With every thrust.

So thick..Bela’s head is thrown back as she merely thinks of how much cum they must hold inside. How much she will be made to cold inside.

“I-Oh..yes! Yes! A-Ah!”, she screams. She feels herself pushed closer and closer to her orgasm already within moments of this treatment.

But really, she can’t be blamed! Not when poor Bela’s pussy and body is unused to such treatment, when she clenches tightly around the cock and feels it stretch her more with every thrust.

And how can she be blamed, when she feels the thick tip push up against the back of her womb when it is fully nestled inside of her, when she feels the wet head rub up against her pink, spongy and wet insides.

She groans and moans, louder and louder and louder.

And the creature seems painfully aware of her state. She is grabbed hard and yanked about, her petite body used to practically jerk her up and down on the massive cock.

When she cums embarrassingly fast, tears begin to run down her cheek. Yet she yearns for more, fear and arousal filling her mind when she feels the heavy knot push up against her.

Even with a stretched pussy, she can’t imagine a single way such a thing could fit into her!

She gasps and moans loudly with every thrust into her wet and tight cunt. Each causes the thick knot to smack against her and nearly has her flinch each time.

Truly, she can’t grasp how such a thing could ever fit into her!

It seems, too, her monstrous captor couldn’t care less that she came. If anything, Bela feels the talons holding her tightening and the cock within her twitch.

Yes, she can imagine she is quite warm, wet and tight around the beast now. And still she gasps and moans high pitched with every little thrust and move into and out of her.

She is yanked and pulled, the rough treatment accompanied by almost sweet licks against her neck. She feels lightheaded already, little sighs escaping her thick lips here and there.

As she is fucked faster and she feels more and more precum drip into her, her attention is pulled to the fact she is being bred yet again.

And again, it feels her with a strange warmth that has her cheeks heat up, her ass clench and her pussy grip the cock stretching her sore tightly.

She wonders, will she bear a round stomach as she carries a litter of Lycans? The thought has her whimper and arch her back as best as she can.

Yes, she is already reeking of the creature, after all!

Will her breasts grow even larger and ache, so full of milk for her little pups? Bela gasps at the thought alone.

“N-A-AAh! AH! Ah! Yes! YES!”

She screams, loud and passionate, when she suddenly feels the teeth that have been rubbing against her neck push inside.

Warmth spreads throughout her body. She’s shaking, trembling and moaning, gasping and shrieking as she cums again. She knows, deep down, the bite has claimed her as the creature’s.

She groans when she suddenly feels cum be shot into her, massive amounts enough to cover her entire face- head even- if it was shot into it.

She squirms helplessly as she is pumped full of it, her arms held tightly, her neck forced still by sharp teeth, her pussy plugged with the cock as more and more cum floods her insides.

Her eyes widen as she looks down and finds her own stomach, growing more and more the more seed is pumped inside. She whines, her legs attempting to cross, her hips trembling in an attempt to move. But the large cock stays inside, and the beast only snarls angrily at her foolishness.

Soon, her stomach is round and full, large enough for poor Bela to let herself lean fully against the ground and the lycan, too weak and sore to carry the unexpected weight of her cum-filled stomach.

Already, it looks as though the monster impregnated her.

For a moment, the creature only pants. Bela catches her breath at last as she moves her hand to her neck, her bottom lip becoming trapped between her teeth as she feels two large bite marks on there. Blood smears around it, but below the sweet fluid, she feels the puncture wounds.

Then, however, her excitement is cut short and replaced by terror, arousal and fear.

The knot.

She mewls as it presses against her stretched pussy, harder and harder. She feels it throb and its warmth, its sheer size…

“It won’t fit!”, she pleads. The creature seems to think otherwise, as it snarls and growls, its grip tightening on Bela for a moment. She gasps when she is flipped over, so now her bare breasts are pushed up against the hard rock and muddy ground.

Her round stomach aches as it rests on the floor and poor little Bela whimpers in embarrassment as she feels more cum leak from her pussy again with every single breath.

She feels her leg be pulled to the aside and shivers slightly as the warm air of the cave hits her wet privates.

Then, she feels the knot push against her again. The monstrous lycan mounts her easily, its sheer size alone dominating the blonde.

Then, with a scream and a moan of pleasure, she feels it, finally. The knot, impossibly big, forced into her soaked pussy and sealing it like a plug. She whimpers and moans loudly.

She is grabbed tightly, her stomach a shameful, but arousal reminder of her new status as this monster’s mate and breeding puppet.

She gasps when there is even slight movement. More, and more. The creature can’t thrust into her with the knot in the way, but even the smallest of movements and turns give both insane amount of pleasure.

Bela is panting again quickly, her hands cupping her stomach and breast. She feels the blood pour from her neck, down her collarbone and past her breasts.

She feels her last orgasm of the day rising already within a few moments, her body seemingly automatically responding to the large knot inside.

When the creature bends down to lick her swollen stomach, she nearly cums from it alone. Yes…all this seed in her, the knot..she knows, she will be bred and impregnated.

Her cheeks heat up, her nipples harden, her ass clenches and tightens around nothing. Her pussy milks the cock and knot in her.

Bela whimpers and moans, pants even. She can’t bring her mind to think of anything but being what she is made to be now, a breeding toy. A future mother to a litter of lycans.

She thinks of her round belly, her sore and aching breasts leaking milk, a dozen little wolves running around.

She thinks of possessiveness, the one the creature has already showered her in.

A few more movements, and with a scream, the beautiful blonde cums again. She mewls as her mate does the same, the large, hard knot at least shrinking slightly in her.

She is held close as she whimpers and cries, her stretched pussy pumped full to the brink, so much so her own cum and the creature’s heavy, thick one. She feels the cum drip and smear everywhere, even.

Then, it seems over at last. Her eyes are heavy, her stomach even rounder and fuller. The knot rests in her, as if still acting like a plug that traps the creature’s seed in her.

Exhausted, she allows the large thing to shift her. She feels soft fur against her, and a gentle tongue running along her throat and stomach.

It’s almost..lovingly.

With a smile on her lips, she allows her eyes to slip shut

#cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu x reader #lycan 🐺 anon #sleep deprived af

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