#IS MOSTLY WITH HIM so i think there had to be A GIANT RELIEF and it doesn't make him a cheater OR CHOOSING A SHORT CUT

[phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess]

Headcanon

Alastor being disdainful and aloof when he sees residents playing with and cooing over their pets like fat nuggets and kiki.

But perhaps one day as he is speaking with dear charlie in an overly paternal manner that is causing lucifer to nearly snap hus cane in half, theres a ruckus from the lobby and panicked shouting.

In seconds a great bounding Thing is hurtling through the area all lolloping teeth and claws and floppy tongue.

Vaggie finds her spear knocked absently aside by a microphone staff as Alastor queries a pleasantly surprised, "...vark?"

Surprising the rest of the hotel by not aporising the shark dog thing when it actively jumps up to knock them both over. "VARK! What are you doing here? Yes its quite swell to see you too, what have you been fed? You seem a tad slim. No matter, i think i can find a lovely fresh femur for you in my kitchen, hmm, would you like that? I do believe you would."

"Uh so, how d'you know vox's pet, Smiles?" Angel asked, knowing the creature from the rare times it would gallivant about Vee tower trying to find vox, velvette or valentino for attention and treats.

That snaps alastor back into the reality of being on the floor covered in shark spit, thanks to excited licking, aand he gently moves the shupppy off him (all 7ft) to stand. Pointedly ignoring the giant shiny eyes charlie is making at the rare affectionate scene.

"Simply from association with that insipid little picture box a few decades before, when Vark was an infant and no larger than your porcine companion rotund chicken pieces." Alastor deflects.

He shoots a warning glare at Husk when the latter snorts in response. Which is ignored.

"Sure, if thats what you wanna call it..."

Sensing gossip, Angel slides back to the bar, fat nuggets swinging wildly like a ferret.in a secondary set.of arms. "Oh, gossip on the scandalous secrets of THE radio demon, huskie? Do tell."

Before anyone can, the front doors burst open as a frantic swarm of sauce drenched voxtech employees arrive, all low.performers made into tasty little enticements for the missing pet. Followed by the overlord himself,on a three way call.with vel, val and their own swarm of worker treats. Clearly all searching with different levels of desperation and arguing back and forth.

"...-ell maybe you need to check you locked the fucking door BEFORE the orgy, val, its common fucking sense!"

"As if wither of you were paying enough attention to do it wither, its not my fault Voxxy. Tell him Vel-Vel!"

"You boomers are exhausting but if you can can it for a sec, ive got some sinstagram posts showing he was headed to the hotel your old boytoy is running. Nothing new past that, probs cause'a the scrambling thing the fuxker does."

"Why Podcast and accomplices, to what do we owe this dospleasure?"Alastor drawls, all false cheer and dripping poisoned hospitality. As if he wasnt holding a gigantic shark dog thing in jos arms like it was nothing, and pointedly flicking his ears out of reach of an enthusiastic slobbery tongue.

"VARK!" The television headed overlord shouts in a mixture of joy, relief, frustration and that strange rage all parents and pet owners feel when finding a lostling safe and mostly sound. "Where have you BEEN?! Do you know how worried daddy was?"

The employees all made it very clear they had heard nothing of such a soppy statement by looking studiously at differnt floor tiles, ceiling fixtures and the wallpaper.

Through the split screen, Vel and Val were also smooshing themselves close to the screen and using their own endearments and admonishments at the shuppy. Amusing, ut grating on the ears.

Lucifer, having met and wildly exceeded his quota for social engagement for yhe day aand off the wall.shenanigans, finds his eye twitching. "Can someone explain qhat is happening here and why its happening in my daughters hotel of all places?!"

He gets a dirty look from the radio prick, but who cares.

Before vox can say anything, muting the other two, alastor speaks.

"I believe it is clear, your majesty, thatdear Vark was not having his needs met and so came to find someone who could provide that care. And is not the hotel all about second chances?" Levels the overlord, allowing Niffty to sit on his shoulder to pet the shuppy while giggling maniacally.

"HEY!" Came the trifold scandelised reply from the Vees.

"Or maybe someone left the door open at our tower and Vark came to find one of the few people in hell who spoils him rotten..." Vox trues yo snark back and trails off as if he wasnt sure where that was going. Then a maniacal glee lights up that calculating grin, as the overlord adds, "or perhaps Vark just missed his other daddy and wanted to come visit?"

That caused an uproar.

"You two was together?!"

"That is neither here nor there, my envenomed associaate, do close your mouth before a fly... ah, actually,you might enjoy that." The deflection falls flatin the face of the whole situation.

"Hah!" Comes the unexpected contribution from the King, "so all your snarky little comments about bad parenting, and here we find you abandoned your own kid!"

"Vark is only a shark dog demon, not a child." He drawls back. Pointedly ignoring the huge sad eyes vark was using at him, but skritching carefully by the shuppys gills all the same, enjoying the delighted rumble.it elicited.

Vox and the vees gasped like hed torn their hearts out and ate them in front of their eyes. A twisted mess of indignant statements about how vark was not JUST a dog, he was amazing and perfect and alastor was a bad father to say such things when they might impact the shuppys emotional development...

"Okay, this is very weird and as nice as it is to have three overlords viaiting our lovely hotel, this is getting a little weird." Charlie says diplomatically, exhausted from tbe wgole thing and also.staying up two days in a row to qork on plans for activities and counselling programs.for residents. Which was what a combination of Vagie, alastor and lucifer had been addressing prior to the Vark incident.

That seemed to snap everyone back into reality, and Vox cleared his throat, brushing off his suit and ordering semi sticky 3mployees outside. Nifty already cleaning up their soppy footprints with an almost hysterical glee.

"Apologies Princess, i am afraid you caught my team at an inopportune time..." he bluffed, straightening his coat. "Nevermind. If you could just get your hotelier to relinquish our, and by that i mean the vees, shuppy Vark thatd be great "

"...no."

"What do you mean NO?! Thats our, again the vees, shuppy!"

"In all technicality he is also mine, but really Vox... hes quite thin, are you not giving him enough livers? His skin isnt very shiny..."

"We cant all just go get sinner meat for him all the time, Al..." Vox sighs, then remembers where he is. " hah, i mean, you ancient airwave loving fucker. Hes fine, but we'll take that suggestion under advisement..."

Velvette was visibly scrolling through some sort of online store and adding gorey content (of which livers featured prominently) to the cart. Val was looking throuh a site that seemed an odd mix of sexual items as well as animal toys. No one thought too hard about the implications of that...

Sighing and acting casually bored with the whole affair to the outside observer, Alastor demured slightly by putting Vark down. "I suppose that I shall allow him to return with you for now, with a few items to tide Vark over..." Niffty blurred as she went to grab sinner bones and organs from the fridge in his room. "...but i will be watching. You may leave him here once a month for a few days so i can ascertain he is well, you know he enjoys swimming in the bayou and eating the alligators."

Theres a short.pause, before Vox buffers through the conversation to the underlying meaning. "Uh, yeah... I'll have someone draft something up. Yknow you can always come see him at the tower..."

"Not necessary at this time,Podcast. Do you agree to my terms?"

Theres a moment where the three overlords have a technological discussion, before Vox replied, "Deal." and took the outstretched hand. A blast of green and blue energy, with faint traces of intermingled pink and purple, raced outwards.

"Very well then. Niffty darling, would you be so good as to assist the picture box in returning to his vehicle and ensuring he remembers the bag of treats for Vark?"

"Okay sir!" She salutes excitedly, skittering off and dragging at Voxs pant leg.

"Now Vark, you do need to go with..." there was a deep pause as if the next word was painful, as it came out in somewhat revolted static. "...Daddy... but i will.see you again shortly. And, i believe i promosed you a femur, didnt i?"

His shadow manifested the gristly item and provided it to Vark, who lost his little.mind in excitement. Growl yapping and thindering about before coming back for a final pet, then galloping outside chewing happily.

"Okay, I'll bite... what the fuck just happened?" Angel asked. "I feel like i just watched a hell version of two divorcees making a custody arrangement for their kid "

"Probably cause ya did..." Husk muttered, and the spider spat out his cosmopolitan.

"What?!"

Charlie is trying to offer comfort to Alastor but isnt sure what to even say because the last few minutes had been pretty strange even by the hotels standards.

"So... that happened. Are you okay? Seeing an ex is always kinda weird... and with your sorta kid too? Should we uh, maybe call Rosie?"

That sbapped him out of things and the enigmatic radio host was back. "Nonsense my dwar, wverything is fine. And dear Risie has heard all she cares to stand about that capatalistic shill over the past few decades i would hazard. But perhaps i can arrange her to visit when vark is next here, she does adore the little thing. Always has a fresh heart or two to slide him under the table..."

"Hey, dont ignore me, Smiles! Are you tellin me you was like hell married to fuckin VOX?! Is that why he has the bodypillow ofy- uhforget i said that."

"Why, that is not quite an accurate statement, my pastel pal... i never inferred it was only to Vox now, did i? And-..." a pause as the previous query registers, and his overlord form bleeds through in dial eyes and antlers. " he has a WHAT?!"

His.incredulity and discomfort at the idea is undercut by the howling laughter.of the king of hell, who is near crying from mirth.

Angel is grinning up at him. "You heard me, Smiles. Ots on his bed, and he sometimes shares it with the other vees on occasion if ya know what i mean... i thought it was hate stuff, but now i know its sad ex drama its kinda funny. Does explain that one real.weird video Val got e to do with it a few years back that never aired..."

The overlord form snapped away in am instant. " ...I'd ask for elaboration, dear gellow, but i fear that it may lead to a rampage. Lst us agree to put it from our minds and never spwak of it again, deal?"

"Deal."

A very small flare of green and pink berween the clasped.hands, and both parties immediately move back to what they were doing before everything went down.

"Now, i believe a certain princess needs to go and take a well.earned nap.before she collapses.from exhaustion, hmm?"

Lucifer immediately joins in with Vaggie in attempting to coerce their beloved Charlie to nap before she falls.over. However he does shoot the smug fake smiling radio parental usurper a very pointed glare that said he hadnt forgotten the little drama that just occurred... and felt a thrill of satisfaction as the other's grin dimmed slightly.

At the bar, Husk slips another drink to Angel and a glass of cordial to Niffty (she was a menace when drunk and had access to weapons).

"Hey didja know about all... that?"

A noncommittal hum.

"Do ya think... do ya think Smiles'd let me be like a distant uncle.to that shuppy? He was fuckin adorable and i just wanted to squish his murderous little face. Always wanted to pet him the few times i saw him at work, but... i was usually busy."

Husk cant help the laugh that rumbles.out. "Legs, whether the guy likes to admit it or not he loves that sharkdog like he does Niffty, you're gonna have Vark shoved in your face so often you'll be sick of him after a bit. Heck, qhen that lot broke up i think he was honestly more ypset about losing Vark..."

Angel felt Fat Nugget wriggle about in his arms and scritxhed the demon pigs ears, eliciting a delighted.grumbling squeal.

"Heh, i get it. Things're gonna be interesting around here then, hmm, sourpuss?"

"When are they ever not, Legs?"

#hazbin hotel #alastor #vox #angel dust #hazbin hotel husk #niffty #hazbin hotel vark #headcanon and inference of a whole new shop dynamic for the hell of it

[b00tyliciousbabe]

gingerbread

himbo bf x male reader

summary: spending time with your boyfriend and his family for the holidays. some fluff, lil angst, bad jokes (i apologise in advance), and minimal smut of course.

notes: merry chrysler! hope y’all pretty people are doing amazing. notoriously indecisive in true bootylicious fashion, i settled on one of my fave typa men - gentle giant himbos. think danny wheeler from baby daddy. now, i would never call my men dumb, but always be saying real stupid things. there’s a specific kind of wonder that you can see in their eyes…i’m whipped.

disclaimer: i also tried to keep it as open to as many tastes as possible, so a lot of who he is, you can do create yourself. but i had to make him a bit of a redhead, they too fine.

y’all better gass me because the way i wrote this 3 hours before the end of xmas day, enjoy babies <3

saved in his phone as gingerbread - he’s a ginger, and you get bred xx

you always loved spending time with your boyfriend’s family, almost as much as they loved you. his mother was the first to catch Y/N fever, mostly because you reminded her of herself and it was a relief to know that someone could handle her son’s antics . then it was his brothers, they loved how mellow you made him, as if all of his struggles melted away when you waltzed into his life. they felt like your guardians, wanting to protect you because they knew how much you meant to their baby brother. and his sisters…they’re lowkey your best friends. when you first met, y’all got on so well with one another bonding over fashion, pop culture, and weirdly philosophy.

his dad liked you as a person, believing you were a kind soul, but not the person for his son, because of how different you two were. they were a quiet luxury kinda family, which didn’t necessarily coincide with how connected you were with celebrities. this was until he saw how well you worked together. whilst working on a huge project for the family business, your boyfriend was stressed in the office. you walked in, ready to go on a date after he’d finished. ‘hey baby, you look hot, where you going?’ he’d forgotten, but you never held it against him. you loved to see the cogs turn in his head as he came to a realisation. ‘shit. it’s date night.’ he groaned head in hands. ‘I’m so sorry Y/N, work’s just been so busy, the clients wanted to move the order forward, the contractors needed more data on the financial markets, and…’ you sat down on his desk, holding his chin so you guys exchanged eye contact. ‘babe, it’s all good, i know it’s a really busy time for you.’ you stroked his face reassuringly, a sigh of relief emitted from his lips. ‘i ain’t leaving your side, we’re in this together,’ you said as you went in for a kiss. it was deep and sensual, and if you didn’t stop when you did, you would’ve left that room walking side to side. ‘so, what can i help with?’ you responded, looking at the documents on the desk. he stared up lovingly, ‘i don’t deserve you,’ he admitted ‘too good to me.’ which garnered a little chuckle from you. his dad saw how supportive you were, pulling an all-nighter for the benefit of your man. you were so tired that the two of you spooned on the couch in his office, and slept there. early the next morning, the two of you were met with a breakfast course on the coffee table and your respective starbucks orders. you kissed your bf goodbye, so he could work, and just as you were about to leave, his father stopped you. ‘good morning Y/N, did you enjoy the food?’ he questioned as you entered the elevator together. ‘it was lovely sir, thank you.’ you replied hesitantly. ‘the only thanks due is to you, i appreciate how you’re always there for my son.’ you smiled inside, longing to prove yourself to him. ‘I love him sir, he needs to know that any problem he has, automatically becomes our problem to solve together.’ he knew at that moment, you were the perfect fit.

one of the core memories of your relationship was the weekend in the alps. your boyfriend thought this would’ve been the perfect opportunity to have some alone time with you before the new year. with award season coming up, many celebrities needed to be styled, you legit had no time to see him, it was going to be amazing. you stayed in the chalet his parents owned, but neither of you knew that it’d be an entire sibling getaway. the two of you snuggled under the blankets, drinking hot chocolate, whilst listening to some quiet smooth jazz in the background. revelling in how cozy and warm it was, he was dozing off whilst cuddling and you decided to follow suit, but not before a quick kiss on your bf’s nose - he’s so cute. unfortunately, like most precious things, this didn’t last long. there was a huge clatter at the door, awakening you two. ‘what the fuck are you guys doing here?’ your man blasted at them. ‘oh hey lil bro,’ one of them said as the others made themselves feel at home. ‘we heard you lovebirds were here and wanted to see Y/N again, we missed him.’ they all waved at you. you blushed and immediately got up greet them all with hugs and squeals. ‘omds, i haven’t see you guys in ages, we have so much to catch up on.’ you blurted out in an excited frenzy. your love, on the other hand, didn’t share the same energy. whilst you had walked to his sisters, his brothers playfully punched your bf to cheer up. ‘you idiots, have the worst timing, he said as they got ready to get some wood for the chimney.

it was just you and the girls, as you gossiped about the drama that went down during fashion week as they ate up every word. you mostly had done a lot of listening to their relationship dramas and work lives, as you shared a couple giggles. you has made gingerbread men, as his sisters watched the master at work. ‘Y/N, these are delicious, how are you so good at everything?’ they praised which made you blush. the boys had returned, with your man wincing with pain as his brothers carried him in. ‘the dummy tripped on the snow’ they said snickering as you walked to help him. ‘how many times have i told you to be careful out there?’ you said, concerningly staring at the bruise on his hip. you touched it gently earning a wince from him as he pushed away your hand. ‘sorry babe.’ he stared dead in your eye and looked away, giving you the silent treatment. ‘what do you need?’ he continued airing. ‘i’m gonna get some bandages’ you said, unsure of what you did to hurt him emotionally.

‘the fuck is wrong with you?’ his sisters protested, thumping his head. ‘ow! what do you mean?’ ‘that boy loves you, so much so that he puts up with all of your shit and stupidity.’ they come to your defence. he looks to his brothers for help, but to no avail. ‘dude, I’ll be real, you fucked up.’ one says. ‘he was just trying to help’ another adds. like the youngest, he continues to deflect ‘well, if you guys hadn’t come, i wouldn’t have gotten hurt, and me and Y/N would have been happier. he finally admitted. ‘oh damn.’ their faces became gentler as they circled in on him. ‘I just never get to see him now, with work and everything, and i don’t want him to get used to not seeing me’ he started to get teary but hid it behind a scowl. ‘bro, you are meant to be with Y/N, i see it in your eyes every time he walks into a room, like he’s the only one there.’ your bf smiles at the mere thought of your face. ‘see, he ain’t even here and you’re cheesing so bad rn.’ they all laugh. ‘i don’t know how to tell him, he’s so good at communicating his feelings, i just, i just can’t do it the way he does.’ his heart begins to beat faster. ‘that’s the thing though, he knows you better than you know yourself.’ the eldest brother says ‘there’s nothing that he won’t be able to understand because the two of are so connected.’

you enter with the bandages and medical supplies. ‘here’s a chance to fix that’ his twin sister says as they leave and move to the other side of the mansion, locking the door behind them as they wave you bye for now. you sit beside him on the sofa, placing a hot compress on his bruise. ‘Y/N, we need to talk.’ you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine by being stand-offish ‘speak then.’ you say glaring into his eyes that made you melt every time but now. ‘i am so sorry for my rude behaviour, i know you were just tryna help my stubborn ass.’ you continued tending to his wounds, with an apathy rivalled only by the unconditional love you have for him. ‘whatever.’ you muttered. ‘aw, come on baby, don’t be like that.’ he grimaced. ‘like what,’ your voice growing in confidence ‘like someone who, as hard as they try, can never get their boyfriend to fully open up?’ you admitted. ‘you know that’s not the whole story.’ he looks down. ‘mkay’ you say, tired of arguin, he just needed to cool off. he takes a deep breath. ‘Y/N, you know i love you more than anything ’ your boyfriend boldly states, deepening your eye contact. ‘and you know i love you the same, but sometimes love is not enough,’ you struggle to get the words out, getting choked up as you hold his cheek for stability. he turns to kiss you, it’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. he caresses your thigh, as your tongues dance for dominance in the warmth of your mouth. you pulled back. ‘here goes nothing, babe, I’m afraid, afraid of losing you.’ he admitted desperately. ‘we barely ever see each other and I’m scared that it has, um, like, maybe, um’ he failed to articulate his thoughts, angering him further. ‘calm down love, i hear what you’re saying. you’re worried about the possibility of us being comfortable with rarely seeing one another and what that means for us.’ you always knew how to soothe his heart. ‘exactly, you’re just so good at letting me know what we need to do to make this relationship work that I’m clueless at asking for help.’ he smiled earning a chuckle from you. ‘we’re in this together boo, you won’t ever lose me.’ as he sneers into another smooch. ‘fuck.’ he moaned into your mouth as a tent forms in his boxers. ‘your voice always gets me going.’ you looked down and immediately dropped to your knees.

you hadn’t sucked your boyfriend’s cock in what seemed like forever. you pulled his boxers to his ankles as his thick cock sprung up, throbbing in the cool air of the room. you grabbed his pole, gaslighting him into thinking you were going to start at the tip. instead you began to massage his beefy, low-hanging balls in your mouth. ‘Y/N, fuck, that’s where the spunk is stored, not where you drink it from’ he snickered, removing them from your mouth. ‘you’ve got to st-UGHHHH’ you deepthroated with ease, loving how his dumb, naive nature was still translated to your time in the sheets. ‘that’s it baby, good boy’ he praises, looking at the slobber that made his dick glisten. ‘shit.’ he cums without warning, giving you an impromptu facial. ‘sorry darling, i came as soon as i saw you slap my dick on your thick lips.’ your boyfriend helped you to clean up, pushing his hand all over your face and fingering your mouth with his nut.

you moved to undressing, as you straddled your man. ‘i know you wanna pound me into tomorrow, but you can’t,’ gesturing to his bruise. he whined and cooed. ‘however…’ you whispered into his ear, jerking him of with a mix of his cum and your spit ‘imma help my man out tonight.’ as you sank onto his schlong with ease. his hands immediately grabbed your globes, as he licked his lips salaciousy, enjoying your physique. ‘so fucking hot.’ your bf mumbled. you started bouncing on his cock as he slowly rutted in you from beneath, your hole was already sore.

it was gonna be a long night…

@gayaristocrat imma save your fantasy for dacre, that man is 90s fine fr

#gay #smut #bottom male reader #male x male #mlm #male reader #christmas fanfic #male x male fluff #male x male angst

[joonsmagicshop]

Stress Relief Series Part 4- KSJ

 Summary: A couple weeks ago Taehyung asked a favor. For you to have sex with his bandmates to relieve some tension and stress. How can you say no to that

Paring: Jin/Reader

Rating: 18+/M

Word Count: 6k

Tags: Smut, fingering, eating out, fucking against a mirror, wrap it before you tap it people, spanking, dirty talk, Jin calls her princess.

Authors Note: You can not tell me Seokjin wouldn't love to fuck someone against a mirror so he could look at himself. I rest my case.

In case you missed it

Part 1 (intro)

Part 2

Part 3

Spring had finally decided to make an appearance four days after your steamy night with Jungkook and you were going to take full advantage of the beautiful weather.

Right as the clock struck noon you grabbed your bag and your light pink spring coat making your way out of your stuffy office and crossing the busy street to the park which had many beautiful trees that were just starting to bloom, bringing the promise of longer days and balmy temperatures.

You found yourself smiling as you spotted the perfect bench under a giant oak tree and you snagged it before anyone else could, setting out your lunch and deciding to people-watch instead of scrolling your phone like you usually did during your hour-long lunch.

The park was full of people, mostly kids playing around, some runners and bike riders, and of course, many couples holding hands and taking pictures as the sun beamed down on them.

You smiled at the happy couples feeling joy blooming in your chest.

You had been happy all week which was totally due to the sudden nice weather and definitely not because you had not stopped thinking of that night with Jungkook.

Nope, that wasn't it at all.

You were so lost in your thoughts of that night that you hardly noticed your phone vibrating on your lap.

You scooped it up last minute and saw someone was calling you

more specifically an unknown number was calling you

“Hello?” You answered settling into the bench and throwing your head back to let the rays of sun that were peaking through the branches hit your face.

“Hey Y/N right?” Came a suave male voice you sort of recognized.

“Yes, this is her.” You answer trying to match his suaveness.

“It's Kim Seokjin. How are you?”

You jolt your head up so fast the world spins for a moment.

You really thought you'd be used to this by now but you still felt your heart race in your chest at the prospect that he was reaching out to you.

Tae never said who would contact you when so it was always a surprise.

“I'm good just on my lunch break how about you?” You ask trying to seem as chill as possible.

“Good we are just on a break here and I figured I'd reach out.” He says voice dropping low which has your eyebrow quirking up and arousal flooding your veins.

“Hmm and what did you want to reach out about?” You almost purr which has him softly chuckling on the other line.

“Well as you are very aware we have a tour coming up and there are things I'd like to do before we leave, things that make me feel less stressed you know.” He teases which has your thighs clenching together.

You pushed your hair back from your face and smiled deviously.

“And what would those things be hmm?” You inquire biting at your lips.

“Well, so here's the thing.” He says, his voice no longer an octave lower, and has you sitting up in your seat.

“I have a reservation booked at Lalune tomorrow night and wanted to know if you wanted to go with me. I know one of the chefs and he told me to come anytime but we have our tour coming up so I want to go before I leave. What do you say?”

You are speechless

Lalune was known as one of the top-end restaurants and was rated the best restaurant for the past three years. It was in a fancier part of the city and you had walked by it before. You remembered seeing people sitting at small quaint tables lined with black tablecloths drinking and eating food that was probably half your rent. There was a massive fireplace and a giant chandelier with small crescent moons hanging from it. The place screamed money and you never thought you'd even be allowed to step foot in there.

“I...um? Are you sure?” You ask as you fiddle with your dress pants and top, mentally going through your entire closet to try to remember if you have anything fancy to wear.

“If I wasn't sure I wouldn't ask. Yes, I'm sure. It's always more fun to share a meal with other people. I tried to get Namjoon to come with me but he already has plans...some art thing.” Seokjin explains as you feel your heart hammer in your chest.

“Oh yeah, the new exhibit is supposed to be really cool, about light refraction in art.” You say as you gather your things and head back towards the office.

“Impressive. I'll have to let Namjoon know our girl knows her art.” Seokjin teases as you feel yourself blush.

Our girl

“Anyway please say yes. I'm going to be honest I'm not someone who can just... hook up with someone I don't know. I'd love to take you out to dinner and get to know you better. I don't want you to think I'm using this dinner to get in your pants at all! Like I said earlier it's always fun to eat with company. And if we don't end up hooking up I hope I make a really good friend.” He says which has you smiling as you enter the office.

“Of course, I'll go with you.” You say heading towards the elevator and trying to keep the giddiness in your chest at bay.

“Okay! I'll come pick you up around six! Oh, you're going to love it!” Seokjin says his voice laced with excitement.

You say your goodbyes and hang up and by the time you make it back to your office, you can't stop grinning.

And here you are now.

Standing in front of a mirror wearing a little black dress adorned with gold jewelry. Your hair is pinned up in a half up-do and you are nervously pacing your living room waiting for his car to arrive.

You try your best not to pick at your lips or nails as you wait, instead, you focus on straightening everything out in case he does want to come up after dinner.

Right at six you hear a car outside and race to the window to see a black van with the license plate he texted you earlier.

You hastily grab your bag and your tan pea coat before locking the door to your apartment, your heels click-clacking on the concrete steps as you make your way to the car.

Seokjin is standing outside of it holding the door open and your jaw almost drops.

There is a reason he is called worldwide handsome.

His hair is dark and pushed back from his forehead with a few stay pieces flopping forward giving him an effortlessly disheveled look. He is wearing a black leather jacket with a low-cut black shirt underneath and multiple necklaces. His dress pants are also dark and something about the way he looks makes your heart race fast and your stomach flip in arousal.

“You look beautiful.” He says as a way of greeting you as he helps you into the van and slides in the back seat alongside you.

Before you can comment on how good he looks, the van is already pulling away from the curb and he is talking excitedly about this restaurant and the menu.

You let him chat the whole ride there taking in every word. It was obvious he knew a lot about different foods and different flavor combinations and you soaked it all in as the driver pulled the car in behind the restaurant and Seokjin got out to get your door for you.

A classic gentleman.

“I had the chef get us a private room with a private menu too. I hope you don't mind.” He says as you step out of the vehicle and he takes your hand to lead you to a back door.

He slips his phone out of his jacket and sends a quick text and stares down at you.

“I did mean what I said earlier. You are very beautiful. No wonder Taehyung wouldn't stop talking my ear off until I pushed him to approach you.” He teases which has your jaw-dropping.

“Wait what? I didn't know that.” You respond as the door opens and Seokjin puts a hand on your back to usher you inside.

A waitress takes you down a narrow hallway and soon enough you are in a fairly large room that has the lights dimmed and a couple tables decorated with black tablecloths and small pillar candles that have tiny moons and suns carved into them.

Other couples are sitting at these tables but none of them look up when you and Seokjin get seated at your table.

“This is called the parlor, it's very private and you are only allowed in if you know the chef or the owner.” He explains as he pulls out the chair for you and you graciously sit down.

You stare around the room taking it all in. The fireplace is lit and throwing light around the room which is catching the small stars and moons hanging from the ceiling, their reflections illuminated on the walls.

“This place is amazing. I mean. Wow Seokjin.” You breathe out still taking your time to look around.

He smiles at you in a way that makes you suddenly feel shy.

“Please call me Jin. Seokjin is much too formal.” He says as the waitress from earlier comes back and brings a bottle of wine to the table.

You both drink slowly as you take in the atmosphere and the soft music playing in the background.

“I'm just honored you'd want to take me here. Like genuinely honored.” You say staring at his handsome face and trying not to blush under the low light.

“Well, you are much prettier to look at than Namjoon.” Jin teases as his hand traces the stem of the wine glass and you smirk and shake your head at his boldness.

“So you were there the night Taehyung and I first met?” You ask as your first course gets delivered to the table.

Jin smiles softly and begins to tell the story as you both eat.

Six courses and a bottle of wine later you are feeling full and happy. It turns out you and Jin had a lot to talk about and the conversation and atmosphere were both wonderful.

When the check came Jin slipped his black card to the waitress and smiled softly at you as you finished the last sips of your wine. You wanted to take it easy on the alcohol tonight as you wanted to remember this entire night.

“I'm just going to text the driver to let him know we are finished,” Jin said pulling out his phone and smiling as he typed away.

The parlor slowly started to empty out and after a couple quick messages Jin announced the driver was there and it was time to go.

You stood up and his hand was soft and warm on your back as he directed you out into the hallway and out the back door where the car was already waiting.

Even though spring had arrived the nights were still cool so you wrapped your coat tighter around yourself as Jin rushed forward to open the door for you.

You climbed in with him right behind you and the van made its way back to your apartment.

The drive back was mostly quiet. You watched the city lights from the window as Jin typed on his phone. You weren't offended at all, instead, you were grateful for the silence as you tried to remember every single detail of tonight and commit it to memory.

“Sorry, Namjoon is sending me pictures of the exhibit to show me what I'm missing out on,” Jin said with a laugh as he showed you his phone and the very artsy pictures Namjoon had taken.

“Looks nice.” You say slowly resting your head on his shoulder, feeling sleepy from all the food.

“Better than a dinner date with me?” He teases as he fishes his arm out from your body to wrap it around your shoulders.

“That depends. Would the exhibit have that great toffee dessert we had?” You tease as the car pulls up to your apartment.

Jin laughs at your joke and you slowly remove your head from his shoulder when you feel the car stop.

“I know the exhibit wouldn't but maybe your apartment would? Should I come inside to check?” Jin answers smoothly as your eyes widen and you nod.

He smirks at you.

You both make your way into the apartment and you kick off your shoes as Jin looks around. You let him take his time as you shuck off your coat and begin to walk around turning on lamps to cast the space in a warm cozy glow.

“This space is beautiful! Except there is something wrong with your couch.” He says as he also takes off his shoes and shucks off his jacket.

You stare at the couch seeing absolutely nothing wrong with it.

“What do you mean?” You ask him still staring at the couch confused.

“There's a Tata plush on it.” Jin points out and you bite back a laugh.

The day after Jungkook came over you found a strange white package on your doorstep. You didn't order anything but it had your address on it so you carefully tore it open to see a small Tata plush wrapped in tissue paper and bubble wrap.

You shook your head at Taehyung's antics and grinned when you saw a note fall out.

Just a reminder of who was here first baby girl. Missing you

You texted Taehyung thanking him for the gift and he sent a kissy emoji back. You decided to keep Tata on your couch as decoration from then on.

“Yeah, Tae sent that to me as a kind of joke.” You answer as Jin walks over and he rolls his eyes.

“It should be an RJ plush. So much better you know.” He teases with a tilt of his eyebrow.

You laugh as he pulls you in closer and your breath hitches. He is even more beautiful up close as his warm hands wrap around your middle bringing you flush against his strong chest.

You smile up at him and before you know it he pulls you even closer causing your noses to brush and his lips to meet yours halfway.

You kiss him softly and slowly, letting him take control as he takes his time exploring your mouth. His hands run up and down your back making goosebumps rise on your skin.

He pushes harder against you and you gasp which gives him time to lick at the seam of your mouth. You feel your body tingle with desire when you run your hands up and down his broad shoulders and his hands tangle in your hair.

His hand comes up to cup your jaw and hold it steady as he very slowly tilts your head back so your jaw and neck as exposed to his soft lips.

His kisses are warm against your skin and he sucks light marks into your neck which has you pushing your body into his.

When he sucks harder his name falls from your lips in a drawn-out moan and he pulls away grinning at you.

“I wanted to do that since the moment I first saw you.” He admits as you blush under his gaze.

He confidently grabs your hand and takes you through your apartment until you are both standing in the bathroom.

You can't help but laugh.

“Jin my bedroom is the next door over.” You say as he steps towards you until your body is flush against the bathroom counter.

Jin's eyes are dark and his tongue darts out to lick at his lips.

“I was thinking we could fuck right here. If you'd be up for that.” He responds darkly as you shiver under his gaze and he grabs your arm to spin you around so you are facing your own reflection.

“You mean shower sex?” You almost whisper as you can feel the tension in the room rise. His eyes are dark and staring into yours through the mirror as his hands come up to trace your curves over your dress.

“I mean I want to fuck you against this mirror so you can watch how good I make you cum.” He answers as you shiver and nod.

“Use your words, princess.” He demands as his hand plays with the zipper at the top of your dress. Your eyes are blown wide with lust and you answer him, your eyes never leaving his piercing stare through the mirror.

He chuckles and his hand tugs on the zipper of your dress. He takes his time dragging it down, so slowly you are squirming when he finally gets it zipped down to your hips.

“Step out of it for me princess.” He commands as you comply and kick the fabric out the door.

“God your body is perfect.” He mutters as his hands explore your body. He takes his time with you, hands lightly grazing your skin making goosebumps appear as he unclips your bra and throws it to the floor.

His hands replace the bra as he cups your breasts and lets his thumbs flick over your sensitive nipples and you arch your back into his body as a moan falls from your lips.

“Such a pretty girl.” Jin coos as his hands massage and grope at your breasts. You grip the counter for support and your eyes roll back when he pinches a nipple between two fingers.

“And so responsive too.”

You don't bother to answer instead you let him explore your body. His hands begin to massage the underside of your breasts and soon enough they are moving down to your underwear.

You tilt your head back to rest it on his shoulder and try to keep your eyes open to stare at what is happening through the mirror.

You have never had an out-of-body experience before but you feel like this is as close as you'd ever be to getting on.

“Can I take these off?” He asks motioning to your underwear and you nod frantically.

As he did with your dress he takes his time taking off your underwear, sliding them painfully slowly down your butt and thighs until you can take them off and kick them out of the way.

You are stark naked in front of him and he is grinning at you like he just won the lottery.

“Gotta be honest. I'm really glad Namjoon couldn't attend tonight. This view. Better than any art exhibit.” He says as he places a soft kiss on your shoulder and you melt into his touch.

You whine out his name and his eyes snap to yours in the mirror reflection.

“Didn't I tell you, princess? You have to use your words.” He teases as his hands run up and down your hips and you once again arch back into him, delighted to feel his hard-on pressing against your back.

The feeling of his hard cock trapped in his slacks has you gasping as Jin continues to pepper kisses along your shoulders, his hands still exploring the expanse of your naked body.

“Want to see you too Jin. Wanna see you naked.” You whimper as his lips leave your neck and he grins at you through the reflection.

He takes his time taking off his necklaces and placing them on the counter and when he finally gets his shirt over his head you gasp.

His body is tanned and toned. His shoulders look even broader without a shirt and you can't stop your eyes from wandering down to the very obvious bulge in his pants.

“Pants too. Wanna make you cum.” You plead as you try to spin around to help him take off his belt but he's too strong and keeps you caged against the counter, his breath fanning over the shell of your ear as he pushes his hard cock into your back, keeping you pinned.

“Let me make you cum first.” He says as his hands start to move towards your core which is soaked with arousal.

You spread your legs to give him better access and he chuckles against the damp skin of your neck.

“I wanna eat you out. Is that okay?” He asks as his hand finally comes to your center and he drags his finger through your arousal.

You throw your head back and whine loudly as Jin's finger comes up to play with your aching clit.

“Please. Fuck. Please Jin.” You beg as he smiles and swipes your arousal on his finger and pops it in his mouth.

You watch him suck his index finger and wink at you and you are pretty sure you have acceded and gone to heaven.

Once he cleans his finger he grabs your hips to angle them backwards and grabs a bath towel to kneel on.

You step back to give him some room to kneel in front of you and grip onto the counter for support.

“I told you I wanted you to watch yourself cum. Your eyes close. I stop.” He says as he presses warm kisses up your thighs and you spread your legs wide.

He doesn't give you a chance to answer as he dives right in and starts to lick at your pussy.

You groan and try your best to keep your eyes open as he licks and sucks at your clit, making pleasure shoot through your veins and your legs shake.

His hands come around to grab at your ass and push your pussy onto his face and you struggle to stay upright when he switches between long strokes and quick ones.

“Eyes open love.” He reminds you before diving right back in.

His hands are kneading your ass and trying to hold you steady as you are a mess of moans above him. Everything feels so sensitive and so good and you know you aren't going to last as long as you would like to.

His tongue circles your clit and your hand reaches down to card though his feather-soft hair. His eyes lock on yours and he dares to wink at you as he eats you out with such precision you are sure your neighbors are going to put in a noise complaint.

You feel the coil of pleasure getting tighter and you try to hold off. You try to savor it as much as possible and not cum on his tongue after only a short while of him eating you out.

But of course, Jin is not having any of that and he pulls his tongue away and quickly replaces it with his long fingers.

One finger enters you and you feel your eyes flutter closed at the sensation.

You snap your eyes open when he delivers a harsh slap to your thigh and you stare down at him in shock.

“I only had one rule princess. Come on now keep those pretty eyes open for me. Watch how good I make you feel.” He demands as you steel yourself and try your best to keep your eyes locked on your reflection.

Something about watching yourself get pleasured is super erotic. You've never watched yourself have sex but seeing your nipples tighten, seeing how your body shakes when he curls a finger deep inside and adds his mouth to your clit which has you moaning and grinding your pussy on his face is super erotic and bringing you close to release.

“Jin. Fuck. Close. So close.” You cry out as your hands tangle in his hair and he adds in another finger and begins to scissor them, stretching you out as his tongue laps at everything your body is giving him.

Your toes curl against the tile floor and you cry out his name as you cum. You arch your pussy into his face and try your best to keep your eyes open as you ride out your high.

One hand is gripping his hair the other is gripping the sink and your legs shake uncontrollably when you realize he is not stopping.

“Jin.” You pant out, voice shaky and fucked out as he removes his hands but is still lapping at your clit at lightning speed.

“Too-mu-much Jin, please. Fuck.” You beg out as you stare at him in awe. He is not stopping and you can already feel the overstimulation take over as your legs shake violently.

You are on fire and you try warning him that it's too much. That you cannot handle another orgasm but the words are punched out of you when another orgasm steamrolls its way through your body.

Your eyes close as you ride his face and he pulls you even closer to him as he laps and sucks at your dripping core, cleaning up all of your desire.

Your hand leaves his hair to grip at the counter for dear life and you slump down pressing your naked torso against it and try your best to calm your breathing.

Your legs are shaky and unstable as Jin gets up from the floor to hold you steady as you come down from your high.

Once you feel stable you open your eyes to peer at him and you whine when you see your arousal coating his plump pink lips. He grins at you and releases your body as he works his belt open and pulls his pants down.

His boxers are dark blue but you can still see a pre-cum stain on the front as he pulls them down and lets his hard cock slap up against his abdomen.

“You gotta. You gotta give me a minute.” You pant out as you watch his hand circle his cock and lazily pump it.

“That was so hot.” He said as he continued to pump his cock and watch you through the mirror.

His hair was sweaty and pushed back, his eyes were wide and dark with arousal and his lips were pink and glossy from your cum.

And his cock

God his cock.

Standing hard and proud in his hand as he jerked himself slowly, thumb flicking over the head to smear pre-cum down the shaft.

He was beautiful.

“Gotta warn a girl before you make her cum twice.” You tease as he comes to stand next to you and you swat his hand away.

You circle his cock with your own hand and copy the movements he was doing earlier.

His dark eyes flutter closed when you rub your thumb over the slit and you squeeze his cock a little harder which has him groaning.

“Keep your eyes open Jin. Don't you wanna see how pretty you look when you cum?” You tease as his eyes open and he glares at you through the mirror.

“Smart mouth huh? I should put it to good use and shut you up.” He utters which has you pumping his cock harder.

“I mean if you want me to suck your cock you could just ask. Use your words.” You mock as he swats your hand away and steps behind you, pressing his hard cock against your ass.

“I'd rather cum in your pussy than cum in your mouth.” He says.

“Then do it.” You goad as you arch back pushing your ass into his cock teasingly.

Just as he is about to reach for his pants you move to the side to slide open the cupboard that is above your toilet. Mostly it has medicine and some everyday makeup products but you also keep condoms in there just in case.

His eyebrows raise in surprise when you hand him the foil packet and he opens it and rolls the condom down his hard cock with ease.

He positions the tip of his cock at your entrance and you whine as he runs it up and down your slit.

“Jin don't tease.” You beg as his free hand comes up to squeeze at your breast again.

He doesn't respond, instead, he continues to tease at your slit with the head of his cock, soaking it in your juices and making you whine and push your hips back, trying to get him to enter you.

“Jin I swear to god.” You threaten as he laughs at your impatience and finally slips himself inside.

The stretch is tight and he takes his time inching into you until his torso is flush against your back and you both are panting hard, staring at your reflections.

“Fuck Jin.” You whine as you bow forward head hanging low as you take deep breaths to try to calm down the sting.

Slowly he brings a hand up to your left shoulder and pushes on it so you are forced to lean back into his body, your head thrown back so it rests on his shoulder as you open your eyes to see him staring at you in absolute awe.

“Relax around me, princess. That's it.” He praises you as he draws patterns on your bare skin and kisses your shoulders.

“God you are so beautiful. Keep those eyes open for me. Want you to see how good you look when you take my cock.” He mutters as you very slowly start to push back on his cock to move him inside of you.

“And you're....fuck... Jin.” You moan out as he starts to shallowly thrust inside of you. His hands come to rest on your hips for support as he takes his time with you, letting you adjust to his cock.

“Handsome? Yeah, I know.” He teases with a sly grin as you roll your eyes at him.

“Is that why you wanted to fuck in front of a mirror. So you could stare at yourself?” You say as you shoot your hips back to keep in time with his shallow thrusts.

“Nah I wanted to stare at you. My reflection is just an added bonus.” He responds as you smack his arm and laugh.

“There you go princess your relaxing against me.” He says as his thrusts start to pick up the pace and you whine and feel your eyes start to roll in the back of your head.

“Jin. Please just fuck me.” You beg out feeling the uncomfortable stretch be replaced by slow delicious pleasure.

He looks at you in the mirror and you nod before he grips your hips and fucks up into you.

You whine out as he starts to build at a steady pace. The sound of slapping skin echoes in the bathroom and you push back in time to meet his thrusts.

“God your pussy is so good.” He grits out as he angles his hips and hits that spot inside of you that has you crying out his name and fluttering your eyes closed at the sensation.

“Eyes open love.” He demands that it takes everything in you to open your eyes and stare at yourself in the mirror.

His cock is fucking into you and hitting your g-spot with every thrust. It's not long before you feel the coil of pleasure starts to build again. Your hand grips the counter and you can see the faint blush on your chest and cheeks as he fucks up into you.

Jin looks so beautiful behind you. His body is covered in a sheen of sweat and his hair is pushed back from his forehead. His lips are bitten in concentration and his hands are holding your hips roughly as he picks the pace.

“Fuck.” You cry out when you feel his free hand come down to smack your ass. He starts to fuck into you harder spurred on by your moans and whines.

“Please Jin fuck.” You cry out not even sure what you are begging for as you feel yourself get closer and closer to the edge.

He must understand because one arm wraps around your chest and pulls you back into him so your bodies are flushed together once more, and the other hand snakes down between your legs to find your clit.

You cry out when he circles your clit with his skilled fingers and you are grateful he is holding you tight against him because you are so sure if you were to stand on your own you would fall to the floor.

“God baby you're squeezing me so tight. Gonna cum soon? Cum around my cock like a good princess?” He asks as you cry out and feel arousal shoot through your body at an alarming pace.

Your body is on fire with need and when he pinches your clit between two deft fingers you lose it. You throw your head back and cry out his name as you cum around his hard cock. You try your best to keep your eyes open and watch as you come undone around him.

Sweet whines and moans fall from your lips as he continues to pump inside you as your walls flutter around his cock and squeeze him.

“C-Close.” He groans out and you can hardly hear him over the blood pounding in your ears he grabs your hips and starts to fuck up into you at a wild pace which has you moaning and whining his name, not long after you feel him twitch inside of you and cum hard inside the condom.

The feeling alone has your toes curling against the floor and you gasping as Jin rides out his high with his face pushed into your back and small pants and whines leaving his plush parted lips.

How long you both stood there you weren't sure, his arms were still wrapped around you holding you upright and the room reeked of sex and desire as you both waited for your breathing to even out.

After a short while he pulled his already softening cock out of you and disposed of the condom in your garbage pail.

You stared at him through the reflection and smiled shyly as you both reached for your clothes.

You dressed in silence letting the euphoria wash over you both and once you were dressed you were walking him to the door.

He put on his shoes and grabbed his coat and you smiled up at him. He pulled you in for a soft and slow kiss which had your heart once again racing.

Gone was the fiery need and desire and instead this kiss was slow and sweet. He took his time exploring your lips as if it was the first time you both were kissing and that thought alone had you smiling against his mouth.

He pulled away and grinned down at you, a cute pink flush covering his cheeks.

“Thank you for dinner.” You said to him softly.

“Thank you for...well thank you. That was...wow.” He replied running a hand through his hair and pressing another kiss to your cheek.

His phone vibrated in his pocket as he pulled away and he smiled at you.

“That's my ride the driver must already be here.” He said softly.

You nodded as he gave you another soft kiss and promised to text you again.

When you woke up the next morning you were convinced the whole thing was a dream, the only proof of it happening was the ache between your legs and the dress that was pooled on your bedroom floor because, after your night with Jin, you were too tired to properly hang it up.

You got ready for work and just as you were about to leave someone knocked on your door.

Confused you answered it to see the mailman standing there with a package for you to sign. It was a box, a large box.

“I didn't order anything?” You said in absolute confusion as the man double-checked the address and handed you the box.

You closed the door and set it down on the counter. You grabbed for the kitchen scissors to open the box and when you did you laughed in surprise.

The box was full, and I mean full of RJ memorabilia.

A note was taped to the top of the box which made you shake your head and grin.

Found something better to replace that tata on your couch. Thank you for last night- Jin. 

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[bitterie-sweetie]

Heyyy! If you’re open for requests, there’s this TikTok that I saw where a pregnant lady had her husband lift her heavy belly for a few minutes and it gave her some relief. I somehow could see Mingyu do that. His wife having a hard time getting used to her growth and him trying his best to help her 🫠🫠🫠

baby ⇢ mingyu x reader, 1k, fluff, domestic au ⇢ warnings: pregnancy, "baby" as a term of endearment, mingyu being his usually sweet self (mostly), established relationship

"This is all your fault, you know."

At the sharp tone of your words, Mingyu looks up from his phone. 

"This," you gesture at yourself, at the unmistakable way your stomach now protrudes, a little larger each day as time creeps closer to your due date. "This baby is already huge and we're not even halfway there. It's all your fault, Kim Mingyu. You and your—your stupidly big bones and your long limbs and your giant frame and, and—" 

It's another empty complaint, that's all. Lately that's been much of what comes out of your mouth the moment your sore feet touch the floor, having to support your new weight, and when you're rushing to the bathroom again after just having left it. And when you hear Mingyu's mom lament about how heavy he was at birth, you don't even want to think about how the next few months are going to go. 

This pregnancy is both a blessing and a curse.

You get up from your chair, eager to crawl into bed and let sleep magically melt away your problems if it comes at all tonight. But before you can take a single step, Mingyu is there. It takes him two steps to cross the room and come to your side, and while he usually wears a big smile whenever he looks your way, now it's been completely replaced with a frown. A solemn expression.

"I'm sorry, baby," he says softly, gingerly pulling you into a hug. 

"W-what? What are you apologizing for?"

"All of it."

You take a step back and try to wiggle out of his arms so you can properly read his expression. "Hey, I was just joking—"

"Y/N," he says, shaking his head as he loosens his arms, "it's hard going through all this alone. You know I would help if I could." 

He's being genuine—that much you can see, but that makes you all the more concerned. Is there something going on? What does he mean? So much of your attention has been focused on preparing for the baby ever since finding out the good news that you hardly had a moment to stop and consider his feelings in all of this, and for a second your heart drops at the thought that there might be something wrong. 

Mingyu's never been one to hide anything though. He always wears his heart on his sleeve and speaks without a filter—which is only a bad thing when he showers you with overly cheesy compliments—and even now, one look in his eyes tells you exactly what you want to know. You can see the excitement floating in his eyes, the absolute adoration at the start of this new chapter in your lives, the nerves of being a parent for the first time. 

But also mixed in there is a ton of guilt. 

While none of it is his fault, you can tell that he's feeling the immense guilt of watching you suffer to bring a child into this world while he is, well, still very much his regular self. 

"Mingyu, you are helping. You've been doing all the cooking and running around to get me whatever I'm craving, which has been a lot these days. You set up the baby's room all on your own, and then there are your massages—I'm going to get so used to having this luxury that I'll be asking for them even after all this." 

His frown only deepens. "Baby, that's not enough. I hate seeing you in pain and being unable to do anything about it. I wish I could take it from you." 

"Hey, look at me." You heave a sigh, reaching to take his face between your hands. "I'm fine, Mingyu. You know how strong I am, right? I can handle it. In fact, you should worry more about what this kid might do in the future."

"Knowing the two of us, that's probably true." He wavers for a second before a smile starts to creep onto his face, but he holds it back, almost shyly. "Y/N, can I try something?"

"Like what?"

Mingyu steps closer until the space between you diminishes, leaving only your belly pressed against his. Then in one motion, he takes his hands and carefully places them under your belly, and then lifts. 

"Does this help at all?" he asks, face gleaming with tentative hope.

You slowly relax into his hands and take notice of how everything shifts. The weight pressing on your bladder is alleviated immediately, and your sore lower back feels much better. Even your feet aren't quite as in pain as before. "Yeah, actually. This helps a lot. Thank you, baby." 

"Good. Then I'll do this for you all day." Then he nuzzles even closer to you, burying his face in the crook of your neck as you wrap your arms around him as much as you can. There's still too much space between you with the baby in the way, but when you close your eyes and listen to the sound of Mingyu's steady breaths, it's enough to spread a warmth in your heart that takes you back to the early days of your relationship. 

"Hey, Y/N?" Mingyu pulls back slightly to look at you.

"Hmm?"

"Do you really think we should be worrying about how our kid might turn out? What they might be like?" 

You study him, looking beyond the spark of anxiety in his eyes. "Well, yeah, but they'll be fine. Trust me, if they have your genes, they'll basically be perfect already. You were a perfect kid." 

"I guess I kind of was." He stays still for a moment, but when he meets your eyes again, there's a mischievous smile threatening to creep across his lips. "Yeah, see, I wasn't exactly worried that the kid might turn out like me." 

"Hey, Kim Mingyu!"

#mingyu imagines #mingyu scenarios #mingyu x reader #my fic #ok i know you sent this in may....... OTL #srry this took forever anon 😭 you prob thought it wasn't gonna see the light of day #which is half true bc it's just that.... i was going to turn this down at first #bc i'm not a fan of domestic aus and esp not pregnancy aus 😅 #but then... it's kim mingyu... and like #idk what it is about him but surprisingly i actually had this idea come to mind? #so it was a great writing challenge!! #well anyway!! uhhhh if ur still around i hope you like it :')

[autisticlancemcclain]

part one

“Guys,” a soft voice interrupted, and Keith could’ve collapsed with relief. The castle has been flipped sideways during the fall, floor suddenly now 90 degrees, and standing at the side of the control board, now the very high top, was Lance. For whatever reason he had climbed it while they bickered, and now stood very still, gloved hand pressed to the glass of the windshield. Blood trickled from his temple, tracing a line down the side of his face, disappearing in the neckline of his armour. “We got company.”

Shifting gears – Keith was about to tear him a new one, when Shiro says sound off you sound off – but froze when he looked out the window, following Lance’s gaze.

Marching towards them, in numbers Keith couldn’t pretend to count, was an army.

— — —

“Well,” said Hunk, holding Allura in both arms, “that looks bad.”

Shiro snorted. “Thank you, Hunk.”

“Anytime.”

Keith wanted to snap at them both. What time was it to laugh? They were injured, mostly defenseless, castle crashed. The Lions still sat, unusable, in their hangers. Hopefully they were okay, but it wasn’t like anyone could go check. Keith could barely even feel Red’s presence in the back of his mind – that stupid new Empire toy had drained them. It was frightening. And Hunk and Shiro were making jokes?

But Keith couldn’t find the words to chew them out. Instead, his voice was caught in his throat as he looked on the slowly advancing army with wide eyes and tense shoulders.

The advancing army was…trees.

That’s what it looked like, anyways. Rows and rows of rough bark and quietly swaying leaves, advancing in formation. A large black bird flew, cawing, above them. Keith tried not to think about omens. 

“Did a forest come to life?” Pidge muttered, squinting. Keith was relieved she was seeing the same thing. Keith has been in space a long time, at this point, but this was like nothing he had ever seen before. This didn’t look like a people in any way he understood. They were alive, surely, their movements organic in fluid in a way non-living things couldn’t quite manage, but his eyes were not deceiving him, and in front of him was a bunch of moving trees. As he watched, they advanced slightly further, stopped, and froze. 

And then, slowly, they morphed. 

Out of the bark, people seemed to…melt? Was that the right word? The trees planted themselves on the beach as if they’d always been there, as if the giant ocean was simply a lake beside a forest, and the bark of each plant seemed to shimmer, to shift. Humanoid figures took form, with skin like wood and hair like moss and leaves, eyes dark and old and knowing. Little saplings hid behind the sweeping dirt skirts of giant, older trees, giggling amongst themselves. Tiny droplets of water shined in dots on dozens of brown faces, glittering on brows and lips and noses like diamond piercings. Vines wreathed around torsos like tailored clothing. 

Above them, Lance gasped. It was a quick, near-silent sound, one Keith only noticed because he was watching Lance from his peripherals anyway. 

“Dryads,” he whispered, unmistakably excited, and before anyone could get so much as a word in he scrambled down the control board, careened down the bridge, and sprinted his way out the exit. 

“No, what are you – Lance!” Hunk shouted, the first to react. He handed a still-unconscious Allura off to Coran, who took her with a wide-eyed, confused expression. 

“Number Two, what is –”

“I am going to burn your Percy Jackson books,” Hunk seethed, already stomping out after Lance. He scooped up his blue helmet on his way and shook it at the door. “You hear me, Leandro? Burn them! Head outta the clouds, that’s an army!”

Keith was quick to follow. The rest of the team fell in step behind him, jogging after Lance. 

Outside was…well, it startled him. 

He’d seen it on the way down, of course. But he hadn’t been focused, really, hadn’t taken the time to map it past what the air currents felt like, past a safe (ish) place to land. The beauty of it now knocked the breath out of him. The ocean was almost crystalline, it was so clear and blue. Keith could smell it even through his helmet, the salt, the sea, and something Keith couldn’t recognise. Every rock on the seashore shone in the bright golden sun, glittering like encrusted jewellery. Down the beach, where the rocks gave way to beach, the sand was bright brilliant white; hard, actually, to look at. On Keith’s other side was a rolling, sage green meadow, peppered with wildflowers so familiar Keith almost felt he could name them. He saw dozens of fruit trees, all different kinds, so ripe and rich his mouth watered. He was nowhere near enough to smell them, but the fruits were so plump and colourful that every instinct curled up in every corner in his head begged him to gorge himself to coma. Even the army in front of him, the rows and rows of stern tree warriors – dryads, Lance had called them – couldn’t stir wariness in Keith’s heart. His shoulders relaxed without his say-so.

One of the warriors stepped forth. She was wide-set, tall, and the ground trembled with every step. Her eyes were dark as murky green pond depths. Deep gauges lined her face, most from the pattern of the bark that made up her skin, but many that disrupted the pattern; rough, torn scars, one right through her right eye. 

“State your business,” she said, voice rough as sandpaper. 

No one said anything. The awe Keith felt was reflected in his friends, wonder rendering them mute.

“You’re dryads,” said Lance softly. He stepped forward, Hunk’s hand falling from his shoulder. “Tree spirits.”

The tree-woman nodded. “If that’s what your people call us, child. Here, we’re Aegians, Last Guardians of Marmaro. And we ask again – name yourselves.”

Her army raised their weapons as she spoke. Sharp, pointed weapons, some of hardened stone, some of crystal and marble, some of the same wood that made up their flesh. One even had shards of metal attached to a complicated string of vine. 

“We are Paladins of Voltron,” Shiro said, finally, hands held up in peace. He moved slowly up from next to Pidge, eyes never leaving the Aegian leader, until he finally stood in front of her, arm loosely circling Lance’s elbow, tugging him gently back. “We come in peace. Our ship was attacked by the Galran Empire, and we barely made it out intact. We apologise for any damage.”

“I’m not sure ‘intact’ is the right word,” murmured the Aegian leader, glancing quickly at their smoking ship, “but regardless. You are here now.  I am Dryope, and I grant you asylum, as is my birthright.” She said the name like dry-oh-pay, but with a lilt to her vowels Keith couldn’t replicate even in his own head. 

Dryope stood to her full height – which, ho-lee – and struck her staff twice on the rock on which she stood. Immediately, the army fell back, weapons sheathed, postures loosened. 

“Aegians!” she called, and every single tree-warrior stood to attention. “The Paladins of Voltron have come to us. We shall extend our hospitality to them, as dictated in the Ancient Laws.” She turned to them for a moment, contemplating. “Seven households come forward. Our guests are to be fed, clothed, and cared for. Who shall claim the honour?”

Keith exchanged a look with Hunk, shifting uncomfortably. Seven households? They were in no position to complain, but on all the planets they’ve visited before, they’ve never been housed separately. To speak up would surely insult their hosts – but was it safe to split up? They were injured and exhausted – if their hosts proved malevolent, they would be almost powerless individually. Allura was still out, Lance for sure had a head injury, Keith was, now that he noticed, breathing laboriously. A quick glance beside him revealed an odd angle to Pidge’s wrist, probably sprained, and Hunk shifted every couple of seconds like he could not stand comfortably. Shiro favoured his left leg. Only Coran stood tall and strong, Allura held protectively in his arms – but Keith knew better. (He will never, as long as he lives, forget the way the man collapsed, ashen and unresponsive, right at his spot at the castle’s controls. The rest of them had just been deemed healthy enough to fight again after falling ill to Deadman’s Spots, fevered and covered in sores and wasting away. Only Coran had been spared – or so they thought. They had almost lost him.) Coran could have a shard of bone sticking out of his leg and none of them would know. 

They could not afford to refuse the help.

The gathered army rippled and shifted as people answered Dryope’s call. One by one more Aegians pushed their way to the front, until seven stood just behind their leader, shoulder to shoulder, chins raised proudly.

“We have space for the injured girl,” spoke the first Aegian. She stepped forward, and she didn’t look like a warrior at all – the smile on her face was soft and welcoming. She was much stouter than Dryope, and and her eyes held the same maternal kindness that Shiro’s often did, deep and black and understanding. The lined pattern that made up her bark was softer, lining her face like smile lines. Thousands of branches twisted and grew out of her waist, resembling the tangled roots of the biggest tree in the forest. Clinging to her branch-skirt were at least four little saplings, young and reedy, peeking their wide eyes out behind their mama’s hips. She smiled wider, hands outstretched, and Keith had to stop himself from walking into them himself.

“Yes,” said Dryope, nodding at her. Her face went oddly soft, smiling at the maternal woman. When she turned back to face the team, her face morphed back into its impassive expression. “Paladins, Rhea and her family will house your injured girl. She will be well cared for – Rhea has nursed and watched many in her time.”

“Come,” beckoned Rhea, almost interrupting Dryope. The leader didn’t seem to mind. “Bring her to me, she must be laid comfortably.”

Coran walked forward, handing Allura to her gently. It spoke volumes to her character that Coran approached her at all, let alone that he pressed a quiet kiss to his charge’s forehead and stepped away. 

“She is only tired,” he said softly. “Not injured. She needs rest, and perhaps food.”

“I will see to it. Come, children.” With a sweep of her skirts echoing like a bamboo broom, she walked back through the ranks, saplings clinging to her back like baby monkeys.

Next, an elderly man stepped forward. He was hunched, gnarled fingers curled around the haft of a sharp wooden trident that resembled Dryope’s staff. Despite his limp, he walked with dignity, and when he lifted his chin to face Coran, his eyes were bright.

“Have you space, Father?” murmured Dryope.

He nodded. “Always.” 

Using his trident as a walking stick, he strode toward Coran, standing beside him. Coran, ever the diplomat, smiled slightly, and began speaking with him too quietly for Keith to hear. Both men, he noticed, seemed to stand the same way, although he couldn’t explain what that meant. It was just – vibes, he supposed. An energy.

“By the Sky, Mother, how long is this going to take?”

Startled by the abrupt change in tone, Keith jumped, turning towards the man who spoke. He was taller than anyone on the team, although shorter than most of the other Aegians, and covered himself with leaves that looked deliberately sewn rather than grown. His smile was wide and white and what Keith could only describe as shark-like. 

But what was most striking was his skin. The dark lines of patterns that covered it had Keith thinking he was as Aegian as the rest of them, made of tree bark, but then he blinked and realised – they were merely marks, or tattoos. Unlike the rest of the Aegians, this man had skin, this man was – 

Lance gasped. “You’re — human!” 

“Half,” the man corrected, chuckling. He swept forward and delicately grabbed Lance’s hand in one of his, pressing a kiss just above his wrist. Lance blushed up to his hairline. “My name is Peitho. I was born here, on Aegis. My father was a lost human explorer. I have never been to earth. But human genes…” He looked Lance up and down, grinning charmingly. “I’ve always felt they’re very dominant.” 

Lance, obviously pleased with the attention, warmed up quick. He walked over, reaching up to brush the hair out of Peitho’s eyes, touch lingering. Like they were friends or something. Keith ground his teeth so hard you could hear it from the ship’s smoking engine room. 

“I thought…I‘ve never seen a human in space. I thought we were alone, up here.” 

Peitho laughed, full-bodied and bright, like the sound of a smoothly rumbling engine. His handsome face creased lightly as he laughed, emphasizing newly-formed smile lines, which only made him more beautiful, not less. Lance smiled widely along with him. “Oh, my dear,” he said, turning that charming grin full blast on Lance, “you are never alone.”

Keith thought his jaw might crack. What a sleazeball. No wonder Lance liked him so much.

“The introductions need not drag on,” Peitho said grandly, sweeping his arm out like he was in charge or something. His other arm was around Lance’s shoulders. “Akeso, Dysnomia, Elatreus, meet with your paladins. They are hungry, and likely tired from travel. The sooner we have them rested, the sooner they can partake in our welcoming festivities. Right, Mother?”

Dryope nodded, looking a mix of annoyed and amused. “Yes, you embodiment of impertinence.”

As ordered by the embodiment of impertinence, three Aegians stepped forward. The first – who must be Akeso, a tall, reedy person with willowy locs falling to their shoulders, who held no weapon – approached Shiro, nodding tersely. Keith felt his brother match the terseness, stiffening. 

(Internally, Keith winced – could his brother not get someone who smiled, maybe? Akeso was probably fine, but, yeesh. There was once a time when Shiro laughed more than anyone else Keith knew. Sometimes maniacally, on two hours of sleep. But he heard it so rarely now.)

The second Aegian, Dysnomia, approached Pidge. Like the Green Paladin, she was short as shit. Keith met his friends eyes and snickered at her. The murderous look he got would make him more nervous if he, as Lance so often liked to gripe, had a bone of impulse control in his body. (Rich coming from him, but. Whatever. It wasn’t like Keith could argue.) The third, Elatreus, was absolutely, one hundred percent, the coolest Aegian Keith had seen so far. Holding an intricately crafted crossbow and with a shoulder width approximately the size of a small mountain, he lumbered over to Hunk. He held out his fist. Hunk wasted no time bumping with his own. Keith would be jealous if Hunk didn’t deserve it so bad. 

“Oh,” said Peitho, after a moment. “Of course, there is one more. Ares!” He gestured with half as much enthusiasm at Keith. “Your guest.”

Keith stilled. From behind Dryope, the last Aegian host stepped forward. His pale, papery bark was gnarled and scared, bulky, and – stained, it looked like, all the way up the arms. His face was more impassive that Dryope’s, expressionless, except for the slightest of sneers. Resting on one shoulder was a massive club, three times the size of Keith’s head at its tip. Like his host’s arms, it was stained. 

Keith forced himself to meet his stare. His host had eyes red as pomegranates – well. Eye.  The right side of his face, like the rest of the Aegians, was humanoid. The left side looked like it had – looked like someone had clawed out his eye, leaving a gaping, half-healed knot of a scar. 

Ares.

Keith wasn’t familiar with a lot of myths. But he knew what namesake his Aegian host bore – Ares, god of war, god of pain, god of hardened warriors and battlefield and bloodshed.

Fitting, hissed a voice in his mind. Keith curled his fists and ignored it.

“Paladin,” nodded Ares, taking his place next to him.

Keith swallowed. “Ares.”

“That, I believe, is everyone,” said Dryope. “Paladins, please follow your hosts. They will bring you to their homes and ensure you have somewhere to rest. At sundown, we shall reconvene at the hearth, eat, and make merry. Please –” she spread her hands, “enjoy our island. I will see you all shortly.”

She cracked her staff once on the ground. Immediately, her army parted for her, following her in formation once she marched through. Many of them returned to their tree form. It was still strange to watch. 

Keith jumped as a hand reached out and squeezed his shoulder. Shiro smiled slightly at him, squeezing again before letting go. 

“See you soon, kiddo.”

He followed his host, leaving Keith to realise he was the last still gathered in the shadow of their crashed castle. The eyeless Aegian stood next to him, hands resting on his club, watching him curiously. 

Keith cleared his throat. “Um, we can go.”

The Aegian continued to stare. Keith shifted uncomfortably, fighting the urge to draw his bayard. That would certainly not help. Things were precarious enough. 

“You do not trust us,” his host observed. His one remaining eye was unblinking, holding Keith’s stare until his own eyes burned and he had to blink.

“No,” Keith admitted. It wasn’t that he was scared of the Aegians, per se, but he was wary of them in the same way he was wary of the Blades of Marmora. He recognised their strength, their power, and knew from the way Dryope stood that she was keeping a lot of information to herself. Any group that kept secrets was impossible to trust, at least by Keith’s standards. He suddenly wished he had been paying attention enough to watch Pidge, Lance, and Hunk leave with their hosts, to make sure they were armed. 

His host shrugged. “Wise, probably. I would have no trust in your position.”

He started to walk over the rocks, and Keith followed. It was no accident that the Aegian kept Keith on a diagonal to him, visible from his right side. Keith did his best to keep himself in his line of sight. 

“You wouldn’t?”

“Do I look like I would?”

“I don’t know how to answer that diplomatically.”

To Keith’s great surprise, his host huffed a laugh. A slight smile upturned Keith’s own lips.

“Fair.”

They walked the rest of the way in silence. Off the beach and across the meadow, in a deep, round valley, there was a sprawling village. Small, large-bricked buildings dotted hills and lay nestled at the edge of small farms. Dead centre of the valley was a giant fire pit, gently lit, and surrounding it in a perfect circle were several larger buildings in the same style. Keith recognised many of the buildings as temples. 

“This way,” Keith’s host said, beckoning him forward. He turned off the main path and walked along the edge of the hill. Keith teetered after him, trying desperately to keep his balance. He was reminded how hard it was to breathe with bruising around his ribcage, how tired he was. But he kept his mouth clenched tightly closed, unwilling to look weak. 

They walked far past the centre circle, past outer circles, past even the farthest of farmhouses. In crossing one of them, the man stopped, Keith nearly walking right into him, and waited for several moments. He bent over as a tiny little boar came galloping to the edge of the fence on runty little legs, smiling as he scratched the thing between its tusks. Keith couldn’t help but notice the blood covering the sharp, portraying bones, as if the animal had just recently hunted. 

“Hey, Kyknos. Good to see you.”

He pet the boar for a few more minutes, then wordlessly started walking again. Keith had to jog to keep up, tired from the hike so far.

“That, uh, your pet?”

“No.”

Keith waited. No more information came forth. 

“Oo-kay, then.”

There was a Lance in his head that was laughing at him, bringing up every one-word answer of Keith’s that had frustrated the Blue Paladin to twitching eyes. Keith scowled.

Finally, the host stopped at a house. Keith felt he would nearly faint with relief, beyond ready to lay down his head, wariness or not. 

“This your place?” Keith asked, panting.

His host raised his eyebrow, pushing open the door.

“No,” he deadpanned, “this is my annoying neighbour’s house. He’s on holidays. I’m staying here and using all his things to take revenge for hours of small talk.”

“Oh,” Keith replied, impressed. “Cool.” He’ll have to do that next time Lance is on a solo mission. 

“No, I’m – I’m kidding, Paladin.”

“Oh,” Keith repeated, disappointed. “Less cool.”

“Just – get in the house.”

Keith didn’t argue. He followed his host into the small building, nodded as he was pointed to a guest room, and passed out the second his head hit the straw-stuffed pillow.

— — —

part three

#I AM SO OBSESSED WITH THIS STORY YALL IVE BEEN RESEARCHING ALL DAY #i wrote CHARACTER SHEETS!!! I HAVE NEVER DONE THAT IN MY LIFE!! #vld #voltron #keith #keith kogane #klance #pre klance #pining keith #lance #lance mcclain #pining lance #mutual pining #rivals to lovers #canon divergence #blue paladin lance #red paladin keith #protective keith #team as family #original characters #longpost #my writing #fic #jealous keith #aegis au

[fishysaltine]

Odd internet discourse but I absolutely think every single of the main NPC’s would peel and orange for TAV/Durge, mostly depending on relationship status.

Wyll would peel an orange for you if he didn’t know you, he’s the Blade of the Frontiers!!! Peeling an orange for someone, let alone his friend or lover with probably a breath of relief from killing goblins/giant bats/gnolls. And he’d be a good orange peeler too. He’d even probably break it down perfectly into the little slices too. He kind of gets a hiccup when Mizora transforms him but he quickly figures out how to put his new claws to use and uses them to cut the peel even better like one of those fancy orange peelers.

Gale probably wouldn’t peel an orange for someone if they were some stranger on the street, but most definitely if you’re his friend or beyond. But if you’re his lover he’d probably make you a magic orange tree that gives you perfectly peeled oranges whenever you want them, mostly bc he’s not the best at peeling oranges (the skin is too tight for him, ok???) and everything HAS to be perfect for his Tav/Durge. God Gale would just be like “you’re just not ambitious enough try harder”, give you a thumbs up, and fuck off.

Karach would totally peel and orange for her bestie, and most definitely for her Tav/Durge. The thing is she’d totally suck at it. I imagine she just bites the peel to get it loose, but then her claws would just cut into the orange and get juice all over her hands (and in her eye), and it’d be a totally fucked up orange BUT she would do her best and yk what? She can just squish it and make Tav/Durge orange juice. (Plus Tav/Durge can lick it off her hands so who’s complaining rlly)

Shadowheart would only peel an orange for you if you were her BEST friend/lover and also if she’s a Selunite. Yk Shar has some sacred law about oranges being some weird metaphor for emotions and she won’t stand for that as a Sharran. She would look at Tav/Durge with that incredulous “okay…?” Look she does and that tone she has when she thinks her dearest is being silly/stupid, but she would do it. She would also be a decent peeler I imagine, but she would leave those annoying white strands on it just to kind of piss Tav/durge off.

Lae’zel would peel an orange depending on how you approach her. I think she’d have to see you peeling an orange first, get curious about it, and eventually break down and ask “wtf is that?” And Tav/Durge has to show her how to peel and orange. Then it becomes some like wild competition to her, especially if you romance her and give her a peeled orange once. Then she just starts peeling oranges and is absolutely awful at it and then gets angry that she’s not good at peeling oranges. So in the end she’ll probably take your orange, peel it for you, go like “chck, see? This is how a true warrior peels an orange.” Just to show off how goddamn good she is at peeling oranges, then give it back. And in the end she is crazy good at peeling oranges. (I imagine Tav/Durge and Lae’zel peeling oranges, then exchanging them while waiting for a sunrise. I also imagine Lae’zel likes the citrusy taste, but not how sticky it is.)

Astarion would only peel an orange for you only if you’re his lover. People who don’t think he would have never seen him interact with Durge or Half-illithid Tav (heavy on Durge in their entirety). And I don’t mean this in a “omg he’s my Prince Charming” I mean it in a way of like, a silent act of service. He would peel an orange for a romanced Tav in Act 3. He’d probably look at you weird, but he’d peel it, being anxious and snarky the whole time (bc let’s be real this man has probably never in his 240ish years of life, peeled an orange. Probably makes a note about how “CAZAdor never had USE for ORANGES”). But he would peel it, and complain about his nails and clothes in that whiny tone that he has when he really doesn’t mind, he’d just taking the piss out of you because you’re an adult and can technically do it yourself. But he gets the point. Kind of. Non-ascended epilogue Astarion is the one who gets it, and isn’t as snarky about doing it as Act 3 Astarion.

Ascended Astarion would peel oranges for Tav/Durge only after they beg him too, he wants/needs to see them pathetic before he entertains the thought of being anything for them just for them. He would also be super manipulative and bitchy about it like “oooohhh look at what I do for you, darling. You owe me so such, my pretty little consort. I treat you sooo well, don’t I?” The whole works.

P.S. Halsin would peel an orange for anyone who asks, and I imagine he’s good at it. He’s Archdruid, which means he gets a +10 to fruit checks. And oranges he peels also just always taste the best too. It’s concerning how good they are.

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #gale dekarios #bg3 wyll #gale of waterdeep #shadowheart #lae’zel #astarion #halsin #karlach bg3 #karlach #my silly silly thoughts #my writing #I saw people talking about this and I felt like I needed to sacrifice my piece #I think people underestimate how much these characters adore Tav/Durge

[neonghostlights]

Fuckboy!werewolf!Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Stalker-ish behavior (Eddie means well), Eddie is a fuckboy (well, he's on the track to being reformed), If I missed any warnings please let me know, 18 + only, minors DNI

Wordcount: 2.7k

Previous chapter

It had been a week since you almost hit the giant wolf with your car. 

You didn’t tell anyone about it, mainly because there wasn’t anyone that would believe you. And partially because there wasn’t anyone in your life to tell. 

You almost didn’t believe yourself. You thought about that moment over and over again, replaying it on a loop in your head. Maybe you had just been really tired and hallucinated. Or maybe it was one of those intensely weird dreams that your brain tricks you into thinking is a memory. 

Either way  you were keeping it to yourself. 

Jessie and Tina had gone back to their normal selves and by normal you meant keeping mostly to themselves and only really talking to you when it had to do with work. The weirdness of the other day disappeared after a few shifts together. It was honestly a massive relief. You’d hate to have to find a new job when you liked this one so much already. 

It was a sunny day in Hawkins. The grass around your trailer had sprouted drastically with the rain and you knew you’d have to mow it some time soon with the ancient mower that was in the backyard shed. Hopefully it would be the only time you had to do it since fall was coming soon. 

It wasn’t a task that you were looking forward to. You would rather spend all of your time in the house than sweating in your yard for hours. 

You were on your thirty minute break when you heard the bell ding on the door at the front of the store. You took an unbothered bite of your sandwich, knowing that Tina and Jessie could help whoever came in. 

The breakroom was drabby compared to the rest of the store. The harsh fluorescents were a sharp contrast compared to the dim lamp lighting in the rest of the building. If it was possible, you’d much rather eat your lunch curled up in one of the arm chairs out on the floor for customers to sit in while they looked through the books they wanted to buy. 

If you had the money you would build yourself your own personal library that looked just like this place. 

You stared down at the chipped blue polish of your nails, wondering if you would have the will to paint them when you got home when Jessie stuck her head through the break room door. 

You couldn’t tell what was going on but her expression was thunderous. You set your sandwich down, already halfway standing when she spoke. 

“Eddie Munson is here,” she announced, eyes locked on you. 

“Oh no. He’s not here to bother Tina is he? I can run out there so she can come back here and hide if she needs to-”

“He’s asking for you,” she cut you off with an accusatory tone. 

“Me?” You asked, pointing at yourself with the bitten half of your sandwich in confusion. 

She nodded, still staring at you as you stood fully. 

“I don’t even know him,” you explained as you followed her out the break room door. You felt like you needed to defend yourself, to prove that you had no part in whatever was going on. Maybe he had just said the wrong name, there was no way he knew yours.

You just wanted to eat your sandwich in peace. 

She made a noise between her tightly pressed lips, letting you know she heard you but didn’t believe you. 

“I like your lipgloss by the way,” you complimented her, trying to diffuse the tension. 

It wasn’t a lie. You really did like the lipgloss. It was sparkly. 

She acted like she didn’t hear you. Her eyes were focused straight ahead as she led you to the front counter. You could see Eddie Munsons back as he leaned away from the counter, facing the opposite direction. 

His hair was pulled back into a low bun. The back of his leather jacket stretched against him from where his arms were crossed against his chest. 

He must have heard you approaching because he turned around quickly as you got closer. His eyes found yours immediately and it made you shiver. 

You blamed the air conditioning. 

You looked at Tina who was behind the counter, pretending to be busy by flipping through the books stacked in a pile on the cart. You felt for her, it must be hard seeing your ex show up while you’re just trying to do your job. 

“Can I help you?” You asked as you got closer to him. Jessie went behind the counter and stood beside Tina but she didn’t pretend to be busy at all. You could feel her heated glare on your skin and it made you sweat. 

His form relaxed as he looked at you, almost like he was relieved to see you. You could hear the puff of air release from his chest as he exhaled. Eddie’s eyes traveled up and down you like  he was inspecting you and it made you self conscious. You crossed your arms against your chest to act as a shield from his gaze. 

He just continued to stare at you, dark eyes searing into your face. His eyes bounced around, like they couldn’t decide which of your features he wanted to focus on. He finally settled on your eyes, and the intensity was too much so you looked away at the counter to your right. 

“Can I help you, sir?” You asked again, tacking on the sir at the end to keep it extra professional. You couldn’t help the way your voice squeaked a little bit. 

“I’m Eddie,” he said, eyes still focused on yours. 

“I’ve heard,” you acknowledged, nodding along politely. “How can I help you?” 

“Can we talk? In private?” He asked, side eying Tina and Jessie as a shaking hand rubbed his chest lightly through his jacket. 

Your face screwed up in confusion. What could he possibly want to talk to you about? 

You looked over to Tina and Jessie for help. Both girls stared at you, Tina having abandoned her fake working to watch the interaction as well. You wanted them to step in, to tell him that you were busy or make up an excuse for you. You felt helpless and abandoned when neither of them did anything but stare at you with mixed expressions of anger and confusion. 

He must have seen the hesitation on your face. 

“It’s important,” he pressed. 

He seemed earnest, and also a little stressed. You picked up on the slight shake of his hands as he reached up to push a loose strand of curled hair out of his face. 

The store was a safe place. Maybe he wanted to talk about Tna for some reason, or maybe he needed help finding an embarrassing self help book and didn’t want Tina or Jessie knowing anything about it. 

You nodded your head and gestured to a nearby row of shelves, close enough to the front door and your coworkers in case you needed them. 

Despite the way he was acting, you didn’t necessarily feel unsafe with Eddie. You didn’t know the name of how you felt to be honest; indifference maybe? 

He followed you obediently, right on your heels, before you stopped and spun around to face him. You didn’t expect him to be so close when you turned around and it sent you stumbling for a moment. A hand reached out, placed delicately on your waist to keep you from falling into the book shelf. 

You could see the slight stubble on his jaw and smell the cigarette he must’ve smoked on the way in. It mixed with his other scent, of mint and something natural that you could only describe as the smell of the woods after it rained. You caught yourself leaning in briefly to get a better sniff when you realized what you were doing. 

You backed up suddenly, pulling from his grasp. You took three large steps backwards to get some space. He kept his hand elevated in the air for a moment, still like he was holding you before he balled up his fist and shoved it into his pocket. 

“What do you need?” Your voice came out slightly impatient. “Do you need help finding something?” 

“No,” he said quickly, shaking his head and another piece of hair came loose from his bun. 

“Then what do you want?” You snapped, a little annoyed and still kind of hungry. 

He stared at you, his eyes softening at your tone. It was the exact opposite reaction than what you expected. 

He opened his mouth to speak before you beat him to it, both hands placed on your hips as you reprimanded him. 

“I don’t know who you think you are or what game you or playing or if you’re just trying to mess with Tina by talking to me-”

“Who’s Tina?” He asked, genuinely seeming confused as he tilted his head. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me. Tina. Your ex-girlfriend,” you explained like you were talking to a toddler. 

“I don’t have an ex-girlfriend,” Eddie said, a small smile growing on his face. 

It pissed you off even more. 

“You know what. This conversation is going anywhere so if you could please just tell me what you wanted to talk to me about?” 

“I wanted to know if we could hang out tonight.” 

Your mouth popped open in shock before you let out a laugh of disbelief. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you laughed as you shook your head. 

Eddie’s brow furrowed like he genuinely couldn’t believe that you turned him down. 

“Why?” 

“Because I have heard all about you, Eddie Munson. And I will not be next up on your list of girls to screw over,” you declared, a single finger pointed at him in warning. 

Eddie’s eyes flicked to your finger before looking at your lips and then your eyes. You raised a brow at him, daring him to disagree or argue. 

“You heard that about me,” he sighed, seeming a little disappointed. 

“This is a weird conversation and I need to get back to work,” you muttered, going to move past him but his hand shot out to stop you. His fingers dropped from your arm when he noticed the fiery look on your face. 

“Do not touch me ever again,” you warned, venom dripping from your tone. 

Eddie put his hands up, a concerned look on his face. 

“Shit. I-I didn’t mean…I’m so sorry. I’m not doing a good job at this and I don’t know what to do-” He fumbled out, looking at you like you were going to help him in some way. 

You placed a single hand up, stopping his rambling. His mouth clicked shut. You didn’t realize it would be that easy to get him to shut up. It felt almost powerful for him to immediately do what you said. Usually people didn’t listen when you talked. It was often that your voice would be drowned out or ignored. 

Eddie Munson was just that good at what he did though. You had run into guys like him before at your old town. Guys that did whatever it took to get what they wanted. 

Eddie Munson was the type of guy who knew he was good looking and used it to his advantage. Based on the state Tina is in and the way Jessie had described him, you knew exactly who he was. 

He was the type to leave girls strung behind him like nothing. It was a chase to get what he wanted every time. And when he finally got it, you would be tossed to the side. You were the new person in town, a shiny new toy for someone like him to play with and then toss in the garbage. 

You wouldn’t let that happen to you. 

“I’m done with the conversation,” is all you said before you made your way back to the front. You had rounded the corner just in time to catch Jessie and Tina scrambling from behind a shelf, pretending that they didn’t hear every word. 

You grabbed some papers to do some inventory, the thought of your lunch waiting for you in the breakroom was no longer appetizing. 

He followed you, of course. You ignored him as you grabbed a pen and clicked it a few times, pretending to read the sheet in front of you. 

“Hey, Eddie,” Tina said in a sweet voice, surprising since she just seemed so stressed by his presence. 

You didn’t hear Eddie reply to her but you knew he was still there.

Tina spoke anyway. “I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out tonight? Maybe go to that spot by-” 

“I’m busy,” he muttered in a harsh tone. 

You turned to see his back as he walked out the shop door, letting it swing closed behind him. 

It was dark and you were alone. 

Tina and Jessie had both left you to close by yourself. 

Again. 

It wasn’t something that happened every time you worked together, but it happened often enough to become slightly annoying. 

You felt it was a  slight against you to see them walk out the door giggling with their arms clasped together while you stayed behind. 

You wished you could fit in with them, make them see that you’re cool and normal just like them. You were tired of feeling like you were on a different frequency than everyone else.

It was like no matter how much you tried to get people to like you, they never did. You had always had that issue. No friendship really ever lasted for you; conversations with acquaintances always turned into awkward silences that the other party would escape from. 

You locked the front door, the sound of the metal keys jingled against your hand. 

You hadn’t parked too far from the door, so it was easy to spot what was sitting on the hood of your car from where you stood. 

You had seen the news reports about safety, warnings not to touch things if you found them on your car. But you couldn’t help the trembling hand that reached out and grabbed onto the plastic wrapping of the large bouquet of red roses. 

There was a note of thick card stock that was attached to one of the stems by a ribbon. 

I’m sorry for earlier  -Eddie

Your stomach twisted. Someone you just met, and only had a brief interaction with, shouldn’t be leaving flowers on your car. They shouldn’t be going this far to make an apology to you for being annoying. 

You turned, looking behind you but seeing nothing in the empty parking lot besides the bats that were catching the bugs that flew underneath the lamps. You felt like one of those bugs, attracted to something pretty and left as the perfect prey for a beast to sweep in and catch you in its jaws. 

Part of you hoped he was hiding somewhere, watching as you did what you did next. 

You crossed the lot, the plastic crinkling in your tight grip. A trashcan sat beside the front door, under the awning. You tossed the flowers in easily like you were tossing a basketball into a net. 

If you weren't a little scared you would have done a happy dance for scoring the shot. 

On the way back to the car you threw up your middle finger, just in case he was still watching. You felt a little stupid, there was nowhere for him to hide in the parking lot without you seeing him and he honestly probably meant to leave the flowers on some other person's car that he bothered today. 

They really probably weren’t meant for you. Even if they were, it was probably a joke. A funny trick for the new girl in town. 

You threw your finger out the window one last time while pulling out of the parking lot for good measure. 

You felt giddy, rebellious to have stood up for yourself today. Twice. 

All of that euphoria came crashing down when you pulled down your long driveway, and through the darkness realized that your yard had been mowed for you. 

Next Chapter

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson au #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #eddie stranger things #eddie munson series #eddie munson angst

[v1olentdelights]

Summertime Sadness

JJ Maybank x female!Fisher!reader

JJ is 17 - Conrad is 18 - Jere is 17 - reader is 16

Trigger warnings: there is mention of giving up your v-card and also allusions to sex! and a few curse word!

Summary: The harsh reality of summer love

a/n: the ending is a bit wonky because I literally couldn't think of how to end it, so it kind of repeats the beginning? Anyways I hope you like it, this has been on my mind for a while. Also this piece is a big game of pretend

Conrad had found you laying in your room, the window shades opened allowing you to see the dying leaves. You had on one of his Brown sweatshirts and your hair was a mess. Nudging the door open he made his way over to set down a mug of what you assumed to be hot chocolate on your bedside table. 

“Hey kiddo,” his voice was extremely gentle, he had been here before. Hesitantly he laid a hand on your arm. You slowly moved your head to look at him, but the second you saw the hurt and sympathy, you caved. Tears started to well up in your eyes again, you threw yourself up in a sitting position and grabbed hold of him. Conrad pulled you closer, hoping that he could convey everything he couldn’t say. 

Your other brother was out enjoying his few final months before college began for him. It wasn’t that he didn’t know what had happened. Though since it hadn’t affected him directly, he didn’t feel the need to intervene; he had his fair share of break ups and knew that release came with time. Jeremiah had shown his love in other ways. He had gotten you flowers every two weeks with a simple ‘I love you’ note. 

But Conrad? He had been with you every step of the way as much as he could be. 

—

It was the summer kick off party when you met. JJ had offered you weed and you accepted, and that was the beginning. JJ was your first boyfriend, and even though Nicole had warned you about him and his reputation, you ignored it. He made you feel special and wanted, he always listened to what you had to say, invited you to hang out with his friends, accompanied you to parties, everything a boyfriend should do. 

“This is JJ, my boyfriend! Play nice.” you laughed nervously. The room was silent for a moment as everyone took him in. 

Your mother begged you to bring him to dinner with everyone. You reluctantly agreed, not wanting to put him through what was sure to be an interrogation in disguise. And you were right, though it was mostly from the boys.

– 

Everyone had stood up at the sound of the door creaking a bit. You walked in laughing with JJ holding your hand and following you in. 

But just like that your mom clapped her hands together and walked over to you both. JJ had stuck his hand out to shake her hand, but Susannah had slipped right past that, taking his face in her hands. Your face flushed at her abrupt action. 

“Let me have a look at you,” her smile was bright as she looked at him, she then pulled him in for a tight hug. 

“Welcome to our home, JJ.” The giant wave of relief rushed throughout the kitchen. 

“Thank you ma’am, these are for you by the way.” He did his awkward but cute smile as he held out a beautiful bouquet of hydrangeas. She smiled gratefully before ordering the boys to go set the table as you girls finished dinner and got to know JJ a bit better. 

The night was full of questions thrown around by your brothers and Steven. You held onto JJ’s hand throughout the dinner, squeezing it whenever a rather personal question came about. Even as you made your glaring rather apparent, Conrad specifically never backed down. 

“So what do you plan to do? After school?” Conrad asked. JJ looked at you and smiled for a moment before looking at your brother. 

“I actually want to travel. To surf and just experience life.” He seemed rather proud of his answer. Conrad on the other hand seemed highly displeased. 

“How are you gonna support yourself?” There was something about his tone that made you want to yell at him, but that would make a scene. So you kicked his shin as hard as you could since you were across from him. The table shook while his leg jerked from the pain. 

“No, no, you’re right. I’m not sure yet, but I am going to find work along the way while I travel. Then we’ll see where life takes me.” It was hard to miss the scoff he let out. But Laurel changed the topic by asking Jeremiah about his upcoming senior year and his plans. 

By the end of dinner your mother had packed up 2 containers for JJ to take home with him and kissed his cheek goodbye. As you walked him out to the car John B. had let him borrow for the evening you couldn’t help but feel like you were being watched. Looking back you could see Conrad and Steven watching from the window, but chose to ignore them as best you could. 

“Thank you for coming to dinner, I’m sorry it was more like an interrogation.” But he was already shaking his head and grabbed onto your waist and pulled you in close. 

“I loved meeting your family, even if your brothers were like big guard dogs.” His nose was touching yours. With one little movement he pressed his lips against yours, and it was like in the movies, you pulled back a little bit and he followed. 

“I don’t really like him.” Steven said freely. You assumed either Laurel or Belly had shoved him by the disturbed noise he let out. “I’m just saying she could do way better. He seems like the type of dude to say he’s going to travel the world and then just become some kind of cashier.” 

“I’ll see you tomorrow for surf practice, short-stack.” he said, pressing another gentle kiss to your lips. And you watched him pull out of the driveway with your fingers pressed against your lips, trying to hold onto the feeling of his lips. 

—

You could tell Conrad, Jeremiah, and Steven had a bad feeling about him, they all made sure to let you know their real feelings. Leaning against the door you allowed yourself to take in the night before facing everyone. As you made your way into the kitchen to have another portion of dessert you heard the chattering. 

“She can like whoever she wants, Steven. Remember when you thought you were going to marry Hermione Granger?” Belly’s somewhat supportive comment made you feel better. Her, your mom, and Laurel were supportive though. You knew deep down that Laurel didn’t approve by the lack of enthusiasm, but you chose to ignore it. 

“I don’t want her dating him, something is just off.” Now that one hurt. You oldest brother, the one who supported you no matter what, the one who would hold you every time you’d cry over a bad grade, Conrad. 

You made your presence known with a fake cough. Grabbing a plate with dessert you looked at everyone with a polite smile. 

For about 2 week things were going perfectly. You had gotten to know Sarah and Kiara a bit more and had even had a few sleepovers at Sarah’s house. Though those were mostly consisted of movies and popcorn while sharing stories about your day or small pieces of your relationship. 

“Thank you for being civil. I’m going to go lay down now, I think.” Belly’s face fell, you had originally planned to go to the movies with her. “Sorry Bells, I am just feeling… tired.” She nodded her head in understanding, but you could tell blowing her off had hurt more than she was letting on. 

—

JJ was your first everything, first kiss, first romantic hand holding, first date, and he was the first person you got high with. But you wanted to solidify your relationship with him. You had decided you wanted to give him your all on some random summer day. He was respectful and loving, it wasn’t serious but it wasn’t too goofy. It was the perfect mix that made you feel even closer. 

You tried not to share too much about your relationship because you could see it rubbed Kiara the wrong way. Having come so far, you didn’t want such a trivial thing to come in the way of the blooming friendship.

But it all changed about 2/3 of the way through the summer. He had begun to spend less time with you, and when he did he was a million miles away mentally. He was constantly high, and was covering up in the heat. Not wanting to push too much you let it go. Your summer days were spent at the fair with Belly or sometimes Sarah. But even she stopped hanging out with you as much. 

You had finally been fed up with all this. You invited JJ to walk with you down the beach to the little food shack in hopes of having a conversation. The dress you decided to wear was flowy and light, it was perfect for the hot summer day, and it fit you in all the right places. John B. had told you a hundred times over that you could walk right in to his home without knocking as long as you made your presence known. So that’s what you did, it was fairly quiet but you heard a faint creaking noise. 

Thinking that it was only one of the shutters of the many windows they all forgot to shut, you made your way right to JJ’s room. Reaching out for the handle you realized that the creaking was coming from in there. Your heart fell right out of you because you knew exactly what was happening. But should you just play the naive and innocent little girlfriend so you could stay with him? You recalled what Conrad had said a few weeks back about something being off with JJ.

So you opened the door, only to find Kiara and him tangled up in sheets together. You gasped a little bit, but it was obviously enough for them to hear because JJ whipped his head around to look at you. 

“Shit.” You turned to leave, even as you heard him fall out of bed and coming after you. “Wait! Stop, just for a minute. STOP!” turning back to him you saw the reddened eyes that looked back to you. 

“Con, is that your sister?” he called out to the older boy, causing him to look up. “Shit, I think she’s crying…” that kicked him into gear, tossing his things on the ground he made his way to you. 

“No, I give you my all only for you to go screw another girl not even TWO WEEKS LATER?! I am done with this shit JJ. Stay away from me. I don’t want you to call me, text me, or come anywhere near my house.” As you burst out the front door you half expected him to follow you out. But you saw Sarah, Pope, and John B. all looking at you with pitying expressions. Of course they all knew. 

—

Conrad and Steven had just finished a few good hours of surfing, though it had barely felt like anything. As they were walking up to where they had left their towels Steven had seen you walking staggering towards them. 

Steven was right, you were crying. The closer Conrad got the more he worried.  Your mascara made marks under your eyes, your dress looked crumpled, and your nose was red – a telltale sign you had been crying and sniffling for a bit – but what worried him most was the way you fell into him. 

“Kid, what’s wrong?” Steven had made his way next to Conrad now. 

“He che-” a gasp breaks the sentence. “He cheated.” the grip around your shoulders had tightened at that. Steven and Conrad looked at each other with shared livid expressions. As your brother rubbed your back gently Steven rushed to grab both the boy’s things before making his way back to the house with both of you. 

— — — —

Laurel and Susannah had pulled you into Susannah's giant bed, tucking you in tightly between the both of them while they smothered you with love. At that point though, you simply felt exhausted. Within 30 minutes you had fallen asleep with your head on Laurel's shoulder while your mother scratched your back softly. And even though you had the worst day of your life, you never felt more loved.

The last few fleeting weeks of summer consisted of you laying in bed watching movies, laying in the sun on the porch while Susannah and Laurel played card games, or lazily swimming in the pool with Belly when she stayed behind with you. 

— — — 

You thought getting over a boy who cheated on you would be easy, right? It was anything but. On the car ride back home you laid your head against the window while listening to music rather than yapping about every little thing you did that summer and all the plans you made for next, like you usually did. Things didn’t get better for a while. Your mom tired to encourage you and reassure you that things would be okay in the end, she made your favorite foods but you wouldn’t eat. 

Here you were 3 months later laying in bed wishing for the world to swallow you whole, and that is where you would stay.

#grace writes #the summer i turned pretty #tsitp #the summer i turned pretty x reader #tsitp x reader #obx x reader #outer banks x reader #tsitp fanfic #obx fanfic #conrad fisher x reader #jeremiah fisher x reader #jj maybank x reader #hurt no comfort #a tiny bit of comfort #obx x you #tsitp x you #summer fanfics #x reader #conrad fisher x sister!reader #x sister reader #x female reader

[worldseer]

Indulgence of Sweetness (Kar'niss x AFAB!Tav)

Warnings/Content: AFAB! Tav, Spoilers for BG3, NSFW, monster fucking, oral (female receiving), breeding kink, detailed description of genitalia, detailed kissing, Kar'niss is a giant spider person, OOC(?)

Word Count: 3k

Masterlist: Coming soon! Author's Note: Caved and decided to put this on here to show that I can in fact make good content. I wrote this for fun mostly on a Discord server. And I spent too much time thinking what it would look like, if you catch my drift. I also tweaked a few things about it so it's easier to read and more cohesive. Enjoy the filth! Tags: @oharahive (comment to be added to taglist)

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The darkness of this place was suffocating, dreary, and unkind. From what you heard, just beyond the darkness lied monsters eager to kill, maim and eat. Kar'niss, the strange and broken man he was, was able to be convinced to come with your party with the protection of his lantern. He unnerved you at first, the exoskeleton and long thin legs that carried his drider body. It was uncomfortable to look at them for too long. His speech and personality was also concerning, since he spoke in a broken sort of form and rarely referred to himself. It revealed his mental state, how he was. . . not all there. But he was still definitely there. He was. . . strange. But you had to admit, a part of you was curious about him. You had heard of driders, what they did and how they came to be. A part of you wanted to know more, but you kept your prodding questions to yourself. There's no easy way to suddenly ask all about a creature's culture and anatomy after all. . . especially when they seemed like touchy subjects.

Time still passed in this dark place, and shadows grew darker as a form of night swallowed the lands. With his lantern to protect, Kar'niss thought it best to settle for a makeshift camp. The others didn't seem too enthused, but there was a difference between sleeping on rough dirt and being torn apart by terrible creatures. Besides, who was going to argue with the drider who had lived most of his life in this place and remained unscathed?

Stress left you frustrated, naturally. With how this whole quest was going, it was no wonder that you needed some form of relief. Seeking sleep was of no use, your mind was far too active. Tiring yourself out wasn't useful either, considering that most of your muscles throbbed with pain and soreness. No, nothing was working. You needed something to help calm your mind. . . and your gaze moved down to the sleep trousers you wore. "Fuck. . . maybe just one will help," you mutter to yourself, pulling your pants off and shivering as you were exposed to the chill in the air. You were already getting wet, as if your body agreed that this was the best form of stress relief you could perform at this time. Or maybe your body was trying to give you a sign that you needed to find someone to take care of your needs. Your fingers circled your clit slowly, your breath catching. Gods. . . it had been a while since you last got off. And you were too cowardly to ask anyone in your party for a "favor". . . especially now. They'd all likely complain that in the middle of a dark land was definitely not the time and place to get it on. Your hand would do for now. It worked before. . .

A shuffling outside of your small tent snapped you away from the daze of pleasure, and a familiar hissing voice moved in the air. "A sweet scent. . . a sweet, succulent scent in the air. . . is it a gift, your Majesty? A gift for us?" Kar'niss quietly whispers. A clawed hand touched the tarp of your tent, and you scrambled to pull the blankets of your bedroll over yourself. The same clawed hand moved the tarp, and the hungry expression of Kar'niss came into view. However, his expression dropped as soon as his many eyes trained on you. "Oh. . . True Soul. . . Apologies, to you and her Majesty- I smelled a sweetness. . . Have you smelled it?" he says, his voice quiet and tentative now. You blinked a few times, "Uhm. . . Not that I know of." If he was referring to what you thought he was, then this turned into a much more awkward situation that you first thought.

Kar'niss turned his head, his long spider legs moving him forward as he sniffed the air. A shaky sigh left him as he closed his eyes, his form trembling. "The scent. . . it lingers most here. . . fills the air. . . so so sweet, just like her Majesty. . . oh so sweet. . ." he whispers, almost looking to be drooling now. His pedipalps twitched with what looked to be excitement. Kar'niss seems to disregard the invasion of privacy, seeking with his nose the source of the "sweet scent" he speaks of. His legs lower himself, moving closer to the ground. . . and closer to you. He inhales deeply, his face close to the blanket that was covering your indecency. His eyes finally open, and they move to be trained on your face. "It comes from you. . . True Soul. . . The scent. . . oh please, show me what smells so delicious, so sweet and pure~. . ." he purrs, almost begging with a pleading expression. It's. . . oddly cute, and alluring. You figure it's time to let the cat out of the bag, so to speak. Perhaps this was best to never tell anyone. . . take it to the grave, so to speak.

With a shy tone, you say, "I was. . . tending to some self relief and. . ." You move the blanket, exposing your still wet pussy. Kar'niss looks absolutely stunned, eyes now zeroed in on the slick folds and your clit peeking out. A growling sort of exhale leaves him. ". . . True Soul . . . you. . . smell. . . so. . ." he says, lips twitching and hands reaching out for you. However he stops himself. "What am I. . . what is. . . what is happening to me? I feel. . . hungry. . . but. . . not for food or blood. . ." he asks himself. Rarely he had ever referred to himself til now. It was as if his mind was clearing, or perhaps some long lost instinct brought back some sanity. How funny, that exposure to a wet cunt could bring back sanity to a man. "Forgive me- I shouldn't be here. . . you seek rest, True Soul. . ." But before he leaves, you find yourself grasping his arm, an arm that is defended and tough with a grey exoskeleton. He pauses, looking at you with surprise. ". . . You can stay, Kar'niss. . ." you whisper, and you see Kar'niss' eyes move over you. He swallows, and finally rests his spider body on the ground of the small tent. He takes up half of the space, but you don't seem to mind his proximity. Kar'niss looks at you with cautious eyes, silently asking permission and confirmation. It was almost cute, and you just nodded to reassure him again.

Maybe it was lust, a need for touch and attention. Or maybe you were curious of the drow drider. What ever the reason, you wanted him here and wanted see what he would do. Kar'niss let out a sigh as his eyes move to look at your pussy again. "It has been. . . long since. . . I've seen. . . such a quim like yours. . ." he admits, his hands reaching for you again. Warm, tough exoskeleton presses against your calves as Kar'niss gently grasps you, as though he was hesitant to touch, like he could corrupt and taint you. He continues, "So long since I . . . felt the wetness. . . the warmth. . ." He leans closer, clawed hands almost pulling you towards him and his eyes moving to look at your face. The many eyes of Kar'niss are dark, but you can see his irises are a rich brown in color. He stares for a moment, then his gaze moves down to your lips. His lips part, scarred and dry, "So long since I have. . . tasted another. . . Can I. . . May I taste you, True Soul?" His breath is warm against your skin, a stark contrast to the chill outside. His eyes move to yours again, and he looks as though he may beg and plead just to kiss you.

Curiosity mixed with need and loneliness was a cocktail of emotions that you never expected to feel, especially now with Kar'niss. But hey, you live life once, right? You wordlessly nod, and a shuddering breath leaves Kar'niss. "Forgive me-" he whispers, then presses his lips against yours. It's. . . surprisingly nice. His lips were a bit dry, but he was careful. Tentative, even. As though he didn't want to overwhelm you with his neediness. His hands moved to your shoulders now, pedipalps grazing the skin of your legs. After a moment, he pulled away but not far. His nose bumped against yours as he whispered again, "More. . . please let me have more. . ." A slick, blackened tongue moves from the inside of his mouth, wetting his lips. In a moment of boldness, you flick your tongue against his. Kar'niss growls lowly, but you know it's not to threaten. It's want. He takes it as an invitation (which it was), and pushed his tongue past your lips. He tastes bittersweet, like the darkest sort of chocolate or cranberries. A lingering taste of iron could be tasted as well. What surprised you most was that his tongue was dexterous. . . and long. It swirls around your own, making your mouth feel full as he seems to try all he can to navigate your mouth and taste every flavor it had to offer. The mingling taste of your spit and his was dizzying. He barely let your tongue move into his mouth, likely to make sure he didn't accidentally bite or cut you with his sharp teeth. When he finally moves away, a "Hah~. . . " sort of sound left him as he exhaled. His tongue was still slick with saliva, and hung low slightly past his chin. Something that could only be described as lust filled his many eyes. His tongue moved again, licking a stripe up your throat. "More. . . I want more. . ." he purrs, and trails down your body. Wet saliva created a sheen on your body as he tongue moved over your warm skin.

You didn't stop him, especially when he hoisted your thighs over his shoulders, and pressed his face into your folds. He inhales deeply and groans loudly. He stays there a moment, inhaling your scent over and over as if he can't get enough of it. "Oh yes. . . So perfect and sweet. . . I need this pussy-" he growls, and you nearly scream from the feeling of his warm, wet tongue pushing right into you. He laps and devours, claws careful not to break the skin as he holds you still. His tongue explores and fills your greedy and wanting warmth, soft and whining moans leaving Kar'niss as he tastes you. It's as if you're the best thing he's ever tasted. . . His tongue eventually pulls back so he can lick through your folds. Kar'niss pauses, clawed thumb pulling the hood of your puffy clit back and grinning. "Ah. . . So pretty. . . wonder what this will make you do if I just. . ." he whispers, and begins to suckle on your clit. His eyes close and he moans with you, cycling between licking and sucking on the tender bud. The sounds of slurping and moaning are so lewd and loud that you're surprised that no one has woken up or heard it. But then, he suddenly pulls away when you're about to cum and looks ashamed. You would've complained, had you not noticed his expression first. ". . . Why. . . why do I feel so. . ." he whispers, and then grunts. Kar'niss covers his face with his hands as he pulls back, and you notice a slickness between two plates slightly above where his pedipalps were. A hidden slit, as it were, where a heavy slick bubbled and leaked. Was that. . . precum? Kar'niss suddenly looks embarrassed. "Don't look at me! Don't look at my shame! I didn't mean to-" You move forward, pulling Kar'niss' hands away from his face. "Whoa- hey! It's alright. . . what's going on?" you ask. Kar'niss looks away, one of his hands moving to attempt to hide his face once again, "I'm. . . aroused. . . I want to. . . I want to breed. I need to. . ." "Breed?" "Yes. . . breed. . . My kind gets very. . . excited when we are uhm. . . Sorry, True Soul . . . I do not mean to overwhelm you, especially with. . . carnal desires." "Oh . . Are you holding yourself back?" "Quite literally. . . I. . . know my anatomy. . . intimidates those who are. . . not my kind. . ." " . . . Show me." Kar'niss looks startled, "W-what?" "Show me how aroused you are. . ." With a shaky inhale, there's a squelching noise and you look down. From the hidden slit, what you can only assume is his cock moves out at a sluggish pace and stands proud. It's almost sticky looking, with precum beading and running down the shaft. The head is pointed, and the shaft curves with slight differences in thickness. It's long, just like his tongue. . . and grey in color. It's pretty, in an odd way. For a moment, you wonder how it tastes . . . and if it would all fit. It twitches in the cold air, seeking attention from you. Kar'niss looks away, his hands covering his face in shame. Before he says anything bad about himself again, you grasp his cock. A choked gasp leaves him as you experimentally pump him. Precum dribbles continuously from the tip, coating your hand in mere seconds. It's stickier than whatever is keeping his cock lubricated, like warm caramel. You lift your fingers to your mouth and taste it, and Kar'niss looks like he may implode from the sight in front of him. Sweet. Like pure melted sugar. You look at Kar'niss, deciding it would be too cruel if you didn't allow him to indulge his desires and leave him hard. He doesn't seem like the type to just- go and deal with this himself. . .

"Do you want me?" you ask, and Kar'niss nods silently with a great eagerness. You move closer to Kar'niss, and his arms wrap around you. He's warm to the touch, warmer than you expected. His pedipalps guide your legs to wrap around his "hips" as he "sits" on the ground, his cock touching the inside of your thigh. Another shaking breath leaves Kar'niss, "Let me breed you, True Soul. . . please. . . I can't hold myself back. . . I promise to be gentle, to be good, just please. . ." Oh he was too cute. . . You move so the tip presses against your opening, and Kar'niss lets out a strained noise. It's a slow stretch, but due to the lubrication on his cock, it feels nothing but natural and painless. Smooth, the entire way down. You take him, and his cockhead hits perfectly against your cervix. He moans, "Oh Gods- oh my-" He gasps before speaking again, "MMMMmmmm. . . I need to-" Kar'niss holds you like a vice, and his pedipalps act like another set of arms, guiding your hips as he thrusts at a slow pace. It's like he's afraid to pull out and be too far away from being buried in your warmth, almost grinding instead of actually thrusting back and forth. He huffs and puffs, his face pressed against your neck. "So. . . warm. . . so. . . tight. . . Hah~! Mmm . . . Forgive me, True Soul, forgive my selfishness. . . I don't deserve such a perfect pussy to breed-" he whispers against your skin, his pedipalps guiding your hips faster. Your orgasm washes over you with surprising timing, but he doesn't stop. Instead, he growls lowly as you clamp down on him. "More- more- gotta prepare-" he mumbles, his sharp teeth brushing over your neck. His grip tightens as he thrusts faster, gritting his teeth now. You're surprised he's going so fast and not yet cum, especially since he seemed to have been going through a very long dry spell.. He whines, growls, gasps, every kind of erotic noise tumbling out his throat. It's primal, instinctual, and natural for him.

His sounds mix with yours, and he shakes as he continues to fuck you hard. A second orgasm comes and goes quickly, and you're overstimulated as he brings you a third. It's only then as you clamp and gush on him for a third time that his hips finally stutter. "Have to. . . make sure. . . your quim. . . takes me well. . . must. . . satisfy. . . my love. . ." he groans, then thrusts harder. You're too far gone to understand what exactly he means by that. All you want is him, nothing else mattered. His sharp teeth dig into the soft flesh of your neck, keeping a grip on you. After a moment he pulls away and licks over the mark he made, looking proud of himself. "Yes. . . mate. . . finally. . . mate. . ." he coos, the words quiet as he nears his climax. It's overwhelming, but all the more rewarding when he finally cums. It triggers your fourth orgasm once he cums, and it only seems to intensify his own orgasm. His mouth opens in a silent scream at first, then an almost broken, crying sound leaves him as his cock throbs inside of you. It throbs several times, each time filling you with a rush of hot cum that definitely needed to be spent. A satisfying and comfortable warmth fills you, so much so that you fear it will leak out. It feels thick inside you, slightly heavy; it's oddly satisfying to feel inside you. One of Kar'niss' hands moves behind him as he gently pulls you off of his cock and down on your bedroll once more. A sticky, white and gooey substance covers Kar'niss' hand once it's back in view, and he spreads it over your spent pussy. "Don't worry . . . it's only my webbing," he mutteres, taking note of your confused face. You twitch as Kar'niss pushes the strong webbing slightly into your core, plugging his cum inside of you. He lathers the rest over the opening of your pussy and looks satisfied. "There. . . Now it's sure to take. . ." Take . . . wait a minute! Take?! You didn't even think about that. . . was it possible? You couldn't ask now! You'd have to ask Gale later- Your thoughts were interrupted as Kar'niss tenderly kissed your forehead. "Thank you, my love . . . Rest easy, you're tired. . . I will protect you from harm, as your mate. . ." he whispers, and quietly leaves your tent. You momentarily wonder if now Kar'niss would keep you here forever. You knew what "mate" implied. . . Hopefully you didn't end up breaking his heart by the end of all this. . .

~ Bonus: "So first you lick a spider, and now you fucked one? . . . I'm starting to think you have some spider kink." "I was horny and stressed, Gale! And he was very endearing!" "You slept with a drider. A horny. . . drider. That is something that happened. . . Look, I know we're friends, but know that I am extremely worried about your decision making." ". . . Also I think he made me his mate-" "I- What- TAV!"

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[nerdranttheories]

Taking Care of All Might

Warnings: None. There’s nudity but it’s not described. He’s just having a nice bath while you wash his hair, because I’m a sucker for intimacy.

When the door opens, you can already tell it’s been one of those days. Mostly because you watch the news whenever he’s out on patrol, but even if you didn’t, the way he just stands in the doorway, hovering, like he doesn’t deserve to step inside his own home is telling enough.

It could be any number of things holding him there, the top-ranked hero keeps himself to a higher standard than anyone else in the world.

“Come on in, honey. I made your favorite.”

Toshinori sighs, but doesn’t argue, and begins taking off his shoes in the genkan.

“It smells delicious,” he lies, uninterested in food or the smells of it since he had the the total gastrectomy. He tries to put on a cheerful grin anyway, because he’s All Might. You raise an eyebrow, but don’t hold it against him.

To take off his shoes he has to take off his whole suit (Bless David Shield and his design choices) so when your sunflower steps in the kitchen and puts his arms around you, he’s practically naked.

You sigh into his chest, listening for his heart and the slow ebb and flow of one lung.

He seems equally relieved by the physical contact, breath deepening and the tension in his arms going away, if only slightly.

“C’mon, eat. Then bath time.”

Toshi nods, and sits down at your kotatsu. It’s much taller than a normal one, so it doesn’t warm your legs as well, but it’s better for your his long legs. He hums in relief, the warmth probably feeling amazing on his sore muscles.

“So, how was your day today?” He tries, as he looks at the food. He fiddles with his chopsticks restlessly.

“Oh, the usual. I saw this really cute dog, do you want to see her?”

“Of course!” You stand up and move to Toshi’s side, scrolling through your phone with one hand and plucking up some food from his plate with your chopsticks.

“Open for me?”

“I can feed myself,” Toshinori protests.

“Do you want to see the dog?”

Toshinori sighs, but opens his mouth, like a baby bird. He grumbles slightly as he closes his mouth and takes the bite, but brightens considerably when you show him the picture.

“She’s so cute!” He melts at the fluffy little thing, so adorably furry that you can barely even see her eyes in the picture.

You want to say something cheesy like “but not as cute as you!” But you’re trying to make him take care of himself and not starve, so that takes precedence in your mind.

“Open.”

“Again?” Still, Toshi sighs and opens his mouth. Eventually he gives up altogether, laying down his chopsticks and letting you feed him until he’s holding a giant hand up and shaking his head.

“I think that’s all I can handle, dear. But thank you.” He gently guides your hand down.

“Anything for you.” You kiss his knuckle, and he still blushes like a schoolgirl. He wipes his mouth when you release him, coughing slightly. Thankfully there’s no blood this time.

“Bath time?” You suggest.

He nods, agreeing, and follows you to the bathroom where he takes off what clothes remain, his underwear and his pair of socks. You have to get the water going, so he sits on the toilet to wait, grasshopper legs bent out awkwardly. For now, you settle on the floor in front of him while you wait for the water to get warm, and you begin massaging his feet.

Toshinori moans lightly and hangs his head back, knowing better than to try and protest by now.

The knots are like steel, and you know you won’t be able to get them out in a single sitting. Not unless you had a few hours, and you know his hyperactive self won’t be able to sit still for that long. Even when he’s supposed to be sleeping, he’s up and down all night…

“I think the water’s warm,” Toshinori points out lightly.

You release him and he gets in, using the handlebar you insisted you needed for yourself. He narrowed his eyes at you, but eventually relented. It’s nice having someone who’s so skilled as a handyman around — a bit surprising, too. Who would think the greatest hero of all time would be so good at such a thing?

Of course, his skill with a hammer and some nails aren’t the only thing that attract you to him, as you carefully pour warm water over his downy-soft hair.

He practically melts into the sensation, groaning. It makes something flutter in your chest, watching those blue eyes disappear under the shadow of his brow to let just the tips of his blond lashes reach out into the yellow bathroom light. The hardness of his face softens, gritted teeth relaxing as the aches and pains seep out of him. His pale skin flushes into a more healthy color from the steam, and makes him look far more vibrant than he had when he stepped in your door. Poor thing.

You lather your hands with shampoo, and just as carefully wash his hair, careful to not get any soap in his eyes. It’s amazing he doesn’t have to wear glasses after all of those years of sun exposure and working relentless hours as a hero. Just goes to show it’s all just genetics.

“Thank you,” All Might murmurs when you’re done rinsing out his hair.

“You’re welcome. Yell if you need anything, yeah?” You’re planning to leave him to soak, but long, skinny fingers grab your wrist, lightning-fast.

“Wait! Can you… Uhm, can you sit here with me?” Toshinori turns shy, looking away and not making eye contact. You chuckle and push his wet bangs back, kissing his forehead.

“Sure thing, just let me go grab my book.”

He sighs in relief, especially when you come back, a pillow and a book under your arm. Your free hand finds his, ignoring the dampness, and he rests his face against your arm.

He won’t say “I love you.” He’s too scared after a life of losing people. But you think you can feel it, in moments like this.

#this is has been in my drafts for a while #I lost both of my contacts #and new ones are going to be $120+ #so it seemed like a good time to finish this #yagi toshinori #all might #small might #all might x reader #all might x you #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction #my writing

[titlemewickedwonderland]

Ghoul Game Night - Mountain

Summary: Being a new ghoul in an established pack wasn't easy. But her new packmates wouldn't let her off the hook by ignoring them. So what's the best way to break the ice than to play a little game of Truth or Dare?

Fandom: Ghost Band

Pairing: Mountain X Ghoul!reader (a hint of Poly!ghouls x ghoul!reader at the end)

Warning: Sexual tension, cute awkwardness, fluff, and…Mountain.

Workshop

The bottle was spinning so fast her eyes couldn't keep up. Y/n blinked a few times to get the tension out of her eyeballs as she felt they were damn near about to cross. Was she nervous to find who the bottle would land on? Of course! But she was also kind of scared about what she would pick out. She knew Aether was a safe choice - he was the kindest she'd known who'd openly tried to make her feel welcome in the pack. Rain and Mountain kept mostly to themselves but their silent acts of kindness helped ease her into the dynamic of the band itself. Dew and Swiss - well the pair of them were unpredictable and flirty. They were the ones that embodied the sex appeal ghouls possessed to the point Y/n swore that they must have some incubus in them. But would they actually force her to do anything that she didn't want to? That would be beside the point of getting to know her new packmates after all, no she knew they wouldn't force anything. They may be dirty-minded but they weren't savages after all!

"Y/n?" Aether's voice brought her back from the depths of her thoughts and she looked up startled to meet the familiar violet eyes of the quintessence whose eyes swirled with concern. "Thought we lost yah there. You with us?"

"Y-yeah, I'm sorry!" Y/n spoke nervously as she clenched the blanket and looked down realizing that the bottle had stopped spinning and that it pointed to the side of her. She looked over to find Mountain peering back at her calmly; giving nothing away in his expression as he patiently waited for her to get with the program.

"Oh…OH!" she straightened up feeling a blush on her cheeks. "I'm sorry, spaced out there a minute." her tail wagged slightly behind her when she realized that Mountain was her partner. Good, seemed Satan did hear prayers after all. That was a relief. Mountain was a safe choice for sure. Who would think anybody like Mountain would be a risky choice beneath the soft eyes and quiet demeanor?

"Which one would you like to do guys?" Aether asked tapping on the boxes in front of him expectingly as his orbs flicked from one then the other; a certain gleam in them telling Y/n he seemed far too interested in the choices than he probably should be at this point.

Y/n bit her lip looking over at Mountain but the gentle giant merely shrugged his slender shoulders. "I'm okay with either Y/n. Go ahead and choose." he rumbled softly and Y/n smiled at him with warmth; see a safe choice. He was a gentleman through and through.

"You know what…I think I'll take a truth and Mountain can do a dare." she hadn't seen Mountain push out of his shell to do much and she was wondering what his personality was like outside of his love for nature and music; she would probably kick herself in the ass though if the Ghoulettes had anything to say on the matter.

"Alright." Aether grinned flashing his golden tooth before he was digging into the boxes. "Mountain your dare is…Do a body shot on your partner."

Y/n's eyes widened comically and her cheeks flushed a dark color but when she looked over at Mountain the tall ghoul didn't seem to be affected as she was by the dare making her question whether or not he was as innocent as she first thought; hell she hadn't even seen him drink alcohol before.

"I'm a little scared to know my truth." Y/n gave a little laugh that showed off her nervousness as she chewed on her bottom lip wondering if she should have taken the dare instead; no going back now though - no take backsies here.

"Don't be."

"You should be."

Dew and Mountain spoke up at the same time causing Y/n's eyes to widen and she looked between the two; their replies doing nothing to help the butterflies of nerves to settle in her belly. But Aether waved it off and shot the ghoulette a warm smile which she tried and failed so miserably to return.

"It's okay, we always do something stupid so don't feel too embarrassed if you get one you weren't expecting. Remember, you always have a choice to decline and take a shot." he pointed her paper at her and the female looked towards Dew as if she was weighing the option. But that would be fair to Mountain if he still ended up having to do the dare while she chickened out so she took the plunge not wanting to be labeled a coward.

"I think I'll need one anyway. You know… to settle the nerves and stuff." she offered a weak smile but Dewdrop was all on it as he snatched the bottle of liquor from behind him and grabbed the single shot glass on the floor beside it - pouring her a generous shot. She reached out with a small smile and tossed it back with a grimace trying not to gag at the burn.

"Alright, you ready for your truth Y/n?" at the female's hesitant nod the quintessence looked down at his paper. "Y/n your truth is…" Aether turned his gaze back to the ghoulette. "What's your wildest fantasy?"

The female's eyes widened and she held out the shot glass towards Dew again with a puffed-out breath. He snickered as he refilled it and watched as she tossed it back with the same sharp-toothed grimace on her face. She seriously needed that extra burn if she was to be honest.

"The girls certainly know how to break the ice with new people," Y/n grumbled sliding the cup back to Dew with a sigh feeling the liquor burn and warm her belly from the inside; she knew ghouls had a high tolerance for human alcohol consumption even those who did not drink often but she cursed that small perk because this was not a conversation that she wanted to have on a sober night.

"Do I have to answer?" she bit her lip feeling her cheeks warm.

"You can always take another shot." Swiss interjected grinning at her but she waved it off.

"Sorry Dewdrop but you have a terrible choice in liquor. If I take one more of those shots it's coming back up." the ghoulette muttered as she rubbed her eyes as if attempting to hide her burning face.

"Would you like me to do my dare first? Would that make you feel better?" Mountain leaned over towards her and she peeked at him from beneath her hands; her ears twitching backward in embarrassment.

"I didn't think you drank Mountain…" she confessed

The big guy shrugged again. "I don't do it often. I prefer smoking." he confessed leaning back on his palms as he studied her.

Something about his gaze made her rethink her idea that he was a safe choice. He was a ghoul, after all. She shouldn't kid herself thinking he'd be a safe bet. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as she stared up at him in silence wondering how they should do this. Would he do his dare first or should she answer first? How did one go about having a conversation like that?!

"You going to stare each other down or get to it?" Dew snarked from across the room causing Rain to grab a pillow and toss it at the fire ghoul.

"Hush! Don't pressure her! This is her first time." he chided

"First time huh? Do be gentle Mounty! She's a virgin to body shots." Swiss shot the Earth ghoul a wink causing a scowl to edge the tall male's face in disapproval even if he knew it was all in good jest.

"Shut up!" Aether raised his voice and clapped his hands. "Come on! Let's do this one right! Mountain you go first alright? Dew grab that table." Aether rose to his feet and grabbed a blanket off the floor.

Y/n watched warily as Dewdrop dragged the coffee table across the floor to the center of the room and Aether folded the blanket; draping it on the wooden surface. The girl stared at them and then at the table as if she was about to offer herself up for a sacrifice. She winced at the image but the gentle nudge beside her from Rain made her spur into motion as she scooted over and rose to her feet looking down awkwardly.

"S-so I just..lay down?" she offered lamely feeling her tail twitching erratically from her nerves.

She felt Mountain's hulking frame behind her moments before his hands rested on her shoulders and his chin pressed between her horns; a rumble of reassurance vibrating against her back. "Lay down on your back on the table."

"Do-Do I have to take anything off?" She tipped her head up to look at the male who cocked his head at her in amusement.

"Do you want to take anything off?"

"No…." she shook her head a little

"Then don't." Mountain shrugged again before nudging her forward half a step urging her to lay down.

With all eyes on her now Y/n turned around and warily sat on the edge of the table; catching sight of the others watching with a mixture of amusement and interest as she swung her legs onto the tabletop and tried to lean back but in her awkward state she'd misjudged the size of it and found herself leaning off of the edge.

Two large hands gripped her ankles and playfully jerked her back down until her legs dangled off the edge and pressed against the floor while her upper half rested on the table with her head just barely hanging off. She yelped in surprise and looked up at the towering male above her; his height and angle made him block out a bit of the light fixture so all she saw was his silhouette dark and intimidating above her.

Shuffling beside her made her turn her head to find Dew and Swiss beside her. The multi-ghoul held up a small stack of mini glasses and she wondered where the hell he'd managed to find those while they were using shitty solo shot cups all this time. But then a pair of warm hands grasped the hem of her pajama shirt and slowly slid up; the rough warm palms sliding up along her sides and ribs taking with it the shirt until it bunched just below her breasts. She looked down to find Mountain half bent over her as he maneuvered the shirt out of his way. He flashed her a little smile as she giggled nervously not used to being this close to him.

As he moved back Swiss placed the gold shot glasses one by one down onto her exposed stomach. One right on her naval that was left exposed from her yoga pants, one in the center of her stomach; the feel of it weighted and cold caused her abdomen muscles to clench but Swiss merely hushed her and patted her hip before placing the third and last shot glass right below her sternum (his hand might have not so accidentally brushed against her breasts as he pulled his hand away) and to distract herself she craned her head to look for Aether as she tried to stay still.

She found Rain by her head and when she met his eye he flashed her a little smile and reached down to boop her nose causing her to giggle; she was glad that at least someone was trying to ease the nerves she felt but Dew was quick to playfully smack her leg with a chiding remark.

"Stop it! You'll spill the good stuff!" she glanced down to find he was starting to fill each shot glass as carefully as he could while it balanced on her exposed torso and she flushed a bit; her eyes closing in embarrassment at being pretty much splayed open for them like some kind of sacrifice on an alter.

"I-I thought the dare said only a shot…not three." she said trying not to breathe too deeply in case she spilled the glasses.

"Meh." Dew shrugged and Y/n had to stop the snort she wanted to let loose as she looked toward Mountain.

The tall Earth ghoul was standing back watching silently but his expression gave nothing away. When Dew was done those not part of the dare shuffled back to watch. Breathing as shallowly as she could so as not to spill the liquor but she tensed when she felt warm hands on her knees.

"Hey, blossom open your eyes." Mountain's voice murmured causing her eyes to peek open hesitantly to see he was standing before her spread knees. "Eyes on me."

She did as he told her. Transfixed as he bent down over her. The first shot glass disappeared between his lips as he took hold of it; never once breaking eye contact as he lifted his head slightly; just enough to tip the liquid down his throat - the audible sound of him swallowing the mouthful causing her breath to hitch as he idly took the glass from his mouth and handed it to Dew.

She could do nothing but lay there as he shifted higher; his breath tickling her exposed belly as he shifted upwards towards the next shot. Had his green-blue eyes looked this pretty before? She couldn't recall as she watched him wrap his lips around the second shot glass rim and tip his head back again to swallow the contact. It was then she felt his hands press again her sides as he shifted even closer. His knee came up to press onto a sliver of the exposed tabletop between her thighs as he bent over her further.

"So, Y/n, would you like to tell me?" Mountain murmured - his alcohol-tinged breath ghosting along her sternum as he ascended a bit more.

"T-tell you what?" she breathed watching him entranced as he drew nearer to the third and last shot glass that was balanced just below the swell of her breasts.

His large hands gently took hold of her wrists and her arms were suddenly thrust above her head to dangle over the edge of the table and making her gasp in surprise at the motion; the position caused her to arch a little and thrust the glass up higher along with her breasts making her feel rather vulnerable and far more exposed than before as her bunched up shirt shifted even higher; exposing the undersides of her breasts teasingly - she cursed her decision to not wear a bra tonight but she wasn't expecting to be dragged into such a lascivious game!

The motion also caused a bit of the fireball to spill from the glass and she felt the cold drops run down her sternum and rib. She bit her lip trying to keep her breath even as she watched his every move.

"What you're wildest sexual fantasy is." Mountain supplied as he idly - with little hurry, dipped his head to lick a stripe up her stomach from where the fireball had spilled causing her breath to hitch and her eyes to fall closed at the feel of his warm wet tongue against her skin.

Her hands clenched above her head and she felt soft fabric against her hands making her eyes open again and her head to fall back to find Rain standing by her head again. She latched onto his pants for support and he reached down to idly stroke his long bassist fingers through her hanging locks.

"W-Well if it's the truth…" she licked her lips nervously as her cheeks flushed when mountain rose up again to be in her viewpoint; his fingers gripping her chin to tip her head back so that they could stare at each other.

"Hmm?"

"I-I don't know." she shook her head a little bit.

"You don't know?" one brow rose as he bent his head down again but this time to press a sweet little kiss to her flushed cheek. "Don't tell me you haven't had some wild fantasies before when you're alone in your room, Y/n." he murmured teasingly when she whined and turned her head to bury her face into his neck.

"Well…n-nothing to count as….wild." she confessed as he felt his large hands expanse the entire of her ribcage idly stroking along her sides.

As he drew way from her and ducked his head again to lick up the small trail of liquor that ran down her ribcage that he'd found she tried to regulate her breathing but when she spoke her words came out shaky.

"B-But this probably would be on that list."

"Yeah?" his eyes flashed up at her and she bit her lip nodding shyly causing his lips to curl upward into a grin as he tipped his head at her; his shaggy hair tickling her sternum as he chuckled.

"Good." he finally lifted up enough to wrap his lips around the last shot glass but whether it was on purpose or the alcohol in his blood he missed and it tipped a bit; spilling it more on her exposed skin before he managed to grab it from falling completely.

"Damn, there goes the good stuff." Y/n could hear Dew mutter from somewhere in the room.

But Mountain didn't see it that way. Instead of taking the rest of the shot he held it out towards Dew and when his hands were free he tugged her shirt up slightly more making her squeak as the cool air of the room dried the liquor on her skin but it was quickly followed by the warmth of Mountain's tongue as he lapped up the spilled droplets along her flesh causing her to let a little moan slip and her hands to tighten on Rain's thighs as she tried not to reach for Mountain.

She felt hot. Itchy beneath her skin. The feeling of such a large body draping over her; protective as much as it was provocative was making her feel squirmy; small beneath him as Mountain cleaned her up with his tongue alone. It was only when a wet stripe caught the curve of her breasts that one hand finally released Rain in favor of sinking her fingers into the lush thickness of Mountain's hair when she whimpered at the contact.

He seemed to be enjoying himself far more than she had thought he would. She briefly wondered if this was what kind of lover he was. A big fucking tease. When she tugged on his hair a little she felt the rumble of his low moan against her skin and she peeked down to see him looking up at her from behind his messy hair and her jaw went slack. Why did he look so goddamned good like that?

"C-can I make a request?" she found herself asking.

"Keep looking at me like that and you can have anything," he muttered placing a kiss on her stomach.

"Kiss me?"

He lowered himself a bit and kissed one exposed hip bone and then the other. "But I am."

"Mountain!" Y/n yanked on his hair causing him to hiss as his head was jerked backward a bit so that his face was lifted from her skin and her breath stopped in her lungs at the dark look that overtook his eyes just from his arousal alone. He wasn't as unaffected as he wanted to play off.

"Please." was that her needy voice? Well fuck. She heard the groans of the others in the room as they too took in the way her voice sounded so full of need from just how turned on she was.

"Fuck it." Mountain rose swiftly to his feet and yanked her up before hauling her over his shoulder causing her to yelp in surprise. "The game's over, boys."

The others stared open-mouthed as the tall lithe figure stalked from the room; moments later - his bedroom door slammed shut locking himself and their new little packmate within for the night.

"Damnit," Swiss grumbled crossing his arms. "There goes my chance."

The others were silent for a moment looking at each other before Dew snickered. "Fuck no. I'm not missing the show." he left the room and it took only a few seconds for Aether, Rain, and Swiss to stare at each other before they shrugged.

"What an ice breaker." the trio barged into the room without a preamble for a night of fun.

What a way to end a game night. The Ghoulette sure knew what they were doing all along; playing each and every member like a fiddle. Y/n realized real quick why the siblings enjoyed the ghoul's company that night. And she couldn't even care to be mad about it. Not when she had 5 pairs of mouths, hands, and other appendages to keep her occupied.

Thank you all for reading Ghoul Game Night! Mountain ends this mini-series with a bang and I hope you guys enjoyed it! Don't forget to like, reblog, and comment to show support! <3

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[beatrixstonehill2]

Christine knelt, posing for her audience. "Enjoying one last night of clubbing as a 'girl' before tomorrow. It's almost a shame, I think I make a pretty sexy girl and not very many guys mind my cock, a lot of them get excited when we dance and they feel it against them..... Guys love to jerk me off as we grind together on the dance floor. And let's be honest, most men are so obsessed with porn they prefer anal anyway they days. And estrogen gave me such a plump, sexy ass! Which is to say nothing about these giant breasts I developed..... gosh, this body is SO dreamy. I almost don't want to say goodbye.

I had a good run, better than a lot of fakegirls. Eight whole years living as a girl, pumping my poor male body with estrogen, trying to make it look feminine.... mostly succeeding, kind of. Not surprised so many people still clock me, guess it's pretty obvious I'm just a perverted dude playing dress-up." Christine giggled, bouncing her fat, estrogen-pumped tits, causing them to spill out of her dress. "God, I look so ridiculous. These breasts are such an embarrassment. So happy I'm coming to my senses!

I live with my parents, and they're pretty sick of my partying lifestyle. Bringing home new guys every other night, having to listen to their son get railed, and moan in my boyish voice like some ditzy porn star. They sat me down one morning this week, as I lay naked, covered in cum, having brought four guys over, my ass and boobs had bruises. My cock was rock hard. I instinctively stroked it and licked the cum off me as they talked to me..... They said when they let me go on blockers in junior high they thought they were helping me, but they apparently started falling down a heavy pipeline of parents who decide to detransition their trans sons and daughters....

I was shocked to hear them candidly call me a boy, by he-him pronouns, and use my deadname! (Christopher!) It was pretty humiliating, even more than being naked, bruised and covered in cum in front of them, which has become a bit of a norm, I suppose. They told me they want me to detrans immediately. They even contacted my doctor and voiced their 'concerns' about me. So we threw out my estrogen, and tomorrow I'll be getting my first round of testosterone. I mean, you guys have been urging me to detrans for a while now and misgendering me all over social media, so you must be happy. I do find those detrans vids you send me kind of hot, though. Sexy, big-breasted, curvy girls like me becoming big muscular or fat guys. Love it!

I told my parents I have no job, I just party and jerk off on cam. I asked them what I'd do as a man and they said pretty openly they don't care. They told me I'm already a total perv so I'll probably become a porn addict. I was floored to hear them say that, so I said, 'You'd really rather me sit home all day jerking off to porn, becoming a gross, fat slob instead of looking like this?' My parents both said yes, and now that I mentioned getting fat, they're acting like it's part of my detransition. They're teasing me about how they're going to fatten me up into a 'tub of lard'. Well.... great. At least my orgasms should be way better, guess I'll have to get used to just gooning all day and not being a cute party girl getting ass fucked all I want. Oh well, my silly dress-up days couldn't last forever. And it will be a relief to lose these giant udders....."

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[nix-writes-mcyt]

For request, could I please have some Xisuma fluff

It's a little later than my plan for yesterday, but it's here!

Flight Mishap

Oneshot Contains: Fluff :) ------------------------------

"Well well well.. what do we have here?" Normally at this point you'd feel relief, but not right now. 

You're not known for being the best at flying on the server.  In fact your skill rivals Scar's. 

You've never been able to get the hang of elytra's. Every season you try, and every season you crash, crash and crash some more.  More than once you've had to call your fellow hermits to your aid.  Either to retrieve your things, or to help you out of sticky situations.  Much like the one you're in now. 

You were getting some practice in with your wings, Doc's perimeter the perfect place to do that.  Well, mostly. 

Other than the uneven bedrock ground below. 

For someone who's not great at flying how you even managed to get in here is a mystery.  You're completely surrounded in the unbreakable material, no enderpearls.  You could attempt to fly out, but you're already on half health and don't fancy losing your gear to Doc's giant hole in the ground.

So you had called for backup.  A quick message to all those in the vicinity asking for someone to come and pull you out.  It's not the first time you've had to do this. 

But you can't help but feel embarrassed, as the one that's come to help you out is your long time friend, Xisumavoid.

Xisuma crouches down in front of the gap you can see out of.  You're stuck in a 2 by 3 wide hole, that's 3 tall, with an extra block above the exit just to really make things difficult.

"However did you manage to get in there?"  You roll your eyes at X, who chuckles. He knows how you got stuck.

"We better get you out of there then, I brought an ender pearl. I'll throw it in." Xisuma says.  You hear the little blip of the pearl, purple particles filling up the little chamber you're stuck in. 

"Well that wasn't what I planned to do." You turn slowly, Xisuma standing in the small space with you now. He's staring up out of the entrance, probably weighing in his chances of being able to fly out.  His chances are higher than yours, although by his lack of attempt you'd say he isn't willing to try

"I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I only grabbed one pearl." X says, taking off his helmet and placing it on the ground. He brushes his hands through his hair, letting out a long sigh.

"Can I borrow your communicator?" X asks, "I may have also accidentally left mine up there." He points at the only way out.  "Sure." You reply, handing it over. 

X sends out a message, handing you the communicator back. After a few minutes of waiting he takes a seat on the ground, staring out of the only exit.  You join him, feeling awkward stood up by yourself. 

"You know, it's not often I find myself in these situations. It really makes you think, doesn't it?" You nod, eyes never leaving the slither of blue sky you can see.  Silence falls upon the two of you once again, it's hard to ignore where it normally isn't. 

Usually when you and X are in silence you're building, helping each other out.  But this time that's not an option. 

Time ticks on by, your Bdubs original clock slowly changing from day to night.  Although given that it's getting dark you probably don't need the clock. 

"We may end up stuck in here all night" X mumbles.  You shrug. "There are worse people I could be stuck with." 

X lets out a quiet chuckle "That's true. Don't get me wrong I love spending time with all the hermits, but some of them I just wouldn't want to be trapped in a small space with." You nod.  "Exactly my thoughts."

You think about the other hermits, where they are and what they're doing. You think about just about anything other than X. Or at least you try to.

But your mind goes back to him with every thought path. You just can't help it, especially as you begin to tire. You glance at him, not wanting to look too long. It's dark, but you can still see him. Just about anyway.

He's looking up and out of the one exit, eyes tired, but his expression is otherwise blank.

You wonder what he's thinking about. Probably getting out of here.  You wouldn't be able to blame him for thinking about that. 

The next thing you know you can hear rockets in the distance.  Opening your eyes you realise it's lighter than you remember.  Much lighter. 

The brightness dips a little as a pair of legs appears in front of the hole.  Then a face as that person crouches down.  The initial emotion on Doc's face is amusement. 

Well, that doesn't change, only seems to increase as his eyes dart around the small space.  Only then do you realise that not only is it lighter but Xisuma is cuddled into you and still fast asleep. 

Doc smirks, "I'll come back later." "Don't you dare leave us in here." You whisper shout, not wanting to wake Xisuma up.

"I'll come back, don't worry." Doc chuckles, shooting off a rocket and flying away. You grumble, feeling Xisuma stir beside you. 

"What time is it?" He asks, voice full of sleep.  "I don't know." You mumble.  X groans, stretching as best he can in the tiny space. 

You take the chance to shuffle away from him slightly. "Where are you going?" Xisuma asks you, a small frown on his face. "I didn't think you had an issue with me holding you, I'm sorry if I crossed a line."  You're a little dumbfounded by his apology. 

"I, it's not that. I just didn't think you'd want to continue in case it was just something that happened while we were sleeping." The relief on X's face makes you feel that little bit better. 

He scoots over to your new place and puts an arm around you, pulling you into him.  "I could get used to this, you know" he says.  "So could I." You look up at Xisuma who smiles down at you. 

"When we get out of here we should go do this." You nod in agreement.  "When Doc comes back we will." Xisuma looks puzzled at your words. 

"Doc was here? Why didn't he let us out?" You shrug.  Doc is someone who works in ways you will never understand. You don't even try to. 

"While we wait how about we get to know each other better?" X asks.  "I'd like that." You answer, X taking that and running with it. 

The things the two of you talk about are great, but not as great as the feeling you get when Doc returns and frees you both.  Sure enough the first thing you and X do is go find a better, more comfortable, place to cuddle.

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[secretsimpx]

Kiss Kiss Kiss

Satoru finds you taking a nap but he also finds you irresistible while sleeping

Slight NSFW.. maybe? To each their own, unestablished relationship but ya know 😉.

Lemme know if u want a part 2

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10 pm

It was a long day for you. Between training the new students and having to accept the call for an unexpected incident, needless to say, you were done.

You leaned back onto the door of your apartment to close it behind you & let out an exaggerated sigh as you slid down.

“What a day” you said to yourself in a whisper.

Gaining the strength to stand back up, you stumble your way to your room taking off your boots, socks, skirt and shirt. The rest was removed as you got into the hot shower.

The shower resurrected you enough to go find pajamas but, like always, they were all unwashed so you put on a comfy black bra and your high waist black biker shorts. Your apartment felt a little cold so you added a zip up sweater but left it open.

Finally it was the moment you had been waiting for, Time to go to sleep.

You laid down on your giant, comfy couch, put on a movie & dozed off into a deep sleep in a matter of seconds.

12 am

Satoru had been busy as well with meetings & missions. He hadn’t noticed that he didn’t see you the whole day until 12 am.

The relationship between you two was, to put in simple terms, …. Weird. You both had a thing for each other since child hood & everyone else sees it except you two.

Satoru didn’t want to admit his feelings for you but he still worried about you, protected you, felt happy being in your presence and would look forward to being with you. That’s why it worried him when he hadn’t seen you all day. He knew you had gone on a mission & tho you were strong, he still felt it was his duty to protecting you.

He searched for you on campus because he knew you worked late at times but then he came across Shoko who informed him about your whereabouts.

“Shoko have you seen y/n around?” Satoru asked

“She passed by earlier after her mission, she looked beat up but overall fine. I think she went home”

With that info he made a beeline straight to your apartment.

12:40 am

It didn’t take Satoru long to get to you but he stopped for some treats on the way. He could’ve warped into your apartment but if Satoru respected anyone it was you and your relationship with him hasn’t been established, to put it in simpler terms.

He stopped at your door, Apt 307, and knocked.

“Y/nnnnnn! It’s meeeeee! I brought snackksss. Mostly for me because I know you don’t like sweets but it’s the thought that counts”

Silence responded to him.

“Y/n are you here?”

Again, just silence.

Now he was a little worried especially since he remembered what Shoko said about you being pretty beat up.

“Screw this” he whispered before warping into your house.

Once inside, he scanned the room for you, listening & watching to see what was up but he was greeted with the distant sound of the TV on, which calmed him down a little.

He walked in further, past the kitchen, & into your living room as He placed the stuff he bought on the table

The wave of relief he felt seeing you sound asleep on the couch was indescribable.

A small smirk crept up on his face as he watched you sleep.

His worry quickly faded when he noticed your chest ;)

He saw how it would rise & fall with your breathing & how pretty your breast looked as they followed the rising & the falling.

Then he saw you collarbones and they looked so chiseled, moisturized and how they glistened with the lights of the night.

And your neck, oh man, your neck. He loved how out there it was, if he were a vampire you would’ve made your neck his dinner immediately.

Satoru said screw it to whatever was holding him back and found him self hovering over you.

He gently put himself in a straddle position on top of you. One hand finding balance on the head rest of the couch & the other next to your face.

He took in the masterpiece before him & he slowly began to lower his face onto you.

It started with a small kiss behind your ear to test the waters. When you didn’t budge he began trailing kisses down your neck.

He took his time.

Kiss, kiss, inhale, he enjoyed your scent.

Kiss, kiss, now he’s at your collarbones. They smell heavenly.

From left to right, kiss, kiss, inhale. They smell heavenly.

Now he’s on your chest. He loves the way it rises & falls as he plants his kisses.

Kiss , kiss, kiss

Your breathing begins to shallow and he notices your eyebrows furrow along with a soft moan. This excites him even more.

Without a thought he lowers down to your breasts. He loves how they slightly overflow from the black bra you have on.

Satoru contemplates his next move but doesn’t care much for the consequences of what he’s about to do.

Without hesitation he plants kisses on your breast, he might’ve left a hickey on one as well ;)

Your legs slowly start to rub and as much as he would love to keep going, he knows this is his cue to stop. He has taken it a little too far.

Satoru slowly gets up and you shiver from the absence of his body.

He grabs a blanket & placed it on top of you.

Before he leaves, he bends down over you, places one last kiss on your forehead & as swiftly as he came in, he leaves.

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[moosemonstrous]

I never write in the second person, but it seemed to fit, so 🤷

Ghost Rider Pacific Rim AU - Yegor Ivanov's edition

Say, you're in charge of security on a large, well-appointed quasi-military base housing twenty thousand people - mostly J-techs and their families, but also a sizeable assortment of soldiers, scientists, medical staff, relief workers and support crew. It's the most stable job you've ever had. The general populace is just so grateful for the giant robots you deploy to fight the ever-nastier demons crawling out of The Breach, you barely have to pay any attention to actual security part of it. Your subordinates haven't reported a single issue they couldn't deal with themselves in years. The eggheads fight between each other to secure your approval. You have the respect of the international leaders for keeping Hong-Kong off of their priority list. Somehow, in this beautiful, messed up world you managed to carve yourself out an existence most people can only dream of.

And you got there by making a hard decision once, ten years ago. Eli Morrow was a dangerous psychopath and once his usefulness ran its course, it was your responsibility to put him down. Sometimes, one man has to pull the trigger for the good of the many, and that day you pulled the trigger. Figuratively. It was a regrettable situation, but you don't really regret it, because you gave Eli every chance under the sun to pull himself together.

You said it broke your heart, to see what he did to his brother, but secretly you were relieved. You've done many terrible things together, before the monsters stopped being just men in a different uniform. You had a good handle on Eli for so long, you almost forgot that rabid dogs will bite their master's hand given half a chance. If it hadn't been poor Alberto, it would've been you.

You didn't believe for a second Beto's kids turned up on base purely by accident. Call it fate, or karma, or whatever you want, you can't pretend seeing a mirror image of a young Eli in your own damn hangar doesn't strike a chord deep in your chest. It's not a pleasant sensation.

You have no idea what their mother told them - she was smart enough to get out before all hell came loose, so maybe she was also smart enough to keep her mouth shut. The younger one is a non-issue, at least. You forgot he had the--the whatsit, some condition the medical was working on, the hook you had on the Reyeses to keep them on base. You should dig into the files, see if the same hook will work on the older one.

And you need all the hooks you can think of, because you fucked up. You panicked and figured, well, he doesn't know his old man's jaeger is a goddamn death trap kept only because it would be more expensive to take it apart. He doesn't know it killed every recruit to ever step a foot in it. And he's as sentimental as his father was, all wide-eyed at the sight of the machine making up a good portion of your nightmares.

Only Robbie Reyes is a little too much like his uncle, too, because he doesn't. Fucking. Die.

The whole K-Sci department is very excited, of course. The techs aren't. You should've timed yourself better, made sure Canelo and the rest of the old guard were off-shift when you brought Robbie to The Charger. Now they're watching your hands and lowering their voices whenever you step into the hangar. You can't make the problem disappear without someone starting to ask questions. You need to be smarter than that.

If you can't get rid of him, you must learn to control him. He's no Eli Morrow - and you kept a lid on that can of worms for nearly a decade, from boot camp through black ops to TJP. One scowling teenager is nothing. He needs a strong hand and a little misdirection, that's all.

He watches you too, though. Like he already knows. He can't--can he? How? Who would've told him?

That broken eye of his is tripping you up, that's all. A strong hand, and a promise of medical support for the younger one - you will have him asking 'how high' before the next demon is due.

Besides, piloting jaegers is such a dangerous job. Anything could happen out in the sea. You can live through another regrettable loss. You don't think you can live through whatever Robbie Reyes is planning when he looks at you like that.

#Ghost Rider Pacific Rim AU #Yegor Ivanov #robbie reyes #Meanwhile Robbie’s internal monologue consists of 'oh my god is it schizophrenia' on a loop

[oh-myluckystars]

This is a continuation of Day Two. You can read Day Two here or on ao3

Persiens Week: Day Five: My Guinea Pig | read on ao3

Nasiens bent down on the ground and pressed his fingers to Percival’s neck, checking his pulse. It was faint but present.

“He’s not dead, just unconscious.” Nasiens let out a sigh of relief.

But he had to wonder why he had fainted in the first place. The food that Nasiens had eaten was delicious so what had been wrong with what Percival ate?

He looked at the fish that was on the ground next to Percival. It didn’t look raw, in fact it looked like it was cooked quite well, and it smelled delicious too. Nothing was out of sorts, it seemed.

That is, until Nasiens noticed the familiar green liquid oozing out of the fish. There was even a hint of the same green liquid on Percival’s lips. It was a poison that Nasiens recognized as clear as day.

“Belladonna…”

There was belladonna in the fish that Percival had cooked— cooked in the kitchen alone while Nasiens’ was nervously getting ready for their dinner. And if Percival had poisoned himself that meant he had poisoned the entire dinner.

That could only mean one thing; Percival had tried to poison Nasiens.

—

The first thing that Percival saw when he woke up was Nasiens looking at him with such hostility that he hardly even recognized him.

The next thing he realized was that he was bound by ropes on the very same chair that Talisker had been in hours ago.

“Nasiens, what’s going on? Why’d you tie me up?”

Nasiens approached Percival slowly, pointing his dagger at him. “I don’t know, you tell me.”

“I don’t really understand the question…” Percival said, looking at Nasiens in confusion.

He didn’t understand why Nasiens was so angry all of a sudden. It didn’t help that he couldn’t remember what happened during their dinner. But given the circumstances he could only assume he was angry over what happened with Talisker.

“Don’t play dumb, Percival!” Nasiens snapped, inching his weapon dangerously close to Percival. 

“You tried to poison me, just admit it! You tricked me and my sister into thinking you wanted to help us but really you just wanted to get closer to your target, didn’t you?”

“No, that’s not true!” Percival insisted.

“Then why did you do it?”

Nasiens didn’t want to believe that Percival was like the others but the evidence didn’t hang in his favor. With his past partners and guinea pigs he didn’t care much for their motives but now he needed to know. 

Attempting to poison him was unforgivable but what was worse that he had toyed with his heart to do it. Nasiens thought that the feelings between them were mutual but in reality he was just using him.

And if he was going to be humiliated in such an awful way then he needed to know why so Nasiens could punish him accordingly.

“The truth is I did put poison in the food…” Percival admitted and Nasiens’ hand tightened around his weapon, prepared to hurt him. “But I didn’t put any poison in your food, I swear! Only my own!”

“Do you think I would believe such a blatant lie?”

“Please, just let me explain,” Percival said, desperate. Nasiens let out a sigh and slowly lowered his weapon. “Yes, I did put poison in the food. But not to poison you, it was to poison myself.”

Percival broke free from the ropes as he made his declaration, “Because I want to be your new guinea pig.”

“Huh?” Nasiens blinked at him in confusion. 

 “After losing Talisker I told myself I would make it up to you by becoming your new guinea pig.” 

“Will you let me?”

—

“Are you sure about this?”

“I’m sure.” Percival nodded.

Nasiens had accepted Percival’s offer to allow him to be his new guinea pig but it was mostly because he felt bad about their misunderstanding. 

Not to mention when he looked into Percival’s pleading eyes he just couldn’t bring himself to say no.

And now the plan was to turn Percival into a giant like Delores and they would go from there to find a poison that would return the both of them back to their original size.

“But are you absolutely sure about this?” Nasiens asked again, fiddling with the needle in his hand. “I know you feel bad about losing Talisker but you don’t have to do this. And if things don’t go well… you could die.”

“I’m sure I won’t.” Percival said with a smile.

“But—”

Percival grabbed Nasiens’ hand. “Nasiens, I believe in you so believe in yourself too, okay?”

It wasn’t that Nasiens didn’t believe in himself. In fact, he was certain that he had mixed the ingredients to perfection. But that was only this time. Who could say what would happen the next time?

He never cared about what happened to his other guinea pigs but Percival was different.

Nasiens quickly injected the solution into Percival’s arm. Before he could pull the needle back, Percival’s body grew in an instant. Nasiens held onto Percival tightly as they ascended to the sky. 

“Nasiens!” 

Nasiens opened his eyes and Percival scooped him up into the palms of his hands. “See, it worked! Look how big I am!”

“Yes, you’re right. You’re the perfect guinea pig. I guess I should’ve listened to you…” Nasiens smiled dryly.

“What’s wrong, Nasiens?”

“It’s just… I’m really sorry about everything that happened, Percival…” Nasiens said, scratching the back of his neck. 

“I’m sorry for assuming that you were trying to poison me back then… I should’ve known you wouldn’t do something like that,” Nasiens looked up at Percival, hesitant. “But it’s not because I don’t trust you! It’s because in the past I’ve been hurt by my guinea pigs and assistants. And it made me jump to conclusions, I’m sorry…”

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it.” Percival smiled. 

“Are you sure?” Nasiens asked for what felt like the 10th time that day.

“I’m sure.” Percival nodded. 

Nasiens understood now how Percival felt after he lost Talisker. Even though Percival had insisted that everything was okay, his heart wouldn’t be satisfied until he showed Percival that he could trust him again.

“Is there anything I could do to make it up to you?” 

As if on cue Percival’s stomach growled loudly, echoing throughout the gorge. “Oh, I know! Why don’t you make us dinner tonight?”

“Is that what you want?”

Percival nodded. “I’ll hunt and you can cook! How does that sound?”

“Fine by me.” Nasiens said with a shrug. 

Percival placed Nasiens on his shoulder and ran into the forest to find something for them to eat for the night. Nasiens smiled, leaning his head against Percival.

“You’re the strangest guinea pig I’ve ever had but I don’t know… I like that about you.”

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