#but. Overall. I am a little bit pleased with the sound

[romancefranaticstay]

Breed

Bangchan!husband x Fem!reader!wife

Category: smut, fluff

Warnings: Breedingkink and overall smut

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

You knew immediately that Bangchan wanted children, you could see it in his actions. He always looked at baby clothes, sometimes read books about babies.

Bangchan had friends who already had children and he was always allowed to babysit. You were married for one year and a half. You also wanted children, but you didn't want to rush into anything. Today you want to make his wish come true...

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'Baby?' you gently kneaded his shoulders.

"Can I talk to you?"

Bangchan was in his studio producing some music.

"Of course baby."

He turned his chair around so you were facing each other.

'I want to have children.'

Bangchan heart skipped a beat. He waited for this moment for so long.

"I know you want that too, so... what do you say?"

You were afraid for a second that you had said something wrong because he was quiet. Even though you didn't know how happy he was.

He stood up and grabbed your hand. He connected your lips together. His kiss was tender and he wanted to take it easy this night, so that you would definitely get pregnant.

“You don’t know how happy you make me Y/N.” he whispered softly in your ear.

He started biting your earlobe playfully. He picked you up and went to your bedroom.

He gently placed you on your shared bed. He started undressing fairly quickly. When he was completely naked he kissed you a few more times before taking off your clothes one by one.

Seeing him so naked was already turning you on, but Bangchan wanted to make sure you were wet enough. He positioned himself in front of your pussy and began to suck on it sweetly. He held your thighs. He started sucking it wildly until you came.

Just seeing your reaction made him start to get hard. He loved to please you. He leaned on his arms above you. He kissed your whole face. You started stroking his dick. You heard him whimpering above you. He pinned both of your arms above your head. He positioned his member at your entrance.

The tip of his cock teased your wet entrance. He slid in with ease. His thumbs caressed your cheeks with care. He slowly started pumping into you.

You felt exposed as your arms were pinned down. He continued to caress you. He kissed you, he sucked your neck, he left hickeys. He also started to gently suck and nibble on your nipples. The sounds you made stimulated him more and more. His rhythm started to speed up. He let go of your hands so you could hold onto his neck. Your legs were shaking from the tension. After every second he started to speed up a little, more and more.

You were about to cum. You faltered on your words.

"B-baby, I am about t-to cum."

'Just a little bit more baby.' he whispered in your ears.

His pace fastened, you couldn't hold on much longer. Your back arched, you threw your head back. He loved to edge you. The sweet words he whispered actually made it difficult to keep up. He stroked your hair.

'Cum for me baby.'

Your legs shook for a moment and you fell onto the bed. Bangchan kept going but came shortly after. He made sure that not a single drop was wasted.

'Take it all, princess.'

He kissed your forehead and he hugged your body. Your head lay on his chest, he gently caressed your shoulders with the tip of his fingers.

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Sometimes it happens that you are pregnant from the first time, unfortunately that was not your case, but that was not that bad for you.

You were waiting in the bathroom for the results. You were a bit nervous. Bangchan was waiting outside. You looked at your watch and saw that it was time to check. You stood still for a moment... you checked a few more times to see if what you saw was true.

You were pregnant... it was such a strange feeling knowing that a little person would be growing in your belly for the next 9 months. You stepped outside and looked into Bangchan's eyes. Tears rolled down. He hugged you and rocked you.

"Shh, we can always try again."

You shook your head.

'No?'

He cupped your face and looked at you. '

I am pregnant.' you smiled throught your tears.

His eyes widened and he softly hugged you (to make sure he doesn't hurt the baby.) '

We are going to be parents.' he said softly.

'You are going to be a dad.'

'You are going to be a mom.' '

We are going to have our own little family.'

For all those who were gifted little angels

i wish them health, physically and mentally

i wish them to have a precious life

i wish them a happy journey through life

xoxo

Rachel

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[abbyshands]

abby drabbles for vday <3

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a/n; hey, all, happy valentine’s :) i was originally gonna have a fic for this but i was only able to do a few drabbles today &&& i don’t like any of them but it’s fine. also, woeeefully i have carpal tunnel, so with that and me needing to focus more on speaking out on palestine, fics will be more inconsistent (dw btw i am very much fine, just need to rest my hands <3 [which i obv did not do when i wrote all of these so quickly!])

♡ INCLUDES: sub!cam girl!abby bench pressing w/a vibe between her legs, dom!rival prosecutor!abby fucking you in her office, sub!football abby x dom!nerdy!reader

P.S.; please keep in mind that palestine is very much still bleeding. please look at the below links to learn of ways that you can help the people in gaza, and how you can learn more about this ongoing issue overall. please don't stay in the dark about this: like each post, reblog them, etc. if you like my work, then i am asking, demanding you to take the side that i'm on. free 🇵🇸, always.

LINKS: ways you can help | 🇵🇸 masterpost | MORE ways you can help I places to boycott, and families you can help escape | learn more

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a/n; ib by this post! <3

♡ imagine cam girl!abby, 185 pound barbell in her veiny hands as she pumps the load up and down, muscles flexing under the pressure. her face is red, body slick with sweat as her figure caves. you’re looking at her from the end of the bench, poised between her legs as you watch her workout. you crank the setting of the vibrator up for a third time, feeling your own heat build up as you listen to her whine and whimper. “come on, baby. just a few more reps for me, you got it,” you coo, knowing how close she is, hands weakening as the pleasure bubbling up in her core battles to take control. her filming camera’s in your hands, the one she used to go live and make videos with on a daily basis. you pan it to the wet spot that’s visible on her gym shorts, the smirk on your lips widening as the view nearly makes you drool. “look at her. so pretty like this, such a desperate girl,” you whisper more to yourself than to abby, earning a whorish whine from her lips as she pushes the bar above her head again and again. “mmm, s’that feel good, baby?” you coo as you bring a finger up to rub her over her soaked bottoms. abby’s face scrunches as she throws you a bit of an attitude. “y- you know it does,” she nearly snapped at you, and you can’t help but laugh. “hear that? she’s getting bratty with me,” you say, making sure to zoom in on her shaking legs as you give her thigh a small slap, earning a yelp from abby. you know full well her fans are going to go wild for this video, perhaps even more than you. when abby finishes her reps, body too weak to go on, you prop the camera up beside yourselves and place your hands on the sides of abby’s thighs. “good girl. did so well for me, didn’t you?” you ask, the only other noise being the buzzing of the vibe and the sound of abby’s little whimpers. “y- yes, ma’am, i did. n- now please let me cum,” she begs, and you feel merciful. you crank the vibe to the highest setting, and apply more pressure to her pussy with your fingers. you thumb her clit in circles, and watch as abby’s abdomen begins to tense. you push her shorts out of the way for better access, and remove the vibe to pump your index and ring into her soaked pussy, fingering her like a fucking pro. “f- fuck, so close, please, don’t stop,” she whines, and it’s not long before you’ve got the cam girl drenching your fingers in her cum, hips bucking for both you and the camera as it captures every little second <3

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♡ imagine rival prosecutor!abby, who you just won a huge case to, grabbing you by the wrist the second she could, and yanking you into her office. she was bending you over her desk at a rapid speed like she had so many times in the past, forcing you to take the seven inch strap that’s considerably a part of her at this point. “fucking whore. always fucking up my cases. let me show you how that, fuck,” she says as she thrust into you, deep, “fucking feels.” you only get to feel her when you make her lose a case, being the only way she can properly get her anger out. sometimes, you almost want to lose your cases on purpose. “well, maybe you should do your job better,” you challenge her, and, god, she does not like that. she grabs you by the neck as she pounds into you from behind, thick fingers digging marks into your skin. “don’t talk to me like that,” abby remarks as she pushes herself as deep inside you as she can possibly go. she’s so down and dirty with you, using your body like a toy, then discarding you until the next time she loses a case. “f- fuck, a- abby,” she’s got you stuttering soon enough, brain foggy with your own arousal. abby quickens her pace the second she can feel you getting closer to your high, chuckling. “yeah, you like that, huh? get so cockdrunk off this dick every time,” abby grunted. when your moans get too loud to the point where she thinks you’ll make the whole office hear, her large hand covers your lips, muffling those sweet, little noises. “shhh, shhh, baby. you’re my whore, mine alone. don’t want anyone else to hear those cute moans of yours,” she teases. soon enough, she’s got you soaking her cock in your cum, a whiny mewl of her name muffled by the hold she has on your lips. once you’re finished, she very briefly cleaned you up. but then, once she was done, negligence. “abby—“ you begin, ready to beg her for a little more of her attention. but she cuts you short. “none of that. you know this, sweetheart. i’ll fuck you when i lose.”

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a/n; very much inspired by this :3

♡ imagine sub!football!abby (x nerdy!reader) winning the last game of her season. there’s an after party, of course there is, but the buff girl who’s dominant in every aspect of her life, almost, can’t resist spending some time with her girlfriend first. “yeah, honey. played so well for me, didn’t you?” you coo as abby grinds her pussy desperately into your body, your hands digging into her hips. abby’s gorgeous nipples are bouncing up and down before you, perfect, and you make sure to take one of them into your mouth whenever one’s close enough to your face. “mmm, f- fuck, i did, baby, i did,” she moans, voice needy as she thrusts her naked body into your own. the friction she feels from the denim material of your jeans drives her crazy, rubbing up on her clit in the best way possible. your glasses fog up each time you pull her down for a sloppy, wet kiss, tongue dancing with hers as she grinds her pussy into you, desperate. “such a good girl. that’s it, reward yourself, baby,” you encourage her as she goes on, rutting herself into you. she moans as your pants brush up on her clit, burying her face into your neck to bite it, stifling the whiny moans falling from her lips. your hands grab her ass, gripping it as she pushes herself against you as hard as she could. “f- fuck, i love you so much, love you so much,” abby lets out in a whiny moan, easily making you smile. when you’ve got her on the brink, you take one of her breasts into your mouth, tongue swirling skillfully around her nipple. you give her a few small slaps on the ass as she chases her high, cumming all over your jeans in the end. you smile as you cup her reddened cheek, kissing the tip of her nose as she panted out heavily above you. “there’s my football star.”

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#abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson smut #abby anderson fan fiction #tlou smut #tlou2 smut #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson fic #abby anderson imagine #tlou abby #abby tlou #abby anderson x reader smut #abby anderson tlou2 #tlou abby x reader

[rodolfoparras]

Corruption kink with Noir where he's so gentlemanly and polite and we (being the pervert we are) wanna crack that surface and make him so horny and drunk on pleasure he can't think clearly enough to be a gentleman anymore

Lights, Camera, Action

Pairing: Spider-Man Noir x Top Male Reader

Content tags: 18+, MINORS DNI, Sub!Noir, Dom! Male reader, corruption kink, accidental voyeurism, alluded gun play, power dynamics (Noir’s a detective, reader is a criminal), riding, rimming, alluded oral sex, non consensual recording

A/N: corruption kink is on my wont write list since it’s not really my thing but I’m ok with this pair’s dynamic so I decided to give this a try (and added my own little spin to this)! However pls make sure to read my list before requesting! Also I tried a different style of writing here since I really wanted to expand on the elements mentioned in Detective’s work. Anyway I hope you enjoy!

Ever since Noir entered the police academy he’s dreamt of making a name for himself.

He just never thought it would be this way, sat in front of three burley men known as disciplinary officers, watching what’s supposed to be interrogation tapes but were anything but that.

“This is detective Noir at New York Police department. Today’s date is Wednesday, March 13th 1934. The time is 08:45 AM. This will be a recorded conversation with…..”

It’s clear that Noir’s nervous, you can hear it in his voice, can see it in the way he’s constantly straightening out his uniform, even in the way he’s adjusting his glasses and rearranging things on the table.

You’re seated opposite to him and despite the bright orange uniform you’re wearing and the cuffs around your wrists, you’re smiling while listening to him.

“Could you tell me a bit about where you were…”

When Noir first got tasked with this job, he couldn’t believe his ear.

He’d just graduated from the police academy, barely made a place for himself at the station before he’d been assigned to deal with the most prominent criminal plaguing the city.

He was very well aware of the name you’ve made for yourself, reminded himself even to be careful when starting to work on your case.

He just never thought things would turn out this way.

The tape freezes for just a second before it starts playing again, this time showing Noir perched on your lap, uniform long discarded onto the floor and voice hoarse as he desperately tries to make himself cum.

“Please please” Noir sobs out while practically bouncing on your cock.

You’re still sat in your chair, wearing the very same overalls as before just with your bottom half pulled down to expose your cock. Your arms are still cuffed but pulled behind your back and you’re sporting the very same grin on your face while facing the camera lens.

“You can do it doll, I know you can” you say, eyes half lidded and mouth agape, sounding relaxed as ever as if you didn’t have the head detective of your case riding your dick.

And really that’s all it takes for Noir to start unraveling, coming with a cry spilling all over your overalls and his abdomen.

The recording’s abruptly cut off, his pulse is roaring in his ears, shaky breathes escaping his lips as he scrambles his brain for something to say.

But just as he’s about to say something, another tape starts playing

You’re in the same room as before but this time Noir’s sat on the table rather than on the chair. He appears much more confident, arms folded over his chest and looking down at the notes next to him.

So far the interrogations are going well , everyone’s amazed with just how much information the newbie is able to get. When asked about it Noir says that confidence is key, you can even see it oozing from him in the recordings.

But this is just a facade. His arms are folded over his chest to hide the sweat stains. He’s sat on the table in hopes of disguising the tent he’s sporting in his pants while staring down at his notes to avoid your burning gaze.

“Alright, we talked briefly about….”

You’re still sitting in the same chair, looking just as relaxed as before, even appearing intrigued with the interrogation or rather the interrogator.

Your cuffed hands are resting on the table, the overalls you’re wearing clearly straining as you lean closer to him, while your eyes trail along the length of his body.

Once again the tape freezes before it starts playing again, this time showing Noir with his ass up in the air, chest flush against the table. His hands are behind his back, fingers parting his cheeks while you’re tonguing his puckered hole.

“Please please-” Noir slurs out while erratically bucking up against your mouth.

“Tell me what you want pretty,” you say as you pull away and he almost sobs at the loss of contact.

“Let me cum, please, please I need it,”

The camera’s a bit further away, video lacking color but it doesn’t take much to see he’s got flushed cheeks, drool dripping down his chin as he desperately chases his release.

Theres a string of words he wants to say as an officer turn off the tape, a flux of emotions bubbling up in his gut as he takes in the disgusted expressions of the people that once admired him , a burning need to walk up and take the tape away as he digs his nails into the palms of his hand but before he can do so the officer puts in another one.

There’s no video, only an audio recording, no introduction this time around, no question being read out loud. It’s almost like the people aren’t even aware that they’re being recorded.

That’s when it hits him, they must’ve secretly been recording you and him. They being the police squad. They had started to get suspicious, huge parts of the footage from the interrogations had started to go missing, suspicions rose even more when he had requested to stop all recordings so they had to decide the bug the room while Noir was holding an interrogation.

Hushed words sound through the speaker, then there’s the sound of something shuffling around, accompanied with squelching before he hears you speaking.

“Fuck, you wouldn’t even care if you got your head blown off huh?” You say whilst laughing hysterically in disbelief.

There’s more squelching sounds, more shuffling around, a groan leaving your lips that’s being picked up by the mic.

“Just like that keep going ah fuck!,”

His gaze meets the officers’ as he hears you say

“What would the officers think if they saw you like this?”

#spider noir #spider noir x reader #spider noir x male reader #top male reader #bottom male character #dom male reader #sub male character #Alec writes #into the spiderverse #across the spiderverse

[prettyinpurplelights]

hii ur writing is SOO SOO good im practically going insane over ur mbappe writings. could u pls write smth about mbappe being sick and reader having to take care of him but he's just enjoying being a brat and clinging to reader ? like imagine taking care of this manchild. imagine the HAVOC he would wreck if he didn't get a kiss from his gf

HOUR OF NEED

Heyy, thank you for your lovely words, means so much 🫶🏿 hope this is okay!

“You’re leaving me here all by myself? This is your fault.” Your boyfriend sniffles, pouting as you put on your jacket, ready to leave the house.

“I warned you about kissing me last week when I was sick.”

“But your mouth was so nice and warm.”

“And now here we are.”

“So you’re going to abandon me in my hour of need?”

“Kylian, it’s just a cold. You’ll survive.” You roll your eyes.

“I hope you know those may be your last words to me. Ever! Who knows if I’ll still be alive and breathing when you get back.” He shivers dramatically and you grab your bag, placing your phone in your coat pocket.

“I spent all day yesterday playing nurse Ky, I have to go to the office.”

“And you think if nurses just left their patients before they got better, anyone would recover?”

“You are a ridiculous man Kylian Mbappe. You have a runny nose and a high temperature, just keep hydrated and take your pills. I’ll see you at 6.” You reach over to kiss his forehead and he rolls over and pulls the covers high over his head.

“You don’t deserve to kiss me.” His voice his muffled under the blankets and you laugh.

“Whatever you big baby.” You call as you shut the bedroom door behind you.

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“So if we push the campaign from this angle, I think the overall engagement would-“

PING!

Your phone buzzes for the hundredth time in the last 10 minutes since you started giving your pitch to the newest clients at your firm. You reach for your phone to turn it off, apologising profusely, when it starts ringing and you see your boyfriend’s face lighting up the screen.

“I’m so sorry, I just have to take this very quickly, I really apologise.” You hold your hands in a prayer sign before scrambling out of the office with the phone to your ear.

“Kylian, what the hell do you want.”

“Y/N…” his voices sounds strained and breathless, and you immediately begin to worry.

“Kyky? Baby what’s wrong?”

“I just…can you…” He coughs violently and you wince. He really doesn’t sound good, and you feel start to feel a little guilty for leaving him alone. “Can you…come home please? E…Emergency.” He croaks out that last part, as though he doesn’t have the energy to do anything else.

“Oh baby. I’ll be there as soon as I can okay? I’m sorry for not taking you seriously. I’m leaving the office as soon as I can.”

“Thank you,” he breathes before hanging up abruptly and you think the absolute worst. Maybe it wasn’t just a cold, maybe it was something worse, and now he’s alone and confused and deteriorating. You head back into the conference room, chewing on the inside of your cheek anxiously.

“Everything okay Y/N?” Your boss asks.

“Yes, ummm, it’s just my boyfriend is really ill right now, and he’s just called me and he doesn’t sound too good so I’m a bit worried that’s all. But we can get this pitch finished up and I’ll go and quickly see him on my lunch break-“

“Kylian is ill?” He says, shocked as if you’d just told him his own mother on was on her death bed. “Oh no, you must go to him right away. We have the PowerPoint and your notes, Lisa can finish your pitch.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes of course, I hope he makes a speedy recovery.”

“Thank you so much, and I really am sorry.” You disconnect your laptop from the hdmi cable connected to the project and slide it into your handbag.

“Don’t worry about it Y/N, please let us know how he’s doing tomorrow, you don’t have to come in if he’s still not feeling well.” He smiles. You thank him one last time before rushing out of the office and down to the elevator to the underground car park. You barely lock your seatbelt in place before hightailing it out of the building.

“Kylian!” You yell as soon as you make it back into the apartment. You drop your bag at the door and hurry up the steps, taking them two at time. It’s not long before you’re bursting into the bedroom. “Ky, baby what’s wrong? Have your symptoms gotten worse?” You sit on the bed, taking his sweaty face into your hands. “I’m sorry for leaving you baby.”

“You’re back.” He croaks.

“Of course,” you sigh leaning in to kiss him and he lets you this time. “What was so urgent?”

“I…the bistro is out of chicken soup and I really want some chicken soup, I was wondering if you could make some for me please?” You drop his head, and he falls back onto the pillow violently.

“Ouch!” He moans, rubbing his head.

“Kylian…” you close your eyes, your right hand pressing on the bridge of your nose. “Kylian, do not tell me you pulled me out of work because you want FUCKING SOUP!”

“I missed you too?” He pouts.

“Kylian! I was in an important meeting with my boss!”

“The one that’s the PSG fan? I’ll have someone send him some tickets to our next game, he’ll be fine.” You roll your eyes.

“Of course that’s why he let me leave the office without hesistation….but that’s not the point Ky!”

“Look babe, I’m sorry for making you leave work.” He doesn’t look sorry in the slightest and it pisses you off even more. “But I mean…you’re here now? So…”

“So???”

He opens his arms, his eyes wide as he smiles. “Come spend the day in bed with me.” You throw a pillow at him, landing in the space his open arms created, before storming out of the room.

“Where are you going?” He calls out.

“To make YOUR FUCKING SOUP!“ you shout back. “Tu es un putain d’idiot!”

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You feel someone’s arms wrap around you as you’re stirring the soup and you shrug your shoulders.

“Get off me Kylian.” You mumble.

“Are you mad at me?” He asks, holding you tighter as he presses a kiss into your neck.

“Kylian Mbappe Lottin, I’m within an arms reach of very sharp objects. Get the fuck off me.”

“No.” He insists, burying his head further into your neck. “I want to hug you. I read somewhere hugs and kisses when you’re sick are very healing.” He moves from behind you to stand by your side, his arms around your shoulders instead, leaning forward with his eyes closed and lips pursed. You shove the teaspoon you were using to taste the soup into his mouth instead and push him off you as you untie your apron and place it on the work surface.

“You can keep your kisses. I’m not trying to get sick again.”

“You kissed me earlier when you came back?”

“Yeah when I thought you were on your death bed you manipulative man child.”

“Oh Y/N, come on!” He whines, stomping his feet. “I’m not a baby.” You look at his stomping foot and raise an eyebrow. He stops and his lips turn up in a little smile. “Okay fine, maybe I am a baby. But I’m your baby. And your baby is sick and needs you. He needs your kisses. Desperately or he might drop to the floor right now.”

“Drop. I don’t care, I’m not kissing you.”

“But I said I’m sorry!” He groans.

“And you’re forgiven. But I’m not kissing you. I don’t want to get sick again.”

“Actually,” he says, coming up to you as you reach into a cabinet above the sink to grab two bowls. “Since I caught this cold from you, it’s the same strain, and you can’t catch a cold twice with the same strain of virus. So you can kiss me as much as you want.”

“And since when did you become Dr. Mbappe.”

“I did some reading in the 3 hours you abandoned me.” You slide past him and start serving up the soup in the bowls.

“Good for you.”

He takes the bowls from you and sets them on the island before backing you up against the counter. The blanket around his shoulders falls to the floor as he rests his arms either side of you on the granite worktop, trapping your body between his.

“Just one kiss.” He whispers against your lips, his face barely an inch from yours. “Please. Just one.”

“Fine.” You press your lips against his lightly, ready to pull away but his hands cage your face, and he presses his lips harder against yours, deepening the kiss. You both pull away eventually breathless, your hand around his neck.

“Better?” You ask in a low voice.

“I’m cured.” He murmurs, before he suddenly recoils and sneezes all over your face.

“DUDE!” You shout, pushing him away as you reach for a tissue.

“Well, almost cured.” He laughs, stopping when he sees your stone cold expression, your eyes shooting daggers at him. You shove his bowl of soup into his chest and go to sit on the sofa with yours. You soon feel Kylian snuggle up next to you, lying down dramatically with his hand over his forehead.

“I suddenly feel weak and dizzy, I don’t think I can hold myself up Y/N.”

“What? You want me to feed you the soup now?”

“If you insist.” He smirks.

“You are unbelievable,” You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling too as you pick up the bowl and hold a spoonful to his lips.

“I also think a kiss in between each spoonful will really help speed up my recovery process.” He nods as he slurps the soup from the spoon.

“You know what, you should legally change your name to Mbaby.”

“Haha funny.” He retorts. He points to the soup, then his lips before opening his mouth wide. You intentionally put the bowl down and pull out your phone, flipping the camera to selfie mode and holding it up so both you and Kylian are in the frame simultaneously.

“Look at this big baby here,” You start, as you press the live option on your instagram. “Big boy Kylian Mbappe lying here while I feed him soup because he’s got a little cold he can’t handle.” Kylian reaches up to grab your phone but you leap from the sofa to the other side of the coffee table.

“Y/N, turn it off.”

“Oh look,” you say into the camera. “Suddenly he has the energy to get up. You should’ve seen him merely a few seconds ago guys, acting as though he had the plague.”

“Y/N, I’m warning you.”

You laugh as you read some of the comments from the fans on your live, getting louder as you see one from his teammate.

“Ky, Achraf said stop being such a pussy!”

“That’s it!” Kylian says before leaping over the table, but you’re a tad quicker than he is, dodging his lunge and making a break for it into the kitchen. “Cut the live Y/N, or I swear-“

“Or what?” You taunt, flipping the camera so it’s facing him as he stares you down from the other end of the island in the middle of the kitchen. You quickly slip through the door and up the steps before he can reach you, but Kylian proves himself to be one of the fastest men in the world once again because he’s grabbing onto your shirt just as you reach the top of the steps pulling you to the floor, his full weight on top of you as you raise your arm as high as you can out of his reach.

“Okay guys, I have to go, it’s time to feed baby Kyky his cough syrup.” You say just as Kylian grabs the phone out of your hand and turns it off.

“Looks like you’re suddenly feeling better hmm?” You tease, laughing.

“You…” He starts but his sentence trails and he pulls the blanket over his mouth before sneezing into it loudly. He sniffs, rolling over so he’s lying next to you, wheezing and breathless. “You’re so lucky I’m ill. Once this cold is gone, you’re dead.”

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Tried to make it a bit fluffy, I feel like it probably wasn’t that fluffy aksjsksk enjoy ! <3

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[nothorses]

Wait do most guys on t not 'get soaking wet'? I mean I've always 'overlubed' a bit, but but I've been on t a little while now and I feel like I get wetter now than I used to, which is saying a lot. Am I that abnormal?

I'd say it's abnormal in the sense that it's not the common experience, but I don't think that means you need to be concerned about it.

"Vaginal atrophy" means a lot of things, but essentially, it's the same thing that happens during menopause (which also means that resources for people experiencing menopause are often helpful to people with vaginas on testosterone HRT). The hormones that keep that tissue healthy are no longer present in the way they used to be, so the tissue is atrophying over time.

My personal experience has been that while my libido went up & I experience arousal more frequently/intensely, my body's physical response to arousal- lubrication & relaxation of pelvic muscles for easier penetration- is pretty significantly reduced, and takes a lot longer to happen to the degree that I need it to in order for penetration to be comfortable. i.e., I am dryer and tighter. I also have found that I'm dryer overall, and sometimes feel itchy because of that; a little lube helped me go about my day when it first started happening, now I don't really notice it.

During my last pap smear, my doctor noted minor redness, inflammation, and irritation, which she said was typical of folks on testosterone HRT & wasn't anything to worry about. The skin is more delicate and easier to irritate, and that's about all.

You might be experiencing some but not all of the symptoms of vaginal atrophy, or you might be experiencing them more mildly, or you might be early enough in the process that it hasn't been noticeable yet. If you feel like you're actually lubricating more than you used to before HRT, I would also wonder if maybe your libido is just higher? But I'm not a doctor, let alone your doctor, and I have no way of making a worthwhile guess here.

If you're getting the changes you went on T for, like... "vaginal atrophy" is not typically one of the desirable changes anyway, and unless you actively want that, you probably don't need to worry about it. You can and should talk to a doctor if you're feeling concerned about any of this at all, though- I'm just sharing my own personal experiences.

Also, for everyone reading this:

"Vaginal atrophy" can sound scary, but

It's normal and natural, and it happens to everyone with a vagina who gets old enough for menopause to start,

It's entirely- and easily!- treatable, and

It's a reversible effect of testosterone HRT, and things will return to normal given a little time should you ever choose to stop.

You might consider asking your doctor about topical estrogen cream if you want to reverse the effects of vaginal atrophy without interfering with your T. This is also a common treatment for folks who go through menopause.

There are lubes out there specifically for folks experiencing vaginal atrophy as well; they're designed not to irritate fragile skin, and they can be helpful if you're experiencing a stinging sensation during penetration with normal lube (though again, talk to your doctor!! Please!!)

And as a side note: some people who go on T experience cramping (a lot like menstrual cramps) after a few years, and you can also often treat this with topical estrogen cream. I had some pretty severe recurring cramping that went away after a few weeks using topical estrogen cream. If a doctor tries to tell you that the only way to stop this cramping is by getting a hysterectomy, I would consider researching topical estrogen cream and getting a second opinion.

And lastly:

Talk to you doctor!!

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[harrywavycurly]

Fake Husband Eddie Munson AU Part 3: Not Him

Part 1: here

Part 2: here

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A/N: I have one more little epilogue type update for this little story and really I’m so glad y’all enjoyed it and I hope you’re happy with the ending ✨

*Eddie just knows he’s not leaving until you forgive him*

“You’re such an idiot.” Eddie mumbles to himself as he rushes up the steps of your front porch. “God how the fuck do I fix this?” He asks himself as he runs a hand over his face and lets out a sigh. “Just tell her the truth.” He whispers as he reaches into the pocket of his work overalls and pulls out the skull ring the bartender tossed at him.

“What exactly is the truth Eddie?” You watch him jump at the sound of your voice and you have to hold back from laughing because he nearly dropped the ring that he held in the palm of his hand. You stand up from your rocking chair so you can lean against the railing crossing your arms over your chest. Eddie turns his body so he’s facing you and he feels his heart drop when he sees your eyes are glossy and red letting him know you had been crying and it was all because of him.

“I’m so sorry.” You roll your eyes as Eddie takes a small step towards you. “I don’t even know how it happened.” Eddie tries to find the words to explain himself but he’s coming up short as he rubs at the back of his neck.

“I can tell you exactly how it happened.” Your voice is harsh as you stare Eddie right in the eyes as you stand up straight and take a step towards him all of a sudden making your front porch feel extremely small. “You got so caught up in whatever you were doing at work that you forgot about me.” Eddie doesn’t miss the way your voice cracks a bit as you speak making him look down at his feet because looking at you when you’re on the verge of tears is too much for him. “Wanna know how I know that? Because this isn’t the first time someone’s forgotten about me because something more important came up …so please tell me Eddie…what was it that got you so distracted?” You watch him lift his head up but instead of looking at you he turns his head so he’s look in the direction of his van that’s parked in your driveway.

“A minivan.” You almost don’t hear him due to his voice being almost a whisper. You just nod your head as you let out a scoff making Eddie look at you and the way your porch light glows he’s able to see a few tears escape your eyes.

“A minivan? Really?” Eddie tries to close the space between the two of you but you’re quick to take a few steps backwards away from him. “I told myself I wouldn’t do this again.” You watch Eddie reach his hand out for you but you just shake your head and cross your arms over your chest.

“Do what?” He asks as he watches you look down at your feet.

“Be with someone who doesn’t care about me or…have time for me.” Eddie feels like his heart is about to break into a million pieces because he knows who you’re comparing him to and it kills him because he knows just how poorly Jason treated you and he doesn’t ever want you to think he’s anything like him.

“I do care about you and I absolutely have time for you.” Eddie needs you to hear him so he bends down so you’ll look him in the eyes. “I am so sorry sweetheart…I swear it won’t happen again…I’m not him okay? I had tonight circled on my calendar and everything.” You just let out a huff as you wipe your eyes.

“Yet you still didn’t show up.” Eddie knows he deserves this, it’s his fault he didn’t make sure he got off work in time to meet you at the Hideout by six, but it doesn’t make it hurt any less seeing you upset at him. “Just go home Eddie.” You whisper as you take a seat back in your rocking chair as you look down at your hands in your lap.

“No.” Is all he says before he’s closing the distance between the two of you and dropping to his knees right in front of you and picking up your right hand in his so he can place his skull ring back on your ring finger. “I’m not going anywhere…call Hopper if you want but I’m not leaving.” You look from the ring to his eyes as he gives you a little smile. “I fucked up but I swear…it won’t happen again and honestly I’d be fine with proving that to you for the rest of our lives but…that seems like a little much to say considering we haven’t even had our first date yet.” You just shake your head as a soft laugh escapes you making Eddie smile.

“Whose fault is that huh?” Your voice is playful as you look back down at the ring on your finger.

“Oh it’s my fault…but I’m here now so…what do you say? Will you let me take you somewhere?” You can hear how hopeful he is and you know in your heart he isn’t anything like Jason and he’d never hurt you intentionally.

“Okay.” Eddie smiles as he brings his hands up to cup your face. “Don’t make me regret this.” You whisper as you lean into his touch and Eddie just nods and leans in to place a kiss to your forehead.

“You won’t..I promise.” You smile as he kisses your cheeks. “Oh and one more thing.” You raise an eyebrow as he drops his hands from your face so he can grab your hand that has his ring on it. “I’m going to need you to stop trying to give this back to me.” He explains as he twirls the skull ring around on your finger a few times.

“Then I need you to stop being an asshole and never make me sit in a bar for two hours waiting for you ever again.” Eddie just nods his head as he places your hands back in your lap.

“Deal.” With that he leans in and places a kiss to your lips making you smile as he pulls away. “Now how about we go have ourselves a first date Mrs. Munson.” You just laugh as he stands up and reaches his hand out to help you out of your chair.

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[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[7:33 pm]

(cw: reader is pregnant, mentions of throwing up, mood swings, “asshole”)

Everyday was getting more and more exhausting the closer you got to your due date. Your feet hurt, your back ached, the cravings drove you crazy, and the mood swings were hard to deal with. Starting the day off earlier than you would have liked certainly didn’t help since you couldn’t get back to sleep with the little limbs moving like it was the middle of the day and not 6 in the morning.

It was like any little thing was close to ending you into a rage. Remembering you had to drink decaf when you were so tired just annoyed you, there was nothing good playing on tv, your leftovers for lunch didn’t heat up well, and no position you sat in eased the aching you felt in your bones which was not helped by constantly getting up to pee. On top of all of this it was just so warm in the apartment, so humid and gross feeling- overall just not a great day.

And poor Haechan, if you were in a better mood you might be able to appreciate him more, but not today. You were annoyed when he strolled into the kitchen with his usually endearing bed head at 10, clearly having been able to comfortably sleep in. The scent of his coffee wafted through the whole house making your mouth water, watching his YouTube and laughing, and he was able to walk around and lift things to finish setting up the nursery. Yesterday you had been happy to receive your usual forehead kiss and watch him work on getting the nursery finished up, but today was not the day. You could feel your anger building up more and more the next thing to annoy you was probably going to send you over the edge.

You were laid on the couch borderline glaring at a commercial when a sweaty smelling Haechan waltzed in and sat at the very end of the couch. He reached for you and pushed your feet slightly to the side to reach over and rub your stomach. Unfortunately, the baby decided to move as much as they could causing an aching pain in your lower back and a sudden shortness of breath. You could feel your throat tighten and your breathing got heavier and faster. You felt a pressure at the back of your eyes right before you started cry.

Haechan’s eyes widened, “My love, what’s wrong?”

You sat up, wiping away the endless stream of tears while you managed to get out, “Why are you touching me? It’s so hot and you made the baby move and now my back hurts even more. I was just getting comfy and you ruined it.”

“I’m so sorry my love,” he replied tentatively, easing himself down from the couch to crouch in front of you.

“You just smell so bad, I want to throw up, and my lunch wasn’t good, and they must hate me because everything on tv is just so bad today. Today is the worst day of my life,” you sobbed. Haechan bit back a laugh which only made you sob harder, “Don’t laugh at me, you did this to me.”

“I know my love, I am so sorry. Look, I’ll close all the windows and turn down the air so it’s nice and cool for you. I’ll order your favorite for dinner, does that sound good?” Haechan asked gently, slightly scared that he might add fuel to the fire.

You shook your head, “I want Thai tonight.”

Haechan smiled, “I’ll order that before I hop in the shower, do you need anything else?”

“Besides your kid out of my body? Can you get me more juice please, with 5 ice cubes only?” You asked sweetly, no longer crying.

“Of course my love, 5 ice cubes got it,” Haechan nodded. He closed all the windows and the blinds before he disappeared out of your sight, you heard the air conditioning kick on and then the ice falling into the glass.

He came back and set the glass of juice on the table beside the couch, turning back in the direction of your bedroom immediately after. You could feel your negative emotions just melt away. A few minutes later Haechan joined you back in the living room on the adjacent couch. You reached for his hand, “I’m sorry, baby.”

“You don’t have to apologize my love, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t think to touch you without your permission,” Haechan replied.

“No, usually it’s ok but the baby has been a real pain in everything today. I woke up early and couldn’t fall back asleep and the baby has been awake and too active all day,” you sighed.

Haechan leaned down to get eye-level with your stomach, “Hey stink, you better stop being a pain.”

Later as you ate your food, happy and finally at complete ease, you looked at Haechan seriously, “I love you, but I’m not getting pregnant again anytime soon.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear that because I’m not getting you pregnant anytime soon. I’ve had enough morning sickness and midnight cravings runs to last me a few years. God, and painting that nursery 3 slightly different shades of white was a total pain,” Haechan groaned running a hand down his face.

“Oh, you’ve had enough of all that have you? Imagine experiencing it first hand asshole. You don’t get to complain about those things like I do, you’re not growing your own hyperactive offspring,” you huffed.

Haechan froze, expecting another rage induced breakdown, switching on his soft and understanding voice at the blink of an eye, “You’re so right my love, I’m sorry.”

You rolled your eyes, “that’s what I thought.”

-

a/n: hello if you’ve read this far do you prefer my writing with or without the read more? I just forgive it might be nicer as someone perusing the tags to not have to scroll a bunch past a single work, thank you!!!

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[weirddreamer]

Spooky Month! (Rise! Boys x Reader Scenarios)

I'm just doing this 'cause it's almost Halloween where I am-

tw: slight mentions of FAKE blood.

Raphael

I have a strong feeling you two are gonna have matching Halloween costumes.

He won't be into it at first probably because he's the 'oldest' and is getting 'too old' to go Trick-or-Treating.

Or something similar (Ex. Frankenstein and his wife, or just something cute <3)

He wants to go.

Just let him go.

Just please for the love of god, don't have over bloody things-

He'll panic.

"Y/N, WHY ARE YOU BLEEDING!?"

"Raph, it's fake..."

"Oh-"

You two would probably share the candy.

No horror movies though, he'll just a big baby 🥺

Would probably scold Leo and Donnie for messing around.

They stole candy from kids most likely.

Anyways-

Y'all would just have a great time <3

Leonardo

Matching Outfits. No matter what. No option. No getting out of it.

It doesn't matter what it is. It's probably inflatable dinos. You know how the silly lil' man is.

Leo would boast about how his costume looks AMAZING...

You're too, but he just has to talk about his first, though.

A necessity.

Doesn't really care if it's overly bloody, he might freak out a little bit, but he'll calm down.

"Ohh, look at you~!"

"Leo, this is just literally an inflatable."

"You still look amazing."

No sharing candy. Trading is fine, no sharing though.

The man loves his Reeces.

If you two get scolded by Raph (probably Donnie as well,) Leo would just make a joke out of it.

"Why were you two breaking into a HUMANS home?"

"They didn't give us candy."

You two would probably steal candy from kids as well... Shady dealing... I'M JUST SAYING, IT SOUNDS LIKE A LEO THING.

Overall, 10/10, best Halloween.

Donnie

He would probably not dress up.

He thinks it's childish...

No matching costumes.

Oh wait a minute- he can dress up like a mad scientist, even though he already is one!?

GASP

HIS TIME TO SHINE.

Would freak the HECK outta Raph (I know he is in all of these, but like, older brother instincts-) though-

"DONNIE, ARE THOSE REAL CHEMICALS!?"

"I can neither confirm, or deny that by dear brother, FOR IT IS HALLOWEEN, THE ONE DAY OF THE YEAR I CAN DO CRAZY THINGS AND NOBODY CAN STOP ME."

Would probably force you to just walk around in a lab coat, claiming you're his assistant.

Screw the no costumes thing, it's Donnie time.

No eating in his lab.

No go.

No show.

He would probably let you have 90% of his candy.

The other 10% will go to tomorrow night's new invention.

You know how big brain boi is with his tech

Mikey

You know him.

You love him.

He's the silly lil' man!

Matching outfits are 100% guaranteed, no doubt ADORABLE, cause he's MIKEY.

You both have to agree on something though, otherwise you can't go out on Halloween night.

IT IS A SACRED THING TO MATCH OUTFITS WITH HIM. (Because Mikey asked, and you can't say no to him, HE'S TOO PURE.)

No blood though.

We all know this.

"C'mon, Y/N! Hurry up! We don't wanna miss- FESTIVAL!"

You were talking to Leo about whatever, then you noticed Mikey running off towards a Halloween festival.

How did that get there?

You have to go run after him in case he doesn't do anything dumb

Or to get hurt.

You know how bouncy boi is.

What REALLY caught his attention was the bounce house.

Unfortunately for him, he couldn't go in because he had to be 5...

JK, he got in, and you just watched him bounce for a while before you went to go back to trick-or-treating before Raph noticed you were gone.

After you guys do that and go back to the lair, You and Mikey trade candy and eat it while watching Jupiter Jim and his 1000 FREAKING SEQUELS OF JUPITER JIM AND HIS LAST TRIP TO THE MOON.

Overall, you had fun :)

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[asimpwithfreetime]

Jake Sully and how he is like (in bed) with a shy! fem! Human reader

Tumblr has officially become my #1 enemy since it finds it funny to mess up ALL my drafts. I am no longer writing directly on it and I am using my notes app. It is the THIRD time that I try to make this and I hope it works.

If it messes up my copy paste from the notes app I am literally going to go crazy and burn their office down. (For legal reasons, that is a joke)

Content warnings: this is smut! Please if you feel uncomfortable with this type of content, skip it. You might find content more suitable on my Masterlist.

General warnings: dirty talking, Jake Sully eating pussy (has been proven you guys like it), Jake being a teaser, smut

Nsfw under the cut!

Jake ADORES how shy you are. How you accept his advances but all blushy and nervous. How you squirm under his intense stares is something he cannot get enough of.

He also loves the height difference, how he can easily tower over you and make you seem all small. He loves how fidgety you get when suddenly his attention is on you.

He will playfully wrap his tail around your waist or slightly touch your thighs with it, knowing how worked up you’ll get.

He is easygoing so he won’t push you too much, but he does like teasing you a little bit. He knows how easy it is to tease you.

Now, he will always start by eating you out. Literally he loves to have you squirming as he holds you down by your tights and how pitiful you sound while he laps at your juices and sucks your clit.

Have you stuttering and blushing when you look down and see him making you face ride him. The way you shyly roll your hips to get more friction even if you are saying that it is embarrassing.

He will definitely love it.

Then, when he is thrusting into you he will purr and moan softly into your ears, so you get more embarrassed. And maybe coo at you asking “Does this feel so good, sweetheart?”.

If you answer with whines and moans he will start teasing you. Licking your neck and sucking at your pulse points, moving slower and thrusting just as much to tease you and he would use his slender fingers to play with your clit. “Now, babygirl, you gotta use your words for that” his ruff voice would softly demand.

Overall, he almost gets off from teasing you.

If you respond with moans or whining he will start teasing you, moving slower and using one of his slender fingers to push against your clit. “Ah-ah-ah, you gotta use your words, atta girl” he would laugh wholeheartedly seeing the whiny mess you would become.

Overall, loves teasing but is still gentle on his girl.

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[lilystyles]

comfort.

part three of the no strings attached series by @lilystyles

no strings attached masterlist & main masterlist xxx

authors note the long awaited part three!!! you guys are literally the best omg. all the love for both parts has been amazing since i'm so new to tumblr!! can't believe it :))) kisses and hugs, enjoy part three and follow me to see the other parts coming soon! sorry if this took some time, uni's kickin my ass.

brief description y/n calls harry drunk and scared, harry picks her up and helps take care of her. the next morning y/n worries she'll scare him off, but of course, harry eases those worries.

warnings! mentions of sex, swearing, and alcohol abuse, overall just a mature read. anxious girl reader moment (real). FLUFFY ASF!! around 4.5k words.

drunk!inexperienced!virgin!reader x fwb!harry

* * * * *

“Hello?” A crackly voice spoke into Harry’s phone.

The familiar voice of Y/n made his eyes snap open. It was an odd, long, 011 phone number; he was confused why her little contact wasn’t on his screen. It was this recent photo of her lying on a rug in just one of his shirts listening to records. He was still half asleep, all foggy and confused. Her call had woken him up from a deep slumber. He honestly thought he might have been dreaming for a moment, her voice was all distorted.

“Love, is that you?” His voice came out all deep and gravelly.

“Harry?! It’s Y/n!” He could hear noise in the background of her, her voice was warped and all crackly.

“Are you alright?” He said quickly sitting up from his bed, she never called on a random number. Something must be wrong. His knuckles rubbed along his eyes, trying to wake himself up. It was pitch black and freezing inside his room.

“My phone’s dead!! I’m at some club, you’re the only number I knew off by heart! Can you come to get me? I’m a bit scared and I’m stranded!” She was still shouting, he could hear people shouting and music in the background. She could hardly even hear her own voice over it all.

Harry looked at the time on his phone. It was around 1 AM. “I’m coming now, Y/n. Where are you?”

“Some place called The Swan!”

He had already slid some shoes on and began to race to his car. “I’m comin’ right now, I’m gettin’ in the car. Can yeh wait with one of tha’ bouncers or somethin’ until I’m there?”

“Good idea, H. Okay, see you soon. Drive safe please.” She sounded very drunk. The phone made a slamming noise when she ended the call, it must have been a pay phone.

Harry had to stop himself from speeding to get her. He tried to breathe. She was scared, and that unsettled him. He knew that she didn’t need protecting, but drunk women alone were vulnerable, he wished it wasn’t so but he couldn’t help but let his mind wander to awful scenarios.

The Swan was this really dodgy nightclub in a dodgy neighbourhood. For some reason, their friend Olive tended to favour it for the free drinks on Friday nights. She must’ve roped Y/n into going there tonight. Harry had gone to a business meeting that evening so they hadn’t been able to hang out, he’d called her to tell her. Y/n said that was okay and that she had plans anyway too. 

This must have been the plan. 

When his car arrived outside the strip of clubs he parked in a taxi zone, and quickly got out not caring whether or not he could park there. He looked around the swarms of people trying to find her familiar head of h/c hair. He was still in sleep clothes, this grey pair of shorts and a shirt that belonged to Y/n actually. It was this baggy old pink one with Spice Girls on the front it fits him more tightly than her. 

His shoes were slippers and socks and he had a hoodie over his head. When he got closer to the entrance he saw her. 

She was sitting on the floor beside two big burly bouncers. Her feet were bare and the heels she had on were in her hands. The dress she was wearing had ridden up a bit as she stared off into the distance, drunkenly. She hadn’t seemed to noticed her undies were on display or that her straps were falling down her shoulders. Her heels were off and she was sitting them in her lap.

“Y/n.” He said in relief, glad he’d made it here quickly enough. She was in a right state. 

She looked up, smiling all bleary-eyed. Her mouth was in a wide-open puppy dog grin.  “Harry!” Her arms lifted up for him.

He laughed feeling better now that he could see she was all okay, nothing had happened to her. He bent over slightly to pick her up into the hug that she was wanting. She dropped her shoes as he lifted her but she didn’t seem to care slinking her arms around his waist and leaning into him.

She squeezed him tightly. “Thanks for gettin’ me,”

“Of course, love. Am I really the only number y'knew off by heart?” He asked pulling back slightly to see her face.

She blushed looking down at her feet, all shy.

“Other than Mum.” She replied, finally meeting his eyes. Her Mum lived back home though, so Harry was the only person she had to call and truthfully the only one she wanted to call.

He smiled kissing her temple, brushing some hair away from her eyes. Her mascara was smudged and her lipstick had faded leaving her lips stained a slightly rosy colour, but she still looked beautiful.

“Don’t get cocky. It’s from all those times I’d call you in Uni to pick me up.” She replied, her words slurring slightly.

“Have you seen Y/n?” Asked Harry, in a gruff tone. 

Queenie, Y/n’s friend who’d invited her to the party, was smoking a joint quietly outside on the front porch of the university sharehouse.

“I think she’s inside, last I saw she was dancing on the kitchen table.” Said Queenie with a breathy laugh, blowing out a long cloud of thick white smoke. The potent smell hit Harry’s nose and he wished he was back home.

He just nodded, sighing. It was probably about 3 AM right now. He’d been asleep but their friend James called him up saying Y/n needed to be picked up and brought home. She was a bit out of control. 

Harry knew it was of roommately and best friendly duties to pick his girl up. She’d done it to him too, many times. And he did worry for her when she was out drinking, especially when he wasn’t there to watch out for her. Even in school when they’d get drunk off stolen alcohol in each other’s backyards he watched out for her always.

 James would always say it was because he was like a jealous boyfriend, but Harry denied that saying it was simply because she tended to end up passed out on the road without his watchful gaze.

When he got inside suddenly his pyjamas felt too hot even though it was a chilly night. There were many people swarming the house, he made his way to the kitchen saying hello groggily here and there to friends. 

When he got there he found Y/n dancing along to the beat of some awful song everyone knew the words to. Her hips were swaying and the exposed skin that her low-waisted jeans offered looked edible, she looked so good even with half a bottle of tequila in her. He fought away that thought and blamed his tired eyes.

Her cheeks were flushed from her drink and she had this toothy smile on her face.

“Y/n!” He called over the music, looking up at her on the table.

She opened her eyes looking down at him. “HARRY!!” 

He smiled, and suddenly waking up at three had been worth it, and coming to get her was no problem. “Hi, love!”

She made grabby hands at him. “Come on! Get up here! Dance with me!! I missed ya!”

How could he say no?

He didn’t say anything, he just let go of her to pick up her shoes from the ground.

Her arms were wrapped around her body like she was cold. 

“Are y’cold?”

She nodded her head. He quickly took off his zip-up hoodie and put it on her, zipping it up for her. He was rolling the sleeves for her because it was too big when her hand fell onto his chest gripping his (her) shirt.

“You’re a thief!” She teased. “Not my Spices Girls shirt, Harold!”

He just smiled, pushing some loose hair behind her ears. “S’cute! I think I look good in it. Don’t you?” 

He’d look good in a paper bag, but the real reason he wore it was that it smelt like her. The shampoo she used, her perfume, and that something that was just her natural aroma. He liked how worn it was, the soft feel of it, and how it had faded from so many years of sleeping in it. She wore it a lot when they were roommates too. But she’d had it since she was little. The once vibrant pink had paled to a babied pink hue.

Honestly, he’d been sad they couldn’t hang out that evening. He put it on to help him sleep.

“You always look good.” She rolled her eyes as if it was annoying. And sometimes it was, how did he look good in the old raggy-stained shirt? She would never know. Magic. He was bloody magic.

He started taking his slippers off. They were black slip-on ones. She frowned at him. “What are you doing?”

“Put them on. I don’t want yeh’ cutting yourself on tha’ glass.” He said softly. Her heels were still in his hands, looking dainty in them. 

She smiled softly before sliding her feet into the slippers. Her feet ached from those ridiculous shoes, she was glad to be rid of them. His sock-covered feet were on the floor. “What about you?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll be fine. Home?”

“Home.” She nodded. 

He made sure he had her purse too before opening the car door for her and placing the bag and shoes by her feet. She slid in and Harry even did her seatbelt up for her, before gently shutting the door. When he got in beside her she smiled, glad to be with Harry. She’d missed him, it had only been one day. But they had been inseparable at the minute.

His car smelt of tobacco, mint, and a spicy woodsy smell. Just like him. He had a vanilla-scented air freshener and a charm of jade beads hanging on the mirror. 

“Can I put some music on, H?” She asked turning to him. Her eyes stared up at him. He handed over his phone unlocked.

She opened Spotify and put on some Oasis. Hitting shuffle it landed on ‘Married With Children’ and she sighed. “Remember when we used to listen to Oasis at my house?” She asked. 

Growing up Y/n had the most CD variety and all the gang used to go over and listen; when Y/n’s parents were away they’d smoke and drink with this album on in the background. It always made Harry feel very nostalgic and it always reminded him of her. Even when they had drifted his hands itched to ring her if he ever heard it on the radio.

“Of course, you loved bloody Oasis.” He replied, smiling at the memory of 14-year-old Y/n. She had these colourful dresses, ratty sneakers, and an Oasis obsession. She just grinned over at him in reply, humming the words of the song. He could see that girl inside her even now, and Y/n could still see young Harry who was all dimples and laughs underneath the rockstar beside her.

“Yours or mine?” He asked gently as pulled up to a red light. 

“Yours, please. S’closer and I want your comfy bed.” She had been dreaming of his big grand bed, it was all white, fluffy, and fresh and it smelt of her Harry. She wanted to curl up in there, she’d been feeling a bit emotional recently. She thought her period might be coming soon. So all she wanted was to sleep in his arms and his very comfortable and luxurious bed.

And she liked when she woke up at his house and she’d find him sitting on the couch drinking his tea, as always he was awake before her, waiting for her with some pastries or big plates of bacon and eggs. It was like being in a bloody hotel!

He nodded, she looked so sleepy beside him. “As you wish.”

The drive was quick and quiet beside the low humming radio.

When the car pulled out the front of Harry’s large house he entered the security code into the gate and made his way inside the driveway. When he parked the car and turned off the engine, he looked over to find her very much asleep.

He sighed softly, letting himself take a moment to stare. Her eyes were shut, fluffy eyelashes on her cheeks, lips all pouty and soft. She looked so calm and soft like this, it made her look like an angel. An angel in clubbing clothes. He knew he wanted to get her inside and change her into something comfortable and get her safely to sleep, but he wanted to enjoy her beauty for a second.

“Bun,” He whispered his hand touching her cheek. She leaned into his touch, still asleep. “We’re home,” he said slightly louder. 

Her eyes fluttered open, and she just nodded. He got out and walked to her door, helping her out. He grabbed all her things, locked the car and then grabbed her hand to guide her inside. When they stepped inside Harry was glad to be home. 

He then guided her upstairs to the bathroom motioning for her to sit on the toilet. She did so happily and he opened his drawer grabbing some makeup remover and cotton pads, Y/n had a habit of falling asleep in her makeup so he’d bought this so she didn’t have to at his house. 

He soaked the cotton pad with the remover and stepped closer to her, pushing her chin up slightly. She smiled at him sleepily. 

He smiled back. It was silent, but they didn’t always need to talk. They’d never needed to talk all the time, that wasn’t their style. 

He gently pressed the cotton pad on her skin and removed all the makeup around her lips, cheeks, and forehead. It took a few cotton pads and then he finally did her eyes, she looked like a panda for a second and he giggled at her. 

Her hand had crept up onto his hip under the shirt, her nails gently scratched the skin there and she saw a peak of the fern tattoos. She loved those tattoos, they had to be her favourite. When she’d pleasure him she loved kissing along those tattoos and when they cuddled on his couch and her head was on his lap she would trace along them. They were just fucking so sexy.

He liked her tattoo too. He was just as obsessed with every inch of her, but he loved that she had gotten it with him in mind. He felt they’d always be connected till the end of time.

Once he had gotten all her makeup off her, he used a wet cloth to wash her face. She felt nice and clean. Harry knew just how to take care of her. He handed her a hairbrush she left here and she quickly brushed her hair before tying it back away from her clean face. 

“Y’want your shirt back to sleep in?” He asked pinching the pink material. 

She shook her head. She had started to sober up, but she was still looking sleepy, “Looks better on you, Harry.”

He gave her the pink toothbrush he’d bought for her for when she slept over. She cleaned her teeth. He waited, leaning in the doorway, watching her with droopy eyes. He was starting to feel sleepy too.

She followed him to his bedroom, her arm wrapped around his waist as she pressed her cheek onto his back. He loved her like this, they already were quite physically affectionate but that was usually Harry initiating it. But drunk Y/n loved to touch him, he’d always known that. She was the same in uni.

When they made it to his room he opened his cupboard. Grabbing a jumper he wore earlier that day and a pair of clean boxers. He handed them to her and since she was drunk, and they had started to see each other nude more often she had no shyness in taking off her dress and Harry’s jacket. She threw it to the floor before she finally took off her bra and undies to slip into Harry’s clothes. The navy jumper smelt of him and she loved that. 

The whole room smelt of him. She took his slippers off and left them by the foot of the bed.

“In ya’ get.” He gestured to his messy thrown sheets. She quickly crawled up to the pillows before wrapping herself in his big fluffy duvet. He turned his lamp off and got in beside her with a sigh.

“Thanks.” She whispered looking up at him. 

He just gave her a crooked smile, all dimples. “Of course.”

She moved closer to him resting her head on his chest.

“Sooky pants.” He teased, arms still wrapping around her. 

She didn’t reply, just kissed his chest. It made his cheeks heat up. She made it hard for him not to feel like this. Did she even realise? He would do anything if it meant he got some of her. Even if she didn’t want to date him, he was happy with anything. Any piece of her was enough to keep Harry.

The two fell asleep quickly, wrapped together in each other’s soft touch, they hardly moved at all during their sleep. Feeling peaceful and warm on that chilly evening was enough to make Harry sleep in longer than usual. 

Saturday mornings usually consisted of him going for a run, grocery shopping, calling his Mum or Gemma. But this morning he slept through the sunrise and all the way until 7:00! Harry was honestly amazed, it’d been a long time since he slept in until then. He looked down to find Y/n still buried in his chest, and couldn’t bring himself to move.

After an hour of drifting in and out of sleep, his bladder caused him to get up. He tried to be gentle but Y/n stirred. He placed her gently back but she made a little whine, arms grabbing his. 

“I’ll be right back, Love.” He whispered, kissing her forehead. She let go. 

She opened her eyes, the curtains were half drawn and but it was a rather dreary London morning. Didn’t seem to be raining yet, but thick grey clouds covered the sky so it was practically dark in Harry’s room. She felt awful, slightly hungover, mainly just sleep deprived. She felt tired and sore, kicking off the white duvet she looked down to find a big red blotch staining Harry’s white sheets.

She looked to see it all over her thighs too. “Oh shit!” She gasped. She was so embarrassed. She wanted to cry. She ruined his sheets, his clothes, and oh god. What if he was grossed out? What if he found her digusting? She wasn’t exactly thinking rationally, but she wished she could’ve gotten it another time. Why now?!?!

Her panic was interrupted by Harry coming back from the bathroom. He had two steaming mugs in his hands, all smiley. Happy to see her up, thinking maybe they could go for a walk today. There was a local park nearby. He thought it could be cute, maybe they could get breakfast at a nearby cafe and go for a stroll. Y/n had some study to do but Harry was good at making sure she took enough breaks. She had a habit of overworking herself.

He stopped smiling when he saw her panic and glossy eyes. “Y/n, what’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry.” She said, tears spilling from her eyes. He frowned, he hated seeing her cry. He walked closer to the bed placing the two teas on the bedside table and finally saw what she was talking about. She must have gotten her period in the night or early this morning.

He shook his head. “Don’t be sorry, baby, it happens.”

She placed her head in her hands, body slightly jolting from her sobs. He quickly wrapped her in his arms, rubbing her back. “It’s alright, I promise.”

“But I-I—” She hiccuped, pulling back slightly,“—r-ruined y-your sheets, Harry.”

“No you haven’t I’ll go wash them, it’s not a problem. It’s only sheets.” He caressed her head, pushing back stray hairs.

“What about your clothes?” Her lip quivered. She felt awful. So guilty.

“I’ll wash those too, Petal, s’fine.”

She frowned. “I’m so sorry. I know it’s gross.”

He frowned deeply. “S’not gross, it’s natural. Y’can’t control it, Love.”

She didn’t say anything, just looked down at the mess on the sheets and her legs. 

He kissed her forehead. “M’ gonna run you a bath, get some new clothes f’ya, and then I’ll get y’whatever breakfast y’want.”

She looked up, smiling gratefully. 

“What stuff do y’need? Do you need any pain relief?” He pulled out his phone and wrote down the list of things she needed. 

She felt so lucky, Harry was so sweet about it. Listening to every detail and asking questions.

He then ran a big bubble bath for her, lavender scented soap filled the room. He dimmed the lights and checked the temperature of the water with his hands. It felt just right. After he turned the water off he got a big fluffy black towel for when she was done. 

She stripped off his clothes telling Harry she’d wash them after she had her bath but Harry beat her to it and did the sheets and clothes all in one go while she warmed up and cleaned herself.

While she relaxed he did a few things around the house, including bringing her in a tea and his laptop to watch some Friends on. She needed something that didn’t involve thinking. 

He gave her a peck before leaving to buy her some pads and tampons, and the specific pain relief she wanted. 

Harry will admit that since gaining money he tended to go a bit over board sometimes. He came back home with enough pads and tampons for a year and lots of other things; including her favourite snacks and chocolate. 

When he came home from shopping he found Y/n relaxing still in the bath, eyes shut, as Friends played in the background. She opened her eyes, she looked a bit ill. She sometimes had really bad period pain. Today was one of those days.

He gave her a little haul of the things he bought. “I got tha’ ones with daisies s’on like y’asked.” He said shaking the box with the daisies. “Here’s the pain medication.”

She silently wondered if this is what a boyfriend would do. Her inexperienced brain made her question her sanity. Maybe this was normal for friends with benefits. She had literally nothing to base it on.

When he was done showing her he put them on the sink and Y/n told him she was ready to get out. He quickly shut the door giving her some privacy before grabbing some clothes for her to wear. 

He found a big black jumper with ‘Pleasing’ on the front, she loved this one (always knicking it), a plain white shirt of his that he wore to the gym sometimes, and a pair of black tracksuit pants with the drawstring so they would fit her well. He also found a pair of fluffy socks and had even bought some cotton underwear for her so she didn’t have to wear his boxers. At this point, Harry kind of wished she had a drawer here for her stuff. He liked having her here, and it might make things a little easier.

He knocked asking to come in. She mumbled a ‘come in’, and he did. She had wrapped herself in the towel. 

He handed her the pile of clothes, stroking her cheek. Her hair was damp letting the water fall over her neck, back, and shoulders.

“These are all clean and I bought some undies from the shop, so you should have everything. Let me know if you need anything else.”

“Thank you, Harry.” She said softly, eyes scanning his features. His eyes looked so green in the dim darkly lit house. How did he look so good right now? He was in casual lounge clothes. A pair of grey tracksuit pants that made him look muscular and a loose black long-sleeve. He looked so pretty watching her like that, arms crossed and worried eyes. He looked pretty all the time.

Today felt more intimate than anything they had done. Today had felt real.

“Of course, Petal. I’ll leave you to change.” He kissed her forehead.

He went downstairs, doing his usual morning routinely bits and bobs. When Y/n came down she had blow-dried her hair and washed her face. Her eyes, even with deep bags, still looked pretty. Lips all pouty. She seemed calmer now, but still tired.

“Are y’feeling up ta’ goin’ out?”

Even though she was tired, Harry had an excited look, how could she say no to him? Even if her uterus was angry inside her. 

“Okay? Breakfast?”

He nodded. “How could I drag you out without the promise of breakfast and a good time?”

She giggled.

They layered up for the winter weather, with puffer jackets and beanies. Y/n felt so funny in all of Harry’s clothes, but the smell made her so calm she was ready for a nap.

Harry mentioned that it was only a short walk through the park and then they’d be there. Since it was a pretty quiet area and Harry was wearing a beanie and sunglasses he wasn’t too worried about being noticed. Y/n was much the same in a pink beanie of his and this big crimson scarf around her neck. 

It was the one he wore on New Year's of  2014. “Harry, this is an old one isn’t it?”

He was typing on his phone replying to a worried Olive. He was annoyed she’d left Y/n to fend for herself and ditched her for a bloke. Nonetheless he told her Y/n was fine. He looked up at her, they were walking down his street. 

“Sorry, Love? What?”

She smiled placing a hand on her neck. “I remember this…”

“Oh, right. Yeah, had it for ages.”

She smiled softly. He turned is phone off and put it in his pocket grabbing her hand which had been swallowed by the long arms of his jumper. She let him, it felt too nice to pull away. His hand was warm and soft. She leaned into the comforting touch.

He kissed her hairline as they strolled through the park. It was chilly, Y/n found herself leaning into him happily. She wished it could be like this everyday. It was a Saturday so it was as busy as the quiet area got. Children ran around with worried mothers chasing after them. Teenagers on bikes laughing and flying by. Old couples wandered around closely together. 

They fit right in. Seeming like two normal people, a normal couple.

Harry wasn’t some rockstar right now, with Y/n he was just himself. Just Harry from Holmes Chaple. He loved that Y/n grounded him and made him feel normal, this to most was a boring day but to Harry the best in a long time.

When they got to the small strip of cafes Harry guided her to his favourite place. 

Over delicious hot chocolates and breakfast, the cold morning felt warm and Harry and Y/n felt blissful.

"Haz, thank you again,"

He just smiled and leaned in for a long kiss. It was nice and with no real sexual intentions. Just a genuine soft, warm, slow, nice kiss.

"Of course, now stop thanking me. No need. An' tell me what yeh' think of the eggs."

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[moonrisecoeur]

sub!leon x fem-ish!reader, no pronouns mentioned, pegging, lots of dumbification, light objectification, doggy with the girl on top!!

re4r!leon is not really a sexual guy. he masturbates every once and a while, cuz like, he’s still a young guy. doesn’t get off to anything specific, maybe thinking about his partner and sweet and pretty you are. overall, low sex drive mostly because he’s too busy, too stressed, too tired, etc. seriously at this time in his life the only way you’re having sex with ur man is if you initiate.

leon’s a sucker. especially for you. of course he’s gonna say yes, but it doesn’t even cross his mind until you’re feeling up on him, telling him that he seems tense, offering to rub his shoulders for him.

“you don’t gotta go out of your way to do that, it’s o- oh, oh that’s good.” he moans, closing his eyes tightly at your touch. it’s maybe a little too forceful but the tension melts from his body just too easily because of you.

“thank you,” he whispers lowly, obviously having needed that. you smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek as you ponder what you want to do to him now. you tell him that he doesn’t need to thank you, but he grows a little bit curious after a moment of silence. he asks, “what’s on your mind?”

“… i think i want to fuck you stupid,” you breathe, giggling, laughing at your own bluntness. his jaw drops slightly, shocked as well. he clears his throat nervously, and you reach your hand to his neck, placing your fingers on the side and stroking his cheek with your thumb, “only if you’d let me, but… how am i supposed to make that tension really go away if you can still think..?”

“i-i… really? you’re… you’re gonna do that?”

“i don’t want you to feel stressed. i’ll make it so you can’t be,” you say, smirking as you get to watch him giving in in real time, “how does that sound?”

he pauses, then nods, unable to come up with much else, “please…”

minutes later, he’s on his hands and knees, getting fucked doggy style, your cock up pounding into his ass like tomorrow won’t ever come. he’s lost all composure, like he always does during doggy.

he’s not even sure why, but there’s something about this position that just makes him feel even more submissive to you. maybe it’s that it’s a little humiliating? even still, your cock is making him feel so much pleasure that he doesn’t have enough of his mind left to care about something so silly.

“keep letting go of all those thoughts, no more thinking about the horrible, ugly past. nothing you can do, sweetheart,” you whisper in his ear, making him shiver as you hold his waist, fucking him helplessly. he’s pathetic for giving out so easily, but you’re telling him not to think, so he’s not gonna. he’ll be good and obedient and stupid if that’s what you want from him.

he catches drool dripping down his chin, wipes it before you have a chance to notice it drip onto the pillow. you notice, but you don’t mention it as a curtesy. you didn’t want to hurt his ego too bad.

his eyes roll back, his breathing is shaky, and if you tried to ask him something, anything, god he could try as hard as he wanted but he wouldn’t be able to respond. he just moans softly and tears prick at his eyes. he feels stupid.

he just gets so dumb, so easy, so pliant when you’re on top of him, pushing him down, holding him down and kissing his shoulder. you urge him to forget the hellscape that is his life, why wouldn’t he oblige?

he accepts that he’s not supposed to remember anything about the past six years of his life, that all he’s supposed to know how to do is moan and cry and whimper for you. that’s all you ask of him, and it’s so much easier than having to be the government’s puppet. he’s so tired of having to think, of having a job that requires him to be sharp and clever and composed.

he’s done it for so long, and he’s so tired, his body is exhausted, his mind is worn out, and he just needs to be treated like an absolute fucktoy to cope. he doesn’t have to make a single decision when you’re in charge, you just do whatever you please to him until you’re satisfied, and it’s perfect. he doesn’t have any responsibility, not expected to do a single thing. all he’s gotta do is let his mind melt away until he is truly just a sex toy.

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[thepersonnamedsam]

introduction

pairing: genz!driver x '20!grid

summary: the first time the genz!driver meets the grid

word count: 766

warnings: mentions of fainting, a swear word, some bad google translated french

note: the timeline sucks, as always, so please ignore it, thank you so much

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2020, a year full with up and downs. For y/n, 2020 was something special and a year full of surprises. Having just placed 3rd overall in the F2 championship, she received an offer she just couldn’t say no to; AlphaTauri or Toro Rosso, the RedBull owned F1 Team wanted to sign her. Her, a teenager and a female! She couldn’t believe it. Of course she signed the contract and started as a Rookie in F1.

The media went wild as AlphaTauri released that y/n would be the second driver of their team. Everyone tried to get an interview with her, but y/n‘s PR team refused to let anyone interview that girl.

She first met Pierre, well meeting is maybe a bit exaggerated. He shot her a DM, where he wrote her, that he’s very excited to work with y/n next season. When they officially met, she was so nervous, that she couldn’t say a word to him. He found it cute.

On the 19th of February y/n joined the team for testing in Barcelona. That’s where she met 12 of the 19 drivers she’d be competing with. Legends like, Romain Grosjean, Lewis Hamilton, Kimi Räikkönen and Sebastian Vettel were all there. She was so nervous to meet all of them. Thank god she had Pierre by her side, whom she already knew, who gave her some kind of comfort. Even though he wasn’t really great at it, because he left her alone the second they walked on the grid.

Romain Grosjean was the first to notice her, looking all lost and helpless. „Bonjour, petite fille (Good morning, little girl), can I help you?“, his voice soft and kind. She looked up at him, (hypothetically and literally of course), and nodded her head. She didn’t know where to be. Where did AlphaTauri need her? „I don’t know where to go, like, where is the motorhome of AlphaTauri?“

„Oh mon dieu! (Oh my god!) You are y/n! I am so pleased to meet you! Welcome to F1, my dear“, his french accent prominent and hard to miss. He shook her hand, almost hugging her, not wanting to overstep any boundaries. „I will show you where to go, no?“

She was glad someone helped her. Pierre just left her alone, bastard. But Romain took her to her garage, thankfully it wasn’t that far and she didn’t have too much awkward time with the driver.

Pierre was standing outside his side of the garage, an apologetic look on his face. He felt guilty for leaving her at the entry. Franz Tost already spoke some harsh words with the young french man. „Look y/n, I‘m sorry for just leaving you. And merci Romain, de l’avoir amenée ici (and thank you Romain for bringing her here)“, Pierre looked at Grosjean for the last sentence. y/n just shook her head and blew some air out of her mouth, making some kind of fart sound. „Don’t worry man, found it here, didn’t I?“

Franz Tost did make them go inside and told Grosjean he should go back to his own garage. She met her engineer, her mechanics her PR team and every important person. She finally met her car for the first time, naming her ‚Buggy‘. And when she first raced in the car, she felt alive. She never felt this alive before. From F4 to F2, the car always got better and faster, but F1 was just a massive upgrade. She never wanted to drive anything less.

Lap after lap y/n beat her best time, over and over again. Every lap she got faster. And she was so happy to hear that. Everyone knew that she was an excellent driver, but still no one expected this good of a result.

After the testing y/n was so happy. Pierre invited her to dinner, wanting to make up for leaving her alone that morning. He also invited half of the grid. She met Sebastian Vettel, Lewis Hamilton, Lance Stroll, Daniel Ricciardo and Charles Leclerc that evening. And it was chaos. She was so nervous, more anxious to say, and every time a driver told her how much they admired her for her talent she almost fainted. Those were her idols and they were admiring her? She couldn’t believe it. She did faint at one point, as Lewis Hamilton, the 6 time world champion made a toast to the young female driver and the history she made and will make in F1.

She ended up with a bump ok her head and a bruise on her hip, but it was worth it. That’s how she met the grid, well half of it anyway.

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[f1letters]

sweet nothing | sv5

"all that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing"

summary: after years of battling infertility, seb was still by her side. he didn't need anything else but her... but maybe their lives were about to get a little more crowded

warning: a little bit sad at times but overall fluff, mentions of endometriosis, infertility, inability to conceive, fertility treatments and pregnancy, mentions of a person attacking the reader for not continuing with treatments to have children, mentions of anxiety and insecurity

pairing: sebastian vettel x reader

word count: 3.0k

note: everything in bold are song references and in italic are thoughts, which includes memories from the past. I would also like to point out that I am not a doctor nor do I have professional knowledge on the subject, having relied on personal experience and the additional research I did on the subject. I tried my best not to be too focused on the medicinal terms so I wouldn't give the wrong information.

german words used: liebling = darling; engel = angel; schatz = sweetheart

no better week to post this story than the week we say goodbye to Seb. nobody talk to me during race weekend, because I'll be busy crying my heart out. 😭 it's so sad to see Seb leave but above all, I hope he is the happiest person in the world with his family and that he knows that he is forever a legend of this sport. danke Seb, you will forever be my number 1 💘

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I spy with my little tired eye

Tiny as a firefly

A pebble that we picked up last July

Down deep inside your pocket

We almost forgot it

Does it ever miss Wicklow sometimes?

"You are 18 weeks pregnant, Mrs Vettel." The obstetrician told her.

"That's not possible," Y/N replied, not being able to believe the words she was hearing. The only sound she could hear at that moment was her own heart pounding loudly in her ears like heavy rain hitting the window glass during a storm. "Please check again. There must be an error in the ultrasound machine, it has to be."

The doctor turned the screen so the woman could see the image displayed. Y/N found herself completely paralyzed by the shock it caused her. It can't be, she still didn't believe it.

But it is true, she understood that when she read her information at the top of the monitor. It was there: 'Y/N Vettel', along with her age, her gender and the correct date of that miraculous day.

"Are you sure you didn't notice any symptoms?" The professional asked, curious. "Your pregnancy is already a little over four months. You've certainly felt something, or noticed something different in your body."

The truth is that she had noticed a thousand differences in herself over the last few years, but, convinced by the doctors that she was not capable of having a baby and already resigned that it was not a part of her plans, she chose to ignore them until she had no choice but to come to the doctor to confirm.

It all started when her period missed its usual date, something she quickly attributed to the stress, the work, and the constant travels she had to make to support her husband around the world.

This was followed by the sudden tiredness and fatigue she felt and her abrupt mood swings (immediately noticed by Sebastian, who was the one suffering the most because of them). But once again, work and travel became the explanations constantly given.

When she was in Japan about two months prior, that's when nausea started but, I mean, it was Japan and the woman didn't deprive herself at all from eating and enjoying all the exotic foods of that magical country, which logically had caused some sort of food poisoning, she thought.

All of these alterations had plausible answers, and none of them sounded out of the ordinary until Y/N started noticing a small bump in her stomach, though still nothing major.

At first, she wondered if it was due to her sloppiness in her exercise routine. But when she found herself looking at her reflection in the mirror and starting to create expectations about a hypothetical baby, the driver's wife decided that the best thing would be to step back from dreamland and go to the doctor. 

Not because she expected to hear that her biggest dream had finally come true, but rather to keep her from imagining a life that would never be possible, or so she thought.

When looking at her baby for the first time, tears began to form in her eyes. He was so small, tiny as a firefly, but so real. His little feet, his delicate hands, his loving face. She couldn't believe that love of such a dimension could instantly consume her, warm her soul, and fill her with hope and dreams long forgotten.

"It's a boy, isn't it?" she asked, sure the answer would be yes. Inexplicably perhaps, as soon as she looked at him, all she could see was Sebastian.

Oh my god, how could I, she panicked. Y/N was so confident that this trip to the doctor would be nothing and now all she could think about was how she had taken away her husband's experience of being able to find out about the pregnancy on her side.

"Yes, it's a little boy." The obstetrics confirmed after a few minutes, smiling at the pregnant woman lying on the bed. "How did you know?"

"I don't know, it was just a feeling." Y/N replied. "And... And is everything alright with him?"

"Don't worry, my dear." The doctor placed her hand over the other woman's. "He is perfect and seems to be completely out of harm's way. Now you just have to take care of yourselves and enjoy the process."

They said the end is comin'

Everyone’s up to somethin'

I find myself runnin' home to your sweet nothings

Outside, they’re push and shovin'

You're in the kitchen hummin'

All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothin'

After tucking two copies of the ultrasound carefully into the bottom of her suitcase, the woman left the clinic on a mission: running home to her lover's sweet nothings.

A few meters ahead, she managed to signal for a taxi to stop and thus began her journey home. The happiness she felt radiated everywhere as she leaned the top of her head against the car window and recalled all the stormy moments that had brought her here, to the happiest day of her life.

"Seb, I can't see. You do it." The young woman told her husband, covering her eyes, afraid to know the test result in front of them.

"Okay, liebling. Relax." He said, placing his hands on her shoulders in an attempt to control his wife's stress. "Regardless of the outcome, we'll deal with it, together." He placed a soft kiss on the top of her hair.

They had been trying to have a baby for a few months now, without success, and she especially was starting to feel the pressure. Seb, the more peaceful and patient of the two, did what he could to reassure her that they would be okay, come what may, but Y/N was starting to think something was wrong with her.

The driver took the white stick and turned it over, immediately noticing the two pink stripes. "Engel..." His voice whispered, barely audible. "You- We- We are having a baby."

In disbelief, she took his hand to confirm it with her own eyes. "Oh my god, we made it. We're having a baby." The two embraced and the world around them disappeared as the newlyweds wept with happiness.

The couple immediately called their parents and close family, excited to share the good news with everyone. Everyone knew how much this child was wanted and how much they tried to make it a reality.

They were so happy for a few days.

Two days later, the two went to the clinic to confirm that all was well with their future son or daughter. The process was very normal at first. They filled out the proper paperwork and answered the typical necessary questions. She then lay in bed while the doctor put the gel on her stomach and pressed the ultrasound probe into her belly, expecting to see their baby on the monitor.

They were fairly calm, until the obstetrician left the room without warning, returning minutes later with an older man, clearly a more experienced doctor, to help with the consultation.

Y/N and Seb looked at each other, both fearing the worst. But neither of them expected the words the doctor said to them as they all sat around his secretary.

"I'm afraid the positive test Mrs Vettel took a few days ago was a false positive." The man revealed.

On the way home

I wrote a poem

You say, "What a mind"

This happens all the time

Ooh, ooh

On her way home, the anticipation of telling her husband about their miracle grew as Y/N approached her destination.

As she got out of the taxi after paying the nice gentleman who drove her, the woman stopped to look around the neighbourhood. God, how perfect it was to raise a child there, she thought, as soon as her eyes fell on the image of a father and his little son playing football.

She could picture Seb and their baby boy a few years from then right there, kicking the ball around, and that would more than compensate for all the hardships they'd been through.

Since the day she was confronted with her endometriosis and for the next three years, Sebastian and his wife spent days on end with doctors and specialists, testing natural methods and different medications, and reading books on the subject.

A thousand different diagnoses, a thousand treatment options, and a thousand advice guides from people who had gone through the same thing.

All this led to discouragement and exhaustion for both of them.

"Sebastian, I don't think this will work..." She admitted, afraid of upsetting him. "We've tried everything."

"Liebling..." The driver called out to her, pain notable in his voice. "If it doesn't work out, we can always build our family in another way. We have fostering, surrogacy, adoption..."

"I'm tired of this, Seb." She confessed, for the first time, exhausted from the whole process and with tears forming in the corners of her eyes. "I'm tired of trying."

'Cause they said the end is comin'

Everyone's up to somethin’

I find myself runnin’ home to your sweet nothings

Outside, they're push and shovin’

You're in the kitchen hummin'

All that you ever wanted from me was nothin'

Y/N put her key in the lock and turned it, opening the door to the cosy blue house where they lived.

As soon as she entered her home, the young woman immediately smelled the magnificent scent of her favourite dish in the air, following it to the kitchen.

And there he was.

In the kitchen humming, swaying his hips gently to the music that played softly beside him as he prepared dinner.

She couldn't pass up that moment to stop and appreciate the love of her life.

Although he was a star of the Formula 1 world, had four world championships under his belt and was an idol to thousands of people around the world, Sebastian was his best version like this: at home, with his small acts of love, so simple and humble.

Without realizing it, Y/N let out a sob, just as she started to cry. She wept with joy, with gratitude, with love. He was without a doubt her best friend and she couldn't have chosen anyone better to be by her side than the German.

"Engel, what's the matter?" Seb asked, turning quickly to her and approaching her, as soon as he heard her cry. "What happened? Is something wrong?"

Industry disruptors and soul deconstructors

And smooth-talking hucksters out glad-handing each other

And the voices that implore, "You should be doing more"

To you, I can admit that I’m just too soft for all of it

"What do you mean you're going to stop treatments?" Y/N's mother questioned, with a scorned face. "You should be doing more, not giving up, for God's sake."

In fact, the relationship between Y/N and her mother had never been easy or healthy, but still, it hurt her to hear such judgment coming from someone who was supposed to love and support her unconditionally.

"Mum, that was our decision. It doesn't matter what you think is right or what you think is best." Y/N declared, trying to keep herself calm.

"That's what you say now." The older lady spoke up, her muscles tense with anger and not caring in the least about her daughter's feelings. "Not only are you depriving me of having grandchildren, but you are also preventing your own husband from having his own children. By choice. It won't take long to find someone else to give them to him. You'll see."

 It won't take long to find someone else to give them to him.

You'll see.

You'll see.

You'll see.

Those terrible words were chanting in the poor girl's head, like a scratched record stuck in the same song.

It was safe to say that that conversation between mother and daughter had more consequences than expected from a simple breakfast. Y/N's mood was ruined for the rest of her day.

After returning home to her husband, the woman occasionally excused herself to the bathroom during the day in an attempt to hide the tears that threatened to fall.

However, Seb knew her better than the back of his hand. As soon as he looked at her walking through the door, he knew something was wrong, but he tried to give her space so she felt comfortable opening up to him about what was going on.

When the driver realized that he had no other option but to intervene, he entered the bathroom without warning, coming face to face with the image of his wife sitting on the toilet, crying as she hid in between her hands.

"Schatz, please talk to me." Seb pleaded, running his hand carefully over her hair as he lowered himself to her level.

"You're going to leave me, that's what's wrong." She confessed, letting her voice rise in volume. "All because I'm a complete failure as a woman and as a wife. I've tried, I've tried everything. But I can't give you the family you want, or the children you deserve."

"What are you talking about?" He asked, more confused than ever by his wife's sudden insecurity.

"You deserve so much better than me, Seb..." Y/N looked right into his eyes, trying to apologize for something she had no control over. "To you I can admit that I'm just too soft for all this. I can't live with the guilt of ruining your dreams anymore."

"Liebling, stop. Look at me." He took her hands and placed them on top of his own cheeks, making her maintain eye contact between them. "You are more than enough. I would give up everything for you. I don't need children, championships, money or fame." He continued, leaning his head against her thighs.

"All that I ever wanted from you was nothing. You are literally the only thing I need in this world to be happy."

They said the end is comin'

Everyone's up to somethin'

I find myself runnin' home to your sweet nothings

Outside, they're push and shovin'

You're in the kitchen hummin'

All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothin'

Y/N grabbed the collar of the army green shirt her husband was wearing and pulled him to her, letting her lips cover his.

She poured all of her feelings into that kiss, quickly reciprocated with the same intensity by Seb as soon as he got over the shock of her unexpected movement.

Her tears continued to stream down her face, and although the German could taste them in his mouth, he knew that, no matter what was going on with Y/N, that demonstration of love between them was exactly what she needed at that time.

As soon as their now swollen lips parted ways, Sebastian broke the silence. "As much as I love every time you kiss me like that, I'm getting worried, engel. Did something happen? Where were you?"

"Oh sweetheart, something happened, yes, and you'll never believe what I have to tell you." Her smile appeared on her face again, so bright and cheerful, that her partner felt the corners of his mouth mirror the movement of her lips.

They said the end is comin'

Everyone's up to somethin'

I find myself runnin' home to your sweet nothings

Outside, they're push and shovin'

You're in the kitchen hummin'

"I'm honestly so lost, schatz." The man laughed, shaking his head. "But I can assume by your face that it's a good thing, I think?"

She laughed along with him, placing a sweet kiss on his cheek as she turned to her purse. Her hand reached for the rectangular image hidden at the bottom of the bag.

Seb held out his hand, expecting her to put the mysterious object on top of it.

His eyes were deceiving him. It can't be, his thoughts racing.

"Are- Are you- Is this yours?" He stuttered nervously.

Y/N nodded her head and wrapped the blond man around the waist. "We're going to have a baby, my love. It finally happened."

"But you- We- The treatments stopped-" He couldn't even form a complete sentence, which made his partner giggle like a little kid.

"Looks like he was just waiting for the right moment to show up." She leaned her cheek against her best friend's chest as he placed his chin on the top of her head.

"He? Is it a boy?" His voice faltered for a moment, unable to contain his emotion.

"Oops, surprise?" He felt her chest rise and fall against his as Y/N chuckled softly.

"I couldn't be happier, liebling." Sebastian looked at her, full on crying, with his hands over his wife's cheeks. "Just having you by my side makes me the happiest man in the world."

"I can't wait to meet our baby. I bet he's going to be your twin." She laughed, returning to her soulmate's warm embrace. "Thank you, Seb."

"Thanks for what?"

"Thank you for wanting nothing from me except for me."

"I love you more than anything, you and our little one." He placed his hand on her stomach for the first time, feeling the small bump, much to his shock.

"And I love you, Vettel." She replied, feeling a single tear run down her face.

"Michael won't believe me when I tell him this."

All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothin'

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[abibliophobiaa]

right where you left me:

chapter two preview:

steve harrington x inexperienced!f!reader || best friends to lovers, mutual pining, second chance romance with the town handyman who lives in a cabin in the woods.

a/n: since the poll was a tie when i said i would call it, here’s a section of each of the two words you voted for. because i am generous. and because i have been writing this one for a few weeks and making you wait for it.

JEALOUSY:

Lucy leans her elbow against the counter, and you can’t help but admire the cream colored chunky knit sweater she’s wearing with a flowing skirt to finish off the look. It looks effortless on her.

“What can I get you today?”

“A hot coffee, cream two sugars please,” you tell her, and she gets to work behind the counter.

Out of the corner of your eye you notice Steve’s truck he uses for work, the back full of leftover lumber.

“Oh, Steve’s here?” Lucy says, sounding a little faraway. Contrast to the ball of excitement she’s been since you walked in. “You know, he’s a confusing one, that guy.”

“Is he?” You laugh, watching as he rummages around his front passenger seat.

“Ever since the earthquake, he’s been giving up so much of himself. Charity, taking up the basketball team at the high school, helping out around town. Did you know he helped my parents build a shed last summer? By hand?” Her voice trails off, and that smile of hers grows once more, like she’s stuck in a far off memory. “And he’s handsome. Single. Yet he doesn’t date. Not really. It’s so…strange? But whoever he marries — they’re gonna be a lucky one.”

“Yeah…” Your brows furrow at her words.

Steve, your Steve, is something of a hero to these people. He’s your hero too, but it twinges in your chest hearing it from someone else. For so long he’d been yours, but now, it seems, he’s needed around here. Admired. Loved. And you’ve missed so much of it in running away. Time you’ll never get back.

He’s changed. You just never realized how much. An ache builds in your heart, wondering if maybe you’re too different now from who you both were years ago.

The man in question hops out of the vehicle, fingers carding through his hair as he gazes into the coffee shop, immediately lighting up when he sees you.

“Do you know him?” Lucy asks, voice raising in pitch as she hands you your coffee and you toss your bills onto the counter.

“Yeah,” you say, sipping at the coffee, “he’s been my best friend for years. I’m staying with him for the time being, actually.”

“Oh!” Lucy perks up, chewing her bottom lip. “So you’re the one he’s so —”

As your mouth opens to ask what Lucy means, Steve walks in. He immediately commands the attention of the shop, both yours and Lucy’s stares drawn to him as he slides an arm around your waist and tugs you against his side, oblivious to what he’s interrupted.

“I was going to grab you some coffee,” he says, fingers squeezing a bit at your side. He notices Lucy then. “Hey, Luce.”

Luce.

Familiar.

Jealousy burns. You try to tamper it down, to pretend the unspoken words between them don’t matter to you. But there are a thousand new questions that burn in your mind, with no words or standing to ask them.

Lucy waves in greeting, those pretty green eyes of hers glimmering in the moonlight spilling in through the front windows of the shop. “Always good to see you, Steve.”

“You too,” he agrees, head lowering closer to yours as he then asks, “Ready to head out?”

He’s leading you to the door, and you spare a glance over your shoulder to the woman you’ve just met moments ago. There’s a look you can’t quite place on her features, a furrow of her brows, a slight downturn to her softly parted lips.

You wave your goodbye, and try to push all of whatever that might have been into the depths of your mind.

-

TENSION:

Now you sit beside him on the floor, admiring the freshly painted wall, taking a moment to breathe before starting the next one. You’re wearing a pair of overalls, a ratty old tee shirt tied up beneath, revealing the curve of your side, a patch of skin that Steve’s been trying to not stare at for the past few hours.

His heart clenches as your head tips over your shoulder, a little splatter of olive colored paint across your cheek. Reaching out, he cups your cheek and wipes it away, warming as you lean a bit into his touch.

Neither of you dares to acknowledge the tension burning in the room. The way it feels like time seems to slow to a halt when you’re there, shuffling up onto your feet, moving over to the next wall. Steve only talks. Begins prattling on about anything and everything, trying to keep himself distracted from the feeling swirling in his gut — the desire that has only grown every day to see what might happen if he just dared to try. To close the gap between your lips and put to bed all the questions.

But he doesn’t. Instead he gazes ahead, mouth dropping open when he asks about what your relationship with Clark was like — in what feels like an attempt to torture himself — and you utter that you’d never really done anything with him.

“Or anyone…for that matter,” you add slowly, your bottom lip pushing between your teeth, voice a little quiet.

“Like…?”

“I’m not a virgin, Steve,” you bark out, eyes rolling a bit in your skull. “But I’ve really only been with one guy. And it wasn’t even good or anything.”

“You’re joking.”

“Steve.”

“I’m not making fun. I’m just…”

“Shocked at how pathetic I am?” you drawl, taking a step backward. Away from him.

“No — I just —”

“It’s not like the movies either. All of the explosions and fireworks.” You frown, and Steve grimaces at your words. At the sadness lining your features. “I just — I don’t know. It wasn’t like how you’d always talked about it. We barely even kissed during it and I didn’t…”

“Honey…” he sighs, taking a step forward. “Clearly, he wasn’t the right guy. The right guy would have made it extra special, because you’re special, and definitely would have made sure you finished before he did. And I’m sorry but he didn’t deserve you, because you deserve all the explosions and fireworks.”

“Yeah?” You sound so hopeful, eyes a little narrowed, mouth parting softly.

“I mean…hypothetically…” he steps a little closer.

He catches your slow swallow. The way your chest heaves on a breath, eyes trailing his form. Heat burns in the atmosphere as your eyes narrow a bit, staring at him like you had in the woods. Appreciatively, and not at all like a friend. How long had he missed those looks? How long had he not noticed the slow simmering desire beneath the surface? Suddenly he’s back in that closet and a teenager again, only now instead of your jean shorts, his finger curls into the pocket of your overalls, chest brushing yours. Cornered, your back bumps against the presently dry wall behind you.

“If it were me —” he stops. Thinks better of it.

“N-no,” you splutter out, voice a rasp, breath puffing, “go on. Hypothetically, obviously.”

“Well, for starters, I’d start by getting down on my kne —”

“Hey, kids!” Mr. Jones calls into the room, and you both jump like you’ve been caught doing something you shouldn’t be. “Could one of you help me sort through some boxes? I don’t want to be a bother, but my back just isn’t what it was, you know?”

You throw a hand up in the air. “I’ve got it.”

Steve inwardly groans, his jeans suddenly a little too tight at what he’d been imagining doing to you only moments before — what he’d been imagining doing to you for years, if he was being honest.

You glance away, rushing over to Gerry, embarrassment rolling off your form.

And you’re gone, following the older man from where he came.

Conversation…over.

-

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[mint-yooxgi]

{3} - Paradise Gardens - Yandere!Demonic Entities!Ateez X Reader

Yandere AU & Demon AU - Book Two to Hotel California

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Fluff, Slight Humor, Smut

Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Focus on San & Wooyoung)

Words: 11,660

Warnings: Very suggestive content. OC wakes up needy and the guys are more than happy to provide. Morning canoodling: fingering (fem. receiving), breast play, praise, hand job. Mentions of past trauma and PTSD. Minor anxiety. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: I am SO excited for this chapter, you have no idea. First, a little sweet smut with Woosan, and then the return of everyone’s favourite dragons!!! Ehehehe, I really am looking forward to everything else I ave planned for this series, and I really hope you all are too. As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

Also, gentle reminder that I don’t do tag lists.

Mini Masterlist - Part One - Part Two

The pale grey light of the early morning sun shines dully through the clouds covering the sky above. The soft sound of rain patters gently against the windows, giving rise to a veiled mist that drifts through the air. Faintly, a chill settles over the room, yet the warmth radiating off of either male beside you protects you from the crispness of dawn.

You hum contently.

“Good morning, Angel,” a light chuckle sounds from in front of you, a hand coming up to tenderly grasp your cheek.

A low noise of acknowledgement escapes you from within your throat, eyes remaining closed as you stretch yourself beneath the covers.

The other hand that you feel placed gently over your stomach, resting just below your chest, draws you in closer. His fingers press delicately into your skin beneath the material of your shirt, shifting slightly as his own chest brushes against your back.

“Rise and shine, Pretty Baby,” San’s voice is a mere rumble right by your ear, lips pressing delicately against the skin of your neck.

Another low hum escapes you, burying yourself deeper into the comfort of their embrace. “Five more minutes.”

The way you can feel both of their chests shaking with affectionate laughter has a content smile pulling at your features.

“Take your time, Gorgeous,” Wooyoung breathes out, leaning in to place a kiss onto your forehead. “We’re right here.”

Beneath the blankets, your legs shift slightly, tucking them in a little closer to you. Well, as much as you can with either male surrounding you. A soft, pleasant thrum echoes throughout your body, and you find that you cannot help the way you squeeze your thighs together the smallest bit beneath the covers.

You were having a very lovely dream, and you can feel the lingering effects throughout your body. The way tingles travel lightly over your skin, settling into your bones, has you shifting your hips slightly once more, seeking any sort of friction that you can this morning.

Suddenly, San’s hand pressing against your bare skin begins to feel too hot.

A small whine escapes you. The arm you have lazily slung over Wooyoung’s waist tugs him in closer.

“What the matter, Baby?” There’s nothing but concern held in San’s voice, but you have a feeling that were you to open your eyes and turn to look at him, you’d see a small grin tugging at the corner of his lips.

Slowly, meticulously, San begins smoothly tracing his thumb against the skin of your stomach. The moment you turn your body the slightest bit, angling yourself so that you’re leaning against his chest for support as your legs part briefly, you hear them both inhale sharply.

Two low, pleased growls reverberate around the room, chests rumbling with each breath that they now take.

Your breathing deepens as you feel the hand Wooyoung has resting against your cheek slide down the side of your neck. His touch is light, nothing more than a careful brush of his skin against your own as your eyes finally flutter open. The way you can see him already staring at you, gaze dark as his own chest rises and falls dramatically with each breath that he takes has you biting your lower lip in response.

San’s hand slips a fraction of an inch lower, his thumb continuously brushing against your skin.

“I-“ your voice gets caught in your throat, but you can see the visible way Wooyoung is hanging on to your every word. From the way San tenses behind you, you know that he is, too. Another low whine escapes you. “Please.”

“Please, what, Baby?” San’s voice is nothing short of teasing as his hand slips the slightest bit lower over your skin. From the pleasant rumble that shakes his chest, you can just tell that he can feel how frantically your heart is racing inside of your chest right now.

“Tell us what you need, Angel, and we will do everything in our power to fulfill your every desire.” Wooyoung leans forward to rest his forehead against your own, staring deeply into your eyes as his swirl with that all too familiar darkness that you’ve become so used to.

A faint heat begins to blossom on your cheeks, legs once more shifting beneath the covers as you feel San move his hand yet another fraction of an inch downwards.

“You-” you begin, and you watch the corner of Wooyoung’s lips quirk upwards. “My dream…”

“Yes?” He hums, somewhat knowingly. “What about it?”

Your hand on his waist grips him a little firmer, and you notice how his breath hitches in response.

“You’re aware of it, then.” The words are a little strained, mind still cloudy with the haze of both sleep and need. The need to feel them against you: touching you, and you subsequently touching them.

“Of course we are, Beautiful,” Wooyoung’s lips twitch upwards the faintest bit, his fingers dancing along the exposed skin of your collarbones. Your shirt does little to cover you, and you find that you’re grateful for that fact at the present. “It’s delightful to know that you dream about us in such ways that we’ve always dreamt about you.”

“Yet, you haven’t done anything to me in spite of it,” you observe, a hint of inquiry clinging to your words as your chest rises and falls dramatically.

“This is not the first time we’ve experienced you having such pleasant dreams while being held in our embrace, Pretty Baby.” San’s grip tightens the slightest bit around you. The way he can hear your breath hitch as you feel his semi-erect cock now pressing against your ass has a subtle smirk pulling at his lips. “We simply never want you to think that we expect anything to come from it.”

“Nor do we want to take advantage of you during such times.” Wooyoung adds lowly, his hand pausing momentarily in its movements to settle lovingly against your shoulder.

“What if-“ your breath hitches once more as you shift within their hold, “What if I want you to touch me because of it.”

Two low, pleased growls echo around the room for the second time this morning.

“If that is what you want, Baby, than we are more than happy to oblige,” San nips lightly at your ear, his lips trailing delicate kisses along the skin of your exposed neck in the next moment.

“San, Wooyoung,” the whimper of their names are but a desperate plea on your lips as you feel yourself clench around nothing. “My Kings, please, touch me.”

“With pleasure.” The low growl that escapes San is synonymous with the way he grinds his hips into your ass. 

Slowly, he trails his hand the rest of the way downwards. Gripping the skin of your thigh lightly, he carefully drags your leg back to rest delicately over his own, spreading you open the slightest bit for the both of them this morning.

Inhaling deeply, both males let out more pleased rumbles at the way the scent of your arousal begins to permeate the air.

“You smell wonderful, Baby,” San hums, fingers teasingly dancing along the waistline of your sweatpants. “And all just for us.”

Again, you feel yourself clench around nothing, humming right along with him. “Just for you.”

You fail to see the way San’s eyes flash black at your words, but you do not miss the shifting of Wooyoung’s. The elder of the two is quick to prop himself up on his elbow, leaning further into you in order to trail his lips down your neck and over the skin of your shoulder, nipping at the tender flesh all the while.

The whole time, Wooyoung’s hand begins to move over you once more. He cups your cheek delicately, loving the way your own arm shifts upward to do the same to him. 

The way you meet his gaze says it all. Nothing but tender love and affection shines within. Not only that, but that familiar spark of desire and excitement. It’s been a little while since you’ve allowed any of them to touch you like this, and the last thing either of them wants to do is push things too far. Always, they will take things at your pace, and the fact that you want them to please you, that your need and desperation for them is making you ache for their touch, has a familiar warmth flooding their veins.

“If you change your mind, and want us to stop at any point,” San whispers lowly into your ear, “you let us know right away, Baby.”

You find you can only nod in response, a mumbled ‘I will’ barely escaping you as your eyes flutter shut. The feeling of San’s hand resting just beneath your sweats is drawing all of your focus, stomach twisting in desire the longer he goes without touching you where you need him most.

“The same goes for if we do anything that makes you uncomfortable,” Wooyoung adds.

The soft smile that pulls onto your features as you crack your eyes open to look at him sets his heart racing inside of his chest.

“Likewise,” you manage to get out, your thumb brushing tenderly against his cheek.

Smiles pull at both of their faces, nothing but love dripping from their gazes as they look at you. The fact that you begin to squirm slightly once more in anticipation has affectionate chuckles escaping them yet again.

“My Queen,” Wooyoung’s breathless call of your title draws your attention back on to him. Slowly, he leans in, eyes darting longingly down to your lips as he licks his own. “Please, may I kiss you?”

You cannot deny the way your heart positively flutters at his request.

A soft smile graces your features as you pull him closer, your breath ghosting along the skin of his lips. “I would love nothing more.”

The moment Wooyoung presses his lips to your own, a content rumble escapes him. His hands are desperate, clinging onto you as if you may slip through his fingers at a moment’s notice. His chest presses right up against your own, deepening the kiss without another second of hesitation.

The gasp you let out as San dips a finger through your folds is music to both of their ears.

“Fuck- My Queen,” San’s voice is but a pleased growl on his lips as he lightly begins to circle your clit. “So wet for me.”

You part briefly from Wooyoung’s lips as you moan, eyes fluttering shut in bliss.

“All for you,” you hum, feeling as Wooyoung slides his one hand down to gently begin palming at your breast.

His lips are back on your own just as he brushes a thumb over your nipple, feeling it harden beneath the fabric of your shirt as he continues his ministrations.

Again, San dips his fingers through your folds, gathering your wetness before moving upwards to circle your clit gently.

Your breath hitches, and you cannot help the way your hips jolt at the touch.

“Fuck-“ a shudder wracks San’s spine, his eyes falling shut as he increases the pressure the slightest bit over your clit. “You were just aching for us to touch your little wet, needy cunt, weren’t you, Baby?”

“Yes.” A desperate whimper escapes you as your clit pulses against the pads of his fingers.

San smirks against the skin of your neck.

“Pretty Baby,” he hums, loving the way you begin to shift your hips back against his hard cock, grinding your ass against him in tandem with the movements of his hand.

A breathless sigh of his name falls from your lips, and you feel him twitch against you. The corner of your lips quirk upwards as you hear San let out an unabashed moan from behind you.

“My name was made to be graced by your lips, My Queen,” his chest rumbles once more in content, breaths coming in jagged pants right by your ear.

“Every sound that you make for us is a symphony, Angel,” Wooyoung draws your attention back to him for the moment, eyes dark as he licks his lips. “One which we could never tire of.”

A growl of agreement sounds at your back.

In the next moment, you feel Wooyoung’s hands slowly begin to creep up beneath your shirt. Tingles erupt over your skin everywhere he touches, your breath stuttering as you feel him ghost his fingers along the underside of your breasts.

“Please, My Queen,” Wooyoung gives a slight tug of your shirt upwards, meeting your gaze briefly. Desperation shines behind his eyes, mixing with that all too familiar heated desire you can see swirling within. “May I?”

A frantic nod of your head greets him in response, a breathless ‘yes’ falling from your lips.

The smile that pulls onto Wooyoung’s features is filled with nothing but tender affection as he helps you strip out of your shirt. Shamelessly, his eyes roam over every bare inch of your exposed flesh, that familiar darkness swirling within.

Gently, your hands sneak up beneath his own shirt. “You, too.”

For only a brief moment, both males part from you. You can only watch on in anticipation as Wooyoung tugs his shirt over his head, and you have no doubt that San is doing the exact same behind you. A fact of which is only confirmed when you feel the elder male pressing right up against your back, the warmth from his skin settling deep into your bones and causing a pleasant shudder to caress your spine.

San cannot help the pleased growl that builds in his chest at feeling your bare skin pressing right up against his own. Warmth floods his veins, heart pounding within as the euphoric feeling of finally being able to hold you against him without the barrier of clothing settles over him. This is everything he could have ever dreamed of, and so much more. 

The intimacy of this moment alone makes his head spin. Long since has he desired to feel the press of your tender flesh against his own, and he finds that now that he’s gotten a taste, he will never be able to get enough. Especially not when it comes to you, for this feeling is like no other that he has ever felt before in his life.

He pulls you closer.

Trailing your gaze over Wooyoung’s exposed torso, you lick your lips. The fact that you can hear his breath hitch as you do so has the corners twitching upwards. 

The moment he settles back onto the bed, your hands are on him, fingers dancing along the skin of his abdomen and up his chest. The way he shivers beneath your touch sets your heart racing, warmth flooding your veins.

Your eyes catch on that all too familiar necklace he always wears ever since you gifted it to him. There’s no doubt in your mind that San is wearing his own as well.

“My Handsome Kings,” you hum lowly, a pleasant warmth continuing to spread outwards through your body, and all the way down to the tips of your fingers which are tracing lightly over the skin of Wooyoung’s chest. “All mine.”

Their reactions are instantaneous: snarls of approval escape them both, their eyes flashing black once more. San cannot prevent the desperate way his hips grind against your ass, while Wooyoung immediately pulls you back into him for a kiss.

“All yours, My Queen,” San’s voice is but a low rumble by your ear as he nips lightly at your skin.

“All yours,” Wooyoung echoes lowly against the skin of your lips, only to pull away and rest his forehead against your own. “Now, let us take care of you.”

The drag of Wooyoung’s one hand down your body is meticulous, electricity following in his wake as he reaches the waistline of your sweats. Only, before he can so much as dip one finger below the band, San tugs you further back against his chest, a low warning growl escaping his lips.

“You got to touch her last time,” his hand is quick to replace Wooyoung’s, eyes flashing dangerously at his brother. “It’s my turn to please Our Queen.”

Wooyoung’s brow twitches in amusement, tongue darting out to wet his lips as the corner quirks upwards slightly. A movement of which you know is pointed on his part, especially when he notices you staring at his mouth. 

Your own parts slightly in response, your chest rising and falling dramatically with every breath. With wide eyes, and your heart beating erratically in your chest, you find yourself leaning further back against San. His skin presses delicately against your own, and you nearly swoon from that feeling alone.

Letting out a slight amused huff in his brother’s direction, Wooyoung retracts his hand. For now. Instead, he trails it back up your body, moving to cup your one breast. His thumb brushes tenderly against your nipple, feeling it harden beneath his touch once more. He smirks.

Slowly, you grind your hips back against San, practically feeling the way his cock twitches against the skin of your ass. At the same time, you trail your one hand down Wooyoung’s chest, letting your nails scrape lightly against his skin. The way you hear his breath hitch as you teasingly hook a finger beneath the waistline of his own sweats has a small smile tugging at your lips.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you notice Wooyoung’s lips part. His chest rises and falls dramatically, the subtlest of nods to his head as he looks at you pleadingly. He doesn’t need to say anything for you to understand that he’s practically begging for you to touch him right now. A promise of which you have every intention to follow through on.

“Sannie,” you whine, shifting your hips back against him as your brow furrows in slight frustration. The aforementioned male hasn’t moved his hand from its position right above the hemline of your sweats for the past few minutes, and you can hardly stand the way you begin to throb in need. “If you’re going to touch me, then please, touch me. Otherwise, I’ll do it myself.”

Wooyoung’s one brow quirks in amusement as another growl sounds from behind you. The way San instantly has his one arm wrapped around your waist, holding you flush against him while the other finally sneaks back beneath your sweatpants has your heart fluttering in anticipation.

“Like hell am I going to miss out on the opportunity to please you, My Queen,” he drags his fingers in the lightest of touches over your wet folds. “I simply just want to take my time and enjoy you this morning.”

“Then-“ your words get caught in your throat, breath hitching as you feel him slowly sink a finger into your tight cunt.

A low moan escapes you, eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head as you feel yourself clench around him.

“Fuck- so warm,” he hums, chest rumbling in content. “So wet, and all for me.”

“Yours,” your hips grind against him, feeling him beginning to move his finger gently along your inner walls.

A guttural groan escapes him, his own hips working in tandem with your own. The press of his hard cock against your ass, combined with the way you can feel his finger pressing up inside of you has your eyes fluttering shut in bliss.

The feeling of Wooyoung’s lips on your skin draws your attention back to the younger male, gazing down at him to see him gently biting and sucking at your chest. His tongue is quick to trace over your skin, sliding down to lightly flick over your one nipple. The way his hands feel cupping your breasts, tenderly squeeing the flesh as he suckles that pert little bud into his mouth has you arching into him.

“My Kings,” you sigh breathlessly, losing yourself to the euphoric feeling that begins to flood your veins. “Just like that.”

Two pleased growls reverberate against your skin, chests rising and falling in tandem as a beautiful symphony of sin consisting of your soft moans fills the air.

San adds another finger, and the way your whole body shudders in his hold has a pride unlike ever before swirling within his chest. The way he can feel you squeezing him so delicately as he massages you warm walls makes his head spin. This is everything he could have ever asked for, and so much more. The fact that he is the one able to bring you uninterrupted pleasure right now has his cock twitching within his sweats once more.

Delicately, your fingers begin to trace along the skin of Wooyoung’s stomach. The way you can feel him tense beneath your touch has you smiling faintly, your free hand coming up to tangle in his locks as he continues to nip at the tender flesh of your breasts. He alternates between tracing his tongue over your skin, and sucking one of your nipples into his mouth, eyes always darting up to catch your every expression.

The moment he feels your one hand sneak beneath the waistline of his sweats, palm ghosting over the skin of his hard cock, he moans. Wooyoung cannot help the way his eyes flutter shut as you grasp his aching cock gently, giving the base a light squeeze as you begin to pump him a few times in your hold. The swipe of your thumb over his leaking tip has him twitching in your grip, another unabashed moan escaping his lips.

“My Queen,” his brow furrows, head falling forward to rest against the skin of your chest. “Fuck- My Queen.”

His breathing comes in jagged pants, hands trembling in their hold over your skin as he clings onto you for dear life.

Too many times has Wooyoung fantasized about the feeling of your hands on his skin. Ever since that fateful day where you allowed him the honour of eating you out in front of all of his brothers, Wooyoung has craved your touch on him in every way imaginable. A simple taste is no longer enough; the mere thought of you, pleasing him while he pleases you, sets his whole body alight with the flames of his passion which have always burned brightly for you. Gladly, he will drown in that blazing pit of desire. Every. Single. Time.

You twist your wrist, alternating between squeezing him gently beneath your fingers and swiping your thumb over the tip. The way you can feel his whole body trembling against your own has a sense of pride swelling in your chest, heart racing once more. A fact of which you know he can hear, for he begins placing wet, open mouthed kisses over your skin in time with each rapid pulse of your heart.

“So pretty, Baby,” San hums against the back of your neck, smirking against your skin as he feels you tilt your head the slightest bit backwards to rest against his own. “Letting us take care of your like this.”

“You’re doing so well for us, Angel,” Wooyoung’s words are strained, but he manages to shift his gaze upwards to meet your own. The way his voice catches slightly as you slide your hand down to cup his balls, beginning to massage them in the next second, has a smirk pulling at your features. “Fuck- just like that.”

A choked whimper escapes your lips as you feel San pressing his thumb over your clit. The moment he begins circling that little bundle of nerves, you cannot help but clench around his fingers.

Your eyes flutter shut. “So good to me.”

Pleased rumbles shake their chests, their lips finding purchase on your skin. Each male has to feel your pressing against them in every way possible, needing to have you trembling from their touch. Only they can bring you to such ecstasy, in any and every way they know how.

Wooyoung’s mouth is back on your one breast, nipping at the tender flesh before suckling gently on that pert little bud. His one hand comes up to pinch at your opposite nipple, making sure to give each an equal amount of attention. Though, with the way you begin to slide your palm over his hard cock, subtly increasing the pressure all the while, he finds it more and more difficult to concentrate on anything other than you.

Small whines begin to fall from your lips, increasing in pitch and frequency as you feel San slowly beginning to quicken his movements over your clit. The way he adds the slightest bit more pressure against your walls with his fingers has your breath hitching, especially when you feel him massaging that one tender spot inside of you so delicately.

That familiar tightening in your lower abdomen begins to grow, and you cannot prevent the way your eyes flutter shut in bliss. Low mutters of ‘yes’ continually fall from your lips like a mantra, hips continuously grinding back against San’s as you meet his every movement.

“My Kings,” their title is but a whimper as you desperately cry out their names.

“That’s it, My Queen,” San’s voice is but a pleased snarl on his lips, increasing the urgency of his movements against you once more. “Come for me. Come for Your Kings.”

“Don’t hold back, Angel,” Wooyoung pants, and you feel him twitch within your hold as you continue to twist your wrist, your hand working over his cock in tandem. “We’re right here. Let yourself go.”

“San, Wooyoung-“ nothing more than a desperate plea of their names falls from your lips. “Fuck-“

Grabbing the back of Wooyoung’s head, your fingers tangle in his hair. Holding onto him quite firmly, you guide his lips back to your own. Gladly, the younger male swallows all of your sounds, offering you ones of his own as his hips move in time with your every stroke over his throbbing cock.

Not even a second later, his hips stutter. A guttural groan escapes him soon after as he completely stills in your hand.

The press of his forehead against yours is synonymous with the first spurts of his come that you can feel leaking onto your hand. Only, you find you don’t have time to revel in his orgasm, for your own crashes into you in the next moment.

A loud, unabashed moan escapes you as you throw your head back in bliss. Your eyes fall shut, chest heaving as you feel San riding you through your high, his fingers languidly stroking over your inner walls as his thumb gently continues to circle over your clit. The way you can hear pleased snarls escaping him with every breath he takes makes your head spin, whole body spasming in his hold.

“That’s it, Baby,” he nips at the shell of your ear, pressing tender kisses down the skin of your neck. “I’ve got you. I’m right here.”

A pleasant hum escapes you, but it comes out more as a whine than anything as you attempt to catch your breath. The way you can feel yourself clench around San’s fingers once more as he slowly removes them from your cunt has a shiver caressing your spine.

“You did so well for us, Angel,” Wooyoung breathes, his chest rising and falling dramatically as he attempts to calm himself down.

“Because My Kings always take such good care of me,” you hum, settling your free hand over San’s arm still wrapped around your waist as you meet Wooyoung’s gaze from across from you.

Two content rumbles echo through your ears, feeling San press a few more light kisses against the skin of your shoulder.

Slowly, you remove your own hand from beneath Wooyoung’s sweats, feeling the stickiness of his come clinging to the skin of your fingers. Without breaking eye contact with him, you bring your hand up to your lips, tongue darting out to collect some of his release as you languidly drag it along your skin.

Wooyoung’s eyes flash, a low groan escaping him as his gaze locks on the way you are more than happy to taste him on your tongue.

“You’re a temptress, you know that, Angel?” He brings his one hand up to cup the side of your face.

“You’ve already gotten to taste me,” you reply, subtle grin tugging at your lips as you meet his gaze. “It’s only fair that I get to taste My King, too. Is it not?”

“But, of course,” he smirks, leaning forward to rest his forehead against your own once more. “Any and every time you’d like.”

The way his eyes shine has a soft smile gracing your features. Nothing but a content fondness can be seen within your gaze as you absolutely revel in this moment with the both of them.

Your heart swells inside of your chest. Gently, your thumb resting against San’s arm begins to brush tenderly against his skin.

“Sannie, did you-“

“Don’t worry about me, Pretty Baby,” he’s quick to cut you off, nuzzling his face into the nape of your neck in the next second. “I am more than satisfied right now.”

At the slight wetness you can feel seeping into the back of your sweatpants and against your ass, a heat begins to bloom on your cheeks. “Oh.”

“You truly do not know the effect you have on all of us, do you?” Wooyoung chuckles fondly, pecking your lips tenderly before pushing himself off of the bed.

You watch him lovingly as he grabs his discarded shirt only to turn back to you in the next second. Softly, he begins cleaning off of the rest of your hand as you and San both sit up in bed.

“I guess I don’t,” the pull of your lips upwards is slight, eyes fixed on the way he tenderly caresses your hand. “I never thought it was possible for someone to desire me in the ways that you all do.”

“Well, get used to it, Baby,” An affectionate chuckle escapes San’s lips, and he’s quick to wrap both of his arms around your bare torso, chin coming to rest on your one shoulder as he holds you to him. “Because we will never stop wanting you.”

The way you tilt your head to the side in order to rest your own gently against his says it all. Your eyes flutter shut. “I believe you.”

Low hums of contentment rumble within their chests, San turning his head to place a tender kiss against your cheek.

“I love you, Baby,” he whispers, arms tightening ever so slightly around your waist as he nuzzles his face into the side of your neck.

The way you practically melt into his embrace, your hand coming to rest over the skin of his arms yet again says it all. 

“I love you, Sannie.” A tender smile graces your features as you hum. Shifting your gaze, you manage to clasp one of Wooyoung’s hands in your own. A moment later, and you’ve intertwined your fingers with his, squeezing gently. “I love you, Wooyoung.”

The way his lips pull upwards is nothing short of radiant. The joyous expression lights up the entire room, his eyes shining with nothing but love for you as he brings your joined hands up to press a delicate kiss onto the back of your skin.

“I love you, My Angel.”

A brief, comfortable silence settles over the three of you as you all bask in each other’s presence this morning. Nothing more needs to be said, nor is it necessary, for the ease of simply being together fills the room. That is, until you’re breaking it once more.

“So,” you drawl out that one word, a mischievous, knowing glint to your eyes, “this isn’t the first time you’ve all been affected by my dreams like this.”

It isn’t a question, but more so a statement of fact.

You feel San nod his head slightly against you while Wooyoung hums lightly in response.

“You know,” a slight grin begins to tug at your features, “you have my permission to wake me up during those times. If you want.”

The way Wooyoung’s eyes flash, an eager glint shining within has a chuckle escaping you.

“You mean…?” San can only hope he doesn’t sound too excited for the moment.

“Yes,” you confirm. “I mean, use your discrepancy, but I am more than happy to be woken up by any one of you touching me when something like this happens.”

Pleased growls greet your ears, and you swear you can hear one also come from just outside in the hallway.

“I’d just rather you all not stick anything inside of me while I’m unconscious, but most of everything else is more than okay with me.” You say, and you watch as Wooyoung grins widely before you, nodding almost a bit too enthusiastically along with your words.

“We’ll keep that in mind, Gorgeous,” he squeezes your hand once more, leaning forward to place a tender kiss onto your forehead. “The feeling is mutual. Even if we don’t necessarily sleep, we are more than content to have you wake us up in whatever pleasant ways you see fit.“

“Same conditions apply.” San adds lowly by your ear. “Now, we should probably start getting ready. We have a meeting to attend to, soon.”

“That we do.” You take a deep breath in, nodding softly as you begin to shift out of San’s hold, much to the male’s discontent.

Moving to the edge of the bed, you pull yourself onto your feet with the help of Wooyoung. Carefully, you raise your arms above your head, stretching out your back as you lean slightly from side to side.

“You’re doing it again, Gorgeous,” Wooyoung’s voice is playful, a quirk to his brow as his gaze is locked on your figure for the time being.

At the way you turn to look at him, and then back at San on the bed, a subtle heat begins to creep onto your cheeks. You blink bashfully at them, dropping your arms back to your sides as a giggle escapes you. “Whoops.”

Grins tug at all of your faces as they both watch you disappear into the bathroom, nothing but love shining in their eyes.

Getting ready for the day doesn’t take you that long. Once you’ve showered and changed into some fresh clothes, you begin to make your way towards the kitchen to grab a bite to eat. Of course, there’s already a fresh bowl of fruit waiting for you curtesy of San as soon as you open the fridge. A fact of which that makes you smile as you grab a fork from the drawer.

Twenty minutes later, and after you’ve cleaned up your dishes, you begin to make your way towards the foyer. It’s about the time you agreed upon to leave, anyways.

Rounding the corner, you see Jongho, Yunho, Mingi, and Seonghwa already standing in the middle of the foyer. A blink, and both Hongjoong and Yeosang appear.

“Ready to go, Darling?” Jongho comes to stand beside you just as both Wooyoung and San finally appear.

You nod. “Let’s go.”

The last thing you see is eight nods in agreement before you feel Jongho’s hand settle on your lower back. A moment later, and the somewhat familiar sight of that ancient forest greets your eyes. The soft patter of dewdrops hitting the leaves far above your head reaches your ears, and you begin to make the trek towards the dragon’s nest with your Eight Kings surrounding you.

The walk is silent, a heavy understanding of the situation settling over all of you as they help you through the foliage. This time, though, when you reach that same fallen log, it’s Seonghwa who helps you over it.

The base of the mountain is just as you remember it, the cliff face jutting out far above your head. However, the mountain seems slightly more ominous than it had been previously. You don’t know whether it’s just due to your nerves for this upcoming meeting, or based upon what had happened to you the last time you had visited the dragon’s nest. From the way you notice Jongho, Seonghwa, and Wooyoung all spare brief glances towards you out of the corner of their eyes, you know that they feel the same.

“Wyno is expecting us.” Hongjoong says, drawing your attention to him for the moment as he steps in beside you.

A simple nod is all that he receives from you in response as he places a gentle hand onto your shoulder. 

In the blink of an eye, you’re standing on that cliff face, looking out at the trees spreading out before you. Just as it did the first time, the sight takes your breath away, that look of pure awe painting your features and enrapturing each male as they watch over you carefully.

“All of you came.” A voice from behind you draws your attention.

Turning to face the opening of the cave, you see Wyno standing there in all of her glory. She looks just as ethereal as she did the first time you met her, a bright orange patterned robe wrapping around her figure this time. Her golden eyes shine as she meets your gaze, and she smiles briefly, her pointed teeth on full display. Only, worry pulls at her features in the next second.

Immediately, she crosses the short distance between you, and you hardly have time to react when you feel her hands cupping your cheeks tenderly. The way each male stiffens beside you does not go unnoticed by her.

“You’ve changed.” She breathes, eyes searching your features before briefly darting over your entire figure. A second later, she turns her accusatory gaze towards the males surrounding you. “What happened to My Child?”

The way you see Hongjoong visibly flinch as the others tense around you, shame washing over their features, has you instantly placing a hand onto Wyno’s shoulder.

“Miyeon happened.” Wooyoung growls out, a bitterness to his words.

“Another attack?” Wyno’s eyes narrow, pulling you the slightest bit away from the eight of them as if to push you behind herself.

“She won’t ever be an issue again.” Yunho’s lips pull back over his teeth, whole body tense.

Wyno takes a moment to observe them all carefully. “You were almost too late.”

This time, more than just Hongjoong flinches at her words.

Tenderly, you brush up against all of their minds.

“Please, do not blame them for what has happened, Wyno.” Your gentle voice draws her attention to you, and you notice her gaze soften. “They all saved me in more ways than one.”

Her shoulders relax, if only the slightest bit, as she straightens herself before you. Slowly, she begins to nod, as if in approval.

“You have changed.” She hums, gently pressing a hand onto the small of your back as she leads you towards the cave opening. “You’ve become stronger.”

Her words catch you off guard, blinking a few times in shock. You know that you’ve changed, but you don’t necessarily feel any different. Well, actually, that’s a lie. You do feel different. You feel more sure of yourself. You feel comfortable in your own skin, and you know that despite whatever happens, Your Kings will be with you every step of the way. They will protect you with everything that they are, just as you will now fight to protect them.

You’re in this together. Always. As equals.

“You have suffered, but you have grown from it.” She continues just as she reaches the mouth of the cave. “You truly are fit to be a Queen.”

“Thank you, Wyno.” A warmth blooms on your cheeks, lips tugging upwards bashfully as you avert your gaze. “That truly means a lot to me coming from you."

“I speak nothing but the truth, My Child,” she hums, a fond affection dripping within her gaze as she looks towards you. “Now, come. There are a few who are dying to see you.”

A screech from deep within the cave greets your ears in response, and you hear Wyno sigh. The corner of her lips quirk upwards faintly as she shakes her head in mock exasperation.

A somewhat large, dark blue blur darts from the mouth of the cave.

Instantly, you feel something attempt to tackle you to the ground. Only, you plant your feet this time, expecting the impact.

The dragon now stands about your height on his hind legs, his front arms resting on your shoulders as his wings flare out happily behind him. You can feel his snout rubbing against your jaw, nuzzling your neck affectionately as excited whines escape his throat.

“Xiron!” Your arms are instantly wrapped around that familiar dragon. You giggle. “I’m happy to see you, too!”

Two more screeches are heard from within the cave, a green amphiptere and an albino wyrm slithering out to rest on either side of Wyno. The wyrm physically shakes in excitement, mouth opening and closing in tandem as he screeches happily. The amphiptere, on the other hand, ruffles her wings, tail flicking in eagerness as she sees you hugging Xiron so warmly.

“They’ve all missed you greatly,” Wyno chuckles, crossing her arms slightly over her chest as she looks upon the scene affectionately.

“Well, I’ve missed them, too!” You reply, pulling away to look at the three babies before you. Though, the more you stare, the more you realize just how big they’ve all gotten. “Look at you! You’ve all grown so much!”

Happy roars greet your ears, bordering on screeches from all of them. Though, you fail to see the way eight males seem to begin pouting around you for the moment as your attention shifts to the dragons.

“How’s the wing?” You direct the question to the blue dragon in front of you, and he settles back onto his feet for the time being.

A moment later, and Xiron is more than content to stretch out his previously injured wing out for you to see. The membrane shines in the light of the sun, not a single scar to be seen as he coos proudly in your direction.

You fail to see the way Yeosang’s brow twitches in annoyance from behind you.

“Watch it, young one.” Jongho crosses his arms over his chest, his jaw tense.

The way you tilt your head slightly in curiosity has Wyno chuckling once more.

“He’s offering to take you for a flight on his back.” She says, noticing how both Yerra and Mon start screeching in protest from beside her. “Oh, pardon me. They all would like to take you for a ride at some point.”

The way your lips part, features lighting up with joy says it all. 

Despite the grumbling you can hear coming from the males around you, each cannot deny the way that seeing that expression on your face makes their heart race. Warmth begins to flood their veins at seeing you so happy again after the incident with Miyeon. They’re just jealous that they weren’t the ones to be able to do it first.

“I humbly accept,” you reply, hearing the three dragons screech loudly. Both Yerra and Xiron begin hopping around in their spots, Mon beginning to shake once more. “Though, how about we save that for next time. We have a few things to discuss before then.”

The way you can see all three of the young dragons visibly pout has you chuckling fondly at them.

“Hey, it gives me another reason to come back for more visits.” You tell them, watching as they perk up immediately afterwards. “Now, let me get a good look at all of you.”

Xiron begins hopping around you excitedly, as your gaze roams over both Yerra and Mon. You notice how both of them stand a little straighter, chests puffing out as you look at them.

“My goodness, you’ve all really grown, haven’t you?” Your eyes shine with nothing but awe as you step towards the other two babies. “Can’t quite sit on my shoulder anymore, can you?”

A whine escapes Mon in response.

“I don’t think that would be such a good idea,” Seonghwa grumbles, lips tugging downwards as he looks towards the albino wyrm.

“I’m assuming he just said he could still try?” You quirk a brow, and at the soft way Wyno nods, you smile. “It’s okay, Mon. I may not be able to hold you like a human baby anymore, but I can still hug you.”

The wyrm positively wiggles at your words, immediately rushing over to you and tackling you to the ground. The way he tenderly rubs his cheeks all over your neck, cooing all the while has laughter escaping you in tandem. Tenderly, your hands brush over the skin on his back, Mon more than happy to lay half on top of your body seeing as he’s now slightly bigger than you are in stature.

“Were they like this the first time, too?” Yunho leans in towards Jongho, keeping his voice low.

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” Wooyoung sighs, answering for his brother as he crosses his arms over his chest and looks towards the ground.

“You never let us do that,” Mingi pouts, mirroring Wooyoung’s stance as he watches Mon continue to affectionately rub against you.

“Well, you are not a little baby dragon, Min.” You hum, finally being able to sit up as Mon slides off of you for the moment. “Though, I suppose you’re not a baby anymore, are you, Mon?”

A pleasant rumble escapes him, and you chuckle.

“Alright, Little Man,” you tenderly rub his head as you stand back to your feet. “Let me see Yerra, too.”

The female amphiptere straightens slightly in her spot as you walk over to her, her green scales shining vibrantly in the sunlight. Her tail continues to flick happily behind her, pupils dilating as you approach.

Out of the three of them, she’s grown the most. She’s certainly the biggest out of all of them, and that fact makes you smile.

“What a beautiful young lady!” You comment, and you can just tell that Yerra is beaming at you as her eyes crinkle at the sides, her forked tongue darting out to scent the air. “Would you like a hug as well, Yerra?”

The dragon positively screeches, already moving to wrap her tail around you and draw you into her body.

The moment your arms are around her, her wings encompass you. The way the light filters through the soft membrane, casting light green hues over you has your eyes shining in awe once more.

A moment later, and she unwraps both her wings and her tail from around you.

You step back, smiling wildly at the amphiptere before you. You just know from the way she is looking back at you, that she wears a similar expression.

“The moment they heard you were coming for a visit, they could hardly contain their excitement.” Wyno hums, looking over the three young dragons as they begin play fighting with one another just outside of the cave mouth. “Though, I don’t think you’ll be getting your jacket back anytime soon.”

Your brow furrows. “My jacket?”

“Yes,” she confirms, motioning for you all to follow her inside of the cave with her head. “It was left behind that last time you came for a visit.”

Realization flashes across your features as you nod slowly. “I see.”

“Mon has taken the liberty to add it to his collection,” Wyno replies casually. “Hence why I don’t think you’ll be getting it back. He nearly devours anyone who gets close to it; it’s his favourite treasure.”

“Is it, now?” Your brow quirks in amusement as you hear eight displeased growls sound from behind you. “Well, he can keep it for as long as he likes.”

“I’ll let him know,” Wyno’s eyes shine with amusement as she turns to see eight tense kings standing around you. “He also wanted me to gift you something. Wait here.”

A blink and Wyno has disappeared around one of the corners of the cave wall. Not even a moment later, and she’s returning holding a rather bulky cloth.

“Just be careful when you unwrap it,” Wyno says, gently placing the cloth in your hands.

Slowly, and with meticulous caution, you begin to unwrap the bundle.

The moment you see what resides within, your lips part, a small gasp escaping you. There, resting within the confines of the cloth, are Mon’s baby teeth. They stand stark white against the dark green of the fabric, sharp and deadly as you stare down at them in awe.

“To receive a gift of any sort from a dragon is a high honour, only awarded to those who have long since proved themselves worthy. To receive a part of the dragon themselves, even more so.” Wyno says, a smile on her face as her gaze darts just behind you for the moment.

Turning your head, you see Mon seemingly standing nervously to the side.

You smile, wrapping the teeth carefully back up within the cloth as you hold it to your chest. A second later, and you’ve stepped before the wyrm, a tender look in your eyes as you reach out to stroke a hand lovingly over his head. Gently, you lean down and place a kiss against his skin.

“Thank you, Mon,” you continue to softly stroke your hand over his head. “I will cherish this gift until the end of time.”

The wyrm coos softly at you, affectionately rubbing his cheek against your hand in the next moment.

“When were you going to tell us that he imprinted, Wyno?” Mingi is the one that poses the question, turning to look at the aforementioned woman with an expression of irritation on his face. A look that is somewhat mirrored by all of his brothers.

“He’s not the only dragon to have imprinted on her. Xiron plans to gift her his scales once he starts shedding them instead of moulting.” Wyno meets his gaze, golden eyes flashing beneath the torch light. “Additionally, I would not have approved such a gift had she not already received our blessing.”

“Received your blessing?” Hongjoong quirks a brow, arms crossed over his chest.

“Yes.” Wyno grins, a knowing look pulling at her features as she looks over all of them before turning to you. “Your Queen is the first in a very long time to become Dragon Blessed.”

All eight of them inhale sharply, turning to look at you almost immediately.

Your curious gaze shifts from one male to the next as you clutch that bundle close to your chest. “What? What does that mean?”

“It means, My Child,” Wyno smiles softly at you, “you are one of us now. Whenever you should need us, all you have to do is think of us in your time of need, and we will be summoned to your side in seconds. You have received the highest honour we can bestow someone, even without their knowledge.”

You blink back tears, throat tightening with your emotions as nothing but pure gratitude and awe floods your veins. “I don’t understand.”

“You protected us like we were your own, without pause or hesitation.” Wyno closes the short distance between the two of you in order to rest her forehead against yours. Softly, your entire visage begins to glow as you stare deeply into her eyes, your heart pounding erratically in your chest. “You thought little of helping us despite the risk to your own life, which is more than even some dragons can say within this clan. You will forever have our alliance, and our friendship in repayment of this debt. You have honoured us, so now let us honour you.”

Your breath hitches as you see her step away from you. The way you see her golden eyes shining as she smiles sets your whole body glowing, a mark in the ancient language appearing over your brow where her forehead had just been pressing against your own. A symbol which annotates the bonds between you now. A symbol representing Wyno and every dragon that has come before, and that will subsequently come after her.

“Thank you,” your eyes shine with your unshed tears as an indescribable sense of happiness and gratitude floods your veins. The euphoric feeling warms your heart, sending pleasant tingles throughout your body and all the way to the tips of your fingers.

“You have more than earned this, My Child,” Wyno smiles softly. “It is well deserved.”

“Not even any of us are Dragon Blessed, Dearest,” Yeosang comments, coming to stand beside you in order to wrap his arm around your waist.

“Oh, really?” You quirk a brow, a certain pride filling your chest at this.

“I mean, I almost got my head bit off a few times. So, that has to count for something, right?” San grins as your mouth falls open.

“I was right!” You point at him, then back to Wyno.

“Like I’ve said before,” she chuckles. “Perceptive.”

“Wait, you told her already?” San pouts, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I mentioned it,” Wyno shrugs.

“She didn’t let on to who it was, but I had my theories,” you grin widely, shoulders shaking lightly in laughter.

“Hang on, can we just backtrack to the fact that the children have imprinted on Our Beloved.” Mingi comments, blinking a few times as they all turn to look towards Wyno once more.

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous of the babies,” your voice holds a teasing lilt to it as you quirk a brow.

“We’re not jealous,” Seonghwa is quick to retort, lips tugging downwards as a frown pulls at his features.

“You know there are more than just the one kind of imprint that we can make, correct?” Amusement dances within Wyno’s golden gaze as she looks over all eight of them. “They’re young. It might be more than just innocent for now, but they’re all harmless.”

“Never thought I’d see the day you’re all jealous over some young dragons,” you chuckle, looping your free arm around Yeosang’s waist as you continue clutching that bundle to your chest.

At the way Hongjoong, San, and Wooyoung all quirk their brows in your direction, you’re quick to quirk yours back. You chuckle, shaking your head lightly.

“You all want me to get jealous over you so bad.” Again, there’s a teasing lilt to your voice as the corner of your lips twitch upwards.

“Can you blame us, Petal?” Yunho grins right along with you.

You tilt your head in acknowledgement, a soft hum escaping you in the next moment.

“Ah,” Wyno seemingly nods in understanding. “They told you of our previous sexual relations, then.”

“Yes,” you turn to meet her gaze. “They did. In a way.”

“In hopes to make you jealous?” Her brow furrows slightly, not quite understanding the situation. “From your reactions based upon our first meeting, I would imagine you would become more jealous of the fact that they have gotten to experience me and you have not.”

Your cheeks flare with heat as you nod quite pointedly. “Exactly!”

Eight low growls sound around you.

“The invitation is open, Blessed.” Wyno nods in your direction once, a certain mirth dancing within her eyes as she says this with a straight face.

A teasing, sultry grin pulls at your features as your eyebrow quirks. The corner of your mouth twitches upwards. “Name the time and place.”

“Whenever and wherever you desire, Blessed,” Wyno continues the teasing, watching as the males stiffen around you.

Turning to the eight males around you, you jokingly laugh out a, “come back in five hours?”

Only, the males do not seem to pick up on it, for warning snarls are escaping them in the next second. Even Yeosang’s grip around your waist tightens, pulling you closer into his side.

A boisterous laugh escapes you, and even Wyno cannot prevent the mirth from pulling at her features as you now watch all eight of them look on at you in confusion.

“My Kings, you know I would never cheat on you.” Despite the laughter clinging to the edges of your voice, your tone is firm. “I thought I told you that it was one of the three worst things I believe someone could do to another.”

“You cannot blame us, Starlight,” Mingi grumbles, a pout tugging at his features.

“Especially not after you’ve expressed wanting to experience a dragon, Darling.” Jongho adds, smiling tersely.

“I also want to hug a bear, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to go out and do it.” You chuckle, noticing how some of them, like Hongjoong, Yunho, and Yeosang, all look towards you with amusement in their eyes.

“Hug a bear?” San inquires.

You hum, turning back to face Wyno for the moment. Briefly, you open up your void to two males in particular: one with a pure white string, and one with a deep maroon string. No, I have you for that.

Both Wooyoung and Jongho share a look between each other out of the corner of their eyes, pleasant snarls threatening to escape them at any moment.

“Oh, I wonder if there are any krakens around,” you voice, somewhat absentmindedly.

“Believe me, My Child, you do not want to get involved with one of those.” Wyno grimaces, shaking her head slightly.

Your eyes widen as you shoot her a look. “Okay, we need to plan a girl’s night. I want to know all about your adventures with that kraken.”

“There was definitely more than one,” she nods, a sly grin pulling at her lips.

“Oh, now I’m definitely curious,” you grin right back, excitement clear on your features.

“Alas, those are stories for another time indeed.” Wyno sighs, somewhat wistfully. “You said you had urgent matters you wished to speak with me about?”

Immediately, your entire demeanour is shifting, expression morphing into one of seriousness.

“We do.” You nod firmly. “Thank you again for agreeing to meet with us on such short notice.”

“For you, My Child?” She hums. “Always.”

“We have some questions for you, Wyno,” Hongjoong steps forward, an air of regality washing over all of them as you watch all Eight Kings straighten. “We’re hoping you may be able to provide some more light onto Miyeon’s plans for us.”

“If you’re also here to ask me to align myself with you in the upcoming battles, you’re sadly wasting your breath,” her eyes flash. “I have already told you I will not send more of my own to die recklessly in abandon.”

“Not at all, Wyno.” You shake your head, taking a step forward in order to grasp her hand gently in your own. “We understand and respect your decision. I would not expect that of you, regardless.”

“I do not want to join in this fight, but if you should desire our aid, we will assist you.” She meets your gaze.

You squeeze your hand. “I would not do that to you. I am not selfish enough to go against your wishes and force you to fight on our side.”

Wyno nods, seemingly to herself.

“I was right.” She comments, squeezing your hand softly in her grasp. “You are an excellent Queen.”

Your heart positively flutters at her words, and you don’t even have to look to see the way all eight males straighten with pride at her words. They’ve always known such a decision is true, but to hear others confirm it, especially one as ancient and powerful as Wyno only solidifies that fact.

“Ask away.” She nods, stepping away from you for the moment and releasing her hold on your one hand.

Again, from the way the males all remain silent, you know that they are allowing you to take the lead. You’ve already discussed some of what you want to talk to Wyno about with them. You’re just glad that you have them to support you every step of the way.

“When Miyeon came to proposition you with Dimitri,” you begin, watching her every reaction carefully, “what was it she promised you, should you join her?”

Wyno takes a moment to consider your words, shooting a pointed look towards Yunho out of the corner of her eyes.

“I have no reason to lie to you, but if it eases your own minds, then you may continue monitoring my own while I answer.” She states, noticing how you shoot a pointed look towards the tall male out of the corner of your eyes. “That one boasted of obtaining great power, and once she had tumbled your regime, she would grant new territories to all those that served under her.”

Understanding immediately flashes across Wooyoung’s face. “At least we know how she won the sirens over. They’ve always wanted to expand their territories above land.”

At the way your brow furrows slightly, Seonghwa is quick to add, “Sirens are ambitious creatures. To a fault. They do not survive well on land, but they can step foot on it for a period of time before they have to return to the water. We’ve always denied their territory expansions because of it.”

“That, and the fact that they want to subdue the gorgons.” Mingi grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest.

You nod your understanding.

“That one was very careful with her words.” Wyno continues. “She never said she would expand our territories, only grant new ones to her supposed allies. Even if her aura alone didn’t reek of distrust and manipulation, her words did.”

“She’s misleading all of her allies with false promises,” Hongjoong observes, bringing a hand up to cup his chin as he thinks over Wyno’s words. A second later, he lifts his head, meeting your gaze. “It’s just as you thought, My Love.”

“She would have stopped at nothing to get what she wanted, and she wanted it all.” You say, frown tugging at your features. “Dimitri and Malik are just pawns in her game to ensure she gets what she wants. If she cannot claim everything for herself, no one can.”

“She will destroy us all.” Wyno agrees solemnly.

“So, the only thing she essentially promised you was more power,” San observes, leaning casually against the one wall of the cave.

“If that’s everything she’s ever wanted, then everyone else must want it, too.” Jongho adds. “In her eyes, she probably thought everyone was after the same things as her, so she had to guarantee that she would be the one coming out on top.”

“What better way to topple a regime than with a man on the inside?” You voice, mind briefly supplying you with a glimpse of that ex-general that one night in the desert. “When that didn’t work, she had to regroup and replan.”

“Only took her twenty years,” Seonghwa grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Better late, than never.” Yeosang exhales a sharp huff from his nose.

“She seemed so confident in herself.” Wyno goes on to say, brow furrowing as she recalls her memories from that day. “Which is why I believe she was so sure in her threats that I would regret turning her down. She seemed so certain I harboured some underlying resentment towards you, just as she did.”

“She was delusional in thinking everyone thought and felt the same as her,” Yunho growls, hands clenched in fists at his sides.

Carefully, you step over to him, placing a reassuring hand onto his arm.

Immediately, he relaxes, shoulders drooping as he leans slightly into your touch.

“Alright, well, that confirms one of my theories,” you nod softly. “She wanted everything she could get, and she would use any means necessary to claim it.”

“It’s sad that she’s had to manipulate those on her side in order for them to ally with her.” Wooyoung shakes his head, looking down at the ground for a brief moment.

“It really is,” you hum, sinking into Yunho’s side as he comes to wrap an arm around your waist.

“You have more theories?” Wyno shifts her focus towards you once more.

“I have only one other,” your brow furrows slightly. “It’s in regards to Dimitri.”

“What about the warlock?” Wyno tilts her head slightly in inquiry.

“I understand this is a somewhat odd question, but when you first described him, you said his aura was dark, and intentions darker.” You meet her gaze. “Is it possible to warp, or even taint someone’s aura like that?”

Wyno visibly blinks at you, clearly caught off guard by your inquiry.

“It is,” she says, carefully considering your words. “However, it takes someone tremendously skilled to manipulate someone’s visage like that, or the person will have had to undergo a tremendous loss which alters someone’s consciousness completely.”

A cold sense of dread settles over all of you right then and there.

“She killed his wife and children right in front of his very eyes,” you voice lowly.

Wyno inhales sharply.

“Yes.” She swallows thickly. “That would do it.”

“The aura,” you continue, “was it directed at anyone in particular?”

Again, the dragon before you takes a moment to consider your words.

“They were bonded, but perhaps not in the way I originally thought.” She replies. “Before she wormed her way in,” you tense slightly at her use of words, feeling as Yunho gently brushes against your mind reassuringly, “he could have launched a personal vendetta against her to cause such a bond, affecting the aura shift.”

“I see,” you nod, leaning your head against Yunho for support as your eyes fall closed. “I only have one more question for you, Wyno.”

“What is it, My Child?” Her tone is softer than a moment before, noticing the way you rest in Yunho’s arms for support.

“Did Dimitri-“ you take a breath to steady your nerves, “his eyes. Did he look sad to you?”

A pause.

“Yes.” Wyno responds, her voice cutting through the sudden tense silence around you all. “He did.”

You nod in understanding, heaving a deep breath in through your nose.

“Dimitri is but a mere puppet that she’s using in these games of hers.” You voice lowly. “He’s long since been trapped inside his own mind.”

Each male tenses around you, shooting you worried looks out of the corners of their eyes. They all know that you know exactly what it feels like to be trapped within your own mind, and it pains them to see you thinking about it now. The way they can see those memories swimming within your orbs has them all tenderly brushing against your void now.

Yunho pulls you closer.

A blink, and you manage to clear your thoughts enough to meet Wyno’s gaze once more.

“Thank you, Wyno, for everything today.” You say, bowing your head in acknowledgement to her. “I appreciate everything you’ve done, and explained to us.”

“You are more than welcome, My Child.” She smiles softly, beginning to lead you all back towards the entrance of the cave. “Come and visit us at any time.”

You mirror her smile, though yours doesn’t quite reach your eyes for the moment.

Waving a final goodbye to the dragons, you find yourself leaning against Yunho for more support. Your mind swirls with the new information that you’ve learned today, and when you blink, you see the familiar sight of the foyer greet your vision. You barely register placing the bundle with Mon’s teeth down before you’re collapsing into one of the front couches.

“I was hoping that at least that theory was wrong,” you say, leaning forward to rest your elbows on your knees while clutching your head in your hands.

“Hey, hey,” Jongho’s voice is gentle as he kneels in front of you, lightly tugging your hands away from your face as he notices Yunho immediately sit on the couch beside you. “At least we have a better idea of what we’re dealing with.”

“Do you think he’s conscious of what he’s doing?” You voice, nothing but dread shining behind your eyes as you look around at all of them.

The eight males share a brief look.

“I doubt that he is,” Yunho rubs a hand over your back tenderly, feeling you relax the slightest bit beneath his touch. “Her hold over him might still be too strong.”

“Then, is killing him truly our best option?” You lift your head slightly, feeling the opposite side of the couch dip as Hongjoong sits beside you.

“Unfortunately, it might be,” he gently rests his hand on your shoulder. “It’s a difficult choice, but it is one that has to be made.”

“I don’t want to give up on him,” you admit. “He’s in this mess in the first place because of me. This is all my fault.”

“Dearest,” Yeosang takes a step closer to you, kneeling beside Jongho as he takes one of your hands in his own. “You know that’s not true.”

“Isn’t it, though?” For the second time that day, tears begin to line your vision. Only, this time, they’re not from joy.

“No,” Mingi shakes his head. “It’s not.”

“You tell us constantly not to dwell or blame ourselves for things that are out of our control,” Seonghwa takes a step towards you, voice soft as you meet his gaze. “Please, My Divine, extend that same curtesy to yourself.”

A moment of silence settles over you as you consider his words. Then, softly, you nod.

“Whatever happens, we’ll get through this.” San’s voice is firm, nothing but the sincerest of promises falling from his lips.

“Together.” Wooyoung nods once, meeting your gaze with his own shining in determination.

You take a deep breath to steady your nerves, nodding once in confirmation. “Together.”

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training season's over

chapter 1: Ground Zero

Summary:

After 5 years of service in KorTac, they consider you capable enough to hold yourself in solo missions. Money and freedom, what else could you ask for? But what feels like a good start, progressively starts to backfire.

TF141/female reader, Konig/female reader

spy reader, forced bonding, slow burn, slow build, militar inaccuracies, suggestive language, language, canon typical violence

This is an introductory chapter. Mandatory mention that English isn't my first language so apologies in advance. Hope you enjoy!

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Movies were absolutely right in one thing, one of the big parts in the life of a spy consisted in being shoved into small spaces for a bit too much time, mostly air vents. A little fact they forgot to add, is how fucking boring it could be while you waited for the for the moment to act.

They are late. You thought as you rested your head against the wall of the same air vent you’ve been in for the last forty-six minutes.

1900 – You were dropped in a nearby building by a car without a number plate, property of KorTac.

1920 - You’ve managed to catch a maintenance man smoking a cigarette on his break, successfully making him nap with an always handy syringe of tranquilizer, stealing his card, as well as his overall and cap, using it to sneak inside the building. Once you got inside, you saw the maintenance cart, and you used it to hide your tool bag. The way up wasn’t too complicated, as everyone seemed to respect the uniform, probably assuming something just needed to be fixed, and since you had the maintenance key card, you didn’t have to ask for permission to get through doors.

1945 – You were already on the roof, after what felt like a life climbing stairs to avoid most of the cameras, you discarded the uniform, and got everything needed from your bag before letting it hang from your back. You walked to the edge of the roof, big fall but not a big gap between buildings, you knew you could make the jump, but before that, you pressed the comm.

“Sage to Control, how copy?” You said quietly, while taking a moment while you wait to admire the view of the city. Perfect October day, the night already fell, the cold breeze hit your face, making you lift your face mask, only leaving your eyes uncovered. The streets beneath were full of traffic, full of lights, full of life.

“Control to Sage, send traffic.” Your station chief said through the comm, reminding you that you were here for work, not to admire the view.

“I’m in my first position, everything peachy so far. Remind me to check on the tied-up janitor in the alleyway on my way back”.

“For now, just try to get in there without a fuss. Remember---”

“I know, no execution authority, don’t get caught, recovery mission only. Get the intel without the 141 noticing, got it. I’m not a rookie anymore, remember? Playing on the big leagues now” You said with a hint of amusement, and the man behind the comm could hear the smile on your voice, which made him sigh.

“Listen, Sage, I know the first solo mission sounds exciting, but König was right to be worried when we left. The 141 is a dangerous unit, you must avoid contact by any means necessary…I don’t even know why they’re sending you alone in this, I think it’s a bit irrespon---”

“---sible to send a rookie? Don’t worry, I am not planning on getting caught. And for your information, I am being sent because all the other spies from the force are already in other missions, and I’m the only one left that fits into an air vent…but honestly, it’ll be fine, and if not, please bury me with my Sylvanian Families collection.” You said as you were eyeing the jumping distance, letting out a grunt as you throw your tool bag, which landed in the roof of the other building. “141 is supposed to be here at 2030 according to the intel, right? I should get going to get in position. I will listen but I will have to cut contact from my end, update me on the status”.

“You have a Sylvanian Families collection?” The voice now sounded confused on the other side of the frequency.

“Unimportant now. Update me on the status of the guests every 15 minutes. Over” You said before cutting communication on your side.

You took a few steps back, before running to the edge and jumping, landing on your feet in the next roof, which made you feel a small sense of pride, and it was a shame no one was there to witness your dexterity skills

The briefing for this mission made it very clear that this was a very important one, hour after hour spent studying the blueprint of the building, the map of the air system, and going through multiple contingency plans for every scenario that could happen. Alone, back in your bunk bed, you felt that the blueprint was already burned into your eyelids. Not only that, but four manila folders were often read back-to-back by you, and four names were constantly in your head.

Price.

Ghost.

Soap.

Gaz.

The folders contained multiple transcriptions of some of their communications, information of previous deployments, and some of their personal data. You also got some files on your work laptop containing security videos obtained of them. They were not only clearly bigger than you, but their form didn’t stop them from being able to be sneaky and fast. If they found you around, for sure you were dead.

From the roof, you went down an air vent with the help of a rope, until you reached a horizontal vent, which allowed you to start crawling. It was easy from here, forward, then left, then right, and straight until you reached the vent over two hallways in the shape of a T, and in the hall at the side there was a large window with view to the city, where the 141 was supposed to arrive any minute now. The hall was empty, as the armed guards were outside, protecting the three doors that connected the main building to the halls, and there it was, a heavy metal door that led to the office when the needed intel was. Some files about imports and exports, you weren’t really given much information about them, only their label to be able to identify them and the order to burn the rest of the papers.

Going down the air vent to the office wasn’t an option, as it would trigger the security system, the only way was to get in from the front with the keycard but get it from the guards directly would get the attention of the rest of them, going against the orders of being subtle. You had to wait for the 141, and use them as a distraction, knock the guard, steal the keycard, create further distractions, steal the files and leave a charge of explosives in the office. Easy-peasy.

“Control to Sage. They were dropped by a helo on the top of the building. Get ready to act. Over” The words snapped you out of your boredom, and you already felt your body pumping adrenaline to get you ready to move.

Soon enough, a loud crash of glass broke the silence, followed by three loud stomps on the floor, making the shattered glass on the floor crack underneath their boots. They seemed even bigger in person but given their entrance they were stealthier in the recorded footage.

“Bravo 0-7 to Watcher-1. We are in position, waiting for contact” A husky voice said, and you recognized the man as Ghost, which wasn’t hard considering he was wearing the same skull mask as in the files. The three men had their arms ready, and you heard the sound of the keycard granting access, soon followed by gunshots. The first ones to go down were the guards of the hall that was beneath you, the two dead bodies falling into the ground. But the group didn’t have a rest as guards started shooting from the other doors, and from the fallen guards corpses you could hear how they others were calling for back ups through the comms.

Shit. Be fast.

You opened the vent grid, the sound of shooting covering the sounds of metal, and taking advantage of the situation, you threw a smoke grenade at their feet.

“Fuck!” Another voice said as smoke starting to cloud the vision of a part of the hall. You quickly dropped from the air vent, your feet barely making any sound against the ground, and you crouched, stealing the key card from the dead guard, and quickly making your way to the office, not before throwing another smoke grenade at them to keep them busy.

The key card granted you access, deactivating the security system, and you quickly entered the empty office, hearing some coughing from the outside, and more shooting and screaming that got muffled as soon as you closed the door. You quickly put a chair on the door, in case they would try to get in, it would grant you some more minutes.

You searched through the office, not bothering to be tidy, just dropping the papers on the floor…and then you found the file, a twinkle of excitement appeared in your eyes as you put the folder in your mouth, stepping over the desk and taking from your bag a little box of tools. You took out a screwdriver, and tried to rapidly, but calmly, unscrew the grid of the air vent. Your eyes widened when you heard a loud “Clear!” from down the hallway, followed by heavy footsteps. You managed to make the grid fell, and you swiftly climbed into it. Once up there, you threw the explosives down the office with a detonator, which grant you three minutes to crawl your way out of the air vent. As you passed by, you could see the task force going through the corpses to find a keycard.

“Found one, LT” You heard underneath you, as one of them stood up, holding a key card. Mohawk = Soap, you thought to yourself.

“Wait, you hear that?” Another one says. Pretty boy = Gaz.

You stopped on your tracks, not even breathing. Before you heard a gasp for air coming from a guard, followed by a shot.

“Found it” Ghost answered.

You felt relief flooding your body, but you couldn’t enjoy your small victory properly as the sound of the explosion left your ears ringing. A heavy warmth flooded the air vent, and under you, the sound of glass, grunts and three heavy bodies falling onto the ground. Your ears were still ringing, the heat was slowly becoming unbearable, and the smell of smoke flooded the narrow space as you tried to crawl faster through it.

As you reached the vertical vent, you used your ascender and quickly got to the top. You gasped for air as you felt the cold autumn breeze on your face. As your eyes adjusted to the night, you saw the ropes and some other equipment the 141 left behind them. It wasn’t time to rest yet, as you took the file out of your mouth, saving it to your bag, before throwing it across the gap and into the roof you came from. Soon enough, you followed after, jumping across the gap between both buildings.

Your fall wasn’t as graceful as the first, accidentally missing a step and landing on your knees with a grunt. But you let yourself fall on your back against the concrete. Your face felt like it was burning, the breeze was pleasant against your flushed skin, your clothes and hair reeking of smoke, but once again oxygen was filling your lungs. As you catch your breath, you pressed your comm.

“Sage to Control. How copy?” You asked in a low voice, panting.

“Control to Sage. Are you okay?” The voice quickly answered.

“Yeah, yeah, got the intel. I’m in one piece. Ready for extraction, a shower, and a nap”

“Copy, Sage. Picking you up on the alley, remember to untie the handy man”.

Back in the base the mission was considered so successful that for the next few months your rank went from sergeant to "Task Force 141 shadow" as the first mission and your survival rate apparently meant that you were the first choice for any mission that involved them. They considered the indirect approach worked better than directly engaging in combat against them, which left casualties between the KorTac ranks in the past.

Every mission for intel they had, you were behind them, lurking in the shadows, waiting for them to just start shooting to use the confrontation as a distraction to get to the target first. It was funny to hear them frustrated and annoyed over the comms when they realized that once more, they lost the intel. And then it's fate was obvious once KorTac put it on the market, selling it to the best bidder, or sometimes even using it to complete their own missions.

"You have to be careful, maus. I know you think it's fun, but they're dangerous, like us" You found cute when König used pet names. It was truly amazing how such a unit of a man was capable of being soft at the same time, ever since you started working there under his command until now.

But lately you didn't feel like a mouse, you felt like a hyena or a vulture, just scavenging while the bigger predators weren't looking.

"It's alright, don't worry, bud. I promise you I'm being as careful as I've always been" You said in a reassuring tone, a soft smile on your lips, and you squeezed his arm as he was sitting across you on the common room, a hot tea brewing in front of you.

"That's why I'm worried" König had an unsure look, under his sniper hood, his eyes fixated on your mug, rather than you. And you could tell he was anxious by the way he was shaking his leg. "Just don't leave any tracks, ja?"

What you weren't going to admit to him, is that you were growing slightly fond of the task force you so dutifully followed around. During these months you learned plenty of things about them, just by staying hidden and listening, like Ghost's dad jokes, Gaz unluckiness with helicopters, Soap's preference to play as a goalkeeper while playing football.

You blamed the growing one-sided familiarity by the fact that your new assignments made you spend lots of hours alone, lurking, stalking, in position ready to strike the moment things unfold. Back in base, and since you started to work alone, it was only in rare occasions you were at the same time as your old unit, the opportunities to catch up with them and being social becoming scarce.

And they seemed to be so close, so used to each other, so comfortable to even use their names sometimes. You had to admit you weren't used to that. You didn't even know König actual name let alone his face, and even if other members were more open about their names, their backgrounds were still vague. Not that you were an open book, as you only went by your callsign, your real name a secret between your contractors and you. But back in KorTac the less you knew, the better. It's probably for the best, anyway. Another very possible reason for your newfound fondness was the fact that after every successful mission came a very generous check. In fact, so generous that it was enough, plus your savings, to purchase a flat. Not too fancy, but cozy and big enough for you and your things, and something to call your own as well.

Moving in was tedious, lots of boxes and newspapers wrapped around the fragile stuff, and you were too tired from work to really unpack everything, leaving only the necessary items out. You definitely needed to have dinner and have a nocturnal nap before you keep on unpacking stuff, and the other things weren't as urgent. Besides, it would be a few weeks before your next mission, so you had plenty of time to enjoy settling down in your new home and looking around the neighbourhood. For now, you could really use some food, and at this hour you certainly weren't going to cook. You grabbed your jacket and went down the street.

Thankfully, there was a Chinese place in a five-minute walk. There were lots of people around, going to pubs, as it was a bit of a commercial area. It was nice, some fairy lights, some decorations, people sharing drinks, laughing, you could get used to walking around here. You ordered a serve of chow mein and three spring rolls, got it in a bag and made your way back to your flat.

The building you lived in now was a bit old, so you had a fob for the main entrance and a key for your flat. The door creaked a bit when you opened it, and you closed it behind you, but as you turned around you bumped into something that felt almost like colliding against a brick wall, you turned around and you saw some hands inside a mailbox.

"So sorry, si---" You said looking up and as soon as your eyes focused on the figure you felt how your face went pale, and how all the blood of your body went to your legs, your mind screaming you to flee.

Black eyes stared back at you, and that was the only part you could see, as the rest of the face was covered by a balaclava with a skull print on it. Fuck...

"Staring is rude" That husky voice you were so used to hearing through a comm sounded so clear, and the grip on the takeaway bag tightened.

The fuck is Ghost doing here.

"I-I..." You had to clear your throat, to manage any words out. "Sorry, I'm usually more polite, you just...caught me off guard."

"Haven't seen you here before" He lives here?! No way. This is a trap.

"Moved in this morning" You answered as flatly as you could.

"Ah" He said in an uninterested tone, as he went back to check the mail.

You couldn't help but stare up at him, completely dumbfounded. He was wearing a hoodie covering his head, blank pants, and heavy boots. Why isn't he attacking me? Does he know who I am? What the fuck is this? Jesus, I could throw up.

"Can I help you with something?" He answered in the same tone, not bothering to look back at you a second time.

"You live here?"

"Third floor" He answered plainly.

"Ah" Does he genuinely just lives here? No way, they're setting me up. "Why check the mail at night?"

"Just arrived" He answered as he broke one of the envelopes and checked it's contents. Light bill, and you heard him cursing under his breath.

He is so much taller up close.

"Right…alright, see you around…" You said before quickly going up the stairs, so taken aback that you completely forgot about the elevator.

You arrived to your flat, a bit agitated, and closed the door with the lock behind you. And added a chair under the doorknob, for good measure.

You left the food on the table, and quickly went to grab one of your guns. A SIG Sauer P320, and you checked every room, not that there were many rooms to check. The bedroom, the living-dining room, and the bathroom. Both for people and for cameras or mics, but everything looked normal, nothing out of the ordinary, nothing out of place. Lock the windows just in case.

After your thorough search, you sat at your dinner table, left the gun next to you, before beginning to unpack your food. You ate as your eyes were fixated on the door, waiting for someone to come in shooting, for a team, for a raid, anything.

0000 – No contact.

0100 – No contact.

0200 – Still no contact.

0300 – Fuck, I’m tired.

Not today, it seems...fuck, this isn't a coincidence, out of all the buildings in this fucking island he lives here? No bloody way. They know.

next: chapter two "charlie foxtrot"

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