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— 『 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋; 𝐨𝐭8 』 [6] (M)

— 𝚠𝚘𝚗 • 𝚍𝚎𝚛 • 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕, adjective. having someone who serves as a pillar in your life, who offers a sturdy place to lean in times of trouble. somebody you find yourself thinking about constantly and are completely infatuated with.

❝humans were such strange creatures. wretched in their mere existence. none of the eight were ever truly interested in them until they found you. they just find. it strange that despite their status and rank, you'd rather spend time with your lover. that isn't much of a problem, though. one they can fix with ease.❞

〘ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ, ᴍʏᴛʜ, ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ꜰᴀᴇʀɪᴇꜱ〙(m.list)

— pairing: ot8 x reader, mxm (this chapter); yeosang x reader, wooyoung x reader; 12.7k

— note: this is a yandere fic. sensitive topics such as manipulation, gaslighting, murder, and other topics involved with the genre. please heed the warnings and read this work of fiction while keeping this in mind.

CHAPTER WARNINGS: murder references, manipulation, blood, torture references, dark magic, lying, emotional turmoil, injuries, slight descriptions of gore, worship references (?), smut

Chapter 6

You've grown to notice that it is never truly cold in the forest around their home. It feels as if it’s a warm bubble, unaffected by outside elements. None of the faeries ever mention it, probably accustomed to the odd temperature. You yourself are not, jacket wrapped around your waist as you walk through the small path Yeosang has taken you on. His clothing is loose, steps gliding along the slow breeze. All of them are quiet when they walk, barely the sound of a leaf crunching beneath their feet. He does not move as fast as San did when you arrived. In fact, there's little space between you, his skin close to brushing against your own.

Since you have known him, he has been indifferent to your presence. Oftentimes mulling in silence whenever you two spent time together, or glued to whatever object was around at the time. Being alone with him didn't happen often – most occasions he'd have San tied to his side, fingers wrapped around his waist, moving where he moved. Or Wooyoung lingering around you. So you're quite surprised he even wants you out here alone with him. You aren't close at all.

“The house could be quite a nuisance,” he says softly, hand sliding in yours as you climb around a protruding rock. Now that you know he can feel what you're thinking, the coincidences of him answering your thoughts aren't so shocking anymore. You expect him to let go once you’ve steadied yourself but he doesn’t, fingers entwined. “Everyone is watching your every move. San unwilling to leave your side for even a breath,” he smiles, slightly toothy grin. “Now you know how I feel.”

“It’s like he’s attached. Each time I leave the room he follows,” you say, and Yeosang snorts, nodding.

“Seonghwa warned him that he is to keep his eye on you. None of us know when you’ll–” he snaps his fingers on his free hand– “Better to be safe than sorry.”

“I’m not going to do anything.” There’s little ground to defend yourself on, but still. You can barely remember what happened then. It was a life or death situation. You doubt it'd happen now. “Just don’t try to kill me or anything.”

“Is that a threat?” he teases, brow raised. “Not to worry. I doubt any of us would do such a thing. We have morals, you know. Even as Unseelie.”

“San was explaining that to me. Between the chaos there is comfort. I can see it when you're around each other. You tease, but you do care. In different ways.”

“We do. Our inane element of chaos is fairly simple. We reign terror on human lives. It has lessened over the years now since humans aren't as inept as before. It takes time for us to ruin their lives,” he glances at you from the side. “You may witness it in person eventually.”

“Just like how you've caused it on mine?” You barely speak above a whisper, but Yeosang catches the irritated murmur, laughing softly as he helps you over a fallen tree. The sound is a bit eerie under these circumstances. You are trapped and he knows it so clearly. His laughter is evident enough of that.

“Precisely. We are almost there, human. Watch your step,” he pulls you closer to him, arm wrapped around your body, fingers light against your waist. Oddly it reminds you of Wooyoung – neither of the two's actions in consideration of the person they bother. In a way you believe that while Wooyoung touches you whenever he likes on purpose, Yeosang fails to realize there is an issue at all. He lets go when you enter the field, gracefully crossing his legs as he rests on the flower petals. You sit next to him with far less elegance, taking in your surroundings.

It is strange to see anything like this in the forest nearest your town. A small waterfall and a body of water sit in front of you, the sound of the liquid splashing filling the night. You pay no mind to how Yeosang watches you, your interest in the natural structures in front of you. A group of deer bend their necks, drinking the freshly cycled water from the pond.

“Hongjoong showed me this place when we first arrived,” Yeosang explains, head resting in his hands. “He told me that I can come whenever I like to clear my mind or hide away. He hasn't shown up here since, I'm sure out of respect for me. If you'd like I can come with you here whenever you need. I thought it would bring you some comfort amongst everything else.”

It does. Your emotions weigh heavy on you. Missing your family, mourning your lost relationship. Hurt sitting inside you with everything that's happened. You haven't gotten the chance to really let that feeling settle because you haven't had time to yourself. Though now you technically still don't, Yeosang doesn't speak. He doesn't interrupt the silence. No, all he does is stretch out his fingers, a book appearing on his palm. He flips through the pages, filling the air between the two of you.

“Thank you.”

The grass beneath you is comforting as you lie back, eyes closed. The sound of a page flipping continues.

“Thanking me is not needed.”

—

“Where did you take her?”

Yeosang barely looks up from his literature, a sigh escaping from his lips. Perhaps the two of you should have stayed out much longer. “Welcome home.”

“You can't just take her out of the house, Yeosang. We have to keep an eye on her at all times. You can't be alone without any of us near.” Seonghwa's voice is frustrated as he opens the fridge, digging through the drawers. “If she attempts to kill you we're too far away to stop it. You have to think these things through before committing to it.”

“The human isn't going to kill me, hyung,” Yeosang murmurs, frowning as he reads the next line. “Oh what a pity.”

“What?” Seonghwa turns, seeing his mate staring at the book.

Yeosang looks up, pointing to the page, “They died before meeting. They've been waiting years but they both died. It's horrific,” he shakes his head, continuing to flip through. It only gets Seonghwa more frustrated, frown on his lips soon to permanently embed itself in his face.

“You are not listening to me–”

“Oh, but I am listening perfectly, Seonghwa. I just wonder when you will finally let one of us know what's on your mind. And why you continue to lie about her to us,” Yeosang hums. “Maybe then I will give you my full, undivided attention. But for now, since you will likely respond with another lie, I will continue to read.” he looks up from his book, eyes resting on his. It makes the lump in Seonghwa's throat grow. Disappointment. Yeosang isn't like the others in that sense. He's hidden with his emotions, only letting his frustration or irritation through individual talks. Never letting another person around hear it. So now, even though they are both alone at the moment, it hurts Seonghwa to see that even with this privacy, Yeosang does not let his true feelings slip out. His hurt must be larger than he can comprehend.

It's not like Seonghwa doesn't want to say it. But solidifying his suspicions without being one hundred percent sure would only be useless. Turn them in a direction that they don't need to be in right now. They should be focused on the growing threat of Seelie entering their land, not you. You would just be a distraction between it all if you are human. And if Seonghwa is right about what you really are, then you're an asset to their team. If his spark all can fall under your charms without much effort, the Seelie are sure to fall for it. And they could finally subdue them once and for all. The only glaring problem with his plan, that is, is if you turn on them. It is the main reason why he dislikes whenever you’re left alone with just one.

“It is for a reason, Yeosang.” Seonghwa holds the tangerine in his hand, slowly peeling off the skin. “I hope you can understand.”

“We don't hide things from one another,” Yeosang says, writing into the pages of his novel. “So if you expect sympathy from me you've gone to the wrong mate. Perhaps Hongjoong, or Jongho will give you what you desire.” His brows furrow, frustration etching itself into his skin. “Now you can go. I'm getting distracted.”

Seonghwa places a tangerine in front of Yeosang's folded legs, leaving the room altogether. Once he is gone, Yeosang grabs the fruit. He stares at it, thumb running along the surface. It pierces the skin, juices sliding down his skin, spilling onto the book that rests in his lap. He sighs in frustration, tossing the fruit into the sink several meters away.

“Everything would be solved if she were dead,” he murmurs.

—

“Three.”

“Nope.”

“Less than that?”

“Much less.”

“It can't just be me, Wooyoung.”

Wooyoung grins, palm holding up his head as he looks up at you. “It's surprising, no? But it's true. All I've ever wanted, no, desired, was other faeries or creatures beyond your comprehension. Humans are only playthings to me. Meals at the end of the day. Nothing more.”

The thought makes your stomach want to fold in on itself. “You're joking?”

“Unfortunately no,” he sighs, letting his head flop down to your sheets. “Your scent is all consuming, solaris. No other human has affected me in such a way. And it wouldn't make sense to have a human partner when all I'd do is just kill them in the end.” His eyes shift to you. “I wouldn't do that to you though, I like you too much.”

“How wonderful,” Sarcasm drips from your words as he laughs. Easily speaking of killing humans, as if he's talking about playing a game. Some things you'll never get used to when hanging out with Unseelie. Their lack of care for living still makes you feel queasy. Your one murder haunts you every night, but he, no, they, thrive in it. You just cannot imagine it.

“You've overstayed your welcome,” Yeosang stands on the outside of the door, arms crossed against his chest. He nods at you, expression surprisingly warm. Since that night, Yeosang often spent time with you. He hasn't said much, as usual, but he sought you out for quiet. Wooyoung being here right now is likely the opposite of what he wants.

Wooyoung's head rolls to the side, eyes narrowing at his mate. “You bother her too much. Give solaris some space.”

“You're in her room every night,” Yeosang deadpans.

“Yes, and? She enjoys me around her, I liven up the place! Don't you enjoy me?” His pout matches the whiny tone of his voice. In the beginning it was mildly irritating, but you do enjoy it now. Not that you'd admit it to him. He'd never leave your side at that rate.

“No.”

“Solaris!” He whines, tucking himself further into your sheets. It would be humorous if it weren’t for the look Yeosang gives him.

“Leave,” Yeosang says, his voice firmer now. “Mingi and San need you.”

“On a scale of not needed at all to they're currently dying, where does the need of my presence fall–”

“Go, now.”

Mingi. You haven't seen him in a while, assuming that he was on a mission. Knowing that he's around makes you wonder a bit. He hasn't greeted you since you've arrived again. Was he afraid of seeing you? No, that couldn't be. You were afraid of him, not the other way around.

Wooyoung painfully drags himself off your sheets, sending you a quick look before moving past Yeosang. His hand reaches out and grips Wooyoung’s bicep, their eyes meeting. They often communicate without speaking, gazes flicking over one another’s before Wooyoung leaves down the hall. Yeosang turns to look at you, exhaustion easily lining his gaze. Still you envy their connection, unlike anything you’d ever experience yourself. You wouldn’t want to become an Unseelie, but their devotion to each other is formidable. If only your kind were the same. Perhaps if humans were equally bonded to one another, there’d be less infighting and more respect spread across the Earth. But of course, just wishful thinking.

“Hongjoong asked for you,” Yeosang says.

“The man of the hour,” you murmur, sighing. “Why can’t he just come here himself?”

“Believe it or not,” Yeosang smiles. “He is a bit more busy than you think. He didn’t technically ask for me to come find you, but I doubt he would find the time to leave himself. And Yunho is too preoccupied to come here. I’m the only one free at the moment.”

You lift yourself up from your seat, stepping past the small gap between Yeosang and the doorway. He shifts slightly, arm brushing against yours as you make your way around. He does not follow you promptly. You turn to look at him, his sight glued on yours.

“Something the matter?”

His expression changes, and he merely shakes his head. “Nothing. I’ll lead the way.”

—

Yeosang leaves you with him, fingers brushing against the back of your hand as he disappears down the hall. He did not try to start a conversation as you two were walking alone, briefly glancing at you from time to time. Whatever you did moments ago must have bothered him enough to not even attempt to dissolve the awkwardness resting between both of you. But you didn’t either, so there’s that.

You slowly enter, your steps echoing as you move further inside. You’ve been inside Hongjoong’s office once before, but never in his room. It is nothing like you expected it to be - no torture devices hanging from the walls. Instead, vinyls resting on clear displays, cds in between each one. In fact, there were several instruments decorated all about, some you couldn’t even recognize yourself. Many likely hundreds of years old. This is his place, his mind. The thought of peering into his personal space, his mind, even if ever briefly, makes you anxious, goosebumps rising on your skin as you take yourself further in. It can’t be that bad.

He at least tolerates you enough to have you still around.

“Why are you here?”

You turn to the side, Hongjoong hunched over at his desk, pen dragging across stationary as he writes. He does not look up so you can only assume he heard your loud steps enter his room. The notebook he writes in is well-worn, corners curved in and cover peeling. His eyes briefly meet yours after you don’t speak, brow raised in expectation. “Well?”

“Yeosang told me you wanted to see me.”

He rolls his eyes, staring at his writing before ripping out a page, crumbling it up and snapping his fingers. The paper engulfed in flames before flickering into ashes, sliding off his table and into the bin beneath. “Yeosang tells everyone a lot of things, that does not mean it’s true. You’ll learn to not listen to his words after a while. He’s quite mischievous,” he murmurs.

“Then I am not needed?” You’re thankful, really. Being in his space, his scent, creates a strange feeling within you. There’s a reason you avoid him, more than just being afraid.

Hongjoong stands, throwing his notebook off his table. You take a step back just as he moves forward, too fast for you to leave his sight. His hands grip your body, pulling you close to him.

“Personal space is a thing, Hongjoong.”

“You want me to speak to you, truly?”

You try pulling away but his hold only tightens. So instead of fighting a losing battle, you speak through tight lips, “Say what you have to say.”

“What is it you want me to say? That I would follow you everywhere, until your steps become my own, until your breaths mingle with mine? There's no need for that. There is no where you will go that will be where I am not. It is all but that simple.” He cradles your face in his hands, thumbs rubbing against the skin. It takes everything in you not to flinch. “That is all I need, and it is all you’ve wanted. We will no longer be separated; you won’t be left alone. Is that what you want?”

What is he even saying? The more he trails on, the more fear begins to circulate your veins. He does not seem to notice it, so he continues when greeted with silence. “Soobin is no longer an issue since he’s gone. You’re free to desire whomever you want without him holding you back.”

His name pulls you out of your confusion almost instantaneously. “He was my partner, Hongjoong,” your brows furrow. “He’s the reason I’m even in this town in the first place. Why would he be holding me back? I love him.” And it’s true. There has been a bit of wavering in your love, and he broke your heart not too long ago. Mourning a love lost is one thing, but losing that love for him completely is entirely different.

You don’t see the way his mouth twitches at the word love. What you do see, though, is the way his eyes narrow. “He’s gone.”

“Love doesn’t just disappear when I no longer see him.”

“Then how will it? Must he come to you and say he hates you? Will he have to attempt to hurt you for it to go away? Why do humans continue to love someone who’s left them? Why can’t you let him go?” What else does he have to do? Should he have manipulated the human’s mind before they killed him? Made him break your heart? He thought Mingi’s appearance was enough to stop your mind from lingering on him. But it seems like it has done little.

You stare at Hongjoong as he loses himself in his thoughts. You’ve believed in inherent goodness, but there’s always been this underlying fear of them, just for the nature of them being Unseelies alone. Knowing that despite all of what they say, it’s something they can’t change. It’s something you’ve settled with. But hearing his words, the way his eyes shake as he looks at you… something tells you that he’s off. That despite their comfort and sympathy, they know what happened to Soobin.

An even smaller part of you believes that they’ve done something to him.

“Why do you care?”

He does not respond, waiting for you to continue. In the position you are right now, it’s hard not to.

“It’s hard to,” you explain, choosing your words carefully. “I’ve known him since we were children, and even if I didn’t love him in the romantic sense, I still would love him as a former friend. It hurts to just lose a friendship like that.”

"If I killed it would you forget him?"

You still. His touch is ever so delicate as he waits for your response. Eyes warm, blinking slowly. It's as if he didn't just say he'd do something so heinous, so unthinkable.

"What?" Is all you can respond with.

He leans closer to you, barely a breath away from your lips. His eyes flick over your face, before landing back on your eyes. "If I killed your weak, miserable, disgusting, incompetent, lackluster ex-partner, as you call it, will you forget then? Will you mourn its loss then come into my arms? Will you love me as you love it?"

It. Perhaps his mask slid down just a bit.

"You're out of your mind."

"I am very much sane, y/n. It's a simple question with an even simpler answer."

"No."

"No…?"

"I wouldn't forgive you if you killed him, Hongjoong."

He rolls his eyes, a huff echoing around the room. "How boring and mundane. I thought you were more amusing than that." He moves away from you now, grabbing his notebook he threw across the room. “Yeosang was right, I did want to speak to you. Not yet, but I suppose I have little reason to keep it to myself. Seonghwa suspects that you are not human.”

He moves on from the moment as if it never happened, as if he did not threaten your old partner. The subject change easily distracts you though, the idea so otherworldly that you scoff. Hongjoong snickers at the sound, standing up. “You make that incredulous sound but Seonghwa has rarely ever been wrong in his findings. You may not be as human as you think.”

“I’m only human, Hongjoong. There’s nothing else to it.”

“That you know of,” he adds, placing his book back on his table. “You’ve lived as a human your whole life you know nothing other than that. Of course you’d think the thought silly.”

“What do you want me to say? First you threaten my old partner and now you say that I’m not human? Do you want me to beg at your knees and tell you that it’s not true?”

“The thought of you on your knees in front of me isn’t unappealing,” he chirps.

“You’re,” you hold your tongue. It’s not the smartest thing to do - insulting an Unseelie in their territory. Hongjoong is unhinged already, no need to push him further into his madness. But you cannot help yourself. “You’re disgusting.”

He shrugs, “That’s not the worst insult I’ve ever heard. You've overstayed your welcome, you can go.” His hand waves you off, giving you his back completely. Though you expect nothing less from him, it still feels humiliating. But there's nothing you can do. Not now. You decide it's best to just leave completely, door slamming behind you as you exit the room. Yeosang lingers outside, book closing when you walk past him. He reaches out for your arm but you shove his touch off, making your way to your room.

You don't quite notice how hard you’ve pushed him, his body thumping against the wood. Yeosang looks down at his hand. How his fingers curl into themselves. You pushed him off. Strength formidable to his own with just a spike in your anger. He does not follow you but instead, enter the room you just left.

—

“He is an Unseelie. It is not unlike him to thrive off of your anger and frustration. It's tantalizing, the energy oozing from humans. It is fun for us,” Wooyoung's laying on your bed once again, arms folded beneath his head, eyes on the ceiling. “It tastes wonderful, though not as good as fear.”

“Doesn't really ease my nerves,” you say, flipping through the book he handed you. It's something he grabbed from Jongho, the scrawny writing etched into the pages. You snicker at the jabs he adds in, his notations growing more humorous as you turn pages. It's distracting enough for now. A hand covers the writing, Wooyoung's pout forcing you to stop. You shut the book, placing it on your side table. “He is annoying, Wooyoung. I don't think I'll last here long with him constantly saying shit and me not being able to say anything back.”

“You can argue with him, solaris. He won't kick you out.” He sees your expression, sighing. “We all do it, and none of us have left yet–”

“You are his mates, his spark. He wouldn't throw you out because of an argument. I have nothing left if I leave, Wooyoung. My family would be in danger, Soobin would be in danger, right when I step outside someone is waiting to kill me. It's exhausting to think about.”

“You have to learn to put yourself first instead of worrying about others,” he says. “And your family is as safe as they can be right now. They do not remember you, and you’ve been pulled from their lives. If a Seelie truly digs for it they will find them, but we will know before anything happens,” Wooyoung presses his finger against his temple. “I’ve got them on my radar.”

“You’re only confusing me more.”

“A spell, solaris. I’m keeping my eye on them every second. You’ll know if anything is amiss. Unfortunately though, I’d rather not update you on mundane things. It’ll make letting them go harder to bear.”

You do not agree with his method of lessening your worry, but you’d rather not argue with another Unseelie, too distraught from the last conversation to probe any further. You sink yourself deeper into the seat, closing your eyes. His silence is enough to make you open a lid, meeting the eyes of the Unseelie who continues to stare. You shake your head, closing them once more.

“Taking a picture would be better than you just staring.”

“Is that a joke or can I really take a photo?”

This time both of your eyes open, moving to him. He hasn’t moved from his spot, the devilish grin still on his face as he laughs. “I was kidding.”

“How unfortunate.”

You hum in agreement, eyes closing again. Since Wooyoung is often lingering around your room and having time to yourself is only reserved for late nights, San hasn’t really come around anymore. Sometimes he’d show here and there, but only for a quick once over and disappearing back to wherever he spends his time. It’s why you’ve grown used to Wooyoung threatening to tear your door down if you don’t let him in. Sure, it’s a bit concerning and mildly threatening, but he hasn’t done anything nefarious. Flirting here and there, maybe a bit of annoying banter, but you enjoy it. He’s one of your only companions that you have, even if you were essentially forced to live with him.

Your mother wouldn’t let you out of her sight if she knew.

“Do you like me around, solaris?” he asks after a moment.

“No.”

“If that is truly what you think, you don’t have to say yes and allow me to enter your room if you’re not comfortable with it.”

Nope. You don’t want this conversation to happen now. Not when you’re still figuring this out, trying to decipher what your feelings are for him. “I’m… fine with you being around, Wooyoung. You’re fun to hang around with.”

“As friends?” He asks. You hear the creak of your bed and immediately open your eyes. He sits on the edge of it, eyes looking through the open porch door. He does not look at you and yet, you feel like his attention is focused on the beats of your heart, the sound of your breaths. “Do you consider me a friend?”

“I don’t know.”

And it is true. You’re not sure how to classify your relationship with him. You’re friends, maybe. But it would be a lie if you were just that. He’s open with his own feelings, how much he wants you to want him. You just… don’t understand how he could want you so badly when he has seven other mates to focus on. And from what you know, despite Hongjoong’s slip of information, you’re a human. There’s nothing truly special about you aside from your little blip a while ago.

“Are you afraid of me?”

This is one you can answer with ease. “Yes.”

He turns around to look at you. It’s hard to see his face, the sun shining on the back of his head draping his face in darkness. You can barely see through the rays yourself. You watch as he stands, a slight step towards you. You follow his movements, though making no move to back up or go forward.

“That’s good, to be afraid of me,” he murmurs. “Perhaps you are not as clueless as we’ve previously thought. Being on guard around us, holding your feelings close. It is good.”

“What are you getting at, Wooyoung?”

“What I’m getting at is that you fear us, I can see it. I see how you interact with everyone, with me. But we both know how you feel about me. Even if you cannot say it yourself.” he moves even closer to you. But instead of standing in front of you, he slowly goes down on his knees. “If I am so terrifying to you, will this change things? My submission to you?”

He reaches up, his hands slowly holding yours in his grip as he places them on either side of his cheek. His eyelashes flutter once they touch his skin, a slow, clear groan escaping his parted lips. “It could be so easy for us. You could be mine, and I yours,” he whines.

“You have mates, Wooyoung. There’s no need for me.”

“They do not mind my yearn for you, if that is what you are worried about. None of them do. We all love each other differently, in different ways. My care for you is nothing like my care for them, but it does not have to be. You are different.”

Oh no.

You hold his face in your hands, fingers shakily stroking the tan of his skin, brushing against the mole beneath his eyes. They remain focused on you, lips trembling beneath each caress. You can hear your heart in your ears, pumping violently against your ribcage. It is familiar. A feeling you haven’t felt in a while.

You might just be in love with him.

And it is terrifying.

The revelation is alarming, swelling. It frightens you each passing second. You love him dearly. How has he worked himself into your heart? Is this coercion? Maybe he’s manipulated you to the point of no return. It is reasonable to think so. Before you were terribly frightened of his presence around you, aware that at any moment they may decide to drag their lengthened nails into your chest, killing you. And yet here you sit, Wooyoung crouched beneath you, his nails leaving indents in your thighs from how desperate his hold is, his warm, aroused eyes flicking between yours. The gasps leave your lips as his hands travel closer and closer to you. Right now you are not as afraid of him, not completely.

How could you love someone so easily when you lost the man you thought you were going to marry not too long ago? It should have been harder to fall for his charms. It shouldn’t have happened so quickly at all; and yet here you are.

Your thumb presses lightly into his lips, the flick of his tongue eagerly dragging on the pad of it. Never in your life have you seen such desperation from a partner, such eagerness to have you. It is a wonder you’ve held yourself strong for such a long time when he is so willing under your touch. Is it sinister to want this to continue? Knowing who he is, who they are.

“You are pretty,” the words leave your mouth without much thought. His body shudders at your words, leaning forward, head pressing into your stomach. His hands leave your thigh, wrapping around the curve of your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“Am I?” His breaths hitch, yearning lining and enfolding itself around two simple words. You have yet to kiss him, to taste his mouth, and he is distressed for you. Touch on your skin, but it is not enough for him. His head tilts up, pupils covering his irises completely. “Am I pretty to you?”

He slowly rises, warm, trembling body moving closer and closer to you. His hands stay on your hips as he hovers over your body, chest rising and falling quickly. Your hands leave his face and cup his neck instead. You are not unaware of how his breath hitches as you hold him. He leans forward, lips lightly brushing against your chin.

“Am I?” There is a pause in his movements. His unwavering despair to have you is not unknown, but he pauses. As if waiting for your approval to move further. A bit humorous how now he is holding himself back when he is so close to having you. “I want you to say it to me, solaris. Tell me.”

“You’re pretty, Wooyoung.”

His lips waste little time in covering yours, tongue entering your mouth immediately. His lips tremble as he tastes you, hands moving to the back of the chair to hold himself steady. The freestanding furniture slides against the floor, hitting the wall behind it as he pushes himself closer and closer to you.

You are overcome with the feeling of not knowing him, of not knowing his touch, his desperate breaths mixing with yours, his teeth sinking into your lips, begging for reprieve. He almost swallows you whole with his eagerness, hands wrapping around your body, pulling you into him. His strength lifts you from the seat entirely, your legs wrapping around him as he presses you against the wall. He lets his lips leave yours, tongue tracing down the slide of your neck, moans loud. It is not surprising he is a vocal lover, and for a moment embarrassment settles within you at the thought of one of the others entering the home, hearing his voice echoing down the halls.

“I do not care,” he murmurs against your skin, “Let them listen to me worshiping you.”

You're unable to speak.

“Would it bother you? For them to hear me kiss you from your neck to your feet, everything in between? Is it so wrong for me to want my palms to burn beneath your touch?”

You laugh at the suggestion, “I am no God that you’d be burned by my touch.”

He smiles against your skin, “How is that possible if I pray to you each night? Do they not say to worship in the low light?” his lips press against the tips of your fingers, teeth dragging across the skin. “You should have heard my prayers, solaris. I am an extremely devoted servant to you.”

“Wooyoung,” Somewhere in between sacrilegious and obscene, his chest rises with laughter.

“For you alone I am weak, solaris. For you, I will crawl, I will beg,” his lips leave your fingers, “San is not the only Unseelie who is violently devoted to the brink of utter obsession, solaris. Can you not feel mine?” His tongue drags against the skin of your collarbone, your body trembling beneath the wet touch. His hands have never left your hips, nails digging into the skin. You are too involved to feel how they slightly puncture, his longing words distracting. “Can you feel how devout I am to you? How gloriously blessed I am to be touching your skin?”

His hands release you for the briefest of moments, wrapping around your torso as he moves away from the wall. The walls around you shift, your mind lost for a moment. You blink, only a moment to glance around and see that you're in fact, no longer in your room. That he pulled you through the thin threads of reality into his. Wooyoung is ever so impatient, letting your body fall against his bedsheets.

“I think I prayed enough,” he continues, staring down at you. “You might have finally heard me beg to see you like this. How lucky I am to be the one to see you like this,” he leans over, brushing his thumb against your cheek. “But I need you to do something for me.”

“Okay,” you say. The words come out with certainty you didn't know you possessed for him, breathless and accepting of anything he may suggest. His lips lift, but you see that it does not entirely reach his eyes. You lean up, and he sits back down on the floor. Looking up at you. Just as you're about to sit yourself next to him, his hand stops you, shaking his head.

“I need you to tell me what to do to you.”

“Tell you what to do?”

“I can't do it myself. I can't do anything to you myself.” The tone of his voice is strange now. It is as desperate as before, but there is something else between the words. You do not know him well enough to even guess what it may be, why he truly needs you to guide him. But his despair is apparent, the way his hands tremble as they begin to hold your thighs, tears coating the brim of his lids. It is merely a guess, but it feels like he can only move further with your exact words. Your precise permission.

It should not frighten you how much control, even if facetious, you have over him.

“Please solaris.”

“I have to?” You whisper, and he nods.

“It is as I have said. I follow your word.” His hold is lighter now as he waits. “I cannot indulge in your sweetness without permission.”

You grow weary as he continues his explanation.

“The corruption is not merely just a surface level. None of the Unseelie can, not without word from the other partner. Though we reign in chaos, we cannot do activities like this without explicit permission. I need you, I do. But I need you to need me too.” His touch is claw-like, fingertips tracing the marks upon your skin, lips tantalizing as they drag over your knee, breathes tickling the small hairs. “Do you need me?”

You have only been the sun to him. It is no wonder he is so vehement on you aching for him a tenth of how he craves you. You can see it in his eyes, the darkened gaze settling on you, the cage preventing him from moving further. The thought is comforting perhaps, though you'd never suggest that he'd do such a thing, but knowing that Unseelie are unable to force themselves upon someone. Nature is still balanced.

You are the sun to him, his solaris. What he is to you…

You have yet to figure out.

He nods at your question long forgotten, hands unmoving as you lean down. He holds his breath as you place your hand at the bottom of his chin, tilting his head up to entirely look at you. Submitting to you.

“I want you all over me, Wooyoung.”

His hands drag your legs forward, thighs spread apart. His body could crack a hole in the floor with how much he trembles in anticipation. His fingers change, nails lengthening. You watch in awe as they turn into claws, easily sliding through the material of your shorts, tossing it to the side.

“I've thought endlessly of how I would have you beneath me,” the words are barely let out as he pulls you closer to him, arousal dripping from his words. “Your lips desperately pleading for me, wanting me. How you would let me do anything to you.” His words are coated in lust, lips hovering over where you desire him most. “Can I taste you, y/n?”

“Please.”

His lips cover your clit, smacking together from the wetness that clings to them. Your fingers glide into his soft locks, tugging lightly as his tongue enters you. His moans into you are loud, the tug in your stomach tightening, worsening when you feel his fingers gripping your thighs, tongue finding your most sensitive point with ease.

You attempt to lift your head to see him, your gaze falling on his helmet of hair between your thighs, nestled. Soft whines spilled from your lips as you place your head back down on the sheets, the silk forcing your touch to only grip him. Your thighs tighten as you beg him for something you’re not sure of, his movements continuing until you tug a bit harder on his hair to pull him away. His shadow slides up your form, “I’m not just done with you, solaris.”

He lifts your head, pressing a light kiss just beneath your ear. “I haven’t had enough of you yet. You are godly, and yet I cannot help but sin,” his breath was hot as he exhales onto your skin, goosebumps left in his wake as he moves back to where he once was. His fingers tremble slightly against your skin, his hooded eyes resting on yours as he leaned back down, lips wrapped around your clit once more.

Wooyoung’s hand grips and tugs at your thigh. You blink once more, a field of clovers beneath the two of you. The evening sun is low in the sky, peeking through the trees, the sunlight leaving a streak across his cheeks, brown eyes lighter. He practically glows, eyes shining with need, tongue between his lips to softly flick over your bud. The pull in your cunt grows once more, stronger and stronger as his eyes flutter close. Leaves rustle, a warm breeze brushing against your skin.

“My solaris, how do I shine for you?” he whispers. The simple sentence along the return of his lips to your lower ones make your muscles grow tight, a soft moan vibrating up your throat once relief and warmth began rushing beneath your skin. Wooyoung holds you close as you tremble, lips still wrapped around you as you climax once more, unable to let your grip on his hair go, pressing him harshly into you.

His eyes are warm as they look up at you, your body covered with your shirt, chest rising and falling slowly. His lips are slow, peppering kisses along the inside of your thigh, “how are you? still with me?”

You swallow slowly, struggling to find yourself after what happened. A few seconds pass before you can speak, “Yes. Yes, I’m fine.”

He laughs, continuing the seemingly never-ending drag of his soft lips up her stomach, his fingers pushed under your shirt to glide it up. They’re soft, warm as your lift your hands away from his hair and up, allowing him to see all of you. The last person that’s seen you this vulnerable was Soobin, and before that… not many. His eyes are glazed over as he takes in your exposed chest, his index finger tickling your skin as he lightly moves around the flesh of your breast. “Just for me?” He leans forward, cheek pressed against the soft flesh, trembling. “You’re more than what I’ve ever imagined.”

“Wooyoung…” Your mouth is dry as you let his name leave your lips, the word coming out rougher than you intended it to. He groans, shaking his head slightly.

“I would never tire of hearing you say my name like that,” he murmurs. “It is a shame the others cannot hear since we are so far.”

You look around as he slips his fingers into one of your free hands. The field is small, likely near where Yeosang brings you every once in a while. The thought makes you wonder – he did say that no one knew of the place aside from Hongjoong and himself. How could Wooyoung know to bring you here?

“Your thoughts move elsewhere, are you alright?” His eyes are coated with concern, hand lifting to brush a thumb against your cheek. “We can stop if it’s too much for you.”

“No, no everything is fine.” It may be that Yeosang let this private place slip his tongue while speaking with him. And perhaps Wooyoung found it as beautiful as you did and decided to bring you here. You let those thoughts settle within you as he leans down, his lips pressing against your jaw. A hum vibrates against his lips, your moment of confusion slipping away once he lines himself up and pushes forward, just enough to have your eyes widening almost immediately. You expect the impact to at least ache, but it feels warm and soft and full.

“So warm, my solaris. Made just for me, yes?” His entrance is slow, his hand that cradles your face sliding to your shoulder. “I need to ask, solaris.”

He leans forward, lips pressing against your forehead as he pushes deeper. “We… I feed on life. On human life. And you are full of it, pretty. So so beautiful and holy and bright.”

His words make no sense, a question still not uttered. “What are you saying, Wooyoung?”

“Can I taste you?” His hands slide down to your waist as he finally fully enters. They glow a dark orange against your skin, his eyes on yours. “It would be just a small taste. It wouldn’t kill you. It will feel good, solaris. You will feel good.”

The question is still vague, but even with you clouded mind, you can pick through the mess of words. A low moan comes from you as he pulls out slightly, entering again. “You want to eat my soul?”

“A sliver, it will barely be missed.”

“…Okay.”

The fear disappears once his lips cover yours, tongue entering your mouth as his hips set a steady rhythm. “You’ll love it.” You begin to keen under him, feeling wave after wave of heat surrounding the two of you, the sound of birds above you chirping as he takes you. The ache entering through you from the pleasure his cock pressing in and out of you and the sensation of being beneath his torso. His fingers gripping your waist break skin, and then you see it. The orange light that you presumed was spilling through his fingers was not him, no. It is you, your aura surrounding the two of you. Wooyoung’s pace almost doubles at the sight, the smell woodsy and sweet. The mop of black hair seeps into a orange color as it swirls through the air, eyes matching. It is a sight to see between pleasure, you, yourself, seen in an unknown light. Just as he pulls away from your lips, your soul enters your skin again.

His brows furrow, but he does not comment on it, instead, lifting up onto his hands to find another angle, sighing in relief it once your knees were up at his sides, feet hooked around his waist. The question as to why he cannot feed on you lingers.

“Perhaps my sin is too much for a soul like yours,” he whispers, dropping his weight down onto his elbows, then further, arms wrapping around you. “I will enjoy you nonetheless.”

“What are you–”

His hips press harshly into yours just as you begin to speak, watching as your eyes roll back, lids fluttering. You’re not quick to notice a hot tear falling down your cheek, rolling down your temple, lost in the darkness as his cum seeping out of his tip slowly but surely began melting your senses into nothing. The sound of skin begins echoing in the air and trees, his knees sliding up to push his thighs against you, pressing him deeper. You slowly lose your sense of the world you, focused on his cock pressing into you, his arms around you as you writhe with each thrust.

“So pretty,” he murmurs. “You always shine brightly, solaris, and yet you shine even moreso. How am I to keep my hands off you now that I’ve finally had you?” The sound of his voice is lost in between the sounds of skin slapping, the way he rocked into her body.

“Then don’t,” you say.

His eyes widen briefly, the orange fading as they meet yours. You somehow find the strength to keep focused on him despite how intensely your climax is coming. It’s the first time you’re unable to read his expression, perhaps a tint of wonder if you could focus. After a few seconds your thighs tighten, gasps leaving your lips. “Wooyoung–”

“Just like that pretty, just for me.”

Your head falls back, straining to let out the moan that clawed its way up, vise forming around his cock until he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Hell,” he grits, hips stilling as he cums, stuttering with each succeeding one. Your breaths escape your lips, lids heavy as you feel his own lips press lightly against yours.

—

“It has been hours since they were together, and he has still not let her leave his room. Should she not eat?” Yunho murmurs. They can see how his annoyance has gathered around him, hand gripping the apple between his fingers tightly, brows furrowed enough to become one. He is right – neither you nor Wooyoung has left his room. Seonghwa and maybe San could break the barrier that he has placed around his resting place, but neither wants to. Only making Yunho grow more irritated.

“They were together, Yunho. Let them simmer in it before they're told the news,” San rubs his arm, presses a soft kiss against his temple. “It is soon to be ruined once they enter a shared space.”

“He’s not going to move on from this,” Hongjoong sighs, eyes closed as he tucks himself further into the couch cushions. “I’m not ready to hear him boasting everyday about something I don’t care about in the slightest. San you might have to whip up a spell to shut him up.”

“I doubt he’d say anything outlandish-”

“Good afternoon~” His warm voice echoes through the room as he enters, almost floating as he glides along the tiles to the fridge. He presses his lips against Yunho and San’s cheeks while he passes by, the ghost of his magic roaming over Hongjoong’s arm and squeezing it. “Lovely day.”

Hongjoong’s lip twitches, but he makes no move to respond to Wooyoung’s words, annoyance already riddling his features. Yunho glances at Wooyoung, watching as he sings a song, pulling ingredients from open drawers and cabinets. No one says a word in response aside from San, easily wrapping his arm around his waist and pressing a kiss to his mate’s temple.

“We haven’t seen you in almost a day.”

“Busy. And solaris is hungry, and I assume the rest of you are,” he places his utensils on the counter. “Ready for some human food?”

All of their faces wrinkle in disgust at his words, a chuckle draping his lips as he rolls his eyes. “It wouldn't hurt you to feed on things other than humans.”

“It tastes of chalk and sadness,” Yunho mumbles, watching as he coats the pan with butter. “And smells rancid.”

“Whatever, you're missing out on the joys in life. Sweets aren't the only thing that tingles the taste buds.”

“You would know,” San is barely heard as he bites on the apple slice, but it is audible enough for their joint laughter. “I'm surprised you haven't spilled your secrets yet. Not often do you keep your escapades to yourself.”

“I’m not going to brag, I would never kiss and tell.”

Yunho’s eyes narrow. “You do, in fact, kiss and tell. That’s all you do actually, I’m surprised you were even able to let that lie slip.”

Wooyoung sticks out his tongue, tapping the pepper into the pan. “Well not now. Solaris is too special for me to discuss things like that around you all. A star that glows like her demands privacy.”

“Did she threaten you?” Hongjoong snickers, peeking out a lid when he doesn’t hear an immediate response. “Oh? She did?”

He frowns. “Not necessarily. I would just like to keep it quiet. It's not just between us eight now, she’s different. Humans are more private. I don't want her uncomfortable.”

“Honorable,” Yunho notes. “Perhaps you have grown.”

“There’s barely a hundred years between us,” Wooyoung deadpans, narrowing his eyes. “I’m not as young as you think I am.”

—

“They were together.”

“Correct.”

“And you have no qualms with that?”

“They are not young and we are not responsible for their actions, Seonghwa. I don’t care what they do in their free time. You’re just upset that she wasn’t with you first as all. She likely would have if it weren’t for that disgusted look you give her every time you’re in a room together.”

“She’s not a commodity to be passed around, Hongjoong. I don’t care if she is with me first or not at all. All that I’m saying is, it’s irresponsible to ignore it.”

If Hongjoong’s eyes could roll further back they would. He closes his notebook slowly, looking up at Seonghwa. “What do you suppose we do, then? Place a chastity belt on Wooyoung, perhaps cuff him to his bed so that he cannot move near her? Ship him off to Yeonjun himself to deal with?”

“That is not what I’m saying at all. You treat this like it’s a joke,” Seonghwa frowns.

“What you’re suggesting is a joke. I’m not stopping either of them from indulging in one another. I didn’t expect Wooyoung to win her over so soon, but it was inevitable. You hid your suspicions from them, but even with it, it would only make it more enticing for him. He does not back down from a challenge. Especially one he is so obsessed with.”

“You told me to keep it to myself,” Seonghwa rubs his temple, breathing deeply. “I was going to tell them-”

“You still could have. You still can. What I said was a suggestion, nothing more.”

There is no use in arguing with him, Seonghwa thinks. Hongjoong knows what his suggestions are - oftentimes there are threats hidden beneath them. And though he loves him more than life itself, he cannot stand how nonchalant Hongjoong can be. Even if the human, you, does not know your true nature yourself.

“Fine.”

Hongjoong smirks, “That was much easier to deal with.”

“I will tell them tonight. All of them.”

Hongjoong’s smirk twitches. Seonghwa is not looking at him directly, so he does not see the slight dip in his expression, “You will?”

“As you said, it was merely a suggestion. Perhaps their minds will change once they all know of her true nature. And we can finally kill her.”

“You want her dead?”

Never. The thought forms bile in his mouth. “I’d rather not touch her at all. But what other choice do we have? She will kill us all if we let her stay. It is the best decision right now.” He found you, he tracked you down. If he killed you in the beginning despite the resistance to their powers, perhaps it would have saved him from the guilt that begins to riddle his body. He should not care for a creature like you, knowing it is what you do. And still, with knowing, he cannot stop it from happening. Which is why he needs to tell the rest of them.

“They won’t let you kill her. Most have already succumbed to her charm.”

“... I will do what I must to keep us safe.”

Hongjoong shrugs, “Then so be it. You have no objection from me. I’ve grown wary of her being around anyway. Humans are too… irritating.”

“Not a human.”

“Right. I won’t let the others know of my opinion and side with the majority.”

“Sometimes, they would like to hear what their leader thinks, Hongjoong.”

He pauses for a moment. “It will influence their decisions too much for me to say what I want.”

“And you think your thoughts do not influence mine?” Seonghwa asks, genuinely curious. Hongjoong laughs at the question, shaking his head.

“Seonghwa, I've known you for hundreds of years. You’d rather throw yourself in front of a deadly attack than take my opinion over your own. It is settled.”

—

You sit near the back of the room, Wooyoung’s presence wrapped around the headrest of the chair you occupy. No one else has approached you, though you sensed the lingering eyes of Yunho to the side of you. He gave you a smile when you entered, the slight downturn of his lips as he met Wooyoung’s gaze obvious. It did make you nervous that it was somehow your fault he looked furious. But the expression was gone with a blink.

“Mingi won’t be joining us, but he already informed me of his opinion prior to our meeting,” Hongjoong says, sliding past the rest and sitting in the loveseat farthest away from the entrance. His eyes bore into yours, oddly twinkling. “It will be kept in mind as we’re voting.”

“And what is it that we’re voting on?” Yunho asks.

“It has taken me a while to consider what has been going on the past few months, and how it affects all of us, including y/n,” Seonghwa does not meet your eyes as he speaks, staring at an unoccupied couch. “Our voting today is to decide if she lives or dies.”

Silence falls over the room. Your own chest tightens, palms growing moist as the seconds tick by. Kill you? Has what you’ve done destroyed their relationship with other faeries to the point of no return? Seonghwa’s reluctance to even be near you was not only for disgust like you thought before, but something deeper. Hongjoong wasn’t lying when he told you that they believed you to be not human. But you’re not hiding anything yourself. Being anything but human just feels impossible.

“You’re joking?” Wooyoung stands up from where he is behind you, slightly stepping forward. “She’s done nothing wrong.”

“She killed Beomgyu, Wooyoung.”

“So? I kill faeries and humans all the time! Why should that matter?”

“You know why,” San speaks this time, shaking his head. “It has caused us many problems. But Seonghwa, killing her? What use is that to us?”

Seonghwa sighs. “She is not entirely human, that’s why.”

Their gazes all meet yours from across the room. Even Wooyoung, his valiant effort to coax them into saving your life, expression drops slightly, confusion coating his gaze. As if questioning the validity of everything you’ve told him. Somehow that look makes you feel utterly guilty, despite not believing in his claim.

“I am a human,” you retort. “That, whatever happened at that time, it wasn’t… it was me, but it was a fluke. An adrenaline rush.”

“How can we assume she’s not human just because she killed a Seelie?” Yeosang asks. His expression remains neutral, potion book placed face-down on the counter. “Strength like that is not uncommon in humans.”

“Correct, but we all know that a human cannot tear apart a Seelie, especially the way Beomgyu was. His body was unrecognizable, torn to shreds. Someone with her size and strength, even with a burst of adrenaline could not take a Seelie down like that. She would have to know weaknesses, have weaponry-”

“It is unlike you to say allegations without undeniable truth,” Jongho interrupts him. “So I believe what you’re saying, hyung. What is she, if not a human?”

It’s interesting how despite being in the same room with them, they all ignore your presence entirely, speaking amongst themselves. Likely because you can lie with ease and without restraint. They won’t believe a word that comes out of your mouth, anyway, except maybe Yunho or Wooyoung.

“Now this may bother you all. But there is no other explanation. She is a kumiho.”

“That’s impossible-”

“It isn’t,” Seonghwa interrupts Wooyoung before he begins, holding up a hand. “We are real, so it is not too far gone to believe in something that was once unreal to us. There are still beings out there that we do not know of. Her strength, the claw marks on the dead Seelie. She has not turned on the full moon and her blood does not contain any sort of wolf characteristics. Kumiho can blend amongst humans the easiest after they have lived over a thousand years. It is not unrealistic to assume that she has moved past that point and become a human woman.”

“She hasn’t even attempted to lure any of us.” Wooyoung narrows his eyes. “Nor has she eaten human flesh.”

“That we know of.”

You can only scoff, shaking your head. “This is unreal.”

“There is no other explanation. Your strength is formidable to our own. Likely, the feline creature hiding inside this human appearance in front of us has prevented itself from remembering what it was. For protection or otherwise - we have yet to find out.”

Wooyoung’s gaze wavers the longer he listens to Seonghwa’s explanation. In fact, it seems that each of them believes everything that comes from his mouth. But it is impossible. What would be the reason for hiding your true being from yourself?

“Now we vote, then,” Hongjoong starts. “Mingi has voted yes to kill her. Seonghwa?”

“It is what needs to be done, yes,” Seonghwa agrees.

“Yunho?” Hongjoong asks, turning to him.

His gaze is on the floor, thinking. After a few seconds passed, “No. I don’t think she’s a threat to us. We keep her alive.”

Hongjoong looks at Yeosang.

Yeosang ponders the thought as everyone discusses loudly amongst one another. His eyes meet yours across the room, just being Wooyoung as he seemingly protects you with his body. You look afraid. Your eyes move to each person as they speak, your nerves palpable enough to be tasted in the thickened air. If he himself agrees to your death, it is likely that San would agree. Neither of them truly differ in opinion on things like this. Jongho would soon follow out of mere respect. And you would be killed promptly. It is what he has wanted since you’ve arrived here, turning everything sideways. So why, as he looks at your pathetic cowering behind Wooyoung, why does he feel such pity for you?

He looks at Wooyoung again. Though his fascination with you is beyond his capability of understanding, he can see it. How his eyes look at his spark desperately, pleading with them to save you. How Yunho’s jaw clenches, quietly observing. He wanted you here, wanted you protected by them. Though you aren’t exactly the pitiful human he once thought you to be, he still cares for you, strangely.

“Well, what do you want to do?” San whispers into his neck. Useless, since they all can hear what he’s saying aside from you. “Kill her?”

His next words will change everything. Yeosang meets your eyes across the room. His own widen slightly at your expression, flicking down to read your lips. The words mouthed to him are enough for him to decide.

Please help me.

“There’s no reason to kill her if she does not hold any threats to us right now.”

Seonghwa whips his head to Yeosang. Anger expressed along the vein on his neck, the set of his brows. He will not say it outright, but Yeosang has just betrayed his trust. Perhaps Seonghwa thought he would allow the woman to be killed just because … well, because he wanted it. But he cannot now, not when things are turning out so interesting.

“You are sure of this?” Hongjoong asks. His eyes sparkle. “Truly?” Despite only being the fourth oldest, his words hold weight for the rest.

“I am,” Yeosang says simply. The tense gaze of your expression has not dropped. Probably because you don’t realize that San would follow his lead, then Jongho. Your hand wraps around Wooyoung’s arm that traps you behind him. “If need be in the future with reason, sure. But now, no.”

“This is a mistake-” Seonghwa begins, stopping once Hongjoong flicks his finger. His mouth is shut in an instant, the feeling of magic swirling through the air.

“Hasn’t he spoken enough tonight? There are three remaining votes. As always, I will side with the majority. San, you’re next.”

“No need to kill her,” San agrees. Hongjoong’s smile grows louder, eyes flicking to Wooyoung.

“Your answer is obvious, but please Wooyoung, give your vote.”

Wooyoung covers your body almost completely as he speaks. “Of course, I will not kill her.”

“What does our youngest think?”

“I enjoy her being around, I can’t imagine her not being here,” Jongho smiles at you from across the room. “She can stay.”

“Well, as with the majority, y/n’s life is spared. Apologies to Seonghwa and Mingi, but as you know, it has now been decided. Take all the time you need to process this.” He flicks his finger again toward Seonghwa. The room expects him to roar his complaints, but he only looks around, tiredness seemingly flowing off of him.

“I trust you all and always have. And I assumed that you trust my words as well. But as Hongjoong has said, majority rules. I hope that you all keep an eye on her, and make sure that with the slightest change in behavior, monitor it. It can come at any time since she cannot control it herself,” Seonghwa looks at you, eyes meeting. “And I hope, y/n, you listen to my words yourself. Leave if you feel the change happening.”

He leaves the room, Hongjoong disappearing from his spot, likely following Seonghwa close behind along with Yunho. Leaving the rest of you alone.

Wooyoung’s body seeps into your figure the way he embraces you so tightly, lips pressing against your temple lightly. “I’ll be back, pretty.” His touch disappears as well. Jongho glances at you sympathetically, eyes glazing over yours for a moment before he too, blinks away. The instantaneous disappearing bodies is not something you’d ever get used to.

It does not distract you enough from what Seonghwa said, though. You are not human, despite how you’ve lived, how much you have insisted. A kumiho? As he further explained it, it still made entirely no sense to you. You’ve lived your life plainly, rarely if ever dated once in a while. Soobin was your second official relationship, the first lasting no more than a couple of years. The way he looked with such disgust as he explained it, how your age superseded everyone’s in the room. How your true nature was hidden from even yourself - it is impossible to think of.

“It is interesting to look at you, knowing what you are,” San says, looking around Yeosang to peer at you. “Do you have the urge to bite me?”

“I don’t feel anything, San,” exasperation coats your words. “I don’t even believe it myself.”

“Seonghwa is rarely wrong,” Yeosang murmurs. “That is why we take his word as the truth. Since you are kumiho, your training with Mingi will be much different now. Likely more intense.”

Your arms ache at the thought. You have yet to see Mingi yourself, but the training from before was strenuous. You look at Yeosang, remembering he expression on his face as he peered over at you, the tired eyes filled with curiosity as he voted to keep you alive. You are grateful, nonetheless. But the question lingers the longer you look at him.

“Do you want me dead?”

Yeosang pauses at the inquiry, straw resting between his lips. Eyes flicking to yours. There is little to decipher when it comes to him since he rarely tells what he may be thinking, and you're not with him often. But something in the way he looks at you. He does not respond right away – an indication that he may twist his words to satisfy your question.

“In the beginning I thought it'd be best to get rid of you before it escalated. Even more recently, I thought the same. But now I am not so sure,” he places his drink on the counter. “Most of us do enjoy having you around, human or not. Though I am not as enthused as Yunho or Wooyoung with your presence, I no longer hate it. So I have grown to tolerate it. Until I cannot.”

“You will kill me?”

His smile is strange, hollow. “If I must. Your life isn't that important. Or I'll wait until it has run out itself. You may only have a few more decades left, anyway. They will get over it – their fixation will move to something more interesting eventually.”

How casually he talks about your life. Like it is nothing. He does consider it as nothing, as he has said. None of the Unseelie is this house told you do directly as he has done. You should feel a bit wary around him now, knowing he could change his mind in seconds and kill you. Even now, as he reads the spellbook resting on his thighs, he could kill you. And San, sitting nearby, would only help.

So feeling comforted at the thought is unusual.

“Thank you for being honest,” you say, and he snickers. “Not much of that going around here.”

“Sure.”

San leaves a bit after that. The silence echoes around the small room, eyes moving to the doorway at the sound of the door clicking open. The sight nearly startles you, seeing him for the first time in months. Mingi is followed closely by Yunho, bodies brushing against one another as they enter. Yeosang takes that as a sign to leave you, closing his spellbook and gracefully hopping off the chair. His fingers drag across Mingi's arm as he leaves.

“Oddly quiet around here,” he notes, opening the fridge. Yunho sits where Yeosang just was, smiling at you. “Have you been getting along well despite today?” He asks, thanking Mingi as he passes him an apple. “Wooyoung said you've been making progress adjusting, but I rarely take his word for it.”

“It's been better now,” you say. “It's not one hundred percent yet, but I am getting used to being around here. I hope it just ends soon.”

“I heard your life was spared. It should make you happy. Ah,” he snaps his fingers. “They haven't told you yet,” Mingi sits on the opposite side of you. “We will have to leave soon.”

“We?”

“Half of us. Yunho, Wooyoung, Hongjoong, and myself. Seelie requested our presence. We would have all went, but with these circumstances, it may be best to leave half of us here.”

Circumstances meaning you. Mingi does not further explain and you do not insist on him doing so, instead sinking further into the chair you rest on. “So I am left with the rest of you.”

“Left is a strong word,” Yunho mumbles into his cup. “More like babysat.”

Your frown deepens, and he laughs. “It is but a joke. You can take care of yourself. They won’t do anything to you while we’re gone. Yeosang and San will likely stay to themselves now that Seonghwa has relieved him of his duty to watch you. Jongho will be entertaining enough, no?”

“She is older than us all, no need to treat her as a faerling,” Mingi murmurs.

“She thinks she’s almost three decades old, Mingi.”

“Time to see reality.”

They banter back and forth about you, clueless as to how you’ve already left, steps quiet as you make it to your own bedroom. Seonghwa’s words, no matter how convincing, is not something you believe to be true. He says you conjured up this false reality of your life to blend into the human world, but it makes no sense to you. Nothing, none of it does. You remember your parents, you remember your family life. How you so easily deluded yourself into thinking that it was real when it’s not is beyond your comprehension. Likely because you don’t believe it at all. Why would you hide it from yourself? There is no reason to block your own mind from it - even if you are as he says you are. Jumping to such a conclusion is ridiculous.

No. You’re not a kumiho.

You enter your room, shutting the door behind and locking it. Surely Seonghwa can easily create a spell to allow the others into your room, but he won’t. Not if he so vehemently believes that you’re a creature that he didn’t even think was real. You settle yourself into your sheets, ignoring the lingering feeling in your mind that he might be right.

#fic: wonderwall #ateez x reader #ot8 x reader #yeosang x reader #kang yeosang x reader #wooyoung x reader #jung wooyoung x reader #yunho x reader #mingi x reader #jongho x reader #hongjoong x reader #seonghwa x reader #san x reader #ateez fics #ateez smut #ateez angst #ateez fluff

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wakeupthemembersofbylernation · 11 months

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If Mike really loved El romantically, they wouldn’t have dragged out a weird plot of not being able to say ILY for two seasons. One season? Sure. I can let Season 3 slide somewhat if one discounts all the queer longing that takes place and the odd finale kiss. You could interpret S3 as an awkward kid building up the courage to say the L word.

But two seasons? Nah. If the first interpretation were true, things would’ve been resolved when El confesses that she loves him back at the end of S3. But things were not resolved? And the show goes out of its way to emphasize that Mike isn’t even writing “I love you” in his letters? And they have a big, explosive fight about it… and he still can’t say it? Nah Michael, I diagnose you with homosexuality.

“But saying I love you is scary and a big deal and yada yada…” Okay sure. Saying ILY is a big deal. But middle school kids still say it pretty casually. And they certainly at least write it. It’s not uncommon for a kid to drop the “L” bomb to someone they’ve only been dating for a short period of time, only to break up the next day. Things are fluid and chaotic and unpredictable and messy. In Romeo and Juliet, Romeo thought he was in love with Rosaline until seeing Juliet, and he immediately changed his mind.

But even if we just assume it’s harder for Mike to say ILY to El because Mlvn is serious and more meaningful than a fleeting crush, that still doesn’t let Mike off the hook. If Mlvn really is as soulmate-coded as Mlievens believe, when have you ever heard of a soulmate-coded relationship in media where the writers went out of their way to show that saying ILY was like pulling teeth? Imagine if there was a whole section of Titanic where Jack struggled with saying ILY to Rose? Imagine Leia got into a fight with Han because he couldn’t write “love” in his romantic letters, and Han was all like, “I care for you so much, Leia.”Imagine Katara pulled out the receipts, and Aang was like, “Okay, okay. Katara, you’re being ridiculous. Like what is this?”

That would be absurd. And you’d either demand an explanation or stop rooting for them. It’s not that ILY isn’t often a big deal in stories. It’s that when it’s emphasized in a weird way and dragged out for two seasons, you have to side-eye it. It’s one thing when the big ILY is the logical and natural culmination of an arc, whether at the end of a season or the end of a series. That makes sense. It’s another thing entirely when someone is literally begging you to say it, and you still can’t say it. And then when you finally do say it, it’s in the penultimate season, and it’s extremely anticlimactic. And everyone has to emphasize how you said it 9 times to cope/compensate.

If Mlvn was meant to be endgame, and Mike really loved El romantically, they would’ve just… shown Mike and El being in love with each other. There wouldn’t be any doubt. None of the other couples, other than Stancy, have ever gone through this weird kind of ritual where words are emphasized over actions. No one doubts that Lumax, Jopper, and Duzie are in love with each other. Jancy is a little more complicated cause they were separated throughout S4 and doubts were raised, but even so, it’s nowhere near the odd situation with Milkvan. Jancy, Lumax, Jopper, and Duzie have all shown they love each other through their actions. They don’t rely on big gestures or words to prove it. In fact, Lucas even specifically says to Max, “I don’t want a letter.”

All I’m saying is, if Mlvn is treated with a considerable lack of seriousness post Season 2, if the show keeps them in a weird Groundhog Day plot of constant fights and lies and not being on the same page, and if it takes a third party with vested romantic interest in the situation for Mike to finally monologue a measly ILY to his girlfriend, then maybe there’s a reason for this? 🤔

#byler #mike wheeler #will byers #mike wheeler i know what you are #stranger things #Byler endgame #el hopper

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Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time Three: Return of the Kink

Day 9: Bloodletting (Vampire)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairing: Medic x Fem!Reader

Summary: Medic is a vampire and vampire related things happen

Tags: Blood, biting, oral, vampire au (literally the only difference is the at medic is a vampire)

Word Count: 4.2k

The Masterlist

You and Medic had always been close. From the first day you joined the mercenary group, the two of you had immediately clicked. You made a good team on the battlefield, and you were one of the few mercenaries that willingly entered the infirmary while Medic was wrapped up in his newest experiments. You just liked hearing him talk.

Over the months the two of you had grown from friends to something that neither of you ever cared to put a label on. Whatever it was, it was obvious enough for your teammates to take notice, as you became the target of teasing remarks whenever you would sneak away to the infirmary, and everyone seemed to know better than to intrude when you and Medic were in there alone.

This was one such instance, as you slipped away from a poker game one night after losing an embarrassing amount of money to Scout of all people. The typical jokes were thrown your way, but you let them slide off your back. They didn’t mean any harm. Honestly, some of them even seemed happy that you had found someone in the midst of this purposeless war.

When you finally made it to the infirmary you pushed the doors open to be greeted with a situation that should have shocked you. Medic looked up at you, eyes wide, clutching a half full blood bag with an unmistakable red liquid staining his lips and teeth. Those teeth- you had always assumed Medic was just one of those people with unusually sharp canines, but apparently there was more to it than that.

At one point in your life, this sight would have sent you running like a bat out of hell, but now, after all you had been through and witnessed- death rendered meaningless by respawn, experiments that defied modern science, literal open heart surgery being performed while the patient was still conscious- all you could think was, ‘Yeah, this might as well happen. Of course the team medic would turn out to be a fucking vampire.’

Honestly this probably wasn’t even one of the strangest things you had walked in on Medic doing, but it definitely was one of the hottest. Then again, this was the first time you had seen Medic look so horrified at you walking in on him, so maybe leading with the fact that you found this endlessly sexy wasn’t the best idea. You gave him a second to gather himself, which amounted to tossing the still leaking blood bag to the side and desperately trying to explain.

“Liebchen! Don’t scream, bitte, I can explain-”

“So this is what all those blood tests were for?” You cut him off before he could spiral into a panic.

“What?”

“The blood tests,” you repeated. “You were always insisting that we needed to have our blood drawn after almost every post-battle physical. We never received any results though, and now I know why.” You motioned towards the blood bag. You had never questioned why those mystery ‘tests’ required an entire pint of blood to be drawn. Most of the mercenaries knew better than to question Medic’s methods, after all, he was their doctor- well, ex-doctor- so he probably knew best. It really was the perfect cover for him to create his own personal food source.

Medic nodded slowly, looking like he was trying to keep up with the conversation. “Ja, that is correct, but- I’m sorry, liebe, are these really the first questions you are asking?”

“Yeah, I guess.” You shrugged your shoulders.

He narrowed his eyes, looking you over as if you were one of his beloved experiments, ready to be studied and analyzed. “You are not scared?”

“Nope.”

Medic approached you cautiously, perhaps worried that any sudden movements might cause your odd sense of bravery to shatter, sending you sprinting away like a startled animal. However, you didn’t falter once. It was strange, because despite your outward body language, Medic knew you were scared. You had to be. He could sense it.

“I feel like you’re lying to me, liebchen,” he said. “I can hear how fast your heart is beating.”

Ah, so hyper-aware senses were in fact a part of this particular brand of vampirism you had stumbled upon. How fun! You were just glad he didn’t sparkle in the sun. But then again, that was a ridiculous possibility for you to even consider. It wasn’t like some author would one day write an entire book series that would launch the very specific concept of glittering vampires into mainstream media. Because that would be weird.

“An elevated heart rate doesn’t necessarily mean I’m scared,” you said, taking a step closer to Medic, gradually closing the distance between the two of you.

“Your blood is rushing so fast,” he muttered to himself. He met your gaze, your half-lidded eyes piercing the soul he no longer possessed. His expression flickered from concern to realization, with a quick flash of something else managing to peek through before he smothered it with a mask of neutrality. Desire. You saw it, and it thrilled you.

“What else can you sense?” Your hand wrapped around his tie, pulling him forward. He stumbled forward, falling against you. You chuckled when you realized he had inadvertently pressed his face against your neck. Medic shuddered, and before he realized what he was doing, he was inhaling, breathing deep, drinking in your scent. It was so strong, tinged with adrenaline and…

“Arousal…”

The word came out as a whisper. If it weren’t for the fact that he was nuzzling into your neck, you probably wouldn’t have even heard it. You smirked. “Come on, Medic, don’t act so surprised. I mean, who hasn’t fantasized about fucking a vampire at least once?”

The tension seemed to melt away from Medic’s body, only for him to immediately start laughing. You watched, dumbfounded as he threw his head back, nearly wheezing between bouts of laughter. This wasn’t the reaction you expected, nor wanted.

“Don’t laugh at me!” you said, glaring at him indignantly.

“Nein, nein, I’m not laughing at you. It’s just, this isn’t how I expected to be spending my evening.” Medic chuckled, still trying to catch his breath. Eventually he let out a sigh before speaking again, his voice dipping low in that way that sent shivers up your spine. “Not that I have an issue with it. I’ll take any opportunity to ravish you, liebling.”

Medic really had a way of sweeping you off your feet. In this case, it was literal. You gasped when he dipped you, your legs swinging out from under you as you were lifted into his arms.

“Aw, did I startle you, little häschen?” He met your surprised expression with a teasing smirk. “Isn’t this what you wanted? To be swept away by a creature of the night?”

Medic carried you to his room, laying you back on the bed as he had so many times before, only this time, he wouldn’t need to hold back. He didn’t waste any time. Before you could even settle into the bed he was on top of you, pressing feverish kisses to your lips. You raised your hips to grind your hips on his and he stifled a groan against your mouth. He trailed lower, kissing over your jaw and down to your neck.

Medic had always been fond of kissing and sucking at your neck. Of course, it only made sense now. You had always assumed he liked it because of how sensitive you were there. Even the gentlest of kisses there could have you squirming and whimpering. Now, you wondered how often he had teased himself with the possibility of taking a bite, how close he had gotten during those few times he let his teeth graze over the skin. Could he tell how wet you already were from the scent of your blood rushing just beneath his lips?

“You’re so sweet,” Medic muttered, clearly reluctant to pull away from your neck. “You always smell so delicious. You have no idea how tempting you are, liebchen.”

Your fingers tangled in Medic’s hair, making a mess of the usually well kept locks. You pulled him back, and you could have sworn you heard him whine when he was forced away from the crook of your neck, that is before you smothered the noise with another kiss. You let your lips part, tasting him, running your tongue cautiously along those sharp fangs. When you finally broke away, both of you were panting.

“I think I have another way to quench my thirst for you, liebling,” Medic said, his voice soft and breathy. “It may not be blood, but I’m sure it will be just as delectable.”

You watched with intrigue as Medic began to work his way down your body, edging towards the foot of the bed, slipping his fingers under the waistband of your pants and pulling them down along with your underwear. You yelped at the sudden exposure of your wet cunt to the cool air. Medic’s room was always so cold, probably due to its proximity to the even more frigid infirmary. It didn’t seem to bother him, as he stripped off his coat and undershirt, naked from the waist up- basically the opposite of the state of undress that you were in. You wanted to run your hands over his chest to feel the defined muscle, developed from years of lugging the Medigun and all its associated equipment into battle. However, Medic had descended between your legs before you could even ask him to lean down within your reach.

You could feel how fast he was breathing, the quick exhales against your cunt making you shudder and tense up, trying to resist the urge to grind against his mouth already. Medic took his time to savor the scent of your arousal. It was so much stronger here, almost enough to drive him mad. He wanted more, needed more, and he knew just how to get it.

“Sehr schön," he whispered. There was a slight tremble in his voice, but he spoke so softly that you barely heard it, or if you did, you simply didn’t point it out. Not like you could have said anything anyway, because in the next moment, Medic slipped his tongue into you. You gasped, immediately entwining your fingers in his hair again. He took to that with ease, letting you use his hair to steer him freely. So long as he got to keep inhaling this intoxicating aroma, you could use him however you wanted.

“Fuck!” You cursed through clenched teeth, feeling his nose bump against your clit while his tongue thrust into you. With every exhale he moaned. You gasped when he hoisted your legs up onto his shoulders, just to feel the way your legs trembled and squeezed around his skull. “Medic- wait, wait! You’re going to make me come!”

Medic pulled back, broken out of his stupor long enough to look at you with some confusion. “Is that not what you want?”

“Well, yeah, but not so soon.” You shot him a sultry gaze, which you desperately hoped came off as enticing and not silly. “I want you to fuck me. Don’t you want to feel me come on your cock?”

That definitely got a rise out of him. He shuddered, just barely managing to stop himself from biting his lip in anticipation. He licked the remnants of your taste from his lips, savoring every drop before he took your legs off of his shoulders, holding them apart. The fingers that gripped your thighs were rougher, his hold more aggressive. He was sure to bruise the supple flesh.

Your skin was red. Medic knew that your face had been sporting a fetching blush since you first saw him, but now it seemed to have deepened, spreading down your chest, to the tips of your ears, and even further, veins widening, letting blood tint the skin scarlett. Medic wasn’t sure when he began grinding uselessly against the mattress, feeling himself hardening at the thought of that sweet ichor rushing just beneath his fingertips. He wasn’t sure he would be able to resist a taste.

“Liebchen, would you be alright with me biting you?”

The question was hesitant, almost shy. Your response, however, was not. “Yes!” you nearly shouted. “Fuck yes!”

“Perfect. There is a wonderful artery right along your thigh.” Medic traced his fingers over your leg as he spoke, making you shiver. “And it only seems fair that I partake of it, since you interrupted my meal earlier.”

That was all the warning you received before you felt him sink his fangs into your thigh. You cursed softly, feeling him draw your blood outward. It was an odd mix of pain and pleasure, as the masochistic part of you was truly getting a kick out of the sensation of sharp teeth being embedded in your flesh. Even now, Medic continued to tease you, using a free hand to circle your clit, making sure not to bring you too close to the edge.

You shuddered and chuckled softly when you felt Medic’s stubble rub against your inner thigh. “That tickles,” you said. The edges of his mouth curled up slightly as he drank from you.

Perhaps this would become a regular occurrence now that you knew the truth. How many orgasms would he draw from you in exchange for a taste of your blood? How many bite marks would come to decorate your thighs? He could always heal them with the Medigun, but you weren’t sure you wanted that. You enjoyed the idea of his marks being hidden beneath your clothing, a reminder that you were his.

You jumped when you felt Medic’s fingers begin to stroke your clit faster, rubbing back and forth over the sensitive bud. He moaned against you as more blood rushed over his tongue, being coaxed southward by his ministrations. It wasn’t long before he had to force himself to withdraw, afraid that he would simply suck you dry if he didn’t get ahold of himself. Blood trickled from the two puncture wounds, and Medic struggled not to lick the remaining drops from your skin.

He might have stayed there, staring at the crimson fluids trickling over your soft flesh until it dried and turned umber, but a sudden tug on his hair forced him back up your body. You pulled him down, pressing your lips to his and being met with a soft sound of surprise before he relaxed, melting into the kiss. You were surprisingly unbothered by the lingering, coppery taste of your own blood. When the two of you parted you were breathing hard, a giddy smile on your face as you spoke.

“Fuck me.”

You looked up at him, eyes wide and pleading. Medic’s cock twitched, straining against the confines of his pants. His whole body ached for you, and with his thirst quenched, the only thing left was arousal. He undressed hastily, dropping his pants freeing his cock with a moan. Your gaze raked over his body hungrily. His dick curved upwards, looking flushed and painfully hard. It made you feel good to know that you weren’t the only desperate one here.

You bit your lip to silence yourself as Medic let his cock glide against your slit. He was far less restrained, immediately letting a shaky moan fall from his lips as he felt how wet you were for him. An even louder noise followed when he finally sank into you to the hilt. Your own moans joined the fray as you felt him stroking you deep in your core.

“Bitte, wrap your legs around me,” Medic groaned. You let your legs dangle lazily around his waist as he began to thrust into you. His pace was slow, agonizingly slow, in fact. You whined, bucking uselessly against him. He was teasing you, there was no doubt about it. You didn’t need him to be gentle right now. You were more than wet enough, and you wanted him to fuck you hard.

“Come on,” you muttered, tightening your legs around his waist, as if to pull him deeper into you. “I know you can go harder than that!” Medic actually looked surprised, but you continued before he could say a word. “I already let you bite into my thigh. Do you really think I can’t handle rougher treatment? Don’t tell me you’re scared that I’ll break.”

You were outright provoking him now. It was bold, and even a little impressive. Still, it was clear to Medic that he would need to deal with your new attitude. You were quite literally asking to be put in your place, and who was he to deny you?

“Alright, taube,” Medic chuckled, his voice low and dangerous. “You want it rough? Fine, but I don’t want to hear another complaint out of that pretty mouth.”

He took your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand. You struggled playfully and he squeezed his fist tighter. Medic watched your eyes flutter closed, a look of rapturous bliss on your face. So, this was your true fantasy- to be taken and thoroughly ravished by a blood sucking creature. You loved feeling weak beneath him, positively helpless, even going as far as to arch your head back, exposing your neck. Medic nearly salivated at the sight, but he had to hold himself back, at least from that.

“Liebchen, I won’t bite your neck.” You opened your eyes, and the disappointment was obvious. “I’m sorry. Your emotions are running too high.” ‘Mine are too,’ but he didn’t say that part aloud, still trying to play the part of the stoic dom, despite everything. “Another time, I promise, when both of our minds are clearer. For now, I just want to make you feel good.”

Even though you were a bit disheartened, Medic’s sweet words placated you. He knew how to make you feel special, to lavish you with attention, praise, and pleasure until you were trembling with bliss. You shifted slightly, trying to get more comfortable to lay back and enjoy the ride when a certain change in angle left you seeing stars.

“Fuck!” you gasped suddenly, legs tightening around Medic’s waist. You froze, and Medic froze too.

“What? What is wrong, liebe?”

“Don’t stop!” Your cries were desperate. “Right there, keep fucking me, right there!”

Medic’s concern melted away into a devious grin. Without another word he resumed his pace, listening to your cries of ‘faster, harder, keep rocking your hips, just like that!’

“That feels good, doesn’t it, liebchen?” Medic asked, smirking wide enough to bare his fangs, still stained crimson from your own blood. “Gott, I know it does. I can smell the adrenaline coursing through you, and all those endorphins flowing into your bloodstream, bringing you closer and closer to euphoria.”

At some point, Medic had released your wrists. You weren’t sure how long you were simply holding your hands above your head of your own accord before you realized they were free. You draped your arms over Medic’s shoulders, loosely at first, but soon tightening enough to pull him down for a kiss between thrusts.

Eventually, you managed to pull Medic especially close, burying your face against his shoulder, your moans muffled against the warm skin. Medic’s first instinct was to pull away, to remove the buffer between him and those beautiful sounds you were making. Before he could, he jolted forward, gasping, his body reacting before his brain even registered the throbbing pain near his collar.

You had bitten him.

Honestly, you weren’t even sure that it was intentional. Everything from the dull ache that still radiated from your inner thigh to the ruthless pleasure overwhelmed you. You needed a release, and for a moment, you didn’t care whether it was a release of a sexual nature or simply a sudden, impulsive, animalistic act that ultimately took the form of the reddening bite mark that now adorned Medic’s skin.

As for Medic himself, he hadn’t even paused. Other than that slight jolt, he kept up a steady pace, but any trained eye could see that he was becoming sloppy. His thrusts were uneven, and it took him a moment to realize that he was about to come. He had been approaching his peak slowly, building up tension, only for that bite to be his tipping point.

Medic snarled, voice deep and bordering a growl as he came. Letting loose like this was so new for him- he could never let this more monstrous side show with previous partners. It would terrify them, but you looked anything but terrified. You looked ecstatic, enjoying the show, watching him come undone with unbridled ferocity- but you weren’t sated yet. Medic could sense it, and that just wouldn’t do. No matter how ‘monstrous’ he may be, he wasn’t about to leave his little dove unsatisfied.

He reached down, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing quick, firm circles over it while thrusting into you, his movements uneven. His strength was waning as the afterglow tried to creep in. Thankfully, you weren’t too far behind him. It seemed all you needed was those skillful fingers working you over to finally find release.

You arched against him, panting, moaning, and letting your orgasm overtake you. Medic fucked you as best as he could through your climax before finally collapsing beside you. He pulled you closer, holding you through the aftershocks until you finally went still, soft moans dying into even softer sighs.

“Did it live up to your fantasy, liebe?” Medic asked, running his fingers through your hair.

“Fuck, yes,” you said, barely above a whisper. “How about you?” Medic smirked, pulling you into a deep kiss that left you breathless when you parted. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

The two of you rested in comfortable silence for a while. You rested your head on Medic’s chest, staring at the ceiling and letting your mind wander. You noticed how warm he was. It was comforting, and a little ironic, given that most legends about vampires seemed to agree that they were cold as death. You supposed that you shouldn’t trust everything you read, although you were still curious.

“Does blood taste different depending on the person?” you asked.

“Ja, but it’s hard to describe.” He thought for a moment before going on. “It’s like different kinds of wine, each with flavors that make them distinct, but still recognizable as wine.”

“Interesting,” you said.

“It is quite fascinating. A person’s actions can affect their flavor as well. Scout’s blood is almost sickeningly sweet, no doubt due to that radioactive swill he insists on putting in his body.” Medic cringed, as if even recalling the taste was physically painful. “Demoman’s is obviously overpowered by alcohol, so much so that I couldn’t even tell you what his natural flavor is.

“Can you get drunk off of it?”

Medic laughed. “Nein, although I have tried.”

You nodded, figuring that if you were a vampire, you would probably try as well. Perhaps it was better that it didn’t work that way. After all, Demoman’s blood would be more likely to give Medic alcohol poisoning rather than simply getting him intoxicated.

“Now that you know the truth, I can admit that yours was always my favorite.” It took you a moment to realize what Medic meant.

“What do I taste like?”

“Coffee. Not like any cheap, drugstore instant brew, but something rich, dark, and deep with notes of sugar and cream.” Medic sighed, as if reminiscing, and nodded towards the infirmary, where several blood bags most likely remained in storage. “I’ve tasted it many times, of course, but drinking it straight from you doesn’t compare, and blended so nicely with your adrenaline and arousal… mein gott!” His lips brushed your shoulder and along your collarbone, making you shiver. “You are a truly magnificent specimen, liebchen.”

“Oh, you charmer,” you teased. However, that brought up another question. “Wait, can you charm people?”

“Glamour is the proper term, and yes, with some effort, I can.”

You paused for a long while before responding. “Would you ever…”

“Nein,” Medic said curtly, knowing exactly what you were about to ask even as your voice trailed off. “I wouldn’t ever use that power on you.” He pulled away from kissing your neck, tilting your head so that you could look him in the eye, and know he was speaking the truth. “It would be wrong to do such a thing, but also, it wouldn’t be real. I don’t need any cheap mental compulsion to know I have your love, taube.”

“Well, obviously!” you said, rolling your eyes and trying to ignore the heat in your cheeks. That blush returned with a vengeance. “I must love you a lot to let you fuck me like that!”

Medic scoffed at the sudden vulgarity, but it couldn’t kill his smile. You always changed the subject when you were flustered. It was cute. He kissed your cheek softly, feeling the warmth against his lips. “Let’s get some sleep, liebling. We don’t have work tomorrow, and I plan on sleeping in until noon.”

He wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling you against him. His hold was tight enough that you probably wouldn’t be leaving this bed until noon either. Not that you really minded. Plus, if you played your cards right, you might even be able to convince Medic to treat himself to a little breakfast in bed, courtesy of you, of course.

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holyfruitsnax · 2 years

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Ain’t So Hard

Summary: You aren’t one for driving, your best friend Arvin decides to take lessons into his own hands.

Pairing: Arvin Russell x Reader

Warnings: None? There’s usually a little language but I don’t believe there’s any in here 😲 this is very much fluff

Authors Note: Until I can figure out why my laptop won’t update since that’s what I prefer to write on, I’ll just be posting this little imagine I wrote ❤️

Driving had never been your strong suit, it freaked you out. You couldn’t help the way your hands shook, and your head spun each time you sat behind the wheel. It’s a lot of pressure, to hurl a giant metal object at high speeds and hope for the best. Though not everyone thought of it that way. Your childhood best friend was quite the opposite, Arvin loved to drive, especially when you rode with him. You aren’t his sweetheart or nothin’, but you are at the time. Everybody and their momma knew that, and it was odd to see one of you going around town without the other.

Arvin always loved watching you smile while climbing into his old clunker of a truck. The way you’d point at random things with joy like you didn’t see them yesterday, perks of a small town he’d suppose. When the day came that you didn’t carry the same shine when going for a drive like you usually did, Arvin decided to take a detour to try and ease your mind. “What’s wrong darlin’?” He slowed the truck down to look over at you, a cool summers breeze finding its way through the open windows. His heart sank watching you shrug “I-I’m just a bit embarrassed...That I don’t know how to drive. It makes me feel childish.” you sighed running a finger along the dust gathered on the dash.

The fact that you didn’t drive hadn’t ever come to Arvin’s mind. “No, that don’t make you childish y/n.” He furrowed his brow turning his body towards you, stopping the truck after pulling into a field clearing. “You swear it?” Your hand placed itself gently on Arvin’s shoulder causing a light tinge to spread across his pale cheeks. “I do, I do.” He chuckled picking up your hand to place a kiss to your knuckles making you swoon. “You wanna drive?” He grinned quirking a brow at your shocked expression. “Arvin- I no! Are you crazy? You wanna die? I’ll crash your truck so fast I-I mean-” “I was just foolin’ with ya y/n... but you could give it a try?” it was Arvin’s turn to shrug a little.

“I tell you what, I’ll stay right here, you can sit in my lap. I’ll control the pedals and all you gotta do is steer.” He peddled his feet and moved the wheel around for emphasis making you giggle. “I guess trying wouldn’t hurt? Unless we crash like I said.” You teased sliding across the bench seat into Arvins lap. “Well, we’ll get to that when it happens but out of anybody who could wreck my truck and get away with it, it’d be you.” He joked back making you swat his arm. “Thanks for the encouragement, Russell.” “Oh, anytime sweetheart.” He winked while cranking the truck back up. Immediately your body stiffened, and your heavy breathing became apparent to Arvin.

Letting one of his arms wrap around your middle he placed his chin gently on your shoulder. “Hey.” He hummed looking up at you. “I-I’m scared.” You whimpered gripping the steering wheel tight. “I know, it’s alright. I’m right here and I ain’t gonna let nothin’ happen to ya Darlin’ we’ll go slow.” Arvin reassured you, glad to feel you lighten up and take a deep breath. “M’ready.” You smiled nervously, but Arvin nodded with confidence for you and pressed down on the gas a little while you steered. You were driving. You smiled widely taking a moment to look at Arvin “I’m doing it! We’re moving!” You laughed trying not to jerk the steering wheel too much. “I told you! It ain’t so hard.” Arvin smiled back loving every second of your excitement.

As the two of you drove around the empty field a little faster, joking back and forth, Arvin decided that everybody was right. You’re his sweetheart. Watching the wind whip through your hair every now and then, listening to you laugh or squeak when you messed up a little, or the subtle way you held his eyes in a prideful gaze, though his held pride and a little bit of something else. Arvin let go of the gas and let the truck come to a stop making you turn and give your friend a concerned look. “What happened? Did we run outta gas? Oh my goodness what a walk home that’ll b-” Your rant had been interrupted by a chapped set of lips pressing into your much softer ones. Arvin’s eyes slid shut while yours blew wide, but you aren’t insane, so you kiss back.

The air between the two of you remained sweet as you separated. “I like you.” Arvin grinned. “I like you too.” You said matter o’ factly. “Alright...how bout’ I love you.” He tested leaning his head against the headrest “I love you too” you rolled your eyes smiling. There was a comfortable silence as you just sat with one another for a bit. “I guess I ought to get you home before dark.” Arvin grumbled cranking the truck back up making you look at him socked. “We ain’t outta gas?” You said wholeheartedly. “Oh my- bless your heart y/n. You’ll get there one day darlin’.” He teased making you fake pout, only giving in as he kissed your neck, driving you home.

My first Arvie boy story! I think it’s super cute, I hope y’all agree! Thank you so much for reading loves <3 -Snax

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland one shot #tom holland fanfiction #Arvin Russell #arvin russell imagine #arvin russell x reader #arvin russel fluff

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twilightmalachite · 4 months

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2×2 - Epilogue 1

Author: Akira

Characters: Yuuta, Hinata

Translator: Mika Enstars

"So are you taking responsibility accordingly and marrying Aniki? Are you going to become my sister-in-law!?"

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Season: Spring

Location: ES Live Stage Dressing Room

Following the recording of 2×2 episode 5, in the performer dressing room…

Yuuta: …Hm? Huh, Anzu-san!

Thank you for all your hard work today~♪ What’s up? You don’t often enter the performer dressing room, don’t you?

I get it. It would be awkward if we were in the middle of changing, wouldn’t it.

Hm? Oh, Aniki? Ahh, humm, so you’re here for Aniki…♪

Unfortunately, Aniki was called to the agency earlier and left in a panic.

Apparently Ran-senpai didn’t get permission from the agency, or rather, Vice Prez Saegusa Ibara, to appear in 2×2.

It probably had already begun to air by the time he noticed, so he probably let it slide until it was over to give a lecture about it—Or well, that’s probably what Vice Prez was thinking.

Aniki and Ran-senpai are prooobably getting thoroughly chewed out together right now.

Yeah. Well, it looked like Ran-senpai had a lot of fun, he’ll probably back Aniki up, so it should be fine. The Vice Prez has a soft spot for him, after all.

And for us too. He’s seriously been pretty good to us, hasn’t he~!

Of course, so have you, and YamadaP too.

Although it’s pretty aggravating for me to admit that fact right now…♪

—So? What are you here for, Anzu-san?

Yuuta: So are you taking responsibility accordingly and marrying Aniki? Are you going to become my sister-in-law!?

I’m just kidding about that, though… I think Aniki and Ran-senpai might’ve picked up on that too.

Don’t know about Shinobu-kun, though… He’s kind and doesn’t hate even me.

But I don’t really care about your feelings, so I’m just going to be honest with you. Truthfully—It’s unpleasant to be conveniently manipulated and toyed with, right?

I was certain about it ever since I poked YamadaP about it to gauge his reaction.

Yuuta: Hey, answer me honestly.

You switched with YamadaP, didn’t you, Anzu-san?

Switching places is copyrighted exclusively to us twins, it’s been stolen!

Or no, actually, is this something like revenge to us causing mayhem by switching places in Twin Peaks or something?

It isn’t? Well, here’s what I think—

The producer showdown, secretly held under the cover of 2×2, was an important match to determine the future head of the P-Association.

To keep the match fair, you lied to us.

Specifically, you secretly switched the name of the producer in charge each time, didn’t you?

On the outside, you were credited as the producer for the first episode and the odd numbers following it, but…

But in reality, it was the other way around, with YamadaP in charge of the first episode.

But since we don’t know that, if we had favored Anzu-san and became motivated only for those episodes—

In the end, YamadaP would have won, the actual person in charge.

Rather, the one who organized this, the P-Association, swapped you two’s names in anticipation of that. Isn’t that right?

Because generally, Yumenosaki idols blatantly favor Anzu-san.

And the P-Association figured we’d be the same, so they set a trap for us.

And they did that, because the P-Association wanted YamadaP to win.

As someone who found great success in SS, and is especially loved by everyone in Yumenosaki, praised as the “protagonist of the modern day”, you must be an eyesore for them, Anzu-san.

And so, they wished to uproot you. That’s probably why they even had the producer showdown, just to get you removed from the P-Association.

But, the miscalculation on the part of P-Association was who was appointed to be your successor, YamadaP—

Who had no interest in being incorporated into ES.

YamadaP has a solid reputation outside of ES and has a place he belongs there. I doubt he wanted to become a part of the gigantic monster called ES only now.

That’s why he was cutting all those corners. He wanted to lose on purpose.

He wanted to lose so he wouldn’t have to become the head of the P-Association, which would be nothing but a pain in the ass.

That’s why for the odd-numbered episodes, the ones he was actually in charge of, he betrayed his reputation as a skillful producer, the content being so boring it felt like I had already seen it somewhere before.

No, that’s exactly why something began to feel off to us.

You’re no longer a beginner who doesn’t know what’s right or left, Anzu-san. You’re a talented producer who is recognized and loved by idols.

And we had already known that.

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#2×2 #2x2 #translation #event #yuuta aoi #anzu

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the-heaminator · 1 year

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20 for canrus from the writing prompts? 👀

[ 20 ] "this is absolutely your fault!"

hnnnng I could make this very serious or like very domestic and I'm not sure what to do here, so I'll try mixing both of them. Also hooray for tubby matt! I dont think this is what you wanted but this is what you're going to get I'm sorry riva.

Ivan was a lot of things, and a good summation of those things was an overall bad fucking influence, but not in the way you would expect, that was the job of Arthur and the rest of the family, nah Ivan was a bad influence in the way that he lrt Matthew's own bad habits slide, bad habits that in the grand scheme if things, hell even within his own family were pretty tame.

Innocent things like sleeping in, eating well, plainly begging for cuddles.

These were put down as bad habits for as long as Matt could remember, unless enough alcohol to kill a horse was involved of course, and Ivan just indulged in them, no fuss about it, and it was incredibly odd for Matthew, but why look a gift horse in the mouth eh?

Another thing that Ivan was was cuddly, he liked hugs, being hugged and giving hugs both, he was taller than Matt, not as much as he was over most people, but still a good 4 or 5 inches taller, but Matthew more often then not latched himself onto his back when he was particularly done with life, which was often.

The other way happened too, Ivan hugged Matt from the back, resting his head on the shorters shoulder, Alfred was usually the cause of such moods.

Anyhow, I need to stop rambling, as I said Ivan just enabled Matthew's "bad" habits, in perhaps the cutest way possible, he was a good cook, and partial to food, his frame was a testament to that of course, one of the reasons Matthew absolutely adored cuddling him, he was actually nice to cuddle, unlike some people, and was more than willing to partake too.

Of course Ivan had his bad habits too, everyone did, though history had not been kind to him at all (fairly he hadn't been kind to history either but we will not go into that) he was quite partial to alcohol, somehow worse than Arthur, a terrifying concept for Matthew, but he seemed to make a conscious effort to try and not drink as much when Matthew was around, not something Matthew would ever think was possible, someone making a conscious effort to reign in themselves for him? completely unheard of, unless they both were drinking, then everything was free game.

Again I need to stop rambling by god, anyhow because of this he started cooking more, Matthew was always partial to baking, and for once he had the time, the energy, and a nice lack of guilt to do it.

The Kirklands™️ really had drilled it into him that no, it was not allowed to relax until you were more than half dead, and the fact that that managed to stay in Matthew for literally nearly a century without them enforcing it was frightening, but somehow it managed to stay on in Alfred for nearly 250, without an end in sight, like father like eldest son eh?

This weirdness also ended up going towards food, hell the amount of times he was forgotten to be fed when he was younger was far too often, Ivan would not let that happen, there were two types of old-timey European nations in the modern age, the type that doesn't eat, and the type that try to make up for lost time, Russia was very much the latter, and it showed, both on him and Matt, quite by accident really.

I need to stop rambling I cannot remember what I was saying for the love of god, Ah!

Once when laying on the sofa, Ivan tried to lay his head in Matthew's lap, having to bend his legs anyways because there was no way he was fitting on the sofa without doing that, and for once he didn't complain about Matthew being too bony (odd because he loved doing that) Ivan fell asleep there, and Matt was in the stupor that comes with watching shitty reality tv shows that finished 4 years ago at 11 in the night, you know the one.

He lightly prodded Ivan to get off, his leg had fallen asleep, and the rest of him was not far behind.

"Oi, shove off." Oh, that was definitely a whine, he didn't even try to hide it.

"ублюдок"

"But you love me anyways, now get off you're going to kill my leg."

Ivan got up, creaking annoyingly, his back had not been the same since the 1800s fuckin' hell, Matthew got up too, far less creakily but he did limp around for a moment because pins and needles sucked a lot of ass, he nearly fell down while doing that, bumping into the side table in a series of accidents truly looney toones worthy.

Ivan ended up catching Matt, he was not expecting Matthew to be that heavy, apparently he was still under the impression that even after all the cooking, baking, and the eating and sleeping that came after that, Matt was still light as a feather and bony as all hell.

My man is not the best at noticing change is he, "Shit, Matvey when did you get so heavy?"

Matthew flushed, he hoped Ivan wouldn't notice, but i mean even someone as absentminded as Ivan could be at times would notice, he pouted and said "This is your fault."

He looked confused "Mine? how I did nothing!"

Matthew wasn't sure whether he liked the current events, but it was leaning towards good and he hoped it stayed that way, he did really like Ivan's cooking...

"You let me eat so much though, this is absolutely your fault!"

Ivan let out that little giggle of his, a bit weird from someone as large as him but by god was it endearing "You say that like it's a bad thing."

Matthew looked at him oddly "It isn't?"

He waved a large hand "No, of course not!" he clucked his tongue, "Arthur is still in your head even now, you were too thin, not nice to cuddle." He bent down a little and hugged Matthew around the waist, tightly, he ended up lifting him a bit even now and looked straight into Matthew's eyes "Now it is much nicer, besides, who cares, certainly not me, and I don't think you do either."

He pinched Matthes side a bit, a bit surprised to find flesh there, but wasn't complaining, "Now shut up and go to sleep, it's midnight and my back hurts."

He got herded upstairs and Matthew's normal inability to sleep just did not turn up tonight and they slept in each others arms, Matthew suffocated as usual, but again he really could not care less.

#the heam writes #hws canada #hws russia #im sorry but i will continue the chubby matt propoganda #i have a list of nations who need a tummy. canada and russia are on the top of that list. Also whoooo for matt being in a healthy relations #russia is ooc do i fucking care #Gotta love how i am a fluff writer at heart dghsbdvgus despite all the bullshit i write #Riva!

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flockofcrowsinatornadoofcreation · 1 year

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Birdcage, Chapter 4

Ghosts that we knew

The Monastery courtyard feels smaller than it used to be.

Morro knows it's the same size as before. The amount of people standing around probably makes it feel more crowded. It was just two people the last time Morro was here, after all.

Then why does it feel like Morro is suffocating?

The feeling worsens as Cole marches him down the hallway toward a very familiar door. As soon as Morro lays eyes on the door to Wu's study, his throat closes up. Cole glances back at him, and Morro realizes that Cole's close to dragging him to their destination.

"No," he manages to choke out. Digging his feet into the floor, he tries to pull his arm from Cole's grip, but only succeeds in annoying the Master of Earth.

"Cut it out, Morro! You and Sensei obviously need to talk, and you're not getting out of it."

"No. No, I can't. No. I don't need to talk-"

Cole slides the door open and all but throws him through.

Morro scrambles to his feet and rushes to the door, but it's already shut. He reaches out to open it, praying that fate will let him.

Unfortunately, his uncommonly disastrous luck has other plans.

"Morro, is that really you?"

The voice sounds tired, more so than the last time he heard it. Squeezing his eyes shut, he can't help but wonder what could have caused that exhaustion.

"Morro?"

Taking a deep breath and trying not to choke on the odd experience of his lungs expanding, Morro turns his head.

And just as Wu comes into his field of view, he sees it.

The window. Just to the left of the door. Within reach.

Morro almost laughs. Is this a joke? Cole says he won't get out of the talk and immediately places an escape route in his path.

Oh, how fate plays.

Wu makes a small sound of distress, causing Morro to turn in surprise. He immediately regrets the action as he meets Wu's eyes.

Wu looks exhausted. He has shadows under his eyes, and his face is creased with stress. But his eyes hold some unknown emotion. Disappointment, perhaps? Pride? Sadness?

Morro feels his heart nearly stop as Wu gets to his feet. Wu takes a step closer. Morro steps back, and Wu's face does something strange.

"Morro, please. I mean you no harm. Neither do my students."

Anger flares in Morro's stomach.

"Tell that to Kai," he snaps. Wu's eyes widen, but Morro can't stop.

"Tell that to Nya. Tell that to Jay. Tell that to Zane. Tell that to Lloyd, too. I was in his head. I saw how badly he had wanted to kill me on the Bounty."

"In fact," Morro's voice raises, "The only one of your precious students who doesn't want to kill me is Cole, the person I turned into a ghost! And even he said he hates me!"

Morro laughs, not bothering to hide the hysterical edge to his voice.

"Everyone here hates me and you have the audacity to say I won't be harmed?" Morro scoffs, inching toward the window. "Sure, old man. I won't be harmed by you, or any of your students, because I'm not sticking around."

Wu tenses as he realizes what Morro is doing.

"Morro, listen to me-"

"No!"

Morro throws himself through the window-

-and falls through the air.

Morro closes his eyes, willing his element to carry him to safety, to bring him anywhere but here.

But nothing happens. He keeps falling.

The spot in his chest where he once felt his power is empty.

His power is gone.

For some reason, Morro feels like laughing. Surrounded by his element but still plummeting to the earth, without a scrap of control to save him while the wind whips through his hair...

He's never felt more free.

Something wraps around him, and he's abruptly pulled from free fall. He shrieks as a sharp crack of pain echoes through his chest.

Morro recognizes the claws wrapped around his midsection. He looks up at the dragon with a snarl. Wu, seated on the yellow dragon's saddle, looks back at him with horror.

"Wu, let me go."

"You can only save someone who wants to be saved."

"I will never let you go. Never again."

Wu reaches down and pulls Morro into the saddle, holding him close.

"Never."

It's not until Wu turns the dragon toward the Monastery that Morro feels tears on his face.

#ninjago fic #ninjago #flockofcrows #g&gficverse #cole #zane #jay #kai #lloyd #nya #morro ninjago #ninjago wu #tw: possible suicidal thinking?#im not sure how to tag this #ninjago birdcage fic #g&g birdcage fic

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x3kristax3 · 2 years

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After Duskwood- Chapter 5

First| Last| Next

Jake and I pull into the Aurora and its pretty empty.

"Okay he might notice" i say

We walk in and the rest of the group isn't here yet so Jake and I grab a corner booth. The waitress gives us menus. I let her know more will be coming later but Jake and I order an appetizer and a drink.

Phil walks up with the drinks "well i don't recognize you" he says looking at me

"That's cause you won't" i say

"MC?" He says his eyes getting big "this drink is on the house"

"Yeah and this is Jake" i say

"Well welcome to Duskwood you two" he says as he walks back to the bar

"Well not what i expected" says Jake

The rest of the group shows up. Jessy brings Dan before they come up to the table i walk to Dan and Jessy goes to sit at the table

"Your hackerboy looks totally lost with our group" says Dan

"He'll warm up but can you do me a favor Dan?" I ask

"Yeah what is it"

"Can you help me make tonight fun i think we all need this after everything we've been through"

"So mr. Jack daniels?"

"Yes but without the ranting about others" i laugh

"You got it"

Dan and i head to the table and i see everyone talking and ordering and Jake is quiet. I slide in next to him and he pulls me close.

I order for both of us and i whisper in his ear "you okay?"

"Yeah just nervous" he says looking at me

"You got me don't be" i say with a smile as i take a drink

"See you two started already" says Dan as my glass is half full already

"Yeah you guys took forever to get here" i say with a smile

Phil brings everyone their drinks and another round for Jake and I. As he puts my glass down in front of Jake he brushes his hand against me and Jake notices and pulls me closer to him.

Phil notices "sorry i didn't mean too" he says with a smile

"It's fine Phil" i say looking at Jake and Phil walks away

We all start to have a fun night even Jake relaxes. All of a sudden Grrls by lizzo comes on and all of us girls get up and head to the floor and start dancing not having a care in the world for the first time in a long time.

The guys back at the table

"Jake welcome to the crazy group" says Dan

"I feel like i don't belong here. I feel like im only here because of MC and she has to go back in a couple days" says Jake watching MC on the dance floor

"Thats cause your use to have the wall up and for some reason she's the only one you let in" says Thomas

"Yeah i still don't know why but i can't imagine losing her" says Jake

"I wish but to clear my name fully right now i have to stay in Duskwood" jake says

"Then don't. Go with her when she leaves" says Dan

"I wish but to clear my name fully right now i have to stay in Duskwood" jake says

"Then ask her to stay. You know she'd do anything for you" says Dan

"Ive asked her to do so much already i couldn't ask her that. Im not gonna lie i hacked her camera and saw the life she has back in the city and its perfect" says Jake

“Then you just need to tell her” Dan says

Jake see MC walk up to the bar and thought she was getting herself another drink but realized hers is still on the table and find it odd but he told MC he didn’t have to cut Phil out of her life once Hannah was found and he just has to get use to the fact that she will talk to him even though he can’t stand him.

#duskwood #duskwoodlover #duskwood fanfiction #writing #mc x jake #fanfic

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cannibalisticskittles · 5 months

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amity tries really really really hard to be both good and nice as much as possible. she prioritizes good, in situations that force her to choose between one or the others and she's willing to forego niceness entirely when dealing with someone that's causing a certain level of harm and jump straight towards problem-solving, IE, eliminating the threat. but she still tries to be nice whenever possible... even if niceness isn't exactly deserved. she will accept a lot of shit being thrown at her without complaint that she Really Should Not Let Slide.

and she doesn't have a lot of experience with friendship. with polite relationships, sure, but nothing close. she stumbled into her friendships with the other members of the order of the burning tent by accident; she did not anticipate that they would enjoy her company and value her and openly and frequently call her friend. which is what convinced her that she is Capable Of Making Friends. that she is Worthy Of Receiving that sort of love. she... didn't think that was really a possibility for her previously. so there are many aspects of interpersonal relationships that she's extremely inexperienced in.

and she wants to be on good terms with all of the companions; if she can be friends with them all, that's the dream. (amity would be friends with every person who ever lived and who ever will live if it was physically, temporally, and ethically possible.) but... even so... there's something different about astarion.

and to be clear, that thing is The Fact That He Is An Asshole.

he's selfish and shortsighted and petulant. he said shitty things to her and about her and he poked at one of her deepest insecurities in an intensely uncomfortable way and he tried to turn it back on her and make it her fault (and she still doesn't even know why he was MAD about it, why does he CARE).

so i think... she's going to test things out with astarion. friendship-wise. feeling out boundaries (and dynamics) that she either hadn't been in a position to use, or hadn't felt comfortable asserting. trying out saying no. saying "that's a shitty thing to say and you should apologize and never say that again." being nosy! doing things that make her feel like she's probably being annoying and then not apologizing for that or spiraling into panic about how to make up for it and not feel like a burden to him.

and if it makes things between them sour, well... look, she DOES want things between them to at least be cordial; if you're fighting alongside someone you're on bad terms with, you're out of sync, and that's dangerous for you, for them, and for everyone else you're traveling with. cordial is good, cordial is safe, cordial is wise. if they can be genuine friends on top of that, that sure is swell.

however.

he's already acted like a dickhead when she wasn't slacking on being Purposefully Polite to him. what's she going to do now; walk on eggshells and be Extra Specially Super Duper Polite to him just to keep him happy? he probably wouldn't even be happy, he'd probably still be just as petulant as ever.

and he's not nice. he doesn't seem to have even a semi-decent code of ethics. and he seems happy to continue on like that. amity doesn't wish him ill, but what are the odds they'll bond or get along well enough that either of them will want to spend time in the other's company when the business with their tadpoles is taken care of? so. if she's a little incautious and does something too rude that pisses him off and he doesn't want to be around her... no great loss? any camaraderie they forge now is likely to be temporary.

like, she really likes wyll. she thinks everything he's doing is great. the goals, the drive, the dramatic flair, the kindness towards children, all of that is wonderful. it would be an honor if she had the opportunity to continue to travel with him once they figure out what to do about their parasites -- two magical friends defending the sword coast together :) they had both care a lot about doing the right thing and helping people and this feels like a bond that can last, if forged correctly.

keyword: correctly. she knows that she is capable of making friends. she does not know what she happened to do right with the other members of the order that she failed at for so many years with everyone else. and she does not want to overstep with wyll. she does not want to make a mistake or come on too strong in a way that makes him find her annoying and not want to be around her. (wyll would never, but even though she's made progress on those insecurities, they still run deep.)

but astarion? ...eh. he's funny, when he's not being a huge bitch about something that she has a very personal interest in. or when he's not suggesting they let other people come to harm because he just doesn't want to do anything. but she suspects that even if she stays on his good side, he will probably only tolerate her at best in the long run. so, with him, she does not have this same sense of caution that she has with the others.

but it is also important to note that the extent to which she realizes that she's doing any of this is... pretty low. she is Not self-aware. it's likely just at a level of 'huh, wonder what he's alluding to. rude to ask, tho. ...wait, astarion is perpetually rude, can't i be rude to him? isn't that fair? what'll he do, be mad at me? he gets mad about some very silly things, that doesn't automatically mean it's wrong with me to ask. i'll try it.'

there's no conscious testing. astarion is just the biggest asshole she's been around for such a sustain period of time who she doesn't need or want to stab (mostly. you should be thanking her on her his knees for not turning him into a smoking crater back in the woods. truly, her restraint is saintlike). there's a certain fascination there. a desire to see why he is the way he is -- to study him and find that out. she would honestly be horrified if she realized that she was doing this. at least at first. she needs to get more comfortable with the idea of being a bitch sometimes, it would be good for her lmao

anyway, that's my thoughts on the pic. not sure how much this will come across in it, tbh, but i wanted to muse about it for a while

#amity tag #this is. a bit too long to stay on the dashboard with no readmore #but I want his assholery sbove that cut lmao

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spencersawkward · 2 years

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archaeology//spencer reid

summary: Reader is a forensic archaeology student working on a case when she meets Spencer and finds herself both confused and interested in him.

relationship: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid (season 5)

content warnings: mentions of death, crime scene, that's it! this is really just fluff lol.

request: Could you perhaps write something about a fem archeology student (in her early 20s) specializing in forensic archeology coming to work on a crime scene the BAU has to investigate and finds herself liking a soft Spence a bit too much? 😌

word count: 1.8k

A/N: me vs finding any opportunity to write s5 spence with a cane 🙄 lmao this is short but i wanted to write fluff last night and i loved this concept so much!! also short disclaimer that i don’t know anything about forensic archaeology so i only did a little research but if anything is off/incorrect, i’m sorry!!

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the California air is drier than usual as you step out of the SUV. it smells like heat and dust. you shield your eyes, making your way toward the crowd of FBI agents and police officers hovering over the crime scene. your partner (and glorified chaperone) gets out the other side to join you.

"ready?" she slides a pair of sunglasses on. Emma is more of an advisor than anything else. you're still studying forensic archaeology and she's been done with school for a couple years now, but the field experience has been more than helpful. plus, you're excited about being able to work closely with the FBI.

you're thinking about this when she puts her hand on your shoulder and pushes you forward a bit. "let's go, Y/N."

you nod and follow her to meet everyone. it's easy to differentiate the feds from the officers and other field professionals, just because of the casual attire of the former. they also tend to harbor a certain cockiness that comes across in their posture.

"Deputy Rourke, I'm Emma Sanderson with the forensic archaeology unit," your partner approaches a man in a suit jacket who is just finishing talking to two of the FBI agents. she extends her hand to shake. "this is my partner, Y/N Y/L/N."

Rourke glances up and shakes Emma's hand, then yours when you greet him. he seems tired as he relays you on the events of the case. your gaze begins to wander a bit to the actual scene of the crime, where a shallow grave of bones is marked off. it seems relatively untouched, which is good for your professional purposes.

the man in charge leads you both over to get a better look and get into the evidence, but you start to feel eyes on your back. peeking around, your gaze locks on a lanky man standing a bit further off. he's tall, though you can tell he's putting a considerable weight on the cane he carries. it's one of the FBI agents Rourke was talking to before Emma interrupted.

his hair is a little long and hangs around a face with sharp cheekbones and deep eyes. those eyes aren't staring at you, really. it's more like he's trying to make something of your job, as if he can't discern your purpose just yet.

this doesn't matter, however, as Emma clears her throat loudly and points to the shallow grave.

"care to stop eye-fucking?" her tone is matter-of-fact and it sends heat to your cheeks.

"i wasn't--"

she looks up at you from her crouched position by the evidence and dares you to continue. you're here to do a job, not bicker about odd FBI agents that look like ghosts.

the intense heat causes you to sweat uncomfortably as you work the scene. together, the two of you document the state of the grave and first impressions before moving onto its contents.

throughout the experience, you wonder how long the FBI will stick around. surely there can't be much for them to do here-- Rourke informed you that they're from the behavioral analysis unit.

as you're trying to figure out what kind of instrument was used to dig up the grave, a shadow falls over both you and Emma. something in your body already knows who it is. she sighs impatiently and you both turn your faces up to see the man from earlier. the harsh sun behind him creates a sort of halo around his curls. up close, his features seem only more intriguing. hazel eyes flit from the tools at your feet to your expression.

"forensic archaeologists?" he enunciates the title with confidence. you note the strangely intricate design on the head of the cane. peeking out from beneath his hand, there's an almost antique quality to the carvings.

"how'd you know?" you frown.

"you're examining the sediment, right?" his tone carries some excitement, which you find both unexpected and refreshing.

"yes." this time, Emma answers for you. she seems slightly annoyed with this man's question.

"any ideas?" he probes. you're reminded that he's likely just trying to gather information for the profile they're working on. you look down at the bleached bones for a moment as you recall the conclusions you've already drawn.

"whoever did this was using a shovel-- probably in a hurry, too, judging by the messy gouge marks around the edges," you point a gloved finger to the perimeter of the grave. "we're still unsure of why the grave is here, though. it's kind of out of the way, even for a homicide."

"that's my job, though, isn't it?" he gives you something of a crooked smile. it's surprising, really, to see the friendliness of his expression as he talks to you. even with the little field work you've done, any FBI interactions you've had have been curt and strictly professional exchanges. not that this isn't professional-- it just doesn't feel as forced.

"i suppose." you smile back.

once again to your surprise, the man bends down to examine the scene more closely. he leans heavily on the cane. "would you mind if i watched your excavation process?"

your brow furrows involuntarily and you give him a funny look. even Emma seems taken aback by this, which he notices and quickly amends. "sorry, i'm just quite interested in this part." a blush spreads through his cheeks. you find it endearing. he's curious.

"why?" the word tumbles from your lips with more of an edge than you intended. you're just fascinated, if not a little thrown, by his interest.

"it's such a delicate procedure and i haven't had the opportunity to watch it at other crime scenes." he speaks somewhat quickly, suddenly self-conscious of how we're perceiving him.

"what's your name?" i blurt before i lose the window of opportunity. if he's going to be observing the scariest part of my job, then i want to at least know his name.

"Dr. Spencer Reid." that small smile returns, eyes locking onto yours again. there's a kindness in the gesture that reminds you of fresh-cut grass. he's got a sunlit energy to him that contrasts whatever ghostliness you first witnessed.

"pleasure to meet you, Dr. Reid," you withhold questions about such an advanced title at his age. he probably gets them all the time. "I'm Y/N Y/L/N."

Emma clears her throat again and you're reminded that she's there. "and this is my partner, Emma Sanderson."

"nice to meet you." he gives her a polite look.

"you can watch us excavate if you don't talk." she raises an eyebrow at him, then shoots a look over at you. it's obvious she thinks you're distracted, but can she really blame you?

"i can do that." he promises, then steps back to give the two of you some space.

now that he's watching officially, it takes every ounce of willpower to keep your hands from shaking as you go over the strict rules of excavating. you can still hear your first professor in the field emphasizing how important it is to do this part right-- one wrong move and you've not only jeopardized the scene, but also whatever conclusions might have been drawn from it. it could ruin the investigation if it's a big enough mistake.

so you're hyper aware of Emma's leading technique, aware of Dr. Reid's clinical attention to it. almost like being tested.

true to his word, the observer doesn't interrupt with any questions about the process. instead, he rests patiently at the side until you straighten up from the ground and take a deep breath. your knees are screaming from being crouched so long, so you stretch. time passes differently during these; what feels like five minutes could well be thirty. it doesn't help that the entire grave will need to be dug up later. the sets of bones poking out of the dirt prove there are at least two other bodies here, but that's a job for tomorrow.

"that's it, Einstein." Emma gives him a pointed look. he takes it in stride, nodding.

"thanks." he can obviously sense the dismissive energy from her and his eyes travel briefly to the plastic bag you're zipping shut before thinking better of sticking around.

you watch him go, that narrow frame shifting to head back up to meet his colleague, when your voice surprises you. "Dr. Reid?"

he stops in his tracks. for a second, you swear his grip on the cane tightens before he faces you again. "yes?"

even though you can practically feel Emma burning holes in the back of your head, you jog to catch up with him on the hill. "how interested are you in this whole forensic archaeology business?" your question carries an undercurrent that you hope he catches.

"well, I'm familiar with the basics, but--" he pauses and meets your eye. his teeth tug his bottom lip thoughtfully as he decides how to respond. you're absolutely intrigued by everything about him. "well, i'm always looking for new things to learn."

"i'd be willing to enlighten you a bit further, if you'd like," you place the offer on the table before you can talk yourself out of it. "strictly professional, of course."

his eyebrows rise a bit at the way you speak, though you catch him nod. he's a little unsure for a moment. "yes-- yeah, that would be great."

you break into a grin. "great." the thought of seeing him again sends a jolt of childish excitement through your veins.

"um," he starts to fumble around his jacket pockets for a moment before pulling out a cream-colored business card. Dr. Spencer Reid, Behavior Analysis Unit is printed in serious letters, accompanied by the official FBI insignia to make it all the more intimidating. he hands it over with slender fingers. "here."

"thanks." you peer up at him from the words and see the ghost of a smile on his face. like he's holding back.

"you're welcome. call anytime-- i'm at the office more often than not." he lets out a small laugh.

"will do." you run your fingertips over the business card delicately, grateful to have discarded those latex gloves from earlier. a silence falls between the two of you for a second before he inhales.

"right. i'll see you, then." he turns again and heads up the hill, slowly but surely disappearing from your line of sight.

it's a strange place to feel this way. kind of inappropriate, honestly. you justify it with the professional aspect of helping his unit.

"done flirting?" Emma's voice nearly jolts you out of your skin. you jump and turn to her, sliding the card into your back pocket before she can find something else to tease you about.

"sorry. i just had a question about the BAU."

"uh huh," she nods knowingly. "well, maybe you can invite him to watch our next excavation. this was your best one yet."

this news makes you beam. "really?"

"really," she relents and smiles a bit. "now let's get going. it's way too hot out."

a/n: i was thinking about making this into a part 2 with smut?? idk it really depends on demand bc i don’t wanna write it if people don’t want it but maybe!

#spencer reid #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x reader #mgg #cm #cm fluff #s5 spencer reid #mgg characters #mgg fluff #cm x reader

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NUDES (Part 1)

PAIRING: Kim Hongjoong x M!Reader

GENRE: Smut, Angst, Fluff

WARNING: Size kink, age gap (4 years), blowjob, noncon/dubcon, bullying, abusive parents, life questioning

SUMMARY: Kim Hongjoong was dared to receive a compliment by sharing his dick pic within five minutes and damn, who knew that would be a start of something beautiful.

NOTE: Bang Chan here is younger than his original age, so, yeah.

"I wonder how big Wooyoung is. Do you think he has a 9-inch? He really gives off big d vibes, I swear." You started as you ate with your friends at your usual lunch table who nodded at your statement in agreement. This actually became a very common topic between the four of you. You know how completely wrong it was, but hot damn, you just can't stop thinking about how their package is doing down there.

"Nah, nah, I think, more smaller. Like an 8 or maybe 7?" Jiyoo, one of your friends, disagreed munching on her hamburger take out. Lucky for her, the guards just let her take any outside food inside the campus, considering it was in the school rules that foods that should be taken in school are school foods only. It was absurd and ridiculous, really.

"How about Mingi? He's pretty tall. Tall males usually have the largest dicks-"

"YUMIN!" You all gasped at her blunt comment, making her flinch back noticing her mistake. You all talked about not using explicit words so nobody else would hear you who seemed to be just passing by and would catch a snippet of your conversation and if that happens, it wouldn't be so good since this people you all are talking about are attending the same school as you four do.

"Whoops, sorry." The said girl giggled at her own mistake. She, then took a sip from her caprisun and watched as you all glared at her, her smile getting wider at how the rest of you were all looking pretty agitated as though it was a big deal.

Nevertheless, the bell soon rang and you forgot about the whole slip of tongue and got to your classes. You were in your freshman year and your cool chic friends were in their juniors, so they had to get separated with you on your way to your classrooms.

How did you four meet, you ask? Well, you are a member of the dance and theater club that is both open for all grades, freshmen to seniors. It wasn't actually a great start for the four of you, since they were all quite egoistic in nature and had been getting trouble to accept the newcomers, especially you. They never really wanted you in the team, for the fact that you were doing an outstanding performance out of everyone in the club. The others cheered for you and complimented you for your natural talent, but these three wasn't having it.

They didn't like you and in what natural way can they express that? Yeah, maltreatment. They never treated you right, they always mistreated you behind the club adviser's back or if it's just the four of you in the club lounge. You will be forced to clean the floor or buy them food using your lunch money (now, it's them who has to do it for you, 'cause they feel bad for what they had done to you) or worse, even clean the toilet that they should be cleaning. Nasty, really it was, but they've changed for the better if it wasn't for you sticking up to them when they needed someone. Right now, they're still repairing the damage they have caused and done to you, in means of treating you like their own prince and babys you whenever they want, which you never really got to see the purpose for.

Meanwhile, inside your classroom girls were chattering and the boys continued to make silly or unnecessary noises making the whole classroom look like a zoo. You always found it odd why the teachers just lets it slide, but you're not complaining though. You loved a noisy environment. Not too much since they can get really irritating.

You sat down your assigned seat and prepared yourself for the subject. It occured to you that the teacher still hasn't arrived yet and the noise inside the classroom still hasn't died down yet, out of curiosity you tapped on one of your classmates' shoulder as he gave you your attention. "Will the teacher be coming soon?" You asked him.

"Nope, but hey..." He trailed off with a suggestive smirk on his face, while he checked you out from head to toe. "You can suck my dick, since everyone's busy." He winked at you, looking down at his pants.

You rolled your eyes at the male and slapped his shoulder in annoyance. "Cut it out, Chris. I'm not doing that here."

"Oh?" The male, Chris, brightened and looked at you with a hopeful smile on his face. "So, will you do it if we're not in the classroom?" You gave him a disgusted look, pushing his face away from your direction making him chuckle. "Just kidding. But, yeah, I don't think the teacher can't come after she called sick today."

You tilted your head to the side, wanting to question it, but you just shrugged it off and went to busy yourself on your phone. When Chris wasn't looking, your eyes unknowingly went down to look at the bulge on his pants making you choke on your own saliva, Chris turning to look at you in concern as you started to cough, patting your back all the while. "Are you okay, M/n?"

You nod your head. "Yeah, yeah. I was just... uh, nevermind." You said in reply, thinking how could a man carry such a 'gun' with them, 'cause that's just fucking illegal. "And, Chan?"

Chris hummed to your call. "Yeah?"

"I might just take you up on that offer of yours." You said, now smirking, that made the male blush extremely at your unexpected comment.

"N-Now?" Chris cleared his throat, as you neared his ears and ghosted your finger over his bulge.

You laid one hand to cup over your mouth to make the sound a little louder as you whispered into his ears. "Keep dreaming." You said before you got back to your seat that made Chris glare at you cutely.

"H-Hey, that wasn't very nice you know." Chris stated, crossing his arms. "You got me all hard."

"Your fault." You winked at him before, you fixed yourself and smiled to yourself. Guess you have your consent if you ever thought of doing it to him.

Bang Chan or as you may call him, Chris, was an Australian acquaintance of yours who you became friends with since day one. Chris was a very outgoing person and became friends immediately with all the other students, well, at least it was TOO easy for him since people like people with good looks, so guess his looks did the job for him. Despite that, Chris didn't want friends just because he has a beautiful face, he wanted a friend that could see him as him. As his personality, not on what's being shown outside.

It was Chris's decision to befriend you, so it was quite a shock to you that someone had actually wanted to be your friend and someone cute at that. But, as much as you like the cute guys in school, you never really liked the way they treated people as though they were toys to play with and throw away if it's already out of date. And seeing as how Chris also had the same face that all the other cute boys you have seen and actually got to meet in school, you didn't seem interested.

But, Chris was determined to be your friend and stuck to you 'til today. To say the least, he was your only friend in class that kept you from locking yourself at home and do nothing, but watch T.V. You didn't actually see Chris as a person who likes dirty talk, but if it was him, you could reconsider and maybe, just maybe, like you said, you might just take him up on one of his offers.

After a while, your classes were soon dismissed and your classmates couldn't be any happier. Although, you and Chris had to stay since you're both cleaners for the day. "Chris, you better stay on that goddamn seat and help me clean up. You're not going anywhere on my watch." You squinted your eyes suspiciously at Chris who surrendered his arms up and laughed.

He stood up as all your other classmates piled out of the classroom, leaving only you and Chris inside the room. Chris smirked at that. He cleared his throat hiding one hand inside his pockets, while he approached you who was already sweeping the floor before you felt Chris' arms snake around your waist making you flinch, standing firm almost immediately. "Chris? What's wrong?"

"It's just me and you, now." Chris smirked suggestively, making you roll your eyes playfully at him. "What do you say? Wanna have fun?"

You, did not let the atmosphere down and pulled him by his collar. "Then, show me fun."

Now, don't get too ahead of yourself. Let me continue first.

You giggled and laughed boisterously when the wet towel hit Chris on the face who only groaned in disgust. You held your stomach, your body bent slightly from how much you were laughing.

Both your uniform polos were now soaked in water, but either of you stopped playing wanting to continue the fun the two of you started. Taking his revenge, Chris threw the same nasty towel towards you, but you were able to avoid it just in time as you stuck your tongue out at him. Chris narrowed his eyes at you, before an amazing plan got into his head.

When you had your back turned towards him, he moved to grab the dipper from the water-filled pail and hid it behind him, then walking to your direction. You were able to hear his footsteps coming closer at you, so on instinct you turned back around only to get showered on the head with a dipper full of water. You gasped, your mouth falling agape. "BANG CHAN!" You yelled at him, the said male only laughing at you while making faces. "Oh, so that's how you wanna play, aussie boy? Fine. Two can play that game." With that being said, now you both are completely drenched in water, forgetting about the task that was supposed to be done.

In the end, you both finished late, but was still able to clean the room. "I noticed that you have been so open to me these days. Won't your girlfriend get jealously mad at me?" You joked, opening one bottled drink after having changed into one of Chris' spare shirts.

After Chris had put on his shirt, he contemplated and looked at nowhere in particular, then sighing. "I broke up with her."

"What?! But, you said you really loved her? I mean, did you, though?" Realizing what you said, you immediately apologized, but the other just shook his head, gesturing that it was nothing for you to be sorry about.

"She was getting in the way with me and my best friend. If she didn't like you, she didn't like me." Chris said, which made your heart swell. "If she doesn't know how to respect you, why should I think that she couldn't do the same thing to me? That was her last straw that day." Chris sighed.

"You didn't have to do that. She was your everything, you told me that." You told him, but Chris just shrugged his shoulders. "I don't even have that much worth in your life."

Chris widened his eyes and faced you, now glaring. "You take that back."

You just chuckled, feeling a little sad out of the blue. "It's true, Chris. I'm... not worth staying for."

Chris crossed his arms in annoyance before he placed himself beside you and shyly pulled you into a hug, your bones almost getting practically crushed by Chris' strong arms. "Please, don't say that again, M/n. You don't understand how hurt I am when you say that." Chris said, you moving your hand to hold onto one of his arms. "I may not say this much, but you truly are one of the things that makes me happy in this world. So, I hope one day, you'd find the person who'd be the same thing to you as you do to me." Chris stated with all his heart, his voice gentle and soft.

You melted into the hug and laid your head on his built chest. "Thank you, Chan. I needed that."

After the sentimental moment between you two, Chris had insisted to give you a ride home and considering that you were a couch potato and was lazy to walk home, you agreed and let him take you home.

When you got back home, you waved goodbye at Chris, grateful that your parents still wasn't home. The month older male was waiting until you got inside, then driving off to his own house. Suddenly, you heard your phone go off inside your pockets. Waiting after you've finally changed into some comfortable clothes, you jumped onto your bed with your phone in hand to check what caused your phone to notify you. Humming to a song, you unlocked your phone with the necessary passcode and hovered your finger over the direct message you received on instagram. You were in thought who would message you in instagram, when all your friends don't even follow you or know your account username, at least. "Who could this be?" It'd be quite possible if they found out your username, knowing their stalking skills are no joke.

You clicked on it and waited for the application to open, as you did, you sniffed as you turned to lay on your back, but that was the biggest mistake you had ever done, because the moment you saw what you had received, in your shock you accidentally dropped your phone onto your face making you wince in pain.

Groaning in pain, you massaged your face and took another look at the message to see if it was really what you saw or was just your mind trying to play games with you. Confirming it, your hand went over your mouth to cover it from it falling open at the shock. "What in the..."

You just received a dick picture from one of the seniors you truly respect. You were so surprised, you might add, that the student body president who was a goody two shoes and showed a perfect image to the student to become a good role model to all had actually sent you a very inappropriate photo. Not that you were complaining though, you just really didn't think that it was a thing THE Kim Hongjoong would do.

You flinched when you saw that Hongjoong was typing a message.

capt.Joong: [Photo]

capt.Joong: what do you think?

Were your eyes really playing games with you? Because if it was, it wasn't really funny. But, you decided to reply anyways. It's not every day you get a picture of a long, thick dick.

capt.Joong: [Photo]

capt.Joong: what do you think?

: are you drunk?

Is what you could only reply, while biting on your nails trying so hard not to look at the picture that he still hasn't deleted yet. You removed your nails from your teeth and viewed the photo on fullscreen and took a screenshot of it. "Oh my gosh. I did not just do that. W-was this his, though? Fuck, I can't see him the same anymore."

You almost dropped your phone when your phone vibrated in your hands.

capt.Joong: i dunno. am i? ;)

'I swear..'

: hey, if you're drunk, you take a rest not send a random pic of your body and send it to who knows who

: you're lucky it was sent to me. it would have been unfortunate if it were someone else

: oh, wait, was this wrong sent?

capt.Joong: ugh

capt.Joong: i give up

capt.Joong: couldn't you have just given me a compliment?

: what? why?

capt.Joong: nothing, nevermind.

capt.Joong: fyi, that was mine. ;)

capt.Joong: if that's what you wanted to know

You tried to process in your head what just happened, for a million of times. "What just happened?" You asked yourself, holding your phone with trembling hands. That was the first time you had ever received something so private in your whole entire years of existence. It was just so... random and your poor brain can't even handle it properly, knowing that you had just received a di-yeah, you had enough if this bravery.

When you were trying to get to sleep, there was nothing else in your head, but the picture of it in your mind. You groaned and thrashed on your bed in attempt to forget all about it. In the end, you couldn't get yourself to sleep. Not even a wink. So, you just have to move on with your daily routine, not properly rested and a blank head.

"M/n, hey! Earth to M/n!" The voice of Chris snapped you out of your thoughts, while he snapped his finger in front of you. "What's up with you today? You don't look too well."

You just groaned and lied down on the bench, head resting on top of Chan's thighs as you closed your eyes hoping to get some sleep even if it's just for a few minutes. Inaudibly, you answered him. "I just couldn't get some sleep... 'm tired. Can I sleep for a while?"

"Yeah, yeah. Sure." Chris replied, one arm securing you on your place so you don't fall. "What were you even doing that you had to stay up all night?" Chris asked you in concern.

You were about to let your tongue slip, when you immediately thought it would be bad in Hongjoong's side, so you just grumbled and fixed yourself, gesturing him that you were too tired to reply. He was able to understand and nodded his head, patting his hand on your shoulder to the beat of the song he was now humming. You snuggled closer, turning over so you could wrap your arms around his waist, a small smile forming on your lips as you soon felt yourself drift off to sleep.

Chris looked down at you with a fatherly smile on his face, inhaling deeply before letting it all out through his nose with proudness in his chest. Sure, this may seem look like it was something lovers would do, but really, Chris never saw you as someone he'd date. There is no ill meaning behind it, he just sees you as a little brother he never had.

Since he was a little boy, he always wished he had a younger brother. So, every year on his birthday, he'd tell his mother that he wanted to have a baby brother and would describe how he would look like. With you now here laying your head on his lap, he could see some of the features he wanted his younger brother to have. Maybe you were his younger brother, but you were just born in a different family.

During Christmas, Chris would always make a wish to Santa that he wants a baby brother, but he always received a different present instead. So, on his 8th birthday, he made a wish saying that he didn't want any presents. He wanted a younger brother, nothing else, but a younger brother.

Now, that he's already older, he realized how much of a fool he was to wish all those things. He came to knew that Santa was never real and was only a mere imagination made to perceive the children into sleeping early so their parents could sneak out to put their presents under the artificial palm tree some owned. Santa was only alive because his mother was alive and the only reason Santa couldn't give him the wish he wanted, was because his mother was a divorced woman and had to take care of him all by herself with no support from either her own parents or his ex-husband's parents, only from a few of her friends who were glad to support her needs and financially.

He chuckled sadly to himself, attention still all on you brushing a strand of your H/c hair to the side, then putting them back down to protect you on your place. It was funny to him how he saw you as his own little brother and he loved making dirty jokes with you. Guess that was one thing he was grateful about, because it's in his book never to be involved in a relationship with any of his relatives. That's just wrong.

He returned to humming to a song he wrote his own as he felt the rhythm in his heart. Your sleep was cut short to a 30-minute nap, since the bell decided that it didn't want you sleeping in the campus. Chris shook you gently, calling your name softly careful not to scare you awake.

At his second attempt to wake you up, you finally woke up fluttering your eyes open catching the sight of Chris smiling widely at you like a dog who had just woke up his owner on their bed. "Break's already over." He told you, you yawned and got up to sit on the bench while scratching your neck. "We need to get to the classroom." Chris said, standing up from his seat and offered you a hand which you gladly took into yours as he pulled you up with a huff.

"God, I just want to leave school already." You sighed, shaking the drowsiness away.

You both got to your classroom, the whole room suspiciously quiet all of a sudden since this whole class was the noisiest classroom in the whole school. You squinted your eyes confused. "Why is it quiet?" Chris asked you, hoping you had an answer, but to no avail. How would you know when you arrived at the same time as he did? This guy could pretty sure need to use his brain sometimes.

You moved to your seat and sat down being as quiet as you can, following your other classmates. You feared that if you made any type of noise, you'd be shot to death. But, you thought that was impossible, unless you were in a game like the one you saw in the movies. You never even thought that you'd survive and here you are already made to make a decision for your survival. That just means, if this was your last day on earth, might as well have sex with any hot guys in school. Kidding.

While you panicked inside your head, you being overwhelmed by your thoughts was cut off and sat up straight as quick as possible, seeing your school principal enter your classroom. You all got up to greet her, but she gestured for all of you to stay quiet and made you all go back down your seats in a wordless manner. You all understood her as you all sat back down and intently waited for her to speak.

She clears her throat, then starting with her announcement. "Your teacher has been confined at the hospital and needs to take rest for her quick recovery. As her substitute, she personally asked over the phone, our council president to watch over the class while she's still away."

Your eyes got wider in size, freezing on your spot as the photo rewinded in your head like a broken record, mouth slightly open. "Now, behave and don't give him a lot of trouble." She said, upon noticing the male who was already at the door. "You may enter, Mr. Kim."

The male smiled and bowed to pay her respect, then entering the classroom who was a little too quiet for his liking. All eyes were now on him, except yours, which became unnoticed by him since you were being hidden behind your classmates. "Is everyone present? Shall we do a roll call?"

"Fuck." You cursed under your breathe, knowing that no matter what you do, you're never getting away from this. You had to face it head on. Wait, but does he know you, though? You don't have your face as your profile picture on insta. At that, you felt yourself brighten up and feel more calm now that you know that he doesn't konw what you look like. Damn, you feel so blessed right, no—

"Mr. L/n. I called your name? Please, say present." You moved your eyes to look at Hongjoong to see him looking at you through his glasses. You pointed at yourself unsure. Hongjoong nodded his head as you meekly replied with a 'present' and he continued on with the roll call. You sighed out in relief and smiled in glee.

Soon, the noise was brought back when Hongjoong was asked by one of the male students to show you all his talent. At first, Hongjoong was a bit hesitant, but when he was given a beat, it was like he was a dictionary as words just moved out of his mouth swiftly and no matter how fast the words came out of his mouth, he was still able to pronounce each word with either style and proper pronounciation be it from his native language or foreign. This man right in front of you was just too talented as fuck and no one can change your mind. Unbeknownst to yourself, you were already making your way up to where Chris was beating the box as you smiled and clapped along with your other classmates.

You were all starting to hype him up, Hongjoong feeling more and more encouraged while smiling proudly at himself and looked for someone in the classroom to finish the song. You cheered even louder when the rolled up paper folder, or the mic, was passed down to Chris who was able to immediately recover from his shock and started to form lyrics as fast as it came into his head, words gracefully leaving his mouth.

As the song was nearing its end, Chris finished it with a catchy phrase and the rest of you cheered loudly for him and Hongjoong who bowed in appreciation.

After all these fun, when night came, you weren't thinking carefully and acted on impulse. You thought about complimenting his performance in your classroom.

: sunbaee!! your performance was awesome!!

capt.Joong: what do you mean? how'd you know about that?

'Oh shit.' Immediately thinking of an excuse, only one thing stood out as something plausible.

: i was just passing by the classroom and well, i saw everything

capt.Joong: really? that's strange i never really saw anyone outside

capt.Joong: also, did you just out yourself on me? telling me that you were cutting classes?

: no, no. i was most certainly not. i was really just passing by and noticed that the classroom was making a loud noise, so i went to check.

"Wait a minute."

capt.Joong: so, you do attend HALA High

capt.Joong: huh.. what a small world

capt.Joong: guess that's why you're on my following list

You fucked up big time.

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The next morning, you were able to get some sleep, but..

"S-sunbae, hnngh! AH! Fuck!"

"You like that, huh?"

"Y-yes, sunbae. Please, go harder."

"FUUUCKK!!" You screamed on the top of your lungs, catching Hongjoong off guard, who was watching the whole class for Ms. Kang. You slowly tilted your head down, away from the eyes of the others.

"Is everything alright, M/n?" Hongjoong asked you politely, you gaining the attention of your classmates. Shyly, you nodded your head in reply, Hongjoong not entirely buying it, but had respected your decision if you didn't want to say it. If it was something confidential, then he truly understands.

Your girl friends were all wondering why you were always dozing off and wasn't in the right state of mind when they were talking to you. Times like this, they know something is definitely wrong. "M/n, what the hell is up with you? You haven't been yourself since this morning." Minyeong, the eldest of the three, asked you dropping her hands on the table that held her sandwich.

You sighed, lifting your head up and was about to speak, when you caught sight of Hongjoong who looked so ravishing today. Well, he always did anyways. The light of the sun exposed his fair skin, the color of his eyes standing out as well and you could just look at them for a very long time and just drown in it. You heaved out another sigh, hanging your head low. "I'm just... I'm worried about my exams." You half-lied, putting on your most pitiful face on. You were a little concerned about your grades, since if you get anything below 86, it's over for you and high school. That was just how strict your parents were.

Your parents never really cared about you, might you add. They were only there for your grades and their reputation as they were the most known in your town. For so many times you had tried to run away, but your plan always failed whenever they start treating you good, which was mostly, but all the other times they really just work hard to put a bigger image on their names.

"Oh, M/n..." Yumin's face fell because they knew exactly the reason why you'd be so worried about your exams. "Is there anyway I could help you?"

You shook your head and smiled. "No, that's alright. I'm pretty sure I could do well on my own." You're words were now more genuine than just trying to find an excuse to avoid telling them of your lack of sleep because of a certain person that caused havoc in your life.

Your body flinched when an arm was suddenly slung around your shoulders, your body wanting to move away when you saw that it was Hongjoong who was smiling from ear to ear on his daily student patrol. "How are you guys doing?" His smile never falters, then looking down at you and shakes you encouragingly, chuckling. The proximity of him to you was able to let you take in the powerful masculine scent of his perfume, wanting yourself to just get indulged in it—No. What were you thinking? This man beside you was too handsome for the world and is totally way out of your league.

You giggled nervously and moved your hand so you could remove the arm that was on your shoulder that got Hongjoong apologizing immediately, not knowing how uncomfortable he made you. But, you immediately shut it down in a way where you wouldn't look bad or sound rude in front of the others, in short, in a gentle manner. "How about you, sunbae? How are you doing?" You, then grinned at him, as he thought rubbing his hands on his pants then seeping air through his teeth, before tutting his tongue and smiled again.

"Well, my day started pretty bad, but the moment I stepped into your classroom, it was like all my problem evaporated into thin air and I could only care less of any of those problems. Thank you for asking." Hongjoong replied, almost feeling engrossed with it. As he did you couldn't help yourself, but to look down his pants wondering how does he hide something huge in his pants and prayed to the heavens above to forgive you of your sins.

'Well you didn't feel bad when you fucking sent me that—UGHH!' "Nevermind!" You thought out loud, quickly covering your mouth at how disrespectful that sounded. "Oh, no. I'm so sorry."

"No, that's okay." Hongjoong chuckled. "I know you're going through something tough, so I understand. But, if you ever need someone to talk with, I'll be here." Hongjoong patted you on the back, smiling sweetly at you before he stood up and waved goodbye at you four while moving to another table. You watched him go leeting your eyes linger for a moment, thinking, yeah, maybe you'd talk to him.

All your friends were there, so why don't you talk to them? Simple. You liked Hongjoong and now's the chance you get to talk to him.

After classes, you lied down on your bed staring up at the ceiling contemplating whether you should talk to him. He doesn't need to know it is you, though and you really need someone to rant your anger out on. Did it have to be him? You can still talk to one of your friends or Chris.

Shaking the thought away, thinking you could handle it just fine by yourself. You placed your phone on your bedside table and decided to sleep it off, maybe this longing feeling will be gone soon. There is Chris and your friends who cared for you, why ask for more, right? So, you just went off to sleep.

But—

: sunbae

As soon as that was sent, you threw your phone somewhere on your bed panicking when it landed on the edge of your bed. You crawled your way to it and picked it up, not wanting it to fall when your phone vibrates. Your face lit up when a 'ding' was heard from your phone. You rested back down your bed on your side, your face being illuminated by the light that your phone screen emitted.

: sunbae

capt.Joong: yeah?

There was also one thing you want for him to do.

: sunbae, can you please, delete your photo?

: it's kinda... uhmm

capt.Joong: oh, right. i almost forgot about it

capt.Joong: my bad

capt.Joong: done

: do you usually do that?

capt.Joong: do what?

: well, send the photo i just told you to delete

capt.Joong: oh, that

capt.Joong: well, that was actually a dare and to win i needed to receive a compliment, but i ran out of time, so i just gave up lmao

: and you just agreed to do it?

capt.Joong: i was only in it for the money, man

capt.Joong: i was desperate

You laughed to yourself, now hugging a pillow close to your chest. You just couldn't let yourself not smile at his confession.

: really? or was it that you just wanted to show your dick off?

capt.Joong: that.. uh, that could work as well

: SUNBAE!

capt.Joong: what? i'm just being honest here

capt.Joong: besides, you were the one who asked

capt.Joong: also, why do i get the feeling that you're blushing right now?

: no, i'm not!

On the other hand, Hongjoong was just feeling as excited as you are, an unknown kind of adrenaline rushing through his veins. He would smile, laugh, or chuckle at every reply of yours, even though he doesn't know the person behind he was chatting with. That just adds up to the thrill.

capt.Joong: alright, i get it

capt.Joong: so, was there any purpose why you texted me? or was it that you just wanted to play with me

You thought about it for a while, before you replied.

: no, no, but, yeah, actually i have something to tell you

capt.Joong: i'm listening

capt.Joong: or reading

You chuckled.

: i am experiencing a really tough battle in my life right now

: my parents, well, they don't care if i do well in my daily life, all they ever care about is my school grades

: and that's not even half of it

: they want me to stay as kind as ever

: be the child every other mother wants

: but i'm not that type of child and i want to do something i want

: i want to choose my own decisions without having to worry about getting kicked out of the house when i get home

: even if was just for a minute, i want to be free

: i want to be let go of my chains and soar as high as i can

: be what i want me to be

: but, all of those dreams are just a fantasy, now

: i'll always be stuck trapped in my cage forever

You ended, feeling a little better now that you have finally let out the burden in your chest that's been bothering you for days. You just can't really let it all go, fearing that people may just shake your worries and pain as just an experience. Will Hongjoong think that way?

capt.Joong: first, i'm really glad you had trusted me enough to tell me all this

capt.Joong: and let me tell you how much of a strong person you are, that despite all these things that's causing your life to go shitty, you still managed to live a good life and heck, you're still here on earth. fighting your way through!

capt.Joong: you know what, hoobae, uh can i call you that? unless you want me to know your name

: just call me hoobae or anything you want

capt.Joong: right.

capt.Joong: hoobae, you've already made a choice for yourself! you chose to stay strong and face the challenges that's ahead of you! i may not know who you are, but hoobae i am proud of you! very, very proud! so proud i could just show you another picture of my d

: SUNBAE! THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SENTIMENTAL NOT SEXUAL!

: not like i would mind, but, still! no, sunbae, no

capt.Joong: so, you don't mind?

: SUNBAE! please, be serious

capt.Joong: alright, alright.

capt.Joong: now, we continue

capt.Joong: and your parents are such a douche

capt.Joong: i don't care if you tell me you love them, but damn i'd gladly let them disown me if i was their son

: are you suggesting that i run away?

capt.Joong: hmm.. maybe?

: where will i go then?

capt.Joong: into my arms where you'll be safe and sound

At that, you rolled your eyes while a smirk was plastered on your face at how smooth he could get.

: harhar. very funny.

capt.Joong: i can still be your rant machine though

capt.Joong: hello, my name's hongjoong and i'm your personal rant machine

capt.Joong: how's that sound?

You smiled, feeling your cheeks go warm.

: that would be really lovely

capt.Joong: on a scale of one to ten, how are you feeling right now? (i'm totally quoting baymax)

: 10 out of 10 because of you, hongjoong the rant machine

capt.Joong: that's more like it! now we need to get some rest, we still have classes tomorrow.

: it's still too early

: 8 p.m? seriously?

capt.Joong: wth? what time do you usually go to bed?

: fyi, i am already in bed and i sleep at 10 o clock, or later

capt.Joong: hey, you must fix that habit of yours

: i try, sunbae. i try

capt.Joong: seriously, you..

capt.Joong: fine then.

capt.Joong: good night and you should really consider what i just said

: i will try

: if it weren't for my parents forcing me to take an all nighter, just so i could study and review my lessons

: nightty night sunbaeee

Hongjoong smiles, the corners of his lips reaching up to the sky at how wide they were. Hongjoong has never felt so important in his life before, until this one faithful incident that shouldn't have happened in the first place, but he was glad that happened because, then all of this wouldn't be happening.

The person, you, he was chatting with was such a mystery. The reason why he never asks you who you are, 'cause if you want to stay hidden he can understand. But, that doesn't mean his curiosity is lost forever. He still is and will wait until you're ready to reveal yourself. Hongjoong chuckles to himself, unaware of the stares that his friends were giving him. "Ohohoh, what is this? Who's making you smile like that?"

Hongjoong rolls his eyes at his friends' teasing, scoffing a little. "Can't you mind your own business, San? Do I ask you who's getting you so horny?" Hongjoong raised him a brow, San shaking his head in tiny. "That's what I thought."

The next morning, you got up only to be met with your mother screaming at your face talking about how you weren't doing well with your performance in school. This wasn't the first time this happened. The first time it happened, you were literally shaking on your knees, hands trembling in fear, your mother looking like a beast about to devour you as its breakfast. But, now as you got older and the scoldings became constant to you, you grew used to it and would only listen to what they have to say and not actually do anything about it. I mean, if they can't do anything to properly care for you, why should you care about them either? That just makes it fair in both parties.

Your mother continued to yell at you, while you ate your fruit loops cereal away, groaning silently and rolling your eyes every now and then, disliking how your mother was opening her mouth just to nag you. "L/n M/n! Are you even listening?"

"Yes, I am, mom. Now, can you please stop? You're making my ears ring." You didn't know where the sudden confidence came from, but boy did it feel good for you to talk back to your mother and put her in her place.

Your mother gasped at your snarky remarks, making her glare at you at once. "Don't you dare talk to me like that, M/n. I am your mother!"

For the nth time, you gave her an eye roll and turned your swivel chair around to face your mother. "And I'm your son. We're both humans, but the way you're treating me you make it look like you're an animal. Keep it up, cause you're already looking like one." You smirked, before turning back around and went back to eating your cereal.

Out of the blue, you were unexpectedly forced to turn around with your swivel chair harshly, before your father's fist hit you across the face the impact so hard that it got you falling to the floor. "Have you no respect for your parents?!" Your father roared, eyes bulging in anger, feeling not one bit of guilt nor remorse in his chest. "You dare speak to your mother like that?! You are such a disgrace to the family!"

Those words alone was enough to set a fire in your heart, the forming bruise on your face and the bleeding cut on your lips just added fuel to the fire. "If I was such a disgrace, have you ever wondered where I got it from?" You chuckled, opting to stand back up, but lost balance when your father struck your stomach with his foot that got you wincing in pain.

"Shouldn't you be grateful we still treat you as our child despite your sexuality?" You father panted out, another strike to your stomach got you groaning in pain, holding onto your stomach to try and ease the pain.

The pain, although, did not stop you from pushing your parents to the edge. Yet another smirk had set upon your features, getting wider at the looks your father gave you. Your mother wasn't even doing anything to help you. She just let his husband do anything he wants with you. "You think, you treating me as your REAL child was abusing me and shaping me to anything YOU only want? I guess my whole life was a fucking lie."

Your father was about to strike back once more when your mother finally decided to hold him back, shaking her head at him telling him to stop it already. You used this as a chance to stand backup, before you wore forced back down with one strong kick to your leg. "Never ever do all this again."

Weakly, you stood back up holding onto the kitchen isle for support, while one arm was clutching onto your stomach, not too much, but enough to make sure that the pain was lessened. You sent your father one last glare, while in your head you made sure to never do it again, 'cause this will be the last time they'll ever see you and this time, you're never returning home.

When you got to school, Chris was the first one to notice your busted lip, quickly running up to you in such worry. "M/n, oh my gosh, what happened?" You just smiled at him reassuringly, then telling him what happened after you both had sat down. "What?! Why would they do that?"

You shrugged your shoulders, completely clueless. "They just.. want to, I guess."

Chris creased his forehead causing his brows to knit together. "That's pure bullshit." Chris huffed.

"And, uh, Chan..." The said male hummed in reply, telling you to continue. "Uhm... do you mind if I stay in with you?"

Chris furrowed his brows, a small pout forming on his lips. "M/n, I would really, but I live with my parents and my parents... well, let's just say they don't get 'along well' with visitors." Chris chuckled awkwardly, while rubbing his nape.

You wanted to question about him saying 'parents', since he had only his mother with him, but you just thought maybe his mother had found Chris a stepfather or he saw his mother as his father as well. "Oh. I understand." You smiled, a bit sad that your last hope was also unavailable. All your other friends had no more empty slots at their homes and you don't ever wanna go back to your house. It's like a living hell with the torture you always got from your parents. "I don't wanna go home.."

"M/n..." Chris sighed, pulling you into a tender hug, careful not to press on your bruises. "I wish I can help you, M/n."

"It's alright. I just... hope mom and dad will finally truly treat me like their child, not some punching bag to train with." You chuckled solemnly with an ache in your chest, feeling the knife get twisted. You have tried for so long to understand them and yet, you asked yourself how could you? When all they ever did was to treat you so shitty? Were you only made to be played with by them? How you wish you weren't just born in their family. Why did it have be them out of many families?

Part 2

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your hq s/o walking in on you masturbating

includes: kenma, oikawa, ukai, kuroo

warnings: heavy smut, cursing, nsfw; degrading, praising, edging, teasing.

a/n: god this took so long for me to write, i hope y’all enjoy. i worked very hard on each character so be sure to read em all ;)

(female character descriptions)

kenma kozume

you sat with your legs criss-crossed on the plush comforter of your bed - your shared bed with your boyfriend. kenma was rarely ever away from you, his job required him to sit at home by his desk most days, trying out different video game graphics, typing up notes or ideas after trying said game. It wasn’t very often that his company called him in for a meeting, maybe once every few weeks.

alas, you still found yourself sitting here, alone on your giant bed, wondering what you’d do with your time. you came home, hours prior, yearning for your comfortable bed after a long day at work. and you certainly relished in those desires, taking a much-needed nap for a couple of hours. but now here you were, brightly awake, with an unusual warmth of desire in your stomach. you were unsure where the urge came from, considering your boyfriend wasn’t even home to tempt you. but it was still there, and it needed to be satiated.

so you began your mission, it had been quite a number of months since you last masturbated on your own. your lovely kenma was always by your side, always there to feed your cravings, masturbation wasn’t even a thought when you knew he was just a room away from you. you almost forgot your usual routine when it came to “doing the deed”.

first, you slipped out of your leggings, feeling the cold, but soft comforter tickle your bare legs. then, you snaked your hand up your stomach to your breast, fondling it as best as you could. funny, it didn't feel nearly as rewarding as it did when kenma did it. lastly, you picked up your phone from its spot next to you and began your search.

you searched a reliable porn site you used to use all the time, quickly finding a video that you knew would get you off quickly. you chewed your bottom lip as the video started, excitement building up from the depths of your core. as the video continued, you snuck your free hand down your stomach to your panties. hesitantly, you creeped your fingers under the elastic band of the soft cotton material and reached slowly for your folds. you gasped at your wetness, it was nothing remarkable, just a little surprising considering how quick you made this decision. you began stroking your clit, slowly to start, while still keeping your eyes on your screen. as the video continued on, you quickened the pace of your rubbing, swirling your juices around your clit with your two fingers. you didn’t realize how focused you were on your phone screen, till the sound of your bedroom door creaking open snapped you out of your daze.

yellow, cat-like eyes peered at your disheveled state in both shock and curiosity. you opened your mouth to say something, but was only able to let out a struggled mewl. his gaze was locked to your body, taking in your entire form, focused mainly on the hand buried in your panties, taking note of how your hand continued its motions, slowly. you couldn’t take your eyes off of him and he couldn’t take his eyes off you.

a loud, choked moan vibrated from the phone in your hand, snapping both you and kenma out of your trance.

“I-i...” you scrambled for words as you quickly shut off the video and began retracting your hand from your panties.

kenma dashed towards you, animal-like instincts, and snatched your wrist in his grip, slowly putting your hand back in the spot it was formerly in.

“continue.” he said, voice laced with the deep desire you so fortunately get to see in him often. his gaze remained down at your body, instead of looking you in the eye. you simply nodded your head and continued your movements again. taking you by surprise yet again, kenma lifted your phone from your other hand and clicked play on the video again for you.

your cheeks burned in embarrassment, but soon your whole body was flushed from the euphoric feeling rising in your stomach. kenma held your phone up with one hand, watching you masturbate to whatever the hell was on there. he then took his other hand and pulled the cotton material covering your sex to the side, watching your glistening fingers work magic into your clit.

he decided he should help out a little bit, so he poked his warm, firm tongue out of his mouth and penetrated your cunt with it. you gasped at the contact, not expecting it since your eyes were trained on the screen. your movements became spastic as the twisting and curving of his tongue played with your insides wondrously. your body convulsed around his muscle, thighs squeezing and enclosing his head. the video you were watching was quick to end, but you couldn't care as you tossed your phone to the side and grabbed a handful of your boyfriend’s hair.

kenma’s assault on your cunt only became more intense as he felt you reaching your orgasm, walls pulsing around his tongue. you moaned in approval of his actions, bucking your hips for the friction of his nose against your clit. your high came shortly after, leaving you grasping kenma’s hair for dear life.

your chest rose and fell rapidly, waiting for your breathing to normalize again before you spoke. kenma plopped next to you on your bed, automatically snuggling his face into the crook of your neck.

“never leave home ever again.” you breathed out, a smile starting to form on your lips.

he simply just chuckled and said, “sounds like a deal to me.”

oikawa tooru

oikawa constantly had you on your toes, always watching and waiting for something to happen. with this, also came teasing, he was a huge flirt in general, everyone knew that, but when it came to you it was in every way worse.

you stared down at your phone, more specifically, at the text your boyfriend had sent you.

pretty, but you’d look prettier with the dress off and your legs spread for me <3

for context, you had went shopping earlier and sent a picture to oikawa of the new dress you were contemplating buying. of course, he was no help in your decision and only used the photo to helplessly fluster you. you sighed to yourself, guess it couldn't be helped.

but you hated to admit that the text hit you with a swarm of butterflies in the very pit of your stomach - you couldn't help but imagine your boyfriend in between your thighs, pulling the tight dress up your hips rather slow.

of course you had bought it, how could you not after reading that text.

part of you wanted to surprise him in it, let him come home to you laying in your bed with the dress tightly clung to you and a pair of matching high heels strapped on. unfortunately, reality reminded you that tooru would be practicing ‘til late tonight and you knew that all he would want is a warm bed to crash on, barely even making it to the shower.

so instead of bothering your already over-worked boyfriend, you decided to take matters into your own hands.

finishing your dinner alone at around 7pm, you cleaned yourself up and headed for the bedroom. you crawled across the smooth duvet cover on your bed, cold material rubbing against your bare legs. you situated yourself against two plush pillows, propping your torso up while parting your legs.

you pondered for a moment what you should do, it wasn’t an odd occurrence for you to be pleasuring yourself; tooru was out quite frequently because of his busy schedule. your confliction was caused by the fact that you simply wanted tooru, nothing else.

even so, you continued your actions; sliding your soft cotton shorts down your smooth and long legs. once situated, you grabbed your phone and searched for something hot to get you off. because you were feeling so touched starved, videos simply wouldn't do it for you today. you needed something more intimate; like the sound of a man’s voice in your ears, coaxing you to your orgasm, directing you to play with yourself how he wanted.

yeah, that would do it.

so you went to your very reliable (totally not reddit or anything) website and searched for something you knew you would like. a seemingly promising result caught your eye, and you proceeded to plug in your earbuds and adjust the volume of the video. you leaned back further into the pillows, trying to get comfortable enough to relax.

the video began and you couldn’t help but feel awkward, yeah the man’s voice was hot as hell - deep and seductive too, but something about it didn't feel right considering you had a boyfriend, with a much nicer voice.

oh fuck it, you thought.

there was no secret rule against this, it was basically the same as porn, only it felt nicer because the plot was directed towards you and your orgasm. you felt more at ease with yourself - and with the video. the voice playing was smooth and relaxing.

you slowly began to move your fingers as instructed - or should I say demanded, whilst also bringing your left hand up to palm your breast through the thin material of your shirt. you were now working both your clit and your breasts, the feeling of warmth beginning to pool in the pit of your stomach.

the voice commanded you to begin fingering yourself - in his words; to “bury your fingers deep in that little cunt of yours”, and who were you to disobey?

you did exactly as instructed, indulging your fingers deep - well, as deep as they could go - inside the warmth of your core. you received praises from the man, calling you names of which you most certainly enjoyed. this encouraged you pump yourself faster, all while your left hand toyed with your breast through your shirt. surprisingly, your hands made a dream team, you hadn't felt this amazing masturbating in so long. it was like the voice in your ears was real and the hands on your body weren't your own, but someone else’s.

what you failed to realize was, down the hallway from your bedroom, your boyfriend was putting his bags down on the kitchen table and approaching your room - where he heard your soft moans coming from.

tooru wandered over to your bedroom, both curious and confused. the way you were moaning, he wondered if he’d find another man on top of you. he decided to bite back his nerves and enter the room quietly, inching the door open with caution. his head poked through the small gap of the doorway that was now exposed, peering over at your writhing body to see that you were in fact alone. oikawa let out a small sigh of relief at this, but then noticed that you were still unaware of his presence and that your ears occupied a set of wireless earbuds. the man smirked to himself, now somewhat aware of what you were doing.

he cleared his throat obnoxiously, immediately turning your attention over to him and releasing the breast in your hand almost shamefully. you opened your mouth to say something, but tooru quickly cut you off.

“my my, what do we have here?” his voice was low and taunting as he took slow strides over to your bed.

“tooru, i was just-”

“playing with yourself, my dear?” he chuckled and took a seat next to you on the bed, “that much i can see for myself. just to what would that be, is the question.”

your face burned in embarrassment and regret, knowing he would manage to squeeze the answer out of you.

“you- you weren’t home, and i...needed something...”, your voice trailed off as you glanced down at your phone, the audio was paused, but not for long.

oikawa seemed to have caught on to your implications and in one swift movement, snatched both your phone and your right earbud from your possession.

“tooru, please-”

your boyfriend made a tsk tsk noise with his tongue, “nuh uh, what makes you think you get to enjoy this alone? honestly, it looks to me like you’re having a lot of fun-” he gestured to your hand which was deeply buried in your panties, “-and i wanna join in on the fun too.” his voice was low and laced with seduction now, his eyes dark and taunting as his face was merely inches away from yours.

your chest heaved with heavy contractions, stomach full of butterflies and warmth. you could barely muster out a word, so you stuck with a brisk nod. tooru smirked and plugged the earbud in at your approval, then clicked the audio back on.

the audio was halfway finished, so the man’s instructions were even more intense than you wanted oikawa to hear.

“that’s right you little slut, be a good girl and keep fucking that little cunt for me, yeah?”

your eyes widened in embarrassment, quickly scanning tooru’s face for any sign of laughter. what shocked you more was the dark expression on his face now, hidden with a deadly smirk on his lips.

“c’mon baby, do what he’s telling you to do.”

“good girl, that my good little slut.”

the mix of the voices overstimulated your senses, your embarrassment soon turned into a wicked desire. you began pumping yourself harder, hand coming back up to grope you breast. your eyes closed shut and your moans began escalating again.

you weren’t sure what you boyfriend was planning on doing next, but you felt the pressure of the bed go down as he switched spots from next to you to in between your legs.

the audio kept encouraging you to pump faster, enticing more moans to spill from your lips. the feeling of a warm, moist tongue pressing against your clit made your eyes shoot open and your head jerk up to see tooru with his head in between your thighs.

“what? am I not allowed to help?” he quizzed you with a tone laced with teasing.

you let your head fall back onto the pillow as oikawa took his time lapping at your clit. your fingering stuttered, but never ceased as the voice of a man and the tongue of your man continued to pleasure you. the audio was nearing an end and you felt yourself also nearing an orgasm. oikawa pushed your hand so your fingers went even deeper than they already were, this earned a whimpering gasp from you. you looked down at your partner to see his eyes were locked with yours, tongue poking out to lick at your swollen clit. you felt your walls clenching around your fingers at the sight, voice in your ear aiding in it too.

“look at you, so helpless, getting off to some guys’ voice? such a needy little whore, aren't you?”

you felt all the oxygen in your lungs leave your body, fingers growing stiff inside of you. your boyfriend’s words tugged at something inside of you, an animalistic version of you deep down that needed to be freed.

tooru smirked up at you, perfectly aware of his effect on you. his tongue withdrawing from inside his mouth to lap you up for the hundredth time.

“how pathetic, were you that desperate for an orgasm that you resulted to audio porn?”

“good girl, that’s my good little girl, cry out for me.”

you felt your orgasm coming like a tidal wave, the two voices overstimulating your senses once again.

“that’s so fucking embarrassing, your own fingers are barely enough to please you anymore. you need my tongue to help you.”

“that’s right, come for me, come around those pretty little fingers of yours.”

“yeah? you're gonna be an obedient little slut and come for for him? listen to his orders like he’s your daddy, right?”

and you did.

with a final whine of pleasure, your body violently rocked itself through your orgasm. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your back arched into air helplessly. your fingers slowed down on their movements, eventually coming to a slow finish. you breathed heavily, chest heaving as the ringing in your ears quieted down. all that could be heard in the room was the thick silence in the air and your contracted breathing.

tooru slowly approached the spot next to you on the bed from his former position between your legs, lying next to your disheveled form. once your body had calmed itself down a bit more, your retracted your hands from their position and turned toward your lover, resting your head on his shoulder.

“well, I certainly did not expect to come home to that.” tooru chuckled lightly.

you quickly dove your face into the side of his neck, hiding in mortification.

“god, I'm so embarrassed.” you mumbled into his skin.

oikawa only laughed louder, earning a light slap on his arm.

“come on, don’t act like you didn’t enjoy every second of that.”

“you know I did, that’s why I'm embarrassed!” you lifted your head from his neck to retort back.

he only shook his head and laughed again, wrapping his arm around your body to keep you warm.

“why did you come home so early, anyway?”

“well practice ended early because the team wanted to go out to dinner for a sort-of, congratulations for doing so good in our last match. that team we went up against was really hard, remember?”

“yes, I do. so why didn't you go!” you suddenly jerked your head up to scold your boyfriend.

“because...I'd much rather be home with you celebrating. besides, I thought that text I sent you was a hint of what I wanted to do with you tonight.” his voice trailed off quietly.

“oh god, I thought you were just being a damn tease like always! that’s why I took matters into my own hands.”

tooru propped himself up on one elbow, facing you.

“c’mon, you know damn well you enjoy my teasing. plus who says we can't go for a round two?” he wiggled his eyebrows at you and gestured at the rising tent under his sweatpants that was nearly poking your leg.

you smirked, looking back up into your boyfriend’s eyes.

“i guess that can be arranged, but it’s my turn to tease, i've had enough of your teasing for one day.”

before he could protest, you were on top of him straddling his waist, hands holding his arms up over his head.

“fine by me.”

ukai keishin

coming home from a long day at work, you plopped down your bags and ran your fingers through your hair. ukai was working the late shift at his convenience store like he usually did on weekdays, and he probably hadn’t eaten anything besides snacks since lunch this noon. your body was tired and sweaty, but you motivated yourself with the idea of a hot shower to keep you up on your feet for a bit longer. as quick as you could, you whipped up a plate of steamed dumplings and rice for you and your fiancé to eat. once satisfied with your work, you left the meal on top of the stove with a glass cover on top to keep it warm.

hot shower hot shower hot shower you chanted to yourself, reminding yourself of your reward for the long day you had. you went to your bedroom first to quickly strip, tossing the restricting clothes away into a hamper. afterwards, you entered your bathroom - now naked, a chill ran over your body. you turned the knob of the shower to the left, far to the left, making the water spring to life and begin to heat up.

after a few moments of waiting for the steamy-hot water to rush out, you took a step into the tub. immediately, your muscles relaxed under the flow of the hot water, your skin burned a little at the sensation too. you sat under the water for a good 30 minutes; lathering your soft skin with foamy body wash, scrubbing at your scalp and rinsing the stress of a long day off your body. the shower was full of steam and the sweet scents of all the soap you used.

you exited the shower after feeling fully clean and content, wrapping a dry towel around your head to hold your drenched hair. you dried your body off with another towel and slipped a soft robe around your form, before approaching your room.

following after brushing through your damp hair, you slid on an over-sized t-shirt from your closet, probably one of ukai’s without realizing. you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror as you walked toward your dresser, you admired the way the t-shirt showed off the shape of your breasts and hugged your hips. you took a step back to appreciate your form a minute more, becoming seemingly more and more confident in your looks by the second. it had clearly been awhile since you felt confident in yourself, your teenage days were over and adulthood was settling into your appearance.

still, for the first time in awhile, you thought you looked damn good.

a flame ignited in your belly, a flame you had not felt in a long time. you usually tended to ignore said flame, because you simply did not have the time to deal with it.

but today was so draining and you had not done this in so long. surely you deserved a reward, right?

yes, yes you did. a hot shower alone simply was not enough of a prize for the type of day you had.

you crawled onto the bed and sat against your pillow, spreading your legs for yourself in front of the mirror across the room. grateful you had not put on underwear yet, you reached down to touch your bare petals. you weren’t wet yet, but it didn't take you long to get there, not with that mirror in front of you.

you watched yourself from the spot on your bed, grabbing your bare breast underneath your shirt as you started rubbing lazy circles around your clit. you found yourself soon more relaxed than not, giving in to your suppressed desires. you began to imagine you weren’t alone on your bed, that your future husband with there with you; crawling in-between your legs. you moaned at the thought, eyes fluttering close in a daze.

you thought about him grabbing you by your thighs, holding on to them as he made out with your sloppy, wet pussy. you imagined the sounds, his vibrating moans, your wet slick being lapped up and sucked on.

your was sex dripping with your cum now, and you watched yourself in the mirror with hooded lids, vividly imaging your husbands head and back facing the ceiling. you could even see the details of his back muscles contracting and relaxing as he continued aggressively devouring you.

your thoughts were paused when you heard the front door open, your eyes widened, but remained glued to the image of your body.

your fingers hadn’t ceased their movements either.

“honey, i'm home” ukai teased in his “i'm-a-loving-husband-who-brings-home-the-bacon” voice. something you both found funny ever since you got engaged.

you made no sound, too afraid you voice would come out in a squeal.

you heard his footsteps go into the living room, before his voice called out again, “baby?”

you decided to play around and not answer again, leaving him no choice but to find you himself. you continued rubbing your clit as you stared at yourself in the mirror, biting your lip to hold back an excited grin. as ukai’s steps got closer to the door, you found yourself indulging a finger into your core. then, one turned into two. and you found yourself having to hold back your moans, as he was so close to entering your room.

a mere second passed before keishin was strolling into your room, looking for his beloved fiancé. he stopped dead in his tracks when his eyes fell on you, two fingers plunged into your pussy, all whilst staring at your reflection in the mirror.

he exhaled through his teeth before saying, “princess, what’s this?”

you tilted your head to the side, gazing at the man before you with half-lidded eyes.

“what does it look like, daddy?” your fingers maintained their rapid pace.

keishin was enthralled with the scene before him - not wanting to move an inch so he could continue watching you, while also wanting to pounce on you like a caged animal.

he decided to just slowly creep over to you, long strides taunting you from your spot on the bed. he kneeled on the mattress, beginning to crawl closer and closer to you. your gazes were locked on each other, all while your fingers kept their assault on your core.

“you look so pretty baby, touching yourself like that in our big ole’ bed.”

you only bit your lip in response, eyes trailing back to the mirror in front of you. keishin followed your glance, now also looking at the reflection of you two.

he scoffed, “what a little slut you are, getting off to yourself in the mirror.”

a shaky breath left your mouth at his words, before he turned to you again and propped himself up on his elbow.

why isn't he doing anything?? you couldn't help but think.

“go on, don't worry about me. I wanna see you keep playing with yourself, just like that.” it was like he read your thoughts.

you became a little frustrated, you were hoping he was going to join in on your “play time”. even so, you persisted, trying to dig deep for an orgasm. you continued staring at the mirror, watching keishin watch you. it was fucking hot - but you needed more.

“ ’shin...” you whined out, tilting your head to look at him.

“what? is my princess having trouble?”

you nodded your head.

he clicked his tongue, “that’s too bad isn't it? my little girl started this herself, now she’s got to be the one to finish it.” he punctuated his words by leaning in closer and closer, his hot breath on your face felt too nice.

you understood what you had to do, cum for him once and then he’d finally join you for a second time, but you were so damn touch starved. it’s one thing to be alone and touch starved, it’s another to be with the person you want to touch you, just for them not to.

you bit down on your lip as you pounded into yourself harder and faster, fingers reaching deep to hit your sweet spot. you tried and tried, but to no avail. your breathing was rigid now, frustration marked on your forehead, all while keishin sat and watched you like a sly motherfucker.

he hadn’t even taken an inch of clothes off, and he wasn't even palming himself through his sweats.

tears of frustration dribbled down your cheeks, there was no warmth in your stomach, no clench to your core, just the cum that dripped down your folds - and that was only from the mindless finger-fucking you were doing.

“poor baby, are your fingers not enough? can they not satisfy you the way my cock can?” keishin’s voice was low and his breath caused goosebumps to rise on your neck and cheek. you leaned into his warm touch as he wiped the tears off your face.

“p-please.” you begged.

“please what? use your words, princess.”

“please- please help me cum.”

keishin laughed in your face, making your cheeks glow a bright red.

“so fucking pathetic, can't even cum with your own fingers. what happened to that tough girl act you had on before, huh? when I caught you playing with your pussy to your reflection in the mirror.”

he leaned in closer, lips barely grazing your ear.

“-where did that little slut go? you’re so desperate now, it’s not even funny.”

a wave of pleasure took over your body, and you finally understood that he was helping you cum, he just didn’t even have to touch you.

“daddy- please...” you begged for more.

“there’s my slut, there she fucking is. i bet you were just waiting for me to come home earlier; you were waiting for your daddy with your cunt wrapped around your little fingers, legs spread - practically begging to be caught.”

you let out a loud moan, core clenching around your fingers as you felt your orgasm approaching. keishin tugged at the fabric of your shirt, before pulling it up to reveal your breasts.

he scoffed, “even wearing my shirt, huh? bet you couldn't wait to stain it with your cum. you dirty little girl, i’ll make you clean up every last drop of yourself with your tongue”

you were already so close, but keishin’s words and the way he pinched your erect nipple with his thumb and middle finger - really pushed you to the edge.

“cum, cum for me you fucking whore.”

with one final drawn out moan, you came around your fingers and all over the bed. keishin didn’t even let you calm down from your high, he was already in-between your legs getting ready to lick up your slick.

you tried to push his head away - your body was still so sensitive from the orgasm, but you knew that the night wouldn’t end without ukai overstimulating you, as he always does. you both knew each other’s boundaries, and this was definitely acceptable - but it was still part of the act for you to resist.

“keishin, please. i'm too sensitive.”

he ignored your words, pinning your wrists up above your head to get your hands out of his way. you complied, but still writhed in his grasp. ukai brought his head down to meet your pussy, shoving his nose harshly into your sensitive clit, before plunging his tongue deep in your walls.

you screamed at the rough contact, your ass threatened to lift up from the bed - but keishin put a firm arm down on your body to ensure that you were going nowhere.

he continued licking out your insides, moaning into your clit. one hand was holding your stomach down and the other was roaming your left breast, fondling the perked nipple in-between his fingers.

you couldn’t help the bodily convulsions you were having, you had already felt so close and he was just starting. you glanced up to watch your reflection in the mirror, smirking back at yourself after remembering how only 15 minutes ago you were imagining this scenario unfolding.

ukai began licking you with more fervor, his tongue moving up to toy with your clit, whilst two fingers plunged into your hole all at once, making up for any contact lost.

you groaned, arching your back so that your pussy was pressed against his face. ukai moaned into your core, licks becoming a sloppy mess.

“you taste so fucking lovely, feels like i haven’t ravaged you in way too fucking long.” ukai groaned his words into your sex, causing all sorts of vibrations to be let loose.

you were close, so close, your moans were becoming more rapid and you couldn’t hold back your hands from tugging into keishin’s hair. he didn't seem to mind it either.

you were pushed over the edge at the feeling of keishin’s lips sucking at your clit, the sensation being way too much for your over-stimulated pussy to handle. it also didn't help that his lidded gaze locked with yours in the exact moment that his lips wrapped around your little bud. you ground against his face as your cum made its new home all over his chin and all over the bed.

the two of you breathed heavily for a few seconds, staring into eachother’s eyes for what felt like forever.

“you’re so fucking good.” you spoke first, words coming out choked and breathless.

he chucked, “yeah, it helps that you taste fucking delicious.”

you giggled at his words, making it sound like you were a fucking plate of dumplings or something-

“did you see the dinner? I made dinner!” you sat up excitedly, suddenly remembering the meal that you made.

“baby, i think i’ve had my dinner.” ukai smirked up at you.

you weren't taking any sexy jokes, not after you remembered your yummy dinner.

“nope, get up. i did not slave over a stove for nothing.” you bounced off the bed, still naked.

keishin rolled his eyes at you, “we coulda just ordered in ya know?”

“hush.” you playfully hit him on the shoulder, before putting his shirt back over your torso and leading him into the kitchen.

after padding into the kitchen, keishin spoke up.

“you know, I meant what said. about you getting cum on my shirt, and licking it clean.” there was a playful smile on his lips as he crossed his arms and faced you.

“I didn't even get cum on your shirt, asswipe.”

“not yet, but I'm nowhere near through with you tonight, princess.”

kuroo testurou

the red blinking numbers on your alarm clock glowed directly in front of your face, mocking you. 3:32A.M. it told you. you had been tossing and turning for the past 3 hours, how did this happen?

next to you, your husband kuroo was comfortably snoring, his breathing a steady rhythm. normally, the noise itself would lull you to sleep, but tonight your body was wide awake, antsy about something. you had already gone to the kitchen for a glass of milk an hour ago, a trick your mother taught you as a child. irritated, you glanced at the empty glass next to your bed, clearly it didn’t work anymore. it only made you have to pee, twice.

you gently flipped onto your back, careful not to wake your soundly sleeping husband, god knew he had to wake up at 6am for work.

you laid there, flat on your back as you stared up at the ceiling; wide eyed and fully awake. you wondered what other remedies you could do to force sleep on yourself. you could chew some melatonin - but you were sure you’d never bought melatonin in your life, you never had a reason to. you drew in a long breath, letting it out in a sigh. meditation? counting sheep? hot tea? – no, you didn’t want any more trips to the bathroom keeping you up.

then a brilliant thought crossed your pretty little mind; masturbation. you almost snorted out loud at the sheer sincerity of it. shifting around a little bit, you rested your hand over your lower stomach - almost teasing the idea of it. your fingers crept lower, now fingering the hem of your cotton shorts. then proceeded to slip your fingers past both the shorts and your underwear. you quickly peered over at your sleeping husband, a wild nest of black hair spread across his pillow. you smiled in admiration, he’s always slept like a rock, usually an arm anchored around you - preventing you from getting out of bed. that same arm was now stuffed under his pillow, you had learned the ways of escaping kuroo’s giant arms long ago.

you paid mind back to your situation at hand, continuing the creeping of your hand further down your skin. you sighed at the feeling of your fingers grazing over your slit, instinctively spreading your legs slightly for better access. you began rubbing at your now exposed clit; slow circular motions. you bit your lip at the newfound warmth bubbling in your stomach, a feeling you’ve always enjoyed.

your husband stirred slightly in his sleep, head now facing yours. you froze slightly, but let out a sigh of relief when his snoring continued. his jet black hair covered his face, only allowing you to see his lips; which were parted as he snored. you almost thought he looked cute, so tempted to run your fingers through his hair. you decided against it, not wanting to wake the poor man up.

your sex started growing quite wet - quicker than you thought it would. maybe it was the idea that what you were doing...so close to your sleeping husband-

-was so dirty.

you bit down on your bottom lip and quickened the pace of your motions, rubbing your little clit with more pressure from your fingertips.

still, you wished it was your husband’s tongue instead of your fingers. lapping up your slick and prodding at your sweet spot. you moaned softly, quickly biting your lip again to suppress the sound. fortunately, your husband stayed asleep.

you started pumping your middle finger into your cunt, needing more friction to finish you off. the action caused you to moan louder, although you really tried to hold them back. and if it weren't your moans that woke your husband up - it was the arching of your back and bucking of your hips, causing the mattress to dip in your spot.

you didn't notice him though, you didn't notice his eyelids fluttering open behind the shaggy head of hair he had, covering his eyes. he laid like that for a good minute, watching you writhe under your own hand, beginning to grab your bare breast from under your shirt. sleep still clouded his head - making his thoughts a bit foggy, but he was becoming more aware of your upcoming climax by the second. you were so far gone you didn't even realize his snoring coming to a halt, your mind was filled with the most lewd fantasies of kuroo pleasuring you in your bed.

when you felt yourself coming close to a climax, a large hand paused your movements by grabbing your wrist. you let out a small yelp, out of pure surprise and terror. you looked over at your husbands form, he was propping himself up on his elbow and jerking his head back a bit to get a better look of you, a smug smirk growing on his lips. his messy hair only covered his left eye now, and you could see the dark hues of his right eye practically glistening, looking down at you with a dark intensity.

“test-”

“i hope i'm not interrupting you, my sneaky girl.” his voice was sleepy and one whole octave lower than it was during the day.

“no, you're not...um. i had trouble sleeping baby.”

he gave you a knowing look and pulled back the blanket that covered his torso, exposing to you his flexed abs.

“and you couldn't ask me for help?” he began creeping over to your frozen body, still halfway under the covers.

“you were sleeping, dummy.” you squinted at him.

“name calling? well baby, two can play at that game.” he got fully on top of you, then proceeded to sink himself back under the covers, until only his head was poking out.

“let me help my chibi-chan out, yeah?” he drawled out the name slowly, knowing just the kind of reaction you'd have.

“testu, you have work in 3 hours, i-”

kuroo rolled his eyes at you, before fully submerging his head below the blanket. your hand was still in your pants, it had seized its movement, but it still remained there almost frozen. kuroo pulled the inconvenient hand out of his way, tugging down your cotton shorts immediately after. you felt unsure what he’d do next, considering you couldn't see him.

after your shorts were long gone, you didn’t feel anything for a few seconds. you perked your head up from its position on your pillow almost ready to call out your lover’s name. you were quickly stopped when you felt a long stroke from his tongue to your wet slit.

you threw your head back, a long moan escaping your mouth. the ecstasy from the feeling of his tongue unexpectedly replacing your fingers was unimaginable. you writhed beneath his mouth, his arms instinctively going to wrap around your thighs, anchoring you down in your place. his tongue continued its assault with an immense amount of pressure; pushing the muscle deep into your hole, then bringing it out to run circles around your clit. you already felt your body closing in on its orgasm. you had gotten yourself pretty far earlier and your husband was only getting you further. kuroo felt your tightening core around his muscle, and he slowed down his tongue movements - ultimately trying to edge you.

and you certainly felt on edge, that was for sure.

your eyes widened at his suddenly slow pace, looking down at the lump of his body covered by the thick blanket. you knew he was getting warm down there, but this was kuroo for crying out loud; this man would go on for hours if he wanted to.

you felt his grip around your thighs tighten as you bucked your pelvis into his face, demanding a little bit more friction. to your dismay, he gave you the absolute opposite of that; digging his nails lightly into your plush skin to almost warn you not to be impatient. you whined under his tongue, the feeling of slow circular motions was driving you crazy. you were about ready to suffocate his face with your pussy - underneath the already claustrophobic blankets.

kuroo suddenly sped up his pace again, planning on bringing you close to another high. and maybe if he was feeling nice, he’d let you come this time. he added two fingers to pulse into your sopping wet cunt as he licked away at your clit and your folds - lewd noises escaping through the small holes between the blanket and the bed. he continued pumping you ‘til he felt your walls begin to clench again, squeezing his two fingers tightly together. he immediately pulled them out.

you gasped at the loss of contact, this time you were really ready to rip the blanket off this man and yell straight in his face. but to your surprise, kuroo submerged himself from under the blanket to meet you face to face.

“having fun, chibi-chan?” he smirked down at your pouting face.

“i was.” you accentuated your words with a roll of your eyes.

kuroo chucked, then grabbed your cheeks in his hand and squeezed them.

“hey, who said you could give me an attitude, huh? you should be thankful that i’m pleasuring you at this hour.” his voice was deep and laced with lust. you know his actions would soon contradict his words, so you played along.

“want some kind of award? oh, i’m so glad my husband edged me at 3am! when i could’ve came and went to sleep already! thank you truly-“

kuroo’s eyes went dark; knowing this game all too well. his hands went from your cheeks to around your throat in a mere second.

“watch your fucking mouth, brat, or you won’t be coming at all tonight.”

you smirked up at him, knowing you got him where you wanted. kuroo pulled down his boxers from his position between your legs and began pumping his half-erect member. you simply sat back and watched him. after a moment, he lined himself up with your core, slightly adjusting his position to get closer to you.

“someone’s taking their sweet time.” you had to bite back a laugh at your own statement.

“patience is virtue, chibi-chan. or did you forget that i could simply stop here and go back to sleep?” kuroo tested you.

“whatever you say, sir.” you looked deep into his eyes, not an ounce of satire in your voice.

kuroo licked his lips devishly, any hint of tiredness he had felt before was long gone now. he pushed his cock deep into your core, bottoming out all at once. your back arched instantly at the feeling of his cock already pressing against your cervix.

“think you can take me, little one?” kuroo smirked down at your face, which was contoured in pleasure and slight discomfort from taking his cock all at once.

“know i can. start moving grandpa, i’m not getting any younger here.” you teased his slow pace.

he raised an eyebrow at you, “you asked for it.” and began shoving himself in and out of you at the speed of fucking light.

you threw your head back in ecstasy, the feeling of his “larger-than-most” cock would never get old to you - no matter how long you two have been together. he almost always stretched you out to unimaginable points.

“test-testu.” you whined out, tongue beginning to loll out of your mouth.

“that’s mr. kuroo to you, little one.” the muscles of his biceps were starting to tense up as he continued fucking you senseless.

you could barely whine out a response, his cock was already so close to pushing you past your breaking point. he made matters worse by bringing a hand down to play with your clit, only to retract that hand and slap your pussy with it, tauntingly. he knew exactly what kind of response he’d get from that, as you wail out from under him.

“i’m so close...” you almost regretted saying that in fear that he’d just pull out and go to sleep. but you knew better that he already sensed you were close without you having to say anything.

he smirked from his position on top of you, black hair falling in a mess over his face as he tilted his head down to look at you better.

“so am i.” he groaned into your ear as he inched his body closer to yours, your erect nipples practically brushing against his bare chest through your thin shirt.

your core tightened as your climaxed reached itself. you dug your nails into the bare skin on kuroo’s back for support, he barely even hissed in pain at the sensation. your hips bucked as your orgasm took over your whole body, legs shaking from the aftermath of the intense high. your husband fucked you through your orgasm relentlessly, seeking to find his own orgasm. he came shortly after you, deeply groaning into your ear - the noise had goosebumps rising all over your body.

“always so fucking good, chibi-chan.” his eyes were half-lidded, as were yours.

your chest heaved as you began to calm down from your high. kuroo pulled himself out of you and quickly retreated to the bathroom to get some towels to clean you guys up.

but when he got back you were already half asleep, cuddled into his pillow, inhaling his fresh, yet musky scent. he smiled down at you, a towel still in hand.

you mumbled to him, sleep nearly taking over you, “thank you, baby~”

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Anon: Hello! Could you do headcanons of Ranpo with an s/o whos like him? Like theyre childish and energetic and liles sweets etc but theyre also very smart

I accidentally posted this without the reply. Behold, the egg upon my visage. Anyway, I love this request and I hope you like my (actual) reply! :D

God, Ranpo is so fucking cute.

Characters: Edogawa Ranpo

Warnings: Sugar gremlins

Edogawa Ranpo

Ironically, at first, Ranpo finds you kind of irritating, mostly because you're claiming an equal amount of the attention and praise (and snacks) in the office that he usually commands. He's not used to having to share his own particular niche (or his snacks) with anyone else. It takes some time for him to get over his Only Child Syndrome.

He complains about you eating nothing but sweets, bounding around the office, and generally slacking off. This is lowkey funny for everyone else in the Agency who has had to put up with his antics from day one. Self-awareness, thy name is not Edogawa Ranpo.

He's a sulky wittle baby. <3

However, because you two are so similar, it really doesn't take long for you to find common ground, much to Kunikida's chagrin. It was easier to manage the pair of you while you were at odds, but shit, it's like someone poured water on Gizmo because Ranpo has basically multiplied. You two are a pair of absolute gremlins.

Ranpo literally never shuts up unless he's napping or eating. You two have so much to talk about. He's glad to have someone who will not only discuss his theories at length, but turn them on their head and point out holes he might not even have noticed. It makes his little heart flutter.

The two of you bring out the best in each other in that you're both super smart, and perhaps you can help him find his way to the train station when he needs to go home of an evening. However, you also bring out each other's worst traits, too.

Slackers, both of you are dirty, rotten slackers. All Ranpo has to do is slyly suggest there's a new donut shop downtown and the pair of you are skipping out on work to go try out their menu. The cupboards and closets in the Agency are bursting at the seams with your secret snack hoards, because you're like a pair of squirrels. Dazai can't even sneak some of them because both of you have eidetic memories and know exactly what you left and where.

Kunikida is resigned to finding the pair of you napping on the couch instead of doing any actual work. The only reason he puts up with it is because Fukuzawa told him to stand down and the let the two of you be,

Fukuzawa is just glad Ranpo has found someone that manages to breach the gap between himself and the rest of humanity caused by his intellect and mannerisms. He's willing to let both your antics slide because of that.

Ranpo himself is a fucking cutie. He's not exactly the perfect boyfriend but he can be perfect for you. He always remembers your favourite sweets and he completely matches your energy. You never end up feeling like a fool, because he's right there along with you. He craves your attention like an addict.

And the fact he's easy on the eyes really doesn't hurt~

#Yokohama Pound #Bungou Stray Dogs #bsd headcanons #bsd imagines #Edogawa Ranpo #Ranpo x Reader #I can barely write a single post without somehow making Kunikida suffer #Sorry Doppo

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emeraldiis · 3 years

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Falling for a God

A/N: Forgot to properly post/format this fic, so here ya go ya filthy animals (ok but i wrote it so I’m filthier)

AO3 Link

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 7.1k

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Summary: “Tell me, does being touched by a god make you nervous? I can feel you quivering, are you afraid?” Loki pauses, then leans down until his lips are almost touching your ear. “Or is that arousal I sense?”You have a huge crush on Loki, there's lots of sexual tension, y'all fuck. That's the plot.

“Nat,” you whine. “I feel like you’re not even listening.” You prance to the front of her, spinning around to walk backwards.

Natasha rolls her eyes. “Wow, are you sure you aren’t pyschic?” She keeps up her brisk pace, and you nearly trip over yourself trying to keep up.

“That’s so rude!” You exclaim, but can’t hold back a giggle. Despite her cold demeanor, you know that Nat is just messing with you. Shooting a quick glance backwards, you decide that your path is clear, and return your gaze to your friend. “You’ll tell me if I’m about to run into something, right?”

With a wry grin, Natasha gives you a thumbs up. You beam at her. “Anyway,” you continue. “I started watching this new TV show last night, and it is so, totally awesome. There’s this guy, and he has these badass powers, and he’s fighting this girl, and she has-”

Thump.

A small oof escapes from your mouth as your back collides with something solid. You pitch forward in surprise, and yelp as you try to stabilize yourself before you fall. Large, warm hands grab your waist, tightening around you to keep you from toppling over. You sigh in relief as your frantic heart slows to a normal rhythm. “Wow, thanks,” you say, and spin around to reveal the identity of your saviour.

Piercing blue eyes meet yours, and your breath catches in your throat. “Careful, pet,” Loki murmurs softly, a sly grin spreading across his lips. His hands slide off of your waist, making contact with the sliver of skin between your shorts and your top on the way. An involuntary shiver creeps up your spine, and you bite your lip.

The reaction doesn’t go unnoticed by the ever-perceptive trickster, and his eyes flash with surprise. “Are my hands really that cold?” Loki teases. “Perhaps you could help me warm them up.” His tone is playful, but there’s something deeper underneath his banter that makes you think he’s actually flirting.

You can tell that your cheeks are red, and you choose not to respond to Loki’s question in fear of making an even bigger fool of yourself. A stammered apology tumbles from your lips, and you look back towards Natasha with a look of betrayal. She grins and shrugs. “I forgot to warn you. Oops.” Your mouth drops open. That scheming little devil. She knows about your crush on Loki, and she still allows you to make a fool out of yourself?

Your interactions with Loki were sparse, to say the least. Aside from a few casual conversations in a group, you had barely even talked to him. Still, he captivated you from the very first day he arrived at the compound. He was exactly your type; tall, dark, and brooding. Aside from Thor, most everyone gave Loki a wide berth, hesitant to forget the battle for New York. You, however, didn’t see a villain. You saw pain behind those blue eyes, and could empathize with Loki’s behavior. You knew all too well that it hurt to live in someone’s shadow, and sometimes acting out was a cry for help. Granted, Loki’s outbursts were far more drastic than yours had ever been, but it was more or less the same on a base level. And, the fact that he constantly had a witty remark on the tip of his tongue never ceased to entertain you. The man liked to hear himself talk, and damn, so did you.

It takes you a second to realize that you’ve been staring. You clear your throat awkwardly and look to the floor, eager to hide your discomfort. “Um, thank you for catching me,” you manage. When you look back up, Loki is wearing an odd expression. His pretty eyes are narrowed, searching your face. The scrutiny only embarasses you further. “Well, see you around!” WIth that, you dart around Loki and scurry off. Natasha follows you, snickering softly.

When you reach the common area, you plop yourself down on the couch and groan, throwing an arm over your face. Natasha sits down beside you. “Smooth,” she says, drawing out the word obnoxiously.

You remove your arm from over your eyes and give Natasha a withering look. “So not funny.”

Nat positively cackles at that. “Oh, come on,” she says. “He’d be an idiot to not at least have a thing for you, I mean, you’re smoking! ” She looks you up and down. “Nice rack, too.”

A giggle bursts from your lips. “Nat. Oh, my god. Stop objectifying me.”

Shaking her head, Natasha replies, “Me, objectify? I would never.”

That earns her an eye roll from you. “Sure. Anyway, can we please change the subject? I’m sick of talking about my embarrassing Loki crush.”

“What does ‘crush’ mean?”

You freeze. Now that was a distinct voice. “Thor,” you choke out. “When did you get here?”

Thor walks up behind the couch and swings himself over the back, making the poor piece of furniture creak in protest. He settles next to you, effectively sandwiching you between him and Natasha. “Just long enough to hear you discussing my brother. Now, will you please enlighten me on this strange Midgardian term?”

Before you can shut him down, Nat pipes up from the other end of the sofa. “It means she likes him. Romantically. Sexually. ”

The temptation to throw yourself onto the floor wailing is high. Instead, you opt to beg for your life. Still embarrassing, but slightly more productive than throwing a tantrum. “Nat!” You screech. You turn to Thor with pleading eyes. “Please, don’t say anything to him.”

Thor furrows his eyebrows. “What an odd expression. You’d think that the word “crush’ would be associated with something negative.” He places a big hand on your thigh. “If what Lady Natahsa says is true, then why would you not tell my brother? He is quite vain, you know. I’m sure he would be delighted to know that a beautiful woman is attracted to him!”

You groan and bury your face in your hands. These Asgardians will be the death of you. “It’s not that simple, Thor. What if he rejects me? I’d never be able to show my face around him again!”

There’s a pause, and then Thor asks you in a much gentler tone, “It seems as though you care for Loki a great deal more than you are letting on. Are you really afraid of embarrassment, or is it the heartbreak you fear?”

You’re glad that your hands are covering your face, because the way the color drains out of it at Thor’s question would have given you away. “No,” you mumble through your fingers. But he’s right, you do care for Loki more than you’d ever admit. His image ran through your head at night when you were trying to sleep, and his voice was what came to mind when your fingers were between your legs and you were pretending they were-

You rub at your eyes, then look up at Thor in desperation. “Please, if you really care about me as a friend, you’ll keep this secret.” You shoot a look at Natasha. “You, too. I may not be able to take Thor in a fight, but I could kick your ass.” You know you sound like a pathetic teenager, but you’re past the point of caring. You were perfectly happy admiring Loki from afar, and didn’t want to get your hopes up just to be met with shame.

Natasha scoffs. “As if.” Before she can continue. Thor holds up his hand.

“Lady Natasha, I believe we should stay out of this. I have done a great deal of meddling in my brother’s life, and I’ve learned that even the best intentions can cause disaster when Loki is involved.

“Thank you, Thor,” you say gratefully, relief evident in your voice. With a tired sigh, you hoist yourself up from the couch and turn to face your friends. “Well, I think I’ve had enough excitement for today. I’m going to hibernate, see you next spring.”

Natasha giggles and blows you a kiss goodbye while Thor scrunches up his face in confusion at your joke. Oh, well. Maybe he’d understand Midgardian humor one day.

Thunder rages outside your window while you toss and turn. You roll over to glance at your clock, and scowl when it flashes “3AM.” Giving up on the prospect of sleep, you opt for creeping to the kitchen for a midnight snack. Your bare feet pad down the carpet, and you shiver slightly at the cold air of the hall. Goosebumps rise on your bare legs and you start to regret your decision not to put on pants.

To get to the kitchen, you have to walk through the common area, and for a moment you linger just outside the entryway. There’s a soft glow coming from the corner of the room, and you mentally groan, hoping it’s one of the female inhabitants of the compound. You weren’t too excited at the idea of walking past one of the guys in just a sleep shirt and underwear. Still, your mission for food is not one you’re willing to give up on. Taking a deep breath, you step out of the hallway and into the room. And nearly pass out.

Across the room, perched in one of the loveseats, is Loki. He’s sitting with his legs curled underneath him, thumbing through a book. You consider darting back into the safety of the hall, but you’re too late. Loki has already noticed you, and is now staring far too intently for your liking. Suddenly feeling very exposed, you tug on the hem of your shirt, trying to pull it further down your legs. “Sorry to disturb you,�� you whisper, afraid to break the deafening silence. Loki raises an eyebrow at you, then turns back to his book. You aren’t sure if you’re relieved or disappointed when his gaze leaves you.

Not wanting to linger in the entryway any longer, you make your way across the room, keeping your eyes down. As you pass Loki, a loud clap of thunder booms outside, and already being on edge, you yelp. Startled from the deafening sound in an otherwise quiet room, you stagger, falling backwards onto the loveseat. Right next to Loki. The sofa is small, and in your splayed out position, you’re almost half on top of the god.

Loki flinches away, and you immediately begin to apologize. “I am so sorry. I don’t know what happened, I guess I just lost my footing. Did I hurt you?” As you talk, you push yourself off of Loki and cower into the other side of the loveseat. Some more rational part of your brain urges you to get up, give him some more space, but you don’t listen. As embarrassed as you are, you’re not quite ready to give up this closeness to the object of your affection.

With a huff, Loki straightens himself and gives you a cool look. “You did not hurt me, mortal. I was simply surprised.” Then, having composed himself, he smirks and sets his book on the end table beside him. “I suppose it is only natural to have weak knees in the presence of a god.”

The comment lightens the mood, and you find yourself relaxing next to him. “You’re right, Thor’s thunder does make me a tad unsteady.”

At that, Loki stiffens, obviously having not expected you to return his teasing. For a brief moment, you feel proud. Then, something changes in his expression, and he scoots closer to you. His hand finds your bare thigh, and the contact sends butterflies through your stomach. Loki senses your restlessness and gives you a predatory grin. “Is that so? Are you telling me that this,” he squeezes your thigh, and you gasp. “Doesn’t make you feel...faint?” His voice is low, and he almost purrs the last few words.

You fight hard to keep your breathing even, not wanting to give away just how flustered you are. The heavy weight of his hand feels heavenly, and you can feel your panties grow damp. God, you hope he can’t smell it.

This predatory tone is so much different than the playful teasing that you usually receive from Loki. You’ve never seen his blue eyes so dark, and the unfamiliarity of it all tightens your stomach.

Taking your silence as a challenge, Loki presses himself even closer to you. His fingers creep up your leg, closer to your underwear. “Tell me, does being touched by a god make you nervous? I can feel you quivering, are you afraid?” Loki pauses, then leans down until his lips are almost touching your ear. “Or is that arousal I sense?”

Fuck. A full body shiver skates across your skin, and despite your best efforts, a small moan breaks free from your throat. Loki’s hand feels like a brand on your thigh, sending waves of heat up your body. The warmth pools between your legs, and you can’t help but shift a bit. Knowing that your panties are the only barrier between your soaking heat and the sofa, you arch your hips ever so slightly to keep from soiling the cushion.

Of course, your small movements don’t go unnoticed. Loki’s eyes are hooded as they rake across your bare legs, and you can hear his breathing get a bit heavier. He looks up at you, pupils dilated. “Oh, pet, look at you. Barely even touched, and already-”

He’s cut off by the sound of footsteps echoing through the hall, headed in your direction. Loki curses softly and reluctantly draws his hand away, then moves as far away as the small sofa allows. Your skin aches at the loss of contact.

The interrupting stranger’s footsteps approach the entrance to the common room, then carry on past. You let out the breath you didn’t know you’d been holding, thankful that you wouldn’t have to explain anything. Something tells you that, while there’s nothing going on now, sitting with Loki in the middle of the night might raise a few eyebrows.

You and Loki are alone again, but the moment has passed. Whatever spell that had overcome the two of you is gone, and all that’s left is a quiet room and a dim light. “I apologize, I believe I have overstepped,” Loki says, and for the first time, he sounds...unsure. His voice has lost that arrogant confidence that it normally carries, and he sounds like a child that has just been caught stealing cookies from the jar.

You bite your lip and risk a glance at Loki. He’s still pressed against the opposite arm of the loveseat, and is avoiding your eyes. Without the atmosphere of desire from before, now you just feel...awkward. Sighing softly, you rise to your feet and make your way to the hallway. You pause briefly in the entryway, and breathe out a “goodnight, Loki.” You don’t wait for a response, instead turning and trudging back towards your room.

As you flop back down in bed, you replay the night’s events over in your mind. It almost feels like a dream, and you’re having trouble believing that Loki, the God of Mischief, had actually come on to you. It didn’t seem plausible. You’re just a plain mortal, nothing special, no powers. Sure, your combat skills could rival Natasha’s, but besides that, you can’t find anything about yourself that would attract a god.

Eventually, you decide that maybe Loki was just horny, and you were in the right place at the right time. You did walk out without pants on, after all. No matter the reasoning, you know not to expect a repeat occurrence, given how regretful he had seemed afterwards. Tears brim in your eyes as the reality of the situation hits you; Loki regrets touching you. It seems that your crush was one-sided, and even though you weren’t surprised, that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

Things are tense around the compound. You creep around corners, terrified of accidentally finding yourself in the same room as Loki. And it seems that Loki is taking the same precautions, because you haven’t even seen a glimpse of him since that night. The ache in your heart from his rejection still keeps you up at night, and you still find yourself pining over him like a lovesick idiot.

Ever the observer, Natasha catches on quickly. “Are you really still embarrassed about bumping into Loki?” She asks after cornering you in the kitchen. “You’re not acting like yourself, and it is beyond obvious something is bothering you.”

You groan at her around a mouthful of a granola bar. “Are you really still thinking about it?” You counter.

Nat rolls her eyes. “Please, it’s hard to pretend it didn’t happen when you’re playing this stupid cat and mouse game. I see you check every room for him, I can’t believe you even care that much. He barely even touched you!”

A piece of your snack shoots down your throat with your gasp. You double over, wheezing and coughing. Natasha slaps a hand on your back, sighing. When you finally catch your breath, you glare at Nat. “Yeah, maybe that’s the issue.”

You immediately regret your words as a fire lights itself in Natasha’s eyes. “Want me to help?”

“Nat, hold on. No thanks-”

“Shush, trust me!” To your dismay, Natasha is already on her way out of the kitchen when she finishes hushing you. You whimper out a half-baked protest, but your friend is long gone by the time the words leave your mouth. Fuck, you’re so screwed.

LIfe was very quickly becoming a stressful game of hide and seek. You’d resorted to spending most of the day in your room, hoping to avoid Loki, and more importantly, Natasha. You’re not sure what she has planned, but it can’t be anything good. As weeks pass by with no incident, however, you begin to drop your guard. Maybe she’s taking pity on you.

It’s around noon when you get the text. It’s an all caps message from Nat, pleading with you to at least hear her out before saying no.

That’s a terrifying text. I’m listening.

Nat: I may have bragged my way into a drinking contest with Thor, and I need a teammate to make it fair.

You want to try and outdrink Thor????

Nat: I want US to outdrink him. I convinced him that it’d be more balanced if it was 2 to 1.

You owe me.

Nat: :)

It was a terrible idea, but maybe a nice night of getting hammered is just what you need to break you out of your funk. Despite your initial reluctance, you find yourself getting excited. You hadn’t really relaxed in ages, this would be a good thing.

As the hours pass, you start to get nervous. It’s been so long since you’ve gotten properly drunk, and you seriously doubt you’ll be able to keep up with even Natasha. Still, a promise is a promise, and you have far too much pride to chicken out now.

The clock reaches nine o’clock, and you sigh. Showtime. Before leaving your suite, you set several glasses of water and a bottle of Advil on your nightstand. If you’re going to fuck over your future self, you might as well try to ease her pain. You take a deep breath and spare a glance over at the mirror against your bedroom wall. You had opted for something comfy, but cute; an emerald green dress that stopped just above your mid-thigh, and fell off of one shoulder effortlessly.

Okay, so maybe you had wanted to get a tiny bit dressed up. You’re sure Nat will tease you for it, but sometimes a girl just wants to feel pretty.

A bit breathless from those pre-competition nerves--yes, a drinking contest was that serious--you make your way to the kitchen. As you round the corner, you stop dead in your tracks. Sitting at the bar Tony had insisted on installing, is Nat and Thor, of course. But next to them, perched delicately on one of the stools, is Loki. He wears a look of disdain, as if this entire competition is beneath him. You hope he can’t tell how badly you want to be beneath him.

Natasha gives you a wicked grin as Thor waves you over, his smile far more innocent-looking than Nat’s, though you’re sure he had a part in this. Cursing your terrible friends under your breath, and yourself for falling for it, you trudge over. Naturally, the only stool left is the one on the end, directly next to Loki. You gingerly hoist yourself up and slide onto the seat.

You stubbornly keep your eyes on the counter, not daring to even glance up at Loki. It’s obvious from the way he’s angling himself away from you and towards his brother that he’s regretting that night, and doesn’t want to be near you. You don’t blame him, humans must seem like animals compared to gods. The reality is that you were a mistake to him, and you just needed to accept that and move past.

Breaking the awkward silence, Thor produces a jug of what looks like beer from god knows where. He grins and gestures to it grandly. As he opens his mouth to speak, you cut him off. “Hold up! I thought this was two against one? Loki being here makes it unfair.”

Natasha rolls her eyes at you. “Yeah, I may have bent the truth to get you to come out. It’s teams of two, but we have a handicap. Our drinks and shots count as twice the actual amount, and they’ll be drinking Asgardian mead. So,” She smirks. “No more complaints, let’s do this shit.”

You swallow nervously at the mention of shots. You could hold your liquor fairly well, but you and shots had...history. Nat knew how touchy you got when you were drunk, and how much of an oversharer you tended to be. Though you have to admit that her plan is almost flawless, you’re still unimpressed with her shenanigans. She’s pretty much set you up to embarrass yourself.

You twiddle your thumbs in your seat as Natasha grabs a bottle of Svedka from behind the bar and begins to pour the beginning drinks. Following her lead, Thor pops open his jug and splits it between two large glasses, then passes one to Loki, who sighs in apparent boredom. He shoots you an unreadable look, then grabs one of the shot glasses that Natasha filled and slides it your way.

With a mumbled “thanks,’ you gingerly take the glass, and look at Nat and Thor. Thor raises his glass. “May the better warriors win!” He announces, then tips back his glass. You roll your eyes at the word choice, but bring the shot glass to your lips and throw your head back. The liquor goes down rough, but you manage to keep your poker face and grit your teeth against any retches.

“The lady can drink!” Thor bellows, wiping at his face.

You shrug, wanting the spotlight off of you. “Um, I went to college?”

Before Thor can question you, Natasha cuts in. “Hello? I took it just as well, where’s my applause?”

“Natasha, you are not a lady,” Loki deadpans. Nat glares and pours herself another shot in response, throwing back the second one just as easily as she had the first. She then points at you. You can’t help the laugh that bubbles up. Despite everything, Loki was still Loki, and he still had your heart. It seems that the tension between you and Loki dissolves after you laugh at his quip, and he relaxes his stiff posture.

You sigh in relief and reach for the bottle to refill your own glass. This time, it goes down easier. That is, until the burns travels past your stomach, right down to between your legs. You squirm in place at the unexpected burst of arousal. Still, you should have been ready for it. Alcohol has always gotten you a little worked up. It was your mistake to believe you could fight it.

Despite the setback, you keep up with your teammate as the night goes on. Shot after shot, broken up by the easy conversation that emerges as the liquor continues to flow.

You’re not sure when the competition was forgotten, but you soon find yourself splayed on the couch next to Loki, laughing hysterically at some story he’s just finished telling about Thor in his youth. You look over at him, hazily trying to center your double vision to properly admire the god. His cheeks are flushed red from the alcohol, and he looks more relaxed than you’ve ever seen him.

Loki glances over, catching you staring, but you’re far too intoxicated to be embarrassed. Instead, you hold your gaze, waiting for a reaction. Loki smirks, then eyes his brother with annoyance.

“Brother,” he says, voice a lazy drawl. “I believe we’ve won this contest, wouldn’t you say?”

Thor cocks his head, then widens his eyes in understanding. “Oh, certainly! In fact, I think it would be necessary for me to walk you back to your quarters, Natasha.”

Natasha begins to protest, but it dies on her lips as her gaze flickers between you and Loki. “What a gentleman,” she purrs, only swaying slightly when she rises from her seat. “Lead the way.” Taking his outstretched hand, Natasha stumbles down the hall with Thor, giggling excitedly.

Now that it’s just the two of you, you expect things to get awkward, but find that you’re still just as comfortable. “Well, I guess I have to bow to the drinking champ,” you slur, sitting up to give a half hearted bow.

Loki throws his head back and laughs. “You,” he manages between snorts, “are far more fun to be around than most others on this planet.”

You scoff and wave your hand dismissively. “You’re only saying that ‘cause I bowed to you.” Chewing on your lip, you let your eyes drift back over to Loki. In your drunken haze, he just looks so...comfy. Before you realize what you’re doing, you slide over to lean up against him. Loki’s surprisingly warm, and you sigh contentedly, letting your mind wander back to how his hand felt running up your thigh.

The arousal from earlier that you had forgotten about rears its head, turning your sigh into a shaky exhale that is not at all subtle. The air feels thick, just like it had on that one stormy night, and you press yourself closer to Loki, unable to resist how good his body feels against yours.

Loki freezes for a moment, then seems to force himself to relax into you. His arm snakes around you until he’s holding you comfortably against his side. For one brief moment, you start to wonder if this is a good idea, given how things had ended in the past, but the intoxicated part of your brain tells the sober part to go fuck herself, and then you’re speaking without thinking. “Do you want to walk me to bed?”

Oh, shit. You can’t believe that just came out of your mouth. A wave of sobering panic hits you, and you untangle yourself from Loki and shoot up from the couch. Before you can flee, however, a pale hand grabs hold of your arm, stopping you in place.

Loki gets up, then moves his grip from your wrist to your hand. “I think that is a lovely idea. Allow me?” With the hand that isn’t holding yours, he gestures toward the hall. Well, that was unexpected. You try not to giggle in child-like excitement, and instead nod hurriedly.

Your heart speeds up at the feel of his hand in yours, and you start off down the hall, letting Loki pull you towards your suite. Caught up in trying to navigate the titling floor, you don’t notice that you’re being led the wrong way until the two of you come to a stop at a door that definitely does not belong to you. You look up at Loki in confusion. “This isn’t my room.”

“I know,” Loki growls, then opens the door and whirls you both inside. When you’ve recovered from the swift movement, you manage to pull away from Loki’s grip.

“What-what’s going on?” You say, attempting to sound stern. Loki stalks towards you. Instinctively, you back up, until you’re pressed against the wall with Loki boxing you in.

Loki presses his hands to the wall on either side of your head and sneers at you. “What’s going on?” He mocks. “I’ve craved your body under mine since long before our little nighttime meeting, and I have run out of patience for games.” He leans in and presses a kiss to your neck, grazing you with his teeth. Just like before, his playfulness has given way to a domineering aura, but you’re not complaining one bit.

You barely suppress a full body shiver. “But,” you protest weakly. “I, I thought you regretted it. I mean, you never said anything about it, so I figured...oh…” you trail off into a soft moan as Loki roughly licks up the side of your neck, growling.

“And when would I have gotten the chance?” Loki pulls away from his assault on your skin to look you in the eyes. “You have been avoiding me for nearly a month.” Those blue eyes are staring daggers at you, and you realize that there’s hurt behind all that frustration.

Your mouth goes dry. He’s right, but the eye contact from his smoldering stare is making you forget how to speak. Fumbling with your words, you cast your gaze downwards. “Yeah, I guess I have. But with what you said after we were interrupted....I thought you were uncomfortable with what happened.”

A dark chuckle spills from Loki’s lips. “The only discomfort you have caused me is the nights I have spent spilling over my own hand because I could not have you. ”

You gasp softly as Loki’s words send a wave of heat through your overheated body. Loki takes that as encouragement, and presses himself closer until his lips are grazing yours. “Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll leave,” he mumbles, eyes hooded.

Your response is to surge forward, hands flying to the back of his head as you roughly pull him in to kiss you. You both groan at the contact. The kiss is anything but gentle; your fingers are tangled in Loki’s hair, tugging harshly, and you can feel his teeth nipping at your bottom lip. It was far better than you could have imagined, and the dizzying pleasure of it all has you feeling drunker and more sober at the same time.

Before long, the room spins as Loki lifts you and hoists your legs around his waist. He kisses you breathless as he walks slowly down the hall towards what you can only assume is his bedroom. There’s a giddy part inside of you that squeals with excitement at being carried like that, but it’s quickly overshadowed by lust as you and Loki reach his bedroom. He tosses you onto his king sized bed like a doll, then kneels on the floor and yanks your ankles until your bottom is almost hanging off the bed.

Loki slides your dress up and nuzzles the inside of your thigh. “I could smell your arousal the entire night,” he says, nearly purring. “May I taste?”

You sit up on your elbows and stare down at him, face flushed with mild embarrassment at his face so close to your soaked panties. Dumbly, you nod, words failing you. Loki growls his appreciation and hikes up your dress, taking a brief moment to admire the soft fabric. “You look absolutely ravishing in green, I’ve wanted to tear this off of you since the moment I laid eyes on it.” And then he’s sliding your panties down your legs and plunging his tongue into your heat.

A ragged gasp tears its way from your throat and you throw your head back. You feel the grin form on Loki’s lips against your skin, and a fresh gush of arousal flows down your thighs. Loki eats pussy like it’s an art form he’s been perfecting for ages. His lips tug at your pussy, worshipping every fold like it’s the last meal he’ll ever have. You open your mouth to make some joke about his silvertongue, but all that comes out is a pathetic whimper as Loki drags his teeth lightly across your clit.

It isn’t long before the pleasure reaches its peak.You fight hard to keep your legs from clamping around Loki’s head, but you can’t help it when you crest over the edge of orgasm. Your muscles lock up, your back arches, and you scream. White hot euphoria explodes from your core, spreading through your body like venom. Loki’s tongue works you through it, slowing to wide, long strokes as you begin to come down.

You’ve barely recovered when Loki rises from his knees and crawls up your body, coming to a stop when his face is inches from yours. His eyes are hooded, and his glistening lips are parted to allow frantic, heated pants to escape. “Pet,” he hisses, leaning down to nuzzle into your shoulder. “You taste sweeter than the fruits of Asgard.” He bites at your collarbone, making you shudder in your post-orgasmic haze.

Still out of it, you sluggishly fumble at Loki’s belt. “Wanna make you feel good, too,” you mumble and lick your lips. Loki bats your hand away, shushing you.

“Darling, there will be plenty of time for that later. Right now, I need to feel you.” He grabs your shoulders and drags you up to the pillows, so that you’re lying comfortably on your back with him hovering above you.

Your heart skips a beat at the mention of ‘later.’ So this wasn’t just a one-night stand? You don’t have time to process that, however, as Loki barely gives you a moment to breathe. He sits back on his knees, straddling your waist, and with a wave of his hand, you’re both stark naked. Your hands twitch, wanting to cover yourself. Being naked in front of an attractive man has always intimidated you, but the fact that Loki was a god made it worse. As if sensing your sudden shyness, Loki leans in to kiss at lick at your breasts, and brings his hands up to pin your wrists to the bed. You sigh in pleasure, insecurity fading with every hot swipe of his tongue, not even wanting to struggle against his hold.

Loki lowers himself to grind against you. His hard cock slides against your dripping folds as his narrow hips press into yours. Both of you shiver, and you arch your hips to bring him closer. Loki growls against your skin and sits up. He lets go of your wrists, roughly grabs your waist and angles it to meet his. “Ready, pet? I can’t wait, I need to have you.” he breathes, eyes locked on yours.

Like a deer in the headlights, you’re frozen, anticipation coiling tightly under your skin. Slowly, you nod. Loki wastes no time. He smirks, then slides himself into you, the stretch burning in the loveliest way. Your heated groan mingles with his, and when Loki’s hips come to rest against yours, he falls against your chest, panting. You appreciate the time he gives you to adjust; Loki’s cock is thick, and longer than anything you’ve ever taken, and you can feel it throbbing desperately within you. Now that he’s released your hands, you bring them up to thread through his soft, black hair. He closes his eyes and leans into your touch, nearly purring.

“Tell me when, love,” Loki grits out, fighting to keep his voice steady. The shakiness in his usually smooth tone is arousing to no end, and you can feel yourself clench around him in approval. Loki’s hips twitch at the fluttering of your walls, and though you’re more than ready, you decide to torture him a bit longer.

You bring your legs up to wrap around Loki’s waist, pulling him closer. He shivers, but keeps his composure, remaining almost statue still. His concern for your comfort makes your heart swell, but you want to see him lose control. “You’re so big,” you whimper out, the alcohol in your system quelling the embarrassment you’d usually feel when talking dirty. You press your face into Loki’s neck, grazing your teeth along the pale skin there.

With a deep growl of barely kept composure, Loki rises up to rest on his elbows, desperate eyes searching yours. It seems that being the God of Lies gave Loki the ability to see through your cruel game, and his expression turns dark, though the neediness is still blatant. You shift nervously as he stares you down, already regretting your mischievousness. “Feeling playful, are we?” Loki asks.

Your mouth goes dry at being caught and your core tightens around him again, earning you a flutter of his eyelids. “I…” you trail off, eyes drifting to Loki’s parted lips. Watching you gaze, Loki grins at you.

“Oh, pet. I think you may be confused. You are mine to toy with, not the other way around.” With that, Loki leans down to crush his lips into yours. His tongue forces its way into your mouth and you whine around it. While his tongue’s distracting you, Loki takes his chance to begin pounding into you at a ruthless pace, and you break away from the kiss to throw your head back and shriek out a moan.

You feel utterly wrecked, stomach clenching and nerves alight with pleasure as Loki continues his assault on your body. Your eyes are squeezed shut, so his teeth nipping at your jaw come as a surprise, sending a whole new shockwave of sensation down your neck.

“You feel so fucking good, pet,” Loki moans, his voice quickly losing its characteristic steadyness. He sighs out something that sounds suspiciously like a whimper, and brings one of his hands down to toy with your clit. Your legs tighten around him involuntarily. “A-ah, fuck,” Loki grits out, increasing his pace.

The pleasure is overwhelming, and the unhuman speed at which Loki’s pounding into you leaves you no time to catch your breath. Moans and whines erupt from your mouth in a constant stream, and Loki keeps his mouth hovering above yours to drink them in. “I wanna cum,” you whimper as Loki’s assault on your senses continues.

“Then cum, pet,” Loki groans, hips stuttering. “ Cum for your god.”

You keen, writhing and chasing your high. As you climb up to your orgasm, you are met with a startling realization that Loki has already ruined you for anyone else. No human man could match the fire that he’s set upon your nerves, the blinding pleasure that mounts with every thrust and kiss. With that settling into your mind, you finally reach your second peak of the night.

Your eyes try to flutter shut, tears brimming at the corners as you wail Loki’s name again and again. Through the haze of your climax, you notice Loki’s muscles begin to tense as he nears his orgasm as well, and you force your eyes to stay open in order to watch him come apart.

Watching Loki cum is almost like a second climax. He speeds up impossibly, mouth hanging open and eyes barely able to stay focused on you. “You’re mine,” he growls out. Choked moans fall from his lips as he nears the edge, and you rake your nails down his back to encourage him.

“Cum in me, please, I need it, make me yours” you ramble breathlessly.

“Oh, fuck, I-I’m so close,” Loki manages, voice breaking. You continue to coo pleas and encouragements at him, and the way his eyes roll back at your wrecked voice gives you an intoxicating rush of pride. Finally, with a whimpering moan, Loki stills, cock pulsing within you and hips twitching as he pumps you full of his cum.

Loki slumps against you, still moving in aborted little thrusts, as if he can’t quite stop fucking you just yet. The weight of him on top of you is heavy, but not unwelcome, and you take the time to bask in the euphoria of having just slept with the god you’d pined after for so long.

“That was…” you start, words failing you.

“Divine,” Loki finishes for you. He slides his cock out of your pussy, and with it comes a gush of warm cum that you’re sure will stain the sheets. He rolls off of you, then guides you onto your side so that he can pull you up against him.

You weren’t expecting Loki to be the ‘cuddling after sex,’ type, so having him spoon you was surprising, to say the least. He nuzzles his nose into your hair, and you find yourself wanting to fall asleep like that; comfortable in his bed and safe in his strong arms.

Still, there’s a nagging question that won’t let you fully relax. Not wanting to expect too much, you brace yourself for the worst and open your mouth to speak. “Loki...what does this mean for us?”

Loki tenses behind you, and your heart breaks at the assumed rejection as he begins to pull away. “Are you...are you not mine? I thought this was-I’m sorry, I must have misunderstood. Forgive me.”

This time, your heart breaks for a different reason. Loki sounds so hurt, so unsure of everything, and you can hear a scared little boy behind that velvet voice. “No!” You nearly shout, turning around to pull him back to you. “I want to be yours, I promise,” you say as you tug Loki back into your arms, running a soothing hand down his back. “I just wasn’t sure if that’s what you wanted.”

The relief in Loki is visible as he relaxes into you. “Love, I am yours as much as you are mine, do not doubt that.”

The pet name brings a smile to your lips. “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” you reply happily. Heart full, you roll back over so that Loki can snuggle into you again, and finally let your drowsiness overtake you. You catch a faint, ‘I love you,’ just before you drift off to sleep, and though it could just be your mind playing tricks on you, you know that you love him, too.

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