#i drew this a midnight in a frenzy

[they-thespian666]

Gay people solidarity <3

#art #my art #undertale #utdr #ut #undertale fanart #sans #sans undertale #sans the skeleton #tumblr sexyman #sexyman tournament #cecilsweep #wtnv #welcome to night vale #sans deserves a break tbh #i think hed be very supportive in cecil winning #i drew this a midnight in a frenzy

[ash-and-starlight]

taking the crumbs of venetian agna qel’a chewing biting gnashing on them until there aren’t even bones left and then spitting out. carnevale northern water tribe style

#id in alt text #plus lil zukkini kissini bonus bc this year carnival fell the day before valentine's day #aaand posting it at almost midnight so we get the Perfect meeting point of the two dates #not bc i drew everything in a rabid frenzy & finished it NOW #anyway venetian carnival in the nwt. hi. is this thing on can anyone hear me. #and when i start talking about the marriage to the sea ceremony- [gunshot] #ough i wish i had more time to draw more masks in sakha-venice fusion style but alas. only had time & brain space for the blorbos 😔 #hope this is enough to send the Vision Wavelenghts #yue #sokka #katara #zuko #zukka #my art

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Give Me Everything You Have

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Please support Cybird by buying their stories. Expect grammatical errors.

My beloved fiancé’s birthday was almost here.

Emma: “.........”

Silvio: “What happened to you earlier?”

Emma: “What are you talking about?”

Silvio: “You have this intense gaze, like you’re about to pounce on me.”

Emma: “Don’t worry about it.”

Silvio: “Don’t be ridiculous.”

(Probably just a few more minutes left.)

As his birthday drew closer, the tension built up because as the clock struck midnight, a competition was about to begin.

(I won’t lose, no matter what.)

------------Flashback------------

Rio: “You better be careful on his birthday.”

A few days ago, Rio told me this while I was gathering information for Silvio’s upcoming birthday.

Rio: “He’s the wealthiest businessman on the continent, so his birthday is no joke.”

Rio: “On that day, merchants and prominent figures from various countries gather to celebrate him.”

Emma: “Is it that grand?”

Rio: “Oh, it’s beyond grand. His birthday has such a huge economic impact that it’s no laughing matter.”

Rio: “All the accommodations near the castle are fully booked, and the guest rooms in the castle are occupied by VIPs.”

Rio: “The gifts alone surpass the average person’s lifetime income.”

Rio: “Everyone wants to celebrate him, so the entire city turns into a festive frenzy.”

Emma: “That’s incredible, as expected of him.”

Emma: “But that means it's going to be difficult to celebrate with him on his birthday.”

Emma: “Maybe it’d be better if I celebrated it with him the day before his birthday.”

Rio: “No way. Why should you, his fiancée, have to compromise?”

Rio: “If that flashy guy puts other people before you, I’m going to riot.”

Emma: “Hehe, knowing you, you might actually do it.”

Emma: “But wouldn’t it annoy him if I asked for his time on his birthday?”

Rio: “Not at all! I assure you.”

Rio: “He’s freaking crazy about you, so there’s no way he wouldn’t be happy.”

Rio: “You shouldn’t yield to that flashy guy or other people.���

Rio: “You can say this to him if you want: As my fiancée, you need to obey me and give me your time!”

Emma: “Okay. Thank you, Rio. I’ll do my best!”

---------Flashback Ends---------

(Even if he’s busy on his birthday, it should be fine the moment the date changes.)

By the way, Silvio didn’t know I knew about his birthday.

I wanted it to be a surprise, so I prepared the cake and presents meticulously and made sure he wouldn’t notice.

As I gathered my determination, he playfully stroked my head, unaware of everything.

Silvio: “By the way, it’s not good for you to stay up so late. It’ll affect your health.”

Emma: “I’m an adult. I’ll be fine.”

Silvio: “That’s not an excuse. Should I put you to bed like an adult, then?”

Emma: “No, thank you!”

(Just a little more.)

Amidst the sound of waves outside the window, the ringing of a bell echoed, indicating that the time had changed, and it was now his birthday.

(Alright!)

Emma: "Prince Silvio, happy birthda一"

Before I could finish my sentence, a knocking sound reverberated through the room, interrupting me.

(Who could it be this late at night?)

Without much surprise, he stood up and lazily opened the door.

Gathered people: "Happy birthday, Prince Silvio!"

(!?)

I rushed to his side and peeked into the hallway, only to see a long line of people.

The line stretched so far that the end was no longer visible.

Emma: "This is..."

Silvio: "It's always like this on my birthday."

Silvio: "Everyone tries to get my attention, resulting in fierce competition."

(.........)

(I was naive!)

The line that formed at midnight to congratulate Silvio on his birthday never stopped.

Since many of them were noble guests and influential merchants from other countries, he couldn’t simply ignore them.

It didn’t take long for the lively, bustling night to turn into the morning.

(Nn...)

Lured by the soothing sound of waves, I opened my eyes and abruptly sat up on the sheets, soaked in a gorgeous scent.

(Crap, I fell asleep.)

I recalled him telling me to go to sleep and pushing me to bed in between chats last night.

(Where's Silvio...?)

I could hear his voice outside in the hallway.

It seemed like the line was still ongoing.

(No way, right? So that means he didn't sleep at all?)

I hurriedly got up and changed into the dress I had left in his room.

I tidied myself up a bit and gently opened the door.

Silvio: "You woke up at just the right time."

He had already changed without me noticing and turned towards me.

(Oh wow, there are still so many people in line.)

Silvio: "Let's go have breakfast."

Emma: "Are you okay?"

Silvio: "*Sigh* You're worrying about me way too soon."

Emma: "But you didn't get any sleep, did you?"

Silvio: "It's always like this on my birthday."

(It's always like this!?)

(He seems fine at first glance, but can't he at least rest during breakfast?)

(That's what I thought, but again, I was naive.)

While we usually have breakfast in his room or the dining room, today, however, it was in the courtyard.

The guests didn't forget to approach Silvio and speak to him as they enjoyed the seafood dishes.

(He doesn't even have time to rest.)

(It seems like he hasn't had much to eat either.)

While keeping a respectful distance, I stood nearby and waited for a brief pause in their chat before quickly speaking up.

Emma: "Would you like me to get you something?"

Silvio: "I don't need it. Just make sure you eat your fill."

Emma: "Don't you have an appetite?"

Silvio: "It's not like that. I just want to hold back a bit to prepare for today's main event."

(Main event?)

Before delving further into the conversation, a guest took Silvio away.

(What should I do? Is it going to be like this all day?)

(But if this continues, he won't get any rest.)

(I want to celebrate with him, but I also need to look after his health!)

After the buffet party, we next went to the city.

As soon as we passed through the city gate, people who had been waiting surged forward all at once.

The escort knights managed to hold them back to some extent, but it looked like the line at the court was just the beginning.

(I'm going to get squished and separated!)

I desperately clung to him, and he overreacted.

Silvio: "You...!"

Emma: "If I don't do this, we'll get separated!"

Silvio: "Don't do such things in public."

Emma: "I was just holding onto your arm!"

Silvio: "That's exactly the problem. *mumbles*"

(Did he say something just now?)

Emma: "I'm sorry, I didn't hear you!"

Silvio: "Ah, is that so? Then I won't say it again!"

(What!?)

He turned away and started chatting with everyone again.

(I feel like I missed out on something important.)

Despite feeling disappointed, I desperately clung to his cape, not wanting to be separated from him.

After what seemed like an eternity, I finally got my chance.

Perhaps tired from it all, he conspired with a knight and took a break in a secluded alley we escaped into.

Silvio: "Those guys should tone it down a bit."

(We finally have a moment alone.)

(At first, I thought I just wanted to have time to celebrate, but seeing how difficult it is, I can't afford to be selfish.)

(If only I could say happy birthday already.)

Emma: “Prince Silvio...”

Before I could even say it, he forcefully grabbed my chin and silenced me with a kiss.

(!?)

Emma: “What are you...”

A voiceless scream escaped me as his lips curled into a mischievous smile.

Silvio: “You just made a face like you’ve had enough.”

Emma: “Huh?”

Silvio: “You should come at me more seriously.”

Emma: “What do you mean...?”

Silvio: “*Sigh* You wanted to greet me, right?”

(He noticed.)

Silvio: “Then don’t give up until you give me everything you got.”

(He seems to see through my attempts to greet him.)

He messed up my hair and stepped out into the bustling city.

It didn’t take long before the people surrounded him again and disappeared.

I was stunned by the sudden kiss, but I quickly regained my composure.

(He’s gone. He must have known I wanted to celebrate.)

(Wait, could it be...?)

(Is he running away from me!?)

Part 2 ╎ His POV

#ikemen prince #ikepri jp #ikepri silvio #silvio ricci #ikepri #ikepri translations #cybird

[missmielyhoran]

How my Harry's would spend their New Year's Eve

[Warning- Smut (small bit), kissing and just shit ton of fluff which idk how I wrote]

*****

Dbf!Gangleader!Harry

It was 5 minutes before the midnight, and Harry was nowhere to be seen. Beforehand, it was planned by both of them that they would sneak to the balcony of her room to kiss at midnight and watch fireworks, but now, as you roamed around your house, you couldn't find him.

You were waling past library when someone pulled you inside. You were ready to scream when their hand covered your mouth and all came out is a whimper. Then the light turned on and you saw the pair of familiar green eyes.

You removed his hand from your mouth and hit him on his bicep, making him laugh. You pouted while Harry pulled you close by your waist.

"You scared me" You whispered. "I'm sorry" he said snuggling into you more. If any of his men saw him like this they would be shocked. The most feared men and their boss snuggling and purring into an embrace of woman like a cat but he didn't care. You were his owner.

Soon enough people outside in the garden and on terrace who were invited to the party started the count down.

7..

6..

Harry pulled you close if it was even possible.

5..

4..

You brought your hands up to his cheeks and drew soothing circles on them. It was just you and him there and no one else.

3..

2..

1..

Harry leaned down and kissed you. Putting in all the passion he could. Your lips moved against his, and he tilted your head down to deepen it. The sound of fireworks going outside covered their whimperes.

He finally pulled apart to breath. Harry brought his forehead down to yours and closed his eyes to remember the moment for whole eternity.

"Happy new year darling"

"Happy new year H"

*****

Fuckboy!Harry

When Harry suggested the idea, you thought it was dumb but it doesn't hurt to try it, does it?

The incredible idea he had was to get both of you come at midnight. Rather than midnight kiss, which, according to him, was boring, he wanted a midnight orgasm.

Now, 30 seconds left to midnight, and you were close but not enough to come. The watch beside his bed on nightstand showed the passing second, and it wasn't enough.

"Fucking hell woman why can't you come today?" Harry groaned and you knew he was close.

"Maybe cause I know that I have to." You chuckled, which was cut off by a moan when Harry gave you a hard thrust.

"Fucking brat" He murmured and pulled out of you. Before you could protest he pushed you on your stomach and raised your hips up. He started pounding into you with no remorse making you scream.

The countdown started outside in the garden of Harry's frat house where the party was going on.

10...

9..

"Harry, I'm close. Please don't stop," you cried out. You were clenching around Harry like crazy and he had to think about the old woman down the street to not come right at that point.

"Wasn't planning on it" He muttered.

8..

Harry slid his hand down in front of you and started making tight and fast circles on your clit.

7..

6..

You were going frenzy, and so was Harry. The count down drowned out by both of your moans and sound of skin slapping.

5..

4..

3..

Harry kept rubbing your clit and you were about to come. He pinched your clit and that tipped you over the edge and your orgasm ran through your body like a firework.

2..

1..

The sound of the alarm was like a signal as you came around Harry, and he inside you. Harry fell over you like a limp body after.

People outisde cheered probably kissing their dates or partners while you just got life fucked out of you.

"Happy new year blue" Harry said, pushing his head into your mess of hair while his dick was still inside you.

"Happy new year Harry"

*****

Youtuber!Harry

(Many years later than the events of Baby Honey)

Surrounded by friends and family, you were sitting on the terrace. Harry, beside you, watching the countdown.

Rohan was their with his son and his new girlfriend. Your sister was with her husband, gemma was with her boyfriend and Anne with hers.

10...

Harry stood up from beside you and pulled you up with him. Your belly was getting huge, making it harder to move around. At first, you wanted to go he ball drop at the time square, but it would have been too crowded and unsafe, so Harry booked a hotel from where you could watch it.

9...

He pushed the hair back from your face and smiled and brought his hand down to your belly, rubbing it.

"I love you so much" He whispered.

8...

He looked behind over your shoulder and gave a nod, making you look over to see your sister filming with your vlog camera.

You turned back around to face Harry only to find him down on his one knee. Everyone around you was looking at you both with smile and tears.

"I will keep it short cause we are in a bit of time crunch." Harry laughed, "Y/N, you are my best friend, my girlfriend and now mother of my child." Harry started.

6...

You were crying while your hands covered your mouth in shock. "When I saw you first time even though I was with someone else, I knew you were special. I made many mistakes, been a dumbass. Made you and me both wait to have something we could have had way earlier, but for this, I couldn't wait." Harry spoke the fastest you have heard.

5...

You turned to your sister who was now beside you. "You let me do this in joggers?" You cried.

"I'm sorry" She also cried.

4...

"Miss Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?" Harry finally asked and nodded the fastest you could.

"Yes yes" You cried, "Omg yes"

3...

Harry pushed the ring into your finger and stood up, pulling you into him.

2..

He brought his hand around your cheek and leaned down.

1..

He kissed you soflty tasting your salty tears mixed with his own.

"Happy new year Honey"

"Happy new year indeed"

*****

90sRockstar!Harry

Harry was had just gave the performance of his life on the ball drop. His chest was heaving with deep breath, body sweaty from running around and adrenaline even in cold.

The countdown was about to end when Harry's eyes searched for yours. He found you standing very first like always being his biggest supporter.

He walked over to where you were and leaned down from the stage. You thought he was leaning down to hug you or kiss you but he held onto your shoulder and yanked you up on the stage like you weight nothing.

The whole croud cheered seeing that. Harry just smirked bathing in the attention.

All the boys were putting off their instruments, Mitch already down the stage beside Sarah. While Niall and Louis was chatting up some fan to kiss at midnight.

"Hi" You laughed bringing your arms around his neck. You didn't care thousands of people watching or that it would practically be on the newspaper tomorrow, you just saw him and you there.

"Hi angel" He brought his nose to your flicking it.

"The ball is about to drop" You whispered.

"I know" He replied with same hushed tone.

Soon enough the count down ended and the ball dropped. Everyone was kissing someone and you were kissing your husband, high up on stage in front of thousands.

"Happy New Year"

"Happy New Year Angel"

*****

Taglist- @harryspirate

I'm so fucking lonely. I also wanted to make out with someone at midnight, but all I did was watch AHS.

Send me requests or just talk to me here♡

I'm writing strike pt 2. I have said before I'm shit with consistency, sorry

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles fluff #harry styles smut #harry styles writing #harry styles angst #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles one shot #harry styles fanfic #harry styles x y/n #baby honey #dbf harry styles #dbf harry #dadrry #dad's best friend harry styles #dad's best friend harry #fuckboy!harry #fratboy harry smut #fratboy harry #youtuber!au #new year #rockstar!harry #rockstar!au

[kaliido-s]

i drew this in a half-asleep frenzy at midnight

#wings of fire #wof #wof fanart #moonwatcher #moonwatcher wof #kinkajou #kinkajou wof #peril #peril wof #nightwing #rainwing #skywing #dragon #autism #doodle #i have so many autism headcanons about peril tbh

[illuminationofstars]

Can I please request a Seth Clearwater x artistic shortie? Plz and ty, have a nice day! 👍

seth clearwater x reader

summary: seth watches you paint which ends messily.

best friends with a hint of something more<3

Fine wisps of hair fell delicately into your face as you craned your neck forward to inspect the paint you had just poured onto your canvas. Taking your thick brush from the pot beside your easel you drew faint stars across the dark blue background. The midnight of the sky contrasted with the purple and green hues of the northern lights - white speckles of stars coating the sky as a finishing touch.

Just as you were finishing your painting you felt two large hands clamp down on your shoulders. A squeal left your lips in a frenzied hush, body going rigid in a tight frame.

“It’s me, it’s me, relax”, came a voice from the shell of your ear, Seth’s warm breath eliciting shivers to run up and down your arms.

You stood up abruptly, instantly feeling the need to tilt your chin up higher to the ceiling in order to make direct eye contact with Seth. A scowl graced your features as you watched as he rocked onto the balls of his feet, hands stuffed into his jean pockets.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, gently lifting the canvas before moving it into its final drying session on the window ledge, “I though you had to help Jacob and the others with your ‘pack’ stuff.”

Seth grinned at you, “I got time off to see you, shouldn’t you be happy?”

“I should be happy, but I’m painting,” you replied, hands running through your hair.

“Who said you had to stop painting?” Seth said, eyebrows furrowing slightly, “I’ll watch.”

You glanced at Seth skeptically, “ You watch me paint?”

“Why’s that so hard to believe?” Seth asked, “I can totally be quiet.”

“Mhm, sure.”

You sat back down and grabbed some paint once more, taking another easel and spreading pure white paint across the surface. Ignoring the noises coming from Seth you began to paint.

Turns out, this was going to be a painful experience. Behind you, Seth wouldn’t stay still, he kept walking around and humming noises to song lyrics and musical melodies. After he made a loud noise that resembled the quaking of a duck you harshly turned around.

As you did so, a large dollop of violet paint flew off your paintbrush and landed directly into Seth’s hair. His face slackened inio an expression of shock as he watched your hands rise to cover your mouth.

He growled playfully before grabbing a handful of yellow paint, flicking it towards you.

You shriek and attempt to hide behind a pillar but the yellow catches onto your dungarees. A laugh bubbles up inside of you as you dip your hands into some vibrant red paint and tiptoe behind Seth who’s back was to you.

Taking in a deep breath, you planted your hands with were slick with paint onto his t-shirt, rubbing the liquid into the fabric.

Seth turned around and grinned at you. He was holding a bucket full of blue paint. The cold colour cascaded over you and you stood rooted to the spot, a smile dawning your face.

This turned into a paint fight, colours splattering onto the walls like bombs of rainbows. You were both covered in paint, smiles gracing both faces as you attempted to hide and run from each other simultaneously.

After a while of chaisng and laughing, you slumped down tiredly against a pillar as was joined by a tired Seth. “Happy?” You asked him, watching his eyes wrinkle as his mouth curved into a smirk.

“You have some paint on your cheek,” he says, eyes watching your face as you try to follow his movements on where he was pointing.

“No, No, to the left,” Watching you struggle became so painful that Seth let out a sigh of frustration and gently leant over to swipe your cheek, the paint coming off your face and onto his thumb.

A blush coated your cheeks as a thank you blurted out your mouth, hands twisting themselves together in a shy mess onto your lap.

Since Seth’s shoulder was level to your head when your backs were against the pillar, you rested your head onto his shoulder, soft smile dawning your face.

Seth glanced down at your disheveled appearance with honestly and adoration evident in his expression. He linked his arm with yours in a friendly embrace as he stared ahead at the painting drying on the windowsill.

Beneath the northern lights stood a girl and a wolf, it’s coat resembling the form of Seth’s coat when he shifts. He smiled softly and shut his eyes, content with the blissful evening.

#twilight #seth clearwater #artistic #seth clearwater x reader #best friends #lovers #cuteness #cute romance #imagines #romance #female reader #thank you #painting #funny #seth Clearwater drabble #seth #imagine #Drabble

[yesihaveaobsession]

A New Years Promjse

Alastor x female angel reader

Summary: it's been a few months since he's helped you escape from the place that you thought was home heaven, and turns out it was now an end of the year. New year and new you.

A/N: I know it's only the beginning of the year but shush, I thought this was cute. <3

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It was surreal to realize that a new year had dawned even in the depths of hell, and here you were, spending it with the mysterious Radio Demon himself. The journey to this moment had been as unexpected as it was transformative. It all began in the chaotic frenzy of battle, where your paths first crossed. Alastor, with his sharp wit and keen gaze, saw beyond the facade of your celestial form, recognizing the duality within you—a blend of innocence and sin, an action that intrigued him.

Months passed, and casual encounters evolved into something more meaningful. Yet, amidst the growing affection, neither of you dared to label what was blossoming between you. There was an unspoken understanding, a silent acknowledgment of the bond that tethered your souls.

As the revelry of the new year's celebration echoed through the halls of the hotel, you found yourself searching for Alastor. Instinctively, you ascended the grand staircase, guided by a sense of familiarity. And there he was, standing on the balcony, a solitary figure amidst the chaos, his gaze fixed upon the exploding fireworks painting the night sky.

"Hi," you said softly as you stepped out onto the balcony. Alastor turned, a smile stretching across his face as he welcomed your presence. You moved closer, standing side by side, captivated by the spectacle unfolding before you.

"It's quite the spectacle, isn't it, my dear?" Alastor remarked, his voice tinged with admiration. You nodded, sharing in his awe. "It's beautiful," you whispered, your eyes reflecting the vibrant colors above.

Another year had passed, marked by triumphs and difficulties, victories and defeats. Yet, amidst the chaos, you found solace in each other's company. "I'm glad you're here with me," Alastor confessed, his tone gentle yet sincere. You felt the sentiment, a small but genuine smile gracing your lips. Your arms brushed slightly.

As the fireworks continued to illuminate the sky, you found yourself drawn to Alastor's presence, his warmth a comforting contrast to the infernal landscape surrounding you. "Hey Al?" you began, using the endearing nickname that had become synonymous with your affection for him.

"Yes, dear?" Alastor replied, his attention fully on you. You took a moment to gather your thoughts before speaking. "I know we've only officially met this year, but I wanted to say... Thank you. For everything." Your words hung in the air, heavy with gratitude and unspoken emotions.

Alastor's smile widened at your heartfelt expression. "You don't have to thank me, dear. You know I adore you," he replied, his crimson eyes reflecting the flickering lights above. You found yourselves standing closer to each other, your shoulders brushing against each other gently.

The conversation turned lighthearted as you exchanged playful banter, finding comfort in each other's presence. Amidst laughter and shared moments, the countdown to midnight drew near.

As the countdown to midnight continued, the anticipation in the air was palpable. Sensing the moment's significance, Alastor snapped his fingers, conjuring a bottle of champagne and two elegant glasses. You couldn't help but blush at his gesture, marveling at his ability to command the very fabric of hell itself.

With a graceful flourish, Alastor poured the effervescent liquid into the glasses, the golden bubbles dancing in the dim light of the balcony. He handed you a glass, his crimson eyes twinkling with mischief and affection. "To new beginnings," he declared, raising his glass in a silent toast.

As the clock struck midnight, marking the dawn of a new year, you clink your glasses together, the sound echoing in the stillness of the night. "To freedom," you whispered, your voice filled with determination and gratitude. Alastor's smile widened, a silent affirmation of the journey that had brought you to this moment, you felt a surge of emotion wash over you. With Alastor by your side, you embraced the unknown future, liberated from the constraints of heaven's expectations.

Together, you drank deeply from your glasses, savoring the taste of liberation and possibility. In that fleeting instant, surrounded by the chaos of hell and the brilliance of the fireworks above, you knew that you were exactly where you were meant to be—free, together, and bound by a love that defied all expectations.

"Here's to new beginnings," you murmured, raising an imaginary toast to the year ahead. Beside you, Alastor's laughter mingled with the echoes of the fireworks, a symphony of chaos and companionship that defined your journey together.

#alastor #hazbin hotel #alastor x you #i have an obsession

[sugar-petals]

Group Sex With SuperM

SUMMARY: creating a group chat is all it takes.

↳ A/N. yep, we’re going there. 

words. 14k

WARNINGS ⚠️ friends to lovers hc, porn with plot, idol au, sex w/ all members individually and together, dom/sub dynamics, corruption kink, sexting, blowjobs & cunnilingus, gaping, graphic, pegging, bondage, light foot fetish, sex toys, spitroasting (m receiving), brat taming, dick riding, protected sex, doggystyle, cuddling aftercare

curious about an eightsome are we

understood

how’s the state of things then?

last september you decided to open an entire group chat just for planning your juicy sexual activities together

and oh lord is it active

and full of ideas

and explicit videos

and emojis

and excitement

yesterday taemin sent a clip of lusciously covering himself in champagne foam for you

wearing close to nothing

in fact just a piece of gauze, a snake-shaped necklace, and probably a bit of perfume

oh boy

watching that was an out-of-body experience for sure

the entire chat basically imploded with reactions

but hey hey

not so fast

we need to go through everything from the start

to see how all these utterly historic events happened to unfold

so where did all that come from?

first off 

befriending super m outside work (eating together, fooling around, bingwatching stuff, you know)

...means there’s no point nor chance in having a permanent favorite with a group like this

every member truly is the creme de la creme

super m is the package of the entire packages

they are so legendary you can bias each member for one day of the week 

and never run out of that pure bliss

in fact 

you all agreed to do exactly that on a regular basis to get to know each other casually

it just naturally happened

seven days seven members that’s just logical

you can’t always hang out together in full attendance so you split up your times and set specific days

you change that routine very often depending on your individual moods

but it usually goes like this because you want to develop closer bonds with them one-on-one

so this is how it ends up

mondays you work out with xuxi. oh, that sexy smiley man. his body is the ultimate bomb. is there something better than doing sit-ups next to him? anybody’s sports motivation would go through the roof. and if there’s someone you call to share a pile of food with? it’s just gotta be him. being with yukhei is self-care.

tuesdays, you visit ten to check out his latest dance moves. and: to have a huge cuddle session with the cats. sometimes, you watch whatever series you’re in the mood for. it’s always a time to slow down and mend your sore muscles from monday anyway. you think ten is so interesting and talented, and super pretty, truly one of a kind.

on wednesdays jongin and you often end up on long midnight walks with the dogs or you both look after his cute nieces. meeting up at the river han is a staple, you get ice cream and snacks. you adore kai because he’s a sweetheart and steadfast person, and admittedly... so damn hot, holy hell. being with him makes you feel great.

thursday is baekhyun day and full of cheeriness as you’d expect. long hours of gaming, cheeky skinship, banter, and pizza eating await you at his apartment. you adore this mochi for his everything, he makes you laugh uncontrollably so much. sometimes, you also comfort him when he doesn’t feel good about himself or exhausted from practice. he will sing anything you want, baekhyun is like your personal 24/7 radio station.

fridays it’s time for the studio. mark is crafting his most fire bars and loves to have you around there. you inspire him a lot. he’s just completely astounding and the sweetest to you. friday most people would go clubbing, but super m just has to meet up in the studio. no paparazzi, and the music is obviously danceable. i’m telling you: this mob can jop, duh.

saturday is for handsome taeyong who loves coming to your home. cooking, organizing, doing the laundry, and browsing youtube together is the best thing. taeyong is the shyest goodest boy and a great listener. he gives great advice and is the epitome of respectful. you just vibe very well together.

sunday you dedicate to taemin. you watch artsy films, experiment with outfits, and he plays the piano for you so expertly. man, you are lucky. he’s like a fairy to you, and a connoisseur, a mythical figure almost. since he’s a newly-found cat dad, you easily fill your day playing with the most interesting kitten that is lee kkoong. sometimes, you even meet shinee members dropping by.

so yes this is what paradise looks like

and they all love to engage with you in their own way and you develop favorite ways to spend time, they put so much effort into this

it goes without saying that you all realize how hard you’re crushing as the weeks pass

like can you imagine

all the hormones i swear

you’ve already been joking to them that you have seven boyfriends some months ago

well the prophecy is fulfilled faster than you can blink

when you meet up as eight for a movie night at baekhyun’s, the atmosphere feels pretty frisky

because lucas is sending you ten thousand glances and certainly nobody misses that

if this guy is laughing at your every word i mean

meanwhile taeyong is having a nervous meltdown at your every comment about the movie, it’s ridiculous, he’s smitten as fuck, he looks at you like you’re an actual goddess

mark keeps on making glimmering eyes at you as well, and he asks you if you want popcorn every two minutes

baekhyun is all curled up close to your lap and not even watching the movie because his face is almost nuzzled into your sweater for fuck’s sake

taemin has spent the entire preperation in complete frenzy making sure there are scented candles everywhere and the snacks are exquisite and costly. mother taemresa? at full throttle. he even used his own damn credit card.

meanwhile kai suffers from his fidgety legs, constant hair fixing and even more inability to concentrate on the movie 

because damn, he knows he wants your attention. he literally came around with the tightest shirt he owns so there’s that. you can see every little muscle doing its thing when he does as much as breathe. kai is now well aware he came to impress. it won’t take him a lot to realize he wants to be even closer to you than doing midnight walks.

ten is so firmly snuggled up next to you, he might as well be your cat himself. if ten starts acting like a clingy feline instead of being in roast mode, you know he’s lovestruck i’m telling ya

needless to say

the mood in the room is hard to ignore

hell there are romance candles everywhere all those hecking rose fumes are to blame

surprise surprise all the members try to sit as close as possibly to you the more the movie progresses

even abandoning the couch and seats to sit on the ground in front of you instead

“you want popcorn?”

“like some more popcorn?”

“here, have my popcorn!“

“more popcorn?”

“hey do you want popcorn?”

from all sides, constantly

the m in super m stands for making sure you have popcorn

you never run out

like when the leading lady is pulling out a cigarette in those old hollywood flicks and at least twenty guys are scurrying to offer a lighter

i’m exaggerating but

nobody even knows what kind of movie they’re watching tonight though

the elephant in the room is trumpeting too loud to understand the dialogue

you’re surrounded by seven big ole hotties who have fallen for you

it was inevitable

it’s more than clear to everyone that they all like you and you couldn’t be any more fluttered yourself

let the hunger games begin

i’m jopping i mean i’m joking

this is not the wwe

it’s pretty clear to the boys that if they fight you’re gonna be so unhappy and your quality time together is ruined

you adore them all, and they’d be regretful about hurting their own bonds 

and anyway

if it came down to it and the bad blood was really escalating um...

...ten would destroy all of the competition

there’s no denying

by the simple virtue of his badassery and winning disease

quickly reducing all his opponents to a pile of dust so fine-grained, the great freddie mercury himself would resurrect to sing the soundtrack in the background and pump his fist

imagine that. superm actually being gladiators i mean wasn’t that the entire jopping mv

baekhyun would try to pull the leader authority card and use his hapkido martial arts skill but ten would obliterate him anyway so

even if taemin put on a dark robe and drew a salt circle to summon a million snakes from hell, ten would win the fight to a fault

but that’s too apocalyptic and outside of that thought experiment the boys are actually kinda shy so... let’s scratch that

there are seven days of the week with good reason 

you ease the uncertainty and tension by saying you’d truly fail as a tv bachelorette

everyone understands that deciding would be impossible and cheating is shit

why give someone a rose and break 6 hearts when you can hand out a whole damn bouquet

it’s more stylish my friend

and for what reason would ten want to face off against taemin and his army of snakes in the first place. they’re ten’s greatest inspiration

nor does kai have any tighter shirts 

he already ran out, he brought his A game from the get-go

on top of that the popcorn is empty there’s no more to offer

so you remain with the idea to just keep your daily routine

xuxi monday, ten tuesday and so on

keeps everything in order

it’s fair

plus it doesn’t mess with their schedules

usually unless a big award show is coming up but that can be re-planned in advance as well

you know... things can develop in their own timing with each member

it’d be awkward to expect everyone to be on the same stage at once

baekhyun is comfortable with all kinds of back hugs while taeyong and taemin are still completely flustered and turn all wobbly at just a greeting wave

you know what i mean

it’s already clear everyone loves you very differently 

some members are more straightforward, others take it slow, it’s just a normal thing

that’s when the group chat is born

it’s still very sfw 

compared to how explicit it’ll be in the future ahem

and everyone is overcautious with writing something except baekhyun, the eternal extrovert

for now you keep each other updated on how it’s all going with trivial details

earlier you just had individual chats and baekhyun arranged the group meetings since he knows the schedule best

now it’s all in one spot so that works

everyone’s curiosity is quenched at least a little bit

and they see each other anyway and put their heads together

baekhyun will be the most open about how far your skinship slowly develops followed by lucas and kai who oggle each other in their usual tom and jerry manner

which you have an eye on

you tell the members something very important for when they’re envious

or feel the need to one-up or catch up

it’s the sign to get closer to you and that they’re ready for taking another step. that’s literally what jealousy is all about

that advice helps them out a lot actually

kai takes that to heart in particular because he knows he’s prone and feels bad about it

and they also learn from ten who carries a quiet happiness with confidence that doesn’t need comparison, but he can also talk very honestly about how he’s standing with you to the point

ten knows how it’s done

as expected of such a competent man

like he’s kissed your hands very lightly but he doesn’t feel the need to show it off all day

and he also leads by example together with taemin and taeyong how one can give compliments even when not being involved in something 

“you’re looking adorable together“ as taemin would often say about you hanging out with kai or baekhyun

a lot of praise culture is developing in the group chat

you like to see it 

and now for the other elephant in the room

as for who will ask you to sleep with him first

(and mind you at this point they’re all walking around with condoms in their backpacks and jackets)

believe it or not

after the finishing touches on his latest mixtape (oh yes), and those tracks have you feeling some kind of way oh shit, mark gathers all his courage

yes it’s mark lee 

literally he steps into the blaze of bravery of jongin when he first put on a crop top

and gets out a little “can we... some time... you know...” after you’re having some pretzel sticks together and awkwardly sitting around

oh what's gonna happen next huh?

you say you’ve been thinking about it a lot

that he has a great body doesn’t go unseen

and tell him how you imagine it with him

long story short you’ll have your first quickie in the sound booth that night

cutting straight to the chase

him steadily penetrating you from behind, you leaning closely with your back to his chest

just standing and enjoying the rhythm

that dick. is amazing.

oh god, mark lee

long, curved, smooth, a classic

meanwhile your fave rapper is definitely going through it

his arms tell you everything

that’s an embrace for the books

he’s hugging you like his life depends on it

you can just take in how he’s been showering twice today this guy is clean as fuck he smells so good

getting off from shampoo and fabric softener is not what you expected but it definitely makes you clench

you both know he’s not gonna last for more than six minutes and that’s ok

that’s a lot of long-held frustration released into that condom

and a lot of passion put into how he puts his guitar fingers to work on your clit afterwards

jimi ‘lee’ hendrix has arrived

oh yeah mark, you fucking treat, fuck it up

that way you won’t last long either since you guide his finger tips to your favorite spot and the motherfucker completely goes for it

“like this, like, um?”

and he goes off with the wrist

oh shit

it’s all kept so short and simple and you’re on the oldest mustard-colored studio couch that ever existed but mark lee is mark fucking lee nothing can obstruct his quality

like this guy has some serious skills with the angles

that orgasm is gonna get some moans you didn’t know you were capable of out of you

never wasting time, that guy is he

mark definitely fucks like he raps. fast and good

you cool down together looking each other in the eyes, forehead to forehead, for like fifteen minutes, and you give each other little chaste kisses all over your faces and he melts every time

your little rendezvous was definitely so needed 

you ask if you can bring some vibes to play around with and a watermelon next time

you don’t have to ask twice

mark is so damn happy

and the timing was right

straightforward and spontaneous. that definitely works well with mark

no complaints, you go home feeling comfortably refreshed. you’ve told him he could tell the others or wait to do it, this is up to his comfort because he is shy

neither happens

after just one glance at him the next day while the group is doing a photoshoot

baekhyun already knows mark slept with you 

he just knows

and makes a loud “ohh wow, you did it” noise

ten takes two only glances to understand what’s going on too

mark nods and the whole group is highstrung for the entire day

like a hive of bees oh yes

kai is massively proud of raising mark so well but also really surprised

unlike taemin who calmly advised mark on many things in advance

guess where mark’s fingering skills originate from

he took some secret pointers from the king 

taeyong is shook at his rap buddy’s singleminded grit to just spontaneously ask you

while baekhyun...

is keeping it together repeating the anti-jealousy mantra you gave him in his mind

“jealousy means to get closer jealousy means to get closer jealousy means to get closer jealousy means to get closer....“

it makes him realize oh god he really wants to be inside of you badly as well

you ain’t dumb, you see his change of tone from cute to sexy in the group chat even if he might not notice

baekhyun is trying extra hard to make you react to him

he posts so many cute selfies with kissy faces

needless to say taeyong’s time slot gets postponed to next thursday while you visit baekhyun this evening

it works for taeyong because he still needs to think some things through

the news overwhelmed him a little and he is shy about meeting up but that’s not a problem for you

and it’s better to get together with your mochi sooner because you both know there’s a lot of banging to do

like seriously

your mood tells you that candy’s on the menu today

oh yeah. it’s time to be all over your clingy lil’ honey bunny 

there’s not much endless wooing involved it goes to the point very fast after you arrive at his home

you just wanna stop pretending and fuck like animals and see his brain melt from it

remember how baekhyun once said he doesn’t fancy nice girls

that’s what he meant by that

mattress earthquake

he wants you fully riled up with arousal and addicted to touching and grabbing him

yeah baekhyun gets off on your desire

that’s not hard to accomplish when he makes big puppy eyes and puts his tongue on your neck

with that gomez addams shit... kissing up your arm and then popping off as soon as he gets there

congrats morticia

here is a man who can handle ya

he’s being so slobbery and moany about it that it knocks the breath out of you 

that shit is so good

baekhyun is not just a pro at giving head my friend it’s also giving neck

and unlike mark, may god have mercy on you, baekhyun keeps on going and going and kissing and kissing and he wants to lick up all of you so bad 

we know how needy and stamina-heavy this fella is

baekhyun is super m’s most insatiable member by fucking far

he’s like just give it to me and you’re like ok here we go

this guy is burning up oh god

that’s an evening of ten thousand positions, fearless cumplay, and a lot of face-sitting

super m’s most unleashed tongue right here

thank god you worked on your fitness with xuxi otherwise you couldn’t do this

he’s moaning in some harmonic scales or something it’s a whole concert

baekhyun is fully at it with you in every room of his flat with his whole neck and underarms looking mighty veiny

yeah he even carries you around to make it short and simple he’s one impatient bun

he can lift up sehun bridal style so no worries

mochi is smol and thin but he won’t drop you i promise

he’s fueled by horny boyfriend hormones and wants to give you the greatest night of all nights

and hit all the amazing spots

baekhyun aims to make your pussy lips throb and fall completely in love with him

and the bridge of his nose if you get what i’m saying

he’s also versatile in his clothing choices

if you say keep your nerdy glasses on, oh yeah they stay on

just a little challenge to see if you can ride him hard enough to see them fall off

and that dick is not some extra long lasso mark lee calibre

so he can really bend it more and thrust with ease at many angles

talking about mark

he regrets not asking you earlier but you tell baekhyun that this way was much better because you unceremoniously skipped to the fucking instead of messing around

if it wasn’t for mark’s courage to break the ice even with a choppy sentence 

you’d still be awkwardly looking each other in the eyes while munching pizza

all hail mark lee nervous legend

this way, baekhyun goes all out with fewer restraint and the burden of being first with making the impression that comes with it

we all know he’s too self-conscious for his own mochi good so that’s a better way to start out

this way baekhyun will have sex with you until he’s passed out on his bed

knocking him out like that might as well become your favorite hobby

even minutes after your tongue still feels like it’s knotted together with his honestly, the muscle memory is kicking in

and this must be the most dick thrusts you’ve ever gotten in one night

baekhyun really wants to be all inside you, make you feel him

if the condom broke at least his baby will be easy to identify from day one

it’ll come out and belt a perfect G#5

he gave it all my god you stopped counting the times you came your pussy is just dripping wet it feels crazy

and his voice has become all raspy i—

that was baekhyun’s hardest vocal run yet i swear

the contraception shelf in the convenience store next to his house is close to empty

but there’s no need to buy more

what you two perverts have been up to is enough for comfortably going through 10 years of celibacy

baekhyun is content and sleeps like a baby

you hold your bun for like two hours afterwards and never want to let him go

you are as wobbly as taeyong after getting a head pat from you

and the most well-kissed girl in this city tonight

both sets of lips

what a smoochy boyfriend

you even get the chance to jerk baekhyun off in his half-sleep after he wakes up and asks you to put your hand in his pants

guess who opens his mouth very wide to lick his own semen off your fingers with some really obscene noises

it’s his royal nastiness byun baekhyun 

who sucks your tiddies to drift back into sleep again

with his hands in your pants

god bless this man

the group chat is sending 👀 emojis all the way throughout the night

your boys know love is in the air

they’re loosening up the timing is right again

you send cute smiling emojis 

a bunch of “ahs” and “ohs” come through via voicemail

and lucas even writes: “so who’s next? 😳”

damn

you reply boldly: “the one asking that”

the group chat becomes a buzzing beehive again

from which you extract that kai is also very interested while ten, taeyong and taemin prefer waiting a little more

but this time you don’t switch time slots since you’ll meet xuxi on monday already 

kai wants to set up something nice and prepare the catering and whatnot (alright you rich man)

so it’s gonna be wednesday as usual with him

so far so good that’s the plan

sunday being taemin day, you get together to read and paint and listen to music

you feel like just doing some sensual kissing with him and taemin is very down

yeah baby he is the kissing king, taemin is hot stuff, he knows exactly what he’s doing, those lips are the pillows at the gates of heaven

losing your mind is a staple when you do that with him

just making out on the couch surrounded by the nicest arrangement of pot plants you’ve ever seen while it rains completely relaxes you and the serotonin is off the charts

he holds you so gently and tastes so good

what is it, rose water or something like that

he even put on his coziest sweater so you’ll love leaning against him

TL;DR taemin is the biggest fucking romantic in the history of SM

that was so seductive you’ll be dreaming about it

applause for lee taemin please

perfect contrasting programme: just hours later

yeah here it goes now

monday starts with xuxi stripping more than he usually does 

at the makeshift gym in his room while he’s on the treadmill

with his hair freshly dyed the most himbo shade of blonde ever

and yeah that’s blonde with an e because yukhei is too sexy to be called a blond. what an ugly word to look at

he’s a blondé

so that’s nice

he’s so dtf you just skip the workout 

time for lubed condoms.

i don’t have to tell you that you literally jump on him 

or that you’ll be dealing with super m’s singlemost biggest equipment

he doesn’t even have to drive it home an inch by himself you’re already riding him

he can’t handle all that gear in the first place

because how do you even develop a technique with such an unrealistic dick

hell how do you even exist like that

so it’s clear who’s taking the lead

all he has to do is work that body but it sort of happens on its own

himbo autopilot

you are going hard and chaotic on this man

xuxi doesn’t even know what hit him

he’s so vocal and excited 

you fuck him while he holds you up, get down on several gym benches, have him bend you forward at the bathroom sink... 

...and you attend business in ten’s room on a desk and window sill

because it’s the most silent there and doesn’t disturb xiaojun’s beauty sleep

ten has discreetly ushered you there and preoccupies himself in the kitchen with the cats

he knows how the game is played

either floor ‘em all or always watch out for others

MVP

but you are secretly wondering what ten is plotting because he has some serious self-control and observation skills

given how tidy his room is... whatever his plans are you can look forward to it

xuxi is definitely suffering from your heavy duty cock destruction in the meantime while being in heaven at the same time

that dick is worn out and dripping 

so much bouncing is even gonna make the biggest boy lose it

milking that orgasm out of him is gonna be so gratifying yum

the deep and defeated moans, my god he really surrenders to the pleasure

wow that was almost as to-the-point as studio sex with mark

no idle talk in nct huh

you clean each other all exhausted and then gobble up three bowls of noodles each

then sleep for two hours in each other’s arms

then do a second round because this guy is really getting you going and yukhei wants to live this monday to the fullest

like this man gives you previously unknown levels of energy

must be the blonde hair. it does sexy things when yukhei is twitching

this time it’s a dick blowing festival

oh yeah

the type where you’re so sloppy with your head bops, he doesn’t even know where to put his hands and needs to think emergency thoughts

oh yeah big dicks make for some nice slurpy noises that sound really plump you know what i mean

he’s gonna realize very soon you do this shit for your own entertainment

and get all kinds of squeaks and faces out of him

only little pauses help him keep up the stamina so he asks you to pull off for a bit every two minutes or so

he has to look elsewhere and distract his mind with thinking about washing the dishes

girl... your tongue has this man sweating major bullets

you’re big on the corruption kink are you

once again 

xuxi is gonna be so shaken and pass the fuck out from cumming

and he thought he was a horny guy

his soul must have left his body and that scalp is probably dead

but bleaching was worth it (he looks like a sleeping angel now)

not to mention banging all over the wayv dorm

ten got a preview of what’s expecting him

not that he doesn’t know he reads you well

lucas promises to return the oral favor next monday and finally collapses entirely in the living room wearing only boxers

nothing new for wayv, great sight for you

not a single workout routine has exhausted xuxi this much

he needs 10 hours of sleep to reboot

“she’s so wild 😲😂😍” is gonna be what he’ll summarize it as in the group chat later

first big boy taken down

the second one follows

wednesday is right around the corner 

oh yes

kai definitely goes off with the preparation you are not ready for this spectacle

he redecorated his entire kitchen and bathroom to perfection with flowers, lanterns, dim light, petals, expensive fabrics draped from the ceiling, and there’s a great view on night time seoul

you can tell he’s best friends with taemin

i mean they’re the greatest entertainers of their time of course their taste is great

always going the extra mile

the black, sheer shirt with a deep cleavage that kai put on is nothing short of a treat

is that a lace choker he’s wearing

and his hair is pushed back lord have mercy

you get pretty weak in the knees at that

the catering leaves nothing to be desired either. a full 3-course sicily-style italian meal with 100% organic ingredients and beautiful basil and thyme garnishings

to set the mood afterwards jongin does what he does best

don’t tell me you didn’t see this one coming

just a chair for you, some music, and him

is this like a whole damn private concert?

he has prepared an entire setlist to thrill you with selected styles of dance

even a rendition of salsa, swing, and tango argentino

i’m telling you...

if kim jongin moves his body for you like that you’ll be fucking hooked and honored and not believe your eyes

what a feast

prepare for a serious case of dropped jaw

and jongin being an absolute daredevil dancing incrementally close to your chair

he incorporates all these little moments of skinship

where he strokes your hair, your jaw, or takes your hands

while at the same time he’s completely destroying it on the dancefloor

with those scorching hips and how he works it on the carpet right in front of you

you’re about to fucking melt

what a time to be alive

the sheer shirt’s buttons are holding onto dear life as do his pants

kai’s movements are becoming extremely ecstatic

what a fucking lapdance 2.0

men have clearly evolved otherwise this wouldn’t be happening

kai dances like a king on a stage but jongin? is god-like when he dances with just one person as the audience

shiit

and because he’s very nervous

he work particularly hard to ace it

in his mind he’s already underneath you judging by how he’s moving

...you can definitely fancy a luscious private concert each wednesday

and for designated activities in the bathroom

he even made a whole 5-hour playlist of the finest songs

so he can make you grind on top of him

don’t tell me kai isn’t the master of courting

king of effort

i don’t have to tell you that this is gonna be the most sensual night you’ve ever had

kai will get to know your body very, very well

those hips never stop do they

the fact that thursday is baekhyun day right after this?

wow aren’t you exhausted

the orgasms just seamlessly continue huh

everything goes on like that 

friday you have a toy-filled, passionate evening at the studio with mark who’s doing the most 

let’s say mark just has good ‘vibes’ indeed

this almost gets as messy as your first time with lucas

have fun cleaning up that couch, canada

what a sex marathon

if you don’t have your period

there’s always a lot of action going on 

or actually. you do catch a break for the weekend

saturday you bake delicious, pistacio and pecan-crusted sticky buns with taeyong 

who also shows you the new fledgelings that have hatched in his apartment

so adorable

sunday you endlessly make out with taemin in the sheets who has of course heard of jongin putting on a show

so he dances for you as well and even does the hands-tied criminal choreo in an especially luscious rendition (aka extra heavy breathing and grinding on the floor, and doing splits that almost rip his pants)

oh yes my love

nothing really happens afterwards you just have dinner completely flustered

if lee taemin dances, sex becomes redundant and doesn’t compare anymore

but really now

the slow burn is unbearable with him for fuck’s sake

taemin knows how to work up the seduction bit by bit

you basically masturbate all evening after returning to your house

god. what to do with this guy

on monday you ravage yukhei’s dick and get all that head 

xuxi is a chaotic fella but he keeps his promises

plus you get the best full-body massage of your life

and for the first time pull out your phone to basically livestream yourself riding him

so the whole chat can watch for five minutes

yep. you learned that courage thing from mark lee

the camera work is obviously subpar but the video definitely has maximum effect

kai and baekhyun stream their reaction right alongside your broadcast

“woah woah oh my god oh my god!!”

everyone’s freaking out, everyone stops whatever they’re doing, everyone is glued to their screens, they love your body moving

you’re having a blast 

especially when you stream another round an hour later and lucas holds the camera now

his arm is perfect for that by the way

strong and stable and high up in the air

so you can do your thing on that fat dick with a bonus of the sexiest xuxi moans ever

that deep but soft tone... yukhei really got a perfect groaning voice huh

after getting steamy for almost ten minutes, you get some great close-ups of your pussy after having yukhei pull out mid-romp

because that gape is for the gods

don’t kid yourself with a dick like that inside you’ll be opening a little wider

it looks and feels even better with lucas tracing his long fingers inside of it

with the closeup zooming in even more while he’s putting his thumb on your clit 

mmh that’s good stuff

six very shaky boys are sitting in front of their phones right now being able to look um very deeply inside of you

baekhyun is basically frozen to a statue on the reaction stream and salivates nonstop it’s just running down his neck at this point

his wettest dreams are right in front of him

stretched out pussy all juicy and swollen? baekhyun’s lifeblood. he’s seeing god 

he turns up the brightness of his phone to maximum so he can see every little detail 

remember. this guy loves to be inside of you so obsessively he wants to pay rent to live in there

so he’s appreciating an HD view of his favorite place, really deep and really pulsing and really soaked

yukhei has slathered you in lube and really pushed apart your muscles very gently, no abrasion, you relaxed so nicely around him

it’s feeling good as fuck

kai who’s watching right next to baekhyun just stares with big eyes

every injury he ever got while dancing is suddenly healed 

he’s a new man his spine has put itself together his legs are reborn

taeyong almost falls off his chair when he tunes in

he’s that bewildered

he just types a big WOW and a wall of blushing emojis

the explicit songs he’s been listening to and whatever he’s been rapping about recently are nothing in comparison to this

finally someone climbed up to taeyong’s level of nastiness

and he thought he’d never find someone on eye level

secretly he loves the nice view but he won’t admit how much

meanwhile he will rewatch this over and over for the whole week at least five times a day

and then there’s taemin

| adorable 😊🤗🎀 6v6

| can you put the camera a bit closer again 👉👈

| and turn on the flash if that’s ok 😳

| ah thank you 💟

i don’t know what taemin has seen or heard or experienced in his life and what made him this way but damn he loves that graphic shit

turning on the flash makes even yukhei’s jaw drop and rub your clit even faster

he’s damn proud he could make your pussy open up to him this way as he should be 

cuz he’s really been improving his Big Cock Techniques (BCT)

mark doesn’t write anything but he’s online and streaming so yeah he’s jerking off

with two hands

baekhyun is typing how much he loves the wet sounds and how great the fingering action is

and he’s damn right. telepathy 

that’s your favorite pervert right there yeehaw

in the meantime yukhei’s brain is empty he’s just smiling bright and enjoying the moment and the attention and your body

ten is basically next door because this is the fucking wayv dorm 

you can hear him choke on his coffee and whisper ‘oh my fucking god, oh shit’ to himself

the phone almost topples into the sheets while lucas is putting all those rubs and circles into your clit but the audio is already telling the boys to watch very closely anyway because here it comes

taeyong is probably falling apart by now given how he’s posting a couple fragmented sentences that you try to decipher on yukhei’s phone

until you get close and take up filming yourself again 

so yukhei can make a video with his own phone as well

yep that’s two cameras on you by now not just one

xuxi’s been such a steadfast babe 

and he gets to see the fruits of his work. for one, just how much of an imprint he left with his cock inside you 

and second how hard he can make you cum now

those big fingers are magic on you

taemin gets all the closeups he ever needed from your camera because you hit the zoom even more

yukhei starts kissing you twice

not as carefully as he often would

it’s the really wet and passionate version this time

he films your lower faces as good as he can

those big fucking lips 

they never fail to make you get the hots

they’re really made to do all this are they

his tongue nips into you with extra saliva on board

you suck it into your own mouth and mix it with yours, and gather some more

and slip your tongue above his in return

yukhei makes sure you can hear him swallowing all that warm runny spit and moans into your mouth

guess who just blew one big juicy load into the condom

and he’s not even inside of you

jesus christ yukhei

looks like french kissing is his orgasm button 

you start sucking on his tongue when it slides back between your lips and you make them really tight and puckering

the noise is so delicious

yukhei shoots the rest of his semen into the condom

you go even harder on him, the kiss gets really deep

kai and baekhyun are literally jumping up and down on their beds by now

taemin and mark are sending star-eyed emojis

ten is definitely beating the meat next door

yukhei’s hand is massaging incessantly between your legs

he makes you feel. so. good.

when he retreats from the kiss you’re ready

you can hardly keep the phone stable in your palm

yukhei also points his camera back at your pussy again

and makes sure to catch every contraction

you know an orgasm is good when you’re going all “oh... ohh...”

even taeyong goes online to stream his reaction because you cum so beautifully

he’s actually crying and can’t close his mouth he can’t believe what he’s seeing

your pussy lips are so sloppy and stretched apart and twitching and you make sure the camera catches every bit

it takes almost half a minute until your muscles calm

you tell yukhei to clean it up with those plump lips of his

baekhyun and taemin are violently agreeing with thousands of “YESS EAT UP!!!” and “yes!! 😊♥︎🌹” text bubbles in the chat

your guys are so cute do you realize that

in order to have both hands free, lucas ends his video, puts his phone aside, and is already licking you up like a whole bowl of whipped cream

you keep on streaming on your own phone and brush the hair out of his face

the best part is catching yukhei’s tongue winding between your lips and then spoiling your pussy with big kisses very very slowly as not to overstimulate you

he’s such a fast learner he’s doing it really well

once you’re satisfied and cool off, you stroke the back of his neck and his favorite boyfriend duties are officially on pause

so he can go to pull off the condom and clean himself up, and get ready for bed after a quick mini snack

while you blow kisses into the camera, flirt with all your babes while they flirt back and even bow to you

and film your pussy all swollen and licked up but slowly closing a little bit again, ever so slightly

ten sends two little black hearts and a little “that was the most amazing thing i’ve ever seen thank you 😽”

you make sure taemin gets an extra close view of your clit and taeyong is making high-pitched squealing noises in his reaction video stream

mark goes like “yea that’s the spot!”

kai has joined baekhyun with the mouth and saliva action, they’re both licking their lips all over the place and make lewd lusty faces

they’re literally sucking and eyefucking your pussy through the camera bitch they want it so goddamn bad

oh to have their mouths on you right now to come down from your high and chill

you tell everyone how much you miss them and how badly you want them to be here

and how you want to feel all of them all over, on your skin and inside you

the chat is full of yearning and horny crying emojis now

yukhei helps you clean up the rest while you text how it felt with mark and baekhyun because they wanna know more

you talk about how yukhei’s girth is always rubbing that one spot inside and his breathing changes when it does

and you say you really loved their reactions

the members promise to be careful and discrete when they re-watch the stream and ten also says that if you don’t want it to stay in the chat some day you should never hesitate to delete it

you say no problem boys you should know me inside out, just remember to use head-phones when yukhei starts slurping at the 01:27 min mark

taeyong and mark are losing it at your puns

then you have a glass of water taller than yukhei’s dick and basically dance to the bathroom

lucas talks to the boys with his big ole smile in his pyjamas while you’re busy

oh god he is so shy

but very very blissed out. it really takes only two things to make this man happy. big plates, twitchy pussy.

a truly simple man. you like that

kai is definitely evolving from his teasing yukhei agenda in the meantime

he is sending thumbs up emojis instead of raised eyebrow ones

you lay down in xuxi’s big embrace and say goodnight to your boys

yukhei buries his nose in your hair, and kisses you on the forehead so innocently, taeyong melts in his little video square on screen

taemin is a big fan as well

he’s living true to his “explicit shit and romance” life motto isn’t he

you ask if everyone was enjoying themselves

big positive reactions all over the chat

you coo how you adore them all so much and want more of things like this where everyone is involved

eight people are going to bed very happy today

yukhei waves and baekhyun goes offline as well, as does taeyong who’s beaming

end stream

it was a masterpiece

that mark needs to recover from the very most, his entire bed is full of used tissues

and basically

over the next few hours the chat is losing their minds over and over again

everyone can’t stop gushing and telling you what their favorite part was

kai says how turned on you were was making him hard all night

ten enjoyed the wild kissing part and how wet everything was

naughty boy taemin keeps on talking about how — i quote — your insides are the best ever!! while sending flower emojis

your stream has unleashed a gigaton of sexual energy

and that basically goes on and on

until tuesday arrives

oof 

today’s the day

you know that ten is up to something 

except the little hearts and kiss comment

he hasn’t written much in the chat

oh shit oh shit what is he planning

he truly is a pisces

you know that some epic stuff is about to go down since the cats are with yangyang 

and — what

there’s a large canvas in his room with a piece of cloth to cover it

lord have mercy

he’s bringing the big guns

ten will even hold a little speech on how he got inspiration two weeks ago

only to proceed to unveil the art very shyly

it’s an elaborate pencil drawing standing about as tall as him

immaculately sketched in a realistic way

have a guess what he’s been drawing

exactly right it’s an erotic depiction of you

laying on your back, thighs spread, head thrown back

and to make it mysterious you see more of the legs rather than the crotch area

so whatever or who is giving you pleasure is entirely up to you to imagine to your liking

it’s more about how the person he drew feels lust rather than the onlooker. he drew this for your own enjoyment

he did that very cleverly and classily 

this canvas will be your utmost treasure and get such an intimate spot in your home

it doesn’t take very long until you’re mounting him and get those hips moving in a circle

ten is just full of surprises

you ask if you can photograph the drawing and upload it to the chat

ten is like ohhh!

but why not, now that he thinks about it. he secretly likes praise and visibility for his drawings so much

the post is definitely a success 

lots of exclamation marks and reaction memes for three hours straight

but who would’ve thought otherwise

ten is just massively talented, always on point

and hits the right nerve with his line of work

as your pussy can attest

yukhei is gonna tease in the chat that he heard you in the dorm and that it sounded mega hot wink wink wink

ten writes:

| my tongue hurts 

| let’s do it again next week

| i feel inspired to draw more as well

the chat explodes with hype for another two hours

multiple members come up with their own artistic takes on you

on wednesday kai presents a feral dance he choreographed for the whole morning. showing a representation of what you are to him and what he feels for you

very beautiful

on thursday baekhyun gifts you a deliberately humorous doodle titled mochi mama in the style of i dunno, probably picasso on crack

you have not seen anything like it

it’s gonna make you laugh in sad hours for many days to come

talk about come

baekhyun will have his hands busy in and on you all night

he wants to feel mama mochi and please you and make you smile

try not to climax challenge: failed several times

on friday mark blasts a song he wrote about you as soon as you put your hand bag down in the studio

100% of the lyrics are about how sexy and charming and special you are to him and how infatuated he is and how much he thinks about you all the time and how much you knock him off his feet, and how he has the biggest hots for you, jesus christ

that mark lee canada flow wants to make you fucking nut right then and there

the fandom just got his lit mixtape and he’s already working on another one i guess he sure has enough nsfw inspiration for it

all the more reasons to cum hard on his dick tonight

and make sweet love to that sexy body because mark lee isn’t the only one with the hots

then comes saturday

taeyong day

the tension is rising

you’re at his place

the sweet boo comes to put some chirping fledgelings into a towel on your lap as usual

there’s a big crispy lasagna baking in the oven, dripping with cheese and sauce with the most full-bodied herbal mix ever

damn tasty 

gordon ramsay would rate this particularly well on twitter

honestly man

we all know gordon ramsey would like taeyong’s dishes

the evening passes as it always does

so he didn’t jump on the bandwagon that’s interesting

it’s almost as if the stream didn’t happen or anything

just as you expected

taeyong doing his own thing and being just very consistent makes him so sexy and desirable to you it’s hard to explain

you just like his style of going about things you know

he’s very receptive to your impulses

you figure it’s up to you to make some steps

so when he opens the fridge to pull out a self-made, perfectly swirly vanilla-chocolate vortex pudding that’s just at the right temperature, you can’t help but hit on him like the world is ending 

but as you learned from taeyong’s example: your way

you ask him to open his mouth and maneuver spoon after spoon of pudding into it for him to deliciously savor it

giving him compliments on always making your day along with that

that bowl is empty very fast my loves

and taeyong very happy

oh yeah he was enjoying that

with his eyes closed

oh fuck

the sexual tension could rip the air in half like a mark verse

you decide to sit down on his lap all nonchalant and finish your own pudding... more than suggestively

taeyong is basically holding his breath at this point he’s a puddle

you tell him he can put his hands on your waist if he wants to

no answer needed his fingers are already on their way

you can hear how his heart is approaching a techno music BPM

at this point all you can do anymore is lean in to whisper if he likes to go to the bedroom with you

he can keep the apron on

taeyong tastes deliciously of pudding aye

you roll around in the sheets kissing so heavily

this is pure indulging you just feel how you’re sleeping with a chef

who happens to have the veiniest dick of all time

you’re definitely filled up well

sliding up and down on him deliciously for twenty minutes

really slowly and hugging each other tightly

and saying romantic things

that’s the good life

by the end of the evening the group chat gets a picture of taeyong’s world class lasagna 

and a ‘very random’ shaky picture of your hand in his hair

which baekhyun instantly comments as:

“now tyong knows how great you taste as well 🤓😁🤗“

yukhei agrees wholeheartedly and ten starts making baby don’t stop puns

kai is totally in love with the quality food 

baekhyun voices his interest in making more pictures of that kind with you. you know, hand in the hair, no big deal

kai says hurry up with it hyung, all the hair dye makes you balder every minute

baekhyun reprises his doodling and now draws a couple

it’s mama mochi with byun baldhyun

“this will be the next selca“

glorious

you’re having a damn good time

but later you feel something is going on

the whole week passes and taeyong seems to be brooding

next saturday he has a hard time expressing himself when he comes to your home 

you ask if he’s not comfortable having more sex or if he struggles with the relationship setup

taeyong says it’s not that but can’t explain any further

you go on a whim and ask if it’s a confession he has on his mind

bingo

“taeyong... if you think i’ll judge you for something. remember we’re only doing this since a couple weeks. it’s hard to know how the person really reacts if you don’t know each other inside out“

he is still hesitant

you ask him if it’s something taboo

“yeah...”

you thought so. taeyong is the least basic person you know along with taemin

guess why these two are saved for last my dear readers

you tell him that how he’s in his own lane is what you appreciate him for in the first place, it’s why you’re here with him, you love your duckling chef so much

if he wants a different kind of sex that’s perfectly him

he looks relieved and understood hearing that

and confesses that yeah... he wants to go a little kinkier with you

now you know why taeyong was acting with so much restraint

and put all of his feelings and sensuality into food pretty much

in fact the kinky sex has already started whether you noticed or not

indirectly. as in, the dynamic

truth is he wants to be a service sub

oh yeah lemme introduce you to some new things

service subs like to really cater to their dominants and fulfill their every wish not just in bed, but around the house as well

and there’s even more to it as you will soon discover talking to him about it

an apron is only the start

in case you have been living under a rock

taeyong’s duality is nuts 

he’s a completely shy mega pervert

it’s not a secret that this guy wants hardcore bdsm torture sex

you letting all that aggression loose on him for fucking sport

and being cold to him

with a bit of soft domme action as the perfect balance 

yep 

he wants you to take him out and take care of him at the same time

he’s perfectly aware he’s among the freakier and more deprived members

even ten is just casually freaky and just open for a lot of things. taeyong is deliberate

and pretty deep in the femdom community as far as his browser history is concerned

we all know assertive partners are his thing

but he’s afraid he’ll get you into something that’s a lot of responsibility

you say mister i’m familiar with your interests 

my dear you never made them hard to guess

you tell him it’s no problem for you to give it to him raw

you’ll be doing disgusting things to him that sexy face will straight up drown 

did you know?

our dear boy taeyong loves it when you spit in his mouth and do virgin roleplay

if he asks you to break him don’t be surprised

he wants to release control completely

he goes by all the rules

and i guarantee. when he comes along your dominatrix mood is gonna skyrocket he just brings that shit out in people

his mere naked body is just... how not to go nuts on him how he wants it

long story short tied up taeyong head to toe ends up immortalized as a vertical photograph

the group chat is overwhelming your notifs with wide-eyed emojis and all caps

amping up the game a little more each day are we

without even trying. hell, this just happened

where this is going is gonna be fun

sunday goes down with you grinding yourself all over taemin but you’re both clothed

you grab the back of his neck to lean in for kisses over and over and over

yes kisses are key

if not the favorite thing he does

let this sink in. if taemin overwhelms a little kitty with a hundred thousand smooches, just how kissy is this guy gonna be 

and have fun teasing his erection through his pants

lee taemin a squirmy mess? hell yeah

in classic fashion he will spend the most time of the evening on his knees getting slapped around in several blindfolds, harnesses, and wrist ties

his fantasy finally came true

i repeat what taemin has been dreaming of is reality

thank god for taeyong having you second guess his private tastes. otherwise you would not be on your dom grind now

taemin even goes as far as ordering lingerie for your encounters — to wear himself because he’s taemin

satin and silk blouses he already has in his wardrobe so there’s no shortage

i don’t have to tell you that you can spend hours grinding on his cock in a room full of candles while taemin is in head-to-toe bondage

that’s his idea of a good time and hell you are really treated to perfect eye candy, taemin’s hotness will bring your pleasure to a new level

the group chat will definitely love your photography taken from your sessions

taemin is just an utter no-compromise kinda man to make kinky love with. everything is planned he’s never settling for less than a perfect evening

where both of you really experience the ultimate satisfaction from treating your bodies to the best of clothes and toys and scenarios

give me an amen for taemin being your sunday guy because this legend of a man is your personal church

and his discography is the bible

and cum play is the baptizing my friend

so yeah huh

every day you can look forward to. monday to sunday

and not a day goes by without someone in the chat reminiscing the steamy video you did with lucas

you end up repeating what you wished that day

for everyone to be with you

so you could feel all of them 

and you say maybe it’s time to arrange something 

you’ve gotten to know each of them personally and intimately by now

and integrated them into your personal life

hell when you wake up the first thing you see is ten’s drawing across your bed

or baekhyun’s funny mama mochi art on your phone background

and you start your day literally selecting from a pile of taeyong’s freshly washed and ironed clothing stacks in your wardrobe

sitting at your breakfast table with a bouquet of flowers that kai and jongin brought you

eating food you bought together with lucas

listening to music that mark made especially for you

they’re all in your life together so it’s the right time to make some heated love together

the chat is all down you don’t even have to ask any further

baekhyun volunteers to go about his leader duty to organize the best possible venue and best possible date

cause with superm things do go 100

he asks what kind of atmosphere you have in mind

you say hard and nasty and kinky

which will definitely make the chat interested

and baekhyun was about to rent a huge modern art penthouse in gangnam

you say no need to go that expensive. you just need a large bed, no paparazzi, and an area where you can be loud. sculptures you could care less about

you have yukhei on your team, so that’s a living sculpture already 

it needs a safe haven essentially, with a dark and lusty atmosphere would be so nice

ten steps in saying he has the exact spot you’re looking for 

he has a friend who runs a declining night club in the suburbs, with some pretty attractive and grungy backrooms with plenty of space to fuck

yeah a club is exactly what you’re looking for that’s a good idea

it’s closed on monday so baekhyun and ten arrange a rental just then

of course way in the evening

with the guarantee of nobody else around

baekhyun knows how this rigged game rolls he says they need the club to perform a dance practice, overnight stay, and shooting a music video

which is only a half-lie

not “hey we are super m planning an orgy wanna invite dispatch and tell lee soo man”

regardless ten’s friend is pretty chill and indifferent anyways

and baekhyun’s money is doing the talk

you’ll be guaranteed to be left by yourself

monday evening it is. 

you already have a whole bunch of fantasies to let loose on your boys

and put it all in the chat

yo it’s called brainstorming and it sure has brain in it

you discuss

and it goes down next week 

you encouraged the members to wear what they feel best in, no dress code, no comparison thinking. you want to meet them like you got to know them, each in their favorite expression

taeyong dons a mass onslaught of fetish gear underneath a trench coat, including a fancy collar, lots of hairspray

and latex gloves. shit he’s a freak

baekhyun puts on the coziest clothes he finds and his smol sneakers but they are secretly expensive, his hair is curly and big, he put on a nice scent

kai can’t help but go black suit and lace underneath, you know him

bleach blonde yukhei gets out the tight white tee and smug jeans

creative genius ten goes all out designing his own fashion (!) with paint, he puts on sexy af glasses and goes for his signature ‘cleavage down to the belly’ look underneath a bomber jacket

mark goes for a casual suit but make it swag, with a sleeveless top underneath, yeah those mark arms go crazy 

taemin — picks his most dazzling silver outfit that looks like a rendition of mermaid scales, pointed shoes, princely hair, famous i’m so fabulous

and it’s already starting out sexy in the car before you even arrive 

because this is all gonna be glorious from the first second to the last

baekhyun and kai will do the driving

you have not one but two classy and sexy chauffeurs you hear me

yeah in their shiny black german cars with those sleek comfortable seats

baekhyun, taeyong, ten and lucas are a team

and then you get kai, mark, and taemin, including your group luggage because such a trip needs a lot of things to pack trust me

you’re with team kai on the way to the club and with team baekhyun the way back 

it’s already lit and steamy on your way there

nothing better than getting in the mood held by the greek god arms of none other than lee taemin with mark lee assisting

you’re entirely wrapped up in kissing taemin so passionately, his tongue melts into your mouth like the finest chocolate

thinking about how you were making out last week gets you going even more

as does feeling up his bulge, ugh taemin is so sensual

mark sitting on your other side being eager to attend to your thighs, your waist, your back, your hands, your hair, your stomach

yep

yukhei has been telling him about the wonders of a whole-body massage since you like it so much

mark gets his hands all over you to provide a sexy caress and wow he’s doing it well, giving everything the perfect kind of attention, always asking if you want more of this or more of that

mark loves everything about you and he knows how to make your anticipation become even more intense by dedicating time to all areas generously

you feel like he’s worshipping you head to toe

it’s the way to get turned on

mark has great soft hands and knows your best spots by now

that’s exactly why it was a good idea to sleep with the members individually at first

you could figure it all out in detail and each member could show their style of doing things, and you could teach them

mark has become an expert in skinship

while he’s kissing into your neck whispering revering things to you nobody else would understand

they’re intimate, spicy details from your studio lessons

with a romantic twist even because mark is giving you his entire arsenal, the entire palette

“i’ve been thinking about you so often...”

with jongin driving carefully and taking the lesser frequented roads 

kai is really keeping it together

the maknae backseat party is faithfully photographed by mark who sends it to the other team after taemin and you select the best shots, giggling

your favorite is a bird’s view of your cleavage with taemin kissing right between your breasts, slightly below the sternum

his hair is softly splayed over the area

taeyong and ten reply with heart eyes in the chat

on you go kissing and touching

taemin is so gentle with you and easily accepts your wild licks and bites, leans his head back so you have perfect access to his neck

by the time you arrive at the club’s back entrance, he’s marked up and his lips are mighty used

ruined neck, ruined mouth

taemin’s favorite two accessories to walk into a club with 

including a hard-on

with mark and kai strutting right after, chewing mints

...both getting hard themselves because mark loves your body and jongin has very good ears when it comes to picking up things that happen in the back of his car

and this bitch got a raging libido, so

the best part is everything is prepared

the other team already parked their car there earlier

ten had the keys to every needed lock, showed everyone around, and then baekhyun went into organization overdrive

this is the first time he didn’t clown around to distract from work since debut

if baekhyun ever means serious business... wow

your best boy taeyong has located the perfect backroom that’s shaded inside and neon-lit from the outside

the window’s aren’t particularly low-sitting so that’s a privacy plus

there’s a huge white extra oversized bed with some more great furniture and a sofa landscape

he desinfected everything to a T

and pulled out every utensil you might need from a large black bag

he walked in like he just commited a bank robbery but in reality there’s cutesy pink rope in the bag

oh well

classic taeyong

yukhei sorted and handed out the condoms plus water bottles for everyone

he’s the expert for the basics don’t come at him he’s doing a great job

after you reminding everyone of the safeword 

taemin sits down with you on the bed and you keep kissing

keeping up the flow right there

//

you beckon your lil’ adorable mochi who’s been dying for skinship

baekhyun is so turned on he wastes no time joining

still fully clothed while the other members are about to undress

you actually like baekhyun huddling up against you in his oversized hoodie it’s cute

so hey, change in plans

everyone ditches the protocol and climbs on the bed only without their shoes 

lot of ties and belts to pull them closer to you

you bring all of them together on the bed now

the feeling of having everyone around you is so electrifying, you have to distance from taemin’s seductive lips not to get some kind of adrenaline overdose

jesus this guy is trying to soak your pants like baekhyun forgot to turn off the shower

you get to enjoy five minutes of relaxed massaging from all sides to cool everything down a little

baekhyun and yukhei alternate with kissing you

yum

big plush lips plus a horny tongue

that’s a good combination

kai is definitely setting the pace of how to massage you, and how to move the body while doing so, and what expressions to make 

instead of sitting there awkwardly staring into space

remember? master of courting — that’s kim jongin

even baekhyun follows his example a bit

you’re entering cloud 9 from that whole-body massage

you can tell they’re all dancers. there’s rhythm involved

having the seven of them attend to you at the same time just hits different

that are 14 hands

70 fingers

all in sync with kai’s physical ideas, carefully yet purposefully kneading and stroking 

kai also helps everyone find a good area and makes sure everyone stays away from any precarious or sexy zones

because you’d probably get off from that in the matter of a blink

to be honest you’re already feeling heated you can’t help it

but that’s a good sign you’re definitely feeling this 

and there’s not a single limp dick in this room at this point already

baekhyun being the best people reader all over again manages a seamless transition to some water drinking

so everyone is ready to go

you wish you could do everything at once but decide to get a load of some slow body rolls against you because hell yeah

courting expert kai is sure to oblige, dance god taemin joins right in, and ten completes the holy trinity and hell does he go off

photographer mark on duty again. this moment has to be captured

baekhyun does his mood management magic and encourages ten and taemin to let out their little sounds more

kai he doesn’t have to tell

nor you because you’re already moaning

shit these guys are just too good

these bodies are machines

again bless your xuxi workout sessions

you wouldn’t keep up otherwise

you curse them because your pussy feels creamy way too early

switching to grinding on their bulges is not a better idea because it’s making you even hornier but anyway it’s your favorite activity

yukhei takes time and some effort to get fully hard so that’s a grateful job now

because you can gather yourself

you resort to using your cleavage to stop turning yourself on completely

and then your hands to palm his pants because that’s even more inconspicuous

group sex with superm? hardest early orgasm avoidance challenge EVER

is there some kind of legally accessible viagra for women

there’s no way you could turn yourself off help

you either get the first orgasm out of the way or keep it together to have some suspense in here and see the boys work hard

the decision is clear

time to bring out the toys that taeyong assembled on a table

baekhyun, taemin taeyong and ten are in the down to get tied up in various ways

lucas and kai get blindfolded and get a sexy task from you

slowly humping the mattress just for your viewing pleasure

topless for that matter

no need to ask twice there they go

photographer mark stays free and flexible. it’s always good to have someone outside bondage just in case with such a big group

anyway so you will be busy for sure

the rest of the boys strip down to only their briefs and get a good dose of spanking

ten is definitely moaning the loudest there

taeyong ends up with tied wrists in a prayer position and has his fun getting slapped around by you 

until he’s breathless and smiling to himself with his tongue hanging out

someone got his daily meal of smacking

taemin highly approves 

nobody’s surprised

baekhyun gets a quick and simple upper body rope harness that’s very easy to grip him by

and just to tease him you add some nipple pinches

result: loud baekhyun noises

cute as hell

so that’s how he’s been training himself to reach all those high notes

interesting

taemin, completely naked, has his hands and ankles tied, looking so beautiful all helpless and his cock itching for stimulation

and because taemin’s strange ‘artistic’ kidnapping fantasies that he never stops talking about cannot be ignored he gets a mouth gag for good measure

you know you just roll with their ideas

he’s a simple man that’s all he needs

you decide to put a bigger bondage piece on ten who ends up in a hogtie aka his new favorite place to be in

if there’s one guy who’s flexible like that it’s him

let’s see for how long he can take it

ten likes a challenge

you tell mark exactly what kind of pictures you want of your tied darlings and he’s well-engaged with that task

baekhyun is clinging to you a lot in the meantime

he gets kisses on the mouth 

and your open ear 

because you can tell there’s something on his mind

or rather

his ass is telling him something after you activated it with spanks huh

what does baekhyun want?

baekhyun wants the strap

and the strap he shall get

his time has come

this time the safeword won’t do so tapping yukhei’s thigh is the deal

taeyong’s kinky tool collection has a nice and thick equipment to offer, jet black black straps, jet black dildo, like it’s some kind of secret agent gear

it takes a lot of lube to get it into baekhyun’s tight and tiny ass but what’s new 

he’s not the gaping expert 

and way too busy laughing at the members’ reaction faces so his damn asshole is contracting god dammit

what a brat

next time he gets a toy for prep

only when you grab him by the harness and get into a rhythm, baekhyun throws it back

good boy

kai and xuxi are allowed to take off their blindfolds now because you have a task for them

taeyong’s toy collection features one extra long double-ended dildo, transparent and neither too slim nor too wide

if baekhyun doesn’t have that thing inside his throat i don’t know who

this shit is made for him

and you can tell he’s salivating for that

you tell yukhei to use those big hands to keep baekhyun’s head steady

and oh wonder, his long fingers enclose it perfectly

kai gets to go hard on baekhyun and fulfill his lifetime fantasy that he has had for over a decade now and jerks off to every night:

baekhyun not talking

so while baekhyun’s ass is getting properly stuffed

so is his mouth

kai has no qualms squeezing the toy into baekhyun’s throat a little more roughly

those are some pretty intense choking noises

mark steadily hits the snapshot button

some people go to pound town

baekhyun goes to silicon valley

kai is not afraid to push that thing as far as it can physically go

you’re pleased with how he’s doing it

and with baekhyun’s blowjob abilities anyway

is there a better throat in this industry? probably not 

he’s pretty surprised himself with how much he can take it

that poor ass is getting more than it can handle in the meantime, baekhyun is throbbing and whining

little did you know his prostate is so sensitive and makes his dick leak

such a shame you fully exploit that

you tell yukhei to have baekhyun move his head on his own to get into the rhythm

and get taeyong over to suck on the other end of the toy because oh yeah

let me just say these two are amazing

god bless sm entertainment 

not for any executive decisions

but for their uncanny ability to attract and assemble all the subs

lee taeyong giving head like the rent is due is a sight you need in your life

like everything, he does it roughly and properly

baekhyun is barely even sucking anymore just straight up gagging and seeing stars

because uh-oh here comes a big fat prostate orgasm

mark is clever enough to hit record on his phone

and capture a shaking baekhyun travelling through a whole bunch of universes, at least in his mind 

because that’s how strong his climax is

all he can say is thank you mama mochi and recover from this on his back

kai is satisfied with the result as well because baekhyun managed to not say anything for fifteen minutes

kai never had this much silence in his life

taeyong is still not done sucking the toy off and you let him

never step between a man and his favorite dildo

lucas takes up the task of untying ten who wants to share the other end that’s free now

and mark hands over the camera to kai who films just that

which also means mark is in the mood for you

about time to get some dick

and have taemin watch right next to you

being able to delight in mark’s wonderful technique

doggystyle

which ends up in kai joining 

which causes yukhei to join

and baekhyun to film 

the three are literally queueing while waiting for their turn

you tell them when to pull out and let the other member have you

until mark is riddled with so much suspension, the fifth thrust on his turn ends up in an unexpected hard climax

“oh my god oh my god!“

obviously kai will let loose now and cum as well, accompanied by really breathy groans

yukhei takes his time to make you moan which gives both taeyong and taemin a good show and an untouched orgasm

eventually you get to hear lucas growling his soul out

and kai bickering to pull out already

because it’s time for buffet

after getting rid of his condom, mark has been untying the very resilient ten who’s been in prawn bondage for like half an hour and five minutes now

respect

he and baekhyun team up to eat you out

yeah prepare for a dream team

while mark and kai chill on the other side of the bed

lucas on the other hand still doesn’t have enough and ends up licking your legs with his cock firmly palmed in those big hands

baekhyun and ten are doing the most meanwhile, lapping you up all sloppy

the job of the cameraman goes to a wild taemin who’s undone his safety hook 

he can’t stand this shit anymore he has to join the action instead of lying around in ropes

jeez the guy has the fun of his life playing with filters

silently giggling to himself

until kai finds out that taemin has been putting cat ears on ten and cowboy hats on lucas

kai confiscates the phone from naughty taem and decides to take up that task himself

so taemin can eat you out himself now

alright there are three heads bumping each other between your legs now

and yukhei close-by, currently nibbling at your outer thighs

can you imagine how crowded and crammed that is

you tell mark to get taeyong out of his ties as well

if you’re gonna cum he has to join the party as well

and he will not hesitate my friend

taeyong’s kinky tongue (which can make all kinds of completely unprecedented moves and slurping noises) riles up the other three to put all their effort into this

you order baekhyun and ten to line you left and right of your hips, fingering you from there

and let both taeyong and taemin get you to the point with their tongues at the same time

it’s a busy day innit

the reason is that baekhyun and ten didn’t come but you plan to change that with some dual handjob

baekhyun lets out some pretty hoarse panting noises

(yeah jongin destroyed him with that toy in his mouth for real)

once your hands grip onto their erections, almost automatically baekhyun’s fingers start going crazy on your clit and ten goes mad with his thumb right next to it

yeah he’s kept his rings on this is gonna be a sexy sight

mark and kai retire from their pillows to join at your request

mark kissing you, jongin sucking on your breasts

from this point on things are pretty much just a daze

two tongues two hands? oh shit

four people are trying to make you cum what did you expect

and three other people are licking you all over

yukhei doesn’t even care at this point he’s just straight up kissing your feet

ten is silently groaning it out, he’s pouring his seed into the condom with little twitches in the hip and shoulders

taeyong’s tongue is gonna finish you off, taemin’s lips will make you feel so good, your legs will be a shaking mess in yukhei’s hands

how to even describe this

it’s an explosion of heat and contractions

you’re going fucking crazy from all that head and tongue action god damn

mark definitely has to swallow a lot of your moans all over the place

and taeyong

also swallows

what a god-loving man

your pussy is leaking enough to feed baekhyun as well

who still strokes himself off while he’s cleaning you up with his mouth, oh boy he really developed a lot of stamina

you have your fun telling him to stop jerking himself off

so his orgasm ends up being ruined

those always mess him up

always a nice sight to have him shaking and whining and gasping

you have to roll over at some point before getting overstimulated

phew that takes quite a couple of deliberate breaths

now you have seven hot guys with sopping wet mouths on your hands, looking at you exhausted and infatuated

that’s super m for you

yukhei, man for the basics he is, hands out towels

you really gotta say he’s kept a clear head in all of this except maybe the sudden foot fetish reveal

of course taeyong towels himself down the most he’s basically covered himself with anything he could get his hands on

that face is dripping like his saturday evening lasagnas 

you help clean mark who kinda lost his mind and heart while kissing you, he needs your care a little more now

baekhyun soon snaps back into organization mode and has the brilliant idea to unpack xuxi’s and jongin’s luggage

to have everyone wearing their gigantic hoodies and sweaters

it’s warm in the room anyway but this feels so much cozier

after going to the bathroom

a ball of cuddly guys is snuggled up all aroud you faster than you can think

mark and taeyong are already sleeping they really knocked themselves out

champs

kai finds the completely forgotten phone somewhere in the sheets and turns off what seems to be a 50 minutes video

that’s gonna be fun to watch some time

baekhyun nuzzles himself to sleep against your sweater, right between your breasts

“mochi mama thank...” are his last words before he drifts off to pineapple pizza land or whatever dreamscape is in his head

probably something much dirtier but anyway

lucas and kai steal kisses from you and go off to sort out the room

jesus christ they still have the energy

taeyong’s nasty lil’ toy collection gets cleaned and reassembled, the ropes get coiled up, the towels wander into a washing machine in the other room

whose steady bumping lulls the rest of you to sleep

while taemin, epitome of taste he is, plays his best of hits on low volume with his phone

dozing off between seven guys while “heaven” is playing? 

best thing ever

the rest is history. you’re surrounded by sleepy cuddly sweater men

you actually sleep for a couple hours

dawntime you wake up cozied and sandwiched between yukhei’s tiddies and jongin’s back

which is the most protected, snug place on earth

even a nuclear superweapon couldn’t explode past that spot

they’re fast asleep

giant baby and teddy bear

safeguarding you in unison

ain’t they adorable

baekhyun is awake silently doing pilates, smiling cutely at you when he sees you’re awake, and he gets a big load of kisses i’m telling you

miraculously everything is tidy and smells fresh, and there’s a light soup in the air...

... lee taeyong got up at 6:30.

he was a whirlwind

the group gets to enjoy a 3-course classic korean breakfast 

because taeyong found the club kitchen

what kind of godly entity is this man

how did he do all of this

the club is the cleanest it’s ever been

taking care of 24 people is probably so difficult, this is actually easy to him

you depart in a good mood because damn that soup was restaurant quality and baekhyun had the idea to give you morning head to which everyone joined in

good thing the club has showers

baekhyun is still horny as hell and you want that D(elight) any time of the day 

so you fuck for a bunch of minutes in his car after dropping off the team and they giving you playful winks

you park the car behind xiumin’s house because that’s the most calm place to be

people are sleeping on xiumnin so hard, no paparazzi are around, ever

baekhyun settles there with you smiling

he didn’t sing “get you alone” with no reason

baekhyun needs that one-on-one time with you to ground himself and love you all over again big time

plus you are dying to cum bouncing on him on the driver’s seat 

while he is desperately gripping the steering wheel to have something solid to hold onto

yeah baekhyun is always ready to lose it for ya

it’s literally such a good spot to fuck

he’s strapped in all underneath you and you can see him squirm and get heart eyes from up close

you also love how your thighs meet the fabric of his pants

baekhyun’s tiny lap is already worth a huge nut you love grinding on him

those shapely thighs

with his cock peaking out from underneath his sweater

what his morning head tongue can do, his dick can do twice with ease so time for round two today

glad you have your bag with some utensils

you’re generous with lube on the condom

in fact you love spilling it over his pants a little

it looks like you’ve been squirting on him that’s why

baekhyun is down for your pervy imaginations

and gets even harder

not bad lil’ guy

time to make him moan with the grip of your walls

mochi breathes pretty hard because damn... more dick destruction

you love burying your hands in his sweater at the shoulders and just fucking ride

his hair gets messy, his bedroom gaze is so intense

his ass still hurts from yesterday but it seems to turn him own judging by the high-pitched groans and his begs for you to bounce on him harder

no problem his dick is just made to be ridden

if this wasn’t a high-tech car from the future with carbon and whatnot anybody could hear baekhyun’s um ‘vocals’ from the outside

this is so much fun oh my god

baekhyun releases with his eyes shut and teeth pressed together, his nose is all scrunched up

jesus this one got to him

he drives you to his home with his fingers shaking a little on the steering wheel

literally tapping like they do in his microphone on stage

yep this shook him up

and insatiable byun is now satisfied byun

nothing better than knowing you ruined your cupcake boyfriend in the best of ways

back at his apartment and after some extra carbo hydrate heavy food, as a pre-nap treat you grind on his thighs and his ass because why not

and gyrate him to sleep with his arms and legs stretched in all directions

both of you are still in disbelief that all of this happened

legend has it you’re dreaming of more group sex ideas that night

the next day taemin sends the champagne video to celebrate your first time together

which brings us back to the start

and that’s how it all happened

now you know

congrats on being a lucky girl

related: super m as subs

FINAL NOTE. ah shit i love this dynamic, thank you for reading 🎊

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[euphorichirim]

[prompt: base a story on a song, but use all of the song lyrics in the story.]

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A melodic laughter carried on the wind. For some reason, Diluc could see the smile that lit up whenever you would laugh. Almost in a rush, his hand drew the pen across the paper. ‘I miss your perfect teeth.’

It wasn't that he was clinging onto it. No, no, he had already told you before. It was a promise, a weak way of telling you it was okay for you to go on. He still remembered the slight hesitancy in your eyes as he cleared his throat that day, murmuring, “I'm over it, I promise that.”

Tears stung at his eyes, tilting his head back. He missed you. Oh, gods, how he missed you. There was an ache in his heart shaped with your silhouette. The breeze picked up, drawing the tears out of his eyes and down his face. He looked back out. Your favorite spot had always been here; the flowers at the bottom of the hill were moving against all the shades of the world.

He remembered you, remembered watching as you were running down the hill. Your smile was bright as you collapsed down into the field, the green material of your outfit flowing out around you. You look so good in green, Diluc always seen how your eyes looked so much brighter when the colour covered your body.

The fiery look in his eyes was so dull now as he watched out in the distance. He didn't notice his teeth were dug into his lip at the memories of you until he tasted blood springing up on the delicate skin. It was so hard not to think about you.

“I see your eyes in the flowers, you know,” the boy mused gently. You turned around, a soft tinge of embarrassment on your face, shaking your head with your gaze cast down. “I'm serious, too.”

“You're kidding, I can tell,” you tease swiftly, turning back around and crouching to the flowers. “They would match what I'm working on now, since it's the landscape from Starsnatch..”

“I'll pick a bunch for your room. Green and blue to match your pictures, yes?” he questioned, kneeling beside you. The spark in your eyes was bright as you looked back to him, nodding. “Let me do that while we're here then.”

So this is erosion, huh? The heavy weight on his chest, increasing with every breath. How come he always felt so sad when thinking of you and him? Why couldn't he be happier at the memories? Maybe, just maybe, this was his downfall. This was what finally pinched Diluc deep in his soul, enough that he was unsure of if he would ever feel okay again.

How many times had Adelinde come upon his almost limp body, slouched in a chair so he almost felt like he was sinking into another plane of existence? He remembered as she gasped; the mess in the kitchen from his sudden meltdown was something he felt was out of his normal range of lashing out.

Back then, he had just wanted something to take his mind off of everything- but he realized, with a pang of ailment, he was making your favorite food. It caught him off guard, causing him to break out in a frenzy of accidentally knocking stuff off the counters. He just wanted to stop himself from remembering all the times you had made it together.

Standing up from his spot, he exhaled heavily. The book in his hands clutched to his chest as he fumbled to put the pen in place. He was hardly composed- he had hardly been composed enough since knowing you were gone to even step out of the winery.

Diluc wished, with a heart-breaking persistence, that you realized how much you meant to him. He had never felt the way he felt about you for anyone else; Diluc noted he didn't think he'd ever feel that way again, not for someone other than you.

This little click of fate, this little urge of destiny, led the boy to turn around at the sound of rustling grass. You were as beautiful as the day you met, as beautiful as the morning sun, the midnight beach, the mid-day meadows. A smile graced your features, but part of him noticed the sadness. He felt more sensitive to this particular emotion now, and he was unsure if words would erase it.

“Diluc,” you say as your breath leaves your lips. His name sounded soft, gentle, so warm when it fell. His name, the way you always said it, was a contrast to the storm that had been circling in him. “I haven't seen you come out of the winery in quite a while, I was so disappointed when Jean told me she hadn't seen you at Angel's Share recently.. So I thought you would be here.”

“How'd you know,” Diluc forced out, albeit quietly.

“Ah.. Venti said he seen you here a lot. From the tree, he said he was able to spot you easily.”

Right. His chest tightened, thinking back on all the times he had lost himself and broke down in tears right here. Had he seen? Did he know?

“I hope you're well- Ahm, is that a bit awkward to say?” you question, fingers twiddling together. You looked so- guilty..? You looked like it was almost hurting you as much as it was hurting him, to be standing in front of each other.

Diluc wished now, as he did most days, that he was sick at the thought of you. But no matter how much he wished it, the thought of you never brought hate, disgust, or anything of the sort- only a gut wrenching pain, a sense of loss and loneliness.

“Not at all,” he lied. It was awkward for him in a crushing manner. He wasn't well, but he couldn't spill all that to you. Diluc wanted to, he so desperately wished he could just let it out to you like he used to. This was unlike him. This was not how he had seen himself merely months before.

You wondered over to where Diluc had been sitting, taking a spot near. Your hand motioned him down. “Sit with me for a while, Diluc. It's been forever.”

He hesitated, wiping any amount of tears from his eyes and taking a spot back. There was silence. Diluc was reminded of the quiet dusks with you watching the sun in the sky as it moved ever so slowly.

“Do you remember when we met?”

Of course he did. Diluc had a sharp pain in his chest, looking at you through his younger eyes for that very first time. If he hadn't met you during that walk back to Mondstadt, then maybe he wouldn't be in so much pain. And yet, seeing you for the first time in his mind all over again- It was hauntingly sweet.

Your face had flushed as you collected yourself, apologizing profusely to the man who had just saved you. Diluc oddly found it endearing. Sure, if someone were in trouble and he helped, they would thank him, but you were one of the first to ever apologize. You were charming in a loose sort of way, with your sparkling eyes and polite words.

“Trying to run away from all of those is like trying to grind up rocks with your molars,” you exhaled heavily, trying to adjust your hair as best as you could. Pieces had slipped out of the small hair decoration which seemed to keep it out of your face. “I'm so sorry that you had to help me. I wish I could have done it myself but I-”

“It's okay. I was, perhaps, too blunt when I said everyone around here is useless.” He extended his hand. You had curiously took it with a small shake. “Diluc. That's my name.”

“y/n.. An unfortunate time for you to stumble upon me, but nonetheless, the pleasure is mine.”

You smiled, staring out at the world. “I never stopped feeling guilty about that. I've become more composed about.. Hilichurls, slimes, the sort. Still, it's something I doubt my mind will ever let down, and I was too young to understand it then. I was still upset I couldn't handle it on my own. I'm grateful you passed through that day, though.”

A few more moments of silence passed.

“I remember a lot of it,” Diluc's tone was hushed as he spoke. “Maybe a bit clingy of me, and I get it now that it's too late, but I sometimes.. get drawn off by memories.”

You nod, biting into your cheek. Diluc could always tell when you did that, not only by the slight movement of your cheek, but because you brought your knees up to rest your chin on every time you did it. “I guess I got to my head, you know? Maybe if I had learned to be a little more honest, a little more giving- maybe.. Maybe you wouldn't seem so sad, then. That's all I want.”

Stunned by the unexpected statement, Diluc opened his mouth to say something, but it wouldn't come out. All that was threatening to spill were all the emotions he wanted to share with you again, the tears were begging to build up and overflow the edges. “It's not your fault,” another lie left.

Both of you were at fault. Diluc had a hard time learning how to hold onto things that meant so much to him and you had a hard time learning that sometimes Diluc was unable to say the right things at the right time and was always a few steps behind you.

The usual straightforwardness of his words was somewhat lost. He felt as though that piece of him had hidden away around you. It was possibly to stop himself from saying ‘I love you.’

Because he wanted to say it. You were the only person in the last what? 8, 9 years? You were the only one to hear those words fall past his lips. He may not have said them on the daily, but he thought you knew. Everything he did was for you, he'd do it all over again for you, he'd always do it for you. He couldn't stop himself.

Your eyes were somewhat sparkling as they trailed to the sky. Diluc didn't know if it was from the tears or the memories of the chapters you had spent together. “You know, Diluc.. I hope you love yourself. Maybe that's something that was missing, something that could have made everything better. I want you to love yourself as much as I love you, as much as you said you loved me,” your voice dropped ever so quiet at the end. “Please. Take care of your body and heart.”

Diluc turned his head away, throwing his own gaze to the grass. “I take plenty care of myself. I'm not some sort of masochist,” the boy mumbled. But he knew he didn't, he knew he tore himself apart looking at things that were yours, traces of you in his room. Your favorite book, the pen lying on his dresser you had so quickly snatched from him on so many occasions to grab his attention. Was it self hatred, self loathing? Or was he simply unable to ever get over you-

“Diluc don't give me that,” you quietly exhaled, putting a hand on his arm. “I'm serious. I know how you are. You get caught up on things sometimes and you don't realize it.”

The touch was enough to spiral the nerves through his body. How wrong of him would it be to pull you into his arms? He wanted to curl his fingers into your hair as your cheek pressed against his shoulder, as your arms tightly surrounded him and allowed him to feel your heartbeat pounding in your chest. Diluc needed that feeling. He needed it more than he needed air, but he'd never act on that impulse.

“Venti told me that you didn't seem to be working at Angel's Share much. That's not like you. Can you be honest with me for one minute? Just one, Diluc.”

Almost hesitantly, he turned his eyes back over to you. It was the tone in your voice that reminded him so much of those last few days, when Diluc realized everything seemed to be falling apart and he struggled to put it together. “It depends on what you need my honesty for. I still have my dignity, you know.”

A quiet sigh left your mouth. “I do know. But- do I.. Do you hate me? Do you not want to see me? Because I'm sorry if this was an unwanted encounter..”

At that he snapped to full attention. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, mouth parted in confusion. “No… No why would you think that? y/n I could never hate you. I can't bring myself to feel anything towards you on a negative scale.”

“You avoid me, you avoid me like I'm- like I'm a disappointment. When I try to find your eyes in a crowd, all I can find is your back turned towards me as you walk away. Diluc I can't stand that, I hope you think of me still as your friend, not as someone you have to not pay attention to.” You shrank back with your words, voice tightening. He seen a tear leave your eye and he felt like everything was falling apart for a second time.

This was the second time in his life he had ever made you cry right in front of him. “You're not a disappointment to me, (y/n). You're such- such a good person, and I'm proud of you still. That won't change. It's just hard. I find you, and you look so good with him and you look so happy. I hope you feel happy, anyways. I'm just not ready to face that yet,” he managed out in a hushed tone. “I don't know when I'll be ready, but it's not now.”

“Do you promise you don't hate me?” Diluc could hear the quiver in your voice. You were scared. He knew that sound well. “I just don't want to do anything to upset you. We both did that enough.”

“I promise I don't hate you. I will never hate you. There's no reason to.”

Your head fell onto his shoulder, eyes tightly shut. “Then I hope you won't hate me for this. Just this once.”

It hurt, yes. It hurt to feel your warmth back on him, but he didn't hate you for it. All of Diluc's focus was put on not caressing you, in fear of finding that attachment he had back at the surface.

“I'd never.”

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[kittinoir]

Phantoms Ch. 12

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Adrien couldn’t think of a single place he wouldn’t rather be than anywhere else at that particular moment. He’d even trade places with Chloe, wherever she was, if it meant he could get out of this particular date.

Unfortunately, no switch - or miraculous rescue - was likely to take place.

It didn’t help that he’d just spent the majority of his afternoon with Lila’s nearly-naked body pressed skin-to-skin against his - the unfortunate reality of his father’s new swimwear line - while the rest of the team fleshed out their plan. He wasn’t ignorant to the fact that Lila had pushed nearly every advantage the skimpy clothing had given her, as much as he’d pretended to be oblivious.

But all Adrien had truly felt was frustrated; Lila was the last person he wanted to be around.

Pair it all with the fact that in a couple hours he and his friends would be infiltrating his fathers’ very private study, and all Adrien wanted to do was disappear into his four-nozzle shower until the steam melted him straight down the drain.

Things had slightly improved, at least: he was fully dressed now in a suit from his father’s last collection, still new enough to be considered on trend. Even as Adrien admired the fabric, he couldn’t stop the image of Marinette in a matching gown from entering unbidden into his mind. It would have been midnight blue and covered in a thousand little crystals that shimmered when she moved. She would have looked like magic and he would have been the luckiest man in the room.

But he’d never see her in that dress. She wasn’t his date tonight. If it was any consolation, he was willing to bet she was about as excited with her date as he was with his. Felix’s mouth had positively puckered when he’d discovered his part in their plan; it would have been funny if there had been anything remotely humorous about the situation.

But it was hard to laugh at much of anything when you might be sharing a home with a super villain.

“I’ll go over there right now,” Plagg had declared, half way through the wall of the fencing gym where ‘Adrien’ was supposed to have been that morning while Chat Noir patrolled. “I’ll prove it. I’ll sort this out, once and for all!”

But Adrien had stopped him. He couldn’t say it was truly for any one reason. At first he’d been erring on the side of caution: Adrien’s schedule was booked and he wasn’t due to return home until he arrived at the gala that night. He couldn’t be kwami-less if there was an akuma attack.

Then it had come down to practicality: if Adrien knew, he wasn’t going to just wait to pull off their plan. He’d cataclysm right through the floor. And unfortunately, the reckless part of him knew he wouldn’t tell Marinette about it, either, because she would try to stop him - and she’d be right. They needed the little time they had to plan.

But hours later, the waiting felt unbearable. Marinette had called with the details on his too-brief lunch break. It was simple - almost too simple. It required him to do the impossible: disappear in a crowd. Now Adrien’s skin itched with the pent-up adrenaline trying to burn through his system, begging for action.

“You ready, kid?” Plagg asked, drifting up over Adrien’s shoulder. Several empty camembert packages lay discarded on the couch in Adrien’s trailer.

“How does anyone prepare themselves for the fact that their dad might be the monster that’s been terrorizing all of Paris for over a year?” Adrien said instead. He wasn’t even being sarcastic, he genuinely wanted to know. Who could possibly come out of that kind of trauma unscathed? He doubted even Marinette’s magical ladybugs could fix that kind of damage.

“…I’m here for you,” Plagg said, unable to meet Adrien’s eyes in the mirror as he made the gesture. “You’re the best owner I’ve ever had. I won’t let you go through this alone.”

“You think it’s him?” As much as the facts lined up, as much as they always had, Adrien had never been able to let go of the hope that it was all one big coincidence. After all, what were the odds Master Fu would hand one of the most powerful Miraculous to Hawk Moth’s own son?

“I think even if it’s not, you’re going to have a hard time reconciling the fact that you thought he could be,” Plagg admitted as he came to rest on Adrien’s shoulder. “Don’t shut your friends out, Adrien. That’s how you spent months looking for her in the first place.”

Adrien blew out a hard breath, turning from the mirror. As usual, Plagg had no issue bringing up the one thing he didn’t want to acknowledge.

“I don’t know how to share this,” Adrien said as he reached for his blazer. “Because if I do, then that means that it’s all - ”

Real.

Even then, he couldn’t admit it. Not until he was sure.

“Lets get through this party first,” Plagg suggested, disappearing into the blazer pocket as Adrien slipped it on. “No point in unwrapping cheese you can’t finish.”

Adrien finally cracked a smile at that, but it died quickly as a knock came at the door.

He knew what he would find when he opened it, but that didn’t make it any easier to see Lila standing on the other side in a gorgeous red gown.

“Wow, Adrien, you look amazing,” she cooed, leaning in to run one gloved hand down his sleeve. “I wish I’d known which suit you were going to pick.” She pouted. “I would have dressed to match.”

He doubted it; the only way Lila dressed was to kill.

“Sorry,” Adrien said, begrudgingly offering her his arm. “My father chose it. I didn’t know which one it was going to be until after the shoot today.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Lila said, waving away his comment as they made their way to the car waiting for them out front. “We still make a stunning couple.”

He didn’t bother to correct her. She always insisted it was just a figure of speech or a slip of the tongue. If she wanted to live in her own fantasy, he wasn’t going to waste his time correcting her.

And yet, he found himself oddly grateful for her incessant chatter as they headed to his fathers’ fundraiser. Anything was a welcome distraction from what he was about to do.

“Ooh, look at the press, Adrien!”

The car ride hadn’t felt that long, but sure enough, she was right - they were already pulling up outside his home.

The normally stoic Agreste mansion was nearly unrecognizable. Enormous floodlights had been erected strategically around the house, and as Lila had already noted, piles of paparazzi were spilling out of the for-once-open gates. The sight of his fathers’ car had whipped them into a frenzy.

Alright then. Showtime.

Adrien waited until his bodyguard made it around the car and opened the door for them before alighting from the car. The man his mother had raised him to be made him wait for Lila, even going so far as to hold a hand out to help her from the car. Shame nudged him as she stepped smiling and waving onto the deep green carpet that led to the front door; she had her faults, but she wasn’t an evil person. He was upset with his father’s contracts more than anything. As frustrated as he might be, he didn’t want to embarrass her in front of these reporters. No one deserved that.

So he held out an elbow for her and smiled back as she took it, holding it even as a dozen flashbulbs went of in their faces.

As far as press lines went, it wasn’t the most painful one Adrien had experienced. Thankfully contractual obligations kept the reporters focused mostly on the fundraiser they were there to support, though every now and then they couldn’t help but to ask them if Paris’s heartthrob was locked up at last. Those questions Adrien was always quick to answer. The one time he wasn’t, Lila made a comment that implied if they weren’t yet, they would be, soon. It became a little difficult to maintain his generosity of spirit after that.

They’d nearly made it to the front doors when the flashbulbs erupted again.

Both he and Lila paused to see what the commotion was about, and Adrien felt his heart stop altogether.

She was so much more beautiful than he’d imagined she would be, but that was to be expected; he never could do her justice. She’d worn her hair down for once, a pink ribbon the same colour as her dress woven through the strands.

At that moment, he could have kicked himself. Contractual obligations be damned; he’d been stupid not to cease this opportunity with Marinette. He’d have done anything to be the one escorting her that night.

And just as suddenly, he realized he didn’t want to shut her out. Through the bad, maybe horrific things, for the good, possibly amazing things, he wanted to share it all with her. God, he couldn’t think of a single thing more beautiful than sharing a life with her. Even this night, this impossible evening, with the wrong girl on his arm and his father on the other side of the door, even if it made it all real…because it could be real.

“Adrien.”

Lila’s hiss drew him from his stupor, and Adrien abruptly realized that despite his best intentions, he’d likely embarrassed Lila anyway. He wasn’t actually sure how long he’d been staring after Marinette, but she and Felix had certainly drawn a great deal closer.

“Shall we?” he offered. He wouldn’t insult her further by apologizing; they both knew he wasn’t sorry.

“Of course,” Lila said. Her tone was sweet, but it set Adrien on edge. It was then he realized that Lila was now staring at Marinette, though she allowed herself to be guided through the doors.

“You didn’t say she was going to be here,” Lila snarled once they were inside.

“I didn’t realize you were supposed to approve the guest list,” Adrien said. “Regardless, I can’t control who my cousin chooses to bring as his plus one.”

Lila’s eyebrows rose. “Felix? She’s here with Felix?”

“She’s not here with me,” Adrien said. Regrettably. Stupidly. Pridefully.

That seemed to placate her. “That must be tough,” Lila guessed with empty empathy, leaning her head on Adrien’s shoulder as they entered the ballroom. The space had always seemed to Adrien to be nothing more than an embarrassment of riches. No one had balls anymore, and if they did, the Agreste’s wouldn’t. Still, his father had insisted it was historical and had had it restored with the rest of the home before they’d moved there. Regardless, it seemed to be the perfect place to hold that nights’ function.

“Father’s outdone himself,” Adrien said as they took in the crowded room, choosing not to follow Lila’s particular line of conversation.

“It’s spectacular,” Lila agreed.

Roses from their own garden had been woven in among some very realistic looking ivy that twined around the many pillars around the edge of the room. Mannequins displaying the pieces to be bid on were set between them. A string quartet was playing something jazzy in the corner, and several waiters were making rounds of the room with trays of champagne and h’ours d’oeuvres.

“Shall we?” Adrien asked, nodding to the floor where several couples were already dancing.

“Absolutely!”

Adrien let Lila pull him onto the floor and into a dance, even if she was closer than he strictly wanted her to be. The only person he’d ever danced this closely with before was -

He didn’t finish the thought. He couldn’t afford the distraction. It was nearly time; the only person they were waiting on now was Kagami.

“This is so nice, Adrien,” Lila murmured as they turned. “We’re perfect. Why won’t you - ”

“Don’t, Lila,” Adrien said, bringing them to a stop. “All we are is friends. All we will ever be is friends. And if you can’t respect that, all we will be is co-workers.”

Lila scoffed. “She’s here with another guy and still you won’t - ”

“Enough!” Adrien took a step back, until her hands slid off his shoulders. “This isn’t about her. It’s about me. And the truth is, she could tell me she hates me and I would still feel how I feel. You’re done. After tonight, consider yourself relieved of your duties. You don’t work for my father anymore.”

She looked as though he’d struck her, and some distant part of Adrien dimly thought that if he’d been trying not to embarrass her, firing her in the middle of his father’s fundraiser was probably not the best way to go about it.

“You…can’t,” she sputtered. “You can’t do that.”

“You’re right,” Adrien admitted, but Lila’s relief was fleeting. “But my father can, and he will once he hears about how unprofessional you’ve been.”

He almost wanted to laugh. He doubted neither he nor Lila would have much of a job after that night if they were right, but he wasn’t going to put up with this. Not anymore. He should have realized a long time ago she would never stop.

“Please, Adrien,” Lila said, latching onto his arm. “Don’t do this. I’m…I’m sorry, it won’t happen again, I - ”

The stupid thing was, he wanted to believe her. He wanted to give her another chance.

But he could still feel the press of her skin against his, and he knew he was out of chances to give.

“I’m sorry, Lila,” Adrien said. “You’ve left me no choice. Excuse me.”

He stepped out of her grasp a second time, and this time he didn’t stop walking until he’d made his way to the secluded table in a shadowed corner where non-alcoholic beverages were being served. He poured himself a drink, then another. He was almost to the bottom when Kagami finally slipped in with Max on her arm. He watched as she made eye contact with Marinette, then sought him out. He stepped forward into the light and caught her gaze moments later. A nearly imperceptible nod was all the indication she gave - and all they needed.

Adrien watched as Felix and Marinette left the room first, seeming to all the world like just another couple interested in exploring the house. His heart pounded, begging him to follow, but instead Adrien turned back to the remaining guests, counting down the ten minutes until he was supposed to leave as well. That was how long he’d estimated it would have taken him to extricate himself from his date; he hadn’t been planning on efficiency.

It felt like hours before the ten minutes was up, but when it was, Adrien gave one more cursory glance to the ballroom, scanning the faces for prying eyes. Lila had apparently thrown herself into the arms of the first person to show interest and seemed bent on illustrating, most likely to him, what a great time she was having without him. Still, he took a roundabout way through the room and exited through the gardens, as though he were simply looking for some fresh air. He wasn’t so naive to think she’d let his sleight go without an attempt reconciliation - or revenge.

Adrien made his way slowly through the gardens, looking for all the world as though he was simply enjoying the evening. At least he hoped he did. Even his acting skills were stretched to the breaking point against the torrent pouring through his head. It was wordless at least, but it blocked out everything else but this single task ahead of them.

Too soon and not quick enough, Adrien found himself in front of the doors to his father’s study. He didn’t give himself time to linger; the last thing he needed was to be spotted outside the doors. Normally they’d be locked, but Felix was supposed to have rectified that.

He knocked once, then twice, their simple signal that it was a team member and not a staff member, before twisting the long handle. The door gave without protest and he slipped inside.

“You’re late,” Felix said without looking up. He was kneeling on the floor behind Gabriel’s desk, running his finger along the carpet. He’d found the seam of the hatch, Adrien realized. Neither he nor Marinette had transformed yet, relying on the excuse of two kids overextending their welcome versus two superheroes actively breaking into Gabriel’s office should they be discovered.

“Did you have trouble?” Marinette asked. She seemed relaxed, but her eyes guttered - or were those just the shadows in the dark office?

“Took the long way around,” Adrien explained, calling on Chat Noir’s transformation before crossing to Felix. Chat Noir’s night vision would be more helpful than his ordinary eyes. “Found anything?”

“The hatch is in the same place as it was in the photo,” Felix grunted as his fingers slipped off the slender seam in the floor, “But other than that, nothing. No latch, no button, nothing.”

“Maybe he opens it from his tablet?” Marinette suggested, but Chat Noir shook his head.

“Nathalie holds onto that,” Chat Noir explained. “My father would want to be able to access the hatch at will, not page someone to activate it for him.”

“The desk then?” Marinette said as Felix stood.

“Pretty minimal for a desk,” Felix muttered as he began to run his fingers across the chrome surface.

But that was his father, Chat Noir thought bitterly. Minimal office. Minimal family. Minimal love.

They all paused as Max and Kagami joined them at last in the office. If Kagami was uncomfortable to be in the same room as her ex and the object of his affections, she didn’t show it. He owed her an apology when this was all over. He’d owed her one for some time.

“Not there,” Marinette said to Felix as Max transformed near the window. Kagami kept watch at the door. “Look. The hatch doesn’t match up with where you’re standing.”

Felix snarled in frustration. “So what does it line up with?”

“The portrait,” Chat Noir said suddenly, looking past his cousin to the painting in question. “There’s a safe behind it; it’s where the Grimoire was.”

“You think the mechanism to the hatch is in the safe?” Marinette asked.

“People like my mother and Gabriel Agreste are obsessed with convenience,” Kagami chimed in. “The mechanism is likely not in the safe, but perhaps in the frame of the portrait?”

“Good idea,” Marinette said, joining Chat Noir at the portrait. “It does line up from this distance.”

“And the angle of Queen Bee’s photo makes more sense,” Pegasus agreed as he analyzed the space between the desk, portrait, and where they were standing. “I knew something about it was bugging me. There’s a 98.6% chance Kagami is correct about the latch in the frame.”

“I like those odds,” Marinette said with a grim smile.

“Let’s hope the rest of the night is as successful,” Chat Noir murmured as he turned back to the frame.

He was vaguely aware of Pegasus using Voyage behind them, of Alya and Nino and Luka joining them in the office, of Marinette, always Marinette, just a few feet away, but it was all secondary to the portrait in front of him.

He’d always thought of the portrait as proof of his father’s grief. Now Chat Noir wondered. Was it one more deception? One more lie, spoon-fed to him so easily because he wanted so badly to believe it?

He found his eyes wandering, tracing the familiar whorls and patterns in the paint. How many times had he stood in his father’s office, looking just past his father’s shoulder at the portrait, knowing the berating would get twice as bad if Gabriel thought his son wasn’t paying attention? How many times had he sought comfort in the likeness of her gaze, in the imitation of her soft smile? How many times had he stood in his father’s office, willing Emilie to step from the frame and lay a restraining hand on his father’s shoulder?

But she never had, and Adrien had been left to weather his father’s moods alone. How many hours altogether had he spent staring at the painting -

Chat Noir frowned, his eyes snagging on a piece of the portrait.

“What is it? Marinette asked, noticing the change in him at once. Perhaps she felt it, as he often imagined he could when something went amiss with her.

“This part here,” Chat Noir muttered, raising a finger as if to touch the painting. “It looks…wrong…” How could he possibly explain that there was a shadow where there hadn’t been before?

“Whatever you’re thinking,” Marinette murmured, “Try it.”

Chat Noir hesitated for only the briefest moment before he reached out and pressed a finger to the canvas. To his shock, it gave way beneath his hand, sinking into the wall.

A button.

“It didn’t do anything,” Felix hissed, stalking up behind them.

“It wouldn’t,” Chat Noir shot back, scanning the portrait for more irregularities. “Convenient, yes, but careless? Father would never make something easily accessible.”

“So what’s the hitch?” Rena Rouge wondered out loud.

“My guess?” Max said, his transformation worn off, “Multiple buttons. Each one increases security exponentially.”

“So how did Chloe find it?” Viperion wondered. There was no judgement in his voice, just open curiosity.

“We can ask her when we find her,” Felix said tightly. “We don’t have much longer.”

Chat Noir hated to admit it, but Felix was right. They’d already been missing too long.

“Tikki?” Marinette called softly. The tiny red kwami poked her head out of a hidden pocket in the folds of Marinette’s skirts and briefly assessed the room before zipping up to hover in front of her holder’s eyes. “Do you mind? The portrait itself, not the safe behind it.”

“Mhmm!” Tikki gave a cheery nod before disappearing into the canvas in a cascade of red glitter.

“Maybe that’s how she did it,” Nino murmured in the abrupt silence. “Maybe Pollen found it.”

“It’s possible,” Tikki chirped as she reappeared. “Six buttons,” she explained as she bounced along each one, “That need to be pressed simultaneously in order to trigger the trap door.”

“Thank you, Tikki,” Marinette said as the kwami came to rest in Marinette’s upturned palm. “I guess…this is it.” She turned to look at Chat Noir, and he realized everyone else had done the same. It was his plan, and his father. They would go on his signal.

“Then let’s go,” Chat Noir said.

The team backed up as Marinette and Felix transformed. In seconds, Marinette’s voluminous ballgown had been replaced by the upgraded suit Chat Noir was still trying to get used to. Felix emerged from a bright white light in the silvery, wolfish suit he’d chosen, hammer at his hip.

“Good luck,” Max said before slipping back out the door. Chat Noir knew he would be heading back to the party. If everything went to plan, Max would be refuelling Kaalki for Alya, Nino, and Luka to slip out when they returned while simultaneously keeping a lookout for anyone headed to the office.

“My turn,” Rena Rouge said with a grin. “Mirage!”

Four perfect replicas of Marinette, Adrien, Felix, and Kagami appeared in the middle of the room, soft smiles on their lips. If someone looked closely, there was a vacancy in their eyes that belied their creation, but Alya was unlikely to give anyone that opportunity

“Go,” Rena Rouge instructed, barely opening the door for them. The illusions vanished into the hall, but Rena paused before following them. “I’ll keep it going as long as I can.” The plan called for her to refresh the illusion as often as she was able, keeping the foursome as far on the fringes of the party as she was able.

“Just do your best,” was Ladybug’s hushed reply. Her friend nodded, then disappeared.

“Now the hatch,” Chat Noir said.

Koira didn’t hesitate as he stepped up to the portrait and plunged his fingers into the buttons.

The hatch dropped away with barely a whisper and the same dark tunnel from Queen Bee’s photo appeared in the floor. Chat Noir’s excuse from that morning fell to pieces; it wasn’t a second safe. The passage was far too deep for that.

“Why didn’t she come for us?” Ladybug whispered as she stared into the abyss. “Didn’t she think we would help her?”

“With what?” Koira asked roughly, kneeling by the opening. “A hole in the floor? She wanted more proof. She went to get it.”

Chat Noir could sense there was more to it that Koira wasn’t telling, but he couldn’t tear himself away from the passage long enough to think on it.

Even then, Chat Noir knew what they were going to find. Felix was right. Chloe was right. Marinette had been right. He knew it in a way he couldn’t explain, the truth suddenly and mercilessly settling along his bones. Maybe a part of him had known ever since Marinette had first brought up the possibility, when she twisted his perspective for just a moment and the entire puzzle had fallen into place. Maybe he hadn’t wanted to know, and now he had no other choice.

“Let’s go.” He barely recognized his own voice, but he didn’t care. The cool rage that had consumed him blocked out everything else.

“Chat Noir…”

He felt a hand on his arm and shook it off. He knew who it was. He knew what she would say. But he was not sitting this out. He’d been sitting out for too long. If they wouldn’t go, he would.

So he stepped into the shaft and let himself drop for several seconds before bracing his hands and feet on the cool metal sides to slow his descent. He felt rather than saw someone slip else into the tunnel, then again, and again, and again as the whole team made their descent. A green flash briefly lit the passage as Nino erected a shield over the office, their last line of defense.

It felt like hours. It felt like seconds. But when Chat Noir finally fell those final few feet and plummeted into the brightly lit, cavernous room, it was as though fate had snipped the thread of his life and he’d fallen into a new reality - a new nightmare.

“Sonofabitch,” Koira muttered, straightening from his drop beside Chat Noir. “She was right.”

Chat Noir didn’t know if his cousin meant Marinette or Chloe. He couldn’t bring himself to care as first one, than three, then dozens of butterflies flitted by them. It wasn’t an attack, he dimly registered; there were just so many it was impossible to step anywhere without encountering at least one akuma.

He started as someone laced their fingers through his. He glanced down, and there she was, as fierce as ever, still standing by his side. Unflinching. He wanted to squeeze her fingers back, but he couldn’t feel his anymore.

Viperion dropped in last and briefly surveyed the room. “Should I…?” He touched two fingers to his bracelet.

“No,” Chat Noir said. His voice sounded a million miles away, as though someone else were speaking. “I need to know this. And I need to see this to be sure. My father…is…”

“Hawk Moth,” Ladybug said. “Viperion, Koira, Ryuuko, see if you can find Queen Bee. We’ll join you in a minute.”

The three of them nodded and split to tackle the room in different directions.

“Talk to me,” Ladybug said. He recognized it as a request from his partner, who needed to know if he could still be relied on.

So he reached for that confidence, that surety that had never failed him. Of course he could be counted on for this. Of course he would never let her down.

Instead, he laughed. It started as a short giggle, but once he heard it, he couldn’t stop, doubling over at the waist, tears streaming from his eyes as he laughed and laughed and laughed.

Through his fit, Ladybug didn’t let go of his hand.

In the dim recesses of the room, they heard Koira shout: he’d found Chloe. Chat Noir laughed harder: his father had really upgraded to hostages.

“What…are…the odds…?” he finally gasped, straightening in fits and starts. “The whole time…the whole time!” And just like that, it wasn’t funny anymore. He’d known things would get worse before they could get better. He just hadn’t anticipated how much worse, or how personally.

He didn’t see the akuma coming. There were so many of them in the room, it was no wonder. He only felt it as it sank into the bell at his throat.

One second they were standing there as unbridled rage poured through Chat Noir.

The next second, it felt as though someone had grabbed hold of that rage with two hands and yanked. Suddenly, he was choking on it.

Ladybug had started talking, unaware of what had just happened, but it wasn’t her voice he heard.

“So you finally found me, hm? Unexpected…but not unwelcome.”

The rage had taken on a life of its’ own, seizing Chat Noir in away he couldn’t understand or see past. Only one thought remained, nearly destroyed by the tidal wave: Hawk Moth couldn’t know.

“What can’t I know, Chat Noir?” the voice came again. “Your identity? Or perhaps hers…?”

“Hate…you…” Chat Noir thought back viciously. He wrestled for control, but it was no use. There was no way out of the emotions Hawk Moth had whipped up in him.

“Mmm, yes, I can feel that,” came Hawk Moth’s reply. “I’ll let you have your shot at me, boy - if you bring me Ladybug’s Miraculous.”

And Chat Noir wanted to. He was tired. He was tired of fighting. He was tired of fighting monster after monster, just for things to stay the same. He was tired of being lied to. And he was tired of letting Hawk Moth dictate the game.

Which was why he finally gave in.

“Yes.”

#Phantoms #Phantoms ch. 12

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Himmeløyne [26/?]

Pairing: Loki Odinson x Reader

Catch Up Here | Masterlist

Warnings: Thor as a poor comedic device? Speed running though important scenes honestly??

A/N: This chapter was meant to be all fluff at the end but it ended up being too long so I've broken it up.

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~Loki

 The healers rushed to his side. His peripheral bombarded with too many arms and hands. Too many strangers. He shoved them away. Now wasn’t the time to worry about scrapes and bruises. He had to get Y/N back. He had to make sure the others were alright. But first, he needed to speak with his father. Convince him somehow.

His body still felt strange. Half-asleep. As if half-drunk. He tried to open a portal to the throne room but his magic fizzled, weak. It took him twice as long to reach the large doors to the throne room. Two guards were posted by the entrance. Their lances crossed to block entry.

“Stand aside,” he commanded.

The guards barely flinched, standing their guard like rooted trees.

“Is this how it’s going to be, Father? Your son returns to you and you imprison those that saved him?” Loki shouted at the large doors, ignoring the guards’ presence, since they were so set on ignoring his orders. There was no reply. Not even a peep. He sneered. “Will you not face me?”

Again, no answer.

In a fit, he balled his fists and shouted, “Coward!”

The guards tensed, as if afraid of that very word. But when no ramifications fell upon him, Loki turned on his heel and headed for the library. If his father was to be no aid, his mother would be his last hope.

 The library looked strange. Not how he remembered leaving it. It was still drowning in a frenzy of loosened papers and books, but there was more order. Someone had tried to clean it up. Tried to make it right, but with little effort. His mind wandered to Y/N, burning the midnight oil, perusing through countless books for answers. For comfort.

The magnitude of her actions hit him the hardest in that space. The one-room in all the palace he treasured had become the one place she could turn to for comfort. She never gave up on him. She changed to save him. That was more than anyone had ever done for him. He had brought so much chaos to her life, and yet she chose to be by his side. Now it was his turn, and he was prepared to change the world for her, if need be.

 He searched every hiding place he could think of for the tome, he even tried calling out to its magic, but nothing worked. Something was blocking it from his magic, and someone had managed to magically untether it to the library. The question was: was it intentional or not?

“Where is it?” he shouted to the room, agitated.

A bookkeeper halted in his steps when he caught wind of Loki shuffling the books off the shelf, leather spines and pages ruffled by a magical wind.

Loki turned when he sensed another presence in the room. The bookkeeper seemed frozen in place, unsure of what to do. Just as he remembered himself, and his etiquette, Loki stalked close, a sharp edge to his tone. “You there, bookkeeper, where are the rest of the volumes?”

“Other volumes?” the bookkeeper stammered briefly. Then, a spark came to his eyes, a look of relief. “Oh, yes! A few of the tomes were taken out by the Midgardian wit—”

Loki narrowed his eyes at the bookkeeper, making him wince.

“T-The Midgardian woman.” 

“Where are they now?”

“The Allfather ordered all magical tomes to be sent to the scryers after the queen dis-disappeared, your highness. A few were found in her possession,” the bookkeeper kept his head anchored low, afraid to meet Loki’s gaze.

Loki dismissed the bookkeeper with a sigh. The scryers were on the other side of Asgard, in a fortress that was guarded around the clock. He had tried to enter its grounds numerous times as a child. And each time he was discovered. Only one other person had ever snuck into the fortress undetected. Thor.  It was a mystery Loki had tried to pull from Thor like teeth. But the stubborn brute never gave up the secret.

He rubbed his temple, speaking to himself, “Well, I suppose a thousandth try couldn’t hurt.” He set out in search of his brother.

 Thor was passed out in the great dining hall. Loki was thankful that the mead smell had mostly vanished from the warm space. Thor was grumbling in his sleep. His snores disturbed by faint sentences.

Loki tried to hoist his brother onto a chair but struggled. He grabbed the washbasin that was filled with chilled water and splashed it over Thor’s form. The large Asgardian prince woke up in a fright, arms swinging, a raspy battle cry dying out as soon as he saw it was Loki that had rudely interrupted his moping time.

“Loki?” Thor’s voice perked up. Some of his spirits seemed to as well.  “I’m not dreaming am I?”

Loki rolled his eyes, “Please, brother, if this constitutes a dream, you really need to get out more. Now get up, for once, I actually need your mind for something.”

Thor blinked several times, hand reaching out to touch Loki’s robes. When Loki swatted him away with a snide comment, Thor beamed at him.

“It is you!” Thor sprang up as if he didn’t have half the tavern’s supply of mead in his system and crushed Loki in a hug. “Ha-ha! Little Stormbringer did it! She said she would. I—I didn’t think… If Father couldn’t… but that’s no matter. She did it, you’re awake!”

“And you reek, let me down,” Loki grumbled.

Thor ignored his brother’s protestations and held onto him a few seconds longer before setting him down. Loki wondered how long his brother could keep that oafish grin plastered to his face.

Thor pushed his hair away from his face, sniffling. “Where is the Little Stormbringer?”

“The guards took her away,” Loki said, making a point to look out of the window so he seemed impassive. His fist was shaking, so he motioned his body away from Thor’s direct line of sight. He could feel his throat go dry. Control was becoming harder and harder to maintain the longer he stayed awake—the more time he had to settle into his body and feel the residual shock ebb away.

“What? Why?” Thor’s eyebrows drew close together, making him look serious. The energy shifted in the room.

In the back of Loki’s mind, he wondered just how much his brother cared for Y/N. He felt a little less like an outsider knowing that Thor’s first reaction was surprise, followed by anger. Much like his own reaction.

Thor picked himself up off the floor, “We must speak with Father. Clear everything up. He’ll—”

Loki placed his hand on his brother’s chest, no force to stop him in his tracks. “It was by Father’s orders. What I’m going to ask of you, what I ask of you, is to go against the Allfather’s wishes. He won’t listen to me. Chances are, even if he does grant you an audience, he won’t listen to you either. He thinks you too green. Me, too reactive. We both know how stubborn he can be when he makes up his mind.”

To Loki’s surprise, Thor didn’t argue, he just let out a grunt of affirmation.

“There’s only one person who can sway his decision. Or challenge him on equal footing. We need to get Mother back.”

Thor nodded. Then, after a moment, he looked up, quizzical brow cocked high. “By the way… where did you hide our mother, Loki?”

Loki opened his mouth but felt a flush of heat. Maybe embarrassment. Maybe regret. He cleared his throat and stared at a spot on the tiled floor before answering sheepishly, “In a book.”

“You trapped our mother in a book?” Thor guffawed. “Are you mad?”

“Relax, it’s an ancient magical tome. Supposed to house an endless labyrinth of false worlds in it. Mirror images of real places. She probably thinks it has only been a couple of hours,” Loki put on airs, pretending not to be the slightest bit worried. In truth, he didn’t really know the full purpose of the tome. He’d traversed it before, but only for a few hours. He had no idea if being inside the book tome for extended periods of time came with any consequences. For that, he’d just have to hope for the best. “I hope,” he whispered to himself.

Thor muttered something under his breath before sighing. He knew better than to start an argument over at that moment. Emotions were high and everyone was still raw. Still reactive, as Loki described it.

Loki reached for a jug of water and splashed it over Thor again. His brother shuddered from the cold water.

“I’m awake!” Thor yelled.

“I know, it was for the smell.”

“Oh…” Thor shook the water from his long hair and took a deep inhale that popped a few of his joints. “So what do you need form me?”

“I need to know how you snuck into the Scryers’ Fortress when we were kids.”

Thor smirked, “That’s easy. I didn’t. There’s a hidden entrance. Father showed it to me. Told me to keep it a secret from you. Said you were too mischievous for that place. Too many strange things. Powerful things. And Mother had only just begun to train you in the arts.”

 Loki ground his teeth. He hated the fact that he saw reason in Thor’s explanation. Right now, Loki just needed to be angry at Odin. It was his right. And no amount of reason would stifle that fire. He wouldn’t let it. Not until Y/N was free and in his arms. And safe. “Just… lead the way.”

 The secret entrance was hidden in plain sight. Masked behind a pantry shelf. Loki heard a tear of fabric in the pitch blackness of the passageway. Then Thor struck a small knife against the stoned walls. An effort to make fire, no doubt. Loki smelled oil and held back the urge to sigh. With a flick of his wrist, he magically conjured flames into the hanging oil lamps that lit the way. The tunnel was a straight shot, long but narrow. Thor was forced to press his arms inward. Loki managed to walk through it just fine. Though, both brothers had to duck under the hanging oil lamps.

Loki counted sixteen until the passageway came to a dead end. Thor pushed three unmarked bricks and a concealed door lifted to their immediate right. A gust of wind welcomed them. The smell of mould and sulphur made Loki’s eyes water. They were in the basement of the fortress. A place that housed dying things—or dead things magically preserved.

“Let’s not linger here,” Loki said, generating an orb of diminishing light above his fingertips.

“Aye, I agree,” Thor held the torn fabric from earlier over his nose. “I can smell blood.”

“As long as you keep yours inside your body, we’re fine.” Loki said dryly, mind filled with questions and awe. He fought against his nature to pry further. “Don’t touch anything.”

Thor was inches away from letting his hands touch a dusty, old, shrivelled head that was locked behind a barred box of wrought iron. Perpetually frozen in a look of inconvenience. As if being decapitated and store was more of a bore than torment.

Thor folded his arms like a little boy annoyed at being told what to do. “I wasn’t going to.”

“My mistake,” Loki chided, marching towards the only other door in the room. “Hurry along. I don’t want to have to deal with any reanimated corpses or thousand-year-old curses simply because you have itchy fingers.”

“I do not have itchy fingers.”

“A toddler’s then. You crush everything and make a mess around you. Each of your fingers are practically the size of sausages.”

Thor looked down at his hands and frowned. “They are not!”

“They are too.” Loki opened the latch to the door, wincing when it creaked.

“Not!” Thor shouted, slamming the door behind him.

“Shut up.” Loki held his breath and counted to three. He pointed to the endless staircases that crisscrossed and overlapped from one floor to the next. “Save your breath for the climb.”

The guard patrols in the hallways were seemingly random, proving to be more difficult for Loki and Thor to slip past and commit their movements to memory. After passing two scryers in long, hooded robes, Loki used his magic to disguise himself and Thor. A shimmer of green the only evidence of their change in appearance. After a run-around, chasing their own tails and being lost in the complex architecture of the fortress, Loki finally felt the magical essence of the book tome. Somehow, his mother’s perfume had infused itself around the tome. It smelled of lilacs.

“This is it,” he said, brushing his fingers over the cover.

Thor relaxed his shoulders, no longer visibly tensing. Loki’s hand hovered over the cover once he set the tome on the ground, a hesitancy to his actions, the shine of glass in his eyes.

“Well?” Thor asked, impatient. A patrol cast shadows into the small recollections room.

“Give me a minute, my magic is still a little rusty,” he stalled for time. Loki was wracked by doubt, wondering if his mother would be glad to see him. Or angry. Or impartial. “Okay,” he said, steeling himself for the inevitable. With a flick of his wrist, the spell was undone, and Frigga began to form out of light and ink and pages torn from the opened book. In those brief seconds, Loki was a child again. Small. Afraid of disappointing her.

Frigga took a long, deep breath. Her face was unreadable. It took a second to orientate herself, but she wasn’t surprised, or the least bit confused.

“Loki?” she said, softly, blinking the light that poured in through the window away. “Thor?”

Loki stepped back. Now it was his turn to make himself smaller. “Mother, I—I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to… I was angry and I—”

Frigga rushed to his side, hugging him close, “Oh, Loki, I’m glad you’re alright.” She looked over to Thor and beckoned him closer so she could hug him too. Thor’s frame brushed up against them, making the hug wider. “I’m glad you’re both alright.”

Loki was shocked. He had expected anger at worst and a tongue lashing at best, but not this. Not warmth and joy and not the slightest hint of disappointment.

Loki was stumped, no words came to him. He truly was a child again, hiding under his mother’s embrace. “I—”

“Hush,” Frigga said. “I know. You have nothing to be sorry for. It is we who should apologise for keeping you in the dark, your father and I.”

 Loki hadn’t sorted through all his emotions yet. He couldn’t offer forgiveness as freely as Frigga had just done. He couldn’t quite muster anything beyond his need to correct his mistakes. One hurdle at a time until there was peace.

“Mother,” he looked up at her, thankful that her face looked exactly the same. “I need a favour. Heimdall and Y/N have been imprisoned by Father. I need you to evoke the rite of conscription.”

Both Frigga and Thor’s eyes grew large.

Frigga composed herself, thinking of the gravity of Loki’s request. “That hasn’t been evoked since the war… How do you know about the law?”

“I read a lot,” he tried to keep the atmosphere light with a smirk.

Frigga let out a breathy laugh, “Yes, I suppose you do.”

“I was searching for a loophole. In case—” he couldn’t bring himself to admit he had spent hours trying to find ways to keep Y/N close, through law if need be, in case Odin chose to send her back to Midgard. Away from him. Forever.

“You wanted to keep her close,” she said knowingly. “You care for her deeply, don’t you.”

“And whose fault is that?” he said coyly.

Frigga hummed in amusement, “Mine, I suppose.” Then her demeanour turned serious again. “But, you do know the Rite of Conscription is absolute. A life sentence. Once bound, it cannot be undone.”

“I know, but that is the only way.”

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[yandere-wishes]

Aquaphobia //Yandere Leviathen x reader//

Oh, have I never mentioned that I am MORTIFIED of water and literally any sea creatures...no? It must have slipped my mind.

For this story, I'm making a few assumptions. 1) Levi can turn into some sort of sea monster-like thing I'm assuming it looks like a cross between a Megladon/Giant squid/ Sea serpent. 2) He can communicate with sea creatures. 3) The giant horrifying aquarium that basically makes up his back wall is in reality linked to either an ocean or somewhere that houses a bunch of dangerous sea beings. 4) In addition to sea animal communication Levi posses Aquakinesis

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For as long as you can remember water has always haunted you.

The large bodies of H2O particles have never failed to shake you to your very core. 

In every single nightmare you ever recall, you are drowning in one of those shallow blue celestial bodies. The colorless liquid invading your mouth, clawing its way to where your lungs rested, joyously filling and choking them. 

Sea roamers of all kinds flocked to your drowning corps, millions of eyes drinking in your defenseless form, from the beady black shark eyes to the yellow cyclops eye of a giant squid. A fraction of a second later and those beastes were sinking their fangs into your tender flesh, large tentacles wrapping themselves around an arm or leg and tugging it until it detached from the rest of your corps. 

But in the end, you always woke up, always resumed your day as if nothing had come to pass the night before, back then you knew that it was only a nightmare....however this time you weren't so sure. 

Out of all seven brothers you'd always dreaded Leviathan the most. You had nothing against his "otaku" like ways or his unkempt appearance. No, it was simply what he was that made you keep your distance. 

Yet the third born seemed to have other plans for you. Leviathan hates "normies", the average demons and humans that overpopulate the earth, mocking those like him who have hobbies and likings that are "abnormal" in their eyes, forcing them to live shameful lives of isolation. Due to the superiority of normies in all three realms Levi had never once come across someone as abnormal as himself...that was until the new exchange student had arrived. At first, they had seemed to be just like anyone else, a normal human with absolutely nothing extravagant about them. But as time progressed Levi became aware of just how similar the two of them were. She would spend hours talking to Mammon about the newest anime or the latest level of the video game she was playing. Her tone was always so excited and pure, eyes gleaming and radiating happiness. But Mammon never understood, he simply scuffed and made some degrading comment about her being a nerd or worst then Levi. 

Maybe it was then and there that Levi had decided you were the one. That if anybody angel, demon or human would ever understand him, ever be this alike to him, it would be you, it had to be.

You didn't want to go to his room. You'd avoided it like the plague after Mammon had described the bathtub bed and giant aquarium that drew its water from one of the Devildom's massive oceans. The avatar of greed had even vividly described how the ceiling tiles could pull away, reveling yet another large aquarium for a roof. 

It sounded worst than any haunted house, a place you would never dare venture into. But this time you didn't have a choice, try as you may you couldn't get out of this. 

Earlier that day you'd awaken to something cold and yet trailing down your visage. The mere texture of the substance had jolted you from your slumber, the fear of the colorless liquid had bounded itself deep into your body's habits and subconscious. Eyes dilate, body frozen, tears at the brink of falling. A moist want reached out and cupped your chin, turning your neck too briskly that you were sure you heard a few bones "pop". A squeal escaped your lips only to be met with an instantaneous "shh, be quiet".  Your (eye color) orbs landed on the third born, his eyes housed a sort of sick glee it matched the sadistic twisted smirk he dawned on his face. Maybe it was the adrenaline pumping through your veins, maybe it was the fact that you'd just awoken and your brain was still partly asleep. Either way, you could have sworn that Leviathan's teeth had somehow changed. They where long and jagged, bending at roots were they sprouted from his gums, to top off the horror thin lines of thick juicy crimson highlighted the tips and betweens of his shark life teeth. 

By now you had begun to sob, tears flowing non stop from your puffy red eyes. Your body was frozen you dared not move, vocal cords had given up and your tongue laid dead at the bottom of your mouth.

"Hello, princess sleep well?" Despite it seeming so innocent there was a sort of mocking laced into the question.

You noticed something in his other hand. A large familiar blue-colored plushy with a gasmask was suffocating in this grasp. That was a rare collectible you'd somehow managed to win from a Crain game back in the human world. You never slept a night without, feeling safe whenever you held it in your embrace. When you'd arrived in the Devildom you'd practically begged Lucifer to retrieve it for you. It had taken all so many tears and tantrums, in addition, to agree to take over his chores for the course of two months. The day the firstborn had carelessly tossed it to you, had probably been the second happiest day of your life. 

Levi let out a cruel giggle as he brought your prized possession closer to your face. His long nails dug into the fabric of its forehead as he dangled it before your eyes. "It's kinda cute, what show is it from?" This time round he sounded genuin, no inanity to be heard. Yet you didn't speak still petrified and stiff. 

One heartbeat

two heartbeats

three heartbeats--

"Fine! What you won't talk to me cause you think you're better than me?!" You shook your head slowly, the gesture barely being noticeable. Yet he picked up on it. He let out another string of offensive giggles "You're scared, right? Afraid the big bad sea monster will eat you?". Oh, God how desperately you wished you could run. Find Mammon or Lucifer and cling to them. To find any means to get away from this monster. 

His fingers fell from your face, he turned without saying another word and made his way to the door. As he opened it, he called behind his shoulder. " If you want it back, come to my room at midnight and come alone" He then slammed the door abandoning you to your thoughts and terrors. 

In short, that was why you were standing in front of the door that would lead you to your personal hell. You had no desire to step foot into his room and yet it was the sole means to retrieving your stuffed monster. Hesitantly you lifter your hand to knock, your finger had not touched the wood when the door creaked open and something slithered around your arm and dragged you into Leviathan's room. 

"I-I'm h-here know p-please give it back--"

Your back collided with the cold tiled floor. You let out a scream of pain before Levi's hand was shoved over your mouth. 

"Be quiet would ya?" His orange and purple orbs gazed into your wide mortified eyes. He let out a sigh and his gaze softened. "(Y/N)...I-I've never felt this way about anyone before...well maybe Ruri-chan and Sugar Frenzy's lead singer for a short period of time, oh and this one...nevermind! Look I-I feel like your something different okay. I g-guess that I have a little crush on you. Noting big alright! But-but what do you say (Y/N) will yo be mine? We'd make a great couple! We like the exact samethings, share practically the same opinions. We are meant to be one!" Slowly he lifted his hand from your mouth, an excited smile playing at his lips, his eyes sparkled with joy and exhilaration. Maybe if you'd have time to think this trough you would have felt bad about what you next words where. 

The second his hand was removed from your mouth you shouted.

"NO! No no no no no! Never! I can't I just can't your a freaking sea monster you--"

No sooner had the words left your mouth that you felt your head accelerate forward and then get smashed on the wet hard floor. The notion repeated again and again. You where sure you were bleeding, some sort of concussion must have formed, your sight was blurry and spots were dancing everywhere. 

"You stupid normi! You tricked me! I thought you were like me! That would actually love someone like me! You made me freaking fall in love with you, you bitch!" 

He twisted your head to the side and pushed your face into the floor. "You're scared of water aren't you? Your sacred of what lives in the water too right? Is that why you don't love me (y/n)? Cause I'm some sort of water freak? Well? Damit answer me!"

"Yes" you choked out "y-yes L-Leviathan, I'm scared of you!" He let out a furious sigh, his tail wrapped around your neck and hosted you up pressing you into the glass of the aquarium. An odd noise filled to room, something alike to buzzing yet..somehow very different. "You know what's funny (y/n)? I may be some sort of freak, but I'm also the only thing keeping you safe from the horrors behind the class." 

Something was swimming closer and closer, it's figure getting bigger and bigger. The teeth and large snout and hulking dorsal fins soon became evident what was coming toward you. You screamed, the noise echoed and bounced from one wall to the next. Your throat started to bleed and go raw, your mind blank with the loud ringing of alarms or was that your heart trying to break your ribcage and runaway?

As the monstrous shark swam only a few centimeters away from the glass, you could feel the sensitivity and life drain from your corpse, blackness taking over. You tried to remain awake to grip on to conscious, darkness was not friendly for it only showed the monsters face, the image burned permanently into your brain. 

As you slipped away into a stygian dream world, Levi brought your limp body to his chest cradling you gently and sweetly kissing your forehead. He waved a hand dismissively at his "pet" and watched for a second as it swam away. He lifted you up and brought you over to his bed. Placing you carefully inside. He placed your stuffy next to you and stood up admiring the aesthetic of your sleeping form. You were so gorgeous when you weren't scared or defensive. 

"You're mine (y/n), finally! I'm never going to let anyone else come near.. you never!"

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<<PREVIOUS⏺<<CONTENTS>>

1.3.7 SATURDAY NOVEMBER 1st. 9:38 AM‬

Warren County, Illinois

Diego's cellphone, or what was left of it, sat smashed and broken inside a large plastic bag marked EVIDENCE. The bag sat inside a large white crate on a metal folding table, under the canvas tent in the parking lot of the hospital that Ben Meeker had alluded to earlier. Ben had just set the crate down on the table and as he was stepping out of the tent, Officer Kinnerly a/k/a Doughboy passed him, presumably headed to his cruiser in the parking lot.

“Kin, where are you going?” Meeker barked.

Doughboy stopped, eyes wide, “I was headed over to the high school, Mitchum just called and said they needed help setting up the tents and stuff over there.”

Meeker sighed in relief, “Thank God! Come here, I need you to do something for me.”

Doughboy followed Meeker into the tent, Meeker pointed to the crate, “This is all the bagged evidence from the crash out on 57. I need you to take it over to the high school and put it with the other evidence there.”

Doughboy looked down into the crate. Among the cellphone were other odds and ends in the bag. Gabriel Couture's White Sox hat, Brad Doyle's marijuana pipe, the tail to Zoey Bailey's cat costume. All were soaked in blood.

“I know you're not a courier Kin but everybody's all tied up and I had to bring that shit over here myself so if you wouldn't mind--”

“No,” Doughboy cut him off, “Don't worry about it, it's no problem sir.”

Meeker clapped him on the back, “Thanks, thank you so much.”

Ben didn't give Kinnerly a chance to respond. He stepped out of the tent, and back into the frenzy of activity. Agent McGrath stood with Dick Spencer and Fred Colbourne who was talking with the Governor. Mr. Salazar from listened on as well. Fred was making animated gestures with his hand toward the building as he spoke.

“We have the fire eliminated now, we can begin retrieving casualties immediately. Right now we have everyone tied up in--”

The Governor cut him off, “What caused the explosion?”

“There was a supply closet opposite the front entrance adjacent to the triage and nurse's stations. According to the plans and what we've found inside, this closet was filled with flammable oxygen tanks. A large explosion seems to have generated from this area and then spread through the nurse's station very quickly with all the paper files and what not.”

“And no fire suppression sounded, no alarms, nothing?” The Governor's eyes were ice cold.

“It seems,” Fred began slowly, “the power supply, and back-up power supply to these systems failed.”

“How in the world...?” The Governor started but she didn't finish.

There was a commotion behind the group and all turned at the sound of yelling and cursing. The guard gate had been forced open, and a group of officers now stood on patrol outside of the guard-shack, which was still wrapped in caution tape. A white Cadillac with gawdy gold rims and tinted windows so dark you couldn't see through them at all burst through the checkpoint, scattering police officers in it's wake.

The Cadillac roared to within ten feet of the group and the engine died. Bob Dodge stepped out of the driver's side. His eyes were blood-shot, his hair disheveled, a fine shadow of the beginnings of a beard on his face. He wore a wrinkled white dress shirt much too small for him and a blue tie much too short for him. Only one side of his shirt was stuffed in his khakis, also too small for him. To be fair, the clothes didn't belong to him and they were the only articles of clothing Lou Martini had that were even close to Dodge's size.

Meeker looked at Fred who winced at the sight of the mayor. Agent McGrath gaped at the sight. Mr. Salazar looked at the Governor questioningly, while Dick Spencer frowned and blurted, “Who the fuck is that?”

The Governor growled.

Literally growled.

“Well look who decided to show up,” the Governor said.

Bob Dodge rubbed his nose nervously, “Well you know how I like to make an entrance,” he quipped. No one was amused.

Bob looked passed the group at the hospital, “Holy shit, what the hell happened to this place?!”

“Well it seems someone definitely has to catch the Mayor up on the day's current events,” the Governor said scowling, “I don't think it's time to recap last night's events to those who have actually lived it.”

Meeker stepped toward Dodge, “I'll handle this,” he said to the group and then looked back at Fred, “Cheif Colbourne, I believe you were telling the Governor about the generator and why the fire systems failed.”

Dodge croaked a nervous laugh, “Oh no, did we have another one of those damn Gennies fail Fred?”

Meeker grabbed Bob's arm. Bob winced, “Oww!”

Ben gritted his teeth and said quietly, “Shut up Bob and come over here with me.”

“Dammit Bengie that hurts,” Bob said, but he was walking nonetheless.

From behind them they heard Fred Colbourne recount why the generators had failed to fire up. As they drew closer to the tent, Ben began:

“Where the hell have you been all night? I've been blowing up your phone since before midnight!?”

“I was at Lou's party..duh.”

“Don't 'duh' me, tuck in your damn shirt.” Meeker scowled.

Bob began struggling in vain to tuck in the undersized garment. “Where the hell is Leigh Ben?”

Just then a fire fighter sprinted up toward the other group and yelled for Fred. “Chief! Chief!”

“What is it PJ?” Fred asked.

“Cables are in place. We are about to lower Sherriff Brackett down right now.” PJ replied.

Ben looked at Bob, “Well I guess you're about to find now aren't you?”

NEXT>> (Coming Soon)

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[i-love-you-all]

Spoon-fed nights

A/N: I wrote the scene but it didn’t fit the longer story. This is the full version of the WIP with the same name. This is just one part of the story (the non-smut part). The full thing (with the smut) will be on AO3 on Aug 30th as I’m struggling while editing the ending. I’ll reblog this when it’s available.

Tags: Mature (Language, and themes.), Sova/Breach, ~1.4k words

It made Sova’s arms pulse with pain from staying in this position for too long. It took all his concentration and effort not to let his fingers tremble. His abdomen was slowly burning from holding himself up like this. He knew he was in good shape, but he could feel a bead of sweat forming on his forehead. He was extremely focused despite suffering the punishment from this task at hand.

All so none of the salad dressing would get on Breach’s facial hair while he worked on something.

It was laughable really, and if Sova had walked in on this, he would laugh at himself as well. However, when Breach really focused on a project, he gave up many aspects of his everyday life. Meals were one of them because it required at least one free arm to eat, and often made a mess on his worktable. And while he’s never explicitly said it, Sova worried on the days when Breach’s body finally caught up to his mind when he’d be in terrible moods while trying to hide the physical discomfort or his fatigue. So, something new he did with Breach whenever he was in these working frenzies was make sure that the man ate. He had his own stool at Breach’s work bench, carefully making sure the man was eating at least one meal a day.

Sova was also the one to start the sensual touches, or the sickly-sweet kisses to try and persuade Breach to go to bed with him. That part didn’t always work though. His willpower and stubbornness were both something Sova admired and hated.

The routine faded into a regular occurrence now, and Sova knew how to angle the fork so Breach could keep his eyes on his project. He knew how much food he could balance on the utensil without letting any of it fall onto the bench or Breach’s clothes. He even figured out that it was easier to dip foods that required sauces rather than let them be slathered with the sauce from the start. Breach hated when anything got into his beard and mustache. He always said it was annoying to clean out thoroughly, and if he wasn’t careful, it would leave a strange smell and irritate his skin when he shaved. For what it was worth, Sova had to admit that Breach’s facial hair was soft and always smelled nice. Sometimes, he would even use some of Breach’s products to shave his own face even though he refused the few times Breach offered to buy him his own set.

At least no one batted an eye when Sova walked towards the dorms with a plate of fresh cut veggies and a little ketchup cup of salad dressing. They generally assumed it was a Russian thing. While there was a sense of fulfillment in seeing a man so wrapped up in his own thoughts break out of it momentarily just to smile at him whenever he walked in with a plate of food, it really didn’t help how his arms were burning right his moment. It wasn’t that a fork was heavy, no, it was just that these feeding sessions took so long. There were moments when Breach even forgot to chew the food, and Sova would need to nudge his cheek. That, and it was such mindless work that he felt boredom often tugging at his thoughts. Thoughts like how he wants to try a new bow, or a new type of arrowhead. Thoughts like how handsome Breach was or how good he smelled.

He would tease Breach with the food if he didn’t think he’d be kicked out.

There was no doubt from Sova that if he proved to be more of a nuisance than a help, Breach would politely – or not so politely – ask him to leave. So, even though Sova toyed with the idea of jerking the fork away as Breach turned his head, he would never actually do it.

At least now right now. Eventually Breach finished off the salad with a little comment that Sova was trying to turn him into a rabbit, and Sova was allowed a quick moment to hold him and give a light kiss on his lips before he left the room.

“I’ll be back later with a snack before bed.”

Sova used the couple remaining hours of the evening to practice his shooting, being lulled into a pattern. It was familiar. The kickback of the guns, the smell of gunpowder, even the feeling of taking off the earmuffs and finally hearing everything without the muffle made him forget the time. Not that Breach would mind. Before heading inside to prepare something for Breach, Sova took a lap around the facility. It gave him time to think. There were fresh grapes Skye had offered him earlier in the day. They were truly meant for Sova who loved the taste of fruits, but he wouldn’t mind sharing the last few harvests of the fruit if it was with Breach.

With care, he removed the container of grapes, smiling at the smell of just… nature. It was a hard contrast to the smell of oil and metal in Breach’s room right now. Still, with care, he washed the fruits and walked back towards the dorms, making sure that he wouldn’t get spotted sliding into Breach’s room without even knocking. Of course, Breach was still working, and it didn’t even look like he had moved at all.

“Back already?” Breach spared a split-second from his tinkering to look up at Sova. “Has it been that long already?”

“Four hours, Breach. It’s almost midnight.” Sova took a seat next to him and held a grape up to his mouth.

Breach gratefully took the grape letting his tongue lick over Sova’s fingertips while holding eye contact. “I won’t be too much longer. One hour.”

So, Sova dutifully sat next to him, feeding him and lulling Breach into a pattern where he would look over mere seconds after swallowing the previous bite. It afforded Sova a close up to his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down with each swallow, a look into his clear blue eyes, and a closeness to the loose strands of red hair flowing freely around his neck and shoulders. It also gave Sova an idea as the end of the hour drew near. Instead of holding each piece of fruit in his fingers and having to suffer the feeling of Breach’s lips around his fingertips, Sova popped the grape in between his lips and held it there.

As expected, when Breach turned his head to take the next bit of food, his lips wrapped around the fruit but paused as he must’ve felt the change. The eyes flickered to Sova’s in confusion before a single eyebrow quirked up in an amused glance. He quickly took the grape from Sova who leaned back to chuckle at how fast Breach chewed and swallowed, never breaking eye contact with Sova.

When he leaned back in, Sova eagerly met him halfway for the kiss, relishing the sweet after taste of the fruit. Mixed with the smell of his skin, of the room, Sova was ready to climb on him right that moment.

“I assume we’re doing more than just sleeping today?”

“You need to workout eventually. Don’t want your muscles going soft.”

Breach nipped at Sova’s skin in response, eliciting a moan rather than working as a punishment. Seeing how his little warning went unnoticed, Breach placed his lips against Sova’s skin to retort, “As long as it’s not my dick going soft, I didn’t think you’d care.”

Sova rolled his eyes and eagerly resumed the kiss, lifting Breach up by his shirt and pushing him onto his bed. They wrestled for position as the winner would be granted control over the night, though Sova often willingly gave it to Breach. After all, when he treated Sova so kindly and with so much care, it was easy to let him have his way. It went on for a minute, maybe two before Sova finally pins Breach’s arms over his head. “All I wanted,” Sova pulled away, panting, “was for you to take a break.”

He got a chuckle in response, one he felt on his own chest. “This is a break, isn’t it? I can finish up after I deal with you.”

“You’re going to sleep after this.” Sova muttered. It wasn’t an ask. This was a command. One that Breach would definitely follow, even if it meant wrapping himself around his muscled body and metal arms like a koala to a eucalyptus tree. Breach couldn’t carry Sova forever.

#Valorant #valorant fanfic #val breach #val sova #Sova/Breach #my writing

[razieltwelve]

Crazy Draft Games

Well, I just went 7-2 in MID premier draft.

I started off by doing my usual rare drafting, which netted me quite a few rare cards. It was a weird draft. Blue initially looked open in pack 1, but it got shut down in pack 2. I had to switch into black, which stayed relatively open the whole way through. I still needed a second colour, and I tried green in pack 2 before that suddenly got cut along with white, which had initially seemed open as well. Instead, I pivoted into red and was able to snag several solid cards.

I ended up in UBR, which actually wasn’t awful mana-wise since I got an Evolving Wilds, Mystic Skull, the UB rare land, the BR rare land, and the Celestus. Here’s what I put together:

The highlights of the deck include:

Memory Deluge

Moonrager’s Slash

Eaten Alive

Olivia’s Midnight Ambush

2 x Purifying Dragon

2 x Morbid Opportunist

Basically, the plan was to try to survive the early game by using blockers and removal in conjunction with the Opportunists before closing things out with the dragons, a Ghostly Castigator, Mystic Skull, or Tavern Ruffian. Memory Deluge, the Celestus, and Arcane Infusion were there to help dig for our good spells while Lunar Frenzy meant I could win from nowhere. Although the deck wasn’t fast, its curve was good enough to punish people who didn’t do anything for the first few turns.

My first three games went well. I basically curved out, used removal to kill anything dangerous, and then dropped a dragon or Tavern Ruffian to win the game. However, things got tricky after that.

I got run over by a super aggressive GW deck to go 3-1 before promptly getting blasted by a really cool-looking UR spells deck to go 3-2. I got things back on track by winning against a UB deck trying to leverage graveyard synergies. They didn’t have an early drop, so my Falkenrath Pit Fighter got in for way too much damage, and they weren't able to stabilise thanks to some timely removal and my fliers.

At that point I was 4-2.

The next game would be one of the best I’ve played in a long time.

My opponent was UW, and they had a really, really, really good deck. They began the game by playing a bunch of early beaters and trying to overwhelm me. I managed to stabilise, and I thought I was ahead when I played a Ghostly Castigator and a Mystic Skull against their Galedrifter.

That was when things began to go wrong.

They blew up my Mystic Skull and sacrificed one of their little guys to fuel Grafted Identity on my Ghostly Castigator. If that wasn’t bad enough, they had the counter spell the following turn when I tried to kill the Castigator. They followed that up with a Teferi.

Yeah.

I was pretty close to conceding at that point. It’s pretty much impossible to beat an active Teferi when your opponent has a huge flier, a little flier, and you don’t have anything that can block flying, not to mention the biggest thing you’ve got on your side is the 1/3 guy who gets bigger when spells are cast.

Still, I decided to stick it out. I drew the Celestus and managed to kill the Teferi after using Lunar Frenzy to blow out their blocks. That still left me facing down two fliers with no removal and no way to block them and with the ground gummed up with small creatures.

He hit me down to 2 life over the next few turns, and I would have died if I hadn’t drawn a small flier to chump with and if the Celestus hadn’t been constantly digging and gaining life by flipping Day to Night and back again. Finally, with no more blockers, and staring down 5 power in the air, the Celestus triggered due to my opponent not casting a spell the previous turn.

I drew Memory Deluge and discarded a card from my hand. Knowing that I needed to hit removal and something that could block flying or I’d be dead, I managed to hit Eaten Alive and Purifying Dragon with just enough mana to cast both. I blew up the Grafted Identity creature and played the dragon, turning it to Day, which allowed me to draw and discard again and gain a life.

Suddenly, my opponent no longer had any good attacks, not that I could attack either. Instead, he continued to build up his board, hoping to get enough attackers out that he could force through the last points of damage. The Celestus said no.

Every turn, I was using its ability to draw and discard and gain a life, and that let me pull way ahead on card advantage. Soon I was on 5 life, and with the opponent only having a 1-power flier and no way of giving anything haste, I could start attacking with my dragon.

They tried to force through damage, but attacking was a minefield for them since I had a Morbid Opportunist out and enough blockers to keep from dying. Soon, they were the one who needed to find a flier to stay alive, and I made sure to block in a way that prevented his creatures from dying since they could come back as fliers. They did manage to get a few Galedrifters into their graveyard thanks to some milling effects, but the Celestus delivered again, giving me the Diregraf Horde to completely blow them out.

I eventually amassed enough power to just overwhelm them.

Yeah. I beat a Teferi, a total of three Galedrifters, and a Grafted Identity.

Pretty damn happy about that. 

The Celestus was the absolute all star. It gained me at least 5 or 6 life, and it dug through just as many cards to give me the answers I needed. Sure, Memory Deluge put the removal and dragon in my hand, but without the Celestus, I never would have lived long enough for it to matter.

I was at 5-2, and I picked up my sixth win pretty easily. My opponent was on BG. I had an early Pit Fighter backed with some other creatures and removal. Everything they played died, and they just took too much damage to ever stabilise. 

At 6-2, I was matched up against a powerful GW coven deck. The first few turns consisted of me doing my best impression of a punching back as their creatures just outclassed my own, and I couldn’t seem to draw any removal. I was able to stay alive by trading intelligently with a Morbid Opportunist in play. All the while, I was pecking away at them with my Vampire Interloper. I was finally able to draw my Tavern Ruffian who outclassed everything on the board once it became night. They then proceeded to draw multiple bombs... only for me to rip removal straight off the top each time.

The decisive turn came when I knocked them down to 10 with my Vampire Interloper. They played a Sigarda... who then immediately died to removal. I then attacked with everything I had before using Lunar Frenzy to seal the deal and get me to 7-2.

And, yeah, the deck is 41 cards. I didn’t really want to cut anything else, so I thought I’d just roll with it since I had the Celestus.

#mtg #mtg arena #magic: the gathering #mtga

[nabrizoya]

This was the original reply/draft to prompt sent by @zvko way back in may (ily bro). this draft didn’t seem to suit well for the prompt, i thought. now though, i’ll let you decide. partly-edited. or just plain unedited lol.

54: One reaching for the others hand to comfort them, to provide support. A thumb brushing lightly against skin. + Jesse and Lucie. 

Lucie was aware of the Tower bell chiming at midnight as she stared steadfastly at the barren windowsill. She preened her ears to hear the ghost of his laughter, all to no avail. The night looked unfazed by the atrocities her mind imposed on her. She sighed, restless and wide awake in her bed, and continued to stare at the ceiling. 

She missed him. She craned her neck to the windowsill yet again and closed her eyes, thinking about the nights they had spent awake, talking and laughing until dawn drew them apart. She remembered the games of chess they played, the way he gestured for the pieces for her to move and would win. She reminisced the nights they had spent outside, in the rain and fog and snow, venturing on midnight voyages. And her stealthy pursuits for books on necromancy right under his nose and getting away with her plans? Successful. 

She missed him. Terribly. 

It had only been a few weeks that they had been apart. Jesse was back to life, still sick and weak and mentally worse than he was before. She didn’t have to see him to know how his nightmares plagued him- they haunted her too. They were fantastical in their graphics, elaborate and daunting. She could project her torment into her writings, her own sense of twisted terror and trepidation. She wondered what Poe’s thoughts would be if he ever read her works; would he be just as fascinated, terrorized and amazed as she was when she read his works?

Lucie couldn’t bear it any longer. She pushed the duvet off her and sat up. The windows were empty of his presence and the clouds behind them carried their gossips, barely sparing a glance at her as she changed into her gear. She fastened a rope and a grappling hook around her waist and drew the cloak around her. Then marched noiselessly into the night towards Gideon Lightwood’s house. 

Once she reached the premises, she observed the windows were barely lit and darkness spilled through most of them. Lucie wondered which of them led to Jesse’s room. She was conscious of the panic that began to bubble within her. Jesse wasn’t a ghost anymore; he was human and breathing. She could not risk being found, especially not after what had happened to Eugenia and how Daisy had handled hers. She wasn’t panicking at getting caught; she couldn’t fathom what excuse she could provide for her unannounced arrival. 

Jesse was sent to Basilias for three weeks following the utter destruction that Belial had ensued. Lucie had heard, er, eavesdropped on her parents and collected that Jesse Blackthorn was back in London only that evening and that Gideon had proposed to take him under his care for the while. 

And there she was, under the window from which the barest of candlelight was spilling through, hoping it was Jesse’s room. She threw the hook and fixed it around the metal that held the pipelines in place and climbed. And to her utter horror, in the littlest of light, she could see the figures of two people entwined in a rather intimate embrace, their faces barely visible. 

Lucie was never the best to reciprocate shock; her hands let go of the rope of their own accord, and she gasped as she fell backwards. She held onto the rope as quickly as she let go, but chafed her palms throughout her futile attempt at a safe landing. She tumbled to the ground with a thump and bit down her lip to prevent the scream that was beginning to erupt. 

She whimpered as she sat up and looked at her hands, scratched and slightly bloodied. She tried to fish for her stele but could hear the sound of window panes opening. Lucie struggled to free the hook and it came off in an instant, much to her surprise. She covered herself just as Thomas’ voice floated with confusion in the air. “’Think that was a burglar?”

“No,” the other voice said. “I should think not.” Lucie smiled despite the raging pain in her limbs. She could see Alastair help Thomas secure the window and disappear behind them. The iratze was quick to draw; the pain vanished as swiftly as it had come, her hands looking as good as they ever were. She looked at the windows in desperation, her momentary sense of joy now gone. Where was Jesse Blackthorn?

She critically examined the windows. Jesse liked keeping his windows open; his room in Chiswick -when she had spied for necromantic books, a perfectly reasonable adventure- had revealed as much. There used to be plants around the sill and the room usually overlooked a scenic sight ‘ten times worth the painter’s imagination’, as Jesse had once claimed. She trudged through the backyard towards the other end of the house and looked for the one set of windows that would set her heart in a frenzy. 

Lo and behold, there it was: two sets of them open as curtains balled close by one set of windows. She watched the cherry blossom sway its flowers to sleep, the wind mumbling a mellow lullaby to it. Her heart lurched; she was so close to him. She drew another rune of stealth at her throat and fastened the hook. She climbed up the rope nervously. 

When she reached the window, she tapped at the pane and fixed her foot on the metal around the pipe. Jesse was next to the window in no time. It was a blurry few moments until he reeled back in shock and then come to his senses. Jesse guided her in gently, though Lucie knew better; the moment was gone before she knew, replaced by Jesse’s anger. With Jesse promptly reprimanding her for her impetuousness.

“You can’t possibly be here-” he thundered. But Lucie paid him no heed. She was smiling, her attention wholly captured by the beauty of him. He looked healthier than he was when he had left London. His face was less pale, though there were shadows under his eyes. He wasn’t as thin; there was flesh to him when she touched his shoulder in a daze. His words ceased when she held his scarred hand, in awe with the utter humanness of him. He didn’t look strong, not as strong in the sense of shadowhunters, but at least as strong as any human could be. He had been sick for his entire life, and then dead, but he was better in just three weeks and he would be better even more. Lucie was proud of him.

She stepped back, still lost and removed her hand from his. But he reached forward and held hers, tightening both his hands around hers and holding them close to his heart. “You could be ruined, Lucie. Why are you here?” he asked her softly. 

She shook her head. “You look all right,” she said. “But I know you are not.”

He dropped his gaze to the floor just as he let her palm loose. Lucie only stepped closer to him and wrapped her arms around his neck comfortingly. She hugged him tight and heard his heart hammer, feeling the joy of his life tear at her heart. Jesse froze for a moment before he wrapped her in his embrace, burying his head in the nook of her shoulder. She stroked his hair, knowing the glint of sadness in his eyes very well. “I’ve missed you, Jesse,” she mumbled. “How are you?”

Jesse said nothing. They stayed in the embrace for Angel knows how long. Neither of them dreamed of pulling away. The breeze from his open windows swayed them in their song, whistling through the curtains and swooshing them out and away. The two of them were knit into one another, their embraces tight and safe and reassuring. As slow as the night, Lucie’s shoulder grew wet with Jesse’s tears, his shoulders shaking with the pent up agony and pain he bore voicelessly for so long. Lucie felt the overwhelming need to shut the windows and keep him close, cut him away and protect him from every thorn that would dare to come closer. His knees buckled away and he pulled her to the ground; Lucie didn’t mind the pain. She held him in silence, and when his sobs grew louder, she murmured gentle reassurances to him. She held him for hours, suddenly remembering the time Cordelia had held her for hours, preventing her from falling off the cliff. The urge to protect someone so fiercely could never be cultivated. It just came without a question and you protected them without a doubt. She patted his back, the young traces of his muscles reassuring her about his onward health. She cursed the universe for damning him for the sins of his parents. 

At some point, she found herself murmuring a lullaby into his hair. Her eyes were thick with tears she hadn't shed when she’d heard that Jesse was gone without a goodbye. Four weeks, the first one having been taken away for questioning by the Clave and the rest at his stay in Alicante. She blubbered, her own sobs mixing with his as she thought of all the people she had lost, of the sacrifices Jesse had made and the pain he had endured. She cried of her mother’s and her brother’s agony when they were tortured by Belial. Of the people who had died and the chaos that each one of her friends had borne, of heartbreak and crumpled wishes. Jesse swayed her this time, letting her cry and complain on his shoulder. 

The two of them were a mess. But they were there for each other. 

When their sobs stopped, they still held one another. Lucie clutched at him for dear life and Jesse caressed her now unbound hair. “Don’t leave,” she mumbled as she pulled back, wiping the tears on his cheekbones. She sat up on her knees, pulling him closer, and pressed her lips to his burning forehead. Jesse tightened his arms around her waist and held her tight. “You are all right. And you will be all right,” she whispered and drew back, staring down into his eyes that were so open and vulnerable. Jesse reached for her hand in his and linked their fingers together, his fingers caressing the scars on her hand. Their gazes never left one another’s. They stared and stared until the moon shied away from the fierceness in their eyes. Their promise on the light with which they loved each other.

“I won’t,” Jesse promised. He kissed the back of her hand.

Yeah, um. Dunno why the world had to read this, but this was The (TM) first ever time I wrote after a really long time. Kinda like how this one turned out, the direction it took, though er, the writing...; thanks for reading, either way! 

#meh #good idea or not? #idek lol #jesse blackthorn #lucie herondale #the last hours #tlh #mine*