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BTS Reaction || Watching You Workout [M] [Request]

WARNINGS: blow jobs, public sex, face fucking, swearing?, choking, pet names, shower sex, car sex, unprotected sex, protected sex.

Seokjin :

When Jin told you to find a hobby he had expected something like painting, photography, working out or trying to learn an instrument but he hadn't expected you to take up burlesque lessons as a way of working out but you told him it was something you'd enjoyed since you'd seen the movie and you wanted to try it.

"Do you have fun at your lessons?" Jin asked trying not to come across as jealous but when he'd come to watch you at practice the male teacher had his hands all over you and it sent his mind raging with jealously. Only he was allowed to see you in next to nothing while touching you,

"Jin, please. He's just a teacher, it's his job." But Jin wasn't having it, he watched you struggling to take off the dance corset you were wearing and he came over to you in the bedroom, tightening the straps instead of loosening them you gasped for air a little and looked at him in the mirror,

"I'm the only one who is allowed to fuck you, understood?" You made eye contact with him and nodded. He loosened his grip on the corset ties and you were able to breathe once again, he smirked as your thighs squeezed together,

"Does that turn you on?" He teased turning you around and lifting you up onto the vanity table, you stared down at him as he pulled down the skirt you were wearing and then the thong.

"Look at you, you're soaking." He licked one stripe up your folds before adding a finger into you and making eye contact as he finger fucked you against the vanity table stopping whenever you looked away from him.

"Look at me," You whimpered out making eye contact once again as he continued to pump one finger in and out of you,

"Jin please, I need you." You cried he got up from the floor and turned you around so you could see yourself in the mirror,

"Look how desperate you are for me." He growled in your ear smirking as you let out a gasp when he entered you slowly stretching you out with every inch of him.

"Mmm fucking hell baby you're still just as tight as the first time," You hummed and he continued to slowly thrust in and out of you not wanting to give you what you wanted just yet, he wanted to hear you beg for him.

"Jin!" You yelled knowing what he wanted you to do but you didn't want to, you hated that he enjoyed teasing you so much.

"Just fuck me like you mean it," He smirked at you in the mirror one hand holding your waist he thrust into you holding himself against your cervix sending you into a moaning mess he knew how to make you whimper and how to make you cry out of pleasure he knew exactly how to work you.

"Fuck you like I mean it?" You hummed and he gripped onto the strings of the corset tightening them in one hand and roughly slamming into you not stopping as you cried out whenever he hit your cervix a pleasure mixed with pain that was making you scream,

"Jin right there! Fuck don't stop," You were gripping onto the edge of the vanity table to stable yourself and he smirked as you began to gasp for air it was only exciting you both more and more causing you to clench, he released his grip on the strings but continued his thrusts wanting you to breath.

"Don't ever stop." You whimpered your back arching whenever he hit the right spot, he'd fucked you before but never like this. He never hit that spot every time and you don't think you could ever let him cum if it was going to be like this all of the time,

"Fuck it feels so good." You whimpered tears rolling down your cheeks as you could feel the belt in your stomach tightening,

"Hmm, you want me to stop?" He slowed his thrusts down to a stop and you whimpered at the loss of contact he was giving you, pushing your hips back to try and get him back but he chuckled deeply pushing against you once more and holding himself in place.

"Jin, please. I need to cum." You begged out knowing what he wanted from you,

"Anything for you baby," He whispered tugging on the strings and relentlessly fucking back into you hitting the spot effortlessly, you croaked out moans of his name as he continued to fuck into you.

"Cum now baby or don't cum at all." He demanded, looking at you in the mirror you made direct eye contact as you clenched around him gasping out for air, there was a new sensation you hadn't felt before and it had you screaming out as you came.

"J-Jin." You moaned out as he continued to fuck into your tight cunt smirking as he knew what you'd done and it was turning him on more and more he loosened the strings once again and your chest flopped down against the vanity you were panting out of breath as he continued to fuck into you pulling out seconds later and finishing along your ass.

"Shit baby, you made such a mess." He chuckled looking at you, he turned you around to show you the wet spot on the carpet, your legs were shaking so he walked you over to the bathroom to get you cleaned up smirking as you came to the realisation that you'd squirted around him.

"My perfect princess." He chuckled kissing you softly on the lips and running you a bubble bath to help you relax a little after the previous events.

"Jin?" You called out looking up at him as you finally felt like you were back on earth again,

"Hmm?" He asked turning to look at you, you smiled at him.

"My teacher is gay by the way, for future reference." You told him as he helped you step into the bathtub, he nodded stripping fully down and getting in behind you.

"Noted."

Yoongi:

"I'm telling you it isn't a workout," Jimin said as you both walked to the dance studio that night, you'd promised him and Yoongi, your boyfriend of three years, that you'd show them what you do for a workout every day.

"I'd love to see you up on one of them." You scoffed pointing up at the hoop that was suspended from the ceiling, Jimin stared up at it and then to you.

"Easy." You laughed going over to your instructor and telling her to bring two down for you instead of the usual one,

"Loser buys dinner?" Jimin questioned looking at you as he stripped from his jacket looking at the hoop, how hard could it really be?

"Bring it on. Yoongi can judge can't you baby," You asked Yoongi who already looked nervous about being there. He'd seen you do this a million times and every time it turned him on more than the last,

"Sure." He said sitting down on the floor and watching as you walked up the hoop getting into position while Jimin struggled to figure out where to start.

"Easy?" You questioned mockingly as he finally got into the hoop, they began raising from the floor but not high enough that he would hurt himself, just high enough for basic moves.

"You're buying." You told Jimin as you walked over to Yoongi but Yoongi wasn't in the mood for food, he was hungry for something else.

"There's a canteen, we can just eat here." Yoongi rushed out to say making direct eye contact with you and trying to send signals about what he wanted but you ignored them walking with him and Jimin in silence towards the canteen to get something to eat.

You felt Yoongi's hand on your thigh at the table and then you felt his fingers rubbing you through your thin yoga pants,

"Yoongi what are you?" He ripped the thin fabric so he could slide his fingers into you and you let out a choke as you felt him pumping two fingers in and out of you as if you were just at home and not in the middle of a canteen full of people and with his friend sitting across from him.

"You alright?" Jimin asked noticing how quiet you had become,

"J-Just feeling a little cold." You lied looking at Yoongi who drank from his coffee cup acting nonchalant about everything, he felt you clench around his fingers and he knew you were enjoying this just as much as he was. Your hand dropped under the table and you began rubbing him through his jeans feeling how hard he already was, you stared at Jimin and acted as though you were interested in the conversation but you could feel yourself getting closer and you knew you couldn't be quiet when you came no matter how hard you tried, you clamped your legs together in an attempt to stop Yoongi but it was useless.

"I have to go to the bathroom, I've ripped my yoga pants." You sighed grabbing a jacket and using it to cover yourself with. Jimin sat there confused for a second and looked at Yoongi,

"She has spares in her locker, I'll get them for her since she left her key." He rushed off after you.

(X)

"Fuck Yoongi!" You cried out as he fucked you against the stall door, he'd followed you into the women's bathroom and pinned you against the sink making out with you until someone walked in so he darted into a stall not wanting to be seen.

"Shh baby, we'll get in trouble." He chuckled looking at you as you clenched around his dick, your head was rolled back against the door and your arms were wrapped his shoulders while your legs were wrapped around his waist as he thrust up into you against the door.

"I don't care. I'm so fucking close." You whimpered needing to cum, you knew Jimin had probably caught on but you didn't care, nothing mattered except finishing around Yoongi,

"Fuck the way you looked up on that hoop." He grunted into your neck thrusting up into you and holding you down against him so he was reaching you at your deepest point, you were sure at that point you could feel him in your gut.

"J-Just like that, do that again." You begged out for him and he did it smirking as your eyes rolled back sending you into a state of ecstasy whenever he hit that one spot that made you clench around him like a vice and had you crying out his name.

"C-Cum inside me Yoongi, I wanna feel you there." He stared into your eyes as you begged for him to cum inside of you, you'd done it a million times before because you were no the pill but seeing you this desperate for him made him weak at the knees.

"Fuck, beg me again baby." You whined as he continued his rough thrusts into you hitting the same spot,

"Yoong fill me up, fuck I need to fill you dripping out of me." He smirked shifting you a little so he was a little comfier,

"Quiet then baby, we don't want anyone to hear you cumming."

"S-Shut up." You snickered and he rammed into you brutally making the door behind you bang against its lock,

"Fuck." Your hands dug into his back as you felt yourself getting closer,

"Don't you fucking dare cum yet." He ordered but you couldn't help it the new angle he was hitting you at was too much for you to hold it off any longer and you came around him sending him over the edge immediately, fucking his cum into you as you came around him clenching around him and pulling every last drop out of him, nothing but small whines leaving your mouth as you realised you'd come without his permission.

"Just you wait until you get home." He growled in your ear slapping your ass and handing you some tissue to clean yourself up with.

Hoseok:

Hoseok watched as you swung your hips back and forth in time to the music he loved watching you work out because it wasn't just a normal boring work out you would dance instead, you found normal working out to be boring you wanted to have fun while you toned up your body.

"You look so good today baby." He chuckled at your comment but you were serious, you'd missed him all week and were desperate for any attention you could get some from him. This is how you were going to get it, you were going to do the most sexiest routines you knew in front of him until he couldn't take it anymore but it wasn't going to take long. He'd been desperate for you all week as well and watching you swing your hips was sending him over the edge, he just wanted to bury himself inside of you. You turned on dance for you by Beyonce and Hoseok lost it knowing exactly where the song was going to lead to, he grabbed your hands and brought you over to the living room sofa sitting you on his lap as he kissed you passionately, you ground down against his hips in time to the music and he grunted feeling you against his hard-on, he needed you then more than ever.

"You're so impatient baby, let me dance for you." You told him getting off his lap only to be pulled back down by Hoseok who was growling at you,

"Don't you fucking dare, I need you and I know you need me." He stuck his hand down the front of your skirt and you whimpered as he began rubbing your clit in circles,

"See, you're already dripping for me." You hissed as he slid a finger into you without warning and he chuckled,

"So tight with only one finger, have I been neglecting your needs all week baby?" You pouted and nodded as he pushed you down to ride his finger,

"I want you to ride me just like this baby." You kicked off the thong you were wearing under your skirt and bit down on your lip watching as Hoseok took out his member and began jerking himself off, he began watching you as you went over to the drawer for a condom biting down on his lip as you swung your hips from side to side as you walked away from him.

"Fuck look at you baby." He was admiring your body he could never get enough of you, he loved every inch of your body even though you didn't and he did his best to reassure you every day that you were perfect the way you were.

"Good girl," He groaned out as you rolled the condom onto him before getting ready to ride him, you lined him up at your entrance and slowly sank yourself down on him stopping midway to get used to the stretch,

"S-So big." You whimpered as you finally sank down onto him taking his full length into you and moaning out as he hit your spot without trying.

"Ride baby." He chuckled looking at you as you slowly started to lift yourself up and down on his member, moaning out as he stretched you out with every bounce Hobi knew you weren't going to last long while riding him because your legs would always start to hurt but he was going to do his best to bring you to your release while you rode him. He thrust his hips up to meet you pushing deeper right against your g-spot as he did so making you cry out in pleasure,

"Ah, Hobi," You were right on the dorms sofa which is why this was so desirable to you both, someone could walk in at any minute but at that point, you didn't care you could feel yourself getting closer to your release and Hoseok smirked as you clenched around him.

"S-Shit Hobi I hear the car," You panicked picking up the pace as you rode him, the boys weren't due home for another hour but that didn't mean they couldn't walk home early, Hoseok smirked up at you evily turning you over and pinning you down against the sofa.

"You best cum baby girl or they're going to see you getting fucked aren't they?" Your back arched as you felt him hitting your g-spot thrusting into you roughly without pausing, it was so much better than riding him.

"Or do you want them to see? Huh? Does my little slut want them to watch you get fucked?" You stared up at him with red hot cheeks and he smirked bending down to your neck sucking along the exposed skin.

"They're walking up the steps baby, you better cum." The door handle moved and you heard the groaning about it being locked,

"Cum right now princess." He moaned out in your ear, you clenched around him during your release and you felt him twitch inside of you releasing into the condom you whimpered as he continued to pump until the door finally clicked signalling it was unlocked. He swiftly pulled out of you and darted for the bathroom leaving you to deal with the boys.

"Hi, home early?!" You asked a little too loudly as you tried to act as less suspicious as possible,

"Yeah, Hobi said something about buying dinner if we rushed home?" Jungkook called out looking around for the older member,

"He's in the bathroom." You mumbled leaning against the wall to steady your shaking legs, you were still coming down from your high and you didn't want it to seem obvious,

"Everything okay Y/n?" Namjoon questioned noticing you, you nodded and walked over to the bathroom door banging it against it loudly.

"Just have to talk to my boyfriend." You laughed opening the door to reveal a smirking Hoseok,

"You called them to come back early," He licked his lips bringing you into the bathroom and making out with you against the door.

Namjoon:

You'd taken up Yoga to help pass the time when Namjoon was at the studio all day or when he was away on tour and you wanted something to do but it was fun. You'd started doing it even when he was on break, it was just something you enjoyed doing and it was something that Namjoon enjoyed watching. He came down that morning expecting you to be working out in the basement where you normally would but he found you posing in the living room,

"It's too cold down there." You said once you noticed he was staring at you, he nodded and went to make his morning cup of coffee coming back and sitting on the sofa in front of you watching you.

"You're just going to watch me?" You giggled getting up and getting ready for your next pose, he hummed watching as you went into the downward dog position and he felt his member twitch in his pants as he watched you bend over like that. Thoughts rushing to his head as he heard you let out a whimper as your back cracked,

"Fuck." He mumbled getting up in a rush and going into the kitchen to get his mind on something else instead, but he could still see you in the reflection of the fridge and it was turning him on more and more.

"Baby? Can you get me some water?" He hummed in response coming back in a couple of seconds later to find you staring up at him from the floor.

"You're doing this on purpose aren't you?" He grumbled watching as the corners of your mouth turned up into a smirk,

"I don't know what you're talking about." You lied taking the bottle from him and taking a sip,

"Oh shit," You laughed as water dropped down the side of the water bottle, you made direct eye contact with Namjoon as you licked from the base of the bottle to the top and he growled at you taking the bottle and putting it on the coffee table before pinning you down to the ground.

"You're such a fucking tease." He grunted kissing you roughly, you giggled against his lips as his knees forced your legs apart, you rolled your hips against his thigh and moaned out at the sudden friction you'd been dying to get since the moment he walked downstairs. You'd always loved Namjoon in the mornings, the way he looked like he'd just fucked you and his voice was hoarse, it made you melt at the thought of it.

"Was it even cold down there or were you just aching for my attention this morning?" He questioned kissing down your crop top and towards your stomach, he pulled down the yoga pants you were wearing to reveal you were wearing nothing underneath and he growled.

"Such a filthy girl." He smirked throwing the pants somewhere in the room and attaching his lips to your core, your back arched as his tongue worked it's magic, making your eyes roll back as he tugged on your clit with his teeth and added a finger into you.

"Namjoon." You whined out not wanting his fingers, all you wanted was for him inside of you you didn't want to mess around teasing one another until the point you couldn't stand it anymore.

"Please." You begged out looking down at him, he looked up as he continued to eat you out.

"Please what princess?" He asked sending vibrations through your body,

"Just fuck me, I just need you inside of me." You begged, he pulled his mouth away from you and pulled his shaft from the sweatpants he was wearing,

"All you had to do was ask baby." He whispered in your ear kissing you as he pushed into you slowly, your legs wrapped around his waist to pull him deeper into you and you let out a moan into his mouth feeling full already.

"Always so fucking tight." He grunted kissing down your neck and sucking along the exposed skin, your hands went to his hair tugging at the strands as he thrust in and out of you at a slow but hard pace wanting you to feel every inch of him.

"J-Joonie." You cried out as he reached your g-spot each time your back arching away from the floor as you felt the pool deepen inside of your stomach,

"What is it baby girl?" You whimpered out at the name he had for you and he smirked feeling you clenching around him,

"You like that? When I call you my baby girl?" You hummed out clenching over and over again as he whispered that you were his in your ear,

"You want to cum for me baby girl?" You nodded eagerly desperate to cum for him and he knew exactly how to get you there, he unwrapped your legs from around your waist.

"Hold your legs then baby girl," You took your legs into your hands bringing them as close to your chest as possible, the yoga was paying off for something, you felt him reaching deeper than any other angle you'd tried before and he hadn't even thrust yet and you were moaning out his name.

"Shhh baby, the neighbours." But he didn't care, he was going to have you screaming within a matter of seconds, he pulled out of you only to roughly slam himself back in within seconds quickening his pace as he noticed your eyes starting to roll back, his thrusts were like an attack and all that filled the air were the sounds of your whimpers, his grunts and your skin hitting one another.

"Fuck Joonie right there." You screamed trying to keep your hands on your legs but wanting to reach out and touch him, he smirked as he noticed you struggling,

"Legs down princess, we'll come together." You nodded and dropped your legs down your hands digging into his back as you felt your orgasm fast approaching. He grunted as you clenched around him and he knew you were going to come undone,

"Fuck I love the noises you make when you cum around me baby girl," You said nothing but whimpered in response to him feeling yourself getting to the edge,

"I-I'm close-"

"Me too baby, on three?" You agreed and he took one of your hands in his and smiled at you,

"Three." He started, his thrusts getting rougher as he pushed into you at a powerful pace you were already seeing stars without reaching your high,

"Two." You added quickly not being able to hold it off anymore,

"One, cum for me baby." You screamed out his name clutching onto his hand as you came around him, in return, he clutched your hand as he came into you continuing to thrust slowly in and out of you until you both came down from your high.

"I love you." You whimpered as he pulled out of you dropping down next to you on the floor, he turned to look at you covered in sweat,

"I love you too." He whispered kissing your nose, you both laid there for a few minutes trying to catch your breath.

Jimin:

He'd watched you leave for your morning jog that morning in nothing but your tight running leggings and a top which barely covered your tits and he'd been waiting for you all day. You walked through the front door sweating and panting and he almost lost it, he'd never seen the attraction you had for him when he was sweaty but seeing you the way you were now he could finally understand it, he grabbed your hand and dragged you towards the bathroom.

"Jimin? I know I need a shower, I was just-" He kissed you, roughly slamming your back against the bathroom door as he stripped you out of the sweaty workout gear you'd chosen to wear that day, you stared at him as he dropped to his knees in front of you lifting one leg up onto you shoulder and eating you out, he stared up at you as you threw your head back against the door and put one hand in his hair holding him in place as he sucked on your clit, adding two fingers inside of you and pumping. He began making a come here motion with his fingers once he felt you clenching around him and he smirked knowing you were close, you were always desperate after working out so he knew it wasn't going to take much.

"Cum for me." He moaned into your clit continuing to fuck you with his fingers until he felt you clenching again, he pulled out his fingers and replaced them with his tongue wanting to feel you cum around his tongue. The new feeling had you gasping for air as you came around his tongue, pushing him closer to your cunt as you rode down from your first high of the night.

"J-J-Jimin, fuck." You grunted looking at him as he got up from the floor, he walked you over to the shower and turned it on.

"In you get baby." He chuckled, you stepped under the water and he stripped from his clothes getting in after you, you went to drop onto your knees but he shook his head. He needed to be inside of you he didn't have time to waste on you teasing him,

"Fuck you looks so good this morning," He moaned out pushing your back against the tiled wall and lifting one of your legs up to wrap around his waist, you moaned out as he entered you slowly hold your face so he could watch the way your face contorted when he slipped into you.

"Look at you, I've not even done anything and you're crying out my name." He chuckled deeply and you hissed at him wanting him to go faster,

"Please Jimin." He smirked following what you were saying and holding you against the wall, pulling out and thrusting back into you quickly, moans, running water and slapping skin filled the air as he fucked you against the tiled wall,

"Fuck right there." You cried out as he hit your g-spot sending your head into a spin, your hands reached out for something, anything, to hold onto but you just knocked everything down from the shelf making Jimin laugh as he continued to fuck you against the wall.

"What's wrong baby?" You whimpered out as he began picking up the pace enjoying the way he made you act, your hands gripped his shoulders digging your nails into his skin and moaning out his name loudly. You didn't care that you already had a noise complaint from the neighbours, you were a mess and you wanted Jimin to make you cum again.

"Shit Jimin, just make me cum please." You begged out looking him in the eyes as he thrust up into you, he bit down on his lip as you clenched around him and stared into his eyes. He was always a sucker whenever you did that to him,

"I-I've barely started baby." You whined out not wanting this to last too long, he would have dragged out the orgasm if it was down to him but you needed to cum.

"I need you Jiminie." You whispered in his ear knowing he was a sucker for his nickname in the bedroom, it was as if a switch was flicked his head as he heard you begging in his ear like that. You felt his thrusts jitter as he felt uneasy about this,

"Fill me up Jimin."

"So desperate for it aren't you? I thought I was desperate this morning." You whimpered out as he began his rough assault on your, not stopping to let you catch your breath but continuing to push in and out of you bringing you closer to your release. The bang within your stomach was pulling so much it was going to snap at any second but you knew better than to cum without Jimin's permission, he stared at you as he felt you clenching, he smirked once he saw you biting so hard on your lip it was bleeding.

"Cum baby girl, cum for me." You let go clenching around him tightly and moaning out his name as your head fell back against the tiled wall crying out as he continued to fuck into you,

"S-Shit." He grunted following shortly after you spilling into you and hissing as he pulled out and rested against the tiled wall beside you,

"Shit, I might have to start jogging more often." You giggled looking down at him as he chuckled at you, he was red in the face and you smirked at him

"I love you." You whispered sliding down to sit in the shower beside him,

"Love you too."

Taehyung:

Taehyung had come along to your pilates class to see what all the fuss was about since you'd managed to convince Namjoon and Jin to start going with you but while he watched he felt nothing but anger towards the instructor as he placed his hands all over you, complementing your posture and touching your ass whenever he had the chance. You looked over at Tae to see he was getting angry so you made an excuse to leave early, and took him with you. You were hoping to get home before he started but he ended up getting you into the back of the car,

"Fuck did you see how he looked at you?" He asked slapping his hand against your bare ass, he had you over his knee in the back of the car.

"T-Tae, it's his job." You tried to justify but it was only making things worse on your part, he slapped harder than before and growled against your ear,

"Did you like him touching you? Is that who you're wet for?!" He asked rubbing his fingers along your folds and tutting as he felt how wet you were, you'd been dripping since the moment you saw Taehyung jealous.

"N-No, I'm wet for you." You stuttered trying to make it easier for yourself but it wasn't going to happen,

"They'll be out soon, should I keep you like this until they come out? Or should I let you cum now and then go home?" You whimpered,

"Make me cum Tae, I need you." He smirked, you got up from his lap and he pushed his sweatpants down taking out his hard member and began pumping, you bent down and took him into your mouth. His hands worked their way into your hair as you worked your magic, taking him all the way until you pulled off for air,

"Such a good girl." He moaned out as you continued to bob your head up and down around him, using your hands to massage what you couldn't fit into your mouth moaning around him as he slid a finger into you.

"You're always so tight princess, fuck." He grunted as you pulled off him and straddled his lap, you were frantic for him to fuck you and you didn't care that people could see the car.

"Better be quick baby, don't want a scandal." He chuckled sliding you down onto his member and grunting out as he stretched you out still just as tight as the first time he fucked you.

"Shit Tae." You moaned out as he reached your spot instantaneously his hands landed on you hips forcing you up and down in a fast motion knowing your thighs couldn't handle all the work,

"Mmm Tae, r-right-" He covered your mouth with one hand when he heard people coming and you whimpered against his hand holding onto his wrists as you felt yourself getting closer as you rode him grinding down as you reached the base of his cock and holding yourself in place so he was just touching your cervix. You were practically screaming into his hand as you continued to fuck yourself onto him,

"Shhh baby, people are coming." You giggled against his hand,

"This was your idea." You moaned out rolling your hips as your head rolled back the pool was deepening and you knew Tae was getting closer because you could feel him twitching inside of you. He began thrusting up into you faster, wanting you to cum before he did and you cried out into your hand biting onto your skin,

"Tae I'm g-gonna-"

"Cum right now." He ordered looking at you as you continued rolling your hips, they began bucking as you came around him clenching and squeezing him almost sending him over the edge. You got up from his lap once you rode out your high and took him into your mouth staring up at him as he placed his hands into your hair thrusting up into your throat,

"S-Shit people are looking." He tried to pull out of your mouth but you wanted to taste him, you could already taste yourself mixed with his precum in your mouth.

"Nuh-uh, I had to cum in the car." You teased putting him back into your mouth and gagging around him as he thrust up into your throat moaning about you being a brat, you cupped his balls fondling them to bring him closer and once you felt him twitch you moaned around him coaxing him to cum into your mouth. You felt the warm liquid hit the back of your throat and you pulled off him sucking him dry and swallowing what was left in your mouth, turning to look at him with a smirk.

"Get dressed." He growled and you knew it wasn't over for the night.

Jungkook:

Jungkook and you always went to the gym together it was something you did as a couple so you could spend more time together but today was different. You were wearing tighter pants and a different crop top than usual, you were basically on show for him and it was already turning him on to the point where he couldn't watch you work out luckily for him it was a private gym so the only people around were trainers and other idols who weren't paying attention to you both.

"Baby, will you come and spot me?" You questioned looking up at him innocently, you were on your knees tying your shoelaces up and you stared up at him sending thoughts through his head which were hard to ignore.

"Sure." He stuttered out helping you up and walking with you over to the Overhead press, you weren't lifting much just enough to tone up your arms but someone had to watch you or it would be considered dangerous. He stood behind you and watched as you bent down to lift the bar up,

"Hold on Jagi, you have to stand like this." He put you into the correct position and you smirked feeling what was wrong with him, he'd been acting off all morning and now you knew why. You pressed back against him to tease him but only to make it look like an accident,

"Thanks, Kookie." You whispered picking up the bar and doing the usual lifting you would do with it. When it came to putting it back down however you made sure to grind your ass back against Jungkook and you heard him grunt and you knew what you wanted to do next.

"What's wrong baby? You not feeling well?" You questioned turning around to face him your body pressed against his, he glanced down at your chest and shook his head at you.

"You're such a fucking tease." He grumbled dragging you through the gym and off towards the private showers where he could have his way with you.

(X)

You giggled up at him as he threw his head back against the tiled wall, he'd stripped you off as soon as the doors were locked and the water was running.

"Just like that Jagi, good girl." He panted not caring that water was running straight into his mouth you were staring up at him while you worked your tongue around his member, taking him all at once only to pull off and just pay attention to the tip the next minute,

"Such a tease, huh? Coming to work out in those clothes?" His hands were making a fist in your hair as he pushed you down on his member making you gag as he hit the back of your throat but you could manage this,

"You like teasing me like that?" He pulled you off him groaning out in pleasure as a string of saliva left your mouth and made you giggle.

"Yes." He smirked down at you making you stand up by holding your hair, he pushed you against the cold tiled wall and you hissed out,

"Fuck, give me one good reason I should let you cum tonight?" You looked over your shoulder at him as he ran his free hand down to your clit pulling and tugging at your sensitive bud making you whimper as he finally paid attention to you.

"Because you've ignored me all week." You pouted and he knew instantly what this was all about, he hadn't had time to fuck you enough and now you were out begging for attention,

"Oh is the little baby needy?" You nodded sadly and he smirked slamming into you without warning making your back arch back as you screamed out his name.

"Kookie! Fuck!" You cried out as he continued to ruthlessly slam into you not caring that you were screaming his name out for other people to hear you, you tried gripping onto the wall for something to hold on to but it was failing.

"R-Right there." You whimpered as he continued to hit your g-spot over and over again bringing you closer to your release, maybe it was the excitement of being somewhere new or the fact that he hadn't touched you in a week but you were already close.

"Shit look at you, you're already fucked out of it." He chuckled grabbing your neck and forcing you to look back at him as he continued to pound into you, stretching you out with every thrust. You smirked back at him and he groaned as he felt you clench tightly around him,

"Do that again Jagi." He moaned out his grip around your neck loosening as you clenched over and over again knowing exactly how to bring him to his edge.

"K-Kookie so close." You moaned out looking over your shoulder to make eye contact, he nodded at you slapping and grabbing your ass so he could reach deeper than before.

"Me too Jagi, where do you want it?" He moaned out in your ear you bit down on your tongue as you felt yourself getting closer,

"My face." As soon as the words left your mouth he groaned out his thrusts picking back up so he could get you to your finish, he loved when he got to cum over your face and he loved how much you enjoyed it whenever he did it.

"You gonna cum for me?" He teased rubbing your clit with the hand that wasn't holding you in place, you moaned out a string of curse words as you felt the band in your stomach tightening,

"Yes." You whined out angling your back so he could reach your g-spot yet again, never missing with each thrust.

"Cum for me then princess." You let out a string of whimpers and moans as you came around him, clenching and tightening as he continued to fuck you through you orgasm not stopping until you finished. You dropped to your knees once again and he groaned at the sight of your, you were a mess your hair was sticking to your forehead and you were staring up at him and silently begging for him,

"Open your mouth baby," You did as he said and stuck out your tongue waiting for the warm liquid to hit you and at the sight he groaned stuttering his jerks and cumming onto your face sending the hot liquid into your mouth, hair and all over your cheeks.

"Ahh, fuck Jagi." He grunted leaning one hand against the wall behind you as you took him into your mouth to clean him off.

"Look at you," He chuckled running his thumb along your bottom lip before sticking it into your mouth,

"Always such a cute mess for me." You sucked on his thumb cleaning off the cum he'd wiped away from your lips and he hissed at the sight.

"Let's get you cleaned up and head home, I'm not done with you yet." He smirked helping you stand back up and under the hot water, reaching for soap and helping to clean you off.

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madlymiho · 4 years

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Today we’re celebrating the wonderful and amazing birthday of the sweetest artist around, I’m talking about my dear dear @elliemehl 💗!

Darling, you have been such a dear friend to me, and I’m so happy I met you! You did something incredible for my own birthday, so I couldn’t miss the occasion to spoil you a little bit in return! 🙈

Please never change, you’re such a golden-heart, I’m lucky to have you around! Happy birthday!

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warning: NSFW!

Tensions on the Polar Tang (read after the cut)

It’s not the first time he feels wide awake at night, piercing grey eyes gazing at the ceiling with a certain tiredness, unable to find some sleep, even in such a quiet place than his own ship. Perhaps it’s because he has been working for hours today, and that his mind is clouded with information which definitely wouldn’t disappear before he would reach the lands of his dreams, or maybe it’s an entire different reason he’s not able to face. Something stuck in his head, like a broken record, always playing the same particular music. You kissed. It has been such an intense yet short moment that sometimes he’s not entirely sure if it was real in the first place. It felt like a suspended moment he wasn’t ready to live, the two of you finally surrendering to that silly game you’re both thoroughly practicing since you have met. Months of teasing, comments and comebacks, all of this ending up in your soft lips crashing on his when he circled your nape to pull you closer, just enough for him to remember their taste, before you both took your distances. You never really talked about what happened that night, but Law blames the booze and your hormones for such a desperate moment. He’s a captain after all, he has his own duty, and you’re only just a temporary guest among the crew. The very fact you’re sleeping in the room next door shouldn’t upset him like this, not especially when he’s experiencing a cruel lack of sleep for years, his bad habits creating some tensions within his heart family. Yet, he feels like there’s something untold between the two of you; a childish emotion he’s unable to face because it would admit that his heart has another function than pumping his blood to his brain. He, the captain with one of the most violence and coldest reputation, couldn’t let someone in. The last time he did that ended up pretty nastily, his precious organ scratched so deeply that he didn’t want to bond with anyone after that. It’s a risk he doesn’t know if he wants to take it, and all those questions are harassing him at night when the object of his obsession is spending some time on the submarine.

“Tsst, you’re a jerk.” Law curses himself while he stretches his legs, slender fingers massaging his temples for a moment.

He lets loose another sigh, profound this one, before he eventually decides that sleeping would be optional, one more time. He’s used to these kinds of short nights anyway, it wouldn’t ruin his schedule, at least that’s what he hopes for. Now back on his feet, he doesn’t even bother to put something to cover his chest, his jogging pants dangerously sliding down his thighs, only maintained by the little knots he made just under his V spot, saving him from losing them for good. After all, there are almost only men on the Polar Tang, and if Ikkaku is up, she’s not the kind of woman to get upset because her captain is wandering half-naked on his ship. Tired, but definitely awake, Law eventually leaves his cabin, sliding both of his hands in his jogging pants pockets, hesitating for a moment when he passes by your door. Perhaps you’re also in the same agony? Would it be truly dangerous to knock on your door and finally surrender to the urge of your complicated passion? Even if the siren call is more than tempting, Law doesn’t oblige, step by step getting away from the temptation, as he’s heading to the kitchen to eventually grab a snack, if Bepo didn’t have one of his numerous night munchies, otherwise, he’s already certain that he wouldn’t find any leftover in the fridge.

As he’s getting closer from the kitchen hall, he notices a soft light emanating under the doorway, as he doesn’t make a move for a moment. It’s not unusual that someone is awake at this time of the night, but none of his crewmates would have bothered to close the door. Almost sure that he’s about to bust you there, Law firmly grips the handle of the door, opening it without a single hesitation, despite his squeezed heart within his chest. Indeed, he has been right ; you’re there, reading a book you’ve probably brought yourself onboard, since none of his crewmates is interested in collecting them in the first place. Or perhaps it belongs to Ikkaku, one more time? She’s a surprising woman for sure, however Law could bet all his money that she has nothing but mechanical or engine readings to offer.

“Sleep troubles?” He whispers, pushing on the door to offer you the sought-after privacy you were looking for. “A book on this ship, that’s a rarity.”

You lift you stare up, trying your best to muffle all those emotions dancing wildly in your guts, as you heard him entering in the first place. You didn’t want him to see that obvious look on your face, but despite your preparation, Law always managed to catch you off guard.

“Actually, I stole this one on your shelves,” you answer with a soft smile, lidding your eyes for a second. “I thought it was written in another language for a while, it’s unreadable.”

It only brings a frown on Law’s face, while he steps closer, one hand in his jogging pockets, dangerously pulling down those comfort pants he’s wearing, the other one grabbing the book to have a look on the cover. He smirks, and throws you one of his teasing stares you have a very hard time to handle.

“Anatomy and the study of the body.” He reads loudly, slender and tattooed fingers lingering on the relief of the cover. “I didn’t know you want to become a doctor,” he pauses, and pushes the book back in front of you. “Or maybe you’re looking for a way to study bodies a bit more? Looking for a partner, miss Eileen?”

Ah, bastard. You know he’s always up to tease but you’re never truly ready for his taunt. You roll your eyes impatiently, and dismiss him with a wave of your hands. It only increases the smug smile on Law’s features, because he knows you always have such a hard time to handle his comments and comebacks. However, he’s also certain you’ll eventually come up with something; your body language is already betraying your need to shut his bratty mouth.

“Don’t get cocky; I have the perfect partner if I want to, he already agreed to help.” you eventually raise your stare up, closing the book with an impatient gesture, while you’re getting back on your feet.

Law raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms around his chest, already thrilled to discover what you’re going to throw to his face.

“Is that so?” He asks with his eternal sensual tone, another step closer bringing the both of you almost glued together. However, he believes you’re too stubborn to actually back down and take a step backward. Ah, you sure know how to play this game too… “And who’s that partner? So far, I’ve always seen you alone. Are you hiding someone on the sub?”

“Bepo.” You abruptly snap. “I have a certain interest in… fluffy gigantic bear. Impossible to find someone matching that kind of body.”

Law wants to snort and laugh, but he manages to keep an utterly serious face, as he tilts his head just slightly, his golden earring gleaming under the light of the kitchen.

“The only body interest Bepo has is to find a way to develop his already more than concerning excess weight. Unless you’re trying to match a polar bear density and his goal to nap for three months during winter times, I guess you’ve stolen the wrong book. However, if you’re really serious about this, should I put a lock on the fridge for you too?” He tuts you, and notices the massive effort you’re making not to burst into a powerful laughter. He peers down at the plate full of biscuits you probably picked for your night munchies while studying, his smirk growing wider on his mischievous features. “Oh, that explains a lot. You’ve already started.”

You immediately look at him with your best pouting face, slamming your fist right into his bare shoulder. Of course, he could have easily eluded the punch, but he believes he deserved it.

“What are you trying to say, you zombie doctor?” You growl, but you can’t help but have this floating smile appearing at the corner of your lips.

“I’m just saying…,” he takes another step forward, his warmth breath ghosting your features, his fingers softly skimming the hand closed on his anatomy book. He can’t miss your flinch, nor your artery suddenly palpating to his proximity. “That if you want to make things right…,” his thumb rubs the top of your hand, his piercing grey eyes focused on yours. You gulp. He smirks like a demon would do. “You should increase your stealing skills and actually pick the good book.”

And as his face feels dangerously close to yours, Law uses it as the perfect distraction to retrieve the book you stole. He knows it’s really unfair to play with your emotions like this, and your lust, but he has to control himself in the first place. You kissed, but it doesn’t mean he should surrender to his own desires, even if he terribly wants to have a reminder of the taste of your skin. He wishes that his hands could explore your body, whispering how perfect you look for him, but he can’t. He doesn’t allow himself to cross that barrier, and he believes it could be one of the worst ideas. You both have this incredible attraction, something deep and burning, setting on fire every inch of your souls, yet you couldn’t accept your common desire. You couldn’t ruin whatever you’re sharing right now.

“It’s time for you to sleep.” Law decides, a sudden sadness crossing his usual teasing irises. “It’s not reasonable to be awake right now.”

Before you can eventually protest, he raises his right hand and creates his room around you, the walls of the sphere enveloping the kitchen, but also the corridors and the rooms of the Polar Tang, a bit further away. In a blink, you’re standing in front of your bed, frustrated and unable to understand why he suddenly changed his mind. You are certain he wanted to kiss you like the other night…

“I’m sorry Eileen.” Law whispers while he’s now alone in the kitchen, the room gently cracking before it would disappear for good.

He hides the biscuits in the larder, because he can’t let Bepo find something if he ever wakes up hungry in the middle of the night. He believes it’s also time for him to have his own rest. While he turns around to reach the door, he quickly has to take a step backwards, watching you rushing in one more time, a deep frown on your eyes, and visible anger spreaded on your features. He sighs, and crosses his arms around his chest, somehow silently scolding you for never listening to him. Well he knows it’s quite unfair to room someone away in their cabin in the first place, but he’s still the boss on his ship, and he believes as a doctor, he already knows what’s the best for you.

“Didn’t I tell you to go to bed?” Law snaps, the corner of his lips unable to hide that little grimace of irritation. He doesn’t like when his authority is challenged like this, or perhaps he loves it, but feels slightly guilty to sense those emotions. “Go to your room.”

You take a step forward, raising your eyes to prove that you’re not in the mood to follow his orders, fingers immediately gripping the corner of the anatomy book he keeps against his chest.

“No, I’m not tired. I want to read, and you have absolutely no power nor any reason to tell me what I’m supposed to do.”

Cocky. He can’t help but smirk to the sentence, pleased to see that you’re still this wild fire he can’t tame, but also amused with your pouting features. Even though he tightens his grip on the book, and takes himself a step forward, until you have no choice but to plaster your back against the door.

“I’m still the captain here. I gave you an order.” He states with a severe voice, before he eventually throws the book away, ignoring the fact that it might damage it. He notices your visible confusion, his smirk growing on his features. “What am I supposed to do with a guest who can’t behave?”

You cock your head, strands of your brown hair skimming your shoulders, while your hazel eyes gleam with a certain challenge.

“You’ve answered the question yourself, captain.” You whisper, finding yourself having a hard time to breath properly, the proximity increasing your heartbeat. “I’m your guest, not your crew mate. You can’t treat me like them…”

He presses the palm of his hand against the cool door, his body moving closer, as he traps you there, and forbids you to escape his presence.

“I should treat you differently, then?” His voice is nothing but a long snarl, deep and sensual, sending so many goosebumps down your spine that you’re unable to answer for a minute. “That’s what you want? Something… Different?”

You can’t help but nod to the question, your eyes betraying that desperation, your stomach falling in the depths of your guts, as he comes closer and closer. His palm against the wall eventually falls on your cheek, the pad of his thumb describing the slowest caress you have ever experienced. You breath in and out harshly, anticipating the next movement even if it’s hard to tell what Law has in mind. In addition, for him, the game feels terribly intense, his own excitement almost unbearable. He wants to remember the taste on your lips. To have them printed on his flesh and bask on their scent. He doesn’t feel parted anymore, driven by lust and despair, unable to repress those emotions he has been fighting for so long. Not now that you’re looking at him this way. Not now that he feels the same agony nailing you there, in front of him.

“Guests like you are such a pain in the ass.” Law growls, before he eventually crushes his lips on yours, softly at first, almost too slowly. But soon enough, the desperation wins over reason, the sensuality of his kiss turning into something more intense, needy, and messy.

His slender fingers begin to explore your hair, fondling its softness, playing with your brownish locks, while his mouth doesn’t stop for a second. He doesn’t allow you to catch some fresh air, he doesn’t allow you to think. There, plastered against the kitchen’s door, you’re at his mercy, trapped under his claws. He slams your body harder against the entrance of the cafeteria, both of his hands now cupping your jaw, while he deepens the kiss. He opens his mouth, the tip of his tongue gently entering your cavity, yours immediately meeting his to share the most passionate dance. Both of your breathing are heavy, uncontrollable, a raging fire you both can’t contain anymore.

“Fuck…” Law snarls, while he parts his lips just slightly, not enough for you to escape from their eternal caress over yours. “I don’t want to stop.”

His plea sounds desperate, but you certainly share the emotion. You’ve kissed once. You have already been there together, but it has never been like this. You have been able to stop before things would get complicated. You have been able to find a way to control your emotions, and your desires. Yet now, it seems that you’re both unable to find a way to stop the wheel. You clench your fingers on his arm, pulling him closer, Law obliging, his body leaned with yours as both of his hands follow the curve of your back, only to fall in your rear and grope it.

“Don’t stop, please.” You mumble, your lips brushing his, your hazel irises focused on his. “I don’t want to stop either.”

He hesitates. Should he deny that eternal lust you’re both sharing? Should he act like the man or the captain? Duty over passion? Usually his heart would have been clear about the answer… Though Law can’t lie; he’s a man of many flaws. If he believes he should listen to that little voice in the back on his head, his fingers are already acting differently, palping the curves hidden under your jeans, eager to explore this unknown and unconquered territory, turning your sweet little person into his. He hums longly, his own mind on fire, trying to figure out his own feelings. But while he’s focused on this complicated task, he flinches when he senses the palm of your hand exploring his chest, following the muscles and the dark lines of his tattoo. He can’t be reasonable all the time, after all. A pirate isn’t reasonable. A pirate takes what he wants, and when he craves it.

“Yeah, fuck that.” He answers to his own torment, slamming your body back against the door, pinning both of your hands above your head, his mouth devouring yours in the most unconventional way. There, he can finally unleash what he has always been afraid to explore, his tongue meeting yours instantly, sharing the same passionate dance repeatedly, until you would suffocate and beg for more and some fresh air at the same time. He eventually abandons your pinned hands, one arm rolled around your waist, as he makes you spin, clumsily for sure, but enough for him to find the kitchen table. He helps you jump on it, making sure that you’re all settled and comfortable, at least, in the heat of the moment.

“Here?” You mumble between two kisses, swept in another world, while you can definitely feel the smile growing on his lips.

He grips the bottom of your top and lifts it over your head, while both of his hands finally fall onto your thighs, pulling you at the edge of the table.

“You can’t be picky.” He says with the same warm and tempting tone, his mouth exploring the crook of your neck, fingers eagerly working to unbuckle your pants. “Are you playing the prudish girl with me now?”

You hum loudly to the sensation of his digits on your warm skin, the heat of your body irradiating the entire room, as you wiggle on your legs to help him undress you.

“What if someone comes in?” You warn him, but Law immediately bites your neck, sensually teasing the area with his sharp teeth. “L…Law, I’m serious…”

He knows you’re perfectly serious and wary, yet he doesn’t have time, nor the motivation, to find another spot. Perhaps you could have settled for a more comfortable place, but right now, you’re both surrendering to the lust of the moment, and there’s no time to be afraid. You’re both taking a risk like this, but it’s something he’s more than willing to commit.

“Then, be loud enough to make them understand they really shouldn’t come in.” Law smirks devilishly, as he slides his fingers right into your already damp panties. “That’s what I thought; you really don’t want to go anywhere yourself, do you?”

As he talks, he begins to brush that more than sensitive and needy area of yours, coating his slender digits with your natural wetness, spreading it over your lips and clit, his grey eyes focused on your face, just to be certain that he’s doing an amazing job. He can’t believe he has been depriving himself from this sight, your parted lips and frown beautifully indicating that you wouldn’t survive such a temptation tonight. Too bad, Law thinks, because you’ve definitely signed for the entire show now, and the very thought sends even more blood down into his groin. Without any rush, as his golden stare is focused on your features, he begins to add more pressure down there, his lips finding their way back to yours, stealing another passionate kiss, his own cold heartbeat awakened after so many years. Lust is uncontrollable at this point, his expert fingers increasing their pace, until soft moans and harsh whispers would be swallowed in his throat. You move your hips to follow the rhythm, unable to remain calm and patient now that you have him this way. And surely, he doesn’t wish for you to behave either, devouring you right here with his mouth, fingers skillfully providing you waves of pleasure.

“Law…” You let loose desperately, as he increases the pace of his knuckles one more time, eager to see at what point you would break and ask for more.

He smirks against your skin, sensually finding that sensitive spot there, in the crook of your neck, his teeth peppering the area with the most dangerous nibbles. You find yourself bucking your hips to have more, a greedy monster unable to stop, at the edge of having the most powerful orgasm of your life. Perhaps Law felt it, because as soon as you begin to moan harder, he withdraws his fingers, abandoning your needy flower, as he looks at you with a certain satisfaction. Gently, he brings his coated digits to his mouth, shamelessly tasting you, before he eventually presses his palm over your shoulders and invites you to lay back onto the table.

“I guess you’ve earned it.” He growls, pulling both his jogging pants and underwear down, revealing his hardness, proudly bumping against his abs. “I wanted it for so long, Eileen.”

Words are escorted by expert movements of his hands, as he places them on your thighs, pulling on them to find the perfect place, his thumbs caressing your thighs up and down. Once he’s sure you’re in the best position, he grabs his manhood to rub it a few times on your wet lips, each time watching you losing your mind ; he definitely believes he can drive you crazy for minutes like this, yet, he’s also aware that you’re both quite needy and impatient right now. With a slow push of his hips, Law penetrates you, inch by inch, a long shiver running down his spine as he can’t believe how incredible you feel right now. You’re tight enough to drive him insane, his fingers clenched on your skin, a discreet plea escaping his lips. You close your eyes, arching your back, before you manage to wrap your legs around his waist, your hand falling to grip the edge of the table.

“Don’t tease…” You frown, somehow anticipating another of his little games, as you feel your patience disappearing for good.

However, it’s definitely not in Law’s plans to tease any longer, his hips suddenly bucking so hard that you see the stars for a second. No, really, he doesn’t wish to waste anymore time, somehow understanding that it has been far from being enough. Right there, narrowed walls trapping his cock inside of you, your face expressing nothing but pure bliss, he doesn’t wish to act cowardly. He wants you to be his, and only his. So without any word, hands coming up to caress your waist then breasts, Law thrusts at first with an easy pace, the room slowly filled with the filthy sound of your collading skins. You moan, your fingers looking for his, your eyes unable to look away, watching his grey eyes lidded, and his dark cheeks tainted with redder colors. You love what you see, finding how beautiful he can be one more time ; a demon of lust and passion, taking you right here, after so many months of teasing.

For a moment, you wonder how many minutes you can resist before begging him to continue what he has started previously, when his fingers were teasing your most sensitive area, waves of pleasure travelling through your veins like the sweetest illness. You wonder if he will ever go back to this, or only fuck you like this, his hips adopting a steady yet controlled pace, each time extracting more groans from your throat. He definitely knows what he’s doing, but god, you want so much more! You want to see how cruel he can be, the sadistic doctor taking care of this entire operation, until you would met under the power of his aura.

“Harder, please! Fuck! Please, touch me, give me more, Law…!”

Your words are almost like a scream ; you straighten yourself back up to roll your arms around his neck, your mouth immediately finding his. You want more, you need more. This is the greedy monster speaking within you at this point, and not the controlled woman you can be. You feel the droplets of sweat cascading down your spine, and his own heat enveloping you as a second skin. He chuckles, and slams his hips with a harsher pace, one of his hands coming between the two of you, only to play with your swollen clit.

“I didn’t know you could be such a glutton, even for sex,” He growls with a sensual voice, his tongue playing with your earlobe, now that you’re all plastered against him. He rolls his thumb over your clit, focused on your reaction. “Come on, don’t you want to be louder than this?”

Oh, he can’t help but play with you after all, now that his lust is tainted with the desperate need to tease you. You seem completely swept away, and he loves to have you this way. He slows his pace, only to have the privilege to watch his shaft coming and going so gently inside of you, his thumb sometimes coming down to coat more of your wetness.

“You really wanted me, do you?” He whispers against your skin, gentle kisses dropped in the crook of your neck. “You’re so fucking wet for me. I bet I can make you come over and over again…”

The sweet promise extracts another plea from your throat, as you move your hips to escort his slow thrusts, teeth digging into the skin of his shoulders. Satisfied to see that you’re not even able to answer, he presses his thumb harder on your clit, suddenly adopting such a quick pace that you can’t help but let loose that promised whimper he has desperately wished to hear. It feels too much! You can’t control yourself anymore, digging your teeth and your nails in his skin, trying your best to muffle those lovely sounds he’s the only one allowed to hear. As you finally reach your own nirvana, Law feels himself quite unable to resist the siren call, your walls clenching his cock so hard, that every of his thrust sends him at the edge of his end. As he kisses you one more time, he eventually follows your lead and cums as well, his growls disappearing in your mouth. After a moment when the both of you ride out your orgasms, he eventually pulls out, and wraps his hands behind your back.

“Are you okay?” He asks, almost tenderly, hoping you don’t regret what just happened between the two of you.

“Yes,” you reassure with a firm nod, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. “But I’m so sleepy right now…,”

He smirks and rolls his eyes, creating a room around you both, and holding you tighter than before. He can’t believe you almost made him believe that you weren’t sleepy… Well, for once, he doesn’t wish to scold you anymore. That’s probably for the best, if the two of you can get some sleep at this point.

“Not in my room…” You mumble one more time, eyes peering up with a certain authority.

For Law though, you only look like a demanding kitten, not that frightening but terribly cute, and he eventually sighs.

“I guess for once, I’ll give you the privilege to use the captain’s cabin.”

As you disappear from the kitchen, the two of you plastered together, Law intimates himself that it can’t be the only night you share together. Right there, with the warmness of your body against him, he begins to realise that you won’t ever be just a guest for him…

#one piece scenario #one piece headcanon #trafalgar law #trafalgar d. water law #law one piece #one piece fanfiction #one piece writing #trafalgar law x reader #not suitable #lemon #elliemehl #happy birthday bby!

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jenonctcity · 4 years

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Destroy Dick December - Jaemin

Na Jaemin – Smut, Crack, Fluff

Warnings: Graphic smut, oral.

Word Count: 3k

Summary: 00’s line take part in Destroy Dick December

Like No Nut November, Destroy Your Dick December is a month-long challenge related to orgasms of the penis persuasion.

On the first day of December you orgasm once, on the second you orgasm twice, on the third you orgasm three times, and so on.

Day 1:

As if making up for lost time, Jaemin had gone a bit sex mad the last few weeks of November. You’d previously hoped that if he had succeeded in no nut November, then the sex he’d provide you with in the beginning of December would be mind-blowing and unforgettable. He’d only lasted a week, and since then, he’d been trying to worm his way inside of your underwear nearly every day. You didn’t mind, he was pretty good at using his penis and the charm he used on you was enough to make the fabric of your panties stick to your dampening heat. But, where he had warned you in advance to no nut November, he’d neglected to tell you about his decision in destroy dick December.

He’d just finished fucking you till your eyes were rolling into the back of your head when he tucked his face into your perspiring neck, his cock still inside of you as it slowly softened, and his arms wrapped around your body to stop you from escaping him. Not that you wanted to.

“Baby,” He sang in a cute voice, hoping if he used a bit of aeygo on you it would persuade you to go along with his ridiculous idea. “I have something to tell you.” He started to whisper now, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine with every word.

“What?” You sighed, bracing yourself for whatever stupid thing he was about to propose to you. “You didn’t accidentally send my mum a selfie of you wearing my dress again did you?” You raised an eyebrow, sniggering at the memory of the time you’d left Jaemin alone whilst you showered, and he’d taken it upon himself to put on your dress and take a mirror selfie, meaning to send it to your phone but accidentally sending it to your mother instead. He groaned loudly, wiggling his hips and nipping at your neck.

“You promised never to speak of that again!” He whined like a spoilt brat, cringing at the vivid yet embarrassing memory. You laughed in response at his cute reaction and trailed your hands down his back, swirling your fingertips around his damp skin to soothe him. “I’m going to do destroy dick December, its basically a challenge th-” You cut him off as he started to ramble.

“I know what it is Jaemin. And no. I am not helping you with it.” You put on your stern voice, hoping if you showed your displeasure in it then he’d drop it and not take part in it.

“Why?!” He squeaked in surprise, sounding almost scandalized that you weren’t going to help him.

“Because its so unsafe Jaemin! All that masturbating and sex isn’t healthy for your body.” You scolded him, genuinely concerned for the health of his heart because in your opinion his health was way more important to you than a stupid internet trend. He huffed in annoyance, his breath flooding over your skin again and causing another shiver to ripple down your spine.

“Pretty please.” He whispered in the cutest voice he could muster, your eyes rolling in response.

“No. You can take part in it if you like. But I am not helping you.”

“But surely you can’t go without sex for a whole month and if you won’t help me then you can’t have sex with me.” He used his arms to suspend his body above yours, staring down at you with a smirk and a raised eyebrow, believing he’d caught you out. You deadpanned at him, not responding which caused him to wiggle his eyebrows at you to encourage a response.

“Fine, I’ll have sex with you once a day but that is it!”

“Deal!”

Day 4:

“Baby…I want to eat you out so badly…can I?” Jaemin’s sultry voice whispered in your ear, his teeth nipping at your ear lobe as a gentle persuasion. You closed your eyes, picturing his face between your legs, a smug look plastered on his face from how wet he’d made you and how you whimpered under his touch. A hum ripped from your throat, almost sounding like a soft moan as you actually felt a dribble of arousal leak from your entrance.

“I already gave you one orgasm today, that was the deal, remember?” You thought back to when you woke up beside Jaemin this morning. He’d rolled himself on top of you and rutted his leaking cock into your thigh until you parted your legs and let him have his way with you.

“I never said you had to do anything to me…” He circled his fingers over your thigh, ghosting his fingertips against the bare skin leading goose bumps to rise up. You scoffed a laugh, rolling your eyes at him as you took his hand in between your own.

“Na Jaemin, do I look stupid?” You raised an eyebrow at him, his eyes widening to show innocence and fake confusion. “I know you’ve had three orgasms so far, and you need another one so you’re trying to butter me up, so I’ll cave and perform another one on you. It isn’t happening.” He didn’t respond, his eyes darting around the room as he thought of something to say.

“Please?” Was the best he could come up with. You sighed, smiling cutely at him with a twinkle in your eye.

“Okay!”

“Really?” He gasped, his face lighting up like a struck match.

“No.” You said in a monotone voice, your face falling to one of no emotion. His face also fell, his eyebrows lowering and a pout forming on his face.

“You’re no fun.”

Day 8:

You hadn’t heard from Jaemin since earlier on in the morning. He’d sent you a simple good morning text and also told you how beautiful you looked despite the fact he hadn’t actually seen you. It was this charming personality that you fell in love with when you started dating Jaemin. His text had brought an undeniably huge smile to your face on your morning commute to work, patterning your good mood for the day. The day before you’d arrange to go to the dorm to see Jaemin in the evening after your shift at work had finished. You let yourself into the door like you usually do and raised a sceptical eyebrow at how silent it was. The eery silence not sitting right with you and leading your gut instinct to tell you something bad had happened.

“Nana?” You called out gently, removing your shoes and adventuring cautiously further into the dorm.

“I’m here.” A gruff and solemn voice called out from his bedroom. You let yourself in and gasped upon seeing his body all tucked up in bed, his head the only thing visible, a pout that told you he was feeling sorry for himself moulded onto his lips.

“What happened? Are you okay?” You rushed to his bed, sitting on the edge and staring down at him and scanning his head for any damage.

“No.” He stared up at you, a short sigh leaving his lips as he shuffled around underneath his cover, pulling his arms out from their confines. He held up his right hand to you, a wrist brace attached securely to his hand and wrist. Shock took over your body, your mouth popping open and eyebrows dropping in sadness at how your baby was hurt.

“What did you do?!” You moved around so that you were laying underneath the covers with him, resting your head on his chest and rubbing your hand over his chest comfortingly.

“I slipped over and sprained my wrist.” He cuddled you tightly, his chin resting on the top of your head. You knew he was going to milk this, your attention being too irresistible to him for him not to milk it.

“How did you do that?” You very gently grabbed his injured hand, pulling it towards you to place a delicate kiss to each of his fingertips. He remained silent, almost as if he was trying to avoid telling you how it happened.

“Erm…ha…funny story really.” He started to stumble over his words as he got nervous, his cheeks flushing red as embarrassment overtook him.

“Jaemin just tell me.”

“Okay well I had already jerked off four times and my penis was starting to get sore from only using spit. But lube is messy, so I decided to use it in the bathroom.” He cleared his throat, letting out another sigh as he continued on his story. “I dropped the lube and it went all on the floor, so I went to get something to clean it up with and when I came back, I misjudged how much lube was on the floor…and I slipped on it…” You had to use every ounce of self-control inside of you to stop yourself from combusting into a fit of giggles. “Don’t laugh!” He whined, snuggling his cheek into your hair, his face now bright red from his mortification. You couldn’t contain it any longer, laughs spilling from your mouth and your chest rising and falling rapidly as you chuckled.

“I can’t believe you sprained your wrist because of lube!” You pulled away from him, gazing at his pouty expression.

“It was so embarrassing babe, I had to shout for Jeno and then explain to him what had happened. Then when we got to hospital, I had to make up a lie to tell the nurse!”

“I hate to say it Jaemin, but I told you that this challenge was bad for your health.” Before you’d even finished your sentence, you’d started laughing again at the irony of the situation.

“Ha ha. So funny.” He deadpanned with no expression on his face. He then whined and started to pout once more. “I have a huge bruise on my hip too and I feel sore. I only have four more orgasms to go too before I completed the day.” You smiled gently at him, leaning forward to cup his face in the palm of your hands. You pressed a tender kiss to his puckered lips and bite your bottom lip at you pulled away.

“Can’t you use your other hand?”

“No, it’s useless.” You gingerly kissed his lips again, letting them linger against his own as you giggled softly.

“Well, I’m not going to make you cum four times, but I’ll hold up my end of the bargain and get you off once. How does that sound?”

“Sounds perfect.” He reached forward and connected your lips once more. You carefully straddled his thighs, not wanting to jostle him too much and hurt him as he was in a delicate state and very sore. You stroked his cheeks with your thumbs, kneading his lips with your own as the kiss heated up, his tongue breaking the barriers of your soft pillows and pushing against your tongue. He explored your mouth with his tongue, it brushing the roof of your mouth and almost dancing with your tongue in your passionate state of affair.

You moved around, removing your own clothes with ease and discarding them haphazardly on the floor. Jaemin had already gotten his pyjamas on before you’d made your entrance, so it was easy to pull down his pyjama bottoms and free his half-hard cock. You pulled away from the kiss, reaching down to his cock and gripping it firmly in your grasp. He seethed at the sudden contact, his bottom lip finding purchase between his teeth as he watched your every move with interest. You smirked up at him, leaning down to place a barely there kiss to the tip of his dick. Pre-cum coated your lips, your tongue swiping out to rid your lips of it. He groaned as he watched, erotic thoughts swirling around in his mind of all the dirty things you could do to each other. You pumped his shaft repeatedly until he was fully hard, soft breaths leaving his parted lips. Without any warning you took him in your mouth, hallowing your cheeks and sucking him harshly as you sank down further on his cock. His leg twitched up in response, his good hand finding its way to tangle in your hair. You closed your eyes momentarily, enjoying the heavy feel of him on your tongue as you bobbed your head up and down, his hand tugging at your hair in encouragement. You pulled off, your lips smacking together as you leaned down to lick up the underside of his shaft, purposely putting on a show for him. You trailed up the prominent vein with your tongue teasingly, placing another delicate kiss to the head as you reached it.

“No more baby, I want to be inside of you.” You smiled smugly at his request, pulling away from his hard appendage immediately to shuffle back up so you were hovering over his cock. “Wait, hold it there.” His injured hand gently settled on your waist to stop you from sinking down onto him. He used his left hand with slight inaccuracy as he stroked two fingers from your dripping hole up to your clit, only to drag them back to your hole and dip them in swiftly. He curled his fingers, pumping them in and out of you with not much rhythm, the use of his hand proving that it was his non-dominant hand. Nonetheless, it was doing a wonderful job. The tips of his fingers sending sparks of pleasure up through your body causing a chain reaction of your nerves.

“I’m ready.” You whispered, his fingers retreating from you without having to be told twice. Jaemin always liked to prepare you before you took his cock, the thought of hurting you from the sudden intrusion making his heart hurt. So just to be on the safe side, he always fingered you first or ate you out. You held his cock to your entrance, taking a deep breath before sinking down onto him slowly. You let out a whine, feeling how his cock rippled up your walls as he entered you without any resistance. His eyes screwed up as your tightness felt like heaven wrapped around his cock. You leaned forward, attaching your lips to his as you both took a moment to adjust to the sudden connection you had between your bodies. “Tell me if I’m hurting you Jae.” You whispered against his lips, rolling your hips forward and gripping onto his shoulders for support.

“You’re fine baby, go crazy.” He would endure the pain if it meant he could keep his cock buried deep inside of you when he finished. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your bare chest to his as his arms automatically connected around your waist. You ground your hips into his before starting to bounce, his cock doing wonders to your insides. You felt tingles go up your spine, your head wanting to loll back from the pleasure you felt. Jaemin had a tight grip on you, moving his own hips in time with yours despite the slight ache of pain he felt on his hip. You felt your body get hotter the more you moved against him, his skin starting to feel slick against you from the heated activity. “You feel so good doll.” He moaned out, attaching his hot lips to the skin of your neck, sucking his mark into your skin as you slowed your hips to circle them slowly.

“Jaemin you’re gonna make me cum.” You whined, letting your head roll back as Jaemin planted his feet against the mattress, bucking his hips up into yours. His cock started to hit your sweet spot inside of you, stars floating around the backs of your eyelids as you winced from the overwhelming feeling of white-hot ecstasy took over your system. You gripped onto him hard as you rode out your orgasm, moving with him to bring him to his own high.

“Hold on baby, take it like a good girl.” He grunted into your ear, holding you to him tightly as he continued fucking up into you at an almost superhuman pace. You started to experience the high inside of you build up again like a bottle of fizzy drink being shook up. Something inside of you snapped again and you found yourself cumming on his cock for a second time within the space of five minutes.

“Jaemin!!! Oh my god!” You squeaked, feeling yourself release over his cock, his thrusts becoming sloppier as he neared his own peak. The juices you’d leaked onto his cock made a slick sound resonate throughout the room only to be interrupted by Jaemin’s loud moan, his hips slamming into your one more time as he came. The tight rope inside of him breaking as he realised hot sticky cum inside of you.

“Shit.” He cursed, relaxing against the bed in exhaustion from how hard he went. He then winced as the pain he felt overpowered all his other senses. “Your turn to clean me up this time.” He shot you a cheesy grin, his chest rising and falling fast as he tried to regain control of his breathing. You let out a weak laugh, very slowly rising off of him and smirking as you stayed crouched over him, letting his cum dribble from you onto him. “Hey!” He groaned, watching as you made more mess on him.

“I have to clean it up anyway, let me have my fun first.” You leaned forward, pecking his lips before you stood up off of the bed with shaky legs, pulling on his robe before making your way to the bathroom to get a hot cloth. When you came back you wiped him down, doting on him in the same way he normally would for you when he was giving you aftercare.

“I could get used to this.” He winked at you; his cheeky smile still plastered on his face.

“Well don’t.” He pouted at your words, trying his best to be cute. “Still can’t believe you slipped on lube.” You burst out laughing at the memory of his confession, his face immediately falling, cheeky smile completely wiped from his face.

Destroy Dick December: Na Jaemin - Fail.

(A/N: Hey! This was the last part to my No Nut November/ Destroy Dick December series, it’s been two long months and I’m honestly quite proud of how much I’ve written and by how much love this series has gotten. I hope you’ve enjoyed this series and look forward to my upcoming fics. Please let me know some feedback on this series, or just tell me your favourite part in a certain piece, or which members was your favourite. Love you all!)

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A boy who cried a wolf

Pairing: human Jungkook x werewolf reader genre: fluff,smut, Supernatural au, fantasy au, angst if u look with microscope warnings: SEX Words: 10662 A/N: I’m finally happy to present this fic for you guys. I have been working on it for ages and I’m really satisfied with the results. Summary: Once upon a time there was a boy who cried the wolf and the wolf who loved the boy. The wolf was ready to risk everything to be with her human and they boy was ready to face the world he never knew existed. Butterfly Effect m.list

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Long time ago in a far away land was a village which was only separated by small meadow from big and dark forest. There was many stories where someone has entered the forest and never returned. The trees were so tall that you couldn't navigate with the help of sun or the stars because you simply weren't able to see the sky over the tree branches. You always laughed to those stories, why someone would be afraid of the forest? The forest was your sanctuary, a calm place which melt your worries away. Ever since you had known how to walk you had been spying the people who lived in the village from the edge of the forest.

You were always near but not to seen. Your favorite pair of people was two young boys, one with dark brown hair and matching pair of eyes and another with soft blonde cloud of hair and deep dark eyes.

You enjoyed watching how they liked to run on the meadow among the sheep who were eating the grass lazily. You laughed when they did and cried when they felt down. You almost felt like they were your friends. Years passed and the boys grew and you along them. Sometimes your big brother came to watch the villagers too but he got bored rather easily and left you alone to enjoy your time.

You had just turned sixteen and were once again spying your boys behind tree trunks when your first encounter with them happened. It was late spring evening and the sun has started to set when you spotted the familiar faces running towards the woods, when they reached the border between the forest and the meadow they stopped hesitating.

''Are we really going to do this?'' The older, but funnily shorter, of the two asked looking his friend feeling insecure.

''I mean, we have came this far, don't you think that it would be too stupid to back out now?'' The younger one says and raises his right hand higher and only by then you notice the dark glass bottle in his hand.

''I ques that you are right.'' The older one agrees and takes a first step in to the forest. His friend follows him right after.

The boys have difficulties to navigate in the darkness but your eyes were used to dark and you knew the forest like you knew your hands, so it was easy for you to keep up with them. You lightly chuckled when one of the boys almost fell on his face because his foot got stuck on root sticking from the ground. The boys doesn't seem to be sure about direction and instead they walk aimlessly forward.

''I think the village is now far enough.'' The older one says and glances to the direction of the village, he can't see the village lights anymore.

''I agree.'' The second one says and they happily sit down on the ground, the older one leaning on fallen tree trunk and younger sits on the rock next to him.

''So should we open it?'' The older boy gestures towards the bottle. ''It's not everyday that my sister gets married and our folks brings alcohol on view.'' He adds and your attention turns to their clothing.

Instead of their usually grey cotton shirts and brown pants with suspenders they are both wearing straight black pants with polished shoes and a white shirts under a west. Only difference in their attires is that the older ones west is brown and younger ones' is deep green.

''One day you have a bride yourself, Miss Park Jimin, that sounds quite nice.'' The younger one teases the another and you can see even though the darkness that the one being teased is blushing.

''I think that Miss Jeon Jungkook isn't bat either.'' Jimin teases his friend who flashes a sheepish smile.

''Whatever, let's open this thing.'' Jungkook changes the subject and raises the bottle in his hand.

''Hey Jimin, how we are going to open this without a bottle opener?'' Jungkook grins awkwardly.

''I saw once how my father opened a bottle with his teeth, let me try.'' Jimin says and takes the bottle from his friend.

How foolish. You watch amused how Jimin puts the cork in his mouth and pulls it with his teeth. At first the cork stays and remains stuck but after few failed attempts and huffs the cork pops open and Jimin almost cracks his teeth while doing it. A strong and bitter smell of booze hits your nose and you flinch. The drinks in your home always smell so sweet and fruity that it's hard for you to believe that someone actually want to drink something like that. Jimin spits the cork out of his mouth and grins.

''Bottoms up.'' He cheers and takes a big gulp of the drink. When the booze hits his throat Jimin couches loudly and closes his eyes.

Jungkook laughs to his reaction but when it’s his turn to taste his reaction is the same.

''This is strong stuff, no wonder that your dad usually hides it on top of shelf.'' Jungkook admits and wipes his mouth.

The boys drink for a while in silence passing the bottle for each other. You get more comfortable and lay down on the forest bed. When time passes the reactions caused by the strong taste of booze weakens on the boys faces and they seem to get more light headed.

''Hey Jimin?'' Jungkook breaks the silence after another sip.

''Yeah?''

''Have you ever wanted to leave our village?''

''Sometimes. I often imagine how I leave my home and began to live as traveling performer.'' Jimin admits his cheeks in pink tint, that may be caused by his confession or the drink.

''Pfft, you a performer? What would you do?'' Jungkook teases his friend.

''I would sing and maybe dance, who knows. Maybe I would get invited to the palace.''' Jimin shrugs his shoulders. ''What about you? Have you ever considered leaving?''

''Yeah, I have always wanted to be a soldier. I want to bring glory to my country and honor to my family.''

You let a small huff escape from your mouth from his confession. Not because you think it's funny but because how accurate it is. You could see in your mind Jungkook in shining armor ready to lead a battle.

''Did you hear that?'' Jimin asks your mistake didn't go unnoticed.

''Did I hear what?'' Jungkook asks and he looks around alerted.

You start backing up deeper in the forest and in your hurry you miss a fallen tree branch under your feet which makes a sound leading the boys to look in to your direction. You know that you have been spotted when Jungkook's eyes meet yours.

''Jimin! Shit its a wolf!'' Jungkook screams panicked and gets up fumbling

from his sitting place.

You are frozen to your place too shocked to move and captivated by Jungkook's eyes that you won't even blink before Jimin has also spotted you.

''We need to go!'' Jimin tells and the bottle slips from his hands and falls on the forest ground spilling its insides on the ground.

You are able to recover from your shock and you spin around and start running deeper into the forest.

You would think that your cover being blown would make you stop spying on the village but it made you only even more curious about humans and the life outside of your forest. What came to Jimin and Jungkook they were punished by their parents to look after the sheep grazing on the meadow because they busted in to Jimin's sisters wedding smelling like a booze and crying a wolf. After all there hasn't been any wolf sighting in fifteen years.

It was your twentieth birthday and you were laying on your bed looking up to the ceiling where the ceiling beams were supporting the roof of your cabin. You really weren't in the mood of celebrating even though turning twenty meant that you would be adult in standards of your small community. You hear a soft knock by the door and your big brother, Alpha of the pack, peeks in.

''Can I come in?'' He ask and flashes a kind smile.

''No.'' You snort but he won't listen to you and steps in. ''What do you want Jin?'' You ask and roll on sitting position on your bed.

Jin comes to sit next to you and ruffles your hair. ''It is a big day, shouldn't you be more excited?'' Jin looks you with genuine care and his honey colored eyes glister in the sun.

You can clearly see why any single woman of the pack would drool after him, his shoulder are wide and his body is strong, his face is sculptured like a angels with soft perky lips, straight nose and soft brown hair cut into mullet.

''What it is to be excited about?'' You groan ''I hate double standards.'' You tell and hug fluffy pillow on your lap.

''It is a tradition to find a spouse for a shewolf if she doesn't have one when she turns twenty. Even our parents found each other in that way.''

''And where that lead to them, unhappy marriage and a mother who ran away with a water spirit.'' You retort sarcastically back. ''I think it's truly unfair that I have to get engaged with someone who I didn't choose.''

''I thought you were okay with getting married with Mark?''

''I mean he is only tolerable man in the pack but it doesn't mean that I love him.''

''Who you would want instead, that human boy?'' Now it's Jin's turn to sound sarcastic ''And how well that would go? 'Hey I'm Y/N and I have been spying on you ever since we have been kids. Don't be totally freaked out but I have huge crush on you and I thought that we could get married.'''Jin ends his speech with miming your voice and your face twists in anger.

''Get out!'' You yell pissed and throw the pillow at his face.

''Fine, I go. Being mad at me won't save you from tonight celebration though. Elena will be here in a hour to help you get ready.'' Jin raises his hands for surrender and leaves your room.

You know that he is right, after all you don't have the guts to defy traditions, right? Surely Mark would be good mate, after all you had known him since you were toddlers. And Jin is right, Jungkook would never want to be with someone like you. You curl in to a small ball and let silent tears fall.

Jin's words are true when exactly a hour has passed you hear another knock by your door and and a storm also known as Elena arrives to your room. Elena is your father's new partner who was able to pull your sulking father away from his depression after your mother left. Elena has a dark skin and a matching curls pulled in tight ponytail. She is a curvy woman who's loud laughter easily filled a room and gained attention of others. Elena is wearing tight leather pants with knee length boots and tight white shirt that hugs her in all right places.

''What are you doing still on bed? Come on, your bath is waiting.'' Elena pulls you up the bed and pulls you after her in to the living space of your cottage.

Your home is small and it only consist on three rooms, your bedroom, Jins bedroom/ office and the living space. There is no bathroom, those are for rich people only and when you have to relief yourself outhouse is the place. Jin is nowhere in sight and you ques that he has escaped somewhere out of the way. Elena stops you in front of the steaming bathtub of water and starts to loosen strings on the back of your shirt.

''You should be grateful for your brother, even though he is busy with his Alpha duties he still had time to pick water from stream and boil it for you.'' Elena chatters away. ''Hands up'' She ads and you are barely able to obey when she pulls the shirt over your head.

As a werewolf idea of undergarments seems rather bothersome, you get naked to sift so often that tucking and pulling those on and of would be waste of time. Soon you are completely naked and covered to your chin in the steaming bath while Elena rubs a soap over your hair.

''How long it has been since you took a bath?'' Elena asks while going through particularly difficult knot on your untamed H/C hair.

''A while, I prefer washing up as a wolf.'' You grin but yelp when Elena pulls your hair too harshly.

''It's not bathing if you go to swim in your fur.'' She huffs and you roll your eyes.

Elena keeps chattering about anything and everything while you let her voice buzz in the background of your thoughts. After your bath Elena pulls out a dress and flinch unhappily, dresses weren't your thing even though human women usually preferred them over the pants. The dress is simple and pure white, only to be tied with a belt on your waist. You let helplessly Elena to groom you and you are sitting on stool while Elena goes through your hair with comp when Jin enters again.

''You look good.'' Jin tells and shows his thumbs ups which gains eye roll from you as an answer.

''Seokjin, why you aren't wearing your formal wear yet?'' Elena lectures Jin who lets out sheepish smile being caught by the woman. In times like these Jin didn't seem like an Alpha at all.

''I'm just about to get changed.'' Jin tells and escapes to his room.

''Sometimes I wonder was it a good idea to make him an Alpha so early.'' Elena mumbles to herself and you chuckle at her words.

A knock comes by the front door and Elena tells the newcomer to enter. A young girls steps in carrying a flower grown in her hands.

''My mom told me to deliver this here.'' She tells shyly and you can't help yourself but smile to her.

''Thank you, please bring it here.'' Elena tells softly and the girl comes to you holding tightly at the grown.

''Would you like to put the grown top of Y/N's head?'' Elena asks and little girls smile widens in excitement.

''Yes please.'' She says and you tilt your head lower so she is able to reach your head.

''Thank you Amber.'' Elena tells and images flashes on your mind, you had seen the girl before playing with her friends in the village center.

''Thank you.'' You say as well and Amber leaves the cabin happily giggling for herself.

Elena pulls a hand mirror out somewhere and shows your reflection to you. You have to admit that you look quite good. Your usually wild H/C hair is tamed into soft curls and your skin is glowing after the cleaning.

''I look amazing, thank you Elena.'' You gasp admiring yourself from the mirror your E/C eyes looking back at you with full of wonder.

''You are welcome sweetie. I have to go and get myself already. Me and your father will see you at the party.'' Elena tells and takes the mirror from your hands and puts it on the table. ''You look stunning, everything will go great.'' Elena adds and gives a small peek to your forehead.

Distant drumming is reaching your ears and you are shifting from one foot to another nervously. Your future husband, Mark is standing next to you and offering you a calming smile. Mark is slim man with dark hair and his features are mix of Asian and western, his eyes are little bit crooked in typical way of Asian's but his shin is strong and angular. Mark is wearing black leather pants and a short fur coat on his shoulders which is typical part of formal attire in your pack, and a simple plain white shirt underneath. Neither of you are wearing shoes and that rule goes by every party goer tonight.

''Are you nervous?'' Mark asks voice full of worry.

''A little.'' You admit flashing a nervous smile.

''It's just a party.'' Mark tries again to assure you.

''A party where going with you literally means that I have decided to take you as my mate.'' You huff irritated and Mark looks taken back.

''I know that I wasn't your first option but don't rub it on my face.'' Mark barks back and you can see his eyes flash orange.

You take a deep breath and try to calm yourself down. ''You are right, I'm sorry. Let's get this over with.''

Your small village is located in a valley surrounded by mountains and rough landscape. If you don't know the route in its impossible to find in. In middle of your village goes a steaming river and get to across it you have to go over a wide wooden bridge. Right after the bridge goes the small town center where the party is taking its place. When you reach the bridge the drumming turns even louder and you can see the torches lighting up the night sky. Everywhere you look at is food and people in their wolf or human form having fun. You are only female to wear white and everywhere you look at you can see women dressed in bright colors, all the men are wearing similar attires to Mark only with some variation of their shirt and cloak colors.

A small band is beating the drums in the border of the square their bodies following the beat. Someone notices you and points at you followed by loud cheers of the celebrating people. You wave awkwardly back to the people who you have known your whole life and walk the rest of the way towards the square followed by moody Mark. Still you couldn't blame him after your split up. Who would be excited to get married with someone who wasn't clearly into them? Mark has only accepted to marry you because his visible crush towards you and this being the only way to be with you.

''You are finally here.'' Jin steps out from the crowd and comes towards you with open arms. He hugs you and whispers. ''Even a minute later and I would had made someone to pick you up.'' When he lets go of you there is no trace of his threat and his face is full of smiles. Jin's fur cloak is only one which stands on the crowd, as and Alpha he is wearing a cloak that almost reaches on the ground.

''My fellow pack member today we have gathered here to celebrate my sisters coming to age ceremony and her engagement to Mark.'' The whole crowd goes silent and the drumming stops when their Alpha is speaking. ''As all of you know this party is more than just having fun, it's about making sure that our pack will bloom in the future and bless us with more offspring. Werewolf are one of the species which numbers are getting smaller year by year while humans take more and more space with their growing population. There were times were our kind didn't have to hide and we were free to be what we are but sadly things changed. Humans got scared of us and our powers, where we were winning in power they were leading with numbers.'' Jin pauses and some pack members boo to his words. Jin raises his hand and everyone turn silent again. ''We aren't alone in this situation, other creatures like elves and even vampires are in the same situation. It's more important than ever to have each other backs and make sure that our culture and us in individuals will remain.'' When Jin ends his speech the grow cheers and the drumming returns.

Everyone return to have fun and except you to follow after all it's your party and you are expected to be in cloud nine after catching one of the most wanted single men in the pack. Coming to age party is exceptional in that way that almost every other party in the werewolf tradition consist on ceremonies and rules that you have to follow. The chaos and lack of rules in the coming age party is supposed to symbolize the ending youth and beginning of the adult responsibilities.

''I will go to meet my friends.'' Mark informs and slips away from the place and you nod as an answer in your thoughts.

You aren't able to dream for long when Elena and your father reaches you. Your father is in his late fifties, his once light hair turning into grey, he is like older version of your brother to be honest. Your father is limping his right leg and leaning to walking stick. Permanent injuries are rare in the wolf world where everyone heals quickly but your father was trapped under a fallen tree trunk for days before he was found and his bone had ossified in twisted way. The healers of the pack had had to break his leg all over again and it was never the same again even after healing.

''There's my girl.'' Your Father smiles warmly when he stops in front of you. Elena is smiling next to to him holding his free hand.

''Here I'm.'' You try to sound cheerful but you fail horribly.

''Where is my future son in law?'' Your father asks and glances around in hopes of seeing him.

''We had a small fight.'' You admit with quiet voice.

''Y/N...'' Your father sighs is disappointment.

''Don't worry about it, I'm sure that Mark is able to recover from it.'' Jin butts in and you glance your brother angrily.

''Jin is right, after all we all know how smitten Mark is with Y/N.'' Elena steps in to calm your father.

''I guess you are right.'' Your father's face softens again.

''I bet they will make such a beautiful babies.'' Elena tells with dreamy voice. While your father is agreeing with Elena you slip away in the crowd.

No one really doesn't seem to get you. Everyone is so excited about your marriage and future puppies that they forgot how you are feeling about it. If you could you would run. Run, that one word consumes you and you start pushing your way through the mass of people. Some worried looking pack members tries to stop you but you are too stubborn. You need air somewhere where isn't other wolves. Before you even realize you have sifted in to your wolf form and running all fours towards the beginning of the valley and where the secret passageway to the outside world is located.

You keep running without any particular destination in your mind but soon you understand that you have picked the direction of the nearest human village. You feel like your heart is about to burst in your chest and you won't stop until you reach the tree line. Your storming mind calms instantly when you see Jungkook laying on the meadow his eyes closed and lips parted. He is supposed to look after the sheep but he is snoring lightly. Your mind goes blank and you crawl closer in your wolf form. People should give more credit to the animals, the sheep won't even flinch when you near the sleeping man, after all they have heard and smelled you over the years when you had spied the village and deemed you to no threat to them. You turn into small ball next to Jungkook and close your eyes seeking comfort in Jungkook's warmth.

''What the hell I do, there is a wolf sleeping next to me!'' Someone's voice is breaking in to your dreams and you sift annoyed.

''I don't know, don't be so loud or you wake it up.'' Another voice hurries to answer. This dream is getting rather annoying. ''Should I get your father?'' Your ears twitch and you are more aware of reality.

''So he can kill the wolf? No'' The first speaker sifts next to you and finally you open your eyes.

You have to blink few times before you believe what you are actually seeing. Jungkook is sitting next to you on the grass his body rolling with fear and Jimin is standing next to him and not in any better shape. For a moment three of you only stare at each other without knowing what to to.

''The wolf is acting rather strange, maybe it is just a large dog?'' Jimin gains the courage to speak when nothing happens.

''No, I'm sure it's wolf. There isn't a dog that huge in this world'' Jungkook answer quickly back. Are they saying that you are fat? You huff annoyed and both men tense again. ''There is something definitely going on with this animal, I mean look at the sheep! They don't even flinch even when their natural predator is right next to them.''

''Perhaps its a werewolf?''

''Don't be an idiot those are just some stupid old tales to scare kids to behave.'' Jungkook tells rolling his eyes to his friend. Only if you knew...

You have come to understand that neither of them is going to pull a knife at you or go to ask for help. Maybe your behavior is really that odd for an animal. You get up on all fours and decide to leave just in case they have second thoughts. The men are left behind when you sprint in to run just before the forest line you end up taking a quick look back seeing them still dumb founded on the meadow. What neither you or the two men doesn't notice is a extra pair of eyes looking after you when you disappear into the forest.

When you reach home you get a lifetime long lecture from your brother how it's disrespectful to leave from your own party even it wasn't a formal event.

''...I was so ashamed to tell to your future husband where you were as an alpha I should know these thing and even more as your brother...'' Jin keeps rambling on and there is no other option than you to swallow and listen.

When Jin finally stops panting you are finally able to put some words in. ''I'm sorry that I left. I will also apologize Mark.'' You tell nervously. There is no chance that you would tell Jin what actually happened during your little escape he would flip even more.

''Oh, I will make sure that you do, but for now you are under house arrest.''

''What the hell, I'm an adult, you can't do that to me!''

''Well you surely doesn't act like a one, so you won’t be treated as such.'' Jin barks back.

''You can't make me!''

''Maybe not as your brother but as your alpha I demand you to stay inside of these four walls until further notice.''

''I fucking can't believe you! Did you just use alpha’s command on me?''

''Yes I did.'' Jin's voice is firm when he answers but his eyes seem little hesitant.

''I can't stand you right now.'' You tell voice full of rage and go to your room slamming the door shut. Okay maybe you acted somewhat still like a teenager, but you just couldn't take your brother for now.

Jin surely kept his word, first two weeks of your house arrest you weren't allowed to leave the small cabin and only company you were allowed to have over was Mark, your future husband. At first your time spent together was awkward after all you had left him on the party but when days passed you were grateful from the company. You and Jin still avoided each other both regretting your fight but both too hard-headed to admit it. When the two weeks has passed you were allowed outside again, but only in the surrounding of your village, you weren't allowed to enter the forest and there was surely no speak about even going near the human village. You finally gained your true freedom when the summer has started to turn in to Autumn and the leaves on the trees started to turn different shades of yellow and red. Your fur's color has started to change color along with the leaves as well.

You still haven't admitted your faults to your brother and he didn't say that he is sorry either but you were having some sort of truce. You start to visit the forest border next to the human village again and time to time you are able to see glances of Jungkook but Jimin isn't nowhere in sight. Even Jungkook seems to miss his friend sighing time to time looking up the sky in longing.

You are once again spying the humans but you are sad to notice that this time Jungkook isn't spending his time among the sheep and instead the field is out of humans. You wait for a hour but only human that arrives is some stranger human man who is told to look after the sheep.

You can see even when is his back against the woods that he is tall and muscular underneath his clothing even though this detail doesn't give you much.

You are about to turn around and leave when you finally hear a familiar voice.

''Hey Jackson guess what!' Jungkook jells from a long way while he runs toward the meadow.

''You got accepted?'' Jackson answers with smirk when Jungkook stops in front of him panting.

''How did you know?'' Jungkook seems sad that he wasn't able to surprise the another man.

''Well you have been talking about becoming a soldier since you were a little kid.'' Jackson smirks.

''Not just any kind of soldier, I was accepted to trials to train to become on of the new king's guards. Anyone can apply to be a regular soldier and get in but only the best are accepted in to the kings watch.'' Jungkook is full of excitement like a little child.

''When you are leaving?''

''In two weeks. The journey to the capital isn't a short one.''

''Ah, what do I do when both of you are gone? Jimin left to travel as touring performer and now you are also leaving me.'' Jackson sight dramatically. Wait Jimin is gone? You feel angry about how much you have missed.

'' I don't know, keep the mill rotating?'' Jungkook smirks subtly.

''You know I do.'' Jackson sighs.

You have heard enough and let rest of the men's conversation to go in from an ear and out from another. Jungkook will be leaving the village and your chance with him will be lost forever.

All this time you had secretly hoped to somehow to be with Jungkook even when you are engaged to another. You can see with your eyes how you will be spending rest of your life stuck in your village, which isn't that bad you love your home, and breeding pups to a man who you don't even love. At that moment you have made your decision, you had to make him to fall in love with you just in two weeks and hope that it was enough to stop him from leaving. Only problem in that was that you have to appear in front of him in your human form and if anything is scary to you then that is. ~ You cringe for your reflection but you had decided that little dressing up wouldn’t make any harm in your quest of charming your knight. You are wearing one of your few dresses, the one fitting for colder weather, and measuring the results. The dress is soft blue with tulle skirt and a matching bow on the back. You had struggled when you had tried to put corset on your own for a first time and with few failed attempts you had managed to put yourself somewhat together. Now the only problem was how you could slip out of the pact village without alerting your brother or the wolves who would be patrolling outside. It was almost dawn and you had thought that best opportunity to slip out without detecting in your current outfit was now. You could hear slight snoring coming from Jin’s room when you tried to sneak through the floor towards the front door. A creaking plank makes you halt when Jin’s snoring halts but you breath in relief when it continues after short pause. You shut the cabin door quietly and sigh in relief, one obstacle down and one left. You hide behind of huge rock near the stream crossing your village when a patrolling wolf passes you. You hold your breath when the wolf walks past you. You are again grateful for your luck when he doesn’t spot you. Werewolves has heightened instincts but they were also able to move quietly without being detected if they had been training for year and luckily for you being an old’s alphas daughter and current ones sister you had been through many lessons. You walk over the bridge and are able to reach the other side of the village where the passageway to the forest is located. Your journey to the human village is slower than usual after all you don’t want to ruin your outfit by sifting and you have to settle walking on two feet instead. The sun is rising and painting the sky in light pink when you finally begun to near the forest border. You hesitate with your steps when you reach the meadow but collect your courage and step in to human world. You walk across the meadow and past the sheep and sleeping sepherd to get on the border of the village. There is a low wooden fence separating the meadow from the village area and you cross over it easily. The scents hit you all at once. Usually when you are staying only by the border and meadow the air is full of scent of grass and sheeps wool masking the scents coming from the village. You look around in wonder and note to yourself that the place is slightly bigger than your home village. The roads are made of dirt and the houses are one or two floor buildings made of rocks and the roofs are mainly built with hey. You can see how a baker is opening his bakery putting freshly baked bread on display. The scent pulls you closer and you admire the freshly baked pastries though the window. The baker notices you and gestures you to come in but you shake your head and step away from the window. You didn’t have any human money. When you turn around you hit something and close your eyes hissing. Your head throbs and you rub your forehead with your temple. ‘’Oh, I’m so sorry are you okay miss?’’ You look up and recognize the man fas Jackson who you had earlier seen with Jungkook. Jackson’s eyes were full of worry and he searched your face worriedly. Jackson was carrying a heavy sack of flours on his shoulder and he was heading inside the bakery when you had spun around and caught him by surprise. You had to admit that up close Jackson was even better looking that you first thought but he was nothing compared to Jungkook in your eyes. The man has black hair covered with a brown transmitter cap and he is wearing a matching pants with white long sleeve shirt. ‘’I’m, I wasn’t looking where I was going. I should be the one to apologize.’’ You tell shyly. ‘’Let’s just say that we both are in fault then.’’ Jackson says flashing a small smile. ‘’I’m Jackson by the way.’’ Jackson tells offering his hand for you to shake. ‘’I kno- I mean I’m Y/N.’’ You had almost told him that you knew who he was but he didn’t seem to notice your mistake. ‘’I haven’t seen you around before. It’s rare to see strangers here.’’ ‘’Oh well, I’m just passing by with my brother…’You lie smoothly. If you would have said that you were traveling on your own you would get strange and disapproval looks, you were a woman after all! ‘’I see, where is he now if I may ask?’’ Jackson asks curiously.

‘’Um, I’m sure that he is around.’’ You try to pry him of. The bakery door opens and the baker steps out from the door. Only now you notice how similar his features are to Jackson and you are sure that he is related to him somehow. ‘’Jackson what are you doing? I need the flour, these breads won’t bake themselves.’’ The man tells jokingly.

‘’I’m sorry father I was caught in chatting with Y/-, oh she’s gone.’’ Jackson looks around and you aren’t nowhere to be seen, you had slipped away during his father had caught his attention. You decide to continue your adventure in the village and walk deeper into the center where you can see people waking up and getting ready to coming day. Small shops are opening their doors and welcoming customers in. You stop in front of a window of small tailoring shop and admire the dresses on display. Even though you didn’t wear dresses yourself it didn’t mean that you couldn’t admire them! A beautiful busy looking brown haired woman in her late forties comes by the window inside of the shop and starts to do adjustments on dresses in display but when she notices you she stops and taps on the window. You look her confused and soon she hurries out of the door. ‘’Hey miss, could I bother you for a sec?’’ She ask smiling excitedly. ‘’What do you need?’’ You ask curiously. ‘’You are in perfect size for a dress I’m making, could you model for me a little. I will be sure to pay for your troubles.’’ She tells measuring you with her gaze. ‘’I don’t know if I’m that good model.’’ ‘’Nonsense! Come in.’’ She doesn’t leave you space for argument when she pulls you after her into the small shop. You look around amazed seeing dresses, shirts, pants, vests and other pieces of clothing in different stages of making. The woman leads you to the mannequin where a beautiful teal colored dress is on display. The dress has a complicated corset and many layers which make you feel little stuffed even when you aren’t even the one wearing it. ‘’A customer of mine ordered this dress for her daughter’s birthday and I’m sure that you are close to her size. If you could wear it while I make few fixes it would help me a lot.’’ The woman continues while starting to remove the dress gently from the mannequin. You can’t put even a word in when she chatters away the dress. When she has finally removed the dress she pulls you behind the curtain with her and her hands find your dress’ strings. You stop her by putting your hand on top of hers. ‘’Uh Mam, you are eagerly trying to undress me while i don’t even know your name.’’ You tell smiling awkwardly. ‘’Oh, how silly of me when I get excited I keep forgetting to give my name. My name is Jeon Dae but you can call me just Dae.’’ She finally gives her name away. ‘’I’m Y/N.’’ You offer with small smile. ‘’Well it’s nice to meet you miss Y/N, are you still willing to help me?’’ Dae asks hopefully. You almost remind her that you never promised to help her at first place but decide otherwise. ‘’ I will and please just call me Y/N.’’ You agree and Dae gets to work to remove your dress and replace it with her model. For a while you just watch in silence how the woman spins around you a needle between her lips and a few other on her hand while making adjustments with her dress. A small bell chimes and someone steps in to the shop but you cant see the newcomer behind the heavy curtain. ‘’Mother it’s me.’’ You hear a familiar voice and you can swear that your heart stop beating for a second. ‘’I’m in the back with a customer, wait a second.’’Dae yells back. ‘’It’s my son Jungkook, I’m sure that you will like him.’’ Dae tells with smile and looks up from her crouched position from working the hem.

Steps near the curtain and stops in other side of it. ‘’Can I step in? Is the customer properly dressed?’’ He asks hesitating. ‘’Is it okay that my son comes in?’’ Dae asks you and you nod your head in loss of words. ‘’Okay, you can come in now.’’ Dae tells and the curtain is pulled aside revealing Jungkook’s cheerful face. You feel suddenly shy when you are so close to him for a first time and look down your feet. ‘’Jackson’s father send us some pastries as a thanks for you repairing his shirt yesterday.’’ Jungkook tells showing the paper bag in his arms. ‘’That’s so nice of him but he shouldn’t have to.’’ Dae answers with small smile. ‘’Jungkook this is Y/N, she offered to help me with the dress.’’ Dae introduces you turning Jungkook’s attention to you. ‘’Oh it’s nice to meet you, I’m glad that you offered to help my mother.’’ Jungkook tells with fond smile on his lips, he clearly loves his mother. ‘’Umm, it has no trouble at all.’’ You assure smiling shyly. ‘’I’m finally done.’’ Dae declares and looks the dress happily. ‘’The dress is pretty but so is the model.’’ Jungkook tells with a grin. ‘’I know, anyone wearing my clothes look neither dull or ugly but even without it she would be beautiful.’’ Dae agrees. ‘’Kook could you step outside for a little, I help Y/N to change back to her dress.’’ ‘’Sure.’’ Jungkook tells stepping back and disappearing on the other side of the curtain leaving you alone with Dae. Dae helps the teal dress away from you and helps pulling your dress back up. ‘’Jungkook is a great son but I hate that he is leaving me and my husband. On the moment when he told us his dream about becoming soldier I knew he was meant for it.’’ Dae tells smiling sadly. She finishes tightening your dress and smoothes the hem of the skirt. ‘’Okay we are all done. let's go back to the shop’s side. I’m sure that there is pastries enough for you too.’’ ~ When you return to your home the sun is already setting and you know that you are in trouble if Jin catches you. When you open the front door of your home Jin isn't the one who is waiting you. Mark is sitting on kitchen table and his head shot up in the moment he hears the front door opening. ‘’Where have you been and why you smell like that human.’’ He asks angrily getting you of guard. You have never heard Mark so unhappy. ‘’I was out. And I don’t know who you are talking about.’’ You tell putting your arms above your chest in defending manner. ‘’Y/N please, I know that you have been spying that human for a while now. I even followed you when I saw you sprinting away from you coming of age ceremony and you went to sleep next to him in your wolf form! I don’t know what’s wrong with you. I was ready to bark in any moment the men even looked you wrongly but you clearly didn’t care yourself enough to stay away.’’ Mark is almost yelling and he has started to stand during his speech. You look him with your mouth hanging open and only noise escaping from you is you shocked breathing. You are finally able to pull yourself together and speak. ‘’How long have you been spying on me?’’ You ask quietly your voice trembling. ‘’Long enough to know that we aren’t working.’’ Mark tells and falls back on his chair like all strength is escaping from him. ‘’Mark I’m sor-’’ ‘’Don’t you dare to say that you are sorry.’’ Mark glances you angrily. ‘’When your brother arrives home I will call our engagement of and you can be happily the first she wolf to break her pack traditions.’’ Mark tells with colorless voice. ‘’But I-’’ ‘’Y/n save it, could you go to your room I just can’t stand to be around you.’’ Mark tells and you obey him quietly. When you are about to close your bedroom door you swear that you can smell the salty scent of tears in the air. When Jin arrives home and hears the news from Mark he is anything but pleased but when he is ready to yell at you after opening your bedroom door he changes his mind after finding you crying quietly on your bed. ‘’Hey, are you okay?’’ Jin asks and sits next to you on your bed. ‘’Do I look like I’m okay?’’ You bark for your brother’s question. ‘’I have ruined everything and when everyone in the village will hear what happened I will be a laughing stock.’’ ‘’No one dares to laugh at you, I make sure of it.’’ ‘’It’ doesn’t help that you are an alpha on the moment you turn your back the gossips will start again. ‘’ You tell shaking your head. Jin looks you back silently and begins to stroke your cheek. ‘’Do you know why she wolfs are forced to mate when they turn twenty?’’ he suddenly asks quietly. ‘’Because it's stupid tradition.’’You sniff. ‘’Well that too but there is another reason for it. When she wolf falls in love her hear can’t be changed. We usually pick mates for females because if she falls in love nothing can ever change it. If their mate dies or leave them it leads more often to death than not. I don’t like it either but male wolves doesn’t have the same problem, perhaps it because the survival of the species is on stage that they aren’t that deeply bonded like females are. We still love in our own way but our feelings are more humane when she wolves follow more their wolf sides. Our mother was able to leave our father because she wasn’t really in love. We try prevent she wolves for truly loving because we want to protect them.’’ Jin tells and you look him with wide eyes. ‘’Then the tradition is even more confusing. What if the she wolf is in love with the person she is meant to marry.’’ ‘’The divorce rate is really low if you haven’t noticed. If the couple loves each other that's great then but if they don’t male wolf rarely leaves in fear of breaking the female’s heart. I only wanted you to marry Mark because I feared losing you. I clearly didn’t realize how much you love that human.’’ Jin smiles sadly.

‘’I’m truly regretting to force you go through all of this.’’Jin tells and pulls you in to his embrace. You begin to cry again this time your tears aren’t quiet and you are crying loudly while your nose starts leaking along your chin and making a mess on Jin’s shirt. Still either of you cares or move. On that night jin sleeps next to you for a first time since your childhood while hugging you and whispering sweet nothings to your ear. ~ Even though your break up with Mark broke you a little you also feel relieved that pressure of your marriage has been lifted from your shoulders. JIn was the one to tell your father what has happened and you had been avoiding him in fear of judgement. You were once again heading for the human village only few day after your last visit when you had met jungkook in person for a first time. This time you had given up wearing a dress and were wearing a more comfortable attire, ap pair of leather pants and a black shirt paired with brown jacket. When you arrive on the meadow you raise your brows in surprise. You really didn’t except finding Jungkook practising with wooden spear against a doll made of heavy and a bright red target painted to it chest. Jungkook was sweating and panting heavily while practising strikes and dodges with the target. ‘’Hi.’’ You approach Jungkook waving shyly at him. ‘’Hi, where did you came from?’’ Jungkook asks panting and swiping a sweat from his forehead. His shirt is wet with his sweat and clinging dangerously to his chest revealing his abs. You try not to stare but are caught if you can say anything about Jungkook’s satisfied smirk. ‘’I was just hanging nearby,’’ You tell trying to avoid the subject. ‘’So what are you doing?’’ You try to change a subject and it seems working. ‘’I’m practicing for a test to become one of the King’s watch.’’ Jungkook tells. You act like you have heard it for a first time.’’ A king’s man that sound exciting but don’t you think how it's weird that no one has seen the king's face?’’ ‘’I know that the king is wearing a mask but so is his closest servants.’’ Jungkook shrugs his shoulders. ‘’I think he must have a good reason for it after all he has been a good king for past eight years.’’ He continues sounding certain. ‘’Well if you say so…’’ ‘’If he trusts me enough maybe one day I will be able to see his face.’’ Jungkook beams with excitement. ‘’Maybe. Hey I noticed few mistakes with your postures, do you mind if I help you?’’ ‘’Sure.’’ Jungkook agrees surprised. You take the spear from his hands and straighten your posture. Jungkook watches quietly your movements and admires you in seacret. He had thought that you were a pretty while wearing a dress but now you were even prettier while moving confidently with the spear in your hands. Ever since that day you had showed up in early morning to practice with Jungkook and even at some point Jackson joined you after recovering from the surprise that you knew each other. The two weeks deadline was almost over but you tried not to think about it and spend all your free time with Jungkook. Even if he was suspicious from your origins he didn’t say anything and instead enjoyed spending time with you after all his best friend has left and he has been feeling lonely despite of Jackson offering his company. With you he felt close as he felt with Jimin and maybe even closer in some ways. Without even noticing Jungkook's feelings had developed into more deep than a friendship. You were following Jungkook into the woods giggling. You both were tipsy after Jungkook had bought a booze into today's training session and you both had felt the effects. Somehow you had thought that hide and seek in the forest would be a good idea so now you were hiding behind of huge spruce hardly able to hide your laughter. Even though the taste of alcohol Jungkook had offered wasn’t that good it was quick to get you both drunk. You laugh loudly when you feel arms around you and Jungkook raises you from the ground spinning you around.

‘’Kookie put me down!’’ You laugh and Jungkook obeys with a low chuckle. You are spun around in Jungkook’s arms and you both look each other breathing heavily. Jungkooks lips finds yours and you answer hungrily for his kiss. Even though you are insecure with your actions and your kisses are more sloppy than his he doesn’t seem to mind. You pull away panting and smile at each other. ‘’I have wanted to do this for a while now.’’ Jungkook tells gaining courage from the alcohol. ‘’Me too.’’ You admit shyly. ‘’Good.’’ Jungkook answers and peeks your lips again. His hands begins to wonder on your body and measuring all of your curves. When Jungkook’s hands stops on your butt giving you a squeeze you gasp softly. ‘’Is this okay?’’ he asks stopping his actions. ‘’Yes, please keep going.’’ You beg and Jungkook is happy to oblige. His hands pulls hem of your shirt and slides underneath of it his thumbs brushing your skin slightly making you shiver. Jungkook presses himself harder against you and you can feel his hardening bulge against your lower belly. Jungkook’s lips finds your once again and you move against his in slow rhythm. You are feeling a new things in your body that you haven't before but you are definitely enjoying them. ‘’Jungkook.’’ You whine against his lips. ‘’Tell me what you need.’’ Jungkook tells his voice husky. ‘’I-I’m not sure.’’ You admit embarrassed. ‘’It’s okay, I got you if you let me.’’ Jungkook smiles softly. ‘’I trust you.’’ You admit and it is all he need as permission to push you against the tree behind of you. Jungkook’s hands find your pants and slides gently among the trim. He slips his index finger in slowly his face observing your reactions for a whole time. You part your mouth slightly when Jungkook’s finger slides on your outer lips. ‘’Tell me if you want me to stop.’’ He tells and dips his finger between your folds. Jungkook moves his finger around your clit collecting your juices with him. You shudder when he adds his thumb into the mix rubbing your clit lightly. You feel your stomach making flips and a moan escapes your lips.You try to keep quiet biting your lip bu Jungkook stops you. ‘’No let me hear you.’’ He tells and you obey letting even the smallest noises to escape your lips. Jungkook slips his index finger slowly into your hole and it sucks it right in and it's no wonder after all you are getting really soaked. At first you feel uncomfortable with the invasion but your displeasure is quick to turn around after he starts to pump his finger in and out slowly while his thumb keeps working on your clit. Soon you need more and tell that to Jungkook who slips second finger inside of you. This time the stretch is wider and you cling to Jungkook's arm while he keep working to bring you nearer to your peak. ‘’I think I’m close.’’ You moan and squeeze his arm tighter in your fist leaving small half moon mark from your nails. ‘’Y/N it’s okay to let go, come for me.’’ Jungkook assures and presses his thump harder against your clit while moving his fingers and finally you snap. You mewl loudly when you are pushed over the edge and you close your eyes almost falling from the intensity of your orgasm. Only thing keeping you up is the tree trunk behind of you and Jungkook's strong hands which have left your pants. When your high finally settles you look Jungkook panting. ‘’That was amazing.’’ You tell your eyes wide from emotion. ‘’I’m glad you think that. Y/N I’m late to ask this but are you a virgin?’’ Jungkook asks blushing. ‘’Oh, I’m.’’ You admit blushing. ‘’That’s okay, I had to know so I go slow.’’ ‘’We aren’t done?’’ You ask surprised. ‘’Not even close.’’ Jungkook smirks. ‘’Can I remove your pants?’’ He asks his hands wandering to your waist. ‘’Okay.’’ You are quick to agree after the pleasure you just experienced. You being a werewolf have made you used to being naked with other people and that fact also helps you with your shyness. Jungkook kneels to remove your boots and then pulls your pants away from you legs. You feel embarrassed after your juices clings to your pants and thighs but Jungkook just shakes his head slightly and smiles. Jungkook pulls his pants lower freeing his member and you can’t help but stare. His member is already leaking with precum and his tip is angry color of red. ‘’Turn around.’’ Jungkook tells and bend you slightly so you are taking support from the tree your ass on display. ‘’You have a really pretty butt.’’ he tells and smacks it slightly which makes you moan. ‘’Oh you like to be spanked? We can explore that kink later but right now I need to be inside of you or I will literally explode.’’ Jungkook spears your legs wider so he fits better in between of them and slides his cock up and down your outer pussy lips to collect your juices. He pushes the tip of his member in making you sift and whine in discomfort. ‘’Do I need to stop?’’ Jungkook asks halting.

‘’No, just be slow.’ You assure already feeling the familiar heat in your belly. Jungkook obeys and slides inside of you slowly spearing you wider. When he is fully seated he halts and brushes your hair out of way kissing you neck. After you feel comfortable enough you speak. ‘’You can move now.’’ Jungkook is quick to follow and slides almost all the way out and then slides slowly back in. He repeats the motion for few times until you get impatient. ‘’Go faster and harder,’’ ‘’Are you sure?’’ ‘’I'm just please Jungkook I need-’’ You moan when his thrust gets more speed and strength. ‘’Say my name again.’’ Jungkook tells burying his hands into your hips so hard that he is surely leaving marks. ‘’Jung-kook.’’ You pant when Jungkook pounds inside of you without mercy. Jungkook moans for that and for a while only sounds that fills the forest are your both needy moans. You feel the tightening feeling nearing you again. ‘’I’m close.’’ You warn and Jungkook's hand sneaks around your body to find your clit. With the extra simulation you came seeing stars behind your eyelids. Your insides squeezing Jungkook’s dick hard like a wine makes him careless and he comes right there inside of you. Jungkook pulls away from you shuddering his seed leaking out of your used hole. Jungkook curses and blames the alcohol for him being careless. ‘’What’s wrong?’’ You ask after you come back to the ground again. ‘’I came inside of you.’’ Jungkook tells feeling guilty. ‘’Oh, its okay I can’t get pregnant right now.’’ ‘’How you are so sure?’’ Jungkook asks worriedly. ‘’I just am.’’ You assure, you can’t just tell him that you can’t come pregnant outside of your heat. A small yawn escapes your lips and Jungkook spins you leaning against the tree so you are facing him again. Jungkook helps your pants back up quietly and adjust his own. He pulls you on the ground him leaning against the tree this time and putting you to his lap without caring the coldening air. You yawn again and relax in his arms. You are almost asleep when he whispers. ‘’Don’t worry if you got pregnant i take the responsibility.’’ Next morning you wake up in Jungkook’s loud scream of horror. You open your eyes your body in full alert and ready to attack anyone who is threatening you. ‘’Oh my god, did a wolf eat Y/N last night and I didn’t hear a thing?’’ He shudders and backs of crawling from you. You look him with wide eyes feeling confused when it hits you at once. you had changed in to your wolf form while sleeping your previous night's clothes torn around your form. You curse at yourself, you never turned in human if you slept as a wolf but it happened sometimes other way around. You try get in to standing position but Jungkook shakes even more in fear seeking his belt and a knife which is hanging there loosely. At that moment you know what you have to do. Your bones start cracking and joints popping in front of Jungkook when your fur crawls back inside revealing a human skin. When your change is complete Jungkook looks you with shock. ‘’Y/N!’’ He whines and faints on the ground. You carry Jungkook’s unconscious form on the border of meadow and run away in your wolf form back to your village. You run through your village as fast as your paws carry you and bark in to your home to find Jin reading a book in the living area. ‘’Y/N what’s wrong.’’Jin asks worriedly and gets up from his seat. You sift in front of him without caring being naked and Jin covers his eyes quickly picking a blanket from one of the seats and throwing it at you. ‘’In sake of Luna cover yourself.’’ Jin screams. There is some limits that even werewolves follows and the one is being to avoid seeing your siblings naked even though you can’t sometimes avoid it. You are just in too big shock and denial to register your actions fully and you would surely be ashamed later on. You tie your blanket tightly around you and only by then Jin looks back at you again. ‘’Jin.’’ You cry and walk to your big brother's open arms. ‘’Tell me what’s wrong pup.’’ Jin uses a nickname that he hasn’t used in years. ‘’Jungkook knows what I’m now.’’ You tell crying and Jin keeps hugging you and petting your hair. ~ You return to the human village and this time Jin is following you in his wolf form just in case. It's the day that Jungkook is supposed to leave to the capital and you are terrified of losing him. You don’t expect much but feel warmth spearing through your body when you see Jungkook sitting in middle of the meadow staring the forest deeply in his thoughts. He has a heavy bag back next to him and he is weared for a traveling. Jin snuggles you with his snot to step out of the woods and he stays behind waiting for you. When Jungkook sees you stepping out of the forest he gets quickly up from the ground. You stop leaving a space between of you and Jungkook so he would feel more secure. To your surprise Jungkook takes a closing steps and without a word pulls you into his embrace. ‘’I thought that I wouldn’t see you again.’’ he breathes into your hair and loosens his hold so he can see your face. ‘’I thought that I would scare you.’’ You say confused. ‘’You could never scare me. I admit I was shocked and didn’t take it well but I felt really broken after I woke up alone and you were nowhere to be seen.’’ Jungkook admits. ‘’At least now I know the wolf who was so brave to sleep next to me.’’he adds with small chuckle. ‘’I’m happy that you feel that way.’’ You admit and glance his bag sadly. ‘’Are you leaving?’’ ‘’I have to but I promise to get you when I can.’’ Jungkook tells feeling guilty. ‘’It’s my dream to serve the king.’’ ‘’I know.’’ You smile sadly and a tear slips from you eyes. ‘’I will always come back to you my wolf girl.’’ Jungkook tells pressing his lips against your he also crying. A bark from the forest line pulls you apart and you see your brother who has stepped out form the meadow and gesturing you to follow. ‘’It’s my brother.’’ You tell to confused Jungkook. ‘’Oh.’’ Is all that Jungkook can say measuring the huge wolf in front of him. Even though he said that he accepts you it doesn’t mean that he adjust in a seconds. ‘’I will be always waiting you by the treeline.’’ You tell stepping away from Jungkook. ‘’And I will be always calling my wolf.’’

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aurora-the-kunoichi · 4 years

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Aftermath Part 3 - The Meeting

Sorry for the delay in the release of this next part. Mun has found herself lacking in motivation in writing. I hope you enjoy the next installment in my apocalyptic TMNT story.

Raphael and Reader

Everything hurt; even your eyelids ached, throbbing red flashes of pain as you tried to peel them open to see where you were, this wasn’t normal. What was going on, why did…..oh….OH….it was coming back in vivid angry snaps of memory. You were fighting off those men on the roof, who came unannounced and dead set on bringing you back to someone, to break you? Those assholes almost had you too before those four giant turtle men came, distracting them. The red banded one’s face flashed before your eyes concerned etched in his features. He had tried to save your dumb ass as you stumbled back in shock. The rotted out opening in the roof, how could you have not been aware of your surroundings? You could hear your mother scolding you in the back of your mind. Idiot!

As the world came rushing back you heard voices, male voices, not good. The fear bubbling up from your gut hoped it wasn’t those men you had encountered on the roof, prayed in fact, which you hadn’t done in years.

“I think she’s coming around?”

“Dudes, you think she’s gonna freak?”

“Can you get back nutball? She’s gonna freak if she wakes up and your ugly mug is inches from her fucking face.”

“Raphael can you please watch your language. We have a guest.”

As the light pierced your vision green became the forefront. Once, twice you blinked as the green blurry masses came into focus. Crystal clear they became, large muscle bound shelled behemoths just a few feet from where you lay. In the back of your mind you had hoped they were a figment of your imagination as you tumbled to your doom, but the four very large, very real man turtles stood around you.

The tallest of the four seemed to be concerned the most, his brown eyes moving behind a tattered purple mask and a pair of tech goggles sat upon his green bald forehead. His upper body well-muscled was sans clothing except for suspenders littered with multicolored patches and an arm band which seemed to hold a working tablet. He had a pack on the back of his shell and a small solar panel perched on the top with a weird pole attached to its side, it looked electric? From what you could see of his lower half he was wearing black cargo pants that held an array of gadgets and unknown gizmos strapped to his narrow hips. His left arm despite green with scales was covered in several all black tattoos that went from his shoulder cap to his pointer finger. His right arm had a nasty looking scar around his bicep, the green scaled flesh faded to white scar tissue reaching from mid bicep to his armpit. By the looks of the damage he had nearly lost it.

The one next to him was the smallest of the bunch but did not lack in bulk, his eyes were a brilliant light blue outlined in orange fabric. The front of his plastron looked carved in intricate designs, scrolling from the top left to the bottom right, but to your trained eye you could see the designs were hiding a long deep gash that had to have been painful to endure. His whole right arm down to the middle of his open side was drenched in vivid pigment and abstract watercolors. Along with a brightly colored octopus on his left shoulder, tentacles running up towards his throat to around his collar bone. His lower half was covered with brown shorts and knee pads and what looked like homemade shoes for his massive feet. And hanging on each swaying hip were a pair of fucking nunchaku?! Nunchaku?

The third was the second shortest but by the way he held himself he was very important, maybe the leader? His green crown was wrapped in blue silhouetting his vibrant ocean blue eyes, he definitely oozed control. The top of his plastron had the same intricate detailed carvings covering what looked like a jagged gash across his chest moving from the left to just past the middle of the boney plates. The difference in his carvings was the indents looked blackened, enhancing the artwork, making it pop. Across his broad chest sat what look like a holster, black leather with dark blue embroidering running the length of the strap. His lower half was covered by black pants with knee pads protecting his joints with a strap around his left thigh holding an array of blades.

The last was the brute, not quite the tallest but definitely the one who worked out the most. A red bandana covered his whole head draping down to cover the back of his thick neck. His biceps were bigger than your head with dense muscles shifting under the green flesh as he palmed a half eaten apple in his right fist. His plastron had the most carvings covering nearly all his front breast plates besides the lower left section. His wide hips held a belt that slung lazily holding a set of red sais. His bulky legs were covered in dark green camo pants tattered and worn from years of abuse. His feet also adorned specially made footwear because you had never seen such gigantic black boots in your life. You wondered who the shoemaker of the group was.

Slowly you braced your hands under your back and sat up eyeing each mutant warily.

“Careful now, you got a pretty nasty concussion when you fell. Take it nice and easy.” The tall purple one yelped reaching for you out of reflex. When you recoiled, his face fell into a deep frown and stepped back out of your personal space.

You didn’t feel like you were in danger but that didn’t mean that you weren’t. You’re first interaction with humans in 10 years had left a sour taste in your mouth. But these four weren’t really human, were they?

“Umm….did you set up your rig, it’s quite impressive?” the tall one asked obviously trying to break the tense moment between you all. “How did you get the engine to take the solar power?”

You were about to say something but the horror of it hit you, your truck and camper! How long had you been out? Someone could steal all your hard work! Then you’d be stuck here!

The one in blue must have sensed your inner panic and lifted his large green hands in a non threatening manner. “Hey, hey miss calm down. Your truck and camper are safe; it’s down here with us. After you fell and we dispatched Donovan’s men, we brought you and your vehicle down here where they can’t get to it. The reason Donnie is asking because he got to drive it and hasn’t stopped talking about your work for almost 3 hours.”

“Down here? Donnie? Where are we? Who are you? Why did you help me? Donovan’s men?”

“Whoa whoa whoa there, that’s a lot of questions.” The red one chuckled taking another healthy bite from the apple. “By the way, thanks for the apple.” He winked finishing the sweet flesh in one final crunch. “It’s been years since I’ve had one.”

“God damnit Raph.” The purple one moaned in frustration hold his head in his hands. When he lifted his face you could have sworn his green cheeks had a red tint to them. “I’m sorry miss; you are in the sewers below what used to be New York City. I’m Donatello aka Donnie. This one here..” he wrapped his arm around the small but bulky orange banded one pulling him closer. “Is Michelangelo and he’s the youngest of us all.”

“You can call me Mikey though.” Michelangelo winked reaching his hand out for a knuckle bump.

His large knuckles were massive and highly scarred, like he had lived a very hard life. Which from the looks of their battle worn bodies was true for all of them? Reluctantly you lifted your hand and completed the bump to his very apparent excitement. His blue eyes shone bright as he leaned further into Donatello gracing you with a large white smile that warmed your soul.

The blue one stepped forward and bowed slightly, “I am Leonardo, and I’m the eldest of my three brothers and the leader of our clan. The one who took an apple without permission is Raphael, my second in command and 2nd oldest. I apologize for his rudeness, but I must confess we all were a little excited seeing fresh fruit and vegetables. It’s been a while since we’ve seen, let alone consumed any. We live underground but Mikey had a garden set up on a roof top not too far from here, but it kept getting looted. Soon there was nothing left to regrow because seeds grew scarce and no left-over parts of the food to replant. It was a major disappointment to all of us. How have you managed to grow them after all this time?”

Swinging your legs over the side of the bed you rested on you cracked your neck and took a deep breath. “Ummm, my name is Y/N, yes I set up the rig, been working on it for years. I’m not from New York, let’s just say I’m from somewhere with a lot of land. I’m here scavenging for parts. My parents were preppers so when everything went down and I lost everyone, I had enough skill set to be able to survive.” And there it was, like an idiot with no filter you word vomited too much information to four complete strangers who were the first to be nice to you in ten years. “I have an extensive garden at home as well as live stock…..fuck.”

All four of them chuckled as you spewed word after word at an alarming rate. In fact they were surprised they could understand you at all with how fast you were talking. Donnie lowered his goggles and saw just how fast your heart rate was and the temp of your body rising rapidly. He began to worry if this was too much for you?

“You’re having a panic attack aren’t you? Are we too much for you or have you been alone all this time and not use to this much social interaction in one day?” he asked quickly stepping towards you still keeping an eye on the red flush drenching your cheeks.

Looking to your hands you saw them shaking and your lungs, Jesus Christ they felt like they were being squeezed from the inside. And let’s not talk about your heart, it felt like it was trying to hammer straight through your chest. Your fingers curled in your shirt clutching at your thumping breast. “Is that was this is? A panic attack? I feel like I’m dying…”

Soon you felt two hands, two very large hands on your shoulders holding you steady before you tumbled back from the bed you were perched upon. Golden green eyes and red flooded your vision and a musky scent of engine oil and leather invaded your senses.

Raphael was inches from your face, his massive body so close you could feel the heat radiating off his pebbled flesh. He smelled of masculinity and something rough, you could taste it on your tongue and it traveled to your belly warming it pleasantly. “Look at me, listen to my voice.” The rumble from his deep voice vibrated fluidly through the little space between you. Seeping into your pores and headed straight to the apex of your thighs. He smelled of trouble, the best kind of trouble.

“Deep breaths now, we ain’t gonna hurt ya.”

God he smelled good, you took slow deep pulls of his scent and found everything slowing down, your heart, your lungs and the whole damn room around you. All you could see was his face and the slow creeping smile that revealed his white teeth and the pink tip of his tongue bit between them.

“Do ya feel better now?”

Another hard swallow and you suddenly because aware your hand was now resting on the boney plates of his warm plastron. Why did it feel so comforting to touch him? Yep you were in trouble, so much trouble.

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fizzyren · 4 years

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butterfly on a board

hello im back with more ffvii content, and back in my element with the dark sefikura >:3c

this one’s pretty rough so please read the warnings!! this is also strictly remake compliant (with a few divergences being tifa and aerith arent around, obviously), so i’ve included the scene that inspired this> here (its only a few seconds long)

warnings: impalement, mild gore, blood, temporary character death (cloud), noncon, anal sex, some mind control, and serious misuse of materia

read over on my ao3 here, or leave a kudos if you enjoyed it <3

When Sephiroth launches himself back to give them distance, Cloud’s first instinct is to chase. That’s always been their game. Cat and Mouse. Back and Forth. Push and Pull. But something makes him hesitate, just a beat. That beat ends up costing him.

Sephiroth almost glows as he charges up for something, and Cloud braces for another high level elemental spell. Instead, Sephiroth unfolds with a burst of energy, a large, elegant black wing emerging from his back.

His mind rings for a second. Memories of a man in red, his own black wing, a monster, degenerating. Cloud shakes the false memory away. But that’s just enough to let his guard down. He has just enough time to watch a violet glow of a spell in Sephiroth's hand before it’s hurtling towards him, too fast to dodge.

The concrete slams into his back and he somehow manages to keep from bashing his head on it. But that doesn’t seem to be his biggest problem. Instead, when he tries to immediately get back up and brace himself for Sephiroth’s attack, his body doesn’t move.

He doesn’t even have the time to be confused, watching his empty hand curl and pull against the gravity holding him in place. Before he can think of how to get out of this, Sephiroth is on him. The sharp, curved end of Masamune hums a hair’s breadth away from his nose and Cloud freezes.

The vulnerability finally hits him, sprawled out on his back like this, barely even able to lift his head. Cloud grits his teeth, looking up the cold steel of Masamune to meet it’s master’s eyes.

Sephiroth’s small grin screams his victory, bright eyes watching him with an excited hunger that shocks Cloud’s fight or flight response. But he can’t do anything about it now, nothing but useless squirming until the spell wears off.

There’s a dozen questions burning in his head and not a single one makes itself known. Because he knows as soon as he speaks, it’s an open door to let Sephiroth speak too. He could do it any time, but fights like this are charged with something different, where words are also a weapon.

And right now, Cloud has none.

Sephiroth’s free hand brushes back his coat as he steps closer to Cloud. His boots settle on either side of Cloud’s waist and it’s almost funny how something so simple brings with the feeling of entrapment.

Sephiroth grins down at him before twirling Masamune above him, a flashy show of strength before the tip hones in on him again and then thrusts. Cloud gets a split second of dread before the thin steel pierces straight through his chest.

His mind rings again, another memory not his own, wrong wrong wrong, flashes like an afterthought. Of being suspended in the air with Masamune in the same place. Both in his past and in a time too far off to grasp.

Cloud can taste the sour burn of blood in his mouth before he coughs. That warmth lands on his lips and he desperately tries to call for a cura, his sword is still in his hand and the materia equipped in it to his disposal. But nothing happens, no rush of warm healing.

Sephiroth chuckles above him, hand still on the handle of Masamune, low at the height of his waist and Cloud’s mind bends for a second, confused. He only understands why when he realizes that Masamune is too short. No, that’s wrong. It’s not shorter now. Instead, the other half of the blade is wedged into the concrete under him.

“Hush now,” Sephiroth says, and the racing thoughts in Cloud’s head dissolve. For a moment Cloud doesn’t really know what he’s doing or who he is. All he can see are the dark swirling clouds above and the tall reach of Masamune pinning him to the ground like a butterfly on a board.

Sephiroth is talking again, praising him? But Cloud doesn’t hear it, too heavy under his own haze and stilted panicked breaths. He can feel his body cough again, chest stuttering as he struggles to take in air, but it’s all underwater. Dull and muffled and cold.

Cloud can recognize the warmth of a cure, settling in at all the places he didn’t think hurt so bad. His first breath is painful, and his eyes meet the point where Masamune is still in his chest. It’s easy to see from this point Sephiroth near his feet, too, a glow of green fading from his fingertips where he’s pulling Cloud’s pants off.

“There you are. Did your previous fight wear you out so much you couldn’t handle this?”

Cloud feels his moan rather than hears it. He’s still trying to wrap his head around this. Trying to shake away the confusion that blankets him in fog. His hands move up to his head, holding tight like it could stop the throbbing. He doesn’t realize he’s able to move until his body rocks and the blade in his chest cuts.

A weak noise bubbles out of his throat as he looks down. He’s trying to piece it all together, trying to actually see Sephiroth and even that is hard. He shakes his head again, growing frustrated with why he can’t just, concentrate.

It’s like a record skip. Cloud can see what’s happening, his legs parted around Sephiroth’s waist, the man’s hips rocking against him. It’s so obvious, and Cloud can’t put two and two together to name it. He watches it, over and over and over.

Pleasure arcs bright in his hips, racing up the curve of his spine before it’s interrupted by the sharp pain running him through. There’s an awkward back and forth of Cloud’s moans breaking halfway into cries of pain when Sephiroth shoves him a little too hard and he can feel his body slicing itself on Masamune from the movement.

That stifling inability to breathe makes him cough again, blood back in his throat as he gasps uselessly. Sephiroth thrusts into him again, either ignoring his struggle or not noticing. Cloud knows it’s the former. The edges of his vision get hazy and Cloud squeezes his eyes shut against the pleasure-pain electricity that fills him.

He starts to drift again, where the pain starts to go away, and he can hardly feel Sephiroth fucking him. Cloud bitterly thinks about how his mother used to put out candles in their house, a tiny metal dome cupped over top of the flame, snuffing out it’s oxygen until it went out.

The warmth of a cura washes over him again, and Cloud gasps, the world coming back to him in sharp clarity. It has to be high level, a regen or even a curaga. Cloud doesn’t know just how bad he’s getting when Sephiroth decides to heal him.

It’s like this that he has to face the facts. That Sephiroth is indeed the one healing him. That Sephiroth is fucking him, using him. He wants to be disgusted with this, wants to be mad and fight and kick and scream, but there’s something heavy in between his ears that makes him complacent enough.

Cloud flinches when he meets Sephiroth’s eyes again. They’re glowing, much brighter than the normal burn of mako enhancements. Cloud watches his own view of the world flicker, grow fuzzy and green-tinted before snapping back into focus. He turns his head to the side, biting down another noise when Sephiroth thrusts into him harder.

“I can feel you struggling, fighting me still,” Sephiroth purrs in amusement, sliding a hand up Cloud’s waist, “it’s futile. Why not enjoy yourself?”

The wandering fingertips edge around the blood soaked fabric that frames Masamune. Cloud feels enamored, watching those slender, pale fingertips run up the flat of the blade, smearing his blood against the metal.

Cloud knows he can’t actually feel that touch, but it’s like Masamune is now part of him, and the vibration from Sephiroth’s touch makes his gut clench. He manages to move one hand and grab at Sephiroth’s wrist, pulling it away from the blade. His fingers grip tighter with another thrust, Sephiroth’s hips slamming into him like a punishment.

The same time Cloud yells, he feels the warmth of a cure again, stemming the bleeding at his chest, temporarily allowing him a full, clean breath of air.

All of a sudden the relief scares him. He doesn’t know how long this is going to last. How long does Sephiroth plan to keep curing him over and over?

Sephiroth’s hands move again, easing out of Cloud’s grip like it’s nothing and grabbing the tops of his thighs. Cloud can see the motion he has planned in his head like a vivid picture, a hard pull, Masamune slicing him up to his throat.

“Dont-!” He kicks out with his foot. He’s not thinking about how he can get away, just that he could possibly push Sephiroth away instead. He makes the mistake of meeting the man’s eyes again, wild and bright. Excited.

A chill raises the hairs at the back of his neck. He shakes his head, wordlessly pleading, even though he knows it’s pointless. Sephiroth has never listened to him before. Why would he now?

There’s a half second where Cloud feels Sephiroth’s grip on him tighten, where he can take a clipped gasp and brace himself for the pain. When Sephiroth pulls him into his next thrust, Cloud doesn’t even feel the stretch of his cock. Pain shoots into his fingertips and into his jaw so bright his ears ring.

He’s distantly aware of the fast rush of blood warming his own chest, Masamune now stuck out of his right shoulder. He can’t breathe, and he can’t even scream, not enough air and quickly not enough energy. He can feel his body getting cold, vision getting dark again.

Cloud doesn’t realize he’s closed his eyes again, or how long he’s been passed out. Dead? Is he…? It doesn’t last long, a surge of electricity jerking him awake. He shoots up with a gasp, hands flying to his chest even though--

Cloud stumbles to his feet with gasping breaths, looking over himself. His hands are shaking from the adrenaline of the revival. And doesn’t that feel nauseating, that he knows what a revival spell feels like now. His front is a little sticky with blood, a clearly visible hole in his top from where he had been pierced through, but he’s completely dressed.

His eyes flit across the distance to find Sephiroth standing there with a small uptick to his mouth and a dripping red Masamune in his hand. He flicks it to the side, Cloud blood splattering across the concrete in a curve. Cloud can’t help but shudder.

“You-” he stops with another shudder, cringing at the wet sensation of something warm trickling down the inside of his thigh. His whole body feels cold as he realizes what it is. He almost doesn’t believe it, staring at Sephiroth like he might give him an answer.

Neither of them get another word in, and Cloud doesn’t get the chance to sort everything out. Suddenly his name is being called from behind the rubble and Tifa and Aerith appear at his side, both ready to fight, keeping Sephiroth in their sights.

“Cloud! Are you okay?”

“I-” Sephiroth’s smile grows as he stares him down. Cloud can’t stop looking at the arc of blood seperating them. He takes a deep breath, finally, finally, and gives a quick, short nod and a hum.

Reaching back for his own sword, he prepares to finish this. No mess ups this time. And if he’s overly cautious in avoiding Masamune, well, that’s between him and Sephiroth.

#my fic #sefikura #sephiroth x cloud #sephcloud #my post #not sfw

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chonkychornes · 5 years

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Open Arms Part 6

Synopsis: You come back broken from a mission, and the one person who could barely put himself back together is the one who is trying to help you.

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Language? Angst. Smut…eventually. 6 of ? parts. How’s this as a warning: this is my first reader insert fic and it was a challenge, y’all. So, as long as it isn’t the worst thing anyone has ever read, I’m still doing okay! I hope you enjoy it!

Also, this is really for @quant-um-fizzx I couldn’t have/wouldn’t have done any of this without her help and guidance.

If you like it, please reblog!

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He wakes you with a melody of tender kisses and nips along your neck, shoulders, and spine while he’s curled up behind you. Morning light filters in through the ivory drapes and when your eyes flutter open they focus momentarily on the dust particles floating in the beam.

The tempo he sets when he pulls your leg over his hip to spread you open and thrusts into you languidly from behind has you wide awake. His hand snakes up from your stomach to your breasts and he tweaks those early morning peaks before grabbing your chin and turning your face just enough to kiss you.

“I need,” he grunts as he buries himself inside of you to the hilt. “I want-” You whimper at his words when he abruptly pulls out of you, but the contact isn’t lost for long.

He keeps you on your side and straddles one thigh and brings the other leg to rest, fully extended against his chest. He enters you quickly and firmly and anchors you to him with one hand locked on a breast and one arm wrapped around your leg.

His thrusts are quick and shallow making you moan and claw at any part of him you can reach. He goes deeper with each pass and if the beads of sweat that are gathering on his forehead and the look of concentration are any indications, he’s going to cum soon.

Hard.

You reach down and pinch your clit and watch as he bites his lip.

“Fuck sweets,” he’s panting, ragged breaths ripping from his chest. You’ve never heard him like this before; brought to the brink by, not just you, but the two of you together. It’s turning you on more than you thought possible. “I like watching you do that while I fuck you.”

“Please,” you beg, for what you have no idea. But he does; he begins to move harder and faster. Both of you moaning and panting, trying to reach a crescendo.

Then you see it. The moment he falls. He mouths your name and emits a guttural noise that would have startled you at any other time, but you were busy having quite possibly the best orgasm of your life.

Several more pumps and he stills, kissing along the calf that he was clutching. He kisses you softly, gently, reverently; almost as if he could kiss away the bruises that are already forming.

You stretch under him and since he’s still in you, clamp down around him just to see him jump a little. He does and slides out with a smile.

Laying next to each other, trying to calm your heart and catch your breath, you’re grateful he’s not pulling you to him. That was … intense and you need a few moments.

When you finally glance over at him you find he’s looking at you and smiling. You grin back at him and turn to face him, tucking your hands under your head.

“Who knew I needed my gutters cleaned out so thoroughly?” You kiss the tip of his nose and giggle, “Thanks for that.” When you try to scoot closer for warmth, for comfort, just because; he pulls away.

“Clearing out the gutters,” He rolls and sits up on the edge of the bed and you watch him run a hand through his hair. “Is that what we’re calling this?”

He doesn’t even look at you as he gathers up his clothes and walks into your bathroom.

You were just being sarcastic; it’s a trait from before, one he wouldn’t immediately recognize and, you have to admit, it was in poor form.

Should you go to him and apologize or wait for him? You don’t have time to decide because he’s already striding out. His hair is slightly wet and pushed back off his face. His pants are on but not done up and he’s clutching his shirt.

“Bucky, wait!” You reach out to him as he passes the bed and he has the good grace to stop and finally look at you. You can see the hurt written all over his face. “I’m sorry, I was just joking.”

“Sarcasm? Defense mechanism?” He throws the term out so casually that you know he’s heard it in therapy himself, “Is this just another coping technique?”

You slide to the end of the bed and look at him, “That’s not fair. I’m apologizing here. Last night and this morning, they were important to me.” You reach for his hand, but he backs away from you.

“I don’t joke about things that are important to me.” He walks out of the bedroom and you can hear him gather up his boots and leave because the slam of the door reverberates so loudly that your bedroom window rattles.

You have no idea how this all went so wrong.

You do know that you called him Bucky.

He didn’t refer to you at all.

Well, you won’t stand for that. You rip the duvet off of the bed and wrap it around you and march to the door.

You’ll be damned if after the hours you two spent together in each other’s arms he takes a joke the wrong way and ditches you.

Who does that? You also wonder who, other than yourself makes a stupid joke like that, but that isn’t the point right now.

You wrench the door open only to find yourself face to face with the man himself, James “We have all the time in the world, sweets” Barnes. His fist is raised as if he was about to pound on your door and it’s still suspended in mid-air as he looks at you slightly confused.

“Were you going to knock my door down, Barnes?”

“Are you wearing anything under that blanket, sweets?”

He lowers his fist but maintains eye contact, “I’m sorry I walked out. I just … I get that you were joking, but this isn’t a joke to me.” He shuffles a little on his feet and his voice drops. “There’s something real here, that I haven’t felt in decades.”

He shivers at his own words and you can feel the reaction on your own skin. The tingle down your spine, the pull in your gut; whatever he feels, you do too.

“When I get uncomfortable I make stupid jokes,” you sigh and your shoulders sag. “I’m sorry.” When the words escape your lips you can feel the tears you didn’t realize were there start to threaten you and when your lip trembles, he pulls you into his arms.

“What made you uncomfortable?” He rubs soothing circles over your back.

“You make me feel so many things,” you burrow into him as much as possible and squeeze. “I don’t know how to process everything.”

“This wasn’t how I imagined this morning going,” he says, and smiles as he pulls away from you and presses a kiss to your forehead. “I was going to make you pancakes.”

You laugh as you drag him back into your place and kick the door shut behind you.

“You can’t cook to save your life. I’m pretty sure I’d be making the pancakes.” You walk back into the bedroom and toss the duvet on the bed and grab a pair of leggings out of the dresser. As you’re sliding them on you see him lean on the doorway, looking sheepish.

“What?” You’re trying to decipher the look on his face and as you pop your head through a tee-shirt, it hits you.

“You know how to cook, don’t you?”

He grins and shrugs and you grab a pillow from the bed and throw it at him.

“Well, I’m starving and I think we have a lot to discuss,” you sneak past him as he grabs at you. “So, get to it.” You gesture to the kitchen and press a smacking kiss to his lips.

He grumbles a little but heads into the kitchen to get to work.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes series

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spotsuns · 4 years

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lone wolf poem

you’re at a standstill, fully surrounded, and it’s one tick away from blowing up into an all-out shoot-em-out.

it feels too real, hits too close, to you—who has spent more days feeling like an animal as of late than a boy.

it’s not a self-made choice, not anymore, not when this is how the world sees you. you wish you had the luxury of being a little boy again.

you’re ten years old and there’s an army of guns pointed at you. you’re ten years old, and you’re so young, so small, that even when you know you hold all the power, you still look to him and ask what you’re supposed to do.

his hands shake, and you can see it in his eyes, he’s all spent out. he wears resignation like a funeral shroud, and that’s how you’ll remember him if it goes like this. you don’t want it to go like this. you can’t let it go like this.

he panics and throws the keys out the window, throws up his hands, and all you can think is, they’re about to have him.

he’s about to be apart from me.

he’s about to be apart from himself.

no room for wolves in jail.

‘it’s not who we are’, he says. you don’t understand. if this isn’t who you are, then what does that make of all that you’ve already done? where does it go now? you know this will keep you up at night if it ends like this. you don’t want it to end like this.

‘now it’s my turn to take care of us.’ you say.

‘everything will be alright, i promise.’ you say.

you lock the doors and you hit the gas, and all you can see is all the people ahead that you’re offering as sacrifice for this. they left you no choice, you have to believe this.

you have to believe this when you flip the cars; when you throw them into the sky and don’t look to see where they fall; when you don’t look back to see their mangled bodies twisted up into something of your own making. you have to.

the bullets tap against the car like raindrops on the tin roof, just like that cabin in oregon you once called home. home. almost there—almost there.

you blow through all the people and all the barricades and their cars and their weapons and everything they have that exists solely to keep you from this like shoving papers on a desk.

you see the stretch of the motherland, spread out wide with open arms for you, and you smile so big you can hardly even believe it. you did. you did it for him. finally, you’ve paid it all back. you point out the window, tapping on the glass, all that separates you from everything you’ve dreamt of for months and months. ‘sean, look! it’s mexico! it’s—“

you turn in hopes that his smile exceeds yours, you hope that there’s teeth, that his only eye is shining wet with happy tears, and there’s high apples in his cheeks, and—

something’s wrong.

everything’s wrong.

there’s too much red in this picture—there’s not supposed to—this is wrong. this isn’t how it was supposed to go. his hand is on his throat. there’s red on his hands, on his chin, down his chest and soaking the collar of his hoodie.

his favorite. the one you’d curl up into on the cold nights in washington. the one you’d grip the hood to when you rode around on his shoulders, like the reins on a horse. the one he’s sewn back together again and again because even after all this time, it’s still his favorite. you wonder, for a moment, if the blood will come out. like there’s any point.

you grab onto him, his hands in yours, and you hold onto him as he breathes his last breath. and then you scream louder than you think you’ve ever screamed.

you don’t know how many hours pass after that, but he’s cold. you’re not sure what you are. you’re not sure it matters anymore.

you drive until you see a place befitting of him. somewhere where nobody can bother him anymore. somewhere worthy of him, where he can finally rest. they can take your dead body over his.

you take everything that you have left of him—all you’ll ever have. his eyepatch. his bracelet. your father’s lighter, the one that reads ‘puerto lobos’. even his last pack of cigarettes, one left inside. he was probably saving it.

you reach for the hoodie. you drop your hands. no. that’s his. he’ll need it up there. he wouldn’t be sean without it.

you’re too young to be burying your brother. you’re too young for anything you’ve had to do. we’re sorry it ended up this way. please know it’s not your fault.

your arms are too weak to pick him up, so you use your godforsaken power to lift him out of the car. he’s too heavy. he’s heavier than anything you’ve ever lifted—any tree, any car, any army. you can’t stand it. it’s not right. it’s all wrong. it wasn’t supposed to be this way.

you try and lower him down. no matter what, it doesn’t feel right. this isn’t how the story of the wolf brothers is supposed to end. how would it go, exactly?

the big brother was shot by the hunters, and died in the paws of the little wolf.

no, no, no.

the little wolf found a quiet place on the side of the road to lay his big brother down to rest, one last time.

no, no, no.

then the little wolf headed home all alone, without his big brother by his side.

it’s a bad story. you were never the one telling it, though. that was his job. he wouldn’t have ended it this way, it would have been better. he would have been in it.

you can’t stand seeing him floating there anymore, suspended flat on his back like he’s in an invisible coffin. you stand him up, where he seems to be on his feet, alive just enough to play this out.

you lift his arms and extend them towards yourself. you walk into them, and you fold them behind your back, and you grip his hoodie tight in your fists as you cling to his. you don’t look at his face. you don’t look at the blood. he doesn’t cradle your head to his chest like he usually does. he doesn’t call you enano. he doesn’t say anything.

you finally lower him down. you don’t want to look, but you do. he looks like he’s finally home. you resist the urge to crawl in there with him and just wait it out.

you pick all the wildflowers that you can find and slowly lower them down on top of him, like a shower of all your broken promises. this is as right as it’s going to get. that’s the worst part.

you think of the speech you gave when mushroom died. you think about the one you never got to give at your father’s funeral. you have no good point of reference for what to do next.

thank you for keeping me safe, sean. i’m sorry i couldn’t do the same. i tried my best. i’m sorry it wasn’t enough. i’m sorry for all of this. we were just kids. i love you. i’m sorry that it had to end this way. i really didn’t mean for it to. i’m sorry it did anyway. pet mushroom for me. tell dad i love him. i’ll never forget.

diaz brothers. always.

they’re all things you don’t say out loud. all you can get out is ‘i’m so sorry.’ before you crumple up like paper in a fist. you get back in the car. you drive home.

the first thing you do when you find where home is is kill two people. you had no choice, they aimed their guns at you for walking in the front door. you know with crushing weight in your chest that this is your life now. your brother isn’t here to baby you anymore.

the years go by like a prison sentence of your own ruling. you decided to live with this. you do bad things because you have no choice. you realize it’s the same exact thing he had to do on your behalf. you realize when you finally get the guts to read his journal that you had it easy with the superpowers. he would hate to see you living like this, and you know it.

mexico is never where you wanted to be, and you know that if you had turned back then, you would have gotten off easy. but you wanted him to have this. you wanted all of it to be worth something. so this is it, then. your life sentence.

you get a tattoo of your father on your chest, over your heart.

you get a teardrop tattoo under your right eye, for sean. his face would have been too much, you already look at it every day in the mirror.

you get a tattoo on your right arm of the grim reaper. he’s won, you’ve got nothing left. an easy enough reminder to take nothing for granted ever again, if you’re lucky enough to have it.

you get a tattoo on your left arm of an hourglass frozen in time. branches and leaves wrap around and inside of it, and a skull hovers over it. between life and death. you’re not living, you’re just waiting.

the closer you get to his age when he died, the more you look like his spitting image. sixteen. it was just a month before his birthday. he’ll never be any older, and you’ll die older than him. and it’s not right. and it’s not fair. but it’s how it is.

on your sixteenth birthday you bleach your own hair in the bathroom sink. anything to change it, to take him away. you don’t want to imagine what he would have looked like now, at almost twenty-two. would you be taller? would he look more like you, or esteban? would you be happy? would he?

over the years, you build the closest thing he’ll ever get to a memorial from anybody. you figure that they probably searched and found his body where you left it, it wasn’t too far from the border. you hope they left it. you try not to think about claire and stephen, or karen, or lyla, or any of your old friends you met on the journey.

finn. he told you just the day before that he had kissed finn in on the farm. you found his number written on a love letter in his backpack when you went through it.

‘give me a shout out when you get to mexico. always wanted to go and this might be a place i’d like to chill in. as long as you’re around. we gotta smoke a bowl. i think about you more than you might believe. finn.’

you typed the number out on a payphone several times. you never ended up calling it, though. you’re too afraid that you’ll hear ‘sweetie!?’ on the other end.

it’s hard enough living with your own mourning. you hope nobody mourns you, too. save it all for him. you’re going to become ocean foam eventually. that’s all that’s left for you here.

but until then, you have to keep going, until the story of the wolf brothers gets the ending that you like. the one you tell your children and grandchildren, where there’s happiness at the end. the one where the wolf brothers are together again with their papa wolf, just like how it started.

until then; it’s once upon a time—in a wild, wild world.

#i have nothing to say for myself i started this right after episode 5. and just now finished it so :)#i dont claim lone wolf but it still breaks me and i had to cleanse myself SORRYYY #lis2 #life is strange 2 #my writing #daniel diaz #lis2 spoilers /#lis2 episode 5 /#death tw /#suicidal thoughts tw /#i honestly dont know what other tws this might need but lmk if i need to add any!#long post /#im going 2 bed .

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thundersolstice · 5 years

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Lion-OxTygra WIP (R, discontinued)

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Unfinished! Extremely OOC! PWP! Gratuitous kink worship (I don’t know what this kink is called but I’m pretty sure it has a “normal” version name? Basically Lion-O and Tygra bang while Tygra is invisible). Summary/Notes: This is an early draft WIP for a fic I probably won’t finish because there’s too much wrong with it–can’t be salvaged without starting over–but what brainless smut that’s written is fun if you can glance over flow/clarity errors and forget how painfully OOC everyone is. I’m sharing because there isn’t enough fic in this fandom, and I wish to acknowledge kinktober since I can’t participate all month lmao.

I have every intention of writing this basic concept (Lion-O x Tygra with Tygra invisible) properly, but I couldn’t say when/if it’ll ever get done and posted, so.

Tygra stared at him, bemused. “Why?”

“Why not?” Lion-O bounced in place on the edge of the bed, fingers drumming against the bedclothes with nervous energy. When Tygra failed to look delighted and aroused, he added hastily, “We don’t have to or anything, I was just, y-you know, curious—”

“No, it’s fine,” Tygra said, still bemused. He uncrossed his arms but remained leaning against the bedpost—no sign of irritation, still close enough to touch. A knot eased in Lion-O’s chest, and he stopped bouncing.

“I just don’t know why you’d want to,” Tygra continued. “I didn’t think you were like that, Lion-O. Will you ask me to tie you down and flog you next?” His tone was amused, a little dry to mask the lingering sense of bafflement, but Lion-O received the mental image with crystal clarity; his mouth went dry.

He had to take a steadying breath before he could reply, affecting a tone of sly seduction. “Are you offering?”

“…If you really want it that badly?” Tygra said, and he was back to being bemused again, gaze askance.

Lion-O leaned forward and bumped his forehead against Tygra’s arm, smiling now. “I’ll settle for your other skill this time.”

“Alright.” Tygra straightened and strode across the room.

Lion-O watched his back while he rummaged in a drawer, heart pounding. When Tygra turned around with his whip in hand, Lion-O became aware of the aching tension between his legs like a punch to the gut. He tried to stand, found his legs were shaking, and sank back down on the side of the bed while Tygra crossed the room.

He stopped in front of his brother, eyes drifting, and tapped his smirk with the handle of the whip. “I haven’t seen you gagging for me this hard since our last patrol.” His eyes lingered on Lion-O’s face during his second, more successful attempt to stand. “What was it that had you so bothered at the time?” Tygra continued while Lion-O, lost for words, nuzzled his neck and pressed their hips together. “I took off my shirt, wasn’t that it? And you abandoned the mounts to wander so you could lick my stripes before I put my shirt back on. Honestly, I’ve been under the impression you liked looking at my body.”

Lion-O dragged his tongue through the fur on Tygra’s throat, pressing his erection urgently into his brother’s crotch. “I might love your body more than you do,” he whispered, voice trembling. “This is a new way to experience it.”

Tygra draped one arm around Lion-O’s hip and tapped the back of his thigh with the whip; he buried his free hand in Lion-O’s mane and yanked him into a rough kiss.

Lion-O made a desperate, plaintive sound and applied himself with helpless fervor, enough to leave Tygra gasping and decisively aroused. He was wearing a pair of loose white pants, placing his erection on display, and Lion-O reacted to this sight like he usually did: he dropped to his knees and mouthed his brother through the material. Tygra groaned and placed a hand on top of Lion-O’s head, holding him steady so he could thrust into his mouth as much as his clothing would allow. When he pushed Lion-O back for breath, the front of his pants were marred by a transparent wet spot clinging to his skin.

Lion-O very nearly ripped Tygra’s pants down and crashed forward, sucking him fully into his mouth before the material had hit the ground. He moved aggressively, pulling off and sucking him back in quickly enough to knock him off balance. He wrapped one hand around Tygra’s wrist—the one with the whip—and slid the other between his legs to massage and squeeze his sac. When he looked up, he found Tygra’s teeth clenched and his eyes closed, eyebrows drawn together; Lion-O abandoned Tygra’s balls in favor of his own.

All told, it took a remarkably short amount of time to get Tygra ready. Once he was fully erect, Lion-O licked the precum from his head and then required Tygra’s aid in stumbling back to his feet. Their tongues and lips met eagerly between pulling one another’s shirts off, and they remained fastened together until Tygra reached around and slid fingers down Lion-O’s back and between his legs. They broke apart together, Lion-O gasping at his brother’s touch and Tygra smirking faintly at what he found.

“Have you been wearing this all day?” Tygra purred, eliciting another gasp from his brother and driving his hips forward.

“I w-wanted to be ready for you,” Lion-O gasped. He jerked and nuzzled into Tygra’s fur while those fingers slid the dildo out and twisted in and slid back out, dribbling lubricant every time it was drawn out, and driving a heavy stream of precum into the fur of both their stomachs every time it was driven back in.

“I like this.” Tygra did something that resulted in a less-than-masculine yelp. “You should do this more often for me.” He drove Lion-O’s hips forward, forcing him to grind his cock between both muscled abdomens.

Lion-O wound one arm around Tygra’s neck (and did not release Tygra’s whip arm) and hooked one leg around his thigh, groaning and thrusting helplessly at Tygra’s direction. “Please, brother, please, I'm—” Which was all the warning either of them got before Lion-O tightened and cried out and jerked while Tygra continued to work his ass to the very deliberate outcome of a throbbing, spurting mess between their stomachs. When Lion-O’s muscles loosened, Tygra pulled their toy out and let it fall to the ground with a wet clatter, then slid his fingers into his brother’s body to twist and press and stroke him in places Tygra knew better than Lion-O himself.

“Love the slick,” Tygra purred, a definite growl in his voice now. “Did you use an entire bottle on yourself? Feels like it.”

Lion-O whimpered and writhed, struggling to avoid the over-stimulation and increase it all at once. Tygra knew what he was doing, of course—they’d been lovers for the better part of a year, and he knew exactly what it took to bring Lion-O’s enviably brief refractory to an even briefer end. Not a minute passed before he was rock hard again, and very eagerly pushing himself onto Tygra’s fingers.

Tygra released him and stepped back, twisting his whip arm free. When Lion-O made a shaky attempt to step forward, Tygra pointed the whip at him. “Do you want me to use this?”

Lion-O rocked back onto his heels, still breathless. His eyes darted from the whip to Tygra’s face to his stomach, where Lion-O’s seed had been smeared liberally. He touched the fingers of one hand to his own stomach, smearing his ejaculate into his fur and muscles. “Use it,” he whispered, gaze dropping to Tygra’s dripping cock. “Please.”

“Bed,” Tygra said, and Lion-O obeyed with alacrity, if clumsily.

The whipcrack seemed to snap the room in two, and Lion-O froze, both hands and one knee planted on the bed. His pulse skyrocketed. How long had he imagined this scenario, writhing and thrusting alone in Tygra’s bed? How long had he waited for this?

Tygra’s steps were silent, but Lion-O detected his touch a second before it came by the disturbed air. He jumped anyway and twisted, staring over his shoulder. The room behind him appeared empty, but the warm fur-ruffling hand sliding up the inside of his thigh was absolutely real.

“Like this?” Tygra purred, and his fist closed around Lion-O’s cock and began stroking.

Lion-O grunted and dropped back to his hands and knees. Between his legs, his cock was squeezed and pulled by a hand that didn’t exist (except it did, oh, gods, it did). “Y-yeah,” he whispered, watching and feeling his balls being squeezed and then released. “This, exactly this…” Another hand squeezed a thigh and then slid up, and fingers were inside him again. Lion-O gasped and jerked his hips, thrusting into Tygra’s fist and driving himself onto Tygra’s fingers and—Tygra’s touch disappeared, and Lion-O nearly fell off the bed, flailing briefly.

He was still pushing himself up when Tygra’s hands returned. This time, the grip was hard, closing around his hips and flipping him onto his back and forcing his thighs apart. Disembodied hands dragged him toward the edge of the bed until his hips were suspended impossibly in the air. Lion-O braced his elbows on the bed while Tygra arranged his legs over his shoulders and then nudged at his brother’s slick entrance. Lion-O whimpered, eyes wide and taking in the empty room between his legs.

“This was a good idea,” Tygra’s voice murmured, somewhere between aroused and amused. “You should see yourself, little brother. Dripping and hard and panting all alone. I can see you opening up for me while I push in.” They both groaned while Lion-O stretched open around an invisible cock, a visual Lion-O could appreciate even if he couldn’t see it.

Lion-O let his bottom lip slide out from between his teeth. “Yes,” he whispered, his voice broken and shaking. “A-and after this, I want you to lie on your back so I can ride a cock nobody can see, and then I want you to pick me up and fuck me in the air, and then I want you to suck me and let me see me shooting into the air and disappearing, and th-then I—”

“Fuck, fuck,” Tygra snarled, “you’re going to make me come!”

Lion-O got in a breathless, trembling laugh that quickly died when Tygra dragged him almost violently the rest of the way onto his cock and then bent forward to silence Lion-O’s cry (and his orgasm-inducing fantasies) with his mouth. Lion-O wrapped his arms and legs around his brother and moved his lips against a mouth he could not see. He was vaguely aware of Tygra’s whip, tied around his waist to leave his hands free, but was far more focused on the way his ass was held in the air, how it must look to see him being opened and pounded by a cock that could not be seen, the hot slide of Tygra’s cock and the splattering drips of excess lubricant, in and out of his body—what of his lips and teeth and tongue, did they disappear between Tygra’s lips or was his tongue being sucked into a mouth only he knew existed, a fantasy both real and unreal, a spirit or a spectre with the hard, hard, hard thrusts of his brother, and the taste of his brother’s tongue?

Lion-O grabbed two handfuls of Tygra’s hair and met his thrusts with gasping, open-mouthed cries,

(that’s all she wrote, folks)

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killswitchwrites · 5 years

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Take It All Back

Dean x Reader

Summary: Strength can look like a lot of things. Sometimes it’s being strong enough to walk away. Other times it means sticking it out. In Y/n’s case, it means a little of both. Sequel to One Last Moment.

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Canon level violence, blood, angst, and language.

Beta’d by: @pinknerdpanda & @trexrambling

A/N: This was written for Ang’s “Fierce Females in FanFiction” Challenge. My prompt was, “you made your choice and I made mine. Just because you can’t live with yours doesn’t mean you can shame me for living with mine.” It’s bolded within the fic. This is a continuation of my fic, One Last Moment.

Sorry it’s so close to the wire @atc74 , my muse has been an elusive bitch.

“Exorcizamus te omnis immu-”

“I’m really going to enjoy taking everything from you,” the demon snarls. The cheerful pastel of her outfit makes her threat seem absurd.

“Lucky for me, I don’t have anything to take. Not anymore.”

“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. You know, lying to a Sunday School teacher is extra bad,” she giggles.

A knot forms in my gut. She can’t possibly know about him. I’ve covered my tracks. I know I’ve covered them, but a small wisp of doubt creeps into the back of my mind. Maybe. Maybe someone couldn’t keep their mouth shut.

“I can’t wait to wear his skin-” she gargles the blood in her mouth before spitting it at my feet- “so many perfect little freckles,” she finishes with a hiss and a maniacal smile.

When I found this demon, I had high hopes of sparing the possessed woman. His perfect face flashes into my memory. If I save the woman, I risk losing him forever.

I force myself to take an even breath before asking, “Who?”

“A lady never kisses and tells.”

“If you talk, I can make this quick for you.” Moonlight glints on the blade in my hand. “If you don’t…”

The demon squirms. “Where’d you get that?”

“I love thrift stores. You just never know what you’ll find.”

“You found an angel blade-” she shifts in her chair- “at a thrift store?”

“So what’ll it be, quick or slow?”

“I’ve always liked it slow,” she purrs.

___

Three times. That’s how many tries I make at unlocking my phone before I realize there’s too much blood on my hand for it to recognize my fingerprint.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Six years ago I turned my back on the only man I’d ever loved, the only man who had only ever loved me. I was done. I got out.

I finally get my phone unlocked and dial by memory. My heart beats faster with each ring. Just when I’m positive my heart will explode, Siobhan answers.

“Blessed b-”

“Cut the crap, Siobhan, it’s me.”

“Oh. What do you want? I’m a little busy.”

“Someone in your coven has a loose tongue, and I plan on cutting it out.”

“I’m positive you are mistaken. We’ve held up our end of the deal. It’s become apparent that you have not.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Irene is dead. Her daughter made it back to tell us of her untimely demise before succumbing to her own wounds.”

“Did she know the doer?”

“No. She only said that they used witch killing bullets.”

“I’ll find who’s responsible and take care of it. In the meantime, up your warding around the house and keep an eye out.”

I don’t even need a full hand to count the number of hunters that know how to make witch killing bullets. One is me. The other two I had never planned on running into ever again.

___

“I’m telling ya, Sammy, I got her. It’s only a matter of time before she bleeds out.”

“That’s just perfect, Dean. If it weren’t for the fact that we needed her to find the coven.”

“Ok, fine, it’ll take a little longer than we planned. But hey, at least there’s free cable.”

Their bickering carries through the thin wood of the door. I kick back in my chair and prop my feet on the table, trying my best to sell the nonchalant vibe I am most certainly not feeling.

Dean shoulders through the motel door, freezing when he sees me.

Sam curses under his breath as he collides with his brother. “What the hell, Dean?”

A myriad of emotions rapidly shift Dean’s features before he settles on feigned indifference. “Get your dirty boots off the table, Y/n, people eat there.”

“Y/n?” Sam swipes the hair from his eyes and tucks it behind one ear. A face splitting grin amplifies his dimples. His smile quickly falters when I don’t return it.

I stay where I am. Feet propped up in defiance. “You guys need to leave town.”

Dean walks behind me on the way to the mini fridge, pulling on the back of my chair as he goes.

I pinwheel my arms and slam my feet to the floor in order to keep from falling over backward.

Sam nearly smirks, but manages to catch himself in the nick of time when I shoot him a glare. Dean, however, outright barks a laugh.

“Listen here, you ass.” I feel my cheeks heat. “I’m not here to play games. You’re not welcome here and you need to leave. I’m not going to ask again.”

“Doesn’t really seem like you’re asking, Y/n.” Dean cracks open a beer and throws the cap in the direction of the sink. “Besides, we kind of like it here. Don’t we, Sammy? And leaving is more your sort of thing. If I’m not mistaken,” he adds with an icy glare.

Clenching my fists, I dig my nails into my palms and focus on the sharp sting so that I can keep my voice from wavering. “If you ever loved me, Dean, you’ll leave tonight and never come back.”

All of the color drains from Dean’s face.

“Are you in some sort of trouble, Y/n?” Sam asks, finally finding his voice.

“It’s trouble that I’m trying to avoid, Sam.” I head towards the door, pausing to rest a hand on Sam’s chest. “Please. Get him as far away from here as you can.”

I beeline for the door, hoping to make it back to my car before the tears burning my eyes fall. I make it exactly four steps across the parking lot when I hear the scuff of Dean’s stride behind me.

“Tell me why.”

I freeze, midstep. “Because,” I weigh my next words carefully mustering as much venom as I’m capable of, “because everything you touch dies.”

I turn to face him, and his pained look is more than I can bear. But I press on, I have to. The stakes are too high for me to give in. I add the final nail to my coffin of lies.

“You’re a curse, Dean Winchester, and I wish I had never met you.”

I don’t stay to witness the fallout, but I imagine it looks the same as my shredded heart feels.

___

“It is done?” Siobhan drawls.

“I took care of the hunters. They’re not going to be a problem anymore. Do we still have a deal?”

“Your child will continue to receive the benefits of our protection. For as long as we have yours.”

I release a sigh. “How is he?”

“He grows in strength and beauty every day.”

“You know that’s not what I’m asking.”

“He remains unaware of his lineage.”

There are so many more questions I want to ask, but the less I know the better, the safer he is.

My phone buzzes in my pocket and I answer it without checking the ID.

“Don’t hang up!” Sam blurts.

“Sam? How did you get this number?”

“That’s not really important right now. Have you seen Dean?”

“Not since this morning.”

“He went out to grab a drink, and he’s not picking up his phone. I’ve been to every dive bar in town. I can’t find him.”

“He’s probably just shacked up with some floozy for the night. I wouldn’t worry too much about it, Sam. He’ll probably roll in in the morning, no worse for the wear.”

“You don-” he sighs-”he’s not like that anymore. Not since you left. Please, Y/n, just help me find him and I’ll never bother you again.”

My heart twists. “Have you tried tracking his phone?”

____

“You’re positive this is the place?” I take in the gothic architecture and broken stained glass. It’s not technically a church anymore, but it’s still the last place I’d expect to find Dean on a Saturday night.

“This is the only place near the tower his phone pinged from just before I lost the signal.”

“Maybe his phone just died. You know he forgets to put it on the charger.”

“It was off, and then it was on, and then it was off again. Something else is going on; I know you can sense it too.”

“I think you’ve watched Star Wars one too many times, Obi Wan, because I’m not sensing anything. Other than the extreme dissatisfaction that I haven’t been able to remove my bra for the night.”

Sam snorts a laugh. “One quick sweep of the place.” He checks the clip on his weapon and chambers a round. “And if I’m wrong, you’ll be home in your pajamas in no time.”

I double check my weapon before following after him with a grumble. With my luck, he’s probably right and this night is going to go tits up real fast.

Sam waits for me by the heavy wooden entry doors. All merriment has been stripped from his face and replaced with grim calculation. With a tip of his head he motions to the trail of blood that disappears under the door.

Stepping over the gruesome trail, I pull open the door and pray it doesn’t creak and give us away. Sam slips through and I follow, nearly colliding with him.

I step around him and follow his line of sight. At the front of the church, behind the pulpit, where usually there’s a sculpture of Christ on the cross- there’s Dean. He’s been stripped of his shirt and suspended upside down. There’s a puddle under him, and fresh blood drips from the wounds on his chest to join it. He doesn’t appear to be conscious. He better not be dead. I’ll kill him for being so reckless.

Sam nudges me, and I split off to the right while he takes the left.

The only place for someone to hide is the confessionals, and I quickly clear them. Whoever did this is in the wind.

“Dean?” Sam whispers, reaching his brother.

Dean responds with a low groan. The sound sends relief flooding through my system, and I rush forward to help Sam.

“Hold on, man, we’re gonna get you down.” Sam’s voice is tight with worry.

By the time we get him loaded into the car, we’re all covered in his blood.

“I’ll sit in the back with him,” I offer, sliding into the backseat and settling Dean’s head in my lap.

Like it’s second nature, my fingers stroke through his hair to comfort him. “Just hang in there, Dean, we’ll get you patched up.”

Dean nuzzles into my touch and drifts off. I close my eyes, and I can almost pretend it’s just like old times. His pained grunt when Sam hits a pothole reminds me that it’s not. Everything’s different now. Everything’s wrong.

___

Sam and I get Dean on his bed back at the hotel where we silently work to piece him back together. Most of the cuts are superficial, intended to elicit pain, not death.

“Who would do this, Sam?” I ask while double checking the tape on the dressings.

“It’s not like we have a shortage of enemies-” he pauses- “though we did just take out a couple of witches. This could be retaliation.”

“It’s not them,” I mutter.

“Wait, you know the coven we’re tracking?”

“Huh?” Shit. I exhale. “They’re not bad people. I have a deal with them. I offer them protection and they do the same for me.”

Sam’s look is cold. “I never thought you’d be the type to work with witches, Y/n.”

“Well neither did I, Sam, but a lot of things have changed that I never thought would.”

“What else have you guys been hunting in the area?”

“Nothing. The coven is what brought us here. You?”

“I found a couple of low level demons sniffing around. I handled them.”

“By the looks of Dean it would seem that their buddies are a little pissed.”

Dean groans in his sleep and, instinctively, I reach to comfort him.

“Looks like not everything has changed,” Sam points out.

I withdraw my hand. “Some habits die hard.”

“Dean never told me why you left.”

I shrug. “I couldn’t do it anymore, Sam. The ones we couldn’t save kept piling up.”

“Yet, here you are.”

“Yeah. Here I am.”

Sam stifles a yawn.

“Why don’t you grab some sleep? I’ll sit with Dean.”

“Are you sure you wanna stay?”

“I need to. Just until I know he’s okay.”

“I’ll go grab something to eat. Dean’ll be hungry when he wakes up.”

Once Sam leaves I slip beside Dean, laying close enough to feel his body heat but not close enough to disturb him. The constellations of freckles on his shoulders and chest peek out from the edges of the bandages. I still remember the names I gave them the last time I laid in bed with him.

A tear rolls down the side of my nose and silently lands on the pillow. I scoot a little closer to him and rest my head on his chest, over his heart. I focus on the steady rhythm beneath my ear, and it quiets the chatter in my head. I’d almost forgotten how still my mind could be.

Dean nuzzles into my hair with a sigh and, for one split second, I wish with everything in my soul that I could take it all back. All the hurt. The pain. The fights. The lies.

Even though he remains still, I feel him wake up. “I’m so sorry, Dean,” I whisper.

“It’s okay, sweetheart, I know you didn’t mean it. You’ve always been a crap liar.”

“Have not.” I sit up and discreetly dab my nose with my sleeve.

Dean chuckles and then quickly sucks in a breath with a grimace.

“Serves you right for teasing me.”

An uncomfortable silence fills the space between us. Dean is the one to break it.

“Mind telling me why the demons you pissed off came after me? And why they’d think I’m hiding someone for you.”

“I can’t tell you that.”

“I nearly lost my spleen. I think I deserve to know why, Y/n.”

Panic writhes like snakes in the pit of my stomach. “You’re right.”

I suck in a breath and move a little farther from him. “I need you to know I never meant for any of this to happen, and by the time I found out it was too late. I’d already left and it’s not like I could go back. I couldn’t ask that of you.”

“Spit it out.”

“It’s easier if I show you.” I dig my phone from my front pocket and swipe to the film reel before handing over the phone to Dean.

“His name is Thomas, and he’s almost six.”

Dean’s eyebrow knit together, and then his eyes blow wide. “What is this, Y/n?!” I scramble to move away from him, but he grips my wrist to keep me right where I am. “How could you?”

“I didn’t mean to,” my nose runs freely and I ignore it, “it just happened, and I’ve wanted to tell you so many times. But I just… couldn’t.”

“You had no right,” he growls.

“I had every right, Dean.” I wrench my arm from his grip and stand on wobbly legs. “I may have left, but you let me. You made your choice and I made mine. Just because you can’t live with yours doesn’t mean you can shame me for living with mine.”

“Choice?” he scoffs. “How could I possibly make a choice when I didn’t have all of the information?!”

Dean jumps from the bed, quickly doubling over.

“Just perfect. Now you’ve pulled your stitches! Get back in bed!”

I shove him towards the bed and he slaps away my hands.

“No! I want to see my son.”

I shove again and he collapses with a heavy thud. “You can’t see him. Not now. Not ever.”

“Bullshit. You don’t get to make that choice for me. Not anymore, Y/n.”

“He doesn’t even know you exist!”

Once again, Dean looks like I stabbed him directly in the heart- and twisted. “You didn’t even tell him about me? Where does he think his dad is?”

“You died in a car crash when he was just a baby… and so did I.”

“What?” he whispers, shocked. “You… abandoned him?”

“I didn’t abandon him, Dean. I gave him up to people that could protect him.”

“Where is he, Y/n?”

I suck in a breath and wrap my arms around my stomach. “He’s with the coven you and Sam are here hunting.”

“You gave our child to witches?!”

“I didn’t have a choice! From the moment he was born it was like he was a beacon to everything that went bump in the night! I couldn’t keep him safe. I wasn’t enough.”

“We could’ve kept him safe. Together.”

“Yeah, because you would’ve given up hunting, bought a house in suburbia and, what? Punched a clock for the rest of your life?”

“I don’t know, okay! I don’t know what I would’ve done!” He runs his hands through his hair. “But I would’ve done something.”

“Well, I did do something. I found people strong enough to protect him. And as long as I protect the coven, they’ve agreed to shield his essence.”

“So we’re supposed to, what, forget about him?”

Hesitantly, I move forward and sit on the edge of the bed. “We do what our parents couldn’t do for us. We keep him as far from this life as we can.”

“But,” tears spring into his eyes, “it’s not- it shouldn’t be like this.”

I take his hands in mine and twine our fingers. We sit in the painful silence surrounding us, both afraid to speak- afraid of the words we might say.

When I can take it no longer, I slip my hand from his. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry, Dean.”

He opens his mouth to speak, rethinks, and then closes it.

I jump to my feet and rush out of the door before he can say all the hateful things I know I deserve.

My stupid hands are shaking so badly by the time I get to my car that I can’t get the key in the door lock. “Dammit!” I punch the roof of the car, first in frustration, and then again because the pain it causes momentarily distracts me from the pain in my chest.

Warm arms that I immediately recognize as Dean’s encircle me, and I collapse into them with a sob.

Quickly, he spins me. Before I can register what’s happening his lips are pressed to mine. The salty taste of tears mixes with the taste of Dean, and I melt against his chest.

When he gives a pained grunt, I remember his injuries and pull away.

“Shit,” I gasp, checking his bandages. “Your stitches.”

“Screw my stitches,” he mumbles, pulling my hands back around his neck and pinning me against the car with his hips. “I’m not letting you leave, Y/n. Not again.”

“Bu-” I start to protest, and he silences me with another press of his lips.

Dean swipes his tongue along the seam of my lips and all thoughts of protesting flee my mind. I’m going to kiss him just like I’ve dreamed of kissing him every night since I left.

I don’t know what the future holds for us, perhaps no one does. But for tonight, at least, I’m going to pretend that we found a way to take it all back- and just maybe, if we’re really lucky, move forward.

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thisdiscontentedwinter · 6 years

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Baby Daddy - Chapter 13

You can read it here on AO3 or find the Tumblr Chapter Index here.

Laura blinks her eyes open in the gloom. Her arms and her shoulders hurt. It takes her a moment to realise she can’t move them. They’re chained above her, and her weight is hanging from them. She drags her feet along the floor—grit crunches under the soles of her shoes—and gets them under her. She moves her weight to her legs to ease the pain in her shoulders, and then shakes her aching head to try to shift the curtain of her hair hanging in front of her face.

“It’s always an abandoned industrial hellscape, isn’t it?” Peter asks in an acerbic tone from somewhere nearby. “Never a nice condo, or even someone’s garage. So predictable.”

Laura grunts, nowhere near alert enough to appreciate his sarcasm. Her sluggish brain is still trying to get a fix on what the fuck has happened. She turns her head and peers in his direction.

He’s hanging suspended in the same manner she is—arms wrenched up above him, and his ankles bound in a chain.

They’re in a…a meat locker? The room is dusty, and dark, and it’s not refrigerated now, but it’s clear that’s what it was used for once: there are hooks hanging from the ceiling and old stains on the floor.

“I made the jump, Uncle Peter,” she murmurs, still not quite understanding how she came to be in this place. “Made it.”

“I know you did, Lulu.” His voice is strained. “I know you did.”

She remembers jumping.

She remembers a sudden burst of pain in her chest.

She remembers more pain after that—hot, acid, so bad it flared white against her vision—and someone laughing as they pressed burning ashes into the hole in her chest.

She drops her chin to her chest now, and sees the bloodied, tattered hole in her favourite t-shirt. The skin underneath it is unblemished though. She feels a little weak still, from her exposure to the wolfsbane, but she knows there’s none in her system still.

She was shot, but she’s been healed. And she knows it’s not a mercy.

She looks at Peter again. His sweater and his jeans are pocked with holes, stained with blood, but he’s not hurt anymore either.

“Why?” she asks.

Peter always knows how to follow the train of her thought. “I can only assume they want Derek too, and they know that if they break his pack bonds, he’ll realise we’re dead, and not come back looking for us.”

They don’t know he left, Laura thinks. They don’t know he ran. They think he’ll come searching for his pack like any beta would.

“Derek doesn’t even feel the pack bonds like I do.” Laura’s throat is dry.

“He should though,” Peter says. “A beta should.”

But then Derek’s been an omega in everything but name for so, so long, hasn’t he? For the first time since she faced up to how she’s failed him as an alpha, Laura almost feels glad. Because if Derek can’t feel the bonds the way he’s supposed to, then maybe he’ll just keep running.

Maybe Laura’s failure will save him.

***

It’s hours before anyone comes. Laura listens, and sometimes she can hear the faint sound of the hunters’ voices, muffled through distance and several heavy doors. She hears men talking, and one woman. It can only be Kate Argent.

Laura’s eyes sting with angry tears when she thinks of how this woman raped her little brother when he was just sixteen, and manipulated him into giving her the information she needed to murder their pack. She destroyed them. She burned them to the ground, and now she’s back to salt the earth.

Laura thinks of the tiny life growing inside her, little more than a hummingbird’s thrumming heartbeat at the moment, and of eyes that may never open. She wonders if her baby would have had the green eyes of a Hale, or Stiles’s long lashes and burnt-caramel gaze.

“Don’t you dare,” Peter murmurs. His expression sharpens as he turns his head to look at her. “I can smell your fear, and fear is a good thing, but only when you use it to fight, not to cringe. We’re still alive, and you’re still the alpha. Be afraid, but be angry too. Be angry to the fucking end, and take down as many of your enemies as you can.”

Laura swallows and nods.

***

Kate Argent is a smirk and a swagger and a sharp-eyed predator. She walks into the meat locker, her boot heels clicking on the concrete floor, and turns on the blazing lights. After hours in the gloom, Laura squints in the sudden brightness, but forces her chin up to meet Kate’s gaze.

Laura is the alpha.

There’s an old man with Kate, his white hair balding. He’s wearing Sears jeans and a windbreaker. He looks like someone’s harmless old grandpa, except Laura knows better than to mistake him as anything but dangerous. It’s Gerard Argent, Kate’s father, and very probably the architect of all Kate’s actions.

“Well,” the old man says in his scratchy voice. “Laura Hale.”

“Alpha Hale,” Laura corrects, and hears Peter’s low growl of approval.

Gerard chuckles.

Kate circles Laura. “Where’s Derek? Where’s that cute little brother of yours?”

Laura doesn’t miss the way Gerard’s mouth turns down in distaste at the reminder his daughter seduced a werewolf.

“Not here,” Laura says.

“Aw.” Kate pouts. “He’s missing all the fun!”

Peter’s chains rattle as he readjusts his position. “Don’t worry, Kate. If you’re still interested in werewolf dick, then I’ve got a nice big one you can choke on.”

Kate whirls on him, pulling a firearm from her thigh holster and jabbing it in his stomach.

Laura watches, breath catching in her throat.

Peter’s upper lip draws back in something that’s not quite a snarl, not like a smirk. He might be hanging chained and helpless, and completely at Kate Argent’s mercy, but he’s not cowed for a second. He’s too much of an asshole for that, and Laura thinks that she’s never loved him more fiercely.

“Though I understand if I’m not your type,” Peter says. “You prefer boys who aren’t old enough to vote, hmm?”

“Whatever it takes, dog,” Kate says, her eyes narrow.

Peter shrugs, and his smirk widens. “If we’re dogs, then you’re a dog-fucker.”

Gerard Argent growls, his face going red, and Kate looks at him quickly—a flash of something that’s almost insecurity passing over her features. A sore spot, an old point of contention between father and daughter, and Peter honed in on it immediately.

Because of course Gerard Argent is exactly the sort of bigot who thinks nothing of murdering entire werewolf packs, but heaven forbid his daughter spreads her legs for one of them.

Peter’s eyes flash blue as he leans closer to Kate. “Bitch. Dog-fucker bitch.”

Kate’s jaw clenches, and her grip tightens on the firearm pressed into his gut.

Peter lifts his chin, fearless, like he doesn’t even notice.

Laura knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s doing what he did back at the loft. He’s making himself a shield. He’s goading Kate, drawing her anger, in an attempt to protect his alpha, and to protect the cub she’s carrying. It will be a vain attempt in the end, Laura knows, but this is what he does. Her uncle and her left hand. This is who he is.

“Where’s Derek?” Kate demands, sliding the barrel of the firearm up to his sternum, and then back down to his abdomen again.

Peter’s smirk grows. “Not here, dog-fucker.”

“Well then,” Kate says. “I guess we really only need his alpha for bait, don’t we?”

She pulls the trigger.

***

Peter’s shirt is soaked in black blood. The wolfsbane is poisoning him, preventing his body from healing. Laura can imagine the black spider’s web of veins on his skin, and knows that when it reaches his heart he’ll die. Whatever strain of wolfsbane Kate used, it’s slow-acting.

That’s not a mercy, Laura knows, and it wasn’t intended as one.

Kate wants Peter to die slowly, and in pain.

His mind keeps racing, even as his body fails him.

“They’re waiting for Derek,” he murmurs. “That gives you time, Lulu. Maybe there’s an advantage there. Be angry. Remember to be angry.”

He shudders as the poison blackens his blood.

“I’m sorry. They were supposed to come after me. I have so many fucking trip wires in my apartment it’s like living in a cat’s cradle.”

Laura whispers to him that she loves him, that she doesn’t blame him. She’s not sure if he even registers the words.

“If the Argents have a weak link, it’s Christopher.” He draws a shaking breath. “He was always the only one of them who didn’t twist their code. He can’t know about this. He wouldn’t approve. It’s possible one of the other hunters knows him. If you get the chance to speak to one of them, ask them to contact Chris. Tell them you have information for Chris’s ears only.” He shivers, hands clenching and unclenching in the shackles above his head. “It’s a long shot, but maybe…”

“Maybe,” Laura whispers back, knowing that it won’t work, but also that Peter needs this. He needs to die hoping that he’s at least left her with a faint chance.

“Sow discord,” Peter says, his voice straining. “They hate us. Remind them what Kate did. How low she went in their eyes. Dirty dog-fucker. Make them spit on her reputation. Might not help you, but…”

But it might hurt Kate, some indistinct day in the future, and that might be the only consolation Laura gets in the end.

“If it comes to the worst…” Peter squeezes his eyes shut. “If it comes to the worst, Derek will be alpha. Away from here, and he can build a pack, and maybe it won’t be the end of all of us. Maybe one day there will be new Hale pups, hmm?”

“Yeah,” Laura says, tears sliding down her cheeks. What about herpup though? What about the tiny heartbeat inside her? Doesn’t it deserve a chance to live?

But this is what Peter needs. He needs that sliver of hope that, despite everything, the Hale pack might continue. Not the one they had, and not the one they were left with, but some nebulous concept of a future pack, with Derek as alpha, and Derek’s children. Laura can’t imagine it, and she doesn’t want to—not at the expense of her child—but she won’t steal that image from Peter if that’s all he’s clinging onto now.

“I taught you to run, Lulu, remember?” he asks, his voice cracking. “I taught you to run, even though you hated me for it.”

“I remember,” Laura whispers to him. “And I never hated you.”

Peter shudders, all the tendons in his neck tensing, and then slumps in his chains. His face is wet with tears. Tremors run through his body, and he makes small, hurt noises before he slips into silence for a long time.

Laura shifts her weight from foot to foot and tries to ease the pain in her shoulders. She wishes she was close enough to touch him, so that she had more than empty words to comfort him with. She wishes she could take his pain.

“I’m so sorry,” Peter whispers at last, and then, before Laura can answer, he says: “I’m so sorry, Talia.”

Laura’s heart clenches.

Peter turns his face to her, but she knows it’s not her she’s seeing.

Laura has failed as an alpha on so many levels, but here, in this moment, she can be the alpha Peter deserves. She can be Talia Hale.

“A left hand should never outlive their alpha. But, Talia, I just didn’t die.” His chest rises and falls heavily. “I wanted to, but I just didn’t die.”

“No,” Laura says, trying to keep her voice steady. “No, Peter, you stayed alive because you were still needed. Derek and Laura still needed you.”

“I’m so sorry, Talia.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” She blinks, and for a moment Peter vanishes behind a blurred screen of tears. “You are the best left hand an alpha could want. And you are the best brother a sister could ever hope for.”

“Talia…” Peter coughs, and a thin line of black fluid spills from the corner of his mouth. “I’m scared, Tally.”

“Don’t be scared, Peter,” Laura tells him. “I’m waiting for you. Everyone’s here waiting for you. You’ve been so strong, but you can rest now. You can let go whenever you want.”

Peter nods, and his eyes flutter closed.

Laura watches him through her tears, listening to the erratic beat of his heart, and dreading the inevitable moment that she no longer hears it, and she’s left here all alone.

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I Can’t Help But Care (ch 1)

Genre: Trans!AU, domestic fluff, mild hurt/comfort Rated: K+ Characters: Yosuke Hanamura, Souji Seta (Yu Narukami), mentions of Izanagi/Shadow!Souji, mentions of Naoto Shirogane Warnings: minor mentions of dysphoria and self-hatred Status: twoshot, complete

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“Souji... How long have you been wearing that?”

It clicks. It clicks in the worst way possible and Yosuke’s breath leaves him like he’s been punched. “You wore that inside the tv,” he accuses, a realization, not a question. “You fought in that. Souji, you fought in your binder?!”

Chapter 1: I Over-Communicate and Feel Too Much

The sun has already started going down by the time they make it from Junes to the Dojima household, their tired bodies protesting the trek after spending the last several hours jacked on adrenaline and combat.

Yosuke sighs. The outline of the house against the darkening sky is a welcome sight; his limbs are sore and he’s itchy from the sweat drying under his t-shirt, so right now all he wants is to take a nice hot shower and cuddle with his boyfriend. And food. Food would be good.

He looks over at where said boyfriend is sluggishly walking along beside him and catches another tiny wince crossing Souji’s face. Yosuke feels his own face twitch in sympathy. “You okay?” he asks, voice quiet in the encroaching dusk.

Souji glances at him, lips quirking in the barest hint of a strained smile. He doesn’t answer verbally, just gives a nod before suppressing a grimace as another step jostles him and makes his breath hitch.

Scratch that, Yosuke thinks with a frown, what he wants to do first is make sure Souji’s taken care of.

They shuffle up to the front door like a pair of zombies. It takes a second, but Souji finally manages to dig his keys out of his pocket with clumsy fingers and get the door unlocked. He turns the handle and leans his weight on the door with his shoulder, letting the power of gravity do the rest of the work for him. In turn, Yosuke leans his own weight against Souji and the two of them go spilling into the entryway in the most graceless fashion imaginable. Yosuke doesn’t even care if anybody saw – he just leans back against the door and pushes it shut again with his body weight. He lets himself sink to the floor with a groan and shuts his eyes.

“Maaaan,” he drawls (not whines, he absolutely, definitely does not whine), “why’d they have to hit so hard today?”

Beside him he hears fabric rustling as Souji shifts, followed by the soft ‘tap’ of a shoe hitting the floor. Yosuke cracks his eyes open just a smidge, watching as his boyfriend shoves his shoes off to the side with his foot before moving to peel himself out of his uniform jacket with aching slowness. Souji’s body is tense, his actions halting, and Yosuke pushes himself up a bit straighter to examine the other boy more closely.

Souji stands with his feet slightly apart, keeping his center of gravity lowered like he does in battle, except not nearly as extreme. His entire torso is rigid, his shoulders and back tight as he tries to get his jacket off with as little movement from the waist up as possible. He grunts as he slides one of his arms out, the motion seeming to pull at his side in a way that hurts him.

Yosuke bites his lip. “You sure you’re okay, bro?”

Souji looks over his shoulder at him as best he can without actually turning any part of his upper body. “I’m fine,” he breathes – and the way he says it sounds most certainly not fine.

Yosuke raises his eyebrows.

Souji seems to catch just how not fine his voice sounds because he huffs out something vaguely like a self-depreciating laugh before confessing, “I… my ribs kind of hurt a little.”

Guilt slices through Yosuke like his kunai through a shadow and, aches and pains be damned, he sits upright so fast his joints pop. He opens his mouth to apologize but before he can get a word out, Souji’s cutting him off.

“No don’t– I’m fine, Yosuke. Please don’t apologize.” Souji’s face screws up in that worried way of his and Yosuke knows, he knows that Souji is feeling guilty about Yosuke feeling guilty.

But Yosuke is having none of it. He pushes himself up off the door to his feet – only wobbling a tiny bit as his thighs burn – and reaches out to gently tug the other sleeve off his boyfriend’s arm. “I just… I couldn’t help it, you know?” he says softly, a little sadly. He wants to do what he normally does, which is to loudly contest Souji’s concern and apologize anyway, but he’s worn out and he knows Souji’s worn out and right now it just seems a better use of both their time for him to act rather than talk.

Souji sighs. “…I know. I can’t say anything, though; as much as I hate it when you take a hit for me – when any of you do it,” and here he tilts his head to give Yosuke a firmer, more pointed look that evaporates the exhaustion from his features for a millisecond before he softens, “I’d do the same for you.”

“I know you would.” Yosuke leans in and brushes his lips against the corner of Souji’s mouth. One hand comes to rest gently against the small of his partner’s back, the other reaches up to catch one of Souji’s hands and curl their fingers together. Souji hums against him and Yosuke nuzzles his jaw before leaning their foreheads together. He watches through half-lidded eyes as Souji closes his own, a faint, contented smile stretching into existence over his face.

They stay that way for a moment, sharing warmth and space in the quiet of the entryway. The house beyond is silent; Nanako is spending the night at a friend’s house while Dojima works himself to an early grave like he always does. There is no true darkness, though, as the last remnants of fading sunlight pour into the windows and bathe the world in ambers and golds. It’s like a moment suspended in time, just for them, and Yosuke pointedly pushes from his mind the memory of tackling Souji to the ground, narrowly avoiding being hit himself, as one last tricky little shadow had popped up from behind its fallen comrade and attacked while their leader’s attention had been elsewhere.

He’d do it again in a heartbeat.

He feels Souji start to droop and nuzzles him again. “Hey,’ he murmurs, “you should head on up. I’m gonna order dinner.”

Souji shifts, bleary eyes blinking up at him. “There’s food here…”

“Yeah, no, you’re passing out on me, I’m not letting you cook right now.” He grins at his boyfriend’s flat look and nudges him carefully with his shoulder – making sure not to move Souji too sharply lest he hurt him.

Souji huffs but doesn’t argue. Instead he readjusts his weight and leans away to stand on his own again. The next breath he exhales is a little stuttered, his expression a little tight, and Yosuke uses the hand on Souji’s back to keep him steady as he steps the rest of the way into the house. He’s just starting to toe his own shoes off when Souji turns slightly to give him one last glance.

“You want the first shower?”

Yosuke shakes his head. “Nope! You need it more than I do, Partner.” He makes a shooing motion with his free hand while the other he very deliberately shoves into his pocket to dig out his phone. “I’ll catch up in a minute.”

Souji’s shoulders relax just a fraction – just enough that only Yosuke, who knows what to watch for, would be able to catch it – before he gives in with a grateful smile. “Get whatever,” he says, easing his wallet out and handing it over, despite Yosuke giving him A Look. He huffs a laugh. “You bought last time.”

They stare at each other for a moment, Yosuke decidedly not taking Souji’s wallet and Souji’s eyebrows climbing higher and higher towards his hairline. Eventually, (because goddamnit, Souji) Yosuke relents and takes the wallet with a long-suffering sigh.

He does his best to imitate his boyfriend’s earlier flat look and thinks he nearly nails it dead on. Souji, in turn, just smirks and steps further into the house and towards the stairs.

Yosuke watches him until he’s out of sight before lolling his head back and making a noise of deep exasperation at the ceiling. He’s so weak for his boyfriend, what the hell?

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It’s a good few minutes later when Yosuke wanders up the stairs after his partner. His shoes are off, dinner has been ordered, and Souji’s probably soaking his sore muscles, so there isn’t really a hurry to get to the second floor. Except for possibly getting the chance to catch a glimpse of Souji in a towel, because even dead on his feet Yosuke is a healthy teenage boy and his boyfriend is naked in the same house as him, so really, he can’t be blamed for his mind slipping to dirtier places upon occasion – even if he’d never act of anything until Souji was comfortable.

Distracted by the thought of Souji in the shower, it takes Yosuke far too long to notice that he doesn’t actually hear the sound of running water. He’s nearly at the landing before he realizes that he doesn’t hear much of anything at all. “Partner?” he calls, stamping down on the instinctive flare of worry in his gut.

There’s a faint noise from Souji’s bedroom, a hiss of breath, and Yosuke feels himself going on alert. He hurries up the last couple of steps and strides over to where the door to Souji’s room stands ajar. He raps his knuckles against the wood – once, twice, thrice – out of courtesy.

“Dude, you okay?”

A pained huff is his only response for a moment and Yosuke chews his lip.

Then, “…I’m stuck.”

This makes Yosuke pause. He doesn’t know what Souii means by that, but it’s clear his partner needs a hand. Then again, Souji is still nervous being around him in any state of undress that involves his waist downward. Depending on how much clothing Souji has already shed, Yosuke’s presence could very well do more harm than good. The last thing he wants is to make Souji uncomfortable – or worse – so despite how badly he wants to rush to his partner’s aid, Yosuke forces himself to stay put until he’s given the okay.

“Can I come in?” he asks.

There is a beat of silence before Souji responds. When he does, his voice is strained, aggravated, and more than a little embarrassed. “…Please do.”

Yosuke immediately pushes the door open and steps inside.

He is greeted by the sight of Souji in the middle of the room in his underwear and not much else. His pants have been kicked off to the side, his shirt a puddle of fabric on the floor by his feet next to his discarded jacket. Souji himself is flushed in the face and shaking slightly, though whether it’s from pain, frustration, or the chill on his exposed skin is hard to tell. He stands with his arms wrapped around his waist, fists clenched, and his expression as he looks over at Yosuke is nothing short of done.

It takes Yosuke another few seconds to spot the tight, flesh-colored fabric covering his boyfriend’s upper torso.

“I can’t lift my arms up high enough,” Souji is saying, and Yosuke snaps his attention up to Souji’s face.

Souji gives the fabric in his grasp a weak tug for emphasis. “Could you…? If I could just…” He shifts like he’s trying to scoot the fabric up past his ribcage, wincing a moment later and flattening his elbows against his sides. He sighs. “I should have splurged on that one with a zipper,” he mutters bitterly to himself.

Oh.

Oh!

Yosuke’s tired brain kicks back in and the second the words “could you” are out of Souji’s mouth, Yosuke is moving towards him. He reaches his side and stops, hands hovering near Souji’s wrists uncertainly.

It isn’t just that he’s not sure what he should be doing; given a bit more instruction he’d be just fine. No, it’s the fact that Souji is shirtless and wants Yosuke to help him get more shirtless that has his head short-circuiting. Is this a breach of boundaries? Should he close his eyes? He knows where the line is in regards to anything lower than Souji’s hipbones, but they haven’t really talked much about Souji’s chest. And yeah, he’s seen Souji in his binder before, but only once, and only briefly.

Yosuke’s been trying to avoid asking Souji potentially painful questions about his body ever since the “I Hate Everything About Myself From the Waist Down” conversation. He would rather cut his own dick off than see Souji have to go through something like that again.

Licking his suddenly dry lips, Yosuke twitches his fingers nervously at the hem of his boyfriend’s binder. He chooses his words carefully before he speaks. “What do you need me to do?” he finally settles on, keeping his voice low and gentle.

Souji whines softly. It sounds more like a high, throaty hum, but Yosuke has heard it before and recognizes it for what it is.

“If you could help me get it over my head…”

Yosuke chews his lip in thought. “Can you bend forward? Will your ribs let you do that?”

“I can try.”

Souji drops his hands to his sides and Yosuke takes half a step back to give him room. Haltingly, and with no small amount of effort, Souji manages to duck his head and shoulders towards Yosuke, who gingerly takes hold of the edge of the binder.

“Ready?” he asks.

Souji hums.

“Okay.” Yosuke tightens his hold on the fabric and tenses. “I’ll pull up, you slide back.”

Carefully, so, so carefully, Yosuke starts to tug the binder upwards, letting it curl over itself as it travels up the length of his partner’s torso. He keeps a sharp watch for any sign that he’s going too quickly, too roughly, but other than the way Souji’s breath stutters as he bends further down there is nothing.

As the binder reaches just below Souji’s pecs, Yosuke hesitates. “Uh, Partner?” he starts, swallowing as his boyfriend tilts his head back up as best he can from his half-folded position. A silvery eyebrow quirks in silent question.

“Is this… Should I look away or something? Are you okay with this?” A bit late now, Yosuke thinks to himself, considering he’s got Souji essentially trapped with his spine bent as his arms partly crossed between them.

Souji huffs – not quite a laugh, not quite a noise of disbelief. “As much as I appreciate that,” he says with a crooked half-smile, “at this point I just want the thing off.”

Yosuke is about to retort when Souji’s face suddenly melts from eternally-patient to something darker, more anguished and worried with that dusting of self-dislike that Yosuke would give anything to take away. “I mean,” he starts, near a whisper, “you can look away, if this is going to be too weird—“

“N-no!”

Souji blinks at Yosuke’s outburst – hell, even Yosuke is a little startled at the sudden sound of his own voice. He only wastes a second on it, though, because he can practically hear the gears turning in his partner’s head and he knows what path Souji’s anxious mind is going to try and go down. He takes a quick breath.

“It’s not like that. It’s just…” Yosuke licks at his lips, buying time as his words form. “You’re perfect to me, you know that, right?” He sees Souji’s eyes widen incredulously. Yosuke takes it as a good sign. “But if there’s something you aren’t ready for me to see yet, then I’m not gonna look.”

Souji just stares at him, his eyes wide and intense under the fall of his hair. Seconds pass in silence until Souji finally lets out a long, slow breath through his nose. He ducks his head, tucking his chin into his collarbone, and brings his arms up so that his shoulders are at their narrowest. “Pull,” he instructs, and his voice has lost its nervous edge. For the briefest of moments he is Leader, not Souji.

Yosuke has no choice but to obey.

Twisting his fists so that the hem of the binder is wound as securely in his hold as he can get it, Yosuke braces himself and tugs. Souji pulls backwards sharply, digging the balls of his feet into the floor and taking a single, definitive step away from Yosuke. The binder peels away from his skin like a molting snake and as soon as it’s cleared his head he’s standing up straight and tugging his arms back down. The binder catches on Souji’s elbows, slipping from Yosuke’s hands, and folds – upside down – over Souji’s chest, hiding it from view.

The action is not kind to Yosuke’s partner. Souji gasps in both relief and pained shock as he rights himself, goose bumps rising visibly across his skin as every inch of still-drying sweat from under the binder is exposed to the air. He nearly doubles back over, teetering unsteadily as he tilts his head towards the ceiling and making a low, gravelly noise behind clenched teeth. “Oh my god!”

Once again, Yosuke is out of his depth here. He hovers, taking an aborted step in his boyfriend’s direction, and waits.

Eventually, Souji evens himself out. He’s shaking harder now and his face is screwed up in an obvious grimace, but he’s free from his binder and the earlier mix of frustration and desperation is finally gone. He slumps, looking up at Yosuke through the grey curtain of his hair. “Thank you,” he breathes. “Holy shit…”

Yosuke takes this as a sign that all is (mostly) well and finishes taking that step closer. “You good?”

Souji nods. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m good.” He scowls down at the beige fabric still wrapped around his arms as though he wants to burn a hole through it with his eyes. He stands there for a second, likely thinking, before he glances back up at Yosuke and seems to come to a decision. With a huff – one that is definitely not a laugh this time – he slides his right arm out of the constricting wad of cloth.

“My chest is… better.” He sighs. River-water eyes flick between Yosuke and the binder, a bit of pink coming to dust across the bridge of Souji’s nose. “…Than my…” He makes a vague gesture with his free hand towards the black boxer-briefs sitting low on his hips. “…Everything else.”

Souji quickly clears his throat and moves his hand back up to keep the binder pressed against him. He lifts his head to look Yosuke in the eyes. “It doesn’t bother me as much as the rest of it does.” He chuckles softly, breathily, and the corners of his mouth lift in a tired, weak smile. “I’m lucky; there’s really not enough up here to count for anything. It’s easy to hide.” And with that, Souji lets his hands drop and tosses the binder off to the side. It lands on the couch with a muffled ‘plop.’

Yosuke feels his stomach bottom out.

This should be a milestone between them. Under nearly any other circumstance he would be thrilled that Souji is finally starting to be comfortable enough around him to be completely shirtless in the same room because all he ever wants is for Souji to feel safe, to be happy. But instead of honored, (like he always is when Souji trusts him with something like this) or sappy, (like he always is whenever Souji smiles) Yosuke finds himself bordering on horrified.

“Souji.”

The other boy startles a little, blinking at Yosuke with a slowly furrowing brow.

Yosuke knows how he sounded just then, is fully aware of how cold he probably seems as he stares blatantly at his best friend, his boyfriend, his partner’s chest. He knows; the dread in his lungs is too heavy for him too care. “How long have you been wearing that?”

“Uhm. All day?” Souji tilts his head, expression darkening, closing off, and his arms rise just slightly – likely unconsciously – as if making to cover himself, to hide. He frowns and his eyes turn to steel. “Why?” he asks. Calm. Too calm. The way he says it makes the single syllable frost over and drip with defensive chill.

A wolf backed into a corner, teeth on full display.

Yosuke feels numb. All day. Souji had been wearing his binder the entire day. And even as he tries to scour his brain for a memory of any time during the day that Souji might have been able to slip away and change his clothes, Yosuke knows there isn’t one. They’d walked together to school that morning, ate together at lunch, headed straight into the tv after school, and then walked back together afterwards. They’ve been together the entire time.

That’s what makes Yosuke sick to his stomach. They’ve been together the entire time – and that’s the thing; ever since Izanagi’s dungeon Yosuke has known that Souji wears a binder. He’s known but he keeps forgetting, and now, staring at the harsh, angry red lines that have etched the outline of Souji’s binder into his flesh, the places where the chafing and the marring almost looks bad enough to be mistaken for blood just below the skin, Yosuke hates that he forgets.

What kind of boyfriend is he that he just lets his best friend nearly tear his own body apart?

But that’s not even the worst of it. The way Souji’d been in visible pain as he moved before, every little jostle of his torso making him hiss and wince; it’s deeper than just the welting marks and the patches of irritation that damn near look like they’ve been sandpapered. Yosuke’s stomach rolls as he remembers how he’d tackled Souji to the ground only hours ago. He’d landed on top of him, knocking he wind out of Souji’s lungs for a moment as the shadow’s claws slashed through the empty space above them where Souji’s head had just been. Oh god.

…oh GOD.

Souji looks like he wants to retort, to snap his wolf teeth and bite back out of fear, but there is also confusion in his eyes. Like Yosuke’s earlier question didn’t lead where Souji had thought it would, (and Yosuke can hear Izanagi’s manic, mournful voice in the back of his memory: “If you ever found out, you would hate me!”) and now he’s not sure where to direct his mounting panic. Souji rocks back on one of his heels, shoulders hunching as he adopts a stance that loosely resembles the one he uses in battle.

“I always do,” he says, flat and frigid. The ice in his voice is betrayed, however, by the way his arms come up to cross just over the swell of his chest.

“You always—!” Yosuke cuts himself off before his horror results in him yelling. He runs a hand through his hair, curls it tight around his fingers, and looks at his friend with every ounce of dismay he feels. “Your ribs. Partner, I tackled you!”

Souji barks a humorless laugh. “I didn’t really have anything to do with that.”

The laugh is good – the laugh means Souji’s not so far behind his walls that he can’t be reached. Yosuke’s head is swimming. There are a hundred things chasing themselves around and around inside his brain and he can’t get the ones out that he wants to say. He’s never been as good with words as Souji.

As Yosuke scrambles for the right way to voice his fears, Souji must finally decide he isn’t about to be verbally attacked or rejected like he thought he was, because the battle stance eases up slightly. He still stands with his arms draped slackly across his chest, eyeing Yosuke warily, but the fight-or-flight appears to have subsided at least a little.

His voice is still guarded, though, when he says, “It’s not a big deal, Yosuke.”

Which is exactly the wrong thing to say.

Yosuke gapes at him. “Not a big—The hell?! You’re in pain; why would you wear your binder in the tv?”

The look Souji gives him is a mix of many different things – incredulity not the least of them. “Why do you think?” he scoffs. “They may be an A-cup, but they’re still there.”

“No, that’s! DUDE!”

“Look,” Souji cuts in, once again trying to end the conversation before Yosuke can manage to put his argument in order. “It’s fine. I’ve been doing this all year and I’m fine. Besides…” and here he glances away for a moment, carefully schooling his expression. “Naoto wears their binder in the tv.”

Ohhhhh no. No way is Yosuke letting Souji deflect like that. He must be running out of ways to say he’s “fine”, because Yosuke is pretty sure the tactic Souji just tried to employ is him scraping at the bottom of the proverbial barrel.

“No, they don’t,” Yosuke says, knowing full well he’s right. “They double up on sports bras when we’re about to go fight monsters. Besides…” He bites out the last word, throwing it back to emphasize his point. “Naoto isn’t a melee fighter.”

A stunned silence follows. Souji blinks at him, stormy eyes wide, and Yosuke idly wonders if the other boy’s face is starting to hurt. Souji has emoted more in just the past hour or so than Yosuke has seen him do in a week.

It’s Souji that breaks the quiet. His tongue darts out to lick at his lower lip – a habit he’s apparently picked up from Yosuke, unless he’s just never been outwardly nervous enough for it to happen where anyone can see. When he speaks his voice is tiny, shaky; the shield he hides himself behind lowered for now. “H-how do you know?”

“They use a gun, bro.”

Souji shakes his head. “No. I mean, how do you know what they wear inside the tv?”

“Because I asked them.” Yosuke sighs, shifting his weight lower now that the tension has started to bleed out of the room. He crosses his arms and leans back on his heels. “After Izanagi…” he starts hesitantly. He wants to pick his words wisely; Souji nearly walled him out a few minutes ago and Yosuke adamantly wants to avoid that happening again. He’s Souji’s Safe Place, his anchor – both his and Izanagi’s words – and Yosuke will do everything he possibly can to not break Souji’s trust.

He starts again. “After everything, when we got you home and you were still out of it, I went and talked to Naoto. They gave me a bunch of websites to check out on like, what to do to be supportive and how not to say stupid shit that might hurt you.”

Memories of things he’s said in the past flit across his brain and Yosuke lowers his eyes for a moment to ride out the twinge of shame and guilt. Even if he hadn’t known at that time, even if he would never have said half the things he did if he’d even thought it might have made Souji sad or uncomfortable, he can’t change that he’d been a complete asshole for the entire first half their friendship. No matter how much he’d like to go back in time and slap himself.

When Yosuke looks up again Souji is watching him with a soft kind of knowing in his eyes. It’s familiar and so very Souji that Yosuke almost laughs in relief. There’s his Partner – patient and empathetic to a fault, even when Yosuke’s being stupid.

Although technically, Yosuke thinks, out of the two of them it was Souji that made the more questionable decisions this time.

Sweeping away the bout of self-depreciation, Yosuke schools his features back to chiding. “The internet also told me one way I could help was making sure you didn’t wear your binder for more than eight hours.” He raises his eyebrows pointedly and is secretly pleased when Souji’s expression turns just a little bit guilty. “And that you should never exercise in it.”

“I don’t—“

“Pretty sure fighting counts as exercise, dude.”

Souji’s patented Flat Look ™ returns. They stare at each other for a minute – Yosuke holding his ground and Souji holding his gaze despite how hard it must be to do so.

The stand off ends with a soft, nearly inaudible puff of breath as Souji laughs silently. He closes his eyes and shakes his head minutely, looking fond and slightly disbelieving when he looks back up at Yosuke and smiles. “You voluntarily researched binder safety?”

Yosuke immediately feels himself flush. “Well yeah!” he sputters, not a little indignant. “Considering I know two people now that wear them.”

Souji’s shoulders shake a little as his silent laughter gets harder. The smile stretches just the tiniest bit, like he’s holding the sound back behind his lips. The fondness in his expression grows brighter – a hint of something proud lacing the edges of it.

But the warmth Yosuke usually feels from a look like that is tempered, dampened, and he runs a hand through his hair with one corner of his mouth drawing downwards in a frown. “Not that it really matters if I completely space that my boyfriend might be wearing it to fight in.”

Souji doesn’t respond.

In the quiet, Yosuke takes a second to trail his eyes back over the harsh red marks outlining his partner’s torso. Some of them are blocked by Souji’s arms, but he can see the worst of them – up along Souji’s collar bones, across the soft parts of his shoulders, just below his armpits.

Shit.

It’s then that Yosuke realizes that Souji is, in fact, still standing almost naked in the middle of the room after being on his feet for hours, with ribs that are probably still aching from being squeezed into a binder all day.

He takes a step forward, keeping his movements slow and watching Souji carefully to make sure the other boy is okay with being approached. When Souji makes no indication that the action is unwanted, Yosuke closes the distance between them and reaches out. He doesn’t touch though, just lets his hands hover over the raised red line running along his boyfriend’s right shoulder. “Do they hurt?” he whispers.

Souji sighs quietly through his nose. “A little. More irritating than anything.”

Yosuke tentatively touches his fingertips to the unmarred part of Souji’s shoulder – making sure not to accidentally brush the damaged skin. “What about your ribs?”

He feels Souji shift experimentally, catches the wince on the other boy’s face as he does. “Yeah,” Souji breathes, “those still hurt.”

Amber-colored eyes lift to seek out stormy grey. He chews at his lip for a moment before asking, “Is it from me slamming into you or…?”

A gentle hand comes to rest on one of Yosuke’s elbow as Souji glances down at the fingers on his shoulder. “Probably. But they were already sore to begin with.”

Well. That doesn’t really alleviate Yosuke’s guilt, but at least he isn’t the sole cause of Souji’s injury. Not that he feels any better about having aggravated it. Still, cause or not, Yosuke doesn’t like that Souji is still in pain, and anything he can do to make it even marginally better, he’s going to do it. He knows he’ll probably blame himself – for not noticing sooner, for ramming straight into Souji’s ribcage – until Souji’s pain is gone and the red on his skin is healed, but for now he’ll do whatever Souji needs him to do.

He leans in, brings his forehead to touch against Souji’s and lets his eyes slip to half-lidded. Souji mimics him, nuzzling their noses together as he hums softly.

“Hey,” Yosuke whispers.

Souji meets his gaze.

“How can I help?”

There is a moment of quiet between them. He watches Souji watching him, flicks his eyes downwards as Souji’s lips part to answer him…

There is a loud knock on the front door.

They pull apart with a startle. For a good few seconds they just stare over at the hallway beyond Souji’s doorway – Souji blinking like an owl and Yosuke trying to reorient himself with reality. It takes him an embarrassingly long time to remember that, oh yeah, he ordered takeout.

Souji seems to come to the same conclusion because he takes another step away from Yosuke and smiles, nodding towards the door. “You should get that.”

Yosuke nods dumbly and absently pats his back pocket to make sure he still has Souji’s wallet.

His boyfriend exhales, short but audible, and moves – stiffly – to grab his neatly folded sweatpants off the desk. “And I should… probably go shower.” He glances over at Yosuke questioningly, which Yosuke answers with a shake of his head.

“All yours, Partner.”

Souji gives him a nod.

They leave the bedroom together; Yosuke heading for the stairs and, subsequently, the front door, and Souji following him out before veering off in the direction of the bathroom with his change of clothes held tightly against his chest.

#fanfic #fanfiction #persona 4 #p4 #souji seta #yosuke hanamura #yu narukami #trans souji seta #SouYo #trans male character #tw dysphoria #trans!au #scars on my sleeve

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Title: An Unwanted Feeling

Words: 1822

Rating: T

Tags: • Secret Crush • Love Letters • Love Confessions • First Kiss

Summary: In 1994, just as they're beginning to make some progress, Paul realizes he has a rather sudden infatuation with their other guitarist. But he doesn't want to cause the destruction of their newborn band, so he decides to keep it to himself. Eventually, it comes to light despite his efforts.

AO3

This is a request for an Anon; hope you like it!

Never before has Paul faced a situation like this before. In the past, Paul just approached a woman if he found her attractive, flirted, played around, until they eventually fell into bed. Now, he can’t practice any part of his usual method. Now, he has to control his urges and simply admire from afar. He doesn’t want to ruin what’s been built. He doesn’t want to uproot the flower just before it’s begun to grow.

It’s 1994 and they’re staying in a small house surrounded by trees on all sides. It’s a modest, almost ramshackle little place, rented out for the time being as they record their debut album. The atmosphere here is electric and relaxed at the same time: they’re eager to get their feet on the ground, but they’re not rushing it. They’re enjoying the good vibrations as they last.

Schneider is on the drums now, creating a great, big fucking racket as Ollie handles the soundboard. Till and Flake are gone, on an errand with their manager to fetch some food. Paul is lounging on one of the torn couches in the confining room, with Richard seated on the swiveling chair, idly spinning himself with lazy pushes against the floor, a cigarette between two fingers. Paul smiles faintly to himself, watching his bandmate turn himself in the seat while languidly sucking at his cigarette. Schneider’s drum playing continues filling the entire damn house as they just sit there, together, silently.

Richard is wearing only his red basketball shorts. Considering how hot it is, Paul himself wears only his comfortable cargo pants, shirtless himself. No words are shared between them. Richard has that pouty look on his face, so Paul decides to leave him be. He just continues spinning in the seat, until his cigarette is spent and he has nothing left to distract himself with. Richard sighs, plants a foot on the ground to stabilize himself again, and then reaches out to smash the cigarette butt into the cluttered ash tray. Then he gets up, stretches by linking his fingers and arching his arms above his head—Paul’s eyes immediately latch onto the muscle that flexes around his ribcage.

With a deep exhale, Richard lets his arms swing back down and then looks over at Paul with an arched brow. Paul smiles at him. Richard turns to the doorway and begins towards it slowly, calling with disinterest over his shoulder, “Want a drink, Paul?”

Paul’s smile becomes broad.

“Yeah! Just a water would be great.”

“You got it.”

Paul watches him retreat through the door, hand raising to knock into the doorframe as he departs.

Butterflies dancing in his belly, Paul comes to realize he’s got it fucking bad for him—and he does not like it. There’s no way he could possibly act on it. He doesn’t want to cause a disturbance in the waves, not when their work is just beginning.

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For two weeks they’re trapped in the small house, recording, discussing, producing. Paul is probably a little more distracted than he should be. His infatuation for Richard, as unwanted as it may be, is not fading. He often finds himself watching him—whether he’s playing on his guitar, seated at the dinner table talking animatedly with the others, sleeping in a mess of sheets on one of the beds, smoking a cigarette outside with the setting sun falling slowly behind him, or simply walking around in only his basketball shorts. Paul tries not to let it show. Sometimes, Flake looks at him strange as if he caught Paul staring—after all, he knows him so well—but for the most part, no one seems to notice. And especially not Richard. He’s completely oblivious.

Yet, still, he refuses to let it come to light. He doesn’t want to ruin everything.

So he writes his feelings down, just to get it out. He was always a verbal, direct man. He faced a problem head-on and without hesitance. But this time, it has to be reduced to only the written word, like a nasty secret. Which it is. It’s just for the sake of expelling these feelings from within himself. Maybe once he gets them out, they’ll dissipate.

In the form of a letter to the man himself, Paul pretends he’s confessing with complete honesty. His frustration, his attraction, his undeniable desire to fuck his brains out. The night he writes it, Paul folds it up, shoves it into his notebook which holds all his notes on the production process. He’ll throw it out later—he’s exhausted and he needs to get some sleep for the busy day tomorrow.

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“Hey, Paul, what’s this?”

Paul is kneeling under the dining table in the kitchen, scrubbing up the beer he spilled everywhere—it’s stuck in the crevices of the tiles, so it’s taking a bit longer than usual. Richard’s voice speaking up reaches his ears, from the doorway which leads into the kitchen. He hums with question as he vigorously wipes at one stubborn spot on the floor, unaware of the sound of rustling paper and the heavy silence from Richard. He waits a moment longer, and when no answer comes, Paul throws the rag down and peeks out from under the table with an arched brow. Richard is standing there, dressed in his red jeans with the suspenders and white shirt, his hair combed over like usual in that rather attractive hairstyle. Paul is enamored by how handsome he looks, until he realizes he has an open envelope in his hands, as well as an unfolded letter.

“What the fuck!” Paul sputters, immediately scrambles out from under the table to climb onto his feet and dart to Richard, violently snatching the letter out of his hands. Richard looks at him with wide eyes, stunned.

“I—I was just checking your notes, ‘cause I remembered you said something about—” Richard begins, stammering with a red face.

“How much did you read?” Paul snaps, interrupting him, as he crushes the letter in his hands, like he should’ve done days ago. Horror sits in his gut like a rock. His heart begins to pound, his face erupting with a burning heat. Even so, his gray eyes are unwaveringly trained on Richard’s, conveying the mixture of his anger and disbelief. Richard rubs his lips together nervously, looks away over Paul’s shoulder, his hands clenching into anxious fists. Then he shakily meets Paul’s firm gaze and says quietly, “Not much.”

Sighing, Paul runs a hand up through his messy blonde locks and then says flatly, agitated, “But enough, I’m guessing.”

Richard manages a slight, awkward smile and nods, looks away again.

“Look,” Paul begins, crossing his arms with a deep frown on his face, earning Richard’s uncertain green eyes again, “It doesn’t have to mean anything. I just wrote that shit down just to get it out of my head. I don’t want you to think I’ll be trying anything, because I won’t. I just want to finish recording this fucking album and move on.”

Silence hangs between them for a moment. Richard bites his lip, drops his gaze to the floor. He mirrors Paul by crossing his arms as well. He nods. Paul just watches him, expectantly, with an arched brow. Richard clears his throat, glances up at him, a strained, forced smile on his face.

“Well, it’s not… Totally… Unreciprocated.”

Paul stares at him blankly.

“…What.”

Richard laughs lightly, nervously, and shrugs with a raise of both hands. Then he rubs one over the back of his neck, the other falling to slap against his jean-clad thigh as he stammers with an avert of his eyes, “Paul, I kind of was thinking of you the same way. Not—Not, well, not quite to that level but. I was entertaining the thought of… Of…”

“Spit it out, Richard,” Paul says, his entire body burning up again, his brow knit and teeth clenched. He watches the younger man fidget and hesitate. Eventually, Richard does spit it out by saying with a nervous, wide grin and an avoidance of Paul’s eyes, “I was thinking of fucking you, too, alright?”

Paul is in disbelief. He looks at Richard like he just told him he wants to fuck him—which is exactly what just fucking happened. He stares at him with an agape mouth and bewildered eyes. Richard raises a hand to press it over his own red face, shakes his head.

“That came out so… Poorly,” he mutters. Paul is speechless. He really can’t find any words to say. Richard drops his hand, sighs heavily, and then searches Paul’s shocked expression with an almost fond smile. He then steps closer. Paul reflexively, defensively lifts his hands, his eyes widening. Richard reaches out, cups the sides of his face a little too roughly, fingers sliding into messy blonde locks, thumbs resting over his cheeks. Paul is frozen, gray eyes wide and trained on Richard’s, which bore determination.

Leaning in, Richard angles his head and crushes their lips together. Paul makes a slight noise, hands jerking up to clutch at the cotton of Richard’s white shirt. Richard kisses him with firm purses of his mouth—nothing too heavy. Paul appreciates the fact he isn’t shoving his tongue in his mouth, but he’s also not sure how to feel beyond that. With a furrowed brow, he looks at Richard’s face, his closed eyes, before he closes his own and begins to kiss him back. With a little too much force, Paul mouths at his lips, unthinkingly jumping too far ahead—he bites his bottom lip between his teeth, earns a shocked noise from Richard.

Drawing back, Richard looks at him with a surprised expression on his red face, his hands continuing to clutch at his boyish face. That kiss was not good. But it was not too bad, either. This is awkward. Paul is feeling a little too overwhelmed, but this is the catalyst and like hell he’s going to miss this chance now that he’s discovered Richard is willing. He reaches up to clutch Richard’s hands in his own, brings them down to rest them across his sides, his smaller hands outstretched across Richard’s.

“If this is going to happen,” Paul begins, searching in Richard’s wide emerald eyes, “It has to happen now.”

Richard pauses, and then he nods with a more neutral expression on his face. Paul takes his wrist, begins to pull him towards the cluster of bedrooms on the other end of the small house.

The others are gone—Schneider and Ollie went to lunch with their manager, Till and Flake went to pick up some equipment—so they have plenty of time. Replacing Paul’s anxiety is anticipation.

As soon as they’re within their small, shared bedroom with the dresser pushed in front of the door, Paul grabs Richard, shoves him up against the wall, and decides he’s going to kiss him until he can’t breathe.

#Rammstein #Paulchard #fics #mine

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secretadventuresociety · 3 years

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Episode 30 Recap

It’s that time again, SASholes! I’m Bren, resident SAStorian and Kü enthusiast. Welcome to Episode 30: Fire and Bone.

“Who Broke the Sky?”

On the walk back from the Night Market, our heroes take in the bright swirls of the aurora in the Mardosta welkin. Despite the heaviness of the evening, the sight brings on conversation about the coming festival-- which will necessitate new clothes and money to buy them with. Kess makes sure to impress upon Pearce that he can’t wear his red paint-stained mask, and so the gunslinger turns to Kü and asks if he would take off his helmet; his reasoning being that it would be ‘weird’ if he wore it. Now, I know what you’re doing here, Shooty Boy, and it’s admirable. However, if you ever tell my son how to dress again I will rip your character sheet up in front of you. ANYWAY. The matter is dropped as the party’s attention once again returns to gold (and honestly? Mood.) and they decide to go seek out Norse and Arthur to find out if they found the note and attached moolah that Pearce accidentally slid under their door. They find the couple lounging on their floor-- the whole floor that they have to themselves-- with cocktails in hand. Arthur immediately offers them a ‘Mardosta Mule’, which excites Kü. He turns to Pearce and exclaims that he’s had horses and donkeys, but never this ‘newfangled fusion’.

As they all get turnt, Norse admits she did find the letter and assures the group she did NOT tell Brienne about it, just in case. Relieved, Kess explains the mix-up, then asks what her elders DID tell the detective. Norse reports that they were relatively honest, up until the point where they were questioned about Xarus’ presence in the house. They covered well, however, telling the investigator that he came to work with one of Kess’ brothers. The investigation does not seem to be closed, but the parents think that they are in the clear for now. Kess asks about Vendreth’s reaction, and Norse isn’t as forthcoming. All she will say is that he was fine, just upset that he wasn’t told sooner. Placated, the adventurers start in on their Madosta experiences, which to be fair, are limited because of… you know… all the murder. In any case, it makes a perfect venue for distraction as Pearce and Kess allow the nine year old kobold to drink TWO mules-- which for his body weight HAS to be more like TWENTY-TWO mules-- so that they can possibly talk him into removing his helmet. His skull. His-- skull helmet. Skelmet.

Kü gets to the point where the alcohol is giving him the sads instead of a buzz (which, RELATABLE, amirite?) and he tells everyone he’s just trying to ‘not think about how I feel or feel about how I think’ and realizes the mule is donkey-kicking him right in his racehorse heart. I think I tried too hard on that last sentence but I’m leaving it. Fuck you. In an attempt to make Kü feel better, Kess brings out one of our favorite callback jokes-- the singing bass. She tosses it at the kobold and in his drunken haze he bites at the writhing meat, coming away with a mouthful of dead scales. Did you guys know that thing was an actual, enchanted fish? ANYWAY. With this being the nail in the coffin of the worst day of Kü’s life (which INCLUDES his mom dying), our little buddy nopes out to sleep off the alcohol, leaving Pearce and Kess to their own devices.

The Suicide Squad

Being wary of the dozing kobold, Pearce quietly tells Kess that if Brienne comes after Kü to incarcerate him; he would take the fall for him. Kess counters that they probably have ways to see if he’s telling the truth-- but then realizes that they could eliminate the problem altogether if they separated the being from Kü. The fishsticks from earlier betray our druid-- the combination of the grease and stress forcing them from her stomach and onto the nice guest room floor. She flings a sidelong look at Kü and decides that their ‘stealth speak’ may not be enough to escape Mother’s… uh. Not ears, but-- whatever an evil being uses to listen. I didn’t take Eldritch Anatomy. The pair take off toward the greenhouse, Kess instinctively leading to the place she feels most at home. Once inside, they rehash all that they know about Skugamor.

Pearce looks at the scene around him, soil spotted with Kess’ white flowers with the black iris, and he takes off the dried remains of the one he picked and places it with the others. He asks if Ashe is of a similar type as Mother, and Kess denies it. She says that she thinks her power isn’t tied to the being, but it does help him in some way. This inspires her to grow a flower to try and talk to Ashe to get help with their situation, but no answer comes. Pearce, irate, takes hold of it like a microphone and shouts into it, obscenely demanding attention. In a panic, Kess draws the rest of her strength and grows another flower-- and when it only waves in response, an insidious idea blooms. The changeling tells Pearce she saw Ashe when she was dead (unconscious), and without further explanation the gunslinger refuses to help one of his best friends die (get knocked tf out). He does, however, offer to take her to Rook’s room (you know, where the poison is— the poison to kill Kess. Kess’ poison. THAT poison) so that they have someone else to assist should the whole dying (slight coma) thing go wrong.

As they’re headed back into the house already, the duo go into the guest room to let Kü know their plans. Pearce wakes up the kobold and Kess breathlessly explains her brain blast, asking him if he wants to join them. The sleep immediately leaves Kü’s drooping eyes as rage fills its place. His voice booms with pain and accusation-- unbelieving that she could even think of killing herself (taking a quick nap with no breathing) because of him, especially after she told him she wouldn’t leave him the way that Jendee, Dorf, Augustus, and his mother had. He pointedly asks her ‘Do you know how I would feel if you died trying to fix me? Not that I NEED fixing” and as the anger gives way to sadness, he mutters that he was better off asleep. Effectively having talked Kess out of being near-suicidal, Kü takes this opportunity to relieve himself of his party’s company while he cools off. He storms out and starts to stalk the halls for his nightly watch.

Küdini

Now alone, Kü registers Mother attempting to speak with him. She extinguishes all the firelight around him, and the kobold lets loose a bloodcurdling scream for help. Kess and Pearce emerge from the guest room, the former running to all of her relative’s rooms to ensure their safety, and the latter posting up beside Kü. Everyone on their floor seems to be fine, but before they can let a sigh of relief loosen from their lungs, a scream rings out from downstairs. If you’re feeling deja vu, rest assured, it’s about to get REAL different. Pearce yells at Kü to go outside, but as he tries to comply, it’s soon clear that he and his party members are dashing toward the scream instead of going their separate ways. The lights continue to go out as they bolt through the halls-- stopping finally as the group comes to see two hired hands; one standing frozen in horror… and one being constricted by shadows.

Not knowing what to do, Kü tries to counterspell the tendrils of darkness. When nothing happens, he instead casts fly on himself and throws his tiny body at the Drow chef in front of him-- who is suspended in midair, choking from the pressure on his throat. He succeeds, but only inasmuch as he gets him on the ground. Kü watches as the light dies in the chef’s eyes-- not unlike the lantern fires that now flicker to life around them. Kess, acting quickly, brings out a diamond and uses Revivify to save the fallen housemate. The druid then heals him for good measure; giving him no time to recover from his experience before she and Pearce give him food and drink before asking him to recount the events of the night. He doesn’t remember much, and before the two can dig in deeper, Norse pulls Kess aside to ask what the actual fuck is going on.

Her daughter tells her about Mother, about Kü’s past, about their current predicament. She fears Kü is a warlock, and that the shadowy magic comes from his patron, who is wreaking havoc in their home. Mind clouded by fury, Norse reveals that she was plotting to kill Xarus already, and with this secret out-- a wave of calm washes over her-- and she marvels at Kess having enough magic within her to save a life. It’s then that Norse ushers the younger Shadowmore away to check on her friends. She sees Pearce, and they link up to head outside for Kü. However, once there, they see no trace of him. He’s vanished.

I’ll Fly Away

Unbeknownst to anyone, Kü used the remainder of his Fly spell to escape soundlessly from the Shadowmore manor. It carries him to the treeline of Mardosta, and once it fails, he falls into the snow, sobbing. His shaking arms reach up and lift the helmet from his head-- bringing it to face him. Nothing happens, and the kobold tries to form one word. His heavy heart crushes the ‘why’ rising from his gut, and he lays down on the unforgiving snow. Kü squeezes the skull to his chest and sleep claims him. The green and purple of the aurora above stick behind his eyelids as they close. They twist into a nightmare of screams, slaughter, and ash until everything goes still; melting into a small campfire. The warmth radiates from his mind to his body, and an excited voice calls out to him. Kü attempts to respond, but there is some sort of disconnect. The cry implores him to find them-- admitting they’ve been watching him for some time and are anxious to meet him.

Kü awakens, afraid and unsettled. He reaches out to Mother, who tells him that she’s tired and will talk to him in the morning. The kobold, however, has other plans. He refuses to wait, and Mother fumes at the fact that he thinks he is in any position to be demanding when he took away her kill, but she relents. She asks if Kü doesn’t want her to get stronger anymore, and he timidly replies that he does, but he needs to know who she really is. Her anger rises as she fires back the same question to him-- accusing him of not acting like himself, of being stupid. In recompense for his insolence, Mother tells him that now, HE needs to spill blood for her once a day. If he doesn’t, she will be forced to, and she won’t show any prejudice. Seeing no other way out, the kobold agrees, placing the skull back on his head and sits in silence. After a couple of hours watching the night sky, Kü grows hungry and he decides to try and make his way (SOMEHOW) back to the mansion.

While all this is happening, Kess and Pearce are panicking. Kess shapeshifts into a giant owl and persuades Pearce to hop on her back. In this higher vantage point, they find the missing kobold within twenty minutes, and Kess swoops down to intercept him. Kü assumes he is about to be eaten until he sees Pearce, and Kess drops her form before he can run away. Things escalate quickly from here, and I bet you can guess whose fault it is. Pearce whips out his gun and points it at Kü, assuring the kobold that he doesn’t want to hurt him, but he needs to remove the helmet. Kü relents, placing it on the ground. Kess and Pearce take in their friend’s visage for the first time. He sports small, nubby horns and a long, healed scar from the top of his head to his nose. The gunslinger asks for one reason not to shoot the skull, and Kü tells him he doesn’t think it would stop Mother. The two quickly realize, however, that Kü doesn’t need to be wearing the skull for his powers, which seems to soothe them somewhat.

Mommy Dearest

Because the hits to my heart never stop, Kü voices his decision to leave the group. He tells Kess and Pearce that he wants to go home to his cave, and they agree-- excited to go with him, thinking digging into his past may help. The kobold shakes his head and clarifies he wants to go alone; he is afraid their timers will go faster if they stay with him-- and that as long as he’s in Mardosta, people will continue to die. He realizes he can let go of his anger at Gus, who only left because he thought what he was doing was right. Pearce tells Kü he has effectively paused his timer; and he and Kess aren’t going anywhere. Kess says they can find a way to break it, but Kü dejectedly murmurs, “She’s the only one who won’t leave. I can’t let her leave; not again’. So-- they then discuss other options; Kü wonders if he can find a Scott-like douchebag (and Xarus, just saying) to take out every day to keep Mother away.

Kess brandishes the page she ripped from the library book and hands it to Kü. He sees the illustration of the struggling victim of the shadows but is unable to read the words; so he passes it off to Pearce to read for him. Afterward, Kess asks the kobold if he believes the entity in his mind to still be his mother. Kü launches into the story of what happened to his real mom in answer; saying that a giant spider had stalked him and that his mother gave up her life for his-- and months later he found her skull, picked clean from other scavengers. That’s when he heard her, telling him to pick up the skull and take her with him. Kess, unnerved by the story, switches back into her owl form and flies the trio to a cave she used to hide in-- covered in dusty furniture and knick knacks. They start a fire with the forgotten relics, and from the flames comes the voice that Kü heard in his dream. She introduces herself as Kertilios, encouraging Kü to call her Kerti. They are able to communicate this time, and Kü learns that she is the disowned daughter of Skugamor, the Goddess of Warmth, the Daughter of Firelight. She tells him they can get rid of Mother together, and he took an important first step by removing his helmet; they’ll need to destroy it.

Overwhelmed, Kü admits that his waking hours hadn’t been very good to him, and though the sleeping hours weren’t much better, he needed some time away from the hurt. The kobold hands off his helmet to Pearce and lies down by the fire. Pearce lets Kess sleep as well, watching the skull for an hour or two before the changeling rises from her sleep, unable to breathe. The gunslinger instinctively attempts to shoot the skull, throwing an apology to Kü as he does so. Kü, however, does not hear it-- his mind is an unending echo of questions. The Shadowmother heard Kü talking to Kerti, and she’s not happy. In terror, Kü makes an effort to banish Kess to another plane of existence long enough for her to be out of Mother’s grip, but it fails. Pearce continues attacking the resilient bone, and Kess shapeshifts to loosen the hold the shadows have on her. Out of magical options, Kü gives Mother a warning. He tells her, “Let go of my friend, you FUCKING BITCH”, and when she doesn’t, he pulls the last bead from his Necklace of Fireball and the helmet goes up in flames; Pearce narrowly missing secondhand damage. The shadows recede violently with a howl, and Kü drops to his knees, hearing a small “You’ve done it” from Kerti in his mind.

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TL;DR

I was not ready for Kü’s Molly Weasley moment, y’all.

I think this is an important time to mention that self-harm does not fix anything; even fantasy problems. *cough*Kess*cough*

Can we be done with the Sad now?? What do you mean we still have DADDY ISSUES to explore?!

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Hugs and Kesses my friends, and catch the next session over at twitch.tv/lochness on September 8th at 7:30CST/8:30EST! If you’d like to watch THIS episode, follow the link below:

Secret Adventure Society | Session 30: Fire and Bone

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churchyardgrim · 6 years

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hey! I finished a scene today!!!

the beginning is abrupt and contextless but shh it works I promise, there’s Academia Suffering and Sickeningly Adorable Domesticity and just! read it!!

“Heading home already?”

Harker turns, smiling tiredly at the speaker. “Yeah, it’ll take me half an hour to get my telescope back into alignment, and I want to be home before Erika crashes.”

The wolf takes everyone differently. Sometimes it’s the old seventh-son-of-a-seventh-son trick, coming on unexpected and mutinous. Sometimes it’s invited intentionally, through ritual or purposeful contamination. Sometimes it’s just passed on from parent to child, like blue eyes or ADHD.

In the case of Harris Cormey, it’s hereditary, and messy. Some wolves can change in an instant, all fluid magic and a flippant middle finger to the laws of mass conservation, but Harris’s family change slowly, over the course of the month. At full moon they’re long-limbed and hairy, and find speech very hard with how far out their faces stretch. At new moon they could almost pass for human. Right now, on the waxing space between crescent and quater, Harris’s ears prod out pointedly from under more hair than he feels is strictly necessary and his round face has the look of someone with braces, his lips pushed out around slowly growing fangs. It’s not so bad that he lisps yet, but his eyes are a deep golden brown, just a shade feral.

And right now, those eyes have the apologetic look of someone bearing bad news. “Might want to hurry then, Prof Reynolds wants to see you.”

Harker swears. “She’s still here? It’s after ten!”

Harris gives a sympathetic shrug. “She’s still here, you’re still here, we’re a nocturnal bunch Harks, you know that.”

“What does she even want this time, do you know?” Harker asks as she starts walking back up the hall, dragging Harris after her with the question. He bears it goodnaturedly, hands in his pockets.

“She didn’t say, but I can take a guess.”

“Urf, don’t, your guesses shame me.”

“What I guess—”

“Don’t.”

“—is that you’ve missed another assignment.”

“Augh!”

She wails, half-jokingly, but the exaggeration falls flat. Harris pats her shoulder consolingly. “There, there. It’s not your fault, if only they gave out a schedule of when they wanted those pesky things, life would be so much easier wouldn’t it?”

Harker grumbles, shoulders hunching defensively. “And fuck you too.”

She can’t stall any longer; they’d reached the offending door and Harris is cutting off her escape. She looks back at him imploringly, and is met with unforgiving blandness and a raised eyebrow. She huffs.

She knocks.

“Come in.”

Harris remains at her back, foiling her last-minute plan to bolt and pretend she was never here. She grimaces quickly, then schools her expression back into pleasant neutrality and stepped into Professor Reynolds’ office.

The room is fairly standard for the science department: square, glass on the outside wall, shelves set into the walls on either side, a desk dropped in the middle and a severe-looking woman behind that, her silver hair pulled into a bun that belies the lab coat she’s wearing. Like librarian meets chemist.

Reynolds nods. “Harker.”

Harker feigns innocent ignorance. “You wanted to see me, Professor?”

Reynolds spreads her hands on top of the desk. “You have an attendance problem, Harker.”

Harker suppresses a wince. “Ah, right, that.”

Reynolds barrels on. “You have missed two critical assignments so far. I have been lenient. I will continue to be lenient, but if you fail to complete the makeup assignments or miss any future due dates I will be forced to suspend you.”

“But that’s not—” fair, she was going to say, but swallowed it. Fairness isn’t relevant. What she says instead is, “Professor. I’ll admit I’ve been lax with the coursework, but my research has potential. There are flaws in our understanding of the metaphysical landscape outside of Earth’s atmosphere, if I could just—”

Reynolds interrupts her. “Your pet project does not supersede course requirements, Miss Blackwell.” Oof, last name. “If it’s something viable you can submit it for thesis evaluation, but until then I will need you to focus your efforts on the tasks at hand.” Her expression doesn’t soften an inch, but she exhales very slightly in something that could charitably be called a sigh. “I admire your enthusiasm, I really do. But you need to be putting it towards something more… plausible. Reliable. Not so…”

“Far-fetched,” Harker mutters, and Reynolds nods.

“Exactly. I’m glad you understand.”

Harker slinks from Reynolds’ office, saddled with a depressing folder of makeup assignments, her forced politeness sour in her mouth. She waits until she’s far enough away, across the narrow walkway bridge that spans the road passing between the two parts of the science building, then kicks a trashcan as hard as she can. The metallic crash and clatter echoes satisfyingly in the empty building and Harker snorts forcefully.

She hadn’t told Reynolds about the obscure papers she’d found supporting her theory — Remhi in 1993, and then Jeffords in 2008, both proposing theories too similar to Harker’s to ignore — and she certainly hadn’t told her about the dreams. The repeated sense of limitlessness, of far-reaching whiplashing lines of force, like a grid across the sky. That almost but not quite vanished upon waking.

Nope, Reynolds would have dropped any remaining patience like a stone if Harker’d told her that.

She’s just so sure! The certainty lives like a stone in her chest, solid and unmovable and directing her every action with its gravity.

The way their current understanding of what is commonly called “outer space” works is that magical influence ends where the Earth’s magnetic field does. The theory goes that magic is generated — or at least received — by the Earth itself, behaving in similar ways to the electromagnetic shell that most of the world is aware of. Magic just… stops working once you’re past the moon. If extraplanar bodies — stars, other planets, meteors — have their own magical fields, they’re not detectable from Earth.

But Harker — and Remhi and Jeffords — have reason to believe that’s not entirely true.

There is evidence, subjective and flimsy but evidence, that there is a functioning fabric of magic permeating the outer reaches, and that the only reason it has remained undetected for so long is because everyone else is just looking in the wrong way.

Problem is, she doesn’t know what the right way is yet. Some communities put great stock in dreams and gut feelings, but the Bridgeport University of Arts and Unseen Sciences isn’t one of them. Reynolds and the other department heads need more than hunches to authorize a grant, even a piddly little grad student sized one, and so far she hasn’t been able to deliver.

And now she has a nice shiny failure-shaped blade hanging over her head just waiting to come swinging down. Argh.

She kicks the toppled can a second time, for good measure.

Then she shoves her hands deep into her pockets, stalking for the stairs to the ground level. She just has to… get Erika to be her reminder, yeah. Erika doesn’t even go for groceries without scheduling it, if Harker can’t keep track of her assignments Erika sure can. Whether she can bully Harker into actually following through remains to be seen.

Harker kicks the pushbar on the door to the unforgiving outside, hunches her shoulders against the chill wind coming at her, and makes for the parking lot.

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The university is an old collection of buildings, first built in the early 1820s, half of them destroyed by fire and built again in the 1880s, and enduring an ongoing series of repairs and renovations ever since. Most recently a new science building had been added, for which the university’s researchers are forever grateful, including the observatory Harker’s spent the last five hours in.

It didn’t start out as a magical school — and indeed as recently as 2006 there managed to be a student who went through the entire undergraduate program oblivious to the nature of their education — but it became one not long after the Deanship was passed to a rather powerful witch, who desired a place to collect and disseminate his wealth of knowledge.

Now the student body is made up largely of magic users, with a smaller but still substantial population of nonhumans. Werewolves get free reign of the adjacent state park whenever they need it, and most metal fixtures and tools are aluminum or stainless steel instead of iron, in deference to the handful of fae students that come over from their Avalon. Other species are accommodated for on a case-by-case basis, and there are enough to keep the Internal Relations Office too busy to complain.

The campus as Harker leaves is glittering with strings of white lights strung between buildings and lampposts and around bare trees. It’s only November, but winter set in early, before the pumpkins left out on porches had even started to rot, and she guesses someone on the student council thought the place could use some extra brightness in amid the dark and cold. She can’t say she doesn’t appreciate it.

Streetlights shine sodium orange into her car as she passes under them. Resentfully, she’s scooched the driver’s seat up as far as it will go to reach the pedals comfortably, and her cropped short hair resists the weight of her sweater hood with stubborn stiff curls. The sides and back of her head are shaved nearly to the skin, making the fluff on top stand out pleasingly.

As she drives Harker works on her breathing, trying to bleed the tension out. Her hands work the steering wheel like she’s strangling a chicken, frustration stubborn. At a red light she sighs forcefully, pressing her skull back into the headrest. She doesn't want to be this pissed off right now, she wants to be able to relax with her partners when she gets home.

There’s something to be said for working evenings, there’s almost no traffic and she’s home within twenty minutes.

“My loves!” she calls, opening the apartment door to a blast of warm, fragrant air. Ifian looks up from her sewing rig, her dark hair done up in a messy bun. “Habibi! Erika’s in the shower, come, see what I’ve been working on.”

Ifian Jolaha is large, bright, beautiful as a sunset. She dresses in more colors than most people consider in their lifetimes, and enjoys the benefits of belonging to a tailoring family going back generations. As she’s fond of saying, she’s never bought off the rack in her life, which is fortunate given that mass clothing manufacturers still haven’t caught up to the concept that people over a size six are still capable of being fashionable as all hell.

Harker drops her bag on the couch on her way over and leans on Ifian’s broad shoulders to get a look. Ifian’s family is Iranian, and they specialize in traditional Muslim patterns and styles. The spread Ifian’s got out is a jewel blue jacket in a middle stage of construction, each piece embroidered with gold thread in precise, pleasingly geometric shapes.

Harker looks up at the sound of the hallway door opening, a cloud of steam preceding her other favorite person in the world out into the narrow hallway. Erika smiles widely, half the apartment’s ration of towels wrapped around her. “Let me put some pants on and I’ll be right out,” she calls, and disappears into her room.

Harker blows a kiss, suppressing a comment that she’d hardly mind if Erika stayed pants-less. Erika is pushing six feet, and favors three-inch heels; between her and Ifian, Harker looks positively undersized. Her hair is bleached a shining platinum, and it contrasts beautifully with her dark brown skin.

A minute later she returns wearing plaid pjs, smelling strongly of body wash, and pecks Harker on the cheek.

Harker grins and returns the gesture. “Save me any dinner?”

“Sweetie, we ate like three hours ago. It’s almost midnight.”

Harker stumbles dramatically, holding onto a chair for support. “I’m wounded!”

Ifian pats her face. “There’s more waffles in the freezer, you’ll be fine.”

Harker straightens up, all pleasant. “Oh, well, that’s alright then.”

She fetches, toasts, and drenches with syrup the terrible toaster waffles that are her go-to after work meal. Erika bustles alongside her in the kitchenette, fixing herself sleepytime tea and making Harker smile wearily. “Babe, I need a favor.”

Erika looks up from refilling the electric kettle. “Hm?”

Inhale. “Can you, maybe, put my phys lab assignments on your schedule and remind me when they’re due?”

Erika blinks her large tawny-brown eyes. “Sure, why… wait, isn’t phys lab the one you were having trouble with?”

Harker winces. “Not… trouble, okay. Just, the prof is an asshole and gets worked up over the smallest things! So I missed a couple assignments, big deal!”

There’s a sudden looming sensation and Ifian’s steady voice says from behind her, “You did what now.”

“Ahaaa great, dogpile time.” Inhale again, turn so her back’s against the counter and she can see both of them. “It’s not that bad, really! I just… need to cram in more work time so I can get done the makeup work she wants without losing too much time on my project. It’s cool! Manageable!”

Ifian fixes her with a gaze like iron. “Harker. Last month you were nearly hallucinating from sleep deprivation. We didn’t see you for three days.”

Another wince, guilty. “Still not completely sure that was the sleep deprivation… but okay fine I get your point, just. What else am I supposed to do?”

A heavy hand lands on her shoulder. “Same thing I’ve been telling you, cut back on the telescope time. Not all the way!” she forestalls, seeing Harker’s hackles rise, “Just enough that it’s not killing you, alright?” Her gaze softens, going warm and tender enough to make Harker squirm in a not-entirely-unpleasant way. “I don’t like seeing you so worn down, neither of us do.”

Oof. Not fair, going for the gut like that. Harker groans and leans forward, resting against Ifian’s soft bulk. Her girlfriend wraps her up in a warm hug, her other girlfriend smiling as she finishes constructing her tea. Erika leans to peck Harker on the top of her head. “Yes, I will remind you of your academic obligations, and yes, seconded, stop being destructive.” Then she kisses Ifian as well and sits down at their rickety table to sip her tea.

Ifian finally lets Harker go, rubbing between her shoulderblades in the way that hits the knot that always forms there. “Come on habibi, sleep soon.”

Sleep means food, which Harker inhales, and Ifian prescribes her warm milk which is horribly cliche but also works like a dream. Harker muses out loud what parts of her project she can prioritize to make room for the makeup assignments, not even pausing when Ifian puts the warm mug in her hands.

“The orbital monitoring I can probably hold off on for now,” she rambles as she finally stands up to start heading to bed, mug still half full, “there’s some interesting data coming through but I don’t have a means to interpret any of it, it’s just nonsense, so that’s a few hours at lea—”

She stops, abruptly, her mug falling from her fingers to crack in two on the floor, honeyed milk soaking into the rug. Neither Ifian or Erika have time to react, though, because the shattered halves of the mug hover up, over the sodden carpet, and ascend to eye level.

“No,” Ifian starts to say, but the ceramic halves crack again, crunching into shards, then fragments, then pieces no bigger than a thumbnail that orbit purposefully around a centerpoint.

A centerpoint that appears to be behind Harker’s collarbone.

Harker sucks in a breath as the fluorescent lights set into the ceiling hum louder, glow brighter, and the air is filled with the sound of breaking pottery; the entire drying rack of dishes shatters at once, the shards joining the remains of the mug in their circling of her. She wants to swat at the satellites hemming her in but she can’t move, she can only tremble as dread paralyzes her—

The corners of her vision flicker with black, indistinct shapes, and as her feet leave the floor it occurs to her that it might not be dread doing the paralyzing.

#my writing #pls dear god read it my crops are dying

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