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Birdie Shoppe || pjm (IV)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader Other tags: Werewolf!Jimin, Witch!Reader, Shifter!Reader, Shifter!Jimin, A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha!Jimin Genre: Supernatural!AU, Werewolf!AU, Angst, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Smut, Word Count: 4.4k Chapter Summary:  Within the four realms of Lustra lay the Bangtan forest home to the Foxglove pack of the north and known as the “land of magic.” It is also home to the Birdie, a powerful witch from a cursed bloodline who is one of the sacred guardians of the forest. Y/N is the 123rd Birdie, a young girl who was given her position too early and asked by the goddess herself to fulfil a task none had ever done before- become the Grand Witch of the Foxglove pack. Now a woman, Y/N is revered as the most loved and powerful Birdie of all time, but hiding under the surface is a woman who has to battle between her duty and her heart. Chapter Warnings: Long-hair Jimin (yes, this is a warning), Mating Ritual, Chief Ahn is a tiny bit rude (but still chill), a lot of anxiety, General angsty heartbreak stuff, Y/N is not happy at all, but she’s trying to be, everyone is feeling it tbh, blood, graphic injury (?), magic, Sol is naked but nothing graphic, the spirits are back, Jimin is a cinnamon roll, did I say long-hair Jimin? (think The Witcher), very tame A/N: Part 4 has arrived! It’s a bit shorter than normal but the next one should be a bit on the longer side. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy it! prev. | masterlist | next

Sitting at my alter, I breathed evenly with my eyes closed. I had spent the better part of the afternoon praying and meditating. I would need energy tonight, as I had with every previous trip to Bangtan, but moral support from the Gods would be necessary for a successful mating ritual. Opening my eyes, I looked at the grimoire in my lap and sighed. Sol would be presenting tonight, and the pack would know who their head alpha will be. I felt my heart clench but fought through the discomfort to read.

I had been lucky enough to receive the Grand Witch’s grimoires after he passed on. They had proven most helpful. I soaked in the words he wrote, the step-by-step instructions for each part of the ritual, and most importantly- the parts where I was to leave the circle as quickly as possible. Having never aided a Luna through her mating ritual before, I was appreciative of the guidance and wisdom his books taught me.

My cottage was silent. Shiloh was sleeping in her bed and none of my friends had come by. Everyone was making themselves scarce. While I appreciated the sentiment, and it was helping me to stay focused, I was not enjoying the emptiness. My mind wandered too often, and it was becoming increasingly more distracting.

I had stopped pretending my feelings were not hurt a few days ago. I was mourning Jimin before anything was decided, my adoration and love making it physically impossible to be happy for him or anybody else. Now with only a few hours left, I was growing sick with worry and selfishly hoped Namjoon would be picked instead. Even if I would never have Jimin I did not want him with anyone else. Feeling a new set of tears filling my eyes, I roughly wiped them away before closing the grimoire.

Standing, I looked around my home desperately. I did not want to sew anymore, I had done it all week, and had grown bored of it. Wood carving would be fun but tiring. The same could be said for blacksmithing a blade. I would also wake Shiloh and I knew she needed her rest. Then my eyes landed on the large, red carpet in the living room.

Slowly, I lowered onto my hands and knees before lifting the only corner not obstructed by furniture. The large black, cast-iron handle stared back at me as did the bear carvings I had dug into the door’s wood many years ago. I ran my finger along the fading lines and sighed. I had done something similar before the fire. Aldara was furious with me, and yet it had taken her mere minutes to join me. I thought about the missing animals for months after she was gone, staring at the empty floor only solidifying my loneliness, and in a desperate attempt for relief I had started carving bears again. I only got three done before I broke down into tears. I had never tried it again.

Feeling inspired, I pulled a knife from my belt and began carving. My hands moved easily now, none of my lines crooked or hesitant. Unlike my old drawings, these would never fade. Before I had even realized it, I had carved a wolf’s head and groaned. This was not working.

I slid my little knife back into its holder and lifted the little basement door. My furniture shuffled and dragged but with a flick of my hand everything was back in its proper place. Looking back at the door, my heart broke when I saw the violent stabs in the wood. It was days after the fire, and I had locked myself in the basement. It was the only place left to sleep. Yoongi, Seokjin, and Wendy had come to help fix things along with their parents. After treating all of them horribly, I locked myself away and destroyed many things. The door was almost another casualty.

“Ignis,” I called out and a flame sprouted from my index finger.

Using the small ladder attached to the floor, I lowered myself into the dark room. The flame floated around aimlessly with little energy in its movements. I remembered a time when my magic danced and sang brightly and was saddened. Once I reached the bottom of the steps, I reached out and stroked the flame. It shied away from me before growing larger. Sighing, I squared my shoulders and focused.

“Lampas.”

The flame shot out, its body exploding in multiple different directions. On the walls were candle holders and they all lit up brilliantly. The flames flickered and danced normally. A memory from Yule years ago came to mind and I felt sad again. Back then, my flames did backflips and gymnastics vying for my attention. Now they were just as plain and boring as Aldara’s had been. She was right in the end. I did learn that magic was more serious than fun.

Down here is where all of the grimoires and books of Birdie's past were stored. It was the reason the room had been spared in the fire. Sixty years ago, Birdie North had placed a powerful protection spell on the room. None of the other Birdies were ever able to figure out how she did it or the way to reverse it. I had tried my hand at figuring it out when I was ten but gave up rather quickly. If Malorna, the 109th Birdie, and someone blessed with absolute intelligence, could not decipher how it happened then I was positive no one ever would.

Walking over to the large bookshelves across the small room, I ran my fingers along the spines and sighed. Even with all of the knowledge in the world at my fingertips I was clueless. What do you do when what you want is unattainable? Uselessly pine or pretend like you’re over it?

Aldara would say to find a middle ground and go from there. But what middle ground do you find in this situation? Especially since I know Jimin does not want to be Sol’s mate. That thought alone sent a thrill through my body. I felt embarrassed and ashamed of myself for it.

“Be patient,” A voice whispered into the quiet room.

I smiled sadly. The spirit gently caressed my body and held me close. I had grown used to their presence by now and tried to see if I could figure out who was visiting me today. It was much easier to do if I let them in but I was not in the space to allow that to happen. I had somewhere to be in a few hours and I could not miss it. The spirit ran her fingers through my hair.

“All will reveal itself in time.”

I swallowed thickly, “And if it is what I think it is?”

“You will survive it, little one,” The spirit replied warmly. It had to be Heidi and the thought made my tears well. While I appreciated her reassurance I wanted my auntie here instead. Aldara always knew exactly what to say. A choked sob slipped past my lips. “You are brave and strong. You have nothing to fear.”

But I had everything to fear. Watching Sol walk up to Jimin, her blindfold on tightly, and falling to her knees whimpering while he held her protectively. Well, that would be too much to bear. To see the man I love so desperately, irrevocably in love with someone else would surely be impossible to return from. I felt the gentle brushing of fingers on the back of my neck.

“I’m afraid,” I whispered.

“That’s what makes you brave,” They replied.

Drawing a breath, I nodded. Aldara always said that. It was more comforting if I thought about it like that. Still, I felt uneasy. Still, I knew I needed to study more. So, I sat on the floor and tried to clear my mind.

“Fluito,” I commanded, and a book went straight into the palm of my outstretched hand.

I had decided to walk to the village today. The memory of the first time I saw Jimin had plagued me on my way out and I wanted to retrace our steps. We were both young, I was no more than 13, and had gotten lost during Yule. He had walked me back home. I wonder if he remembered it as vividly as I did, or did he put it in the back of his mind save for a rainy day? It was hard to say for sure. I smiled sadly when I spotted a rogue fairy circle. Gosh, I had been so afraid of the fae back then.

It was quiet tonight. Shiloh had gone off with Patto when I left. They wanted good seats for the ceremony. Morla was already there, I was sure of it, and the rest of the gossipers were more than likely chatting away. Seokjin was most likely sleeping already and Yoongi never cared about the pack’s affairs. I stuffed my hand into my cloak pocket and felt around until I felt the letter.

Wendy had written to me just before I had gone off and I did not have the chance to read it. It had been far too long since I had seen my friend. We wrote often, not as often as I would have liked but she was a busy witch, and stayed up to date on one another. In her last letter, she had said she was traveling to Northorn with her younger sister. Joy was meeting with a possible suitor and asked for her to join.

She had stopped visiting after a particularly bad argument with Jin. I did not know what it was about, or what had happened prior, but according to Patto it had been pretty nasty. When Shiloh gave me the gossip mill’s version of events, I took it with a grain of salt. However, the two parts that did make sense to me were jealousy and Yoongi. Jin was helplessly in love with Wendy, who I knew had similar feelings for him, but the kitchen witch was a roadblock. Wendy had a fascination with the man and Jin could never really get over it. They had not spoken since.

I heard rustling in nearby bushes and paused. Looking around my feet, I was sure I was paying attention to every detail around me. Readying myself for a fight, I began walking again. Slower this time. However, nothing came of it. After five minutes of waiting for whatever had moved to make an appearance, I grew bored and walked at my normal pace. The bushes never rustled again.

The walls of Bangtan were formidable. Tall and built with stone, it looked impenetrable. Just outside the walls of the city lay a small farm. I knew a human family lived there and worked those fields. While I never knew their names, I had heard they were friendly and gave travelers lodging in their spare house. Most humans were wary of wolves- especially anyone from the north.

On the other end of the wall was a small stream that led back into the ocean. Connected only by a bridge, the ceremonial cave sat. The town itself was quaint and beautiful. On the back, left end was the church that sat up on the hillside surrounded by trees and foliage. In the center of town was the market with homes and businesses lining the rest of the streets. The copiae stayed on the other end of the wall beside the stream. Foxglove was small but mighty and I adored it.

The streets were empty tonight. Everyone was either at the cave or locked away in their homes. The energy of the moon charged me and I knew I was about to have a hard road ahead of me. Even if Sol did not pick Jimin I would still be torn to pieces after putting my body through this. I wished toLilith, hoping for a healthy recovery and made my way to the cave.

The cave was silent despite the rows of people inside. The unmated wolves were already lined up and waiting for things to begin. The moon was still too low to bring the luna inside. I walked forward and began preparing myself for the ceremony.

Just as I had with every other ceremony, I cut my hair and changed my clothes. Today, the body paint would be done differently. After reading through the Grand Witch’s grimoire, I knew I had to show respect differently tonight. Getting in touch with my feminine side was crucial, and that involved white and soft lines.

I started with drawing two large circles around my eyes. Using a puddle of water in the cave to see my reflection, I then began to bring the outer edges down. The shape made my eyes look sad. I cut off the line at my jawline before fixing the top shape. I used my sockets for reference and began to fill in the area that connected my eye to my nose bridge. Afterwards, I made slightly curved lines that went up. They looked like moth wings and I felt happy. It was very similar to the pictures the Grand Witch had.

After drawing two little lines on my bottom lip and then a large one down my chin, I was satisfied. I looked gentler today than most. I then reached into my bag and took out crushed pearls and tapped it onto the high points of my face. In the grimoire it was an optional step but one that was looked upon favorably. Apparently, it made the pain lessen though not by much. I was happy I had some in the cupboards regardless.

I then began setting up my altar and made sure to keep my eyes on the moon. It was nearly time when I was finished. I did a quick cleansing spell to ward off any bad luck before announcing it was time. Everyone waited with baited breath.

I ran around the alphas to make a quick circle around them for when everything started. It would be impossible to do after. Sol was being escorted inside the moment I was back to my original place.

She was naked and blindfolded. Her dark, golden skin was covered in dark chocolate freckles. Even though I knew it was futile, I tried to give her some privacy by not letting my eyes wander too much. She was trembling and looked uneasy. I could only imagine the fear going through her right now. I did not let my eyes wander to the men standing before me. I could not become distracted.

Chief Ahn held Sol with tenderness. He had raised her once it was found that she was the Luna. No one was allowed to claim her as their child. After getting her to the center of the circle, he quickly made his way down. I looked up at the moon through a hole in the cave.

It was time.

I stepped away from the circle quickly. No one was to be too close. It could confuse Sol or send her into a frenzy. She, or her mate for that matter, very well could kill anyone who they saw as a threat. I did not want to take a chance.

Now away from the ceremony and watching on like everyone else, I let my eyes wander to the man I had been thinking about for weeks. Jimin looked stoic and resigned. I could imagine he was feeling nervous. He looked straight ahead and did not waver. I felt myself tearing up. No, I scolded. You cannot do this here.

Taking a deep breath, I calmed myself down enough to dismiss my tears. I could cry later. Right now, I would look at him as if he were mine until he was not. Until the air shifted and his eyes softened for the omega at his feet, I would watch him.

Sol suddenly lifted her face into the air and her trembling had become full on shaking. Her body fell to the floor as she cried out in pain. I watched with bated breath. It was happening. Taking a deep breath, I watched as she began to crawl.

My eyes went back to the alpha across the room. His hair glistened in the moonlight while his face was hidden in the shadows. A small breeze made his hair twirl. I heard Sol cry out and looked back at her.

She was in agony. I could see it all over her face. From my reading, I knew this was a hard moment for Sol. Her mate was right there and yet she had to seek him out with her senses alone. In a room filled with other alphas no less. Her small body continued to crawl towards her mate. My eyes went back to Jimin.

I was surprised when our eyes locked. The world around me stood still for a moment and I sucked in a deep breath. He looked so… frightened. Of what, I did not know, but he trusted me enough to show me that. I remembered our last conversation and felt my heart break in half. Jimin does not want this.

Then, I heard a loud scream. Snapping back to reality, I looked at Sol. There she was whining and rubbing her face against her alpha’s leg. My shock and joy about it being someone else almost made me forget to check who it was. Quickly saying the binding spell, the other alphas moved away and trapped the newly mated pair in the circle.

“It can’t be!” I heard someone behind me.

“There must be a mistake,” Said another.

There in the middle of the circle lay Sol, her body practically wrapped around Kim Taehyung’s legs. Almost in shock, the man ran his fingers through her hair. This was the first time any man had seen it. I cleared my throat and began to sing.

The pairing spell was not really a spell at all. Only a charm for good luck and hope for many children. It was said to have produced strong heirs in the past so it was tradition. It had taken me many moons to change it to a spell song. Taehyung had helped the Luna stand and held her closely. She shook and held onto him with all her might. I let my eyes wander after the song to where Jimin was. He looked pleased.

Miles had been right, I thought.

I could hear whispers and cries of contempt around the room. No one was happy about this save for Taehyung's family. I could hear his siblings cheering with their mother. I glanced at Chief Ahn. While he did not looked particularly happy, he did not seem too upset either. He knew that the goddess had made her choice. I smiled from ear-to-ear.

“Luna Sol,” I said. “The goddess had chosen your other half. Kim Taehung, you are now the rightful alpha of Bangtan Forest.”

Taehyung smiled at me happily. Sol was in heaven breathing in her alpha’s scent. Kneeling at my altar, I placed my hands on the robe I had prepared before. After singing a quick protection spell, I placed it into my hands before lifting it.

“Come,” I said.

Taehyung sat before me bringing Sol with him. She sat in his lap with her face buried in his neck.

“Your robes, Luna,” I said gently, hoping my voice would not reach the ears of others.

She quickly untangled herself, snatching the garment from my hands only to go back to Taehyung without putting them on. The alpha took them from her and placed them around her shoulders. The alphas had their robes on already.

“It is time for me to give you a gift,” I said kindly, already beginning to feel the burn in my back.

I had researched ways to make my wings sprout out without needing the sunlight. Making a sacrifice to Lilith was one way, but I was not using blood for this. However, another way was to gift my feathers during a ceremony. A Bridie from long ago called Reina had talked about it in her spellbook. I tried it myself a few days ago and it worked. It was, however, the most painful experience I had ever gone through.

Putting my faith into the pearl on my face, I began to sing. My back felt like I was being stabbed with a hot branding iron. Sweat pooled down my neck and I screamed out the last part of the spell in agony. I could feel my blood dripping down my body and pooled around me. Feathers fell into the sticky puddle.

Taking two from my wings, I placed them at my altar with shaking hands. I braced myself against the wood and bit my lip as they went back in. I could taste iron and salt. Crying, I put my hands over the feathers and began to sing once more. Shaky and out of breath, the spell made the feathers lift and spin. As I composed myself, the feathers began to change colors and two pristine, white feathers landed gently on my altar. Looking at the couple, Taehyung looked ill while Sol was still at his neck without a care in the world.

“For your new beginnings,” I choked out, using magic to hand over the feathers. My hands were still covered in blood and would stain them. Taehyung took them in awe. I blew and used my magic to make the salt circle disappear. “May they bring you peace and hope.”

With the ceremony over, the people were loud and vocalizing their woes. No one had expected Taehyung to be the alpha except Miles, it seemed. Tired and worn, I allowed myself the chance to lay on the ground to catch my breath. Taehyung called out to me, but Chief Ahn was on him before he could do anything to help me.

“We must speak, alpha,” Chief Ahn said and then looked at me. “Alpha Park! Take care of this.”

“Yes, chief.”

Eye heavy, I lifted myself up and waved my hands. Taehyung told me to rest but I ignored him. I needed to pick up my things.

“Birdie,” Taehyung said. “You don’t look well.”

“I can do this,” I huffed, forcing my body to move.

Strong hands covered mine. Jimin looked upset and I froze. What had happened?

“I will do this,” He said, voice hard. “Lay down.”

“But-” I protested.

“Lay.”

I did as I was told this time. Truth is, I was exhausted but I was more afraid of what I could do with Jimin now that he was free of his title. I smiled at that. He was still able to be mine, at least in my mind, now. Jimin placed my things into my bag with great care while the rest of the townsfolk left. Many of them were angry.

“Do you need help?” I heard Namjoon ask.

“No,” Jimin replied.

The alpha left without another word.

Jimin was swift picking up my things before lifting me into his arms. I knew I weighed nothing to him but I worried about the blood staining his robes. They were expensive and hard to get made. He did not seem to care about this and held me tightly against his chest.

“You can’t do that again,” He scolded once we were outside of the village.

“Do what?” I mumbled.

“That feather trick. You look like death.”

I hummed, “I’m sorry if I scared you.”

Jimin sighed, “I forgive you.”

The walk felt shorter now. Jimin, too, seemed to like taking the same path from all those years ago. This made me chuckle. Jimin grinned.

“Care to tell me what’s so funny?”

I giggled, “Do you remember the Yule we met?”

Jimin smiled fully this time. I forced my eyes to stay open to watch it. His eyes crinkled into crescents and his front tooth was slightly crooked. It was contagious.

“Of course,” He reassured me. “I still use your path often. I have to admit, it’s the best one yet.”

I sighed happily, “Except for the thorns but it looks like someone took care of those.”

Before, the trail had massive thickets that cut, poked, and sliced every inch of your skin if you were not careful. However, my walkthrough tonight showed no signs of them anywhere. Looking at Jimin, he seemed shy.

“I did once I began doing my rounds. Trying to doge mushroom circles is difficult when you’re that big.”

I snickered. “I could imagine.”

I was elated. While it was a shock to me that Taehyung was the new alpha, the fact that Jimin was not made it less burdensome. In fact, I was so happy to see Sol on Taehyung, I had forgotten to be surprised at all. Now, I am too tired. Maybe in the morning it would settle in.

“I’m glad,” I found myself saying. “That you got what you wanted.”

Jimin nodded but kept his eyes on the path.

“So am I.”

Shiloh was waiting for me when I got back and fussed over me entirely too much. Jimin had reassured her that I was alright, just as I had, but the owl refused to stop pestering me. The alpha took it in stride and asked for a pen and paper to write to one of my friends.

Shiloh took care of that while I was in bed. I was touched that he went out of his way to do that for me. I heard the owl fly off a few moments later. From the window she used, I assumed she was headed to Yoongi’s house.

“Thank you,” I called out, already slipping into sleep.

Jimin stood in my doorway and smiled softly at me. Walking over, he sat on the edge of my bed and looked at me. I struggled to stay awake.

“Let's get you cleaned up,” He said.

“Don’t worry,” I replied with a yawn. “Yoongi will help me.”

He hummed his reply. I felt my eyes slip shut and quickly popped them open. Jimin chuckled fondly.

“Get some rest, your friend will be here soon.”

I smiled and closed my eyes.

“I’ll stay with you until then.”

I nodded in response. Moving my hands, I remembered Wendy’s note and sighed. It would have to wait for the morning. And I drifted off soon after that.

Taglist: @greezenini @adventures-in-bookland @kthstrawberryshortcake-main @zae007live @jimin-neverout

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woltourney · 1 year

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ROUND 1 / SIDE B / POLL 10

Valentin Charledore (@cadrenebula) v. Thorne Bitterclove (@thornethelegend)

Valentin Charledore:

q. What is your WoL name and pronouns? a. Valentin Charledore - He/Him

q. What is your WoL's species? a. Duskwight Elezen

q. What is your WoL's class? Or classes? a. Bard and Dancer

q. What data centre/server are you on, if you want people to find you? a. Crystal/Balmung

q. Tell us a bit about your WoL! a. Valen is the son of a once popular bard named Leonceault. He's charming and flirty and known for dancing while playing music. He has a traveling companion named Lily, who is a doman magpie. He's also known to work as a bounty hunter to earn coin when singing for his supper just isn't enough. Valen just likes helping other people. He wasn't attempting to be any sort of hero but his mother raised him to help those in need. In his free time he teaches music classes at his Aunt's free company in the Goblet.

q. Why should YOU win? (Answer IC!) a. "While winning would be nice, I think it's more fun to just see how far this journey takes me. Plus more winning means more funny puns I can make at my opponents. I do love having quite the sharp wit and way with words. Oh and more flirting to get them flustered of course. I just want to have fun with this. Let's make this quite the show! Raise the curtain and let's begin!"

Thorne Bitterclove:

q. What is your WoL name and pronouns? a. Thorne Bitterclove He/Him

q. What is your WoL's species? a. Dunesfolk Lalafell

q. What is your WoL's class? Or classes? a. Monk

q. What data centre/server are you on, if you want people to find you? a. N/A

q. Tell us a bit about your WoL! a. Thorne woke up with amnesia one day outside of Ul'dah. After saving a local black mage from herd of flaming phurbles he decided to become an adventurer and bodyguard extraordinaire! He's travelled a lot of Eorzea and made friends with many! He's known for fearlessly running up and punching things to solve problems, no matter how big the problem is. But he'll give you a hug too if that'd work instead! He's mostly retired these days and spends most of his time protecting the tourists of Costa del Sol from terrifying threats like Snippers!

q. Why should YOU win? (Answer IC!) A. I should win because…I punch things really hard! And I'll give everyone fresh cookies if I win!

#💎 shout #💎 round one

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junjiie · 8 months

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ok dropping some more songs real quick

mary by the happy fits. i love the mixture of sounds and the range of the vocals

SUPERMODEL by måneskin! bc it seems that you enjoy most of the songs of theirs that i have recommended before. READ YOUR DIARY is also really good!! more on the nsfw side in terms of the lyrics but then again all of the band’s songs are sort of nsfw LMAOO

rebel yell by billy idol bc it’s a classic

sunlight and work song by hozier but work song is the one i want to highlight bc “when my time comes around // lay me gently in the cold dark earth // no grave can hold my body down // i’ll crawl back to her” makes me a s c e n d

seOul drift by onlyoneof bc gay men make me so 😭😪😓😭😪⁉️💥🙀😽😼 in the best way

knee socks by the arctic monkeys bc it’s so silly but also slaps at the same time

midnight drivin’ by crimson crat clan is a feel good walking along to song!!

fan behaviour by isaac dunbar is one of those songs that make you feel “omg i’m so hot and power 💥💥” LMAOO idk i think it’s catchy but the lyrics are very repetitive. only really like it bc it’s a confidence booster ngl

last one that i’m leaving you with is i fade away by tulips ballad, m.e, and cat dad 😼😼

SOL BSF HEII!!!! omgomg excited >_^ ive alr listened to a couple of these actually!!! can i send u some more too :o

mary - its like 1am rn and i only j put my headphones in so it lowk scared the shit out of me LMAOO 😭 its kind of cool though!!!

supermodel - V FUNKY I LIKE IT!! the onlyfans mention threw me off for a sec LOL but its good!!

read your diary - OOH I THINK I LIKE THIS ONE MORE :o crazy insane evil funky cool……

rebel yell - WAIT OKAYYYYY WE R KINDA MOVING OMG ? fuck it up billy 🙏🙏

sunlight - fave bit def the part where he said sunlight.. HRLPP no but fr this is good omg

work song - not a fave but i do like it ^_^ mayb i broke the immersive experience by accidentally playing a dean song right in the middle and having to start over 😭 LMAO

midnight drivin’ - THIS IS SO FUN AND FUNKY!!2!/ was moving a little bit icl!!!! as much as i can move in bed LOL 👍

fan behavior - WAITT i used to love isaac dunbar (onion boy hit lets get real rn) I LIKE THISSSS HES SO CRAZY AND COOL!!!?

fade away - !!!! idk how many times i can say cool 😭 BUT THIS IS GOOD I ENJOYED IT its catchy i think

OK DONE!!!! 👍👍 thanku for these again bsf omg….. gold stars for u ⭐️⭐️⭐️

#SOL RECS EVERYONE CHEERED

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limey-self-inserts · 2 years

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Harvest Dance

Word Count: 3k+ Warnings: N/A F/Os: Aniketos (romantic) Summary: With the Harvest Dance coming around, Avon and Aniketos take a few steps forward together, with Soldagand and Carly’s encouragement.

This ficlet features my good friend @carbo-ships self-insert!

tag list: @call--me--home, @morilock, @captainscyarika

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Amber leaves danced on the river surface, gently mulling along in the general direction of the water’s flow but not entirely committed just yet. Most leaves in the trees by now had descended into their autumnal display of brown, orange, red and gold, although they seemed reluctant to start letting these leaves go immediately. The forest wasn’t yet carpeted, only scattered absentmindedly. Not yet enough to crunch pleasantly underfoot as Aniketos and Avon walked alongside the river.

“Y’know, I didn’t think dryads were that sociable with mortals,” Avon commented.

“Normally we’re not,” Aniketos agreed. “Like most other fae, dryads have a preference of keeping ourselves to our own. The most one might interact with mortals would be to protect their tree or grove, or maybe to assist if their heart took to it. However Soldagand has an ample friendship with the town he lives outside of, and they haven’t been ones to decline a visit from him or myself. Alora...well, she’d rather not and that’s entirely reasonable for her to maintain her boundaries.”

“And you?” Avon’s head tilted to the side as they looked Aniketos over.

“I like to dance,” Ani replied. “I don’t have much opportunity to dance. Either it is just myself, Sol, Carly and Alora, or it is during the Court’s various masquerades. Don’t get me wrong, I do thoroughly enjoy the Court’s dances, but mortals keep coming up with new ones so quickly, and it is quite fun to watch them try when inebriated. Or when I myself am inebriated.”

“Huh, didn’t catch you for the type to have fun while drunk,” Avon said with a small huff but a smile nonetheless. There was no judgement on their face, and none they carried. They wouldn’t judge anyone for finding more fun with their drink, despite their preferred avoidance.

“It takes a fair amount to get me drunk, at most I may become tipsy from a tavern’s fare. Court wine and Soldagand’s mead are so far the only fare I’ve had that can lead to drunkenness. It’s....more fun watching others in that situation.” A small smile appeared on Ani’s face as he thought about the times he’d been at taverns or parties or balls, watching the other patrons and guests get more and more rowdy or loose with their tongues. Thinking of the times when he’d helped people sober up or accompanied them to their homes, or sat with them for the work of the Queen. Necessary work, if inelegant, and frankly tugging information from a drunken noble felt like a shortcut or method of cheating.

Again Avon’s head tilted, once again looking Aniketos over. It was always a habit of their’s - people watching. Idly they wondered what was going through Ani’s head, before reaching out to steer the conversation and clamber over a fallen tree trunk.

“Did Sol invite you to this festival then?” they asked.

“Yes and no. I have received invitations both from him and from the townspeople,” Aniketos explained with a small wave of the hand. “And in turn, well...I wanted to extend that invitation to you also.”

It had been Aniketos’ idea. Soldagand had poked the idea further in favour, although his pointing out Sol and Carly’s first dance together did push Aniketos into a flustered splutter. But it made good sense to offer an invitation to a good night that, hopefully, both would enjoy. As such Avon’s laughter was surprising, and even though the sound was merry Ani wondered if he’d made a mistake, especially since they shook their head for a moment.

“I actually already got an invitation. When I was coming back to your tree last week, I passed through a certain small town and the tavern-keeper brought it up, said I should join in,” Avon said with a soft chuckle. “I wasn’t so sure, but it looks like the world is pretty keen for me to attend. And I’d like to, with you.”

No-one needed to know that Avon had been building themself up to ask Aniketos to join them to this festival dance. No-one needed to know they’d been practising their phrasing all the way through the forest. It was fine - Aniketos had already been invited and had considered Avon in the same way as they had considered him. If anything, it was warming, and a brief excited flutter rose up in Avon’s chest. The thought of music, laughter, dancing, and with Aniketos there too, here now with a happy pondering look, Avon’s chest flutter grew more and more intense. Surely there wasn’t too much to be nervous of though, right?

---

“Is this too much? This feels like too much. I’m not sure, is this fine?”

“You’re doing fine.” The smile on Carly’s face remained bright and comfortable as the pair approached the tavern together. It was reassuring, and spread easily to Avon, lighting up their cheeks.

“Thank you, again. Ani told me you were really good with...y’know.”

“Dresses?”

“Yeah, I mean, no, there was more, a lot more! I just...I don’t have many human friends around here, and I didn’t want to turn up in...the usual stuff,” Avon rambled out in broken chunks. Carly looped an arm in Avon’s, giving their hand a gentle pat. The pair had only known each other for a month at most, but with Aniketos’ introduction Avon had found themself warmly welcomed by his friends. Carly had certainly been very excited to hear that Ani and Avon had been hanging out together, and Avon had been able to chat with the mage a few times before suddenly swinging by her wizard’s castle to beg her assistance.

“Honestly, I think your usual outfit would have been fine. But I can understand wanting to dress up for going out, especially when you got invited by a certain someone,” Carly commented.

“Th-That has nothing to do with this,” Avon flustered.

“Being invited out to a festival dance by a good friend?”

Oh. Avon rubbed a hand across their face. They were being so stupid about all of this.

“Good point. Yes, I wanted to look better for going to a fancy event with friends, that’s true,” they agreed. Carly gave their arm a gentle squeeze, and Avon returned the gesture with an additional bonk of their forehead against her’s.

“Ani’s going to be awestruck,” she said softly.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

Pushing open the tavern door, both were hit with a comforting wall of noise and heat of many people piled into one massive room. The tavern hall itself had somehow managed to extend itself to fit a majority of the townspeople around every table or already enjoying a little early dancing to a band in the later stages of warming up. Candles ensconced in lanterns made of orange glass had been carefully tucked into corners of the rafters, and garlands of dried wildflowers crossed along the walls and overhead, providing a gentle autumnal ambience and a distant smell of old summer evenings. A few of the other patrons gave them an appreciative look as they walked by, but not everyone else seemed inclined to pay attention. It was hard enough to make out even one person standing in front of you, let alone dozens all crammed together like sardines.

“Do you see Soldagand?" Avon asked. He was usually the easiest to spot out of the four friends, the dryad managing to reach seven feet tall when standing to his full height.

“He should be here," Carly said with more confidence than she felt. She had never liked big crowds; she preferred the quiet intimacy that could easily occur after a meal and drink on a small table or in some quiet corner where there weren't so many people crowded around it. This seemed to be a sentiment that Avon shared, as they tucked themself closer to Carly as the pair ventured a couple steps further in.

"Evening!" A small child ran up to them, holding up garlands of later summer flowers. He held up the small crowns, giving them a gap-toothed grin. "For the dancin'!"

"Aw, thank you." Carly took a pair of garlands from the kid, handing over a silver piece to the requesting hand, before the child ran off to find someone else to try and provide flowers for. She set one of the garlands carefully on her head, before offering the other crown to Avon.

"...Really?" There was no distaste in Avon's voice, only confusion.

"It'll suit you," Carly encouraged them, and they leant down a little to let her place the crown on their head. At that moment, a small uproar of cheers rose up from one corner of the tavern. Glancing over, it wasn't hard to spot Soldagand as he began to wave the pair over, having spotted them first. Quickly Carly grabbed hold of Avon's arm and dragged them through the crowd. Soldagand and Aniketos had taken one of the tables seemingly at the head of the tavern, almost like a seat of honour that overlooked the interior. The pair finally reached Soldagand, who immediately enveloped his beloved in a hug, lifting Carly almost entirely off the ground and spinning her a little in the process. Carly laughed as she returned to her boyfriend's embrace. After a brief kiss, Sol put Carly back down, letting her step back to Avon.

“Sorry we kept you both waiting, there was a little wardrobe anxiety, but we managed well enough," Carly explained.

"Sure you did. You look gorgeous, darlin'," Soldagand said with a delighted rumble of laughter. "This a new dress?"

The soft green and blue dress in question caught the shimmering lights around, revealing the pattern sewn into the cloth, vines rising to the sky and bluebirds dancing around. Carly's cheeks blushed heavily as she nodded.

"Yep. Bought it a couple days ago," she admitted, tugging at the hem of her sleeves.

"It looks beautiful on you, darling." Soldagand wrapped both arms around her waist and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I'm glad you didn't have to wait too long to wear it."

In the moment of silence that followed within the group, both Sol and Carly turned to look at their other two friends. Avon stood in nervous quiet, their thumbs turning over and over around their palms. Aniketos remained seated, his eyes wider than usual and his mouth just slightly open.

Under Carly's supervision, Avon had been dressed in a grey tunic with various red, orange and yellow sewn patterns criss-crossing the body. Patterned in the stitches, autumn leaves fell down Avon's torso, a soft alternative to the bold reds and soft browns they usually wore. This was made up for by the long dark red skirt that rustled around their ankles, folding over and over into itself in a way that promised that it would flare out wide the moment Avon decided to turn and move. The most striking thing about Avon, though, was the matching cloak that adorned their shoulders, embroidered with a golden sunburst symbol. The decorations glowed gold, and seemed more vibrant than the bright colors of the rest of the decorations that littered the tavern's interior. Aniketos swallowed thickly, still staring. When his gaze finally pulled away from Avon, the expression on his face was unreadable but the blush on his face was far too telling. He looked down at the table, avoiding Carly and Soldagand's gazes, and mumbled something under his breath that sounded like "unexpected".

"Well, I think this is a nice surprise, don't you?" Avon asked Aniketos, breaking the tension, but leaving them unable to meet either of their gazes. Avon rubbed the back of their neck, trying to figure out exactly what had gotten through to him. Carly and Soldagand were busy exchanging knowing looks - they knew all too well what had caught their friend's silver tongue.

"Come on and take a seat, you two. Dancin' should be starting soon, but there's no reason to have you both standin’ around when there's chairs." Soldagand took a seat, leaning back into the large chair. It seemed to have been personally designed for his size and stature.

"There's only three seats," Carly commented.

"Well, we can always share," Soldagand replied, giving her a cheeky grin and patting his leg. Carly's cheeks darkened rapidly. She knew exactly what he was doing, there'd been discussion on how to try and nudge their friends closer together, but this hadn't been part of the plans. Regardless, she shuffled up onto Sol's lap, shaking her head as he grinned in satisfaction.

"You know what, I think I'll just sit next to Sol," Avon declared, taking a seat on the other side of him. Conveniently, it was directly opposite to Aniketos. It meant the pair actually had to look at each other, instead of hoping they could get away with glancing over shoulders or at a rather pretty garland or somewhere in the distance.

"Those flower crowns are rather delightful," Aniketos finally broke that particular awkward silence.

"Yeah, they're pretty cute," Avon agreed. "Why didn't you guys get one? Or is it because of - " Dryads. Not much else to be said from there.

"No, not because we're dryads," Aniketos replied. "If I have an abundance of flowers, I prefer to weave them separately into my hair instead of wearing a garland. It fits better."

"Flower crowns just ain't my style," Soldagand added.

"I dunno, you would look cute in daisies," Avon commented. This they could do easily at least, a little lighthearted teasing of friends.

"I'm not here to look cute though."

"Carly would say otherwise." This got Carly's attention, having been temporarily distracted by Sol's presence and warmth. As she spluttered in an attempt to defend herself from this teasing comment and Avon's smug expression, Soldagand ran a hand down his face and Aniketos had to suppress a burst of laughter.

Despite their amusement, the conversation faded into nothing once again until the start of the dance began. The first song started up just as drinks arrived for the table, a long note from the fiddle summoning a cheer from the tavern interior. A handful of the more eager or inebriated dancers were first to take the floor, a jaunty song picking up with backing from flute, drum and lute.

"You two should go dance," Soldagand said, gesturing to Avon and Aniketos. Both seemed to look startled, but Aniketos recovered first and turned to Avon with a warm smile.

"We probably should. That's what we came here to do, no?"

"I mean, you're right-" Avon's cheeks were so warm right now, and it wasn't because of the mead, the people, or the candles. They couldn't even begin to explain the butterflies that suddenly began to fill his chest. Aniketos got up from his seat, reaching out a hand to Avon and pulling the other up to their feet. As the pair of them made their way down from the seating area, Carly leaned forward on her elbows and watched them go with a fond smile.

"They are falling over themselves for each other," Soldagand commented.

"They really are, huh?"

Avon and Aniketos approached the dance-floor together, Avon acutely aware that Ani hadn't let go of their hand. They had to wait for the first song to finish, but as the last note rang out and people clapped their joy, Ani gave Avon's hand a gentle squeeze.

"If needs be, just follow my lead," he reassured them.

"Mmm, that might be a problem," they replied with a small shake in their voice. "I'm used to being the one leading, is all."

"Maybe I can help you figure it out," Aniketos grinned, tugging at Avon's arm slightly. As the next song began, the two began to move more readily than Ani would have predicted. They stepped to a beat without needing to be asked, an upbeat rhythm that had Aniketos twirling Avon around. As they danced, Aniketos caught sight of Soldagand and Carly sitting near the back of the room, watching him and Avon. It made him blush a bit, though it did little to deter the grin he felt growing across his face.

"You're a very good dancer, you know?" he commented to Avon.

"Of course. I'm an excellent dancer," Avon replied with a light-hearted laugh.

"Then why did you seem nervous?"

Did Avon dare reply that it was because of Aniketos? That they didn't want to mess up and disappoint him? That they'd prepared themself so much and worried over every small detail of the evening in case it changed Ani's opinion of them? Maybe so. But maybe they needed to let all of those worries go and simply enjoy the music as they were oft to do.

"Little bit of stage-fright," Avon eventually replied with a small shrug. "And I haven't danced with a partner in a year or two." Ani laughed heartily at that, just as the pair nearly slipped on some spilled mead. He held them steady, laughing more when Avon blushed furiously.

"It may not seem like it, but your reflexes are quite impressive," Aniketos said. "You caught yourself more than I did."

"I'm very used to dancing in taverns," Avon said, chuckling gently. "You know, we're talking an awful lot for people who should be dancing."

"Isn't that how it should be?"

"No, dancing is for getting so energetic you can barely speak another word." Avon slipped under Aniketos' arm, spinning around him with their arms held wide open as their skirt flared open. Firelike imagery rippled over the cloth, turning Avon into a beaming, laughing bonfire of a person. They glowed in the music. Aniketos felt his heart skip a beat when they pulled their arms close around his neck. "It's not just dancing. It's magic."

A small gasp escaped Aniketos. His mind went completely blank as Avon's words sank into his thoughts, the picture of Avon as a wildfire painted into his memory, and then his hands reached out to bring Avon closer against him. Now as they danced, Avon felt Aniketos' fingers wrap around their wrists, holding onto them tightly. It was like dancing was breathing and the music was their air, and Aniketos was drowning himself in all of it, his eyes alight with joy. Avon grinned back at him, matching the energy and pace of the music. Only when the last note sounded did they come to a stop, the silence lingering for several moments and punctuated only by their own breathing. Then a few voices shouted, announcing the end of the song and the start of a new set.

"Well..." Aniketos mumbled, loosening his grasp on Avon's wrists and looking away. "That was certainly..." He never normally struggled to find any words to a situation, always finding the right sentence to bring about, the right response or phrase. But now, breathing a little heavier than normal, Aniketos was tongue-tied. Avon glanced over his face, the faintest pink dusting across their cheeks. Their eyes met again, and Avon found Aniketos staring back at them rather intensely. The tips of his ears were hued with deep red and he looked almost as flustered as Avon felt.

"Very nice?" Avon supplied after a moment, unable to think of anything else.

"Yes," Aniketos breathed, giving Avon a bashful smile. "That was really quite enjoyable."

"Yeah," Avon agreed with a sigh of relief. "It was."

"It's not quite as formal as I'm used to, certainly."

"Oh?" Avon leaned in and nudged Aniketos with their hip, glancing to the band that was beginning their next song. "You want to teach me how they dance formally?"

"Maybe so," Aniketos said, a renewed gleam in his eye, taking Avon's hand again. This time he placed his other hand on their waist. "Although I get the feeling you'll already be quite good at it."

"I'm excellent at a jig, not a waltz."

---

Together they continued to dance. Waltzes became salsas became stepping in time with ceilidh shouts became spinning haphazardly by each other’s side. Aniketos had mentioned that he didn’t tend to get drunk, but he felt this was about as close as he would ever be able to get without imbibing anything strong. His heart raced, his chest was full of warmth, and the world circled around him and Avon, and only them.

About half of the tavern had fizzled out, energy levels having reached their limits and families needing to return home. Many of those left were couples, hopeful pairs looking for company for the night, and a fair few who were there for dancing and mead and nothing else. Soldagand and Carly still remained too. It seemed that the pair of humans were wavering though, not quite carrying the unbounding energy of dryads. With Carly leaning into Sol’s side, Avon rested their head on Aniketos’ shoulder.

“How are you doing?” they asked him, voice light but sluggish.

“I’m faring quite well, but it is you that I’m more concerned about,” Ani replied, in the fond tone of voice that suggested amusement more than significant concern. “Perhaps it’s best to get you to a bed before you fall asleep.”

“That sounds like a good plan.” Avon allowed Aniketos to wrap an arm around their shoulders, guiding them away from the dancing area.

“Headin’ off already?” Sol called over.

“Avon is in need of retiring to sleep before they do so prematurely,” Aniketos replied. “I would recommend the same with Carly there.”

“We’ll be okay,” Carly called back. “You two take care!” As they walked out of the tavern, she slipped a hand into Sol’s. “They will be okay, right?”

“They’ll be fine,” Soldagand reassured her. “Ani knows the forest, and the forest knows him. They’ll travel safe.”

---

“I’m going to need to leave tomorrow.” Avon’s voice wavered as they spoke, staring down into the ground. They’d been walking for nearly an hour in total silence, and their fortitude had snapped. They could feel Aniketos pause mid-step, and then his hand squeezed them closer.

“Already?” he asked quietly. Hesitantly.

“I’m sorry,” they replied. “I don’t want to. But I do need to.”

“But...why?”

“It’s a personal thing. Once a month. I have a...duty to attend to.” They continued to leave their gaze on the grass and soil that moved too slowly underfoot. Aniketos was silent for too long again, seconds becoming minutes becoming days.

“No. I understand. I’m sometimes summoned to attend duties myself,” he said. “I only wish you well and safety on the road ahead.”

“I will come back.” This time Avon stopped on purpose, halting Aniketos too. Taking his hand in both of their’s, they looked to him with that fierceness of the wildfire. “You’re...you’re my dearest friend, Ani. You’ve given me a safe place where I can always return to, if you’ll still allow it.”

“Avon...” Aniketos’ other hand reached up and cupped their cheek, feeling the wet sting of tears flow over his thumb. “I will always welcome you back to my tree.”

Smiling through the tears, Avon darted forward, pulling Aniketos into a tight embrace, one returned with equal fervour. He knew that they would return, but he also knew that they were mortal. They weren’t bound by any fae enchantment. They could get hurt. He held them close, hoping maybe some of his dryadic nature could seep into Avon’s bones and protect them, and felt within his fae spirit the deep overwhelming spring of desire. To contain and to hold. To possess. To care for. To protect and nurture.

Love.

Avon pulled slowly away, like molasses from a spoon, and it left a bitter taste for that absence of sweetness. But they still held his hand (was it always so soft?) and their eyes met his (did they normally reflect the moon so perfectly?) and the pair walked in the silent warmth with the last dregs of summer.

#writings #world: aalveir #ship: full bloom #ship: evergreen #self ship #self insert #self ship content #self ship community

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azure-seadragon · 3 years

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Things I Like RP Partners to Know

(i saw some people doing muse pictures and some doing mun pictures so i figured- why not both. a little comparison i guess lmao) I like to be called: I usually use ‘Cobalt’ as my online alias, though on discord or in game i will respond to Sol

Also if we’re friends/mutuals or on the same rpc group chat, using my IRL name is fine too! i won’t put it here, but im sure its out there and if you know it, you know it lol

One thing you should know about me:

I have a LOT of free time at present, but also have major adhd. This means that while im online a lot, i can alternate between instant replies or taking some time- i do not control what my brain hyperfocuses on sadly. so basically, i apologize for times where i might send a lot of things (feel free to tell me if im overwhelming you!~ odds are i got excited or something and didnt realize i was being a lot.tm ) AND i apologize for times where i may be a little quiet. I promise the latter never means I’m not interested in interacting anymore <3

One thing you should know about RPing with my character(s):

Solana has a lot of baggage and is extremely flirty. i’ve touched on these things before, but it means that sometimes some dark topics will come up- and that she will likely come across fliratious at least every once and a while. while the majority of dark subjects are not avoidable since they’re in her backstory, as far as the flirting goes i am more then willing to tone it down for a specific mun/muse- and the flirting never has to be reciprocated (in fact it doesn't even usually mean shes trying to date/sleep with them)

First language: English.

Age range: under 13 | 14–17 | 18–22 | 23–25 | 26–29 | 30+ | 40+ | 70+

Am I okay with NSFW?: yes | no | some nsfw

*Character development - i love seeing characters grow and change and experience things, so this is a big one for me *Romance - listen. i’m a hopeless romantic dork at heart, who thinks about writing romance and stuff all the time. i obviously LOVE platonic relationships too, but i adore writing some good pining/slow burn/yearning/other romance tropes. though if we write ships/romance together be prepared for fanart and for me to jump into dm’s randomly to throw ideas and affection at you lol

Canon Character RP Friendly?: yes | no | depends *

RP blog: does contain ooc posts | doesn’t contain ooc posts | occasionally contains ooc *

*i post OOC sometimes, mainly things that still involve sol or other rp related topics- or important info regarding why i may not be online,ect. but this isnt a personal blog, so i keep most of it to myself. that being said though, im 100% down with OOC dms and becoming friends outside of rp <3

Tagged by Taken from: @spotofmummery (it looked fun and like a good way to put info out I hope that’s ok lol)

Tagging: @kolak-magiya, @ashenbun, @protection-and-pleasure, @halcyonic-aether and anyone else interested <3

#mun post #dash memes #tag meme #oocobalt #my face #psa #((if y’all clown on my picture here I will remove it I’m not even kidding))#((I wanted to have a side by side of me n sol for fun but so help me if someone makes it weird I’ll throw hands))

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves · 2 years

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(So idk why, but the line in your Pepa tops Félix fic where she nuzzles into his hairy underarm when they’re all sweaty and disgusting, like idk why that was so oddly romantic & sexual? Like she loves his body hair and sweat and musk THAT much, like she likes her man to look and smell like a M A N in the bedroom. But anyway that’s where this idea was born from so you have no one to blame but yourself for this one)

For some reason or another Félix decides to shave his body hair off (chest, stomach, groin and underarms) and Pepa is PISSED, and refuses to fuck him or touch him until it grows back. Basically a lot (a LOT) of teasing and getting him worked up on her end and he just has to try to endure it.

Ah, I'm glad you caught that, because it WAS absolutely sexual. Pepa loves Félix not just for his personality- this dude is big, burly, everything she's ever wanted in a man. Totally has nothing to do with the fact that I have a thing for body hair, like terribly.

BUT anyway, in love with this idea, I HAD to do it, so here we are!

(Fun fact I Googled it, it takes like. Three months for hair to grow back? The crops will not survive Pepa's fury for that long-so we're just gonna do a month)

"If I don't get a kiss from my husband in two seconds, I'm sending a tornado through this ENTIRE Encanto."

"Sorry, sorry-a man can only move so fast, Pepi!"

He laughed as he finally made his way to her bed. Pepa had been bragging about how great her husband was (and how he was way better than theirs, obviously), and it made her want him. Like bad. Like, if she was deprived of him for even a second longer, she'd absolutely make do with her threat from a second ago.

"Shut up and kiss me, Félix."

He chuckled as he did just that. He was on top of her in a second, hiking his big, strong hand up her skirt as he continued to pamper her with all the kisses she could ever want. She was so EAGER tonight, even when just this morning, they'd gone three whole rounds. Pepa was NUTS about him, and he felt the same about her. He grinned as his kisses landed on the nape of her neck, much to her delight.

"I'm going to kiss every single freckle on your body, mi vida~"

She was so damn excited, she took his hand, and didn't hesitate to shove it in her panties, letting his fingers rub her already wet cunt.

"That's going to take you so long, Félix. It's been FOREVER, don't tease your wife like that!"

"It's been eight, maybe nine hours at the most, Pepi."

"That's a LONG time without you on top of me, idiota!"

She was absolutely crazy. He loved it. She let him play with her for a minute longer, just to get her more worked up, when she gently pushed his hand away. She looked up at him, grinning as she bit her nail, and let her fingers dance up his shoulder.

"Wait, wait. Hold on, before anything. Do that thing I like~"

He knew what she meant. Absolutely knew what she meant. He sat up, keeping his legs wrapped around her, pinning her just how she liked it. Like she couldn't escape, like her man was going to claim her. And he could tell she was so READY for it. He started to un do every button on his shirt, oh so slowly, getting such an ego from the way she was staring at him.

"You're such a mujer pervertida, I love it. You love my body, don't you Pepita?~"

"More than you love MINE, mi sol."

"Hey, those are fighting words, watch it."

They both chuckled. Their bodies, their banter, everything about one another caused them to bask in adoration of one another. He finally took his shirt off, throwing it to the side. He was expecting her to purr for him, to tear into him like a lioness towards a gazelle. But instead, she looked...confused. Her smile left, and she just. Stared.

"Félix. Where is...your hair?"

He looked down at his freshly shaven chest, and chuckled.

"Oh I shaved. Not bad, right? The stomach was the part that took a bit, but-"

"Did you. Shave your armpits?"

He raised his arms to show her, and nodded.

"Oh, si. That too."

She looked down at his crotch, before looking up at him.

"Take off your pants."

"Ah, so demanding! Alright, alright."

He took off his pants and underwear, and watched as she gawked in horror. Lightening sparked above their heads, and he could tell she was NOT a happy woman. She suddenly sat up, and with just the WORST snarl you've ever seen, glared at him.

"You don't want to fuck me."

"What? No, Pepi, that's not-what?"

She pushed herself away from him, starting to raise her voice.

"You don't WANT to fuck me! CLEARLY! Why would you shave what I KNOW Iike? I feel like I'm fucking the heavenly Father right down the road, and he's the age of my mamá!"

Oh she was angry. REALLY fucking angry. Like, she'd throw him out of the window angry (she'd never actually done that before, but honestly it wouldn't surprise him at this point, and they both knew she was strong enough). But even angry, she could see reason, right?

"It's a trend Mariano told me about, that's it! Said old men are doing it to 'look younger', so I thought I'd try it!"

That was the wrong answer. She got herself out of bed, grabbed his clothes, and started to throw it at him.

"YOU STUPID- I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU."

"Pepi please, clear skies-"

"CLEAR MY ASS, TONTO!"

He tried not to keel over as his shoe hit his gut. He was amazed he was able to get his pants on before he was suddenly out the door, with her shooting daggers at him, with the thunder and lightening illuminating her anger.

"Pepa why are you so mad? You're going to make it flood-"

"AT LEAST THEN I'LL GET TO BE WET, FÉLIX. YOU THINK ABOUT JUST W H Y I'M MAD!!"

She SLAMMED the door shut. He knew better than to try the knob (when she wanted to be ALONE, it zapped anyone who tried to touch it), so he stood there, the rest of his clothes in his hands. He sighed, and turned around, only to bump into Camilo and Dolores, who were most likely standing there the entire time. Camilo looked at him for a second, before addressing the elephant in the room.

"What did you do?"

"Nothing! All I did was SHAVE!"

Dolores and Camilo looked at each other, before Camilo shrugged.

"I hope my new dad is cool. And taller."

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"Mami, I'm not going to be back till tonight, I told Hernandez I was going to watch his girls later."

"Oh-well then eat, Mi bebé! I don't want you hungry!"

Félix watched as Pepa loaded up Camilo's plate, as he was watching from a distance. He had upset her so much, he was forced to have a sleepover in Bruno's room. It was an awful, sleepless night, but he appreciated the guy for offering at least. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to figure out WHY Pepa was so upset, even with his help. Camilo caught his dad behind her, keeping his distance. And of course, he rubbed it in like a bitch.

"Hey Mami? I...never mind."

"What is it, Camilo? What's wrong?"

"I...just wanted kisses, since I won't be able to see you all day. But I'm too old, obviously."

This little shit was really playing the pout. Pepa's heart melted, and she cupped his face in her hands.

"No! Camilo, you could be an old man and STILL want my kisses!"

Camilo grinned at Fèlix as Pepa was adoring him with so many kisses, rainbows sprouted over her head. She gave him a million kisses before finally letting him go, insisting he go finish his breakfast before anything else. Once she was alone, Fèlix dared to go near the breakfast table for his food.

"...morning, mi vida."

"Félix."

The rainbows disappeared, but not a single cloud in sight. Hey, could've been thunder or heavy rain. He sat in silence as he served his plate, before mustering up the courage to speak again.

"I uh, spent the night with your brother."

"Oh if only teenage Bruno heard that."

"What. What does that mean-"

She turned to him, putting a hand on her hip.

"What do you want, Félix?"

Félix put his food down, turning to her fully. She was tapping her foot impatiently, and he could tell he was upsetting her. Not just because he messed up somewhere, but because she wasn't letting him help with her emotions. She was making them BOTH suffer, and it hurt his heart.

"I don't understand WHY you got upset at me last night. I've cut the hair on my head before, why is this any different?"

She rolled her eyes, as if he was stupid.

"Think about what you said to that. WHY did you do it?"

"I said it was a trend! It was something that made old men look younger and-oh. Oh I just got it."

She was upset not JUST because he shaved, but he shaved in an attempt to look younger. He was never self conscious about his age exactly, but what man wouldn't want to look younger for his hot wife? She rolled her eyes, before leaning down to scowl at him.

"I don't WANT you to look younger. I want you to look old like ME-"

"Pepi you hardly age."

"Not the time for sweet words, Félix. I'm mad because you insulted MY tastes. I like your hair. Why do you think every time we cuddle, I'm playing with it? MY MAN should look his age, and be proud of it."

He stood there, absorbing what she said. She wasn't mad for a completely selfish reason. It was the fact that the one she loved didn't appreciate how great she thought he was. He felt so stupid now, really.

"Pepa...I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to make you so upset by this. Really, I'm so, so sorry."

"I forgive you. But I'm still mad at you. And we are NOT having sex until THIS mess is fixed."

Félix stammered, trying to think of a response to that.

"W-Pepa! That's going to take forever!"

"That's how long it's going to take for me to stop being mad. Now, tengo hambre."

She turned away from him, and sat at the breakfast table. Félix sighed as he picked up his plate again.

"Pepa still mad at you?"

Félix nodded as Bruno walked up to his side, both watching the family settle in for breakfast.

"Very. But she forgives me, at least."

Félix looked as Bruno pulled a rat out of his pocket, holding it out to him.

"Can I offer you a rat in these trying times?"

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He loved his wife. It was why it hurt him, not being able to touch her like he could before. It had been a few days since the whole 'hair incident', and while she wasn't acting so mad at him anymore, he had yet to be forgiven. How did he know? Because whenever he tried to kiss her or touch her (aside from their usual comforting touches), she wouldn't let him. So, suffice to say, sex was absolutely off the table. It was agony for him, especially as he laid awake, looking at the back of his wife.

She was so beautiful. Such soft skin, such pretty hair, and she even fell asleep in her underwear tonight, leaving hardly anything else to the imagination. It didn't at ALL help his hard cock. He wanted her. He wanted to just cry out passionate bouts of love to her while he made love to her, all night long. But he couldn't. He respected her too much to even try, knowing damn well it wasn't time yet. He tried to calm down, but nothing. Tried to touch himself, nothing. Unless it was FOR Pepa, Félix found masturbation to be pointless. His hands weren't soft and small like hers, and he'd gotten so used to it by now.

He was in agony. And apparently, it had gotten on her nerves.

"Félix, why are you tossing and turning? I'm TRYING to sleep!"

"I'm so sorry. I just...have a problem."

She turned to look at him, and he gestured to his cock. It was throbbing, uncomfortable, begging for his sweet, beautiful Pepa. He watched her eyes, and even she was tempted. She missed his cock. But without the hair he was known for, she couldn't overcome her anger like usual. She scoffed, before taking an extra pillow, and handing it to Jim.

"Hump it then. I'll clean it tomorrow."

He didn't want this stupid pillow. He wanted his beautiful, sexy, thoughtful, wild wife. But he knew this was the best be was going to get.

"Can...can I at least cuddle you too?"

"You can put your chin on my shoulder. We both know anymore and you can't help yourself."

Better than nothing. He put the pillow at her back, acting as a barrier between them. His head rested at her shoulder, and he tried SO hard not to kiss the crap out of her.

"I love you, Pepa."

"I love you too, Félix. Now go to sleep once you're done."

He wrapped his legs around the pillow, slowly grinding against it. He was a big guy, so doing this not only made the pillow move, but her too. It was a slow, steady movement at first, needy cock against a soft, yet unsatisfactory pillow. He moaned as his imagination let him pretend it was her he was touching. He could easily be fucking her. Could slam himself in that wet cunt and make her cry out for him, could prove he was totally sorry.

"Pepa?"

"What?"

"¿Un beso? Please?"

"Félix, I'm tired. It's late."

"Por favor. For your husband."

He watched her eyes roll, and tried not to be giddy as he knew she relented. He was about to grab her face during the kiss, and knew she couldn't resist afterwards. But Pepa was smart. She turned, gave him a quick peck on his forehead, and laid right back down. He whimpered against her, muffling his sounds against her skin. He watched the movement he started to make, watched as her body moved alongside him. Even with a pillow separating them, she moved so well with him. They were MEANT to be together.

"Mierda, Pepa...I'm going to cum for you. I want to be inside of you. I want to hear those beautiful sounds you make. Please, please, PLEASE. I could be so quick. I could be so good. Mi sol giving me such a cold shoulder, eso hiere mi corazón."

She didn't say anything. And maybe it was for the better. If she spoke, he could be SO tempted. If she acknowledged him, he could easy tempt her into fucking. So he let her sit in silence as he, eventually, came. He swore right into her ear as he did so, not wanting to suffer in silence. He knew she loved his sounds, as much as he loved hers. He took a look at the pillow, and immediately hated it. This should be inside of his wife, making them hopeful for another baby. Instead, it was cast aside on some stupid pillow. He threw it off the bed, and kissed her shoulder, wrapping his arms around himself to make himself behave.

"Goodnight, Pepi. Mi vida."

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"Abuela-come on, go for it!"

"Aye no. I don't think I should. I'm too old."

Pepa, Félix, and Abuela had been invited to a wedding. It was a grown ups only type of event, from a new friend of Félix's, a merchant who had just settled on the Encanto. Alma was currently sitting at a table with Félix, nursing a cup of wine and watching everyone dance. And apparently these guys did not at ALL regret her inviting herself (she was at EVERY event in the Encanto, and to not have her there was considered bad luck), given that a gentleman had been ogling her all night. The groom's cousin, he believed. A little young for Alma, but who was he to judge? Félix grinned, giving her a little nudge.

"Come ooon! He keeps looking at you, don't hurt the poor guy's feelings. At least just go and dance, I've seen you move! You know what, I'll help you-hey! chico amante!"

It apparently wasn't his first time being called that, given that he turned his head to the caller. He looked over the crowd, watching as Félix gestured to a rather embarrassed looking Alma (she would normally be more firm and composed, but put her in a situation with Félix and wine, and suddenly it was party time). He made his way through the crowd, and Félix wasn't gonna lie, Alma struck gold. Young man, dressed to impress, hair wild and unkempt in a charming way, and a few buttons un done, just to really peacock. He held his hand out to her.

"Señora Alma. Care to dance?"

She hesitated, clearly trying not to laugh, before she shrugged, and put her hand in his. She let herself be escorted to the dance floor, just in time too, given that Pepa finally came for a break. He handed her the glass she had left (no way in hell did either of them leave one another's drinks unattended), both looking at the crowd of dancers in front of them.

"Who was that con mi mamá?"

"Her new boyfriend, I'm guessing."

"I'm NOT calling him papá."

Félix chuckled, about to pull out a chair for her, when some culo grosero snatched it from him, making him glare as they walked off.

"Just let her be happy, Pepa. Do your feet hurt?"

"A little. So many dancers, it felt like I'd never get out of there."

Félix looked around for another chair, and was about to offer his own, when she just. Sat on his lap. He was about to object, when he realized- there wasn't anything to object to. He sure as hell wasn't going to complain. Félix chuckled, holding onto her hips to keep her from falling.

"Well, now you get to relax. Especially away from all those men. They keep looking at you. And the women. The women I'm more angry about-I don't think I can punch a woman. Unless they strike first, then equal rights."

That made her LAUGH. It was precious, seeing the rainbows and the sun over the party while she sat there, trying to keep down her drink. She shoved him by his shoulder, grinning against her glass.

"Eres estúpido. Kiss me already."

He complied, meeting her lips. It was a sweet peck, but he found himself chasing after her lips, stealing a bit more of a sort of hungry kiss. It had been two weeks since the incident at this point, and while she didn't seen angry at him, she still hadn't touched him. She chuckled as she pushed his face away, shaking her head at him. Félix whined, grabbing her hand and kissing it tenderly. Anything to get to touch her.

"Pepa, you're so beautiful-"

"Ah ah ah. I see what you're doing. Not happening."

Félix respected a no (if any man didn't, just get rid of him honestly), but damn if a man couldn't at least try.

"Pepa, we could be SO quick about it. It's been too long for either of us-no me extrañes?"

"I do. I miss all of you, and not all of you is here."

She dipped her fingers past his shirt, and upon not being greeted by the usual mane of hair, frowned, and pattef his chest. Of course she was still mad. He respected it, but he HATED it. He relented, deciding he needed to polish off his drink. He tried to keep his mind onto something else, maybe the dancers. Then he realized Pepa had never really stopped moving. As in, she was sitting on his lap, intentionally grinding her ass into his now pretty obvious boner.

"Pepa, what...are you-"

"My seat Is uncomfortable. I'm GETTING comfy. Shh."

He kept his hands on her waist, just she wouldn't have to worry about falling. He didn't want this to happen, not now. Not in front of all these nosey ass people. But also...He did want this. He did want to appreciate how his wife could sit there, looking so sweet and kind, while simultaneously being so ruthless. Her hips moved in his grasp, slowly, so no one wandering nearby could notice. But it was so obvious to HIM. They rolled gently, as if she was slow dancing. Her clothed ass felt so good against his confined cock, he could feel his pants getting tighter and tighter. He tried to keep himself still, despite every part of him wanted to just hump her like a street dog.

"Esto no es justo...can I pull myself out at least? It hurts."

"You like it."

He did. He really did. He liked knowing he was about to damn near pop a button, because his wife was so sexy, and she knew she was, and he wanted EVERYONE to know that his clothes were the only thing keeping him from just RAMMING into his gorgeous l, taunting wife-

"Pepa, Félix! There you two are!"

Félix tried not to jump upon hearing someone else's voice. The newlyweds just approached them, cheeks rosey from both alcohol, and dancing. Pepa acted as if she didn't have a thick, throbbing cock pressed against her as she waved at them, innocent as could be.

"Maria! Carlos! Felicidades!"

"We were SO happy you two could make it! Especially Félix-we met BECAUSE of him!"

"Mi esposo IS talented like that, isn't he?"

She held his face, and kissed the side of his cheek. Being acknowledged, being purposefully touched-he could just carry her back home right now and just make a mess of himself. Then, Carlos spoke.

"Oh-you should come take a picture with us! You two look good, we can't NOT have you in the picture!"

Pepa's look was so goddamn smug. She pretended as if she was adjusting herself to look at him, but really, it was to really put pressure on his poor cock.

"Félix, don't be grosero. Say something."

He cleared his throat into his fist, trying to get some blood into his brain. If only they knew that he was just. Rock solid right now. Absolutely ready because his wife was a cruel, sexy woman.

"Uh, sure! Let's. Do that. Could you give me a minute, por favor? I just finished dancing-legs aren't the same as they used to be."

The three of them chuckled. Thankfully Félix had a rather charming personality, else he was pretty sure he couldn't get away with that. The couple left, and when Félix was sure they were out of sight, he turned to his wife, finishing her drink.

"What was that for? They could've seen me!"

Pepa shrugged, getting off of his lap and forcing him to cross his legs. It hurt like a bitch, sure, but what else could a man do? Pepa made sure not a soul was watching, before she flashed him her skirt. Her underwear was wet, enough for it to stick to her perfect thighs.

"Because it's fun. Now, I'm going to get my picture taken. Don't take too long."

She fixed herself, and walked off, as if nothing happened. Pepa was. Aroused by the fact that they both had to wait. His woman was crazy, and he LOVED her. Though, that might also just be the intense sweating everyone felt from the humid room.

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"He's fine, Pepa. He's fine."

She was telling herself. It had been a month. An entire month, since they fucked. And she couldn't take it anymore. How long did it take for a man to regrow hair? Sure, the teasing was fun, but at this point, she was in agony. She didn't care about 'teaching him a lesson' anymore. She wanted him. Even though seeing him WITHOUT his hair...definitely didn't do anything for her.

"Pepa, I'm home."

Pepa nearly jumped out of her kitchen chair to go greet him. Oh the poor man. He looked so weathered. He went to go help his family toil in the fields, but ever since they took charge of their neighbor's field as well (the couple were too old to do it themselves anymore), it had been SO much work. He looked exhausted. She immediately ran to him, holding onto his shoulder.

"¡Pobrecito! You look tired, Félix."

"I handled their field by myself. Papi is getting too old to do it, and honestly, I just might be too. But I'm fine baby, I'm fine."

Félix was still in good shape, all things considered, but no one was immune to father time, so REALLY heavy tasks like this was more taxing than before. And yet, Pepa knew he didn't complain the whole time, not in the slightest. She kissed his shoulder, helping walk him upstairs to their room. She could feel emotions with him, and he could admit when he was feeling worn down with her. She helped him sit down on their bed, constantly holding onto him, In some unlucky case he might pass out on her.

"My poor Félix...how about we get you a bath? And I'll throw your clothes in the wash, get you something clean."

He nodded weakly, and she started to take off his shirt. It was absolutely soaked in sweat. It smelled like a man who had truly been outside, getting dirty and working his big man hands. She finally got it off of him, and. Well. She couldn't resist bringing it to her nose. It was damp with his musk, in his sweat. He didn't seem to notice as he lifted his arms up to stretch, trying to keep his exhaustion at bay.

"Gracias, Pepi. You're too good to me. I think I just got tired because it's been a while since we've-"

"Your hair is back."

She was looking at his chest. His hair had come back, from his chest, to the rest of his stomach. It wasn't AS profound and bold as before, but it was more than enough. She looked at him. He looked at her. There was a silence, before she threw his shirt to the side, and quite literally, pounced on him. He was on his back in a second, his big, strong hands roamed her frame hungrily, already peeling off her pesky clothes. There was no room for sweet kisses, not when their mouths were hungry, full of moans and tastes of one another's mouth. Pepa pulled away, about to pull down his pants and just use him, when he looked up at her.

"I want to watch you first."

How could you say no to this? To a big, sweaty, thick, hair covered man underneath you, beautiful lips opened as he panted, eyes that SCREAMED how badly he wanted you. She nodded, reminding herself to swallow. He might be stunned by her at times, but he practically left her breathless. She fanned the mist at her face, trying and failing not to appear absolutely embarrassed.

"Arm up. And keep it up."

He obeyed, lifting one arm up, and using his other hand to palm at his crotch. She thought about swatting his hand away, but she didn't care. She wrapped her arms around his bicep, muttering a swear under his breath. God, he was a BIG man. She loved it. Her hands never fit around anything of his, always too much meat on his bones. And she loved it. She let her kisses trail from his side, licking her lips in between each one, his sticky sweat working as the world's best aphrodisiac.

"Me haces sentir tan sexy, Pepa."

"It's because you are. I have the best man in the entire encanto, EXACTLY how he is. None of that stupid...shaving. I hated it. I was so angry."

Even thinking about it made thunder rumble above the humid thunderclouds. She paused to look at his armpit, trying not to cry out just how much she loved it. Félix grunted uncomfortably as he pulled his cock free, before chuckling.

"I'm sorry. I just wanted you to have the best me you can. It won't happen again, te prometo."

"You better. This happens again-you won't even SEE me naked again. Entender?"

"Si. I understand. Now, show me how much you love me."

She couldn't take it anymore. She buried her face right into his armpit, and essentially, right into heaven. It smelled like strong, manly musk and sweat, the hair tickled her nose, stuck to her face due to the wet sweat. It was messy, it was wet, it was sticky, and it made her eyes roll to the back of her head. She peeled one hand away from his bicep, to dip into her own underwear, and finger herself. She was embarrassed at how wet she was, but he obviously didn't care in the slightest, given how he continued to touch himself. Félix was so much man all at once, she couldn't stand it.

"Mas rapida. I want to watch you cum while you taste me. Taste how much your man has been working all day."

She couldn't respond, given how much kisses and licks he was getting from her. It tasted, it smelled, it FELT like how a real man should. He was so good to her, letting him taste such a musky part of him, all while she stuffed three fingers into herself oh so quickly.

"Good girl. Such a good...fucking esposa."

He was losing his mind too, pumping his lubed up cock to match the rhythm of her quick fingers. She was so close. So close to crying out thanks for being the perfect man, and being hers. He must've known she was close, given that he peeled his hand away from his cock, grabbed the back of her head, and practically forced her head into him, smothering all of her senses with the hairy, sticky, musky armpit. It muffled her cries as she came, nails digging his arm gratefully. He let go of her only when she finished, watching in adoration as her face melted, tongue hung out with drool cascading down it. She met his eyes again, and sat at his chest, getting just WAY too horny at knowing her pussy was rubbing up against his chest hair.

"Hazme el amor. Please. I don't care HOW. Just give yourself to me, tu gran hombre peludo."

Letting Félix take total and complete charge? Was fairly rare, and he was going to take FULL advantage of it. Call him old fashioned, but he never got tired of this one.

"Ride me. That way I can catch you watching me~"

Little bit of thunder in her mist, only confirming how embarrassed she was. He found it just terribly sexy, watching her wipe her face free of drool (and maybe even some armpit hair), as she scooted down, and rubbed her pussy right against his cock. He even grew hair back down there too, she could feel it.

"You're LUCKY eres sexy, or I wouldn't deal with that stupid sm-ah!"

He silenced her by reaching over, and smacking her cute little butt. Right. Along with being hairy, he had stupid, big hands. It was stupid, how sexy he was.

"Ride me. Let me stuff you. I KNOW you missed it. No more games."

It was very rare for Félix to be so serious. She swore as she had to wipe fog away from her face in embarrassment, such a tone making her weak in the knees. But by the time she filled herself full of him, that was the furthest thing from her mind. She rode him, cock filling her fully. She missed this. Missed getting her fingers into his chest, missed getting her fingers into his big, yet strong gut. It felt so fucking good, watching this man, aged beautifully by time, being pleasured by her. He reached up to hold her, when she used her lips to gesture upwards.

"Brazos."

He held his hands up as she commanded, and it was SUCH a fucking sight. His cock was already throbbing, his chest looked so full, his eyes looked hazy, and he wouldn't. Shut. Up.

"Fuck me, mi vida, show me how much you love me. Ya me estas jodiendo con los ojos. Milk me. Como un maldito toro."

It was so stupid, how sexy that was. It was also stupid how quickly he came, and how she didn't mind it at ALL. It was so perfect, getting to see his orgasm face again-it was a face contorted into open mouth pleasure, before falling into a big, stupid grin, as if he had just won something. It was so quick for him, but hey if neither cared, was there anything to make a fuss over? She plopped on his chest, still keeping himself inside of her.

"I was going to say your face when you cum is stupid. Then I realized it's just your face."

He laughed. It made his stomach jiggle a bit, and it made her heart sing.

"See, THAT'S how I know you've forgiven me! When your insults get better!"

It felt beautiful, letting him wrap a big, buff arm around her, while she stroked the still growing chest hair.

"Not my fault. Making me do that because you shaved. Oh, estaba enojada."

"Yeah the shoe thrown gave me that message."

She chuckled. She looked up at him, and she sighed.

"Promise me. Really. That you won't shave again. At least, not for a stupid reason. You're sexy, it's why I keep you."

He grinned as he leaned down to kiss her forehead.

"Si. Thank you for not telling me not to do it period. I love you. I love how much you respect me. I love how you're wonderful, I love...how you love me."

"Tan blando-you're getting soft in your age. Course I love you. You're the only man who can handle me."

He kissed her adorable nose, once, twice, thrice. She giggled, cheeks red enough to light up the room. Or maybe it was the sun above them.

"Pepa?"

"Si?"

"Can I still have that bath?"

Oh the look she gave him. Her nails raked down his chest, a smirk appeared on her lips.

"Of course. But you're SO tired, si? Do you need me to come in with you, give you a hand?~"

She tried not to laugh as Félix gave her a look, looking her up and down.

"Oh, you want to give me a GOOD bath- okay, okay, I see you, chica sucia~"

She rolled her eyes at him playfully, before getting off of him, wrapping herself up In a towel, and walking to the bathroom. She bumped into Bruno, who clearly wanted to take a shower, given his towel and his back scrubber. And a...rat, for some reason.

"Bruno-no, I call dibs on the bathroom! Félix needs a break!"

"Okay okay-geez."

Bruno, sensing he was in the room, called out in his direction. Given that they were pretty much brothers, them yelling at each other like this wasn't rare at all.

"Félix! Fuck you!"

"Too late, your sister already did that!"

Félix laughed from his room, and Pepa swore she was gonna drown him in there. Bruno stood there, unsure of how to react, before dropping his stuff to the floor, and walking away.

"Alright, back in the wall I go-"

#asks #lemon #not transformers #encanto #also thank u for not making him shave his mustache #thatd be a fucking crime #also thank u bruno for being a bro during this #and a final thank u to that one guy hitting on alma #i dont know what the fuck this all is #but its 2am so imma just wrap it up

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Fire and moon.

pairing: Benimaru Shinmon x fem. reader

genre: nsfw

words: 3,5 k.

warnings: a bit of degradation, public sexy time, orgasm denial, overstimulation, dom/sub undertones.

tam’s notes: Hi miss @writeiolite ! I’m you HQC secret santa! ♥ I was so nervous when I got you omg sjkdhas because I admire your writing so much, you’re so talented and an amazing person so I was a little afraid my writing wouldn’t be good enough. I’m so thankful for meeting you and all the beautiful people in the server. Thanks for being so welcoming, thanks for letting me help you and be a part of the staff and most of all thanks for being my friend. I hope you like this ♥

I CANT BELIVE IT’S YOUR GIF BUT HEY YOU HAVE A CLUE WHAT THIS IS ABOUT NOW dsjfhksldjf

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When you left the Holy Sol Temple and chose to move to Asakusa, you never expected to find a man that attracted you there. The proto-nationalist land wasn't a place where you expected to have fun. You just wanted to keep a low profile and be in peace.

But then you saw this man, flying through the sky and destroying everything on his way down to finally land in front of an infernal and punch right through his chest. And something sparked inside you. It wasn't your pyrokinesis or a fight or flight response. It was something else.

Shinmon Benimaru. That was his name. Fire Force Seventh Company’s Captain. Asakusa’s King of Destruction. The #1 enemy of the Holy Sol Temple, or so they said.

After that destruction scene, you walked through the city trying to get more information on him. But also, just socialicing. It would be weird for a new citizen to ask too much about the same person. More so if that person was the head of the city.

This “king” wasn’t like others you could imagine. He wasn’t unapproachable, living in a castle surrounded of gold and extravagant stuff. He was there, among his people, walking through the streets and greeting everyone by their name. He received gifts, food, and talked to those that stopped him. You could say just by looking that he was recognized as a leader. Even when he didn’t acknowledge that himself.

The stars were on your side because soon after that you met him in the thermal waters. He was there, sitting with his arms stretched by his sides and with his eyes closed. You felt like a sparkle inside you, almost like tickles. You walked in silence to the other end of the pool, going in and sitting very slowly.

Benimaru felt another presence behind him and then felt the water moving as you submerged your body in the warm waters. He opened his eyes for a second to look at you and then closed them again. He preferred to be alone but as long as you wouldn’t talk to him he didn’t mind the company.

You were quiet the whole time you were there. It wasn’t an unpleasant silence. But you were expectant. You tried to not look at him. You really tried but you allowed yourself to observe what was on your eye level.

He was handsome. Not that you didn’t know that, but it was a whole different experience having him in front of your eyes, not even a meter away from your body. And naked. He was naked.

Of course he’s naked, these are thermal waters, you thought.

You were naked too. Suddenly you were self conscious, even when he wasn’t looking. You crossed your arms over your chest to cover yourself and closed your eyes to submerge your whole body underwater and came up again. You sat there in silence again, looking at the moon, the house behind the man, the rocks and everything but him.

Eventually he left. You looked aside but still you noticed he stopped to look at you for a second too long.

You left a bit later, after you were sure he was long gone. You said goodbye to the nice lady in the reception and went home.

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Later that week, you were alone having dinner in a bar and he appeared.

"I don't know you, you're new here," he said as he nonchalantly sat on your table.

"Do you know everyone in this town?" you asked him.

He sighed. That wasn't the answer he was waiting for.

"I do, actually," he said.

The waitress silently approached and left him a glass full of something.

"Welcome, Benimaru-san. If there's something else you need you can tell us, the house invites you today," she said and walked away.

"Benimaru-san, nice to meet you," you said, playing fool. You knew who he was.

"And you are…?"

"New in town. I really like Asakusa," you smiled. His face looked more irritated than just a minute before. "You can call me y/n."

"No last name, uh?" he chugged the drink the girl left for him.

"I got rid of it," you said. And that was true.

"That's not a lot of information."

"You'll have to buy me a drink and I'll tell you more about me," you winked at him.

He clicked his tongue and you laughed.

“Just don’t cause troubles in my town,” he said and left.

“I’ll try!” you said as he walked out.

All the people at the bar were looking at you but you didn’t care, you had fun and he came to you.

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Would it be worth it to cause some trouble just to see his pissed face again? As you were thinking of some options for “trouble” you went to the thermal house again. And he was there.

“You again?” he said without even opening his eyes.

“It’s a small town,” you casually said.

“Are you following me?”

“Says the guy who showed up on my table out of nowhere,” you answered as you rushed to get into the hot water.

He remained silent again. It was the same as the last time, you sitting in front of him under the moonlight in a comfortable silence.

Even if you were comfortable, you were itching to bug him some more. Still, you just chose to keep your mouth closed. You rested your back on the rocks behind you and found a comfortable position to rest your head too, so you had to do the minimum effort to hold your body. You opened your eyes again when you heard Benimaru getting out of water, you felt drowsy and rubbed your eyes to force yourself to be fully conscious again.

"Don't drown here, this is my favorite place," he said as he walked away.

You looked at him and were about to give some sarcastic answer but then you saw his bare back and his ass and ate your words.

Holy Sol, that body. It had to be illegal to be so built and so handsome.

Before you fell asleep in the water again you got up and left too.

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"So you did cause trouble."

Same bar, same table, same man appearing out of nowhere in front of you. You huffed.

"I defended myself," you explained.

"That's why you beated up some guy?"

"If someone fights me I'll fight back," you explained.

"Which company sent you here?" Benimaru asked.

You laughed out loud.

"I'm not a fire force member."

"You have powers. The Holy Sol Temple sent you here?" he insisted.

"I left the Temple a long time ago," you smiled.

He stared at you, you supposed he was processing the information you just gave him.

"Well, have a nice day, Captain. I might see you later," you said and left him there.

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That night you were the first one in the thermal house. It was weird to be there without Benimaru's big chest in front of you, distracting you from the beautiful full moon that shone over your heads. You positioned yourself again in that way that let you just be sitting without any effort and closed your eyes.

"You again?" you said when you felt the water moving. You knew it was Benimaru.

"This is my town," he answered, ignoring your teasing.

"Right, I'm sorry, your highness."

He clicked his tongue. He thought about what Konro said earlier. Maybe she just wants to provoke you, Waka.

"Are you trying to provoke me?" he inquired.

"Who knows," you smiled.

"I wanna know," he said and closed a little the distance between your bodies.

"I told you you had to take me out first if you wanna know more about me," you licked your lips.

"I could just make you tell me in some other way," he threatened.

"Maybe if you fuck my brains out…" you battled your eyelashes as sweetly and innocently as you could.

He was over you the next second, his hand pulling your hair and making you throw your head back. His body felt warm against yours, even inside the hot water.

"I know you want it too, Captain~" you chirped. "Just stop thinking for a second and let your body take control…"

Yes, he did want it. It was weird to find someone that didn't fear him or admire him as if he was a royalty member. Then you appeared and you gave him all these contradictory signals. It was frustrating. He wanted to erase that cocky smile from your glossy lips…

He kissed you. His mouth was demanding and the hand holding your hair guided your movements at will. You locked your legs around his hips, holding him close to you, and tangled your hands on his long hair. His hands went underwater to squeeze your ass and thighs and you moaned inside his mouth. You felt his leg under your body next and with little effort he walked out of the water with you clinging to him. He walked to the changing room and let you down over the bench that was there. You were about to sit and take his erection on your mouth but he pushed you back down.

"Who told you you could move?" he asked. The answer was implied in his voice. The atmosphere changed, he was in control now. Your teasing wouldn't affect him anymore. You rubbed your thighs in expectation.

You observed him as he slowly walked to close the doors -the one that gave you access to the reception and the back door you just crossed- and then he kneeled between your legs. The fact that you two were already naked saved some time.

He started circling your clit with his still wet fingers. You started whimpering after a minute, his calloused hand was doing wonders on your body. He pushed his middle finger inside you and kept rubbing your clit with his thumb. He moved his finger in circles inside you, enjoying your moans and your walls clenching his digit. He added his point finger in and sucked your clit on his mouth one time after another until you were almost screaming.

"Fuck, that feels so good," you whined.

If he just moved his fingers a bit faster you would…

He stopped and pulled his fingers out to stand up. When you looked at him he took his fingers to his mouth and sucked your juices from them slowly and pumped his dick with his other hand, putting on a show for you.

"Suck," he said as he pushed his fingers with precum on your mouth.

You obliged. You hollowed your cheeks and suck his fingers, moving your tongue around so you cleaned them perfectly.

"You'll have to do much better than this if you wanna cum," he said like he was disappointed.

He was over you kissing you again, his tongue took your breath away. You could feel his dick against your belly, it was so hot and leaking a bit. Your mouth watered at the thought of having it on your mouth. Subconsciously your hand moved to grab his dick but he stopped you.

"It seems you don't understand you can't move unless I say so," he said. He took a belt from a bathrobe and tied your hands together with it. You whined at the restriction and pouted at him.

"Bad girls don't deserve a nice treatment," he said. "And you're a bad girl."

"I'll do better next time," you said with a pout still on your mouth.

He pulled from the belt to make you sit. Your mouth was an inch away from his cock but you stood still. You had to be a good girl.

"Suck me off," he ordered.

It was almost a relief to have his dick on your mouth. You felt the bitterness of precum at the end of your throat and the salty taste of the waters you were in minutes ago. You could barely fit it in -it was logical that such a big man had a big dick- but you still tried. You bobbed your head back and forward and twirled your tongue around his length. He cupped your breasts and pinched your nipples, your muffled moans caused a nice tickling sensation on his penis.

"This is what it takes for you to shut up, uh?" he thrusted into your mouth a few times, going deeper each time.

He growled when he pushed just a bit further than the back of your throat. You resisted your gag reflex and deepthroated him as tiny tears formed in the corner of your eyes. It wasn't unpleasant, it felt good and despite his size he was being careful, which only added to your overwhelming sensation of arousal.

You needed some kind of relief. You needed to be touched or to have Benimaru inside you, but considering his dick was still on your mouth that wasn't an option. So you touched yourself, lucky you had your hands tied in front of your body. It didn't take long for him to realize and take a step back. He sighed and looked down to you, his long hair covering most of his face. You froze as soon as he looked at you.

"On your hands and knees," he whispered.

You obeyed and smiled to yourself at his bored tone. Because his eyes were lit up, he was having fun.

You positioned yourself as you could in the little bench and waited. His big hand was over your ass just rubbing it and squeezing. Then he raised his hand and slapped you.

"Fuck," you moaned.

"I thought you would be able to take orders given your past," he said as he rubbed your skin again. "I guess not."

He slapped your ass again and you moaned. He used one hand to rub your abused skin and the other to tease your entrance. You cried at his touch, your walls were clamping around nothing.

"Ple-please," you cried when he slapped you again.

His fingers were on your clit now, circling it and his thumb was going up and down on your pussy but not inside.

"Do you think you're in position to ask something, you slut?" he bent down to talk to your ear and you got chills.

He slapped your ass again and he could see his palm marked on your skin on a little prominence. He used his fingers again to stretch your pussy and you moaned, his fingers felt good but you weren't full, you needed more.

"More, please," you asked for it. You could talk now that you didn't have his huge dick on your mouth.

He made you turn around again so he could look at your face as he finally gave you what you wanted: his dick inside you. Your face and moans were a mixture between pleasure and relief. And he was having fun. Real fun and enjoyment, not like other times he met someone to satisfy his needs.

He felt your legs trembling and your hips were moving frantically, not matching his movements anymore. So he stopped. You whined and wiggle your hips to get him to move again.

"If you don't stay still I'll walk out through that door right now," he warned.

You sighed, tears threatened to fall from your eyes again. He traced patterns on your thighs with his fingers and observed how you put your tied hands over your eyes. It was taking all of your will to not move. He was stretching you so nicely, you swear you could even feel the shape of his veins on your walls, you felt full and almost satisfied. When he no longer felt the insistent clenching of your walls on his dick, he bent down and took one of your nipples on his mouth. You cursed out loud when he took your bud gently between his teeth. You never expected a tough man like him to be so gentle. Your climax was gone again but it wouldn't take much to build it back up. Benimaru put his mouth to work on your other nipple and gave a gentle thrust that caused you to moan again. How could he stay still being balls deep into you? How could he resist the urge to just chase his climax?

He thrusted again and you felt tight, like your pussy was accustomed to him not moving. It felt good, you fit on him like a glove, just like the right amount of pressure to not fall off. He circled your clit with his fingers again and you locked your legs embracing his hips again to have him deeper inside. He kissed you again and put his arm around your waist to hold you up against him and then your back hit a wall. You throw your hands behind his head to use his shoulders for support and adjust your hold on his hips before he started to thrust again. But this time he wasn't so gentle. He was going fast and strong, his tip touched your g spot every few times and you bit his neck to muffle your moans.

"It will take more than that to mark me," he said in an arrogant tone.

You huffed. You would be all marked up tomorrow with shapes of fingers and hands: on your waist, on your thighs, your ass. You heated your wrists enough to burn the belt restricting your movements and scratched his back with force. Your walls clenched when you heard him growl. That much will do to mark him, so you'll do it again.

His thrusts were reckless and he changed his angle from time to time. He held your waist with one arm and the other was on your leg, spreading it apart for him to get liberty with his movements.

"I'm so so close," you cried in his ear.

He knew it, he could feel it. His dick was being pressed hard in your pussy and it felt better than ever. It wouldn't take much for him to cum either. He kneeled and let your body down on the floor in front of him to take your legs and put in on his shoulders so he could thrust in a different position. Your back arched out of sheer pleasure and you moaned his name again. You couldn’t even warn him that you were on your climax before it happened, you just took his arm and scratched him even harder than before. Fucks and oh-s left your mouth each time his dick rubbed your cervix. You notice he was slowing down and you knew what he was thinking.

“Fill me up,” you said in a lustful voice. “Fill me up, please,” you used your heels to push him back to you.

He didn’t doubt anymore. He was back with his merciless thrusts, balls deep into you again. His dick was a bit harder to take after your orgasm but you couldn’t complain. You just wanted him to cum inside you and you even might be able to cum again just from the thought of if it. He found an angle in which both were moaning and he kept going strong. Your legs were trembling again and he felt tiredness on his muscles too. So he buried his cock on you a few more times and the little hold he had on his body snapped. He cummed inside you and you had another orgasm when you felt his semen filling you up.

After a minute he pulled out and collapsed by your side, both of you were struggling to catch your breath. You could just fall asleep there, or maybe in the warm water? As you weighed your options, Benimaru got up and walked outside and back. He kneeled by your side and cleaned you up.

"Oh, aren't you a gentleman?" you teased him. But you were grateful he wasn't a jerk as he looked he could be.

"Shut up," he said.

He cleaned himself and got dressed. You heard him talk with the old lady manager, asking for water and something to eat.

"There's a private room, you can stay here tonight if you're tired," he said as he observed you get dressed.

"Will you stay with me?" you smiled.

"Who knows," he answered and left.

You followed him to the private room where he was already sitting and eating. You took a seat in front of him and ate too. With a bit of teasing and other bit of luck maybe you could get a second round.

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akitohsworld · 3 years

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Disclaimer: So thank the horny God's I'm back! Don't we all love depressive hiatuses? We do, we do. So I hope y'all like this, I love me some bratty, shady wizard boi. Am I a simp? Yes, yes I am.

Warning: NSFW, smut, humping, teasing, very light humiliation, bunny costume

Bet. (Sub!Solomon X GN!Reader)

"Mnh fuck-", Solomon took in a sharp breath when your thumb rolled over his clothed tip in a circular motion.

Your lips pursed up in a smirk. "What's wrong bunny? Having second thoughts?"

He could be so cute. Although, being a brat just seemed more fun to him most of the time (a pity, really). Not that you minded, breaking him down into obedience was one of your pleasures after all. But moments like these were also nice for a change..

"Nnh hah W-hatever ..you're talking a-hn-bout", Solomon's pants underlined his neediness even more as his hips bucked up against your palm, reacting to your cold lips pressing against his collarbone.

It had been especially cold the past few weeks...

In a few days would be Valentine's day. Then this little bet of yours would be over. And one of you would have to admit defeat and fulfill a random request, or task or it could be whatever really.

"You think I'm not capable of holding off a few weeks?", Solomon had asked rather cockily.

Your hands had stroked through his locks in a loving, contemplating way before saying: "Hmm nope."

And Solomon, being the sneaky wizard he was, came up with a bet. Declaring you to fall into temptation first.

The rules were simple: 'No orgasms until Valentine's day.'

But it was allowed to make the other fall into temptation. In fact, that's probably what made this so entertaining in the first place. It was cute, really. Solomon was so set on making you eat your words that he deliberately tried to seduce you in every way he could.

But then one day, particularly this day, you visited purgatory hall for a proposed study session with Simeon and Luke, only to find Solomon all dressed up in a nice little bunny costume, which, by the way, hugged his waist and features so tightly you decided to ultimately end this game on the spot, and show him how dead wrong he was about your motives.

You indulged him for a while, letting him straddle you at random, taking in the view when the towel just had to slip, savouring the lascivious pictures meant to tease you just enough to come to him. All of which you resisted. After all, you wanted to have fun as much as you could.

He gripped onto the soft cushion of the couch as he leaned back more, pressing his back into it.

A laugh escaped him, turning into a moan. "Y-you must ngh be pretty desperate to... pounce on me like this..."

"Hmm, I don't remember giving you a free pass to be a brat, Sol," you palmed his strained erection, grinding into it decisively, making him groan and tense up even more. Your other hand grabbed his chin, thumb sliding over his swollen bottom lip. He had been biting it to stifle the moans.

You closed in on his face, eyes following his every expression, every movement. He looked so fucked out, almost desperate, as if he wanted to be ravished right now. Hooded eyes rolling back at the skillful movement and pressure your fingers applied to his clothed cock, ragged breaths tinting the air and dishelved locks adorned by contrasting black bunny ears falling into his face. All coming together in a delicious, submissive picture. He was close to give in. You could tell.

Oh how you wanted to devour him.

But no. You'd have him at your mercy first.

You retracted your hand, eliciting a low whine from him, replacing it with your knee instead and spreading his legs apart.

"Wh-"

"My lovely, lovely bunny~," you grinded into him.

"Hah fu- mnh-", his lips parted at yours softly moving against his.

You nibbled at the softness before proceeding to grind into him once again as your tongue slid into his mouth. Gracing his in a soft but firm manner, hands embracing his neck, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss.

"Mmnh.. hah.."

Solomon bucked his hips against your leg. His cock twitching against your thigh when his hands finally grabbed onto your ass, grinding his aching member against you for more friction.

You smiled for a brief moment, revelling in the feeling of his desperate movements against your body. You had him now.

A moan pressed to your lips, your sex twitched down under but you ignored it.

You were not yet satisfied.

A string of saliva connected you both as you parted, relishing in his dishevelled appearance for a moment.

"(y/N)", he whined.

"What?", you asked breathily, when an innocent smile traced your lips, "Something the matter, bunny?"

"I..mngh", he pressed into your thigh on his own.

"Oh?", you held onto his locks, harshly pulling back, forcing him to meet your eyes, "So you want to hump my leg, is that it?"

He shot you a clouded, cocky grin. "You look very happy about that."

"Do I now?", your fingers traced his neck in a contemplating way and his breath hitched. "A leash would have fit you so well too. But oh well, bunnies don't get leashes," you traced his lips, "They work for their pleasure all on their own."

With that you sat down beside him, leaving him with a puzzled and almost disappointed expression on his face.

He just stared at you, laboured breathing leaving his lips for a moment.

His face lit up as he seemed to grasp the meaning of your words.

"So, you're still going to make me work for it?" He straddled your thigh seductively. "Even though, I'm so readily submitting like a good bunny?" His lips formed a small pout, bunny ears swaying slightly to the side.

It took everything not to laugh at his expression. How childish~.

You grabbed onto his hips.

"Humour me, Solomon."

He murmured something to the effect of 'no fair' and wasted no time pressing his clothed erection against you. The damp spot smeared against your thigh. His brows furrowed when you flexed it to give him more friction, hands guiding his hips for the same purpose.

"Fuck hah (y/N)..," he grabbed onto your shoulders, then neck.

"Hm?"

His cock twitched visibly under the fabric as your finger experimentally flicked against the tip.

"I want to mark you...mnh please (y/N)," he made sure to moan that last one out in an overerotic tone. You just rolled your eyes at him playfully. But complied with him anyway.

After all, he would be losing the bet. So why not indulge him a little bit?

Your head turned slightly while his hands grabbed onto your lower back to rub himself harder against your thigh, moaning into your neck and sucking at the skin.

A pleased sigh escaped you, which seemed to spur him on, pants becoming more and more laboured. His movements becoming more aggressive to speed up, but your hands kept guiding him in a more steady pace to drag it out a bit longer.

"(y/N) please," he begged in a daze as he gazed at you through his lashes.

"Aren't you a needy bunny~", you teased, sucking at his nape and leaving a mark, making him shudder. "Adorable."

"More hah please more," his grip on you tightened around you as he buried his face in your neck, the bunny ears tickling your cheeks.

"Hmm~ Maybe if my bunny begs a little more."

"Hah mnh please, please (y/N) let me cum," his fingers traced under your shirt, caressing the sensitive skin, making you suck in a sharp breath.

Good God, this man was so good at begging.

"Mnh.. who is my cute little bunny?"

"I ammn", you let go of his hips, and grabbed onto his ass instead as you let him rub against your thigh faster, panting growing laboured and moans and groans spilling out of his lips. "I hah..am ahh your cute little bunny-"

Solomon tensed up, clawing at your back and thrusting harder and faster against your thigh, biting back a moan, when you mindlessly rubbed and slapped his ass.

"I- mn want.. need oh-"

You pulled his head back from the crook of your neck, fingers buried in his locks. "Hm?"

"Cum hah I want to cum, please"

You smirked, holding his head in place to see his expression. "Then cum, my bunny."

He thrust hard a few more times, fingers clenching at your shoulders as he spilled loud guttural moans in praise.

"ohH hah nh- (y/N)", his lips parted as he threw his head further back, followed by his body jolting in spurts against you, something wet staining your clothed thigh. "Hah.."

As soon as you let go of his head he collapsed onto you, head resting on your shoulder and hoarse pants leaving his glistening lips.

You lovingly stroked his locks, then kissed his head. "What a good bunny. You did amazing, love."

A low chuckle vibrated through him. "The risk I took was calculated... But man am I bad at math"

You laughed. "Are you talking about the bet?"

Solomon hummed, arms snaking around your waist, readjusting his position as he relaxed against you. "I can only imagine what you'll make me do... ," he breathed out tiredly.

Your lips curled upwards in a mischievous smile. "Well for now I'll devour my cute, shady bunny~,". you pushed him down on his back, gaining a surprised gasp. "Don't tell me you didn't see that coming?"

"Wha-," his face flushed redder in surprise as he looked up at you.

"It would be a waste not to use this opportunity, don't you think?" Your hands found the hem of his clothes. "Now. Where were we...?"

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rosaliepostsstuff · 3 years

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Sol et luna — The Sun and the Moon | G.W.

(Soulmate!AU)

pairing: George Weasley x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of food and eating, alcohol, vague mention of sex, insecurity

summary: You head out to the countryside with your friends, renting a cabin by the lake for two weeks, during which you notice a correlation between yours and George’s soulmate tattoos, unsure what to do about it.

word count: 9130

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a/n: This took me so much time and effort, I’d appreciate any kind of feedback, thank you!

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You gazed out of the car window, sitting in one of the back passenger’s seats. The journey was pleasant, a nice prologue to the vacation you were about to begin – Ginny, Hermione, Angelina and Alicia, your travel companions sharing snacks and blasting muggle pop songs while singing along.

Natural curiosity made you wonder what the atmosphere was like, in the other car – which Fred, George, Lee, Harry and Ron travelled by. They had been driving behind you for some distance, before passing you by and disappearing in the distance – you supposed Fred had a bit too much fun behind the wheel.

It seemed like you’d be lucky with the weather for most of the two weeks of your stay at the cabin – that day was pleasantly warm with just a bit of refreshing wind, and the Sun was shining beautifully in the bright, blue sky.

The whole area around the place you were supposed to be staying at was just stunning. The cabin was by the lake, surrounded by nature, with just a small village nearby – no noise, no pollution – it was really going to be a great vacation.

When you arrived at your destination, the boys’ car was already vacated, parked in the front, some distance from the cabin.

“Took you long enough!” Lee commented, emerging from the front door after hearing the commotion of your group unloading the car. “Why such a hurry?” asked Ginny, pulling her last bag out of the trunk and stepping aside to make room for you. “Yeah, we had a great time..” added Angelina, already carrying her bags inside, and shrugged at him defiantly.

You made it inside with your heavy luggage and did not hesitate to dump it on the floor right after you entered, to have a look around the place. The layout was quite modern – the front door opened into a great open space, which still had a cosy feeling to it. Complete with a lounge area, a dining table to fit all of you, and an open, yet a bit secluded kitchen. Directly opposite the front door, on the far end of the room was a large, glass sliding door, giving you a preview of the back of the house, where you could see a deck, complete with a furniture set. Looking at all the spaces, you couldn’t help but imagine small moments you could have throughout the following fortnight, what sharing a house with your friends would be like.

Most of your friends were downstairs, you heard their bickering in the background as you debated just taking half of your baggage to then come back for the rest, when George approached you, without you noticing. “Want any help?” he asked, with no tease to his tone, nor any exaggerated kindness – merely, as if giving a helping hand was the simplest thing in the world. “Uhm…” you stammered, knowing well you did - but also thinking, you could do this on your own just fine.

George, evidently bored of waiting for your reply for more than two seconds, grabbed the bags with a scoff and a small smile. “Thank you,” you said, genuinely, signalling you had not lost your ability to speak too.

Walking out the back, onto the deck, you could see Fred by the lake. You took a moment, standing by the bannister – listening to the sounds – the very faint sound of water moved by the gentle wind, soft rustle of tree leaves and the birdsongs, undisturbed by anything. You could smell the grass, the trees, the flowers around, as well as the lake water.

You walked down the wooden steps and through the grass field, to the lake, to have a closer look.

Fred was skipping stones, he turned around for a moment when you walked up and smiled, acknowledging your presence – then continued. You watched him closely – there was something satisfying and soothing about skipping rocks, yet you were never able to do that yourself. No matter how many times it was explained to you, you had barely succeeded a couple of times in your life. You’d prefer to avoid sharing that fact about yourself - so for now, you just enjoyed watching Fred do it.

As he threw another rock, it splashed a bit, startling you. You winced a bit at the sudden contact of the cold water against your exposed legs – Fred snickered at you, and you heard George laugh, as he was approaching from behind.

Seeing him once you turned around, you felt the sudden need to explain yourself. “It’s cold,” you said sheepishly, a bit embarrassed, and followed with a chuckle. George scoffed, grinning. “Don’t give us any ideas,” Fred feign-threatened with a mischievous smile, yet you didn’t understand him. “…or you might end up finding yourself in the water,” George followed, looking you straight in the eye with the same expression. You felt a shiver down your spine.

“You wouldn’t…” you pointed out, wanting to believe that and crossed your arms over your chest. Fred and George knew a boundary. Right? George shrugged, continuing his act as he walked up to you. “We’ve got two whole weeks, love,” he said melodically and squeezed you against his side, way tighter than necessary.

When Angelina, Ginny and Harry came back from a grocery run, they gathered the whole house to take a walk around the area together.

Each step you took was as easy as if it was weightless; soaking up the views around you, you breathed in an immense sense of freedom, unobstructed by anything. You had left all worries, responsibilities and expectations at home. The sounds of the surrounding nature paired with the footsteps of the nine people around you were like music to your ears.

“Look, a tree!” Fred gasped in the most obnoxious way, pointing at one, with many other trees around you. Fred Weasley would never admit to be enjoying himself on a simple walk and he evidently found the tranquillity too boring. You could almost feel Angelina’s eye roll to your side before he spoke again.

“Merlin’s beard, a rock!” he exclaimed with another gasp as he looked to the side of the path, keeping his acting level high. “We get it, Weasley, no need to keep going,” Alicia told him. “No, I don’t think you do,” he replied, and the conversation continued.

You smiled to yourself, realising that the two weeks with all of your favourite fools has officially started and you couldn’t wait to see what it would bring.

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The next day you woke up quite early, while your roommate, Alicia was still out in her bed. Walking downstairs, you saw that you weren’t the first one up in the house.

Hermione was strutting around the kitchen in her pyjama and dressing gown, with her hair up a bit messily, most likely making breakfast for herself. Sitting by the kitchen island over a bowl of cereal, was George Weasley.

“Morning,” you said quite cheerfully and Hermione said it back with a smile, while George just lifted the fingers of one of his hands in a lazy greeting. The kitchen was neat, all cleaned up after you all had dinner together last night, in a family-like atmosphere. So you fixed a quick breakfast with a mug of warming tea for yourself, and sat down by the island counter too.

Day two was pretty slow, you could tell everyone was just enjoying being able to do nothing, away from home. After lunch, you sat out on the deck with a coffee, following a game of cards played by the boys. It wasn’t a game you knew before, so you did not join them, but enjoyed watching from the sidelines instead, secretly rooting for whoever was doing the best each round and slowly memorising the rules.

Hermione enjoyed reading outside most of the afternoon, unbothered by anything or anyone – one could feel a bit calmer just by looking at her, in her element. Angelina on the other hand, felt inspired to move her usual workout routine out onto the grass, then hung out inside after a shower. Alicia turned back to her old hobby of drawing – Ginny, energetic by nature, seemed to be everywhere at once.

You had volunteered to prepare dinner for everyone that evening, and so did George Weasley. Happy to not have to do everything by yourself, you wondered how much experience he had in the kitchen, it was something you’ve never talked about – maybe he’d inherited Molly’s skills?

Frankly, you’ve never really had much opportunity to hang out with or even talk to George without anyone else around. It only made you more happy and excited – getting to know your friends more personally being added to the list of this vacation’s benefits.

You found George already in the kitchen, examining the contents of the fridge. During a short conversation to decide what you were going to make, you were able to deduce, he did know his way around the kitchen pretty well - just not Molly’s level quite yet.

It seemed that awkward silence did not exist around George Weasley, though it felt odd having such a simple chat with him – just about what’s been going on recently in your lives, or what you were hoping to do throughout the rest of the stay.

As you finished one step of the recipe, you moved over to stand next to George to help him out. You began to peel some veggies for him to chop, when you noticed the tattoo on the front of his left forearm. It caught your eye because it was similar to yours - well visible on your right forearm, resting next to his above the countertop. You found it quite funny at first.

But then you had a closer look.

Your soulmate tattoo. It had appeared on your 18th birthday, and you were pretty lucky it did. According to folktales, one’s soulmate tattoo would appear on midnight of their birthday – but it was never mentioned which one. Some people found out much later in life, some already married and with kids, having married said soulmate or not, some people would die before theirs would etch into their skin.

Yet yours had appeared. Half a full Moon, cut off with a clean line, facing your palm.

His – half a Sun, cut with a clean line, facing up, towards his elbow.

He noticed that you had stopped working. Out of the corner of his eye, he had noticed the two tattoos as well - and once he followed your gaze, he knew, you’d been staring at them.

Would George Weasley be your soulmate? How could he? - it didn’t make any sense. Sure, you got along fine, but you were both so different. What could he possibly see in a girl like you? Not just appearance-wise, but personality. He was wild, funny, charismatic – a breath of fresh air on a hot, sultry day; a rainbow on the plain sky. In comparison to him, you were boring. You’d never even considered George as anything more than a friend, he was just out of your league.

“…Are they… matching?” he asked very slowly.

It was over now. Once he became aware of the similarity, or rather the correlation, the matter became serious, disallowing you to just put it away, until you’d figured out how you feel about it. Did they?

“I- uh… I dunno…” you muttered, struck dumb. “They have to, they wouldn’t-…” George stammered, thinking way quicker than he was able to speak. “They wouldn’t be that similar if they weren’t supposed to match, would they..?” he noted with some confidence in his voice, only making you all the more nervous.

He took notice of your silence and frown, and waited a few seconds more, hoping to see just a glint of enthusiasm break out on your face - but it didn’t.

“You’re disappointed…” he said quietly, almost as if he was talking to himself. “No,” you denied almost immediately, shocked by his statement. You, disappointed with him? How much you’d give for a guy like George to see you, to really see you. “No, I-… just thought you probably are,” you mumbled quietly, trailing off the sentence, wishing for that conversation to just stop.

George caught on, however, he opened his mouth to speak, to express himself, but he really didn’t know how – your words just puzzled him. Why would you immediately assume he’d be disappointed to have you as his match?

“We should really get on with it, it’s gonna overcook…” you concluded firmly, glancing at the pot on the stove, closing the previous topic. George didn’t feel in place to drag it further since you clearly didn’t wish to talk. But he was really not pleased with how that conversation had gone, and it left him with this uneasy feeling somewhere in his chest, eating away at him.

—⒊—

It seemed as if your mind was permanently clouded now. You kept shifting between obsessively thinking, about what George being your soulmate would mean, and not believing it was true at all. The Sun and the Moon?

But he was right, the tattoos wouldn’t have that much of a correlation if they weren’t a pair. And as you kept going in circles, each time you came to this conclusion, you felt the nervousness start to take over. How were you supposed to act around him now? Because of that, subconsciously and without thinking, you avoided him – just to not have to wonder about what your interactions should look like.

George gave you space, you were glad he didn’t try to corner you, but during dinners you’d feel his glances on you from time to time - as if he was trying to see through you, to find out what was going through your mind.

It’s been two days, spent awkwardly avoiding George with your eyes every time everyone ate together. Two days of trying to appear busy at all times, so that no one would notice that something’s troubling you, and ask about it.

That night you had trouble falling asleep, your distressed mind wasn’t helping you. The air inside felt stuffy, even with the window open. You gave up, for the time being, kicked off your blanket, put on your slippers. The main room was semi-dark illuminated by strong moonlight coming through the large windows. The Moon was full that night.

Upon opening the glass door you welcomed the slight chill on your skin, taking a deep breath of fresh air. You turned around to close the door behind you when a voice spoke to you.

“Hi,” said George softly, sitting to the side on one of the outside sofas. Your heart almost stopped when you noticed him - the one person you tried to avoid, and you knew it was too late to run away. “Hey,” you replied with a defeated smile, wondering if he was aware. He gestured to the seat next to him, smiling at you, almost shyly.

You were glad the only light came from the Moon in the sky because you could feel yourself shaking slightly, as you walked up to him and took the spot. You sat down and looked ahead, fiddling with your fingers in your lap. You could smell his scent, feel his presence right next to you and it felt like too much to bear, too personal.

“Haven’t seen you around much lately…” he began, vaguely, and you could sense what he was thinking. “I wasn’t avoiding you..!” you blurted without thinking, only realising afterwards, that it made it sound exactly as if you were. He hummed shortly, biting his lip with a small frown.

You sighed deeply and said, “I wasn’t avoiding you,” truthfully, making sure to accentuate the last word. Because you weren’t, you were only avoiding your cluelessness which took over you while you were around him. “Oh,” he replied after a second upon working out what you meant, “…okay,” but did not ask further.

“You know, nothing has to change,” he began, and you turned to him to listen intently. “I mean, don’t force anything. We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” he continued, bringing you some comfort, yet simultaneously a bit of confusion – what was the custom when finding out you were soulmates with someone? Did people usually throw themselves at each other immediately, that’s why he was saying that?

“We can take this slow, alright?.. Figuring out this whole- ‘soulmate’ thing.” You nodded, not sure what to say, crossing your arms over your chest as the slight chill of the night started getting to you. George looked at you for a bit, thinking, then lifted his arm gently, inviting you in. You ignored the small voice in the back of your head and scootched closer, allowing yourself to be embraced. For the first time, somewhere in the back of your mind, you welcomed the thought of having him as a soulmate.

You stared up at the Moon and it seemed to be staring back. You just couldn’t decide if it was taunting you – pointing out your silly overthinking, or rather comforting you in a motherly way, feeling partially responsible for binding your fate with the one of the man next to you. Why was it the Moon? The Sun – it fit George. Blinding you, only allowing to be admired from afar, yet never to be looked at directly.

“I’d like you to feel comfortable with me… so, whatever’s troubling you, I’m here,” George said with such sincerity, it sent shivers down your back. “… but no pressure,” he hasted to add with a chuckle.

“Thanks, uhm-…” You wondered, would he want to confide in you? “...Same to you.”

—⒋—

The following day, you woke up lighter in spirit. Knowing you could give yourself the time you needed, gradually lifted off the pressure of figuring out where you were standing.

After breakfast, when your friends were occupied inside or still sleeping, you decided to go out into the backyard. As always, welcomed by the birdsongs, you allowed your eyes to feast upon the views for a moment.

Without much thought, you walked up to the lake and as if it were mandatory, crouched to dip the very tips of your fingers in the water.

You saw the rocks by the edge of the water and stared at them for a moment, debating. Fully prepared to fail, you picked a flat-looking one and got up. You took a deep breath, then swinging your wrist – threw it, and with a loud ‘plonk’ it went down.

You heard a muffled snicker behind your back and you turned around instantly, to see George there. “How does this keep happening?!” you exclaimed, as he walked up to you without being able to hold back his grin. “What do you mean?” “You keep walking up behind me without me noticing..!” you explained, beginning to laugh and he chuckled quietly, shaking his head. “I walked out soon after you because I was bored inside, but I couldn’t help myself when I realised you didn’t see me,” George explained, and you accepted it.

“You need to swing it like this,” he instructed with a demonstration. “I know, that’s what I did,” you replied defensively, certain that all the rocks in the world just had a pact against you, not allowing you to skip them.

“Look,” George said, showing you once again how to do it. His rock skipped so many times, you lost count.

“Now you try and let me see,” he told you, watching you closely. You felt a bit of pressure, but even though you knew you’d fail again, you tried. And the rock sunk.

“Is that okay if I show you?” he asked and you didn’t understand at first, before he made a move to stand behind you with one hand on your shoulder and the other over your hand, but waited until you replied.

“O-okay,” you stammered, so he picked out a rock to hand it to you, then moulded your body into the right posture, to then help you throw the rock. You noticed how tiny your hand was in comparison to his. To your amazement, it skipped a solid 4 times.

Both his hands were on your shoulders when you turned around and smiled, beaming at him, and he thought he could get used to it.

“Do you want to try on your own?” he asked, but you couldn’t get a word out, because you didn’t. He nodded, holding back a smirk, then repeated the whole process, and the throw was successful again.

You did try throwing by yourself after that and it was as if the curse has been lifted. Thanks to George you got the swing of it, with each time it seemed easier and easier, and you did better and better.

In a moment of confidence you joked about having a contest – and George, being George, wouldn’t let you back down. But he’d also let his rocks sink right away from time to time on purpose, to then pretend he didn’t know what happened.

“Thank you,” you said sweetly, on your way back towards the entrance. It was amazing how nice it felt to be taught something, by someone, who didn’t make you feel inferior. “Anytime,” he replied. “But tell anyone about this…” you changed your tone, to feign seriousness for that threat.

“What’re you gonna do to me, huh?”

A certain sense of companionship was formed between you and George from that moment on, some type of feeling, quite hard to describe.

Your relationship was an odd one now. In any other circumstances, the two of you wouldn’t be close enough to really know you could depend on each other, trust each other with anything. But such a simple thing as a possibility, that you could be destined for each other - by fate, or magic, or whatever it was – changed everything.

You also found yourself paying more attention to him – catching yourself pointing out all the small things you liked about him, in your head. Like his soothing voice, or the facial expressions he’d make.

George sat in a chair next to you during dinner that afternoon. Again – previously, you would’ve seen it as a coincidence, but now you knew it wasn’t. Maybe the fact that you had been the first one to sit down and all the other chairs were empty, contributed.

There were moments where it felt like the two of you were sitting in a separate little room, surrounded by invisible walls. Nobody else noticed when George accidentally made a piece of salad fly right onto his shirt, while you stifled a chuckle – earning a light shove to your legs underneath the table. Throughout the whole meal, from time to time you’d hear him mutter jokes or anecdotes about his brothers when they spoke, while more of your stifled chuckles served as a reward for him.

The next day, Friday, it was very warm right from the morning, and it was only getting warmer as the Sun kept rising. By the time everyone was up and breakfasted, the weather was just perfect to enjoy the lake.

Once you walked out the back door in your swimsuit, you felt a bit more self-conscious about being so exposed – more so than usual, not really understanding the reason behind it.

After setting up your towel next to Angelina, you were content to spend some time just lounging there, maybe reading a bit, while the girl went off into the water.

As you followed her with your eyes, your gaze ended up on George, far away from the shore. His hair soaking wet, water dripping down his face with pure happiness written all over it, with his contagious, soul-lifting smile.

You couldn’t help your eyes wandering down a bit – you’ve had a few opportunities to see George shirtless before, you were perfectly aware of how fit he was. Why was he making such an impression on you now, then?

He turned his head all of a sudden, making you freeze as he caught your eye. He sent a cheeky wink in your direction, with a grin, and you quickly dropped your head. Ugh, why have you done that? It was simply the most awkward thing you could do. But what should you have done? Smile? Wink back? Why did this man have to be so forward, making you flustered?

When you looked back up, he was occupied by something else, once again.

The next day, a few of your other friends and some people invited by the boys were to come by for a party that evening. There were a few more of them than you had expected, most you haven’t even seen before.

The party wasn’t concentrated in one part of the house, there were people all over – you spent the majority of the evening out on the deck with your closest friends and a light drink in hand.

Music was blasting from the inside, but you enjoyed your time away from the main crowd. Your housemates were scattered all over, you saw most of them at least for brief moments – the deck was where everyone headed to cool down.

Once it was dark and the chill started setting in, you came back inside. Seeing George with a group of people – who you assumed were his friends – felt odd. For a second, a thought crossed your mind, that you should be spending this time with him. Everything indicated that you were his soulmates, so you should be bonding, should you not? Why was he in the presence of some other girls, then?

But you shook that off – it was irrational. George was his own person who could have his own friends. Hell, you couldn’t even be sure if he was single..! You stopped your brain from going down that path too, grabbing something to drink, and approached some of your other mates.

For the rest of the night, however, you couldn’t help but sneak glances at him. It was natural, he looked so good. How could you not have noticed he was that handsome, throughout all those years? And the outfit he had on didn’t help in keeping your eyes away, either.

What you didn’t notice, though, was that his gaze landed on you, from time to time, too. Not once at the same time as you, not once catching your eye, no matter how badly he wanted to. But you just seemed totally uninterested in him.

—⒌—

The next morning, you left your room in your PJs. You passed by Ginny, sitting in the lounge room with a newspaper, lazily skimming the articles. Going into the kitchen, you noticed George having breakfast there, with some girl sitting next to him, leaning into his personal space a bit.

You tensed a bit, feeling hot all of a sudden. Did she spend the night with him, then? Why else would she be there right now? Most people have left right after the party.

“Morning,” George greeted you with a small smile. You almost smiled back genuinely, but then the girl greeted you as well. She was very pretty. “Hi,” you replied, forcing a polite smile, before you turned your back to them, to prepare your breakfast.

The girl continued her sweet talk, trying to keep up the conversation by asking about his shop. She flirted without any shyness, not caring that they weren’t alone in the room. You envied her in a way, you could never bring that kind of confidence out of yourself.

George didn’t seem interested, though. You supposed she wasn’t his friend, after all, but someone else’s and just taken a fancy in him. But the way she talked did not strike with much intelligence.

You dragged out making your food, not wanting to sit down with them, making the situation feel even more awkward. Luckily, once George finished eating, they both went away somewhere. And you didn’t want to think about her all throughout your breakfast, but it was very hard not to.

“Too bad I didn’t wait with having my breakfast,” George said sliding into the seat next to you, startling you a bit. “Why?” you asked, with a slight tone of confusion. “So that I could have it with you,” he replied cheerfully.

“Bimbo not entertaining enough?” you said, regretting it instantly. “Ooof,” you practically heard his shit-eating grin, not daring to look at him as you bit your tongue.

“Aww, are you jealous?” he asked merrily, leaning on the counter, trying to get you to look at him. “No, I have no reason to be.” “If you say so,” he almost sang, teasingly.

“How did you sleep?” you tried desperately to change the topic. It was only afterwards that you realised you could’ve made it even more awkward if he had slept with that girl. “Alright. Can’t sleep for too long after having a bit to drink, though. How about you?” “Yeah, alright too,” you replied, and had no more ideas as to what to say.

Once again surprising you by doing things not at all out of the ordinary, George invited you to have some tea with him outside.

You set your mug of tea down on the table out on the deck, but you stood there for a bit, with your arms crossed on your chest.

“What is it?” George asked, having already sat down on the sofa. “It’s a bit colder than I thought, with the wind. I think I’m gonna run up quickly and get something more to wear.” “There’s my jumper laying somewhere in the lounge, you can take it if you want,” he offered, surprising you a bit. But you did want to.

“Okay, thanks,” you said, turning to the door. “You can put it on in front of the bimbo,” he said after you with a sly smile, making you shake your head, holding back a grin.

But you did, feeling a bit guilty about this childish behaviour. Just a bit, though – it was satisfying.

It gave you a bit of a boost in confidence – and since you were wearing his jumper already, why shouldn’t you sit down right next to him? That’s when you realised – you felt comfortable around George, inside and out. None of it was awkward – the silence, all the things you did or didn’t say; your morning hair or your oily face you haven’t washed yet after waking up.

“It’s been a week now,” George conversed.

Since you noticed your tattoos? That’s a bit of an exaggeration…

“Since we’ve come here,” he added, noticing your puzzled expression. “Have you enjoyed your stay so far?” “It’s gone by quickly,” you replied, frankly, frowning a bit. You didn’t know where all the days have gone. “Oh, we’ve still got a week,” he tried comforting you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Yeah, we do…” you replied, deep in thought, leaning more into his side.

The fact that a full week has gone by was worrying you, that the second one would pass just as quickly. What could you do, to use it to its fullest?

You did not have to wait long for an opportunity to present itself.

Overall, since that conversation on the deck on Sunday morning, George and you would hang out more. Just like the previous day, late in the evening, already in your PJs, you sat with him at the dining table playing various Wizarding games.

You were starting to feel tiredness get to you, everyone else in the house had already gone to their rooms for the night, and your laughs were often followed by yawns you tried hard to suppress.

“Let’s go for a walk,” George suggested out of the blue once you finished a game. “What?” you questioned, wondering if he was just joking. “I don’t wanna go to sleep yet, the night’s warm… let’s go for a walk.”

You studied his face for a moment, but he appeared absolutely serious, looking at you back with a small smile. You glanced outside through the great sliding doors, as if to check if it was really dark, despite knowing the time, then at your attire.

“Go get changed, I’ll wait here,” he convinced you.

Once you were out of his sight you ran up to your room as quick and quiet as possible, then changed, careful not to wake your roommate.

You took the path leading out from the cabin to the forest. You had to admit it was exhilarating. George’s spontaneity awoke something in you, the way he just made up his mind in a second and stuck to it. You’d have never think of taking a nightly stroll through the middle of nowhere, you’d be terrified of doing this alone. But the fact that he was walking next to you, and walking so casually, with his hands in his pockets, made all of that feel just as normal as anything else.

The walk woke you up, the comfortable silence broken from time to time by either one of you.

“Are we going somewhere in particular?” you asked, swaying your hands inside the pockets of your unzipped hoodie. “Nah, not really,” George replied indifferently, shrugging. “But- you’ll remember the way back, right?.. I haven’t been paying attention to where we’re going at all,” you said frankly, as you stepped off the path, walking straight through the forest now

George laughed at this, he found it cute, how you followed him into the forest without any care. “What were you paying attention to, then..?” he asked teasingly, giving you a meaningful smile.

“Nope, not getting dragged into- AAH!!” you screamed, scared by a bird suddenly moving around in leaves on the ground. Instinctively you jumped back and half-hid behind George, grabbing onto his arm. He tried his best to hold in a laugh, as you were coming down from the shock.

“You okay?” he asked, reaching out his other arm to you. You hugged him tightly, hiding your face in his chest. “Now I’m just annoyed I got so startled over some stupid leaves,” you complained after a small groan. You allowed yourself to stay in his arms for a bit longer, feeling those negative emotions leave you as if nothing bad could happen to you there. “That’s alright, happens to the best of us,” he comforted you.

As you pulled away, you made a move to hold onto his arm but he took your hand instead, holding onto it firmly.

“Look,” he said softly after you walked a bit further, pointing with his finger, where between the trees you could see water.

In the opening there was a small lake – it had a mysterious feel about it, seemed long unvisited, the boardwalk a bit old, yet sturdy as ever.

You sat down at the end of it together, above the trees was a perfect view of the sky above the valley, sky littered with stars.

“I should make it a point to stargaze more often,” you admitted, in awe of their beauty. George watched you, face illuminated by the moonlight. “I could remind you from time to time,” he offered.

You dropped your gaze, deep in thought once more. All of that wouldn’t stop once you left the cabin – George would still be in your life, out there, in the real world.

“Mhm… you could,” you agreed, dropping your head to the side, leaning it on his shoulder.

—⒍—

“Soulmates?” asked Alicia in a tone of surprise. “… the two of you?” added Ron doubtfully. “What’s that supposed to mean?” George snapped at his younger brother.

You and George talked the same morning about how it was probably the best time to just tell your friends everything. You were getting more suspicious looks from them, whenever you’d hang out late with George, whenever the two of you would have tea out on the deck together, or when George would make some kind of teasing remark to make you laugh. The looks kept getting bolder too, though none of your mates dared to suggest there was something going on between you. That’s how you went to share the revelation with them during dinner one evening, showing them your tattoos too.

“Maybe just that you have nothing in common..?” Ginny suggested boldly, clearly unpleased with the idea for a reason unknown to you. You glanced at the rest of the table quickly – no one else spoke up, but their faces appeared to say that they agreed with Ginny.

“That’s not true…” you said, getting a bit more emotional than you would’ve wanted, more emotional, than you would’ve expected.

It made you angry, though you couldn’t understand why. You got along with George just fine, so how dare they think you have nothing in common?! What right did they have to have an opinion on whether or not the two of you were meant to be?

“If you say so…” Hermione said softly with a small smile, then frowned at Ginny, silently reprimanding her.

Meanwhile, George was looking at you, judging your reaction – as if checking whether you meant what you said, if you weren’t about to agree with Ginny with a hearty laugh, having all that’s happened yet between you go to waste. Unknowingly, you glanced at him too – you locked eyes for a moment and you exchanged nervous smiles through the ripple between you.

And the rest of the dinner went on in silence.

Surprisingly, no animosity was left afterwards – you still felt a bit watched while around George, but now for a different reason. He, however, did not seem to care one bit.

George floated in the water peacefully, making all appearances that he’s simply relaxing, as most of the cabin’s inhabitants were doing at that moment.

But he was wracking his brain, glancing at you every once in a while – he told himself it was boredom, and getting your attention would be the best way to relieve it. It was like some force, drilling inside him constantly, the inability to leave you be when he saw you lying on your towel in a bathing suit. So he was thinking, thinking of a way to poke the ants' nest that was you.

You did not expect a thing – all of a sudden George ran up to you and scooped you in his arms. The feeling could be pleasant, were you not worried about what he had in his mind.

You yelped in surprise. “What’re you doing..?!” you asked, more as a formality, not expecting to receive an actual answer. “I promised you something when we arrived here,” he replied with mischief written all over him.

“No, George..!” you pleaded, hanging onto the back of his neck as he ran in the direction of the lake and onto the boardwalk. “Yes, George..!” he exclaimed, before jumping off, into the water.

Once you surfaced, he was already above the water, along with his shit-eating grin. “Idiot..! What if I drowned?!” you shouted, trying to keep serious, but it was hard to keep yourself from laughing. “Come on, I wouldn’t have let you,” he reassured you, making your heart thump for some reason.

He flashed you another dazzling smile, before swimming off on his back.

“I’m not swimming after you!” you called, before heading out of the lake.

Slight goosebumps appeared on your skin once you were out of the water, but you were not cold. Getting a drink of water, you heard splashing behind your back – signalling someone was coming out of the water.

A pair of footsteps was definitely approaching you, until you felt George’s big hand on your waist, making your skin tingle, as he stood next to you.

“You’re not really upset, are you?” he asked with a small smile, just to make sure, as you took another sip. “No,” you replied, keeping your eyes on the bottle you were closing now.

Then, suddenly, he leaned down and kissed you on the cheek. “Good,” he concluded, before walking off again.

You looked at his back, dumbfounded. He just left you there, puzzled, and weirdly lightheaded.

—⒎—

You looked around the room – the room in which you’ve made a bit of your own space, even though you’ve not spent all that much time in there, throughout all of your stay. The inside was brightly lit up by the sunlight pouring in through the open windows, the light wind swaying the curtains, but you didn’t feel like staying there.

Outside the room, there was nobody, you knew your housemates were somewhere else, in one of the rooms.

The downstairs was peaceful, all the windows along with the back sliding doors open, inviting nature in and calling you to go outside. Going down the steps, you judged it must’ve been late afternoon on a sunny day – the kind of sunlight that does not suffocate with heat but allows you to enjoy the outside and somehow makes everything look more beautiful.

Then you noticed George there, standing by the door – he turned around to face you, smiling right away, making your heart swell. You wanted to run up to him, drown in his arms.

He told you there was no time to lose, you should go outside and enjoy the time you have left, so you gave him your hand and allowed yourself to be pulled outside, through the deck and onto the plain grass by the lake.

You regretted not having spent more of your time admiring those views around – the mountains, the trees and various other plants. Everything was blossoming, despite it being the middle of summer – flowers all around you, on the trees and shrubs, flowers in the grass George was now pulling you onto.

You sat side by side on the grass, holding hands still, and his hand in yours felt like nothing else. The warmth of it – entirely non-physical – was so great, so extraordinary, and it seemed to radiate all throughout your body to your very heart.

And your heart, it felt as if it was about to stop and as if this was the only way it could function now, looking at him. His smile, his happiness felt like the sole fuel that could power your being and in a moment, you knew there was nothing you wouldn’t do, to make that man happy.

He looked at you adoringly, how you wished you’d have at least a fraction of the size in his eyes as he has in yours.

Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me. – you repeated, though the words wouldn’t come out of your mouth.

But he’d heard them – shifted closer to you and placing his hands on your waist, rendered you hopeless. With great difficulty, it seemed, you placed yours on his shoulders – and it felt unlike any other similar action, that simple touch made you feel so connected. How you wished to have more, as his lips were coming closer and closer, excruciatingly slow.

Almost there.

“Y/N..” you heard a female voice from behind the same moment as you closed your eyes, but you didn’t pay attention, you were too close now, you had to kiss him.

“Y/N, wake up,” the voice repeated, and everything was gone – the sunshine, the grass, George too.

You groaned in frustration, rolling onto your stomach and hiding your face in your pillow. “What,” you grumbled against the material.

Alicia chuckled, “It’s kinda late, sleepyhead,” she replied, before stepping out of the room.

To say you were confused was an understatement. Frankly, you were annoyed, you just couldn’t be sure at what exactly.

Was it at yourself? At your brain, for making you dream that dream? – Why would you dream about George this way, why would you feel about him that way in a dream, it didn’t make any sense – and it frustrated you, even making you embarrassed a bit. How were you supposed to look him in the eye now? Or was your annoyance the result of the dream ending? Because it felt so wonderful? Because that short, single dream you didn’t even get to experience a kiss in, felt better than any romance you’ve ever had in real life?

Only downstairs, Fred and George were, to avoid boredom, teasing their little brother in a childish game, tossing his wand lazily between themselves. Ron, at first even tried to get it back, but he was losing motivation, thinking they would have to give it back eventually.

“Hey,” you greeted everyone quietly, walking down the steps, headed to the kitchen.

“Aaay, look who’s up!” exclaimed Fred. “Sleeping beauty,” added George, making your cheeks heat up suddenly.

Ron seized his chance, snatching his wand back, to both twins’ dissatisfaction.

It was pretty late, you’ve noticed, glancing at the wall clock – everyone else was already up.

The girls were having coffee at the table. Joining them with your breakfast, you’ve noticed they were chatting about how none of them was ready to leave the vacation to go back to their daily life at home.

“It’s brilliant here,” Ginny admitted with a bit of a pout. “If we could just stay here, life would be great, I mean, look,” she pointed at you with a chuckle, and you showed her your tongue teasingly. “Had such a good sleep?” she asked. “Just great,” you replied with a snort.

Once another slow day was starting for you, you took a bit of time for yourself. After everything that’s been happening those last few days, you needed to let yourself think.

Going over and over your thoughts, as the sun travelled along the sky, you finally allowed yourself to come to conclusions. It was all intense, feeling as if long months have been condensed into a few short days. As if the most important moment got concluded in a single sentence. So what would happen if you’d missed a bit?

At first, George felt a shift. As if something changed in your pace, and now you were always a step ahead of him. Always slipping away.

Until it seemed like a whole earthquake, when he started feeling as if he was a stranger to you. Fully deprived of you.

It was on Friday afternoon, when Fred came up to him outside, wanting to discuss some business matters. Even interaction with Fred seemed unsatisfying to George at that moment, when it felt like a piece of him was missing.

He was humming and nodding in response, tracing fingers over his tattoo absentmindedly.

“Getting the silent treatment, are you?” Fred quipped with a raised brow, giving up his attempts at a serious conversation. “Huh?” George was pulled out of his thoughts. He scoffed, “I guess.” “And what did you do, dear brother of mine?” Fred leaned back in his seat, expecting an amusing confession. Instead, George frowned a bit sadly, “I… I don’t know,” he admitted. “What do you mean ‘you don’t know’,” Fred repeated, “have you tried asking?” he asked dully. “No.” “Why?” he questioned, confused by his brother’s behaviour.

“I don’t… We’re not…” George shook his head. “Do I have any right to? She’s allowed to do what she wants,” he sighed, fiddling with his hands a bit frustratedly. “Soo, what do you have to lose, huh?” Fred asked simply.

George thought for a moment. Reluctantly, he agreed with Fred, admitting to himself that not having asked you sooner was probably stupid of him.

The very same day, before dinner, he tapped you on the shoulder gently. “Can we talk? After dinner, outside?” he asked quietly, not wanting to attract anyone else’s attention. He didn’t fail to notice how you avoided his gaze, hesitating to answer. “Okay,” you finally replied, getting into your seat, disappearing inside your bubble hastily.

It was hard for you to focus on your meal and your appetite was barely there. You pretended to follow everyone’s conversation, sipping from your glass from time to time with a friendly smile.

Your heart was thumping wildly, as you kept glancing at your friends’ plates – judging the time left before the dinner would be considered over.

—⒏—

The Sun was setting, lighting up the sky with pinks and oranges. You could almost look at it – half of it hidden below the line of the horizon, only half visible. It was soothing.

George walked up to the edge and leaned his elbows on the bannister, looking out at the nature all around.

“Did something happen?” he asked, getting the question out rather quickly. “No,” you answered, feeling deep down that it was a lie, as you walked up to him. “Are you okay?” he continued, looking at you this time, almost frustrated. “Yes,” you lied again, trying to sound persuasive.

He sighed quietly, turning away from you again. “You… you’ve been avoiding me again, haven’t you..?” he said, with hurt in his voice.

You felt so selfish at that point. You were thinking about yourself all this time, seeing George as the one who always initiated things, who always strikes up conversations. You didn’t take any time to consider how your distancing yourself would make him feel.

“You’re right, I’m sorry…” “Why? Have I done something?” he questioned again, with his heart-wrenching sincerity. “No..!” you hasted to let him know. He didn’t interrupt again but just stood there, leaning on the wooden bannister, hoping to get an explanation that would soothe his heart.

“You’ve done nothing wrong. In fact, you’ve been great, this whole time,” you began opening your heart to him. “I’ve noticed myself starting to fall for you. That’s when my doubts started coming back to me.”

George’s facial expression was unreadable, showing his pleasure upon hearing about your feelings for him, along with worry about those doubts you’ve been having.

“It’s just that… I still don’t know if we should be so sure, about us being soulmates? I’d love for it to be you, I really do, but what if it’s not?” you paused, allowing that sickly cold feeling to sink in again. “What if we started going out, maybe we could even be happy - but what if 2 years, 5 or 10 years from now, you find your other half of the Sun? What then?!”

“Who cares about stupid Sun?! What if it’s the Moon I want? It’s the Moon that always draws me in. It’s the Moon’s beauty I’m always admiring. It keeps on changing, and each yet each of its phases is just as mesmerising as the other,” he recited, full of emotion, having your eyes well up with tears.

“I care about the Sun. It’s always there, bringing me warmth, comfort, happiness… It’s got better and worse days, sometimes being dimmed by the clouds, but I’m the happiest-“ you paused, having to take a deep breath to keep your tears from falling. “-when it’s shining bright. And my world would be forever dark without it.”

George turned his head away and looked up into the sky, trying to keep himself together. As the Sun set fully, it magnified the silence around you, despite birds, crickets and cicadas in the distance. A single tear fell down your cheek and you wiped it with your hand quickly.

“Well, you know there’s a way to find out,” George stated. It confused you, however, there wasn’t a way you knew of – there was barely any information regarding soulmates, circling around, wizard to wizard. Perhaps if you went to the library and browsed some books on that type of magic, you’d find out more. And if he knew of a way, why has he only mentioning it now?

“You don’t…” he noted. “I thought you did, that’s why I-…” “Well, what is it?” you asked impatiently, as everything indicated he was telling the truth.

George got visibly flustered, something unusual for him. He had trouble getting himself to look you in the eye, even. “The tattoos are supposed to… tingle, or something like that, when… the soulmates kiss for the first time.” “Oh,” you managed to get out, hearing a faint ringing in your ears.

Why did he have to say that? – you thought to yourself. Some first kisses happened suddenly, in the moment, some with a bit of nervousness, after chasing around each other for a while – but this felt pressuring – you wished he would’ve just kissed you first.

But then the real fear struck you – with the real possibility of finding out whether or not you were soulmates, you were scared of it. You were scared of it not being George, as he stood, now in front of you, waiting for anything else from you.

“Say something,” he pleaded in a whisper. “I’m scared. I want it to be you,” you replied, barely audibly, not daring to look him in the eye.

That’s when he bent down a bit, cupping your face in his hands to look into your eyes. You surrendered under his gentle gaze, so dear to your heart. He saw that, reading you like an open book, and leaned in quickly to connect your lips. You jerked away, however, after they barely touched, having felt an incomparable to anything else kind of sensation, right where the other half of your Moon’s circle should be.

“What was that?!” George asked between laughs, party out of relief, partly just seeing you jump around as a giggling mess.

You jumped at him, throwing yourself at his neck, pressing your face into his shoulder. He squeezed you back just as tight, picking you up to twirl you around, eliciting more heartfelt laughs of pure joy out of you, reaching right into the depths of his heart. You both knew now.

“So am I gonna get a real one now?” he asked with hope in his voice. “Mhm,” you hummed happily in reply.

Looking into his eyes once you’d finally allowed yourself to open your heart to him, you felt almost dizzy. You couldn’t help the grin on your face, seeing how he looked at you, placing both his hands on your waist, getting used to having you within his reach, to feeling you underneath his fingertips. His lips were slightly chapped but ever so sweet and loving. He wished this kiss could last forever, but your soaring heart said otherwise. You felt a smile creeping onto your face until you could not fight it anymore, beginning to giggle.

George shook his head gently with a charming smile. Glancing at your forearm, however, he could not believe his eyes.

There, instead of a lonely half a Moon, was his part of the Sun attached to it, creating a whole. He lifted his own arm, to reveal the exact same image.

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☼ Pairing: Jimin x reader

☼ Genre: tentacle monster!Jimin, some fluff, smut, mostly just pwp

☼ Count: 9k

☼ Warnings: 18+, public sex (no ones around but they’re on the beach), tentacles (kind of a given), big dick jimin, manhandling, lots of cum, some cumplay, creampie, cum inflation/belly bulge (not a whole lot, just a small bump) unprotected sex, restraints, choking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, tit fucking, thigh fucking, oral (m recieving), deep throating, anal, double penatration, minor nipple play, praise kink, mating cycles, slight impreg kink

☼ Summary: The Busan summer festival is your favorite event of the year. You like all the food and things to do, but your favorite part is watching the fireworks at the end of the night, gathered with friends and family. It’s fun and joyous. Except this year you’re spending it without them. So you find a secluded spot on the beach to watch alone. Except... you might not be as alone as you thought you were out here.

☼ a/n: This was written for Sol’s (jamaisjoons) collab event ‘The Summer Bucketlist’ and my prompt was ‘watching fireworks.’ Uhhh this idea was originally very different and then I started thinking about tentacles and now here we are 🥴🥴🥴 Hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think! My ask box is always open ~ 💙💙💙💙

☼ Banner made by the absolutely amazing @jamaisjoons (who did such wonderful work on it and I hope the fic lives up to the beautiful banner she made me 💕💕💕)

You let out a small contented sigh as you slip your feet into the water. This is your favorite place in all of Busan, this hidden little jutty of rock just off one of the smaller, less popular beaches, more popular among locals only. You’ve spent more time than you can count out here hanging out with your friends, passing the time and using the salty sea breeze to help combat the heat of summer. You’ve been out here plenty on your own too, just like how you’re out here alone right now.

The sun’s dipping below the horizon, the sky slowly turning an inky black. The perfect backdrop to what’s going to happen soon and the main reason you’re out here at all to begin with rather than at home. The summer festival is happening and once the sun disappears, the sky will be decorated with fireworks, and you and your friends discovered years ago that this is the best spot to watch them, unobstructed and no one around to fight for seats.

You kick your feet idly in the water, enjoying the warmth of it as you lean back on your hands as you watch the last few rays of light slip away. You wished your friends could’ve made it though. But Namjoon was stuck in the city for work and Taehyung was out with his girlfriend at the festival. A brief feeling of sadness overcomes you because you had been planning to go with Taehyung and his girlfriend and your own boyfriend as a double date. Until he dumped you a week ago over text because he’d moved to the otherside of the country and apparently was nothing like the man you met since he didn’t even have the balls to break up in person.

You suspect that there was a lot more than his flimsy excuse of it’s just not working and long distance is hard. It most likely has something to do with the new girl that you’ve been told about that has shown up on his socials.

For what it’s worth, Taehyung and Namjoon both offered you company but you waved them off. Namjoon’s job opportunity is much more important and as much as you love Taehyung and his girlfriend, you didn’t particularly feel like being third wheel to their (normally adorable and heart warming) love.

You think this is better anyway. It’s peaceful out here. The smell of salt being carried by the breeze brings a myriad of memories that all bring a smile to your face and it’s easy to forget about the hard things in this moment. It’s healing to be out here. As much as it sucked that you got dumped, you can’t be too upset. You saw the cracks forming the more he opened his mouth and talked, if he hadn’t done it, you likely would have been doing it soon anyway. You let your head fall back, letting your eyes slip closed as you simply enjoyed this. You should tell the others that you all need to make another trip out here soon.

Plus you’d come much earlier when the sun was still high and swam some. Using the ebb and flow of the ocean to erode your worries and stress. Then you’d sprawled out on your beach towel on your rocky perch and let the sunset dry your skin before you slipped back into your shorts and tank top and allowed the peacefulness to swallow you.

You startle slightly when there’s a loud, echoing boom and color flashes across the sky. You’d been lulled into such calmness and had almost forgotten why you were out here to begin with. You watch the sky passively, watching the occasional flash of color and shapes as the firework people warm themselves and the crowds up. You know the real show won’t start for at least another 45 minutes, knowing the tell by the fact that there’s still the faintest of traces of blue on the horizon.

Your feet continue their idle movements in the water, until something slick brushes the bottom of your foot and you scream on instinct, quickly jerking your foot free from the water. You back up an extra foot from the edge, to the safety of the blanket that you spread across the rocks, just as an extra precaution. You’re sure that whatever touched you was probably just seaweed. Maybe a plastic bag or some other trash that someone carelessly threw into the ocean. But anything touching you in the water when the water is nothing more than an inky black expanse is enough for you to decide that’s enough soaking for the night.

Just as your heart rate is returning to normal, something slips over the edge of the rocks where you’d just been sitting. It gleams in the moonlight, silver, smooth, and shiny, as it makes a cursory probe at the edge, like it’s looking for something. It’s probably no thicker than your thumb and you deliriously wonder if octopi are even capable of coming up on dry land, let alone the reason why one might be coming up right now. Though the longer you stare at it, the more you realize that it’s far too smooth to be from an octopus, completely devoid of the telltale suckers.

You shuffle a little further away. You really don’t want to move too quickly, not if you don’t know what it even is and if it can follow you or how fast whatever it is. But your slight movement only seems to catch it’s attention and to your growing horror, it lashes out almost faster than you can see and wraps itself firmly around your ankle. You scream again, because aside from that, there’s really very little you can do out here all alone with it on you.

Any attempts to free yourself prove futile, the slender appendage is far stronger than you would’ve expected from such a jelly-like creature. It gives its own experimental tug, one that pulls you marginally closer to the water before you once again scramble backwards. It lets you and that just serves to freak you out more.

Then, a few more tentacles appear over the edge of the rock, watering dripping and spreading out around them and then there’s a… hand? You frown as a seemingly human hand, if perhaps a little ashen looking, plants itself on the rock right alongside the tentacles. The fingers flex for a moment before something, somehow even more surprising, appears. A fairly human face, or at least up to the eyes as that’s the furthest it raises, peaks up over the edge, gaze quickly zeroing in on you. Your heart stutters in your chest as your eyes meet and its pale silver eyes gleam like its tentacles. It’s hair is wet and slicked back and, though the locks are currently water logged and a few shades darker, it’s clearly also a similar shade of silver as its tentacles and eyes.

Another hand joins the first along the edge of the rocks and for a moment it doesn’t move at all. You stare at it, you know it’s definitely bigger than an octopus now. You don’t think you could take it. It’s dead silent aside from the gentle lapping of the waves and you’re terrified to move for fear of what it’s going to do to you. It gives the slightest of tugs on your ankle and when you don’t budge it finally lifts itself from the water.

You try to back away again, but it’s grip keeps you in place and you let out a startled scream when another tentacle darts out to wrap itself around your other ankle. The… monster… sits on its knees at the edge for a moment after pulling itself from the water.

It, he?, looks almost perfectly human. Skin a dimmed golden shade, frame small but packed with lean muscle… apparently well endowed in human terms. You jerk your gaze quickly away when you realize just where you're staring. Your life is on the line, now is not the time to to fucking ogle the monster and think about if he can get hard like a human and if it possibly gets bigger. You force yourself back to his face, cheekbones prominent and lips plush as he seems to be looking you over as well, though his gaze continually seems to dart behind you, brows knitting in confusion.

His eyes appear almost human except that it doesn’t seem like he has a pupil, silver swallowing the whole of the iris. It’s slightly disconcerting. His tentacles shift behind him, drawing your attention to them finally. The ones not on you shift behind him restlessly, never seeming to settle. A thin one drapes itself on his shoulder before slithering across his skin to the other side, forming a strange sort of living necklace. It’s hard to pin down an exact number with them constantly moving, but there seems to be a lot and they seem to come in primarily two sizes, thinner ones like the one draped around his throat and wrapped around your ankles and thicker ones easily the width of 3 or 4 fingers, you try very hard not to compare their girth with what you had glimpsed between his legs.

You’re trying to formulate a plan to get away when there’s another boom of a firework, bathing everything pink for a moment. And what you’re certainly not expecting is for the way the monster startles at the sound. The tentacles around your ankles tighten almost painfully and then before you can completely comprehend what’s going on, you’re being pulled closer to him. Once you're close enough, he’s leaning down over you and you squeeze your eyes shut, unsure of what’s about to happen but positive that it’s unlikely to be good.

But nothing happens and as the seconds stretch, you slowly peek an eye open. His face is almost directly above yours, but it’s not you that he’s looking at. Instead, he’s studiously scanning your surroundings, looking tense and on edge. When you glance at the way that he’s leaning over you, you realize that he seems to be almost… protecting you? Which only serves to confuse you more.

Deeming there to be no immediate threat, his gaze turns down to you and you freeze now that you're faced with him this close. He blinks down at you before his lips part and he makes a strange sort of clicking sound, but you’re more focused on the sharp teeth revealed when he makes noise. Definitely sharp enough to tear into you and eat his fill.

“Please don’t eat me,” you squeak out, hands coming up to cover your face.

There’s silence for a moment before a deep chuckle sounds from him. You peek between your fingers at him and there’s a smirk stretching his lips.

“Oh, I have met your kind before.” His voice is soft and surprisingly melodious given the higher pitch the clicking was.

You can’t help the words that slip from your lips. “My kind?”

His lips twitch and he tilts his head. “Humans. Are you not human?” He pushes himself up slightly to inspect you again. “You do not appear to be one of my kind.”

“There’s more of you?”

His gaze darts around. “A few.”

You swallow, about to speak again when another firework goes off. He startles above you and drops closer once more, body pressed firmly to yours as he glares around, trying to discover the source.

You’d laugh at his constant startling if your throat wasn’t suddenly so dry. His chest is every bit as firm as it looked and you can feel every shift and ripple as he looks around. It’s incredibly distracting. Why did the monster have to be hot? You squeeze your eyes shut again. You should not be thinking about how it’d feel to touch the monster with your hands. Or how other parts of him would feel.

He shifts off of you slightly. “It is safe for now.”

You blink your eyes open, frowning at him. “Safe? What are you talking about?”

His head tilts and he reminds you of a confused puppy. “Do you not hear the loud noises?”

A giggle slips out and that seems to perplex him further. “No, no. I do. It’s just… Have you not been around here before?”

“I have always lived here.”

“Have you… been on land before?”

His brows pinch and there’s the slightest of flushes coloring his cheeks a deep blue-gray. “I come up here every year.”

“How have you not heard them before then? They’re just fireworks.” You see the streak of a new one and point to it quickly, drawing his attention to it just before it reaches its peak and explodes in a sparkling cascade of gold. “They’re for entertainment. They’re not dangerous.” You pause. “Okay they are. But not at this distance. The only people who could possibly be in danger would be the ones firing them.”

“Fire… works?” He mumbles, sitting back on his haunches as his face remains tilted towards the sky even though the phosphorus has long since burned out. “Will there be more?”

You slowly push yourself up, cautious of what he might do but his focus remains firmly upwards. “Yeah, they’ll keep shooting some singles off for a little bit longer then they’ll start the big show.”

He says nothing else and you wonder if you can use the time to slip away before you realize that he still has two tentacles wrapped around your ankles. There goes your chance for escape. At least he doesn’t seem interested in eating you. Yet.

Another firework goes and you watch his eyes widen as he follows its trajectory up until it stops in an explosion of color and sound. But you’re far more taken watching the childlike glee on his face and the way the colors gleam on his skin and tentacles. The colors add another level to his already stunning looks, making him look far more ethereal and angelic. He grins as he watches and he looks much less like a terrifying monster. Though you worry what will happen once the fireworks stop and there’s nothing to distract him. Maybe when the real show starts he’ll be so engrossed that you can slip yourself free of the tentacles and make a quick and quiet escape.

You shake your head, looking away and up at the sky too. There’s nothing much you can do right now with their grip on you still too tight, so you might as well also watch the show. The fireworks are slowly starting to increase in frequency and he seems to squirm in excitement the closer together the pops of color come.

“Do you have a name?” You ask suddenly, looking back over at him. Maybe you can text Namjoon or Taehyung and tell them that if you disappear to look for something with that name. Probably Taehyung. He’d be more likely to believe that you’ve been taken by a monster than Namjoon. He’d probably ask if you’ve drank or smoked anything. Get too drunk camping once and claim that bigfoot tried to kidnap you and you never get believed again.

He doesn’t answer right away, doesn’t even seem to acknowledge that you spoke. But then his lips purse and he looks over at you for a moment. “Jimin.”

“Jimin?” He bobs his head and turns back to catch another firework going off. “My name’s Y/n.” You murmur, unsure if he’s even interested.

It hurts a little that he didn’t seem interested in you back, but you suppose that you don’t know whatever his monster customs are. And you really shouldn’t look too deeply into why it hurts that a monster doesn’t seem interested in you. That should be a good thing. It means you have a better chance of getting away.

There’s a long break in the fireworks and Jimin’s lips push out into an adorable pout as he turns to you with sad eyes. “Is it over?”

You laugh and shake your head. “No. It’s actually just getting ready to get started. Now it’s the big show. You thought it was good before. Just wait.”

He gives a simple nod and turns back to the sky, content to wait patiently for the rest. Silence descends on you both and you feel like you should be more worried about the tentacle monster sitting in front of you. But Jimin seems harmless enough, he certainly hasn’t tried to eat you or anything and that’s certainly got to count for something. He seems far more interested in the fireworks than in you now anyway.

You’re just starting to relax when something cool and damp brushes the skin of your lower back. You freeze, back stiff as whatever it is tentatively touches the warm skin before slithering further up your shirt. You bite down on the urge to scream, you don’t want to startle Jimin again. Just because he was protective before, doesn’t mean that a scream coming from you would produce the same result. And before you can twist to see what is crawling up your shirt, the tentacles around your ankles slide a little further up your legs, ends timidly probing along your flesh as they go.

Another tentacle, one of the thicker ones, slides across your arm, wrapping once around your wrist and nestling the tip into your palm. The cool sensation is bizarrely familiar and it takes you only a moment to realize that whatever crawled up your shirt a moment ago is another tentacle. You’re about to speak when a thin tentacle trails up your arm to rest against your shoulder, gently tracing your jaw and neck.

You swallow. “Um, Jimin?” All you get is a hum in response. Does he not realize what’s going on? “Jimin? What’s happening?”

Either your words or tone finally pulls his attention to you and when he sees his tentacles wrapped around you, he flushes a pretty blue. He scoots away, working to encourage them to release you, but this time of year they always have a bit more mind of their own. He makes an irritated clicking noise when they don’t move.

The one in your hand seems to respond to his sound though you’re not sure if it’s the way he wanted it to or not but it tightens around your wrist slightly before becoming… slicker?

You look at it, a weird mix of horror and maybe a little arousal. Maybe you shouldn’t have watched so much hentai when you were younger. You look back up at Jimin, at a complete loss. “Jimin?”

Jimin looks incredibly embarrassed, burying his face in his hands and making more distressed clicking noises. Probing tentacles aside, he looks adorable all flustered like this. A few of his tentacles wrap around his wrists and shoulders, patting his skin soothingly but that only seems to make him more distressed.

The tentacle at your back has reached the tie to your bikini top beneath your shirt and is prodding at the knot with interest. You don’t know what to do to stop the distress you can practically feel coming from Jimin. The tentacle in your hand squirms slightly, drawing your attention back to it. You swallow, sneaking a quick peek at Jimin as you do the only, seemingly illogical, thing you can think of right now and you close your hand around the rowdy tentacle and squeeze.

The result is instantaneous and certainly not what you had expected. Jimin moans. So then even if he’s not in control, he can still feel through them. Interesting to know. Jimin’s mouth hangs open for a moment before his gaze is meeting yours and you suddenly feel like maybe that was the wrong thing to do.

There’s simmering fire in his eyes as he tries to speak as calmly and evenly as possibly. “I told you I come here once a year, correct?” You nod and he continues. “I come here to mate.”

You blink at him, mind completely blanking out. “M-mate?” You hate how high your voice sounds.

He nods, sending a glare at the tentacles touching you. “When I saw you here, I had assumed you were one that I have spent the mating period with before.”

“Fuck, did I ruin your hookup?”

“Hookup?”

Your body heats with embarrassment. Maybe if you ask nicely, Jimin will let you go drown. “Whoever you were supposed to meet here. Did they not show up because I was here?”

He’s quick to shake his head. “I did not have plans. But sometimes if someone is near they will stop by. If they are not, I can take care of myself.”

The image of Jimin splayed out on the rocks by himself, tentacles sliding across his skin, wrapped around his cock, drawing more of those noises from him shoots straight to your core. Your pussy clenches around nothing and your hand accidentally tightens around Jimin’s tentacle again, drawing a gasp from him.

“I apologize for not warning you sooner. The fireworks distracted me but it appears that it did not distract them.” He gestures to his tentacles. “Give me a moment and I should be able to free you so you can leave.”

His eyes slip closed and your gaze drags over him, startling slightly when you realize he’s started to grow hard too. You feel crazy that the first thing you think is how badly you want to touch.

This is such a bad idea, but before you can stop yourself or second guess, you’re speaking. “What if... you didn’t though?”

Jimin freezes, but the tentacles seem to grow more restless at your words. Another thick one stretches the distance between you both to rest against your thigh, slicking your skin wherever it touches.

“You do not know what you are saying.” He grits out.

The tentacle in your hand squirms and you give it a small squeeze, maintaining eye contact with Jimin as you do so you get to fully enjoy the shudder that ripples through him. “I um, think I have a pretty good idea what I’m saying.”

He shakes his head, hair falling over his eyes. You didn’t think it would be so hard to convince a tentacle monster that you wanted him to fuck you. This was by far the stupidest thing you’ve ever done. For all you know, he could eat his partner afterwards. If you live past this encounter, no one would ever let you live it down. If they even believed you. Your gaze drops involuntarily back to his cock and you find that he's fully hard now. And it’s almost a little intimidating how big he is, longer and thicker than anything you’ve ever taken before. You don’t think your fingers would be able to wrap around the girth. But any apprehensions you think you’d feel normally are nowhere to be seen, all you feel is overwhelming want. You want to try to fit him, to feel the burn as he stretches you out. You want to taste and you want him to absolutely ruin you.

Unsure of any other way to convince him that you do want this, you switch tactics. If you can’t convince him with words, you’ll just have to show him what you want. You release the tentacle in your hand, though it keeps itself wrapped around your wrist, and move to remove your shirt. Seeming to know your plan, or maybe just through a stroke of luck, the tentacle that has been exploring your bikini top seems to have discovered how to undo the ties and as your top hits the ground beside you, your top slips to your lap.

His eyes dip to the scrap of fabric in your lap before they trace slowly back up, expression worryingly blank. You belatedly realize that this might not even be a good signal to him that you do want this. You don’t know what others of his kind look like, if any of them look anything like you. For the most part, he looks human enough, you’d think that maybe this was enough, that maybe this is at least sort of familiar to him. You feel suddenly self conscious, this was such a dumb idea. You really shouldn’t let the horny brain lead. You’re just about to cross your arms to cover yourself when the tentacle that had been on your thigh slithers up your stomach to sit between your breasts.

You glance at Jimin and his eyes seem darker, jaw clenched tight. His tentacles seem to grow more agitated behind him and the ones around your ankles tighten to tug you closer, both to your surprise and apparently also Jimin’s. He flushes, staring down at you with wide eyes as your thighs come to rest against his.

The tentacle on your chest squirms and Jimin’s gaze drops to watch. Your gaze drops too, intending to look at the tentacle currently writhing around on your chest and smearing slick there but you only make it halfway. Because Jimin is now fully hard, thick cock curving up towards his belly and the sight of it has you enraptured. He looked big when he was still soft, but now fully hard, or at least what you assume is fully hard, he looks positively massive. The skin of his cock is the same muted tan of the rest of him, the tip almost blue-gray, close to the color his cheeks turned but deeper in color, and it’s leaking more silvery looking fluid. You wonder if it’s the same thing that is leaking from his tentacles.

Jimin shudders and it takes only a moment for you to realize that the reason is because a thin tentacle has wrapped itself around the base of his cock. It makes you want to touch too. So tentatively, you reach out, gaze flicking between his cock and his face to gauge his reaction and giving him more than enough time to pull away.

He watches your fingers brush against the tip, dragging a smear of slick further down the shaft but he makes no move to stop you. He lets out a shaky exhale and, emboldened by the noise, you wrap your fingers around him. Or you at least try your best to because his girth keeps your fingers from meeting.

Jimin makes a rumbling noise and then there are two more tentacles massaging at your thighs, working their way up until they meet the edge of your shorts. They only probe along the fabric for a moment before slipping beneath and continuing their exploration towards the apex of your thighs. They trace the edge of your bikini bottoms before one of them presses against your pussy through the thin fabric.

You gasp and Jimin’s gaze is back on your face, attention wholly focused on you as his tentacles press again, but this time with a little more pressure. One happens to brush past your clit and you jolt, a moan slipping from your lips and the tentacles seem desperate to recreate that reaction as they narrow their focus to your clit.

Jimin groans again and his hands come up to cup your cheeks, his tentacles all stilling for a moment. He waits until you look up at him. “Are you sure? It will be harder to stop once we start. Are you positive you can handle it? I do not mind spending the time alone.”

It’s sweet how concerned he is about you. But now that he’s started, all you can think about is being fucked by him while his tentacles play with every inch of you. You squirm back slightly and he seems to take that as rejection, if the flash of disappointment you catch on his face is anything to go by. You quickly undo your shorts, tugging them down your legs, assisted by his tentacles once they reach your ankles.

He swallows and you watch as the tentacles from your ankles relocate to your thighs to keep you spread wide as the two that had been in your pants resume their work on your clit, now free of the hindrance of cloth. You bring your slick fingers to your mouth and keep eye contact as you lick them clean. It’s salty like the sea, but rather than the bitterness of cum, his has a hint of sweetness to it. It’s slightly addictive.

He stares at you for a moment and then he’s making another clicking noise and the tentacle that had been around your wrist unwraps itself and slips between your legs to join the other two already there, though it bypasses your clit to circle your dripping hole instead.

“Needy.” He coos, though you’re not sure if it’s directed at you or his tentacles. Maybe both.

He shuffles in close again, seemingly content to just watch his tentacles play with you. You whine, you like the feel of his tentacles, but you want him to touch with his hands and lips too. You want more. Maybe the needy was directed at you after all. He glances up at your noise, watching the way your mouth drops open as his tentacle finally wriggles it’s way into your pussy. It’s firmer than you expected from touching it, but still much more malleable than a cock would be. But it’s softer nature allows it greater freedom to explore your walls as it moves slowly in and out of you, certainly a different experience for you but you definitely can’t find it in you to hate it when it can reach all the right spots inside of you easily.

You reach out, grabbing the first part of Jimin you can grab, his arm, and tug him insistently down on top of you. He complies easily, seemingly curious as to what you want. You wonder if he’s ever kissed a partner before, if that’s something that his kind does. You hesitate and Jimin immediately notices, head tilting in curiosity.

“What is wrong?”

You’re gasping before you can formulate your question, the tentacle inside you having quickly found your g-spot and is now making sure to rub it with every thrust, sending waves of pleasure rippling through your body. Jimin’s head dips down and his nose rubs against yours.

“Are you okay? I have never been with a human and so I am unsure of what might hurt or bring pleasure. Please tell me if they are hurting you.”

He looks so sweet and it makes your heart stutter a little. You tilt your head, capturing his plush lips in a kiss. They’re warmer than you expected, giving the cooler temperature of his tentacles. It takes him a moment of inaction before he seems to catch on to how to kiss back. He makes a small noise when your tongue brushes his lips but he easily parts them for you. His sharp teeth skim your lip and it leaves you gasping into his mouth. He seems pleased with the response and he trails his lips across your jaw and down your neck.

“You did not answer my question.” He murmurs, teeth gently teasing the skin of your neck, mindful of their sharpness.

His tentacles are driving you mad, bringing you so close to your orgasm but seeming to know exactly when to slow back down to draw it out even longer. “What… question?” You gasp out.

“Are you okay?”

You’d scoff if the tentacles around your clit hadn’t started circling in tandem, winding the coil in your belly tighter. “So… so okay… Fuck, Jimin, are you sure you’ve never been with a human before?”

He pulls away from your neck enough to look down at you, a pleased smile stretching his lips. “I have not. Am I doing good?”

You nod enthusiastically, hands tangling in his hair to pull him back in for a messy kiss. He makes a pleased sort of clicking noise in the back of his throat and his tentacles speed up. And this time when your orgasm draws near his tentacles keep their speed rather than slowing again and you cum, back arching off the blanket as your pussy convulses around the tentacle. His tentacles continue their ministrations and Jimin pulls away to stare down at where his tentacle disappears inside you with wide eyed wonder.

He groans as he watches with rapt attention. “Does it do this every time?”

You squirm, oversensitivity quickly setting in as his tentacles refuse to let up. The borderline painful feeling robs you of words to tell him to slow down and give you just a moment to breath. The tentacle inside of you swells and then everything grows a little slicker as Jimin chokes on a gasp. You struggle to reach out to grasp any one of the tentacles, to just lessen the sensations ravaging your pussy just a little, but before you can even make contact, another tentacle is wrapping around both wrists and dragging them above your head.

“J-Jimin, please…”

Jimin pays you no mind, tentacles working faster under his focused gaze and it doesn't take long for you to be thrown into a second orgasm, though it feels almost like the first one never ended. You cry out, much too loud even if the beach is seemingly deserted right now. You shudder as your orgasm crests and Jimin’s tentacle seems to stiffen inside you before you feel suddenly wetter and stickier and full. The tentacle slips out of you after a few weaker thrusts and a small gush of thick liquid follows and the tentacle suddenly seems much less enthusiastic than its counterparts. Fuck, did that mean…?

“Jimin,” you whine, waiting until he finally tears his gaze away from your dripping pussy. “Do… do your tentacles cum too?”

His head tilts in confusion. “Come?” He thinks for a moment before realization seems to overcome him. “Ah. Do you mean do my tentacles also release?”

Embarrassment creeps over you. Something so clinical shouldn’t have you aching to be filled again when you just came twice and apparently already filled. You nod shyly.

“Yes. They also release. It is to give the best chance of a successful mating.”

You swallow, eyeing the tentacles behind him wearily. “Do they all have to?”

He shakes his head, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. “They do not. Only the big ones release. And from those, they do not all release every mating.”

You feel equal parts relieved and disappointed, though you know that you should probably question your disappointment. But you’ve already come this far, no reason to start questioning your potentially bad decisions now.

He tilts his head. “Does it bother you? They do not need to do it near you if it makes you uncomfortable.”

You choke, unsure how to respond for a moment. This whole situation should really terrify and appall you. But you only find yourself growing hotter at the idea of being used by his tentacles and covered in their cum. You chew your lip before giving a small nod.

His eyes trace over your face before he seems to light up and he leans down to press a kiss to your lips. “Does the thought of that arouse you, sweet? I must admit, most of my previous partners were less than enthused about that aspect of mating.”

You groan, wanting nothing more than to bury your face in your hands in shame but Jimin’s tentacles keep your hands studiously bound above your head. Even his own kind didn’t like it. Why were you so weird? He giggles, leaning down to brush your nose with his own. His face is set with a kind smile, but his eyes still dance with mirth and lust.

“I find it very arousing that you like it so much. Tell me what you are thinking about, sweet.”

To punctuate his words, another tentacle slips between your legs, rubbing along your sticky slit. You moan and Jimin’s eyes shine with fire. “I… was thinking about you fucking me and filling me up and leaving me all messy.”

He smirks. “I can do that, sweet. Just ask.”

“Jimin, please, fuck me… Fuck, ruin me…”

Jimin’s grin turns positively feral, sharp teeth on display. And for a moment, fear ripples through you as Jimin looks truly like a monster for the first time since he’s surfaced. But then his tentacles shift around him, eager for their chance to touch. Jimin shoos the thick tentacle away from your pussy, the ones around your thighs assisting him in situating you how he wants. He runs the tips of his cock through the mess left there by his tentacle and a pleased chirp leaves him.

“You are already so full. Do you think you can take more?” He purrs.

You nod and his cock presses against your entrance. He presses just the tip in and he stretches your pussy more than the tentacle did. You gasp, breath robbed from you as the stretch borders on too much. But Jimin seems to sense it and pauses with just the tip inside, allowing you all the time to adjust to his massive cock.

Jimin’s hands skim up your thighs, the tentacles resting passively on your clit once again coming to life and the jolt of pleasure has you squirming on Jimin’s cock. His hands rest on your hips, gripping them with bruising strength to keep you from moving. You whimper at the casual display of strength, at the way that he seems to not even be trying to hold you still while his tentacles slowly circle your clit to get you to relax.

Two other tentacles slip up your body, pressing against your breasts and kneading at the flesh experimentally. The sensation is different, while the tentacles don’t have the surface area the way a hand does, they are capable of moving in ways a hand simply can’t. They grope at the flesh, exploring and testing the limits. One brushes past your nipple, causing you to gasp and suddenly both are on the pebbled buds, playing with them to draw even more noises from you. Their motions mimic the motions on your clit and pleasure sparks across your body once again.

The tentacles shift slightly, long bodies draping down the sides of your breasts and then they press the mounds inwards, forcing the flesh together around the tentacle still resting on your sternum. Jimin grunts at the sudden pressure around his tentacle and your gaze drops to watch with fascination as the tentacle starts to thrust into the tight space, silvery tip gleaming with each press through.

Your pussy clenches at the thought of it slipping a little further up and into your mouth, of tasting that salty, sweet slick from the source. A high pitched noise sounds in Jimin’s throat as his hips stutter forward at the feeling of your pussy tightening around him and you moan as he slips a little further into you, stretching you just a little more. Now though, the stretch makes you ache for more, the burn finally passed with the aid of the tentacles playing with your clit and nipples and slowly pulling your pleasure back to the surface.

You really need him to be completely inside of you and when you dig your heels into his ass to try to get him to move, he seems hesitant. His tentacles, however, seem more than thrilled at the idea and more than happy to help you in your pursuit. The ones around your thighs tighten and pull you closer, until Jimin is buried to the hilt in the clutch of your pussy. The noise is filthy, the mess from his tentacle spilling out around his cock to smear on your thighs and drip down your ass.

Jimin goes rigid when he’s fully inside you, eyes trained on where you’re joined. He seems transfixed by the sight of your cunt swallowing down every inch he has. Your whine has his head snapping up to look at your face, drinking in the way you’re moaning. The tentacle between your breasts slips a little further up, tip bumping your chin once before it’s shifting to your lips. Your tongue darts out, swiping through the salty fluid. Jimin shudders, hips flexing where they press into you and you let your mouth fall open for his tentacle to slip in.

Your tongue swirls around the tip and it squirms, pushing in further than you expect and causing you to gag. It pulls itself from your mouth with a pop and you frown at it’s loss before shifting your gaze to Jimin, who seems to be glaring at the tentacle like it did something wrong.

“Jimin?” When he looks at you, you give him an amused smile. “It’s okay. It just takes me a minute.”

His head tilts but the tentacle makes its way tentatively back to your mouth, hovering until you open again for it to slip back in. It goes a lot slower this time, keeping its thrusts shallow. You hum encouragingly, tongue pressing and massaging the underside as it moves and the tentacle slides a little deeper. You gag only slightly this time, much more prepared now, and after a few thrusts you grow used to the intrusion and it can slip just a little bit more down your throat.

Jimin watches for a moment before groaning and then he’s pulling his cock out until just the tip remains before slamming back in. You moan around his tentacle, noise muffled as it delves further down your throat. It stays there for a moment and the lack of oxygen has your head start to spin. Your hands twitch where they’re still bound above your head, but before the real need for oxygen comes and you have to try to alert Jimin that you need to breathe, the tentacle is pulling out, switching to shallow thrusts while you get a quick break to breathe. The sudden rush of oxygen has you feeling nearly euphoric and you can only hope that the tentacle does it again. When you whine around it, it pushes back into your throat and the rest of the whine is muffled by it’s girth.

Jimin’s fingers flex against your hips as he watches and feels how much of his tentacle slips into the waiting warmth of your mouth and with a moan he starts fucking into your pussy with a quick pace. Your hands grab at the tentacle binding you, needing something, anything, to ground yourself as Jimin fucks you senseless. You feel wholly overwhelmed at the way his cock fills you, the way the tentacles swirl around your clit, your nipples and breasts, at the way the one in your mouth begins to stiffen up.

The tentacles shift on your breasts, kneading the soft flesh once again before pinching at your nipples. You moan around the tentacle in your mouth and it gives a shudder before flooding your mouth and throat. You choke slightly, jerking your head slightly at the sheer volume being released into your mouth, far more than you can handle. Spit and cum drip from the corners of your mouth as you struggle to swallow and the tentacle pulls itself from your mouth before it's finished, painting the lower half of your face even more in its silvery essence. Jimin’s eyes gleam at the sight, seeming to become even more frantic with his thrusts.

“J-jimin…” You whine, voice rough from use. You’re not entirely sure what you’d finish that statement with.

“You are doing so well.” He coos and the praise has your mind going fuzzy. “You look so pretty like this.”

He reaches up, sliding a hand through the mess on your cheeks before letting his hand drag the mess back down your body, leaving a shiny trail down your throat, in the valley between your breasts and across your stomach. He slams in particularly hard and you cry out, voice echoing across the empty beach and ocean, much too loud but you no longer care.

Jimin glows golden, the light haloing him and your fucked out mind is sluggish to make sense of the sudden color change. Then you remember why you were out here to begin with and you make the connection just as the resounding boom of the firework follows just after the shower of color. The fireworks show must be finally starting because the next second Jimin is bathed in blue, then pink.

But as quick as your attention was taken by the colorful shadows splashed across Jimin’s beautiful face, it’s taken back as he shifts suddenly, hands leaving your hips to push your thighs together as he continues to fuck you. Your calves come to rest on one shoulder and Jimin uses the new position to fuck you even harder.

Something slick drags along the crease where your thighs are pressed together and a second later a tentacle is pushing into the tight space. Your skin tingles where it presses into your skin and with every thrust it makes through the tight press of your thighs, it bumps the tentacles on your clit. Jimin presses a kiss to your leg and you feel the breath leave him as his tentacle speeds up and he hisses.

The sensations are nearly overwhelming, to the point that you almost miss the new slim tentacle kneading the flesh of your ass. It delivers a pinch to the skin that leaves you gasping and you’re much more aware of it as it runs along the seam of your ass. You squirm, or at least attempt to, because between the tentacles restraining you and Jimin’s firm grip on your thighs, you’re left nearly immobile as you get fucked. The tentacle slips a little further up, gathering some slick before it’s dipping back down to prod at the tight ring of muscle of your hole.

You shudder and if you could move, you’d press down onto the tentacle, force it to fill you because you need it as much as you need Jimin’s cock in you. “Fuck, please, don’t tease…”

Jimin’s face is set in concentration and you don’t think he heard you, except a second later the tentacle breaches your ass. You moan, glad that it was a smaller one to start. It thrusts tentatively, growing bolder as your noises raise in pitch and then a second slim tentacle is joining, slipping past the tight ring of muscle to thrust in counterpoint to the first.

Jimin’s thrusts slow, his head tilting back as he pants. He looks like a sculpture, so beautiful that it aches a little. Something that people should look at and marvel over. A moan slips past his lips as the tentacles in your ass speed up a little, taking some time to also shift apart and spread you open even more.

“You… are endless…” Jimin breaths out. It sounds reverent.

The tentacles slip from you and you have no time to mourn the loss before they’re being replaced by one of the thicker tentacles. The stretch hurts a little, but with so many other things happening to your body at the same time, you’re quickly distracted from the ache. The tentacle stills anyway, allowing you time to adjust to its thick girth.

“You are so full of surprises.” He says, head dropping forward once more to let his gaze rake over your shuddering figure.

The tentacle in your ass thrusts in response to Jimin’s words and when you don’t indicate any pain, both pull out and thrust roughly back in. The tentacle between your thighs and in your ass thrust opposite Jimin, keeping you full and stimulated when Jimin pulls out.

“Please… Jimin please, fill me up, you said you would…” You feel slightly delirious with need, every thrust of his tentacle adds extra pressure to your clit and you feel so close to cumming, teetering on the edge.

Jimin gives you no verbal response, only that of him pressing your thighs together a little harder. A few more thrusts of the tentacle between your thighs has you clamping down on Jimin’s cock and the one in your ass as you cum, body shuddering as the tentacles and Jimin continue to thrust. You squeeze your eyes shut, vision nearly whiting out entirely as your orgasm slams into you. The tentacle between your thighs lasts only a handful more thrusts before its stiffening and releasing, splattering your chest, belly, and thighs in the silver cum. It gives a few weak final spurts before slipping back through your thighs as Jimin parts them once more.

His cock twitches as his gaze falls over you messy form, the normally silvery liquid lighting up in splashes of color with every new explosion that happens above you both. He’s never seen a more beautiful sight. One of his hands lands on your thigh as the other bats his tentacles away from your clit, an action that you're grateful for for only a moment because he quickly replaces them with his fingers. You arch and cry out, jerking your hands with enough force that you seem to startle the binding tentacle and it releases you. Your hands wrap around his wrist, tugging futilely at it to get him to let up.

You moan his name desperately, trying to squirm away from the sensation as his tentacles keep you held close as he continues to fuck you through your overstimulation.

“Can you do that for me one more time? You feel so good when you do that, sweet.”

You whimper. You want to say no, that it hurts a little and that you really don’t think you’re capable of another orgasm. But the pout he wears stops you and you find yourself nodding without even thinking about how you’re going to get past the too much feeling currently overwhelming your body.

Jimin gives you another feral grin, eyes roving over your figure as his fingers work quick circles around your clit. For no experience with a human, he’s an incredibly fast learner. He seems to know your body better than your ex had and the two of you had been together for almost 2 years.

The tentacles on your breasts move to collect some of the slick covering you, smearing it around your nipples as the pinch and play with them, the slick adding a new layer of feeling to the actions.

“Come on, sweet.” Jimin purrs as his cock seems to swell ever more and the tentacle in your ass starts to stiffen.

Another rough thrust and a few twists of his fingers and you’re cumming again with a cry of his name. Your pussy and ass convulses around him and Jimin lets out a series of clicks and chirps as he finally cums, flooding your pussy and ass with more silvery slick. There seems to be a never ending stream from his cock and after a few moments, pressure on your lower stomach makes you look down, groaning at the sight of your slightly distended belly.

Jimin makes a contented noise, rubbing gently over the swell. “You would look so beautiful swollen with my children.”

His cock gives another twitch and a feeble last spurt of cum and Jimin and his tentacles seem to deflate. His chin presses to his chest as he takes in slow, deep breaths. The tentacles all slowly slip from your body and you mourn the slight warmth you lose. Another few moments pass and then Jimin is gingerly pulling his cock from your abuse pussy and gazing over your whole body with almost reverence.

You feel too exhausted to do much more, but you can feel his cum dripping from you, forming a puddle beneath your ass. At least you're next to the ocean for easy clean up. If you had the energy to do that. Maybe in 5 minutes… Or an hour. You can’t even feel your legs right now. You’re pretty sure you’d just drown.

Jimin stretches out beside you, arm coming to wrap around your middle, seemingly unbothered by the fact that it lands in a mess. You blearily realize that his tentacles seem much smaller now too. His head tilts and you realize that he’s watching the fireworks again. Like he didn’t just fuck you within an inch of your life and leave you ruined for anyone who comes after him.

You watch in silence for a while, endeared by Jimin’s ohs and ahs as he discovers new types of fireworks, the different shapes and effects that can happen.

“Jimin.” You call softly. His nose brushes your shoulder in response. “Will… Nevermind. It’s stupid.”

Jimin pushes himself up enough so that he can look down at you, frown marring his pretty face. “What is it?”

You fidget, suddenly hating that you’re naked and still covered in him. You glance over at the water.

“Do you wish to go in, sweet?”

It’s an easy out and you don’t feel strong enough to ask the real question yet, so you give him a simple nod. He grins, scooping you up and gracefully sliding you both into the water, arm wrapped tight around your middle to keep you afloat.

Colors flash around you as you stare into Jimin’s eyes, every color reflected there as well. Before you can second guess yourself, you lean forward and press a kiss to his lips. He lets out a surprised noise and then giggles when you pull away.

“Do you wish to go again?”

Embarrassment fills you and you shake your head. “No. Um…” You take a deep breath. You can do this. “Will I see you again?”

Jimin’s face is unreadable for a painful stretch of time, though you’re sure it’s only a few seconds before he’s grinning. “I find myself quite taken by humans. I could certainly use a guide.”

You grin back, pecking him again. “First lesson, when humans like someone and want to spend time with them and go on dates, they give them kisses.”

He hums, giving you a kiss of his own, just a little deeper than yours. “I think I quite like kisses.” Then he grins and it’s full of mischief. “I think fireworks are my favorite though.”

You snort, prodding him with a finger. “You sure it’s the fireworks you like?”

He makes a thoughtful noise before nodding. “They make you luminous, sweet.”

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Summary: Prosecutor Jin forces an unexpected confession out of Joonhwi during Yeseul's trial.

Rating: T

Word count: 1226

Notes: I can’t tell you how many times I’ve received the same request over the course of two weeks. It seems like a lot of people really want a proper courtroom confession scene, so this is my best interpretation of it right now. I say ‘right now’ because ideally, I’d set aside a schedule to write this well, but given the inevitable time constraints in my life thanks to uni, I feel inclined to tell you all that as soon as I woke up, I wrote this on my Notes app in bed for one hour because that was all the free time I had. The idea came to me in a dream, so it just felt right to jot it all down at that very moment.

As usual, this fic is unedited so all mistakes are mine. Hope you enjoy!

"Who is it?" the prosecutor urged.

Han Joonhwi knows that Jin Hyeong-u would never let him off the hook if he didn't answer. That if the man on the opposing side of the courtroom didn't ask now, he'd just ask again later. So as much as he hated it, he’s stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Prosecutor Jin is cunning, Joonhwi will give him that. And after all that the law student has done to rile up this supposed well-meaning law enforcer in the past, it was pretty much inevitable. The man has him right where he wants him.

Joonhwi swallowed his pride. One deep breath, and then, "Kang Sol."

From the audience, he could see his long-haired brunette friend perk up, stealing a very long and very obvious glance at their black-haired classmate with the bob.

Of course she thinks it's B, Joonhwi thought. Always the selfless Kang Sol A. He made a mental note to make fun of her for it later, but not until —

"Which one?"

The dreaded follow-up question.

"There are two Kang Sols in your study group," the prosecutor started. "Yes or no?"

Joonhwi resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Yes."

"So which one is it? A or B?"

Prosecutor Jin's eyes were unyielding on Joonhwi's, so he knew this was a challenge. If he were doing this on his own, he'd be quick to respond. But after that mishap with Seungjae, he's learnt his lesson: never run your mouth mindlessly. That's how Prosecutor Jin gets you. That's how he wins.

Breaking eye contact first, Joonhwi looks towards the platform. "Judge, I don't see how this is relevant."

And before they could even say a word, Jin was already quick to retaliate. "When the defendant was hospitalized, you called on a friend to assist you with obtaining photographic evidence to prove that Ms. Jeon wasn't trying to flee. That friend was Kang Sol – A, was it?"

Turning to the jury, he continued, "Depending on his answer, we might have to call on Ms. Kang to the stand to verify her relationship with Mr. Han, and depending on her answer, she could either be acquitted, or be a secondary accomplice for attempted murder."

The jurors nod while Jin wraps up his explanation. “But if it were Kang Sol B... that might be enough to clear the suspicion."

Joonhwi mentally cursed. He was running out of cards to play, and Prosecutor Jin's little nod towards his direction, mouth smeared with a bragging smirk, was not helping.

The judge pulled his mic close to him. "Witness, please answer."

Think carefully, Han Joonhwi.

He could feel the entire audience's eyes on him — which usually doesn't scare him, but right now he feels boxed in. Cornered. The smallest he has ever felt, and not because it was his own life on the line, but because he fears dragging the person he loves into this mess.

It's funny how a simple letter can make or break this case. A or B. Fact or fiction, true or false. Love or not.

If he told the truth, he'd be setting himself up for failure. But if he lied, he'd be committing perjury.

Prosecutor Jin is good. He's managed to slip into the cracks of Joonhwi's personal life and possibly ruin any chances he has at a lovelife. Needless to say, as a 28-year-old man who is still single to this day, his self-esteem has taken a hit.

But there's no way Joonhwi is letting that happen. This is a trust fall exercise between him and the person he cares for. If she cared for him back, even just a little bit, he'd have nothing to worry about. He could just protect her the moment he gets called in again.

Now is not the time to falter. If she feels the same, he'll know when she testifies.

On the plus side, her parent is here so it's like killing two birds with one stone.

Joonhwi straightens his back, and with a wave of confidence he leans into the mic, finally answering, "I'm in love with Kang Sol A, your honor."

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Joonhwi sat at the very back of the courtroom, ridden with anxiety.

With Sol A being called in as a witness last minute, he couldn't catch her at the right moment to apologize for what he did. For publicizing a confession, for making her go to the stand a second time, for everything.

This must be the end of our friendship, seems to be the only thought in his mind. And that's the thought that scares him the most. Not going to jail, but the thought of possibly losing Sol A in the process.

He watches her take her oath, demeanor blank unlike the first time she was there. Joonhwi's fear was taking over — was she annoyed? Was she mad? He couldn't tell. Her face normally said it all, but right now he can't read her whatsoever.

All of Prosecutor Jin's questions flew over his head, especially the ones about the night of Ko Yeongchang's accident. All, except for one.

"Han Joonhwi's feelings for you..." Prosecutor Jin trailed off. “Do you reciprocate?”

Sol A scoffs. "You tell me, big shot. You're the one who forced a confession out of him and made me go up here."

Joonhwi's lips twitched into a small smile. She's defending him.

"Just answer yes or n—"

"I wanted to protect Yeseul so badly,” she began, "that when she fainted, I was dead set on following her to the hospital no matter what. But when Joonhwi said I shouldn't, I didn't even question it. I trust him that much."

Silence enveloped the courtroom, but Sol A didn't even pause one bit. "Don't misinterpret my actions. I care about Yeseul, but I care about Joonhwi more."

And Joonhwi knew that wasn't true, that Sol A definitely loves Yeseul more, but that was enough to solidify their narrative to the jurors.

—

Despite the empty seats in front, Joonhwi spotted Sol A walking towards him with her head down. She didn't even look him in the eye as she sat next to him, their shoulders barely touching until she cleared her throat and inched closer.

Joonhwi did a double-take when he saw that her ears and her cheeks were red, but he chose to ignore it for now.

"Sorry for making you lie on the stand," Joonhwi apologizes.

Fiddling with her nails, she mumbles, "I wasn't lying."

Then, she added, "Unless you were."

He scoffs half-heartedly. Until now she's still doubting his sincerity. "I would never commit perjury. Not when I'm still trying to impress you."

Sol A scoffs in return, covering her face in her right hand, embarrassed. Like she couldn't believe this was happening. She lightly bumped his shoulder with her own. "I'm impressed."

Joonhwi may not have completely overturned the case in Yeseul's favor yet, but he was extremely lucky to have at least outsmarted Prosecutor Jin in the process. More than that, he was lucky to have the quick-witted girl right next to him. To have not just her trust, but also her heart was enough luck for more than a lifetime.

Joonhwi was right.

This was a trust fall exercise, but instead of him catching Sol A, turns out he was the one who fell instead.

Thank God she caught him.

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anonymous said: hii bby, can u do an love unholyc headcanon where the mc likes to randomly send nudes, provocative photos/videos, or voice messages of her touching herself to the guys? (sol, leo and hi) 🥺 and i'm sorry for my english lol luv u <3

anonymous said: ok what about an love unholyc headcanon where the female!reader have nipple and tongue piercing? u can do nsfw if u want :] (with the three main pls!!)

a/n: Decided to combine these two <3 Hope you like them! c: I had a lot of fun writing them~

Leo, Sol and Hi with a MC who has a nipple and tongue piercing and likes to send spicy photos/videos

Okay this guy is so into it.

Like not only does he think it’s sexy, he will ask you for permission to store all your photos and videos in a secure location so he can see them later.

He will also send both photos and videos of himself

He’s crazy about the nipple piercings though, they’re very very very aesthetic to him and yes, he has taken a photo or two of them when you’re together

But the phone calls… the phone calls keep him on the edge. Sometimes he’s doing a shoot and can’t get to the phone, but when he sees he has a new voicemail, he just knows.

He loves how your voice pitches while moaning his name and you recite all the things you want him to do to you.

If he could make a shrine of your nudes he would, trust me.

Leo’s nudes are very artistic, not your classic dick pic, by the way. It’s like they are a part of a erotic photoshoot and he’s given you full permission to keep them if you want.

(Sometimes, when you call him, you’ll admit to touching yourself while looking at one of his photos. And that really makes him run to his car and go to see you immediately.)

He deletes the photos and videos them immediately after seeing them because he’s scared someone will get to his phone and they will see you like that.

He’s a bit possessive like that.

But once or twice he’s touched himself while watching them.

He will never admit to that.

There’s one video that was really hard for him to delete, where you used a pair of cat ears while you played with yourself. He still thinks about that video daily.

He’s kind of intrigued by the piercings. He liked them but didn’t understand why you would wear one on your tongue. Isn’t it uncomfortable?

The answer came to him once when you were going down on him. To this day, he still gets tingles whenever he remembers the coldness of the piercing against his shaft.

He gets very flustered with the phone calls, especially because they are random and he never knows when you’re going to start panting against your phone. Lately, he likes to announce where he’s at before he picks up.

“Hello my love, I’m at the store right now”

(not that it ever stops you)

He’s the most enthusiastic about the piercings out of everyone else.

He will get a matching tongue piercing (and get it removed fairly quickly as he didn’t learn to sing with it and his dad/manager told him to get rid of it.)

He cried, just a little.

Then, he then got his nipples pierced.

He likes buying different jewels for them and also has bought matching ones for the two of you.

But he’s really crazy about your tongue piercing. He thinks it’s really sexy and loves that whenever you’re panting under him, your tongue comes off a little and he can see the piercing there.

He’s also very happy about the way you use it when you go down on him.

Many times you’ve sent him photos of you doing a version of the ahegao face, your tongue piercing on full sight.

He has no shame in picking up dirty calls in the middle of practice. He will smile devilishly on the other side of the line and say some sweet words to encourage you.

(Wonseock and Aiden are starting to suspect)

He’s the most likely to accidentally leave his phone somewhere, so you’ve convinced him to delete the photos and videos after he’s seen them. He pouted at first, but he finally understood. Due to his idol status, you do the same for him when he replies with some spicy photos and videos of himself.

#love unholyc #love unholyc headcanons #choi sol #jung hi #love unholyc leo #love unholyc sol #love unholyc hi #allie after hours

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honeypirate · 3 years

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First and foremost CONGRATULATIONS!! You deserve all of them, as your writing has always been amazing and i love it so I'm thrilled to here you get the recognition you deserve! As for the 420 Event may I request Hinawa (cause im predictable) with in order, 9, 4, and these last two are from the 'pack the bowl' prompt list cause i loved them both 9 and 11. If this is too much or doesnt make much sense feel free to skip it, the bottom line is that Im happy that so many people recognize your talent!

I’m probably gonna say that I had so much fun writing this on every one but I truly had fun writing all of them lmao

Thank you so much for sending in a request! ♥️

Hinawa x fem!reader + Late night drive + normal U + training + they realize they love you

Event Masterlist

Training with Hinawa was a regular occurrence. About every other day you’d meet to train your hand to hand combat skills, keeping each other on your toes.

You haven’t been able to beat him yet, he always finds a way to get around your defenses, always seems to know what you’re going to do next. After many years of friendship and sparring, you haven’t been able to win, until today.

While he was sending a jab to your side, he gets distracted by your pony falling from your hair, the way it fell slowly framing your face had him noticing how your skin seemed to glow in the sunset. He was distracted so he didn’t watch or notice what you were going to do next. instead of dodging or moving back you grabbed his wrist and pulled with all your might, spinning him off his footing as he twisted to have his back to you, you quickly kick the back of his knees and move out of the way as he drops to his back.

You’re on him in an instant, hands on his wrists holding them down beside his head as you laugh “what’s going on Lieutenant? Are you getting rusty? You didn’t let me beat you did you?” Your face was so close to his, he could smell your shampoo and the sweat glistening on your skin. He could feel the way your knees squeeze his sides, your body heat against him and your chests heaving together as you pant.

Your hair framing your face, your eyes shining in the sunset and a cute grin on your lips for getting him pinned. He feels his heart racing, like it was filled with butterflies. He feels the excitement in his veins, like every cell in his body was screaming in happiness because you bested him today. You’ve finally grown stronger and he can’t help the sense of overwhelming pride and… he gasps softly.

You watch his eyes widen momentarily and a small gasp leave his lips. You tilt your head and raise your eyebrows “are you okay?” You ask

he wants to shout about how not okay he is. How he just realized that him, the keep your emotions in check because they’re so exhausting guy… is in love with you.

He clears his throat and smirks “I could get out of this really easily” he says and feels his blood heat up when he feels your knees squeeze him tighter and your hands grip his wrists tighter

“Prove it” you tease and he laughs once before the wind is getting knocked from your lungs with an “oohf” as he flips you, slamming you into the ground as he holds your wrists down.

“Okay, so you were telling the truth” you groan and he chuckles, his hand moving before he could think about the action and brushing your hair from your face and tucking it behind your ear.

This time it’s your turn to gasp softly, your eyes widening as he performs what feels like an extremely intimate moment.

You go silent, looking up at him with doe eyes and a small smile as he internally freaks out over his actions

He clears his throat and climbs off you quickly “I think that’s it for today” he says and you nod, standing up as well “thanks for the lessons Lieutenant” you say and he nods, an unfamiliar blush coating his cheeks.

You can’t stop thinking about training. You’re laying in your bed staring at the ceiling unable to sleep as it runs through your head again and again. The way his cheeks flushed, the way he touched your hair, you don’t know what it was about it but it was different. Something was different and no matter what you did you couldn’t calm your racing heart and anxiety. You tried deep breathing and meditation, you tried music and yoga, nothing. You groan and throw off your covers from bed, pulling on your shoes with your pajamas consisting of black cotton shorts and an old big T-shirt, you throw open your door and find a very stunned looking Lieutenant.

He laughs softly “hi” he says and you raise your eyebrows “hello” it’s quiet for a moment, your cheeks flushing under his soft gaze.

“I wanted to know if you wanted to come with me” he says and you chuckle, a smile finding your lips “where are we going?” You ask him and exit your room

“I don’t really have a destination just wanted to go for a drive” he says with a small smile and you nod

“Okay okay. Let’s go then”

Sitting beside him in the silence of the matchbox was soothing. You realized that your anxiety was gone and so was your crazy racing heartbeat. You looked over at him and smiled softly, what about him made you feel so comfortable? Why him? Why do you—.. you stop your train of thought when you realize where it’s headed.

You couldn’t love the Lieutenant. Surely that wasn’t it. Right? ‘Oh Sol please help’ you think

He meets your eye for a moment as he drives and raises his eyebrows, silently asking if you were okay.

“This is .. really nice. Thank you for inviting me” you say softly and he nods once

“I’m glad you’re here with me” he admits, so soft it felt fragile, which was something you never would think about when you thought about Hinawa.

“I’m glad I’m here with you too” you say, your face feeling warm.

You didn’t know how long you’ve been driving, didn’t look at the clock before you left, but it now says 1:53 and you feel calmer than you have in months.

You’ve talked with him almost this whole time, about anything other than work. You talked about your childhoods and your favorite foods, you talked about your favorite music and movies, you made each other laugh and it felt for the first time you were just two people and all that mattered was the little world inside the matchbox.

You were talking about your favorite book now, talking a bit with your hands as they move with your voice. The back of your hand bumps into his that was resting on the shifter and you pull your hand back with a soft apology as you continue talking.

His hand still feels the warmth of yours against it even though your hand barely touched his for a moment “y/n” he says softly and you turn your head “yeah?”

“Can I borrow that book?” He asks and you nod “of course! I would love to talk about it with you more” he clears his throat and holds out his hand “can I.. hold your hand?” He asks and feels his stomach drop with how utterly fifth grade that sounded.

You don’t answer him, you just slip your hand into his and lace your fingers together, bringing his hand to rest in your lap as you try and calm your fluttering heart.

His heart beats hard in his chest and there’s a smile on his lips that he couldn’t get rid of if he wanted to.

It was silent for a little while, as he drove along the winding road that runs through the town, both of you just sitting with the sweet feeling in your hearts and how nice it felt to be holding hands. Your fingers of your other hand brush against the back of his hand you’re holding, up to his wrist and down to his knuckles as you look out the window.

“May I tell you something?” He asks, breaking the silence and you turn your face towards him

“Anything”

He swallows hard and you see his jaw tense

“I think I’m in love with you” his voice was so quiet you almost missed it

“You think?” You ask, the smile in your voice making him look over to you for a moment and squeeze your hand.

“Well I’m not used to deep feelings” he says

“Hmm yeah that’s true. I’m not that used to them either but..” you lean over and kiss his cheek, whispering into his ear “I’d be happy to learn with you. I think I love you too”

His smile widens as his stomach fills with butterflies, a feeling he's beginning to enjoy again, and he pulls into the garage back at the company, his hand leaving yours so he can downshift before he puts it in neutral and turns off the truck.

He clicks his seat belt off and turns to face you, leaning across the middle, cupping your cheeks “really?” He asks, searching your eyes and you laugh, hands reaching up to rest against his

“Really”

His eyes flick down to your lips before you lean forward, closing the distance as your lips brush against his for just a second.

He takes a sharp inhale when you pull back but then he’s leaning forward, capturing your lips again and making you melt against him.

#hinawa fanfiction #hinawa imagines #hinawa x y/n #hinawa x you #hinawa takehisa x reader #fire force hinawa #hinawa x reader

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glitxhwayventeen · 3 years

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Lonely Hearts Club

Seokmin: Chapter 2 (The Heart Wants What It Wants)

Characters: Seokmin x female reader

Genre/Warnings: multi-member au (different scenarios), werewolf au, fantasy, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), bondage (sort of anyways?), pet names, creampie, squirting, dirty talk, angst, fluff, potential blood mentions, genocide mentions, mental illness (depression implied), sexual mentions, mentions of death, violence mentions. Any others will be put as warnings when future chapters are thought up/written.

Author’s Note: I had the thought to use the song The Heart Wants What It Wants by Selena Gomez for this chapter. Don’t ask me why. I just did. And I’m too sick to change it so here it is.

Please remember that all of these chapters and the content within them are a work of fiction! They’re just for fun/entertainment!

Bold= Dialogue Italics= Thoughts

Slight 🥀 but mostly just pure 💋tbh

Lonely Hearts Club Master Club

Chapter 2: The Heart Wants What It Wants

“Come on Sol! Hurry up! By the time we get there it’ll be dark!” Seokmin complained to the younger wolf, wanting to reach their destination as quickly as possible.

“Aya! I’m moving as fast as I can. You ever think that maybe you’re just a little TOO excited to go see her?” Hansol smirked as he sped up his movements slightly to appease his brother.

It was true, they both knew it. Hell, at this point, Seokmin was sure you’d even realize that he had been counting the seconds before he could come see you again. It had been five days. FIVE DAYS. He felt like he was going crazy without you. His pack tried to cheer him up as best as they could, Jihoon even asked if he wanted to wrestle around outside with him, something Jihoon had hated more than anything. But still, he wanted to do nothing other than sit in front of the window and wait the minutes out till he could see your beautiful face again. Since he met you, he’s never wanted anything more than to spend time with you. And you being gone… well that made it impossible. So you could say he was just a TAD too eager to get back to you…

“Shut up and just- just hurry up would you!” Seokmin growled, slightly out of annoyance that the younger wolf was taunting him and slightly because he had been taking away his newly promised time with you.

It was bad enough he had him carry all the supplies he needed in his backpack, now he was slowing him down too. It was exhausting.

“Geez, you sure are grumpy now. What’s gotten a mate done to you hyung?” Hansol chuckled gently while poking fun at his brother innocently, knowing full well that he was actually being quite tame compared to what most mated wolves would’ve done without seeing their significant other for as long as he had.

“Nothing! I just- I just want to see her is all! You don’t understand. You don’t have a mate yet!” Seokmin groaned while hiking his way up the start of the mountain your cave was located in. He didn’t even have to try to remember how to get there like Hansol did, he could sense you, it was one of the reasons he agreed to bring him along even though he knew it was most likely annoy you.

“Pfff. You’ve had a mate all of five minutes and you’re already acting like you’re a love expert. You’re a piece of work you know that? I didn’t even have to let you come with me today. I fought with Seungcheol Hyung to get him to let you tag along. Don’t make me regret it yeah?” Hansol rolled his eyes, trudging along right behind his older impatient brother. He felt for him, he really did. He couldn’t imagine what he’d do in his situation, but he wasn’t about to let Seokmin be a dick to him just because he hasn’t seen you in a week. Surely it couldn’t be THAT hard for him to be less of an asshole.

“Look- I’m sorry okay? I just…” Seokmin halted his actions of climbing up a rocky trail before he turned to his friend, “Its bad enough she doesn’t love me. But with her not loving me AND being gone for almost a week, it feels like- like all my insides have been scooped out and… and I can’t find them anymore. I feel like an empty shell.” He continued, “But I know that if I could just- if I could just see her again, all of it would just heal over and I’d be happy to wake up in the morning again. So I NEED to see her, okay?” Seokmin gripped his hair tightly, partly in frustration and partially in defeat.

He wasn’t even sure what would happen when you’d see him again. You could really just slap him and tell him you never wanted him in your presence again. But he HAD to try, he NEEDED to smell your sweet scent again. He HAD to look at your angelic face again. He felt like he was gonna explode if he didn’t.

“I don’t know what’ll happened if I don’t. And trust me when I say, you don’t want to find out.” He finished as he started his trekking back up, leaving his brother taken aback by his sudden exposed fragility.

“It’s okay. I get it, I mean, I may not have a mate, but I’m not an idiot. We can all see how it’s killing you not to be around her man. She’ll come around. Don’t worry. It all just takes some time. Especially after everything that’s happened to her.” Hansol assured as he sat his hand on Seokmin’s shoulder in a comforting manner, causing the older wolf to smile at him in gratitude.

“Thanks Sol. I hope you’re right. Because I’m gonna start worrying for my sanity if so have to wait much-” Seokmin suddenly stopped speaking mid-sentence once he sensed that something was… different about you as they had gotten close enough to your den for him to feel you.

“Hyung? You good? Is everything alright-” Hansol tried while waving his hand in front of his brother’s zoned out face.

Seokmin quickly grabbed his hand and pushed it away before growling, “You need to leave.”

“Leave? What do you mean leave? We have to check on (Y/N) remember?” Hansol laughed aloud, attempting to start his walking back up.

Seokmin wraps his hand around Hansol’s wrist and spun him around to look at him.

“No. I’ll check on her. You need to go back to the house and make sure no one else comes up here. Got it?” He lets out, tightening his grip on the young boys arm without even realizing it.

“Seokmin, what the hell? Why on Earth would I do that? I have to help her-” Hansol tried to reason and attempted to break the hold he had on his wrist.

When Hansol met Seokmin’s eyes, he could see that they had turned blood red. He jumped back slightly, startled at his brother’s sudden mood shift.

“No. I’m the only one that’s allowed to help her the way she is. You need to leave. Now.” He growled as he released his hand from Hansol’s limb and started to continue walking to your den.

“And DON’T wait up for me.” He declared to the younger wolf, leaving him standing there stunned in his spot as he watched him stomp up towards the cave’s opening.

You had been pulling and pulling to no avail. You needed out. You felt like you were a living flame that needed to be put out. You moved your hips a little too quickly one way, causing a small whimper to emit from your lips. You were too fucking sensitive. Everything hurt.

“And you didn’t think to tell me that this-” Seokmin surprised you as he gestured around your cave, “Was your important business?” He chuckled out as he knelt down beside you.

Before he walked into your cave, he could already feel the change in your energy, he wasn’t sure what it was exactly. But he just knew he didn’t want ANYONE ELSE but him to see you in your current state. Red flags went off in his head the second Hansol stepped even one foot too close to the vicinity of your cave. He got territorial without even knowing why he didn’t want anyone else around you.

Now that he had actually entered your cave, he understood why. You were against the farthest rock wall from the opening. You were wearing nothing but your small green tank top and a pair of lacy panties. Your hair was damp against your skin, your lips were chapped, and you had a thin layer of sweat adorned on your glowing skin. You were growling out in frustration. Chains laid above your head, your wrists tightly held in place as you winced in pain. Not from trying to get out of your restraints, but from the obvious discomfort between your legs. Your panties had, at this point, been completely soaked through, the wetness clear to anyone who would have dared to witness your display.

That’s when he understood why you had been trying so hard to get away from him: you were in heat. You needed to run away so you wouldn’t go crazy around his pack. So you came back to your den to ride it out. Alone. Even though you had a mate.

“I thought you would’ve figured it out by now” you respond, lolling your head to the side from exhaustion with a seductive smirk on your face. Heat was truly fucking horrible chained to a wall. And now that Seokmin was here, it was like the Gods had finally answered your prayers for release. You HAD to have him and you had to have him right then and there.

“Help me- Please!” you whined out, tugging on your chains hard hoping he would get what you were hinting at.

“I don’t think taking them off you is a good idea. Who knows what you’d do” Seokmin replied before he took off his pack and pulled a rag out from the biggest pocket.

He drenched it in one of your buckets of water and placed it on your scorching head, you hissed at the feeling of something so cold having touched your flaming skin.

You let out a dry chuckle before responding, “You. I’d do you. Now help me out of these. Please.” You begged, eyes turning emerald green at the thought of finally getting your neediness taken care of by the man in front of you.

“(Y/N)- I- I don’t think you understand what you’re asking.” He attempted to reason with you, trying his absolute best to remain unaffected by your current state.

But it was hard. You were half naked, chained to the wall in heat, pleading with him to help you. And God, did he want to help you. Every instinct in him was telling him to ravage you and make you his.

“I know exactly what I’m asking you to do. Please Seokmin- It hurts! Please take my pain away. Please!” You groaned out as you shook your chains in impatience, “Don’t you want to help me?” You questioned him with an innocence face, but your eyes couldn’t have been more dirty. Fuck. You were gonna kill him with that mischievous little glint in your eyes.

“I- I do. But I cant. (Y/N), you’ll regret it if I help you that way. The best I can do is-” His sentence broke as you rubbed your foot against the crotch of his jeans, causing a cut off hiss to expel from his lips, “Is- is help you ride it out by taking care of your symptoms.” He stuttered as he denied you, it was taking everything he had to hold himself back from attacking your lips. You were making everything EXTREMELY hard for him. Literally.

But he knew you’d be upset with him if he did what you wanted him to do right now. He’d be taking advantage of your vulnerable state. That’s not how he wanted his first time with you to go. Or anytime with you for that matter. He wanted you to be fully aware of what would be happening and he wanted you to be glad it was taking place because you loved him, not because you were a sex crazed animal in the middle of mating season.

Tears started to form in your eyes and began to slide down your cheeks. You couldn’t take it anymore. He was right there, and touching you, but not in the place you needed him most. It was killing you. The ache between your legs was getting to be too much for you to bare.

“PLEASE SEOKMIN PLEASE! I can’t take this anymore! You’re so close but you’re too far away. I want you to take care of me. Please!” You wailed out, thrashing yourself around as you tried to find some stimulation, hell, ANY stimulation you could get to rub against your heat.

“(Y/N), I can’t. You’re just saying that because you’re going through your mating cycle. If you were thinking normally, you would probably have already pushed me out of your den by now. You don’t want me, you want your pain to go away. And that’s not reason enough for me to break, I’m sorry. ” Seokmin spoke softly, upset that he had to speak his reality into existence.

He wanted you to want him, but he knew that normal you didn’t. Hormone you only wanted him to scratch an itch for you. And as much as his inner wolf was pleading with him to heed to your request, he couldn’t. Not if it meant you’d hate him more afterwards.

“You think I don’t normally want you? Do you know how hard it is to stay away from you? Do you even know what it takes to be as cold towards you as I am? It kills me. I want to be sitting in your lap all the god damn time for fucksakes. All I want to do is get on my knees for you 24 hours of the fucking day and suck your soul out. I want you to hold me down on a bed and fuck the living daylights out of me. I want you to pound me so hard all I know is your name. But it’s just my natural instinct to resist you after everything that’s happened. But PLEASE, I can’t take this anymore. I want you to help me. I NEED you to help me. Please Seokmin?” You yelled out to get his attention with one final plea, looking at him with watery red eyes and a pushed out lip.

He stared you deep in the eyes as he debated what to do. On one hand, he didn’t want you to be remorseful over this. But on the other hand, his cock was already scrapping his jeans because of how aroused your current state had made him. You were ducking dripping onto the cave floor and it was all because of him. It was all FOR him. Oh, fuck it.

He quickly attached his chapped lips to your near bloody ones from biting them to suppress groans, feverishly moving his in an effort to make up for lost time. You whimpered into his mouth and tugged on your restraints, showing him that you wanted them off. He gave you a dirty smirk before he grabbed the key setting juuuust out of your reach and unlocked your chains. Once free, you all but threw yourself at Seokmin, smashing your lips back onto his like your life depended on it. You were gripping his hair roughly while forcing your mouth to his with such force, you could feel your teeth clashing. You had to have him touch you more, you NEEDED him to touch you more.

He stood the both of you up and rid you of your shirt and panties in a flash. Soon, his own articles of clothing were gone and, before you knew it, he was holding you against the cave wall, you legs wrapped around his waist as you grinded against his member for some sweet friction.

He grabbed your hair and forced your head to the side for better access as he started making small love bites up and down your neck and chest. You scrapped your nails through his hair, the little pleasure starting to affect you in ways you had never even dreamed it would. It felt like he was the only thing holding you to earth as you held onto him for dear life, both of you far too gone to care about anything else but the feeling of each other’s touch.

The hand that was still in your hair pulled you to look back at him as he spoke to you with soft eyes, “Are you sure you want this baby? We can stop if you want to. I don’t want to do something you’re not ready for.”

He knew the chances of you wanting to stop while you were in heat were slim to none, but he also knew that you wanted nothing to do with him most of the time. He didn’t want you to be angry with him later. He needed fo be SURE you knew the consequences to what you were asking him to do.

“Yes. I’m sure. Now PLEASE just fuck me before I go crazy. Please!” You replied as you held his hair in a death grip, slowly rubbing your slit against his member. This let him shallowly dip into you and caused a light squeal to emit from your chest.

He positioned himself fully in front of your entrance, giving you a final look, wanting you to give him another form of assurance before he continued with his actions. You nodded your head at him as you pulled him in for a passionate kiss of approval.

He hurriedly buried himself completely inside of you, both of you moaning out from pleasure in the process. A deep growl came from Seokmin’s chest as he dug his face into your neck in an effort to try and hold himself still so you could adjust to his long length. As much as he wanted to start fucking you into the cave wall, he refused to continue until he knew you were comfortable enough to move on.

Soon, you started to rut against him, trying pathetically to get him to move. He got the hint fast and pulled out so that just his tip was barely inside you before he pushed himself back in at full speed. The action had forced all the air out of your lungs and had you grasping for any part of him that was within your reach. He was fucking you brutally against the wall and you felt like you were in Heaven.

“Fuck- you take me so well baby. Like you were made for me. Bet you wanted me to fuck your pretty little pussy since the day we met” He breathed out, causing you to whine in response to his filthy words.

You were so sensitive from the days of being locked away with no satisfaction, your walls were already fluttering around his cock after just a minute or two of him being inside you. The feeling of you clenching around him made his eyes roll to the back of his head from sheer ecstasy. He wasn’t gonna last long, but he was determined to get you there first. You were his main priority. Especially with you being in heat, he was insistent on making you cum first.

“Do I really feel that good?” You asked in choked out breaths and chuckled lightly at his fucked out expression. He had his eyes partially closed and his brows were pushed into a concentrated face, he looked spectacular.

“Baby, you have no idea how good your little cunt feels” he groaned out and pulled you in for another kiss, quickening his pace as he was getting closer to his release.

He halted his actions before he sat you back onto the cave floor and positioned you on all fours. He entered you from behind and started thrusting into you at an inhuman pace. He grabbed your hair and pulled your body to his chest, making your mouth fall open in response to your new position as he moved his hand that was in your hair to your throat. He was sooooo much deeper now, he was hitting your cervix with every movement. You were sure he was gonna break you in two.

You gasped when he hit juuust the right spot inside you, “Fuck! I- I’m so close!” you squealed out, grabbing the hand he had around your throat and squeezing it tightly in an unsuccessful attempt to ground yourself.

“I know baby- fuck! You’re getting so tight around me, like a good little cocksleeve. So fucking perfect.” He darkly chuckled out, still mercilessly thrusting himself into you. He quickly added his other hand down to rub your swollen clit.

“Please- I-I can’t. Fuck! It’s too much I’m gonna-” you said as you tried to push his hand away. The pleasure his hand provided was too much for you, It felt like you were going to explode.

“Shh. It’s alright, I want you to. Go ahead baby, I know you need to. It must’ve been soooo hard going all this time without my dick to help you,” he cooed at you with a seductive smirk, “But You’ve been such a good girl princess. And Good girls deserve to be rewarded. Good girls get to cum on their daddy’s cock” he whispered as he licked up evilly from your collarbone to your ear, still pounding into you so hard you could hardly breathe and still rubbing your clit like it was the last thing he’d ever do.

“But I- You have to stop before I-” just as you were about to finish your sentence, a white wave of euphoria hit you, stopping you dead in your tracks.

“Holy shit” you heard Seokmin say as you started to come down from your high. You had thrown yourself out of his arms and onto your palms, now holding the ground in front of you.

“I made you squirt. Jesus Christ that was so hot baby” He spoke as he tapped his now soaked cock on your plump ass before he slid himself back into your pussy.

You whimpered loudly in response, “No please daddy- it’s too much. I- I cant-” You started to squirm from the overstimulation before Seokmin took your arms and pinned them behind your back with his hand, pushing your upper body to the ground.

“You can take a bit more baby. I know you can. I need to finish still. And It’s only fair that you’re nice to me now that I’ve been so nice to you right princess?” He teased while still pushing in and out of you sloppily to get himself off.

You whined slightly before you started to lazily clench your walls around him, trying to get him there quicker through the pain of your sensitivity. But you started to feel that familiar feeling building back up in your stomach. For most female wolves, their heat would start up their need immediately after relief unless one thing was done…

“Shit baby, I’m close. Where do you want me to cum? I could cum in your pretty little mouth so you can swallow all of me. Or I could paint your sweet ass with my cum so everyone will know you’re my little cock slut. It’s up to you princess” Seokmin gritted out through his teeth, smacking your ass with one hand and using the other one with the grip on your waist to pull you back to him over and over again.

“I- I need you to cum inside me.” You mustered out, already moaning out incoherent sounds from being so close to your own high so soon after your last one.

Seokmin’s rhythm faltered for a moment as he took in what you had just said before he spoke up again, “But baby… are you sure?” He did his best to sound as concerned as he could while he was still balls deep inside you. But fuck, it was hard when all he wanted to do was breed you like the bitch in heat you were.

“Yes. Please! It’ll make it go away for longer. Please! Cum inside me daddy” You all but screamed as he managed to graze your sweet spot.

He wouldn’t normally want to risk something like that, even with his own mate, he’d still want to be sure they were both ready for the possibility of a child in case. But all he could focus on was your tight cunt sucking him in over and over and how he wanted to help you with your heat as much as possible. You asked him to cum inside you. So that’s exactly what he was gonna do.

He threaded his brows together in concentration as he worked his way to his high. You had already started going over the edge for the second time today. Your moans and sounds were music to his ears, so his fangs had elongated. But because he wasn’t sure where you two had stood, he just decided to bite his bottom lip instead to keep himself from marking you.

“Fuck! Be a good little slut and take all of it.” He groaned as he pushed himself as deep into you as he could, emptying his load and releasing his hot thick cum against your walls in the process.

You were both a panting sweaty mess. He pulled out, an action to which you whined from the lack of fullness, and grabbed his shirt to help you clean up. Once you were both clean, he sat down beside you against your wall. You were still panting, but were remarkably quiet

“Are you upset with me?” Seokmin asked looking at his hands, doing everything he could to keep from meeting your gaze that had found him the second he started speaking.

“No I’m not mad at you. What makes you think that?” You answered, your mind still a little groggy and your voice still a little strained from the sex.

“I just figured you would be because we fucked. And then I came- well you know…” he responded, rubbing the back of his neck slightly.

“I’m not mad. Just tired. I asked you to help me and you did. I asked you to cum inside me and you did. So even if I wanted to be mad, I wouldn’t really have the right to be.” You added, hoping to ease his worries slightly while you were trying your best not to nod off to sleep.

“Yeah about that… why did you ask me to-” Seokmin started his sentence before you stopped him, immediately knowing what he was referring to.

“It keeps the need away for longer. Don’t ask me how I know. I just do. And I figured you’d need at least a few minutes before we could go for another round, so it seemed like the most viable option.” You stated matter of factly, running your trembling fingers through your messy hair before you sat them down on your lap.

“Oh. I see.” He said as he started to get visibly nervous. You knew where he was about to go with this sentence too, but you decided you’d let him ask anyways, “so… what does this mean? Are you gonna go back to hating me now?”

“I never hated you to begin with Seokmin. I just- I didn’t want a new mate. After what happened to my old one, it just- it didn’t feel right. So I was cold to you, and it’s not like I felt nothing for you then. I just- didn’t want to. As for the state of our relationship, I’m not really sure what we are myself. But I do know that I don’t want to be mean to you anymore. You never deserved it. You were just trying to love me, you didn’t do anything wrong. But I’m just not sure how good of a mate I’d be to you at the moment. I’ll do my best.” You huffed out earnestly as you turned your entire body to look at him.

He looked exhausted and you knew that that was your fault. But that still didn’t change the fact that you thought he was the most attractive person ever in that moment, still attempting to catch his breath, his hair matted and stuck to his forehead from sweat. He beamed a smile at you.

“I can live with that” he let out as he grabbed your petite hand in his big one and brought it up to his lips for a kiss.

“But why? Why would you want that if it means that you’d have a mate who still wasn’t capable of loving you properly?” You questioned. That thought had been on your mind since the second after he told you he had imprinted on you. Why would he want you if you didn’t even know how to love him?

Seokmin played with your fingers for a moment before he spoke again with a sweet smile that melted your heart, “The Heart Wants What It Wants I guess.”

(Updated 9/8)

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