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iaeriy · 25 days

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sneak out • fermín

summary; sneaking out of classes for ‘free’ time (based on this request!!

word count; 2.8k!!!

warning; spanish sentences, smut, slapping, bathroom sex, squirting

a/n: took awhile but here ya go! 🏩

You sighed in annoyance attempting to find another textbook, “i’m sure its in your bag!” aurora spoke, you whined in annoyance. You grabbed your tote checking, “oh found it!” You shouted, you ran out your room. “okay we can go now!” you said, she smiled looking at you. “gavi is picking us up..” she spoke, you nodded your head sitting on the kitchen stool. “is fer-“ she cut you off, “yes he’ll be there too.” she said, you giggled. Fermin and gavi were best freinds ever since they were particularly trained under barcelonas football academy, aurora was gavis older sister. You in the other hand were dating fermín, he was a very sweet kind hearted boy..although.. onthe other hand..he was a very..different person in private. You swung your legs around the stool, she laughed at your movements. “can’t believe how short you are..” she mumbled, you rolled your eyes. “funny..your brother is too..” you spoke.

she smiled at your comment, “come on let’s go now! they’re here!” she said, you got up walking to the door. she followed you behind, “go in the back.” gavi said, you nodded your head. opening the back door, you giggled when you saw none other but fermín. you sat on the back next to him, meanwhile aurora sat on the front. “hi mi amor..” he said, you kissed his cheek. “you trust mister grumpy pants here driving your car?” you spoke, gavi turned his head. “yes he does actually! what about you.” he said, you rolled your eyes. “he trusts me enough..” you spoke, he chuckled driving to the building. fermíns hand restrd on your thigh, your head resting on his shoulder. he watched you play a small little game on your phone, “tan hermosa eres..” (how cute you are..” he whispered, you laughed at the comment. “me estás mirando jugar el juego?” (you’re watching me play the game?) you said, he nodded his head. his hand squished your thigh, you looked at him. “no lo hagas..” (don’t do it..) you whispered quietly, he pouted. his fingers tracing up to your inner thigh.

you attempted to ignore the touch, he kissed around your jaw. you huffed out, turning your head. you held his chin, he looked at you. “no. not in here.” you said smacking his cheek playfully, he kissed your forehead. “fine. i’ll make it up.” he said, going back to watching you play your game. “we’re here you love birds.” gavi spoke, you got off fermín. the two of you getting out the car, followed by gavi and aurora. you locked your arm with his, following him. “i hate not having class with you.” he murmured, you giggled. “poor baby..it’s okay..you’ll see me during the free period.” you spoke. you, gavi and aurora said your goodbyes, fermín wallking you to class. “i don’t want to leave..” he sighed, you giggled. “it’ll be for an hour..okay? i love you.” you said kissing his lips, he kissed back. you smiled walking into your class.

you put your wired headphones on, sitting down on your seat, being focused in you got your textbook starting to write notes. writing down, doodling, taking notes.

30 minutes later..

your phone chimed through your headphones, the ringtone maming you jump up. you opened up your phone checking at the notification.

mi amorcito 🩵: im outside waiting for you right now, come out now..

you looked up, swallowing down nervously. you gathered your stuff putting them back in your tote bag. you got up excusing yourself, you walked outside the small building. you looked around, pulling your phone out clicking on his contact, texting him.

you: i’m outsidee

fermín went behind you grabbing you by your waist, you screamed smacking him on the chest. “seriously!” you said, he chuckled kissing your cheek. you put your phone on your bag, taking off your headphones. he held your hand, “come on..” he said, you frowned “where are we going..!” you whined, he smiled. the two of you walking another building, you were curious. that wasn’t until you reached the building, it was empty. more of a small living room area, right across were vending machines then a big hallway, you looked around. “why haven’t i seen this place..” you whispered, he chuckled. “i don’t take you out as much..” he said, you giggled. “it’s very big..thought everything echoes.” you rolled your eyes, you walked around looking at every corner. fermín went behind you, carrying you, a squeal coming out of you. “fermín! put me down! someone could catch us!” you whined, he chuckled. “fine.” he said, putting you down. he grabbed your hand pulling you to a hallway, you followed him behind like a lost puppy. “ven apúrate oyi a alguien!” (come on hurry up!) he whisper yelled, he opened the bathroom door getting as you quietly ran inside.

you closed the door quietly, you turned around as he pinned you against the door. you looked up at him, “what are you doing! we’re going to get caught!” you whispered, he shook his head. “just stay quiet..” he spoke quietly, you furrowed your brows. you felt him playing with the bow on your shirt, his eyes narrowed down slighty widening when he saw you wearing a skirt. you were quiet, couldn’t even hear your breathing at all. meanwhile for fermín, he was already thinking..thinking what he could do right now. you looked at him, “what’s wrong..you’re zoned out..” you said, he shook his head. “oh, nothing..” he spoke, you smiled kissing his cheek. he watched you walk away, the skirt catching his attention. you fixed the little bow-string you used to cover up your hairtie from your braids, fermín sneaked behind you, his hand gliding up to your skin. he squeezed your thigh, you blushed heavily looking down still fixing your hair. “fermí..” you mumbled in a singingly tone.

he began kissing and nibbling on your neck, you raised your head up watching him through the mirror. “w-what are you doing..” you whispered, he continued kissing your skin. his fingers pulling your skirt up, “h-hey!” you whined, he slapped your ass. you startled at the smack looking at him, “be quiet, we don’t want to get caught..remember..” he said, you nodded your head. you turned around facing him, your eyes looking down before looking up at him. “how did this happen..” you frowned. “hellooooo..answer m-“ fermíns lip smashed against yours, you kissed back wrapping your arms around his neck. he grabbed you by your ass picking you up, placing you on the sink. your hands traveling to his shirt, you raised it up as he took it off, lips still glued onto you. your hands trailing everywhere on his chest, he tugged on your shirt. “arms up.” he whispered, you nodded breathing heavily as you lifted your arms up. he pulled your shirt up, you kissed him again cupping his cheeks. you tugged on his pants, “please..” you breathlessly whispered, he chuckled.

“needy aren’t you?” he spoke, you kept tugging on the side of the jeans whining, he slapped your boob. you whined, staring at him, “go on, unbutton them.” he said, you didn’t hesitate to unbutton his pants, you blushed at the print aching through his boxers. he cupped your cheek kissing you again, you kissed back with a whimper feeling his hand harshly squeeze your ass. he pulled your skirt down as your thumb caressed his length in circles, you bit his lip teasingly. his fingers interlocking in between the sides of your panties, he pulled them down as you giggled. he turned you around in a swift movement causing you to gasp, he squished your ass cheek giving it a slight slap. you bit down on your lip holding your noise in, he began kissing your neck softly, you leaned your head backing resting it against his shoulder. you felt his hands trickle down to your pussy, he began rubbing on your clit causing you to slightly moan. you held onto the sink, his fingers rubbing your clit in a circular motion, the wet kisses planted on your neck causing your breathing to hitch out.

“u-ugh! just..” you whined out, he smacked your ass. “be patient. lower your voice too.” he muttered, you noddes your head looking down. he pulled down his boxers, he slapped your ass as you shuddered. “try not to be as loud..” he whispered, sliding himself in. you moaned softly, eyes rolling back at the stretch. he held onto the sink next to you, thrusting slowly at first. you leaned your head to the side, letting fermin kiss your neck more. he groaned at your stretch, “fuck..you’re so tight..” he whispered, you whimpered at his hand squeezing your ass, “i don’t think i can..stay this q-quiet..” you whispered out, moaning when he pulled out and slammed himself again. “e-especially..if y-you keep doing that..” you whimpered, he chuckled slightly pacing up into you. your head falling back against his shoulder, your back arched holding onto the sink feeling him everywhere taking up every inch of your walls. “hmm..isn’t this what you wanted..” he said, you were attempting to stay quiet, hiccupy and whiny whimpers coming out of you. “c’mon answer me.” he slapped your ass, you nodded your head. “y-yes! y-you did..t..too!” you spoke, mumbling out the last part.

he gripped onto your hip, thrusting quicker into you. you whimpered, head lowering down towards the sink. your hands holding onto the sink as fermíns hand traveled to your back, he kept slamming himself back and forth unclamping your bra. your head rises up as you heard the material fall to the floor, he squeezed your boobs smirking, you moaned uncontrollably attempting to stay quiet within every thrust. “look up brat.” he said lifting your chin up, you whined biting down on your lip trying to stay quiet. “t-this i-is so r-risky..” you murmured whining, he slapped your ass. “quit complaining.” he said, you whimpered at the smack holding still onto the sink. “quieres que me mueva rápido?” (want me to move quicker?) he whispered in your ear, you shook your head whining. “i-it’s gonna c-cause m-more noi!-“ you were cut off as you felt his fingers slip in your mouth, you whined. “shut up..” he whispered, he thrusted deeper causing you to gasp. he shoved his free fingers into your mouth, you sucked around his fingers—your moans coming out muffled and gurgled. you moaned uncontrollably around him.

the tip of his cock already abusing near your g-spot, you kept sucking around his fingers he groaned watching you through the mirror, you blushed heavily.

he pulled out midway as you whined, “w-why’d you s-stop..” you mumbled, he pushed you further into the sink, your ass now fully out, back arched. you frowned, “s-seriously! o-oh fuck!” you moaned loudly once you felt him enter again, thrusting harder into your sensitive spot. you gripped onto his wrist, his finger slightly pushing in deeper into your mouth. you gagged around his finger, your ass smacking against his pelvis as you held onto the sink. “shhhh..” he whispered in your ear, you nodded your head. his fingers going in deeper, you sucked around them, swirling your tongue around coating them in your saliva. he thrusted further into you, your eyes rolling back. he chuckled watching your reflection. “aww..look how cute..” he said, you rolled your eyes crying out a whine. his finger going deeper yet again, you gagged smacking his hand off. “shhhh..calláte.” (be quiet.) he whispered, you nodded your head quickly as he began thrusting into your g-spot. you moaned louder, gripping onto the sink. “f-fer!” you moaned out, he slapped your ass. “que te cálles.” (i said be quiet.) you cried out, nodding your head again. your stomach fluttering with butterflies.

you struggled yet again to stay quiet, a string of saliva attached to your lips, he pulled his fingers out your mouth. you breathed heavily yet breathlessly, coughing after his index finger was deep into your throat. he reached further down hiding your panties behind you, distracted by the pleasure you kept whimpering in between hoping a single cry or moan would slip out. your ass smacking against his skin, making it sticky from the sweat forming from your bodies. “see..wasn’t too hard right..” he spoke ksksing your neck, you whined. “s-shut up!” you slightly shouted. he slapped your ass harshly, “bratty much..” he spoke, you looked at him. “b-be quie-“ he didn’t hesitate to stuff your baby pink lace thong into your mouth. your eyes widened, “not so talkative now huh.” he said, you whined causing it to muffle, he chuckled. he grabbed your waist, turning you around. you stumbled looking at him, hands placed behind your back on the sink, he thrusted up harder into into you. you arched your back, moaning loudly. your chest arching into his, legs wrapping around his torso. your head fell onto his shoulder as he continued thrusting up into you.

you felt him thrust into your g-spot, you cried out yet again. legs shaking as you attempted to hold onto him even tightly. you pulled your panties out your mouth throwing it on the floor, you cupped his cheek, kissing him deeply. he kissed back, your moans muffling as his lips synced with yours. your eyes all teary, feeing the pressure on your stomach. “i-i feel close..” you whispered, he continued thrusting into you. “just a few more..” he groaned in your ear, gripping your waist before turning you around yet again. you blushed heavily, he began thrusting quicker into you. his hand traveling down to your clit, his fingers surprising you as they began rubbing against your hardened pearl. you arched your back crying out a moan, “d-don’t s..stop..” you moaned out, he groaned feeling you tighten around him.

his cock slowly began to twitch inside of you, he whimpered feeling you clench everywhere. his thrusts getting sloppier and slightly slower, “y-you’re tightening like crazy..” he whispered, you blushed heavily lowering your head down, he lifted your head up. “watch yourself..” he groaned out, you gasped feeling your orgasm closer and closer. “c-close..!” his fingers pacing up quickly, “l-let go.” he groaned out, you gripped onto the counter shaking uncontrollably. your stomach began tightening and burning as your moans went into breathless screams. it didn’t take you long to gush around him, you whimpered coming down from your high as he moaned in your ear, his seed shooting up inside of you. you sighed shakily resting your head on his shoulder, “amor..are you okay..” he said, you nodded your head. “you might want to get your little friend out of me tho..” you said, he smiled. “oops sorry..” he said, he moved away from you, you grunted at the emptiness. you leans against the sink, holding onto the sides. you watched him put his boxers on then later on his shirt.

your eyes widened at the shaking from your legs, “woah..” you said, he looked up at you putting his pants back on. “hm?” he spoke, sliding your panties into his pocket. “n-nothing..” you said, he grabbed your skirt. “here, let’s hurry up, gavi already texted me 30 minutes ago..” he spoke, you giggled sliding your legs into the material. “turn around..” he said, you nodded your head as his hand slid your hair to the side putting your bra on. “do you have your shirt?” he said, you nodded your head handing it to him, “arms up.” he said, you rolled your eyes raising your arms up as he put your shirt back on you, you smiled. “i’m going go need help walking tho..” you spoke, he chuckled nodding his head. “sit on the sink just one last time.” he said, you sighed sitting on the counter. you winced at the soreness, he grabbed paper towels cleaning off the liquid dripping out of your thighs. he chuckled, you smacked his shoulder. “seriously!” you whined, he kissed your cheek. “it’s okay, you’ll be fine. you’re cleaned up amor.” he pecked your forehead.

“okay you can get off now.” he said as he went to throw away the paper towel, you hopped off the sink holding onto the sink afterwards, you winced again, “do they hurt?” he said, getting your stuff. you nodded, “..and they ache too..” you spoke, he walked over to you kissing your head. “I’ll make it up later, let’s go now.” he spoke, he handed you your bag, “hold onto my arm instead, your limping is obvious..” he spoke, you giggled getting your tote bag as you locked your arm around his walking out the bathroom. you widened your eyes before realizing as you tried your best not to limp while realizing.

“um fermín..” you whispered. “si?” he spoke looking at you, “you never put my panties on..” you looked down whispering.

“don’t worry..that’s for me to keep.”

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iamthecomet · 6 months

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oooh i need to know how rainy reacts to seeing swiss or mountain next to aurora

You could not have sent this ask on a better day, Anon.

Kinktober - Day 13 - Size Difference

Almost 900 words of Rain pining over Mountain and Aurora in a very public place.

Rain can’t stand it anymore. Dew, Aeon, and Swiss are talking about something–guitars maybe. Beer? Rain doesn’t know. He shifts, feet sticking to the floor of the dive bar just enough to make him cringe. If he was more clear-headed he might just leave. This place is gross. Swiss always has terrible taste in bars. They’re always dirty, sticky, smelling of stale cigarettes and old beer. They remind him of the little music venues Dew will sometimes drag him to. The ones where they stand at the back the room and watch some hardcore or black metal band. Sipping watered down beer and watching Humans try to kill each other in the pit.

At least then, there’s entertainment. He doesn’t get this though. The appeal of coming somewhere like this just to drink?

Swiss says it’s because the drinks are cheap, but that doesn’t really matter anymore. And honestly, Rain would have gone back to the hotel a while ago if it wasn’t for the scene unfolding in front of him.

Mountain’s teaching Aurora how to play pool. His big body tucking around hers as he teaches her how to hold the cue. How to aim. Bending her down over the table with a hand flat on her back.

And Rain is hard. Straining against his jeans. If he moves away from the cover of the bar he’ll be in trouble. He angles his body to try to make sure no one sees.

He doesn’t feel like making a scene tonight.

Mountain bends, spine curving down to whisper something Aurora’s ear. She laughs. Cumulus and Cirrus stand at the other end of the pool table watching. Cirrus leans against the wall, cue in hand, eyes narrowed as she takes in the spectacle. Rain can’t decide if the look on her face is because she wants to win at pool, or she’s hungry for the same thing Rain is.

Mountain’s fingers cover Aurora’s completely when he adjusts her grip. She smiles up at him, cheeks pinking with a blush that makes Rain’s cock kick in his pants. His mouth is dry. He takes a sip of beer to fix it. The bitter end of it doesn’t help. He wants to wash it down with the sweat beading on Mountain’s neck. He can see it, glistening against his throat.

Aurora looks over her shoulder with bright eyes. She presses back against Mountain as he adjusts her stance and Rain feels like he might blow it right here.

Mountain’s hand comes to rest on her belly. Rain can see the span of his hand. Thumb slipping below the hem of her cropped shirt. Palm flat to her skin. That hand covers all of her, from hip to hip.

Rain watches as Mountain’s fingers flex and he pulls her back just a little. A noise builds deep in his throat, a growl or a whine he doesn’t know.

“Take the shot. You can fuck later,” Cirrus says, rolling her eyes. Aurora’s blush deepens. The outburst does nothing to pull Rain from his reverie. He can’t stop watching as Mountain holds Aurora close, guides her to pull back the cute, to shoot.

She makes the shot, a ball dropping into the corner pocket. Aurora whoops. Jumping, throwing her arms around Mountain’s neck. Pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Rain watches him blush too, grinning down at Aurora as she celebrates.

“You get to go again,” he says to her, still holding her a little to close to be just instructional. Rain reaches down to adjust himself in his pants. He wonders if he can hide it long enough to walk to the bathroom. To jack off into a dingy toilet to this image.

Aurora grins up at Mountain, there’s something strangely predatory about it. It makes Rain’s stomach hurt.

“Will you help me again?”

From her spot against the wall, Cirrus groans. Cumulus hits her softly on the arm, as if to tell her to be nice. Rain can’t help but feel the same sentiment. He’d love for Aurora’s turn to be over so he can breathe properly again.

Instead, Mountain folds himself around her again. Presses her hips tight to the pool table. Clearly grinding his own against the swell of her ass. He engulfs her. Rain feels like he’s about to catch on fire. His cock leaks in his pants. He can feel the wetspot against his palm as he touches himself. He can’t pretend to be adjusting anymore, he’s grinding into his own palm, hissing through his teeth at the pressure. He’s just lucky Dew, Swiss, and Aeon are engaged in a heated debate about guitar strings or some other asinine thing. Aurora makes the next shot too and Mountain stays glued to her as they shift around the table. Rain grinds his palm down harder into his cock and gives himself a tight squeeze. Hips rolling up against his hand. He’s probably going to cum right here, in his pants in a dirty bar just from this, from them. He should feel bad about it, maybe, getting himself off in public like this. To a pool game of all things. But there’s no blood left in his brain for shame to use. He huffs out a sigh in lieu of the moan he wants to and prepares to make a mess of himself.

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riconas · 9 months

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@myghemicalghostmance @media-noche

happy to announce the hotel room only had one bed.

sequel to this ficlet

It’s late when they get to the hotel. The only rule Papa tells them to abide by, albeit with very tired eyes and the air of a man who has seen too much for his time, is “don’t break anything.” Everybody looks very pointedly at Dewdrop as he says so. Aeon wipes his sweaty palms on his jeans.

He’s assigned a room with Rain, but knowing his packmates, on-paper roommates never really stay as they are. The moment keycards are distributed, he sees them swapping hands. He trails behind Rain all the way to the lift, while Dew and Aurora race to press the button first.

“Swap with me,” Swiss says to him in an aside, holding his keycard between his index and middle finger. “I’m with Dew.”

Aeon looks up at him gratefully. “You don’t mind rooming with Rain?”

“I’d love to room with Rain,” Swiss purrs. “Rainy, come here.”

Rain turns around. “What do you want?”

Swiss curls a hand around the back of his neck, pulls him closer, and puts his mouth right next to Rain’s ear to whisper something. Rain’s eyes go wide as he lets Swiss push him into a corner of the lift. Aeon strains his ears to listen, but he only catches tonight, can’t walk, and everyone knows.

The tips of Rain’s ears go a deep maroon. Swiss smiles, and gives his neck an affectionate squeeze.

“Here,” Swiss says cheerfully, placing his card in Aeon’s hand and nimbly plucking Aeon’s away. “Thanks, darling. I owe you one.”

The room is at the very end of the corridor, right before the suite Papa thankfully isn’t staying in. Aeon’s hands shake far too much when he taps his card. He wipes his palms on his jeans again, before pushing the door open and shouldering his way through with his duffel bag.

Dew’s waiting for him already, splayed out on the queen-sized bed, shoes and leather jacket haphazardly strewn aside. He perks up upon hearing the door open. “Aeon? Hey! Leave your stuff. Check this out—this bed is so soft, come here.”

Aeon kicks his shoes off, drapes his jacket over the back of a chair, and plods over to where Dew’s making snow angels on the bedspread. They showered at the venue, so they’re somewhat clean, and he can’t resist—he plonks down beside Dew, marvelling at the downiness of the duvet, rolling onto his side to grin stupidly at Dew’s pretty face.

Papa is spoiling them.

“Thanks for coming,” Dew says sweetly, his palm pressed to Aeon’s cheek. “I hope you haven’t forgotten. Swiss took a lot of convincing, you know.”

Aeon rolls his eyes. Swiss is only next door, probably about to pound Rain into tomorrow and the day after. “Really? He seemed pretty happy to swap. For Rain, I mean. So he could be with Rain. Not because he didn’t want to room with you. Or anything.”

He’s babbling. He shuts his mouth, embarrassed, but Dew just laughs.

“‘Course he was! It’s ‘cause Rainy doesn’t fight like I do. He just lies there and takes it.” He smiles dreamily, holding out his arms. “Cuddle?”

Aeon slots himself against Dew’s chest and wraps himself around Dew’s twig-like body, octopus style. It’s cold outside, and it was freezing when they’d performed, but Dew’s like a furnace, a life-sized heating pad. He presses himself as close as he can, chest-to-chest, hip-to-hip, nestling his head in the junction of Dew’s neck and shoulder.

“Kiss me there,” Dew breathes, petting over Aeon’s hair, so Aeon presses his lips to Dew’s blistering pulse, laying a trail of kisses all along the line of his throat. Dew sighs happily, wrapping his legs around Aeon’s hips, tilting his head back to expose more of his lovely skin. “That’s so nice,” he says, as he threads his fingers into Aeon’s hair, scratching lightly at his scalp. “That’s so nice, keep doing that.”

Emboldened, Aeon scrapes his teeth over Dew’s collarbone, leaving the tiniest nick in his wake. He isn’t sure if he’s allowed to do that, but Dew doesn’t seem to mind, not with the way he gasps and arches and ruts sharply against Aeon’s crotch. He’s hardening up, cock pressing through his jeans. Aeon’s no better off.

They go at it like that for a while, grinding and humping and breathing into each other's mouths, until Aeon whines so plaintively Dew stops in his tracks, pressing a finger against Aeon’s lips. Aeon wiggles in protest.

“Go to my bag,” Dew says softly. “Second pocket. Bottle of lube. And take your clothes off.”

Aeon scrambles to comply. He hears the delighted chime of Dew’s laughter behind him, the ruffling noises of Dew shucking his t-shirt and pulling down his jeans. He didn’t think to prep himself before tonight, too caught up in Rain to bother getting ready. He wonders if Dew will be gentle, or if he’ll try to outdo Rain, or they’ll have to pay a fine for noise complaints.

“Better hurry,” Dew calls. “I can hear Swiss and Rain next door. They’re getting pretty noisy already.” He catches the bottle Aeon throws at him, pops the cap, and drizzles a good amount onto his cock. “Come here. I wanna finger you.”

Dew is vicious, Aeon realises. And stronger than he looks. He bites his knuckles and pulls his knees up to his chest as Dew scissors him open, watching him with a cocky smirk on his face, stripping him bare. It’s considerate, and efficient, but Aeon doesn’t want to wait any longer.

“Can I touch myself?” he asks shyly.

“No need to ask,” Dew replies, casual as anything, sliding his fingers out to circle Aeon’s rim before pressing back in with three. “I’m nicer than Rain.”

Aeon grabs his cock, squeezes the shaft, cups his heavy balls in the palm of his hand. If he really listens, really concentrates, he can just about hear Rain’s heavy breathing through the walls, the muted slap of skin on skin. It spurs him on, gets him worked up. Gets him desperate.

Dew pushes in without warning, holding his legs up and to the sides, and Aeon yelps in surprise. When he turns his head a little, he can see his feet beside his shoulders, flexed and tensed, toes curling reflexively. He rubs at his own nipples, pressing himself into the mattress as Dew sinks all the way down to the hilt and tucks his face beside Aeon’s to blow a hot puff of air right against the shell of his ear.

“You hear that?” he huffs, knocking Aeon’s hand away, pinching Aeon’s nipple and rolling the bud between his thumb and forefinger. “I think I hear Rain crying. Whining like a little bitch.”

Aeon whines too, scrabbling at Dew’s back. Dew isn’t moving, just keeping Aeon stuffed and still, and he’s heavier than he looks so Aeon can’t really move either. With Dew lying on him like a very uncomfortable weighted blanket, Aeon is helpless, and it’s driving him crazy. He worries Dew might just stay like that forever, might make Aeon cockwarm him until he goes soft. Desperately, he kicks his heels into Dew’s bony ass, and Dew scolds him by knocking a palm into his windpipe.

Dew is most certainly not nicer than Rain.

“He isn’t crying,” Aeon pants, once he’s stopped coughing. “He’s tougher than that.”

“‘Kay,” Dew says flippantly. Then he’s pulling out and Aeon’s eyes go wide before he pushes in again, all at once, with a slap that makes Aeon flinch. He does it again, squeezing Aeon’s throat for leverage, gripping his hip until it hurts and Aeon has to jerk away.

Satanas, Dew’s just as nasty as Rain. The cuddles were all a ploy to get him all soft and subservient, to knock his defences down, and he’s so gullible that it actually worked. He reaches to touch Dew’s stomach, tracing lightly over the lean contours of his abs, dragging his fingers up to tug at the rings through Dew’s nipples. He really likes them, likes how they make the buds all puffy if he tugs hard enough.

(He’s heard there’s a ghoul at the abbey who knows his way around a needle and a taper. One of the older fire ghouls, if he remembers right. He makes a mental note to seek them out when he gets back.)

“Love your hole,” Dew breathes. “So tight. Squeezes my dick real good.” He rubs a palm over Aeon’s lower stomach, feeling for the shape of himself inside, and Aeon stares in wonder. Dew could have used more lube, he thinks, but he finds he doesn’t really mind the burn, doesn’t really mind the smudge of hurt.

“You like using it?” Aeon asks daringly, squeezing around Dew's dick.

“Fuckin’ love using it,” Dew groans. “Perfect little cunt.”

Aeon closes his eyes. He doesn’t need to think about how hard that word made his dick kick.

“Harder,” he says, touching Dew’s wrist. “I want it rough. Like Rain did today, in the dressing room.”

Hearing Rain’s name must snap something in Dew. Maybe it’s his competitive streak, or his possessive tendencies, but his voice loses its soft edge after that, turning sharp and ragged, like the edge of a broken rock.

“Like Rain?” he snarls, grabbing Aeon’s throat and squeezing tight.

“Uh-huh,” Aeon replies, nodding as best he can.

Dew snaps his hips hard, fucking him with brutal punches that have Aeon’s head spinning. “I’m fucking you and you’re thinking of Rain?” He spits Rain’s name like it’s a dirty word, a bad taste in his mouth. “Why don’t you go next door, then, if you want Rain so bad? Bet he’d love to use your dirty hole. Maybe Swiss will join in, fuck your throat while he’s at it.”

Aeon wants to tell Dew to keep it down, that he’s being too loud, that the hotel is way too nice for this and they’re going to get funny looks at breakfast tomorrow, but between the cruel jab of Dew’s cock and the growing ache in his gut, he loses the words before they get past his tongue. He presses his face into the pillow and twists his fingers into the sheets, trying not to look too smug, lest Dew discover this is what he wanted all along.

“You’re better,” he says instead, cock-drunk and stupid. “You make me feel better than he did.”

Dew laughs out loud. “Then you’d better make me cum. Treat me better than you treated Rain, alright? You hear me?”

Aeon hears him, loud and clear. He clenches as hard as he can, revelling in the sting of Dew’s shaft catching on his rim and the stilted gasp Dew lets out. His own cock is hard against his stomach—he’d gotten no relief after Rain used him earlier, and it’s catching up with him now. He spits on his hand and grabs his dick, thumbing underneath the slit, polishing the head with his palm. He’s waited so long.

Dew shifts, and the change in angle puts his cock right up against Aeon’s prostate, neglected until now. Aeon grits his teeth to stifle his moan, gripping the sheets so hard he fears he may rip them.

“You’re mine,” Dew snarls, pistoning his hips like a fucking machine, so hard Aeon nearly bounces off the mattress with each thrust. “You don’t think about anyone else when I’m fucking you, you understand?”

“Yes,” Aeon says, his voice cracking.

Dew slaps him. “Yes who?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Aeon gasps.

Over in the next room, Rain wails.

#rain doesn't watch (unfortunately) but hopefully this makes up for it #what is a ficlet? not this #1.9k nonsense #rico writes #aeon x dew

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ravenssilver · 7 months

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I would adore if you could make an Aeon angst where he feels abandoned or like he’s not worth being in the ministry, and one of the ghouls (any of your choice) finds him and comforts him? You don’t have to if you don’t want too I’m just in love with your writing!!

ahh anon !! i will happily throw out some aeon/swiss hurt/comfort. you feed into my muse🫶🫶

here is me indulging in my favorite thing—aka 2.2k words of aeon feeling abandoned and swiss loving on him anyway🤍

cw: aeon being anxious, aeon has minor abandonment issues, minor panic attack

under the cut, if you please<3

Aeon was giddy after a particularly good ritual. He and Swiss seemed to have developed a pre-show ritual of practically being attached to each other’s hips and walking on stage together. He had hit every note perfectly and gotten to every cue, bouncing happily to the beat of the songs all the while. The audience had been fantastic and he had gotten at least five bat plushes thrown at him before bows, and he was sure some of the crew had picked up the rest.

Though, as Aeon took a quick shower to get all his sweat off, he thought about the other ghouls during the ritual.

Cirrus and Cumulus didn’t pay him any mind whenever he went over to them, Dewdrop seemed annoyed when Aeon was all over him during Absolution, Rain didn’t seem all that amused by the slides in Watcher, and Papa seemed actually upset when he had cut in front of him for his part in Year Zero.

Aeon frowned when he remembered how he had subconsciously given up on interacting with the band after Mary On a Cross when Papa didn’t even look at him when the song quieted down for a few measures.

And during Square Hammer, his final chance to maybe get an interaction, Aurora was play flirting with Swiss from across the stage when Aeon was meant to be on her platform.

Aeon hissed when he accidentally got soap in his eye, a frown etched on his face as he felt his heart aching with doubt in himself.

Did his packmates think he was annoying? Did Papa think he was annoying?

Maybe they’re just tired… Yeah, that had to be it. He didn’t remember doing anything wrong, much less annoying.

Aeon quickly finished up with his shower and changed into some clothes he had stolen from Swiss, grinning when he saw the slight bagginess of his pack mate’s clothes on him.

With a pep in his step due to his shower and how he now felt clean, Aeon happily left the dressing room and went to the parking lot where the buses were.

Though, as soon as he got outside he froze in his tracks.

The buses were gone.

A distressed sound left Aeon and be spun around in a circle as if the building behind him would’ve somehow turned into the tour buses. Aeon chuffed worriedly when he just saw the door he had come out of and went back inside, some of his glamor starting to slip as his thoughts spiraled.

They left him. They got on the busses and left him alone. He was stuck—trapped.

Abandoned.

A distressed whine left Aeon and he picked up the pace of his footsteps, desperate to find his pack or his Papa. Aeon felt like his throat was closing up, his ears pinned and twitching at every single noise he heard as his hands started to shake.

Much to his dismay, instead of someone he knew, Aeon ran into a member of the venue staff and he had hurt himself by quickly throwing up his glamor.

Aeon’s head pulsed with an intense ache as his eyes darted around, his glamoured nails clicking as he picked at them.

“Hey, are you alright?” The woman asked, her eyebrows furrowed as she placed her hand on Aeon’s shoulder. Aeon wanted to say yes, try to reassure her that he was fine when he so clearly wasn’t. But when his throat closed up even tighter, tears welled in his eyes and his shaking became a lot more obvious.

“Woah, it’s okay, breathe. Why aren’t you with everyone else out back? They’re leaving for the hotel in about five minutes,” The woman said, her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to get Aeon to calm down.

A tear fell from Aeon’s lash line when she told him that. He nodded and turned on his heel, rushing away from her as he went to the back of the venue.

Nobody had told him that there was a rest day after that nights ritual. Nobody had told him that they would be going to a hotel that night instead of getting back on the buses.

Aeon rushed outside, signing in relief when he saw Papa and the rest of his pack standing outside of a van. He wiped his eyes and face of tears, trying to cover up the panic in his scent that he knew was there.

“Ah, there you are,” Copia sighed when Aeon silently walked up next to Rain, huddled in on himself. “We’ve been waiting for you. Where have you been?” Copia asked, his eyes narrowed.

“I didn’t-“ Aeon went to respond, only for Copia to throw his hands up in the air and mumble annoyed Italian to himself as he went to make sure all their bags were ready to go to the hotel.

Another distressed sound left Aeon as he felt a pit form in his stomach. He looked down and pulled the hood of Swiss’ hoodie up over his head, hiding his face from his pack who weren’t paying attention anyway.

Aeon’s shoulders shook as he messed with the end of his sleeves, his body trembling with anxiety as his thoughts continued to spiral.

Look what you did, you made Papa mad. You held everyone up and now they’re all mad at you. You’re cutting off their resting time like a total idiot. How dumb do you have to be to not remember a schedule?

Aeon clambered into the van first as soon as the doors opened, wanting the front row seat closest to the window on the drivers side so nobody would see his tears.

He heard a low growl from Dew, as that was usually the fire ghoul’s spot, the annoyed sound only adding fuel to the dumpster fire that was Aeon’s brain.

He buckled and curled into himself, burying his face in his knees as his thoughts just went further and further down the spiral of self doubt and insecurity.

The next twenty minutes went by in a blur. One moment Aeon was curled up into himself on an uncomfortable seat—the next, Aeon was curled up on an uncomfortable hotel couch as he stared at the wall, tears slowly trailing down his face.

Aeon had fully unglamoured, his tail wrapped tightly around his ankle as his claws dragged along the discolored part of his face around his right eye. Waves and waves of distress rolled off of him as he whimpered every now and then.

They all hate you. You’re just a replacement for someone they all loved. A penny in the crater sized hole in their hearts where the prior quintessence ghoul was.

The better quintessence ghoul.

Aeon sobbed, closing his eyes and burying his face into the hoodie he had stolen from his favorite multi-ghoul.

He wasn’t Swiss’ favorite, though.

Aeon whined and immediately tore off Swiss’ hoodie and sweatpants, chucking the clothes across the hotel room, leaving him in his boxers.

Aeon snuffled and laid back down, curling up into himself even tighter as to fight off the chill of the unreasonably cold hotel room.

He wanted Swiss. Dewdrop, even.

He wanted to be warm. He wanted to be loved. Appreciated by the creatures he had around him everyday. Aeon loved the crowd’s praise, but he wanted his pack now. Even just one of them would suffice.

He wanted to know that they saw how hard he was trying. He wanted to know that they appreciated him for stepping into shoes that were far too big and running the miles anyway.

He just wanted to be seen.

“Stardust..?”

Aeon picked up his head and looked over at the door to his hotel room, his ear twitching as he heard Swiss’ voice.

“Hey… Aeon, you awake? C’mon, your scent changed, I know you hear me..” Swiss said, knocking on the door again.

Aeon looked over at the digital clock that was across the room, taking a moment to remember everything Mountain taught him about reading a clock.

It had been two hours since they got to the hotel.

“Bug? Can you come to the door?” Swiss spoke again, regaining Aeon’s attention.

Aeon scrambled up, not wanting to annoy Swiss even more than he thought he had. Aeon snatched the duvet on his bed and struggled to get it off the mattress due to the unnecessarily tight tucking of the bedding.

As soon as Aeon managed to get the duvet off the bed, he fell to the floor with a yelp due to how suddenly the tension released. The little quint scrambled back up to his feet and wrapped the duvet around his mostly bare body, ignoring the pain in his hip from the fall.

Aeon opened the door and peaked through, his lilac eyes staring up into Swiss’. The multi-ghoul quickly moved closer when he saw Aeon wasn’t glamoured.

And to Aeon’s dismay, that allowed Swiss to see the tear streaks on his face.

“Stardust, what’s wrong?” Swiss frowned, gently cupping Aeon’s cheek with his big hand. Aeon snuffled, choking back a sob as he leaned into Swiss’ hand.

Swiss frowned and crowded Aeon back into his room, closing the hotel door and locking it before he brought Aeon over to his bed and sat him down, pulling the duvet around tighter around the smaller ghoul’s body when he felt how cold it was in the room.

“Talk to me, Tommy, what’s wrong?” Swiss spoke softly, his eyebrows creased with worry as he brushed his thumb over the little quint’s cheekbone. Aeon’s bloodshot eyes hesitantly looked into Swiss’ as he sniffled again, wiping the snot away from his face with his wrist.

It was gross, but Swiss was far too concerned about Aeon’s tears to even notice his actions.

“I… I feel like you don’t like me. Like-“ Aeon sobbed softly and covered his face. “Like you’ve all been lying to me and that you don’t want me here…”

Swiss’ heart shattered.

“Oh, bug…” Swiss whispered as he swept Aeon up into his arms. It was all he could say at the moment, his own devastation rushing through him.

Swiss didn’t know what he or the pack had done to make Aeon feel this way, but he would kick himself for eternity because of it.

“You will always, always be wanted, Stardust. I know that if the others were here, they’d be all over you telling you the exact same thing.” Swiss whispered, holding Aeon close to his chest as the smaller ghoul sobbed out all his sudden and overwhelming emotions.

Swiss let Aeon cry, not once shushing him or trying to get him to stop crying. He didn’t want Aeon to feel like he was being a burden, so Swiss let him cry until he felt better.

“Swiss…?” Aeon whispered after about 10 or so minutes, seemingly shy. Swiss hummed and looked down at Aeon, staring into his lilac eyes with as much love and affection that he could muster. “I… can you get my clothes..? I threw them over there…” Aeon mumbled, pointing across the room.

“Of course, babybat, one second,” Swiss said immediately, gently setting Aeon back on the mattress and pressing a kiss to his forehead before rushing over to where Aeon had pointed.

Swiss picked up the dark gray hoodie and sweatpants, his eyebrows furrowing when he recognized the feel of the fabric.

“Are these mine?” Swiss asked, wondering if they were his favorite set that he had lost. Aeon shrunk into himself and nodded as Swiss walked over. “I took them a few months ago.. I’m sorry..” Aeon apologized, looking sad.

“Don’t be sorry,” Swiss smiled, shaking his head as he gently guided Aeon to unwrap himself of the duvet. Swiss mumbled a quiet: “watch your horns…” as he slipped the hoodie over Aeon’s head, smiling when he saw just how adorable the smaller ghoul looked in his clothes.

“The gray matches your skin better anyway,” Swiss shrugged with a grin, ruffling Aeon’s shaggy black hair and helping him into the sweatpants. Aeon chirruped softly and leaned into Swiss’ touch, a quiet little purr starting up in his chest as Swiss swept him off his feet.

Aeon laughed happily, a grin on his face as Swiss laid him down, his head resting on the pillows. Swiss re-situated the bedding and laid down next to Aeon after flicking off all the lights, nuzzling Aeon’s nose as they settled into the bed together.

“Feeling better…?” Swiss asked softly, brushing his thumb over Aeon’s cheekbone, his eyes taking in Aeon’s appearance in the darkness. Aeon thought for a moment before nodding slightly, only to shake his head.

Swiss frowned, cupping Aeon’s jaw with his big hand.

“Talk to me?”

Aeon sighed a bit before starting to explain.

“You made me feel better than I did.. but I.. I guess I’m still thinking about the others. You can only promise so much, y’know?” Aeon mumbled, sounding sad. Swiss’ frown deepened but Aeon was right.

From the quint’s point of view, Swiss’ words about the others were just as good as the lies his brain was feeding him.

“Do you want me to talk to them? Have them talk to you?” Swiss asked, wanting Aeon to feel at home in the pack. “Can I… um.. can I try to talk to them first?” Aeon asked, sounding nervous.

Swiss’ heart swelled and he nodded immediately.

“Of course you can, Stardust. I’ll let you go about this however you please….” Swiss whispered, kissing Aeon’s forehead between his horns.

Aeon purred and leaned into the kiss, cuddling up closer to Swiss.

“Thank you, Swiss.”

“Anytime, Stardust.”

#aeon ghoul #ghost band #ghost the band #phantom ghoul #the band ghost #swiss ghoul #swiss x aeon #swiss x phantom #I’m sorry i can’t stop writing this kind of aeon angst #i love it so much so i probably won’t stop #also #this isn’t a part of until you find me hiding #just putting it out there #raven’s responses #ravenssilver writes #nameless ghouls #nameless ghouls ficlet

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chapel-of-rizztual · 8 months

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Thinking about the new bug being so tired on the final leg of a long tour that he starts slipping into a smaller headspace in the evening. The pack remembering how it felt for them when that bone deep tiredness settled on their first tour. Them feeling glad that Phantom finally feels safe enough to stop struggling through alone, and let them take care of him the way theyve noticed he hasn't had the energy to do for himself lately. Gently washing his face and brushing his fangs, braiding his hair back and finding his pjamas for him (to stop him crawling into bed in yestardays stained tshirt). Making sure he has used the bathroom and gathering up things he might need during the night (glass of water, charger, plushie, hoodie, and painkillers ect). The pack just want to make him feel comfortable as possible on the latest of lumpy hotel mattress'. Reading him a bedtime story (a few old buzzfeed articles) and stroking his back to help him sleep well. 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Swiss notices first. They’d just finished the last show of the European leg of the tour and they were all exhausted, but Swiss could see it exhaustion on Phantom especially, the poor ghoul looked like he was fighting to keep his eyes open with each blink.

There was the usual after show chaos on the tour bus: Everyone was rushing around, getting changed, getting themselves cleaned up, but a Phantom just stood in the middle of the bunks, clutching his hairbrush in both hands looking like he wanted to use it but didn’t know how. He looked so lost, blinking doe eyed at anyone that walked past him.

Phantom slow blinks at him when he walks up to him, his eyes completely unfocused.

“Hey, bug. You want some help with that?

Phantom nods, handing him the brush, letting Swiss gently pull it from his hands. Swiss jumps onto the bunk behind him, he thinks it’s Mountains but he won’t mind, and pulls Phantom up with him so the smaller ghoul is sat in his lap facing away from him.

He tips Phantom's head back and runs the brush the brush though his hair as carefully as he can. He brushes the knots out and Phantom only winces a little but he doesn’t complain once. Once the knots are out Swiss continues to brush, one hand on the bottom of a phantom’s back, rubbing small circles with his thumb.

Phantom’s head rolls back onto his shoulders with a loud purr, shivering at the feeling of the brush on his scalp.

“That feel good, bug?” Swiss laughs at him.

Phantom manages to mumble out a ‘yes’ in between purrs, his eyes fluttering closes.

He ends up with Rain next, standing in front of his bunk as the water ghoul carefully strips his stage clothes off him and replacing them pyjamas. They’re not his, but they’re soft and smell nice so he doesn’t mind. He rubs his cheek against the soft fabric, his pure increasing even more as he does. Rain doesn’t say anything as he helps Phantom change, he never speaks after a show until the following morning, but he doesn’t need to speak.

He presses his forehead to Phantom’s with a thrill, kisses his cheek. Phantom understands what he means. He says all that he need to without actually say anything.

Phantom presses his forehead back into Rain, giving off a thrill of his own.

“I love you too, Rainy.”

He gets kidnapped by the ghoulettes after that. They take him to the back of the bus and sit him on Cumulus’ lap while Cirrus and Aurora snuggle into him. They braid his hair back so it’s off his face, placing kisses all over his face as they go, making him giggle.

He snuggles into Cumulus’ chest unable to help himself, she so warm and soft, rubbing his face against her.

“Mama?” He looks up her with big doe eyes.

Cumulus’ arms wrap around him, squeezing him closer to her.

“We’ve got you, babyboy. Don’t worry.”

Cirrus rubs a soft finger over his cheek.

“You’re safe, baby.”

Phantom let out a chuff, burying his face deeper Into Cumulus’ chest. He feels himself getting smaller and smaller with each passing second, his brain feeling like it turns into melted wax and leaking out of his ears.

He must have fallen asleep at one point because the next thing he remembers is being dragged down a hotel corridor with Cirrus and Aurora grasping both his hands.

He’s gently pushed into a hotel room next and Mountain is picking him up with strong and steady arms and carrying him onto the bathroom. The bright lights make him wince and he buries his face into Mountain’s neck with a whine.

“Sorry about that, baby bug.” Mountain flicks the lights off and lights the candles that are in the bathroom. “That better, bug?” He rocks him gently from side to side. “That not as harsh now?”

Phantom let’s out a squeak but pulls himself out from his hiding place in Mountains neck, smiling at the earth ghoul.

Mountain smiles back at him, he can’t help himself.

“Oh yeah, that’s much better.” He coos at him.

He sits him on the closed toilet, giving his hair a pat.

“The girls made you look real pretty, huh?”

Phantom let’s out a thrill, nodding, the spade of his tail making it’s way into his mouth.

Mountain pulls his tail out of his mouth, replacing it with a toothbrush. Phantom giggles as the bristles tickle his gums. Mountain laughs at him, counting each tooth out loud as he brushes.

Mountain Moves in from brushing his teeth to running a damp flannel over his face. Phantom flinches at the feeling at first, the wetness making making him jump, but he soon leans into the feeling, the warmth making him purr.

“Ooh, that feel nice, baby bug?” Mountain coos at him. Phantom just gives a chirp in response, his eyes closing at the feeling.

Mountain’s quick washing his face quickly, washing his own and brushing his own teeth as Phantom watches from the toilet.

“Okay, last wee, then we can get nice and cosy in bed. Hopefully someone’s made the bed for us.”

Mountain helps Phantom use the toilet, helps him wash his hands and his own, and picks him back up, carrying him out the bathroom.

In the room, there’s three mattress’ on the floor all pressed together. He had no idea where they came from, but he doesn’t question it, especially when the rest of his pack are all piled cuddled together on said mattress’.

He places Phantom in the middle and the little ghoul immediately curls in on himself with a sad whimper.

Dew’s quick to curl himself around Phantom’s back, spooning him. Phantom thrills, burying himself deeper into Dew’s embrace. Dew shimmy’s a hand under his T-shirt, rubbing at his belly. Phantom hums as Dew’s natural heat seeps into his back, pushing his belly up into Dew’s touch. Dew noses at the back of his neck, pressing little kisses into his neckline. Mountain flops himself down on the other side, handing Phantom his favourite plush. It’s a bat. Named fruit because Phantom was sure she was a fruit bat. The moment he see Mountain holding her he lets out an excited squeak, making grabby hand towards her. Mountain laughs, handing her to him. Phantom immediately tucks her under his chin, cuddling her close as He get sandwiched between Mountain and Dew. His tail makes his way back into his mouth, sucking gently. “You comfy, baby?” Dew’s voice makes him jump a little. He lets out a hum around his tail, his eyes slipping closed.

“Oooh it’s hard work being a sleepy baby bug.” Mountain coos at him.

He lets out a hum around his tail, his ear twitching. He falls asleep, feeling safe and surround in the middle of his pack, knowing that they’ll look after him no matter what.

#This was meant to be like 2 paragraphs #I literally haven’t been able to stop thinking about this since you sent it to me #I’m so in love #the band ghost #ficlet #ghost headcanons #nameless ghouls #phantom ghoul #Regressed ghouls #My writing

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if i can make more than one request could you pls do dalton and 13

I will never limit your requests (and you're anonymous so I wouldn't even know lol)! Thank you so much for requesting this combo, it was incredibly fun to write! Hope you enjoy! :)

Warnings: canon typical violence and discussions of the Further, super duper fluffy, Dalton momentarily forgets how to function when you kiss him. 0.8k+ words

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Prompt 13: "I left a lipstick mark on your face." "I need proof you actually kissed me."

“Excuse me. Sorry," you repeat as you push through the students on the sidewalk, headed for Dalton’s dorm.

Since Dalton told you about his ability to astral project and the battle in the Further, you have worried about him. That worry increased tenfold when Chris called and asked you to bring any lights you have to Dalton’s dorm. Every step you take feels like a mile, and you can’t get to Dalton fast enough. Finally barging into his room, you see Chris plugging in a string of lights while Dalton is lying on the floor.

“I brought these. What else do you need?” you ask as you pass Chris the lights you carried from your dorm.

“Perfect. Just keep him in the light and I’ll work on keeping them on,” she answers, adding your lights to the aurora borealis of tangled strings on the floor.

“C’mon, Dalton,” you whisper as you sit beside him and pull his head into your lap.

Combing your fingers through Dalton’s hair, you and Chris flinch when all of the lights go out. Chris leans under one of the beds to check the outlet but screams and backs out quickly.

“I think they’re coming to get him,” she pants as she moves closer to you and Dalton.

You don’t have time to question why she screamed before the first soul becomes visible, slithering out from the shadows in the corner of the room. Pulling Dalton closer to you and cradling his head by your neck, you and Chris yell and try to kick yourselves away from the creatures. A hand lands on your ankle and pulls you toward the darkness.

Chris swings a bundle of lights, but they pass through the creature without harming it. With one firm tug, you slide forward, and your back hits the floor, unintentionally pulling Dalton with you.

“Dalton, wake up!” Chris yells as she grabs your shoulders to keep you in what little light remains.

Several more hands land on you and Dalton, and when you begin to accept that there is no hope, Dalton gasps and opens his eyes.

“Chris, hit the light!” he commands.

Chris flips the switch on the floodlight in the corner, watching as the soul creatures retreat to the shadows. Dalton looks from Chris to you, just noticing that he’s lying on top of you.

“I’m going to go,” Chris says as she walks toward the door. “I’ll be back for my lights. Or not.”

The door closes, and Dalton opens his mouth to speak, but you cut him off. You place your hands on either side of his neck, leaning up to kiss him. You press your lips to his cheek as you feel his heartbeat under your thumb and against your chest.

“You’re alright?” you ask after you lay back down.

“Yeah,” he answers. He pushes off the floor to stand up then pulls you up with him. “Are you?”

“Yeah. I mean, that was really creepy and I may not want to be in the dark for a while, but I’m good.”

You lean against his desk, sending him a small smile. Dalton nods and pulls his phone from his pocket, standing beside you as he dials a number and raises the phone to his ear.

“Mom,” he interjects quickly when the line connects. “Is Dad back?”

You hear the muffled sounds of his mom responding, and he turns to nod at you, smiling as he wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you closer.

“We’ll be there as soon as we can,” Dalton says before ending the call.

“We?” you ask.

“Will you go with me? I really need to see them.”

“Of course.”

He turns to hug you properly, and you press your hand against his chest to stop him.

“I left a lipstick mark on your face,” you say as you lift your hand from his chest to wipe it off.

Dalton wraps his hand around your wrist, holding it in the air as he shakes his head. “I need proof you actually kissed me.”

You smile at him as you counter, “Your memory isn’t enough?”

“I had just come out of the Further, maybe I imagined it.”

“Fine,” you concede with a laugh.

Dalton lowers your hand and moves his fingers to interlace with yours.

“How long are you planning to keep the proof?”

Dalton shrugs and raises his phone, open to the camera, to get a better look at the stain. “I think it suits me. Maybe forever.”

You roll your eyes at his antics. “Or I could just replace it whenever you want it.”

“You’d do that?” he asks excitedly.

“As soon as you wipe that one off.”

“But Foster won’t believe me.”

“You’re weird.”

“Yet you kissed me.”

“Maybe I like weird. Now let’s go, I’ll drive.”

Dalton puts his phone in his pocket as he follows you out of his dorm. “Hey, do you think you could kiss the other cheek to make it symmetric?”

You stop walking and turn around, placing your hand on his clean cheek as you reach up and kiss his lips quickly. “You’re an art major, Dalton, you should understand the beauty of an accent.”

Dalton is speechless as he continues following you. “So, that was a no to the other cheek?”

#dalton lambert x reader #dalton lambert fluff #dalton lambert fic #dalton lambert imagine #dalton lambert #insidious #insidious the red door #requests #100 followers celebration

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gothlcsan · 7 months

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Fairy Gardens ; RICKY

PAIRING fairy!ricky , afab!reader

GENRE smut 18+

SYNOPSIS You’ve always wanted a fairy of your own, making a plan to capture one. Quickly realizing they’re a handful.

WORD COUNT 1.6k

WARNINGS fairies, kidnapping, potions, pussy eating (reader receiving), slight fluff(?), virgin!reader, cuddling, bondage (you tie him to a tree)

♫ nature boy (acoustic) - aurora

a/n day four of monstober ! this isn’t proofread .. sorry for any mistakes but I love fairy!ricky and his little ears that twitch when he’s excited ㅠㅠ please consider liking and reblogging, ty! ♡

Huffing as you place your new fairy house into your garden, you trudge into the forest to hunt for some berries to use for your dinner, being careful to not step on any flowers. Finding a berry bush you sit down on a rock, tucking your skirt underneath you as you start picking berries, inspecting them before dropping them into the basket. Once your basket is full to the brim, you make your way back down to your home making a quick stop at the small creek to check on your oldest fairy house to ensure it was still safe. Surely enough it stayed tucked into one of the rocks, the creek not yet overflowing thanks to it being Autumn. A bell-like noise quipped your attention turning around seeing a fairy face level seemingly yelling at you for intruding. You explain that you made the house so it was technically yours amused by his cheeks flushing red as he speaks quicker, his wings fluttering as he loses steam.

You place the fairy in the palm of your hand, his tiny body shaking as he tries to catch his breath. You take a small dropper from your coat pocket, carefully placing it against his lips offering him a few droplets. He’s hesitant but being tired and the desperation for something sweet wins in the end, gulping the sweet berry liquid until satisfied. Placing him back down onto one of the creek’s rocks listening as his small bell-like noises turn into words as he grows human sized, his bashful hands covering himself.

“What was in that?” He questioned, ripping a lily pad from the water to help cover his lap as he crossed his legs. With a smirk you take the dropper back out of your pocket and feigned being surprised, placing a hand over your mouth before replying.

“Oh no, I must’ve given you the wrong thing! I didn’t realize I grabbed a potion, silly me.”

His eyes narrow as he rubs the space between his eyes calling you incompetent, demanding you fix this immediately. Shaking your head you hide the amusement from listening to him whine and complain about how this was unfair and all your fault. Explaining to him it’ll run its course after a few hours (another lie) you tell him to relax and follow you to which he decides it was better than being alone naked in the woods. Reaching your cottage you allow him to enter first, walking away to fetch him a pair of clothes turning away to let him change. He had incredible features, pretty cheekbones that sat high on his face, a pixie nose that made your heart race as you let your mind wander off before being back to reality by the sound of him clearing his throat.

“Yes?”

“I’m hungry, do you have any food?”

A part of you wants to tease him but you decided against it, cutting him up a hefty slice of bread with a side of fresh berries, and tea. Sliding the jar of sugar cubes over you stifled a laugh as you watch him eat the sugar cubes explaining they go into the tea. Embarrassment rosies his cheeks as he places a few into his cup bringing it to his lips to take a few small sips, his eyes lighting up as he quickly finishes the first two cups. He was cute muttering in your head that it was a shame you’d morally have to shrink him back into his normal size and let him go back to his own life.

“What’s your name?” You questioned while making your own cup of tea to sip on, deciding it wouldn’t hurt to get to know him a little.

“Ricky.” He replied, puffing up his cheeks when you repeated his name out loud, saying you liked it. The two of you spend an hour talking about life and experiences, Ricky’s demineer changing as he relaxed and shared a few laughs. Deciding it’s best to not drag on the inevitable you tell Ricky it’s time to go ignoring the sad expression on his face. Your heart strangely ached as you both walked quietly through the forest coming up to the creek, you fishing for the reverser in your pocket. Handing it over to Ricky you tell him to drink up, going to walk away after bidding him goodbye. He stops you screaming that you were harsh, not asking how he felt about this, confusion striking across your face as you tell him to hush up and go back to his life. Anger flashes across his face as he slams the vile against the rocks, you screaming that he was an idiot for doing so since it would take days to perfect a new one.

“That’s unfortunate.” Is all Ricky says as he walks back towards the cottage leaving you to scoff at his audacity. Stomping after him you grab onto the back of his shirt pulling him backwards until he knocks into you, telling you to get off but you don’t budge. Moving your hand from his shirt to his arm you turn him around, telling him he needed to go home, shaking his head as he pointed towards the cabin.

“That’s home.”

Groaning you start dragging him back to the creek ignoring his angry words as you tell him to stay here and you’ll figure out something quicker to change him back. He follows you behind crashing into your back as you stop in your tracks turning around and yelling at him to go back to which he shakes his head, groaning in frustration as you drag him once more back to the creek. Deciding you had enough (are all fairies this annoying?) you grab a handful of vines cornering Ricky and tying his up to a tree, telling him to just stay put. Ricky glares at you trying to pull from his restraints, the vines bruising his delicate skin. Guilt pricks your mind as it’s your fault the two of you were in this mess, sighing undoing the vines and demanding he follow you quietly back to the house.

Nightfall covered the meadow, leaving you two sitting quietly in candlelight as you knitted a new sweater for Ricky, who sat by your legs with his face stuffed into a book. A hand on your knee makes you jump nearly knocking over your yarn basket before remembering Ricky being here, his laughter turning your cheeks pink.

“It’s not nice to be scared.”

He shakes his head lifting the book, his eyes full of curiosity and much to your embarrassment.

“Are all the books in your library this graphic?”

You yank the book from his hand tossing it behind the couch hiding back into your work out of embarrassment. It’s not often you had visitors let alone ones who peeked at your literature. Trying to ignore Ricky’s teasing and questions a gasp falls from your lips as he pushes himself between your legs, arms on your thighs with his chin tucked into them.

“Ricky please move.” You turn to face away from him embarrassed by the close approximation of your bodies. You could feel yourself already soaked through your panties, being a virgin making the slightest touch against your skin soaking wet. He ignores your demands, rubbing his face against your skirt fabric that covers your thighs, his hands running down your legs before sliding up under your skirt. It feels strangely wrong to watch him as he bunches up the fabric to expose your legs and panties, his pixie nose dangerously close to your cunt as he looks up now considering asking for permission. Nodding you bite your bottom lip as he places gentle kisses against the fabric of your panties, his ears twitching as you whimper when he curiously pushes them out of the way to fully expose you to himself. His breath fans over your already wet cunt making your head fall back as he pushes your legs apart to make more room for himself, tonguing in between your folds as his nose brushes against your clit. Snaking a hand down into his soft blonde locks you curse under your breath as he eagerly tries to get noises out of you, moving his fingers to work alongside his tongue. It’s a deadly combo, begging him to slow down his pace feeling your brain go fuzzy at the edges.

Yanking his head back by his hair you nearly cum as he stares at you through hooded eyes, clearly pussy drunk as his lips and chin are covered with your juices. He whines pathetically trying to get back between your thighs but your grip is firm, a scowl covering his face before softening his features.

“Please, taste so sweet.” He all but fluttered his lashes making you drop your hand, falling for his evil tactics not holding yourself back as he eats you out so well. Ricky lets you hold his head in place as you ride his face, his nose so good against your clit leaving you shaking like a leaf. Curling his fingers tips you over the edge, spilling onto his tongue while riding out your orgasm with his pretty face. Panting you apologize to Ricky letting go of his hair so he could lift his head up to breathe, flustered as he smiles at you, face completely drenched. He tells you not to apologize, fixing your skirt (as you pretend not to see him pocket your panties), coming to clean his face with a rag whilst sitting next to you.

“Am I allowed to stay here with you?” He questioned smirking in victory as you told him yes, pressing a kiss against his cheek.

#gothlcsan #smut #kinktober #monstober #ricky #zb1 x reader #zb1 ricky #zerobaseone smut #zb1 smut #ricky zb1 smut #kpop smut

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another-sister-of-sin · 5 months

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Ok so I’m back, and I have ideas about volunteer!reader

I haven’t written anything on here since BEFORE Phantom and Aurora were introduced!! So it was time to come back i think

This isn’t really in any order, just whatever comes to mind

Found family Papas/ministry and gn!reader

So Phantom and Aurora get summoned almost a year after reader starts volunteering, so they’re getting used to being around humans and adjusting to being in a band n stuff

So possibly Phantom and Aurora x reader because I think it would be cute (in my head all the Impera ghouls are like 30 and up including all the other papa’s ghouls, and the two new ones are more early 20’s)

Also possible Sleep Token Crossover because i think it would be funny. Like they stay over at the ministry for some reason, and everyone (especially the ghouls) are protective of reader. Anytime the Vessels walk into the same room as reader or reader walks into a room with any of them, reader is getting escorted out by someone from the ministry with some stupid excuse

And in that case then there would be a chance of the Vessels x reader. Im thinking they’re a younger band, and the Vessels were human at one point, but after dealing with their deity Sleep, they’re not quite human anymore. Whatever they are kinda sets off the ghouls because they can’t really detect them like they would with “normal” magic. More cryptid

The Vessels actively seek out the reader and Phantom and Aurora are just dragging reader away whenever they get a whiff of the Vessels

I don’t think the Vessels will ever talk, mainly communicating telepathically to each other and just staring at anyone else lol. Just generally unsettling to everyone around them.

The more i talk about the Vessels the more i want to include them so I think I’m gonna

It’s canon now sorry guys (not sorry)

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dewinabsentia · 3 months

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ghoul love languages

─── ⋆⋅ 𖤐 ⋅⋆ ─── ⋆⋅ 𖤐 ⋅⋆ ─── ⋆⋅ 𖤐 ⋅⋆ ───

swiss / physical touch

swiss loves his physical touch. anytime he’s lounging near another ghoul, they’re touching. whether it’s a delicate tangle of tails, or fully hauling someone on top of him. even on tour, when everyone is far too close together, swiss still craves it. when walking backstage he likes to have some point of contact with someone, just a brush against their shoulder, even better when their hands entwined.

dew / acts of service

emotionally constipated as he is, dew is pretty good at showing his love through actions. he’ll wake up early to quietly make everyone breakfast, take over cumulus’ den chores when she’s overwhelmed, work alongside mountain in the greenhouse. it’s not just about giving though. the rest of the pack have learned his unspoken appreciation for acts of service and will silently slide up next to him and take up whatever task he was working through. a soft thank you, for providing help or just letting someone else help, will usually having him stifling a beaming smile.

aurora / gift giving

aurora just has so much love to give. she’s burned cd’s with music she thinks sunshine will like, ordered special seeds for the greenhouse that mountain had been talking about, made phantom some art to put up on his walls. her favorite part is the reaction she gets when giving someone something they really like. she feels like she has the whole world in her hand in that little moment.

phantom / quality time

oh phantom. he just wants to hang out. he loves his pack so much. he’s always orchestrating movie nights or game nights. sometimes he’ll plan with dew for a big family dinner night. he thrives off the buzz of everyone being together, the laughter echoing through the den, the purrs kicking up when everyone settles in.

rain / quality time

rain prefers individual quality time. don’t get him wrong, he loves his ghoul piles, but he preens in undivided attention. watching a show together, sitting together while reading, taking a bath together. his one on one moments with the other ghouls are his most cherished.

mountain / acts of service

mountain feels the best when he’s helping. he loves doing something that he feels is for the good of someone else. his work in the greenhouse, while running on his element, is a product that the whole ministry can enjoy. and he’s proud of that. he also takes a smug satisfaction in being the tallest ghoul around and grabbing things from tall heights, but he would never say that out loud. when another ghoul offers help, he’s all warm energy and big smiles. he loves spending time by sharing work. some of his fondest memories are from the days that dew has come down to help him in the greenhouse, both of them knowing how special these moments are.

cumulus / physical touch

cumulus is a cuddler. she’s always ready to nuzzle up to anyone in reaching distance and often initiates cuddle piles. she tries to have physical contact with as much of her pack as possible in these moments. she’ll lean back against mountain’s chest, rain nearby playing with her curls. swiss and sunshine on her left and right, phantom’s head in her lap, holding dew’s hand across sunshine, tail intertwined with cirrus. aether and aurora somewhere in the mix with a hand on her. it takes a bit of ghoul tetris but eventually cumulus has a little bit of everyone and everyone has a little bit of her.

cirrus / acts of service

cirrus’ acts of service manifest in keeping shit together. on tour she sometimes plays ghoul manager, having more natural authority over her pack than any human ever could. it’s never a burden, she has fun chasing dew out of dressing rooms to sound check, laughter echoing down the back halls of a venue. she likes scheduling outings for the ghouls, dragging them out to national parks and watching them experience peace in nature. as much as she enjoys holding things together, she’d never say no to handing it over to someone else. she’s good at indulging in receiving her own love language and the other ghouls are delightfully aware of that.

sunshine / words of affirmation

sunshine is never at a loss for words. she always has something to say. as much as she loves teasing her ghouls, her words are frequently tender and full of love. she’s all sweet petnames and i-love-you’s. she knows how to pick up the pieces of a broken ghoul and glue them back together with soft words of encouragement. she also knows how to fix a stubborn ghoul with a few choice words. while the rest of the ghouls aren’t as elegant with their words, they know sunny responds well to verbalized appreciation. so they do their best to remind her how loved she is, even if it comes out fumbled and awkward. she understands all the same.

aether / acts of service

much like mountain, aether feels his best when helping others. but rather than physical actions, he relies more on his elemental abilities. it’s no secret quints have a magic touch. aether loves jumping at any opportunity to give some of his element away, quelling the mildest of stress to soothing the most intense of pain. sometimes aether gives too much of himself away, leaves himself drained and exhausted. but there’s never a lack of ghouls ready to take care of him, nursing him back to his best self with a few loving scolds about spreading yourself too thin.

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honeyhotteoks · 2 years

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early hours (j.yh)

summary: you run into him in the hallway of the hotel, it's late and you're exhausted from the concert, but he thinks you should grab a drink and you can't help but agree

prompt: Hi! Sooo it might gonna be a little similar to into the aurora, but I kinda let my mind wander about what would it be like (probably really really lucky) to bump into yunho after a concert (like you know as a fan) and eventually have a one night stand with him..

note: 18+ content, minors DNI. // i hope this is what you were looking for!! honestly it got away from me there in the middle, i'm just also very in love with this man. i hope you enjoy!! <3

warnings: idol!yunho, fem!reader, one night stand, slight injury and brief description of a bloody cut, oral (f receiving), protected sex, semi rough sex, free use kink, praise, *slight* brattiness / teasing, size kink, use of the pet name 'tiny', big dick yunho. please let me know if I missed any.

pairings: yunho x reader

genre: idol x non idol, self insert, smut-a-thon with some fluff

word count: 8.8K

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Everything about your night feels absolutely electric, the feeling of the music still buzzing in your skin, your legs exhausted from standing, your hands numb from clapping. Now, laying in your hotel room after the show on top of the

comforter, you replay the little moments in your mind. It was lucky you were able to go, a ticket given to you from a friend who could not longer make it, a VIP seat almost at the barricade. It had been perfect, it didn’t even matter that you went alone.

Flipping over onto your stomach, you pull your phone back out and scroll through the videos you were able to take during the show – every second of footage shockingly good quality. They’re handsome, of course, but the power in their dancing and the magnetic charisma of each and every one of them is overwhelming, the videos paling in comparison to the feeling of being mere feet from the stage’s edge.

Glancing at the clock, you see that it’s already twelve-thirty in the morning. You have a bit of a long drive to make in the morning, especially if you’re going to make it back to your apartment to get some work done, and you really should get to sleep. If you didn’t start winding down now, you never would.

Despite your sore muscles, you drag yourself off the bed and into a warm shower, washing off the show and trying to relax. You keep your hair dry, already freshly washed and dried that morning, but take your time removing your makeup and refreshing your skin before you get dressed for bed. You’re tucked in already, cozy in your gray sweats and oversized black hoodie, when you realize how hoarse your voice feels after the show.

There’s nothing in the mini-fridge and no little bottles of courtesy water left on the dresser, so you’re stuck with tepid tap water. With a sigh, you pull on a pair of fluffy socks, pick up the small empty ice bucket, grab your room key, and head out into the hall. It’s late, and the hotel is quiet around you, everyone in their respective rooms fast asleep.

The ice machine is around the corner, down the hall, and set back in an enclave next to a vending machine. You fill your bucket up, stifling a wide yawn, before shaking off the sleepy feeling and closing the lid of the ice dispenser. Turning on your heel, you turn the corner and collide directly into a chest.

The man was walking at a good clip, turning the corner himself, so you rock back on unsteady footing, tripping backwards and colliding with the floor hard. The ice bucket in your hand slips, and the sharp metal edge of the lip of the bucket cuts across your palm, flaring a sharp line of pain in your hand.

“I’m so sorry!” the man exclaims, immediately reaching down for you.

“It’s okay,” you shake your head, brushing off some wayward cubes of ice that landed on you, “I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

When you look up your breath catches in your throat.

“Still,” the man says, crouching at your side and softly gripping under your forearms to help you to your feet, “I was too busy looking at my phone. Are you okay?”

“Uh,” you fish in your brain for anything to say, “yes, yeah, I’m fine.”

Now on your feet, you realize just how tall he is, especially standing so close. His eyes are kind, soft and brown, an embarrassed blush across his cheeks, and he keeps his hands resting on your arms as he looks down at you.

“I really am sorry,” he says again.

The shock of recognizing him is wearing off and you take a small step back, waving him off, “I promise, it’s fine. Thank you for your help though,”

His eyes widen suddenly and he reaches for you, taking your hand in his and turning it over in his wide palm, “Your hand!”

Across the heel of your hand, a deep cut runs across the fleshy base of your thumb where the sharp edge of the ice bucket dragged across it. Blood wells over, smeared across your skin where you skidded on the floor when you fell. Looking at it now, you can feel it, a slow throb of pain radiating out.

“Oh,” you manage, grimacing.

“Now, I’m really sorry,” he says, and when you glance up at him you can see how red his ears have gone.

“I think it looks worse than it is,” you pull your hand back and smile, “you don’t need to worry.”

His eyebrows are knit together in concern and as you lean down to pick up the discarded ice bucket, he glances down the empty hall, and then back to you. “Let me do that,” he drops down, gathering the ice that has scattered on the hotel floor and dropping it into his own empty bucket to discard.

You rock back on your heels and watch him as he fusses around you, clearly embarrassed, and you take the moment to look him over. He’s much more handsome up close, but without the makeup and styled hair, he looks so real.

“I’m y/n, by the way,” you say.

He looks up, meeting your eyes again and smiles, “I’m Yunho,”

“I know,” you say, and now you know you’re blushing yourself.

“Oh,” he helps you to your feet again, “you’re a fan?”

“Kind of,” again, you wish for nothing more than a filter over your mouth.

His eyes widen a bit as he takes in your words, “Kind of a fan,”

“Sorry,” you shake your head, “my friend gave me her ticket, I only knew some of your songs before, but the show was amazing. I’m a fan now,”

He grins, “Oh, well that’s nice, thank you.”

There’s a bit of a pause between you, and you know it’s time to let him off the hook. You should go back to your room and figure out the cut on your hand and go back to your original plan of going to sleep. You should let him get back to his room and whatever his plans were for the evening. You should.

“Well, I should let you go,” you take a step away, and his hand leaves your elbow, “but it was nice to meet you, and really, the show was incredible.”

You start to step away, but he stops you, “Wait, wait,” Yunho steps in front of you, blocking your path back up the hall, “at least let me take care of your hand, I feel terrible.”

“Oh, no I think it’s honestly fine,” you smile, “like I said, it looks worse than it is.”

“You have a first aid kit in your room?” He asks, and something in his expression tells you that he already knows you don’t.

“Not exactly,”

“Then let me patch you up,” his smile is warm and inviting, everything about his presence easy and comfortable, “it’s the least I can do.”

“You travel with a first aid kit?” You raise an eyebrow, but let him take your hand again so he can take a look at the cut.

“No,” he shakes his head, “but our managers do,”

“Fine,” you concede, “I guess it can’t hurt.”

“Good,” he nods and gestures with his arm for you to follow, “my room’s just down here.”

A flutter of anxiety washes through you, the idea of being in his room strange and sudden. You had been minutes from sleep not that long ago, and now here you are walking into Jeong Yunho’s hotel room. It feels a little like a dream, but think that at least in a dream you wouldn’t have embarrassed yourself in front of him and cut open your hand, you would have said something cool and flirty, so definitely this is just reality.

He opens the door with a keycard and holds the door open for you, “Come on in,”

You thought he would have a roommate or at least a manager in the room, but when you step over the threshold and the heavy hotel door shuts behind you, you realize that his room is just like yours, empty with one queen sized bed and clothes and travel supplies littered around.

“Obviously I didn’t think I’d have company,” he jogs across the room and grabs the clothes up off the floor, tossing them into an open suitcase and flipping it shut. He sweeps away some wrappers off the counter top too and pushes them into a waiting wastebasket.

“Oh, it’s fine,” you laugh, “you haven’t seen my room.”

It’s cute how nervous he seems to be, and when he’s done clearing away the clutter he rubs a hand across the back of his neck. He looks up, and realizes that you’re still standing in the entryway. “Sorry, here, take a seat and I’ll get the first aid kit.”

He physically steers you into the room and back towards the edge of the bed. He ducks into the bathroom, and you hear him shuffle around, clearly digging through items, before he comes back with a handful of supplies. “This should be good,”

“I appreciate this, by the way,” you tell him, “I’m sure that you’re exhausted after the show.”

He sits next to you on the edge of the bed and drops the first aid items between you, before taking your injured hand back into his and sweeping a warm wet washcloth across your skin. “Honestly, after a show I can never sleep.”

“Really?”

“I’m always too keyed up,” he shrugs, carefully wiping away the blood away from your hand, staining the washcloth pink, “it’s such a rush of energy and then suddenly nothing,”

“They have a word for that,” you say, hissing slightly when he presses a little too hard across the cut itself.

He lifts the cloth and looks up from his work to your eyes, “Sorry, sorry,”

“I’m good,” you assure him.

He nods and more carefully sweeps the cloth over your skin, “You were saying?”

“Oh,” you run back through the thoughts, the conversation from a moment ago, “Oh! Yes, that feeling, they call it post concert depression.”

“That’s accurate.” He says, pointedly.

“Everything and then nothing,” you nod, “it must be overwhelming for you.”

He shrugs, but you can see he’s nodding too, and as he squeezes out a bit of ointment to apply to your hand he says, “It can be. You go from thousands of fans telling you they love you to your own thoughts alone in a hotel room within an hour. Nothing can really prepare you for how that feels.”

“I’m sure,” you murmur. With a glance around the room you realize how empty it must be, on tour with no one but your crew and group mates, far from home in strange places, sometimes with a heavy language barrier. The words leave you before you can catch them, “It seems kind of lonely,”

His fingers still and he looks up to you, “Sometimes,”

This close, he really is just a boy. Your stomach flip flops and you lean back a bit, blush heating your cheeks again. You can’t quite stop thinking about his beautiful mouth.

You can almost touch the pause between you, the silence stretching out and enveloping you both, but he clears his throat softly and looks back down to your hand, “I think you were right, it’s really not too bad.”

“I thought so,”

“It doesn’t hurt, does it?” He asks, peeling open a bandaid.

“Not too much,” you shake your head.

He turns your hand over in his, the back of your knuckles resting in his palm, and you realize just how large his are and how small yours looks held in his. “Did you come to the show with someone?” he asks suddenly.

“No,” you shift, angling towards him a bit more to make the position more comfortable, “I came by myself, my friend only had the one ticket.”

He hums in acknowledgement and pauses briefly before he says, “Did you travel far? By yourself?”

You catch his eyes, your eyebrows raised, “Not too far, and yes. It’s only a three hour drive, I just didn’t want to drive back so late in case I was tired.”

Yunho nods, and refocuses on his task to apply two large bandaids over the cut, his long fingers smoothing out the edges of the adhesive tightly over your skin. He examines his work carefully to make sure it fits comfortably over your hand and murmurs, “There we go,”

You pull your hand back, flexing your fingers and testing out the feeling, “That’s perfect, thank you so much.”

“It was my fault you got hurt anyways,” he smiles, “I’m just glad it wasn’t too bad and I could help.”

You’re pretty sure you should get up and leave, but his smile is kind and warm and you can’t quite make your legs move. His eyes flick over you, his fingertips lingering on your injured hand, and when his ears flush red again he stands and clears his throat, “Well,”

“I should get back to my room,” you interrupt, jumping up and pulling down the sleeves of your hoodie, “but thank you so much.”

He steps back and towards the door, pulling it open and holding out an arm to let you pass through it into the hallway. When he follows you out into the hall and shuts the door he says, “Let me walk you back to your room, it’s late.”

“You don’t have to do that,” you tell him, but you smile up at him anyways.

“I want to,” he assures you.

There’s a pause, and you remember yourself, “Oh, right! It’s this way,” you wave him to follow you and start down the hallway back towards the ice machine, walking in step with each other slowly.

“So,” he glances down at you, “what do you do?”

“I’m a student,” you tell him, “in graduate school.”

“Oh,” he nods, “that’s impressive.”

You shrug, “I wouldn’t say that,”

“I would,” he shakes his head, “I was never very good at staying attentive during school let alone doing post grad. I had too much energy,”

“It makes sense you’re a dancer then,” you note, and with every sidelong glance up at him your stomach flutters. He isn’t flirting with you, he’s just being kind, but he’s still just as charming and it makes you wish for just a little more time with him.

“Mm,” he nods, “I have to be moving, I can’t help it.”

You’ve noticed that already, in the short time you’ve spent together. Even after the long show it seems like he is overflowing with energy. His leg bouncing, his fingers dancing, something unconscious vibrating under his skin.

Now that you’ve turned the corner on the hotel floor, you can see your door just ahead and you wish there was just a little more hallway. “Do you leave soon?” You ask him.

“Tomorrow afternoon,” he nods, “you?”

“Sometime in the morning, I think. I have some work to get done tomorrow and shouldn’t leave too late,”

As you approach your door, you slow your steps and he realizes you must be at your room. “This is me,” you gesture towards the door and turn to face him, “thank you for everything.”

He waves your thanks off and smiles, “It’s really the least I could do,” he says again.

“It really was nice to meet you,” you tell him honestly, “I’m just sorry I ran right into you to do it.”

“Oh, I’m not,” he says, and then you watch his expression shift as he backtracks, “well, I’m sorry I knocked you over, but I’m not sorry I met such a pretty girl.”

Heat flushes your face instantly at his words and you glance down, fighting a smile.

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” he clears his throat and shifts from foot to foot, “I’m sorry, it’s late and I’m clearly making a bit of a fool of myself.”

You laugh immediately, looking back up to him, “Hardly. You’re actually very charming, it’s kind of annoying.”

He laughs, covering his mouth with one hand and taking a step away, “I’m annoying you, am I?”

“No, I just meant,” you sigh, covering your face with your hands, “I really just don’t think before I speak, I swear.”

“y/n,” your name on his lips sends a chill through you and you look up at him, “Don’t be embarrassed, I like it.”

“You like me calling you annoying?”

Something passes over his face at your words, a shift, and he says, “I do, it’s cute.”

Your stomach clenches, the conversation drifting into a new space you feel wholly unprepared for. You cross your arms, tucking your hands away and looking up to him, “You’re not what I expected,”

“No?” He grins, leaning on the wall next to your door.

“You don’t seem like an idol,” you explain.

He shrugs, “We are just people,”

“I’m getting that,” you say honestly. At a beat between you, you sigh, “How late is it?”

He pulls his cellphone out of his sweat pants pocket and checks the time before quickly returning it, “Almost two,”

You sigh, nodding and reach into your pocket for your keycard, “It’s late… I should go,”

He nods and watches as you swipe your card over the door lock and prop open the heavy door. Something is stalling you, pulling you back into the hall, but he makes the leap for you. He reaches out and gently touches your forearm, “Maybe I’m feeling bold because it’s so late,” he says and you look back to him, “but I’ve enjoyed talking to you, if you’re not too tired maybe we could have a drink or something?”

“You want to have a drink with me?” You can’t help the look of shock that crosses your face. “Well, yes,” his hand rests more comfortably on your forearm now, his thumb stroking your skin softly, just once, “if you want to.”

You shift back towards him, the door closing behind you now that you’re no longer propping it open, “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” he nods.

“Do you want to have a drink with me because you want to have a drink with me, or because you don’t want to be alone after the show?”

His eyes flick away, and you can see him think before he looks up and says, “Can it be both?”

His honesty makes this easier, knowing that he wasn’t feeding you a line just to be a flirt or trick you into something. You smile, “Yeah,”

“What about you?” He asks, taking a step towards you and closing the space between you, “If you say yes is it because you want to have a drink with me, or because you’re alone in a strange hotel room?”

He has a warm, flirtatious smile on his lips, and you’re suddenly extremely aware of the proximity between you both and between you and the door behind you. “Both,” you answer. It’s entirely possible you’re reading into things, but it’s also entirely possible Yunho is making a move and this night might end with him inside you. Warmth curls in your belly at the thought.

“So, what do you say?” He shifts a little closer, and you press a hand to the center of his chest to keep him where he is.

“Let’s have a drink.” You agree, “But I don’t have anything inside.”

He steps away and thinks a moment, “Give me ten minutes and I’ll come back,”

“You’re not going to disappear on me, are you?” You tease with a sly smile.

“Definitely not,” he squeeze your arm softly before he drops it, “I’ll be right back.”

He steps back and you move to open your door again. His eyes flick up to the number on your hotel room door and you watch him silently repeat the number to himself and commit it to memory. He tells you he’ll see you soon, and you watch him jog down the hallway in the direction of his room.

Once he disappears and you slip back into your own room things feel suddenly incredibly surreal. Meeting him like this felt like meeting anyone, bumping into a stranger and making a connection just like you would at a bar. The ten minutes between your door closing and Yunho knocking is fast, and you spend it picking up your space and cleaning up the bedding, quickly brushing your teeth, fluffing your hair and discarding the oversized sweatshirt.

His soft knock on your door has you jumping out of your skin, but you pull the door open and can’t help but laugh. He’s holding up a six pack of obviously cold light beers, and two bottles of soju, an incredibly cheeky grin on his face. He’s a flirt, then.

“Come in,” you wave him in, and he crosses by you to set the drinks on the desk and turn back to you. It doesn’t escape your notice that his eyes flick over you, your body more on display in a fitted tank top now that your sweatshirt was off.

“I’m not sure what you like,” he pulls a beer from the sleeve and holds it out to you, “but this is pretty light,”

“It’s fine,” you tell him, popping the top off the beer and discarding the twist off in the trash, “where did you get this anyways? It’s two in the morning.”

“The downstairs bar is open until three,” he explains.

“Ah,” you take a swig of the beer and watch him follow suit. It’s easier to watch him now that you both have acknowledged the heat between you, and you find yourself appreciating a lot of little things. His hands are large, making the bottle in his grip seem smaller. You find yourself staring at the soft edge of his jaw when he tips his head back for a drink, and noticing the broad set of his shoulders when he stands at his full height.

Yunho takes a few more sips of his drink, and once he’s had about a third of his beer, he reaches for a bottle of soju to mix in a shot. You hop up from your perch on the dresser and reach out to him, “Oh, wait, let me.”

His brow is a little furrowed, but he hands the unopened bottle of soju to you. “Okay?”

“I’m not a very seasoned drinker,” you explain, “but I do have a party trick or two. I think everyone should,”

With practiced hands you flip the bottle quickly, the alcohol inside spinning quickly into a whirlwind. Taking the neck of the bottle in one hand, you tap your opposite elbow firmly on the base of the bottle before twisting it cleanly around in your hands, all the while untwisting the cap. You present the open bottle with a flourish, the soju still whirling inside, and take a small playful bow. He’s grinning, and he claps at the trick, “That’s expertise,” he says.

“In opening bottles, maybe,” you pass it over to him so he can add his shot, and then add one to your bottle too, “in drinking, not so much.”

“Me either,” he confesses, “a drink here or there, but I’m not really one to overdo it.”

“You’re probably too busy,” you take a drink, and sidle closer to where he sits on the edge of the hotel room’s desk.

He shrugs, “it’s that, but also it makes your body feel terrible. If I don’t have a clear head it shows up on stage.”

“That makes sense,”

“Yeah,” he takes another drink, but you can see he’s already slowing down, “we have to be very conscious about our health, so drinking occasionally is fine but I don’t normally do it.”

“But you wanted to drink with me?” You ask, turning towards him more fully.

He smiles, “I thought it might be weird if I asked you to just keep talking in your room at two in the morning. Drinks are a good excuse,”

His honesty strikes you again, “I think I still would have said yes.”

“Really?” He raises an eyebrow.

You nod, taking another drink, and say, “Maybe I’m reading this wrong, but I don’t think you’re here just to talk, right?”

Yunho is quiet, his eyes flicking over you, “You’re very direct.”

“I’ve been told,” you smile, shrugging.

“I like direct,” he clarifies.

“Yunho,” you murmur, and you watch his eyes flicker at the sound of his name, “what do you want?”

He swallows, takes another drink, and swallows again, his throat tight, “If you’re saying yes, then I’d like to fuck you.”

The bottle in your hand slips a little and you grip down on it to keep it from falling, Yunho watches and smiles at your reaction. It cannot be overstated that this is not how you thought the night was going to go.

“Yes,” you decide not to think.

His hands are on you in a moment, one braced on your hip and the other cupping the back of your neck so he can drag you forwards along the desk and crash his mouth into yours. You like direct too.

“Fuck,” he curses softly when he breaks the kiss, “I’m sorry, I was going to be cooler about this, but you’re very cute.”

You hum a laugh against his mouth, feeling his smile, and shake your head a little when you break away, “I really don’t think we have to pretend if it’s just tonight,”

“Yeah?”

“Be yourself,” you kiss him again, “I’ll be myself. It’s only one night, so why be nervous the whole time?”

“I like you,” he grins, “I’m really glad I met you,”

“Ran into me,” you tease him.

“Ran into you,” he nods, “now come here,” The way he kisses is fast, firm, and insistent, his tongue dipping into your mouth and running along yours, a huff of warm shared breath between you. His hands hold you perfectly, fingers applying perfect pleasure as he squeezes you and it sends a dizzy rush through your brain when you realize just how small you are in his grip.

When you shudder a moan against his mouth, heat pooling in your core, he pulls back and stands up. Moving in front of you, he hooks his fingers in the top of your sweats and yanks down, taking your underwear with them. You brace your hands on the desk to lift your hips up so he can pull them all the way off and toss them to the side.

“Arms up,” he says, soft and firm, when he starts to pull your shirt over your head, and you comply immediately.

You can see the outline of his hard cock through his own sweatpants, and your mouth goes dry at the sight. He takes a step back to regard you and smiles, reaching down and catching one of your feet in his hands, still wearing your fluffy, colorful socks. “These are too fucking cute,” he teases you, and you blush.

“Stop it,” you laugh.

“I don’t know,” he drags a hand up your calf, under the hook of your knee, the top of your thigh, “Maybe you should leave them on, they’re kind of hilarious.”

“I clearly wasn’t expecting to get laid,” you start to say, but when his fingers dip down and brush your inner thigh, mere inches from your core, you gasp a breathy inhale.

“Still cute,” he smirks, and before you can retort he’s on his knees.

Looking down at him sends a rush of instant heat through you, and you barely register the fact that he’s slipped your socks off now and tossed them aside, leaving you fully naked and exposed to his gaze. His hands grip your backside and drag you forward on the desk, lining your hips up perfectly with the edge, and he pushes your thighs open to move forwards between them.

He’s moving fast, rocketing past teasing kisses and harmless groping, but you don’t seem to care. There’s a time clock on the night, and you’re sure once he’s had his fill he’ll leave and move on with his tour and his life, but you’re oddly okay with it. He dips low, hooking your legs over his shoulders, “Lay back,” he instructs.

You ease back on the desk, still staying propped up on your forearms so you can look down between your legs and see the dark mop of his hair, but providing him the access that he needs. He presses close to the apex of your thighs but doesn’t quite touch you, softly he blows a stream of cool air over your exposed clit and you jolt. “You have the prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen,”

His words make you arch your back just slightly, involuntarily, and you let out a breathy moan, “Oh my god,”

“Do you want my mouth on you, pretty girl?” he asks, pressing wet kisses to your inner thighs.

An image of his mouth flashes in your brain, his plush bottom lip, his perfectly curved cupid’s bow. The way his tongue juts into his cheek when he’s teasing. You’re surprised at how easily you beg for him, “Please, please,”

He chuckles, bringing his arms under your thighs now and reaching around to brace your hips. His hands settle over your stomach and lower ribs, and he presses firmly down with his hands when he realizes you’re still propped up and not laying flat like he wants you. You drop back, letting your head rest against the hard desktop, the cool chill of the wood adding to the prickling sensation of goosebumps across your body.

“Say please again,” he tells you, and your words catch in your throat when he licks a firm stripe up your slit.

“P-please,” you shudder, and he listens.

He devours you, hungry for every drop of your slick arousal, and desperate to hear every little pant and moan you make when he focuses on sucking softly at your swollen clit. He dips his tongue inside you, hot and pulsing, and you groan, trying to rock your hips but finding that his hands are holding you exactly where he wants you.

When he delivers a sharp suck, your brain whites out, “Fuck, fuck,” you’re reaching for something to grab, to hold, and you desperately grip one of his hands. He twists it, catching your hand in his much larger one, intertwining your fingers and keeping it pressed to your stomach as he works you.

“There you go,” he pants when you arch against his tongue, flicking your clit perfectly from side to side.

“Yunho,” his hands grip down on you when you say his name, and pleasure curls tight inside you, ready to burst. “Yunho, I can’t,”

He doesn’t respond, simply works his mouth against you faster, firmer, his nose bumping your clit. Your free hand laces into his hair, gripping tightly and he groans against your heat. Your hips are bucking softly, chasing the sensation, and he shifts the tempo of his tongue to match your needy thrusts and perfect the pace you need. It’s seconds before you’re about to fall over the edge, your thighs shaking and your legs tightening around him. You pant his name again, and he presses closer, the added pressure tipping you over into a tidal wave.

The sound that leaves your lips is desperate, a crying choke of pleasure as you arch back, legs locked tightly around him, and your hand slipping out of his hair to come down hard on the table and brace yourself there. When your moans turn to soft whimpers, he slows, lapping at you softly through your aftershocks and pressing kisses to your inner thighs.

“Oh my god, you’re good at that,” you manage, recovering your breath.

He leans back, untangling his hand from yours and gently unhooking your legs from his shoulders. He holds you up, since you had wriggled off the edge of the desk a bit and helps ease you up to a sitting position again. He looks overwhelmingly pleased with himself, a wet glisten of your arousal across his mouth and chin. His hair is mussed from where you grabbed it, his cheeks flushed pink, and you want nothing more than to tackle him and kiss him soundly.

Yunho stands to his full height and offers you a hand, “Let’s move somewhere more comfortable,”

“Yeah,” you nod, a little breathless still.

He steers you to the bed, tipping you backwards so you can collapse onto the mattress and you watch him as he undresses. He pulls the loose tour t-shirt over his head and you can’t help but admire him, watching him carefully as he moves to shuck off his sweats. He’s incredibly lean, taut sinewy muscles that jump with every flex of his hands or shift of his body. Bruises litter his shins and knees, and you catch more along his elbows and forearms, a collection you suspect is from how hard they dance.

When he drops his boxers, you can feel your eyebrows jump up and he laughs at your expression. “What?” he teases.

“Oh please,” you roll your eyes, “you know exactly what.”

He blushes, his ears running red, and he clears his throat a little awkwardly before moving forwards to kneel on the mattress between your open legs. He sweeps a broad hand up your thigh, kneading your skin softly and says, “You still good?”

He’s nervous, you realize. You suspect that in his past he’s had a few negative experiences given his expression, girls who maybe shied away or feigned some excuse to end things early. Despite his intimidating size though, you’ve never wanted anything more, and you can feel the low throb of your core return as you look at him.

“I’m still very good,” you assure him, reaching up a hand.

His expression clears slightly, “Yeah?”

You change tactics, shifting up fully to a sitting position and reaching up to catch the back of his neck and pull him down, “Don’t be so full of yourself,” you tease him, hoping to lighten the tension, “I can take you just fine.”

He smirks, falling over you easily and holding himself suspended above you, “you think so?”

You really hope you can, but you double down, “Easy.”

The head of his cock connects with your entrance suddenly with a shift of his hips and you jerk, surprised at the sudden sensation, and he pushes forwards just enough to slip the head of him inside you, a hungry sly smile across his face now that he knows you’re back to playing. He pulls back when you gasp, a laugh on his lips and shakes his head, “You’re not ready yet.”

You want him so badly it makes you feel needy, a squirming urge to rock yourself against his cock until you come or until he fucks you into the floor, and you push him back with a hand on his shoulder just slightly so you can better meet his gaze, “Yes, I am,”

He smiles down at you, pleased with your bratty insistence, and shifts back up to kneel between your open legs again. He pulls you up by your hips, dragging your body into a better position, and for a moment you think he’s about to throw hesitation out the window and do it, but he doesn’t. He strokes himself with one hand as he looks down at you, and then lines your hips together, positioning you so he can let the hard straight length of his cock rest on top of your mound.

From here you can feel the hot length of him, from the base against your pubic bone to the tip that just covers your navel. Yunho squeezes your hips in his hands as he looks down at you, “You really think you’re ready for this, tiny?”

The nickname has your muscles clenching around nothing, your fingers tightening in the sheets, and a breathy groan slips out of your lips.

“Oh,” he smiles, “you like that, don’t you?”

Before this minute you didn’t, but here with him above you, proving with every inch of his body just how much larger he is than you? You want nothing more than to be caged in by him and used just the way he wants you. “Yes,” you manage, “please,”

“Please?” He chuckles, sliding back.

You nod, your hips jerking up and trying to catch some friction against your clit as he drags his cock back off you.

He shakes his head, “I’ve got to work you up to it, tiny.”

You want to respond, you want to say something teasing and clever, but the words die on your lips when he dives two of his long fingers inside you. He reaches the tender soft spot inside you easily, something that you could only hit just right with your favorite vibrator, but he catches it with ease and flicks his finger against it perfectly, his thumb landing on your clit to deliver punishing circles.

Your hips work against his hand, grinding down desperately for more pressure and he delivers it, picking up your needs immediately.

“Please,” you blink up, catching his eyes, “please fuck me,”

He shakes his head, “Only if you come again,”

“But,” you start to say, but a firm push of his hand and the addition of a third finger has you choking back a moan and arching into his hands.

“Are you close, pretty?” his low voice sparks pleasure up your body.

All you can do is whine a yes, nodding as you press your eyes shut and let the sensations roll over you. Heat flushes your chest, spreading a blush up your neck and face, and all you can hear is the wet sounds of his fingers working your sopping core. He hums softly in approval and it sends you over again, wrenching your body tight and up, your hips raised and bucking as you crest into your second orgasm.

Yunho’s wide palm comes down quickly over your lower stomach and he presses you down hard to force your hips back to the mattress and he continues pumping his fingers, holding you steady through your release. You barely register it when his fingers leave you, your head spotty and dazed, but you come back to yourself at the feeling of his cock nudging your clit.

“Wait, wait,” you’re panting, clearing your vision with furious blinks, “condom?”

“Shit,” he backs up immediately, “of course, I’m sorry,”

“It’s okay,” you shake your head, “I’m on birth control, we should just… we don’t really know each other,”

He hops off the bed, reaching down for his discarded sweatpants and searching through the pockets. “No, no,” he tears open the foil packet in his hands, “I have one, I just got a little carried away.”

“Perfect,” you sigh.

He rolls the condom over his length, checking the tip and smoothing down the base to fit snugly around him before tossing the empty packet back over the side of the bed and returning to his original position.

“Ready?” He presses the tip of his cock to your entrance again.

“Yeah,” you grip his shoulder, “yeah, I’m good.”

He nods, and seems focused. He takes one of your knees and presses it up, folding you back and opening you up wider, and then lines up his hips perfectly. “Fuck,” he breathes, shifting forwards and pressing into you just a bit, “you’re so tight,”

The press of him already is overwhelming, and it’s no longer his length that you’re focused on but how thick he feels, stretching you wide and sending a hot flush of pleasure up your chest. “You feel,” you stutter out, unable to finish your thought.

His hips jut forwards again and you whine, his forehead dropping against yours for just a moment as he holds himself controlled and steady, “Tell me,” he prompts you, moving in deeper.

“It’s so much,” you manage, and he smooths the damp hair back from your face to get a good look at you.

“Too much?”

“God, no,” you didn’t know it could feel quite like this.

“Yeah, tiny?” He sinks in further and groans.

“Please,” your hands shift down and you pull him closer, your nails digging in to his firm backside, “more,”

He’s losing his composure now, and his eyes roll shut when he finally thrusts forwards more sharply, sinking his entire length inside you and bottoming out. He’s stretching you fully, filling every little warm place inside you that you didn’t even know you had, and fleetingly you wish you could feel him more fully, no thin latex separating your warm wet walls from him.

“Fuck,” he starts to roll his hips, fucking you softly as he works your body up to taking more, “tell me how you feel, baby,”

“Full,” you answer immediately, “I can feel you everywhere,”

“God,” he chokes, his hips stuttering, “can you take more?”

“Yunho,” you catch his cheek in your hand and bring his eyes to yours, “I need it,”

“Yeah, tiny?” He teases, thrusting just a little more firmly.

The need inside you for more is deep though, and you can’t wait any longer. “No, Yunho,” you level him with your look, clenching your muscles tight around his hot length, “Fuck me, do whatever you want to me, I just,” you search for the right words, “just please,”

He answers with a firm thrust, and when he watches your eyes roll back and hears the moan that leaves your lips he understands. “Is that what you need?” He holds you firmly and ruts into you, “you like it harder?”

You’re sure you answer him because you hear him laugh softly in response, but your mind is hazy and disconnected, nothing but the feeling of his thick heat hitting every place you need it to, bringing you up faster than ever.

“Yeah, pretty?” He’s everywhere, collapsed over you and desperate, one hand on your thigh to hold you open, the other locked now in your hair, his breath hot over your damp skin, his pace never faltering, “you just want me to use you?”

Your body arches deeply, shifting the position of him inside you and you choke a whine out, gripping onto him tightly, “Please, please,” you can’t stop.

“Shh, shh,” he kisses you hard, his hands holding you roughly, “you’ll take what I give you,”

You nod against him, unable to find anything but pleasure and the tight feeling inside you. He dips his thumb into your mouth, running the pad of it along your tongue, and you suck his digit gently, before he pulls his hand back and firmly flicks his wet thumb over your pert nipple.

“God, Yunho,” you thrust up to meet him, your hips connecting fast and firm, “I’m- I’m,”

“Come for me,” he directs, “come and I’ll fill you up,”

Your brain shorts out, and the hot sensation that you’ve been chasing turns stifling, crashing into you and turning you into a quivering mess, your muscles locked and jerking against his hold as you come hard and fast.

He tumbles over behind you, the feeling of your walls pulsing down on his length sending him into a spiral, and you hear him curse, panting, losing his grip on you and fucking into you desperate and fast until he comes, collapsing over you and pressing your cheek into his sweaty chest.

His heart is beating hard and fast against your cheek, and it takes a moment before you both recover and he can ease himself off of you, out of you. He discards of the condom in the waste basket, and turns back to you, realizing you haven’t so much as moved an inch since he left you.

“Hey,” he sighs, sweeping a hand through his damp hair, “you okay?”

“So perfect,” you sigh.

He smiles, “Can I get you anything?”

Your limbs start to come alive again, and you ease yourself up into a sitting position against the headboard, pulling the sheets over you, “Water?”

“On it,” he slips his boxers back on and returns with a glass of cool water.

You’re not sure what his next move will be, staying or going, but you know what you wish he would do. He surprises you when he collapses back onto the bed next to you with a sigh, resting a wide hand on your thigh and squeezing you, “You’re amazing,” he says.

“You did all the work,” you chuckle, “I feel like I should be telling you that.”

He shakes his head, “No, it was great,” you look down at him and his eyes are gently shut, his mouth open softly as his breathing evens out.

You watch him for a few minutes, and it’s clear he’s not going to be moving any time soon, he looks spent, a second away from sleep, and judging by the late hour you figure it’s better to let him stay if he wants to. You grab your phone off the nightstand and start to set an alarm.

“Yunho,” you murmur, prodding his shoulder gently, “what time do you need to be up?”

He hums, shrugging.

“Hey,” you nudge him again, “you can sleep here if you want, just tell me what time to get you up.”

“Nine?” he blinks his eyes open, “I can go if you’d be more comfortable,”

“No, no, stay,” you ease down into the covers, and he shifts to slide in beside you, “I’d like it if you did.”

“Good,” he sighs again, reaching across the empty space between you and pulling you back into his chest. He snuggles into you, spooning you close and relaxing against you, “because I really hate sleeping alone.”

Warmth heats your chest, and you finish setting the alarm before you relax back into his embrace, “Me too.”

You sleep, but you wake twice before the alarm, the first time to Yunho’s hips rolling against your backside, his cock hard again and straining against his boxers and looking for friction. He fucks you soft the second time, spooning you still and holding you open, gentle thrusts and his fingers massaging your swollen bud until you come gentle and easy against the warm plane of his chest.

The second time he’s gone, and you think for a moment that he’s left entirely. You’re not necessarily surprised, but he had seemed nice enough to at least say goodbye after fucking you twice and holding you all night.

The sound of your hotel room door makes you jump, and you pull yourself up, holding the fluffy white comforter to your front and running a hand hastily through your hair.

Yunho’s back, freshly showered and already dressed for the day in stylishly baggy light wash jeans and an oversized blazer. “Oh,” he smiles, “you’re up!”

In the light of day, seeing him cleaned up like this has the reality of the evening crashing into you sideways. You had made fun of him, flirted with him, begged him, fucked him, and now you’re still sitting naked in front of him like a mess while he’s looking like what he is, an idol.

“Hey,” you manage.

He holds up a hand and you see now that he has a coffee cup and a small white pastry bag, “I brought you some breakfast,”

You’re really not even sure what to say he’s being so sweet, but you smile, watching as he drops the bag and coffee cup off on your side table. “Thanks,” you take the coffee happily, and he pulls a few packets of sugar out of his pocket.

“I didn’t know how you like it,” he says, a little sheepish, “but I didn’t want to wake you,”

“No, no, this is perfect, thank you so much.”

“I have to get going,” he sits on the edge of the bed, turned towards you, his hand resting on your knee with such easy familiarity, “but I wanted to make sure you got up too, I know you have a long drive back.”

Something inside you melts, “Thank you, Yunho, that’s so nice of you,”

“I also,” he shifts, a smile on his lips, “I had a lot of fun last night.”

“Me too,” you nod, resting your hand on his.

“It was really nice getting to know you,” he leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, his other hand coasting down your bare back.

You sigh against his lips. It had been a long time since you had had a soft morning like this, and the feeling of his hands on your skin again and his warm kiss on your lips has you feeling weightless and dizzy.

Yunho leans back and squeezes your knee gently, “I really do have to go,”

“It’s okay,” you smile, “I get it, but yeah, I had a good time too.”

Yunho takes your hand in his and turns it over, “How’s this feel?” he nods his head towards your injured palm.

You had honestly forgotten about it, “Completely fine, don’t worry,”

“Good,” he drops a kiss to your palm with a teasing eyebrow raise and stands, smoothing down his jacket.

“Well,” you would get up and see him to the door, but you blush and hold the comforter a little higher over your chest, “have a safe rest of your tour,”

“I will,” he nods, “you have a safe drive,”

You nod, and you expect him to go, but he shifts, glancing at the floor for a moment and then back up to your eyes. “I put my number in the bag,”

The sentence doesn’t quite make sense to you, “You what?”

“My number,” he explains, looking at you a little more clearly as if that will explain, but he says, “if you want,”

“Want to what?”

He laughs at your expression, “Text me, if you want to message me sometime.”

“Oh!”

“Only if you want,” he says, and when you start to open your mouth to respond he gestures for you to stop, “otherwise we can leave it here. Either way, I’m glad I met you.”

“Me too,” you nod earnestly.

His phone dings in his pocket and he sighs, his eyes closing in annoyance for a moment, “Okay, that’s my cue. Drive safe,” he says again and starts to slowly head for the door, “and maybe I’ll talk to you,”

“Maybe,” you respond, noncommittal but you already know your decision.

He smiles, “Okay,”

“Okay,”

He pushes himself towards the door with a groan, “Alright, I’m going. You look pretty in the morning by the way,”

A laugh breaks out of your chest, “Thank you?”

“I just thought you should know,” he shrugs, flirtatious and teasing, but with the sound of the door opening and swinging shut you know he’s gone.

It takes you about three seconds to tear the bag open and see if he was being serious. Tucked into the pastry bag, nestled on top of the wax paper, is a little card with his number written out and his name, Jeong Yunho, as if you wouldn’t remember his name.

You key it into your phone immediately, a message open and waiting. You bite your lip, nervous and unsure of what to say, but then you hear his parting words ringing in your ears again. You type the message out and send it immediately, not pausing long enough to think too hard or overanalyze the decision.

You look handsome in the morning too, just so you know.

You toss the phone aside and leap out of the bed, needing suddenly to walk far away and clear your head. You pull the hotel robe around yourself and sigh into your hands, recounting the night and the way his soft sweetness made your stomach flip flop. You start to walk towards the bathroom, ready to start a warm shower and clear your head, when you hear the soft ding of an incoming message, and you can’t help but smile.

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hi!!! i love your blog and writing! i wanna request a silly + cute request of reader and phantom sliding on ice, since its phantoms first time on the surface and he'd never experienced it before. But phantom isn't exactly being graceful and ends up hanging onto an amused reader for dear life! I headcanon there is a lake/wide river near the ministry so maybe they'd try "skating" there once its frozen :]!!

Hi!!! Thank you so much <33 I hope you enjoy this :3 I basically used this as an excuse to make a little holiday special

My requests are open !

You slowly cracked your eyes open, blinking from the morning light shining through your window. You can already feel the chill of the room on the parts of your face not covered by the massive amounts of blankets in your bed. You sigh contentedly and burrow just a bit deeper. It was the weekend and you had managed to snag some days off of your normal duties. You were in no rush to get up. You lazily shift to try to see the little digital clock you kept on your desk, just to see if you had to bother the kitchen staff for breakfast or not. Or maybe lunch? You really had no idea how long you got to sleep in for.

When you poke your head up instead of seeing the little red numbers you were met with mismatched purple eyes.

“Hi.”

You jump up, flinging a pillow at their head.

“Phantom what the fuck? How the fuck?”

Your door is still closed and, more importantly, locked.

“Ow” they say with a little grin “cool senses still work so this isn’t the afterlife.”

“Why would this be the afterlife Ant?”

“Well ya know how it’s been really super cold?”

You nod, a little confused as to where this is heading.

“Well last night I looked outside cause there was stuff on the windows and there was just” he gestures sporadically “stuff falling out of the sky and covering everything. It looked like ash, but it was too light to be ash so it obviously had to be a sign the apocalypse was starting.”

Obviously

You have to hold back a smile.

“So what does that have to do with you magically breaking into my room?”

“At first I was checking to see if you were dead and then you weren’t but then I was too scared to leave” his ears twitch as he recounts their thought process.

Despite still not entirely understanding how they seem to be able to just poof into whatever room they want, you couldn’t be mad at him. Actually it was the exact opposite. You were very amused that he believed snow meant the end of the world. You couldn’t really blame them though, this was the first snow of the season. The first snow he and Aurora would see.

You throw the mound of blankets off you and walk over to the window. You throw the curtains fully open and look out at the courtyard. You gasp and huff a laugh. There was so much.

“What? What is it? It’s the angels isn’t it ohhh I’m not ready for this.”

“Come and look Ant” you hold out your hand for them.

They take it as they step over, squeezing immediately. He stands there facing the window with his eyes closed.

“Open your eyes. I think you’ll like it.”

He slowly blinks them open, making a little noise at how bright it is outside. When he finally takes a real look at the winter scene, his pupils dilate so much the black practically takes up all the color.

“Pretty” he starts to purr, moving closer to the window. They’re practically pressed against it at this point, breath fogging the glass.

“Why does it look like that?”

“It’s snow. It’s what happens when it gets cold enough outside for clouds to freeze.”

“It looks like those movies Dew’s been watching” you can hear his piercings jingle from his tail flicking.

Movies Dew’s been watching

That gave you an idea. You let go of their hand and move to your closet. You begin digging around for as many sweatshirts, hats, gloves, and coats you can find. You toss a bundle onto your bed for yourself. You poke your head out to eyeball Phantom whose face is now actually pressed against the glass. You sift through your clothes until you find enough things you think will fit them. You turn and toss the bundle at him.

He makes a small noise when it hits him.

“What’s this for?” He asks, voice muffled by the layers of fabric on his head.

“We’re going outside.”

“OUTSIDE”

They try to pull the sweater off their head but it gets stuck on his horns. You laugh and help him pull it off.

“Yes outside. We’re gonna play.”

You both get dressed in the snow gear and head out to the courtyard. Apparently you weren’t the only one who thought it would be fun to show the newest ghoul what snow was. The rest of the ghouls were outside already along with a handful of other Siblings. The moment you open the door, Phantom falls face first into the snow. He yelps and immediately springs back up shaking his head to get all of it off.

“Cold! So very cold! It looks so soft, why is it so cold and evil?”

“I told you it was frozen!” You laugh stepping out into it.

He gingerly follows you out, very pleased when they realize the chill isn’t seeping into their boots.

“Looks like Aurora had the same thought as you.”

In the distance you both can see Aurora clinging to Mountain’s back. Ever from here you can see her shivering despite the massive pink puffer she has on. Phantom opens his mouth to say something, but they’re immediately cut off by a face full of snow.

“Glad you could finally join us, Bug!” Swiss calls, waving from behind a very rough looking snow fort.

You feel a snowball hit your back. You turn in the direction you assumed it came from.

“Sorry Sibling! That was meant for Swiss, Dew just can’t aim.” Sunshine pops up from her own fort.

“Hey who’s fucking team are you on!” Dew shoves a snowball into her face.

“Are you gonna pick a side Bug?” Cumulus asks from Fort Swiss.

“Side?”

“For a snowball fight” you clarify.

“They’re gonna fight?” He looks genuinely concerned for a moment.

“Not a real fight” you laugh “they’re just gonna take a handful of snow and throw them at each other like this.”

You bend down and scoop up snow, packing it until it takes the lumpy form of a snowball. You put it in his hand.

“Now pick a target and throw.”

“Are you gonna play?”

“Absolutely not. I had bruises for days last winter. But you’ll be fine.”

They look almost torn between you and the snowball, that is until another one knocks you in the head followed by laughter from Fort Sunshine. Without a second thought Phantom throws the ball, hitting Dew square in the face. The snow melts almost immediately and he looks pissed, though it’s very easy to see the amused glint in his ember eyes.

“They’ve spoken! Get over here Bug!” Swiss yells quickly making more snowballs.

“That’s my cue to leave. Have fun and don’t let them win.”

You jump off onto the sidelines as Phantom runs and jumps behind Fort Swiss just as Sunny throws a massive looking snowball.

You stand and watch the fight for a bit chatting with Mountain, Aurora, and Rain before the latter gets summoned by Dew for backup. Rain sighs, but there’s a smile on his face as he runs over.

“Okay which one of you shits is throwing ice balls!”

Swiss’ head pops up, eyes glowing gold as the snow melts off him. Rain avoids eye contact trying to hide his grin.

“Dirty little water ghoul, I thought we said no elements this year!”

“Rora” Cumulus calls “Come help us!”

Her tail flicks at the mention of her name. She stares at the snow for a moment. A fang filled grin crosses her face as she leaps off of Mountain’s back running over. You can already see her eyes turning blue as she calls her water to the surface.

You watch the fight pick up in intensity. After a while Mountain leaves to go warn Aether and Omega they’ll probably be getting some visitors soon when Cirrus comes over with Ifrit. It’s at that point you realize you lost sight of Phantom. You scan the scene looking for any little bit of purple when you feel a tap on your shoulder.

“Hi.”

“Got tired of the fight?”

They nod.

“Do you wanna go see something cool?”

They nod again, tail flicking with excitement.

You take his hand leading him into the woods. You may not enter often, a bit fearful of Ivy and their hellhounds, but you had made this a tradition since you arrived at the Ministry. You knew this path well. You were so happy to share it with Phantom. As you approach your destination the noises of ghouls and Siblings playing have faded, you can hear the occasional shout but that’s all.

“We’re here.”

You lead him out of the wintery brush into a small clearing where normally a river cuts through. Now though, it’s frozen solid and shining like crystal in the bright light.

“What are we—what are you doing!”

You walk to the edge carefully testing your weight on the ice. Not a single crack. You slowly put both feet on carefully walking around.

“Come skate with me Phantom.”

He takes a tentative step onto the surface, mirroring your actions. Once he realizes he’s not going to fall through, he takes a step in your direction. He slips and nearly faceplants, but you slide over just in time to support him. You laugh, helping him regain his balance.

“This would be so much easier if I had my claws” they scowl at the boots they’re wearing.

“Yes but then you’d be frozen.”

“Fair point but I think if I move I’m gonna fall over and die.”

“You’re not” you squeeze his arm “follow my lead and trust me.”

They cling to you, wrapping their tail around one leg. You slowly slide forward on the ice trying to get Phantom to copy the way your feet move. He seems to pick up on it as you move down the river. You two only get a few feet away from the starting point when he slips again, digging his claws in and clinging closer. You give him a second to compose himself before continuing the little journey.

As you go, you pass a snowed over weeping willow and Phantom gives you a heart attack with the gasp he lets out. They scamper off the ice to the best of their ability to get a closer look at the way the frozen branches sag and glitter.

“It’s so…”

“Beautiful.”

You stand next to him brushing shoulders.

“This is why I love winter. No other season can give you a sight quite like this.”

You lean your head against them.

“I think I love winter too.”

“Really? Not too cold anymore.”

“No” he laughs “I’m freezing, but everything is so shiny.”

You hum a response. You two stand there for a bit longer admiring the winter forest before his fangs start clacking. You head back to the Ministry exhausted but happy with the day you had with Phantom.

Back in your room, you’ve peeled off your snow clothes and hung them up to dry along with theirs. You sit on your bed messing with your snow damp hair while Phantom sticks his face directly in front of your heater. There’s a knock.

You open the door to see Sunshine grinning at you.

“Phantom I think you’re being summoned.”

“Again?”

“I’m not just here for them” Sunny says “I also wanted to see if you maybe possibly wanted to join us in the den for movie night. Dew feels bad for pelting you twice but he wouldn’t admit it.”

“What’s in it for me?”

“Swiss made hot chocolate and ghoul hugs.”

“You had me at Swiss made” you turn towards Phantom “Ant grab a blanket or two let’s go to the den.”

You end up cuddled up with Phantom on a couch, buried under blankets and purrs vibration around you. Swiss brings a tray in with a mug for everyone, a bowl of marshmallows and sprinkles, and whipped cream. Dew is hunched over a box sifting through the dvds. He jumps up immediately, taking it to the player when he finds what he’s looking for.

“Seriously? Christmas Carol again?” Swiss teases.

“Hey nobody complained when he wanted to watch Nightmare Before Christmas every time they got to pick I don’t wanna hear it.”

Phantom flusters a little at Dew’s callout, mumbling into his mug. You grab the one meant for you and settle in, getting cozy with Phantom beside you.

The day ends just like how it began. Covered in blankets with a ghoul nearby.

#the band ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #phantom ghoul #i hope you like it anon <3 #phantom x reader #the band ghost fic #nameless ghoul x reader #golfball writes

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easier

Summary: Dewdrop feels like he is too hard to love. They love him anyways.

Tags: raindrop of course, polyghouls, hurt/comfort, self-esteem issues, implied sexual content

Inspired by The Death of Peace of Mind by kroas_adtam because the "I would have been easier to love as a water-ghoul" line literally haunts me. also i wrote this a while ago but i forgot to post it here

Read here on AO3, or under the cut!

Dewdrop has a thought - one that crosses his mind with frustrating recurrence. He tries not to entertain it, tries not to let it sink in too deep, or let the words build too heavy, but he feels it. It kicks at the back of his mind like Mountain’s foot on the drum pedal when he bites out harsh words at Cumulus who just wanted to make sure he was okay. It twists its way into his chest, thick and suffocating, when Rain’s arm is draped over his waist in the silence of his room, hot puffs of even air fanning across his cheeks. The thought pounds at his stomach like Aether’s fists on his door, begging Dew to let him in, please let me in. The thought whispers it too, lacking the plead in Aether’s voice, it demands Let Me In.

And Dewdrop fights it. He shoves it back with a snap of quick wit when Swiss suggests he might need something soft to hold when he fucks him hard and deep, offering Dewdrop’s hand a gentle squeeze where they’re intertwined against the sheets. It punches the desire out of his gut and makes his lip curl up in disgust just before telling Swiss there’s something else you can squeeze instead. That quiets the voice, the thought, for a moment when Swiss’ large, warm hand rests against his throat. Though it pipes up again when he can feel his own pulse on the multi-ghoul’s finger tips, reminding him that his life rests in the mercy of Swiss’ careful compress. Let me in.

He ignores it again. He passes it back and forth on his knees and ankles like a hacky-sack when it threatens him. He forces his eyes open wider, willing his mind to zero back in on Aurora’s ramblings while she paints his nails. She paints them black without asking, because she knows him a bit too well, settling a bit too comfortably into Dew’s life considering how long she’d been on earth. His hand twitches in her soft grasp, itching to rip away and cut like a knife. So, he does. But it’s less of a knife and more of a worn out wooden spoon, frayed around the edges, as an excuse leaves his lips. He tries to smile through the ache in his chest when she gives him a concerned frown, and he despises the way his eyes sting as he forces out, I’m okay, just tired , before patting her head as he scoots off the stool to leave. He feels her eyes on the back of his head as he walks away. LET ME IN , the voice screams when he twists his face and refuses to cry.

And then when he’s there in his own room - not Rain’s where he fell asleep tangled up most nights, not Mountain’s soft, plush nest that never failed to make him drowsy, or Phantom’s exciting chamber filled with trinkets to occupy his mind - his room, it could sneak up on him. His room was clean, partially from his need for space to concentrate, not allowing clutter to fill his mind or his surroundings, and another in part because he really did not spend much time in it since the change. Scorch marks stained the furniture and the walls, black and smokey, that never seemed to go away no matter how he scrubbed at them (Copia offered to buy him paints to cover them, and to help him too, but Dewdrop had slammed the door shut on his Papa and curled up in the corner to stare at the marks instead). They were reminders now. Reminders of who he is, and who he will never be. He avoided his room until he couldn't anymore. Until the feelings welled up and he had nowhere else to hide. And that is where the voice would start to win.

You would have been easier to love if…

If you were soft.

If you were kind.

If you were quieter.

Calmer.

Brighter.

More thoughtful.

More giving.

If you were more and if you were less.

You would have been easier to love as a water ghoul.

The words spill over and down Dewdrop’s cheeks, wracking his body with sobs when he curls up with his back against the wall and his knees pulled to his chest.

You do not deserve them . His pack. He does not deserve them after what he did.

Once he was all sparkling blue skin and dark sleek hair, perky and cute and all of the things that the others cherished and desired. He still had his spark, his quick tongue, but he had smiled more - let his lovers hold him and mold him until he fit right into their mouths and bodies. He laughed loud and often, wearing his emotions like bold flowering tattoos on his skin, never letting them doubt for one moment that he loved them all. He kissed Mountain’s cheek in the morning before they sank into their routine of making breakfast together, humming as they knocked into each other with quiet giggles, and letting his stomach swoop when the earth ghoul hugged him close to his body against the counter. Now, their mornings were quieter. It was still always the two of them up before the others, dipping into a silent rhythm of making coffee and pancakes. Mountain tried humming, tried nudging at Dew with his feet, tossing him soft, sympathetic smiles that made bile rise in Dew’s throat. He watched that smile fall, fall, and fall again until Mountain did not try anymore. A sick part of Dew reveled in it, that he had shaken off the softness, like he had proved that he was not as good as Mountain claimed he was. Another smaller, muffled part of him was begging him to give in, to let Mountain wash his gentle hands over his small waist and rock back and forth in the kitchen until the pancakes were burnt on the bottom and the coffee went cold.

You do not deserve to give in , the voice reminded him. He was not their water-ghoul anymore. He was not their sweet, loving Dewdrop. He didn’t even deserve the name, Dewdrop.

Another sob coursed through his frame, his whole body shaking with it until it burst from his mouth all strangled and wet. He felt stupid, he felt pathetic, by letting the voice speak to him and etch its way onto his skin.

You are not soft enough.

You are not pretty enough.

You are not smart enough, or strong enough.

You are not good enough for them.

It choked him, clamping down on his chest and throat like he was being crushed by the depth of the sea. He lifted his hands and dug into his hair, pulling at it to feel the sting where the fibers latched onto his scalp. The cries kept coming until he was gasping and he wished so badly that he was good enough for one of his mates, all of his mates, that he could reach out and ask them to hold him, soothe him , like a young kit until he could catch his breath and snuggle into their warmth.

He imagined how they might kiss his forehead and wipe away his tears with the pads of their thumbs, and it ached . He let his mind reach out for the ache, let it burn through his chest and bubble up his throat to turn into more cries and whimpers that tumbled out and echoed off his stupid, burnt walls. He thought about how they might say his name. Like they used to. Soft and kind, Dewdrop. Water lily. Droplet.

Dewdrop.

"Dewdrop."

"Dewdrop!"

Dew’s head shot up, heart pounding in his chest. He felt the color drain from his body, heat replaced by chill like he was a prey who had been caught.

"Dew, please open the door." It was Rain.

Dew couldn’t stop the next cry that left his lips, crying for his mate. His chest kept aching, his breaths getting faster. He wished he could stand and open the door but his body was frozen on the hardwood, clutching at his head and the space above his heart.

"Baby, please."

Too sweet, too soft, you do not deserve this.

When he did not respond again, he heard mumbling and the rustling of keys. His heart thumped heavily. A key slid into the lock with a sleek slide, Rain rushing out a quick warning that he was coming in before turning it all the way because he was ever the gentleman even like this. Even to Dewdrop.

Dew turned his head when the door opened, trying to fold in on himself, wishing he could flip inside out so no one could see the blotchiness of his cheeks or the way his hands shook when he moved his hair to cover his face.

"Let me go in first," Rain said to someone behind him before Dewdrop heard the door click shut once more and soft, bare footsteps followed by the drag of a tail padded over to where he sat.

And then there were arms around him.

And Dewdrop cried again, harder and louder if it were even possible. Rain’s arms were sturdy where they slowly turned Dew into his body, scooping him up until he was folded around the fire ghoul's shaking form.

"It’s okay, baby." Rain said, using the petname he reserved only for Dewdrop and only in times like these. The voice laughed, poking at Dew with a hot iron, he wouldn't hold you like this if he had known you before. If he knew how much colder you are as a fire-ghoul, if he knew how much dimmer, and saltier, and weaker you are now.

A soft hand pulled at his mind as it laid on his cheek. He hiccupped, hating the way he leaned into Rain's touch. He took in a shaky breath, eyes beginning to stare out into the expanse as the storming sea of emotions pulled him under, trying to drown him. It was peaceful, like acceptance. That he was in fact,

Weak.

Ugly.

Wrong.

"Where are you?" Rain said, his voice the softest, most pleading whisper. To Dewdrop, it felt like a hand grasping his where he reached up towards the surface, where the light shone through the water. It threatened to pull him out into the open air and subject him to the ache and the waves again. He wanted to thrash against it, tear his hand from Rain’s strong grip and keep sinking, but Rain was strong and Dew wanted to dive into his embrace.

Rain leaned his forehead against Dewdrop’s, their horns clacking together as he pressed firmly. His tail intertwined with Dew’s. Dew could feel his mate's distress and worry tugging at his heart, the beautiful and unfortunate part of being so tightly tied to one another. It wasn't pity Rain was feeling, It was empathy. And Dew didn't know what to do with it when it washed over him, but he knew he did not want Rain to be sad. Especially not for him, so he leaned into Rain, letting him hold him and mold him to his chest. He breathed in deep, familiar petrichor filling his senses, slowing his heart rate. He let that hand pull him up, up, up until he breached the surface.

He took another deep breath that shuddered through his small body. Rain ran his other hand that was not on his face over his spine in slow sweeping motions. A few remaining tears trickled over his hot cheeks, and this time Rain’s thumb was there to catch them. Dew leaned into him further. The sea was calm, the voice was quieter.

“What happened?” Rain asked, leaning back enough to see Dew’s face, but never letting him go.

Dewdrop struggled to raise his head, keeping his eyes fixated on Rain’s chest where one of his hands had clutched and dug in. The shirt was torn from his claws, and he had to resist another deprecating thought.

He hiccupped around his next breath of air, trying to get the words out, but they were lodged in his throat. The voice, while quieter, still called him an attention seeker, a waste of space, undeserving of Rain’s warm gaze.

“I-” His voice was crackly and raw. Rain asked if he needed water and Dewdrop shook his head. He feared that if he didn’t let it out now, he might never have the strength again. “It’s hard,” he started.

What’s hard? How do I explain this? How do I explain to you that sometimes when you look at me, when the others look at me like you love me, it feels like I’m dying.

“It’s hard to let you love me.” He said, quiet. Weak. “I don’t- I don’t deserve it.”

He waited for the sting. Something that would prove the voice and the thoughts right. Flashes of the anger haunted his memories, the stupid words he spat at Rain when he was first summoned, how he stormed out of every room the water ghoul entered, resisting his kindness at every turn and corner, and how Rain kept coming back no matter what - Dew could not handle that sort of love. He needed Rain to be mad at him too, to fight back, to finally say what he has been probably thinking all these years later; that Dew was and is too hard to love, and most certainly did not deserve it.

There was no sting though.

There was only Rain pulling Dew back into his chest, stronger and firmer than before. He tucked his head into the crook between Dew’s neck and shoulder, his breath whispering on his skin and making him shiver.

" You are everything to me." Rain said. He said it with power, with force, with a sort of roundness to it that had Dew pulling back and gently tilting Rain’s head back, finally looking at his face and finding his blue eyes glistening with tears. Shining with adoration. It brought wetness back to Dew’s on eyes, and he felt his lip quiver.

"I love you, Dewdrop." Rain said, and again "You are everything. I know it's hard, I know. Let me do this- let us do this with you."

Dew sniffled, "I don't know how."

"We will figure it out together. Oh," He brushed a strand of gold hair behind Dewdrop's ear, his lips upturned in a small smile, "You are pretty even when you cry, sweetheart."

Dewdrop scoffed, but couldn't help his own smile.

Rain’s hand rested on his cheek again, and this time Dew was unashamed in the way he soaked up his warmth, closing his eyes and kissing his palm.

"Will you let us in? Let us see you like this." Rain asked. Dew nodded into his hand, biting his lip. Rain pressed a lingering kiss to his head, his horns, his cheeks, to his nose and chin, and then to his lips. "Let us love you."

"Okay."

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