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(67) Days of Whatever the Fuck that Was (PART 1.)

Summary: Chenle wasn't interested in committed relationships until he met the one. The problem is that now she is the one who doesn't want to commit to him.

Pairing: Werewolf! Chenle x Siren! Female reader

Warnings: OOff where do I start. Things get dubious, and even a bit non-conish sometimes so do not read if that's not something you're into. A lot of mind games, manipulation, gaslighting, and all the red flags you can think of. Y/N is MEAN. Also, this is super long so i had to make two separate posts. Read both if you want to know how it ends! SMUT.

Chenle didn’t understand why everyone said they had such a hard time trying to get their mates to accept them. All his pack brothers told horrendous stories about how hard it was to approach, confess, and get together with their destined person (except for Haechan, who found the whole ‘bugging her every day until she says yes´ approach normal). So far, all their mates had not been wolves like them, so it made sense that they didn’t immediately believe them, nor did they want to compromise to be with them for life.

But Chenle? Chenle had his mate in his arms right now, not even five minutes after first laying eyes on her, kissing him and giggling playfully at his dumbfounded but eager state.

He can barely remember how he got there. He remembers going to this bar that Jisung was ridiculously excited to check out. It was literally inside a ship that was (supposedly) safely anchored and that was accessible through a wooden bridge connected to the port. Rumor had it they served the most exquisite liquors from all around the world and they never stayed in the same town for more than a couple of months. Chenle found the concept of a wandering floating bar clever, especially because paying for a spot to park a ship wasn’t as expensive as renting a place on land and getting it ready for the business. He had some concerns regarding the legal permits to sell alcohol in different cities and countries, though.

He was thinking about all the technical details that opening a business like this required while trying to decide what to order when he locked eyes with the bartender– the most beautiful creature he had ever seen– and he forgot how to speak, so he just looked at you dumbly as your lips moved delicately, asking him who knows what.

You thought maybe he was new to drinking, so you leaned forward over the bar and pointed at some options on the menu, avoiding the ones that contained hard liquor.

“Are you a beer-only type of person? This one is a little bitter but a lot of our regulars like it,” you tried to speak over the loud music. When he didn’t reply you tried again. “If you prefer something sweet there are a few cocktails that I could recommend but they are kinda strong–,” You looked up and saw that you had been talking to a wall the entire time; he wasn’t even looking at the menu. Instead, his eyes moved hesitantly from your lips to your neck and finally, your breasts, which were barely covered by your low-cut top, and had him salivating.

He finally looked up when you scoffed.

“That’s not really on the menu,” you teased him. You weren’t mad. You often got hit on during your shift, and you quite enjoyed the attention when it came from attractive young men. And this one was incredibly attractive.

He cleared his throat. “S-sorry, I didn’t mean to stare–”

“Do they look good?” you asked, tilting your head and crossing your arms under your chest, making your tits look even prettier.

He swallowed a groan and forced his eyes to look back into yours after taking a quick look. So you were a tease, huh? He could deal with that. “Yes,” he said, suddenly sounding very confident. “But they would look prettier with my mouth on them.”

You were taken aback by the change of demeanor, but you couldn’t deny it sounded tempting. You had had your fair share of one-night stands, most of them fun, some of them not so much, but you had never wanted to kiss someone you had just met this badly.

“Sangie,” you turned and called for your coworker who was cleaning some glasses. “Can I take a short toilet break?”

Yeosang smirked knowingly and nodded. There weren’t many customers right now, so he could handle them just fine. Plus, it was the first time he saw you taking the initiative to go with someone, which had to mean you really liked that lucky guy.

“Thanks! Love ya!” you said, leaving your workstation and grabbing the stranger’s hand, who let you guide him without even thinking about his friend waiting for him at the table.

And now he was pressed against the wall of a restroom as you assaulted his lips until he felt light-headed. The way the ocean waves rocked the ship didn’t help. He felt drunk already and he hadn’t tried a single drop of alcohol.

“What’s your name?” he asked in between kisses.

“Y/N,” you replied, pecking his lips. “And you are…?”

“Chenle,” he said, chasing your mouth. “Zhong,” he added. He thought you had to know his family name as well since it would be yours one day.

You giggled against his lips and his heart skipped a beat.

And then he almost had a heart attack when you placed his hand on your breast.

“I thought you were gonna make them look prettier, Chenle Zhong” you taunted.

He let out a sound that was between a laugh and a scoff. He would fix your attitude later, right now he was feeling too good to be mad about it.

He squeezed your breasts while he trailed your neck with wet kisses.

You sighed and closed your eyes in delight, waiting for him to fulfill his promise, but he was taking his sweet time with your neck.

“Hey,” you tried to get his attention to no avail. “I can’t be here all night, you know?” you informed him, laughing.

Either he didn’t hear you or he decided to completely ignore you because he seemed fixated on nibbling the soft skin on the crook of your neck.

You normally wouldn’t mind some of that for foreplay, but you had to get back to work at some point. Not only that, but the constant licking and sucking on the same spot was starting to get painful.

“Chenle,” you hissed, tapping at his shoulder insistently, but instead of stopping he opened his mouth wider and you felt sharp teeth scratching the surface his tongue had abused before. “Chenle, stop!” you demanded, grabbing a handful of his hair and finally pulling his head back. “What are you doing?!” you asked him, holding him in place and using your other hand to soothe the sensitive patch of skin.

He groaned and stared at you defiantly. “Let me go.”

“ You’ve been sucking on my neck for five minutes.”

“I found the right spot,” he argued, trying to dive in again, and grunting when you pulled his hair harder.

“Right spot for what?” you asked, baffled.

“To bite you,” he replied, rolling his eyes like you had asked the dumbest question ever.

“...Nice, but that won’t get me off,” you explained. “So can we move on?”

His reddened eyes (had they always been red?) squinted at you. “My mate has a sassy mouth, huh? Let me make it official and then I’ll get you off all you want,” he offered, aiming for your neck and letting out a frustrated sigh when you stopped him again.

“I’m no one’s mate. What the fuck are you on about?” you asked in disbelief.

“You asked for my ID before I could order a drink, right? What species did it say I was?” he tried to explain as kindly as he could, but he sounded like an exhausted elementary school teacher. He was losing his patience and it was getting really hard to be coherent.

“A werewolf, but–,” you stopped mid-sentence and your eyes widened in realization. “Oh…”

“Yes, ‘Oh’,” he echoed. “So why do you think I need to bite your neck?”

“…You imprinted on me?” you whispered, gulping.

“Smart girl,” he cooed, pecking your lips and making you blush at the unexpected praise.

Once again he started kissing your neck, teeth grazing against the skin threateningly. When you tried to pull his hair again he growled, opting for pinning both your hands on the wall.

“This is what’s going to happen,” he whispered next to your ear. “After I mark you, we’re going somewhere more…hygienic and comfortable, where we can mate properly. Once my rut is over, if you can walk, we’re going on a date to discuss the details of our future together. Marriage is a must, but pretty much everything else is negotiable. Do you like diamonds?” he recited like he had been preparing this script for a long time.

“Absolutely no—”

“No diamonds?” He asked skeptically, thinking you were rejecting his gemstone choice instead of his whole plan. The way you squirmed didn’t seem to give him a clue of your thoughts either, because all he did was pin both your hands together on top of your head with one of his hands while the other grabbed your jaw firmly to keep you in place. “I guess there are other options, but diamonds are the most durable…” he mumbled.

“I have no intention of—”

“What type of house would you like? If you don’t like any of the properties on sale we can get one designed and built to suit your taste. Anything for you. You’ll get anything you want as long as you’re mine,” he continued like he couldn’t hear you. He wasn’t one to lose his mind easily, but you smelled of sea salt, coconut, and vanilla and he couldn’t think of anything else besides having you by his side and spoiling you.

Your heart sprinted. This stranger was about to make you his for the rest of your life. He was certainly handsome, but you had no intention of settling down. There was a reason you worked in a wandering bar! You couldn’t stay in just one place and belong to one person.

You tried to reason with him, but your pleas fell on deaf ears. All he did was whisper reassuring words as he prepared to sink his fangs on you.

“C-can you at least look at me first?” you begged.

You don’t know if it was your desperate tone or the way your body was trembling but he miraculously decided to grant you something, lifting his head to look into your eyes.

And his eyes were so full of adoration.

It almost made you feel guilty for what you were about to do.

…Almost.

You had promised your captain not to lure anyone into doing something you wanted again, but this was an emergency.

“Chenle Zhong,” you called his name sweetly, the sweetest he’s heard from you so far. “You don’t want to mark me,” you assured him.

His brows furrowed.

“I… I want–,” he tried to look at your neck again.

“Look at me,” you commanded, still using your luring voice. “You don’t want to be with me.”

He shook his head, opening his mouth dumbly without being able to formulate a word. He seemed confused, like he couldn’t remember what he wanted to say but refused to let you go still. You were impressed. No one had been able to resist your hypnosis and you were sure he would give in soon, but he was putting up a fight. How sweet.

“Let me go,” you instructed softly.

He didn’t reply, but he reluctantly let go of your arms.

“I will get back to work and you will go home,” you informed him.

He nodded slowly, lost in your eyes.

“What will you do?” you asked.

“I will go home,” he replied monotonously.

“Good boy,” you replied, caressing his cheek. He was so pretty… totally your type but you two didn’t want the same thing, so it was better to end things right now. Ideally, you would have been able to reason with him without bewitching him… but you doubted he would agree with you when his rut was clearly about to hit. “I’m leaving first,” you finally said before unlocking the restroom door and stepping out.

As soon as you walked out you bumped into the guy Chenle had arrived with. His panicked expression made him look like a mom who lost her child at a supermarket and you wondered if he was the reason Chenle’s phone kept vibrating in his pocket while you two made out.

His widened eyes looked at your neck and his mouth fell open comically.

“I think your friend had too many drinks,” you said casually, walking past him and pointing at the restroom. “You should take him home.”

The man looked at you suspiciously before rushing into the restroom.

“Had fun?” Yeosang asked casually once you got back to work.

“Not really,” you sighed.

“He wasn’t that good, huh?” he offered you a sympathetic smile after handing a customer a freshly prepared cocktail.

“No–I mean…I don’t know,” you shrugged. “We just weren’t compatible.”

“Hm…it was certainly quick,” he replied as he saw the man he was talking about being dragged out of the restroom by another guy. “There he goes. Not a heavy drinker I guess–oh,” he stopped mid-sentence to let out a soft gasp and locked eyes with you. “You did not,” he said in disbelief.

“I did not what?” you asked, feigning innocence and keeping yourself occupied cleaning the already clean bar top.

“Did you do the thing?” he whispered, looking around like he was afraid someone would hear.

“No,” you lied.

“I don’t remember preparing a single drink for him. And he walked into that restroom with you just fine. Why does he look so lost and dazed?”

You sighed. Of course, Yeosang would be able to tell. He had been raised by merpeople before he was recruited by Hongjoong. Many would believe Yeosang was a siren himself because of his bewitching aura and appearance, but he was human alright. A human who grew up mirroring and understanding siren behavior. It was thanks to him that the captain accepted you as part of the crew when he caught you stealing from him some years ago. Hongjoong would have never been reckless enough to take a half-siren in, but Yeosang seemed so excited to meet you and spend time with someone who wasn’t a complete brute. He gave the crew the most devastating puppy eyes as he asked if they could ‘keep’ you … How could Hongjoong say no to him?

You had tried to escape a couple of times but Yeosang’s sad face when you got caught always made you feel terrible. You ended up growing fond of him and it didn’t bother you when he asked you if you wanted to help him make a seashell necklace or if you would let him brush your hair. Soon you started feeling comfortable around the others too as you understood that you weren’t a prisoner and that no one had any ill intention toward you. They saw you as part of the team. All you had to do was work at the bar, help keep the ship clean, and follow the captain’s rules.

Speaking of rules…

“Y/N! Captain said not to!” Yeosang reprimanded you, looking from you to the exit as Chenle and his friend left.

“It was an emergency!” you hissed.

“Did he hurt you?” he asked, scanning you with alarmed eyes but besides the purple marks on your neck, you seemed fine.

“No,” you rolled your eyes. “I just shouldn’t have tried anything with a werewolf in the first place.”

“...Oh, well…uh-,” he blinked twice, trying to understand the problem. “I didn’t take you for a human supremacist…”

“Wha– I’m not a human supremacist, Yeosang!” you exclaimed, frustrated. “I’m not even fully human myself!”

“Then what was the problem?”

“He imprinted on me,” you disclosed before heading towards a new customer to take their order.

Yeosang’s widened eyes followed your movements. He was still silent even after you prepared the requested drink.

“What?” you asked when you noticed a tiny smile forming on his lips.

“Do you feel the same for him?” he asked you, failing to hide his excitement with the way his eyes glimmered. “Is that why you wanted to be alone with him?”

“What? No! I just wanted to have some fun tonight,” you replied. “Humans don’t have mates.”

“But sirens do,” he said.

Your neck almost snapped as you turned to look at him. “They do?!” you asked in shock. You grew up on land and didn’t know as much as Yeosang about sirens so this was new information for you.

He nodded. “And you are half siren,” he reminded you.

“I’m mostly human, though,” you shrugged, pretending to inspect the bottles on the shelf. “But just out of curiosity, what does imprinting feel like for sirens?”

Yeosang hummed. “Well, besides the expected attraction and hornyness, you may feel kinda weak if you’re not with your partner. Some sirens get sick.”

You nodded. It should be fine, since you felt perfectly fine, besides the obvious sexual frustration. If you were lucky enough, the effect of the hypnosis would last enough for Chenle to leave you alone until the boat sailed to its next destination.

Meanwhile, Jisung finally managed to get Chenle home. Chenle was cooperating, but his body was acting kind of clumsy and he was running a fever that kept getting worse.

Thanks to his friend’s zombie-like curt answers, Jisung figured out that Chenle had imprinted on the woman who worked at the bar and that she ‘smelt really good’, but he ‘did not want to mark her at all’ which was very odd for any werewolf who just had his rut triggered due to a fated meeting with their real mate. When Jisung tried to get some clarification, Chenle would simply reply that he needed to get home.

What scared Jisung the most was that Chenle’s eyes looked empty, like he was dead inside. They had turned red like they usually did when they experienced strong emotions, but they didn’t express anything.

So as soon as the front door opened and the two youngest were met with the familiar faces of their pack, Jisung asked for help.

“I think we need an exorcist,” he blurted out, fighting tears of terror and holding onto his probably demon-possessed friend’s arm.

“Finally,” Haechan murmured as he sprinted to his room to get his exorcism kit. “My time has come!” he yelled from a distance.

“What would you need an exorcist for?” Jeno asked skeptically.

“Chenle is not Chenle,” Jisung answered, pointing at Chenle who was standing like a statue next to him.

“He looks like Chenle to me,” Jeno said.

“No, no,” Jisung insisted. “There is something wrong with him!”

“Hey, man,” Mark greeted, walking up to Chenle. “You good?”

“Yes,” Chenle said in a monotonous voice.

“Uh…” Mark halted at the unfamiliar tone and exchanged a look with Jisung before continuing. “How was your night?”

“Good,” Chenle murmured, his eyes were on Mark but he wasn’t really looking at him.

“Really? Uh, t-tell me more,” Mark insisted, trying to get some information.

Chenle’s eyes squinted momentarily in confusion, not knowing how to answer.

“He doesn’t reply to open questions, ever since I found him in the restroom and dragged him out of the bar,” Jisung clarified. “You have to be specific. Watch this; Chenle, who is Y/N?”

“My mate,” Chenle replied without hesitation, his eyes lighting up for a second.

“Woah! You found your mate?!” Mark almost screamed. “Congratulations!”

Haechan came back in that moment with a box full of enchanted objects ready to expel the devil from his friend’s body. “What?! Then he’s not possessed, Jisung! He’s probably just daydreaming!”

Jeno laughed and gave Chenle a friendly punch on the arm. “Congratulations!” he said before turning to Jisung and patting his head. “You got us worried for no reason, pup.”

“No, guys, you don’t understand,” Jisung insisted. “Listen to this: Chenle, did you mark Y/N?”

“I don’t want to mark her,” Chenle replied.”I don’t want to be with her.”

Jeno’s eyes widened, Mark’s eyebrows furrowed and Haechan, who was about to walk away with his exorcism kit, turned back, thinking that he may need to intervene after all.

“You don’t want to be with the person you imprinted on?” Haechan repeated.

“ I don’t want to be with her,” Chenle echoed.

“Those are the only full sentences he says,” Jisung whispered with urgency. “That, and that he wants to go home.”

“Well, you are home now,” Jeno informed, placing a gentle hand on Chenle’s shoulder.

Chenle let out a relieved exhale and collapsed on the floor with a loud thud like he had been waiting for that piece of information to shut down.

All four men looked at their passed-out friend in shock until Haechan broke the silence with urgent commands: “Jeno, Mark, hold him still!”

“What for?” Jeno asked, confused.

“I d-don’t think he’s going anywhere…” Mark said.

“Oh, you’re right, why don’t we just let Mr. Demon take their sweet time to consume Chenle’s soul? ” Haechan replied sarcastically. “JUST GRAB HIM!”

Mark and Jeno pinned Chenle’s arms and legs down hesitantly.

“Jisung, help me draw a pentagram around him,” Haechan instructed, handing Jisung a piece of chalk that he took with a trembling hand.

Jaemin entered through the front door and stared blankly at the scene in front of him. “Is this another episode of ‘just boys being boys’?” he asked, still standing under the doorframe.

Jeno, Mark, and Haechan exclaimed a bunch of incoherent answers, while Jisung continued sobbing and drawing a circle around Chenle, but somehow Jaemin got the idea and rushed toward Chenle.

“He fainted because he has a fever,” Jaemin sighed after taking his temperature and checking his pulse. “Very intense ruts can cause that. Didn’t you say he just imprinted on someone?”

“But he didn’t sound normal!” Jeno insisted. “He was speaking like he had no soul!”

“BECAUSE A DEMON TOOK IT!” Haechan yelled, making Jisung cry louder.

Jaemin rolled his eyes. “His brain was probably not working properly because of the fever. How many of you can have a normal conversation while in rut?”

The boys sat on the floor in silence, looking at Chenle and then at each other, embarrassed of the collective hysteria that took over them. Jisung was still hiccupping but he calmed down a little.

“He’s not possessed,” Jaemin declared, holding back a laugh. “Now put those candles away and go get him some suppressants and water.”

After that, Chenle’s rut was quite uneventful. Too uneventful.

Taeyong was the first to notice something was off, deciding to enter Chenle’s room after an entire day of not hearing any noise coming from the inside.

Instead of being met with an incredibly horny and incoherent Chenle humping whatever he could find, he found him lying on the bed as he stared at the roof absentmindedly.

He called the younger’s name twice. Then he grabbed his shoulders and shook him softly, but Chenle only let out a pathetic whine.

Typically, the best way to reduce the fever that comes with a rut is to get off, as a way to trick their wolf into thinking they were breeding. But Chenle wasn’t interested in getting relief, despite his visible erection.

He was unresponsive, burning up, and not even trying to do something about it.

“Chenle, this isn’t your first rut. You know what you gotta do to feel better,” Taeyong reminded him.

Chenle turned around to lay on his side, looking away from his leader.

“I heard you met your mate. Y/N, wasn’t it?” Taeyong tried a different approach, smiling when Chenle tilted his head towards him slightly with interest. “What is she like?”

“S-she–,” Chenle’s voice was hoarse, so he cleared his throat before speaking again. “She’s perfect…”

Taeyong nodded. “Then what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Chenle replied curtly.

“You don’t look like someone who just met the love of his life.”

“Why? Because I’m not behaving like a horndog?” Chenle spat angrily. “I have more class than that.”

“I see,” the leader replied, unimpressed. “Is that the reason you don’t want to mark her or even be with her? Not classy enough for you?”

Chenle groaned. “I just don’t want to! Why do I have to commit to someone I just met?!” he asked defensively.

The truth was he did not understand why he kept repeating that. He could hear his wolf whimpering painfully in disagreement and his heart throbbing whenever he said he didn’t want to mark you, but for some reason, his brain kept telling him that’s what he wanted. The constant fight between his mind and his body made his head hurt, and his rut was making everything worse. Taeyong’s voice was fading away and his head hurt so much he felt like he would throw up. He couldn’t understand a word that was said to him and honestly, he didn’t want to understand right now. He just wanted to rest, but the room was so hot and it was getting hard to breathe.

He doesn’t know when he fell asleep, but when he woke up he felt less hot than before. As he opened his eyes slowly, he saw Doyoung hovering over him, gently rubbing his face and neck with a wet cloth.

“Hey,” the older one greeted. “How are you feeling?”

Chenle gulped and blinked a couple of times. He was still in pain but he could think a bit more clearly. He noticed he was wearing different clothes, so he assumed his previous clothes were probably drenched with sweat and his pack members had changed him into clean, dry ones. “G-good.”

“We were going to take you to the hospital if your condition didn’t improve,” Doyoung said. “The entire pack is worried.”

“Sorry,” Chenle said. “I’m fine, it’s just my rut.”

Doyoung, always so perceptive, could tell that something was bothering Chenle, but when he opened his mouth to ask, an enthusiastic knock on the door interrupted him.

“It’s my turn to babysit the pup,” Yuta said energetically, entering the room.

“I don’t need–” Chenle sighed but was quickly cut off by Doyoung.

“Thanks, Yuta! I can’t miss this meeting so I really have to go. He needs to take some medicine at 4. Did you check the group chat? I texted–”

“Yeah, yeah,” Yuta replied, pushing Doyoung out the door. “Just go!” he exclaimed, closing the door and turning towards Chenle.

Then Chenle heard him lock the door.

“What are you doing?” Chenle asked.

“Why aren’t you jerking off?” Yuta asked straight to the point, asking the question no one had dared to.

“I beg your pardon?” Chenle deadpanned, sitting up and glaring at the older.

“Why aren’t you making it snow?” Yuta rephrased.

Chenle gave him a disgusted look.

“You had no problem doing it during past ruts. So what was that about suddenly having too much class for that?” Yuta continued the interrogation.

Great. Taeyong had told everyone.

“I just don’t want to!” he insisted stubbornly. “I’m capable of making my own choices whether my wolf wants it or not.”

“If you won’t listen to your wolf, then at least listen to your body,” Yuta sighed. “The fever will keep coming back unless you take care of yourself.”

“A fever won’t kill me–”

“Doyoung didn’t sleep all night because of how worried he was.”

That shut Chenle up. He didn’t mean to cause trouble. He also wanted his rut to be over but for some reason, it felt wrong to touch himself to the thought of you. After all, you weren’t his. He didn’t want you to be his, right?

“You need to cum, Chenle,” Yuta said firmly.

“...I’m fine,” Chenle murmured, staring at his lap.

“I’ll get you off myself if you don’t.”

Chenle looked up, surprised and enraged. “Wha—,” he yelped, jumping off the bed when he saw Yuta walking towards him. “Hyung, what’s your fucking problem?!”

“You need to cum,” Yuta repeated.

Chenle gulped. “Y-you wouldn’t. You’re mated,” he reminded him.

Yuta nodded. “I already called my mate and asked her for permission. I explained that it was an emergency and I would only do it if you didn’t cooperate. She found it weird, but in the end, she agreed as long as I only used my hand and never mentioned it again.”

Chenle’s eyes were wide with bewilderment. Yuta was not fucking around. He really was that guy who would help a bro out. “You’re crazy.”

“So I’ve heard,” Yuta conceded. “Now, get over here. The faster we do this, the faster your rut will be over,” he said while he rolled up his sleeves like he was about to perform some surgical procedure.

“NO!” Chenle exclaimed. “I’ll do it myself!”

Yuta raised his eyebrows expectantly. “Go on, then.”

They stared at each other in silence for a whole minute.

“Do you mind…,” Chenle asked vaguely, pointing at the door.

“Nah, I ain’t leaving until you do it.”

“Hyung,” Chenle spoke through gritted teeth. “I promise you I’ll do what I have to do, but please give me some privacy.”

Yuta seemed to think about it for a second and then he made his way to the door, unlocking it and opening it. As he was leaving he spoke again.“Just know that if I don’t hear any fapping sounds I’m coming back–”

“GET OUT!” Chenle yelled, throwing a pillow at the door which closed right in time.“He’s so weird,” he murmured to himself.

“I heard that!” Yuta yelled from the other side of the door. “That’s not the sound I’m waiting for!”

Chenle groaned. He was incredibly embarrassed to have to touch himself while someone listened, but he knew Yuta wasn’t bluffing and that he wouldn’t leave until he did what he promised he would.

He stood in the corner of the room that was the furthest from the door and hesitantly palmed himself over his pajama pants. Immediately his back arched and his eyes rolled back.

“F-fuck…” he whispered, pressing his palm against his erection harder. It felt so good to get some friction after holding out for so long.

Why was he avoiding this again?

No, what he was avoiding was not the pleasure itself, but thinking of you to feel said pleasure. He felt like he had no right.

‘No right?!’ huffed an incredulous voice in his head. ‘Who else would have that right if not me? She’s my mate–’

He shook his head and his hand stopped moving. You weren’t his. He didn’t want you to be his, right?

That’s what he had been telling everyone since he met you.

But why did he keep saying that? Why didn’t he want you?

He remembered the taste of your soft lips and his hand resumed its movement as he let out a shaky breath.

How could he not want those lips?

And the way you whimpered when his teeth grazed your neck?

Oh, hell no. He definitely wanted you.

He pulled his pants down and thrust into his fist.

“Mm…Y/N–ah!” he moaned.

He remembered it now. You had told him that he didn’t want you…and he just went with it?

He let out a sound between a scoff and a laugh as he remembered the conversation. You had dared to tell him what he wanted?

Next time he saw you he would fuck that pretty mouth. That way you wouldn’t repeat such insolent words.

He gasped, imagining you on your knees with those beautiful eyes glaring at him, full of defiance.

You were attracted to him. It was obvious. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have dragged him into the restroom and kissed him stupid. You only showed resistance when he straight-up told you he wanted to mark you.

Okay, maybe that wasn’t the right thing to say to someone he had just met, but Chenle never had been one to beat around the bush. He probably would have told you all that even if he hadn’t entered his rut.

He wouldn’t let you go that easily next time.

You would be his.

“I want you…” he murmured like he was talking to you. “I want you,” he repeated, this time louder and more secure. “I want you, I want you, I want you—Oooh!” He gasped and his legs trembled as he reached his long-overdue orgasm and white liquid covered his hand.

He continued stroking his cock lazily as he slid down the wall.

That was the best orgasm he had ever had. And it had just been a quickie with his hand.

Oh God…he hoped Yuta had left already. He must have, because he couldn’t smell him anymore.

“Y/N,” he whispered. “I want you,” he declared, practicing what he would say next time he saw you.

His head was clear now and he knew that he had to have you. Whatever possessed him to say he didn’t was gone.

His hand sped up again, this time without a single ounce of guilt or hesitation, aiming to enjoy every sensation the thought of you was giving him and finishing his rut fast to go back to that damn bar.

And he did just that.

A couple of days later you were taking orders and preparing drinks as usual when a familiar ID card was slid toward you on the counter.

Chenle.

You tried not to show your nervousness. After all, you had hypnotized him, so he surely wasn’t back for you. He probably just wanted a drink.

You cleared your throat and tried your best to avoid eye contact. “What can I get you?” you asked curtly.

“I want your number,” the familiar voice said.

You looked up, surprised.

There he was, glaring at you with such intensity you just knew he had managed to escape your spell. In just two days.

“No,” you replied, trying to hide your agitation.

“No?” he echoed.

“I’m not interested,” you half-lied. Were you interested in him? Yes. Were you interested in a commitment to life with him? No.

“You were interested when I offered to suck on your tits,” he reminded you, making a few people turn their heads in shock.

You were mortified.

“Y/N, Can you get some whiskey from the storage room?” Yeosang’s voice called as he stood in front of you. “I’ll be taking your order, sir.”

You nodded, mentally thanking Yeosang and making your way to the storage room, just to see Chenle trying to follow you by walking around the counter.

“Sir,” Yeosang spoke harshly this time, as he positioned himself in front of Chenle again. “I said I would be taking your order.”

“I’m not done talking to her,” Chenle said.

“I think you are,” Yeosang replied with a polite smile, crossing his arms and displaying perfectly sculpted muscles.

Chenle didn’t work out as hard as some of his pack members and he had no experience fighting so he knew this guy would probably knock him out with a single hit. But his wolf kept telling him to fight this bartender guy who dared to hide his mate from him.

“I just want to talk to her,” Chenle spoke through gritted teeth, trying his best to calm himself down.

“Do you want to talk to him?” Yeosang asked you.

You looked at Chenle and then at Yeosang, before sighing and giving Yeosang a short nod.

“Fine. But over there, where I can see you,” Yeosang warned him, pointing at an empty table in a corner.

“Thank you,” Chenle mumbled before walking to where he was told to go and taking a seat to wait for you. He was a nervous wreck, but he would never admit to it.

“Here,” you said, placing a glass of water in front of him before sitting on the chair next to him.

“Thanks,” he replied curtly and took a sip of water, trying to remember what he had come to say. It was hard to concentrate when you were looking at him with those captivating eyes.

You also drank some water to calm your nerves as anxious thoughts invaded you. Had he figured out what you had done? If so, you should probably apologize now that he seems to be open to dialogue.

“Sorry,” you both said at the same time.

Both of you seemed surprised at what they heard from the other.

“Uh…,” you stuttered trying to figure out how to continue from there.

“Sorry, did you want to–...” Chenle vaguely gestured for you to speak first.

“No! You first,” you urged.

“Okay, uh…,” he cleared his throat. “I’m sorry if I scared you the other day.”

“...Scare me?” you echoed.

He nodded.

“That whole biting thing and the things I said…I won’t lie and say I didn’t mean them. I meant every single word. But I understand that’s not how normal conversations go when you just meet someone. I got carried away.”

You nodded too.

“I would like to start over if you’re okay with that,” he offered hopefully. “We don’t have to do anything like that night. We can just…talk and get to know each other.”

You took another sip of your drink while Chenle waited for your answer.

“I don’t think so,” you finally said, looking away when you saw Chenle’s eyes widen in distress. “I don’t date.”

“You d-don’t…,” Chenle repeated dumbly. “What?! Like at all?!”

You shrugged. “It’s not my thing.”

“Then what did you want from me that night?! A quick fuck?!”

“Yes. Exactly,” you admitted. “You thought you could find a wholesome relationship at a bar? How cute,” you teased him.

“It wouldn’t have mattered where I met you. I would have wanted you regardless,” he replied assertively.

“Mm, thanks,” you replied casually like your heart didn’t beat faster at his words. “But my answer’s still no.”

Chenle froze. What did you mean no? That was ridiculous! How would a wolf survive after being rejected by their mate?!

“We don’t have to call it dating,” he quickly said when he saw you standing up to leave.

You hesitated and looked at Chenle.

“What would you call it, then?” you asked him just out of curiosity, sitting down again. You wouldn’t change your mind regardless.

“Whatever you want,” he bargained, trying to look uninterested when he was actually desperate.

“Whatever I want,” you hummed. “So you’re okay with being fuckbuddies?”

He was conflicted. He didn’t want that exactly, but if that was his only hope to win you over, he would take it. He would take anything as long as you didn’t cut him off completely.

“Yes,” he spoke through gritted teeth.

“Hmm.. I don’t know,” you teased him a little more. He was just so cute when he was annoyed. “You’re not really my type.”

He poked his tongue on his cheek. “Why not?”

“You’re not very tall–”

“I’m not short either.”

“You're too impulsive.”

“Says the one who dragged me to the restroom.”

“And you’re younger than me.”

Chenle opened his mouth to speak and then he closed it again. He never told you his age–Oh, right, his ID!

“So what?” he asked.

“You won’t even ask how old I am?” you taunted him.

“Doesn’t matter. I bet you’re barely a couple of years older. And I would want you even if you were 10 years older. I don’t care.”

“But I care,” you lied.

He leaned closer to you. “Bullshit,” he laughed. Sounding confident for the first time in the conversation. “You knew my age that night when you had me pressed against the restroom wall.”

Your smirk dropped.

“You were moaning and humping my leg like you couldn’t get enough of me, but now I’m not your type?” he mocked. “I like that you’re playing hard to get. It’s cute,” he admitted. “Now can you drop the act and let me ruin you?”

You gulped.

“What makes you so sure that’s what I want?”

“Oh, please. Your pupils dilated when I said that,” he scoffed. “But what really gave you away was how wet you got as soon as you heard my voice. I can smell it, you know?”

You bit your lip and glared at him. “How do you know it wasn’t because of someone else?”

“Because the scent gets stronger whenever I speak,” he said hoarsely, making you shiver. “I have never met someone so…sensitive to sounds,” he purred, dangerously close to your ear.

You had to fight the urge to roll your eyes back in bliss. Sirens were indeed sensitive to sound and just like they used their voice to tempt their prey, they felt attracted to melodic voices too.

“It’s not bad, I guess,” you admitted.

“I like your voice too,” Chenle said. “Would love to hear you screaming, though.”

You inhaled sharply.

Chenle smirked triumphantly. Admittedly, he had come to see you to ask you out romantically, not sexually. But this approach seemed to work better with you and he was getting turned on too. “Let’s get out of here,” his sultry voice suggested and by your scent, he knew he had won.

“You’ll have to wait until closing hours,” you said, trying to act coyly even though your legs visibly shook when you stood up. “If you wanna wait here then you have to order something.”

“I’ll get a glass of whichever your favorite liquor is.”

Smooth. He was quite confident now that he was sure you liked him back.

“I only drink luxurious brands,” you lied, trying to intimidate him. “Can you afford it?”

Chenle handed you a black card and chuckled when you gasped.

“I think I’ll survive,” he said. “By the way, what did you want to apologize for?” He asked, remembering how the whole conversation had started.

“O-oh, just for…leaving you alone in the restroom that night,” you lied. “I’ll go get your drink,” you added and left before he had the chance to reply

“You okay?” Yeosang asked when you went back to the bar counter.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You guys looked close,” he commented teasingly. “Are you sure he’s not your mate?”

“I told you it’s not like that.”

Yeosang shrugged. “You looked tired and kind of pale these last two days but now you suddenly look like you slept 12 hours and had a four-course meal.”

“You’re seeing things, Sangie,” you laughed nervously.

“Hm… and you haven’t been feeling a tingle on your fingertips right?” Yeosang asked casually.

You almost dropped the glass you were holding. Your fingertips had started tingling the day before for no apparent reason so you had assumed you had an allergic reaction to something.

“Why do you ask?” You inquired.

“It’s one of the signs of siren imprinting,” he replied distractedly as he handed a drink to a customer.

“Why didn’t you mention it when I asked you the other night?!” You asked him urgently.

“I forgot,” he said simply.

“Any other symptoms I should be aware of?” You asked in an irritated tone.

“You said you were sure you weren’t mates, so I don’t think so.”

“Okay, but what if we were mates? What else would I need to know?” You insisted. “Hypothetically,” you added when he gave you an inquisitive look.

“Well, I guess hypothetically, you should be aware that for sirens pleasure is very important and that orgasms strengthen the bond,” he commented. “Once your mate makes you orgasm then you’ll be tied to him forever,” he said.

You scoffed. “So I would belong to any man who makes me cum? That’s ridiculous! I’ve never felt that way after sex.”

“Because none of them was your mate. None of them made your fingers tingle in a funny way, or feel energized as soon as you saw them, or made you feel like you would explode if you didn’t kiss them—“

“Chenle doesn’t make me feel like that either!” You lied, feeling called out.

“Then you have nothing to worry about, right?” he agreed. “This is all hypothetical.”

“But, hypothetically, if Chenle and I were mates and I wanted to…hang out with him…”

“Hang out as in…having sex?” Yeosang clarified.

“Uh,y-yes,” you replied. “Let’s say I want to have sex with him but I don’t want to consummate the bond. How should I do it?”

“Pleasure, especially orgasms, are what seal the bond between mates. If Chenle is your mate and you want to fool around with him but you don’t want to be tied to him, then all you gotta do is make sure he doesn’t make you cum,” he explained like he had a PhD in this stuff.

You looked at him, dumbfounded. “I don’t get to feel good?”

“You can if you’re willing to accept him as your forever mate,” he shrugged. “Hypothetically,” he added mockingly.

He always knew when you were lying, so he was sure you were crazy about Chenle even if you denied it.

You sighed. “Fuck…”

“Y/N, would it really be that bad?” Yeosang sighed too, trying to understand why you were so against the idea of being in a romantic relationship. “You imprinted on him, and he imprinted on you too. Why not accept and enjoy it?”

“And being stuck in a boring town with a stupid mutt as a companion for the rest of my life?” you hissed. “Sangie, you know me! I can’t stay in one place or be with one person! I’m a free spirit!”

“Then don’t get involved with someone who clearly is serious about you?” Yeosang offered, confused at your dilemma.

“But I want him so bad!” you whined.

“Then go get him?”

“But I don’t want him forever.”

Yeosang clicked his tongue, expressing disapproval. “You’re so selfish sometimes…”

“I’m literally just a girl,” you countered. “I’m allowed to have fun–Oh, that’s right! I can just stop before I cum, right?” you gasped, excited at the discovery of a loophole.

Yeosang didn’t reply. He shook his head in disbelief and went back to preparing drinks.

You were too excited to worry about his criticism. Taking orders and stealing glances at Chenle who wouldn’t look away from you during your entire shift. He waited patiently for you to finish working but the anticipation was killing him, and when you finally approached him after cleaning your workstation, he grabbed your hand and took you out of the bar in a hurry, observed by a very conflicted Yeosang.

Considering he had a black card, you weren’t surprised when you found yourself sitting in a luxurious car that screamed rich. You knew nothing about cars, yet you knew this one was expensive. This guy was a big deal.

“Are you even allowed to drive, pup?” you teased him when he sat in the driver’s seat. It was a dumb question, just aiming to make him feel smaller as a way to gain back your power.

“Put on your seat belt,” he commanded, ignoring your question.

“Ah, I guess you’re still a learner driver,” you said, chuckling. “It’s okay, don’t be embarrassed.”

Before you could blink he was hovering over you, looking into your eyes sternly.

“Do you have any idea of how hard it is to focus on driving when you’re soaked sitting next to me?” he asked slowly, threateningly. “I’m suffocating on your scent, so sorry if I want to keep you safe while I speed to get us somewhere private.”

Blank.

You couldn’t think of anything to say.

No smart comebacks. No teasing.

You were sure all that would leave your mouth right now was a pathetic moan, so you opted to keep quiet.

That seemed to please Chenle.

“Good girl,” you heard him whisper before a clicking sound told you he had successfully fastened your seat belt.

He accommodated himself and put on his seat belt before starting the car and driving in complete silence. He was gripping the steering wheel with so much strength that his knuckles were turning white. His jaw was tense and he kept his eyes strictly on the road because he knew if he looked at you he would stop the car and take you right there.

You didn’t say anything either. Aroused yet annoyed at the power he effortlessly held over you. You would find a way to gain control again soon.

When the car stopped, Chenle quickly got off and walked around the vehicle to open the door for you.

“What a gentleman,” you cooed, back in the game, allowing him to help you out of the car.

“Not for long,” he spoke under his breath, once again taking your hand to drag you into the fanciest hotel you had ever seen.

You tried not to let it show that you were impressed.

“I guess your place wasn’t good enough to take me there…,” you taunted once you reached the elevator and he pressed the button with the highest number on it.

“My place is too crowded. But we can go there if you don’t mind the entire pack listening,” he commented, still holding your hand firmly.

“Like you could make me moan,” you scoffed.

Chenle huffed. He was so ready to fuck that attitude out of you. “We’re about to find out,” he said, guiding you out of the elevator and into the room he had booked.

You couldn’t help your gasp.

“Is this the presidential suite–?” you turned to ask but were interrupted by Chenle kissing you hotly, pressing your back against the door you had just entered through.

The kiss was wet, unpractised, desperate. He tasted like liquor and his skill wasn’t perfect, yet it was somehow the best kiss you’d ever had. The lack of air in your lungs and the way his hands held your waist with his hips pressed against yours firmly, made you feel deliciously dizzy and craving for more.

You let out a broken moan and Chenle chuckled.

“You said I’m not your type and that I can’t make you moan, huh? ” he whispered, pressing his hips harder against yours and making you whine. “I haven’t even done anything, yet you’re enjoying yourself so much,” he cooed, licking your earlobe.

You shivered. “S-shut up–”

“Look at you, so precious,” he continued, moving his hips in a circular motion that had you closing your eyes and moaning louder. “Are you gonna cum just from this?”

Your eyes snapped open in realization and you pushed him away abruptly, almost making him fall on the floor.

He looked at you with wide eyes, confused and worried. “What? Was I too rough?” he asked.

You exhaled shakily and tried to regain some composure. If what Yeosang said was true, then you absolutely couldn’t cum. Not by Chenle’s doing. You were going to have some fun with him, make out, and maybe torment him a little bit, but you wouldn’t let him get you off.

“Did you bring me here to hump me and cum in your pants? What was I expecting from a dumb pup,” you sighed, feigning disappointment.

He squinted his eyes and clenched his fist.

“I’m feeling charitable today, so I’ll offer you a deal,” you said, smiling sweetly and walking towards the master bedroom, with Chenle tailing you. “I’ll get you off and then you’ll drive me home,” you declared, sitting on the huge bed.

“Get me off?” he repeated dumbly, standing in front of you. “What about you?”

“You think you can get me off?” you sneered.

“I was about to before you pushed me away,” he growled.

“Please, that was not me about to cum,” you lied. “It’s just a little act us women put on to make guys feel good.”

“I’m sure you were about to–” he insisted.

“Yeah? Do you think you know my body better than me? Why would I have stopped you if I was feeling that good?”

Chenle blinked a couple of times, processing that maybe he had read your body language wrong and disappointed you. He wasn’t crazy experienced, but the few lovers he had had hadn’t complained. Surely he couldn’t be that bad…

Or could he?

Oh no…You had agreed to meet with him only for sex and he couldn’t even do that, right? Fuck, he couldn’t lose you now. He would do anything.

“Let me try again,” he proposed, climbing on the bed and trying to kiss you, but you turned away.

“If you’re not going to follow my rules, I’m leaving,” you threatened.

His eye twitched. He wanted to spank you until your ass turned red and pound you on the bed until you behaved. He wasn’t one to take orders. But he wanted to do things right with you. Now that he was thinking somewhat clearly, he wanted you to be with him willingly, instead of biting you and forcing you into a relationship. He wanted you to want him. And if that meant he had to lower his head for now and re-learn all he knew about sex, then so be it.

“What do you want me to do?” he finally asked.

“Just be a good pup and take your pants off for me, will you?” you asked and giggled. That little giggle that drove Chenle crazy.

He cringed at the pet name but he did as he was told, standing up and unbuckling his belt. You loved your men obedient, but even if his actions were compliant, his eyes failed to hide his obstinate nature. Anyone could tell he wasn’t used to submitting to anyone.

You smirked, willing yourself to pester him with some other brazen comment when the sound of his belt and pants hitting the floor brought your attention toward his barely covered center.

Shocking. Scandalous. Massive.

The pair of gray boxers could barely contain what was in there.

You had seen big before, but not this big.

“What now?” Chenle deadpanned. He wasn’t loving this situation.

“What now?” you laughed, swallowing back the saliva that pooled in your mouth when you were daydreaming about his cock. “There’s already a stain of precum on your underwear. I think you could cum without me doing anything at all.”

Chenle sighed, frustrated. “Look, if you don’t want to do this–”

“Come closer,” you commanded.

Chenle bit his lower lip. He wanted to say so many things, but he controlled himself and walked until he was mere centimeters away from you.

Ignoring his blazing glare, you hooked your index fingers on the elastic of his boxers and lowered them lazily, hearing his breath stutter.

There it was. Hard, thick, and huge right in front of your face.

You hoped Chenle hadn’t noticed your thighs rubbing, or that he magically couldn’t smell your wetness, but when you looked up at him his eyes were glimmering with mischief. He had noticed alright.

Before he could say anything smart, you blew the reddened tip of his cock, making him groan. You gave him a sickeningly sweet smile. “You okay, pup?”

He glared at you, gulping audibly, and gave you a short nod.

“If it’s too much for you,” you purred, tracing the length softly with your fingernails and making him shiver. “We can stop, you know?”

He shook his head. “N-no.”

You laughed, finally circling him with your fist and giving him a firm tug that made him groan. When you built up a steady rhythm, his knees buckled and his hands quickly landed on your shoulders to avoid completely collapsing.

Noticing how difficult it was for him to stand while being so overwhelmed with pleasure you stopped your caress to make him an offering. “Climb here,” you instructed, patting at your lap.

Chenle, who had gasped dramatically at the sudden lack of stimulation, looked at you like you were crazy.

“You don’t wanna sit on mommy’s lap, pup?” you faked a pout, sitting further back on the bed to make more space for him.

“I’m not a fucking pup!” he snapped. He had tried to be good, but you were stepping over the line. “I’m not a fucking virgin either so stop treating me like one and I don’t care if you’re older than me I’m not calling you mommy.”

You glared at him, unamused. You could just threaten to leave, but seeing how annoyed he was, he would probably let you. And that wasn’t the plan. You still wanted to have some more fun.

“What a shame,” you sighed, parting your legs just enough for him to catch a whiff of your arousal. “I was getting excited…”

Chenle forgot immediately about his anger, keeping his eyes on your hands that were slowly pulling your skirt up your thighs.

“Thought that maybe you could make me feel good,” you pouted. “ But I guess I was wrong.”

Chenle shook his head and climbed on the bed. “No, no, I can,” he whispered, pecking your lips. “I’ll make you feel good, ” he promised.

You bit back a smirk, which soon turned into a yelp when Chenle pushed you so you lay flat on your back with him on top of you and slid his hand under your skirt and right into your panties. “C-chenle!”

“Yes,” he whispered against your lips, drunk on your scent. “Yes, I’m here. I’m here for you.”

“O-oh!” you moaned when his index went straight for your clit and stroked it skillfully. “Oh my g-god–Chenle wait a min–Mmm!”

He hummed in delight. The sounds you made were so beautiful.

“I’ll make it good this time, okay?” he panted, stroking you faster and making your back arch. “I’ll make you cum for sure,” he guaranteed.

“P-pup, slow down, m´kay? Aah… s-slow…I–fuck…I said I w-wanted to get y-you off, remember?”

“That’s because you think I can’t do the same for you,” he protested. “But I’ll show you I can.”

Fuck, he was determined. If he was just a random hookup you would appreciate it, but right now that was the last thing you wanted.

“H-hey, Chenle–aah…” you called for him, grabbing the wrist of his hand that was working hard to make you see heaven. “I can’t come j-just like th-aah…” you spoke shakily, trying to discourage him. “Y-you can try a–haa– again n-next time–”

Chenle kissed your lips and hushed you. “You’re close,” he assured you, and he wasn’t wrong. You could feel your toes curling and your abdomen tensing.

It was about to snap.

Oh no. No, no.

You didn’t want to do this to him again, but…

“C-chenle, listen to me,” you caught his attention by grabbing his face with both your hands. “You don’t really want to g-get me off,” you told him, using that alluring voice that always got you what you wanted.

His movements slowed down. “What are you talking about?” he whispered incredulously.

“You just want me to m-make you cum and then you’ll be satisfied,” you said like you were reminding him of something he had forgotten, silly him.

His fingers stilled on your pulsating clit and he seemed lost, like he had no idea what to do with himself now.

“You only want to sleep with me, no strings attached, remember?” you breathed out, relieved that the pleasure was fading away.

“Yes, I…I remember,” he muttered.

“And we agreed that we would do things my way,” you informed him.

“We did,” he agreed.

“Good pup,” you sighed, pulling his hand out of your panties. “I’ll take care of you, okay?”

He looked at you with furrowed brows. He felt so weird. What you said made sense, but why did it feel wrong?

You bit your lip when you saw a dash of hesitation in his eyes. How come he was so resistant to your hypnosis? You had to make him stop thinking.

“Relax,” you told him, caressing his still-clothed shoulders, arms, and stomach.

“Somethings’s wrong,” he admitted.

“Nothing’s wrong.” you purred, reaching his member and resuming your touch.

He moaned and almost collapsed on top of you. “Y-Y/N…”

“Relax,” you repeated.

“I…Ooh– I f-feel… like s-something’s missin–ah… ah, ah–Mmm…,” he spoke incoherently, thrusting into your fist.

“Mm? What could be missing?”

“Y/N–”

“Doesn’t it feel good?”

“ ‘S good– so fucking g–Ooooh…” he whined.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” you asked.

“Haa… gonna– y-yeah, ah…,”

“Then cum,” you encouraged.

He hid his face in the crook of your neck and came with a choked moan, convulsing on top of you and spilling all over your hand.

You had to use a massive amount of self-control to avoid cumming at the sight. He sounded and looked beautiful, and even the tiny aftershocks that made his body convulse were kind of cute.

You don’t know what took over you when one of your hands started playing with his hair like you would with a lover. He hummed contently nuzzling your neck.

“My mate,” he murmured sweetly, placing a gentle kiss on your collarbone.

You froze. That wasn’t very ‘no strings attached’ of him.

“Alright, get dressed,” you instructed, pushing him off you and getting off the bed. “Time to drive me home.”

He looked so vulnerable, naked from the waist down, displaying his spent cock covered in clear liquid, and his face flushed red while he looked at you like a kicked puppy. He opened his mouth to say something, but he closed it again. The feeling that something was off came back but he had no idea what it was.

In the end, he sighed and did as he was told. For some reason, he didn’t feel satisfied at all and he kept overthinking even when he got home.

He didn’t know what to tell everyone when they cornered in the kitchen the next morning.

“You said you would keep me updated so I had my phone with me at all times,” whined Jisung, following Chenle to the table. “But you didn’t text me once!

“Jisungie was about to go find you,” Renjun sighed. “I told him that if you didn’t text him it was because you were probably busy.”

“I text you guys even if I’m busy!” Jisung complained.

“Really? Do you text us even when you’re balls deep in your girlfriend?” Haechan asked nonchalantly, making Jisung gasp, Mark choke on his cereal and earning a glare from Renjun.

“Language!” Kun warned from the sofa, without looking up from his book. He had arrived from one of his trips a few days ago and he was not impressed by how much the pack’s manners had worsened.

“Sorry,” Haechan said even though everyone knew he wasn’t sorry.

“Is t-that what you were…” Jisung tried to ask Chenle, blushing and stuttering.

“What?” Asked Chenle, munching on his sandwich.

“Were you… balls deep in Y/N?” Jisung asked shyly, waiting for Kun to reprimand him. But no nagging came. Kun was as silent as the rest of the guys, waiting for Chenle’s answer.

Chenle groaned. “Do you have to say it like that?”

“So you were!” Haechan accused, getting ready to celebrate another successful love story in the pack.

“No!” Chenle groaned. “I was with her, but we didn’t get that far.”

“How far did you get?” Haechan asked.

“You don’t have to answer that,” Renjun said.

But Chenle knew they would pester him until he spilled the tea.

“We talked and we made a deal,” He said, omitting that you had completely dominated him.

“What type of deal?” Mark asked.

He was hoping Renjun told him he didn’t have to answer this one either, but Renjun seemed curious too.

“We agreed to get to know each other physically, for now,” he grumbled.

Everyone’s smiles dropped.

“You mean like sex stuff?” Mark asked awkwardly.

“Yes.”

“But not dating?” Renjun asked, exchanging worried looks with the others.

“…No, we uh—we don’t call it dating.”

“What do you call it, then?” Haechan asked. Even he had stopped eating.

“We’re fuckbuddies…”

Renjun, Mark, Haechand, and Jisung didn’t know if that was good or bad news.

On the negative side, it could mean that Chenle’s mate didn’t take him seriously and didn’t want a relationship with him.

In a more positive light, she hadn’t completely rejected him.

“That’s great!” Haechan decided it was good news. “It means she’s attracted to you.”

“Yeah,” Mark agreed. “And it can grow into something more as time goes by.”

Renjun remained silent. He wasn’t that optimistic.

“So..” Jisung finally spoke. “You’re sleeping together but you’re not… together?”

Chenle shrugged. “Yeah, we don’t need labels. It’s whatever.”

“Are you sure that’s okay?” Jisung asked.

“Why wouldn’t it be?” Chenle asked, feigning indifference. “I’ve never been a relationship person.”

“But she’s your mate,” Jisung insisted, while the others observed quietly.

“So?”

“Doesn’t she make you want to be a relationship person?!” Jisung asked exasperatedly.

“We’re fine,” Chenle sighed. “She doesn’t want to date anyone anyways,” he murmured.

Kun’s laugh startled everyone and annoyed the fuck out of Chenle.

“What’s so funny, gege? He asked.

“You really know nothing about women,” Kun said, grabbing a chair and joining them on the table.

Chenle glared at him. He wanted to tell him that he knew what he needed to know… but he remembered the humiliation of not knowing how to make you feel good and you looking down on him as a sexual partner and he decided that maybe it wouldn’t hurt to hear Kun’s words. “What is it that I don’t know?”

“Have you never watched (500) Days of Summer?” Kun asked.

“OH! I know that one! There’s this girl with really big eyes, right?” Mark replied and Haechan and Jisung started guessing and mispronouncing the name of the actress.

“Does the girl end up with the main guy?” Kun’s voice interrupted their animated conversation.

“No,” Renjun sighed. This was exactly what he was worried about and he was glad Kun thought the same.

“What’s that stupid movie have to do with me?” Chenle asked.

“Every woman wants a relationship eventually, but they don’t give themselves to just anyone,” Kun explained, not shying away from Chenle’s furious eyes. “If she doesn’t want a relationship it’s because she hasn’t met anyone worth being in a relationship with.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Chenle growled.

“She doesn’t see you as a potential partner, so she’ll have fun with you until the man of her dreams steals her away.”

Chenle stood up abruptly, not caring about his elder talking, his half-eaten sandwich, and his friends’ worried eyes. He walked out of the house and slammed the door behind him.

“I didn’t really understand the movie,” Jisung admitted.

But even he knew that his best friend was in some deep shit.

Hoping to calm down, Chenle went to the beach for a walk. He needed some fresh air and time to think. And the smell of the ocean reminded him of you, so it helped him lower his anxiety.

He wasn’t just annoyed at what Kun said, but at what he himself kept saying.

Why did he say what you two had was whatever?

Why did he keep saying he didn’t want a relationship with you? Why didn’t he want it?!

What type of werewolf doesn’t want to commit to his mate?

Younger him would have loved the idea of a hot older woman getting him off without wanting anything in return. It was every teenager’s fantasy.

But he wasn’t a teenager anymore and you weren’t a fantasy. You were the real deal; the woman he was destined to spend the rest of his life with.

He sat on the sand, feeling defeated and tried to collect his thoughts to figure out where this whole ‘I don’t wanna date Y/N’ thing came from.

First,, he met you at the bar and he made it very clear he wanted to mark you and even marry you.

Then you told him that’s not what he actually wanted and he agreed.

During his rut, he came to his senses and decided to ask you out properly.

He did ask you out. You said no, but you were open to casual sex with him.

He didn’t want just sex with you, but he thought that was the only way to spend time with you so he agreed.

You made out and then you pushed him away and told him he couldn’t please you.

You told him he only wanted to get off and nothing else.

He agreed.

Why did he agree?! Why didn’t he make you cum too?!

“What the fuck’s wrong with me?” he groaned.

“What the fuck’s wrong with you?” You asked Yeosang.

“Nothing,” he replied calmly.

“You sound like you’re mad at me.”

“I’m not mad. I’m disappointed,” he clarified.

You groaned. “I told him I didn’t want a relationship and he agreed.”

“Did he?” He challenged. “Or did you use your siren voice to convince him?”

You looked away.

“That’s not fair Y/N,” he murmured.

“He agreed before I bewitched him,” you defended yourself.

“Then why did you even have to bewitch him?” He asked, knitting his brows.

“I uh… didn’twannacum,” you barely whispered.

“Huh?”

You licked your lips in annoyance. “To make sure he didn’t make me cum,” you repeated, louder.

Yeosang’s jaw hung open. “Unbelievable.”

“He’s fine,” you rolled your eyes and finished whipping the counter. “I made sure he finished—“

“I’m done,” Yeosang interrupted you. “I don’t wanna talk to you until you understand what the problem is,” he spoke firmly and walked away from you to take a customer’s order.

Your heart broke. In the four years you had known each other Yeosang had never been mad at you.

You knew he was right. You shouldn’t have done that to Chenle…but you had never liked someone this much. He drove you insane with a desire that was somewhere between sexual and domestic. And that terrified you.

You loved working and traveling on the ship and you didn’t want anything to change. But would it really be that bad to enjoy your time in this town? Once the bar moved to its next destination you wouldn’t see Chenle again and you and Yeosang would go back to normal.

Everything was fine.

After a few nights, you texted Chenle to ask him to meet up after your shift, which he immediately agreed to, picking you up and taking you to the same luxurious room he had booked last time. In a matter of seconds, you had him sitting on the bed half-naked, with you on your knees in front of him, taking as much of his cock as you could in your mouth.

Chenle was taken aback, but once again, he let you do what you wanted. He was hoping that this time he would make you feel good too, and if he was lucky you would stay the night and he would wake up to your sleepy face–

“Fuck,” he hissed when you circled the tip with your tongue, spreading his legs wider.

You looked up at him and regretted it immediately because the view almost made you cum untouched. He was biting his lip to repress the moans and his eyes were half-lidded, and you thought no one could possibly look this hot.

You closed your eyes to avoid the arousing visual stimulation and focused on his taste only, which was weirdly addicting and made you salivate so much that the blowjob became even sloppier.

“Y/N…” he sighed. “I’m not g-gona last…”

You ignored him and bobbed your head faster. The plan was for him to not last. Not that you wanted this to end fast because you didn’t enjoy it, but because you wanted to get off soon, and for that, you had to go home while memories of Chenle were still fresh to pleasure yourself.

“Ooh fu–,” Chenle moaned. “Okay, f-fine, I got it– We’ll do it your w-way but,” he gulped and paused to take a deep breath and regain some self-control. “I get to make you feel good too–aaah!”

You chose that exact moment to deep-throat him.

“Haa…Y/N, fuck, fuck fuuuck,” he whined, daring to place his hands on your head and caress your hair. “Imma….Imma eat y-you out real good after this-Oh!” he lost his train of thought when you choked around him and he came in your mouth as you sucked him dry.

He let out one last broken moan when you released his member. He was panting and looking at you like you were a miracle.

“My turn,” he said darkly, pulling your arm until he had you sitting on his lap, kissing your face and neck all over while he unbuttoned your blouse.

“I–,” you stuttered. “I’m actually k-kinda tired.”

“Tired?” Chenle stopped his kisses and touches and looked at you in surprise before quickly collecting himself. “That’s okay, you don’t have to do anything. I’ll take care of you,” he promised as he finished opening your blouse.

You pulled away, with your blouse completely open, and looked down at a very confused Chenle.

“I’m not really in the mood anymore,” you shrugged and his mouth fell open in shock.

“A-are you sure? Because your scent–”

“Pretty sure. I’ll call a taxi,” you said, grabbing your phone.

“N-no, I’ll…I’ll drive you,” a very defeated Chenle said, slowly getting up and getting dressed.

Admittedly, you had made him feel very good. Hell, that was better than good, it was mind blowing. But he just couldn’t be satisfied if he was the only one who got to feel good.

He could smell how aroused you were, and sometimes he felt like he could taste how close you were to cumming. Yet he never had the chance to make it happen. He was afraid that if he didn’t fulfill his duty as a fuckbuddy you would end things real fast.

So he kept showing up whenever you called and doing whatever you wanted for about a month, only to be dismissed whenever he felt like he had you.

One night he had been particularly lucky; you had him completely naked, on his back, with you wearing only your bra, straddling him and letting him slide just the tip into the most delectable warmth known to him.

“You’re s-so good,” he muttered, fixated on the way the tip of his cock disappeared inside of you. “So good…” he repeated.

“Yeah? You like it?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady. You were more affected than you wanted to admit and you were playing a dangerous game because you had never been this close to cumming during your previous encounters with him. You should stop now and use your hand or mouth like you usually did, but he was stretching you so good.

“I love it,” he groaned, arching his back and licking his lips. “I love you,” he breathed out.

You moaned. For the first time in weeks you moaned.

He had just said he loved you. Three words you didn’t need in this type of relationship but that somehow brought a wave of pleasure to your body and made you lose strength and accidentally go lower, him sinking deeper in you.

Chenle watched in awe how you took more of him and he grasped your hips desperately.

You looked at each other with wide eyes as you tried to catch your breath.

But this time Chenle reacted faster than you did, snapping his hips up and making your vision go blurry.

Before you had time to recover he did it again. And then again, and again until he had you bouncing on his lap.

“C–Chenle, let m-me…,” you moaned, placing your hands on his lower abdomen to stop him from thrusting up. “Let m-me do it, pup,” you offered, knowing that if he kept it up you would cum soon.

He stared back at you, disobediently, and since you weren’t letting him push his hips up freely, he brought you down, hitting a spot that had you gasping for air.

“Shh…I–I got it,” he spoke through gritted teeth, speeding up and trying to hold back his own orgasm to pleasure you.

Your body tensed in his firm grasp and the volume of your angelic moans escalated.

A sense of pride filled his chest.

He was making his mate feel good.

He was finally going to make you cum.

“Yes, yes, come on, c-come on, come on,” he muttered urgently.

“NO!” you yelled. “STOP!”

He hesitated momentarily and it was enough for you to break free and run to the bathroom, leaving poor, flustered Chenle on the bed alone.

You entered the bathroom and locked the door behind you, leaning against the door and taking deep breaths to calm down, but the tingling feeling in your center was urgent. You normally waited until you got home to touch yourself after meeting up with Chenle, but your orgasm was right there. You just couldn’t wait.

So you didn’t.

You held your breath and inserted a finger inside of you, trying to get yourself off before Chenle came looking for you–

“Y/N?”

Fuck.

“Y/N, are you okay?” he asked from the other side of the door.

“Mmhm, a-all good,” you said quickly, working yourself faster.

“Can you open the door?” he asked worriedly.

“J-just give me a minute,” you spoke a little out of breath and bit your lip to catch any lewd sound that could give you away.

You didn’t hear him say anything else for a few seconds, but then the door handle shook hastily. He was trying to enter.

“Just a m-minute!” you repeated, closing your eyes at the incoming climax.

“What are you doing?” He growled from the other side, struggling with the handle.

A few whimpers escaped you when your thumb grazed your clit and he banged on the door loudly.

“Open the door!” he commanded. “Y/N I swear to god if you’re doing what I think you’re doing—”

You came with a shaky moan. It wasn’t scandalously loud, but he heard it for sure.

The door you were leaning on opened abruptly and you fell in the same arms that had you shaking earlier. When you looked up you were met with his livid eyes.

He turned you around hastily and brought the hand you had used to pleasure yourself to his face, easily seeing the sticky liquid spread on your fingers.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” he yelled

You were petrified, trying to come up with an excuse for your behavior. Nothing you could possibly say would make sense.

“I was so close to making you come but you ran away just so you could finish yourself in the bathroom?!”

You sighed. “I’ll help you finish now–”

“You think that’s what’s bothering me?!”

“Then what’s bothering you?” you asked dismissively. “Can’t a woman make herself feel good?”

“Of course you can! When you have no one to take care of you–” he let out a frustrated groan. “What I mean is that I’m right here, and I’m dying to make you feel good, but whenever I think I’m doing a good job you run away and take it away from me!”

“Maybe you’re not doing as much of a good job as you think,” you lied.

“Then teach me!” he basically implored. “Tell me what you like for once instead of making me cum as fast as you can and leaving.”

“Chenle,” you spoke more gently, making him look at you, and once again using that voice. “Trust me, you’re getting so much better. Just a few more nights and you’ll have enough experience to be allowed to touch me,” you offered.

His expression became softer, but he still looked hesitant, as he always did whenever you used your powers on him.

“I can’t let just anyone touch me,” you continued. “You have to earn it, don’t you think?”

“...Earn it?” he echoed, dismally.

“And you’re almost there, pup. But you have to keep doing as I say, okay?”

He nodded slowly and automatically. “Okay…”

“Good pup,” you praised him, caressing his hip. “Now, we can continue–”

“Actually,” he interrupted, gently pushing your hands away. “I’m kinda tired. Can we call it a night?”

You opened your mouth dumbly. “I…uh–Sure…”

“Thanks,” he murmured. “I’ll drive you home after I take a shower, okay?”

“Okay…,” you agreed, watching him go into the bathroom and close the door.

You tried not to think too much about it, but for the next couple of days, it killed you to think that maybe he was getting bored of you. But how could it be? Didn’t he say he imprinted on you?

You didn’t want to commit to him, but you also didn’t want him to move on from you.

So when you received a message from Chenle asking if you had some time to hang out you typed your answer so fast anyone who saw you would know you were desperate.

Oh, how the tables had turned.

He picked you up and took you to the hotel as usual. Things seemed to be going the usual way, but when you opened the door you saw that the entire place was gracefully illuminated with candles and there was food on the table.

“What’s all this?” You asked.

“Dinner,” he replied, walking you to the table.

“What’s with the candles?”

“I like candles.”

“Don’t you think it’s too… intimate?” You asked, pointing at the decoration vaguely.

Chenle pulled a chair out and made you sit down by pushing your shoulders firmly.

“I’ve been inside you. It doesn’t get more intimate than that,” he deadpanned before walking around the table and sitting in front of you.

“Chenle, this looks like a date,” you pointed out.

“I guess it kinda does,” he admitted.

“That’s not part of the deal.”

“Oh? The deal won’t allow us to eat?”

“Not like this,” you said for a lack of better words to explain yourself. “It’s like you’re tricking me into dating you.”

“It’s just food and some wine. Don’t be dramatic,” he said before he started eating.

Hesitantly, you followed. He was right, it didn’t have to be romantic. You could do what you normally do after dinner. And the food was delicious! You enjoyed it so much that you lowered your guard and didn’t mind Chenle’s trivial questions about your life and the things you liked.

He looked more relaxed too after having a normal conversation with you and it made the atmosphere more enjoyable and sensual by the time you reached the bedroom, giggling as you undressed each other.

Chenle was in a great mood; teasing and joking as he climbed on top of you and kissed your face. He was also more obedient than usual letting you do as you pleased and waiting for your permission to touch you.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he laughed breathlessly, one hand by each side of your head to keep himself from crushing you while you pressed a bullet vibrator on the base of his cock.

“Good?” You teased, moving it up slowly until it reached the tip and then back to the base, making him moan shamelessly.

“Y-yeah,” he whispered, pecking your lips. “Everything m-‘my princess does f-feels amazing.”

Maybe the wine had taken its toll on you because you low-key liked that petname.

“Your princess?” You giggled, moving the small toy up and down deliberately.

Chenle’s eyes rolled back in pleasure. “Mhmm, you like that? Y-you wanna be my pretty princess?”

You nodded dumbly, drunk in desire, wine, and—even though you didn’t want to see it—adoration.

“You c—aah…You c-can be my princess anytime, you k-know that, yeah?” He half-moaned, blindly thrusting against the tiny toy you used on him.

“Y-yeah?” You croaked, licking your lips.

“Myeah, and I’ve…mmm fuck right there,” he hissed when you pressed the vibrator right under the head. “I’ve b-been a good p-pup for you, right?”

You nodded. “The best,” you said before giving him a kiss that was a little bit more affectionate than intended.

“Don’t I des— haa… deserve a reward?” He pouted.

You giggled, turning up the intensity of the vibrations and making him whine desperately.

“Oohh—oh g-god, princess —,” he knitted his brows in concentration, making the biggest effort to say something coherent. “I—aah… I actually wanted—ah!”

“What is it?” You asked, putting the toy away momentarily to not overstimulate the poor wolf and give him the chance to speak.

He took a few deep breaths and looked into your eyes with determination. “Go out with me.”

You suddenly sobered up and your dreamy smile faltered. “Chenle, no—“

“Why not?” He croaked. “We have such great chemistry when we spend time together like two normal people. Or did you hate having dinner with me that much?”

“Dinner with you was great,” you assured him. “But that wasn’t our deal.”

“Let’s change the deal,” he pleaded.

“You said no strings attached,” you reminded him.

“No. You said that,” he accused.

“And you agreed.”

“I don’t know why I agreed!” He admitted. “Y/N, I—I don’t know why I keep saying those things; it makes no sense! I imprinted on you. I crave to be with you in every possible way, not just sexually. Can’t we at least try?”

“Chenle,” you sighed, feeling terrible. You didn’t mean for things to go this far. You thought any man would be happy with a shallow sexual agreement, but apparently it wasn’t Chenle’s case. You would have to use your voice again. “You don’t really want—Hhmp!“

Chenle’s hand covered your mouth before you could finish speaking. “Don’t,” he begged. “You always say weird stuff and I end up agreeing like an idiot.”

You let out muffled sounds and hit his arms but he didn’t budge. He was terrified of what you would convince him of if he let you speak.

So you quickly grabbed the vibrator that lay forgotten on the bed, turned it on on the highest setting, and pressed it harshly against the leaking tip of his cock.

He gasped and lost his balance and you managed to uncover your mouth and quickly finish your sentence: “You don’t want me!”

Chenle shook his head, distressed and trying to cover your mouth again, but you kept slapping his hand away while overstimulating his member. That, combined with the wine made his movements clumsy and inefficient. “P-please, d-don’t say tha—aaaah…”

“You don’t want to be with me. You only want me for sex,” you insisted and your voice almost broke when you saw Chenle’s saddening expression.

His imploring eyes finally turned into void ones, as expected when under a siren’s spell. At the same time, his body tensed and he came with a silent scream, staring into your soul.

You finally turned the toy off and the room was silent.

Then a hot, wet drop landed on your face. You looked up and saw abundant tears coming out of Chenle’s expressionless eyes.

“Chenle?”

“Yes?” He replied monotonously.

“Why are you crying?”

He blinked slowly. “I don’t know.”

Your stomach dropped. He looked so calm in his own daze, unaware of how you kept dismissing his feelings. Ignorant of how you kept convincing him of things he didn’t want whenever he tried to connect with you.

Yet he was crying.

Oh no. You had broken him.

You couldn’t stop yourself from crying too.

“What’s wrong?” He asked you quietly.

“I’m so fucking sorry,” you sobbed. “I’m trash—no, I’m worse than trash.”

He hesitantly placed a hand on your back. “No. You’re perfect…,” he assured you, just like he had told his leader a long time ago. Even in his confused state, he couldn’t think of you being anything but perfect.

You sobbed harder. He deserved better.

You cleaned him up and caressed his hair until he fell asleep. Then you sneaked out, feeling like you didn’t deserve to be around him.

Yeosang was right. You were selfish.

So you knocked on his door to apologize.

When Yeosang opened the door, he looked very surprised to see you, but he was more concerned about why you were awake and crying at 4AM.

“Y/N?” He asked, grabbing your hand gently. “What’s wrong?”

“Selfish is putting it lightly,” you said.

“Huh?”

“You said I’m selfish. But the truth is worse than that. I’m a bad person, Sangie. You’re right to be disappointed.”

He brought you into his room and closed the door, sitting you on his bed as he kneeled in front of you. “What happened?”

You told him everything. From the first encounter at the bar to what had just happened at the hotel.

Yeosang listened patiently, calming you down when your voice broke and encouraging you to go on when you sounded ashamed.

“Do you understand the problem now?” he asked.

You nodded, sobbing.

“People are not toys, Y/N.”

“I’m so s-sorry,” you whispered.

“I know. Recognizing your mistake is the first step,” he said, whipping your tears away with his thumb. “Now you need to fix things.”

“H-how?”

“By making a choice,” he confirmed what you were fearing. “Either you accept him–all of him, or you let him go.”

You nodded again. “That sucks.”

He chuckled. “It does,” he agreed, pulling you into a hug.

“I missed you,” you admitted, resting your head on his shoulder.

“I missed you too,” he said, hugging you tighter. He licked his lips before speaking again. “Sorry for asking this, but… did he make you–”

“Sangie!” you groaned, knowing what he was referring to.

“I’m not being nosy,” he explained quickly. “I know it’s personal, but if I’m asking it’s because it’s important.”

“He d-didn’t make me cum…” you confessed, feeling your face heat up.

“Ever?” he pressed.

“It almost happened many times,” you explained shyly. “But I always managed to stop it.”

“That’s impressive. It’s been about two months,” he calculated.

“Yeah,” you groaned. “Impressive.”

“Remember what I told you about orgasms?” he asked you

“Yeah,” you sighed. “That’s why I kept stopping him before it happened.

“That’s good news. It means you’re not completely tied to him,” he hummed. “Look, I contacted an old friend of mine—a siren. She imprinted once but she and her mate…they just had very different lifestyles. Different goals. So they didn’t consummate the bond.”

“Consummate meaning…?”

“She didn’t reach climax with her potential partner,” he explained. “Both of them went separate ways and never saw each other again. And you know what? She found love again.”

You pulled away from the hug to give him a surprised look. “She imprinted again?”

“No, not exactly,” Yeosang shook his head softly. “Sirens only imprint once in a lifetime. But she met someone else who could make her happy. What I’m trying to say is that you will live a good life no matter what you decide. Even if the goddess Amphitrite chose this guy for you, you can choose to live without him. And you will be fine.”

You bit your lip, deep in thought.

“Or if you want to stay with him–” Yeosang continued listing your options.

“No,” you whispered. “Not after the way I treated him. The most honorable thing to do is let him go so he can find a good partner.”

“Are you sure?” he asked hesitantly. “You could think it over–”

“No, Sangie…I’ve prolonged this long enough,” you gave him a sad smile. “The sooner I end this the better.”

Poor Chenle had no idea what transpired when he woke up alone in the same hotel room where he always met you, with a terrible hangover and missing you more than ever. He still hadn’t gotten used to the inexplicable emptiness in his chest that he felt every time he separated from you, but today it felt more haunting than usual. Not seeing you in the room made him question if you were ever there, or if you were just a product of Chenle’s imagination. Were you even real? Was he going crazy?

Thankfully your message took him out of what could have become an anxiety attack. You wanted to meet.

You had never contacted him two days in a row before. But what he found even weirder was that you were asking him to meet during the day. You also told him he didn’t need to book the room, which he found funny, because he owned the hotel, but he omitted that detail.

He went to pick you up at around 5PM, like you had requested, and he was taken aback when you asked him to go on a walk with him instead. If he was in his shifted form, he would be wagging his tail contently at the mere suggestion of sharing such a wholesome moment with you, but human Chenle was good at pretending he didn’t care.

He was so over the moon that he didn’t find it weird when you engaged in small talk and asked trivial questions like how he had slept if he had eaten or what his plans for the weekend were. You never cared much for any interaction with him which wasn’t quick sex, so this was a pleasant surprise for him.

You stopped at the beach. The same deserted beach where Chenle often went when he needed some time alone.

“I love this view,” you commented absentmindedly. “The ocean is the only place that makes me feel at home.”

Chenle took mental note of that. He would make sure to buy a house with the most beautiful ocean view.

He looked at you and stared in awe at how gorgeous you looked. He was sure it wasn’t the golden hour effect, because you always looked stunning to him.

You turned to look at him and caught him staring, so he cleared his throat and quickly looked away.

“Here,” he said, offering you a small shopping bag that he had been carrying.

“What’s this?” you asked curiously, opening the bag and taking out a delicate velvet box.

“It’s…for you,” he said, barely audible.

You opened the box and gasped when you saw what was probably the most beautiful and elegant necklace in the whole world. “Why?” you breathed out.

“I just saw it and thought of you.” he shrugged, still speaking very softly, like he was exhausted.

That was half true. He did choose it because he thought you would look ravishing.

The other reason was that he called Jaemin to ask him what that feeling of emptiness could mean, and he had theorized that it could be because he still hadn’t marked you. Since biting you was out of the question, Jaemin suggested he gave you a little token. It wouldn’t be as permanent as a mark, but his wolf surely would feel more at ease if he saw you carrying something of his.

Only Chenle would see costly diamond jewelry as tokens.

He looked at you attentively, panicking at your sudden loss of words.

“If it doesn’t suit your taste–”

“Let’s end things,” you said.

Now it was Chenle’s turn to be speechless.

“...W-what?” he asked weakly.

“I’ve been thinking about it and I think it’s for the best,” you explained, closing the box in your hand and putting it back in the bag, offering it back to him.

He glared at the bag offendedly. “No, it’s not!” he countered.

“Yes, it is,” you insisted, shaking the bag in your hand closer to him but he took a step back. “This isn’t working.”

“I’ll make it work,” he hissed. “You’re not fucking leaving me.”

“That’s not your choice–”

“Nothing has been my choice!” he yelled. “You’re always bossing me around and doing whatever you want but now it’s suddenly not working?! I didn’t put up with your shit for you to leave me like this–”

“See? You hate the way I treat you, so why do you want to keep this up?!” you asked, once again trying to make him grab the bag, but he grabbed your arm and pulled you towards him instead.

“Because I love you!” he growled. “And you know it, even if you play dumb. I know you see it in the way I look at you, I know you feel it in the way I touch you and I know you’ve heard me moan it when you have your way with me. Sometimes a weird voice in my head tells me that’s not true,and that what we have is just sex, but– that’s not my voice and—” he trailed off, trying to make sense of the opposing ideas he had in his head. “Yeah, I hate how much of a bitch you are sometimes, but I won’t give up on us, you hear me?!”

You almost gave in.

But you reminded yourself he deserved better.

There was one way he may let you go without you having to use

“I’m not happy with you, Chenle,” you said firmly.

His entire world came crashing down around him. He only reacted when he felt you trying to break free from his grasp. He tightened his hold on you. He was not going to let you go.

“Why not?” he breathed out.

“I’m just not,” you said, trying to keep the tears at bay. “I get nothing out of being with you.”

“I’ll change that. I’ll do anything you say–” he said, swallowing his pride.

“And then what?” you asked coldly.

“Then we–,” Chenle looked around nervously, and licked his lips, looking for the right thing to say, anything that would make you stay. “We become w-whatever you want us to–”

“So you’re okay with me leaving with my crew when the time comes?” you rolled your eyes. “I’m not staying here, and you’re not coming with me–”

“I’ll go,” he said quickly, squeezing your arm so hard it hurt. “I’ll go wherever you want–”

“I don’t want you to come with me, Chenle, fuck!” you screamed. “I want you to leave me the fuck alone, okay?!”

He froze, finally relaxing his deadly grasp on your forearm. You pulled away carelessly, dropping the precious gift on the sand, and walked away.

Chenle stayed right there for who knows how long.

He doesn’t even remember dragging his feet to get back home while hugging the wrinkled paper bag close to his chest. All he knows is that at some point he was fully clothed under the bed covers, feeling that dreaded emptiness expand inside of him.

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dema-heart · 4 months

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Lipstick stains 💋

Hobie x gn! Makeup wearing reader

Makeup but mostly lipstick

A little physical teasing, but nothing too saucy

Just a cute short

"Babe!" You yelled, leaning closer to the mirror to check your makeup. You hummed in approval at the cute but bold look. All that was missing was lipstick.

"Yeah?" Hobie peaked into the bathroom, tilting his head a bit. His eyes scanned you for a second as you waved him in. He smirked, hands coming to wrap around your waist and head resting on your shoulder.

"What can I do for a pretty doll like you?" He placed a quick kiss to your neck, making you shiver, before looking up at you through the mirror.

"I need you to pick a lip color for me, love." You relax against him, grinning playfully when you feel him tense as your hips connect. You give him a wink through the mirror, wiggling your hips against his playfully before turning around in his arms with a cheeky grin, booping his nose.

"None of that now, Hobie. I have somewhere to be here soon, so pick." You gesture behind you to his two choices for your lip look. He doesn't spare them a glance, the hands that now rest on your waist, holding you in a bruising grip. His gaze is hooded as he steps forward, forcing you against the counter and him.

He was pressed flush against you, his hands on your waist, causing you to arch slightly into him as he leaned down. You take a sharp breath before closing your eyes.

When nothing happens, you peak up at him only to see his teasing grin. Frowning, you watch as he leans away, holding up one of the lipsticks.

Rolling your eyes with a huff, you glare up at him, taking it from his hands as he backs off with a snicker.

"Thought you said you had somewhere to be." He teases, flashing a cheeky grin through the mirror as he leaned back against the wall.

"Shut up, Hobart."

You look at the lipstick humming in approval at the color before applying it.

With a pop of your lips, you smile into the mirror before turning to hobie.

"What do you think?" You make a silly face at him puckering your lips.

He shakes his head, laughing as he steps into your space.

"You look stunning, hun. Absolutely breathtaking as always"

You beam,smiling up at him as he leans down to peck your lips, careful not to smudge your lipstick.

"Well, aren't you a charmer. Come here." You motion for him to lean down, and he shakes his head, chuckling, already knowing what you're up to.

Gently, you grasp his chin, turning his face and planting a kiss on his cheek. Pressing your lips a bit hardder, you make sure your lipstick mark stains his cheek.

You can feel his face rise with his grin as you pull back. "There now we're both ready for the day."

"Yeah?" you're met with his cheeky grin and raised eyebrow. You always "accidentally" put on too much lipstick and just so happen to believe Hobie looks good with your kiss marked on his cheek all day.

Grinning, you tap his non-marked cheek with your hand sliding away before you really were late.

"I'll see you later Hobs, love you!"

You turn back to look at Hobie as you open the door, his goofy grin making the kiss mark more prominent. You snicker to yourself, knowing he's gonna proudly show it off when he goes to see his mates here soon.

"Love you too. Try to have a good day,luv."

You smile at his response, blowing a kiss that he catches and pretends to place on his already marked cheek, making you laugh as you close the door.

#hobie brown x reader #hobie brown #rainbow's bookshelf #hobie brown x gn!reader #hobie brown x y/n

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sopestvr · 1 year

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♱⠀“SPIDEY SENSE.” :⠀BLLCK BOYS !

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ “NO.. FREAKING.. WAY.”

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ †

⟣⠀IN WHICH .. sae itoshi’s beloved girlfriend is non other than spider woman herself; his unwanted, yet forced friends discovering the truth after ambushing the boy unannounced one friday evening.

⟣⠀GENRE .. boyfriend!sae xx spiderman!reader. established relationship. fluff. comedy. drabble (1.1k).

⟣⠀CONTENTS .. fem reader. fluff (sort of??). comedy reactions. spider-man universe.

✩⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“WHY ARE you guys even here? I never invited you over..” Sae inquired at the grouping of boys who cluttered by his front door, the red-head merely opening the door a slither so they couldn’t barge in.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“We just wanted to hang out. Is that so hard to believe” Oliver pestered the boy, his broad arms folding across his chest as his patience gradually grew thin.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Standing alongside the man were the only other boys at Blue Lock who could actually withstand to be around Sae. Stood opposite of the boy was Oliver, Isagi, Nagi, Bachira, Chigiri, and Rin; who, by unpopular demand, was dragged along by the others. He tried to refuse, but his mates were far stronger when working together.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Who is we? You damn idiots dragged me her-”

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Anyways, C’mon man. We just got the new Spider-Woman documentary on dvd, I know you secretly like her. Everyone does!” Bachira chimed in, shoving his hands in Sae’s face to display the brand new dvd case.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The more the boys rambled on, the more Sae continuously checked his watch; keeping tabs on the time with his eyes wandering every few seconds. It was evident that the boy was antsy, he repeatedly fidgeted with the door knob and was lifting his wrist every so often.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The only one who took note of such actions was Rin Itoshi himself, knowing how his arrogant and stubborn brother got when he was doing something he knew he shouldn’t be. The dark-haired boy cocked an eyebrow at Sae’s gestures, attempting to get the guys to leave, yet he was pushed off with the boys pushing closer to Sae’s apartment door.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The time frame was becoming smaller by the millisecond, Sae’s annoyance tolerance off the charts with a vein protruding through his forehead.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“You guys need to leave. Now.” Sae’s once irritation-filled voice had become stern and filled with a slight authority.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Dude, c’mon we came all the way here just for yo-” Before Isagi could finish his dreadful speech, a vague, yet fairly close whistle was heard from afar.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀A striking chill spiraled up Sae’s spine, the boy instantly moving from the door and causing a few of the guys to stumble into the apartment. He hurriedly rushed across the common area, all of the boys utterly confused on seeing Sae in such a rush spontaneously.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Speeding towards the living room, the boy maneuvered around all the furniture that was in the room before stopping in front of a window on the far left corner of the room. His hands were hastily fiddling with the glass locks and flipping them up, reaching for the bottom and lifting the window open.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀He made sure to step away instantly, once he saw webs being shot at the edges of the window. Zips and Wooshes were heard nearing the window once the cluster of boys entered the living room, Sae groaning at the fact that they were still at his place. He knew it was too late, the inevitable was bound to happen sooner or later.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Pinching the bridge of his nose, he stood alongside his couch; hearing the web slinging sounds get closer by the second. Before he could even acknowledge the guys, a body was shooting through the window with webs following right behind them. Sae didn’t even need to look up to know what his mates reactions were, he could just feel them.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The person who flew themself into Sae’s common room had flipped their body mid air and landed on their feet, their knees being bent so that they were crouched close to the ground; a hand placed on the floor to slow down their momentum.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Gasps were passed all throughout the living room from the guys, Sae sighing just after. He hated the fact he couldn’t keep the guys from leaving, his annoyance only skyrocketing.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀However, the person who flew into the apartment had paid no mind to any of the boys, completely oblivious to the fact that people were in their home aside from their boyfriend. Standing from their previous crouching position, they swiftly removed their mask that covered their entire head and shook their waist-long hair out a bit.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Holy shit, babe, today was literally so fucking crazy. Was trying to save people like every other day and these annoying ass paps were all in my damn face while i was literally in the middle of a fight. Did I web ‘em a bit? Maybe, pero don’t be mad, it was necessary, lo juro!” ( but / i swear ) The woman rambled on as she insensibly waltzed over to the kitchen and made her way around the island, setting her mask atop it.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀She was entirely unaware that a group of ultimate fanboys were standing in her primary room, Sae rolling his eyes at his girlfriends heedlessness.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀However, the moment after she grabbed a drink from the fridge and spun on her heels to alas face Sae, the woman’s heart dropped into the pits of her stomach; snapple tea spitting out everywhere whilst rough coughs and heaves of air filled the antagonizing silence.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Really, Y/N?” Sae sighed, continuing to face palm at his helpless girlfriend who could save an entire city just from a simple off-feeling, yet couldn’t tell when their living room was filled with annoying teenage boys.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “Yo tengo asthma!” ( I have asthma ) the girl whined in between breaths, Sae walking over to her and handing her the inhaler she left on the side table in the living room.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀After taking a few hits at the medical tool, the girl dragged her hand down her face with an exasperated sigh exerting her lips just after.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“No..”

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Freaking..”

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Way..” Isagi started, Bachira interrupting the boy; along with Oliver finishing off the trios unanimous surprise.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀There was no use in [Y/N] putting her mask back on, so she simply accepted her fate of having a group of random guys discovering her secret.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Sae.. Why’re they here?” [Y/N] asked with a sigh filling her tone of voice.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “I’m sorry, they just showed up unannounced and walked in.” Sae sighed, glaring daggers at the boys who simply avoided eye contact with the pair.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Well, in our defense, we just wanted to watch your new documentary with him!” Isagi attempted to defend him and the guys, yet earning a glare from both [Y/N] and Sae.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Yeah, okay..” the boy murmured, instantly shutting up right after he spoke.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Whatever. Doesn’t matter now that you all know, of course. And, I know you have questions cus everyone always does, so c’mon” [Y/N] accepted her destined fate, resting her chin along her wrist while awaiting the questions that were bound to suffocate her.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀It took the boys a moment to grasp her words before they rushed up to the kitchen island and started rambling on with questions and love confessions, [Y/N] chuckling at the sight of a pissed off Sae from the revelations.

#♱⠀—⠀sopestvr #♱⠀—⠀bluelock works #♱⠀—⠀anime navi #blue lock #sae itoshi #sae itoshi x reader #itoshi sae x reader #sae x reader #sae itoshi fluff #itoshi sae fluff #blue lock x reader #blue lock x female reader #bluelock fluff #sae itoshi x y/n #sae itoshi x you #blue lock imagines #blue lock drabbles #blue lock sae

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extra-stout-stories · 5 months

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About / Index of Stories

[FYI: This account replaces @cigarette-smoking-bird, which was shadowbanned by Tumblr. As of May 2024 all my content from that account has been reposted here and @cigarette-smoking-bird has been deleted.]

Writer. Fat4fat switchy feedist and mutual gainer. Believer in fat liberation and responsible hedonism. IRL smallfat in pursuit of a sustainable balance between real life and my wildly kinky desires.

I'm here to share my fiction and have interesting conversations about the kink. I love to receive feedback, story suggestions, and thoughtful platonic messages about this endlessly fascinating thing of ours. DMs are welcome. Minors DNI.

I'm a lifelong feedist who's been active in the community in the past. I'm taken by a partner who's fat but not a feedist, and this Tumblr is a outlet for this part of myself. Cishet male, but I follow inspirational bellies of all genders.

Index of stories below the cut. I write in a variety of genres and themes from wholesome to extreme, so please read the content warnings.

Stories

A Cat's-Eye View - A cat watches his human owner slowly give in to her desire to become fatter. (XWG, BBW to USSBBW, non-explicit, light romance. CW: Description of furniture breakage.)

Contrast / Gift - A hedonistic fat queen receives a package with a very special gift. (USSBBW, fit male FA. CW: Explicit sex and cunnilingus.)

Immobile Weekend - When a feedee agrees to try a weekend of bedroom roleplay, he enjoys it even more than he expected. (BBW feeder, BHM to USSBHM feedee, XWG, romantic vibe, spicy but no explicit sex. CW: Immobility, mild discussion of health issues.)

Marshmallow / Bondage - A fat dominant feeder and her even fatter submissive enjoy a night of bedroom fun. (SSBBW, USSBHM, femdom/mommy domme, orgasm denial, food play, light impact play. CW: D/S with roleplayed dubcon, immobility, bariatric equipment, cunnilingus and orgasm.)

Special Delivery - As a growing gainer's mobility diminishes, his regular delivery order takes an unexpected turn. (SSBHM to USSBHM feedee, gender-unspecified fat feeder, no explicit sex. CW: Immobility, bariatric tube feeding, brief moment of dubious consent.)

Stuck At Work - When two fat fast food workers end up in a tight situation, they discover that their feelings for one another are mutual. (Romantic soft feedist meet-cute, nothing explicit.)

The Weight Clinic - A fat man who's unsure about losing weight signs up for a very unusual treatment program led by a dominant doctor with an agenda of her own. (SSBHM feedee, SSBBW feeder, implicit XWG. CW: Dubious consent, drugs, medical and deathfeedist elements.)

The Weight Clinic: The (Brief) Return of Dr. Moore - Everyone's favorite mad scientist returns to introduce Feedist Kinktober '23. (Second person feedee POV, gender neutral. CW: Immobility, bariatric equipment, self-indulgent metafiction, threats of a terrible fate if you don't reblog my stories.)

Werewolf / Sweater Weather - On a secluded rural homestead, a man brings a meal home for his mate. (BHM, SSBBW, wholesome romance, non-explicit. CW: Wolf-on-stag violence.)

Short Vignettes

I post a lot of short vignettes, but I usually don't bother giving them titles or full descriptions. They can be read on the #feedist vignettes tag. I haven't put content warnings in the header of these short ones, but they're generally not too extreme. If you see something on this tag that you don't want to see and would like me to put a content warning in the tags, just shoot me a DM.

For my own reference, I've made a list of some of my more popular short vignettes indexed by title or first sentence, but check the tag because this isn't all of them.

"The Beach" (BHM, SSBBW, non-explicit)

"Fat tradwife of an equally fat husband" (What it says in the title)

"I can't believe I did it again" (First-person feedee POV)

"I can't believe I've done this to myself" (First-person feedee POV)

"It's not just about getting turned on by gaining weight" (Second-person feedee POV, wholesome feedism)

"Most people don't get turned on by food" (Second-person feedee POV)

"Not Fat Enough" (BBW feedee, dominant USSBHM feeder, stuffing. CW: Consensual power exchange.)

"Plump Little Tummy" (First-person feedee POV. CW: Immobility.)

"Reblog if you're into soft XWG" (My most popular post)

"She gazes up at her reflection in the ceiling mirror" (USSBBW, breeding kink)

"That Little Bit Fatter" (Second person feedee POV, wholesome feedism, SFW.)

"When the outside world sees you, they don't see self-discipline" (Second person feedee POV)

"You didn't expect all the fun you could have with your fatter belly" (Second person POV)

"You never thought you would go this far" (Second person feedee POV)

"You used to stay fit for contrast's sake" (Second person POV, mutual gaining)

#weight gain fiction #feedist vignettes #wg fiction #mutual gaining #mutual feeding #gaining weight on purpose #feeding kink #fat4fat #mutual weight gain #mutual gain fiction #mutual feedism

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gogandmagog · 2 months

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Do you think you can expound on what you meant by LMM showing her hand/Dean being condemned by cat aversion? I was skimming the Emily tag and came across your post. Just curious!

I’m sooo cracking up and embarrassed right now, because while I do fr believe that... I’m not exactly sure I can wholly defend it. Or even remotely ask anyone else to consider getting onboard with that kind of intense inferring. But I’m going to do my best to have a go at it (🥴) and attempt to explain where my head was at with all that, while also letting it be a lesson to myself to not just be out here saying things sometimes, lol.

Also as a small sidenote: I tried to find the post you might be referencing, and I’m all but certain it must’ve been a very old conversation with @no-where-new-hero, but it must’ve also predated my searchable tagging practices because alas, I cannot find it. So… I’m already sorry-in-advance if I veer off into unrelated areas or miss the ‘ask’ mark completely. But I think you mean that at some point I said Maud “showed her hand” early in the Emily series by having Dean Priest say that he wouldn’t keep a cat. I’ll double check, but I think his exact quote is: “I like cats but I never keep one.”

Which, to a casual reader... doesn’t mean a whole lot. Yet when I look back at this, as a non-casual reader, after many re-reads and a little bit of Maud experience, I do kind of now recognise that as a tell. At least it’s a proper LMM red flag. Especially when we experience and feel the depth of cat symbolism and heavy-handed cat presence in the Emily series. And of Emily. How Emily is repeatedly and often assigned a cat-like nature + appearance in the narrative and by other characters in the book. She’s told at school that she has cat ears, and she’s even nicknamed “puss” by Cousin Jimmy. Emily’s Wind Woman purrs. It’s everywhere in Emily. If we advance even a bit further, into broad and ancient symbolism, we can also reflect on timeless and universal cat symbolism… the cat alignment with femininity. The same way dogs are aligned and representative of masculinity.

So when we consider all of this and juxtapose Dean’s statement against Montgomery’s men that did get their girls, I think it speaks even louder. Teddy had Smoke and Buttercup. Barney had Good Luck and Banjo. Cats are so important to Maud and her stories that she has Gilbert (the son of a cat lady, eventual owner of the First Mate, and saviour of Ingleside housecat the Shrimp) mention them in his finally-accepted proposal to Anne. He says, “I dream of a home with a hearth-fire in it, a cat and dog, the footsteps of friends—and you!” (Which P.S. is even a veeeery interesting order, in my veeeery-stretched opinion. A cat, then a dog. The feminine before the masculine. You before me, Gilbert says.)

To me... Emily is the cat that Dean will never keep. Much later, when their engagement is dissolving, he says, “… Perhaps that is why I couldn’t keep you.” Which is lowkey full circle. (If you squint.)

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wallflowers-in-the-wind · 1 month

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Is Lucien a spy?

Back again with another head cannon theory so here we go.

Lucien has been a fae always looking out for those he cared for since we met him. And although he did nearly get Feyre killed in the first book he did try to make up for it and apologized. Even took beatings UTM to heal her and help when he could. One thing that has always been obvious is that Lucien has had Tamlin’s back through and through.

However, when he left the Spring court and became the emissary of the Night Court it seemed that it was non stop dog pile on Lucien. Even Feyre is guilty of treating Lucien horribly and he gave up his home and left his best friend to be there. But… what if he didn’t?

It has been mentioned in the books that Lucien checks on Tamlin from time to time and gives updates when asked on how he is doing (which is not good). But perhaps that isn’t the case and Feyre and Rhysand just take him at his word because they don’t feel the need to check, since for them, Tamlin in misery is a ‘happy occasion.’

My theory is that Lucien is actually a spy for Tamlin and the Spring Court. He is doing this because Tamlin asked him to protect Feyre, despite everything, Tamlin still loves her and worries something may happen. He may have brought Rhysand back to life but that was because he knew how much Feyre loved Rhysand and wanted her to be happy. But even though he knows this he doesn’t trust Rhysand enough to believe something may be going on behind the scenes.

So while the Inner court receives reports of the Spring Court in ruin and Tamlin in shambles the truth is it is actually being rebuilt and Tamlin had started healing and putting his people first but consequently closing up his heart and refusing to find love.

So while Lucien is giving these report he is just telling what he saw before the reconstruction with some truth about how Tamlin is doing. And if at any time Rhysand or Feyre check his mind he puts up the mental memory of what the spring court looked like after the war or different parts still destroyed that haven’t been fixed.

While it may be seen as wrong as deceitful for Lucien to do this he has seen what Feyre and the Night court have done to the Spring court. A place that used to be and still is his home. And he may not want to give Feyre any reason to destroy it and innocent lives again.

Lucien cares for Feyre and he misses the human she used to be but his loyalty is to Tamlin. As much as it hurts him to be at the Night court, rejected by his mate, and hiding his true emotions every time the inner court beats him down he stays. Tamlin sacrificed so much for him when he allowed him to stay in the Spring court. And he may be counting down the days until he can earn Elain’s trust and love and hopefully move to the Spring court safely. Elain would love it there because she loves nature but as much as she will miss her sister they can always make visits to the Night court.

But then again this is just a theory.

#acotar #sjm critical #tamlin #lucien vanserra #elain archeron #acotar headcanons #acotar theory #I’m an international super spy #super spy!!!#someone give him a hug

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vulpes-fennec · 11 months

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Rita’s Shenanigans 🪩

Summary: Hoping to break the ice with her mate, Elain enlists her family’s help in setting up a night out at Rita’s. A post-ACOSF, Modern AU (with Fae lore).

A contribution to @elucienweekofficial and dedicated to @velidewrites who inspired this with her Rita’s moodboard!

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It wasn’t Elain’s first time at Rita’s, but it certainly felt different from all the other times she’d gamely tagged along with the Inner Circle, not wanting to be left out.

Her mate, Lucien Vanserra, was here. He trailed behind her, the tension between them as taut as the golden thread of fate that connected them. Lucien was close enough to touch, yet figuratively, he could not be farther away.

It had been difficult trying to start fresh with Lucien when she had a history of ignoring him. So Elain confided in Nesta that she needed help interacting with Lucien, which then led to Cassian inviting Lucien to join them for a night out at Rita’s. It was the perfect venue for a night of drinking, dancing, and chatting…plenty of opportunities to grow closer with him.

Elain just couldn’t believe her normally observant mate was not getting the message.

“I like your shoes,” she tried to tell him over the pounding music. They were following Mor, Nesta, and Cassian as the trio made their rounds on the ground floor, greeting the friends they so often saw when they visited Rita’s.

“Thanks,” Lucien replied shortly. He held Elain’s gaze for a full second, looked like he was going to say something, and then thought better of it. The attempt at conversation ended permanently when he looked away awkwardly.

“What kind of drink do you like?” Elain attempted five minutes later.

“I’ll drink just about anything.” Lucien didn’t bother leaning in, which was precisely what Elain had wanted him to do in the loud club. “...you?”

“I like fruit-based drinks.” But Lucien didn’t offer to buy her another drink. Didn’t ask if she wanted to try his non-fruity drink for a change. He simply nodded and went back to talking to Cassian.

Whatever happened to the natural progression of social interactions? Elain huffed internally.

It ground Elain’s gears when Lucien joined Mor in chatting avidly with strangers. Strangers that included other females. Elain told herself that Lucien wasn’t doing anything wrong. He was sociable without being flirtatious. He never put a hand on anyone. Yet Elain’s blood boiled hot when she caught him chuckling at something another female said, or when a female would lean in to hear what he was saying. Too close, she’d thought, clutching her drink so hard it could’ve shattered. Too close…step away from him please!

Perhaps Lucien was trying to give her a taste of her own medicine; payback for all the times she’d duly ignored him at Night Court functions.

Elain debated on chatting up a male or two, just to see if Lucien would be affected. There were certainly a few eyeing her with interest, but the thought of forcing out bland small talk with any of them had Elain grimacing. No. Her goal tonight was to get to know Lucien better, and she was not one to stray from what her mind decided.

When Mor, Cassian, and Nesta had finished saying hello to their friends, the group ascended to the second floor, where the Inner Circle’s regular booth overlooked the massive dance floor. “I’ll sit next to Cassian, Mor will sit next to me, which means you will sit next to Lucien,” Nesta had reviewed with Elain earlier. But when the time came, Lucien chose to squeeze in next to Cassian, which put him opposite of Elain instead of next to her.

Nesta shot Elain an apologetic grimace that bordered on pity. Elain only took a long, long sip of her strawberry daiquiri, head bowed in frustration. She checked her phone. It was only 11:14. I shouldn’t worry, she told herself, there are plenty more opportunities if the night is still young…

***Approximately one hour prior***

“Wait!” Feyre came running down the hall of the River House. “Here’s a touch of shimmer, for luck.” Elain held still as her younger sister, the High Lady, carefully dabbled ultra-glittery eyeshadow over her eyelids and cheekbones.

“How do I look?” Elain asked nervously.

“Absolutely stunning,” Mor said cheerfully as she breezed by. The blonde-haired female was just as stunning herself, with her glossy tresses and sharply-lined brown eyes. She wore a tight black corset that deeply contrasted the flowing ruffles of her classic red skirt. Mor tossed her hair behind her shoulder with flair. “Lucien won’t be able to resist you at all. And Cassian’s already waiting for us, so let’s go!”

Nesta and Elain took Mor’s outstretched hand in the River House foyer, a light breeze of caramel and sweet grapes enveloping them as Mor winnowed. The quiet of the River House was replaced by the vibrant hustle and bustle of Velaris.

They had arrived. Sure enough, Cassian was standing by Rita’s vibrant entrance, his membranous bat wings glowing amber in the faelight. Cassian’s face lit up when Nesta strode towards him in her thigh-high boots, swishing her hips in her slinky silver dress as she walked. The general swept Nesta into a deep kiss, a proud display of affection that passers-by hardly batted an eye at.

“You look gorgeous, Nes,” Elain could hear him rumble appreciatively as she tottered after Mor like a wobbling fawn, unused to the purple heels she’d borrowed from Feyre. Although Rhys had magicked them to fit her shoe size, the extra height had Elain feeling off-balance.

She’d worn the purple heels specifically to match her muted lavender dress. The garment’s semi-sweetheart neckline and spaghetti straps accented Elain’s smaller breasts and sun-kissed shoulders, and the soft fabric hugged her waist and hips before flaring out into a delicate skirt. As pretty as the dress was, Elain fought the urge to cross her arms across her chest, compensating for the lack of coverage. And she tugged at the dress’s hem every few seconds, making sure it hadn’t ridden up her butt.

“Damn it, we should have taken pictures before we left,” Mor sighed, pulling out her phone. She snapped several selfies, cycling through multiple photo-ready expressions in a matter of seconds. “The lighting is so shit in the dark.”

“Can you take a pic of us, Elain?” Cassian asked. “Just use flash.” Cassian and Nesta posed in front of Rita’s manicured hedges, both beaming widely. Nesta’s hand rested on Cassian’s broad chest, while Cassian’s hand wandered dangerously close to her ass. Elain’s cheeks were heating at their intimacy, but she dutifully took some pictures for the couple.

“Lucien!” Nesta suddenly called out, waving to someone behind them.

Oh fuck, Lucien is here. Elain’s heart rate accelerated, every hair on her body prickling with anticipation. She tried to appear blase as she turned around, but Mor still snickered at Elain’s doe eyes growing wider at the sight of Lucien.

He looks good. Elain blinked, trying to comprehend how a male could be so attractive. Oh, he looks really good.

Lucien was striding towards them, his full mouth quirked upwards in a wry grin at Nesta’s greeting and his shoulder-length red hair fluttering perfectly in the breeze. Though his shoulders and back were rolled back with impeccable posture, he still exuded a casual air by hooking a thumb through a belt loop and swinging his other hand lazily.

Lucien’s crisp white shirt had been tucked into a pair of straight brown slacks. And—dear gods—the first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a triangle of warm brown skin. Elain knew her face was burning up even as she averted her gaze, before she could be caught ogling at Lucien’s chest.

“Good to see you, Nesta,” Lucien replied, his voice low and delicious to Elain’s ears. Unable to look him in the eye, Elain stared at Lucien’s feet. He was wearing mossy green sneakers—did he buy them recently? She hadn’t seen him wear those before, and had been meticulously observing him during all his visits to Velaris. “Thanks for the invite, Cassian. I don’t usually come to Rita’s.”

Cassian’s grin was completely natural, despite the artificial nature of their outing.

“Happy to have you here,” he replied, clapping Lucien on the back. “It’s on me tonight, so drink up!” He led the way into Rita’s, everybody else following suit. Elain lingered back a half step, wondering how she would proceed.

“Hey, Lucien,” Mor said as she passed him. “How’s it going?”

“It’s alright,” Lucien shrugged his broad shoulders. “Busy putting out fires, as usual.”

“Well, that’s your specialty, isn’t it?” Mor laughed.”Come on, let’s go inside.” Mor gave the bouncer a nod in greeting, her face easily recognizable having been Rita’s patron for hundreds of years. She slipped through the door quickly, leaving Elain and Lucien still standing outside.

What the hell am I supposed to say? Elain clutched the strap of her purse, feeling overwhelmed at the aroma of crisp leaves, apples, and sun-warmed skin. Lucien’s scent.

“Hi,” was all she could muster. Elain waved her hand shyly. Lucien inclined his head, a neutral expression on his face. This was not at all what she’d imagined when she was getting dolled up for the night. Elain’s heart sank. She had been hoping for an appreciative up-down glance, or even a spark of interest in his eyes.

“After you,” Lucien responded, holding open the door. He held himself stiffly, so unlike the casual grace from before.

“Thanks,” Elain mumbled, ducking her head and rushing through. She clutched her purse to her chest, feeling like such a fool. Of all the things I should’ve said, why the hell did I start off with a hi, she fretted internally. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

She barely had time to dwell on her mishap, though, for the pleasure hall immediately bombarded her senses with flashing red and magenta lights, and booming music. Friday night at Rita’s was well underway.

Tonight’s theme was pink, apparently, judging from the cotton candy glow that illuminated Rita’s cavernous interior. It smelled pink, too, like strawberry taffy and peonies, with a hint of citrus. And while groups of Fae were already dancing to the buoyant pop music, Elain made a beeline for the bar. She needed a drink—desperately.

***Just before midnight***

Cassian said something to Lucien, the music too loud for Elain’s Fae hearing to pick up. Her mate’s grin the corners of his eyes. Lucien leaned into Cassian as he said something back, his shoulder brushing Cassian’s and his mouth inches away from the general’s ear. Elain shifted restlessly in her seat, squeezing her thighs together. The thought didn’t normally cross her mind, but…gods. She wanted to be Cassian more than anything at that moment.

Elain was three drinks deep—she’d counted a strawberry daiquiri, a sangria, and a rum soda—hoping to muster the courage to make a move on Lucien. But instead of feeling brave, Elain was frustratingly horny.

It didn’t help that Lucien was strikingly beautiful. No male could ever look like him, with the jagged scars running down the left side of his face and the golden mechanical eye that mesmerized Elain with its whorls and etched runes. Lord of Foxes, Rhys had nicknamed him. Fitting, since Lucien’s countenance was sharp and pensive, as if he was always thinking. What’s passing through your mind, Elain wondered. What do you think of me?

Lucien himself had downed six drinks, most of them from a drinking game with Cassian. Since the games were based on wit, not luck, Elain half-wondered if Lucien was losing on purpose to get free drinks. She also wondered if the alcohol was going to his head.

Because after his fourth drink, Elain had sensed him watching her throat move as she tipped her head back, swallowing the last of her cocktail. After his fifth drink, Lucien had made eye contact with her multiple times over the fan of cards in his hand, his eyes burning with molten intensity.

If the alcohol was encouraging Lucien to send sizzling looks her way, it still wasn’t pulling enough weight when it came to initiating conversation.

Lucien brought his sixth drink—a mint mojito—to his lips. The slant of his mouth against the rim of the cocktail glass made Elain’s own lips tingle, for it was impossible not to imagine him doing the same to her mouth. The tilt of his sharp jaw and the half-lidded close of Lucien’s eyes had Elain holding her breath. This is the last time I’m going to stare at Lucien for the next five minutes, she promised herself, for she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of her attention. He probably already knew she had checked him out multiple times in the past hour. The last time—

As if he could sense her thoughts, Lucien’s russet eye—the one facing Elain—opened mid-sip. Lucien’s eye narrowed into a sly smirk, his lips still on his drink, sending Elain reeling from the heady sizzle of heat that seared through their bond.

But Elain maintained steady eye contact with Lucien as he set his glass down. If he thought she was a trembling fawn, she would show him otherwise tonight. Mates are equals, are they not? I should be able to match Lucien’s wily stare, no problem.

“Wait, I need to use the bathroom,” Mor said, getting up, breaking the tension between Elain and Lucien.

Mor had just left when a young waiter, likely a University of Velaris student, came by with a tray of shots. “Five shots for Cassian?” he asked, checking the tablet with the orders.

“That’s me, thanks,” Cassian took the small platter from him. He turned back to the table with a broad grin. “A shot for you, a shot for you—oh don’t look at me like that Elain, you’re getting one too—a shot for you…oh, and I guess I’ll take Mor’s.” Cassian doled out small glasses of clear liquid to Nesta, Elain, and Lucien.

“Cheers!” Nesta whooped, raising her shot glass. She and Cassian looped arms, taking their shots at the same time. Elain sniffed the glass and blanched. It smelled like liquid death, strong enough to make her eyes water. She looked towards her sister for help, but Nesta was now busy pouring a bit of sugary cocktail down Cassian’s open mouth.

“Cheers,” she said coolly to Lucien, clinking his glass.

“Cheers,” he repeated, his brows raised in faint amusement. Elain swallowed down three-fourths of the glass quickly, but coughed and sputtered at the last bit. The burning bitterness of the alcohol was too much. “You alright?” Lucien asked, his gold eye fixated on her, whirring and clicking.

Damn, was that all it took for him to say something? I should’ve gotten Cassian to start shots earlier.

“Yeah,” Elain replied, wiping the edge of her mouth, still cringing at the disgusting residue on her tongue.

“Aw, come on, I can’t believe you guys did shots without me!” Mor pouted, having returned. “But don’t worry, I just got us another round.” She pulled a little platter out from behind her back with a wink. There was also a small bowl of lime wedges and salt on the tray, to her confusion.

Lucien chuckled slightly at Elain’s pained expression.

“You want to lick the salt, take the shot, and then suck on the lime,” Lucien advised Elain, leaning across the table to sprinkle some onto the back of her hand. “It’ll help with the taste.”

Elain blushed at the words “lick” and “suck” coming from Lucien’s mouth, so she only nodded furiously. After a resounding “cheers!” and a bracing of her gag reflex, the alcohol ended up going down more smoothly, thanks to the numbing salt and tangy sour of the lime.

“Fuck yeah, Elain’s taking it like a champ!” Nesta shouted, as Elain slammed the glass down, looking directly at Lucien. Elain blushed extra hard, for her mouth puckered around the lime in the most undignified manner when Lucien glanced at her.

“Forget the card game, let’s dance!” Mor suggested, capitalizing on the moment. Elain got up first, resisting the urge to glance at her mate. “Everyone, including you, Lucien!”

Rita’s consisted of three levels: a dance floor, a second level of booths and tables for parties and cards, and a third level of private rooms. The upper two levels overlooked the first, giving patrons a view of the writhing bodies below. The group descended to the first level, where thin streams of faelight extended from the ceiling to the floor, creating an illusion of falling water.

Fae were congregated in little dance circles, bobbing their heads and throwing hands up in the air. Pink-tinged faelight pulsated in sync with the chest-vibrating beats, drinks flowed freely on the sidelines as Fae of all backgrounds mingled gregariously.

It was a particularly festive night at Rita’s. After years of turmoil—first Amarantha, then Hybern, then the Asteri and Koschei—peace was finally here. Instead of partying recklessly like the world was ending, the Fae smiled and laughed as they danced and chatted. Tonight, Rita’s atmosphere was marked relief and hope for Prythian’s new era.

Mor worked her way into the center of the dance floor, the rest of the group following close behind. Her joints and limbs were a bit awkward, but Elain gamely moved with the beat, buoyed by the room’s vibrant energy. Next to her, Cassian tucked in his wings, making use of the little room they had to expertly spin Nesta. Elain smiled. The general had been practicing his dance moves, it seemed.

Mor had taken to dancing on her own, rolling her body and side-stepping in her heels to song after song. She knew all the words, and was not above singing loudly when a personal favorite came on.

Lucien, who had put Mor between himself and Elain, was seemingly lost in the music. The gold earring on the tip of his pointed ear twinkled in the pink light and the pale scar cutting down his face was stark as he tilted his head up. His eyes were closed, chin nodding with the music.

Elain took full liberty to stare at Lucien’s sculpted chest and his strong, brown forearms—revealed thanks to his rolled-up sleeves. Desire, itching for an outlet, burned in her throat like residual alcohol.

She had been shyly bouncing on her toes for the first few songs, which was how Elain knew the drinks from earlier kicked in. Her movements suddenly became fluid like butter, more frivolous. She didn’t care if anyone was watching now, not even Lucien. All Elain’s body wanted to do was dance the night away.

Left leg, right leg, and a gyrate of the hips. Left leg, right leg, a flick of her honey-brown hair and shimmy of her shoulders. Hop, hop, hop to the beat. Left leg, right leg, swing to the side. Was this what Nesta and Mor felt when they commanded the ballroom floor during the Hewn City Solstice? This melting of notes, this frenzy of accelerating beats, this arcing melody that guided her body along the river of song?

Mist pumped onto the dance floor, muting the flashing lights in a dream-like haze. Elain threw her hands up and cheered with the rest of the crowd when the beat dropped, the floor vibrating as everybody jumped with frenzy. Being tipsy smoothed over any pain points in her feet and made her forget how clunky her heels were.

Elain wasn’t sure how much time had passed. She had made sure to stay within the confines of their little circle earlier, but now Elain could care less about the strangers’ bodies that kept bumping into hers. If Rita’s got more crowded during the last few minutes, she didn’t mind at all. The more people, the more fun to be had.

The circle of constellations on Rita’s high ceiling, with its painted animals and mythological Fae, swam in Elain’s vision. Her lips parted in breathless admiration: she was weightless in a sea of stars and pink, her body so dizzyingly spinning as if she would ascend to those heights any moment now. Elain’s ankle buckled when she landed a tad too hard.

“Steady there.” A voice Elain knew all too well murmured lowly by her ear. That voice was accompanied by a calloused hand she was less familiar with, the warm palm steadying her bare shoulder. Lucien. An electric shiver ran down Elain’s spine at her mate’s touch. He must’ve been with me this whole time, Elain realized.

“Hello.” She half-turned, suddenly aware of how close Lucien was. His scent, of sweet apples and sunlight, wreathed around her, drawing Elain in like a moth to a flame.

“Hey.” By the Cauldron, how could such a beautiful male be her mate? Elain was tempted to run her hands through that silky long hair. She longed to caress the high cheekbones and brutal scarred rivulets of skin, to memorize the shape of his face with her hand. She wanted to pull him down by the collar of his shirt, until she knew what those lips tasted like. She must have been staring open-mouthed at him like a fish, for Lucien’s handsome brow furrowed with concern. “Do you need to get back to the others?”

She could barely hear him, but Elain shook her head fervently. “No, I still want to dance.” Lucien’s eyes flickered, scanning her to make sure she was as alright as she claimed. “Will you stay here? With me?” Elain blurted out.

Gods, the alcohol…it certainly made her more expressive and less preoccupied with what others—including Lucien—might think. Her mate was so tall that the bobbing of his throat was at eye level when Lucien swallowed. Elain fixated on the little groove at the base of his neck, wondering what it would be like to kiss it. To mark it, with a juvenile hickey, so that the other females would know he was hers. Her instincts sharpened into something territorial, ready to snap at anyone who dared lay hands—or eyes—on her mate. Lucien was hers tonight.

“Yes, of course.”

Fuck, yes. Elain turned back around, unable to hide the victorious smile on her face. Did she know what she would do next? No, but it didn’t matter if Lucien was beside her. His simple presence was more than enough to light her up, renewing her energy to dance.

The song was faster now, crowd around them surging back and forth like the choppy sea, pushing her up against Lucien every few beats. Elain savored it every time it happened, leaning more into her mate and even wiggling her hips against him as a sign of encouragement.

Would Lucien take it?

Elain’s breath hitched with excitement when she felt broad hands rest lightly on her waist. Elain’s nerves sparked delightfully in response. “It’s just me,” Lucien reminded her, his breath tickling her ear.”

If she turned and tilted her head just so slightly, she would be kissing him. But even in her heady buzz, Elain held herself back. She leaned against Lucien instead and moved as the song demanded of her. Lucien kept his hands placed on her waist, but the thin fabric of her dress made it obvious whenever his fingers shifted against her hips.

A feeling of security settled deep in her bones as she swayed against Lucien. Her mate had a strong sense of rhythm, for he matched her steps and mirrored every roll and gyrate of her lithe body. They were well-matched on the dance floor, utterly perceptive to the changes each song elicited from each other.

“You’ve been such a tease,” Lucien hummed in her ear, his voice low and sultry. “I was wondering when you were going to drop your good girl act.”

Elain’s response was to bend forward slightly and grind her ass against Lucien. She didn’t really know what she was doing—she hadn’t done this before—but Lucien’s grip tightened on her hips. Pulling her flush against him.

Fuck…the growing erection she felt against her ass only made Elain’s head buzz even more. Her core clenched at the thought of Lucien’s cock sliding along her ass, between her thighs, through her—

“Shit, Elain,” Lucien groaned as she straightened back up. His russet eye was dark with blatant desire when she glanced back.

“What, didn’t think I had it in me?” she shouted over the loud music. Lucien’s grin was positively wicked as he pulled her hips towards him again.

“I always knew you had it in you. Like I said, I’ve just been waiting for you to show me.” Lucien splayed his palm against her lower belly, running it up her abdomen. More, more, I need more. Elain heaved a shaky breath when Lucien’s hand traveled up between the valley of her breasts to play with the gold necklace she was wearing, her mind wandering to all the things he could do with those dexterous fingers.

“Want me to show you again?” Elain asked slyly.

“Fuck, yes, Elain. What do you mean, want me to show you again?” Lucien’s tone was teasingly indignant. Elain was slightly more practiced this time, relishing the way Lucien’s body moved in sync with her hips. The air was musky with the scent of Lucien’s arousal, twining around Elain’s instincts and driving her urges up, up, up.

She turned to face Lucien fully when DJ transitioned from techno pop into one of her guilty-pleasure songs, making Elain even more giddy. The two bounced up and down, half-shouting half-singing the raunchy lyrics to each other. Somehow, Lucien knowing all the words made Elain want him even more. When Lucien tipped his head back and laughed, the look of pure, unfettered joy on his face induced a twinge in Elain’s heart.

Lucien’s hands returned to her body, gently stroking her waist and cradling her close with a hand on her back. Now that she was facing his chest, Elain couldn’t fight the urge to trace the edges of his open shirt, marveling at the hard lines and gleaming bronze of his skin.

“When I first saw you tonight,” Lucien said in her ear, leaning down. “I wondered if you had any idea just how beautiful you were.”

“Says the male who had no reaction when he saw me,” Elain replied, slightly indignant. Lucien’s hand grazed the small of her back, drifting closer to the curve of her ass. It was difficult decide whether she wanted to lean into his broad chest, or lean back until her ass filled his hand.

“An emissary always knows how to keep a poker face.” Lucien chuckled lowly, nipping the tip of her pointed ear delicately. Elain shivered from the bite of pressure, the pleasing sensation traveling down her spine. “I initially caught sight of you when Mor winnowed in, so I had a couple minutes to collect myself, actually.”

Elain blushed.

“If we’re going to reveal our tricks to each other…I actually asked Nesta and Cassian to help with setting something up between us,” she confessed.

“I know.” Lucien’s grin was teasing. “Cassian was being quite obvious.”

“Oh, Cauldron!” Elain cried, mortification rising. She buried her face against Lucien’s chest, inhaling his natural, crisp scent as well as his arousal.

“There’s a reason why he’s a general, not an emissary,” Lucien joked. He took one of Elain’s hands into his, spinning her around to break her embarrassment, and brought her back against him with ease. “Even then, I thought it was too good to be true. Elain Archeron, finally going out of her way to interact with little Lucien.”

Elain wrapped her arms around Lucien’s neck, pressing every available inch of herself against his body. There was nothing little about Lucien—especially if they were going to acknowledge the hardened length she felt against her stomach.

“Is that why you’ve been so standoffish?” Elain demanded.

“Partly,” Lucien admitted, still keeping them in sync with the beat by taking little steps forward, backwards, and side-to-side. Elain followed his lead, savoring Lucien’s fluid motions and his warm hands on her body. “I was waiting for you to take the lead.”

“Hmph,” Elain pouted, turning her doe brown eyes up. The glittery eyeshadow Feyre had dusted over her lids shimmered under the pink light, making her look particularly ethereal. “I wouldn’t have taken you for a passive male.”

“Oh, I’m not.” Lucien winked, a mischievous gesture that had Elain’s heart stuttering. “But this…our mating bond…I wanted to treat it with more care.” His large hand had migrated downwards, caressing the shape of her ass.

“Oh? And this is what you’re doing? Treating me with care?” Elain replied coyly, still obsessed with tracing Lucien’s chest through his open shirt. Lucien inhaled sharply at her feather-light touch, his russet eye darkening.

“I’m appreciating your ass,” he clarified, articulating the word ‘appreciating’ with an edge of sarcasm. “A respectable male like me would never deign to grab it—or smack it.”

Elain stretched up until her mouth was near her mate’s ear.

“But what if I want you to smack it?” Lucien threw his head back and laughed, a throaty, genuine sound.

“That’s the alcohol speaking for you, Elain. Let’s save the ass-slapping for later.” Later, he had said, Elain’s chest tightening with giddy anticipation. There’s going to be a later. At least Lucien’s hand inched further down, cupping her ass and kneading the soft flesh. Not quite a slap, but still offering some of the attention Elain was desperate for.

“Mmmm,” she hummed against his chest, eyes closed in bliss. Lucien kept his hand possessively on her rump, pressing her snugly against him. Elain sang her heart out, grabbing Lucien’s other hand and hoisting it into the air whenever the chorus played. She’d sobered up now, but Rita’s was still a sensory overload: loud music drowning out her everyday stresses, Lucien’s cloying scent and arousal, his devilishly perfect face and mismatched eyes being all she could see, the heat emanating from his body, and his hands all over her.

Lucien whistled loudly when Elain decided to shimmy down, running her hands along his body as she got low on bent knees.

“That’s my girl,” he praised, using two fingers to tilt her chin sensually as she came back up. Lucien’s expression of approval and hunger boosted Elain’s confidence through Rita’s lofty ceiling, her inner vixen purring at Lucien’s words.

She wasn’t sure how many more songs passed. Maybe it was because each one was more “danceable” than the last. Or maybe it was because she was with Lucien. Her mate’s energy was boundless: his feet were nimble, his shoulders were sharp, his claps were perfectly on beat.

He matched her moves perfectly. When Elain body-rolled against him, his hand was always on her lower back to steady her. When she leaned in, Lucien’s lips were poised at the tips of her ear or along her jaw, in a ghost of a kiss he would not bring to completion. When Elain sashayed forward, Lucien took the appropriate steps back, before returning the gesture with artful steps of his feet.

She may have hooked her fingers through his belt loops a couple times, yanking him closer whenever she felt he was getting a little too far away. There were moments when Lucien dipped his head low, heightening the delicious, stomach-tightening tension between them. Electricity practically crackled as Lucien’s golden eye shimmered and whirred, savoring the presence of his mate.

But at some point, Elain’s feet began to ache. And it dawned just then how dry her mouth was, before spiraling into a realization of how sweaty it was in the middle of the dance floor.

“I need to get a drink,” she shouted into Lucien’s ear. He nodded, and protectively led her out of the dancing masses. Elain squeezed her way back to the table upstairs, where Nesa, Cassian, and Mor had apparently been hanging out the entire time.

“Welcome back!” Cassian grinned smugly, holding out a hand for Lucien to clap as Mor scooted down the horseshoe-shaped booth, making room. Lucien sat down besides Elain and poured her a cup of crisp, icy water. It was absolutely delicious.

“How are you feeling?” Mor asked. The female’s brown eyes regarded Elain briefly, before shifting into a sly I-saw-you type of expression. Elain blushed vividly. Mor’s gift of truth likely meant she saw just how close and personal Elain got with Lucien—if she wasn’t already watching them from above.

“Sober,” Elain replied. Lucien, still talking to Nesta, distractedly moved Elain’s wavy hair behind her shoulder, smoothing the frizz down by running his fingers gently through it. The completely natural air of his gesture, made Elain melt a little at her mate’s attentiveness and care. “I’m a bit tired, though.”

“Oh, come on, Elain! We just started this card game!” whined Nesta. “We can’t leave yet!” Cassian flashed Elain a wink when Lucien was preoccupied with the chips and dip on the table.

Elain blinked.

“Oh….oh!” She flusteredly understood Cassian’s message.”I-I wouldn’t want to interrupt…perhaps Lucien can escort me home?”

Lucien nodded, taking one last swig of water. “Sure,” he replied, getting up from the table and offering his arm. Elain’s hand tingled when she placed it on his forearm. It was nice and solid, warm and safe. She hoped the pink faelight hid her blush when she recalled how that same forearm was previously wrapped around her stomach, pulling her back flush against his muscled body…

She clung more tightly to him once they stepped out into the chilly night air. Elain figured Lucien could have just winnowed them back to the River House, so she appreciated the fact that he was willing to walk. The main thoroughfares of Velaris were still well-lit, with night owls bustling and chatting. Stars twinkled in the velvet black sky, the moon glowed in its shapely crescent.

“Where are you going after?” Elain asked, hoping to prolong the time they could spend together.

“My apartment in Velaris,” Lucien replied, glancing down with a small smile. “It’s too late to winnow back to the human lands.”

Elain didn’t know how to respond to that. Did dancing sensually together bring them close enough for her to invite herself over? Still, the question ‘can I come over’ felt too forward to her. And saying ‘I’d like to see your place someday’ sounded awkward, since Lucien was hardly ever in Velaris. Part of her wished they were going home together, wherever “home” could be.

“Let’s give your feet a rest,” Lucien noted, steering them to a gurgling fountain in a small square. They had escaped the hubbub of central Velaris into a residential area, though a couple Fae were spotted walking their dogs on the street. Elain sat down on the fountain’s cool stone edge, the night air wicking away the remainder of her sweat. She was about to take off her shoes, when Lucien said, “allow me.”

He sat down beside her on the fountain, propping her leg onto his muscled thigh. Ever so gently, Lucien undid the strap of Elain’s chunky purple heel, massaging the reddened skin with firm fingers after he slipped the shoe off. That feels nice, Elain thought, resisting the urge to make satisfied noises that would sound too much like moans. I haven’t had someone take care of me like this in a while.

Lucien did the same to her other shoe, his focused expression making Elain soft. He seems witty and sarcastic all the time, but he’s kind and gentle underneath. He’s confident in his looks, but never overly cocky like other Fae males. I hate that I waited this long before trying to know him better, Elain thought, though she knew perfectly well that she had not been in the right headspace to consider a mate when she had been freshly Made Fae.

She swung her legs off his lap when Lucien finished. Her mate started to get up.

“Wait,” Elain said suddenly, gripping his wrist. She gulped nervously, heart beating faster than a rabbit’s at Lucien’s concerned expression. She’d grabbed him in a spur-of-the-moment impulse, and was suddenly left without any words to say. I don’t want the night to end, Elain thought. Please…stay with me a bit longer.

Elain’s earnest, doe-brown eyes glimmered and blinked up at her mate in the moonlight. They skimmed his exposed chest through his shirt and traveled up the strong column of his throat. They lingered on Lucien’s full lips and brushed over his high cheekbones, before settling on his eyes. She wanted him so badly, it almost hurt to breathe.

“Elain, are you alright—” Lucien tried to say, but Elain was already leaning in.

Her soft berry-colored lips grazed his, promptly shutting Lucien up.

Elain had severely misjudged her incoming angle, for she ended up kissing only half of Lucien’s mouth. Elain’s cheeks flaming as she pulled away. Holy shit, I’m probably worst kisser Lucien has ever had and I am his MATE. Embarrassment crowded out all other thoughts, including the very important thoughts that should have remembered how her first kiss with Lucien felt.

But Lucien had gone utterly still, his chiseled face a deep red. Even his golden eye had stopped whirring.

“I’m sorry,” Elain nearly whispered, her voice small. “I should’ve asked if…if you wanted a kiss.” Lucien shook himself out of his daze, blinking. Composing himself quickly, Lucien looked down at Elain with a sly smirk.

“Oh, come on, Elain. Give me a proper kiss, won’t you?”

“Wh-what?” Elain stuttered, not sure if she heard him right.

“Like this, silly.” Lucien leaned down, broad hand cupping the underside of Elain’s jaw as he slanted his mouth over hers. Warmth blossomed within Elain’s chest as the golden thread within her glowed with the light of the sun. Lucien’s kiss…it was so magical, so full, so sweet…it was simply perfect. Just the right amount of pressure, the perfect fit of his full lips against her rosebud lips.

They broke apart after several moments, though Elain petulantly felt it was altogether too short. Now that she kissed Lucien once, all she wanted to do was kiss him again. It looked like her mate was feeling the same way, for Lucien’s chest was heaving slightly, the warring disbelief and desire in his eyes a contrast to his suave demeanor.

“Again, please.” Elain hadn’t realized she’d uttered those words until Lucien kissed her again, more deeply this time.

So this is what kissing is supposed to feel like, Elain thought, just before she let the reins of self-control go. She didn’t care that they were making out in a public space. Didn’t stress if she was a bad kisser. She simply leaned into the moment, letting her body respond to the cues from his, savoring every kiss he bestowed upon her.

Elain stopped kissing Lucien to catch her breath, her cheeks flushed and brown eyes half-lidded with yearning under the moonlight. Lucien looked similarly disheveled, with the collar of his shirt askew and swollen mouth parted slightly.

His hand was still caressing her cheek, his touch stirring Elain’s instincts. She was burning with desire, too ready to jump out of her own skin and continue down the path of where they left off. But a public fountain was no place to be engaging in such lascivious activities.

“Would…would you like to come over?” Lucien asked, as if he was reading her thoughts.

“Fuck, yes, Lucien. What do you mean, would you like to come over?” Elain grinned as she invoked the same teasing indignation from earlier.

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What about mean Stepbrother!Steve who hates it when you start dating his best friend and will do just about anything to fuck it up for you. Including taking photos of you in the shower and sending them to his basketball team mates from 'your' tinder account.

You'd find out, of course. And then he'd have to show you exactly where your place is under his roof. On your fucking knees with your panties shoved inside your pussy and his dick up your ass.

Anyway, ignore this if you want 😂

Love you 💗

Cry, Little Sister

Pairing: Mean!Stepbrother!Steve x Stepsister!Reader, Bucky x Reader (established).

Words: 1.8K.

Warnings: non-con, high school AU, mean!Steve is mean but it’s me… you should all know this by now, reader and Steve are both of age, a frustrating lack of communication which could’ve easily prevented this whole scenario from happening but oh well, catfishing, non-consent of sharing explicit images, non-consent of taking explicit images, explicit sexual content, humiliation, unprotected sex, anal sex, creampie, implied rough oral sex (male receiving), implied forced multiple orgasms, items being placed inside vagina (underwear), 18+. MINORS DNI.

A/N: Trust you to come up with such a debauched idea… and trust me to write it. You know I could never in a million years ignore this LOL Beta: @princessmisery666 but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Please support our content creators by sharing our work.

The minute you step inside the gymnasium, a quiet descends as if they were all just talking about you. You can feel a thousand pairs of eyes on you.

“Nice tits!” Someone yells. Half of the crowd erupts into laughs and catcalls while the other half discreetly giggle behind their palms, careful to not let you see them joining in too.

You hurry to your spot on the bleachers, hushed whispers echoing long after you sit down. Even Katie, who’s ‘dating’ your stepbrother Steve— if you can even call being fuck buddies a relationship— avoids eye contact with you when you try to talk to her. You don’t know what you could’ve done to upset her because she was fine with you at lunch, even partnered up with you last period, but you attempt to shrug it off as you pull your phone from the bag at your feet.

There are dozens of texts and missed calls from your boyfriend Bucky, but you don’t get the opportunity to check anything when the door leading to the locker room opens with a loud crash and the room falls silent. You look up, perplexed as Bucky storms over, face red and filled with ire.

“Buck, baby, what’s w-” You stand up hurriedly as he approaches you, but he slaps your hand away when you reach out to touch his arm.

“Don’t baby me. I can’t believe you’ve got the nerve to show up here after what you’ve done,” he spits at you, lips curled up into a snarl. “How could you?”

“How could I wh-what?” you stutter. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He’s going to do this here, in front of the entire school?

Bucky shakes his head in disbelief, puffing out a frustrated breath. “Just quit lying alright, I’ve seen the pictures.” He eyes the crowd behind you. “Everyone has seen the pictures.” He actually looks hurt.

“Pictures? I don’t understand, what pi-”

He’s quick to cut you off. “We’re over.”

Oh. He is. He did.

Embarrassment and shame creeps up your neck like a rash, and tears sting hot in your eyes as you stare down your now ex-boyfriend, confused beyond belief.

You look away, trying to seek out some clarity and a friendly face from Katie, but she quickly averts her gaze. The crowd is eerily quiet now— so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Tears flow freely as you reach behind you and grab your bag, giving Bucky one last look in the hopes he’ll soften at the sight of your distress. He doesn’t.

Don’t let them see you cry. Don’t let them see you cry, you chant to yourself as you run out.

Sobs wrack your body as you hear the door slam shut behind you, practically running across the parking lot to your car. Tears blind your vision and a million thoughts fog your mind so much that you don’t catch sight of your stepbrother until you’re almost on top of him.

Steve is literally the last person on earth you want to see right now. You hurry to school your features, not wanting him to see you so visibly upset, knowing it’ll only give him ammunition to mock you.

“What do you want? Shouldn’t you be getting ready for the game?” you ask with a little sniff.

Steve shrugs, ignoring your question. He looks pissed, but then again, he always looks pissed when you’re around. “I always knew you were a little whore, but I never expected you’d go this far for some dick.”

You’re just as baffled by his comment as you were by Bucky’s, but you’re not in any mood to entertain it. You just want to go home and hide.

Stepping up to the car door, you attempt to reach for the handle but Steve moves to prevent you from doing so. “Please, just move out of my way.”

“Why’d you do it?”

“Do what, Steve?” you huff, voice thick.

He pulls his phone out of his pocket, taps the screen a few times and finally turns it to face you.

Your blood runs cold at the image of you in the shower— breasts visibly on show as is the small thatch of curls above your pussy. Soap and bubbles coat your skin as your head is tipped back, washing shampoo from your hair.

“Dating my best friend is one thing, but to find out my slut of a stepsister has been trying it on with my teammates too?”

A lump in your throat forms as your stomach starts to tie itself in nauseating knots. “I mean… I don’t… understand.”

None of this makes any sense to you.

“What’s there to understand? You made a Tinder profile and started sexting my buddies. You even asked Chris and Tony for a threesome!”

Screwing up your nose, you try to hide your disgust at the thought of his friends naked. Yuck.

“No!” you protest, shaking your head furiously. “I didn’t! I don’t even have Tinder!”

Steve brings up the profile in question and it’s unmistakably you. Your age, location, picture and a questionable bio that makes your heart drop.

Young enough to be flexible, old enough to be experienced ;) HMU xoxo

You drive home in a rage. Who would want to make a fake profile for you? Why would they want to? To split you and Bucky up? You know of a handful of girls who didn’t take the news of you dating Bucky well, and you wouldn’t put it past them to do such a thing. High school girls are lethal but this seems like a step too far. Besides, how would they be able to get hold of such an intimate photo? Especially one you haven’t even taken yourself. Questions fire around in your brain one hundred per second as you try to figure out who’s behind all this.

Who hates you? Who has access? Who’s cruel enough?

That’s when it hits you. The only person who would ever have this kind of access and would take a finite amount of pleasure in your social destruction, is the one you happen to live in the same house as.

Steve.

His bedroom is already a mess when you start ransacking it, desperate to find any evidence to prove that your crazy theories aren’t unfounded. Could it really be Steve who set this whole profile up to sabotage your relationship? Is he really that twisted?

It worries you more than it doesn’t surprise you. This isn’t the first time he’s tried to get between you and Bucky so it certainly makes sense. He’s never liked the idea of you dating his best friend. Come to think of it, you haven’t been on good terms since your parents got married.

You’re about to open his nightstand when a rough, familiar voice booms from behind you. “What the fuck are you doing?”

It makes you jump, but you manage to steady yourself just enough to bite back with, “Where is it, Steve?”

“Where’s what?”

“The secret camera you use to take pictures of me.”

He laughs. Like full on belly laughs. Amused that you’ve clearly had a psychotic break. “Are you fuckin’ high?”

“I’m serious you asshole!” you storm over to him. “Is this what gets you off? Ruining my relationship because your best friend would rather spend time with your sister than you? What kind of sick pervert are you?”

“Step sister,” he spits like venom as his eyes narrow to slits. “And watch your fuckin’ tone with me,” he warns.

“If you think I’m going to talk to you respectfully when you’ve been catfishing me to the entire county then you’re more unhinged than I thought,” you hiss and out of pure fury, you push him.

Steve’s cobalt eyes glare at you before he lunges forward, grabbing you by the throat and shoves you harshly against the wall. “And if you think I won’t have you thrown out of this house and sent back to that piece of shit you call a father, you’re more naive than I thought.”

“Just wait ‘til I tell my mom what you’ve been doing.” You try to sound intimidating, but your voice comes out as a pathetic squeak.

He shrugs, seemingly unbothered by your threat. “Then I’ll just show her the messages you’ve sent me.”

What?!

Steve shakes his head with a little tut. “Whatever will she think when she finds out her perfect little angel has been pleading with her big brother to spit on her pussy while he fucks her in the ass?”

You stare back at him, horrified. “You’re disgusting.”

His lips curl up into a cruel smirk. “You don’t know the half of it.”

Face down in a pile of Steve’s dirty clothes, the faint smell of his shower gel and the aftershave you hate clings to the material and in turn, sticks to you like syrup. He’s everywhere around you all at once— in the back of your throat as you inhale his scent and deep inside your ass as his balls slap wetly against your cheeks. There’s no escaping his presence, even when you try to disassociate and the sensory overload is enough to push you to the verge of tears yet again.

You can barely see over the laundry, but the view you do have of the mirror to your left is enough to make you wish you were struck blind.

Steve’s behind you, hands pushing down on your shoulder blades to keep your ass high while he fucks it. The pain has long since fizzled away into a warped buzz of pleasure, and when he gently tugs on your ruined pink panties hanging from your drenched cunt, the lewd combination sends flames of heat right into the depths of your pelvis.

The angle isn’t outright obscene, but you can see enough to anticipate his thrusts before they jolt your entire body. Tears wet your cheeks as he continues to fuck you, breathlessly shifting between berating and praising you.

“Fuck, think this might be my new favorite hole,” Steve grits out, voice husky and thick.

He’s already come inside your pussy, plugging it shut with your underwear to keep his sticky-hot load from dripping out.

“Don’t want any to go to waste,” he had sneered in your ear.

The wetness from your salty tears make the corners of your lips smart, and you blanch as you lick them away, the briny taste of Steve’s dick and your own juices still heavy on your tongue.

You don’t bother to protest— crying has gotten you nowhere so far, but the whimpers that escape you are purely a product of the force in which he drives himself back inside you. It’s clear he thinks you’re trying to beg him to stop, and in frustration he growls, ripping the panties from your cunt with a sharp tug. The sensation sends ripples through your core and you come unexpectedly with a muffled cry. Your body is exhausted from overstimulation, but you still find yourself shaking uncontrollably beneath him as your asshole tightens around his cock like a vice.

“Holy shit,” Steve grunts, laughter thick in his tone as he shoves the soaked cotton of your underwear past your lips. “Remember this moment next time you mouth off at me, little sis. I fuckin’ own you and this pretty little ass.”

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#sweeterthanthis #answered #request #steve rogers #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fanfiction #chris evans fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #mcu fanfiction

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pleasereadmeok · 5 months

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A Goode year ... 2023

Time for my usual review of Matthew Goode's year. Every year I sit down to write these thinking - hmm - we didn’t see enough of Matthew Goode this year. [NEVER enough] But then each year I’m surprised by how busy he is. But this year we had several months of Goodey being MIA. How did we cope?

January -

You can tell I'm searching for 'news' when the biggest thing that happened in January was the release of a 13 year old interview with Matthew on the Ellen Show! Well it got us excited coz most of the old YouTubes of it had disappeared.

[📷 screenshot by @matthewgiggles - she did 1061 of these babies 👏] Oh and Matthew was robbed in the Critics Choice Awards for his performance in 'The Offer' . ROBBED!!! Oh well - at least he was nominated.

February -

Not a Goode month - I seriously couldn't find any Goode news in the archive.

March -

In March we got excited about Matthew playing either A RABBIT or a hedgehog (coz we will take ANYTHING during this drought) in a new animation 'Tally Ho' also known as 'Spiked'.

📷 @goodecollective Hoping Matthew plays Walter the rabbit coz that's a bigger part - but I guess he could be the older brother.

April -

We got our first look at Matthew filming 'Freud's Last Session' -

[📷 Mark Doyle/Splash News]

... and the first 'official' promo pics from Sony Pictures Classics -

... And, bizarrely, the Whitehead Railway Museum (a location for FLS) spilled the beans that we'd see this in December.

May -

We were starved of Goode news -

June -

I mean WTF happened in June?

By July -

We were starting to worry....

August -

Luckily some more FLS casting news started trickling out and we were READY.

Oh and some of Matthew's costumes for ADOW were up for auction - so hopefully some lucky fans are sniffing those as I write this -

In September -

We started getting little bit of buzz about Matthew being a contender for Best Supporting Actor Oscars. 😯

And then towards the end of the month - this happened -

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Matthew and ex F1 World champ Jenson Button doing lots of outdoorsy stuff to promote Hackett London's Autumn Winter collection -

Hallelujah - proof of life at last!

As well as the vid we were treated to loads of gorgeous promo pics by Charlie Gray. 😍

October -

Started off about the devil game golf. Matthew played at the Dunhill Links golf tournament -

📷 Dunhill Links and 'Gaz the Caddie'

So great that @asgoodeasgold was there so we got some gorgeous pics. Check them out here -https://www.tumblr.com/asgoodeasgold/730860856364122112/im-so-glad-you-enjoyed-goodeywatch-thank-you?source=share

Then, at last, we got a sneaky look at 'Freud's Last Session' -

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... and guess what? Matthew was SO goode.

The movie premiered at AFI Fest but sadly, due to the strike, we missed out on seeing Matthew there. The review started appearing and guess what - our guy did good. More than holding his own working with Sir Anthony Hopkins so who could ask for more?

November

The superlatives about Matthew's performance as C.S. Lewis kept on coming. AND Matthew was spotted in Seville with his mate Jenson again for yet another Hackett campaign...

📷 all from @RenegadeJFG Twitter.

December

OMG there has been so much Goode action I don't know where to start. Matthew packed with so many interviews, zooms and articles to promote 'Freud's Last Session'. Exhausting for Matthew and a bit overwhelming for fans - but I'm not complaining. Here's just few appearances -

Matthew's interviews gave us some fascinating insights to the type of human he really is and what he believes - as well as the usual fun, laughter and the constant 'non-verbal leakage' that he is SO aware of.

AND a few hints that he is in talks to reprise BOB!

We got the official trailer in December and 'Freud's Last Session' had a limited release in the US (L.A. and New York).

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Matthew has continued to receive great reviews for his work in FLS and let's hope that directors and award voters sit up and take notice!

So what will the next year bring? Well - it's looking goode.

#matthew goode #matthewgoode #freud's last session #a discovery of witches #adow #tally ho #photoshoots

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samheughanswife · 11 months

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Pissed off, Petty, Petulant @Pity Party

The #sagaftrastrike came into affection. It pains me to do this, having worked on several projects over a long period of time that I am so proud of. This is my passion, profession and purpose, but as a show of solidarity, I was asked not to work as an "Actor" anymore. So this will be my last promotion until things are sorted out. Please enjoy all the new @outlander_starz eps in the meantime and hope things get resolved quickly

Sam Heughan

Just like the Hawaii tempest, Sam had what we here in 🇦🇺 call a dummy spit ( for the non 🇦🇺 dummy is a pacifier). Tantrum thrown and then he was advised to delete, or he came to his senses pretty damn quickly. Before he was damned.

How quickly the recent past was forgotten. Working journey man actor. Living paycheck to paycheck. That Taurus bull stamping and bellowing. What did he mean ‘I was asked to not work as an ‘Actor’ anymore 😵‍💫

Solidarity, begrudgingly.

Where there perhaps other reasons that brought about the pity party?

Could it have been after Sam was informed his best mate Graham was going to be spruiking Kentucky bourbon. Pissed off.

MIK2 and the leads are exclusively associated with Sassenach Spirits, and this has been the established standard since Sassenach was launched. Because it’s all about GGC booze. Not American bourbon. Very pissed off!

😬

We all know Graham will grasp every single opportunity thrown to him. Who remembers the $12K con that he promoted a few years ago. He did truly believe that he had the pulling ⭐️ power of Sam. So he naturally believes he can sell booze and expect Sam to be magnanimous 🤣

If memory serves me correctly the kilt travel show was originally Graham’s idea 🤔

🫣

Last I checked there are 2 posts on the grid, photos and MIK2esque videos let’s see how this develops!

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profound-imagination · 2 years

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Finding Home - Eris Vanserra - Part 5

A/N: Sorry it has taken a while to update! Disney and Universal have been non-stop! Having a great time though! It's a short chapter but I wanted to update!!

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Azriel was speaking but you couldn't hear him, it was like your head was being held underwater. "You can't go back to Autumn, like Lucien." Azriel's words were clanging around in your head as you gripped onto his forearms, to his credit, Az was the only thing keeping you upright at the moment. "Can't go back to Autumn." Can't go home. Sound came back to you as Azriel lowered his mouth to your ear. "He didn't tell you?" You shook your head. "Okay, just keep dancing, I'll get you out of here, don't break yet." You gave him the slightest of nods and continued to dance, double checking your walls were up, you didn't want Eris in your head right now, didn't want him knowing anything was wrong. You weren't ready to face him.

The cold night air hits you like a wall when Azriel had skillfully maneuvered you outside, he'd kept his back to Eris, his wings hiding you from view. "Az, is this a way to keep me here?" You breathed to the Shadowsinger. His intense eyes met yours as he shook his head. "No one is going to keep you here, you just can't go to Autumn." You couldn't believe what was happening, had Eris really agreed to this and then promised you that you wouldn't be kept from him? "I want to go back to Winter if I can't go with him, back to the cottage, I don't belong here, Az." You were getting frantic and you were panicking, Azriel nodded. "I'll take you there myself, but not tonight, you need to speak to Eris first." Tears started to fall down your cheeks. "Why didn't he tell me, Az?" He sighed "I don't know, maybe he wanted you to enjoy tonight? For you to be with your family so you knew you had every single one of us here to support you when he did?" You rolled your eyes at him. "You're meant to be on my side, Az." He wiped the tears from your cheeks and said "Are we going back in, or would you like me to take you back to the house?"

Azriel had escorted you back to the house, Blaze was thrilled you were home, abandoning Nox, Nyx and the Wraith babysitters and followed you like a shadow. You'd just removed your makeup when Eris burst through the bedroom door, Blaze let out a happy yelp at the sight of him. "What's wrong, love?" He asked, ignoring the puppy, his eyes were full of panic but you were full of anger. "One second you were there, the next you were gone and you're blocking me out?" You scoffed at him and he furrowed his brows. "I'm blocking you out?! Were you going to tell me that I can't come home with you or were you just going to leave me here?!" His mouth fell open but you didn't give him a chance to speak as you continued. "Is a crown and a throne really that important to you? Can you not just be happy with me?!" He blinked twice. "Love, it's not like that!" You rolled your eyes "Then what is it like, Eris?" You snapped at him. "I did it for us!" You scoffed. "Us?! How does being a High Lord make any difference to us?! I love you Eris, for you, the sweet male who saved me when I needed saving, the one who taught me how to dance, the one who built a life with me in a cosy little cottage!" He stepped towards you, you stepped backwards and he sighed. "You would be my High Lady, my equal in every way, we'd rule together, build a better Court, open it up to visitors." You scoffed again. "I don't care about that, I never wanted to be a High Lady! I just want my mate!" He took another step towards you and you stood your ground. "Y/N, I need you to understand that this is my life, it's all I've ever known, it's all I've trained for, to be a High Lord."

Silence hung in the room while you formulated a response. Eris was wringing his hands nevously as you opened your mouth to speak. "That's not good enough, Eris. Tomorrow morning Azriel will take me back to the cottage in Winter. When you decide you need your mate, that's where I'll be." He visibly tensed at Azriel's name. "Love, please don't do this, don't push me out." You met his eyes. "You decided for me Eris, your decision cut me out of your life, I'd follow you anywhere, but you've made a deal where I can't even come home with you." He opened his mouth to speak but no words came. "Please leave me alone, I'll come and say goodbye in the morning, but I can't even look at you right now." The words left your mouth so quickly but so quietly you weren't sure he heard them. He had heard them, he was on his knees before you. "I'll come with you, I'll give it all up." The word you spoke next surprised not only him but yourself as well. "No."

You had settled into a routine over the following months, had settled into life in the Winter Court. It had taken Eris less than a week to earn your forgiveness, it wasn't hard considering you'd take him in any way than not have him at all. Blaze had stayed with you, well, he'd been left with you and had huffed about it for the first month of living in Winter. You weren't sure who missed Eris more, you or him. Each time Eris visited he looked worse and worse, more exhausted and there was less fire in his eyes each time. His father was running him ragged and had piled responsibilities on him on top of the ones he already had, a tactic to keep him away from you, but he still came, was still with you three nights a week, most of the time slipping into bed long after you'd fallen asleep, you would wake enough for him to pull you into his arms, kiss you and tell you to go back to sleep, sometimes you would, but more often than not, the two of you would explore each other in the most sinful of ways, falling asleep in a tangle of limbs, coated in sweat, blissed out and reveling in the afterglow of one another.

Six months, it had been six months since the meeting in Hewn City and it'd been a year of being with Eris. Blaze was huge, long gone was the little puppy you'd fallen in love with in the kennels. Eris was due back at any moment and you were shifting nervously in your seat, unsure of how to deal with the situation you had found yourself in, unable to focus on the words on the page of your book, Blaze huffing at you everytime you moved from his place by your feet. His ears perked up and he shot towards the door and you started to nervously chew on the skin on your thumb. You had to tell him, he had to know, had every right to know. The front door opened and there he was, as exhausted as ever but still beautiful, he stilled as he entered the cottage, trying to work out what was different, confused by the fact that Blaze has sniffed at him once and returned to your feet.

His eyes met yours in a silent question, he knew, of course he'd know, he'd scent it as soon as he entered the cottage. You took a deep breath. "I'm pregnant. Kallias sent his best healer, they confirmed it yesterday." He didn't react, just stayed where he was, staring between you, the protective hand you had on your stomach and Blaze. He said nothing as he turned and left. Your heart broke and you began to sob.

#acomaf #acosf #acotar #acowar #a court of mist and fury #a court of silver flames #a court of wings and ruin #acofas #eris vanserra #eris x reader #eris acotar

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thekinkyleopard · 8 months

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Day of the…Oh No

A Halloween Remi x Levi Snz Fic

Non-Canon

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

Cultural Appropriation, Smut, Snz, Public Sex?

Description: Remi and Levi are invited to a Halloween party in their city by one of Levi’s online friends. They show up and realize, it’s a flaming turd of cultural disrespect. However, before Levi can truly give the host a piece of his mind…he realizes what comes along side Dia De Los Muertos…

Author’s Notes: Eeeeeee I’m excited for you guys to read this cause we get to see a pissy AND snzy Levi 🫣🫠 @aller-geez did the art and owns our Big strong man, Remi!

Levi scrambled to get his little red riding hood outfit crinkle free and perfect. It wasn’t the slutty version like he had imagined when he originally planned to make this costume, but he looked good in it regardless. He looked himself up and down in the mirror, back and forth before he was interrupted by an amused chuckle from behind him. Cerulean blues met with emerald greens in the reflection of the mirror and the cat slowly smirked looking at the man through it. “What?”

“You just look really good, and I can tell you’re worried you don’t,” slightly poking fun at his mate he stepped forward, wrapping his arms around the smaller’s waist already dressed and ready to go for this lame party he was forcibly being dragged to. Per usual.

“YOU look really good,” Levi could only reply and dodge the compliment with an Uno reverse card. Remi rolled his eyes and placed a soft kiss at the leopard’s temple.

“We both look….pretty damn good,” nipping at the other’s pierced ear lobe he hummed mischievously. “Sure we can’t play hooky and then play…Little Red and the Big Bad wolf?” snarling into the crook of his boyfriend’s neck to add effect. The cat giggled and scrunched his neck as it tickled more now than turned him on. Able to reign in his hormones he began to swat at the larger.

“Back! Bad dog!” He shouted with a playful tone as Remi backed up, lowered his ears and tucked his tail between his legs dramatically.

“B-Bad Dog?” Pouting with sincere puppy dog eyes looking up at the cat. Levi grumbled and crossed his arms across his chest. Trying to look away to not be swayed by the man’s convincingly sad face.

“The worst!” Sticking his tongue out at the other male before he crossed his arms over his chest, tilted his head upward to avoid the man’s sad eyes.

“The worst?! Ohh…” Remi continued his parade of somber attitude while the other could only roll his eyes with a slight giggle.

“…Okay Not the worst…just…a little naughty,” lowering his arms, he finally gave in and stepped closer in to his boyfriend’s space.

“I’ll take it,” they both laughed in unison before the wolf wrapped a loose arm around the other’s dainty shoulders and brought him through the threshold of the bathroom and into the bedroom. “So like, are we ready to go then?” Asking curiously before releasing the smaller from his grip.

“Uhh…pretty sure! You got everything you need?” Levi asking the larger as he looked him over, almost not believing he was ready to go.

“Keys, phone…” patting his pockets and secret pockets within his costume. “Wallet, stoges, lighter and…Jays,” he confirmed all his essentials were on his person before nodding confidently. “Gangs all here, you?” He now looked up at Levi for him to do his own check.

The cat did in-fact do his own check as he began searching around his little basket purse he found on eBay. “Same here,” shuffling around the bag.

“Cool, let’s hurry this up so I can go back to being at home,” he flashed Levi a playful grin. Truth be told, he wasn’t excited for the party but he was finding himself becoming more and more childlike every time he saw himself in the mirror. It’s been ages since the wolf dressed up for Halloween. Levi really knew how to make him feel youthful, even if dragging him to a party was party of that process.

Both feeling rather into the holiday spirit, headed out the door and into Levi’s bright blue 2023 Jeep. Climbing inside the passenger, was the ever so dainty red riding hood, while he stuck the big bad wolf into driver’s position. “Okay where is this place again?” Remi asked with an underlining nervousness.

“It’s like close to downtown lemme get the address…” the leopard trailed off as he started scrolling through his phone. Opening his apps and tapping through the messages where he received the invite.

“And you’ve never met these people?” Remi watched the other closely, a hint of skepticism behind his words. Trying his best to remain neutral, if anything, to the whole situation as to not offset his boyfriend’s good vibes, now that he was suddenly coming down with some not so good ones. He wanted to be optimistic for his boyfriend, but god he hated house parties full of strangers.

“Well I have at like AVN but, we haven’t worked together per say…but we share each other’s stuff and support each other’s platforms so like technically that’s my coworker….so I’m coming for support!” He smiled over at him before lifting his screen to show Remi the address. “Here!”

“Hmm…alright, well…we don’t have to stay all night, right?” Imputing the coordinates through his phone’s GPS, the anxiety of socializing loomed over his spirit. How many people would be there? Is this an influencer thing? Will there be cameras? Oh god.

“Well, no, but we may want to if it turns out to be a banger,” Levi now looked up and over at the wolf, slowly brooding further as he was twisting his lips into a slight frown before the grumbled response came through.

“Hm,” was all that came out and Levi quickly snickered, rolling his light blue ceruleans before his head lolled to look over at the big pouting baby.

“Come on! Don’t be a grouch now! Where’d my excited wolf go??” The smaller started poking his index into the other’s side with a joyful laugh, Remi trying to fight off the urge to reciprocate his mate’s playfulness.

“He realized we are gonna be stuffed into a house full of strangers, and some of those strangers are probably pieces of shit,” mumbling again under a grumpy tone of voice, trying his best to fight the other off and also, from falling into a chuckle of his own. No! Must pout! Levi snickered once more before leaning over the middle console to give his mate a kiss on the cheek.

“Okay, well, I’ll just dance with you all night how bout that? Won’t even notice everyone else with me grinding on your dick,” pulling his head back enough to get a good look at the other, he paused.

“….‘lright but when it’s time to go, I’m taking you out of there,” Remi now let himself display his typical side smirk, flashing his green eyes to make contact with the leopard who bounced with excitement.

“Yes! Okay! Onward!” The cat sat back in the passenger’s seat before setting his phone up to Bluetooth. “Let’s gets some music going!” The leopard was practically bouncing off the walls of the car he was so excited. A party? With his boyfriend? On Halloween??? It’s going to be so good. He couldn’t wait to get his drink on.

The saucy leopard had decided to bump some SubDocta, allowing the slow tips of the drum symbols build along side electronic music, the cat danced along in his seat. Remi found himself just trying to focus on the rhythmic beats of the song playing, before the bass suddenly dropped. Both of them began to start bobbing their heads to the filthy tunes, allowing the GPS to guide them.

“What’s uuuupp my name’s Prestooon, I love dubstep and I love crying, if you don’t fuck with me I don’t fuck with you, so fuck off!” The voice behind the electricity spoke out as the beat began again, more lifted, and Levi silently worded each syllable closely before going back into swaying himself back and forth within his seat. Remi furrowed his brows as he got further into the music but still trying to concentrate on following the GPS, each song Levi playing elevated the next. They practically were the party.

Eventually they pulled up to a big ass house, littered with cars all over, there were balloons and Halloween decor all around the outside. Levi clapped his hands together with excitement as the wolf focused on squeezing the vehicle into an open space out front. “Alright…well…this looks like my nightmare,” the wolf sighed thrusting the car into park and turning off the Jeep all together.

“Oh come on! This looks like it’ll be a blast! Few drinks in ya, and you’ll be too busy dry fucking me on the dance floor,” he giggled opening his door and hoping out of the car. Remi groaned throwing his head back but trying to shake it off.

“You got this Rem…do it for your boyfriend…” he ran his fingers through his purposefully messy hair. He slowly got out of the Jeep, and locked it with the fob, walking at the pace of a snail to reach Levi, and immediately threading their hands together. “Okay…” he took a deep breath.

“It’s all good we’ll just find the drink station and get silly!” Confidently, the cat walked beside his mate and into the party where he was immediately hit with two things. A terrible, terrible irritation building from the base of his throat, and that the inside of this house was decorated……for Day of the Dead. The white haired man’s soul almost comically left his body. The audacity? “Who….is in charge…of the decor….” His teeth almost gritted down into nothing they were shut so tight.

“Oh no…” Remi already knew where this was going the moment they stepped inside. That’s when they were approached, by a small thin blonde woman, big rack and covered in tattoos. Dressed as some sort of horny devil. The larger rolled his bored emerald orbs, scanning the rest of the guests while Levi sought out the source.

“Leafy!!” The male’s online persona. LeafyGreens was Levi’s user. It was supposed to be something cute like Levi but Leafy and then greens cause, well, he gardens. Yet he’s not doing a whole lot of gardening online.

“Hey Stella uh…who…is responsible for the decor?” The little red riding hood, clearly uncomfortable as he glanced around the offensive decor.

“Oh my god isn’t it great? I did it! Halloween is always so boring in America, so I brought Mexican Halloween to us!” She danced, shaking her hips back and forth, raising her arms to celebrate her grand idea.

“No. It’s appropriative, Stel, Dia De Los Muertos….” he emphasized the accent behind the correct term of the holiday she was disrespecting. “Isn’t Mexico’s Halloween, it’s a sacred Holiday to which families pay respects, and celebrate their lost ancestors and loved ones….” The look he gave her was almost like, oh my god are you fucking dumb? The girl seemed to hold no shame as she swirled the drink in her hand.

“Yeah but…” she started, which immediately infuriated the small cat. She’s seriously going to double down right now? Not the very least admit she made a mistake based off misinformation? He wanted to rip his hair out of his skull.

“It’s also a NOVEMBER…Hnn..h’H…Holid-ay…” he swallowed it. What was wrong with him? He had a point to make damn it! His eyes quickly darted around only to realize. She used, real, fresh marigolds to decorate and sprinkle around the house. Levi sniffles loudly. “SNDDFF,” trying to push it back, but there was a malicious prickling storm building from all sides that only grew with his sharp and sudden inhale, he knew he was done for, his nostrils were already leaking.

“Look, It’s still skulls and lots of orange with purple…who cares just get drunk and have fun!” The woman now rolled her eyes, cocking a hip outward almost as if her body language was screaming out that she was already done with this lecture.

“I-..Hh’Etshu! Care! SnDdfF…” the leopard had enough politeness to sneeze into the crook of his clothed elbow, dampening the material slightly with his saliva. Remi suddenly turned his head sharply, his attention now purely on Levi.

‘Oh?’ The wolf thought inwardly to himself as he gazed over the slightly trembling cat. He bit his lower lip, only to release and chew on the back of his piercings. Intense eyes burning holes into the side of his oblivious mate’s face.

“Leaf, it’s not that big of a deal…” again, the woman was trying to plead her case that it was in fact no harm no foul, but was it really? He felt offended by it, and he was sure anyone who truly celebrates Day of the Dead, would also find this atrocious.

“It is…T-shu! To me! I’m tired of H’Ptschu! White people, H’h…Misrepresent—CHU! …Ing other people’s huh’TSCH! Cultures!” Every time he felt the allergies sliding through his core sinus walls, he blew into his cupped hand. Trying desperately to get the thoughts out before the feeling over took him.

“Girl, are you good? I can barely understand you through your sneezing…like are you sick do you need to go home?” Her gaze turned into one of concern, stepping back a few paces to avoid becoming causality to any virus he was carrying around.

“ARE YOU SICK?! HEH—SHH’eu!!!” The leopard finally snapped, his watering glassy eyes narrowing at her with unnecessary anger. Remi smirked, it wasn’t often he saw his little cat fired up but when he was, oh boy was it a show. He crossed his arms, watching it all play out, but unable to fight the thoughts. The filthy ones that plagued him whenever he heard a hick or sneeze from the leopard’s body. It was absolutely delightful.

“Uh…no…” Stella paused, looking Levi up and down almost like he’d lost his damn mind and she was no longer comprehending anything he was trying to put down.

“Listen, if you-..TSH! Don’t care, then we aren’t…Hh’etsu! Friends an—way,” sniffling and dragging the back of his hand with a gentle class across his leaking nostrils, trying not to let his disgusting downfall take away from his stance. However, before the girl could get another word in, the wolf finally lost his ability to keep watching this unravel.

Ferociously, Remi snagged the arguing Levi by his wrist, grunting animalistic-ally under his breath while doing so. “H-Hey! H’Ptschu! I wasn’t…TSCH! Done!” The cat sprayed, and spouted openly across the party guests as he was dragged out. His arm wiggling and protesting against his boyfriend’s vice tight grip. He grabbed the keys of their vehicle from the bowl by the front door and a handful of marigolds thrusted into his pocket with haste. Levi took note of this and quickly realized he was definitely in a whole different kind of trouble than he initially thought. “Remi! HUH’TSCH!”

“Get in,” was all the wolf said in a dangerous voice as he unlocked the car with the fob, flung open the door and practically tossed the leopard inside. The two of them crammed into the back and the cat shivered in submission, knowing just what was about to come for him. “Do you even realize? How unbelievably fucking hot that was? My cock is rock hard,” crouching in the backseat on his knees, but still twisted uncomfortably he pointed to his groin. His length obviously outlined through the suit of his costume. “You were right… this party is fun…” licking his lips he took a fistful of Levi’s hair, forcing his head back so the male had opened access to his mate’s gasping throat.

“I-I don’t…’Ptsch! Know what y-you mean…—Hah’eshh’uh!” Unrelenting the marigold pollen wreaked havoc upon him, his face itching and swollen. “Please…R-Remi…” whimpering with sheer vulnerability through his protesting words, but his body, and his sheer desires for Remi were too much to bear, and it only made it more tempting being in such a noticeable spot. His nose dripped as he needlessly reached to wipe it clean. “Baby…”

“Aht…What are you supposed to call me?” Remi lifted his eyebrow almost quizzically as he waited for the other’s proper response.

“I-I’m s-sorry Hnn…H’Hah..M-Mister…Wolf….” He whimpered under his sinuses as they tormented and prickled with the scent still lingering in the small space of the car. He wasn’t unaware of the handful polluting Remi’s pocket, in-fact every second only proved to him further his partner has spiraled into lustful desire for torturing him.

“That’s my good little red,” he praised the small leopard as he continued to bite, and suck at the supple and softened flesh of the smaller male’s neck. His other hand grabbed one of the cat’s wrists and brought it to the hem of his pants, wordlessly before forcing Levi’s mouth to his own ear now. “I wanna hear you loud and clear, kitten,” the wolf now shoved a hand in his pocket to pull out a palm full of marigold petals, bringing them up and clasped his petal filled hand over Levi’s nose. Holding the allergen there right front and center.

The jeep had tinted back windows, but anyone passing from the front of the car could see them through the windshield, and a few did a couple double takes as they witnessed the large man torturing the smaller. “R-r!!! EH-TSHU! T-CHIEW! Eh’eh…TSHU!” Out they sprayed at light speed, bits of saliva and spray pushing past the buttom of Remi’s hand, before the rest just hit the man in the side of his face, dusting his ear. He smirked, closed his eyes a little to embrace the chilling feeling, and enjoy the excitement it brought for his mate’s allergen mess across him.

“Such a big fit that was, I love seeing you so weakened, kitten…” he leaned over and took hold of his pierced earlobe between his two rows of perfect teeth, playing with the jewelry before letting go. “You better start using those hands if you want to make it out of this….” The slick velvet of Remington’s crass words, reverberated through Levi’s skull causing every bone in his body to quake. He nodded loosely, jaw hanging a gap as he was desperate for clean air, trying with every cell in his being to avoid breathing in through his nose.

However, resistance is futile for the fitting leopard. With trembling hands, Levi reaches forward to untie and undo the intricacies of Remi’s halloween pants. Once they were pulled open, the cat flashing his watering and red stained eyes up innocently at the larger. Whom in turn could only continuously push the palm of petals forward into Levi’s nostrils with a dark, hardened glare. The smaller shivered, his head ached from the consistent exposure, and his nostrils leaked into the softened flower pieces. “Huh’TSCHHhiew!” Another escaped him while his hands fumbled to take out Remi’s already thickened and hard cock.

“Mm see what you do to me? I’ve been this hard since you started popping off at that girl,” he chuckled, his sly smirk pulled up just the way he knows Levi can’t resist. The leopard’s glassy ceruleans rolled back for a second, he could feel the insistent, pained prickle and static that filled his nose, it was endless. He needed release from his prison. His hands were steady working at Remi’s length, the warmth of his palms causing static jolts through every cell within him. He shuddered, grunting as his emerald’s fought to stay open to watch his mate below. Eyes meeting each other’s gaze. Levi hitching before he even could speak.

“Le-let me…hH’e…taste? —Hah’ESHHh’uh!!” A small line of drool began to dangle from little red’s bottom lip. The wolf groaned at this display, being hit with residual saliva mist as each sneeze flung from his lover’s mouth.

“Hmm…tempting…” He considered it, he did. But he would have to release his mate from his current petal prison and he just wasn’t sure he could give that up yet. “But no, I want you,” Speaking with a darkened intention before Remi changed their positions all together. With his hand, still tightly cupped to Levi’s face as the smaller hicked and suffered, he sat in the backseat as it was intended, and dragged Levi into his lap. “I’m tired of waiting…” a growl low in his chest before he reached around and extracting a single claw, ripped the seem keeping Levi’s ass covered by his pants. Now exposing the little red thong underneath.

“H’h….hhnnn…HAH’…TSHHU!” Wanting to reprimand the man for ripping his costume, but he was trying far too hard to keep himself reeled in but unfortunately, the pollen was just too strong. She really went all out with the FRESH marigolds. Damn her.

“Just like that, Kitten…and what’s this?” Remi’s voice still laced with husky excitement as he looked back at the other’s swelling and reddened face. His thumb sliding against the string of the cat’s thong that was wedged between his small cheeks. “A surprise for me?” Licking his teeth with the animalistic expression of a rabid dog.

“It was,” Levi whispered back, his hands gripping tightly to the lapels of the wolf’s costume, steadying himself as he felt his body scrambling against the other’s palm of defeat.

“It still is,” He growled back, without so much an ounce of kindness behind it, he was letting the animal out of it’s cage. What a lucky turn of events, the cat being afflicted by such turmoil at the hands of his own friend. Something adjacent to Karma, Remi thought for a millisecond before his mouth began to bubble with blood, trying his best to keep it from making a mess in their new vehicle.

“H’Ptschu!” The cat whisped again, the bottom of Remi’s hand practically soaked, dripping down the leopard’s poor mouth and chin as he suffered against his partner’s tactics.

“Whole situation is a gift for me, is it not?” The wolf grinned again, enjoying the display of his snibbling, weak lover, leaking and falling apart at the seams.

“Remi…EH-TSU!” Levi’s small, but powerful sneezes were just too much, too cute, too sexy, too overwhelming the wolf took his hand and spit in it once, bringing it to his cock. Dampening it as he bit his lower lip, eyes searching the other’s face for more.

“Well, I’m…Definitely going…Hnn..to treat it like a Fuckin’ gift,” pushing the piece of string aside using the girth of his dick before shoveling his length fully sheathed inside the cat. He kept his hand around the man’s nose, but the other at the small of his back, pushing them closer together, claws digging at the cloth of his mate’s shirt.

“AaHh~” Levi cried out in a breathless whisper as his entrance was pushed into, he wrapped his arms around the other to give him better leverage, pulling himself up and then meeting the other each thrust back in with a hard slam of his hips. “Het’SHH’eu! ehtSu!” He sneezed against the other’s tightly clasped hand, it was proving to be so much worse than he originally thought this could be. His body was sweating, his receptors confused as they were pleasured and tormented all at once.

“That’s my pretty sneezing…Kitty…” the other hesitated through a tightened jaw. A bead of sweat trickled down Remi’s temple as he pushed himself upward, with each sneeze he could feel Levi’s hole trying to reject and push him out. Constricting around his throbbing and pulsating dick. “God I love the way you feel sneezing around me like this…” he whispered, a bit more loving than he had sounded previously. The cat melted under his partner, the sound of his voice always making it so much harder to disobey the wolf.

“Y-you…feel s-so..Ahh~..H’PTSCHU! Good…” he snuffled loudly but it only made the pollen take refuge within his nostril’s walls. To his surprise however, Remi released his hand allowing the petals to collapse and cascade around them. Now both his hands at each of the other’s thin hips he began to drive into himself at an almost inhuman pace. He hooked his hips, and pushed the smaller down onto his lap, striking the leopard’s sensitive prostate.

“You’re gonna…drive me to the fucking…edge…” the man gasped between his words before their mouths clashed into a very wet, and very sloppy kiss. Their tongues clashed, while Remi released one hand to grip the cat’s leaking, reddened length to finally give it the attention it sought. Levi, the first to break their kiss as he gasped a response.

“Re-m…i…gonna…H’h..tSHU!” It was something about this sneeze that activated every other pleasure speaking receptor in his body, the hand, Remi’s cock against his g-spot, the feeling of his nostrils sweet freedom and sneezing the excess from within. The leopard came, hard, in streams as it desecrated what was left of their costumes. The entire display was all but enough to get Remi just where he was wanting to go.

“Shit…” he cursed before he too spilled over and pressed his forehead into his mate’s, claws gripping Levi’s flesh while he stayed frozen inside him. Body twitching and jerking while he blew his seed inside his lover’s depth. They sat against each other like this for a few minutes, gasping for air. After a few moments the leopard sat back just enough to start wiping and rubbing his face angrily with the sleeve of his shirt.

“That was really mean of you to do….” He whimpered almost silently, his throat sore at this point, his shining blue eyes looked upward at the blissful wolf.

“Hmm I’m sorry, Kitten…you know I couldn’t help myself,” snickering breathlessly as he now threaded his arms around the other in a loving embrace, both men still very much attached to each other. “How about when we get home, we can get in the shower….wash each other down,” kissing along the cat’s delicate jaw as he spoke. “Climb into bed, order a fat pizza, and watch some scary movies…that make up for it?” Leaving a chaste kiss against the tip of the other’s nose.

“Yeah, I like that idea…snddfff, and candy?” snuffling as the residual pollen began to subside, but he could still feel it in the back of his throat. He coughed once and cleared himself out, trying to fight back but there was still an abundance of marigolds laying about them. “You need to clean out the Jeep though…Hh’n..,” rubbing and clicking his nose rapidly before sliding the material to wipe him free of his afflictions.

“Yes, and candy…Okay, okay…here,” he took the jacket off to his costume and handed it to the cat. “Tie this around your waist to hide your ass while I scrape this shit out the car,” smirking over at the leopard who rolled his eyes now slipping off Remi’s spent length, leaking cum as he did so.

“Oh god…” he sighed, feeling a tinge of embarrassment, he used a couple of napkins from the side seats to clean himself. Then he began tying the article of clothing around him, as Remi tucked himself back into his pants they both spilled out of the Jeep and back onto their feet. A dude nearby the porch, drinking a beer made eye contact with the wolf, raising a cup to “cheers” the large man, but was met with a hardened green glare. Levi blushed brightly, noticing the interaction as well. The man though quickly avoiding their gazes now and turning away upon seeing Remi’s face.

“Fuckin’ creeps,” the larger scoffed with an irritated scowl scrawled across his features.

“You did fuck me in a car with weak suspension and a huge front window view, I’m not sure what you expected, love,” Levi giggled a bit at his jealous partner’s reaction to their very obvious actions. Nudging him slightly with the edge of his elbow.

“Yeah well, you’re MINE,” he grumbled now dipping himself into the backseat again, only to clean it out. Just as he said and promised. Once it was cleaned up, the two went home and followed through on the rest of their Halloween plans.

The End

Author’s Notes: Starting strong with everyone’s favorite couple! Remi and Levi! God damn it they’re so fucking HOT 🫠🥵 hope y’all enjoyed the first of 6 Halloween Fics to be released! 💋

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