#wait what do i tag this for my blog LMAO...

[tails-perhour]

@sonic-fankid-showdown so! I wanted to draw some of the other fankids, so I collected all the refs-that I could find- 4 of them I really struggled finding so they're gonna have to wait until they're posted on the blog and honestly..... there's so so many people so everyone be patient ill do my best- I decided it would be fair to start with Sparks-

@head---ache is putting together the fankid showdown and is putting up with everyone posting tons and tons and tagging them, (I am not helping) and it's so nice of them to do all this, I've had a lot of fun so far and I hope I can continue to play! I wanted to thank them and honestly Sparks is just so cute ive wanted to draw them, I love seven too, I have no idea what to do on voting I want to vote for them both :( I'm stressing lmao,,,, anyways- thank you headache!!

I won't be posting the others so close together and I'll do it in a random order please be patient. i am also not promising I will get to them all. There are 64 of us.

[zvahlne]

headcanon: shadow knights can't cry.

it takes him a long while to notice. he had never considered himself much of a crier. it wasn't that he thought there was anything wrong with crying. he was just one to keep moving, keep doing, show the people around him and under his care that it would be alright, no matter what had happened. some might accuse him of bottling for this, though whether it was selfless for others (so they wouldn't worry; so they could cry while he carried it) or selfish (so he wouldn't have to think about it, wouldn't have to feel it), up for debate. either way, he would disagree, and had whenever someone close enough to him to notice the pattern mentioned it (usually cadenza).

...the last time he remembers crying was with cadenza. it was about joh.

he didn't cry in the nether (no water can last long there; how could he? your eyes could never get wet enough. every blink in the nether is stinging).

he didn't cry when he was brought back, not for his sight, not for ungrth (more surprising, but he was in shock. nothing felt real in those days, and after, he had things to do, people to care for).

it's when he loses 15 years and he comes back to his father's death and can't shed a single tear that he finally thinks he really ought to be crying. but he isn't. he can't?

he goes to ungrth's grave and he thinks of ungrth and he thinks of hayden and he thinks of joh and he thinks of garroth and he grits his teeth, he digs his nails into his palms, he gets a headache from how tight his brows furrow, he feels an ache so intense in his chest he's gasping for breath, but his eyes are as dry as they've since the day he died (he wants to cry, he should be crying, why isn't he crying?).

his life is taken from him, replaced with facsimile. the man he trusted more than himself betrayed him, and is now lost a dimension away. he's lost fifteen years, his father passed without him present, his friend's grave has been desecrated, the places he lived in and loved and protected fallen and rebuilt, all in his absence, all to be discovered all at once. he loses nearly everything, he watches helplessly as he loses even himself. and yet...

laurance can't cry.

[keferon]

Two Peas in a Pod: part 4/?

Hopefully the dialog isn't confusing.

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"Still dizzy?" 

"Not really," Jazz answered with a comfortable smile, though stole a quick glance over to the gate. The first since Blaster had arrived for the morning routine. The other mer wasn't awake yet last he saw, but he was shifting more. The medication had obviously long worn off by now, but Jazz still hoped they weren't in too much pain. 

But Blaster noticed and it prompted him to pause his checks to ask, "did he wake up last night?" 

"Kinda? He could have been talking in his sleep though." 

"Hm, there's a good chance he'll be up soon, then." 

Jazz's expression of his usual cheerfulness shifted, just slightly and if it had been anyone other than Blaster, they would have missed it. He flipped the clipboard over in his lap and rested his elbows against his crossed legs. 

"You're nervous," Blaster pointed out gently and gave Jazz an encouraging smile. "Is this about their injuries, or is this about making a friend?" 

The mer's face soured and he looked away. "I thought I wasn't supposed to ask." 

"That was about the gate, and I'm sorry about that." It was just the two of them on the pier, but Blaster still practised a surveying sweep of the area with what looked like stretching. Then with a lower voice, he continued, "The Vet Chief wanted to fully isolate them from you, to keep them in a transfer-crate, at least until the injuries had a low risk of reopening. I argued that it would put them under a lot of undue stress, and you because you knew the Mer was here. Which is part of why it took so long for–" 

"–and it's fine to say this now?" Jazz snapped and turned back to him with a small scowl. 

"Jazz, how many staff members were in your area yesterday? When we talked about the gate?" 

He paused, trying to recall. Blaster was with him and the group that went into the bay had five… seven? 

"There was thirteen, Jazz," he supplied, knowing that any answer coming would be incorrect. It was a lot of people, and with Blaster already known for making waves on the regular, the sudden addition had eyes and ears on him. That, and because he had fought so hard against the 'great idea' brought up in the first meeting after emergency treatment had ended. "You didn't even clock the vet on standby at the pier entrance." 

Jazz huffed and laid out flat, resting his chin on his crossed arms. Okay, so he wasn’t paying attention to who was around. "Then what is it about the gate? I get the bit about climbing the walls, but…" 

"That one is on me, I was – am – being overly cautious. Not of you, but of others misunderstanding your excitement or anxiety as aggression. And I know how persistent you can be when something catches your interest. But that's not the point, what is, is that if the team reports you showing signs of aggression, they'll… remove him." 

Now looking worried, Jazz glanced from Blaster to the gate. "But what if he shows aggression?" 

"We're expecting that, at least at first." Blaster wanted to reassure him, but there were still too many unknown variables. "Unknown place with an unfamiliar face, and likely limited communication. There is bound to be backlash." 

Jazz looked down with an expression of growing despair, before dropping his face against his arms. His words muffled, "so whether he stays or not depends on me being able to talk with him." 

Blaster reached out and placed his hand on the orca's shoulder. "Listen, buddy, this might be hard to hear. But let me explain, okay? … So far it looks like there are no issues and the current plan is to have him released once he recovers." As he feels Jazz tense, Blaster frowns in understanding and begins to rub his shoulder to comfort him. "There is only one reason that the aquarium wouldn't go through with it, and honestly, I don't want that to happen. It's all sorts of fucked up and would only make things worse– but I don't want you to distance yourself from him. I want you to try and befriend him." 

"… why," Jazz asked weakly, cursing him for telling him the truth – for reminding him of the truth – for breaking his small piece of hope of not being alone anymore. If he was going to be taken away, if he was just going to lose him no matter what, then it would hurt less if he just ignored him. 

All sorts of answers bounce around in Blaster's mind. From wishful thinking – because I want you to go with him. To long term goals – anything we could learn could help Mers everywhere. But he settled on as close to the truth as he could. "Because I'm trying to make sure that no matter what happens, it's the best result for both of you. But I can't do that if the two of you can't at least work together. So, I'm asking you to try." 

"Right," because he doesn't need to be kept here to survive… he just needs time to heal. Where I – "–right. Okay, I'll try… but where do I even start?" Jazz took a deep breath to compose himself before he lifted his head. 

"Well, why don't we see if sleepy-head is waking up? Maybe he'd like breakfast." Blaster offered, first with a reassuring smile, but then twisted it into something more mischievous. "And maybe you could find out if he's got a beautiful name, too." 

It took a second to realize what Blaster was getting at, and for the first time in his life Jazz felt bashful. "W-what are you talking about?" He hid it terribly. 

"He's beautiful~" he whispered dramatically, and Blaster learned that mers could in fact blush. 

— 

When Blaster left to get food for the wild mer, Jazz calmly made his way over to the view port. Only to be taken by surprise, he was looking directly at Jazz. Though, glaring, might be more accurate with how his face was pulled tight with focus and the sheer intensity of his stare. 

But otherwise, they were completely calm. Jazz wasn't sure if that was a good sign or bad. Yet, it didn't stop his nervous excitement from returning. He waved with one of his best smiles – one without teeth – and greeted him with a friendly, "hello!" 

What he got in return was a slightly more intense furrowing of their brow – irritation or confusion? 

"Oh! Sorry, habit." Jazz switched to mer. {Hi!} 

The tension didn't leave his face, but there was slight movement and, again, Jazz didn't know how to interpret that. But he did answer, {||၊|။||||•။၊|။|။|၊|။||၊၊၊|?} 

"Uh…" Yep, didn't understand any of that. 

Then the door opened on the edge behind them and Jazz for a moment thought that it would startle the wild mer. But they didn't even flinch. And while their eyes remained on him, Jazz was fairly sure now that they had been using their sonar to track the human's movement. 

"Are they still asleep?" Blaster asked, puzzled. 

"Nope, very much awake." He shifted lower to try and get more than the man's boots in his sight. 

"Ah…" He sounded uneasy and began to make small careful steps around the edge closer to Jazz while he spoke as calmly as possible. "Well, I'm going to keep talking, just so you don't think I'm trying to sneak up on you." 

When he reached the point where he was straight across from the wild mer, they lifted their head to turn their glare on the human. Blaster to his credit did not flinch, but he did freeze. "Whoa– that's – wow, t-that's quite the look." 

A series of slow clicks came from them, but their lips did not move. Jazz didn't think it was echo-speak, as it reminded him of his own searching clicks when he was trying to get a better picture. "Oh! I think he's trying to see what you have." 

The wild mer glanced to Jazz, becoming silent once more before looking back up at Blaster. 

"Fair enough, alright new buddy, I'm going to be real slow about it okay?" Back to narrating his actions calmly as he knelt down. Showing the long pole with a thin, blunt hook, "just an arm I don't mind losing if you decide that you don't like the breakfast I brought," and poured out the fish from the bucket. 

Still the wild mer glared, unblinking and watching every little movement. 

"Okay… I'm not sure what to make of this, so far everything has been nothing like previous encounters." 

"Ya, didn't you say he'd be freaking out?" 

"You got anything to calm or reassure our new buddy here that I ain't going to hurt him?" Blaster was doing his absolute best at trying to remain calm, but even his hands were starting to tremble under the pressure the wild mer was giving him. He wasn't even moving, just watching, but it felt like the human was being stalked. 

Honestly, Blaster was probably one bad move from being lunged at. Though, if that was the case, he had maybe one chance to get away. The hammock would throw him off on the first strike, the supports could probably take two or four hard thrashings before it snapped under the mer's strength. Injuries be damned, this mer was in peak physical condition. 

Jazz gave a small chirp to try and gain the other's attention, and failed, but continued with trying to talk. {It's okay, you're safe.} 

He was given a very tiny dip of his finial facing the gate – a tell that he had heard him? 

{You're safe,} Jazz repeated. 

The mer didn't look away, but he did at least respond. {•၊၊|•|၊|။။၊|။•|||။||||။၊|။•၊၊||၊|။||||။•၊|။•၊၊||၊|။||||။၊|။•} Though, far too fast for Jazz attempt to understand. 

"I'm hoping you two are talking about your favourite fish." Blaster joked to cover his nervousness. 

Jazz sighed and admitted the truth, "I haven't a clue to what they're talking about…" 

"Just let me know if I should run, kay?" He shifted slowly on his knees, trying to find a comfortable spot without making himself too vulnerable. 

But Jazz hadn't given up yet. {Hungry?} He tried instead. 

More chirps and clicking that didn't translate. 

{Hungry? Yes? No?} 

The heavy huff that came from them caused Blaster to flinch, but the mer finally focused on Jazz. There was clear irritation in their face now on top of glaring. And the damns broke, he started ranting at him loudly. 

"Hey, don't yell at me, I'm trying okay!?" Jazz glared back, not backing down. Though wasn't all that intimidating with him just having a little porthole to look through. 

"Jazz, buddy, please don't aggravate him." He, after all, was the one in the room with the wild mer. 

"He fuckn' started it!" 

Silence came quickly as the wild mer plunked his face into the soft floaty that had been his pillow. Blaster would have found it utterly hilarious if not fearing for his life currently. With another heavy and long huff, the wild mer looked back at Jazz, still glaring, but slightly less than before. {•|||။||||။၊|။•၊၊||၊|။? Yes? No?} 

Jazz blinked at him for a moment, depending on the question, no could be a yes. {No…?} He answered tentatively instead. 

{It's safe? Yes? No?} And he pointed his nose towards Blaster briefly, but clearly wasn't happy about it. 

{Yes!} Jazz nodded vigorously and smiled for extra encouragement. Out of all the staff, Blaster was safe, Jazz held some trust in the human after all. {[Blaster] safe.} 

"What about me?" 

"He asked if you're safe and I told him you were. Relax a bit or something to show him." 

Easier said than done. Blaster cursed, but did his best to ease the tension from his shoulders and smile a little. Even, daring to slowly lift a hand to wave. 

The mer did not seem convinced, but his glare lessened some more and looked over the human with more curiosity than before. 

{Hungry? Yes? No?} Jazz tried again. 

There was a long pause, but they sighed and answered. {… yes.} 

"Progress!" He cheered and then stuck his hand through the little window. "Blaster, hand me one of the fish. He's hungry, but I have a feeling that he'll trust you more if he sees me eat what you have." 

"Okay." He made sure that it was clear as possible what his intentions were. Taking a fish under the gills, Blaster looped the blunt hook in and out the mouth. Then, very slowly, began to feed the length of the pole towards Jazz's waiting hand. Once Jazz felt the tail touch his palm, he grabbed it and waited until Blaster twisted enough for the fish to slip free. Then the pole was just as slowly drawn back. 

The whole time the wild mer watching the exchange intensely. 

Jazz pulled the fish over to his side, chirped for the other's attention before he swallowed it whole. Smiling once more as he said, {safe.} 

Blaster had to admit, he was surprised when the mer shifted slightly in the hammock, and then cautiously held out his right hand. The glare never left, but this one felt like a threat, that if he messed this chance up, there would not be another. 

Though this was the first time Jazz had been able to see any of his injuries. The colourful tape-bandages almost covered every inch of his skin from his hand up to his bicep. It reminded him that just yesterday he had been mortally wounded. Which was probably a key reason the wild mer seemed so calm, they had only started to recover and every action was either painful or exhausting. Likely both.

Jazz watched closely as Blaster went through all the careful steps as he had with Jazz and held the fish out. The only difference, was that the human's grip was loose, just in case the wild mer decided to try and yank him into the water with it. But they didn't, doing exactly as they saw before, allowing Blaster to release the fish and retreat. The whole process was so slow that the wild mer's arm started to shake from being held out. 

But both Jazz and Blaster let out a breath of relief as there had been no backlash. 

He eyed the fish in his grip with a mild sneer before he swallowed it and then held out his shaky hand for another. It was clear that the pain was getting to him, but nothing in his expression showed weakness. 

The feeding got easier and quicker as Blaster relaxed a bit, not fearing that a normal pace would come off as threatening to the wild mer. 

When the shaking got bad enough, the mer rested his arm back in the hammock, but kept his eyes on the remaining fish. As if to convey he wasn't finished, just needed a break. Blaster was more than happy to comply and gave him a few praises, even if they didn't understand. 

"Hey," Jazz called gently, chirping for the other's attention. He waited until they looked his way, then pointed at himself. "Jazz," and then to the human, "Blaster," and back to himself once more, "Jazz," before pointing to the other mer with a questioning tilt of his head. He hoped it was clear what he was asking for. 

When the silence stretched on for a bit, the human also joined in. "Blaster," to himself and to his mer, "Jazz." 

There was a brief moment that Jazz could see that they were working over something, opening their mouth a few times before the sound of a sharp zip came out. "… 'tzz?" 

Jazz snorted, before breaking into a few chuckles. "Ya, missing the Ja, but you'll get there. I'm Jazz." He placed a hand over his heart. 

The gesture was reflected, {•၊||၊။} 

It was his turn to try and work out the sound in his head. Jazz tried the word out soundlessly on his tongue once. It was like a popping roll? {•၊||၊၊၊၊၊?} 

{•၊||၊။} they repeated, firmly correcting him. 

"Nice to meet ya, {•၊||၊၊၊၊၊}!" While the mer scowled at him for not even trying to fix his pronunciation, Jazz just smiled brightly.  

"So... what is his name?" Blaster asked for a translation, very interested in the development between them.  

Jazz laughed, "I have no idea." 

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Don't ask about my attempt to make sound-wave-like-text, it's gibberish, lol, and going forward only •၊||၊။ (Prowl) & •၊||၊၊၊၊၊ (Prowler) will be used until Jazz has a English (common?) name to attach an understanding to.

Keferon, I just wanted to say that every comment or tag you leave on the fic is like serotonin being injected into my veins. Every silly little image is like rolling down a grassy hill in the warm sun while I laugh with manic joy. When you add art, it's like an adrenaline shot to the heart that makes me want to run across the globe just to frantically wave hello with both hands, give you a hug and run back to get started on the next part.

And the next part will be Prowl joining Jazz in the main pool and Jazz learning just how fast he is, even while injured. >:)c

-GLC

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Me looking in my inbox and seeing that there's two peas in a po

Odjndgdjdkfhdkm PLEASE. Blaster is so nervous EVERYONE IS SO NERVOUS Ooohhhnooo he's gonna freak out and kill everything he can reach oh no we all know how all those wild stupid creatures are oh no watch out While Prowl is trying to blow their pancakes with mind

And I juswannasay I love it so much ehehejgknfbfkdn THE SOUND WAVE SPEACH? I LOVE THE LOOK OF IT EHEHEH

Always a big fan of creative ways of showing imaginary languages. This thing?? ||ll•|Il It looks hella stylish >:O

Aaannnndd I got excited and made some art hehe

[lazaruspiss]

my sibling is starting to write fic and it's so. like they've been drawing for forever and never seem insecure about art. but writing is still new to them! so the fic isn't working how they want it to. i got to point at their pile of like, 20 something filled full size sketchbooks and go, look, you've made all this art, practiced all this time to be good. and how many things have you written? 3? you keep going! you keep doing it and it will be countless one day!

[torchickentacos]

Okay, I've spoken to several of you who like both of these things and I need to know how deep this runs because it's an 'if I had a nickel for each time this thing happened, I'd have (x) nickels, which isn't a lot but it's weird that it's happened (x) times' thing-

[airenyah]

QL Wrapped 2023

i was tagged by @nongnaos and @ranchthoughts thank youuu <333

i meant to upload this at the latest by december 31st, but the thing is when i saw the tag i was a little overwhelmed at first bc i didn't know how to fill it out and then once i had it all written out i had a super hard time deciding on what to gif and then it all ended up taking soooo much longer than planned. and now it's already 2024. oops. well, better late then never...

so without further ado:

You watched 12 QLs this year that's about 264 hours!

(i'm counting only qls that started airing 2023 bc i didn't keep track of every single show that i watched and it's a lot easier to count all the 2023 dramas on mdl lmao)

You primarily only watched QLs from Thailand

i blame my bachelor thesis for this which i was writing on the translation strategies of thai to eng and also the fact that i'm learning thai, so any time i watch a series i'm like "do i watch something from a country other than thailand tonight??" only for a little voice in my head to go "yeah but you COULD be spending your evening practicing thai listening skills" so yeah...

You spent way too much time thinking about these characters: Pat Napat Jindapat

listen. LISTEN. i know ok, i know bad buddy is from 2021 not from 2023. however!!!!! bad buddy was part of our skyy 2 and that included my boy pat and so i'm counting it!!!! i'm always thinking about pat napat jindapat ok bye

no for real tho. i am NOT kidding when i say i have spent hours on end thinking about pat in the year of our lord 2023, two full years after the show dropped:

maybe in 2024 i'll finally sit down and write that meta that's been in my head for two years now

Your favorite show was Moonlight Chicken

it's gotta be the chicken show for me. yeah. it just felt so... idk, real in a way. idk how to explain it. i'm not even obsessing over mlc all that much but any time it pops into my head i go all kinds of 😭😭😭 and 🥰🥰🥰

not to mention the firstmix

the heartliming

and most importantly earth and fourth as an uncle/nephew duo??

i am so🥺🥺🥺

special shoutout also to jimbo the cat (left) who looks almost exactly like coco, my family's cat (right):

Another one of your favorites was Last Twilight

just. the way p'aof shows relationships on screen okay. yeah.

i cry

You are still stuck in this hallway:

yeah i've been thinking about the yank-kiss-yeet scene from hidden agenda and joke breaking down afterwards in that very hallway for 19 weeks straight gay. bye.

The soundtracks you listened to the most were:

(according to my spotify wrapped top 5)

Just Friend? (Bad Buddy)

Our Song (Bad Buddy)

น้ำลาย (My School President Cover)

Secret (Bad Buddy)

yeah. i've given up on the "only 2023 media" thing. if we're talking songs only from series released in 2023 then i've got love love love (our skyy 2) on no. 32 and no more empty nights (our skyy 2) on no. 46 on my spotify wrapped

also if you're wondering what the 5th song (on no.3 in reality) from my top 5 was that's missing above where i only mentioned four songs, well, it's none other than tilly birds' same page? which yeah. is also bad buddy related. surprise surprise 🤭

Your overall bl mood was P'Aof

You created 15 gifsets (of which "only" 1/3 were about making other shows about bad buddy)

you can find them here

You shazammed 295 royalty free background music pieces/songs from thai dramas

fun fact: i haven't mentioned this publically yet but since thai dramas keep using the same music over and over again in various series i've actually started collecting the different songs/pieces and i'm planning on making a side blog about it. i just want to go through some more dramas first before i publish anything. so this is something you can look forward to in 2024 dkjfkfdj

currently shazamming my way through bad buddy (you may have seen my blorbo breakdown about pran in the ep4 sleepover scene the other week that was triggered by me shazamming all of ep4). next on the list: theory of love and the eclipse. it takes ages tho, so don't expect it any time soon

Your favorite acting pair was JoongDunk

(is anyone even surprised by this lol)

no but for real whatever these two have going on, i'm intrigued:

i just. i love their energy ok. they're fun. and they're clearly having fun

i couldn't decide on what to gif so here's a little compilation bc fuck it, this is my post and i get to do whatever the fuck i want

(actually there's more that i could have put in there but i didn't wanna waste any more time with posting this tag game and also i was trying to keep the compilation somewhat short lmao)

they are such silly little idiot boys ("little" says the 155cm tall short person about the 180+cm giants 🤭) and i adore them &lt;3

their energy is essentially this meme and i'm so here for it:

and they just communicate so well when they're performing and you never feel like either of them is "alone" on stage (doing his own thing in his own little bubble), it's SUCH a joy to watch!!!! once again plugging two of my all time fave performances that i've been rewatching over and over again for the last 3 months:

also dunk is just SO little brother-shaped to me idek!! looking at his face just makes me go into big sister mode. it doesn't help that he's only like a month or so older than my actual little brother. AND he reminds me a lot of one of my fave kids from my youth group that i used to go to for years. dunk natachai has klein-andi energy and you all don't know what that means but i know what that means as does my mom and she agrees. so.

tagging:

i feel so ashamed for not making it in time before 2023 ended so i'm not gonna tag anyone but if you see this and you really wanna do it bc you haven't done it yet then please do so and tag me because i say so!!

and mutuals, send me yours bc i'm not sure i saw everyone else's!!!! (@celestial-sapphicss @moonkhao @visualtaehyun @telomeke @waitmyturtles @dribs-and-drabbles did you guys do this already and if yes, send me yours? i must have missed it 🥺🥺🥺)

[birthbystarburn]

THE WORLD IF MOST GR**N D*Y SONGS DIDNT MAKE ME SHIFT MY STUPID CANON DIVERGENT U******G TIMELINE (removed e,e,a from first censored words)

[inseobts]

Hello!! I just found ur blog and I really like ur writing ☺️ I would like a imagine/scenario with fem!reader, she is in a relationship with the captain trio (kid, law and Luffy) just some silly things about them arguing about with boat she should stay for the next time (the captains are not with each other, they kinda "share" the reader) I also would like it fluffy please 😊 I'm sorry if that's confusing, English is not my first language

Three Boats, One Heart

law + kid + luffy x fem!reader (poly relantionship)

a/n: okay idk if I did it good but I loved that I didn't have to choose just one lmao

words count: 3.9k

tags: fluff, captain trio x reader, poly-ish, jealousy, silly arguments, established relationship/s

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

The wind is soft today. The sea is calm. You’re smiling.

You should have known peace wouldn’t last long.

“I told you she’s staying with me this time!” Kid’s voice booms across the small island harbor, arms crossed and lips curled into a scowl. His red hair shines under the sun, making him look even angrier than usual.

“No,” Law says flatly, not even looking at Kid. His cold eyes are on you “She said she’d stay on my submarine this week. We made plans.”

“Plans?” Luffy cuts in, loudly. He’s already clinging to your arm like a koala “But she promised me meat night on the Sunny! That’s way better than boring submarine plans!”

“I didn’t promise—” you try to speak, but your words are drowned out by the three men yelling over each other again.

“She likes spicy food! My chef makes it best!” Kid growls.

“She said she wanted to read that book I found. That’s on my ship” Law shoots back, tightening his gloves.

“I have hammocks! And sea kings to see! And fun! You’re boring, Law!” Luffy huffs.

You stand there, blinking slowly, while your boyfriends, three of the most dangerous men on the sea, argue like kids in a candy store.

“Why don’t we let her choose?” Law finally says, raising an eyebrow “She has a mouth.”

“Yeah, and it’s gonna say Kid’s ship” Kid smirks.

“Meat night!” Luffy shouts again.

You sigh, putting your hands up.

“Guys. Guys. GUYS!”

They freeze. All three turn to look at you. Luffy’s eyes are wide. Law’s brow twitches. Kid grumbles something but shuts up.

You smile sweetly “How about… I choose after dinner?”

“No!” They shout in unison.

“Of course you’d wait until after meat night” Law mutters to Luffy.

Kid rolls his eyes “Typical.”

“Alright, alright,” you laugh “Then I’m flipping a coin.”

Three voices, instantly:

“No fair!”

“Unscientific.”

“Do two out of three!”

You take a deep breath.

This is your life now.

And honestly?

You wouldn’t trade it for anything.

The sun dips lower in the sky, painting the clouds pink and orange. You sit on a crate at the edge of the harbor, swinging your legs. You should be relaxing.

But instead…

“Y/N.”

You blink. Law’s standing in front of you, quiet and serious. Too quiet. You squint suspiciously.

“What are you hiding?”

“…Nothing.”

He sits beside you. Then, very slowly, he pulls something from his coat.

Your eyes widen “Wait. Is that...?”

“The new novel from the Baterilla Book Fair,” he says calmly “First edition. I used Room to grab it before anyone else could.”

You gasp “Law!”

“I thought you’d appreciate it. Since you ‘haven’t had quiet reading time in weeks’.”

Your heart flutters. He even remembers that?

Before you can thank him, a loud clang rings from behind.

“Killer, give me the tray! Move!”

You turn just in time to see Kid stomping toward you with a whole plate of your favorite spicy dumplings. His metal arm is holding the tray like a fancy waiter. It’s kind of terrifying.

“You like food more than books anyway, right?” he says, shoving the plate into your lap.

“Excuse me?” Law snaps, standing up.

“Chill, Surgeon Freak. You can read your little book while she eats my food” Kid smirks.

You glance between them.

“…Are you two trying to bribe me?”

“No” Law says.

“Yes” Kid says at the same time.

“MEAT NIGHT!!!”

Both men nearly jump as Luffy appears out of nowhere, hanging upside down from a tree branch above you like a happy little menace.

“I saved you the biggest steak!” he grins “And I got Usopp to make you a sea cow milkshake! You have to come now!”

You burst out laughing.

All three of them stare at you.

“Okay,” you say, wiping a tear from your eye, “this is getting ridiculous.”

“You’re ridiculous” Luffy mumbles into your hair, now fully clung to your back like a backpack.

“Don’t touch her like that...” Kid growls.

“She’s not yours” Law adds.

“She’s mine right now!” Luffy says proudly, kicking his feet in the air.

You let out a long sigh, smiling at them all.

“Alright. How about this. Since you’re all going the same way, I spend one day on each ship. Three days, three ships. Fair?”

They look at each other. Then at you.

“…Fine” Law says first.

“Tch. I guess that works” Kid mutters.

Luffy hums “Only if I get to keep her the fourth day!”

“What fourth day?”

And just like that, they’re bickering again.

You sit back with your plate of dumplings, the new book in your lap, and Luffy still clinging to you like an overgrown plushie.

Yeah. Life is good.

The moon is up now. The island is quiet except, of course, for your three boyfriends standing in a triangle around you, arms crossed and eyes sharp like you’re about to make the most important decision in the world.

You hold up the coin “Heads is Luffy. Tails is Law. If it lands on the edge, I go with Kid.”

Kid’s eye twitches “What?!”

“Relax,” you smirk “It’s a joke. Two rounds. First flip is Law versus Luffy. The winner faces Kid. Final flip decides who gets me first.”

They all freeze.

“…That’s so dumb it might work” Kid mutters, crossing his arms.

“I accept this tournament” Luffy says seriously, like it’s a sacred honor.

Law just sighs “We’re gambling for time with our girlfriend. Ridiculous.”

“Still playing, though?” you smirk.

“…Obviously.”

You clap your hands once “Alright. First round: Luffy versus Law. Heads for Luffy, Tails for Law. Let the Coin Games begin.”

You flip it high. All three captains tilt their heads to watch it spin.

Clink.

“Tails!” you call “Law wins the first round!”

“HAH,” Law smirks, pushing his hair back “Try again next time, Straw Hat.”

“NNNOOOO!” Luffy drops to his knees like you just told him meat is illegal “I wanted to go first!”

You pat his head gently “So cute. It’s Law vs. Kid now.”

“Easy,” Kid scoffs, stepping forward “He’s going down.”

Law rolls his neck like he’s prepping for a fight “I hate this coin.”

You flip again.

It spins.

Clink.

“Heads,” you say, blinking down at it “Kid wins.”

Kid raises both fists in the air “HELL. YES.”

Law just stares in silence, his soul briefly leaving his body.

“I lost to him?” he whispers.

Luffy’s already back on his feet, grabbing your hand “I love this game! We should do this every week!”

Kid grins down at you “Guess who’s staying on the Metal Queen tonight?”

You sigh, half-laughing, half-panicking.

“Fine. Kid wins this round. But you two get your turns after, okay?”

Law and Luffy both grumble in unison but nod.

You don’t miss the way Law mutters “best two out of three” under his breath.

Or how Luffy is already planning “revenge”.

Aboard the Victoria Punk, the ship smells like oil, metal, and faint spice from the kitchen. It’s loud. Messy. Kind of chaotic. Very Kid.

He walks with you through the deck like he owns the world. Probably because he thinks he does.

“You’re not cold, right?” he asks suddenly, pulling off his heavy coat and tossing it around your shoulders without warning.

“It’s warm” you say with a soft smile, hugging it around yourself.

He scratches the back of his neck, looking away “Yeah. Whatever.”

Later, you sit in his workshop while he tinkers with something strange and sparking. He lets you sit on the counter, tosses you tools when you ask, and only yells a little when you nearly press a self-destruct button.

“I like when you’re here,” he mumbles, not looking at you “Ship feels less… noisy.”

You blink “Kid. Your ship is always noisy.”

“Exactly.”

You chuckle, reaching down to brush a bit of oil off his cheek. He catches your hand and presses a kiss to your palm like it’s no big deal.

You don’t tell him your heart stutters. He doesn’t need the ego boost.

You wake up in Kid’s room. It’s not as scary as people would think. Sure, there’s a pile of gears in one corner and his desk looks like a mad inventor lives there (he kind of does), but the bed is surprisingly soft.

Probably because he shoved every blanket on the ship onto it last night.

You stretch, blinking as the first rays of sunlight sneak through the window. A heavy weight is across your waist.

You look down.

Kid’s metal arm is draped over you like a guard rail. His face is pressed into the pillow beside yours, red hair a mess, mouth slightly open. He’s snoring. Just a little.

You try to move.

The arm tightens.

“…Don’t” he mutters, still half-asleep.

“I need to pee.”

“…Hold it.”

You snort “Wow. Romantic.”

He finally opens one eye “You got somewhere else to be?”

“I mean, eventually? The deal was one day each.”

“Tch.” He flops onto his back, metal arm now resting across your stomach like a very heavy paperweight “Not a good deal. Should’ve fought harder.”

“You won.”

“Yeah. But now I gotta give you up.”

You pause.

“…Did you just say something sweet?”

“No. Shut up.” He throws a pillow at your face.

You toss it back.

He catches it midair, grinning “You really like that coin more than me, huh?”

You smirk “The coin doesn’t snore.”

“Liar. Coin’s boring. I’m way more fun.”

He leans in and kisses you hard, no warning, no softness. It’s all teeth and heat and Kid. He pulls back just enough to murmur “Next time, I’m not letting that stupid surgeon or Straw Hat touch you for a week.”

You raise an eyebrow “Jealous?”

“Damn right I am.”

You wrap your arms around his neck “Then make this day count.”

He grins.

Challenge accepted.

Later on you stand at the edge of the harbor, bag over your shoulder, Law’s submarine already waiting in the water like a quiet shadow. You can see Shachi waving from the deck. Bepo’s holding a handmade welcome banner. It’s adorable.

Behind you, Kid is scowling like he just bit into something sour.

“You don’t have to go, you know” he mutters, arms crossed. His metal arm whirs softly as he flexes it without meaning to.

“I do,” you say, turning to face him “We had a deal.”

“Deals can be broken.”

“Not this one.”

He glares at the submarine like it insulted him personally “Stupid bathtub ship.”

You smirk “Aww. Are you gonna miss me, Captain Angry?”

“…No” he lies.

You step closer, rising up to kiss his cheek “Well, I’ll miss you.”

He shifts awkwardly, lips twitching like he’s fighting a smile. But when you start walking away, he follows behind you like an annoyed cat.

You reach the dock. Law’s crew starts lowering a little platform to pick you up.

Kid frowns deeper “This is dumb.”

“Don’t start” you sigh.

“I don’t like this.”

“You agreed to this.”

“Under protest.”

You glance back at him, amused “Come on, Kid. Sharing is caring.”

That does it.

“I share nothing with them!” he snaps, voice echoing.

You turn around slowly, tilting your head. Then you smile. Not teasing. Not smug. Just soft.

“You do,” you say quietly “You share me.”

Kid blinks. His jaw clenches.

You can almost see the NO I DON’T forming on his lips, but he doesn’t say it.

He looks at you and his scowl twitches into something closer to pain “That’s different.”

“I know,” you whisper, stepping up to him one last time. You press your forehead to his “But I come back. Every time.”

He exhales through his nose “You better.”

“I will.”

“You better wear the coat I gave you. It smells like me.”

“…That’s why you gave it to me?”

He shrugs, smug again “Marking my territory.”

You shake your head, laughing, and step onto the lift as it takes you down toward the sub.

Kid watches the whole way, eyes sharp, arms folded tight across his chest.

You wave.

He doesn’t wave back but you know he’s still watching, until the sub door closes behind you.

The inside of the Polar Tang is calm, quiet, and weirdly clean. After the wild noise of Kid’s ship, it’s like walking into a library, if libraries smelled like antiseptic and steel.

Bepo meets you at the entrance with the banner still in his paws.

“Welcome aboard, Y/N! Captain said you’re not allowed to do any chores. And also that we have to ‘give you space’ but I don’t know what that means!”

“Thanks, Bepo,” you giggle “He’s just being dramatic.”

“I heard that” comes Law’s voice from down the hallway.

You walk toward it, dragging your bag behind you, and turn the corner to find him already leaning against the wall, arms crossed, trying to look bored.

He looks at you for one second too long.

You raise an eyebrow “What?”

“You’re five minutes late.”

“I know, Kid was being… Kid. But I’ll make up for it.” You smirk.

He glances away “Good.”

You roll your eyes and keep walking “So what’s the plan? Books? Tea? Staring at walls in silence?”

“I made a schedule.”

You freeze “You… what?”

He pulls a folded paper from his coat pocket “It includes meals, reading time, coffee breaks, and precisely two hours of optional nap time.”

You stare “You made me a day plan?”

“It’s important to have structure.”

You press your lips together “You’re such a weirdo.”

“You’re the one who dates me. And I’m the most normal one here and out there.”

You both smirk.

Later you’re in his room. Wrapped in one of his giant coats. Reading.

Law’s on the couch across from you. Also reading. Except he’s definitely not reading anymore because he keeps glancing over the top of the book every ten seconds.

Finally, you sigh and close yours “Okay. What is it?”

“…What?”

“You’re staring.”

“I am not.”

“You are definitely staring.”

He shuts his book and leans back “You smell like Kid.”

You blink. Then grin “Oh my god. Are you jealous?”

“No.”

“Law…”

He mutters something under his breath and gets up, walking over to you. He plucks the coat off your shoulders, drops it on the floor, and replaces it with his own. It smells like clean linen and ink and something you’ve decided is just “him”.

You blink up at him, amused.

He leans down, cups your chin, and kisses you slow and deliberate.

When he pulls back, he mumbles, “There. Better.”

“Still jealous, though.”

“Shut up.”

You laugh and curl into his coat, dragging him down beside you on the bed.

It’s quiet. Warm. Comfortable.

This is his love language. Quiet touches. Shared books. Little things that say, you matter.

He tucks you close, arm around your waist, whispering almost shyly, “Don’t fall asleep yet. You haven’t had coffee.”

You smile against his chest.

“I don’t need coffee. I have you.”

He groans softly “That was awful.”

“You loved it.”

“…Yeah.”

You wake up warm, tucked under smooth sheets. Everything smells like fresh cotton and old paper.

Law is still asleep behind you, breathing steady against the back of your neck.

He’s the kind of sleeper that holds on without meaning to, one arm around your middle, the other curled loosely near your head like a shield.

You shift a little.

The grip tightens instantly.

“…It’s not time yet” he mumbles, voice gravelly from sleep.

You smile, still half-asleep yourself “We have around twenty minutes.”

“That’s twenty minutes too soon.”

You laugh softly “You made the schedule, remember?”

He groans and presses his face into your shoulder “Mistake.”

You turn to face him. He’s got bed hair, soft eyes, and that quiet pout he doesn’t know he makes in the morning.

“You could just come with me, you know” you tease.

“No.” He closes his eyes again “He’s too loud. And he’s going to jump on me.”

“True.”

You brush a hand over his bangs, then kiss the spot between his brows “But I’ll miss you.”

His eyes open slowly. Golden brown, focused. Honest.

“…I’ll miss you too.”

You both lie there for a little longer before he finally sighs and sits up, stretching “Come on. I’ll walk you to the dock.”

The Thousand Sunny bobs cheerfully at the edge of the water. Luffy is already waving both arms like a windmill “Y/N! Y/N! I made snacks! Hurry before Usopp eats them!”

You shake your head, laughing.

Law stands beside you, hands in his coat pockets, watching like he’s preparing for surgery. His mouth is a flat line, his shoulders a little too stiff.

“He’s… excited” you offer carefully.

“He’s loud.”

“You said that already.”

“He’s going to drop you.”

“I’ll survive.”

“…Unlikely.”

You nudge him with your elbow “You’re allowed to be annoyed. Just don’t kill him.”

Law exhales through his nose, not quite a laugh “No promises.”

You look up at him and smile softly “You know, Kid yelled the whole time when I left. You’re kind of… the opposite.”

“I don’t yell” he says, insulted.

“No, I know. You… hold it all in.”

He glances at you, eyes unreadable “Is that a bad thing?”

You shake your head “No. It’s a you thing.”

You lean up on your toes and kiss him. Slow. Thoughtful. Long enough to make Luffy groan loudly in the distance.

“STOP KISSING, START WALKING!”

You both ignore him for a second longer.

When you pull away, Law presses something into your hand, a folded note. You blink.

“What’s this?”

“A list.”

You open it and read: “Come back safe. Drink water. Don’t fall off the ship. Don’t forget me.”

You smile so wide it almost hurts.

“Romantic and bossy at the same time” you tease.

He shrugs “I multitask”

You take a few steps away, then pause and turn.

“Hey, Law?”

“…Yeah?”

“I’ll come back. I always do.”

He doesn’t smile. But his voice is soft.

“I know.”

You barely make it onto the Sunny before Luffy tackles you in a flying hug.

“YOU’RE HERE!!!” he shouts, arms wrapped tightly around your waist like you’re a piece of treasure he thought might vanish.

“Luffy! Breathing! Air!” you wheeze, laughing as he spins you in a circle.

The crew just watches fondly, like they’ve seen this a hundred times before.

“You’re late!” Luffy declares, finally setting you down.

“I’m literally on time.”

“But I missed you!”

You open your mouth to reply, but he suddenly cups your cheeks, squishing them “Do you smell like Law?! Ew!”

You grin “He gave me a coat.”

“I’M BURNING IT.”

Later he gives you a tour of the ship again like it’s your first time.

“Here’s your room! Just kidding, you can sleep in my hammock!”

“This is the kitchen—Sanji said I can’t cook anything, but I might have made snacks.”

“This is where Usopp and I tried to make a rocket once! It almost worked!”

He’s chaos on legs, grabbing your hand and dragging you from one spot to the next with endless energy.

But the moment you say, “Luffy, slow down” he stops instantly and looks back at you, worried.

“You okay?”

You blink “Yeah. I just want to be with you. You don’t have to impress me. And I’ve been on this ship thousands of times.”

He tilts his head, smile softening “I know. I just wanna show you stuff. ‘Cause you’re mine.”

You raise an eyebrow “Part mine.”

He frowns, dramatic “Don’t say that!”

You laugh and tug him down to sit on the deck. The stars are starting to show. The ocean sways under the ship like a giant heartbeat.

You lie back.

He flops down next to you, arms behind his head.

“I like this” he says.

“Just lying here?”

“Yeah. With you. It feels like the end of a good meal.”

You turn your head to look at him “That’s your best way of describing love, huh?”

“Yup!” He grins “Warm, full, and happy.”

You nudge him “You’re getting good at this.”

“I’ve been practicing.”

“On who?”

He grins wider “On you.”

Later that night you’re curled in his hammock, swaying gently. Luffy’s tangled up with you, head on your chest, arms around your waist, snoring softly.

For someone who never stops moving, he sleeps like he never wants to let go.

You brush a hand through his hair.

“I’ll come back” you whisper, though he’s already dreaming.

He mumbles something.

You lean down.

“Luffy?”

“…Don’t go too long.”

Your heart twists.

“I won’t” you promise.

You’re still on the Sunny in the morning, sitting on the edge of the deck with your legs swinging over the side, sun warming your face.

Luffy’s beside you, leaning against the railing with a toothy grin, snacking on meat like nothing in the world could ever go wrong.

Then you hear it.

A mechanical thunk and a soft hum of teleportation.

You glance back.

Law steps onto the deck with his hands in his pockets. Kid is right behind him, arms crossed, face unreadable. He doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t move.

Luffy waves like it’s a reunion party “You’re late!”

“We weren’t invited” Law deadpans.

“Still late.”

You turn to them both, heart already in your throat.

“You guys came to fight over who gets the next turn?” you ask, even though you already know.

Law shrugs, casual on the outside “I assumed the coin toss would happen again.”

“Yeah,” Luffy says “Let’s flip it! Where’s the coin?! I'm going to win this time!”

You hold up your hand.

“No.”

They both pause. Even Luffy blinks at you.

Kid doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. His jaw’s tight. That angry glint in his eye is gone, replaced by something more dangerous, quiet.

And that’s what gets you.

Because Kid is never quiet. He’s yelling, cursing, stomping, alive.

And right now he looks like someone who’s afraid if he opens his mouth, he’ll say something he can’t take back.

You step forward, past Law, past Luffy.

“I’m not flipping a coin this time,” you say softly “I’m going with Kid.”

His head jerks a little, eyes snapping up to meet yours.

“I said something dumb last time,” you continue “I thought I was being funny. But you’ve barely looked at me since then. You haven’t said a single thing, and that’s… not like you.”

He stays silent.

You step even closer, just a few feet away now.

“I think I hurt you. And if I did… I’m sorry.”

Finally, his jaw unclenches. His voice comes out rough, like it’s been held back too long.

“You didn’t hurt me” he says, not meeting your eyes.

“Then what?”

He looks at you and shrugs, like it’s not a big deal.

“I just don’t like when the person I’d rip the sea apart for calls herself something I have to share.”

Your heart cracks and stitches at the same time.

Before you can say anything, Luffy steps forward and grins.

“Okay!” he says “Then it’s Kid’s turn!”

Law doesn’t argue either. He just gives you a soft look. A knowing one.

“…a week each?” he says, not to Kid, but to you.

You nod and smile softly “That would be great.”

As you walk back toward the dock with Kid, he finally speaks again.

“…You don’t have to come back with me, you know.”

You look up “I want to.”

He looks away, ears a little red “…Good.”

Behind you, Luffy waves “BYE! DON’T DO TOO MUCH KISSING WITHOUT ME!”

Law just mutters something under his breath about idiots and walks away.

But in that silence, those few moments where nobody argues, nobody fights, you know that they understand. Not just you. Not just their place in your world. But they understand each other.

Even if they’d never say it out loud.

[jj-one]

HATE YOU

this is smut, do not interact if under 18

pairing: enemies to lovers ? (sorta one-sided tho), college au, fuckboy!jungkook x f!reader genre/tags: smut, angst, alcohol usage, dirty talk, lowkey perverted!jk, fingering, piv, unprotected sex (oof), drunk sex, public sex (reader & jk do it at a house party), riding, video recording **pls don’t do none of this irl LMAO words: 2.7k

**old repost from my deleted blog

Hate is a strong word— at least that’s what people try and say. You meant it though, it was a word you didn’t use lightly. Especially when it came to your opinion on 99% of the male population at your school. You couldn’t stand most of them, they all just wanted one thing. Getting into your pants.

You despised hook-up culture with a passion and it didn’t help that most guys who tried talking to you were all the same. You had a special hatred for a particular individual the most though— Jeon Jungkook from your physics class. He was the most arrogant, conceited, egotistical person you’ve ever met your whole life.

Every class he would have a different girl with him wrapped around his arm, walking him to the door like he’s some kind of royalty. The way almost every girl would swoon over him just because he’s good looking was baffling to you. Yeah he may have a pretty face but does that cancel everything else out? Of course not. You’ll never understand why these women would choose to go after someone like him, you felt embarrassed for them honestly.

“Jungkook, meet me after class I’ll be waiting for you!” Some girl shouted through the door to get his attention.

He was sitting two seats from you, looking at his phone while paying no mind to the obvious screaming being directed to him. He was so full of himself it was ridiculous.

“Hey y/n, what’re you doing tonight?”

That voice startled the hell out of you. Who gave Jungkook the right to even be speaking to you right now? Looking over in his direction, you give him an empty stare.

“Why do you care?” You said harshly.

It makes no sense why he would even try talking to you, you’ve never given him any indication you liked him.

“Sheesh, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today,” he chuckles, “you should pull up to my party tonight!” You wanted to almost physically gag at the wink he just gave you.

“I’m good.” You shut him down quickly and try moving on but he doesn’t let you off that easy.

“You sure? The whole schools practically gonna be there, you don’t wanna miss out on all the fun do ya?” That annoying smirk on his face was really starting to irritate you.

“I said I’m good, I’d never show up to one of your dumb ass parties.”

“I think you got me mixed up with someone else, my parties are always lit. If you have a change of heart though, I’ll make sure to show you a real good time.”

You scoff, utterly disgusted by his last comment, just about everything he said had sexual undertones to them. His humor was weird and extremely perverted which heavily pissed you off. You couldn’t wait for this class to be over.

“We’re almost here!” Yuna exclaims in the passenger seat.

You were in the back with two of your other friends as you were headed to a party. You weren’t totally up for partying tonight but ultimately your friends were able to convince you to go. You don’t even know where the party is but maybe it’s good to get your mind off things.

“Oh, by the way who’s party is this?” You ask suddenly as Lisa pulls into a driveway.

The car got silent for a second, no one answered your question. It was a bit odd to you the way they all froze up.

“Actually… it’s Jungkook’s party…” Lisa finally spoke, her eyes kept trailing away from you.

“What the fuck? Of all places you choose to go you pick him?!” You felt so betrayed.

They really drove you all the way here just to trick you into coming and now you have no escape plan. They all begged and pleaded for you to suck it up and let loose for just one night. You finally agreed but only under the condition that you want to be far away from him as possible.

“Why do you even dislike him so much? You would think he had murdered someone or something!” Your friend asks.

“I just think he’s a pretentious asshole that doesn’t deserve all the hype he gets.”

They just shrug your opinion off and get out the car. You huff as you open the door and head to the party with the rest of them.

You instantly felt claustrophobic once you go inside. There were crowds of people everywhere. Jungkook was right, everyone at the school was practically here. Loud rap music was blaring through the speakers, red solo cups scattered the floor, people getting sloppy drunk or stoned; the perfect stereotypical house party.

You haven’t seen him yet so that was a good sign and you go up to the kitchen to get drinks with Lisa. 20 minutes pass by now and Lisa was left out of your sight. You have no idea where she could’ve run off to and now you have to search the place to find your friends.

Heading outside into the backyard, your balance was becoming unstable from the alcohol in your system. You were taking shots of Hennessy back to back and it caught up to you faster than you could blink. You sat down on one of the lawn chairs since your head was starting to feel really heavy. You felt a sudden tap behind your shoulder and hear a voice that even when you’re drunk, you can sense with disdain.

“Well, well, well if it isn’t little miss ‘i’d never show up to one of your dumb ass parties!’” Jungkook teases while coming from behind you.

“Get the hell away from me!” You lean away from him to leave you alone but he only came closer.

“This is my house so I don’t need to go anywhere, if anything I think I should kick you out for being so mean to me.” His face inched towards yours further, putting you in an uncomfortable position.

You don’t know why your body felt paralyzed though, it was probably just from all the alcohol inebriating your mind.

“You know, I never understood why you actually hate me. I never hurt you did I?” He says, slightly cocking his head to the side.

His tattooed hand landed on your knee, just planting it there while keeping strong eye contact. You couldn’t speak for some reason, it was as if an enormous lump has formed and got caught inside your throat. He looks down at the skirt you’re wearing and bites his lip, playing with his lip ring.

“Why aren’t you talking? You usually have a lot to say to me, why so quiet now sweetheart? Cat got your tongue?” He continues speaking in that condescending tone of his and you’ve had enough now.

“I fucking hate your guts Jungkook, I absolutely despise you. You’re a cocky, perverted fuckboy that needs to be humbled and finally put in your place!” You snap back at him while pushing his hand away.

“Woah girl chill out, that was a bit harsh don’t ya think? Also, I’d love for you to put me in my place any day.” Yet again, he never fails to make a sexually charged comment.

“You’re disgusting, seriously get help!” You attempt to get up from the lawn chair but he pushes you back down.

“You know, I’ve always liked my girls a little feisty. I find it hot when girls yell at me.”

Either this man has a humiliation kink or is just plain stupid— either way you don’t want to be anywhere near him but he wouldn’t let you leave.

“Please just go away Jungkook, I don’t want you in my sight anymore.”

“Really? Because if that were true then you would’ve been left already,” his hand went to stroke the side of your hair “seems like you really don’t want me to leave.”

His other hand went back to your knee again but slowly trails up to your thigh and goes under your skirt this time. You were surprised within yourself that you were even letting this happen. He leans in to your face, being just a few inches away from his lips. You became almost in a trance by those pink, pillowy lips. You don’t know what came over you but you grab his face and messily kiss him. The movement of your lips colliding and syncing together as he deepened the kiss. He sensually touches your thigh while you moan into the kiss and he squeezes your thigh tightly in response. Looking around to see all the people still here when you pull away from him; you can’t fathom you just made out with Jungkook in front of all these goddamn people. You just lost all respect for yourself.

“You know I’ve always secretly had a crush on you y/n?” Jungkook admits, “I kinda like it when girls are mean to me. Or maybe I just like it when you’re mean, I haven’t figured it out yet.”

“Let me show you how mean I can get then.” You reply, staring up at him with hungry eyes.

That cheesy grin never leaving his face as he hears you speak. The tension only grew thicker and he wasn’t about to waste another second.

“Sit on my lap.” He uses his hands to maneuver you and leans back in the chair.

You drunkenly stumble on top of him, feeling him against you. Your body heat raised through the roof but this time you were sure it wasn’t because of the liquor. You straddle his lap as you go back to hastily making out. His wandering hands kept slipping down to your ass to squeeze it and you were starting to feel dizzy from the way he was kissing you. You feel his touch under your skirt to play with you some more, not caring if anyone’s looking at this point.

“I don’t think we should be doing this.. not here at least. Too many people.” You say when pulling away from his lips.

“I really don’t give a fuck, it’s my party let them watch. Let’s put on a good show for everyone, yeah?”

You know this goes beyond against every moral you’ve had before. You’re about to do the one thing you told yourself that you’d never do.

“Sounds like a plan to me.” Agreeing to go along with his narrative.

He lets you in charge now, letting you have full control over the way you get to ride him. You push your panties to the side and he undoes his pants to free his fully hard member. You didn’t realize how much of a nice cock he has, it was well groomed and had the perfect size/width.

“You have a really pretty dick, must I say.” You still can’t believe these words are being said to Jungkook.

“Thanks baby, I can’t wait for it to be in that pretty little pussy of yours.”

He drags two of his fingers down to your core and swipes in a circular motion, smearing the wet slick as he watches your mouth open wide with pleasure. His digits sink into your cunt harshly, pushing them deeper and deeper.

“Fuck! Your fingers feel too good…” you hid your face in his shoulder as he splits you open.

Your eyes hung low and your mind was hazy. Unable to think straight, you just wanted to feel Jungkook inside of you already.

“Need to fuck you nowww!” You yell, almost sounding a bit whiny.

“So do it then cutie. Come fuck yourself on my cock.”

He withdraws his digits out of you and licks the juices off them one by one. His grin would only get wider as you lowered yourself on his cock. You were so soaking wet you sunk down on him easily while resting your hands around his shoulders to brace yourself a bit before moving. Once you regain focus you slide up and down on his shaft nice and slow; making him bite his lip, moan, and curse under his breath.

“Your pussy feels so good… so tight… fuck..” his mind was going blank as you pick up a steady pace.

You were so out of it by now that you were bouncing on his cock in a frenzy. He roughly thrusted his hips back into you while you sloppily rode him. The way he filled you up felt like you were in heaven. You open your eyes for a second, forgetting that you were at a party. Almost everyone was looking at you, some people even took out their phones to record the scene in front of them. It was probably all the alcohol you drank but you didn’t even care anymore, you continued savagely riding him. You’re moaning louder as you slam down into him harder, pulling his body closer to yours. He loudly grunts from your walls aching around him, his cock was throbbing so intensely he felt himself wanting to burst already.

People were beyond shocked to see this happening, it was a wild party but they weren’t expecting all this. You try not to pay attention to everyone and focus on Jungkook so you can make yourself cum. Then out of nowhere, he spontaneously lifts you up while you’re still on his cock. Engulfing those large hands on your ass cheeks to keep you balanced and thrusts into you deep while he’s standing up. You had your arms wrapped tightly around him, you weren’t too scared of falling since he had a strong grip on you. You were taking his cock with each harsh stroke he gave, screaming out his name over and over so the whole party could hear it.

“Fuck yes Jungkook! Keep fucking me just like that, you’re so good!!” You could feel yourself coming close and so does Jungkook. Wet strands of sticky hair cling to his face from all the work he’s putting in, his eyebrows furrowed to concentrate solely on making you cum.

“Gonna cum on this cock for me baby? I feel you getter tighter ‘round me.”

“Yess, wanna cum on your cock so bad please!”

He was hitting all the spots in you just right, the slight curve of his shaft fit so perfectly in your core. Your mouth was back to being jaw locked again, feeling the heat wave of your orgasm coming through. It hit even harder when you were drunk, you felt like you were going to fall out of his arms but he noticed you slipping and pulls you up into a firmer grasp. While shutting your eyes you feel your release take over, cursing and moaning his name repeatedly like a broken record.

“I’m ‘bout to cum ….” He pulls out of you and sets you back on the lawn chair, “look up and open wide for me.”

You open your mouth eagerly for him, he gives his cock a few pumps before releasing his white creamy load into your mouth. You swallow every drop of his cum and stick your tongue out for him to show your empty mouth. He smiles at the pretty sight of you and goes in to kiss you once again.

“This is fucking insane!” One of the random people at the party says.

You recognize the person since they’ve been watching you from the start. To say that you and Jungkook left everyone at that party speechless was an understatement.

“You know people were taking videos of us right?” Jungkook says cautiously.

“Yeah… it’s probably going to end up all over social media now, if it hasn’t already. Oh well, like I care!” You shrug nonchalantly.

Oh you’ll definitely care when you sober up.

“Let’s get outta here?” Jungkook zips his pants back up and takes his hand out for you to grab.

You hold onto him and balance your wobbly legs to stand up. You were both severely drunk but he held his liquor way better than you did. For the rest of the night, the party continued and you ended up finding your friends. They soon found out about you were doing and how you fucked Jungkook in front of everyone there, they were all completely taken aback. You went from hating his guts to him destroying yours— guess that’s one way you can end a burning hatred for someone.

[melk-maid]

warnings: everyone is aged up 21+, afab/gn reader, dead dove do not eat, lemurian rafayel (merman rafayel), yandere!rafayel, artist!reader, magical lemurian abilities, non con, double cocks, possessiveness, threats and attempts at drowning, rafayel is a weird freak!!!! ~ 6.6k synopsis: your mom told you tales as a child about wishes in a bottle that a sea god could make true. rafayel falls in love with you after watching you draw by the shore and intends on making all your dreams a reality.

note: this is a commission for my beloved @rafayelism!!!!! thank you SO MUCH for giving me the opportunity to write our little fishie!!! i had so so so much fun writing this giving me an open wc is very dangerous lmao but i love this fic sm my commissions are still open, mind the tags and enjoy~♡ dividers by @/cursed-carmine minors & ageless blogs dni - you will be blocked

It's so peaceful on the coast. Fingers coated in black charcoal swipe across the page with practised ease, there's no hesitation with each move; only instinct. You draw what you see by the ocean, how it makes you feel. There's no rhyme or reason to any of the drawings that decorate the pages, nor should there be. It's whatever you're feeling as you stare off into the horizon. You take in the sea shore with all your senses.

Seagulls fly overhead and cry out to their companions as the waves periodically crash into one another, lazily enveloping itself, barely lapping at the mound of rocks you sit atop. The smell of the water has become nostalgic since you started coming to the beach for inspiration. City life is great, but you need something new, you crave the feeling of freedom and peace.

When your page was full, you turned to the next. Drawing that which you wished for, something you would ask the God's if they were to listen, a life you desire if you could start over again. It's easy to lose yourself in the page, to darken and smudge and blend. No thoughts, no second guessing.

You realised the image was rather sad when you came to. It was created from loneliness. Humans need to be loved and desired. You really did reach into the depths of your heart to pull this out. The page is dark and brooding, it shows you a part of yourself you're not sure if you're ever willing to face. You begin to tear the page out of your sketchbook, along with the other drawings from today.

Your mom used to tell you about an old wives tale when you were a child; put your wishes on a piece of paper, stick it in a glass bottle and toss it into the sea. If you're lucky, the Sea God will find it and make all your wishes come true.

It's silly, you think, that a God would listen to a mortal's wishes. Nothing but a tall tale that's been passed down for centuries. You smile thinking about it, rolling up the papers from your sketchbook and slipping them neatly inside of an empty, glass bottle.

You hesitate — are you really going to do this?

What if it wasn't just a tale?

Before you change your mind, you seal the glass with a cork and stand on the rocks, reeling your arm back and tossing it hard into the ocean, throwing as far as you could to miss the rocks. Thankfully, it hits the water with an audible plop, but something immediately shimmers along the surface nearby.

It wasn't just the water under the sun, it was different, a distinct shine. Colours that aren't synonymous with the ocean, a purple hue that gleamed beneath the surface. You stand at the rocks watching the bottle float along the water's surface, bobbing up and down with the tide, waiting—hoping to see it again. It never reappears. Your bottle of wishes drifts further into the ocean.

Rather than dwelling on it, you mentally shrug it off and collect your conté and sketchbook to return home.

All the while, Rafayel watches you from the water with keen interest.

After narrowly avoiding the attempted assault with a glass bottle, his heart races as you lock eyes with him through the water. He didn't think he was close enough to the surface for you to see, especially not when he himself struggles to see you standing atop the rocks, not without ripples of the water and murky depths obstructing his view. Despite the hindrance, Rafayel could see how beautiful you were. Daring to surface just for a moment while you were lost in your book, he could see clearly how special you were, imprinting the sight into his mind before dipping back under.

For a moment, he wonders if you're looking at him, that you'd noticed him lingering by the shore. Your eyes are locked onto him but at the same time, they're really not. Unfocused and unsure, you furrow your brows and Rafayel lets out a short huff when you begin to collect your possessions.

It's good that you didn't see him…at the same time, he's a little disappointed you didn't come investigate. Crossing his arms over his torso, he pretends not to watch you leave, waiting for the moment you were out of sight to grab the bottle you threw at him.

There's paper inside the glass. Rafayel inspects the bottle under the water, twisting and turning it until eventually, it slips out of his grasp and floats back to the surface. It's been so long since he last saw a message in a bottle — not since he was a young Lumerian. He'd learnt his lesson that time, along with his guardians scolding; never open a message under the surface or else you'll lose the contents, and — most importantly — don't meddle with human affairs.

Rules are meant to be broken. Which is why Rafayel often lingers near the shore to watch people. This time, he finds himself strangely intrigued by you, especially in comparison to the other humans he's seen.

None have yet to see him without his permission, and it gave him the confidence to keep watching. Humans are strange and interesting, though there are some similarities to Lumerians that he finds comforting. Rafayel learnt their language, picked up on patterns, and knows a lot more about humans than others of his kind.

So it shouldn't come as too much of a surprise when he found himself infatuated with a human, especially one who broke the carefully curated mould that he'd set. No one ever approaches these rocks — in fact, they avoid this side of the shore the most. Lacking soft, dry sand, he realised quickly that humans steer clear of rocks and gravel that had washed up on the shore. You, however, purposely made your way over to them, sitting on the natural collection to scribble in a book for hours at a time.

All of it made him that much more curious to see what was in the bottle.

Rafayel guides the message into an alcove nearby, a quiet and secluded area that allows him to surface while remaining hidden. Pulling himself out from the water and laying his chest across a rock, his fish tail remains below the surface.

It takes a little strength to pull the cork out, but it proved to be a fruitless effort when the paper inside wouldn't slip out, nor could his webbed fingers fit to reach them. It's no problem — he's worked with glass before. A controlled burst of flames expelled from his index finger, directed at the neck of the bottle and with one firm snap the glass broke into two pieces.

He unfurls the paper, careful not to destroy your musings with his moist fingertips. The first page is hard to decipher; a lot of grey shades without much definition. Rafayel stares and stares, until it finally clicks in his head that he's holding it wrong. Turning the paper horizontally reveals a picture of the ocean spread across the horizon, a collection of rocks that you were sitting on fill the bottom of the page. It's pretty — he's always wanted to see what the ocean looked like on land.

The next page is covered in various drawings. Some are bigger than others and there doesn't seem to be a link between them. There are shells that you likely saw washed up on the shore, an eye and what he can only assume is a small, simplified fish in the corner of the page. Each piece varied in detail and interest, scribbles of inspiration that were quite endearing.

On the third and final page, the warmth that swirled within Rafayel's chest disappeared in an instant. Cold waves wash over him. This was another he couldn't recognise, though he understood how it made him feel. The page was covered in black, coating his thumbs as he held the drawing with delicate fingers. He furrows his brows, eyes glazing over the piece, analysing what he was seeing, what it could mean.

Why does it make him sad?

Rafayel's lip slowly begins to protrude and the inner corners of his brows deepens into the centre of his face. There's a boulder in his chest that hurts, almost suffocating him but he already knows, if he were to duck back under the water he would suffer with the same feeling. Something about the drawing makes him…melancholy.

The corners are covered in black, the centre clear with a small figure by itself. There's hardly any smudges or grey like the other pieces. It's intended to be dark. It's supposed to make him feel sad, isolated, and lonely.

Such a beautiful being shouldn't be sad. He wonders if it's because you're on land; only ever experiencing the surface once on his birthday, it was terribly boring and draining — he couldn't wait to return to the water, his home. Rafayel believes you suffer the same, that you would be much happier by his side, living in the pleasant waters with him. Lumeria has the accommodations to host you, he can help guide you there and ensure your safety and happiness.

His heart begins to swell at the thought. All those feelings of misery looking at your drawing suddenly disappear, washed away with the tide of his newfound love. He doesn't even know anything about you — not even your name — but that doesn't matter. Those are little facts he can learn about you once you're together, entangled in an adoring weave of loyalty, you'll never have to feel lonely again.

Rafayel watches the shore for your return. A couple of days was all it took to see you awkwardly stepping over the small, annoying stones that littered the path towards bigger rocks. It was instinctual the way he lightly gasped in excitement, swimming away as fast as he could towards the alcove that housed your offerings.

You had found peace and comfort sitting at the rocks sketching the other day, so you returned with the intention of finding it again. It was the closest you'd been to feeling happy in comparison to everywhere else in your life; there's always something going on, noise and chaos and technology. All you want is to get away just for a little while, to find yourself without the influence of the city around you.

Already, as you climb the rocks, you can't help but smile. It's exciting to see the beauty in nature, to be one with it. No technology, no people. Just…You, the bright blue sky, the lapping waves and your thoughts.

Except you hear singing just before you settle down on the rocks. It's distant but you recognise that it's not from the city. The sound isn't coming from the beach, either. Rocks are all you can see, there must be a way around if someone is singing. Ever curious, you press on, following the sweet harmony.

As you draw closer to the source, you begin to feel strange. As though you weren't in control of your own body, instead, watching yourself from an outside perspective. No control of where you move or when you catch yourself on the slipping rocks. The waves crash below, a ferocious roar that makes you realise just how dangerous of a fall it would've been. Despite the lump in your throat and painful sting of your scraped knee, you continue forward.

The angelic sounds pull you into an alcove, dark and slimy, the singing is undoubtedly coming from within. When you almost slip is when you finally pull out your phone and use the flashlight setting to illuminate your path. It stinks something awful and rotted, likely from many years of natural erosion. Surprisingly, it doesn't deter you one bit, though you are forced to breathe through your mouth to cope.

It's terrifying even with your small light. Only now are you wondering if this was a bad idea, though as soon as those thoughts begin to form, something within you works hard to tear them down. Your legs move by themselves, following the invisible line of music notes that bounce off of the walls of the cave. Finally inside the belly of the alcove, you find the source of the singing.

And he takes your breath away.

A man floats in the water — no, not just a man, he's something more. His eyes are bright despite the deep, brooding purple that stares up at you. Patches of fish scales adorn his neck, iridescently shifting beneath your flashlight, shimmers of purple and pink and blue blend together beautifully. Fins travel down the back of his neck along his spine, trim and elegant, they too shift colour under your light. Despite a human's smile, his teeth are sharp, a sight that has you reeling backward.

"Finally, you're here cutie." The creature said. "But can you stop pointing that thing at me? It's making it hard to see."

Scaly hands reach out from below the water, covered in patches of scales but this time, they were royal blue in colour. You could just make out the light webbing between his fingers, another sign that he is definitely not a human.

"Shit, sorry," You stutter and lower your phone, "I can't see in here."

"No problem, I can help with that."

There's a snap of fingers, sharp against the walls before puffs of fire erupted throughout. Torches are lit throughout the cave, illuminating the area in a dim, orange glow. Now you can see everything.

"Better?" He asks, wearing a proud smirk while he watches you look around in awe. "I'm Rafayel, I've seen you around here a few times. Why?"

You blink at Rafayel. It feels like your mind is in a haze, making it hard to process what he's saying — at least, not fast enough for him. The creature swims towards the edge of the water where you stand,

"Are you going to answer me?" He hums before reaching out to rest his forearms against the ledge. "It might not look like it, but I'm pretty busy, you know? You should feel lucky I'm letting you see and speak to me." Rafayel rests his cheek on his arm, tapping a rock with his index finger to playfully spook a tiny, minuscule crab. "Plus, I really don't like being ignored…"

Words are lost in your throat as you stare down at the creature before you. You know of wanderers and other dangerous creatures but never have you encountered one before, though you aren't confident Rafayel is a wanderer of any kind. His ability to light the cave indicates an evol, but the inhuman scales that decorate pale skin tell you something more.

He stares up at you from the edge, curious but visibly growing impatient by your silence. "I…I heard something." You start and dare to bend your knees towards your chest, trying to be as close to eye level with Rafayel as you can. "I heard singing. It was beautiful."

At the compliment, Rafayel's eyes light up and a wide smile forms on his face. He pushes himself away, floating back in the water with ease. "You liked my singing?" A nod is all you offer in response, still leaning against bent knees. Rafayel hums, fingers dancing along the surface of the water, watching the ripples he creates. "I don't offer my vocal performances for free."

"Oh, uh, I can give you money?"

Rafayel snorts and while it is playful, there's a bite to it. You pout as he says, "Fishies like me don't need your money."

The way he tilts his head soothes the sting of his rejection, purple hair dry despite the water, soft bangs fall across his forehead and soften his features. You swallow and stand, crossing and uncrossing your arms out of nervousness under his gaze.

"I don't know what else I can give you."

He pretends to think about his answer, though in actuality, he'd made his decision a couple of days ago when he last saw you. Instead of being straightforward with his desires, Rafayel decides to ease you into his presence first. It can't hurt to try and better his odds at you agreeing to be his.

"You come here to draw, don't you? Do you have your book with you?" Even though he'd mentioned seeing you on the shore before, his mention of your sketchbook still catches you by surprise. "You can draw me. I'll consider it payment."

The suggestion leaves you speechless, something that Rafayel has come to loathe. Before he can groan and ask for more of you, you make sure to nod and pull your bag off of your back. You did intend to come and sketch anyway, such an opportunity to draw a beautiful creature feels unreal.

No one's going to believe it.

Rafayel finds patience watching you find somewhere to sit and open your book. You grimace as you sit on the slimy, wet rocks, quickly growing accustomed to the feeling. For comfort and making the most of being so close to the water, you take off your shoes to let your feet sink into the water, sighing through your nose at the pleasant sensation.

Royal eyes watch your every move. He'd sunk himself down into the water while waiting, submerging himself up to his nose and blowing little bubbles of air onto the surface. With your medium and sketchbook at the ready, you finally look at Rafayel. Oh, how he missed your attention.

It was his idea for you to draw him, but Rafayel isn't a very good model as you work. He dips into the water and moves position regularly, turning his head every which way and seemingly making sure you can't accurately portray him in your book. While life studies isn't your specialty, you've had your fair share of shifty muses, but never one like this.

When you finally fall into a pattern and fill in the blank spaces of the pose you'd chosen for him, Rafayel finds himself even more bored than before. Sure he enjoyed watching you before, but he hadn't experienced the pleasure of you, the joys that your attention on him brings. The way you look at him with gleaming eyes and a little fear fuels his desires. You'll soften up to him eventually. Having your eyes on him was enough, to have you focused on him alone, rather than sharing your attention with a book.

He will have to teach you how to sufficiently spread out your attention while you're his. Of course he doesn't expect you to dote on him at all times — only when he's feeling needy. Now, is one of those times you'll come to learn of.

All your senses had turned off as you sketch, all but your sight and touch. Glancing back and forth between the creature before you and your book, you sketch delicate lines with grey conté, ensuring the soft lines of Rafayel's features are accurate. He's delicate in a way that's so beautiful and alluring, feminine mixed with a hint of masculine that makes him almost ethereal. With his hair sufficiently damp and a pout on his lips, Rafayel looks even more angelic.

Sadly, you're dragged out of the zone as water splashes your way, narrowly hitting your drawing. You pull the book to your chest and look down at Rafayel in the water, offended and barely catching a glimpse of a large, fish-like appendage that disappears beneath the water's darkness. The creature before you laughs.

"Are you finished yet? I'm getting bored of waiting."

You look down at the drawing, grateful that none of the water Rafayel had splashed at you ruined your work. "No, I'm not that fast."

To appease his boredom, you turn the book around to show him your work, despite the anxiety that thumps in your veins. His eyes widen, swimming closer to get a better look. You watch them twitch as he takes in all the details.

"I want to get your…" you gesture to his neck where iridescent scales glisten against the torches. "…Uh, scales, right; they're very pretty."

Eyes that were once glued to the paper dart onto your face, entirely unreadable. Big, dark, they hardly sparkle. You can't look at him for too long, worried you'd made a mistake and insulted him by accident.

It was quite the opposite, actually.

Complimenting a Lumerian's scales is considered to be the utmost compliment. It doesn't really matter whether or not you know this and your comment was purposeful, because Rafayel's heart was already beating painfully in his chest. His cheeks grow hot despite the cool waters regulating his temperature, a sensation he can't recall ever experiencing before. It doesn't hurt, though it definitely doesn't feel right — what are you doing to him?

Rafayel finally looks away when the tips of his ears begin to heat up the same as his face, noticing the fresh and gross scrape on your knee. "What happened?"

"Oh, that, I slipped on some rocks when I was coming here." You respond after following his eyeline.

It's hard not to jump when his hand touches your bare leg. Skin on skin, although his isn't like yours. Slimy and cold, much like the rocks you sit on, with a sense of heat that gradually increases the longer he holds onto you. His grip is gentle and cautious, as though he isn't sure what to make of you either.

"Can I help?"

You blink. There's no response and Rafayel takes the opportunity anyway. His fingers tighten around your calf, your foot brushing against his chest under the water as he pulls himself closer. Rafayel's lips are surprisingly soft on your knee. Planted directly on the open wound, you watch him kiss your knee, feeling like a child again; when your mom would kiss your bumps and scrapes to make them better, except this time, your wounds were actually healed.

Rafayel looks up at you, sweet and innocent, still holding onto you as you witness your knee scrape disappear instantly. A swipe of your hand confirms it wasn't an illusion but real — your knee was healed with a kiss.

"Join me."

"What?" You sputter. There wasn't a cat holding your tongue hostage this time.

His grip on your leg tightens, dull nails beginning to dig into your flesh painfully. "Be mine. Live with me in Lemuria. You'll never be lonely again, I promise — not if I can help it."

You hardly stutter out a response, uncomfortable with such a suggestion with a wash of bad energy that swallows you whole. Almost throwing the sketchbook off of your lap, you started to move with the intention of leaving. This was a bad idea and you should've known.

Before you can even think of getting very far, you're dragged along the rock by your leg, down into the depths of the water. Your head hit the stone hard on your way, enough to knock you out and stop you from trying to wiggle out of the Lemurian's grasp.

It's not long after do you regain consciousness, floating in the dark abyss of the ocean, Rafayel's hands around your waist to keep you close with his lips on yours. Instinctively, you panic and struggle in his grasp, pushing and opening your mouth to scream, only to receive lungfuls of saltwater. Your head throbs, bones aching as you thrash. Rafayel had let you go quite easily, though his hands linger near you to ensure you don't go far.

You're choking. Everything is a haze. Rafayel is the only thing you can see in the vast landscape, a beacon of safety that you shouldn't trust. He dragged you down here, he is the danger you face. It's hard to deny the lack of air in your lungs, though. Swimming is impossible but your legs kick haphazardly, hands gripping your throat as though the squeeze would help you breathe.

Rafayel leans into you, grabbing each side of your face and planting his lips on yours. He's a madman, a disgusting beast whose trap you'd fallen into. You can't believe you fell for his spell. Lips part and so do yours, eagerly swallowing the air that's pumped into you. One of his hands had moved to your ribs — though you hardly noticed — and suddenly, your lungs didn't feel so heavy with saltwater.

When you part, he remains close, holding onto you with hearts in his eyes. Your feet brush against something scaly and strange; expecting another pair of legs considering his human torso, you shouldn't be surprised at the sight of a large fish tail. Tiny bubbles form from his lips and yours, excess oxygen floating up to the surface. Those big, beautiful, royal eyes look down at your lips and then turn away, shy and lovestruck.

You take the second chance and push Rafayel away, intending to swim to the surface and figure out how to survive. Fingers brush your own as he reaches out for you but you pull back quickly, as though burnt by flames. You're not a swimmer by any means, so it doesn't come as a shock when you quickly find yourself lost. Rafayel hadn't moved since you pushed him away to make a break for it, close enough that he could almost reach out to you. He lingers, watching you try to escape, purple iridescent tail bent as though he were lounging on a sofa. Crossing his arms, Rafayel watches and waits for you to tire yourself out.

Which way is up and which is down? You try to swim towards the surface but all you see is darkness, a group of small fish passing by cause a stir in you, flinching in panic. Your lungs burn despite the oxygen you hold.

You're losing your cool again. Without realising it, you were releasing the air in your lungs, small bubbles quickly grow in size as you panic and cry out. Rafayel was on you almost instantly, swimming easily in the water to wrap his arms around you from behind.

"Relax." He purrs in your ear, the sound clear as day compared to your struggling gargles. "You're going to drown if you keep swimming away."

The rational part of your mind fails to see this as a negative. Trapped underwater with a Lemurian, one who deceived you, death would be a mercy. On the other hand, your brain is willing to survive at any cost.

He kisses you again, expelling what was left in your lungs for something fresh.

Firm hands hold you at your waist, his tail moving the water behind you as he floats. Curled around you like a cat's tail; you have a feeling he wouldn't ever be a fan of such land creatures.

"I can take you to Lemura, but you have to stay with me."

Rafayel's hands find their way under your shirt at your waist, pressing his thumbs into the plump flesh of your tummy. Eyes locked onto you as though you were the only other entity to exist down here. Eyebrows upturned ever so slightly, wet eyes almost pleading for your cooperation. He looks down at your lips again, pulling you in to meet him for another kiss.

It was different this time.

When he kissed you before, it was with the intention of giving you air to survive. Now, it's not so direct. You can breathe when you're connected like this, but his tongue makes it difficult. Much like the rest of Rafayel, it's familiar yet different enough. He's reaching parts of your mouth that no one has ever explored before, wrapping his tongue around your own and moaning as he pulls your body close. Despite being able to breathe underwater, he pulls back breathless and flush.

"You're so perfect." Rafayel whispers, yearning in his voice as he leans in for another kiss. Much shorter this time, your grimace goes ignored. "I want to savour this moment. To savour you being mine."

Your stomach churns, fingers itching to break free; it's no use, you need him to survive.

Even under water, Rafayel's hair still looks so soft and delicate, scales almost glowing in the dark abyss that surrounds you both. You can't help but sputter when his tail brushes between your legs, forcing them open with his size. A flurry of bubbles create a barrier between you, this time Rafayel is reluctant to let you out of his grasp. His arms are tight around your waist, wrapping around you to keep you flush, but you manage to draw your leg between your bodies and kick him away.

Of course, he doesn't go very far and your body fails you when you try to swim away.

Tired. You had worn yourself out with the panic and thoughtless swimming. It hurts to move your arms despite the adrenaline that courses through you. Your lungs are on fire, empty of air again and you almost fill them with water once again. Maybe drowning would be the best option, though Rafayel doesn't give you a choice.

His arms wrap around you again, pulling you in a sharp motion, your back hitting his chest like a wall. You watch as his fail flits between your legs, large and imposing, it sparkles and shines like a beautiful painting right before your eyes. In different circumstances, you'd be amazed by such a (literally) breathtaking sight.

"I thought you would've figured it out by now; there's no need to fight me. Just embrace your new life." Your chest aches, lurching with fear. You can't help but hold onto Rafayel's arm around your waist, clinging onto him as you grow dizzy and weak. "I have to admit, your fighting spirit does excite me…"

Rafayel moves you ever so slightly in his arms, relaxing his grip and giving you an opening to escape, but you don't bother taking it. Not when you can hardly move without restriction. You feel his scales along your back, cold, he pushes himself into you, moving what you imagine would be his hips if he had any. Something warm and slimy crawls along your lower back, up beneath your shirt and you grip Rafayel's arm with your nails.

"Don't worry~" He coo's in your ear, pulling you by the chin to look at him over your shoulder. A kiss of oxygen and his tongue lapping over yours, his tail rutting into you as he widens your legs like he had once before. "You'll love me soon enough. I can win over your affections."

That wasn't what you were worried about, but you held your breath and your tongue.

His breath lingers in your ear, as though he were breathing on land. Inhaling with a shiver, whatever warm appendage rolls over your back is beginning to leak, a hot substance that coagulates in the water. You can take a wild guess at what's about to happen, especially when his hand reached down between your legs.

You thrash and fight again. A second wind of energy tears through you, fueled by the disgust over what Rafayel is about to try and do. It's no use though, because his grip on you is tighter than before — he means it this time. Bubbles spill from your nose and lips as you murmur, wiggling carelessly against his strong hold, locked in his arms and tail. He coo's at you again, shushing you from wasting more of your air; he wouldn't ever be upset about kissing you, however.

Warm fingers pull your underwear to the side, allowing for his cock to enter you. It's nothing you've ever experienced before and it shocks you into silence. Smooth as silk there's hardly a ridge or lump as he slides right in, although, your eyes sting with tears that never form as he stretches your walls with a burning pain. It's difficult not to gasp and swallow mouthfuls of water, your mind racing with fear when something else curls against the shape of you, burrowing amongst your folds and brushing against your clit. It wasn't his hand — it felt all too similar to his cock against your back. Undeniably full of him, you realise he had more than the one appendage to use on you.

You whimper when he starts moving, a sound captured within shiny bubbles that float away quickly. Rafayel's grasp is tight on you, secure, loving. It's just a shame you feel anything but love as you're held captive and fucked against your will. You haven't been held like this in so long that you almost wish you could accept the situation, but your perspective was much clearer than the fantasy he wants you to fall into.

Rafayel moans in your ear as he thrusts in and out of you, nose brushing against your neck, lips leaving featherlight kisses along your shoulder. You claw at his arm to no avail; there's no more energy to use. No chance to escape. Now, the battle is with your mind to remind you how dire your situation actually is. His noises shoot straight to your clit, a pleasure that makes you nauseous to think about enjoying. You don't belong here. You were tricked and forced into this, there's no way your body can be gaining pleasure from this.

But fuck, the sensation of his other cock sliding back and forth between your pussy lips and nudging your sensitive clit is undeniably hot. It's hard to close your legs around his tail and instead, you bend your knees around him and tighten your grasp around his cocks. Rafayel whines breathless, his hips still as he shudders at your squeeze. Instinctually, you lean back into him, almost melting into his touch.

"I can't let you go." He huffs. Breathing laboured with each thrust inside of you, his arms tighten around your waist, one hand moving to cup your breast. Squeezing and massaging, you follow and grab his wrist to pull him off, but his cock hits you in a spot that has your eyes rolling. "I can't let this be a dream or a memory. I'll die without you. I need you to stay."

He begs and pleads, as though you're about to slip from his grasp. All of it tugs on your heartstrings — and makes you cum around him. You're dizzy and faint at the combination of burning lungs and sparks of pleasure. Rafayel feels you convulse around him, solidifying his need for you; confirming, you want him just as much. When he pulls out, you feel weightless and empty. The darkness surrounding you both only seems to grow as it consumes Rafayel, allowing yourself to float as he turns you around himself. You can hardly feel his hands grabbing yours, fingers threading with his — at least, as much as possible with his inhuman webbing. Rafayel kisses you, parting your lips and you greedily eat up all the air he offers.

Your chest is heavy with guilt and regret. Rafayel was reeling with delight as your arms wrap around his neck, threading through his short locks, smiling against your lips when you gasp into him as his cock slips inside. Finally, you have come to accept your fate.

To accept Rafayel.

It's shameful the way you grasp onto him, finally meeting his own tongue with hunger. You'd lost yourself in the orgasm that was forced upon you. Nothing felt real anymore — this could be a dream as long as you keep your eyes closed. A small part of your mind is persistent in reminding you this is dangerous, yet you continue to suck all the air from Rafayel's lungs.

You need to break away. He wants you to submit yourself to him. He said it himself; you should be his.

With your mouths connected and losing oxygen in your lungs no longer a fear, you allow a few moans of pleasure to slip your occupied tongue. Rafayel thrusts inside of you harder, his hands gripping you tightly, pulling you impossibly closer. Hearing— feeling you let yourself go fuels him further, reaffirms just why he chose you to be his lover for all eternity.

He used his lower cock to fuck you in this position; straddling his tail, facing one another so you don't have to worry about air. Your lips are addictive, the sweet taste of your tongue has him feeling like he's floating on the surface of the water. When you rock your hips to match his pace, Rafayel has to break away from your lips to chase his release.

Nails dig into your flesh painfully and you're quick to be pulled out of the dream-like fantasy you'd found yourself in. His cocks feel amazing brushing against your clit and reaching parts of your insides you didn't know existed, but seeing the surface above reminds you that you don't belong here.

"I need you. I want you. I can't… can't stand…" Rafayel babbles between kisses peppered along your cheek and neck, entirely unaware of your desperate fixation on the light above. "F-fu…Please, don't be a dream."

You bare your teeth as his fingers press into you, squeezing you in his arms until it feels like your bones are going to break. Whimpering and whining, he thrusts erratically while burying his head into your neck; he's close but you can't think about that when he's tilting you both backwards. The only reason you realise you're moving is because the surface has fallen behind you, entirely obstructed from view and you're once again met with never ending darkness.

When Rafayel cums, he bites the crook of your neck — hard.

Instinctually, you cry out in a flurry of bubbles, pulling on his hair until he draws back. You hardly acknowledge the strange cum inside of you or the way it floats thick in the water, like a string following you behind as you try again to swim away. Now that you know which direction the surface is, you are determined to get there.

Rafayel, love drunk and hazy, lets you go without a fight, maintaining his erections after you pull his hair so hard. You're so beautiful and feisty, he could go on and on.

Waves lap over each other, highlighted by the sun against the surface. Like a beam of light, you try desperately to reach out, to move in and save yourself. It dims, though, and fast. Your body is giving out, the sun darkening as your lungs are fit to burst once again. Tired, everything about you is tired. You can feel yourself floating like before, death is coming again and just when you're sure you don't want to be saved this time, you open your mouth to speak.

"Rafayel…"

It's distorted to your own ears, the light of the surface has gone and your mind is beginning to drift. The throb of your body melts away, as though you were laid on a bed of clouds. Peace.

"Promise me," Rafayel calls to you but you don't feel his presence. "Promise me you will stay. I won't let you drown if you devote yourself to me, and I to you. I'll save you, if you'd have me."

There's a brush of something on your lips, faint and distant. You can't help but lean into it. You will tell yourself it was instinctual, that you didn't want Rafayel. All those times you tried to swim away, fought in his arms, tried to drown. And yet, when he gave you what you wanted, you didn't reject his help.

"Neither of us will be lonely again." He swears after kissing the air back into your lungs. 

[coldsaturn]

hiii! i have a question i thought you might be able to answer: how did aftg originally get so popular? i know it was mostly word of mouth on tumblr (still is, i think) (who says this website is unmarketable!!) but what were the early days of the fandom like? personally i've "only" been here since 2016, and by then the series was already decently popular. i remember at that time that the fandom was really welcoming and kind in a way that felt really exceptional to me, and it definitely contributed to me picking up the books, which is the only explanation i can really think of for why it got a bigger following than some to other books which did receive a whole big-publisher marketing campaign aside from it just being well-written. do you have any theories for why it got so massive on here? and do you know how the first readers found it? i hope you don't mind me asking you this, but i remember your blog from wayyyy back when and thought that if anyone had the answer, it would probably be you :)

Hello! I always get so happy when I can talk about the early days of the fandom <3 Sit down here around the fire, let me tell you about this wondrous tale.

So, story time: it was spring 2013, I had just finished a thorough read of In The Company Of Shadows and I was starving for another black hole. It was automatic for me to look up the goodread lists ICoS was featured in, to see what other titles I could pick up, and ended up on the list called "Online M/M stories that deserve to be published". The Foxhole Court was right there (it's not anymore because it IS published <3), so I read it. That was the start of the end lmao

If I remember correctly I didn't wait too long before reading TRK, but TKM didn't come out until the end of the following year, so in the meantime I all but shelved it as something that had incredible potential but that was possibly doomed to never be completed. Fast forward I think the start of 2015 when I accidentally stumbled upon TKM and I couldn't believe I could finally know how the story ended. Nora had a blogspot where she talked about the books (including updates between TRK and TKM), and I remember trying to get as much info as I could on this series. And that was it. For a bit.

So, by the first half of 2015, the fandom was made by people commenting on her blogspot, on her livejournal, the book pages on goodreads, and Ao3 literally had 2 fics ( webarchive gives you what we saw - btw Don't Speak Against The Sun is FIRE and instantly became a new standard for f/f for me). You can still find all this content online. Tumblr had a handful of scattered posts about TFC, mostly Nora's mutuals/friends on tumblr, and a couple of readers screaming into the void with no one answering their call.

I was pretty active on here, especially in the bellarke fandom, and I engaged with mutuals and other blogs often enough that I knew if I talked about something, at least someone would reply. A mutual was reading The Raven Cycle and got me curious enough to liveblog it myself. Instant love, of course, and if you've read TRC you know how strong the found family vibe is. So at the end of my liveblog (we've reached July 2015) I threw out a comment where I recommended AFTG as another worthy title. With the first book being free while the other two were only a dollar each, it sounded a fairly easy commitment. One mutual decided to read it (if you're reading, hi!!!) and liveblog it, and that got the party started.

A party of 2, and I'm not kidding. While we chatted and made up headcanon after headcanon on the phone, the intention was to get others interested in this story. But they'd never do it if there wasn't enough content around to engage with and motivate them to blog themselves, so we started with quote posts, liveblog reactions, a few timid edits and poems. An important choice was figuring out which tag to use (at the time tumblr search only scrolled through tags, not post content): "all for the game" was an actual sports tag, "the raven king" was the title announced for the next TRC installment, "the king's men" was the last book of the trilogy and it wasn't even the free one, so we settled for "the foxhole court" which was an empty tag. Even now my blog content is organized around "tfc" because of it, even though we took over all the relevant tags. A couple other mutuals I had from bellarke fandom got curious as well, and now we could consider ourselves a proper group. We were so starved for fan content that whatever you put out would be automatically reblogged and enthusiastically engaged with. It was a happy little fandom bubble. Then Nora noticed us and started interacting with us, and you got the birth of what would become the extra content page as she replied to our questions.

I possibly had a little bit too much time on my hands because I appointed myself as fandom archivist and tour guide. I reblogged every single post I saw in the tags, and I started a welcome page where I could keep track of everyone announcing they were reading the series. It was meant as a way to find mutuals to interact with since tumblr hadn't yet "canonized" all the tags, and it was entirely possible to lose each other in dashboard chains. I used to reply to everyone reading the series by "officially" welcoming them into the fandom, linking them the page where they could find mutuals, Nora's blog, and the extra content present up to that point. Oh and there was a fictional exy team where you could choose your position and then put it in your blog for fun or roleplay it. I also used smashword's gift system to buy the series for whoever said they couldn't pay for it, just to try and avoid pirating the book (good for word of mouth, bad for sales). This was on my side, but this fandom had so many people pouring their entire heart out I still get emotional thinking about it.

Everyone (before January 2016) made as much content as they could, be it meta, fanart, fanfics, headcanons, edits, wikia pages etc. We had fandom challenges where we pronounced the names of the characters and aftg keywords with our native accent, others where we said our favorite scene. Every headcanon was the first headcanon ever seen in the fandom. The fun thing was that at the time there was a strong etiquette toward "if you have nothing nice to say then don't say anything" so fan content really went in all directions with basically no limits. We tagged for triggers and that was it, we had free reign. For those who were around at the time, the sin squad was a group of us fans churning out the saddest/filthiest/fluffiest/most problematic content we could think of.

Then we reached January 2016. We were around 300 in the fandom at that point (I know because I counted them, literally), it had been slow but constant growth where each new fan brought at least other two people with them, and we had around 20 posts per day in the main tag. Then someone bridged the gap between us and the TRC fandom. If you ask me how the fandom got really popular, that's it. The TRC fandom was stuck in hiatus waiting for The Raven King, and now you had 300 rabid foxes spamming aftg content on tumblr, using trk as tag, too. Popular fanartists that were active in that fandom helped making aftg known, and semi viral posts did the rest. We went from 300 to 700 people in a couple of months, and shortly after I had to stop adding people to the welcome page because the post broke. I didn't even know that could happen. It wasn't long after that we were featured in the tumblr end of year recap for book ships. We were so many it was suddenly possible to meet in real life! Cosplays, tattoos, merch. You name it, someone in the fandom did it.

But how did it feel when we were only 20 people and a cardboard dog cutout? It felt like the most chaotic book club ever, and every new fan was automatically a friend. Nostalgia is a lying bitch, but I really don't think I'm making shit up here. We had fun and made great memories.

By the way, if you want to see how things were in 2015, you can! Just go through my archive starting from July 2015 (I think 17th) and onward. You can also search my blog for the tags "fandom history" and "started from nothing and now we're here", whereas here you can find a list of aftg fandom tags I used.

Tl;dr We were starving for good content, we wanted to have fun together, and we were lucky enough to half-hijack a bigger fandom in hiatus. That was all the marketing AFTG needed on tumblr.

[altacctforastarion]

Sorry not sorry to add to your pile of requests but consider: Astarion becoming a full vampire without realizing it.

What I’m thinking is that while killing Cazador, he unintentionally ends up with his blood in his mouth, meaning he technically drank Cazador’s blood, so he begins to shift to a full vampire a few days later. This is my excuse for unessended Batstarion lmao.

Unr I misspelled Cazador’s name the first time and it tried to autocorrect to California. I almost considered keeping it.

AHH I’ve been slowly getting through my drafts and waiting for this one to be next because I got so fucking excited about it. I’ve wanted to write a Batstarion/Full vampire fic but I didn’t really know how/if there was an audience for it.

Also the urge to refer to him as California is so strong, but it’ll ruin the fics flow and my writing process, so I’ll stick to putting it in the warnings below.

Also, if Astarion was a full (not ascended) vampire, I think he’d give you the option to turn, and if he’s not a powerhungry asshole, he’d let you become a full vampire too. So that is included in this fic towards the end, with the addition of you also being a bat, it’s also entirely skippable for people who aren’t chill with becoming a vampire.

Warnings: California, blood drinking, sfw but minors do not interact, my blog, my works, and anything near me is 18+, this one if for the laughs, also some fluff bc he makes you a full vampire. Y’all are bats together.

Tag list: @astari0nsju1ceb0x @lotus-ignis @obsessionprofessional

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You open your eyes blearily, your body still sore from the day before and your mind still half-asleep. As you wake up more you realize Astarion isn’t with you, his normal icy touch isn’t on your skin, strange, you think, his head was on your chest when you fell asleep last night, your arms wrapped around him as the two of you cuddled, the fighting all day and your trip to the graveyard leaving both of you exhausted by the time you’d returned to Elfsong and climbed into your shared bed.

You look around the room, and there’s no signs of him, also strange, if he wakes up before you he usually spends the time before you wake watching you sleep. Creepy, at first, the scare of your life the first time, but now it’s oddly comforting, knowing he’s watching over you.

You shift, sitting up, and you hear a squeak as something falls off your chest and onto your lap under your blanket. You let out a little shriek, jumping out of the bed, sure there’s a rat that’s been sleeping on you, horrified at the prospect of cuddling with a creature that’s snuck into your bed. It begins to move, the blanket shifting on the bed before you, and you feel sort of guilty, the creature didn’t seem to have meant you any harm, and it’s now had a startling awakening while confined to blankets.

Cautiously, you lift the blanket, hoping to free the creature, and you’re about to run to get Halsin in hopes he can convince the rat to leave when you catch sight of it, and it’s a fluffy little white bat with panicked red eyes. You’d know those eyes anywhere, “Astarion?” Your voice raises a bit, from the absurdity, and you see him flinch a bit, tiny claws (paws? Hands? You aren’t sure) going to his rather large ears as he nods, a little squeak escaping him.

You sit on the bed, and reach a hand out to him, “Why and how are you a bat, Star?” You watch as he claws his way over to you, his head dropping onto your hand dramatically. You notice the little curls there, and you lose a little bit of the concern you’d felt for him, replaced with adoration as he squeaks repeatedly at you. “You’re an adorable bat. Can I pick you up? Pretty please?”

He lifts his head and his eyes squint at you, an adorable tiny glare, and then they roll at your “Aww, look at you. Grumpy little bat.” He nods and you carefully scoop him up, raising him to eye level. You place a kiss on his little head and ignore your rising cuteness aggression. His little claws wrap around the hand supporting his stomach with what sounds like a huff of air from his nose.

“So, can you change back or are you stuck like this? Oh sorry, yes or no only. Can you change back?” You ask, a little giggly, petting his soft little curls and giving him another kiss on his head.

He closes his eyes for a moment, and then shakes his head when he opens them. “Gods, ok. I’ll take you to the others-“

“No!” His voice shouts in your head, and you feel the tadpole squirming around behind your eye. “Do not take me to them. Take me to that bookstore Gale kept going on about and we will look for something that can help. A guide, or a diary perhaps.”

“Why didn’t you use the tadpole sooner?” You pretend you remembered this form of communication exists, but you’d also forgotten until his voice had pushed into your mind.

“Why didn’t you?” He squints up at you, an adorable attempt at a glare that lacks its normal sharpness. He’s got you there though, so you just shrug and give him another kiss, getting a half-hearted growling sound in response. If he didn’t like it he could simply claw you and fly away, or let go of your hand if he was feeling nice, but you refrain from saying it.

“Alright, I’ll get dressed and you can hide in my pocket?” He grumbles disapprovingly at that, “Or my shirt if you can keep those claws out of my skin.”

“I’m not an animal, darling.” He reminds you dryly.

—

He is an animal, at least in this form, and he does not keep those claws out of your skin. He’s nestled in your shirt, against your chest and the jacket you’ve put on supports his weight, but his claws grab on instinctively when he’s startled, which is frequently because he’s a small bat hiding in a shirt attached to a moving person. You should have fought harder to put him in your pocket.

You poke your head into the room with the others, “We’re gonna be headed out late, Astarion and I have something to take care of in the city.”

“I’d like to head to the city too, there’s a bookstore there not run by a power hungry wizard and-“

Gale has more to say, but Astarion’s voice in your head is too loud to hear him, “Tell him no!”

“You doing ok, soldier? You seem a little off.” You look up to see Karlach walking towards you.

“I’m fine! Sorry, Gale, very private business, you can come next time though!”

“Oh, I thought we were closer than that.” Gale looks sad, and that makes you sad too.

“Fine. Tell them. Stop making me feel bad.” Astarion’s voice is in your head again, sounding a tad bit guilty.

“Astarion is a bat and we don’t know why and he wanted to keep it private, we are close, I’m so very sorry.” Your words come out a rush, and you hear Astarion huff in your shirt.

“A bat?!” Gale questions, shocked, and then Astarion connects his tadpole to everyone else’s.

“As my partner so eloquently put, yes, I seem to have consumed Cazador’s blood. It should have been impossible, but only a full vampire can transform into a bat, and unfortunately I don’t know any that can tell me how to change back.”

“Well, I know of a few great bookstores, maybe they have something. I wanted to go anyways, as I was saying-“

Gale is cut off again, this time by Karlach, squealing excitedly, “Can we see? I want to see Batstarion so badly!”

“Batstarion?!” He exclaims, offended by the alteration of his name, “No, no no. My name is Astarion and I will be referred to as such. And no. You may not.” His claws dig into your skin, and he squeaks angrily, expressing his discontent.

“Astarion, love, your claws hurt. At least move to my jacket.”

“Fine. Remove me from your shirt.” He huffs again.

You enter the room fully, and shut it behind you before turning around and reaching into your shirt, carefully picking him up and removing him from your clothing, wincing as his claws scratch you again. You let him adjust, his wings wrapping around your hand again, his chin on your fingertips. You turn and show him to your group, glaring when Wyll and Gale start to laugh. Karlach squeals again, Shadowheart looks on with false disinterest, but you see how her eyes seem to sparkle a bit at your adorable partner.

“Grand, now you’ve seen. Let’s go, darling. Let the weirdos fend for themselves today.”

—

Gale drags the two of you from to store to store, and you come up with nothing, deciding to attempt one more store before going back to Elfsong and reassessing. Astarion lays snuggly in your jacket, and you keep your arms crossed most of the day to subtlety support his body.

Upon arriving at the store, Gale splits from the two of you to speak with the person in charge, as you carry Astarion to look around. An angry looking man stands at the end of an aisle you’re browsing, and you try your best to ignore him, but you hear him approaching and warn Astarion with your tadpole.

You feel him moving, clawing his way out of your shirt, and the man doesn’t even get a word out before Astarion has transformed, standing in between you and the man, shoving him into a bookshelf, “None of that, thank you. Come along, darling, let’s go find our wizard.”

He grabs your hand and pulls you along quickly, speaking far too loud, “Gale, it’s time to leave! Come along!”

Gale shows up quickly as Astarion leads you to the door, “How did you-“

“I figured it out, let’s go, wizard.”

—

You send Gale to inform the group and organize the plan for the day while the two of you return to your shared room.

“So? How did you change back? What’s the secret?” You ask, eagerly, having run back to Elfsong before you could question him.

“I don’t know, you can handle yourself, you’re strong, but I was a hinderance. You wouldn’t have let me get hurt, and I didn’t want you to get hurt, and all of a sudden I feel this…change in myself. And then I’m standing in the bookstore in my pajamas and pushing a man twice my size into a bookshelf. I feel.. stronger now, we really need to figure out everything that comes with being a full vampire, Cazador didn’t exactly share his feelings.”

“Your eyes look a little more red. So that’s new, I didn’t notice when you were a bat, but I see it now. Not a drastic change, though, just a little darker.”

“Oh. And does the change suit me?” He asks, a bit of insecurity on his words.

“Of course it does. You look a little more dangerous, in the beautiful way, but when we’re like this, you just look beautiful.” Your hand finds his, holding them in his lap. “You were a very cute little bat, too. Little curls on your head, very soft. Oh gods, and your little squeaky sounds you made! Adorable!”

He smiles, and then his face changes, darkening for a second and looking away from you. You let him think in silence, squeezing his hands in what you hope is a reassuring way.

“I’m a full vampire now.” He states simply, looking at you again, finally.

“Yes, love, you are?” It comes out as a question, not knowing how to react to him stating the obvious.

“You can say no, gods, maybe you should say no, but we could both be vampires. I could turn you.” He looks anxious as he says it, as if he’s unsure if he should even offer.

“How does that work? Can I think about it?” You ask, feeling a little of your own anxiety swell up in your chest. You’d never planned on getting such an offer, and had you received one before Astarion you would have said no.

“Please think about it, I don’t want an answer right now, you can answer whenever you’d like. It’s not ideal, how I’d turn you, honestly.” He looks guilty, his eyes going to your hands instead of your eyes, “I’d drink from you. I’d take everything you have and then I’d give you a drop of my blood, then you’ll wake up a spawn. Then you’ll drink from me, and you’ll be a vampire.”

“You have to kill me?”

“Yes. I wish there was another way, I’m sorry. I’d make it as painless as possible, I could drink from you while you sleep perhaps? Though, if you were awake you would pass out long before I’d bled you dry. I never want to hurt you, and if you don’t want this then I don’t either, it is your choice and I will never, ever take it from you.” He looks at you as he speaks this time, still looking guilty.

“I’ll think about it. I want what we have forever, but I don’t know how I feel about changing.” You explain, but he smiles at you, half-hearted.

“You’d be giving up a lot, I know. Vanity, food and drink, the sun, perhaps friends, if you have any outside of our group. When you have a decision, tell me. I won’t pressure you and I won’t ask again, it’s in your very capable hands and we have forever. Unless of course, we die horribly tomorrow but then your decision wouldn’t matter anyways. So, we have forever unless we die horribly sometime soon, I suppose.” He laughs a bit as he speaks, despite the seriousness of his words.

—

It takes some time before Astarion can control his transformation, he stops sleeping for awhile after waking up as a bat a few too many times. After a week of practicing and learning to control it, he finally succeeds, and then comes the new task: learning to use the form he changes into.

“I’ll catch you! Just jump off and try to fly, love!” You shout from your spot on the ground beneath a tree, looking up at Astarion in bat form on one of the lower branches.

“I’m not so sure about this, darling.”

“Come on, Astarion. You’ll either fly or you’ll drop and I’ll- gods!” He’d jumped while you were still talking, and you surge forward, your arms outstretched to catch him, but instead you watch him fly overhead.

His landing isn’t great, hurling himself into your arms and his claws sink in to catch himself. “How was your flight?” You hiss out through the pain.

“Terrifying. Exhilarating. I don’t know.” And then he transforms back into his normal form, like a fool, and you fall face first, his sudden weight in your arms dropping you quickly. His body breaks your fall and you’d feel bad about the pained grunt he let out if not for his own foolish actions causing it.

“Why? Why would you do that?”

“I wanted to kiss you. Come here.”

—

You do not, in fact, die horribly in the end. You defeat the elder brain, and Astarion runs away, burning under the sun. You look all over for him, after you settle things with your companions, before going to sleep, restless.

You wake to see him in bed with you, and you kiss him before he can speak, pulling him in close after it breaks, practically nose to nose. “I was so worried about you, are you ok?”

“I’m fine, my love. It was embarrassing and it hurt but it’s over now, I’ve recovered. I want to talk about what comes next, if you’ve got the time.”

“Of course, Astarion. What would you like to do?”

“Well, we could go to the Underdark, I’ve no doubt the spawn could use some guidance, and I can’t be in the sun anyways. But that would leave you living in the dark, and I wouldn’t wish that upon you. I already miss the sun on my skin.” He sounds wistful, and it breaks your heart.

“Turn me. That’s what I want. I want to be with you forever, and we can go to the Underdark while we look for something that will let us go into the sun.” You didn’t plan on suggesting it, you’d planned on thinking more, but as you speak the words you know you mean them.

“Darling, are you sure? You don’t have to do this, we can have forever regardless, you don’t need this.” He sounds shocked, and while you detect a brightness at your suggestion, you know he’s genuine in his reassurances.

“I’m sure. I’m not getting any younger, and if I’m to stay in one body forever I’d rather it be the body that stopped the absolute, and the body I fell in love in. Turn me, love. I want this. I trust you.”

“How would you like it to happen? I could do it here and now, or I could do it when you sleep, anything you want.”

“Well, we never had an actual date. Maybe we go someplace pretty in a city that hasn’t been destroyed, and I’ll have a last meal? Then take me to a bed and…kill me I guess.”

“I wish you wouldn’t refer to it that way.” He sighs, a guilty smile on his face, “But yes, I’ll take you on a date, any suggestions?”

—

You don’t find a nice place in a nice city nearby, settling instead for a picnic in a somewhat still standing park in the city, late at night. You cook and he uses a scroll or two to make things more pretty, some dancing lights overhead and some flowers that bloom around you when you sit on the blanket Astarion managed to find.

The two of you share a bottle of wine while you eat, and as far as dates go, it’s rather nice despite it taking place after you’ve promised each other forever in a nearly decimated city that you just barely managed to save.

—

Astarion carries you to bed, and you laugh, ignoring how he might have had to take a potion of strength when you weren’t looking in order to do so. He lays you down gently, and lays beside you, “Are you sure you want this, my love? We can go to bed after a lovely date, and you can sleep and wake up with a beating heart.”

“I want this. I want us, forever, and I wouldn’t mind being a cute bat from time to time.” You smile at him, pulling him in for a kiss.

“Alright, darling. Where do you want me to drink from? You’ll have scars like mine, and luckily for you, you’ve got the option to keep them mostly hidden if you choose.”

“Hm, hadn’t thought about that. I don’t really care if they’re hidden or not, and you did bite my neck first, so maybe we go with the nostalgic choice?”

“Fine by me, you taste best there.”

—

He kisses you, slowly, gently, while laying on top of you. There’s so much love and care you could drown in it, but eventually the kiss breaks, and it’s time. You bare your neck and he leans down as you brace for the sharp, icy pain you’re used to, but instead he kisses your neck gently, and whispers in your ear, “I love you. I’ll be here when you wake.”

His fangs sink in and you gasp out your love for him, not wanting to leave it unspoken. He’s fast about it, not the long, savoring drinks he usually takes, eagerly trying to get this part over with. While he loves your taste, he’d told you earlier, he doesn’t like the process. He wouldn’t hurt you, wouldn’t take your life if he didn’t have to in order to reach your shared goal. You feel a hot tear drip on your neck as your vision starts to blur, and in your last act of life, you reach blindly to wipe the rest off his face.

—

You wake to a hand in yours, a soothing voice in your ear, recognizing his voice after a beat, “Are you with me love? You moved just a second ago, but it’s been hours. I miss you, come back to me, please.”

Your eyes flutter open and you see him, laying so very close to you, his face inches from yours. Your neck hurts and your stomach feels hollow, it’s almost unbearable and you wince.

“Ah yes, the hunger. Come here, my love.” His voice is urgent, his eyes desperate, knowing the pain you’re in. He pulls you in and you move slowly, your body is so weak, he pulls your face to his neck, “Drink, darling. Have your fill, I’ll be alright.” His hand stays on the back of your head, supporting you, and you hear him gasp as your fangs pierce his neck. “There you are, love. You’ll feel much better soon, I promise.”

And you do, his warm, rich blood flowing into your mouth, your tongue lapping at his skin greedily, the strength returning to your body. You lose yourself in it and you have to force yourself to stop, lest you bleed him dry as he’d done to you last night.

“How do you feel? Does you neck hurt? I know mine did, but I tried to be a more gentle than he was.” You both sit up, and you look down at yourself, noting how you’ve lost a significant amount of color to your skin.

“I feel… stronger.” You take in your own body, looking at yourself, and you realize your neck doesn’t hurt after you drank from him, “No it doesn’t hurt anymore. Thank you. What do you think? Do I make a pretty vampire?”

“Oh yes, my love. You look beautiful, a little paler, yes, but the red eyes suit you, and there’s no other change besides. Luckily, I still have that painting from that awful artist, so while you can’t use a mirror, you won’t forget how you look. Not that I mind describing you, of course. I don’t know how the process of becoming a full vampire will work for you though, I just woke up as a bat the next day, and you hadn’t even gotten used to being a spawn before you had my blood so I’m not sure you’ll notice any changes right away.” His hands cup your face as he speaks meaning every word. “Now, are you still hungry? It’s still dark out, we’ve got a few hours before sunrise, and I need to feed.”

“I took a lot from you, so I think I’m ok, but I’ll come with you. Sorry about that, it felt nearly impossible to stop.” You say guiltily, and he shakes his head with a smile.

“You only returned the favor, my love.” He stands and offers you a hand, helping you rise

—

When you return to bed, both of you well-fed and happy, you put your head on his chest, and he holds you close. You’re impossibly comfortable, happy despite having died hours ago, and your mind wanders, when will you transform again, when will you be as strong as Astarion? When will you be able to become a bat?

There’s a shift inside of you at the thought, and then suddenly Astarion is huge under you, looking down at you with adoration.

No, he’s not huge, you’re very small on top of him and not in your body. You hear rapid squeaking as you try to speak, and he laughs, jostling you, “It’s alright, my love. Welcome to the life of a vampire. You make for a very cute bat, I see why you went on about it when I transformed the first time.”

His hands reach for you, looking massive and you can’t hold back the little squeak you let out as they come down, scooping you up and bringing you closer to his face. “Your fur matches your hair, and you’ve got little curls on top of your head, pretty thing. We’ll take you out for flying practice when you get used to switching back and forth.”

You flap your wings as he supports you, just for the fun of it, looking over at them.

“Oh look at you. Adorable. There’s something I want to try, hang on. Not literally of course, I’m putting you down.” He laughs a bit, putting you back on the bed, and transforms next to you. You press your upturned nose to his and squeak out a laugh about it.

He squeaks at you, and to your surprise, you can understand him, “Does this make sense to you? Or am I just making noises at you?”

“It does! We can talk!” The room is filled with the sounds of your chatter, and you’re thankful this is taking place inside an inn and not at the campsites you’re so used to, the others would surely voice their disapproval.

“Oh, good. How does it feel, do you like it?”

“It feels strange, I’ve never been so small before, and it’s like not having hands. But yes I like it, I’m excited to fly.” You can’t shake the giddy feeling of being something entirely new, first a vampire spawn, and now a bat.

—

He’d promised to catch you, and you want to believe him, but the distance between your small body and the ground looks huge, and you’ve only just gotten used to transforming between this body and the body you’d had for so many years before.

Astarion stands beneath you, urging you to jump, to remember what he’d told you about his own experiences, but as you jump they all leave your mind, taken over by terror instead. And then you feel the air under your wings, and you’re moving through the air, flying with relative ease.

“Great job, love! Just a moment!”

You turn midair, and see him transforming, catching himself in the air and racing to join you. You fly in silence for awhile, marveling at the view of the city, enjoying the comforts of one another.

—

One morning before resting, he suggests you try sleeping upside down, just for the fun of it, finding a nice branch in a cave as you travel to the Underdark, and the two of you perch there, chattering about how cute the other looks, and sleeping peacefully, knowing you have forever to enjoy things like this.

[kwanisms]

Unbearable — s.changbin

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➮ werebear!Changbin × f!Reader wc: 8.9k summary: Changbin is a very reserved person. He tries to live a solitary and quiet life but after moving into a small studio apartment in what he thought was a quiet block of the city, his neighbor soon puts him to the test when she is extremely welcoming and outgoing. genres/themes/au: angst (heavy on this), fluff (again u gotta squint), smut; supernatural and lycanthropic themes, s2l, n2l; non idol au, supernatural au, werebear au warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, alcohol consumption, thoughts of self doubt and self loathing, self isolation as a coping technique, mention of death, sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut! taglist has been moved to reblogs join my taglist! kinktober 2024 taglist is CLOSED! Strikethrough means I cannot tag you. MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. AGELESS BLOGS WILL NOT BE ADDED TO THE TAGLIST.

a/n: i am so sorry this took so long to get done and posted! i just lost steam for writing a lot of longer oneshots but thankfully, i got that steam back and now Kinktober 2023 can finally come to a close! Thank you so much for those of you that have been patiently waiting for this and you will be getting a sequel to this part very very soon! Thank you so much for reading and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.

smut warnings: teratophilia (aka monsterfucking), protected sex (it’s rushed and spur of the moment but at least Changbin uses his goddamn brain lmao), oral (both receiving), fingering (f receiving), strength kink, choking, body worship, facesitting (m receiving), use of pet names (baby, bunny, etc), power bottom!Changbin, sub!Reader, Binnie is a strong boy and Y/N really appreciates it and they are both kind of drunk off each other's presences. If I missed anything let me know! dialogue prompt: ❛ Don’t cover your mouth, I want everyone to know how good I make you feel. ❜

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The thing Changbin hated the most about his… condition, was having to move whenever things got complicated. His intense dislike of moving started as a child, moving from place to place because of his father’s work. He was in his final year of high school on a camping trip with some friends when the unthinkable happened.

Changbin wanted to try something new. He’d been camping in almost all the parks in Korea and wanted to go somewhere different. They decided to try Jirisan National Park. Most campers avoided the area due to the black pear population but Changbin’s friends were confident in their preparations.

They agreed to spend a week in the park; fishing, camping, hiking, and seeing the sights.

Most of the wildlife they encountered were small critters like squirrels and chipmunks and the occasional deer. Until their last night in the park.

Changbin had gotten up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night and while doing his business, was attacked by a bear. It bit him, teeth tearing into the flesh of his arm. His scream alerted his friends who came to his rescue, scaring the creature off with mace.

Changbin was in and out of it from the shock and loss of blood but his friends later relayed to him that they called the ranger station on their radio and a helicopter was sent to airlift him to the nearest hospital. He was rushed into surgery and thankfully his arm was salvageable.

Changbin was lucky to be alive and he knew it. 

It was a month later when he realized things had changed forever.

The bear that had attacked him was no ordinary bear but was a werebear and Changbin had been cursed. He had been living with that curse for the last several years.

For the most part, he was able to keep to himself and keep his condition under wraps but occasionally, he slipped up and had to move which was the case yet again. He’d changed in view of one of his neighbors and had to make plans upon learning his secret had been discovered.

He found a new place, a small studio apartment on the outskirts of the city. Changbin’s goal was to find a place in the country but land was expensive.

He’d moved into the apartment, keeping to himself as he moved his things in. The apartment had come empty so he had to buy furniture to fill it and had spent an entire day building his own furniture alone. It wasn’t much but it was his and he’d have to make it home.

He had hoped to get through his two year lease without incident and left alone but his hopes were dashed when he ran into his neighbor who lived across the hall, Y/N. You were the opposite of him. Where Changbin was quiet, shy, and reserved you were bubbly and outgoing.

You had come back from running errands when you ran into him at the mailbox and immediately introduced yourself. Changbin was sure he had come off as very rude in this interaction but you didn’t seem to take it to heart, greeting him each time you saw him with a big smile.

You had told him that if he needed anything to not hesitate to ask and that you were happy to help.

You often brought him food, making too much for one person to eat and often gave him some of your leftovers. Changbin felt rude if he didn’t accept it and he didn’t want to hurt your feelings. The food was good, he wasn’t going to lie and say it sucked. He just wanted to be left alone.

You were far too friendly and more generous than he was used to or felt he deserved.

He was working from home one afternoon, close to his heat, when he heard a knock on his door and got up from his desk to answer it. Peering through the peephole, he saw you standing on the other side of the door and sighed softly. He unlocked the door, removing the chain and pulled the door open just enough to peek out.

“Hey,” you said softly. Changbin could hear music coming from one of the apartments upstairs. “Hey,” he replied softly. In your hands, you held another tupperware container. “I made some stew,” you started, glancing down at the container. “And I made too much,” you continued. “Again.”

“I uh… I thought you might like some,” you said with an uncertain smile.

Changbin forced a smile and pulled the door open some more. “That’s very kind of you,” he said softly as you handed the container over. “I keep finding recipes for families,” you added. “Too many servings for one person.” Changbin nodded as you spoke.

“I’m sure you’re busy,” you noted and smiled at him. “I’ll leave you alone.” Changbin hesitated, wanting to say thank you but you turned and crossed the hall back to your door, entering your apartment and shutting the door.

He looked down at the stew and sighed again. 

The last time you had come over to bring him food, he’d just come out of a transformation and had snapped at you. He’d been irritable, unwell, and frustrated with his situation and when you offered him some of your extra chicken, he snapped at you, slamming the door in your face.

Despite that, you were still bringing him food and being nice to him. He felt awful as he closed his door. Even after being so rude and mean, going as far to slam the door in your face, you still thought of him and brought him extra food.

He set the container on his counter and stared at it for a few moments before sitting back down at his computer and opening a new tab on his browser. He’d decided to make it up to you. He typed away, looking up gifts to give neighbors.

He managed to find a few good articles before he got up, grabbing his apartment keys and pulling on his jacket. He headed over to the town center, finding a garden center. From the various interactions he’d had with you in the past, you always mentioned your love for plants.

Your apartment was apparently decorated with them.

Changbin didn’t know much about plants but nonetheless, he returned home with a small potted plant. A little light green succulent. He hoped you’d like it.

The next day, he had to go into work so he wasn’t able to give you your gift and by the time he arrived home and knocked on your door, either you were asleep or out as it was a Friday night.

That night, he heard you come home and upon peering out of the peephole saw that you weren’t alone. You had a friend with you and Changbin knew he couldn’t apologize just yet. Maybe in the morning but the next morning you didn’t answer your door.

For a whole week, you didn’t answer any of his knocks nor did he see you.

Finally, when he was getting his mail from the mailbox downstairs, you returned. Changbin felt relieved as you entered the building. He was starting to get worried. You didn’t greet him with a usual smile when you saw him. Instead you quietly got your mail, a week's worth of it, and headed up the stairs without even looking at him.

Changbin followed from a distance, glancing over as you unlocked your door and let yourself into your apartment, not even sparing him a first or second glance as the door shut softly. It made his heart ache that he’d clearly scared you off enough to limit your contact with him.

More determined than ever, Changbin returned to his apartment and grabbed the plant with the envelope that contained a handwritten apology addressed to you where he apologized profusely for the way he acted and that while it was no excuse, he’d just gotten over a bad bout of the flu and wasn’t feeling well when he snapped at you. It wasn’t as much as you deserved but Changbin had never been very good with confrontation.

He set the plant on your welcome mat with the envelope front and center with the word ‘sorry’ written across the front of it. He stood back up and knocked three times loudly before retreating to his apartment and shutting the door.

He peered through the peephole, hoping to see you appear. Luck was on his side as your door opened slowly, your head appearing and looking around before your head turned down, noticing the plant. You opened the door fully, leaning out to look down the hall. As you knelt down to look at the plant, Changbin watched as you lifted the letter and looked at it.

He saw your gaze briefly look up at his door and though he knew you couldn’t possibly see him watching you, it made him nervous anyway. He watched as you grabbed the potted plant and stood up straight, plant in one hand, his letter in the other. You retreated to your apartment, shutting the door and Changbin sighed a breath of relief.

He decided to go back to his work, hoping he might hear from you later.

Around dinner time, Changbin’s stomach growled and he got up from his desk, hanging his headphones around his neck as he walked down the hall from his studio to the kitchen to open the fridge. He cursed softly as he saw he didn’t really have much in the way of a meal in his fridge. Another forgotten grocery trip meant ramen again.

He shut the fridge and opened a cabinet, grabbing a pot to make his ramen in and as he moved to the sink to fill it with water, there were three loud knocks at his door. He dropped the pan in the sink with a metallic clang and hurried over to the door, hoping he might see your face when he looked through the peephole but he was met with an empty hallway.

His heart sank and he stepped back, unlocking the door and opening it slightly. His eyes immediately fell to a pot with a lid sitting on his mat with a small card. He opened the door and bent down to pick up the card to read it.

‘Apology accepted but only if you eat all of this! ~ Y/N’

He looked down at the pot and carefully picked it up by the handles. It was hot. He looked up at your door before retreating into his apartment, shutting the door with his foot. He carried the pot over to the kitchen island and set it down. He read the card once more, turning it over to find a small smiley face.

He smiled to himself, setting the card down and lifted the lid to find what he could only assume was budae jjigae. There were slices of spam, sausages cut into small pieces, ramen noodles, mushrooms, fish cake, and rice cake in a spicy broth topped with cheese and chopped green onions. It smelled amazing and Changbin couldn’t help but feel a small sense of guilt at how he’d previously treated you.

He glanced at the card once more before he moved to grab a pair of chopsticks and a spoon. You had offered to accept his apology but only if he ate everything and he wasn’t about to let this meal you’d made specifically for him go to waste.

A week had passed by and while Changbin hadn’t seen or spoken to you face to face, he could feel that whatever tension there was between you had dissipated. You had accepted his gift and he, yours. Things were almost back to normal.

His heat loomed a couple days away when he went to the gym to burn off some steam. It was never enough to fully satiate his needs but it was the best he could do since he wasn’t seeing anyone, nor was he about to go looking.

As he was working on his usual set, he heard the door open and a familiar scent hit his nose, making his heart rate increase more than the current workout. He turned his head and saw you walk over towards the elliptical. He turned his head back, internally panicking. He could tell by your scent that you were close to ovulating and it was sending him into overstimulation.

He didn’t want to end his workout early, but he knew if he kept going, he was going to do something he would regret and could possibly get him and you arrested. He finished his set quickly and got up, moving to grab the spray bottle and a few paper towels to wipe down the machine.

He returned the bottle to its stand, tossing the used paper towels away and grabbed his things, heading for the door. He glanced over at you which proved to be a terrible mistake. You were stretching before getting on the elliptical which was a good practice Changbin noted but you were bent over, ass on full display in your leggings. 

Changbin was no stranger to your figure. He was used to seeing you in dresses, skirts, or sometimes an oversize sweater and leggings but seeing you in form fitting athletic gear was something he was not used to. He wasn’t used to how it hugged your curves, outlining everything about your body he found insanely attractive.

He was so busy staring at your ass that he ran right into the trash bin beside the door with a loud bang that echoed in the otherwise small gym. You stood up and turned to look at him, an expression of confusion and concern on your face as he put the trash bin back, cheeks burning as he glanced back at you, giving you a nod before he quickly exited the gym, heading for the stairs.

He was glad there was no one else in the room and that no one had actually seen him run into the trash can. How embarrassing would that have been?

Changbin made it to his floor and entered his apartment. He showered and changed into clean clothes before heading to the kitchen. He’d actually gone grocery shopping this time and as he was browsing his fridge, he heard his phone ding from the kitchen island. Closing the fridge, he walked over to pick up the device, unlocking it and checking his messages.

It was a text from you and it sent his heart into a frenzy before remembering you had exchanged numbers shortly after he moved in because your packages kept getting delivered to his box instead of yours. It had been a while since then and your mail had gotten sorted out but he genuinely forgot he even had your number as he read the text.

Y/N Neighbor: hey, is everything alright? That sounded painful ):

Changbin grimaced. ‘Sounded?’ he wondered. ‘That means she didn’t see it. Good.’ He quickly typed a response.

Changbin: yeah! I wasn’t watching where I was going. Too busy looking at my phone 😅i’m ok tho 🙂

Your response was swift.

Y/N Neighbor: okay good. I was worried. Y/N Neighbor: hey, while I have your attention. Do you have plans for dinner?

Changbin chuckled, typing his response.

Changbin: why? you gonna leave another pot of stew on my door mat? Y/N Neighbor: no 😭i was actually wondering if you’d like to come over for dinner Y/N Neighbor: I got some really nice beef short ribs from the butcher and was planning to make some tteokgalbi. I found a recipe and wanted to give it a shot

A grin spread across Changbin’s face as he read your text.

Y/N Neighbor: and who better to ask than my only Korean neighbor? Y/N Neighbor: So how about it? Y/N Neighbor: Do you want to come over for dinner?

Changbin hesitated answering as he stared at his phone. On one hand, he would love nothing more than to come over and help teach you how to make one of his favorite dishes, eat together, and enjoy your company but on the other hand, he knew that he was tempting fate, being alone with you so close to his heat. He weighed the pros and cons but very quickly, his logic was beat out by the promise of beef short ribs.

Changbin: sure. I’d love to. What time?

He sent the message and waited for your response. It took a couple moments but he saw the read receipt appear and soon you were typing your response.

Y/N Neighbor: I’m almost finished in the gym and I’ll have to shower. So let’s say… 7PM?

He smiled before typing back, thumbs tapping against the screen of his phone.

Changbin: perfect. See you at 7 (:

Changbin stressed over what to wear as this wasn’t exactly a formal setting like a date but you had still invited him to dinner at your place and you were going to be making food but he would be helping so he opted for something comfortable. Black pants, a white tee, and a gray sweatshirt. He scoured his fridge and pantry for something to bring with and settled on an unopened bottle of wine in his fridge that he received as a parting gift when he left Korea.

With the bottle of wine in hand, he headed across the hall. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door, resisting the urge to run and hide. He heard footsteps approach the door and after unlocking, the door opened to reveal your smile. “Hi,” you said breathlessly. Changbin returned the greeting and you opened the door wider to let him in.

He stepped over the threshold awkwardly, holding the bottle of wine tightly as he entered your apartment. It was smaller than his but you had a studio while he had a two bedroom. In the entryway you had tile flooring much like his and a shoe rack stood against the wall with various pairs of shoes from running shoes to much dressier shoes like pumps. There were even a couple pairs of boots.

Hanging over the shoe rack was a shelf that went from one wall to the other in the small entryway. On top of the shelf were various storage items inside pleasant looking boxes with drawers and small printed labels on the front detailing what was inside. On the underside of the shelf was a bar where you jackets hung including one heavy winter coat and various scarves for different temperatures.

Beside the shoe rack was a small bench with a cream and brown striped cushion where you no doubt sat and put on your shoes before leaving the apartment. You had already put on a pair of house slippers and to his surprise, a new pair of house slippers were sitting on standby for him. He quickly removed his shoes, a pair of crocs, and slid on the slippers as he followed you from the entry.

The rest of your apartment was just as small. There was a large flatscreen on the wall that separated the living area from the entryway. Under it stood a brown media center with a gaming console and inside the glass doors was a wide array of video games and DVDs. 

Your couch, a sectional, took up the back wall, squeezing into the corner and ending before the door to your balcony and was littered with pillows with a plush cream colored blanket, folded in half and draped over the arm. 

In front of the couch between it and the media console, was a coffee table with a few plants. Behind the couch was a window with a wide window sill which was full of potted house plants of different varieties and colors. The more he looked around, the more plants he saw. He was glad he had gotten it right and gifted you a plant.

Next to the living area was a small dining area with a four person bistro table pushed against the wall on the opposite side of the door to the balcony. Three of the four chairs were placed around the table and on top was a vase with a few flowers in it. Behind the table, another window with deep set sills littered with more plants. Next to the dining area was your bedroom area. It was separated by a curtain, hung from a track on the ceiling. The curtain was a sheer white one, allowing Changbin a glimpse past it to your bed. It was a queen size with a black fluffy comforter and matching black decorative pillows. The sheets were hidden but the pillows behind the throw ones were a cream color with a light floral pattern.

On one side of your bed was a nightstand with a lamp and alarm clock while on the opposite side was a tall chest of drawers, atop where a few makeup items and perfume bottles stood. He turned away before he could get a good look at it all and faced you. “Oh, is that for tonight?” you asked, nodding towards the bottle in his hands. He nodded, crossing the short distance.

“Yeah, I uh… wasn’t sure what to bring,” he admitted, holding the bottle out for you to take. You smiled, taking the bottle and moved behind the kitchen island, opening the fridge and setting the bottle inside on the door. Changbin looked around once more as you shut the fridge and turned to face him.

“So, shall we get started?” you asked. Changbin walked over to the island, looking at the items on the counter. You had the beef ribs sitting on a plate. Everything else had been measured out and was ready to go. He could see you also had soybean sprouts, spinach, zucchini, daikon, and tofu. “What is all of this for?” he asked, nodding at the other items.

“I thought we could also make some of the side dishes?” you asked, looking up at him. Changbin smiled, pushing the cuffs of his sleeves up as he moved around to join you at the sink and wash his hands. “So I’m guessing you have the stuff for seasoned soybeans, seasoned spinach, hobak bokkeum, daikon radish salad, and pan fried tofu?” he asked as you dried your hands.

You nodded before handing him the towel. “I’ve made them before, so I could prepare those while you prepare the ribs?” you offered. Changbin smiled, shaking his head. “We can make them together while the meat cooks,” he explained. “How about you cut the garlic and onions and make the marinade?” he asked. “That way you can watch how to prepare the meat.” You nodded with a smile. 

“Sounds good to me.”

You quickly cut the garlic and onions, adding them to a bowl while Changbin prepared the ribs. You continued making the sauce while he explained how to mince the meat and showed you. “And you leave it on the bone?” you asked. He nodded as he set one rib aside and worked on another one. You added the rest of the ingredients to the bowl and stirred it, mixing it well.

“How’s this?” you asked, showing Changbin the sauce. He peered into the bowl. “How does it taste?” he asked. You looked up at him and back down. “You can dip your finger in here,” he said with a chuckle. You did as he said and tasted the sauce. “It’s really good,” you answered, moving to rinse your hand again. Changbin finished the second rib and moved onto the last one, slicing the meat down to the bone. “If you want to start putting the sauce on the ribs,” he said as he continued cutting.

“Make sure to get it down into the meat,” he added as you moved to his other side and started scooping out the marinade, placing generous amounts onto the ribs while he finished cutting the last one. He rinsed the knife and your cutting board before washing his hands and drying them.

He leaned over, inspecting your work. “Don’t use all of it,” he said as you focused on the last one. You looked up at him inquisitively as he took the bowl from you with a laugh. “You have to save some for later.” You nodded and moved to wash your hands while he set the remainder of the sauce aside. “Is the oven preheated?” he asked.

You glanced behind you and noticed the little light, communicating this to him. “Perfect,” he said, picking up the cast iron pan. You hurried to open the oven for him and he set the pan in the middle of the rack and stood up, shutting the door and turning to you. “Now we can work on those side dishes,” he said with a smile.

You focused on the cooking while Changbin did all the cutting and seasoning. Your rice cooker had finished when you plated the pan fried tofu. “Do you want something to drink?” you asked Changbin. He looked up from the spinach dish. “Uh, sure,” he said as he mixed the spinach with sesame oil and garlic. 

You turned to open the fridge, eyes falling on the bottle of wine. “Want to open this wine?” you asked, turning back to look at him. He looked up from the dish, eyes wide. “Oh, yeah, sure,” he answered, returning his focus to the spinach.

He felt his heart rate speed up. He was already tempting fate by being alone with you like this but adding alcohol to the mix? That could only end in disaster. He knew from experience that mixing alcohol with his heat and someone as pretty as you were? It was surely to end only one way but he was determined to not let it go that way.

You opened the bottle of wine and poured two glasses, putting the bottle back and gently pushing one of the glasses towards Changbin who thanked you and lifted the glass to his face, sniffing the liquid as you took a sip. Changbin followed, taking a sip before he immediately spit it back into the glass, as did you, exclaiming with disgust. You met his gaze and the two of you burst into laughter.

You retrieved the bottle from the fridge to inspect it while Changbin walked over to grab your glass, dumping both into the sink. “God, that’s awful,” you gagged. Changbin rinsed out the wine glasses, setting them aside. “Do you have anything else?” he asked.

You looked up from the bottle, setting it aside. “I might have some soju,” you said softly, turning to the fridge and opening it while Changbin watched, eyes roaming over your body and taking in your outfit. It was a simple cream dress with a pleated skirt that fell to the middle of your thighs. Over it, you wore an off the shoulder light pink sweater, showing the thick straps of the dress. He saw the white thigh high stockings you work and it took everything in him to not jump you right there.

“I do have soju,” you announced. “Soju sounds nice,” Changbin answered, drawing his eyes away from your backside. “Could you grab a couple shot glasses from the cabinet?” you asked, gesturing to the correct door as you grabbed an unopened bottle of Soju from the fridge. Changbin set the glasses down and grabbed the bottle from you.

“Want to see a neat trick?” he asked. You nodded, leaning against the counter and watching him attentively as he grasped the bottle firmly. “This is just something we do in Korea,” he said. “It doesn’t really serve a purpose other than to look cool.” You nodded and watched as he quickly turned the bottle so the cap was pointed to the 4 o’clock position before flicking it back upright quickly.

Inside the bottle, the liquid swirled around, creating a small cyclone. Your smile widened and you shifted on your toes. “Can I try?” you asked excitedly. Changbin handed the bottle over, showing you how to hold it before letting you attempt. The first try did nothing except make some bubbles.

“Here,” he said, moving to stand behind you, reaching around to place his hand over yours. “Like this,” he said softly, guiding your hand to the correct positions slowly. “Just like that, only faster. Try it.” You followed his instructions and managed to make a weak tornado appear in the bottle.

“I did it!” you said excitedly as he chuckled, taking the bottle from you. He twisted the cap off, leaving the small strip of metal attached. He poured your shot first before pouring one for himself. “The first one, we always cheer,” he explained as you both picked up your glasses. “How do you say cheers in Korean?” you asked. “Gonbae,” he replied, holding his shot glass up slightly.

You raised yours to meet his, giving it a small tap, the clinking of glass soft. “Gonbae,” you repeated before raising the liquor to your lips and tipping your head back, pouring the entire shot into your mouth and swallowing as Changbin mirrored your movements.

It was slightly sweet, very crisp, and clean as it went down smoothly. You set the shot glass down as Changbin finished his shot a step behind you, setting his glass down as well. You looked up to meet his gaze but before you could say anything, a timer went off, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“The short ribs!” you exclaimed, grabbing a pair of potholders while Changbin moved to take over the frying of the zucchini. You pulled the pan out and set it down. “Let’s transfer them over to this,” Changbin said, grabbing the cast iron sizzler pan, turning on the burner next to the other skillet. It heated up quickly and you helped Changbin move the ribs over to the sizzling pan, placing them face down on the iron and spooning the rest of the sauce over them.

“We’ll let those cook for a bit and then turn them over and let them finish cooking,” he said as he set the spoon aside. “This is done, by the way,” he said, moving the zucchini off the burner and turning it off. “Now, we just wait on the galbi,” he added.

You poured another shot for him before pouring one for yourself and quickly downed it. His close proximity earlier had made goosebumps rise on your arms and thighs and there was now a burning ache in your skin where he’d touched you as we all other places he had not touched.

The meat was done after a few more minutes and Changbin insisted you set the coffee table, opting to eat in the living room instead of the dining table as it was a much less formal setting. You moved the side dishes and bottle of soju over to the coffee table, also getting two bottles of water from the fridge as Changbin placed the sizzler pan on the wooden block that came with it.

Once you’d set the table, he walked over, setting the galbi in the middle while you moved a cushion to the floor for him to sit on. You admired your handiwork, looking at all the side dishes and the main dish. You had scooped two bowls of rice from your rice cooker and also heated up some leftover beef broth  and added green onions for garnish.

You sat down, Changbin across from you. “We make a pretty good team, don’t we?” you asked, looking up to meet his gaze. “Yeah,” he said with a smile. “We really do.”

You made space for Changbin to sit next to you, opting to put on a movie while you ate, drank, and chatted. He showed you how to make ssambap, adding the meat, rice, and sauce to a lettuce leaf and eating the entire thing. It was all so delicious and you mentioned in passing that you should have him over more.

One bottle of soju dwindled and you grabbed a second which also slowly emptied as you ate your fill of the food. Most of the plates were empty when you poured another shot for Changbin before pouring one for yourself. You raised your glasses and downed the shots quickly.

“So,” you said as you set your glass down and looked up at Changbin. “Can I ask you something?” you asked, scooting a little closer to him, enjoying the warmth that radiated from his body. He nodded, resting his elbow on the table and resting his chin in his palm as he looked at you with sparkling eyes.

“Why are you single?”

The question took him by surprise. He hadn’t expected you to ask that, let alone ask it so boldly. You had an innocent look on your face as you looked at him, expecting an answer. He mulled over his thoughts before choosing his words, carefully.

“I have a… complicated life,” he started. “There are things I have to… hide from people. Not because I’m afraid of how they’ll see me but because I’m afraid of scaring them off.” Your smile fell and you leaned closer, placing a hand on his forearm. “You’re a good person, Changbin,” you said softly in a reassuring tone. “There’s someone out there for you.”

He smiled at you, a small but genuine smile. “What about you?” he asked softly, looking at your hand on his arm, his heart rate speeding up as he looked up, meeting your gaze. “Me?” you asked. “I guess I haven’t found the right person. I’ve been burned too many times.”

Changbin felt his heart sink. The thought of you getting your heart broken made him both sad and angry. 

He didn’t know you that well but from what he’d experienced since moving in, he couldn’t imagine anyone purposely hurting you.

Changbin scooted closer, placing a hand over yours. The moment his skin touched yours it was like you’d been hit with an electric shock. You looked up to meet his eyes. There was a moment of unspoken tension between you as you stared at one another before something happened.

You weren’t sure who moved first but all you knew was that one minute you were sitting on the floor, using your coffee table as a table to eat at, the next you were straddling him, your lips on his and hands tangled in his hair as his hands slid up your back.

You moaned into his mouth, hands tugging at his hair as he grabbed your waist. “Wait,” he said breathlessly, pulling away to look up at you, his lips shining with your spit. “Maybe we shouldn’t. We’ve both been drinking. Maybe we should — mmpf!” 

You cut him off, taking his lips in another searing kiss, your lips parting his and your tongue sliding against his. His fingers dug into your hips, squeezing the plush flesh there as your lips started to plant wet kisses down the side of his neck over his pulse point. He let out a soft groan, letting his head fall back against the couch cushions as you kissed down to the junction where his neck and shoulder met.

You pulled the fabric aside, nipping and sucking on the skin as his hands guided your hips over his growing erection. “Fuck,” he gasped as you grinded against him. “Keep doing that, baby.” Your fingers inched up the back of his neck, curling into his hair before tugging his head to the side, trailing kisses and your tongue up the side of his neck.

“Is it bad that I kinda wanna sit on your face?” you whispered in his ear, making him groan. “God, please,” he groaned. “I’ll lay down right here if you’ll sit on my face,” he promised. You giggled as he pulled you in for a sloppy kiss. You pulled back, gently wiping his bottom lip with your thumb. “I’m serious,” he murmured against your skin.

“Take your panties off and sit on my face.”

You shook your head. “You take my panties off and then I’ll think about sitting on your face.”

Changbin growled, pushing your coffee table back with his foot, wrapping his arms around your body as he got to his feet in an impressive display of strength, before carrying you over to the bed and dumping you unceremoniously on the bed. He climbed on after you, crawling over you.

“Before we go any further,” he said softly. “Are you sure about this?” You nodded quickly. “Yes,” you said, grabbing one of his hands and guiding it under your skirt to press his fingers against your soaked panties. “I want this, Changbin. I want you.”

He groaned, pressing his fingers harder against you as he captured your lips in another heated kiss, tongue hastily entering your mouth as his hand slipped under your panties, finding your soaked center quickly and dragging his finger against your clit. “Ch-Changbin!” you gasped against his lips as his fingers sank into your heat, groaning as he started to move, curling and pumping in and out of your cunt.

“Fuck, you’re gonna be so tight around me,” he growled. Your thighs spread on instinct as he fucked your hole with his fingers quickly, attempting to coax an orgasm out of you. “B-Bin,” you whimpered, grabbing his wrist as he moved faster. Your hands trembled as you held onto him, eyes dipping down to watch as his forearm flexed.

Seeing his muscles flex with the simplest of motions made a fresh wave of arousal course through you, your walls clenching around his fingers. Changbin could tell you were close but he really wanted to take up your offer to sit on his face. Reluctantly, he pulled his fingers from your pussy, ignoring the whine of protests as he kissed the pout off your face.

“I told you I was serious,” he said as he grabbed your panties, pulling them off and discarding them.

“I want you to sit on my face,” he added as he laid back on the bed, taking your hands and guided you over him. “Bend over slightly,” he said, pushing to over as he guided your hips into place over his mouth. “You don’t have to do anything,” he added as he licked his lips.

“Just let me have a taste.

You were about to speak but your words were cut short by the gasp that ripped from your throat as his tongue made contact with your clit. Your hands landed on his stomach to steady yourself as he licked slowly and deliberately, flattening his tongue against your clit.

“Oh god,” you groaned, fingers grabbing the material of his sweater. Your eyes fluttered open as you glanced down at his crotch, noticing the outline of his hard cock. You got an idea as he continued to makeout with your pussy. You moved your hand down, sliding it over his cock, making him groan against you. His arms flexed against your thighs as he wrapped them tighter around, hands spreading your folds as he renewed his attention on your entrance, tongue swirling around it before dipping in.

You started to palm him through his pants, pressing your hand flat against him and massaging slowly. He was only semi-hard and as you continued to massage and stroke him over the material of his pants, he started to grow harder and harder under your touch.

You moaned as he latched onto your clit and sucked, making lewd wet slurping noises as he hungrily ate you out. It didn’t deter you from your goal as your fingers worked to undo the ties of his sweatpants. Once you’d gotten them loose, you slid your hand under the waistband, slipping your hand into his boxers and grabbing his hard cock.

He let out a strained noise, moaning against your cunt as your hand started to work his cock inside his pants. His one movement started to move faster as you stroked him, as if to match your movements. “Oh shit,” you gasped as he gently nipped at your clit, the graze of his teeth making your hips buck against his face. You needed to get him to the edge before you came.

You pushed his pants and underwear down, freeing his cock as he latched onto your clit again. His cock was thick, veins running up and down the shaft. The head was dark, a bead of precum already leaking from the slit at the top. 

You wrapped your fingers around the base, ignoring the hiss and hot breath against your pussy as you started to slide your hand up and down, using your palm to spread some of the precum. It wasn’t enough and so you pulled back, spitting into your hand before resuming, your saliva creating a lubricant to move faster and faster.

Changbin let out another strained groan, head falling back against the bed as your hand continued to jerk his cock. Just as you thought you were gaining the upper hand, Changbin snapped out of it, pulling your pussy down onto his waiting mouth, tongue sliding over your clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. His focus made yours waver as your hand faltered, sliding to the base of his cock.

“O-oh, god,” you moaned, head falling onto his stomach as he continued to lick, suck, and nip at your clit. Your hips started to move of their own accord, grinding against him as you tried to resume stroking his cock. Lifting your head, you did the only thing you could think of and gave the tip of his cock, particularly the slit, a lick before taking the head into your mouth.

Changbin groaned against you, giving your hip a sharp smack and you cried out, his cock falling from your mouth. Your lapse allowed him to regain control, tonguing your hole until he gave one final suck on your clit and you finally came with a moan of his name.

As your thighs shook from the aftermath of your orgasm, he lapped at your pussy, drinking up every bit of your release before you started to shy away from the contact. He helped you off him, chuckling as you rolled onto your back. Changbin grabbed his pants and underwear, pulling them up as he wiped his face with his shirt.

“I should have made you face the other way,” he said as he helped you out of your top, tossing it aside and pressing a kiss to your collar. His lips trailed down to your breast, running his tongue over your nipple and gently blowing on the wet skin as he kneaded your other breast with his hand.

He sat up, moving to kneel between your thighs, his hands moving up your thighs to your waist, eyeing your wet pussy. “Now that I’ve had a taste,” he said softly. “I want more.” You giggled as he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours in short, quick kisses. “C’mere,” he murmured, cupping the back of your head as he parted your lips with his, allowing his tongue to slide into your mouth, the taste of your cum on his tongue.

“Changbin,” you sighed, head falling back against the pillows as he kissed down your exposed chest, stopping to tease your nipples with his tongue once more before he sat up, gaze meeting yours, a lazy smirk on his face as he took in your disheveled appearance. A surge of pride swelled in his chest at the sight of you, knowing he was the one responsible.

“Binnie,” you cooed, reaching out for him. He took your hand, bringing your palm to his face and kissing it. “What is it, bunny?” he asked softly, lacing his fingers with yours. Your heart skipped a beat at the intimate gesture, wondering if this meant more to him than you initially thought.

“Are you sure about this?” you asked as he pulled your skirt down past your knees, tossing it aside before pulling his sweatshirt over his head. “Yes,” he answered, discarding the top on the floor with the rest of your clothes. He leaned over pressing light kisses up your body, ghosting over your chest briefly before he met your lips. You giggled as his hands slid up your sides, tickling you.

“I’ve never been more sure than I am now,” he added, mumbling against your lips. “I’ve wanted you for longer than I’d like to admit,” he continued, hands pushing his waistband down with one hand. “Where did you say you keep the condoms?” he asked, pulling back to meet your gaze.

“Back of the top drawer,” you said, pointing at your bedside table. Changbin scrambled over to the side of the bed, pulling open the drawer and finding the box. He grabbed one, putting the corner of the packet between his teeth as he quickly stripped himself of his pants and underwear before joining you on the bed once more. He tore open the foil packet with his teeth, removed the condom, and rolled it down his length slowly, avoiding your gaze.

Finally he tossed the remnants of the condom wrapper aside, promising he would clean them up later as he shifted into place, grabbing you by the thighs and tugging you closer in one motion, demonstrating his strength. “I promised I’ll be gentle,” he said softly. “But if I start to get out of control, just tell me, alright?” he asked softly, stroking the skin of your thighs. You nodded, licking your lips.

“I will,” you said softly. “But I should tell you something,” you added, watching as he tilted his head curiously. “What’s that?” he asked. “I like it a little rough.” Changbin let out a groan, fingers digging into your thighs. “You shouldn’t say things like that,” he said, taking his cock in one hand, guiding the head to your slit. “Makes me want to ruin you.”

You let out a moan as you felt the head of his cock push into you, thighs instinctively squeezing his hips. “You’re tense,” he noted as he felt your walls grip him tightly. “Relax for me,” he added in a soothing tone. “I don’t wanna hurt you.” You took a couple deep breaths, forcing your body to relax, your grip on his cock lessening. “That’s it,” Changbin whispered. “Good girl.”

He pushed in further and it took all of your concentration to relax and not start tensing up again. “Fuck,” he groaned as he slid in without resistance. “Such a good little bunny,” he murmured. The pet name made you moan, clenching around him involuntarily. “Don’t do that,” he grunted, hips meeting the back of your thighs as he bottomed out. “I’m trying not to cum and if you keep doing that,” he said as your walls tightened around him again. “I won’t last.”

“S-sorry,” you stammered, waiting for your bodies to adjust to one another. Changbin let go of your thighs, instead, his hands moving to your hips. “God, you’re so beautiful,” he said softly, admiring every inch of skin he could touch. “I could stay like this forever,” he added. “Spend all night fucking you.”

“You’re so fucking beautiful. All your curves, all of this,” he said, running his hands up to your chest, giving you a soft squeeze before moving back down to your hips. “I love every single bit of it.” Your cheeks burned. “Even if I’m not the —” his hand moved to your face, pressing a finger against your lips. “I don’t want to hear it,” he said. “Your body is beautiful. All of it. You are beautiful.”

You nodded, letting his words sink in.

He gave you a thrust, testing the waters and when you moaned instead of wincing, he set a steady pace, hands moving up to your waist as your own hands gripped the sheets. “Oh s-shit,” you gasped, pleasure building in the pit of your stomach, a heat settling in your belly as the pace slowly increased. Changbin slowed down, letting out a chuckle when you pouted.

“I told you,” he said softly. “I’m not trying to cum immediately.”

His pace continued at a slow pace but each thrust was hard and powerful, making you see stars. “Ch-Changbin,” you whined. “Yeah, baby?” he asked breathlessly as he continued, his hips not faltering once. “M-more,” you whimpered. “More? You want more?” he asked. “More of what? Gotta be specific, sweetheart.”

Your cheeks burned under his gaze as he waited for a response. “F-faster,” you finally managed to squeak out. Changbin chuckled but obliged, giving in to your request easily. The room filled with the sound of skin against skin but not loud enough to drown out your moans. As he reached a fast but comfortable pace, you let out a loud moan, shocking yourself. You quickly raised your hand to cover your mouth but Changbin grabbed your wrist, pinning your hand against the bed.

“Don’t cover your mouth,” he said, shaking his head as he leaned over you, pounding into you, the sound of the bed hitting the wall made your cheeks burn even more. “I want everyone to know how good I make you feel.”

You moaned loudly, unrestrained. “P-pin me down,” you said suddenly, making him hesitate for a moment before he grabbed your other wrist and pinned it down, continuing to fuck you into the sheets. “You’re so strong,” you moaned, thighs squeezing his sides. Changbin let out a groan, cock twitching inside you. He pulled out quickly, making you whine in protest but he was quick to switch places, guiding you to sit on top of him.

“Ride me,” he said. You nodded, aligning his tip with your hole and sinking down on him, letting out a moan as his cock filled your cunt. “Fuck, that’s it, baby. Go on,” he said as you steadied yourself, placing your hands on the bed and raising your hips. Changbin’s hands ghosted over your hips, guiding your movements until you had set a pace.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty on top of me like this,” he groaned, bucking his hips to match your movements. “I like this. Can focus on touching you,” he continued, moving his hands up to cup your chest, kneading your breasts. “You can’t pin me like this, though,” you whined, making him chuckle. “You like that?” he asked breathlessly. “Like it when I hold you down?” You nodded. “I do. Makes me feel so weak.”

Changbin let out a groan, his hands moving, taking your hands. “I could hold your wrists,” he offered. “Or if you’re good and keep riding me like this, I promise I’ll pin you down and fuck you rough, like you want. Just keep going,” he said, placing your hands on his chest. “Keep going.”

You rolled your hips, chasing your high as he nodded and encouraged you. “That’s it, bunny, cum for me and then I’ll pin you down and fuck you just how you want it.” Your eyes fluttered shut as your thighs started to shake. “I-I’m close!” you gasped. “It’s okay. Go ahead and let go, baby.” You let out a moan as your orgasm washed over you. You hadn’t even fully finished when Changbin had flipped you over, pinning your wrists above your head as he took over.

He fucked you through your high, chasing his own as he pounded into you. “Fuck,” he cursed. “So fucking good,” he continued. “Gonna cum again?” he asked, feeling your cunt convulsing around him. “Y-yes!” you cried out, your voice bouncing off the walls of your apartment. “Be good and cum for me,” he grunted. 

You grabbed his hand, guiding it to your throat and he understood without you saying a word. He squeezed gently and a moment later, you came undone once more but this time, Changbin went over the edge with you, releasing into the condom with a moan as his hips continued to thrust weakly until he finally came to a stop, panting as you both let your orgasms sweep over you.

The hand around your throat moved, cupping the back of your neck instead as Changbin pressed a kiss to your forehead. He released your wrists and pulled out of you carefully. Your eyes fluttered shut as he moved about, discarding the condom. He returned to the bed a moment later, helping you into a pair of underwear and an oversized shirt. “We should shower,” you whined as he joined you on the bed.

“Hmm, later,” he replied, wrapping an arm around your midsection and pulling you into him. “It’s late, let’s just sleep,” he added and before you could agree or protest, slumber welcomed you.

The next morning you woke up first and carefully got up, heading to the bathroom to do your business. Afterwards, you returned to bed, settling under the covers with Changbin, accidentally waking him in the process. “Sorry,” you whispered as you snuggled up next to him. Changbin murmured under his breath and pulled you in closer, wrapping his arms around you. 

“I spent the night,” he finally said and you nodded. “Yes,” you answered, looking up at him. “You did.”

He looked down at you as a silence fell over you. “I guess we should probably discuss what this means…” he trailed off as you smiled and pressed a kiss to his lips. “It can mean whatever you want it to mean,” you replied. “If you aren’t looking for a relationship and only want a fuck buddy, I’m fine with that.” Changbin winced at the crude remark. “Or if you’d rather it be a one time thing, I’m okay with that, too.”

“I don’t,” Changbin said quickly. “I don’t want it to be a one time thing.” You smiled at him as he spoke. “But I’m not sure if I want a relationship either,” he continued. You pulled him into a kiss before rolling him onto his back as you straddled his hips. “Well, take your time,” you suggested. “Figure out what you want.” You leaned over to kiss him again, trailing your lips down his neck to his chest. 

“It’s not like I’m going anywhere any time soon.”

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library affections - rafe cameron x fem!reader

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

synopsis: there are two things that you love in this world; rafe and books

word count: 0.9k

warnings/tags: none, just fluff with sweet boyfriend!rafe

a/n: hi everyone! i don't think i can ever thank you all enough for your support in all of my works :< tbh i did not expect to gain so much interaction because this blog is still relatively new but here you all are and i appreciate each and every one of you <3 this fic is another fluff boyfriend!rafe fic (is it obvious that i like fluff so much lmao) and i've written this a while ago. i hope you'll like this one! if you have a request or prompt in mind, feel free to send me a message. happy reading!

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Being a regular visitor at the Camerons' estate has familiarized you with every corner of the house. Now, you have memorized every room and decoration, immediately spotting whatever is newly added. The Camerons didn't mind your presence, with your family being a close friend of theirs. Thus, it was no surprise that you ended up dating the one and only son of Ward Cameron.

With his father and stepmother often occupied and his sisters frequently out with friends, you and Rafe usually find yourselves with the house to yourselves, save for the occasional presence of the household staff. Yet, you've never minded.

Today follows a similar pattern. Ward left for a morning meeting, Wheezie went to school, and Sarah departed at noon to join John B's group. Surprisingly, even Rafe isn't home, having agreed to a golf outing with Topper and Kelce. Although he initially invited you to join, you declined, preferring to avoid the "boy talk" and the scorching sun. Thus, you find yourself waiting for Rafe in the living room, idly scrolling through your phone.

It's been around two in the afternoon when you got bored, sighing and deciding to stand up to walk around the house. Your feet already know where you're going when you face the familiar entrance to the Camerons' Library.

This room is your most loved spot in the whole estate, apart from Rafe's room. The vast shelves of bright book covers from different times always amaze you. If you could, you'd live in this room. Rafe has found you exploring this library countless times; even his sisters know it's the first place to check when you're not around the house.

Quickly scanning the shelves for a book, you settled upon a fantasy fiction novel, clutching the book as you made your way to a couch by the window. The first few chapters had you hooked immediately, eyes rapidly passing through every word as you moved chapter by chapter. The book was so good that it blanked your other senses, making you jump when you suddenly heard Rafe's voice.

"I knew you'd be here." He smirked, still in his golfing outfit, as he stood over you.

"Hi, Rafe." You smiled up at him, putting the book down on your lap. "How's golfing?"

Rafe plopped beside you, stretching his legs and putting an arm around your shoulder. "It was good. I got bored with Top's whining about his break-up with Sarah, so I left."

You chuckled when you saw his eyes roll, a dramatic sigh escaping his lips. "They were together for a long time. You can't blame him."

"I guess." He shrugged before flashing you a flirty grin. "But I also want to spend time with my girl."

You snorted. "Yeah, okay."

"What? I do! I feel guilty about leaving you here alone." He defended.

"I don't mind, Rafe." You spoke.

"Hm. I bet you don't. But still."

You raised your brows, silently urging him to explain what he meant.

"I just mean that you were too distracted by that book, baby. I could've been an intruder, but you wouldn't even know. What is that about anyway?"

Your eyes lit up at his question; you've always loved speaking about the books you've read. And Rafe loved hearing you talk, even if he's mostly confused.

"I just started reading it, so I don't really know what it's about yet, but there's this girl, and she has electricity powers!" You started excitedly.

Rafe listened intently. He couldn't help but feel affection for you, marveling at how your eyes sparkled with passion for the story. Despite the chaotic world outside, at this moment, it was just the two of you, surrounded by the tranquility of the library.

As you continued to talk, Rafe's mind wandered, reflecting on how much you meant to him. You were the one person who could effortlessly penetrate his tough exterior, revealing the softer, more vulnerable side of him that he often kept hidden from the world. He felt at ease with you, free to be himself without fear of judgment or ridicule.

Lost in his thoughts, Rafe reached out, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You paused mid-sentence, startled by the sudden touch, before leaning into his hand, relishing the warmth of his touch.

"Hey, what's wrong?" you asked, concern lacing your voice as you noticed the distant look in his eyes.

Rafe shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "Nothing, I'm just... happy. Happy to be here with you."

A soft blush colored your cheeks as you met his gaze, feeling the warmth spread through your chest. At that moment, surrounded by the scent of old books and the soft glow of sunlight filtering through the window, you couldn't imagine being anywhere else.

Leaning in, Rafe pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment before pulling away. "I love you," he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper but filled with sincerity.

"I love you too," you replied, your heart swelling with emotion as you returned his affectionate gaze.

With a contented sigh, Rafe settled back against the couch, pulling you closer until you were nestled against his side. Together, you sat in comfortable silence, basking in the simple pleasure of each other's company.

At that moment, surrounded by the familiar comforts of the library, you knew that no matter what the future held, as long as you had each other, everything would be okay.

[manhattanstrawberry]

ALWAYS BEEN YOU

Synopsis: The absolute bane of his existence— you don’t think you’ve hated anyone more than you hate Suguru Geto. From the young days of university to the last day of law school, neither of you think you’ve known someone as insufferable as the other. Some say its underlying sexual tension, or complicated romantic feelings– some think you’re secretly exes of some sort but the truth is you’ve both got an unexplainable hate for the other, but when he represents the husband of your client in a divorce case, he’s not sure how much longer he can take working with with you— you’re annoying, insufferable, unbearable, frustrating and so many more things that are exactly what you’d describe him as, as well but why have you started to look forward to every meeting now and why does he feel that way when he looks at you? 

Status: Ongoing

Pairing: DivorceLawyer!Suguru x DivorceLawyer!Reader

Tags: Rivals to lovers, slow burn, mutual pining, mutual hate lmao

Warnings: ?

Word count: ?

A/n: Hello!! I know this is a hq centric blog but the idea of this fic has been in my head for so long for suguru and it has been in the works for a while now. I can’t wait to start posting chapters  for it and I hope you all enjoy it! I won't be making a taglist for now but if readers would like it please let me know!!

Art credit: saltinesaltine1

tba: Chapter 1

© manhattanstrawberry please do not plagiarize or repost my work

[dreamofjoys]

𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐅𝐉𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

— Act like an Angel, Dress like crazy

Participating fandoms: Genshin Impact, Honkai Star Rail (HSR), Twisted Wonderland (Twst), Ikemen Prince (IKEPRI), Ikemen Villain (IKEVIL), Lovebrush Chronicle (LBC), Wuthering Waves (WuWa), Love and Deepspace (LADs)

Please read the whole post before proceeding!

RULES

NO MINORS allowed, 18+ only ; I have said this many times and I will say it again. I do not want minors in this blog reading my fics / interacting with me. I am uncomfortable with it. I will be blocking blank blogs or blogs with no age indicator in their bio.

READ WITH CAUTION. Some kinks/content may not be for you. Content warning will be posted on every fic. Make sure to read them carefully (lmk if i miss out anything!)

DO NOT REPORT my fics! This happened in 2022 & majority of my fics got hidden away, I had a hard time tracking them back as people were requesting for it. If you don't like what I write or hate seeing my content, simply block me and move on. I will also be deleting and blocking hate comments.

THIS YEAR'S KINKTOBER SPECIAL / NOTES:

♡ Event will be divided into 4 series

- Short fic series (short headcannons of 2 characters per day) - Full fic series (more words + features 1 character per day) - Threesome series (you read that right, threesome. enjoy 2 men fucking/fighting over you. or maybe they will cooperate together to make you feel good) - Gangbang / Dragon series (heavily demanded lmao if you have read my fic 'The Dragon's Beloved' then yeah same lineup same characters // expect to be f by multiple dragons // this is for my followers who have been waiting for a long time)

♡ All fics are strictly character/characterS x afab/fem reader

♡ Expect content such as Noncon, Dubcon, kidnapping and etc. They apply to certain fics only

♡ Fics will be posted at 6pm sharp (GMT +8) basically 1hr slower than jp/kr timing - queued posting

♡ As I am typing this, I have yet to finish writting all fics. There may be delays (I hope not because I really want to finish this) Please forgive me if you don't see the full list of fics.

♡ I will not be doing taglist. As mentioned previously, the fics will be queued for posting. I may not be available at that timing to do tagging

♡ To navigate this year's kinktober fics, you can refer to this post for the full masterlist OR search #dreamofjoyskinktober2024 on my blog (in the event that the links on this post does not work)

KINKTOBER SCHEDULE —

SHORT FIC SERIES (separated)

Day 1 ➤ Gun Play ♡ Boothill (HSR) , Gilbert (IKEPRI)

Day 2 ➤ Mirror Sex ♡ Dr Ratio (HSR) , Prefect Luminary (LBC)

Day 3 ➤ Hate Sex ♡ Blade (HSR) , Alhaitham (Genshin)

Day 4 ➤ Masochist ♡ Sunday (HSR) , Geshu Lin (WuWa)

Day 5 ➤ Manhandling ♡ Danfeng (HSR) , Chevalier (IKEPRI)

Day 6 ➤ Clothes Grinding ♡ Zayne , Sylus (LADs)

Day 7 ➤ Somnophilia ♡ Ayato (Genshin) , Malleus (Twst)

Day 8 ➤ Thigh Riding ♡ Nanook (HSR) , Chevalier (IKEPRI)

Day 9 ➤ Aphrodisiac ♡ Jiaoqiu (HSR) , Neuvilette (Genshin)

Day 10 ➤ Degradation ♡ Cael , Prefect Luminary (LBC)

Day 11 ➤ Breeding Kink ♡ Zhongli (Genshin) , Lilia (Twst)

Day 12 ➤ Face Sitting ♡ Sunday , Nanook (HSR)

Day 13 ➤ Cock Warming ♡ Neuvilette (Genshin) , Malleus (Twst)

Day 14 ➤ Mutual Masturbation ♡ Chevalier , Gilbert (IKEPRI)

FULL FIC SERIES

Day 15 ➤ Bondage ♡ Blade (HSR)

Day 16 ➤ Vouyeurism ♡ Jingyuan (HSR)

Day 17 ➤ Orgasm Control ♡ Gilbert (IKEPRI)

Day 18 ➤ Somnophilia ♡ Chevalier (IKEPRI)

Day 19 ➤ Body Worship ♡ Zayne (LADs)

Day 20 ➤ Corruption ♡ Sunday (HSR)

Day 21 ➤ Monster Fucking ♡ Malleus (Twst)

THREESOME SERIES

Day 22 ➤ Public Sex ♡ Jiyan & Geshu Lin (Wuwa)

Day 23 ➤ Shower Sex ♡ Cael & Prefect Luminary (LBC)

Day 24 ➤ Oviposition ♡ Neuvilette & Zhongli (Genshin)

Day 25 ➤ Deepthroating ♡ Jingyuan & Blade (HSR)

Day 26 ➤ Spanking/Mating Press ♡ Chevalier & Gilbert (IKEPRI)

Day 27 ➤ Overblot Smut ♡ Leona & Malleus (Twst)

Day 28 ➤ Daddy Kink ♡ Victor & William (IKEVIL)

Day 29 ➤ Oviposition ♡ DanHeng & DanFeng (HSR)

GANGBANG / DRAGON SERIES

Characters involved for both fics: Neuvilette, Zhongli (Genshin), Malleus (Twst), Danheng, Danfeng (HSR)

Day 30 ➤ Sex Toys

Day 31 ➤ Hunter & Prey

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