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When Nico asks him out, there is vomit on his scrubs. His hair is disgusting. The bags under his eyes are actually the size of Texas, and he was born there so he says it in good confidence.

Also, it goes right over his head.

“Gods, yeah,” Will sighs, relieved. “Yeah, I could —” He laughs, a little hysterically, scrubbing his hand over his face and trying to blink the sudden onslaught of dizzy away. “I’m starving. I am — tired of this stupid room. I could use dinner out.”

“Great,” Nico says, rocking back on his heels. He twists his skull ring around his finger, like he does when he’s nervous, but there’s a tiny twitch at the corner of his mouth that Will has learned, in the past few weeks of his help in the infirmary, is a smile. “I’ll — um, I’ll pick you up at seven?”

Will glances down at the rapidly-drying splatter of vomit spreading from his right shoulder all the way down to his belly button. The nasty brown-yellow colour of it clashes so violently with the mint-green of his scrubs that it might be a felony, actually. The one whole spaghetti noodle smack in the middle of it does not help.

“Yeah, I’ll need at least that long in the shower.”

Nico’s face goes through a very complicated string of emotions. “I think you look nice,” he offers.

“You and I have very different definitions of ‘nice’, di Angelo,” Will snorts. He gestures behind him. “Bye, Nico. I’ll see you in a few hours?”

“Right. Bye, Will.”

“Hey, first name status!”

“Shut up, Solace. Go change your shirt.”

Will snickers, jogging down the Big House stairs with a backwards wave. He hustles past campers jogging towards their daily activities, ducking into the Apollo cabin before someone can ask him for something.

It’s been a busy few weeks.

The Giant War was…well. It’s over, now, is the point, but it was not without casualties, and it was not without injury, and injury, and injury. Plus the flu that just had to hit right before the Romans were about to head back to California. Will has spent more nights in the infirmary in the last few weeks than he ever has, including after the Titan War. Understaffed does not begin to cover it. He had to beg Cecil for his secret Redbull stash after his third straight day on his feet, praying to his father, his aunt, and any other god who was listening to keep his hands from shaking. Without Nico’s help — well, he doesn’t want to think about how things would have gone without Nico’s help.

He’d slept through his promised three days in the infirmary. Will had restitched his werewolf scratching (—his werewolf scratches his fucking werewolf scratches his fucking shitting goddamn werewolf scratches that he stitched with sewing thread and left for gods know how many days and Will is going to quit his job, he is, he is going to live in a hut in the Florida Everglades and chase questers away with a fucking broom—) as he slept on the first day, then spent the next days glaring at him in seething jealousy.

He had wanted to sleep. He had wanted to sleep so godsdamn badly. And yet. He was plastering salve on the translucent fingers of a dumbass who pushed himself too hard.

“You can’t tell me what to do,” Will had mocked, ignoring the yelled you’re losing it, Willy! from Kayla as she passed by. “Nyeh nyeh nyeh. I can shadow travel wherever I want. Nyeh nyeh nyeh. Catch me I’m about to pass out. Nyeh nyeh nyeh.”

“I never asked you to catch me,” muttered Nico, groggily, and Will had screamed.

Not his best moment.

Luckily, his string of colourful cursing had killed any idea that Will was scared of him, or something, and the list of chores he’d doled out the second he made sure Nico could walk had put the idea in the grave.

He still can’t quite believe that Nico actually, like…listened. But he’s a good bandage cutter (very accurate) and, as a super fun bonus, the Romans were all scared of him, so when they tried to get out of their cots while their limbs were literally hanging onto them by a thread, Will just had Nico stand behind him and glare at them until they sat their asses back down.

(“You are without a doubt the best nurse I’ve ever had,” Will had grumbled, sticking his tongue out at Austin, who lazily tried to trip him. Nico had rolled his eyes, huffing as if he thought Will was joking.)

“Wow,” says Cecil, sitting in Will’s bed for some reason. He rakes his eyes up and down his body, whistling appreciatively at the towel around his waist. Will rolls his eyes and starts digging through his dresser drawers. “Look at you! So human-like! No zombie eyebags to be seen!”

“Showers don’t erase eyebags, dick for brains.”

“True, but you’re so hot when you’re not covered in blood and vomit that I can overlook them.”

“Kiss my ass, Cecil.”

“Really? Is that permission?”

Will laughs, admitting defeat. He tugs on a pair of boxers, then tosses a few clothing options on his bed.

“Yeah, yeah. It’s good to be out, Zeus’ beard. Nico’s taking me to dinner; d’you know if it’s cold in the city? And I should probably wear real shoes, right, Annabeth mentioned something about New York bacteria —”

“Woah, woah, hold on, William, pause there for a second.”

Will looks up, frowning. “What?”

“Nico’s taking you to dinner?”

Cecil’s eyes are wide. Reflexively, Will pats his chin, paranoid he’s got something on his face.

“…Yes? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Nothing! Nothing, nothing.” Quickly, Cecil schools his face back to its usual smirk, leaning casually against the bedpost. (He misses. Mercifully, Will decides to let it slide and wait for him to straighten himself. He’s a good friend, like that.)

“Well, obviously something.”

“Nope! I’m just —” He softens. “I’m glad you’re taking a break, Willy. We’ve been worried about you. Remind me to send him a lock pick set.”

“Most people send fruit,” Will suggests gently. He cuffs Cecil playfully on the jaw, rolling his eyes when Cecil catches his hand and presses a loudly exaggerated kiss to it. “Or flowers. Also, don’t call me Willy.”

“Sorry, Willy.”

“Gods, you’re infuriating.”

“Mhm. And yet you adore me. Oou, wear the grey plaid shirt, it makes your eyes look bluer. And for the love of Hermes, do not wear shorts.”

———

At seven o’clock sharp, there’s a knock on the doorframe.

“Uh, hi?”

“Nico!” Will says brightly. “Hi! You don’t have to wait by the door, dorkus. Come in.”

With a second of hesitation, Nico steps in. The usually creaky floorboards are silent under his black Chucks. Will chooses to believe that’s on purpose, because it’s cooler.

“You can sit if you want! Unless we gotta leave right away. I wasn’t actually sure, are we just going to McDonald’s or something? Also, I told Cecil he couldn’t come, I figured three would make it a party or something but lemme know if we’re bringing friends along and —”

“We’re not,” Nico interrupts.

“—tell them.” Will blinks at him, then smiles. “Just you and me, then.”

Nico clears his throat. “Yeah.” He glances up at Will, and away again, like he can’t hold his gaze for too long. He looks a little flushed. “You, uh. You braided your hair.”

“What? Oh!” Will touches the French braids on either side of his head, smiling. “Yeah, I finally had the time. Keeps my hair back better than much else. Hey, Nico, you good? You looked flushed, maybe you should —”

Nico catches his hand. He smiles.

“I’m fine, Solace. You just look nice, is all.”

Will snorts. “No kidding. Anything’s better than the vomit shirt.”

———

Nico refuses to answer any of his questions about where they’re going.

Or, well. Will asks him and endless string of questions and receives only hums or nods in response, except for the odd huff of laughter when Will pouts.

“C’mon! Can’t I just know where we’re going?”

“You’re about to.”

“I mean now, Death Breath.”

“Well, now I’m definitely not telling you.”

“Ugh.”

Nico places a fleeting hand on his elbow as they reach the base of Half-Blood Hill, stalling him.

“Wait.”

Will pauses, listening. His heartbeat picks up. Monster? Monsters?

He glances over at Nico, noticing the tension in his face, the twist to his mouth, the —

Oh, no he doesn’t.

“Hold it, Gerard Way!”

Nico startles.

“What?”

“I know that face! You are not shadow-travelling us to the city, no way, no how, do you want to dissolve —”

“Will,” Nico interrupts, laughing softly, “Will, trust me for a second. Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

Nico blinks. Will flushes.

“That was fast.”

“Well! Well.”

“I’m not shadow-travelling,” Nico promises, changing the subject when it’s clear Will has nothing to say. “I’m just summoning our ride. I promise it won’t drain me.”

“…Fine.”

Rolling his eyes fondly, Nico screws up his face again. The tiny freckles on the bridge of his nose are more obvious when he wrinkles it. Will has to shove his hands in his pockets to keep from touching them.

One moment, there’s nothing but empty road in front of them. The next, there’s a massive fucking limo, driven by what Will can only describe as a ghoul.

“There,” Nico says happily. “Our ride!”

He jogs over to the sleek black limo, leaving Will gaping. With a quick hand to keep the driver from getting up, he opens the back door, gesturing broadly.

“C’mon, Sunshine.”

Will recovers quickly. He’s never been in a limo before — hell, he’s hardly ever been in cars. He slides into the black leather seats, gaping, barely noticing Nico ducking in and closing the door behind him.

“Cleveland and Merrick, please, Jules-Albert.”

Limos are crazy.

If hotel mini bars were, like, physical places rather than tiny bottles in mini fridges, they would look like limos. The windows are tinted, so the interior is dark, illuminated a softly glowing red by strips of LEDs. There is an actual TV screen, although it’s not on. Will feels like James Bond.

“Gift from my dad,” Nico explains. “He knows he can’t always be there to drive me around, so he got Jules-Albert to take me places. He’s cool. He even answers to me, technically, and not my dad, so if anything happens back here he won’t snitch.” Nico gets so violently red he damn near goes invisible under the LEDs. “Not that — I mean, it’s more like —”

“That is so cool,” Will breathes. “Oh my gods, Nico, you are literally the coolest demigod in the world.”

“Hah,” says Nico weakly. The limo (!!) slows to a stop. “We are — here, let’s go!”

Nico practically throws himself out of the limo. Will takes one last look, thanks Jules-Albert, and hurries out after him.

———

“You gotta be kidding me.”

“What?” Nico looks at him defensively. The corner of his mouth twitches. “I thought it was pretty funny.”

Apollo Restaurant Diner, reads the garish, flashing yellow sign. Seniors half-off!

Will nudges Nico’s side as they walk in. “You should ask for the discount.”

“Keep it up and you’re paying for yourself, Solace.”

Nico guides them into a booth by the window before he can say anything. In seconds, a server is strolling up to them, popping their bubblegum and grinning.

“Welcome to Apollo’s, where if we don’t predict your order, it’s free! I’ll get you guys some sodas, and…hm. Fries to share, I think.”

They’re off, ponytail bouncing, before either of them can say anything.

“Well,” says Nico after a moment. “I guess we’re having fries.”

Will snorts. “You love fries. You love anything fried and battered, because there is nothing you love more than poor decision making.”

“Caught me, Solace.”

“Aw. I thought —”

Their server pops back in with their sodas, nodding as they thank them.

“— I thought I was bumped up to first name status! You called me Will earlier.”

Nico slurps obnoxiously at his cherry coke.

“No, I didn’t.”

“Did too!”

“Not a jury in the world will believe you, Solace.”

Will blows his straw wrapper at him. Nico barely dodges, laughing — a real, open laugh, where some of the guard drops from his shoulders, where his smile is wide enough to show his teeth, where his dark eyes cringe near shut.

“You’re so lame. Get your stupid straw wrapper away from me.”

Will feels like he doesn’t respond for ages, mesmerized by the crooked curve of Nico’s smile. There’s mischief in that smile, and oddly it makes shyness bloom in Will’s chest, it makes the tips of his ears red, makes him duck his head.

Will’s saved from trying to come up with a comment by the massive — truly gigantic — platter of fries set between them.

“Holy shit,” breathes Will, alarmed.

“Holy shit,” breathes Nico, eyes wide. The smile grows wider. “Holy shit!”

Will’s stomach growls. He’s reminded how truly hungry he is, and without another word, the two of them dig in.

They end up ordering another platter. Will theorizes that, in total, they eat at least seven whole potatoes.

“How many fries do you think is in one potato?”

“A yukon?” says Will. “Like, twenty-five, at least. Wait, hold on, pass me your napkin, lemme do the math.”

“Gods, you are such a nerd.”

Will loses count of how many times they refill their sodas. Too many. Camp food is usually very healthy — as head medic, Will has to set an example, but it’s just Nico, here. Will eats himself into a minor food coma and relishes in it. When Nico asks if he wants to order one of the giant milkshakes, he doesn’t hesitate.

“Duh. Strawberry.”

“Gross, Solace. Vanilla or nothing.”

“Basic ass bitch.”

“At least I’m not vying for strawberry!”

By the time Nico gets up to go get their bill, the sun has long since set. Will realises he forgot to put his watch back on after his shower, and has no idea what time it actually is.

“Nine-thirty ish,” Nico says, opening the limo door for him. “We’ll be back at camp at ten.”

Will grimaces. “Fuck. Will Jules-Albert chill overnight? If we try to go back to our cabins, the curfew harpies are gonna eat us.”

“Scared, Solace?”

Nico’s eyes are bright and teasing. Will wonders how the hell other campers find him so frightening — the little twitches of his mouth are so obvious. Some people are just oblivious.

“Of course I’m scared, you dickhead. What am I gonna do, sing a hymn until they go away?”

Nico snorts. “You worry too much. They’re afraid of me, you know. They’ll steer clear.”

“You have a lot of confidence in how much you scare people, which is crazy for someone who’s five eight.”

“Oh, piss off.”

Will grins. “Never.”

The drive back to camp feels shorter than it is. The limo’s seats are stupid comfortable, and Nico is a warm presence beside him, and more than anything, Will is exhausted. Last time he slept was — Thursday? He’s pretty sure? He definitely slept on Wednesday, and he’s pretty sure Kayla locked him in the back office with a pillow on Thursday. But maybe that was this morning.

“Will, hey.” A cool, calloused hand brushes over his forehead, and he leans into it, humming. “Get up, you loser. We’re here.”

Will groans. “Five more minutes.”

The soft, gravelly chuckles are the most musical things he’s ever heard. “Up you get, Sunshine, or I’ll let the harpies eat you.”

That gets Will up fast. He shoves Nico away, who’s still snickering at him, grumbling as he crawls out of the limo.

“It’s like you want me to die of stress.”

“Nah.”

They wave goodbye to Jules-Albert, who disappears in a blink. Halfway up the hill, a hand closes around his. Will glances over to Nico in surprise, but he looks resolutely ahead.

“I can feel you freaking out.” He clears his throat. “I told you, Solace. I’ll protect you.”

“That’s not what you said,” Will grumbles, but it’s hard to get his attitude across when his cheeks ache from smiling.

Nico ends up being right — the harpies steer clear of them. He looks very smug about being right, smirking all the way up to the Apollo Cabin door. He walks him up the creaking steps, pausing at the door. He lets go of Will’s hand, which is kind of a bummer. Will had liked holding his hand — physical proof that Nico was becoming more comfortable with him.

“So,” Nico says, rocking back and forth on his heels.

“So,” Will parrots, grinning. He grins wider at Nico’s scowl, gently illuminated by the soft glow of the Apollo cabin. “I had fun tonight, Nico. I needed that.”

Nico’s whole face softens. “Yeah?”

“Yes.” Will smiles at him again. “Thank you.”

For a second, Nico’s slight smile melts into a more serious expression. Will finds himself lingering, searching Nico’s face. Waiting.

Quick as a dart, Nico leans up and presses a kiss to Will’s cheek.

“Oh,” Will breathes, eyes wide. His fingers come up and brush the spot Nico kissed, skin tingling.

Nico looks at him nervously. “Was that okay?”

It takes Will a solid few seconds to answer. Even then, it’s not any recognizable words — more of an embarrassing hnnnnngh wha.

Nico grins. “Goodnight, Sunshine.”

“Nico — wait.”

“Harpies, Sunshine.”

Will could swear he sees Nico’s shoulders shaking with laughter as he walks away. Which — huh! Pardon! Excuse.

“Nico! Was! Was this a date!”

“I’ll see you in the morning, Will.”

“Nico!”

Nico disappears down the bend without answering. Will manages to catch the curve of his smile before he goes.

He doesn’t sleep a wink.

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tired-biscuit · 1 year

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UGH THINKING ABOUT WEREWOLF!STEPBRO!KIBA PLUGGING YOU FULL TO THE KNOT, DROOL FROM HIM DROPPING ON YOUR CHEEKS IN DROPLETS BC HE'S THAT FERAL im so sorry

18+ fem!reader // cw: stepcest, monsterfucking, dubcon

it’s even better if he really tries to hold back but he just can’t help himself.

after your parents leave for their yearly vacation, you’re left all alone at home with only your older stepbrother to keep you company. and while that shouldn’t be a problem — you usually get along super well and are close by default either way — this particular week has caused a bit of a rough patch to appear in your otherwise tightly-knit relationship, from the way he’s been acting all sorts of weird during it.

after all, with each passing day, your dear ol’ brother keeps staring at you in a way that makes you think he’s low-key planning to eat you. sometimes, when he thinks you’re not paying attention and when you gather just enough courage to glance at him from the corner of your eye, you swear that his irises seem to turn yellow in colour instead of their usual, plain brown, and his pupils are nothing more but sharp slits. it’s an eerie sight, but sure enough; when you turn to look at him more clearly, trying to convince yourself that it’s just your brain playing silly tricks on you, he blinks — quickly.

and just like that, they’re right back to normal.

he, however, isn’t.

no, instead, he always seems to linger nearby in whichever room you’re in. you sit in the living room to watch tv, and he’s right there — lounging on the opposite end of the couch, pretending he likes the show you’re watching even though you know damn well that he can’t stand it in reality.

so half an hour passes, an hour, and the sun sinks below the horizon, and he’s still there. with his arm draped on the backrest of the sofa and his head tipped back, he watches the sex scene unfold on the screen with a completely bored expression — albeit with a tense jaw and his legs spread wide open — until you’re the one grabbing the remote; switching the channels to something a bit more decent because it makes you uncomfortable and somewhat hot and bothered at the same time.

and it doesn’t stop there. whenever you open the door to exit the bathroom right after you’re finished with your shower, he just so happens to be passing by at that exact moment; swiftly eyeing you up whilst you stand there in front of him, clearly embarrassed because your curves are hidden by nothing else but a mere towel which you’ve lousily wrapped around yourself just so that you could cross the hall, and water is still dripping from the ends of your hair, making your skin glisten. one time he’d even waited for you, with his back pressing against the opposite wall, and his arms crossed over his chest. he never explained as to why.

he also eats whenever you do. you sit down, plate and fork ready, and he’s already next to you; his leg touching your own under the table, arm sometimes draped across the back of your chair just like he tends to do on the couch. there’s two more empty chairs, now that your parents are on their vacation, but he still chooses to sit right beside you every single time.

it’s a habit, you think, soothe. it’s completely normal. after all, doesn’t everyone like to sit in their appointed seat?

so you try to relax as he cracks jokes and talks while you eat — you always make sure to cook enough food for the both of you — and yet he always finishes it before you and keeps wanting more, more, more. it’s never enough lately, he’s always rummaging through the fridge. especially when it comes to the meat. he’s always been a fan of it, you’re aware of that, but the way he practically breathes it in as of late is almost unsettling to watch.

“sorry, i’m just feeling so goddamn hungry all the time,” he tells you one evening as he’s licking his fingers clean. the face you pull at the sight is hard to hide. “dunno what’s up with that, hah.”

“maybe you’re getting sick?” you suggest, eyes glued to your plate. it certainly has been feeling like that, he’s been nothing like his usual self. “or maybe you’ve just got really bad table manners and they peeked through, now that dad and your mom are away, i don’t know.”

“hmm… maybe,” he hums, seemingly deep in thought whilst he absent-mindedly starts to suck on the leftovers of the chicken drumstick you’ve prepared. you can’t look at him for too long, it’s borderline bestial — the way he eats.

trying to appear busy, a shiver that runs through you when you hear a sudden crack resonate throughout the kitchen, breaks that effort in an instant. whipping your head to the side, you can’t stop yourself from jolting and immediately cringing away from your brother the moment your eyes land on him chewing on the actual bone.

he’s behaving like a feral animal.

“dude, c’mon!” you groan, frowning deeply. the disapproval is obvious. “stop that!”

“what,” he mumbles, ignoring the way you punch his shoulder as he still keeps on chewing. he pauses to look at you at the contact, brow furrowed. “the marrow is the best part… and you stop that, will ya?”

“no it isn’t, and that’s fucking gross, okay? you’re so disgust— hey!” the way he shoves you away from him when you try to punch him in the arm for a second time nearly knocks the wind out of your lungs. you stumble back into your chair from the sudden force he’s just bestowed upon you, fail to grab onto the edge of the table the last second, and fall right onto the floor with a loud thud.

since when did he get so strong? the swing of hand seemed almost effortless, and yet here you are; hurting.

bad brother.

the pain that now throbs in your right asscheek, hip and arm from the way you’ve so clumsily landed onto the wooden flooring is uncomfortable as hell. a small whine leaves your lips as you use your elbows to push yourself up, but before you can even take another breath; he’s on you, kneeling right between your legs, wrapping his hands just a mere inch underneath your ribs so that he can help you up to your feet.

he’s moving so fast and his fingers are still greasy from the food he’s devoured so far, but that’s not what bothers you the most right now.

no, what worries you more and more, is the way how hot his palms feel on your body even if your t-shirt stands in the way between his searing skin and yours. how big his hands seem to have gotten as they hold you still. how big he’s gotten.

come to think of it… has he always been this big?

“fuck, fuck, fuck…! ‘m so sorry, pipsqueak,” he mumbles, evident panic lacing each word. he’s studying every inch of your face almost frantically now as he keeps checking for signs of hurt. “i didn’t mean to, i swear i didn’t, i— you just— a-are you okay?”

his voice sounds deeper than it normally is even as he uncharacteristically stutters, more gritty and gruff to come from the throat. you’ve noticed that it’s been like that for the last couple of days, hence your suggestion of sickness earlier, but hearing it so upclose makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand to attention. truth be told, you’re not entirely sure if it’s a good thing or not.

leaning over you like this, topping you, he even smells different. his scent is still pretty much the same as the one you’re used to, at least the base of it is, but it’s also way more intense, sharper. it almost stings your nose and gives you a headache as you keep inhaling it; it overrides everything you know. it’s pleasant but deadly. confusing. it stirs something within you that you’re not proud of.

and that makes you feel nervous. threatened.

but despite feeling a little bit scared and puzzled by him, anger still manages to turn you foolishly brave as you try and push him away with the most venomous glare you’re able to muster in that exact moment.

“get off of me, you prick,” you screech, kicking your legs against the floor as you try to squirm away. he’s got you locked underneath him; the weight is making you awfully uneasy because it pins you down, trapping you in ways you’ve shamefully caught yourself fantasizing about at night. “what the fuck is wrong with you?!”

are you aiming that question at him or yourself?

nevertheless, your words still manage to cut just as deep. he looks hurt, almost lost as he takes a deep, shaky breath and mutters, “look, i didn’t—”

but you’re not listening to him. he’s touching you almost inappropriately now, fingers reaching under the fat of your breasts, thumbs stroking midst all the chaos, and you’re still fighting against him, still babbling, “get off, get off, get off—”

“c’mon, just lemme expl—”

“GET. OFF.” the heel of your palm slams against his jaw and for a fraction of a second, you swear that you can see a long canine gleaming in the kitchen light as his upper lip curls back and he snarls down at you, snapping.

he pins your wrists to the floor in a single movement that’s much too fast for you to comprehend, slams them down hard. his expression twists into something unrecognizable, it’s insane, feral. all of his teeth are on display now as he bares them. the sharp gleam makes your heart stutter whilst he stares at you, his face so close to your own that you can feel the warmth of his exhale on your lips and the tip of his nose is just merely grazing yours.

the growl that sounds out makes your skin pull taut over your bones. it’s deep, savage, but also clearly agitated and provoked. it nestles deep inside of your gut, invoking your fight or flight response even though instead of doing either one of those, you simply end up freezing like the pathetic prey you are. cold sweat washes over you when he looks you directly in the eye, every pore working overtime, turning your scent bitter, but before a single solution can even begin to form in your now fear-induced brain, he takes one deep breath and — luckily — pulls away from you just like you’ve demanded of him.

there’s dead silence hanging in the air as you try to remain rational and find logical reasoning as to what just happened. the tension is so palpable that you can almost taste it. he doesn’t say anything as you push up to your feet and scramble up the stairs to run to your room and lock the door even if it makes you feel like you’re acting crazy; no, he doesn’t even look at you.

what he does instead, is come knocking on your door that same night.

“hey,” he tries softly, knocking one, two, three times. “would you… maybe wanna open the door so that we can talk…? i wanna apologize; maybe explain things a bit.”

you don’t respond as you lay in your bed, slipping further under the covers at the sound of his still awfully gruff voice, despite the seemingly sweet intention. the thick duvet causes you to sweat even if you’re dressed in nothing else but the t-shirt that you stole from him a while back and a pair of simple cotton panties, but the heat itself is not nearly intense enough to chase you out of the covers’ safety.

unbeknownst to you, he can smell the salt that sits on your skin right through the door.

“c’mon, i know you’re still awake, pipsqueak,” he says slightly more urgently, now. his line of patience is thin at a time like this. “mom fucked up the dates ‘cause your dad confused her, and me being the idiot that i am; i wasn’t paying attention to the cycle… anyway, you’re stuck with me whether you want it or not, so stop pretending like you can’t hear me.”

you have no clue what on earth he’s trying to tell you with the jumble of information he’s just tossed your way, but it’s like he knows you can’t sleep after the events that have taken place downstairs.

he does know. he can hear your heartbeat and every single one of your breaths.

“open up,” he says, banging his fist against the wood quite harshly this time around. he’s transforming on the other side of the door, inhaling your sweet scent, imagining how tight you’ll feel when he finally gets you to sink onto his cock, force or not. he’s always had the hots for his little stepsister, and the rut — that just so happens to appear at the worst of times as well — really tends to mess with his brain and turn those fantasies all sorts of twisted, bringing them closer to reality.

it’s no wonder why you were taken away from him under the pretense of trips and short getaways whenever the transformation and heat kicked in at the same time, and he started getting aggressive. why his mother made sure to have you separated during that time.

but you’re here now because tsume made a mistake when it came to calculating the really important days, and as a result of her error, there’s nothing left between you and him besides this one measly door, now. by the time she’d left with your father, and thus left you alone with her son, the heat had already sizzled every single shred of morality in his already questionable conscience.

to be fair, he’s lasted much longer than he thought he would, pretending and acting, but he’s done with that and he wants you, now; his little sister. he needs you so bad. it’s why he’s been following you around for all this time. why he’s been watching you, preying after you. you’re always there, close by, ready to use. you’re so cute, looking up to him, loving him, feeling so special whenever he gets protective over you. goddammit, you even smell like him; wearing his clothes so often that it all blends together.

you’re his. you belong to him; you’ll become his mate one way or another. he’ll make sure of it.

standing in the dark hallway, looking and feeling much taller and stronger than what could ever be considered humanly possible, kiba can already hear the little squeal you’ll let out the moment he tears the door off its hinges if you keep on refusing him. can hear the little moans and whimpers you’ll voice when he gets you naked and stuffs you full. can hear the sob you’ll try to repress when the knot comes into play.

his skin is so hot; it makes his blood feel like it’s boiling and his teeth are getting uncomfortably big for his mouth. all he can think about is biting you all over until you’re marked and using all of your holes to fuck the pressure out. he will not carry it anymore, lest he die on the spot.

no, instead he’s going to stretch your cute little cunt and bend you in all the ways he can think of. until you’re creaming, leaving multiple rings of milky arousal at the base of him and you’re prepped for him to mount you as you throb, and throb, and throb with orgasm after orgasm. until he’s pounding into you like the dirty dog — wolf — he is, hitting that sweetspot, drool dripping from both of your mouths because you’re so fucked out, and he’s finally gotten the chance to fuck in.

it’ll drip right onto your cheek — the saliva. and right after that, he’ll spit a fat glob of it right onto your pretty pussy, just so that he can feel your hole flutter around him in response. the thought alone is already making him excited. he’s so sick in the head because of the heat. he’ll fuck you until sunrise.

and speaking of sick; the last chance he gives you before he gets ready to hunt you down like the predator he is, is by saying,

“let me in.”

#kiba smut #naruto smut #biscuit drabbles #cw stepcest #cw monsterfucking #cw dubcon #btw no need to apologize cos i rly enjoyed writing this <3 #kiba x reader #kiba

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WOLF AT YOUR DOOR II

◤✘WANDA MAXIMOFF COLUMN | Wanda Maximoff x Werewolf! GN/Female/Male Reader ISSUE NO.#2

NOTES: ↳ So this took a fucking while because I was very sick and then by the time I could write I had lost the ideas I had and the inspiration to write it. Anyway this is considered as part 2 to Wolf At Your Door but can be read as standalone I suppose. Also there is no smut for this one because I just couldn't see it being in this part. WARNINGS! ↳ fluff — slightly possessive reader — Wanda and reader being a grump x sunshine couple — profanity — mention of protective reader — all about them pups really — small mention of Wanda's backstory — there's SITCOMS HERE — reader acknowledges the cheese of romcoms — marking — confessions and feels — I think that's it? SUMMARY: ↳ Never did you ever imagine that pups would become your future. No less, to Wanda Maximoff. Despite your odds and differences to begin with, perhaps you're willing to give this thing a shot.

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“No.”

It’s as simple as that as you push the trolley forward. Wanda pouts and as an act of defiance, she throws the colourful, tiny suit into the metal basket on wheels. You aren’t quick enough to repress the almost disgusted sigh.

“What’s wrong with it?” she asks behind a scowl as you both continue your voyage down the aisle. “Yellow hurts me. Deeply.”

Was that a lie? Maybe. But did you instantly regret your answer when you see the flicker of disappointment in Wanda’s eyes? There’s no doubt about it. She reaches back into the trolley for the tiny suit, amongst the array of others you both had already picked out, most likely to place it back on the rack when you stop her.

“Leave it.” She looks shocked when you prevent her from fishing it out of the selection. You only roll your eyes, the faintest of smirks on your lips. “I’ll just have to be blindfolded when I hold them.”

Wanda smiles a toothy smile - that perfect smile - in regards to your humour. You’d never been one at the party to crack jokes but sure as hell would win a joke match against Rhodey. Him and his fucking tank story.

But Wanda is entertained deeply by the mental picture of you with a literal blindfold over your eyes as you cradle little wolf jr. A picture perfect snapshot already archived in the album in her mind.

Already midway through the second trimester. Time is flying by so quickly. You both still hadn’t sorted out the crib yet and by that, you hadn’t. But all the cribs you and Wanda saw were made for one baby; two at best if you were really set on them sharing.

But human cribs never accounted for four pups and you weren’t very impressed by the idea of building four separate cribs. Uh uh, that made your wolf brain go crazy. Your pups separated from each other? How would they bond with each other?

That was how you and Wanda got on the topic of a ‘den’ and nesting. Surprisingly she was on board with the idea from the start when you first told her your concerns about the pups being kept away from each other, that their bonding time would be hindered greatly if you both went about it the human way.

She’d agreed wholeheartedly. Not a huge case it took to convince her.

Wanda and yourself roll into the next aisle and the first few racks were rows upon rows of socks and shoes meant to be fitted to tiny feet.

Wanda laughs at the expression on your face and you give her a puzzling furrow, head tilting to the side like a confused dog.

“What?”

“You,” she giggles, “didn’t expect our little rendezvous night to take so well, did you?” You merely shrug with a small noise, quick to cover it up you clear your throat loudly.

“You brought it out of me. You should have known never to do that to a werewolf.”

Wanda smirks with a slight nod of her head. She’s double sure she doesn’t regret a single thing. There’s nothing she would trade for this feeling of her hand running over the large bump of her stomach that ferociously kicks with your pups. Four, healthy pups.

There were still remnants of the aftershock back at the compound. The reveal that you and Wanda had slept together was talk of the compound for weeks before Wanda grew sick and with that, the test coming back positive. When you were able, Banner executed some further tests and you almost fainted right there on the spot when he congratulated on the four additions.

And not to mention the overstimulation on your part. Not only was Wanda a walking ball of ever changing hormones but you were in overdrive as well. Anytime someone made Wanda upset in the slightest you were on them in a matter of seconds. Fury had to call an emergency meeting in regards to keeping yourself in line throughout Wanda’s pregnancy. Not that it helped, you only grew to become fiercely protective over Wanda and your unborn pups.

But for Wanda it was all she could want. Not to lie to yourself - your counsellor advised that lying to yourself is a bad habit - but you were happy as well. This was a secret dream come true. Wanda’s interest is piqued when she spots a set of black footed pyjamas with crescent moons on the pads of the feet and little pawprints scattered across the body.

“Y/N, look!” she gapes as she holds the suit up for you to look at. Out of some maternal habit, she holds it against her bump and in that moment, it all hits you like a freight train.

You were going to become a parent. A wolf parent. You wouldn’t be so alone anymore now with Wanda carrying your lineage within her womb. And she’s excited for it. Has been since the very beginning. To have such an opportunity before you now, you realise just how alone you were before. How fine you’d been being so alone before.

But if you had a chance to go back in time, to stop yourself from entering Wanda’s dormitory that night, you realise now that you wouldn’t.

Your lips part but no words come to mind. You’re drawn at a blank. All you can do is marvel at the inevitable coming of your pups. “I think we should get them, the pups will look so cute.” She grabs three more and places them in the trolley.

‘Fucking hell…’

Wanda looks up from the haul and tilts her head curiously at the look you give her. Eyes wide, unblinking and just simply admiring her. Right there in that aisle of baby supplies. Not exactly one of those times in movies where the misunderstood, hardened love interest finally sees the sunshine protagonist in the highlight of their epiphany and has a complete one-eighty on their entire reality; but fuck, it was close enough.

Seeing Wanda swollen large with your pups. It’s something that cannot - will not - be robbed from you. “You okay?” she asks softly and you nod slowly.

“Yeah. Really good, actually.”

Ugh, those sitcoms and romcoms she’s made you watch are starting to rub off on you. You sound so fucking cheesy. She smiles wider this time and using a hand to flip some loose hair behind her shoulder, she beckons you to follow her.

Maybe yellow isn’t such a bad colour. You can make it work.

Dinner time is rolling around and you check the time, just ten minutes past six. Wanda happily prepares dinner for both of you and your invited guests, her eyes occasionally lifting to watch the sitcom she’s adamant on watching.

At first, you didn’t get the fascination with a cast of characters just doing mundane things in one space only to have the laugh track and fade effect transition into the next location.

However, Wanda was quite open with you about her life before Hydra took her and her brother. That she adored sitcoms from a young age, and one of the last memories she has is sitting down next to Peitro in front of the TV to watch an episode of the Dick Van Dyke show, her parents cuddled together on the couch.

It was a raw scene to bear witness to. Her eyes flooded with tears. The only thing you could do in that moment was pull her to you in a tight embrace. The rest is history. One of your personal favourites was Bewitched, but you refuse to admit that to anyone.

“How’s the project coming along?” Wanda asks as she stirs the contents in the pot around, giving it a little taste test. “It’s good,” you answer with a focused grunt, expertly working one of the last screws into place.

“You’re following the instructions, right?” You don’t need to look at her to know her attention is elsewhere, she’s not even looking over at you. You roll your eyes, gaze momentarily glaring down at the booklet.

You grumble to yourself under your breath. “Don’t need the instructions, werewolves don’t need fucking instructions.”

Wanda can’t suppress the grin on her lips at your huffing and wolfish grumbling. The pups were in for a treat with you, she can tell already.

“Do human babies actually like these… knick knacks?” you ask rather unsurely. You stand the changing station up and brush your hand along the mobile. The colourful, plastic bits clink and sway.

“Yeah!” she answers with enthusiasm. You only raise your brows more with worry. You weren’t set on having those little things dangle in front of your pups, just begging to be grabbed and chewed to bits. But that was a worried conversation for another time, a knock on the door alerts you both of your arrived company.

You call out for them to enter as you busy yourself with putting aside the table. Natasha all but swaggers on inside, a box in her hands as her eyes glance between you and Wanda.

“Good evening, how did the shopping go?”

Wanda giggles at your reaction before she uses her stirring spoon to point at the haul you both had garnered today on your big voyage to the great danger beyond: the public. Sam, Steve and Clint walk in after Natasha, each wearing a smile of their own.

“You ready to have a crack at parenthood, Wolf?” Clint jokes and you shrug. “As ready as I could ever be.”

Wanda begins serving up dinner when her eyes squint, accusation on the tip of her tongue. “We’re missing one,” she drawls and Steve chuckles lightly under the scrutiny of the witch’s gaze.

“Bucky had to cancel last minute, small mission briefing.” Steve’s explanation is supposedly good enough for your little witch to accept but you see the judgement in her eyes. You chuckled, the wolf in your eyes spelling mischief as you look at Wanda from across the way.

“So lucky. If only I had a mission briefing too.”

Wanda flicks her fingers at you, the tips of her fingers glowing with her scarlet magic when a knife flies your way. You catch it with a surprised guffaw. “Sweetheart, I thought we would save the knife play for later.”

Wanda looks at you with a narrowed gaze but her smirk speaks volumes to you. She’s silently challenging you and all you do is raise your brows, your tongue in your cheek.

Sam is clearing his third plate of the masterpiece dish he insists is of five star quality. You hum teasingly under your breath, “I dunno, I think she tried to poison mine.”

The others share in the banter with small laughs and their own opinions of their dish, all of which praise Wanda’s skills around the kitchen.

But what was all your teasing but a mere altered projection of your deep, underlying affection for Wanda? As you talk and catch up with your friends at the dinner table, your hand seeks out Wanda’s under the table. When you find hers, your fingers intertwined together. A simple and small action but for you, it held more affection than many things that could overly express one’s love.

You weren’t the type to show up at the door with a giant bundle of roses and balloons, with music blasting the greatest love song hits of the century. You always prefer to keep it small. Private. Intimate.

So after another hour or so, your friends call their leave. “And remember, Tony’s hosting that huge baby shower for you guys next week,” Natasha reminds over her shoulder. A shudder attacks your spine and you inwardly growl. Tony would of course play out the entire thing as an act of being the ‘fun and cool uncle’ but really, it was another dig for getting the car done up good on your mission.

“He knows I hate his parties,” you mumble to her once you’re both alone. She’s in the kitchen finishing up the washing when you walk up behind her. It’d been a big day for you both. It feels good for it to just be the two of you know.

Your arms circle around her waist and pull her in close, her back flush against your front you take the opportunity to bury your nose into her neck. She giggles loudly, cringing as she tries to wriggle away from you.

“What’s wrong?” you coo with a playful nip to the shell of her ear. “I’m ticklish there!” she squeals but you continue to feign knowledge.

“Oh? Are you now?”

“Yes!”

You laugh, cool, rich and deep. A husky drawl while you continue to nuzzle into her neck, inhaling her calming scent. Your hands balance on the rise of her swollen stomach, the kicks strong and prominent against the light pressure of your hands.

“They know it’s you,” she cannot help but say with a smile. Something about your pups being able to recognise your touch makes her heart flutter and it makes something in you inflate. Pride.

Your pups knew you by touch already. You just knew they were excited by the mere presence of your hands - of you - being so near. You smile. “Because they know I’ll protect them. Protect you.”

“You know… you never did mark me.”

You freeze for a moment, hesitant on how to answer her. What could you say to that? But Wanda turns around to face you and draws you into a deep, passionate kiss. Her lips capture yours and her tongue teases the line of your mouth.

“I don’t care what reservations you have about this relationship, or that you plan on sleeping with other people. But please, I just want to feel some semblance of love, that I belong to you.”

You frown at this and immediately, your hands find the edges of her jaw to lift your tearful eyes to yours. “Wanda,” you sigh in disbelief, “take a look inside. What do you see?”

She gives you a look of scepticism and you huff deeply through your nose, a wolf behaviour to further urge her to comply. She does so, closing her eyes and taking a moment to read your thoughts. This is the first time you’ve given her permission to take a look inside your mind.

“You see anyone else?” She shakes her head in response. “That’s because there is nobody else. There’s only you.”

You sink to your knees so you’re at eye level with the baby bump. Wanda watches you, eyes wide and jaw slack. Whatever antics you were getting up to, she’s at a loss. When has she ever seen you become a mushy mess for anything? When Wanda looked at you, she never put affection as part of your resume. You and the factor of affection or anything to do with a loving relationship were just two opposite ends of the spectrum.

She didn’t believe you were ever capable of such adoration and devotion. “There’s never been anyone else. It’s always just been me. That’s how it used to be before… this.” Your nose pushes against her bump and you feel the pups kick again.

You grin this time before your eyes lift up to see Wanda, her button lip jutted out in a pout. Her bright eyes coated with hot tears.

“Little witch, I’m not… I’m still very new to all this. But I’m telling you now that I want to have a go.” You pause and swallow thickly. “I don’t want it to just be me anymore. I want it to be us.”

“Then make it an us. That’s all I want.”

You hear the plea in her whisper and you rise up to your full height, staring down at her. Your hands cradle her face in your hold, you simply take the moment to admire in her eyes what you once mistook for lust; that you now see as love.

“It’ll hurt for a second,” you inform her as you slowly tilt her head so her neck is bared for you. “But I promise it’ll be for just a second.”

She nods and you take that as your go ahead. This is where the lone road ends for you. No more being alone.

She closes her eyes with the growing anticipation and you bare your prolonged fangs, inching them closer to the sensitive skin of her neck, hovering over the spot you’d nuzzled just prior. Right where she was ticklish.

With a final, deep breath you close the distance and plunge your canines and her body locks up, a yelp on her lips you tug her in closer to you. Your body is a silent assurance that she’s alright. That she and your pups will be alright.

She feels it in her core, a whirlwind that sweeps her like a heavy storm. Like wind blowing in her face and drawing the air from her lungs. Right beneath the surface of her skin tingles and becomes ignited with that binding fire. When you pull away with a breathless exhale, your dazed eyes glowing, it takes you a moment of swaying to become stable again.

“Fuck,” you both groan softly, noses brushing together as your lips dance over one another, their connection ghostly but the radiance of your new connection a fiery and passionate spark to the touch.

Wanda smiles and her flushed cheeks indicate her flustered embarrassment. You chuckle deeply and lift her chin up with your fingers so she meets your hungry, wolfish gaze.

“You’re mine now.” Her hand finds purchase on her stomach, and yours falls over the top of hers. “And they are our pups.”

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insanityofbones · 1 year

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𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬, 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡.

† 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 : Werewolf!Giyuu X Fem!Sub!Reader

† 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 : Knotting, predator and prey, marking, monsterfucking, nipple play, breeding kink, a few puns i think, drooling and growling alot with a slight spit kink, reader is referred to as a mate

† 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 : Around 1k

† 𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 : Mostly for Desi, she deserves it. Enjoy 🥀

The sounds of his huffing from behind you caused fear to install itself upon you. Your legs hurt from the running, sweat dripping from your poor hair that sometimes caught spiderwebs. Within a second he was over you.

You were simply a citizen who accidentally fell in love with a Hashira, and who he, felt the same for you. Yet he held a secret, the fact he was a horrible monster lurking in the dark. Worried you would change your opinion on him, only to miscalculate when the full moon would be out on your date. Transforming right as you began to kiss, and you running away in a scream.

Now you were on your back, the smell of dirt invading your senses. Vibrant yellow eyes set onto your face, claws gripping the dirt at the sides of your head. His most primal urge was to eat you. Despite the fact he was also incredibly aroused. He should have fell in love with another fucking Werewolf but he fell for you and only you. A human. "Y/N...." He growled his words, drool seeping from between his now sharp canines, unable to control the insatiable hunger. Only to kiss you with a loud gasp.

His hands were rapidly trying to unclasp his belt, tonight you both were going to have sex anyways. It would be your first time sleeping with him, but you were never experienced with a monster. You only slept with your other partner once—

A moan was ripped from your lungs while your back arched. His swollen tip right at your entrance, starting to push in. A loud huff from you along with pants and a whine.

"Stay still..." He growled again, finally pushing further and stretching you out. It was like fire, turned into sparks of electricity down your spine as he somewhat eased into you. Drool covered your face, your red tongue lacing over it, sweet like honey. Something you definitely wouldn't forget anytime soon. "G-Giyu-" His first few thrusts were to get a rhythm, his hips meeting yours. He hadn't even prepped you properly but he just needed to be inside of you, he needed to mate you. His cock delved deep into your cunt, feeling the way you clenched with each whine. His muscles constricted as he thrusted into you, your entire body jolting with the pure force. It was something extraordinary, the way his eyes were locked onto your bouncing chest, it only seemed to make you wetter. Plus his nice girth filled you to the brim already, not to a horribly painful extent. Just enough to make you want more.

Your hands shot up to hook around his neck, your own eyes half lidded and mind going foggy. Moaning his name into the woods for all to hear, not giving a shit for whatever might even be out there.

Giyuu held himself with one arm up, using his other hand to rip off your yukata. Your breasts revealed for his beautiful moonlike eyes to see. More of his sweet sweet drool dropping onto them, only for his head to delve and suck the soft flesh. Ecstacy written in your face as he lapped at it like some sort of dog. His speed didn't decrease, and neither did his ferocity, humping into you like he was in some sort of fuck craze. Exactly like a horny animal.

Tomioka let go of your nipple with a soft pop, the bud now hard and darker due to the exaggerated blood flow of his sucking.

Now desperately bucking into you. The need to breed and make a litter, set in his veins. "G-gonna c-um..." Your eyes widened, was he really going to cum in you? This early in the relationship? God it felt good, you didn't even want him to stop— to hell, you'd fucking bear his kids.

His growls turned into small whines as you and him came at the same time, stars lining your vision while you bucked your hips for more exposure. Only to feel the warm seed spill into you, painting every inch of your insides with his children.

Suddenly you felt even more full, him not pulling out yet. Your eyes gazed down to where you both met, him eagerly shallowing bucking into you. His face all red, him realizing he was now knotted. His dick twitching with the anticipation of seeing you with his pups. Part of you wanted him to move, but everytime he moved his hips back the knot kept him inside, just stretching you and making you moan. It was heaven.

When Giyuu had finally stopped greedily thrusting into you, even if it was short ones, he collapsed onto your chest. Sweat lined the both of you. Your eyes darted to the moon up above, looking at the sky.

Why did you run from him?

You loved him.

He was your mate.

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bettyfrommars · 1 year

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Wolf Moon

hybrid!steve x fem!reader

Here's the thing: I had a request for vampire Eddie to be with reader while on her period. I wrote the vampire!eddie version (yet to be posted) but I also got inspired to bring back hybrid!steve from the fic Don't Say You Need Me, and then this smut happened. There is backstory to why Steve is the way he is, (half vampire, half werewolf), but this can very easily be enjoyed as a standalone. wc: 1.7k

18+ONLY, smut, monster fucking, oral while reader is on her period, period sex, drinking blood, unprotected sex, good boy, size kink, creampie, a bit of consensual somnophilia. As a vampire, Steve is a chatty Cathy, but in beast mode, he does not speak.

Title inspired by the Type O Negative song Wolf Moon about a man who turns into a werewolf during the full moon and has sex with a woman while on her period.

On the 28th day, you knew he would return, aroused by the scent from your monthly cycle. You were naked and open, ready as an offering to him.

Steve had been coming to you in his hybrid form for months now, and you’d made it clear that he could start without you, even if you were asleep when he arrived. You were drowsy when you heard heavy footfalls drop down from the open window in the living room, and so it didn’t register at first, but then you could feel the shadow of the beastly presence next to your bed, watching you, working his cock in his fist.

The red moon through the open window let you get a glimpse of his thick head of honey brown hair, matching the color of the rest of the fur on his naked body as he rose from his crouched position, massive, clawed hands flexing at his sides.

For a second, you thought you were dreaming, but you felt your legs being spread, and then you were getting pulled to the edge of the bed by your ankles. He always tried to be soft for you though, even at the height of his hunger. He sniffed the air, let out a low snarl, and then his face was between your legs, smelling and flicking out licks to gather the blood leaking from your slit. The satisfaction made him shiver; the hair that grew from his face dragging soft on your inner thighs.

“Good boy,” you breathed, finding the awakening strength to reach down and run your fingers through his hair. You settled your palm there, listening to the way he lapped you up, and each long pull of his tongue built on your arousal.

On appearance alone, when Steve was in his hybrid form, he looked like a wolfman of lore—a bipedal werewolf. But, your sweet boy was still a vampire with vampire needs, and he had to feed on a regular basis. There were blood substitutes on the market that gave him some nourishment, but you knew how much he craved your blood, in particular, and you wanted to give it to him.

The tip of his abnormally long, pointed tongue lapped through your folds. When he’d first fed on you this way, it was for nourishment alone; one cold night after he’d been feral and without shelter for days. You’d taken him in your arms that night, ready to let him bite into your flesh, but instead, he’d followed the smell of your menstruation and sank down between your legs. You'd held his head there and shuddered as you came, letting him ingest every drop.

Currently, in your bedroom, his tongue found your hole, pulsing deep inside, feeding on your crimson gift. He lifted his head to find your gaze, and in the shadows of the dimly lit room, you could see the dark wetness glistening on his mouth and staining his facial hair. Staring at you with piercing yellow irises, the point of his heavy tongue dropped to your cunt, making a few circles there, wanting to see your reaction.

You sucked your bottom lip into your teeth and bucked your hips up. “Are you full, baby?” You whimpered. “I need to cum in your mouth.”

He lifted your hips up with his superhuman strength and started to drag his tongue a few times from the tight little hole at the back, between your cheeks, all the way back to your clit, swallowing hard with each pass; drinking your uterine blood. You’d found out that period blood was a delicacy to vampires and none of yours ever went to waste now that you had Steve.

His greedy sucking started at your bundle of nerves again, and then the white hot heat spread though you as you came undone, bucking against his face, thrashing your head on the pillow. “Fuck, Stevie, I’m cumming.” His tongue entered you again and your hole spasmed around it, needing more.

When he rose up, you caught the product of his feast dripping from his fur and fangs like he’d just enjoyed the fruits of a kill. You stared up at him, reached down to pump two fingers inside of yourself, and then you lifted up, offering them to him. Your soaked fingers disappeared inside his mouth to the base, catching the edge of one of his fangs as he nursed on them. His low growling became a soft, aching whimper through his nose as he swallowed.

You could feel his thick, hard, monster cock rubbing on you now, picking up your slick before the tip found your hole and your mouth went slack at the stretch. “Yes please baby please,” you writhed, rocking at the edge of the bed, begging him to fill you. He hesitated with a grunt, and you could tell when the human part of him was trying to control his demons, not wanting to hurt you. You met his eyes, “fuck me, Stevie, split me open.”

With a bit of a roar, he pushed more of it in, making your hole clench as it stretched out. He put one hairy, muscular knee on the bed, held both of your legs up by the thighs, and began to thrust, mercilessly pounding it in, but you urged him on. Pretty soon, you were slapping against his body fur, breasts bouncing as he impaled you deep with his length. “You stretch me out so good, baby, holy fuck, you’re gonna make me cum again.” It wouldn’t be the first time another orgasm followed close to the first with Steve; no human cock had ever found that special spot deep inside of you before.

Your fingers found your clit, swiping fast, arching back with pleasure at the wet sounds your sex was making and the pierce of his claws in your flesh.

You wanted to wait for him, but before you knew it, you were exploding around cock, whining as your fingers worked through the high. Steve was close behind, hips stuttering, locking you against him with strong, calloused hands while he filled you up with his seed, grunting as he emptied himself.

Regular vampire Steve would stretch out on the bed and snuggle you at that point. He’d clean you up and make out with you until you were both ready to go again, or take a nap, but then he’d have to be back at his place before dawn.

In hybrid form, Steve was a feral beast, driven solely by carnal desires. Once his cock slipped from you, allowing your hole to drip cum and menstrual blood, you knew that he would leave. He’d fed and he’d claimed you, and then it was time for him to belong to the night again.

He always found his way back to you because he loved you, but those were words yet unspoken.

Some things are just understood.

#vampire!steve #werewolf!steve #hybrid!steve #steve smut #steve harrington smut #monsterfucking #monsterfucker #monsterfuqqing #steve harrington fic #don't say you need me #Spotify #smut #steve harrington oneshot #wolf moon

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scoobydoodean · 9 months

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One thing that bugs me about after school special is that the dude they casted for "teen" Dean is literally a decade older than young Sam. He was closer in age to Jensen than to Colin. Normally I wouldn’t gaf (none of the younger Dean actors ever hit the mark for me so it is what it is), but combined with the episode’s complete lack of empathy for his situation as a parentified child, it feels more insidious. It frames him as way older than he really is, and in a way normalizes his parentification. If they had casted an actual 16 year old, their dynamic would look a lot more honest to what it truly was.

You know I'm don't think I've even fully worked out my frustrations about After School Special yet. I had to stop thinking about it last night because it was 3AM and I had to go to bed (also for more context, see posts I reblogged from Leyla last night jshdbfjhsbdfh).

This episode is just so... messy. It tries to say too many things, it says some absolutely stupid things and some okay things, and in other places, the narrative isn't clear (or maybe Dabb and Loflin are at war with one another on the subject of Dean—who knows). I find some of my frustrations and why I have those frustrations... difficult to explain in words.

That is a good point about the casting of Brock. Mind you—I have nothing against the actor here. I actually have always thought Brock did a great job copying Dean's mannerisms and way of speaking (I assume Jensen worked with him during the episode) and I think he does his best with what he's given and the role he's expected to play. The writing itself isn't his fault, of course.

From a height perspective, they wanted to intentionally contrast Dean with Sam all episode, who's being mocked by Dirk (who's paralleled with Dean and is literally our only window into sympathy toward parentified children which... isn't much at all) for being shorter than him, and I think that's part of why they chose someone much older and taller than Collin Ford.

I also don't think we're necessarily meant to dismiss the knowledge that Sam is much taller than Dean as an adult, but the thing is, if they wanted me to buy into the idea that everyone in After School Special is a bully (except maybe Barry), they did a terrible job. Sam hardly comes off as a bully—all he does is defend himself from someone who used their pain as an excuse to make his and other people's lives miserable (we get better evidence of bully!sam in their previous episode—"Yellow Fever"—actually). Is that what Dabb and/or Loflin think of Dean? That he's made Sam miserable? How? By *looks at notes* not obeying his every whim and following him around like an obedient dog, or perhaps by being dead? Hm. Except Dean doesn't even make Sam miserable in this episode (unless making jokes Sam doesn't find funny counts). Sam even picked the case they're on—Dean doesn't actually really want to go to their old school. Young Dean is reiterating that he'll look out for young Sam the entire episode.

I do think people are right when they say Dean's height (and much older appearance) are meant to reflect how Sam perceived him (After School Special is nearly fully from Sam's POV—Dean is more of a plot device than anything). Young Dean is immediately popular in school. He's handsome and makes the other kids his age laugh from the moment he enters the classroom. He immediately catches the eye of popular girls, and Barry and Sam have an exchange about it.

BARRY That's your brother with Amanda Heckerling? He's cool. YOUNG SAM Yeah. He thinks so.

Sam's paper about their werewolf hunt is, by the teacher's recounting, one where Dean shines the brightest—not Sam. He's the first thing that catches Wyatt's attention. What catches his attention second is John dragging them everywhere. Sam doesn't really factor in at all.

MR. WYATT I'm not flunking you. I'm giving you an "A." Now, aside from the werewolf, is that really how you'd describe your family? YOUNG SAM Yeah. MR. WYATT Well, your brother is quite a character. And your father -- he seems, uh, driven.

This also isn't a bad nugget about Sam, in an episode that comes right after 4.12 which is also to an extent about the desire for fame and attention and the old school versus the new school (where Sam represents the hot, new, popular magic that embraces demonic forces and is pushing out the old ways of doing things). I said 4.13 is also about envy—many of the murders are driven by projections on others. Dirk perceived Sam and Dean as "Jocks... you popular kids... you always thought you were better than everybody else." When that wasn't them at all. I've said that Sam is jealous of Dean (his bravery in combat despite zero powers, in previous seasons—his intelligence and way with people, his title as "the righteous man" while Sam is "the boy with the demon blood"). Dirk was projecting his resentments onto people they didn't apply to as a function of resentment and jealousy from the superiority he himself ultimately perceived them to possess, and that's much more reminiscent of Sam this season (we're about to see him project his insecurities on Dean and become the Big Bad Bully in the next episode—4.14):

OK, fine. You know why I didn't tell you about Ruby, and how we're hunting down Lilith? Because you're too weak to go after her, Dean. You're holding me back. I'm a better hunter than you are. Stronger, smarter. I can take out demons you're too scared to go near. [...] You're too busy sitting around feeling sorry for yourself. Whining about all the souls you tortured in hell. Boo hoo.

For Sam, After School Special isn't a terrible episode. It's just that it almost fully treats Dean as a cartoonish plot device and the neckbeard-type loathing for him almost seeps off the page even with all the nods to performing Dean you could ever want. In After School Special, Dean seems more unlike himself than any episode ever in the history of Supernatural up to this point. I do actually kind of think Dabb took one look at Dean when he came in in season 4 and decided he's a bully because he's popular based on nothing—however much he pretends he's only saying something else... and honestly I don't think he ever really got over it.

#mail #4.13 #dabb #loflin #4.12 #season 4 #pk rewatches spn number ?#sams follower/leader false dichotomy #sams motivations #projecting displaced aggression and scapegoating in spn #sams envy #dabb disk horse #writer disk horse #i wanted so badly to believe i could be saved

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hirik0 · 4 months

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Lost in the Labyrinth

Minotaur Price/ Human Graves

Long one shot

NSFW: Monsterfucking, size diffrent, lots of stamina, dracyphilia, overstimulation, multiple orgasm, after care

Minos Labyrinth is a popular club, where creaturs and humans can meet each other to hook up. Phillip Graves just turned 22, left the small town in Texas hes from and never partied the way you do in the city. Hes wearing nothing special, a jeans that shows of his ass and a dark blue button down. He bounces his feet in exitment waiting to get in, the line is already longer then he thought for how early it is. The night is still young and he only planns to stay for 3 hours, getting a feeling for the place and if this is his something he wants to do more often. Remembering the facts of the club, humans have to choose a bracelett to signal if they are open to flirt with creatures, hes still depating if he wants a red or a yellow one. With a red one he ccould just enjoy the stay, dance a bit and have fun, the yellow one would also give him a feeling of how agrressiv the creaturs flirt with humans. Hes getting closer to the door and he has to make a choice soon and a small nervous knot is filling his insides. He never was at a party where humans and creature mix coming from a small all human town. The bouncer looks human, but he is pretty sure both of them are shifters not that it really matters he will not bang anyone working here. He shows them his ID, and the bigger shifter is looking at him and the picture.

"Bracelet color?", he grunts.

"Yellow", Graves answer holding out his right arm. Theres no going back now, peopele will flirt with him. If he dont like to night he will give it one ore two more tries bevore he would stop going.

"Have a good night and no fights." The bouncer warns him and Graves nods and smiles at him. Hes in.

Price sits in the VIP area looking at the crowed, its early the dance floor not even full yet. He likes to come early, having a good look at the monster and human partying. To pick out who he goes after so he can saticefy his sex drive. Having a high one as a minotauer, often having severall people moaning under him every time hes here. Perk of beeing a VIP is he can get a room in the club, so no need to get somewhere. He already booked his usall one. He sees, the human walk in, dirty blond hair, yellow braclett, tight pans that show of his ass. He huffs he normaly dont goes after somebody with a yellow braclett, but he also never saw him here before. From expirinece he knows that humans need 10 to 15 vistes to go from yellow to green, if they ever come back. He only ever puts the work in to them when they have a green one. He has needs and just talking with a human that needs that long is just a waste of time. He goes towards the bar, his favoirte bartender the wolfshifter, John "Soap" MacTavish, working in the VIP eare tonight.

"I know that look, you found a somebody that catched your eye." Soap greats him, grinning knowingly.

"Yellow, so why bother?", Price shuts Soaps shenannigans down.

"So get to know the human and then still be the first to stick it in", Soap conters.

"Not my style Soap." Price reminds him, Soap nods, starting to make Price drink of choice till he frezzes, having a big grin on his face. Bad news, means he has an idea or bet to propose.

"I bet if you holt it back for a while and then fuck the human first, it will be way better then do what 5 to 8 in a singel night." Soap shares his bet.

"Not my fault you cant to it more then ones a night." Price trys to sound as unintressted as possibel in Soaps bet. Soap is narowing his eyes, before he nods to himself.

"How about I get the misterious Werewolf before the human is changing from yellow to green." Soap proposes his next bet, knowing htat Price cant stay away from a good bet. His grin getting better when he sees that Price is thinking about it.

"Can I try to influence the human to change the color or do i have to wait till he does it on his own?"

"You can talk with him, but he has to change the braclett by his own free will" With that Price is holding out his hand, they have a deal. Hes also pretty sure that he will have a better chance then Soap, because the werewlf only visted twice so far. Soap shakes his hand they have a deal and then gives Price his drink.

"What does the winner get from the loser?", Price asks and Sopa nods at this mishivious smile on his face.

"Needs to pay for a stay in one of the deluxe private rooms for the other", Soap says and well now Price really dont want to lose. Maybe he should have asked this before he agreed, now its to late. Price returns his palce in he VIP area, watching the human. He probablly wont talk to him to night. The human is talking with some shifter, his cheecks a pretty shade of pink. It looks like the human is in good comapny for now and honestly he rather has the human return to meet friends then him being here for one night, because somebody is coming of to strong. Hes pretty sure the its the first time his prey the human is in a club like this. He should get his name, just calling him the human feels so unpersonal. The night is young and he has time.

Graves is not sure what to think about the two feline shifter hes talking too, they make him fell like they are preying on him. They are still asking questions to test his boundaries with the yellow bracelet.

"God, I remember when we lift in a majorety human town, most of them were really chill, but some thing creaturs and human should not interact with each other, living in a big city is way better. The humans are also a lot more open minded. Are you open minded Phillip?", the bigger one, Finn, purrs. Graves frowns at this, not sure if they use the same deffention of open minded here.

"Open minded as in more accepting?", Graves trys to get some clarification.

"I guess you can say it like that", Finn claryfies, and the tone of his voice makes Graves pretty sure its about something sexuell. He dont like it, he needs to get out of this conversation, its a lot fuller now so he really wants to chat with some other people. He looks around, despreatly for a topic change. He looks up to the VIP area and well its his best shoot really.

"What are VIP befits?" Leaving Finns question unansered.

"Own, bar, extra area, people thinging they are important, special rooms to fuck", Danile the smaller one counts them.

"You can fuck in the club?", Graves asks in disbelief.

"People and creatures did it anyway so they just made rooms and well they get paid well for the rooms being used. Some can go more then ones a night so going home is not really an option for them. Many VIPs pick several people out the crowed to fuck them over the night, so if you ever plan to pick a VIP get a medical check up after, you never know who they slepped with." Graves nods at this a bit unsure, hes not even sure he ever will make it to the fucking stage.

"You two have to stop with the humans that are not sure", a female voice is scolding the two shifters.

"You should stop acting like you own the place", Finn talks back. The harpie is looking very unimpressed at this.

"Im close to one of the owners, that is nearly owning the place", the Harpie reminds the two. Finn is showing his teeth in frustration.

"So let the human enjoy his evening, with out you." With that the two shifter are leaving not with out giving the harpy a pisst off look.

"If they cause you any trouble, just tell the bar tenders you want to talk to Valeria", Valeria is finally adressing the human.

"Thanks?", Graves says a bit unsure, but shes is smiling reashuring at him or atleast his thinks that, hes not that familar with harpie facial expresion.

"Stay away from these two, they go after people that are here for the first time only. Fucking losers you can do better, you're cute. Have fun in Minos Labyrinth", she says before walking away from him, leaving him behind blushing at the compliment. He looks around and goes to the bar, for now. He orders his first drink for the night, having a strike rule about how much he can drink.

"First time?", somebody is asking him and he sees another human standing next to him, having a green and a blue braclett.

"Eh, yeah" Graves wants to groan what a intelegent response. The man is looking him up and down.

"You can call me Mace", the man introduces himself.

"Phillip." They are talking for a while at the bar.

"Whats the blue one mean?", Graves asks having eyed it over and over again.

"VIP area acess." The answer feels like an its not the whole true, but Graves stays silent at it, instead looking past Mace at the VIP area his eyes stoping at the minotaur. Mace is folling his eyes, huffing amused.

"Trying to ride a bull? Ambishous one aren't you?" Graves blushes at this, not that that will ever happened.

"Not sure what creature Im into", Graves stammers out, his face heated, thats a lie but well porn and reality are diffrent.

"Price is a good choice, respectfull, good, has stamina." Graves looks back at Price.

"Did you?" Leaving the question open, bit to personal for somebody he just meet, getting a laught from Mace whos shaking his head.

"I like mine with more scales, but well you hear things when you are a regular." Graves nods at this looking at his phone for the time. Nearly 2 hours and he didnt really meet any one besides the two feline shifter, Valeria and now Mace.

"No, but you know the rumors about minotauers right?" Graves frowns at this slowly shaking his head.

"That some cant go back to a non minotaur dick." Graves gives him a sceptical look, that cant be true.

"I know one another regular, Shelby, exclusivly goes for bulls, says shes that well there a only few that can please her since she had Price for the first time."

"Your shitting with me right?" Graves asks still unsure.

"If you come back tomorrow I can intruduce you." Maze offers shrugging. Graves looks a bit unsure at him, before he nods slowly.

"When? I have a learn groupe for college on sunday, beasuse its the only tiem we all have time."

"Shelbys not here before midnight, give me your number." Graves slowly pulls out his phone being a bit unsure, but well he maybe gets intruduced to another regular, what would help. In the back of his mind the promise to his mother to go to church on Sunday is poping off, he pushes it down. He will just shortly talk with Shelby and then go to bed and will make it to church, its fine.

Mace is walking up to him and Price frowns at this. Mace smilles at him. Looking suspicously like he dont want to cause problems on behave of the dragon hes fucking.

"So the new guy I talked too", Mace starts leaning against Price table. Knowing that Price saw them talk.

"What about him?", Price asks staying neutral.

"Hes your type and he will be back tomorrow to talk with Shelby", Mace tells him grining smugly.

"Whys that?", Price trying to sound unintressted. That really good news, there has to be a down site.

"He says hes not sure but hes a bull rider, you just know sometimes. Like with people fucking dragons or demons, you just know." Mace shrugs while giving him an explanaition. "Dont you have the same feeling when somebody is intressted exclusivly in humans?"

"I guess, but its rare, most of us are not that picky when its not for children." Price agrees after he tought about it for a while.

"You should talk to him soon, when the rumors are spreading a new bull rider is in the club, many will try to get him for atleast a night." Price nods at this, his kind is all very intressed in a human wanting to fuck a minotaur and bull riders are rare. But the competion to be the first one is big and strong. Got he hates that Shelby only comes in on Saturdays, when its packed.

"Why are you telling me that?" Price asks being sure that Mace would not share a word about the new human.

"Because, I know that you are nice to the humans trying a bull for the first time. Phillip is from a small town and if he goes for a minotaur as his first creatur it should not be with a douche he finds on the dance floor."

Its been 3 weeks since Graves enterted Minos Labyrinth for the first time. Maze and Shelby are intressting company and fun to be around, they usally meet on Saturdays. His braclett is still yellow and him being around the two is really helping withe getting pushy creaturs to stay away from him. He also learned by now, that every VIP can give out a special braclett to humans, to mark them as a fuck buddy. Maze and Shelby constantly reasure him, that he absolutly could pull a VIP and Shelby ofert more then ones to meet her VIP patron John Price. Shelby also tells him a lot about how to prepare yourself to take a big creatur dick and that he absolutly needs to do this. She even order some toys for him to get used to it, he nearly died from shame when his roomate told him his package came.

"You should make out with people", Shelby babbels on her 6th drink already. Maze is shaking his head at this his face radiating a thats not the plan message the Graves dont understands.

"No, Maze hes here to meet sexy creatures and yet is always hanging out with us. Phillip needs expirience", Shelby is deffending her position.

"I want to be sure to go the next step, before I make out with them, I dont want to lead anyone on", Graves explains himself. Stupid because that's what the yellow braclet is there.

"You are a good church boy", Shely sighs theatralic.

"I wasnt in church for 3 weeks now, I never told my mother with church im going to or she would call the priest." Graves explains, having made up several church vistes with the weekly call to his mother. He fells bad about that, but he also never wanted to go to church and he and his sister are forced to by their parents. He thought she instantly would know he lied when he did it in a panic, but she didnt. Maybe its not that easy to pick it up on the phone for her.

"So a recovering church boy", Shelby jokes before pulling Graves on the dance floor with her. Mace is not the one for dancing and will watch their drinks, busy texting. Graves loves dacning atleast with Shelby and not the wirted middel and high school dances. Becoming one with the mass, moving a a giant blob, worth to get told by his mother this is a life of sin. Can it be sin if its fun? A big mintaur is moving through the mass on the floor, before he puts his big hands on Shelby, she smiles at him. Graves looks the creatur up and down, the sandy fur, the big horns, you probably can grip while having sex, with him. Hes wearing a suite, the jacket open and he can see several cigars in his shirt pocket. He says something into Shelbys ear, making her giggel, before answering him and punching his shoulder. Making the minotaur roll his eyes, at what ever she said. They dance some more, now with out the bull and well Graves is curios.

"Who was that?", he screams the question over the bass.

"Price, he asks if I can wait a bit longer for his masive cock." Graves blushes at this, Shelby really open with everything sex related.

"What do you told him?", Graves asks, trying ot get over his reaction.

"Go get her tiger." Graves laughts at this, feeling more question burning on his tounge, he can text her about it later, when he got them a bit better together. The dance floor is getting to full for their liking, making hteir way back to their table. Mace is having a scream onversation with a staff member. Shelby frowns at that.

"What hes doing here?", she says to herself and if they werent so close to eachother and the bass droping he would not have heared it. Mace nods towards them before he keep listening.

"Look, I know dragons dont like to share space with another, but Valeria got some rich russians to vistet." The staff explains.

"Yuri, you can tell him yourself, your a mighty witch and the owner. Our agreement is purely sexual", Mace points out. Graves and Shelby are now at the table.

"Yuri, you look worried." Shelaby greets him and Graves smiles at him.

"It would just really better if you could tell him." Yuri is looking desprate for Mace to do it.

"Why not sent someone else from staff?" Graces sips his drink trying to ignore what ever they are talking about.

"He barely tolareds being here and the staff, please, Mace, I will give you free drinks for the whole time the Russians are here."

"Well, I can tell him", Mace finally agrees. Saying no to free drinks, hes no idiot.

"So, you are the newbie that these two adopted, acording to staff. Im Yuri Volkov and one of the owners." Graves shakes Yuris hand, gets shocked, some traumaturic energy in the air, the witch smiles apologetic at him for that.

"Phillip Graves."

"Is Price free?", he asks Shelby how is sniggering getting a eye roll from Yuri.

"He's fucking somebody." Yuri nods at the answer before he disapears to go back to work.

Its Tuesday evening and Graves is laying on his bed, ready to ask Shelby somethings about minotaur fucking etiquette.

🪦: Shelby, can I ask some thinks about Minotaur sex? 🍑: Damm I own Mace 20 bucks 🍑: Sure ask me

🪦: Can you like grab their horns? 🍑: Depents on the bull better ask, but thay are good handels Grave blushes at this a littel bit. 🪦: Can thay really you know go as often as in pornos? 🍑: Depents, older can, if hes young likely not 🪦: Is it good? 🍑: Cant talk for anal, but my pussy loves a good minotaur dick 🍑: I can ask some man I know for you 🪦: Is Price a nice guy?

Shelby is grinning to herself, he may lose the bull rider part of the bet, but shes is abolutly right that he would try out Price rather early.

🍑: One of the best when you want to test a bull 🍑: But he strictly fuck green braclets 🍑: let me ask him something 🍑: Hey, so Phillip is asking about you 😏 🍑: You thing you can talk with him a bit Saturday? 💰: Sure inbetwenn fucks we can talk for a bit

🍑: You can talk Saturday is you want to 🪦: okey

Graves reads it again and again. He has the feeling getting to know a potential person, would help with his nerves. Its just a talk, what is the worst that could happen? Its knocking at his door and König it open it a bit, the nervous bear shifter smiles at him.

"Movie night is about to start", he tells him and Graves instantly rolls from the bed. his two roomates, König and Horangi opon learnign hes from a super religous family try to amke sure he watched as much movies as they could. If college workload is not crushing them atleast. He meet König in oriantation and they are in the same buisness classes. Horangi is a biologie major and tiger shifter.

"What do we watch this time?", Graves asks getting in the shared small living room wiht a kitchen.

"300", Horang answer, putting the popcorn in a bowl.

Price is looking at the last few messages with Shelby. His bet with Soap is working in his favour, not that this would be hard, because the mysterious werewolf was not back, likely somebody on a buisness trip. For the first time is comes to his mind, that this could bite him in the ass, that Phillip thinks he only does this because of a bet. Well thats a bridge to burn if they get their, not to forget he absolutly will fuck Phillip into the next day in the deluxe room if he wins.

💰: I have a bet with Soap going.

🍑: Oh god, why are you keep doing this? 🫠

💰: Its about if I get Phillip first or he the mysterious werewolf that visted 5 weeks ago

🍑: Why would you do that?

🍑: I told him youre nice, apparently youre an IDIOT 😫

💰: Yeah, I should tell him before we fuck right?

🍑: yes and better think about a way to make it sound good

💰: I wanted to say that I and a friend sometimes bet who gets their person of intresst first.

🍑: Hes a good church boy in recovery, John 🫠

💰: Not good?

🍑: Its fine, but he still could left you in a hard place 😏

💰: youre the worst

🍑: 🥰 thats why you fuck me

💰: also what do you mean with good church boy in recovery?

🍑: hes good a kneeling

💰: 🙄

🍑: I will tell you in person and with a dick in me 🥵

Price shakes his head at this, Shelby is her typical self.

Graves and Shelby are sitting in the VIP are at Prices table. Waiting for the bull to sit with them. Graves is nervous and has the big desire to repent to a priest. He's gay and he wants to fuck a creature, in his mothers church thats a VIP tiket to hell. He shakes his head, if he would call the pastor he would absolutly tell his mother, so she rescue his soul.

"You good?", Shelby asks him, playing with her Magaritha glass.

"Yeah, just religous guilde" Shelby smiles at him, yeah, she had that too, when she came in the club for the first time. Religous private school, only made her very horny for demons and well look at her now. Being a paralegal for one of the bigest law firms in the city, having an amazing sex live and 3 cats.

"I attendet an all girls religous private school" Graves has the feeling his eye balls fall out of his skull at this. If Shelby was like shes now in school, she must have been in trouble quite a lot. Shes lauhging at this face.

"I know, not the school I would have choosen myself. Anyway I kissed a lot of girls and the teachers told me I will go to hell and on day I said fuck it Im done and said thats fine Satans dicks is probably amazing. They called my mothers work, she struggled not to laught" Graves laughs at this.

"So, when I got my job here and heared some college's talk about Minos Labyrinth I was like you. Nervous and not talking to all the hot creaturs I wanted to make out with, because its 'sinfull'. My first creature was a Mothman. I said fuck it, Im already mastrubating to them, lets get the real think. And now, Im here." Graves smiles at her its good to know that what he feels is normal.

"Would your priest call your mother to save your soul? If you told them something like this?" Shelby is laughing at this.

"My mothers only sent me to the school because it was the best in the region. Needed to get my unlce Nick to pretend to be my father to get me in. They are also sorry for doing it, its complicated but we are working on it, us living apart is helping alot." Graves feeling a lot better now and he absolutly wont talk to the pastor in his small hometown.

"My best friend would have posters of 'Sailors Death' hidden under his matress. His mother made him burn all of them when she found them, he only got punished for listening to Metal. I have no idea what they would do if they knew its because he is into sirens."

"At school one of the popular girls, like the really popular girls, asked me where to get creature dildos and I said depents. She wanted a Naga one and I got it for her, never bullied by her ever again."

"We watched monster porn one night because one friends parents were away for the weekend and forgot to delet the browser history. They send him to a religious camp over the summer and it only lead to him hiding it better from them." Shelby is lauhging at this, typical my parents caught me watch porn story.

"In college, we made a young christian woman cry, by asking her why hell is bad if satan is sexy." Graves is caughting at this his mother would also cry about this.

"Why did you do that?", Graves asks, Shelby is shrugging.

"She was a an judgmental Christian."

"Oh one of our teachers divorced her husband to marry a Naga. Left her ex with 3 kids in there late teens behind. Bigest scandel of the town."

"Good for her, getting two dicks for the price of one guy" Graves spits his beer out, laughing harder then he should at this.

Price is aproaching the table, haven enyoed his last company a bit more then planned. Shelby is saying something and Phillip is starting to laught at it. Hes beautiful, dimpels showning, Price dick is intresstet. They are just talking, no need to get hot and bothered, now.

"Whats so funny?", Price asks when he sits down.

"Oh we shared our religous upbringing", Shelby answers ah yes a very funny topic. Price dont dares to ask.

"John Price", he formely intruduces himself holding out his big hand.

"Phillip Graves." They shake hands, a smile still on Graves face.

"Shelby said you have some questions." Graves nods tacking a sip from the beer to get think about his first question. He dont want to show hes intressted in Price just yet so it needs to be more general questions.

"Is it true that you have infinite stamina?" Graves finally asks. Blushing, because what a first question, but god he needs to know.

"Well in comperison to a human infinte is probably true, but it has its limits. Also dont believe what you see in porn, especially if a number is in the titel. We can go multipel times a night, but not one after another, we need some breaks."

"How do you prepare, for a first minotaur dick?" Graves blushes a bit at this question.

"You should use plugs or with enouth time and lube its possible with out. I think they have special plugs for that." Shelby nods at the last part.

"Are the rumors true you cant go back from a bull?" Graves focuses on Price face.

"I would say thats true for the minority, most are having a size kink or a fetish" Price answers he rarly thinks about that. Now he wonders what Phillip is.

"Shelby mentioned you grow up religous, so were you raised with no sex before mariage?", Price asks Phillip, whos blushing at this.

"I kissed some girls because it was forbiden, not because I like them. One cryed because she thought kissing is how you get pregnant." Graves answert and Price is half hard. Not only could he be the first creature but the first ever. The cliche of minotaur and a virginity kink are sadly half true and hes forfilling it.

"Isnt that the werewolf, Soap is wagging his tail for?", Shelby asks absolutly picking up on how turned on Price is right now. Price look at the bar and hes pretty sure shes right, but to night Soap is not working.

"Whos Soap?", Graves asks curious.

"The wolfshifter bartender with the mowhawk." Graves makes a sound of reconition. Shelby gives Price a tell him look, but he absolutly will not now. He wants Graves to genuien choose him.

"Whats it 5 weeks since you saw him the first time?", Shelby asks looking at her phone.

"I thing Sunday is the begin of week 6." Shelby nods along at this tipping on the screeen.

"So, Philip what your'e doing?", Price asks wanting to get to know the human a bit better.

"Im in college getting a buisness degree. Its boring some times."

"Like the material or the leasons?" Graves is thinking about it.

"Mix of both." Price nods his head.

"Full moon", Shelby is interupting them. Price needs a few secounds to but this information into context.

"Arent werewolfs like extra horny at full moon?", Graves asks.

"The only time they are more horny is if they didnt fuck while full moon." Price confirms, makes sence now why they dont see him here often.

"Next is in 2 weeks and one day", Shelby brings up the bet again, giving Price a pointed look. Price rolls his eyes he understands he need to tell Phillip, but not know. Graves is looking inbetween them picking up on them having a silent conversation.

"Whys that important?", Graves asks confused.

"Soap and I have a bet who is getting his curent person of intresst first. His is the mystery werewolf." Price answers giving Sheby a satecfied look. Graves empties his beer so who is Price person of intresst then.

"Whats the price?", Shelby asks chuckeling a bit.

"The loser has to pay for the winners stay in one of the luxury bedrooms." Shelby look impresst at this.

"Oh right VIPs can fuck in the club", Graves says, he could not ask about that yet also well hes uncomfortable to have his first time in a club. Price picks up on the human not really liking this fact. So he needs to take him home then. Hes to old to fuck in some college kids apartment.

"How do you get VIP?", Graves asks because why not.

"50k a month if you want to be a permanent VIP, with room and such and i think its 10k for one night plus the standart fine for the room if you want to use one. Honestly Yuri and Diego make most of their money from the permanent VIPs." Graves raises his eyebrows at this Price must be quite rich. So what is he doing for work.

"50k, is this with a cleaning fee, because you know, human anatomie and creatur ehh cum production are not that compatible?" Shelby asks she never thought about this before.

"Cleaning, replacing of suplies and sheets, some upgrades that cost extra are in there and that the room is available the whole night exclusivly." Price recalls, he did the math and becoming an permanet VIP is cheaper then to pay the 10k for VIP plus the money for the room is cheeper for him with how often hes here.

"Upgrades?" Price smiles, fuck Phillip is so inoccent.

"Mhm, sex toys and stuff like that", Shelby explains, making Graves blush. His own dirty thoughts and internet serches haunting him. Price is fully hard when Phillip is smilling at him, looking so shy but probably being anything but shy when he's more expirinced.

Graves looks it his work sheet usally, he loves the lectures of Proffesor Linda Laswell, but not today. Thoughts about Price plaguing him. He wants to, he wants so badly, but maybe going for such a high drive creature is unwise. Hes so distracted that he dont even notices that class is over.

"Mr. Graves, dont you have a class to get to?", his teacher is asking him. He looks up from he still empty piece of paper and blushes a bit.

"Yes", he says while quickly packing his bag. Shit hes not even sure what IS his next class.

"Youre okey Mr. Graves? Some of your other lectures also noticed your not that pressent this week." She has a warm simle on her face and sounds like she really cares.

"Just some personal stuff on my mind", Graves answers truthfully. Silently praying she dont wants details.

"You know my office hours if you need somebody to talk." Graves smiles back to her, of course he knows.

"Of curse Professor Laswell, thank you." He can absolutly not tell her about this. With that his hurrying out of class, pulling his time tabel up and he has some free time and then math, lucky him, he cant day dream in this lecture. He uses his free time to think about what he wants, also setting an alarm so he dont miss his next lecture. He nearly made a list, to make sence of whats going on his brain right now, but somebody from class wanting to ask him about class and seeing him trying ot figure out he wants to fuck a minotaur. Deffently memorable incident but not in a good way.

"You looked worried, maybe god can help you?", a voice is saying to him. He looks at a young woman and god can deffenetly not help him.

"No, god can not help me", Graves dimisses her politely. She frowns at that, clearly thinking what to say next.

"Well there is something in the bible that can help you Im sure." Graves nearly laughts at this, the bibel can absolutly not help him.

"Did you even read the bibel?", she says in a tone that reminds him to much of his mother.

"Yes" He gives her his best fake smile.

"You sure?" He rolls his eyes at her accusatory tone. He has no time and nerves to play whos the better christian with her. He will have to give her a Shelby answer.

"Because if you read it there would be a solution for your problem." He will not throw anything at her, just leave and be polite.

"There IS no solution for my problem, please talk about this with somebody that cares."

"Maybe you say that so you can be a sinner." Oh god, that is right out of his mothers text book.

"To say it like a friend of my, if sin bad why Satan sexy and now please leave me alone." Her mouth drops open and Graves uses the time to get away from her. What does she even mean with maybe god can help you, who even says that to a stranger? He still has so much time left till next class.

Graves should have know that something was of with the woman, but he didnt think about it much because hes bussy thinking about riding a bull. The consequences of his actions are coming with a call from his mother.

"Hey Mom", he greats her not asuming anything.

"Phillip Erik Graves, you will move back home imitatly." Graves blinks a few times at this. Hes in deep shit shes using his full government name, that means he comided a cardinal sin.

"Why?", he asks her because thats a bit out of the blue.

"Why? Why? Young man you know exactly why." His mother sounds as if shes talking herself in a rage. Did she figure out hes not going to church? Did she learn WHY hes not going to church.

"Is it because I was to busy with learning to go to church?", he aks because what else could make her that angry? Knowig if she didnt know that he made things worse for himself.

"YOU WHAT!?!" He has to holt his phone away from his ear because shes screaming, König and Horangi can probably hear them with their advanced senses.

"I was really busy to get good grades so I can get home faster?", he trys to calm her down, but hes doing a shitty job.

"Well thats not need anymore because you're coming home and you will have daily talks with Father Davies to get all the bad influens and sin out of you. With what for people are you assosiating we have to do a lot of work to save your soul." It clicks in Graves brain oh, that happend.

"Mom did you sent a woman to spy on me?", he asks her.

"Yes, because Jesus told your soul needs to be saved. And Lilly was so nice to help me when I ask for help." Graves mouth drops open, his mom most have some sort of episode.

"So you're angry becase I said is sin bad why Satan so sexy?" Graves asks in disbelieve, this is so stupid.

"Satan is tempting you and I need to save your soul." It sounds as if she is at the verge of tears.

"Mom, I said that because I wanted her to leave me alone, I dont think that and I heared somebody in class say that. I dont even know that person." He needs to calm her down when he dont want a call from his father and his sisters. Well maybe some demons are sexy, but this is not a can of worms his mom needs to know exists.

"You need to come home, the city is making you into a sinner." She is crying now.

"Mom, its 2 weeks till Spring break and I will come home for a viste okey. Its going to be okey." Her crying is becoming worse.

"No you cant stay there its to sinfull." His mother pleats inbetween sobs.

"Mom, Mom I need you to take some deep breaths for me." He hears some hick ups inbetween the breaths. Her breaths are getting more controlled and he again try to reasure her.

"Im coming home for break and its gonna be okey Mom. I apreached that you worried about my well being, but Im fine, I will be in Church on Sunday I promise." Well now he has to, because he gave his mother a panic attack. He feels horrible, but hes also concernt for her health what does she mean Jesus told her?

"Okey, Philly I would really love if you would tell me the church name I need to know if its a good church."

"It is a good church, mom." His mother would disagree with that, but well not her buisness.

"Okey, Im really glad to hear that." She does sound a lot more calm by now.

"I will call soon, love you" Graves ends the call.

"Love you too Philly." With that the calls end. The door to his room is opening and Horangi is looking in.

"Your paket came, also ehh is your mom okey?", he asks a bit arkward.

"Well thats depatable." What are his chances that his new sex toy order arrives the same day his mom tells him that Jesus tells her his soul needs saving.

"That sounds rough. Hope she gets better?" Horangi sounds unsure, but its also clear that he probably over heared some of the call, with his room right next to him. Also his mother sends people to spy on him. This is really concerning and somebody must encurage this behaivor.

"I hope she dont has to get better." Graves is answering, worried exprecion on his face. Things at home dont look so good. This is complicating thinks for him. The gamble of not fucking Price before he hes home is dangrous because his mother will pick up on it and more importantly will not let go of the topic on the other side if they fuck he could also not keep that secret from her. Fuck it he cant keep living to his mother wishes, hes already breaking a lot of her rules what does sex before marrige even matter at this point.

🪦: Hey can you give me Price number?

🍑: OMG its happening, go get the dick 🥳

🪦: shut it 🙄

🍑: 213-555-4679

🍑: oh dont have any plans for the next day 😏

🪦: thanks, love you

🪦: Hey, its Phillip i asked Shelby for your number if thats okey

Price is starring at his phone now the party gif that Shelby send him makes sence

💰: Hello Phillip what a pleasent suprise

🪦: if you're up to it, we could fuck

Graves growns at this, that sounds horrible, but he also didnt want to overthink this to much

💰: Im up to it, you're always in the club on Saturday right? What about next week?

🪦: Next week sounds good

💰: See you at Minos Labyrinth then

Well thats unexpected, but Price is not that suprised Phillip asked very specific questions about Minotaur. Hes gonna win the bet too.

Graves sits on his bed while Shelby is rumaging throw his clothes.

"Dont think it really matters that much what i wear it ends up on the floor anyway", Graves points out. She looking for a shirt for 10 minutes already.

"Its like unwrapping a nice present Phillip", she explains to him.

"I see." Graves does not get her point, but a black dress shirt is flowing his way.

"Do you have like non church ties?", she ask holding up a bunch. Feels fucking wrong to let Phillip wear one.

"A tie? You sure?" Graves ask and she put all of them back in. Instead a cowboy hat is flying towards him.

"No."

"Yes." She sounds so gleeful.

"No"

"But you can get railed with just the hat an like a rodeo cowboy." He dont need to see her face to know shes wiggeling her eyebrows at him and has a pleased grin on her face for that sentence. If Horangi and König would be home he would have died by now.

"No. I bring you one back from my trip home so you can do that."

"Deal." With that shes throwing a pair of boxers towards him and the jeans he wore at his first time in the club.

"Go showering and then dressed in case we have to change something." She orders him around again looking at the ties. Price will love it. She picks out a green one first but then desites to pick a dark red one.

"You're not going to church anymore." She says in the room giggeling.

Phillip is back after 30 minutes taking his time to get clean and for his nerves. All black is looking good on him. Shelby sits on his bed his cowboy hat on being on her phone. He picks it up and puts it back in the closet. She holding out a red tie and he puts it on.

"Perfect." Sheby signs off her work.

They leave the building 15 minutes later, going down to the subway when Graves thinks he sees Lilly from the corner of his eye. He must be mistaken, at least he hopes so because Shelby wears a black mini skirt and a dark purple crop top, her brown hair in a braid but she's wearing a chocker and her dark green bracelet. In all she does not look like a god Christian girl. He just have to hope he's mistaken. It's just a 20 minute subway ride and they meet Mace on the platform. They talked for a bit and this time he's sure he saw Lilly on the platform. Oh well, he's fucked, but also if Shelby is not exaggerating he's fucked in a mind blowing why.

"Yuri looks so worried", Shelby comments while they walk up the stairs.

"One of Valerias guest is also a dragon of course he's worried. Would be dumb if he wasn't."

"Why is that a problem?" Graves asks, he looked it up but did not found a agreed upon answer on dragons being solitary or not.

"Male dragons don't like another males of the same status in their territory not to forget Yuris father is also a problem." Mace answers Graves thinks about it. He dont think besides Victor he ever saw another dragon in Minos Labyrinth.

"So Victor is like the Alpha dragon in the area?", he asks for a lack of better terms.

"Yes, sometimes younger dragons are visiting but it rare." Mace confirms.

"So the other dragon is also an Alpha?" Shelby asks otherwise Yuri would not give out free drinks.

"Yeah and they hate each other. He chewed Valeria out over it not to forget its extra shitty because of Yuris father. Minos is not that well liked by dragons because of it."

"What's the problem with his father?", Graves asks curious.

"You know before humans and creatures coexisted, when human would hunt creatures? Yuris father was a dragon slayer and they can sense it in his blood somehow." Graves nods at this that makes a lot of sense.

"You know Yuri quite well." It's just an observation Graves made over the weeks.

"Yuri looks after people like us, makes sure our agreement is by choice and stuff." Shelby explains with a smile. They reached the door.

"3 greens, also Bruce how's your mom?" Shelby says all three them holding out the right arm.

"Shes keeping the nurses on her feet, since she woke up after her operation. She will make a full recovery." Bruce answers while putting the braclets on. They walk in and it's already packed. They squeeze themselves to the VIP area and spot the reason popular Vampire DJ Nikolai is in house to night. They sit down at Victors table, Graves only saw the dragon ones, so it's Mace table in his brain.

"Isn't it a waste of Victor's money to be VIP and rarely be here?", Graves screams over the bass.

"He knows I'm here and use it, not to forget he has 2 other humans that come on other days. He's in finances so he probably has like a monthly calculation if he should stop." Maze screams back. A server is aproaching them.

"You three want something to drink?", she asks and all three are ordering. Shelby has an Magarita, Mace Whisky on the rocks and Graves a Caipirinha.

"You think today there some decent people in the house?", Mace asks Shelby, because they both can't fuck their creature of choice to night.

"Hard to tell. I honestly think to night are a lot of humans here. Nik is not that popular with creatures. So most that are here are likely creeps. With Price being busy with Phillip don't know" Shelby answers. Mace makes a displeased sound at this. He really hates when Victor is busy with work for that long.

They sit for a while and Graves can't vibe with the music tonight. It feels to disorganised for him to enjoy. Valeria is walking towards them and she looks sinfull. A beautiful blue lace dress in her covering only the important areas. She sits down with them, eyeing Graves green bracelet.

"Bull rider huh?", she asks him knowing Victor won't be here for atleast a week. Graves blushes but nods.

"Deffently better then the two losers. You heared that Rodolfo Parra will be here soon?" Valeria starts the conversation.

"When?", Shelby asks intressted.

"A month, but its a creature only night, because of what sirens do with humans. Just like Nik is causing a mostly human night." Valeria explains with a smile.

"Don't worry if you have VIP access human can also come but you need special headphones to not get bewitched. We love Rudy but he cant eat guests bad for the buisness. Yuri will ask if you want to attend that night."

"Thats the front singer of Sailors Death right?", Graves asks the harpies who's nodding at this.

"Yes the one and only. His solo music is very popular with creatures and I dont think that known by humans. He does vocals with some DJs and well it's bewitching to listen too." Valeria jokes. They talk for some time till Price is aproaching the table. Graves heart skips a beat, talking with Valeria took his nerves off but they are fully back when he sees the big figure. Doubt is filling him, but it's to late now. Shelby gives him a thumps up and Mace gives him an encouraging nod while he emptys his drink.

"Valeria, sharing club acts again that Yuri wants to keep under the wrap for some time?" Price asks to give the human some time to finish his drink.

"Yes, but only with my favourite humans" She smiles proudly at this, making Yuris life a bit more complicated is ine of her favourite activities. Getting a huff from Price. Graves gets up Shelby wispering something in his ear and he nods at her. Price looks the human over he looks amazing in all black and a tie? Oh that must be Shelbys work. Hes going to fuck the human into the next day. He leads Phillip towards the rooms, so they can talk with out this ear destroying music playing. Everythink ready at his place, the night planned out for him already.

He lets Graves in one of the empty rooms and the the bass is turning into a utz utz in the background the only reminded they are still in the club. Graves looks nervously at him.

"Just some things I want to talk with you first. Then we get out of here." Graves eye brows shoot up at this.

"Out of here?" The human asks, his body relaxing at this.

"A first time deserves better then this club. Its just for tonight." Graves nods his heart skipping a beat at for tonight. A chance of doing this again.

"You in for a long night Phillip, your my only person for to night and we won't stop till I'm satisfied. To not make you in a overstimulated mess, I will use some toys, so you can relax in between orgasm. That don't means you're not pleasing me it's for your wellbeing." Price explains and Graves nods along.

"If you can't go anymore I want you to say red, if you need a break yellow and if you want me to keep going its green, please use this I will not hold at against you. I want you to also have fun."

"Red stop, yellow break and green go", Graves repeats to show he understands.

"Good, so let's get out of here, I won't fuck you to what ever Nikolai thinks is music."

The drive to Price home is 20 minutes. Graves is bouncing his legs the whole drive. While Price looks at him as if he's a a meal he waited a long time to devour. They are in the elevator going up and up to the penthouse. So Price is very rich Graves thinks while getting out of his shoes looking at the interior. Price leads him to the livingroom couch befor ehe walks to the mini bar.

"Just water", Graves says he wants to be sober for this. Price has a whisky.

"So you looked into minotaur sex, I assume?" Price asks.

"I guess my best surce is Shelby, but I found some research on it to. And I eh... watched some porn." Graves admits blushing a bit.

"Well hope you don't expect anything from the porn." Price more jokes, the blush on the human getting stronger.

"Only a fat cock", Graves says deeply embarrassed but sure that is what he wants.

"I can offer that." Price chuckels, he was right the shyness is only because Graves is inexperienced. Graves looks the Minotaur up and down and fuck are his thights big and he wants to ride them. He get up and sits on the other lap and takes a sip from Price drink just for the fun of it. They kiss and its different to kissing a human, but also the same. They make out for a while when Price picks the human up to carry him in th bedroom. Graves gasp at this fuck this is so hot he by no means is a light weight, he works out 3 to 4 times a week, but compared to a Minotaur he's a twink. It turns him on so much, going from half hard to fully hard the short way to the bedroom. Graves bounces on the matress when hes dropped on it. Price grabs his tie and makes him look up, the Minotaurs nostrils are flared his gaze hungry and ready to take the human.

"Strip", Price order because he's not opening all this tiny buttons. Graves does with out thinking opening the buttons as quickly he can with sweaty palms. Price gaze grows hungrier with desire the human looks good. Hes loosening the tie shrugging the shirt of his shoulders. Hard to imagin Phillip never did this before. Price pulls the tie off while the human with struggeling to open the belt. The tie will be a good blindfold later. He puts it down in the bed while opening his own shirt. Graves watches him his own hands are stoping while Price is revealing his muscular body. Graves pushes his pants down and gets out his socks while Price is letting his shirt slip on the floor. Muscular shoulders and biceps as big as his human thights, Graves dick twitches at this. Price steps closer to the bed, making the human swallow. The minotaur hooks two fingers under the waste band of his boxer shorts, pulling the last piece of fabric of the human himself. The human is gasping at this his cock springing free and the tip covered in precum. They look at each other and with slightly shaking hands Graves opens Prices belt, who's huffing amsued at this. He simply pushes the human on the bed, oh he will have fun to night. Price strokes the humans cock a few times getting a moan out of him.

Graves is panting a pink flush over most of his body, looking at Price with big eyes. The longer Price is looking the more nervous he gets, finally Price is getting out of his pants and the bulge in his boxers is gigantic. Shit this will never fit in him right? Price is walking to a nightstand fishing a bottel of lube out of it. Pulling Graves on his lap to kiss him again, the humans arms holding on to his shoulders. While they make out and he feels the human hands roam all over his body he's sticking up a finger to get the human ready.

"Did you prepare yourself Phil?" Price asks feeling how easy he can push in his first finger.

"Yes." Graves answers hiding his face unbeknownst to him in the pheromon glands on Price neck.

"Such a good boy." Price praises him care fully pushing a secound one in. Graves is panting his face still hidden in the crock of Price neck, to self conscious with his face expression to move his head. Breathing in a heavy dose of Minotaur sex pheromones.

"John", Graves moans when Price is brushing his prostate. Rocking his hips against the finger to get the feeling again causing his dick to rub along the soft fur covering Price abs. It's a bit tickling making him squirm. Price pushes a third finger in, god he already feels so full. The pheromones making Graves feeling light in the head, every littel stimulation feeling heavenly, a pleasant feeling spreading through his body. Why did he ever wanted to wait with sex if its this good? Fucking himself against the three fingers enjoying himself. Price of course notices how strongly Phillip is reacting to his pheromones, knowing he needs to be careful to not hurt the human. He slaps the humans ass to make him stop moving so he can finish the preparation getting a long moan from the human and something warm is hitting his fur. Graves is melting against him panting.

"Color?" Price checks in carefully moving his fingers to stretch the human. Graves needs a while to answer getting down from his high

"Green." With that Price is pulling his fingers out and putting Graves on the bed. Graves notices the big wet spot on Price boxers and fur, but it easily forgotten when he pulls them down and, reveals his massive dick. He puts his hand around it and notices the gap between his thumb and his fingers. Graves stocks it, feeling the thick rings behind the tip.

"You sure it will fit?" Graves asks timid, looking up at Price, who's ruffeling his hair.

"With no problem." Price reasures him, enjoying the exploratory moves of the human. He had humans that struggled to fit more then his tip, but Phillip is deffently not one of them. Graves uses his other hand to play with Price balls.

"Turn around Phillip", Price orders after a while, as much he like what Graves can do with his hands he rather, stuffs the human full now. Graves does so, staying close the the beds edge. Getting down, using his hands to spread his ass cheeks apart, showing Price his slicked up hole. Big hands are placed on his waist and Price is rubbing his dick over Graves hole.

"John", Graves complains at this, he feels empty. John pushes in, going halfway in one shift motion. Graves moans at this, putting the hands in front of him. Price pulls back, till only the tip is in, before slowly pushing back in, getting long moan out of the human. He repeats this several times going deeper with each trust.

"Faster", Graves moans his request, but Price is not changing his pace, enjoying the slow movement. When he's bottomed out he enjoys the feeling for a while. Graves feels droll run down his chin, he's so full, it's so good, but he's sure when Price would finally get on with it, it would be even better. He rocks his hips again back and forth hearing the huff Price is making. The hands wander down to his hips and the grip is getting stronger.

"Impatient" Price scolds him, before he starts building a rythem up. Every trust he rubs along Graves prostate and fucks the nicest sounds out of the human.

"Yees, ahh John", Graves moans being fully hard again. Pleasure buzzing through his whole body. With every trust in the willing human Price pulling his hips to meet his movement, getting high pitched sound as a reward. Price slows done for a moment, using one big hand to press Graves chest on to the bed, making him bow his back beautifully, making every trust go deeper. Fingers clawing at the sheets and his legs are trambeling, droll running down his chin, panting like a bitch in heat, Graves is lost in pleasure and he loves it. Price is a force of nature behind him, not stopping probably wiring some parts in his brain new, with the amount of pleasure flodding his body. His next orgasm is so close, just a littel bit more.

Price knows that Phillip had another orgasm when he again goes quite limb, the only reason his hips are still up is Price moving them. He pulls out, giving the human some time to enjoy the feeling. Price prepares an fleshlight to keep going and still give Phillip will be a crying mess soon enough. He moves the human a bit further up the bed, seeing his half litted eyes and his still blissed out expresion on his face. Covering his nacked body, with a blanket so he dont gets cold.

"Phil", Price ask after a while, fucking the toy the way he fucked the human. Geting an incohirend sound as answer, Phillip clearly not fully back yet.

"John?", Graves asks, looking at a pillow, his limbs still feeling like jello, the blanket, feeling to heavy against his skin. A hand is running down his back, whys John not next to him. He turns on his back, and is able to sit up, the blanket covering only his legs now. His heart drops a bit, John is fucking in a sex toy, still going as if he didnt fucked him into another plain of existens. What he got told in the club is echo trough his mind, that this would go till Price is satesfied and it dont looks like hes there yet. He watches for a while, cooling down but he also feels useless. He moves towards the bull, whos opening one eye before he slows down.

"Controll over your limbs back?", Price asks and Graves crawls into Price lap instead of a verbal answer. The minotaur moves him a bit around, now the fleshlight inbetwen the humans thights, and Price ruds in to it, his hand roaming over soft skin. Playing with the humans nippels getting some sighs out the human. Scratching over abs, making him shiver and squirm. Kisses along his schoulders and neck, slowly getting Graves hard again.

"Color?", Price aks him, when he noties it.

"Green" No hessitation and Price picks up the tie. Putting the fabric over phillips eyes.

"That okey?" He asks not wanting to over step.

"Yes."

"You can take it off when ever you one." Price tells the human, before he pulls out the toy. putting it asite and moving Graves legs to his pleasing. Graves groans, when Price is fingering him again, spreading more lube making sure the human is still slick.

"Sore?", Price asks the human.

"No." With this answer his slowly lowering Phillip on to his dick. A long pleased moan coming from the human. He considers that he already fucked him pretty rough, so he moves the humans hip up and down in a slow movement. The sweet sounds are filling the room again enjoying the slow rythm just as much as Price. He rolls his hips everytime, Price is botoming out, moaning everytime Price is rubing over his prostate. Its so sensual slowly making Phillip fully hard for a third time and slowly pushing Price towards his orgasm. He will make an absolute mess, holding back the whole week for tonight. Filling up the human, fucking his cum in and out of him.

"Want keep going like this or switch it up?", he asks wantinghis own orgasm and the position is not the best.

"Switch it up." Price keeps going while thinking how he wants to finish this. When hes desided his pulls Graves of him.

"Put your arms over your head" Graves does as hes told his knees pushed to his sides. Price fucks him slow and deep.

"Not really a switch up", Graves observation is cut off by moaning when something wet is touching one of is nippel. Price using his mouth to play with Graves nippel while keeping the slow deep pace to get closer to his own orgasm. Graves is moving his hands, using Price horns to keep his head down. Price uses one of his arms pin Graves over his head. Picking up the movement of his hip.

"Yeah, give it to me hard", Graves agress on the increasing spead and force. Not knowing what he's asking for.

"You sure?", Price asks for confirmation, because he wont stop till he filled the human up.

"Yes, hard, fast and dirty", Graves confirms, hes not seeing the grin on Price face. Hands are closing around Graves thights, while Price is now searching for the perfet ancel to give the human what he wants. Hitting his prostate dead on, making Graves bow his back and moan like a whore. From there the pace is picking up, harder faster, till Graves back is slidding over the sheets.

Harder, faster, till the bed is slamming against the wall

Harder faster, till Graves starts to whine from the over stimulation.

"John, John", the human loud moans echoing through the room. Price pick the pace up even more, when tears start to darken the tie.

"Ahh", the human screams a sad sqirt of cum getting out of him, because Price fucked him dry already. Price keeps going, now only intressed in his own orgasm. Folding Graves in half, so hes now going fast, hard and deep, asulting Phillips prostate. Tears now running down Graves face, and Price puts even more force into every trust.

"John, please", Graves whines, its getting to much to handel for him. Price keeps going, having the perfect rythm now, fast, hard, deep, the best whines he ever heared filling his ears and the tears, Phillip is perfect.

"Fuck, John." Graves, cant take it anymore, it feels like every nerve in his body is on fire.

"God, John fill me up already", Graves begs and then he feels himself spasm around Proce dick as hes having a dry orgasm. Price keeps going, finally reaching his own orgasm.

"John, please, please", Graves sobs and Price dick is exploding. He keeps trusting, the first cum already floding out of Graves, while he fucks the rest into the human. Finally Price stops moving and big tears are runnig down Graves face, that the human dont even fells. Graves whinnes when Price is pulling out, everything to sensible. Price leaves the human alone, filling in a bath, to get the human clean and help his arching muscels to relax. Price walks back in his bed room, revomeving the tie from Graves eyes, teary unfocused eyes looking at him. Cum leacking out of Graves hole, who clearly dissociating from the overstimulation. He picks a shirt out of his dresser, putting it on the washing table and getting out a big fluffy towl. Quickly showering himself, to get the cum out of his fur. When the tub is filled to two third, he turn the water off, making sure its luke warm, before he carefully picks Graves up from the bed. The human cold to touch, the tears have stopped, but still not present again. He carefully, puts the human in the tub, letting him warm up before he cleans the cum, lube and sweat from the humans skin.

"Phil?", he asks getting the human to look at him.

"Im going to wash you face okey." Graves nods slowly at this. wishing the tears away. He lets Graves sit a littel longer in the water.

"Can you stand?", Price ask him and Graves nods hesitant. He lifts the human out of the water, sitting him down on the edge of the tub. Helping him to stand up and then wraps the big towl around the body. He quickly gets the human dry, being careful with senstive areas.

"Hands over your head." Graves follows the order and Price puts one of his shirts on him, it looks more like a dress, but hes dressed now.

"Just wait here for a moment." With that Price is doing a quick change of the dirty sheets, putting another big towl on the site Graves will sleep, because theres no way he sents him home like this and get another pair of sheets covered with a mix of cum and lube. He brings the human back, tugging him in. putting the sheets into the wasching mashien and leting the water out of the tupe, brushing his teeth and putting on some clothes on, before he also lays down. When he turns the light off Phillip is already asleep.

#call of duty #monster price #monster au #minotaur Price #cod graves #phillip graves #captain john price #price x graves

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Winter Splashes

Genre: Pure Fluff (with like a drop of angst)

↳ Writer Reader x Painter Taehyung AU

Words: 14k

Summary: Being a writer is a difficult job - you have daunting deadlines to meet, new characters to develop and constantly seek out bundles of inspiration. However, this profession also demands that you go with the flow, a simple phrase that morphs into a much bigger business issue when your book sales are on the verge of disappearing. It doesn't help that you're thrown a major curve-ball, one that leaves you asking a very ominous question:

✒ How are you supposed to write about romance?

The large brown table has a mountain of colours spewed on it, ranging from hard-covered to soft-covered, light laughs to deep wails, a short stack of words with sharp statements to a long flow of words that could have imaginations whisked away. The bound pages each have different illustrations depicted, their sheer volume only seeming to be endless when another array of them starts to form right below the table. Among all this, two words are engraved with a swirl into each of them and it’s a name that never fails to raise a hearty smile.

“Y/N L/N.”

The man on the other end repeats in the midst of your thoughts, your eyes trailing along with every book he takes out of the cardboard box. His brows are furrowed whenever he leans down, brown locks falling down onto his eyes and flush lips stretched out in wonder. He glances over at you with wide eyes from where you’re seated in the corner, the forecasted dreamy look you hold immediately vanishing into bewilderment. “There’s seriously a lot of them now.”

With a smile, you nod as he places the last batch underneath the table and turns to face you, “All of them did well in the market too.” He picks up a black book with dark purple and red swirls lining the cover, clouds of smoke in the background of a woman who holds a horrific expression, “Even after you created this,” Another book meets his hands, this time with hues of pink, blue and yellow splashed on the surface, a multitude of flowers scattered on the surface, “And then this.”

A chuckle escapes you, springing up from your seat with a cherry grin.

“Well, you know what they say!” You point a cheesy finger at him, placing a powerful hand on your hip like you were some kind of superhero, “The biggest risks will always lead to the best results.”

“Or the worst results.” He pursues his lips, “But you have managed to tackle a lot of genres in your writing, I’ll say that much.”

You stroll closer, eyes dramatically wide and mouth agape, “Was that a….compliment?”

He whips around, appearing offended. “Hey! I’ve given you plenty of compliments before.”

“You said my last book was ridiculous and that I wasn’t allowed to turn the main character into a fish.”

“Because that was ridiculous! Why would you even write something like that?!”

“It’s unique! You know, the good ol’ being interesting enough to read more?” You smirk, leaning towards him with suspicious eyes, “Are you sure you’re an actual editor, Jin?”

Seokjin rolls his eyes, placing the book in his hands down with a sigh, “I’m just saying that maybe you could try writing something simple this time around. Something without all the plot twists and weird revelations.”

You narrow your eyes, not yet ready to budge until he glares at you in exasperation, “Hm, Fair enough. So what’s hot on the market?”

You eagerly eye him, aware of his tendency to keep tabs on what the current status of the highest selling books were.

“There’s been a demand for something else recently.” His voice grows wary and you raise an eyebrow, following after him as he brings over a sealed box you’ve haven’t seen before. He slices through the tape and begins taking out the paper packaging, revealing a new set of books that don’t carry your signature.

“What is this?” You probe, picking one up that has an intricate image of a boy and a girl with glittering golden and silver eyes. “A werewolf story?”

Jin hums, “There’s other ones too.”

The books go flying from the box as you toss them out, taking one quick glance before allowing it to meet the pile you’re forming on the table. There’s covers depicting snow with a vampire, an image of a stethoscope, another of a basketball court, and heck, even one with the premise of two people switching bodies. You stare at Jin perplexed, not grasping onto how these random titles were going to be helpful to you.

He leans back, resting himself on the perch of the table. He smiles like he knows something you don’t ‒ a gesture that has you nearly pestering him for an answer until he finally speaks.

“How do you feel about romance?”

“The genre?” He nods, “I don’t know, I guess it’s nice? It’s cute and all, and that-”

He continues to smile and there’s something about it that’s unintentionally connected to the dots for you.

You’ve made up your mind already, “I can’t.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s romance!” You raise up your hands in exasperation, but Jin just stares at you, not understanding the big deal, “You know, people gushing and giggling over each other for an entire book. Who wants to read something like that??”

“This is coming from someone that wrote about a guy turning into a fish.”

“It was unique!” You chime in again, but Jin simply sighs and slides over the books you had previously yanked out.

“It’s not what the market wants though, Y/N. All of these books went on to become popular just for being in the genre.” He attempts to reason, placing his hands on your shoulders, “I still think you should give it a shot.”

Your lips set into a firm line, gaze drifting over to the atrocious covers that Jin’s lined up on the table.

You suppose it wouldn’t be so bad. After all, you’ve been through writing spurts, endlessly crafting out fantasy words in efforts of making it through the deadlines you’re faced with. You’ve faced the mixture of stress and adrenaline, desperately pushing yourself to keep going even if your tank of fuel is failing on you. You’ve spent the long hours of digging your nose into hours of research, familiarising yourself with something out of your comfort zone just for the sake of making your writing better.

But...romance?

A genre you’ve skimmed over in hopes of creating something else, a genre that you’ve barely given a second glance because…...well…

You research things. You try to improve things. And the best way to improve, is totry…...

Even though you have no clue what you’re getting yourself into.

“I don’t know…” You quietly mumble, fiddling with the bottom of your sweater. “What if it sucks?”

“You’ll never know unless you try.” Jin offers, but it doesn’t take away the unsettling feeling in your stomach from just thinking about it. He simply stares as you grow silent, letting out a sigh.

Reaching over to grab a familiar coat, he tosses it over your head. You immediately react, flabbergasted by the sudden flying article of clothing.

“What was that for?!”

“Come on.” He slides his arms through a brown one with a knowing smile, “You work based on inspiration,” He glances around the dusty office, nearly packed with opened cardboard boxes and books, “and I don’t think you’ll get much from here.”

You grin, slipping on the rough material instantly.

***

The streets are bustling, packed with crowds of people huddled together. They’re surrounded by cream coloured skyscrapers from a far distance, rows of bare oak trees lining the roads. The scent of fresh winter lingers in the air, newly arrived after the scattering of orange and red leaves on the ground.

You fist your hands up, a cheer erupting from your throat. A hand suddenly pushes through, covering your mouth.

“Why are you screaming?” Jin asks in exasperation, staring at you in disbelief when you still continue despite his attempts at halting you.

You pry his hand off, “I haven’t been outside in so long!!” You instantly run off, bumping into some civilians with no care and then giving them a cheeky wink when they glare at you. Jin rushes forward, grabbing onto you again.

He sighs, stuffing his icy hands into his coat pockets, “Y/N, you’re supposed to be a writer, not a hermit.”

“You can’t have both, Jin.” You remind him, “Plus I’ve spent hours working on my deadlines so I’m in need for some fu-Ooh! Look!”

He whirls around to see you dashing over a pile of leaves in the corner, diving headfirst into them before he can stop you. Giggles escape you as Jin can’t help but smile a bit at the display too. However, that’s when he remembers why he even offered to bring you out inside, leaning over to grasp onto your arm.

“Alright, come on Miss. Tree Lover.” He helps you up, quirking an eyebrow at the leaves currently trapped and poking out of your hair. You instantly brush them out, following him around.

“Well?” He says with hopeful eyes as you take in the busy area.

“Well what?”

“Really?” He ponders, leaning closer, “No crazy amounts of inspiration yet?”

“That’s not how it works!” You chide, “It takes more than that, you know? I gotta have a type of feeling.”

“A type of feeling?”

You roll your eyes at his obvious sarcasm, “Yeah, like I see something and the urge to write just‒”

Your eyes spark up at a particular store and before you know it, you’re yanking Jin to come along with you.

“What is it??”

“Look!” You point over to the shop burgeoning with hard bound books. Planting your hands against the window, the glass fogs with the warmth you radiate as you peer inside, seeing countless of titles you recognize.

“Aren’t those…?” Jin whispers from behind you, a huge dreamy smile crossing your lips.

“Yeah.” You glance at the familiar works in front of you, eyes carefully watching people that walk across the selves. A particular group huddled in the corner catches your attention right away, one of them flicking through pages you’ve probably dispensed part of your soul into.

She pauses at one page, eyes starting to focus in and appearing intrigued. Her lips have thinned out, lost in thought even with the group near her talking amongst themselves.

You know that look.

The excitement in your eyes instantly shifts into tenderness, simply content with watching someone hold curiosity in them from your words.

But the perfect mirage cracks.

“Hey guys, check this one out!”

The girl immediately spins around, shuffling over to view the alluring title her friend has pulled out. However, in the midst of this, the familiar hard bound pages are instantly discarded, plopped back onto the shelf without another single glance.

Your smile falls, eyes tingeing with dismay. You can only watch from afar as she swipes through new material, her attention grasped unlike before.

Sight lingering down, you recognize the type of literature she holds. It only contributes more to your sorrow, left hopelessly gazing at the genre you’ve strayed extremely far from.

Jin is silent from behind you, noticing that your immediate cheerfulness has disappeared within seconds. He’s still silent when you turn to him in disappointment, muttering the words he’s been trying to drill in your head since this morning.

“I think….I’ll give it a shot.”

He hums, gesturing for you to leave. “Just try your best, and don’t force yourself.”

You nod, following after him once you’ve managed to tear your vision away from the scene. Although you’ve come down to the resolve he’s wanted, it doesn’t help at all to take away the unsettling feeling in the pit of your stomach.

***

You already have a concept in your hands. Now all you gotta do is write it.

How hard can it be?

Within the span of ten minutes, soft thugs begin to resonate through the room. You lull you head over and over again against the surface of your table, deep exhausted sighs leaving your body.

Did you really say how hard can it be? Did the you of ten minutes ago actually think this was easy?!

Sinking back into your chair, you stare at the blank document with empty eyes. It hasn’t moved an inch in that time frame and neither have you.

Romance ‒ that’s it. Just write a story about two people falling for each other and seal the deal with a pretty looking bow.

But then why are you still stuck staring at the screen?

A groan of defeat leaves your lips and you slump against your desk. A brown-haired individual pokes by your door, raising an eyebrow.

“All good?” Jin asks. You barely move your head, an indecipherable murmur releasing from your throat.

“I see…” He hums at the answer, straightening up and leaning against the frame, “If you’re that stuck, why don’t you do some research about it? You usually like that, right?”

At the sound of the suggestion, your head immediately whips back with a hopeful glint in your eyes. Jin conceals his laughter as you start rapidly typing on your keyboard, taking that as an indication to leave you be as he goes back to editing your recent stories.

Meanwhile, you’re having the time of your life.

Of course! Research! The saving grace in a writer’s world!

You’ve done it countless times before. Whether it was about being knowledgeable in understanding the mechanics of worldbuilding, to figure out the basic meanings of things you’ve previously had no clue about.

However, the aspect you’re not accustomed to is your screen filling up with random articles.

“How to tell if you’ve met your lifetime soulmate?” You narrow your eyes, “Ten ways of getting your crush to like you back…?”

You scroll through, coming across more strange suggestions that give you zero insight for your current situation. Frowning, you wonder if you’re not searching hard enough ‒ until your eyes are left staring at the small advertisement in the corner of the screen.

“Check out the latest kdrama’s here….?” Hovering your mouse over the link, a broad spectrum of shows flood your eyes instantly. There’s a range of story types and titles, but what catches your interest the most is the tagline.

In need for some romance? Heal the woes of your lonely heart here then!

You lean back, staring at the shows. You suppose it won’t hurt to check one of them out, after all, it could give you the details you’ve been searching for.

Making up your mind, you commit the mistake of watching the first episode of a series.

***

Jin rubs his sore eyes, letting out a low yawn. He’s been unpacking more and more boxes from the publisher, carefully organizing them based on genre for the past couple of hours. After that horrendous task, he has decided to go through the latest story you’ve handed over to him, vision glued to his monitor as he highlights and circles places of improvement.

He doesn’t want to take the harsh approach, but it goes without saying that your writing has been a little lacking these days. Usually he lets you do your thing and he does his own as long as you meet the deadlines, but he wonders if you’ve sacrificed the caliber in your writing in exchange.

It isn’t terrible as you would probably take it. It still follows the unique concept trend you’ve focused on for so long. However, there seems to be something missing, something he can’t quite pinpoint even after going through pages and pages.

With a sigh, he squeezes his heavy eyes shut for a moment before narrowing in onto the screen again. But his thought process is snatched away with a loud thud, and he instantly raises his head, wondering if a book has perhaps fallen down.

Surprisingly, nothing’s fallen.

Glancing around, he can only ponder until a boisterous laugh echoes through the walls, closely followed with prolonged wails. He slowly rises from his seat, following the intense sound as the frequency increases.

He comes to a pause in front of your door, knocking softly. “Y/N?”

Instead of words, he greeted to a chain of sobs. Twisting the knob to your office, he pokes his head in.

“Y/N? Are you ok‒”

To his defence, your office looks exactly how he has initially left it. But now it’s completely dark save for the subdued corner in the room, where you lie wrapped around with a blanket. Your eyes are glued to the bright source of light in the room, namely your computer screen, and there’s a bag of popcorn alongside a box of tissues right next to you. Aside from the strange position, your cheeks are completely drenched and there’s a hysterical look to your eyes.

He doesn’t know what to say.

“Uh….”

The sound of his voice catches your attention, eyes widening, “Jin! Oh my god, Jin, it's so sad!”

“What’s sad?”

“This kdrama!” You point to your screen, “It’s so sad! First they were friends, and then they started liking each other, but then they kissed and everything went downhill after this second guy came in!”

Jin crouches down, barely able to make out what's on screen due to the excessive water sticking to it.

“You’re watching a drama?”

You hurriedly nod, “Now the girl is starting to fall for the second guy because of a misunderstanding! How are they going to fix all this?!”

“Y/N…” Jin says in exasperation, “Is this what you’ve been doing for the past couple of hours?”

You pout, hiding the device that clearly displays episode seven.

“N-No........”

Jin pretends not to see it, “Y/N, your next deadline is within two weeks. You really need to start working on this.”

He grabs hold of your arm, pulling you out of the kdrama cocoon you’ve built around yourself. You let out a deep sigh, pressing your hand against your temples.

“You’re right...I need to stop wasting time…” You whisper and Jin hums, swiveling around.

“I have to get back to editing but I’ll come back in an hour once I’m done.” You nod as he turns to leave, slumping back down on your desk with a tired exhale.

He was right. The moment you clicked onto that link, the hours spun by faster than you could count them and you’ve got nothing done at this point.

Prying open your laptop again, you resume back to the blank document.

***

Jin has assumed his words have knocked some sense into you as he makes his way back to your office.

What he doesn’t assume, is to see you sitting on the ledge of the broad window with a book in your hands.

“You’re reading…?” He wonders. Normally he wouldn’t even question it, but his eyes drift over to the blank document once again and something tells him there’s more to the story than he initially thought.

You look up surprised, as if you hadn’t expected his arrival. His eyes stray over to the title of the book in your hands, a groan leaving him.

“Oh god, not this again Y/N!”

“It’s to help me understand!” You try to reason, but Jin is short of a few words when you’re reading a bulky thick book called ‘The Philosophy Behind Romance’.

“How is this supposed to help you?” He points to the book and you defensively curl your arms around it.

“Hear me out for a minute!” You quickly place it in your hands and rapidly flip through the pages. “Romantic love is considered to be a relation higher than the metaphysical and stems from a desire that transcends the physical body.”

Jin frowns, “What does that even mean?”

“I have no idea. But!” You hastily intervene as Jin looks like he’s about to protest, “I think it can help me with creating the story.”

“I don’t think any of this is going to work.”

“What?” He walks over, taking the book out of your hands and straight up discarding it into your trash can. “HEY!”

“You’re starting to run out of fuel.” He states, noticing the way your expression sours. You know he’s right, but won’t admit it. “You need to get away from all this.”

He gestures to the book and the blank document you still have pulled up, reminding you of the ill circumstance you had yet to do something about.

A dreary sigh leaves your lips, brows knitted together, “I’m trying Jin, I really am.” You gesture to the same empty document, “It’s just so hard. I-....I don’t know what to do.”

Jin places a hand on your shoulder, nodding, “You’re out of your comfort zone and you’re having writer’s block. It’s understandable, but I don’t think research is what's going to help you this time.”

You pout at that, but then Jin swivels around and hands your coat to you.

“Why don’t you try going out for a walk? Clear out your mind and come back with some fresh inspiration?”

“That doesn’t sound too bad…” You reminisce. Tugging your arms through the sleeves, Jin smiles and opens the door for you, ushering you towards the stairs that descend down. You wave at him before disappearing, hoping to yourself that you can get something out of this to clear away the clouds brewing over your creative mind.

***

Glittering stars fill up the night sky, a bright crescent moon twinkling and illuminating the empty roads. Save for the sound of awake crickets and the faint honking of cars nearby, the sidewalk you trudge on is completely silent.

It offers a different scenery compared to your cramped office room, something you didn’t realize you would appreciate as much until it dawns on you that you’ve probably spent several hours in the midst of trying to figure out your story instead of actually writing it. After all, you have been posed with a solid issue and as time spins by, you begin to think that it’s more than doing some mere research could possibly resolve.

Tugging the hem of your coat closer to your red nose, your eyes glance around. You attempt to take some of Jin’s advice to heart, pondering if anything nearby can perhaps spark a flame of inspiration that you’ve been desperately lacking.

That’s when you see it.

Your brows furrow and you have to blink your eyes twice for it to make sense. Sheer curiosity traps you as you saunter over, tilting your head to the side and then to the opposite direction until you blink once more.

Strokes of black and blue envelope the delicate white background that peeks through, specks of gray and white blotted carefully where the lines meet. There’s a peculiar circular shape portrayed in the middle of it, messily splattered with a hue of dull yellow. It looks like something you’ve come across before, something that felt familiar, something that‒

Your eyes look up, the same image appearing right above you.

A frown mars your lips and when your vision focuses back on the piece, a head full of blonde hair sticks out from behind it.

You’re almost ready to unleash a scream, not quite expecting movement from the presumed stationary canvas. You hear a soft sound, seemingly sounding like a low mumble, before silence takes over again. Raising an eyebrow, you take a step forward.

It occurs to you that the canvas you had noticed was actually perched up against a wooden bench, and on that bench, is a person that’s sleeping.

You hesitantly peer at them, noticing that the stranger was in fact a man. He appears to be in the middle of a snooze fest, chest lightly rising in the midst of soft snores escaping him. His face is entirely covered with a black beret, strands of blonde hair peeking out.

There’s a list of questions in your mind, starting from why he was randomly lying down on the bench in the middle of the night to the painting that’s positioned next to his head. While the absurd scenarios explaining his situation run through your mind, his arm moves and you experience your second heart attack for the day.

The beret falls down onto his lap as he stretches his arms, a deep yawn passes by his lips. You remain frozen as he does so, having moved a couple inches away once it dawned on you how odd it would probably be if he found out you were staring.

He sleepily blinks his eyes, narrowing them at you. You’re about to explain yourself, but he instead asks you a question.

“What time is it?”

“Uh…” You scramble around for your phone, the screen lighting up, “11:34pm.”

He hums, getting up and dusting off his jeans. Grabbing the fallen beret, he pushes the strands of his blonde hair back into the hat, revealing strong eyebrows underneath. He pulls out an old camera, hanging it around his neck and letting it drop down onto the brown coat he wears.

His feline-like eyes glance at you in wonder, drastically different from his sleeping appearance on the bench. You let out an awkward cough, a light hue of pink spreading over your skin.

After a moment of silence, he speaks up.

“Do you like my painting?” You raise your brows and blink.

“Your painting?” He nods, a soft proud smile looping on his lips. You peer at the artwork in curiosity again. “You made this?”

He hums, observing it with you, “I waited for hours to paint it.”

He points to the sky and the image finally begins to piece together for you. The black and blue embodying the sky, the shimmering stars scattered all over and the radiant moon, painted so brightly in the centre of all of it.

“You waited out here to paint the sky?”

A drawn out sigh escapes him, “Yep. I’m kind of stuck in a rut, you see.” He gestures to the painting again with a somber look in his eyes, “I wanted to paint something different, but I didn’t have any ideas, so I came out here instead to get the experience.”

“Experience?”

He hums, “It’s a lot easier to experience the moment than having to imagine it in your head.”

“R-Right…” You whisper, still staring at his painting like you were stuck in the middle of a daze. You’re alarmed when he suddenly bends down and picks up the canvas with one arm, pivoting around to face you.

“I have to get going now. Spent too much time painting that I didn’t get enough sleep.” He warmly smiles at you, outstretching his hand, “It was nice meeting you.”

You take it confused and he gives you a small nod before leaving. You watch his back disappear, gaze averting to the large canvas tucked underneath his arm.

Spinning around to head back, you dwell on his words more than you would like.

Maybe this whole time your writer’s block was stemming from something else, something you truly didn’t realize was important until now.

Experience.

But how do you experience something that’s supposed to be completely natural? Something you’re utterly clueless about?

Letting out an exhale, it seems like there’s only one person who can give you clear answers.

***

You start off the next morning at a place you would never consider yourself to express interest in.

The art museum.

You recall hearing whispers and murmurs of a new art showcase going on, your curiosity only seeming to drag you there. The sudden spike in motivation causes Jin to question about your early departure, to which you retort that you’re drawing closer to grasping a solid idea for your story.

Heading in, the gallery is completely adorned in pieces of art. There’s various types ‒ paintings, sculptures, graphic design ‒ you name it. You don’t realize you’re standing in awe until a couple behind you urges you to keep moving, an action that strains a sheepish smile across your lips as you hurriedly scurry away.

You constantly glance around, observing each work you come across. One painting captures your attention, hues of pastel pink and mint green mixed together on the overlay of a figure carrying a smaller figure in their hands. Your lips set into a firm line as you draw closer, eyes tracing the outline.

“You won’t understand it better if you keep staring at it like that.”

You whirl around at the sound of the voice, not quite expecting to run right into the person you were searching for. The man smirks, wearing the same brown coat you saw him in last time.

“How would you interpret it then?”

He takes a step closer, narrowing his eyes in a way you did and you scoff at his mimicry.

“I think it’s a painting of a mother and a child. She’s embracing her child and rocking them to sleep.” He points to the outline, “The colors are supposed to represent a sense of joy and relief with having her child in her arms.”

You blink, managing to piece together everything he said perfectly. The figures do appear like a mother and child, and the colors only emphasize the warmth the outline portrays.

“Woah.” You whisper, probably having not realized all that unless someone told you, “How did you figure that out?”

He smiles, “I’m the one who painted it.”

“Oh.” A chuckle escapes him at your embarrassment and you sheepishly smile. Your eyes are drawn to the painting again, but this time you narrow down on the faint signature at the bottom.

“V?” You raise an eyebrow, “Is that your name?”

He softly shakes his head, “That’s just what I use for my art. My actual name is Kim Taehyung.”

You hum and he leans forward, eyes curious.

You automatically shift away, averting your eyes from his strong gaze. “What?”

“This is the part where you introduce yourself.”

“Oh, right.” You outstretch your hand, “Y/N L/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” He shakes your hand and swivels around, tilting his head as a means for you to follow him, “Come on, I’ll show you around.”

You nod, hurriedly rushing behind him as he points out several pieces and their artists. You take occasional glances around at other pieces of artwork as well, one with a solemn blue background depicting a mountain catching your eyes instantly.

“That’s really pretty.” You point out, and Taehyung endearingly laughs, glancing at you peculiarly.

“I wonder if I should be flattered that you seem to like all my work.”

“Y-You painted that one too?”

“Yep, this gallery is pretty new so a lot of my work is in here.” He slightly turns his head, enough to see you behind him, “What about you? Got a real keen eye for art?”

“Not really…” You truthfully admit, “I just happened to be walking by and thought I check it out.”

He raises an eyebrow, “Are you sure about that?”

“What do you mean?”

He suddenly pauses, causing you to stop on your heels before you plummet right into him, “Are you sure you’re not stalking me since yesterday?”

Your eyes enlarge, “What?! No, of course not! I just came in here because I heard about the recent showcase and thought...uh...” A deep sigh leaves you from your horrible inability to lie properly, “Thought I might run into you…”

Taehyung pursues his lips, “Now that’s something I’m not sure if I should be creeped out or flattered by.”

“Please don’t be creeped out!” You raise up your hands in defence, opting to tell him the truth, “I’m just stuck in the middle of writing a book and then I saw you yesterday…you were talking about how experiencing something helps you with your art…”

His voice spikes up in awe, “You’re a writer?”

You nod, “Ah, so different cameras but similar lenses…”

“Huh?”

“Nothing, don’t worry about it.” He fully turns to face you, a huge grin on his lips, “I don’t know if I’ll be of much use, but I can help you out if you’d like.”

“Really?” Your eyes spark up, “Thank you so much, I-I can’t believe you would want to help me out…”

“You’ve seen me being stuck in a rut.” He smiles, “I know the feeling.��

You warmly return his smile, tempted to ask him more about his experiences in painting when a woman with a clipboard suddenly approaches the two of you.

She intervenes, “Mr. Kim, the gallery would like to confirm your next showcase.”

His eyes widen, “Ah, yes-” You watch as he shoves his hand into his coat pocket, hurriedly fishing around.

He yanks out a small card, handing it to you, “It has all my contact information on it, shoot me a message whenever you have the chance.”

You quickly take the card before he’s dragged away, sending him a nod in response. He grins, waving you farewell before turning and weaving through the crowds of people viewing the showcase.

Gyrating around, you think it’s best you head back as well, knowing that Jin will be suspicious of the length of your disappearance. As you exit the museum, you glance down, reading the contents of the card.

The background is an array of colours ‒ ranging from blues, greens, reds and even yellows that are splattered in a way that seems to form a tornado. His art name and phone number are in the corner, eerily reminiscent of the way he paints his pieces ‒ drawing you in with the outlays and colours before declaring himself.

The corner of your mouth quirks up.

***

You set out the next morning, the sun beginning to shine brighter as you head closer to your destination.

You find him by the river, an old camera hanging from his neck ‒ just like the first time you had found him by the bench.

A grin makes its way to his lips, his hand waving for you when you begin to draw closer.

“Have difficulty finding it?” He gestures to the river behind you.

You shake your head, keeping a pondering finger to your lips, “Not really, I’ve been here before. I usually go over there to see the book shops.”

You point over to the area you had last visited with Jin, reminiscing about finding your own books there.

Taehyung raises an eyebrow, “You’re a fan of reading other’s books?”

“Of course!” You nervously chuckle, “It’s always great to see what other writers do with their books as well!”

Taehyung stares at you for a moment, his gaze unwavering.

“You went to go see your own books?”

You sigh, squeezing your eyes, “I went to go see my own books.”

Taehyung lets out a low chuckle and you look down, biting your bottom lip.

“I’ll admit, it is a little odd‒”

“Not at all.” He shakes his head, “You found me at my own showcase, didn’t you?”

You blink, “Right…”

He shrugs, “It’s a thing for everyone who creates. You want to see how the public reacts to your art.”

You hum, a tad bit surprised by his straightforwardness. It’s an aspect that no creator would take into consideration first hand, but it’s an integral part of being one.

The public always warrants how art is received, after all.

Taehyung lifts his camera, adjusting his lenses before snapping a picture of the bookstore. You watch in confusion as he examines the picture.

“I’m surprised you like taking photos.” You innocently inquire, “Does it help you paint?”

Taehyung glances at you.

“You know the feeling of trying to stop time?”

Your brows knit together and he softly smiles, “When you take a picture, you capture a moment and stop time for a second. It isn't long, but it’s enough for a photograph.”

You watch as he slips his hand into his coat pocket, showcasing a small array of photographs. Images of the sun setting with mixes of bold orange and solemn blue are shown to you, another with a stream of ducks making ripples within the water. There’s ones of buildings and people too, but all of them are taken in angles that are captivating shots of laughter and shots of despair that could have easily been missed if the photograph had a lapse of time.

It almost reminds you of when you’re attempting to capture a particular scene in your mind as your fingertips glide on your keyboard, drawing in an atmosphere that has the reader’s senses all working.

The corner of Taehyung’s mouth curls, observing the gears in your head turning.

It only takes you a handful of seconds to notice, a bashful smile lining your lips.

“Writing is like that too, not exactly similar⎯” You retract immediately, “But trying to draw in the five senses around you and bringing it out into literature…”

You glance up at Taehyung, curious to see if you were making any sense at this point. He’s no longer facing you at this point. Instead his body is facing the river, eyes fluttering shut.

There’s a spark in your own, and you hurriedly continue.

“Like this river isn’t just the scene,” You point out, “it’s the sun shining down and reflecting on the surface near the moss. It’s the birds crossing alongside the path and the voices of people nearby echoing. It’s the faint breeze in the air and the smell of greenery.”

“It’s peaceful,” Taehyung hums in content, “and calming.”

A soft smile crosses your features, “That’s what writing is like for me, taking inspiration from the real world and capturing it all into words.”

His eyes open and you notice the knowing gaze he holds, as if everything that you’ve tried to explain is second nature to him.

“So what has you stuck?” He inquires.

A deep sigh escapes you, the acknowledgement occurring that he was actually here to help with your current predicament.

“A new genre.” You admit with a grimace, “I’ve written plenty of different ones before, but there were always ones I understood well and I had no problem with creating stories from them.”

You continue, “And even if it was hard, I’ve always been able to figure it out somehow, you know? If I didn’t know about something, I would research it. If I was confused, I look it up-”

You decide to stop yourself, knowing that those outlets hadn’t been much help at this point. “I’m just…really out of my element, and the worst part is that it’s exactly what the market wants right now.”

You cross your arms, a small pout landing on your lips. It’s not like that you haven’t been vocal about your frustrations, but more so that you’re just slumped, unable to conjure anything up onto that document with the slightest clue of where to even begin.

Taehyung ‒ who had been quietly observing you the entire time ‒ puts his camera down and places his finger on his chin.

“Sometimes when I struggle to paint something new, I procrastinate.” You arch up a brow, “Like bad procrastinate. My canvas starts to collect dust.”

A chuckle escapes you and he smiles, “But then I try to think why I’m procrastinating. Do I just not feel like painting? Or is it because of something else…?”

He stares at you intently, like he’s waiting for you to finish his sentence.

You ponder, “I guess…I’m scared in a way? Of not knowing what I’m doing.”

He hums, “When that happens, I like taking out my camera. Going around and taking pictures not only gives me experience, but also lets me experience my surroundings better.” He glances around until his eyes land on you, “Sometimes I can find inspiration. Sometimes I can find interesting individuals.”

Your eyes round and he turns, angling himself back a bit and taking a snapshot of the river. You peer over his shoulder and he moves closer to you so you can view the picture better.

It’s pretty ‒ he was able to get the forecast of the sun over the bank of the river perfectly, alongside the little daisies growing alongside the shore.

“Nice?” He wonders and you nod, face brightening, “Good. Now just don’t ask me to paint it, that’ll be scary for me.”

You laugh and he turns to walk down the bank of the river with a smile.

***

The next time you get an opportunity to meet Taehyung, there’s a whirlwind in the sky.

It’s been a couple of weeks since your first encounter with him at the art gallery, but regrets are thrown all over the place the moment the wind blasts through your hair. The chills run down your spine, pickling at your skin as you squeeze your eyes shut.

Jin tells you not to go, or at most, to re-schedule. But a part of you is incredibly stubborn, frustration running through you when you know you’ll just end up in the same place ‒ staring at that blank document for endless hours.

As you hug your body as much as you can, you strut down the bustling street and glance back and forth.

Taehyung thankfully appears within a couple of seconds, his silhouette emerging from across the street.

Your eyes round.

He wears the same brown coat he always wears, but this time there’s no beret on his head. Instead his blonde locks are pushed back by the wind, his strong brows furrowed and eyes closed as he tries to navigate himself against the vicious breeze.

You’re not sure if it's the cold nipping at your cheeks or the shiver running through you, but the way your cheeks burn is enough to notice.

He glances up, eyes locking with yours. A wide smile stretches up on his lips that nearly makes you falter.

“Y/N.”

His deep voice calls your name, concern crossing his features.

“Have you been waiting long?”

You shake your head, “I-I just got here.”

“That’s good.” He hums, glancing around. “Not exactly my ideal weather, if I do say.”

You laugh, “I’m surprised my ears haven’t managed to fall off yet.”

The corner of his mouth lifts and before you know it, he’s extending his arm forward. You glance at him surprised, but he nudges you and then gestures in the opposite direction.

“Come on.”

You slip your hand in, linking your arms together. Taehyung begins to walk forward, navigating you around the busy marketplace. Surveying around, there’s various stores lined up across the edge of the street, vendors alike having many displays for you to view.

There wasn’t anything in particular for you to buy, but Taehyung had suggested that it would be good for you to come out with him and explore the new area. It makes you wonder if he wanted you to get more experience going out since after all, you spent more of your time writing and being bit of a hermit.

You peer over at him, noticing his eyes occasionally flickering and observing all the stalls he went past. It was one thing you had learned about Taehyung quickly, that it didn’t matter where he was or what he was doing, he always had this way of taking in his surroundings carefully, like he was studying every aspect.

That’s when you hear a soft gasp escape him, his hand finding yours as he rushes forward. His feet then come to an abrupt halt and you nearly trip between your own two feet.

Regaining your balance, you peer over his shoulder and notice his eyes are sparkling. Before you have a chance to question any of it, your hand is being tugged again, the bell to the store’s door ringing above you.

Your most straightforward assumption at this point was that the store must have had something to do with painting, but you’re pleasantly surprised to find yourself surrounded with pieces of clay, all decorated with bold and bright colours on various shelves.

Ceramic Art.

You distinctly recall reading about it in a book once, but had never gotten the opportunity to see it up front and close.

A piece captures your eyes immediately, your brows drawing together.

“That’s a unique one.” Taehyung remarks, stepping to stand beside you.

Quirking an eyebrow, the question lingers in your mind.

“I didn’t know you did ceramic art as well.”

Taehyung chuckles, “I actually don’t.” He puts his hands within the pockets of his coat, “It isn’t my area of expertise, but I like seeing different forms of art. Ironically, I find the way of expressing it to be the exact same.”

You blink as Taehyung steps away, taking strides towards other surrounding pieces of art and inspecting them. You’re left staring as he gazes at a pot that’s been shaped similar to a moon, swirls of dark blue and yellow specks decorating the smooth ceramic.

You can’t help the smile that stretches across your lips.

“It looks just like something you would have painted.”

Taehyung frowns, before the corners of his mouth quirk up. “I didn’t even notice, I just thought it looked beautiful.”

“You definitely have a good eye for art.”

“It would appear so.” He lightly laughs, turning around to view more of the art.

A part of you curiously lingers, walking up to him.

You peer over, “Does this mean you see my writing as art too?”

“Of course.” His head snaps back, “Art’s all about expression, doesn’t matter what medium you choose.”

Your face lights up.

“However,” He brings up and your eyes widen, “Every artist is never the same. People always have different stories to tell and that’s completely okay. That’s what makes them all unique.”

A glimmer enters your eyes. After the endless frustrations with your recent book, his words do send you a sense of reassurance. It can sometimes be difficult to have someone else understand why you do things the way you do ‒ even you and Jin have had your fair share of arguments over various disagreements ‒ but it all pinpointed to seeing everything in a different perspective.

You grin, “I can understand that.”

His eyes soften, “I think it also means that some genres can be harder than others, but everyone can bring their unique take on them.”

Brows lifting, your gaze fixates on him. But he spins around, gesturing for you to come over and to observe more art with him.

You walk over with no hesitation.

***

The following time you find Taehyung, fall is still letting her leaves shed and he invites you over to his studio.

A part of you is beaming with excitement ‒ having only ever seen his artistic ways when he was attempting to paint the stars and you had coincidentally stumbled across him that night. But a part of you can’t shake away the jitters, jitters that you don’t want to spend time trying to understand, deciding to just push it all away as you set out for the day.

The wind is gustful, snipping at your nose and cheeks. Hues of warm orange and bright yellow litter the ground and top the trees, the sun hiding behind grey clouds that ever so let droplets of water release.

It’s scenery that grasps you within its clutches, glimmering your eyes with awe and leaving your mouth agape.

And it’s the same scenery that he seeks to capture.

You have the simple pleasure of watching as he draws lines of jade for the trees and splatters on specks of orange and yellow. He scrambles to paint the few individuals that walk past his vision, capturing their essence into carefully placed frames.

His art style lingers between mimicking the surroundings but somehow elevating it as well, drawing in the observer with his interesting use of colour and texture.

You can only seem to watch, lost in it as well.

Time flies from you as he adds the final touches to his piece and you finally notice the way his hands are completely stained, some paint having even made its way to his nose. His brushes have seen the light of day, piled next to him in a canister.

And in the midst of it, he looks upon his painting and grins. He turns to you for the first time since you’ve arrived, breaking the complete silence as he laughs with his deep tone.

“Well, that was a lot of fun.”

You can’t help but burst into laughter as well, completely astounded by the difference in his demeanour. Astounded how easily you saw both a painter in his element and a man in his twenties observing his surroundings within the same split second.

You end up helping him clean each of his used brushes, watching him walk down the street with you as paint still remains on his face and hands.

***

“Someone seems to be doing well for themselves.”

The retort breaks you out of your thoughts, your eyes snapping up.

“Huh?” There’s a book encased within your hands, one of the few titles you had referenced in writing your mystery story.

Jin laughs under his breath. He hasn’t been able to see much of you for a while, only just knowing that you had met a painter by the name of Taehyung and he was all you would talk about these days.

He tucks away a book in his own hands, “You were smiling so much that I assumed everything has been working out. Has Taehyung’s advice been that helpful?”

Your eyes twinkle, spinning around on your heels.

“It has been! He’s so much fun to talk to, and he’s got great insight, Jin.” Your smile widens, “Who knew seeing eye to eye with a painter would be so easy?”

Jin grins, “It’s definitely got you in high spirits, I can tell you that.”

“I need to introduce you to him, Jin. I think you’ll get along great!” You chirp, reaching down to open another box.

“Woah, woah,” Jin draws closer, halting you, “I’ll take care of that, you’ve got some writing to do, remember?”

A giant pout arises on your lips, “But I said I was going to help you.”

“And you will, by writing for your new book.” He points out, “Spending time with Taehyung should have sparked something, no?”

You hum defeatedly, knowing he had a point. You had spent so much of your time with him, it was only hopeful that his words would have incited some creativity to strike you.

Letting out a big sigh, you drag yourself back to your desk and open up your computer, the blank document is showcased once again to your eyes.

***

You want to pound your head against the table.

The good news is that your document is no longer left blank. There’s rough jot notes littered on it, some random junctions from the brainstorming you were doing on ideas for the story. You’re trying to indulge your unique perspective onto the story, concepts for certain scenes stemming from a cool night out in the stars, a riverside and a busy marketplace.

But it isn’t enough.

The bad news is that you, out of all people, know that ideas are just a base. You need to build up a coherent story from it, create characters, create dynamics. And you have none of those at this moment.

It’s like all the surface level information is just complete, not the heart of your story.

You contemplate on how to begin, eyes sweeping over the jot notes listed on your document countless times. You start pulling at anything in your mind, anything that could be linked to writing romance.

A deep exhale leaves your lips, shoulders slumping down. Your hand reaches out for your mouse, closing the document tab before going to the search bar, the urge to delve in and research the topic tempting you.

You know you had tried to take a different approach with this, tried not to linger too much on the various articles, but despite the unique types of experiences you’ve had in the last couple of weeks, there still isn’t an answer to the question in your mind.

How do people even start to fall in love?

You’re in the midst of searching the question, eyes already filtering through various articles ‒ when suddenly there's a flicker in your dim eyes.

Halting your racing fingertips against the keyboard, the mouse in your hands is abandoned.

You shoot up from your desk, yanking the door wide open and running outside.

***

Jin hums a soft tone in the serene silence, opening up a box to unload the books onto the table. He’s been set on organising the newer ones that had just come in, attempting to distract himself before he checks in on you and your progress with your writing.

The door comes bursting open.

The book slips through his fingers and a blood-curdling scream escapes his throat. He spins around, brows furrowed together.

You stand in a starfish stance at the door, eyes wild and breathing heavy.

“What happened?!” Jin questions, holding a frantic hand against his racing heart.

“You‒” You raise a shaking finger at him, still gasping for air. Jin wonders why you even decided to run so fast when he’s literally a couple of doors away. “You have a girlfriend.”

He blinks, sheer unamusement crossing his features, “Seriously? That shouldn’t be news to you!”

“I know!” You raise your hands in defence, “But I have some questions I want to ask you.”

He cranes his head to the side, “You’re going to interview me?”

“Kind of.” Jin doesn’t have time to react when you’re already reaching out for a chair, dragging it closer to him.

He sits down opposite to you with a groan, “At least tell me this is for the book.”

“Hold on.” You settle down, scrutinising him, “Do you love your girlfriend?”

A scoff escapes him, “Of course I do!”

“Good, now how did you fall in love?”

Jin blinks, surprised by the genuine question. You seem interested as well, eyeing him intently.

“We met back in college.” He softly smiles, his complexion tinting pink, “She was close to someone in my friend circle and I thought she was really cute.”

“Was it love at first sight?”

“Sort of.” Jin tilts his head, “She was kind, but I wanted to get to know her before anything so we became friends first.” He explains, “Eventually, I realised I liked her a lot and asked her out.”

You hum and Jin doesn’t even realize you’re writing something down, pen in hand as you scribble onto a piece of paper.

“I can’t believe you wanted to hear about my experience.” He remarks.

“Well, I don’t really understand the romance genre in general.” You mumble, still writing. “And Taehyung said that sometimes experiencing things can help with his art, so I thought talking to someone who has experience would help me.”

Jin quirks a brow, a scrutinising look brewing in his eyes. It catches you off guard when you finally look up, taken aback by him surveying you.

“What?”

He narrows his eyes, “What’s the deal with Taehyung?”

You stare at him wide-eyed. “Deal? What deal?”

“You know what I mean.” Leaning back in his chair, he crosses his arms. The suspicious look in his eyes doesn’t disappear. “Ever since you met him, there's been a lot of ‘Taehyung this’ and ‘Taehyung that’.”

You sigh, his words drawing out a conclusion from you.

“He’s not being distracting, Jin.” You firmly state, much to his surprise. It was always a rare occasion for you to be completely serious. “I’ve learned a lot from him, and he’s truly really fascinating and inspiring to be around.”

A soft smile spreads on your features, recalling all the fond times Taehyung was either teaching you about the way he viewed the world or the places he would take you to explore.

You’re so caught up in your own thoughts that you don’t realize that Jin is still staring at you, the suspicion only increasing further in his eyes.

Jin doesn’t beat around the bush this time.

“Do you like Taehyung?”

You nearly choke, reality bringing you back as the air leaves your lungs in an instant. Glancing up at Jin mortified, you wonder how he drew up that conclusion.

“W-What?! No!” A hue of pink scatters onto your cheeks and Jin quirks his head to the side, like he’s not impressed.

“Really?” He wonders out loud, “Since that museum trip of yours, your head seems to be up in the clouds and as someone knowledgeable in the romance department,” He flutters his fingers like he’s throwing sparkles at you, “I’m starting to think otherwise.”

“That’s crazy!” You retorted in defence, “I can’t like Taehyung!”

“You can’t?” He says playfully, “That’s far from don’t.”

You hurriedly get up, collecting the notes you’ve written. “I-I need to get back to writing.”

The corners of Jin’s lips lift, since this is the first time he hasn’t had to ask you himself to work on your book.

***

He’s just assuming.

You think, hurriedly slipping into your chair. Tapping on your computer, you wait for the pitch black screen to light up.

There was no possible way. Taehyung was simply just helping you with your writer’s slump.

Blinking your eyes a couple of times, you attempt to shake away the lingering thoughts and bring yourself back into focus for this novel.

Only for your eyes to land right on your lit screen, the search you had begun popping in front of your face.

The curiosity is drawn out from you, and before you know it, you begin to scroll.

Majority of them fall within the same bracket of the research you were attempting to do in the beginning process of this book, with links advertising love advice and even counselling. A new link to a kdrama even pops up, something you have to will yourself to ignore.

Until one article crosses your eyes, one that has you more curious than ever.

Having difficulty in finding out if you’ve fallen in love? Find out here!

You frown, hovering over it for a split second. But then you shake your head, reciting to yourself that it was for the sake of writing the novel.

The articles flashes before you, paragraphs of information presented that you proceed to skim through.

“Falling in love is compared with the feeling of euphoria…”

You mumble under your breath, moving past it.

“....There is a semblance of love and trust…”

An idea for a climax ‒ you note ‒ that would tie in nicely with the finale of a romance book.

“...Rifts are commonly experienced…”

You have to create conflict somehow, maybe a difference in opinions.

“Usually the act of falling in love progresses within five steps𑁋“

Your nose crinkles, the corner of your lips twitching.

“There’s steps?” You mutter, body abruptly freezing. Drawing closer to your screen, your eyes slowly drift over the words.

“Stages are reached, each increasing with the notion of being in love. They are known as,”

Attraction.

Curiosity.

Attachment.

Denial.

Acceptance.

It’s a list.

Your genre can follow a list?

Tossingthe thought into the back of your mind, you eagerly continue, curiosity running haywire at this point.

“Attraction is the initial stage, symbolising the origin of interest and can be considered on physical guidelines.”

“Curiosity follows as second, with interest in the person only increasing as time passes by.”

“Attachment signifies the creation of a bond, the mind filled with new thoughts and changes.”

“Denial is the hesitance, acting against any forms of acceptance.”

“Acceptance. Welcoming the thought that you have fallen in love.”

Your mouth twists, each stage sounding more vague and philosophical as the one that came before it. The thought of digging out your ‘The Philosophy Behind Romance’ book from where it was discarded suddenly occurs, until you find yourself re-reading the stages a couple of times over again.

As you lean back into your chair, there’s a glint in your eyes.

Your biggest mistake was assuming you had the willpower to wave off the lingering thoughts, because they come pouring right back in before you can stop them.

If by any chance, he was right𑁋

The stages would have to be followed….

Right?

You cross your arms, skimming through the contents once again.

Attraction.

Did you find Taehyung attractive?

You recall first finding him underneath the glittering moonlight, his sleeping form residing on the bench and his artwork displayed just inches away from him. You can remember him stirring, his feline like eyes holding a strong gaze that almost made you lose your breath.

It’s the same gaze he holds while he’s painting, you pinpoint, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

You abruptly blink, shaking your head.

Curiosity.

To say you didn’t find Taehyung interesting, would have been a huge understatement.

He was different from you, but not in a way that you couldn’t understand. Instead, you found yourself a lot more alike than you had expected, his artistic lens meeting yours.

Attachment.

What even is that?

You can’t help but ponder, thinking at the most you were attached to your writing and books, having an avid imagination since you were young and always finding your footsteps gravitating towards the library. You would find yourself absolutely consumed with the different worlds, eventually leading you towards a career within it.

It was a bond in a way ‒ one that you would always have.

Your lips pursue, a hardened expression taking over.

Was it possible to have the same feeling with another person?

You let out a long sigh, eyes flickering over to the next stage.

Denial.

You freeze.

The hesitance, acting against any forms of acceptance.

The thought snaps into your head unannounced and soon you’re scrambling, attempting to get back to working on your book.

A low chuckle leaves you, tinged with nervousness.

“There’s no possible way…”

***

You stand awkwardly in front of the door, swaying between your two feet.

The home before you is small, looking only to being one-story high and consisting of old granite. There’s an exceptional amount of greenery near it, with a small garden at the side where you can notice subtle cherry tomatoes growing.

There was no telling how you could have best reacted when Taehyung had suddenly messaged you, asking if you would like to come over. You had accepted as always, but you didn’t realize what that exactly entailed until you were standing a mere couple of footsteps away from his door.

Looking down, you groan, wishing Jin had never said anything to you.

The sound of a lock turning has you abruptly on guard, the door yanking open before you can even collect yourself.

And it seems like Taehyung doesn’t give you that opportunity either.

He’s dressed in a casual tee and sweatpants, blonde hair falling to his eyes and a bit ruffled. It’s a stark contrast to constantly seeing him in his brown coat and beret, a casualness that feels too utterly unfamiliar for you.

“Hi.” He says in a low voice, greeting you with a warm smile.

For a moment, you could feel time stopping ‒ one simple thought occurring to you.

He really is beautiful.

Taehyung seems to notice your daze, brows furrowing for a moment.

“Y/N?”

“Uh, hi!” You squeak, probably too many octaves too high.

“Is everything okay?” He ponders and you aggressively shake your head, to which Taehyung stares at you peculiarly for, but ultimately decides to take your word for it.

“Come in.” He steps back in and leaves the door open for you, gesturing to you to follow. You carefully step forward, getting welcomed to the humble abode he calls his home.

The inside is spacious and ornate, the walls being painted with striking colours and light decorations littering the area. The interior seems to match the exterior in a way, appearing rustic but unique at the same time.

It’s cozy. And comforting.

“I apologize for it being messy.” Taehyung states from behind you, quickly picking up a couple of art books on the ground and moving them into a nearby shelf. “My two roommates left to go out of town, and I’ve been here by myself.”

“That’s okay.” You say right away, only to realize that also meant the two of you were alone in here.

He seems to read your mind as well, quickly continuing, “I brought you here for a reason, though I’m not too sure how you’ll take to it.”

You glance at him confused and he walks past you, heading towards one of the doors in the hallway.

Following behind him, he turns to face you. “You saw what my recent art pieces were like at the showcase, but I wanted to do something different for my next pieces. Something more abstract," He explains, eyes lighting up, “and something that’s a bit more fun.”

He opens the door and your mouth falls agape. Because before you is a completely empty room and in the center of it stands a giant blank canvas.

“What…?” You whisper in awe, walking towards it. Taehyung leans against the door frame, a huge grin on his face as he watches you.

You turn, “What is this?”

“I know you’ve been struggling with your novel,” He confesses, “and I thought we could paint this together. Give your creative mind a nice break.”

You’re still in disbelief and he struts up next to you, a playful tone in his voice you’ve never heard before. “Of course, I’ll give you credit for being part of my piece.”

A laugh escapes you, shaking your head at his antics.

Your eyes connect with his.

“Let’s do this.”

***

A wave of light orange splatters diagonally onto the white of the canvas.

You glance at it surprised, the bucket of paint still in your hands.

Taehyung chuckles, amused with your aim. “Not bad, Y/N.”

You smile, putting it down as Taehyung grabs a bright green one, putting all his force into it.

It splatters in the opposite direction, almost creating an ‘X’ shape.

He whistles at the sight and you dash over to the other buckets, kneeling down for another colour. Taehyung had luckily lent you his clothes for the occasion so as to not ruin your own, but as a result the clothes you adorned were a bit bigger in size, hanging off your frame.

You pick up a white in curiosity and Taehyung fondly watches as you quirk your head side to side, ultimately deciding to just go with it.

Chucking the colour against the canvas, the white creates a splatter right in the center. Taehyung hurriedly rushes over to you, a can of smaller paints in his hands with different colours. You chuckle at his eagerness and the way his hands are already stained with colour.

“Keep going,” He encourages, eyes brighter than you have ever seen, “It looks incredible.”

You nod enthusiastically, taking the smaller ones and splattering them across. They come out this time as blots and lines, giving more dimension to the base you and Taehyung first made.

After having used all your energy in attempting to add in more depth with the shapes and colours, Taehyung continues, following your streaks instead of disrupting them. He’s always had an exceptional visual eye, understanding perfectly on where to pick up where you left off, and it’s definitely another one of things you’ve adored about him.

Taehyung’s eyes are wide, a childish glint in them that you’re so happy to have been able to witness. But you don't know that it matches the same glint residing in your own eyes, mischievousness running through every fibre of your body when you pick up a small bucket of blue.

He turns and before he has the chance to say anything to you, a hue of azure blue covers half of his face.

He blinks in shock for a moment, hand coming up to swipe and realize that there was indeed paint on his face. However, his eyes flicker up to connect with yours and all he can see is you grinning from ear to ear.

It doesn’t take long for him to pick up a red that lands all over the front of your shirt and side of your ear.

From there, it’s like a chord’s snapped.

Colours are flying back and forth, from high to low volumes, and in the midst of all this, yours and Taehyung’s voice are running loud, laughs and giggles echoing around the room. As if two children are playing together rather than two adults simply trying to paint.

Taehyung matches your energy so well, attempting to create even more chaos when there’s orange landing directly on your hair after you skillfully managed to get a splatter of purple on his. It’s when the paint shoots out from your hair onto the canvas that an idea occurs to him, his blue covered hand slipping onto yours.

“Wait, Y/N!”

You freeze, staring at him puzzled. He takes your hand, leading you into the front of the canvas before backing away, gazing at you with intent.

The look in his eyes makes you fidget a bit, wishing he would hurriedly tell you what was on his mind.

He raises a hand, halting you in place. “Stay there. Just like that.”

To your surprise, he picks up a large volume of purple, standing right before you.

“Close your eyes, Y/N. Put your hands over them.”

His stance finally alerts you to his intentions, eyes squeezing shut and hands reaching over when you feel a wave of cold paint splash all over you. You wait for a moment as it all drips down, collecting into a pool of purple right below your feet.

Taehyung takes your hand, leading you away from the canvas and next to him as you blink, the piece of art showcasing itself to you.

There’s colours. Everywhere. All appearing between a mixture of random to extremely skillful. All coming from you and Taehyung. And right in the middle of the mix is you.

Your silhouette perfectly lined with a gorgeous shade of purple.

“It’s beautiful.” Taehyung breathes.

You are suddenly very glad there’s paint all over your face, unsure if you would be able to hide the burning expression over your features.

However, the burn abruptly increases, a stinging sensation coming from your face that wells tears.

“Ah.” You wince, rolling into yourself as your hand hovers over your eyes.

“Y/N!” Taehyung’s hands are cupping your face before you can say anything. “Y/N, look at me.”

You obey his instructions, facing him but keeping your eyes squeezed shut. His thumb pads hurriedly brush out the paint that has managed to drip near your eyes.

“Is it gone?” You urgently ask, a tear rolling down your cheek.

“Give me one second.” Taehyung whispers, his hands disappearing for a moment before a cool cloth is pressed against your eyes.

You let out a sigh of relief and the cloth is promptly discarded, your eyes fluttering open.

A part of you wishes you kept them closed.

Taehyung’s face is just inches away from yours, and you can feel the low breaths he lets out.

It’s a fact he seems to realize in that instance himself as well, and there’s a silence that cuts through the air as you continue to stare into each other’s eyes.

Your heart pounds frantically within your chest. After what feels like an eternity, Taehyung moves first, attempting to close the gap but keeping his eyes trained on you. You don’t move for a second, kept frozen beneath his entire presence being so close to you.

It’s when his lips are hovering just above yours, you break the comforting silence.

“W-Where’s your shower?” You look away, grimacing at how broken your voice sounds.

Taehyung doesn’t respond at first, a flash of hurt crossing his features that you don’t see. But it quickly disappears and he clears his throat, separating from you.

“The first door on your left.”

“Thank you.” You quietly say, turning around immediately.

You stalk up to the door, halting when your hand meets the knob. Glancing back at Taehyung, he’s standing with his hands in his pockets, staring at the artwork you’ve just made together with a somber look in his eyes.

Your body stiffens and he glances back in your direction, a small smile on his lips that doesn’t seem to meet his eyes.

Turning to leave, it’s difficult to ignore the way your chest tightens.

***

Your shower was supposed to only be fifteen minutes, but it ends up feeling like a century.

The intent should be to get the copious amounts of paint out of your hair and skin, but as the steam clouds the air and the water drips down from your forehead onto the ground, your head remains planted against the shower wall, eyes squeezed shut.

It doesn’t help that there’s still a faint pool of purple swirling around your feet.

Stepping out of the shower, you open the door and peek outside, only to find your clothes folded on a small chair that’s been positioned right before the bathroom. Sheepishly reaching out, you discard the clothing Taehyung had given you and put your own back on.

You bump into Taehyung within seconds of exiting.

“Y/N.” His eyes meet with yours and you halt your steps. There’s unease brimming in his, but it’s something he doesn’t try to bring up.

“You’re leaving?” He ponders and you shake your head, completely confused on what to even say.

“Taehyung…” You begin, “I‒”

He raises his hand up, “Don’t worry about it. It’s okay.”

It’s hard to not let the guilt show up on your face, but Taehyung leads you to the front door, opening it up for you.

“You helped me with creating a great piece of art.” He says optimistically, “Thank you, Y/N.”

“O-Of course.” You mumble, casting your head down.

Before you can step out, his hand finds your wrist.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” He whispers, “And I wish you the best of luck with your book. If it’s you, I think it’s sure to come out amazing.”

His words always have a way of giving you a sense of comfort, your frustrations and conflicts with yourself melting away.

But you don’t expect what he says next, “If you ever need anything, anything at all,” The gaze in his eyes leaves you forgetting how to breathe, “I’m always here.”

It’s not until he lets go of you that you remember your intent to leave, slipping away slowly as he closes the door.

***

Jin doesn’t understand why you’re so intent on giving him a heart attack.

The door slams open and you suddenly emerge. But Jin doesn’t have time to retaliate about you freaking him out constantly or that you’ve been out all day and that you need to be making more progress with your book.

Instead, it looks like a piece of your soul’s been crushed.

“Y/N?” He loudly ponders, simply left just staring at you as you hurriedly kick your boots off.

“Jin!” You exclaim, seemingly breathless.

“Did you run here or something?” He asks, a tinge of concern in his words. You simply hand him your coat, heading into your room.

“Where’s my computer?” You question, glancing at him wildly. He’s taken back a bit, but he answers your question.

“There was an electrical issue that needed to be fixed so I temporarily moved it.” He points down the hall, “It’s in the spare room with all the hard copies.”

“Good.” You exhale, dashing over.

“Wait, Y/N‒” He isn’t able to get a word in, the door closing with a loud thud.

There’s a plethora of questions at the tip of his tongue, ranging from why it took you so long to what could have possibly happened, but Jin isn’t able to ponder for long when he suddenly hears the frantic typing of your keyboard.

***

Twenty-four hours.

Jin crosses his arms, standing in front of the room that you have yet to emerge from since the past twenty-four hours. He didn’t say much after you had barged in yesterday and confined yourself inside, simply locking up for the day and leaving some takeout on the table outside in case you got hungry.

And that was all due to the look in your eyes.

It’s a look he’s seen before, on days where you’ve been engrossed in your writing, too occupied with your own racing mind to halt your actions. However, this time he notices a sense of urgency that wasn’t there before.

Which is why when you do finally emerge, he can’t believe what you’re waving in front of his eyes.

“Here you go.” You say, handing him the USB in your hands, “It’s all done, the entire novel.”

“Y/N.” He says astonished, staring at you in pure awe, “How did you manage to write it all?”

You laugh at that and Jin is a little unnerved, wondering how on earth you didn’t look crazy after staying in that one room for so long and just simply typing.

“I think I’ll always be a hermit to some degree.” You toss your coat over your shoulders, reaching down for your shoes.

“Where are you going?” He questions, watching as you finish putting on your boots.

You smile, “I have to go find someone.”

Jin’s eyes widen and without saying another word, you turn to head towards the door.

He scoffs underneath his breath once you leave.

“I knew it.”

***

Taehyung isn’t picking up your calls.

You hurriedly dial the number again on your phone, hearing the familiar ringing over and over until you’re sent to voicemail.

Once the other end beeps, you mumble underneath your breath.

“Taehyung, call me please.”

After leaving the message, you slide your phone into your coat pocket, glancing at the destination you hurried towards.

The home is still there, appearing exactly how you had just left it two days ago.

You frantically knock against the door.

Surely it opens, but to reveal someone else entirely.

“Oh.” You mutter, your expression of relief morphing into awkward surprise. The man standing before you looks equally confused, surveying your face.

“You are…?” He squints, like he’s attempting to place a name to your face.

You answer right away, “I’m Y/N.”

“Y/N?” He repeats, eyes sparkling. “Really? Wow, it’s so nice to finally meet you.”

A nervous laugh escapes you, “And you are…?”

“Oh, sorry.” He sheepishly smiles, reaching out his hand. “My name is Jimin, I’m one of Taehyung’s roommates.”

You nod in recognition, “Are you looking for Taehyung?”

“Yes!” You suddenly exclaim, “Do you know where he is?”

“I just got back in last night.” He says with a grimace, “But Taehyung wasn’t here, the last I heard he was preparing for his next showcase.”

Your eyes widen.

“Thank you, Jimin! I’ll be on my way now!” He waves you goodbye and you spin on your heels, knowing exactly where you needed to be.

***

The art museum looks exactly the same, pieces on for display and spectators walking from room to room, inspecting each one.

However, each exhibit represents a multitude of different artists, none consisting of the one you’re searching for.

“Excuse me.”

You poke a lady that’s wearing a gallery uniform, expectantly looking at her.

“Where is Taehyung’s‒” You bite your tongue, “Sorry, V’s exhibit?”

“Ah, I’m afraid we’re in the midst of clearing up for his next one.” She says with remorse, “There are some of his pieces still left over there if you’d like to view them.”

“I see…” Your shoulders slump in defeat, but you do thank her for helping you out. Heading towards the direction she pointed out, you find the paintings from the last time you had visited the museum.

The corners of your lips curl up. You recall being here, attempting to find the peculiar man after seeing him underneath the starry sky without knowing much about how close you would grow to be.

You come across the same painting, remembering how easily his ability to capture expansive sceneries was. But that’s when you see one of his new pieces, a soft gasp escaping you.

It’s the painting you created together, fully displayed in all its glory.

But it’s not the only one.

There’s a set of three different canvases, all with artworks of you.

One of them is the same painting of the night sky you saw before, but the sky is painted with a deep purple now, the same colour that was outlined with your silhouette. The moon is completely full, stars scattered around that are brighter with a hue of white. You don’t fall to notice that there’s also a bench added at the bottom.

Another one of them is a splatter of photographs, photographs you didn’t even know he took of you. There’s images from the river side, pictures coming from the marketplace, and in all of them he’s managed to capture the spark in your eyes.

The last one has you frozen.

It’s a portrait, but not just a portrait of you.

It’s a portrait of you reading.

The image is uncanny, the light hitting your side profile at a lovely angle, the book in your hands being carefully held, the excitement in your eyes even brighter than the photographs.

Your brows furrow, wondering when Taehyung could have gotten such an image of you. But then you realize he doesn’t ‒ that he’s created the image through himself.

That’s when your eyes have the instant to flicker down, breath hitching once you discover what he’s named all three pieces.

My Muse.

By Kim ‘V’ Taehyung.

Everything stops, and all you’re left being able to do is to simply stare.

“I’m assuming I can’t keep this a surprise anymore.”

You whirl around at the speed of light, recognizing that deep tone from anywhere.

Taehyung stands before you, a soft smile on his lips.

“It’s incredible.” You whisper, “How did you…?”

“I was working on it for a while.” He steps next to you, pointing to the first, “That one was made a few nights after I met you.” He points to the second, “That one was after we had spent time together.” He points to the last, “And that one I made last night, after finishing reading one of your books.”

You stare at the portrait, observing that the book that you’re reading is indeed one of your own.

He read the one where a man turns into a fish.

“You read it?” Disbelief is laced in your voice, mixed with an odd sense of pride.

“Of course, I’ve been wanting to read one of your books since I met you.” He explains, scratching the back of his head. “You saw my art, but I never got a chance to see yours.”

You’re simply at a loss of words. You ‒ the person that had a remark for anything and was able to write countless words at bullet speed, had no more to say.

Taehyung stares at the ground, chewing down on his bottom lip.

“Has your novel writing been going okay?” He blurts, attempting to draw the attention away from his art.

That snaps you out of it. “Uh yeah, I actually finished it.”

“You did?” His head snaps up in astonishment, “Congrats.”

You warmly smile, “Thanks.”

After a moment of silence, he clears his throat, “Listen Y/N, I’m really sorry for not expressing it sooner.” He gestures to his art pieces, “I’m not the best with explaining my feelings, so it's easier for me to integrate it somehow into my‒”

You cut him off mid-sentence, your lips meeting his. The surprise spreads over his face instantaneously, but it doesn’t take Taehyung long to reciprocate, moving his lips against yours.

You separate from him and he blinks, as if caught up in a daze.

“You never asked me what my book was about.” You breathe out.

His brows furrow, “What was it about?”

You grin mischievously, “It’s about a writer and a painter falling in love.”

Taehyung seems to be at a loss for words now, gazing at you in pure surprise.

“Really?” He asks, and you cheerfully nod.

“Yup.” You find his hands, interlacing them with yours.

“I’m really sorry.” Remorse enters your eyes. “Romance has truthfully, never really been my genre.”

Taehyung lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “It’s okay. Maybe we can see if that changes.”

There’s a giant smile on your lips that he matches with his own.

Tightening his warm hold on your hand, the pair of you walk away together from the exhibit.

You laugh to yourself.

Maybe romance as a genre wasn’t so bad after all.

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theveniceangel · 3 months

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Couple Moments: Kyle And Andie.

Moment 1.

*The scene opens with Kyle cleaning one of the offices*

*We see him spraying a stain with his hydro-cleaner*

*While he's doing this, we see a dark silhouette sneakily move closer and closer to him*

*We hear Kyle blissfully humming to himself as we hear the sound of footsteps behind him*

*We then see the dark silhouette standing right behind him, it launches itself at the unsuspecting janitor and wraps it's arms around his torso*

*Kyle shouts in shock, that's when we hear the sound of giggling*

*The dark silhouette turns out to be none other than his beloved sweetheart, Andie*

Andie: Gotcha!

*Kyle sighs in relief and smiles at this*

Kyle: It's only you..

Andie: Well who else would it be, silly?

*She reached her arm towards Kyle's head and ruffled his hair*

*Kyle chuckles at this*

Kyle: Andie cut it out!

*Andie giggles at this*

Andie: Come on, you know you like it.

*Kyle chuckles at this*

*Kyle then gets a bit of a playful look on his face, and he smirks at Andie*

*Andie looks visibly confused at this*

Andie: What's the look for Ky-

*Before she can finish her sentence, Kyle turned the tables on her and started ruffling her hair*

*Andie laughs at this*

Andie: Stop! *She says through her laughter*

*Kyle giggles at his girlfriend's excitement and removes his hand from her head*

*Andie calms herself down and smiles at Kyle*

Andie: You goof.

*Kyle smiles at her*

Moment 2.

*We see Kyle and Andie sitting in the break room, eating lunch together*

*Andie looks at Kyle and smiles at him*

Andie: How's your sandwich?

*Kyle turns his attention towards Andie*

Kyle: Pretty good.

*Andie looks down at the table, trying to think of something to say*

Andie: So uh... I saw some birds today.

Kyle: Oh really?

Andie: Yeah, some American Goldfinches to be exact.

Kyle: Wow.

Andie: Hey! Did you know that the American Goldfinch is the state bird of New Jersey, Iowa, and Washington?

*Kyle puts his sandwich down and turns his attention towards Andie as he listens to her speak*

Andie: It's sometimes referred to as a wild canary due to it's bright yellow color, although the females are a much more dull color.

Kyle: Mhm.

Andie: Which by the way, female birds look dull as a way to camouflage themselves from predators, it also helps them to protect their babies, lizards do the same thing.

*Kyle is seen staring at Andie with a smitten look on his face, his head resting on his hands*

Andie: The males on the other hand are very colorful, this is because the bright colors are used to attract females, they can also use their colors as a way to claim ownership of an area as part of their territory.

*She then turns her attention towards Kyle*

*A look of embarrassment appears on her face*

Andie: Oh!

*She let's out a nervous chuckle*

Andie: Sorry, I started rambling again, didn't I?

Kyle: Yeah, but I don't mind, I like listening to you talk.

*He smiles at her*

*Andie blushes at this and smiles at him*

Moment 3.

*We see Kyle in his werewolf form, stealthily making his way through the halls of the office*

*He stops for a moment to catch his breath*

*As he's doing this, he notices a trail of dirt leading down the hallway*

*Kyle tilts his head in confusion*

Kyle: Wha..?

*He pulls out his hydro-cleaner and gets to work as he walks down the hallway, spraying the dirt with soap and water*

*The trails leads to an office door*

*Kyle looks upon the door to see that the office belongs to Andie*

*His ears droop down as a saddened look appears on his face*

Kyle: Andie..

*He carefully opens the door and walks inside*

*Upon entering the room, he sees that the trail leads to a small dirt pile on the floor*

*Kyle looks visibly confused by this, he's never known Andie to be a messy individual, yet there's a trail of dirt leading right into her office, and a pile of dirt on her floor.. it's as if she had intentionally made the mess herself*

*His thoughts come to an abrupt halt however, when he notices something else*

*He sees someone sitting at the desk in the room, the computer is still running*

*Feeling slightly curious, Kyle slowly walks towards the desk, being careful not to make any noise*

*That's when he sees Andie with her head on her desk, she seems to have fallen asleep*

*Kyle turns his attention towards the dirt pile*

Kyle: Did she..leave this mess on the floor.. hoping I would show up..?

*Kyle's ears droop down as a worried look appears on his face*

*He then turns his attention towards Andie*

Kyle: Was she waiting for me..?

*A saddened look appears on his face*

*He let's out a saddened whine*

Kyle: Andie..

*Andie groans in her sleep*

Andie: Kyle.....I miss you... *She says in a drowsy tone*

*Kyle let's out another whine as he gently strokes his beloved's face*

Kyle: I miss you too, Andie..

*Kyle grabs Andie's chair and gently turns it, making sure to keep Andie from falling onto the floor*

*He then gently grabbed Andie and picked her up*

*Kyle looks around the room looking for a place to set her down, when he spots a couch at the far side of the room*

*He walks towards the couch and gently lays Andie onto it*

*He grabs a blanket that was laying over the headboard of the couch and covers Andie with it*

*Kyle bends down and kisses Andie on her forehead*

Kyle: I'm sorry Andie..

*The next morning*

*We see Andie still sleeping on the couch*

*She slowly opens her eyes and groans*

Andie: ...H--Huh..?

*She props herself up and looks around the room*

*Upon looking around, she notices that the dirt pile is gone*

*She groans in disappointment*

Andie: I missed him..!

*That's when she notices a note on the ground*

Andie: Hm?

*She reaches down and grabs it*

*She looks at the note and starts to read it*

Andie: I'm sorry I haven't been around, I promise to make it up to you once the week is over, I love you..Love Kyle..

*Andie smiles at this*

Andie: Oh Kyle... you sweetheart..

(The End)

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omgkatherine01 · 10 months

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Moonlight Beta: Chapter 3 - I.E.D Werewolf

Series Masterlist

Chapter 2, Chapter 4

Pairing: Scott McCall x Fem!Liam Dunbar

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Ever since Lia became a werewolf, her anger has been heightened as well as her strength. Lia, trying to control her anger, often spent her newfound time at the weight room in the school.

Mason was with her too, ranting about Garrett and how weird he's being, "You know how I keep reminding Garrett to given me back my hoodie?" Lia nodded, getting up and adding more weight to the bench press.

"Well, I remembered you said he lived in the housing development on Spaulding," he said, "So I went there, and guess what? That housing development is still in development."

Lia laid down on the bench again, starting to lift weights again. "So?" she asked, uninterested in the topic of their 'suspicious' friend.

"There are no houses yet," Mason said, "So unless the dude lives in some backhoe, there's something he's not telling us." Lia kept all of her focus towards the weights, her new super strength made it harder to be challenged.

"And then there's this girl, dude, she's been acting really strange," Mason said, "Running to school for no reason. Disappearing at parties..." Lia added even more weight to lift. "Use to be my best friend--" He paused his dramatic speech when he saw what Lia was about to lift.

"And she was apparently on steroids," he said. Lia looked at him in confusion. "You're not actually going to try and lift that, are you?" Lia sat up, looking at what she had on the weight and realized how crazy it was.

Mason crouched down to her level, worry in his eyes. "Are you alright? I mean, is it about the game tonight?" Lia didn't understand what Mason meant.

"I'm fine," she said, "It's just a scrimmage." Mason's eyes widened when he realized she might not know exactly what was happening. "You know who you're playing, right?"

Lia shook her head with a sigh, "No, guess I missed the announcement. Why? What's the big deal?"

"Lia, it's your old school, Devenfort Prep."

Lia looked over at him in surprise, before looking away in annoyance. "Okay," she said and took a deep breath to calm herself. "Uh, I think I am done for today with the lifting."

She got up and grabbed her bag, telling Mason she would see him later.

A mixture of anger and anxiety bubbled up inside Lia as she went to the girls' locker room to try and calm down. Her breathing got heavy as her emotions grew more and more intense.

When going to her locker to find her lacrosse stick, she was in for a surprise when it wasn't there. Lia picked up on a scent, one she remembered smelling on Scott and Malia, the scent of a werewolf.

Lia turned the corner to see a man in his twenties with dark hair and a scruffy beard holding her lacrosse stick. "Is this yours?" he asked. Before Lia could answer, the guy broke the stick in half and tossed it to the side.

Lia flashed her yellow werewolf eyes before running to attack, only for him to grab her by the throat and shove her against the lockers. Lia snarled at him, her werewolf fangs also showing. Derek actually struggled a bit to hold her against the lockers.

"Lia."

The echoing sound of her Alpha's voice made her turn back to human as he approached, and she calmed down. "You're right, she is angry," the stranger, Derek Hale, said before letting her go.

Lia's face flushed awkwardly when Scott handed over her real lacrosse stick, "This one is yours. Get to class, Lia," he advised as the bell rang. She took one look between the two male werewolves before putting away her lacrosse stick and grabbing her stuff before leaving the two in the girls' locker-room.

Scott noticed that Derek was smiling, something that he rarely ever did. "What are you smiling about?" he asked. Derek honestly looked proud, "You're going to be good at this."

Scott gave him a look, "Are you kidding? I am totally unprepared. Remember how you said you could teach me a few things? I think right now I could use a full-on training manual."

"I'll tell you one thing," Derek told him, "That anger she's got? It'll make her strong."

"And dangerous," Scott reminded him. "Very," he agreed.

Scott sighed, sitting down on the bench, "This was supposed to be the semester I could focus on school again." Derek sat next to him. "But Kate's back. And I've got a Beta. And there's a Deadpool."

"If all our names are on that list, then that's what we should be focused on," Derek said, "Do you think Lydia can get the second key?"

"She's working on it."

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Lia was determined to make amends and apologize to her ex-team for what she did, proving also to her new pack that she can be civil.

As Lia walked over confidently, Mason trailed after her while freaking out. "What, Lia! No, no, no! Lia!" Mason saw the bus of Devenfort Prep's Lacrosse Team open and the team pour out, making him swear under his breath.

"Brett!" she called out to the head of the team, the most popular guy at her old school. They had been good friends until he unexpectedly starting picking on her.

"I just wanted to say, have a good game," she said. Mason was shocked as Lia stuck out her hand. Stiles and Scott were also there, extremely confused and concerned. It was silent for a moment before Brett and the rest of the team started laughing, making Lia frown.

"That's cute, Lia," he said, "Is that what they told you to say in Anger Management? Apologize and everything's fine? You demolished Coach's car."

"I paid for it," Lia said as she clenched her fist, digging her nails into her palm to try and control the anger that was bursting out. "Yeah, you're going to pay for it," Brett said, "We're gonna break you in half out there. And it's going to be all your fault."

Both Scott and Stiles noticed that Lia's hand was bleeding from her now werewolf claws digging into her palm.

"Oh shit."

The two sprinted over, Scott pulled Lia away, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, let's go," Scott told her.

Stiles tried to distract the team so no one would notice anything weird about the girl, "Hey, what's going on prep students? Welcome to our little public high school. How you doing?" The teen put out his hand. "Stiles. That's a firm handshake you got there" Stiles put down his hand after Brett didn't shake it. "Uh, we're very excited for the scrimmage tonight. Uh, but let's keep it clean, alright? No rough stuff out there. All right, see you on the field."

Stiles finished rambling and ran away, after Scott and Lia.

The boys had to deal with Lia wolfing out in the girls' locker room. They dragged her through the luckily empty hallway, putting her under cold water coming out of the showers to try and calm her down.

"Okay, you calm yet?" Stiles asked, but Lia roared into his face, startling him, "Oh! Okay, no!" He and Scott pulled Lia back under the cold water.

"Lia, listen to me, all right?" Scott asked as he made sure to move his face to her view, "Calm down. It's okay." Lia closed her eyes, focusing on his voice, allowing herself to become human again, "Okay. Okay."

Stiles and Scott pulled her back from the water and closed it. Lia slid down to the ground, both scared of herself and embarrassed about her anger display. After all the times it happened you would think that she'd get used to it, but she never has.

Scott looked down at her in confusion, "That car you smashed. I thought you said it was your teacher's."

"He was also my Coach," Lia muttered, correcting him.

"What did you do?" Scott asked. Lia didn't answer as glanced at him before back at the floor.

Scott bend down in front of her while Stiles leaned against the wall. "You gotta be honest with us, what happened?" Scott asked, calmly unlike Stiles who was on the verge of spazzing out.

"Nothing," Lia muttered, and she regretted looking up, the puppy-like eyes of Scott McCall made her feel compelled to answer, so she did, "He was picking on me and one of my friends who had GAD and ADHD which he knew about. Teachers aren't supposed to do that. I was pissed. I got kicked out of school. They sent me to a psychologist for evaluation."

"What did they call it?" Scott asked in a quiet tone, not wanting to push her anymore. "Intermittent Explosive Disorder," she muttered.

Stiles eyes widened, he knew exactly what IED is, and it was not good for someone with IED to be a werewolf. "I.E.D? You're literally an I.E.D? That's great." He looked at Scott, "That's great, you gave superpowers to a walking time bomb." He gave him thumbs up but Scott ignored him.

"Did they give you anything for it?" he asked softly.

"Risperdal," Lia answered, "It's an antipsychotic." She looked down at her lap. It wasn't like she was embarrassed because she had these issues, it was more like she was embarrassed that she had to take pills just so she could be like everyone else.

"Oh, this just gets better," Stiles said. Scott gave his best friend a look before turning back to the girl, urging her to continue. "But, I don't take it," she said.

Stiles nodded with a mutter, "Obviously."

"I can't play lacrosse on it, it makes me too tired and anxious," Lia admitted.

Scott sighed, "Okay, I think you should bail out of the game. Tell Coach your leg's still hurting."

Lia's eyes widened in panic and she shook her head, "No, no." She got up, and so did Scott. She looked between the boys, "I can do this." She looked quickly at her Alpha, "Especially if you're there."

Scott smiled slightly to himself knowing that Lia had some sort of trust in him. "Oh, it's sweet," Stiles told them, rubbing his face with his hands before looking at Lia.

"It's not just about the game, Lia," Scott said softly, "We think whoever killed Demarco might be on our team."

Lia frowned, people don't really keep Lia in the loop, she had no clue what was happening. "Who's Demarco?" she asked, looking between the boys in confusion.

The one who brought the beer to the party," Stiles answered. "The guy who was beheaded. Remember?"

"We think the person who ordered the keg killed Demarco," Scott explained, and then he noticed the look on Lia's face, a look of betrayal and sadness. "Lia? Do you know something?"

"I don't know who ordered the keg," Lia said, "But I know who paid for it. My friend Garrett, he's on the lacrosse team. He paid for the keg."

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Lia was undoubtedly terrified for the game. Not so much because of the killer, she was scared of herself and what she might do (like wolf out). Her mother was even able to get time off of work to come to see her first game even though she wasn't too happy about Lia joining Lacrosse again.

Scott and Stiles were a bit nervous about the game, but what scared them the most was meeting Jenna Geyer (formerly Dunbar), Lia's mother who's a forensic scientist. She knew how to get away with murder, they knew they had to be on their best behavior around Jenna.

Jenna had taken a seat in the stands with Mason's parents while Mason stayed with Lia to help keep her calm and collected, especially since the team was her old school.

Lia glared at Brett before turning around to face Mason, "I think I can take him." Her newfound strength given to her through the bite enabled the confidence she needed to try and get through the game with little to no problems.

Since Lia had turned around, she had no idea Mason was practically drooling at the sight of a shirtless Brett. "Yeah." Mason bit his lip bottom lip. The fifteen-year-old girl spun around to see what Mason was staring at before looking back and raising her eyebrows.

"What are you doing?" she asked. Mason was caught off guard. "What, me? Agreeing with you. I'm being agreeable," he awkwardly babbled as he tried to play it off. "Oh no," Lia said, "You think he's hot, don't you?"

"No," Mason said, "No, not at all. No way! Maybe. Yeah, maybe a little."

Lia crossed her arms over her chest, though wasn't as angry as she was amused by the teenager. Out of all people, it would be Mason who could easily change Lia's mood from serious to playful in a matter of seconds.

"He wants to destroy me, remember?" Lia pointed out. She had no idea why he started hating her in the first place, it started well before the situation with the Coach. He just turned on her one day and started to make fun of her, it made no sense in Lia's mind.

"I think you could definitely take him," Mason said, "And then, give him to me." He grinned when he heard the giggling of the short brunette. "No, no just go out there and kick their smug prep school asses."

The two fist bumped before Mason went to the stands to be with their parents.

The teams were getting ready to start the game. Scott and Stiles, worried about Lia's safety, were trying to get Lia benched.

"But Coach, her leg's still healing, I don't think she should play," Scott tried to convince the stubborn man. He had taken a liking to his new lacrosse player, a strong, badass player who (despite her issues with her former Coach) was actually tolerable compared to the other Freshman like Garrett. Oh, and a certain player named Greenberg.

"She said she's fine," Coach dismissed knowing that they would need her in the game. "As Captain, I'm suggesting Lia sit out the game"

Coach cackled at Scott's words, "And as, uh, President of The United State, I'm vetoing that suggestion." Scott was plagued with fear over the thought of his Beta being hurt by whatever was killing supernatural creatures.

"What if she gets hurt badly?" he asked.

Before Coach could even attempt to argue against him, Brett ruined it. "Hey Lia, think fast!" Brett tried his hardest to humiliate her by throwing a lacrosse ball at her. Lia, however, caught the ball with ease. "Oh, she plays!" Coach said with a smile.

Lia looked over at Scott nervously, despite she impressed Coach even more, she used her new powers accidently. Lia took a breath as she put on her helmet and got into her position on the field.

Kira, Stiles and Scott walked together. "Why do I get the feeling this is gonna end badly?" Kira asked as Scott looked toward Lia. Kira noticed, and her face fell. "Because it usually does," Stiles answered.

Scott looked at his friends, "Kira, you keep an eye on Garrett. I'll watch out for Lia."

"Yeah, I'll just try to play lacrosse," Stiles told them as they ran away. Scott stood near Lia, both of them watched Garrett as he walked past them.

The referee put the ball on the ground between Scott and Brett. "Brett, I know you guys feel like you owe Lia some payback for what she did, but could you just hold off for one night?" Scott asked, "Trust me. One night."

"Yeah, I can do that," Brett told him. "Really?" Scott asked. Brett chuckled. "No."

The whistle blew.

Brett took off with the ball, and Lia tried to go after him but two Devenports stopped her and pushed her down.

Brett threw the ball into the goal. Lia stood up, throwing her helmet and gloves off, trying to go after them. "Lia!" Scott called out as he ran closer and grabbed her arms.

The players walked away as Lia took a deep breath to try and calm herself down but she growled letting her eyes glow gold.

Stiles ran closer, hiding her from view. "Calm down," Scott said calmly, "Listen to my voice, and calm down, you can do it."

Lia closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as she listened to his voice. She opened her eyes, showing her eyes were back to their gunmetal blue eyes. She took another breath, looking from Stiles to Scott with a nod.

Stiles and Scott let her go, relieved it worked. "I'm okay," she said softly. "Okay, come on," Stiles said as he led her away from the others. Scott turned and looked at Brett who was watching them, neither of them knew that Garrett was watching them as well, and he saw what happened with Lia.

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Lia had ended up getting into a collision with Brett and Garrett that she honestly tried to avoid. Everyone in both teams run to the trio, and around Brett who groaned.

"How hard did you hit him?" Scott asked quietly as he helped the girl up. "I didn't," Lia answered quietly and showed her dislocated arm, "He hit me."

Stiles looked away when he saw her arm, while Scott was impressed that she managed to keep her cool. "Close your eyes," he said, and when she did, he helped put her dislocated arm back in place which would heal easily with her new werewolf healing abilities, it didn't mean it didn't hurt.

"Ow," she groaned in pain softly so she won't get any attention from the rest of the team. She looked over toward Brett in surprise when she heard him groaning in pain and he has been checked out.

"All right, Brett, we're going to pick you up now," a medic told him.

They picked him up and carried him away. Scott looked over at Garrett, seeing him put away the sword part that he hid in his lacrosse stick.

The Alpha looked quickly back at his Beta, and quickly checked her over for injuries, "Are you cut? Did Garrett cut you?"

"No," Lia answered. "No, no, I'm okay."

Scott looked at Garrett as he spoke in relief to Lia and Stiles, "Then he missed."

This threw Lia off, she never once took a moment to think and realize that she was just as likely to be a target as the rest of them. "Wait... are you serious?"

Scott sighed, "Yeah, it's you, Lia. You're the one he's after." Lia looked toward Garrett nervously and betrayal. "You need to talk Coach you can't play tonight."

Lia looked at Scott and nodded slowly, "Okay. Okay, I will." Stiles patted her back as she walked past them, and they turned and kept an eye on her.

Scott, Kira and Lia met nearby the bleachers. Lia nodded to Scott, "I talked to Coach. I'm out for the rest of the game."

"Good," Scott said. Kira looked at him, "What are you gonna do?"

"I don't know," Scott admitted as he shook his head, "Something's still not right. We're missing something." Stiles walked closer with his phone, "Guys. Lydia just broke another third of the list."

"Am I on it?" Lia asked. "No," Stiles answered, "But someone else is." He looked between them, "Brett Talbot."

"Brett?" Lia asked in surprise, "He's a--"

"He's a Werewolf," Scott said quietly and looked around before he walked away. Lia took a step to follow but Kira placed her hand gently on her shoulder, shaking her head.

Stiles followed after Scott, and Lia actually pouted as she looked at Kira. Looking at her with a how come he gets to go after him? look. Kira let out an amused scoff at her pouty expression.

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