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Things people secretly find attractive about you

This reading is about the hidden thoughts of people, about what they secretly find attractive about you. This is entirely subjective, some of these can seem questionable or hard to understand but the human psyche is complex, the root of attraction can lie in unexpected places.

This is a general reading meant for multiple people. Take only what resonates and leave out the rest.

Your feedback is much appreciated. If you find the reading resonated with you, leave a comment, I’d love to know 🎐

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ONE

Some of the people who find you attractive might have a saviour mentality and a serious personality, they gravitate towards someone who they think is in trouble, sad about life or is a little impractical. I'm not saying that you have these traits, but those people seem to pick up some of your behaviours as signs of these traits.

Some people perceive you as outspoken, you have no trouble saying what's on your mind, your words are direct and to the point, they carry force in them. This can seem aggressive to them. But this is not the kind of being attracted to something strong but more like being attracted to the hidden weakness behind that strong exterior. They think that behind your assertive demeanour is someone insecure, someone who hasn't found their footing in the world yet. They are attracted to that thought, the thought that you're trying to put up a front, trying to be brave. This makes them curious and want to see the insecurities that you're hiding, and to do what? They would want to guide you, they think you need someone to act as a teacher to you, someone you can look up to, and they want to be that person.

Your voice is also attractive to some ears, your choice of words is extensive and have a poetic touch to it. Or you don't talk much and some people find that attractive, they feel that you leave space for others to talk and express and you're not judgmental about it. Some will like having deep philosophical discussions with you. You also have different and unique hobbies and whenever you talk about them, you seem so animated and excited, an intense passion can be felt, and that makes people gravitate towards you like moth to flame.

Some people also feel that you can be quite naive or impractical sometimes, they find this endearing, like seeing someone being protected from the harsh reality of this world. They might project a part of themselves on you. Some of them could have experienced a difficult childhood that didn't give much space for them to be carefree or feel protected. So they look at you and see these traits that remind them of a distant longing for a better childhood.

The idea of being in a relationship with you will seem easy and natural. It's easy to imagine themselves taking care of you and having your attention to themselves. Your attention and affection are elusive and people want to catch a hold of these. Some will want to quickly jump in a connection with you, it would get intense very fast and burn quickly, attraction at first sight is very likely, this is not just about romantic attraction but also includes platonic attraction.

TWO

I think people would immediately feel a sense of power coming from you, much like how our skin warming up when we are around a fire. This kind of powerful energy is dynamic, all-encompassing, intense, generous and bountiful. This attraction that people have towards you is not that secretive, some might feel reluctant to show it or talk about it openly because they feel respectful towards you, they can feel a little intimidated and will just silently watch you, occasionally drop a few compliments when they are feeling brave enough. You know how sometimes people see someone so amazing and awesome but keep their distance and not express appreciation for them, for fear of stating the obvious, they would think that this person probably gets a lot of compliments everyday already so they won't be bothered with them? Some people are like that towards you.

Some people will quietly admire your daring and sometimes reckless spirit, the word daredevil comes to mind, with it comes the attitude of an adventurer. You are so brave and explosive, always ready to explore new horizons, always know how to have fun. Timid and quiet people might secretly find these traits so attractive about you but also feel that you are a little dangerous or too forceful for them. It's not physical violence but it's the speed of you doing things, the energy you put in every action, they feel like they can't quite keep up with that. But it's sexy to them. It's intense and it can bring both order and chaos to wherever you go. This energy is like electricity, it can evoke wild reactions in people.

You smile and laugh a lot? People find your smile and the sound of your laughter attractive, it's warm and contagious. You don't just laugh a lot, you also make people laugh a lot, they like your humour, it's carefree, jovial, sometimes it comes as exaggerated boasting, sometimes it's ridiculous, sometimes it's so humble. It shows a healthy ego with enough boundaries and respect. They can see your humbleness as a sign of strength, you're so confident in yourself and so strong that you allow yourself to be soft and be a fool to elevate people's spirits.

Others will be secretly attracted to your intelligence and wisdom. You seem like someone whom they can look up to and learn from. Younger people really like you, they see you as a role model, someone who knows their own path and is dedicated to it. Some will assume you're really successful and have it all. They wonder if you have an inner calling, a spiritual belief that guides your life, because you seem to abide to a certain rules, some strict regimes and they're curious about it.

THREE

The word "wholesome" just immediately came to my mind. You have a very stable aura that makes people think you have your life all figured out. They might even think that your life is so different from them, so trouble-free, peaceful or exciting, anything but similar to theirs. But that doesn't alienate you from people, they actually like this about you. Like how cat videos restore faith in the world for some people. When they see your life, they get inspired to strive to do good with their life.

Your energy is both fast and slow, steady but active. You have no trouble standing your ground, putting down your foot. You can be very cautious and deliberate when investing in something, whether with your energy, your time, your resources, your emotions. But when you see the chance, the most effective path opening, you don't hesitate to take the action, almost like you have an angel or a wise counsellor behind your back who will give you encouragement to go forward. You are not a reckless gambler but a wise one.

Some people feel very safe and secure when they are around you, you feel like a teddy bear, a shelter to them. Because you are generous when you've decided that someone is worthy of your effort. You don't do things half-heartedly, your determination and devotion are very attractive in people's eyes. This can also mean that some people are quite dependent on you, emotionally, and they hate to admit it, I sense that some of them are quite proud and independent, so the notion that they're dependent on someone does not sit well with them.

You also have an amicable energy, people can sense that you won't get angry easily, you don't take out your ego and wave it at their faces. You talk only when it's necessary and don't demand attention. You seem like a humble person who doesn't complain when things get hard and just focus on solving the problem without expecting applause and praises. People who have a more dominant and fiery personality might find this attractive, as opposites attract. Some can view this as you can be ordered and are obedient, which boosts their ego a lot.

While some people wonder, if you truly are that humble or you're just good at hiding your desires and drives, they might think that you have something to hide, you're not comfortable showing your true self and just go along with what others deem good and nice. Would there be another person who is wild, ambitious and fierce behind your gentle image? Some might want to poke, to push you to see a more aggressive reaction from you. Another kind of people can view this energy as you being detached and aloof, like you don't have the time or energy to care. They secretly find this "unavailability" attractive, it shows you have standards and act accordingly to your own rules and set of beliefs. You seem to elicit a wide variety of opinions from people. If all of them were to have a meeting and voice their thoughts about you, it would make a long list. But they all will have to agree that you are unshakable from your resolution once you set your eyes on a goal.

FOUR

This group is a little similar to the previous group, both have strong earth energy with a hidden element. But your group is more youthful, the energy, at first glance, is softer and more playful. The similarity of the two groups is that people perceive you to be in alignment with your soul's desire. You seem to be living a full life. People look at you and feel the liveliness, the joy of living. Like a child beginning to step out to the world, who hasn't been disillusioned by the ugliness of reality yet. People secretly think you are naive and innocent, a little erratic or unpredictable, but you're not lost, you know where you are going, with a purpose, like a ship heading towards the lighthouse. You make people feel like they should act benevolent to you, because you deserve that treatment. To the people who already have children, you sometimes remind them of their own child, subconsciously. They would want to protect you and see you bloom and prosper.

You have an oblivious attitude towards worldly achievements that people secretly wish they can adopt it themselves. You focus on your self development but you don't put too much weight into being conventionally successful like having a good career, earning lots of money, being famous, almost like you're tired of that. Maybe you're well-known to a certainly extent in a community and some people can be a little envious of that, they may wonder how can you garner attention so easily like that, even when you don't do much, aren't active or just keep to yourself, but fame still finds you.

Your appearance shows that you're taking good care of yourself. You have a neat and simple style that people like. It suits your perceived manner, mild and stable. You notice little details and create a pleasant atmosphere and environment around you. Some people who work with you find these traits really attractive, they could develop a quiet crush for you.

You could have some small obsessions that people who are observant enough will notice. They intuitively sense that you are trying to establish a certain order in your life, a certain routine to balance out the inner emotional turmoil. It's like a storm is raging outside so you try to focus on organising the house to feel safe and distract yourself from the storm. This will attract people, some people are just really attracted to emotional depth and complexity. The more contradicting a person act, hinting a hidden landscape underneath, the more they are attracted.

You can be quite serious when it come to learning, this is where your determination shows itself the most. Teaching you is a delight, but can also come with heavy pressure, you don't want superficial knowledge, you want to go to the depth of things, analysing then committing the information into your memory. This, in turn, can also make you an excellent teacher, but you can be a little stern, surprisingly. You can seem young, but in some areas, you are so serious and committed, you seem like a wise old soul.

FIVE

I pulled only 3 Tarot cards for the previous groups, but your group demanded another one, apparently so many people have so many different opinions about you.

Your energy seems so red and fiery, like a burning fire. There are lots of moths flocking to your flame. They know they would "die", but they just can't help it. I can see that you have a lot of admirers, the majority of them are secret admirers though. There's something about your energy that makes people turn inward and become a lot more quiet and introverted than they normally are. They're contented to just keep a distance and admire you from a far. Have you ever see the process of an artist making their artwork? They are so focused in their own world, they emit an intense aura that keep the audience quiet and holding their breath, the people around them don't dare to disturb that creative process. Some people feel like that with you. You have a creative energy that can touch people, it's both very vulnerable but also strong, something that just is, without external shielding or masking.

People view you as someone who loves fearlessly, you have a reverence for love that borders on a religious feeling. It makes them question themselves, how can a human live so confidently like that, can they live like that too? is their life has a different meaning that they haven't thought of before? You are an inspiration to people, your flame is contagious, it spreads wherever it goes.

Those that are brave enough to approach you will like to talk and debate with you, you have a way to show your views clearly without eclipsing others. They admire your courage to defend your worldview and advocate for good courses. You might have a knack for rallying people, persuading people. People can easily be swept along your passionate energy.

Some believe that you have what it takes to be successful in this world. You have the talents, you have the will, and luck seems to follow you with each step you take. The phrase "Fortune favours the bold" can't be anymore apt than this. You have a balanced feminine and masculine energy that can attract people of different genders. To the world, when you need to accomplish something, you have no problem with exerting will power and strategies, to those close to you, you also hold a nurturing space for them. Some might perceive you as a good parental figure. Some will automatically assume that you're successful and rich, or you have someone backing you up. I will be honest, they're attracted to your abundance, the more lack they feel, the more attracted they are to you.

SIX

I wouldn't say you are shy or quiet, but you're reserved and just want to mind your own business. Your energy feels a little awkward and some people can notice that. Again, it's not exactly because of shyness, but more like a reluctance to come out of your own world. You might be a home-body or someone who prefer their private space a lot. If you can, you just want to stay in one place and live quietly, contentedly, but alas, you have to go out and interact with the world, and I do see some life circumstances that would force you to be out, to be more visible to the world. If you are a leader or someone with authority in the workplace, you will be a reluctant leader, but a good one nevertheless. This makes you seem more down to earth and relatable to many people.

You're resistant to disturbances and chaos. You want simple things, things that are essential for a good and tranquil life. A fresh meal, a walk on the beach, tea time with friends maybe enough to make you happy and feel fulfilled, also a heavy pocket full of money to prepare for rainy days. You're risk adverse, that's why you're always well prepared, stable and can shoulder lots of burdens. People can't help but feel peaceful and safe around you, they feel protected. That is, if they managed to get in your inner circle. You're selective of whom you interact and associate with. People like this pickiness of yours, it makes them feel privileged to be selected. You're picky but you're not stingy or haughty, everyone can still see that you're friendly and open enough.

As much as you always try to stay out of chaos, chaos seems to like you and follow you around. Some bizarre and unexpected events might happen that are totally out of your control. You life is somehow attached to invisible strings that pull and lead you to some pretty interesting experiences. Usually these experiences can bring positive changes into your life, if you're open to them. Those who witness these events will find them oddly fascinating. Magic seems to be real around you. You may have a strong manifesting power, whether you're conscious of them or not. You can literally create your reality through your power of imagination and words. So be mindful of what you are thinking and imagining.

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oh look it's me again but uh winter soldier with an exhibitionism kink👀

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I love u queen

public - nsfw winter soldier

okay so obviously these two are so fucking weird but I really want to explore this fuck ass relationship dynamic, so that’s kind of what I’m doing here. for the sake of writing this scene the way I want to, assume they've never been out in public together before.

fully consensual by both parties although not explicitly stated. pre-established relationship.

~~~

when he grabbed your hand and started dragging you to the bedroom, you assumed you knew exactly what was about to go down.

except when you got there, he didn't immediately pull you into bed. he let go of your hand halfway through the room and walked over to the closet, leaving you stunned. what was he doing?

in a second, he was throwing something at you. you quickly grabbed whatever he'd tossed to you, some article of clothing, and you looked down at it to unfold it.

your little black dress?

you confusedly looked up at him for confirmation, and he nodded, pointing to it.

okay, so he wanted to fuck you while you were wearing the dress, apparently.

~~~

you were way off, apparently.

he wouldn't just tell you what he wanted, of course he wouldn't. when did he ever...

so after you finally realized you were going out, you were floored. he grumbled something about going to a bar, confusing the hell out of you.

so you decided to treat it like any other night out, do your makeup real heavy, thick eyeliner and dark lipstick. you could almost hear his whole body stiffen when he saw you all done up.

so you could still surprise him.

~~~

he took you a fairly decent bar, not one of those dingy crapholes you imagine he might go to while out on a job, looking for whatever sustenance he could find while working.

but still shoddy enough for him to be seen there.

that's when you knew for fact that there was an ulterior motive. sure, there always was with him, but now?

what was the plan here?

he didn't like to be seen, but he seemed to want to show you off. his hand never left your waist once, from the second you walked out the door until the point you ordered your drinks. and even then, he still held you like someone would try to take you from him.

regardless, he wanted the sprinkling of men in the bar to see you. to see that you were all dolled up, dressed nicer than anyone else there, and you were his.

so it's a power trip, you think. to have power over the other men in the room, that he had something they could look at but couldn't touch; could desire but couldn't have. to have the power of knowing he owns you, not only within the walls you live in, but everywhere you go.

you'd never seen him like this before.

you soaked up every second of it, of being the only person he directed any attention to in a room full of people. of finally having the chance to somewhat show off that you were, in fact, taken.

since you'd never have the chance to have a normal relationship with him.

you basked in it as long as you could.

~~~

he watched you every second, like a hawk.

he eyed you when you put on the dress, as you did your makeup so boldly, as you stepped out of the black taxicab. he watched you.

he knew this was a bad idea. he knew being seen in public with you was a bad idea.

but he had an idea in his head, and he wasn't going to back down now. so he plotted it perfectly.

over the course of one or two drinks each, you slowly meandered over to a darker corner of the room, far more sparse with people. men's gazes finally drifted away from you, focusing back on their beers, drowning their thoughts and forgetting entirely about you.

when he pushed you up against the wall, holding you by the hips, you knew.

he's about to pull something. in public.

"James, no," you hiss, holding your glass close to your chest and looking around the room for any onlookers. you found none, and looked back into his eyes.

you'd gotten good at reading him, a man of little expression and even fewer words. you had to given how little he spoke.

so when you looked in his eyes, you knew. he wanted this, but he wouldn't do something so bold without you agreeing.

this is stupid, you think. a terrible, horrible idea...

it's arguably even stupider that you're already out in public together, being seen together. granted, there were no security cameras in the place (something he'd taught you to look for) and nobody that appeared to be suspicious (something you knew he looked for everywhere he went).

so you looked around the room once more before setting down your glass and inching both of your bodies closer into the dark corner. you pulled his chest flush against yours.

and then his hands were on your thighs, trailing up underneath the fabric that left little to the imagination.

this was stupid. he was being reckless.

but he was still a trained... don't think about that.

he's trained for the worst of the worst. if it wasn't safe, he wouldn't do this, wouldn't put you in danger.

at least, that's what you try to tell yourself when your breath hitches. you try to hold it to keep yourself from making any noise as he touches you.

a metal hand comes to grope at your chest, and you swallow down a moan before it can escape your lips. he notices, obviously, and gives you a small nod to laud you for it.

he's on edge, you can tell. still listening to everything happening in the room, prepared for anything that might happen. prepared to get you both the hell out of there at any second should he need to.

his slight distraction makes him act more gently. he eases the hem of your dress up your legs ever so slowly, making only the slightest of adjustments.

his hand on your chest touches you over your dress, pinching at your skin through the thin material to softly rile you up.

this is a bad idea.

this is so fucking hot.

his fingers trail up your inner thighs, gently kicking one of your feet to the side only enough for him to get his hand between your legs. he teases, his fingertips barely making contact with your skin. it's only enough to tickle you, and it makes you shudder the more he does it.

he lays his mouth against your collarbone, placing a bite just enough to surprise you, while his fingers move from your thighs to find where you're not wearing any panties under your dress.

you're sure you feel him smirk against you.

you scan around the room again as he begins to tease, gently testing how tight you are, how wet and ready you are for him.

there's nobody watching, not that you know of. this corner is so dark, and there's not that many people here, and...

he slowly sinks two fingers inside of you, in a room full of half-drunk men you can't trust. in fucking public.

yet there's something about this that you might never get enough of. maybe it's the adrenaline, or it's the feeling of knowing you're the only one he would do this to. the proof that this is real, he is yours.

you decide it's the adrenaline rush.

you lay your head back against the wall as he sucks a hickey over your collarbone, fingers moving so delicately in and out of you, trying to make sure you're making next to no sound between your legs or from your lips.

you do a pretty good job of keeping your composure, you think, as you let him fuck you with his fingers against the wall of a literal bar. he keeps sucking hickeys across your chest above the neckline of your dress, leaving proof that this happened, so you'll both have a reminder for the next week of the crazy, sexy stunt you pulled.

you're never doing this again, you think.

but you're fucking loving letting him do this to you while the rest of the world seems to go about their lives, having no clue of what's going on right under their noses.

his fingers work in perfect rhythm, controlling whatever he can in such an uncontrolled environment.

"gonna come?" he whispers into your ear. it's so low you almost don't hear it, but you understand the sentiment. you nod and whisper, "more," into his ear, hoping no one else hears and catches on.

he gets the point, rubbing his thumb over your clit, now paying close attention to your face.

"my name. when you come," he whispers to you.

all the attempts to be quiet, to keep this dirty secret between the two of you right now, and yet he's still asking you to affirm his claim on you. even while you let him defile you in public, he stills wants the audible confirmation that you're his.

so you dig your fingers into his hair while you're holding him in place in front of you to preserve some of your dignity. he lets you dig your nails into his scalp as you summon all the self-control in your body.

"James," you whisper, little more than an exhale, and you shudder against the wall while you bite down on your lip, refusing to make another noise as you come harder than ever before.

this is the hottest thing he's ever seen, he thinks.

mission accomplished. this is what he wanted, to do this to you right here, tonight.

but he didn't anticipate the thrill being so... enticing.

he grabs your hand in his metal one, leading you across the room, back into the gaze of every man here, and drags you out the door.

you barely fix your dress to cover your modesty before you're in the light again, and you're pretty sure you watch him suck his fingers clean in front of everyone.

you're barely out the door, expecting him to hail a cab, but you're once again proven wrong. it's been a night of nothing but surprises, clearly.

he pulls you by the hand down the road and into a dark, creepy alley on the side of the building where the bar is.

he just can't get enough of this.

he hauls you further into the shadows, and you think you see a rat run by when he pushes you up against the hard brick, holding your head in one hand so it doesn't hit the wall.

he's scrambling, overwhelmed with the desire to take you right here, right now. his hands yank and pull at his belt buckle, trying to hurry up and fuck you already.

your hands are immediately on his, helping him shove fabric to the side before hiking your dress up and wrapping a leg around him to give him easy access.

his metal hand returns to hold your head, his other tightly gripping your leg in place around him, and then he's pushing inside you harshly. this time, you make no efforts to conceal the loud breaths and noises he's evoking from you, and you moan uncontrollably as he rails you in this dark alley in god only knows where.

you can tell he's far more riled up than usual, less worried about taking the time to fuck you properly and more worried about getting you both off. he's growling and heaving, even letting out small little whines every here and there that he'll never admit to, chasing after a climax you're both desperate for.

you get so caught up in the thrill, in the idea of what you're doing and hot wrong but how hot it is, and you're not even aware when you fall apart. your orgasm hits you like a truck, out of nowhere, and you cling to him all while sobbing his name loudly.

"fuck," he hisses when he buries himself in you once last time before letting go, filling you until the point you feel him dripping down your inner thighs while still buried inside you.

you stay like that for a while, catching your breath, the heat of the moment passing and making you realize the reality of what just happened.

you look up to meet his gaze. you want to be appalled, disgusted by what you both just did.

but there's not a single regret between the two of you.

~~~

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✶ The venom

Yandere! Naga Lord x Prisoner F!reader x Yandere! Naga Captain — MDNI! TW: Fantasy setting, Nagas!yandere, power imbalance, nobility and prisonner, one sided affection, lovesick, petnames (pet, little one, etc...), size difference, non con, P in V, anal, double penetration, hard fuck, breeding kink, forced creampie (multiple), forced orgasms, kind of Dom(m)/sub(m and f) dynamic, loss of virginity (m), missionary, mating press

You knew... 

You knew there was a risk... 

The raids were frequent lately, but you still went into the forest to gather some medicinal plants, going farther and farther until inadvertently entering His territory.  

Hael the Naga Lord’s territory. 

Before you could do anything, before you could even scream to alert any hunter maybe near you, he wrapped his long body around you, clasping his clawed hand on your mouth with a shhhhhhh. 

“One word, little one... And I dismember you...” He promises with a deep voice dripping poison, “You are quite the catch. What will I do with you, I wonder...” 

And without further ado, he crawled deeper into his lair with you trapped in his embrace, taking you to the heart of his nest for whatever terrible death await you now... 

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This is not how you expected to spend your evening... 

After your chores, serving the Lord all day long, he received the legendary Captain Breezeler. 

A younger, even bigger Naga. 

A deadly warrior. 

Back when you were still among your people, you heard about tells of the young, fiery Naga captain, collecting human king heads all around as they kept raiding into human territories. He became a living legend 

Or rather a living curse... 

You feel so minuscule between the two monsters, they could kill you so easily... And the glance the Captain gave you when he saw you... 

Always the same, always creeping you out. 

Like he wanted to eat you, which is isnt unheard of. Nagas are known to enjoy human flesh as a particularly refined treat. 

Each time he comes here, you feel him near you wherever you go, like he is hunting you down through the lair of the lord. 

You spin to see behind you and you always see the tip of a long serpentine tail disappearing rapidly, and when you resume your walk, you feel a breath down your neck... 

And you don‘t need that in your life right now, you are already busy enough trying to survive your Master.  

You thought you would have the evening for yourself, that they would discuss their legendary differences and mutual hate, or discuss their next assault on the next human kingdom; 

Leaving you alone, like each time they met, allowing you time to breath 

And yet, here you are... 

Your master summoned you into the wretched nest, and they welcomed you by towering over you with all their height. 

Menacingly 

Carnivorously... 

Lord Hael caresses your cheek as he tenderly presses his lips to yours, weighing on you, forcing you to lie on Captain Brezeler’s larger body under you. He keeps kissing you when his hand traces your slit, making you jolt and contract your muscles again, earning a moan from Brezeler that gently ruts inside of you.  

"Do not come, warrior. Your cock is not the focus of our efforts, it is solely there for her. Control yourself."  

You cannot be sure, but you think you heard the tiniest, quietest whine from the Captain Brezeler.  

Lord Hael keeps trailing your slit up and down, gathering your slick on his hand before massaging his hard shaft with it, mixing it with his abundant pre-cum.  

He then repositions himself comfortably on the moss bed and aligns his cock with your quivering entrance, pressing the leaking tip against your raw hole.  

"Are you ready, little bird?” He hisses like a chant.  

He pushes forward and enters your tight pussy and you feel immediately ready to bust into tears.  

Too much  

This is too much  

You can't  

How could you even...  

"Shhhh, shhhh... I know, Pet, I know..." Hael soothes, keeping on pushing, " It is a lot to ask your pretty human body, I know. It is not meant to fit a Naga cock, let alone two." He takes your cheeks in his claws but doesn’t stop, "I know it is such a struggle to allow us both to enter your ravishing body. But you will manage. You always make it fit." He stops his words to let out a bestial groan, "Hell, you are so tight! You strangle me, little one."  

He curses in their serpentine language, words that you don’t know, but you can see all his powerful muscles contracting repeatedly under his scaly skin. Your mouth hangs open, trying desperately to force air down your lungs under the sheer pressure your body is subjected to.  

You are so full and literally split in two.   

Lord Hael finally finishes pushing his girth inside, letting it weigh inside your fluffy inner muscles.  

"Fucking hell..." He curses lowly before raising his gaze back to look at you, "It is all right, Pet, all is inside. You managed, once again. You are so good for me, little bird." He takes back his breath before letting a little chuckle escape him "Mmmh, the bulge is consequent. I love to see it. Feeling your little human body struggles to take me whole until it works. Your body was made for my cock, it was made for your Lord to fuck you as it pleases him...” He purrs, caressing the sinful bulge of your lower tummy with his warm hand delicately, "Relax, sweet thing, relax... Do not whine like that, give your body some time to adjust. It is okay, we know it is always difficult for you." He licks your face from your jaw to your temple with a growl, "But you always succeed in taking me. It is proof you were born for it. You are the cutest little thing, born to let Naga men use your body... Don’t you like that idea, Pet? Don’t you love the thought of spending your life to be a pretty little thing and letting us use your delectable human body? Nothing to think about, nothing to worry about, just letting yourself be fucked stupid and receiving our loads deep inside of you?" He hisses in your ear, "I feel your tight cunt contracting at my words, Princess, you cannot lie to me." You can hear the smile in his voice despite your closed eyes.  

He dramatically pushes his long hair behind his back with a satisfied expression.  

"And what do you think, Captain? Mmmh? Don’t you like that idea? Coming to my lair with a cute dripping human cunt waiting eagerly for you?" He asks regally.  

Captain Brezeler hisses in response, greeting his teeth as your warm body constricts his big, big cock.  

"Tsssssss. He is too far gone. I can’t reach him in that state. But maybe you can? Come on, use your words and ask him." Hael grins sadistically. 

He... Is he serious right now? The Captain is even bigger than him! If the slave talk above him he is going to slit your throat! 

“Pet?” The Lord hisses a warning. 

You gulp. 

"Ah! Won- Won't you li-AH-like this... Lord Brezeler?" You stutter between his hips thrusts.  

"Captain." Hael corrects darkly.  

You wince  

"Ca-Captain?"  

You feel Brezeler’s deep growl emanating from his chest in your back, his breath short and shallow as he loses himself in the sensations your body offers him.  

"Yes!" He finally lets out, almost whining, panting heavily, "I would... LOVE that, Lady (Y/n), sweet thing, ch'eo-"  

Hael slaps the back of Brezeler’s head with his brows frowned.  

"Do not address her so formally. She is Pet, or little one to you."  

"Ah-ah...! Yes, Pet...! I would love to come home to your cunt dri-ah-dripping for me." His sentence ends in a long groan.  

Hael squints, looking at the both of you in silence.  

"Can I cum?" Brezeler asks, at the end of his rope, squeezing you in his arms.  

"You would love that, don’t you?" Hael asks, "Cumming deep inside of her, painting her guts white with your seed, claiming her like the baseless animal that you are..."  

"Yes, yes, yes...!" Brezeler pants heavily   

"Well you cannot!"  

Brezeler instantly digs his claws deep into your flesh and throws his head violently backward against the edge of the nest. You can hear him breathe deeply, fighting his deepest instincts to obey his Lord.  

But it is... Difficult  

"Come on, warrior. You are renown for your legendary self-control and discipline but a human butt pushes you into such a corner? Is she that good?" Lord Hael tilts his head mockingly.  

Brezeler keeps his mouth closed, but the roar of rage and frustration rising in his throat and chest is unmistakable. You hear him breathe through his nose as his fingers dig into your hips.  

Hael lowers himself to your ear.  

"I know you are, Little pet. You make me lose all decency and reason with that sweet, sweet cunt of yours…” and he fondly kisses your cheek, "Her tight little ass must be stimulated enough. You can stop altogether, Captain." Hael declares, disinterested in Brezeler's despair.  

"Hung... My Lord..." Brezeler huffs, at the very limit of his patience and willpower.  

Hael only raises an eyebrow at him, unimpressed.  

"What, warrior? What power do you think you hold in this nest? You are here to serve and please me. Your body’s only quality is to be used. Plus, a woman needs way more than that to cum... Look at her, she is nowhere near orgasm and you are already at the end of your rope? She needs my expert touch to cum, don’t you little one? You have had enough of him playing with your rear, right? You need your cute pussy and clit to enter the game yeah? Yes, I know, pet, I discipline this unruly beast and will focus exclusively on you." He pecks your lips tenderly, holding your chin dripping with your drool before focusing on Brezeler.  

"Lord,” Captain Brezeler growls, "You promised me."  

"I know what I promised you, warrior. But if you want your prize, you’d better honor your end of the bargain. I do not ask for much, only your total obedience. You are used to obeying, no? Blindly following orders with an empty head? This is what I ask of you, those are MY terms, and you knew it entering this lair. Yes or no?"  

You hear a snarl behind your back.  

"Yes or no, warrior?"  

"...Yes."  

"Good. So you will obey in all matters. I am not interested in knowing if it is too much, if it is too difficult, if it is too painful... You.Obey." Loard Hael growls, pissed off by Brezeler’s insolence, pressing you against his hot body, parting you from Brezeler that seems to try to hold you back.  

But he learns his lesson, and lets the Lord take you.  

"And if you do... You will earn the privilege I promised you. The privilege that a lot of other Nagas tried to gain from me, but I gave to none. Do you hear me, warrior? You will be the first."  

Brezeler seems to subside as he takes the measure of Hael’s words and the immense present given to him.  

"So? Can I count on you, or should I kick you out now?" Hael demands royally.  

"Yes, Lord Hael." Brezeler agrees, his teeth gritted shut, "But it is quite difficult to-"  

"This is not my problem, dissociate if you have to." Hael closes the matter, turning his head back to you, his hard expression melting into a playfully dominating one, "Are you ready, my sweet?”  

He starts slipping out, earning a hiss from you. Once mid-way through, he pushes back in, slowly, and continues several times.  

"There... Nice and slow... I would hate for your precious body to get bruised, little pet. What would I do if my favorite toy were broken?. Let’s give it time to stretch well for me."  

One of his hands grabs a fistful of your hair to pull you into a demanding kiss, so different than the gentle love he is making, while his second hand fondles your nervous bud and starts playing with it.  

"Oh, you have such an honest and reactive body, Pet. I barely touched your little pearl, and you strangled me hard instantly. I love bodies like that..." He chuckles in the kiss, “Mmmmmh, keep going, sweet thing, you are doing wonderful, and I am sure your our dear Captain ADORES feeling you constricting his stupid cock!"  

Brezeler whines lightly in response, but remains perfectly still as Hael orders, only caressing your hips with his thumbs.  

"I think you are ready, little one. You are dripping on my cock right now, you can take more of me." And Hael starts rutting into you at a higher speed, without neglecting your clit "Hell! Tight human pussy so good, better than any Naga cunts in existence... You are mine, sweet thing, do you hear me? You came into existence to serve me! Didn’t you, sweet little pet? You are my personal fucktoy, my beloved little doll to breed until morning came... Him? I will exceptionally lend you to him for the soiree, but you can refuse if you want..." He teases mercilessely 

Like they would ever take your opinion into account...  

Brezeler growls a warning.  

"Of course, little bird, of course you are not obligated to accept him. If you wish, I can send him back right now."  

You do not see it, but it is evident Hael is smiling sadistically at Brezeler with all the haughtiness of a Lord while Brezeler must be shooting him dead with his glare.  

"What do you think, pet? Do you want him gone? Tell me…”  

Yes 

You want him gone 

Both of them 

But you value your head on your neck still 

"No." You weakly gasp, already feeling your brain melting away under Hael’s mean hip thrusts.  

"No, my sweet?” His tone drips with venom “Oh, you have such a better heart than me, way more merciful. If I were you, I would kick him out."  

Brezeler snarls in response and Hael sniggers, audibly satisfied.  

"Well, Captain? Aren’t you happy our toy wants us both?." Hael orders  

"Th-thank you, Prin-Pet..." Brezeler grunts, his body heat skyrocketing.  

"'Thank you, Pet'? Who is the Captain here again?"  

"I-I knew she.. Desperately wanted... To be used by us both." Brezeler corrects, his cock stimulated by your bobbing movement on Hael's cock.  

"Better." Hael bites, "Now, my pet, where were we? Ah, yes, your delectable little pearl. Captain, since you are useless at the moment, help your little pet and stimulate her clitoris. I want to hug her with both of my arms.”  

You feel Brezeler's hands lowering on your body, caressing your inner thighs tenderly before one comes flicking your little clit earning a yelp from you clenching around them both.  

Brezeler yelps and Hael groans, finishing in a satisfied snigger as his hands sneak around your body, pressing you hard against his tall body. He forces you to lie down on Brezeler's tall, wider body as he lies on you in return, hugging you so tightly you feel like suffocating. His hands roam your body, caressing your back tenderly but also...  

Possessively.  

He deeply inhales your scent and exhales, satisfied.  

"Delicious... So delicious. I love your cute body, human, it gives me so much." He accelerates his rhythm, making you see stars, "Oh look at yourself. Absolutely cock drunk. You are drooling all over yourself, sweet thing. This is a mess! This is such a good look for you. I want to admire it every day..."  

You open your mouth... Only to let out an incoherent chain of whines and mewls and moans, utterly incapable of speaking a single proper word.  

You are simply to fucked out.  

"Shhhhhhhhh.I know, little one. Do not try to speak, just enjoy. Relax, let us do the work." Hael softly speaks, kissing the corner of your lips and cheek.  

Hael’s ruts inside of you, his former quick but sweet pace disappeared in favor of him roaming his hips into yours, your flesh hitting each other, lewd wet sounds resonating in thenest with your desperate grunts.  

He is mean and rough and impales you on his cock without any mercy.  

"You squeeze me so much, pet. This is... A delight !" He huffs.  

Brezeler keeps massaging your clit thoroughly, but his second hand comes to turn your face towards him and capture your lips again in a desperate kiss.  

Desperate for some affection in return.  

Hael releases your body to take support on the tree behind you, looming over you two.   

"Aren’t you cute together?" He snarls, " I could shed a tear.”  

Hael gives you a violent hip thrust out of the sudden and you slash Brezeler's lip inadvertently. You yelp in surprise as Brezeler licks the blood away.  

Hael releases the tree to place his hands beside your and Brezeler's head, dominating you both.  

Entirely. 

He considers you both, squinting, gauging you both before sniggering 

"Let’s resume." And he takes up his pushes, meaner than ever, more selfish, more... Jealous  

"Are you sleeping, warrior? I said, 'lets resume', do you really want me to kick you out?”  

"Understood, my Lord." Brezeler responds, keeping his tone neutral, the best he could. He reassures his grip on your thighs and resumes plunging his cock inside of you.  

Having Hael inside always was complicated enough; having Brezeler inside is another level of difficulty.  

Having them both inside, is a miracle.  

But having them both roam into you together must count as manslaughter!  

How?!  

How can you take them both rutting into you at the same time? Their sizes are not meant to fuck the same person at the same time! You are split in two by each cock rearangeing your guts as it pleases them. Your nerve endings are on fire, the shockwaves of pleasure disintegrate your brain cells with each passing second.  

And they show no signs of stopping.  

"Focus on my words, pet. Listen to me, I want you to cum with me. I want us both to cum at the same time, do you think you can do that for me?" Hael sweetly asks. 

Like a poisonous treat. 

You can only pant in response. They are literally fucking your brain out, making you roll your eyes inside your head. You feel your drool running on your own chin as you forget yourself in the pleasure   

"Focus, my dear. Captain, when did I tell you to stop taking care of her little clit?" Hael demands haughtily.  

Brezeler's hand returns between your and Hael's body to resume his sweet torture, making you mewl and cream all over Hael's cock.  

"Fuck... I almost cummed hearing you." He says, getting back control over himself, "Focus your mind to kiss me, little one."  

And your lips meet again in a starving embrace, devouring you out of lust and hunger. He robs of your air with the kiss and your dignity with his fuck. The kiss is languid and passionate as he thrusts meanly into you.  

"I am so close, sweet little pet. Can you sprint to the finish line to meet me?” He almost begs. 

But you know better.  

You nod weakly, just trying not to pass out at this point.  

“Warrior, accelerate your caress, stop everything, and focus solely on her clit for now. You can cum after. Help her squirt for me, would you?”  

Hael rolls his hips deep and hard in your pussy as Brezeler caresses your clit at a very high speed making you shake, moan, and tremble...  

Hael clasps his lips on yours, devouring you with his mouth like a starved predator, grunting and moaning his own pleasure. 

"Come on, Pet, I know you can do it. Cum with me... Come on, sweet thing. You would not want to anger me, wouldn’t you?"  

The scent of sex makes you feel dizzy, and all the moans and wet sounds make your head spin.  

Hael hips thrust start to get erratic as your pussy convulses and tightens around his long cock.  

And then, the tension snaps brutally and you feel like your brain just explodes at the same time as your pussy. In a blinding light, you squirt on Hael's shaft as he pushes one last time, spurting his virile seed inside your womb.  

Your orgasm scream is muffled by Hael's demanding kiss, swallowing all sounds coming from you. He keeps kissing you as your human pussy is milking him for all his worth, feeling his creamy seed invading your secret temple.   

Hael remains still inside of you, kissing you deeply, while your orgasm slowly subsides and with it your desperate yelps. 

He reluctantly parts from you, panting and sweating. The deep kiss led to softer ones on the tip of your lips, a strand of saliva connecting you, as proof of your sin.  

"Wonderful, Pet." Hael praises, sighing, "You did it, good girl. Oh, you are drooling all over yourself, little one. Was it that good?" He laughs at you cruelly, cupping your cheek, "I love you so much, my sweet pet. You are everything I need in this life."  

You whine under the praises, your heartbeat slowly going down, feeling sweat trickling down your body.  

"Allow me to remain inside a bit more, sweet thing. I need to feel your body around my cock a little longer…”  

Hael lies on you, weighing you down as he pecks your lips and cheeks. His tail wraps around one of your legs, moving rhythmically around your limb. You whine as Brezeler doesn’t stop caressing your little clit rapidly, keeping your spasming thighs shaking terribly and prompting Hael to look down between your bodies.  

"All right, warrior, enough. I will take it from here." Hael parts from you to sit on his ankles, still buried deep within you. "I will take care of her pearl, you may fuck her as you please."  

Brezeler immediately seizes under your thighs to raise and open them up and resume his deep rut, while Hael draws sweet circles on your clit.  

Brezeler ravages you like he is desperate, whining and moaning into your ear, begging you to accept him deep inside, he licks the sweat rolling down your temple while you feel like you are being fucked by an animal.  

You are definitely loosing some IQ points at each thrusts.   

Hael throws his head back, appreciating the up and down movement on his cock as Brezeler mates with you like it is his last day on earth. 

"That is not displeasing at all. Keep going a little more, warrior." Hael hums.  

Brezeler grunts in response and turns your head to capture your lips once again. His tongue enters your mouth to dance and hug yours in an intimate embrace.  

Oh dear maker...!  

It is like a horse pounding into you.  

This is such a trial.  

This so hard.  

You almost bite your own tongue under his ravaging thrust.  

"Ca... Can't! To-too much..." You whine, parting from the kiss to throw your head backward.  

Hael who was caressing the bulge made by his cock with dark satisfaction raises his red gaze to you. 

"Come on now, pet. Do not be ridiculous. Of course you can if I order you." He grins at you   

"I-I... I can’t..."  

"Shhhhhhhh. Of course you can, and knowing you, it won’t be the last time. Turn your head and look at your Captain. See how relieved he feels? You can’t deny him now, Pet. Can you? Look at his face, so lost in the pleasure you are giving him. Only you can make him feel like that.”  

You get lost in your admiration of Brezeler's face. He looks so harsh, but when he manages to open his eyes to look into yours, you can see all the desperation, the hope, and the lust.  

 All that his heart is capable.  

His eyes shine bright, begging you not to refuse him, to let him have this, that this is all he ever wanted in life. 

“Come on, Pet. What would happen to my honor if my possession doesn’t eagerly serve my guests?”Lord Hael’s let hang over your head. 

You gulp and lean forward to kiss Brezeler’s cheek.  

He comes undone instantly. 

When your lips touch his skin his entire body violently contracts and he buries himself to the hilt and cums deep inside.  

You cannot refrain from the pathetic cry of surprise escaping you as you feel his hot milky seed flooding your guts.  

You gasp for air, but ultimately relieved that it is over.  

Brezeler's body relaxes and hits the moss under him as all his strength escapes him. His body is burning to the touch, drenched in sweat, and his large chest rises up and down rapidly.  

Hael considers the scene before him and lets out a single mocking snigger.  

"Amateurs..." He slips out of you gently and you protest at the empty sensation in your cunt.  

Hael silently admires his work on you.  

"Mmmmmh... This is always such a joy to see my seed oozing out of your little pussy, pet. A shame I do not have our favorite plug on hand."  

"Lord..." Brezeler intervenes with a hiss, still panting.  

"Yes, I know, warrior. I did not forget.”  

Hael leans on the side to retrieve a chalice of water. You look at it with envy, feeling parched and exhausted.  

You cry as he gulps down the glass himself, craving that fresh water in your throat. But Hael leans forward, cupping your cheek, and kisses you deeply, letting you drink at the fountain of his lips. You swallow the water with glee and relief. He parts with you and leaves a last soft peck on the tip of your lips.  

He raises back to admire the obscene scene in his nest, his long hair framing his gorgeous face.    

He suddenly slaps Brezeler’s thick tail.  

"All right, Captain. She is all yours.”  

 You frown, exhausted, as Hael simply slithers out of the nest casually.  

You yelp as you feel Brezeler seizing your hips to slip his large cock out of you. More considerate than your Master, he does it very slowly, not to upset your sensitive body. That doesn’t prevent an ungodly moan from escaping you as his tip is freed from your tight ring, leaving you infuriatingly empty.  

"Oh fuck!" You curse at the new sensation, both relieved and displeased. 

To your distress.  

Brezeler kisses your cheek with a loud noise and lays you beside him in the large nest and... Rolls on top of you.  

You gulp, Brezeler looming over you in complete silence, both hands beside your head, devouring you with his serpentine eyes.  

"Hum... Captain?" You start with a trembling voice, "What did Master Hael promise you exactly?"  

"Your sweet pussy." Hael reenters the nest with a glass of human wine in his hand  

"What?!" You demand indignant and incredulous  

With his size?!  

No! 

Nono nononono nonononono no no!  

There are reasons why Hael got your pussy :   

-Hael never allowed another male to approach your pussy. It is HIS and his ONLY.   

- Especially Brezeler with his measurements!  

There are limitations to the human body and this is one of them: Your pussy cannot take him.  

Like water is wet and fire is hot, Brezeler doesn’t fit.  

You look back at Brezeler, praying for him to smile and admit they are fucking with you. A cruel joke at the expense of the captive girl, terrified for her life. 

But he looks incredibly serious and...  

Determinated. 

And crazy. 

"Master! Please!" You protest, putting your hands on Brezeler's pecs to prevent him from lying on you.   

"Relax, pet. I know you can do it." He responds incredibly disinterested.  

"How can you know such a thing!?" You protest, terrified and angry.  

"We prepared you all night for this goal. Hell, I was preparing you for several months!" He gently approaches to brush your cheek with his knuckles.  

"Trust me, (Y/n)..." Brezeler whispers softly, his hand cupping your cheek tenderly, "I will be nice... I will be tender. I dream of this night since I saw you for the very first time..."  

You gulp, yelping like a terrified puppy.  

"Go on, warrior. A human woman's desire dies quickly." Hael instructs.  

Brezeler angles your head up and lowers himself to kiss you. It is so soft, so sweet, so tender... You can’t believe he is about to crush you to pieces...  

You can believe he kisses you like a lover when he is your torturer. 

He brushes your noses together and sits on his tail, grabbing your hips in his large hands, and aligns himself against your entrance.  

His shaft is already proudly erect once again, as nothing can tire Nagas. He plays with the tip for three seconds before lathering his entire length with his abundant pre-cum, spilling again.  

You shudder, hypnotized and utterly terrified by his size.  

He presses his fat tip and pushes past the tight ring of your flesh.  

"Oh fuck!" you instantly explode, feeling all your air being pushed out of you as he invades your tight canal.  

"Language, pet." Hael warns. 

You gasp for air, several times, feeling like you are suffocating.  

"Fuckfuckduckfuckfuck...!" You repeat like it would make it easier for your tight cunt.  

Brezeler keeps pushing, slowly but without stopping for a moment.  

"... Fuck... Please!" You beg, out of your mind. 

"Relax, (Y/n)." Brezeler coos, "You are doing so great." He brushes your nose again in a desperate attempt to ease your tight muscles.  

You feel him stretching you wide open, tearing your delicate muscles apart.  

This is so hard!  

You feel like you are dying.  

And finally  

He stops  

"Breath, my sweet, we are mid-way through." He peppers kisses all over your face  

"Captain.. Please... I beg of you, please... I can't..." You huff and pant and cry, feeling a tear rolling down your cheek.  

Brezeler licks the tear with a purr.  

"Yes, you can, my little pet. Of course you can, you are so good for me, I know you can do it." he praises, offering sweet words to comfort and support you.  

You stutter several time  

"I can't..." You repeat, your throat constricted.  

"Yes, you can." he kisses you softly. "The Lord prepared you well. I know for a fact that you can do it. You only need love and time to adjust." He peppers sweet kisses on your lips.  

He grabs your two cheeks and delicately kisses your trembling mouth properly, humming in the kiss, vocalizing his satisfaction. The kiss is sickly sweet and reverent, like a devotee praying to his idol. It makes you feel like he loves you, his lips brushing yours as his thumbs caress your cheekbone, his purr resonating in the large bedroom.  

But why would he loves you? You are a possession, a prisoner. 

A prey to toy with before devouring it. 

You gasp and beg for Brezeler's mercy, but he resumes his motion, getting deeper and deeper, and deeper...  

"Oh fuck...!" You sob  

"Breathe, my sweet, tell me if it hurts." Brezeler comforts you, on the verge of explosion himself.  

It doesn’t hurt exactly, it's just...  

Too much!  

"Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease...."  

"Almost there, little one. Do not break on me, you are a big girl. Hold my hand.”  

Brezeler clasps one of his clawed hands in yours, intertwining your fingers together, and locking you with him.  

"We are almost there." He repeats before letting out a curse in Naga language you do not know.  

"How is it for you, warrior?" Hael mocks, "How are you holding on?"  

"... With difficulties." Brezeler admits between two deeps breaths through his nose, "I did not expect... All of that."  

Hael laughs, tremendously amused.  

"I warned you human pussies were something else. I was cursed until death the night I entered her tight vagina." He muses finishing his glass. "But you have no comparison point, do you, warrior? Bedding partners is not what you are known for, isn't it?"  

Brezeler gasps as you open your mouth in a perfect O.  

Finally  

You feel his hips against yours...  

He is fully inside. And that is a miracle.  

Brezeler trembles terribly, sweat trickling down his carved body, his breath is short and shallow.  

For a second you are afraid his gigantic body would just snap under so much pressure and fall on you, crushing you entirely.  

"So? How is it?" Hael slyly demands, "How does your first pussy feels, warrior?"  

"A lot...!" Brezeler breathily responds.  

You shudder, your little pussy stretched in a way you never felt before. 

"Mmmmh, maybe human pussy is too high class for an ingenue like you, Captain... You should have known your limits and restricted yourself. Feel free to slip out of her if you do not feel up to the task.”  

Brezeler's response forces you to open your eyes wide in shock. He roars like a beast, his long, pointy teeth gritted shut, refusing to back down before the Lord of Nagas.  

"You are sure of yourself, warrior, as I expected. But learn that fucking a rear and fucking a pussy are two different things. You need techniques, dexterity, stamina, and flexibility. Pussies are such magnificent jewels of nature but so demanding and complex... Are you really sure you can do it?" Hael keeps teasing.  

"I can." Brezeler leaves out, slowly getting back control over himself. " I can. Thank you for your concerns, my Lord."  

Hael laughs.  

"You think I worry about you? Learn a little thing, warrior, you are EXACTLY where I want you to be. You thought you wanted this, but I wanted you here because this entire situation benefits me only.”  

"How so?" Brezeler asks, slowly recovering his usual sterness.  

"Fuck her a little, and we will see if you learned anything in politics." Hael responds haughtily.  

Brezeler gives him a side eye, suspicious, but refocuses on you and his sternness softens a bit.  

"I am going to move, my sweet." He announces gently.  

What’s with the ‘my sweet’ with him? 

You greet your teeth in the sheer effort to not break down in his arms.  

Brezeler slips a bit out of you, just a little, and gently pushes back in. You instantly dig your nails into his hand and into the wet moss under you, piercing his skin to blood. But your body lets him move without being too difficult   

Brezeler tries again, and again, and again, and again, and... He is now making gentle love to you, stretching to your absolute maximum. You whine weakly because no other sound is able to pass your lips.  

"What are you waiting for, Captain? Kiss her." Hael seems to be losing his patience. "Are you getting shy all of a sudden?"  

Brezeler licks his lips before lying on your body, shielding you from everything with his size, and your lips meet for a kiss. 

Sickly sweet 

Sickly tender 

Like those creatures were capable of love, but you know better.  

"Go on. Kiss her as she loves it, use your tongue, rob her of her breath, and make her head spin." Hael instructs  

Next thing you know, Brezeler's tongue is licking your lips, demanding access. You reluctantly accept, and he locks your lips in a tender embrace, in a languorous dance of tongues and a languid, sensual experience.  

You mewl in the kiss, trying desperately not to bite his tongue in your confusion.  

"Very good. Keep thrusting, do not slow down. The next thing you will do is take care of her clitoris. Penetration is good, but what matters is that delicious and delicate bundle of nerves.”  

Brezeler’s second-hand caresses its way south, brushing your skin and leaving goosebumps on its trail until it reaches your clit and starts to massage it fondly.  

Brezeler's muscles immediately contract at your reaction, arching his back in a reflex.  

"Did you feel it? How she immediately clenched around your cock under your gentle attention? That’s how you treat a woman, do you understand?"  

"Yes, my Lord..." Brezeler tries to recover his cool but your cunt works him up so much he has trouble remaining focused.  

Hael looks at you both, a strange shimmer in his eyes. He approaches his large nest, hands clasped behind his back, not even trying to cover himself modestly.  

"Rise up and push her legs on her chest, then lay on them. Tilt her hips up." He says casually, caressing the side of your face with the tip of his fingers, looking at you with satisfaction.  

Brezeler obeys, grabbing your hips, he tilts them up, presses your legs on your rising chest, and lies over you.  

You let out the most lewd and undignified sound a human ever produced... Finishing in a Desperate gasped plea.  

"How does it feel, warrior? Can you feel how it magically opened her up?" Hael asks with a lopsided grin.  

"Ye-Yes'..." Brezeler nods enthusiastically, panting like a dog, rutting into you with abandon but still mindful of your physical limitations and size differences.  

"Keep fucking her, do not forget her pearl."  

Brezeler gasps and groans and moans and grunts, rolling his hips into you with what you can only describe as pure glee.  

"Continue, Captain. Keep going, feel her around you, appreciate her warmth, enjoy her wetness, admire how she welcomes you inside despite your difference in stature..."  

Brezeler's hand that is not working on your clit suddenly grabs the root next to your head and you can actually hear him break it apart with his claws, reducing it to pieces.  

"What do you think, soldier? Is it better than everything you ever knew?" Hael asks in a secretive tone  

But something in his voice is...rotten  

Like his words are dripping of pure poison  

"Yes, Lord! It is fantastic!" Brezeler declares, getting lost in his sensations.  

"Aaaaaaaw, do you hear that, pet? Your pussy is fantastic." Hael smiles at you, booping your nose.  

Then Hael suddenly grabs Brezeler's long hair and yanks his head backward violently.   

Brezeler whines in surprise and tries to get him to let go, but Hael doesn’t release him and shakes his head to force him into submission.  

"Now listen, soldier.” He spits, “You may be a genius on the Battlefield, but you are a wounded puppy in politics. I will generously give you a little class, in addition to this fucking lesson. All right?”  

Brezeler growls. 

But submit  

"Good. Keep fucking while I lecture you, she should not have to suffer your incompetence."   

Brezeler resumes his thrusts, his head uncomfortably forced backward.  

"Now listen, little boy. You may think I made you an honor tonight, and you would be right. You would be shocked to know the number of naga who begged me for one night in her arms. But I refused. Each of them. Do you have an idea why?"  

"...They were not worth your time?" Brezeler hisses between his teeth.  

"And that would make YOU worth it, maybe?" Hael mocks, "I had nothing to gain by giving them access to her embrace. You... You are fucking pain in my neck since your entry into the family!" Hael hisses between gritted fangs, "You kept turning around her endlessly. You think you might have been smooth and discreet, but first puppy loves are usually too exciting to be hidden. But it was also the perfect trap." Hael continues snarling, "For you see, this honor will be your curse for the rest of your life. Spending your first time between the thighs of a human woman will haunt you for the rest of your life and will only benefit me. You will wish to remain in this breeding nest, between those thighs, buried inside her until the end of times..." He taunts.  

Brezeler remains silent, listening attentively to where all of this is going.  

"But, if you wish to remain, you must please ME in return. And that starts by stopping all your crazy plans, stopping to ignore my orders, and FINALLY learning your true place in this family. Do you hear me, boy...?"  

Hael shakes him again before his mutism.  

"I pity you, Brezeler, having your first time between her thighs. Tasting true pleasure at last, but with her body. You do not know the shackles you just put on yourself. You will never be able to settle for any less."  

"What makes you think that?" Brezeler finally broke his silence.  

"Because that's what happened to me. I entered her once and realized immediately I brought doom upon myself." Hael reveals, "Why do you think I suddenly sent back my harem? I knew at that moment that they could never give me what I was craving anymore.” He lets the poison drip off his tongue to intoxicate Brezeler, "You will spend the rest of your life starving for a love no Naga will ever be able to offer you. You will walk desperately in search of an oasis to drink out of. You will try to dress a wound that will keep on bleeding... I.Promise.You." Hael enunciates clearly, like his long years as a ruler taught him "But... If you accept my terms, I will allow you to keep meeting her, to appease your hunger and quench your thirst. I only expect from you your total obedience and submission. Is that clear?"   

"Be more precise in your offer." Brezeler negotiates.  

"If I order you to stop your crazy battle plan, you stop it. If I order you to not mingle in other fae’s affairs, you keep that nose of yours out of their business. If I order you to not perform a preemptive strike, to not put our youngs in danger, to not flirt with the line, you obey. And if you do that, I will allow you to keep seeing MY pet." Hael hisses the 'my', "You will be free to flirt and to live your puppy love like you were in a dream. I will allow you to fuck her pussy all your heart contents, and if you prove yourself especially obedient to my power..." Hael presses his lips to Brezeler's ear to whisper, "I will allow you... To breed her.”  

Brezeler seems to freeze, eyes focused on his Lord, debating in himself whether he was telling the truth.  

"You heard me right, boy." Hael smiles at him, "If you are obedient, I will let you breed my cute human darling. Don’t you want that? Seeing her getting round and heavy with the weight of your baby? Admiring her walking around the forest with your legacy inside of her for all Nagas to see? Don't you crave it? Don't you dream about it?" Hael’s words finish in an incubus purr, tempting Brezeler, already slipping down the slope.  

"... What would my rights be toward the child?" Brezeler demands, cautious but oh so... Seduced.  

"They will live with her and me, they will receive the Family’s protection and privileges. But I'll make it clear to them who their father is, I will not take that role for you. When you come back from the battlefields, you can take them to your territory to have them all to yourself, I do not care."  Hael lowers himself down to Brezeler's level again "If you play your cards right, Brezeler, you will secure what every Naga parent craves for their descendants: privileges and security from the humans. If you listen to me, you will be able to fulfill your Naga breeding instincts to your heart’s content and protect all your children with my status.”  

Brezeler chest rises up and down rapidly.  

"All I ask in return, for all these honors, is your obedience and loyalty..."   

Brezeler presses his lips in a thin line, silencing himself.  

"I know that you dream about it... That you wake up sweating at the thought of breeding my darling. I saw it in your very eyes... This is so easy, you only have to say 'yes' to me."  

Hael turns his head to you, with a knowing grin.  

"What do you think, pet? Wouldn’t you love to receive this energetic young naga's seed inside of you? Be a good pet and bear our children to us both?"  

You open your mouth only to let out a choked gurgle, a long stream of drool escaping your mouth, your eyes rolling inside your head.   

You think you hear them speak but you could NOT understand a word to save your life with how fucked up your brain is right now. 

Thank the Warrior Brezeler is so focused on Hael's words his rut is less powerful.  

Allowing you to just... Breathe  

"Mmmmmh... Look at her Captain, admire how blessed she looks, how she takes your cock so well! Don't you want to spend your life pleasing her? Giving her the children she craves, offering the family that she deserves?" Hael muses, "Look deep into those eyes, see the bliss and lust, and tell me she was born for another purpose but to give children to the Naga clan." He purrs, looking at your dazed form fondly.  

"My work...Humph- My work is important! Only I can do it. I need to serve the Clan..."  

"You can serve in so many other ways than to set fire to it, soldier." Hael's tone hardens, "Be loyal to your lord without being zealous, learn your limit, and give children to the Family. That! Is the Naga way.” He shakes his head once, "If you accept, she could get pregnant with you this very night, Brezeler." Hael whispers like a siren, "Could you imagine it? Pregnant with your descendants? Your legacy secured, the ultimate goal: perpetuating the race."  

Brezeler's muscles contract as his breath deepens, terribly interested, drinking Hael's words like honey.  

"You are a good Naga, Brezeler. I know it." Hael soothes, " You know deep down what the species need. Securing the next generations, giving meaning to your very work, and giving you a reason to fight the human kingdoms. Don’t you want to be part of all of this? Be a hero in battle and in everyday life? Don’t you think your genius brain should have a chance to live on in your heirs?"  

Hael caresses the consequent bulge in your stomach, guiding Brezeler's eyes lower, towards your womb. He brushes the skin delicately and with love.  

"You have only one word to say, Brezeler, and everything you ever desired could be yours... What is your decision?”  

"..."  

"What did you say, soldier? Speak clearly, I did not hear you!" Hael demands regally.  

"...Yes... Yes, yes...!" Brezeler repeats, at the end of his rope, seduced beyond his mind, ready to pounce.  

Hael considers him in silence, squinting at the once fiercome Captain  

Finally reduced to an obedient puppy in his hands... It took some time, but he managed.  

Finally.  

"Good, soldier, good." He playfully boops the tip of Brezeler's nose, "We will discuss all the new rules you will EAGERLY follow later." He releases Brezeler's hair that almost falls on you, crushing you entirely, "You may have her as it pleases you, you have my blessing...She is all yours for the rest of the night.”  

Brezeler grunts heavily, taking deep breaths like after a marathon. He lays fully on you, pressing your knees against your chest, crushing you under the weight of his muscular body, one arm slides under your back, pressing you so tight you feel your lungs will explode, and the other hand grabs the top of your head, a mix between taking a fistful of hair and caressing your head like he could not know if he was trying to be gentle or rough.  

He takes a long lick from your jaw to your temple with the flat of his slitted tongue, letting out a long moan. He licks the other side of your face, drinking the tears and sweat on your skin.  

He then presses his forehead against yours, captivating the rest of your dying attention with his bright slitted eyes.  His eyes shine so brightly that the pupils disappeared altogether, and the moonlight is useless with two pairs of Naga eyes.  

He replace himself, his hips forcing yours to tilt upward.  

He slips out of you, leaving just his tip...  

Looks at you dead in the eyes, daring you to stop him. 

And rams his whole size back in with full force  

You let out a scream  

It feels like a bull run over you.  

He slips out and do it again, impaling his cock down your little pussy that does its best to take such dimensions ramming into you  

You try to take a big breath, but each of his hip undulation punches the air out of you. You try to cry and complain, but all words die in your throat.  

Brezeler keeps going.  

Accelerate his pace  

Until he fucks your poor pussy like he would fuck a sex toy, rapidly, deeply and greedily. 

"Fuck!" Brezeler curses between breaths, "That's fantastic!" He licks your face and mouth like a rabid animal would, his proper and elegant dispositions and manners gone with the wind, "Keep going, my sweet! Do not refuse me!" He ruts deep inside, burying himself to the hilt, hitting your cervix with full force, "You feel so good! Take me! Take me whole!"  

The tree roots complain and crack under his assaults, threatening to break under such activities.  

"Please, sweet thing, please!" Brezeler begs, out of his mind, moaning and groaning like a beast in heat, "Will you bear my children? Let me breed you? Like the good Princess that you are?" In his complete confusion, he manages to capture your lips and kisses you languorously, muffling all your screams.  

"That’s... Fucking impressive, i have to admit." Hael says casually, his arms crossed over his chest, observing the...Breeding session.  

"Let me cum inside my love. Let me give you a baby. A little one...! Oh fuck!" Brezeler grunts, his voice dropping several octaves as his instinct takes the reins of his brain, "Love...! Be good for me! Let me breed you, you were made to take my cock in your pussy! Gods, this is so good, I cannot stop!"  

"Aaaaw, the first love frolicking mark you for life! Make it count, soldier." Hael pats Brezeler’s shoulders with two fingers and slithers outside the bedroom towards his library, "Have fun, you two."  

"I can feel you all around me! You are strangling my cock so hard, I want to remain BURIED in you for the rest of my life! Oh please, Love..." Brezeler’s voice fluctuates between orders, laments, begging, prayers…"I never felt anything like that before! I can only think about breeding that cute pussy! I can feel it clenching around my cock, begging for my seed...! FUCK! I'll give it to you, my sweet, all of it, until the very last drop!" Brezeler chants his litany, rocking his hips so hard you can only wonder if your pelvis will not just break under such assaults "Do you want it, love? Do you want my seed deep inside you?"  

Raw pleasure courses your body, shaking your limbs violently. By some miracle, Brezeler’s fuck isn’t painful but that doesn’t make it any more easier and you feel his tip repeatedly hitting your cervix deep inside of you.  

"S-Sir...! Please!" You gasp, "You-You're too much... I ca-"  

"And all of it is for you, love! Only for you! Oh FUCK! The Lord was right! It's not worth it if they dont feel like you around my cock! Oh, you cursed me, Love! I can never have any other pussy from now on...! You will be my death...!"  

"Ple-... I beg of you... Slow down! I can’t take that much inside me!" You cry, "Oh god..!"  

"I can’t!" He gasps as he keeps plunging in shaft deep between your bruised flesh "You are driving me insane... I need that tight pussy squeezing me! Oh, you feel AMAZING!”  

"Ple-please! Finish quickly...!" You beg in tears. "Oh Maker, I can't!"  

"I-I can't! I want you to cum first! I NEED you to cum first! Cum for me my love, do it for me! Ah, your screams of pleasure are amazing!" His hand holding your head sneaks between your bodies to play with your clit.   

You squeal and tense instantly, your entire body under intense pressure, compressing his hard shaft.   

"That was GLORIOUS, my love! Oh, keep going, I beg of you! You are all I ever wanted in this life, I need no one else! Fuck, I cant think properly! Tight pussy so good...!" He furiously caresses your clit, leaving you no time to recover or breath as he keeps pounding you like a nightbull in rut. "I feel you squeezing more and more! Cum for me! Squirt on my cock! Make a mess!”  

Brezeler roars as he deepens his thrusts, sweat rolling on his carved body.  

"Hug me, my love! Dig your nails in my shoulders, claw my back! I want to wear the scars of your passion deep into my flesh!"   

The wet, sloppy, lewd sounds of your furious lovemaking mixed with the heady scent of sex is making your head spin dangerously.  

"I want to fuck my load deep inside! I want your stomach swollen with all of my semen! I want to see your pretty body heavy with my child! I want to show you off to all the others! Cute pussy letting me breed her as I need it!” He chants, "Dig your nails in my skin, make me bleed for you! Do what you want with my body, I give it to you! It was created to serve you! Hell!" Brezeler starts to get delirious between your thighs; gone is the charismatic and unsinkable Captain.  

You now have a true animal between your thighs  

"Oh- Oh Gods....!!!!" You hiss, feeling the tsunami of pleasure rising in your veins.  

"Yes! Cum for me my love! Do not fight it! Cum on my cock, use me for your convenience!"  

He gives a final, fated twist to your pearl, and you scream for all to hear, the tsunami crashing down upon you with such violence you think you will pass out entirely! Your muscles contract so much that you are convinced they will be torn to shreds! Your toes curl so hard it is painful as your back arches dramatically under Brezeler’s large body.  

Brezeler gives you four final thrusts that you can only qualify as violent and desperate, and he comes undone inside you.  

You feel his entire body hardening as he represses a roar coming from the very depths of his chest, burying his head in the crook of your neck and spurting his seed in your abused pussy.  

Your body suddenly...Fall  

Whatever was holding it together, tension, survival instinct, madness... Just snaps, and all your strength leaves you entirely, and you enter some kind of physiological shock. You spasm on the mattress of moss helplessly, losing all control over your limp body, leaving it at Brezeler's entire mercy...  

He raises his head, panting, completely disoriented, like he was in some sort of spell or trance this entire time. He looks at you, or rather devours you with his fiery eyes. He lowers himself back to capture your lips in a cry for tenderness, for any affection you could spare him...  

Your swollen lips dance together in an intimate embrace, and in your debilitating daze, you can pick up on the fact that he started purring.  

You break down crying. You sob and hiccup uncontrollably as Brezeler embraces you tightly, still buried in you.  

"Shhhhhhhhhhh... It is over, Love... It is done." He whispers, "I am sorry, my love, I failed to keep my urges on a leash, I lashed at you. It is unforgivable." His hands came cupping your cheeks to caress your skin with thumbs, "Look at me, love, it is over. You did it. You are amazing." He brushes his nose with yours tenderly, trying to soothe you, but you keep crying, "Hug me as as hard as you need, my love, my body is at your entire disposal."  

You don’t. 

You gasp and whine as he presses your body tight in his embrace, burying his face in the crook of your neck, kissing your sweaty skin. 

You shake 

Immobile 

Stunned. 

What’s wrong with them?  

Why does it have to happen to you? 

Why- 

“I am so jealous of the Lord. I know he has you every night, all for himself to enjoy and love. I could not let a chance pass to share and breed you.” He coos, "You did so well. Taking me whole like that, you gave me so much. You must be so tired, my love, rest in my arms for as long as you need." He brushes his nose with your neck and whispers so low you barely hear him, "I love you…”  

"Dear God, you took your sweet time!" Hael barges into the nest, a stolen book still in hand, making you jump and whine in Brezeler's arms, "...What's happening here?" He stops dead in his tracks.    

Brezeler looks at him with a sorry expression in his eyes.  

"I may have-"  

“Did you break her?!” Hael shouts 

He throws the book across the nest, and immediately runs to your side, "Pet? Are you all right? Look at me, Darling..."  

You sob as Hael forces Brezeler to release you, hugging your upper shoulders, "Hell, what did this brute do to you, Darling? I am with you now, everything is going to be all right, my pet, dry your tears, your master is here."  

You dig your nails in the moss under you. 

You want all of this to end. 

But you can’t escape their grubby hands. 

"Lord, I-" Brezeler tries.  

"Not a word, warrior." Hael cuts him short, "You did enough damage for tonight. You served your purpose, you can go."  

"Please, My Lord, I just..." Brezeler insists, but closes his mouth before Hael's terrible gaze.  

"Leave, warrior. You are no longer welcome in my breeding nest."  

Brezeler slides back, a stab deep in his flesh, but bows to his Lord in submission.  

He very carefully slips out of your vagina, wincing in displeasure as he cant feel you around him anymore.  

Hael sits down on his large tail and hugs you tight, whispering sweet lies into your ears. He cradles you, kissing the top of your head.  

"I know, pet, I know. Try to give a beast some food, and it will eat your entire arm. This... Animal needs to learn it’s place." He hisses, looking at Brezeler crawling back.  

Brezeler turns to both of you, in his golden chains of honors, his usual stern expression on his face.  

"Thank you for allowing me to come tonight." Brezeler bows deeply. He raises back and looks at you with... Despair and imploration. "I am sorry, Love. May you find the strength to forgive my actions and bless the fool that I am."  

And he slithers away, leaving you alone with the Lord.  

"Good riddance." Hael keeps cradling you tenderly, caressing a strand of hair behind your ear.   

His clawed hand comes to part your thighs away for him to see.  

He hisses  

"Such a crude animal... You are bruised all over your groin region." He shakes his head, "This boy needs to learn to handle others’ property with more care."  

“I am not... Your property...” You forces between your gritted teeth. 

A last defying stunt. 

Your master immediately grabs your chin to force you to look at him, his slitted eyes looking furiously at you. 

“What did you say, pet?” He asks incredibly coldly, instilling fear into your stomach 

You gulp down, terrified and weak before him. 

“I own your life, I own your body. I can break it how I want. I could allow all the Nagas that ask me to have their way with you, and a lot are less careful than we both are.” He lets you know, “I own this pussy and I’ll use it how it please me.” 

This is a threat as much as it is a promise. 

“And you better prepare yourself, little one. For each baby you will give that animal, you will give me two. Open those legs, we are not done for the night...” 

[solsticehymns]

jealousy, jealousy: drabble

remus lupin x f!reader / fluff / jealousy (duh)

summary: Remus isn’t one for grand displays of affection. But when he sees someone standing just a little too close to you, he doesn’t hesitate to step in—hand at your waist, voice steady, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. Maybe it is.

a/n: call this a controversial take but...i fully believe remus would be the most jealous of the marauders. james and sirius both think too highly of themselves to be worried about you cheating or anything but remus sees you talking to some guy and is genuinely shaking in his boots like i must intervene. that's the essential premise to this story lolol enjoyyyy xoxo, sunny ☀️🌻

wc: 573

“You know, I was thinking—maybe we should study together sometime,” the Ravenclaw suggests, his voice light yet calculated. He leans in slightly, his posture bordering on familiarity, the casual ease of his tone betraying an implicit suggestion. He stands just a fraction closer than necessary, his gaze holding yours expectantly, as if waiting for you to agree.

You offer a deferential smile, shifting your stance ever so slightly in search of an unobtrusive exit. “Oh—well, I usually study with Lily,” you reply, a mild attempt to redirect the conversation. You tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, hoping he’ll take the hint.

He doesn’t. “That’s alright, I’m sure we could—”

A firm yet familiar weight settles against your waist, grounding before you even fully register it.

“Hey,” Remus’s voice is smooth, measured. He steps beside you, his presence immediately altering the dynamic. He acknowledges the Ravenclaw with a nod—polite, yet unmistakably final—before shifting his full attention to you. “You ready to go?”

His hand at your waist isn’t forceful, but it’s deliberate. A quiet assertion. His touch lingers, unobtrusive yet undeniable. A slow warmth spreads in its wake, an unspoken claim that settles between you like something long-established. The warmth of his palm seeps through the fabric of your shirt, and your breath catches for just a second before you school your expression into something neutral.

“Oh—uh, yeah,” you respond, glancing at the Ravenclaw, who hesitates for a fraction of a second before rubbing the back of his neck. The shift in atmosphere is palpable, even if you hadn’t noticed it forming. His confidence, so easy and assured before, wanes pitifully as he glances between you and Remus.

“Right,” he says, his gaze flickering between you and Remus before he steps back. “See you in class.”

Remus doesn’t respond, simply steering you away, his hand remaining steadfast at your side. His thumb traces a small, idle circle against your hipbone, a barely-there movement you might not have noticed if you weren’t already hyperaware of his touch.

The two of you walk in silence for a few moments, footsteps echoing down the corridor. You can still feel the weight of his hand, the certainty of it, and it sends a quiet thrill through you. Then, unable to resist, you tilt your head up at him, a teasing grin forming at the corner of your lips.

“Remus Lupin,” you drawl, dragging out his name with practiced composure. “Were you jealous?”

His fingers flex slightly against your waist before he exhales, shaking his head. “No.”

You hum, unconvinced. “Really? Because it kind of seemed like—”

“I just,” he interrupts, his gaze flickering toward you, “thought he was standing a little too close to you, is all.”

Your grin widens. “So, you were jealous.”

He exhales again, resigned but not truly irritated. “You’re insufferable.”

“And yet, here you are,” you muse, leaning into him just slightly. “Still holding onto me.”

“I wouldn’t say holding,” he murmurs, though his fingers remain exactly where they are. “Just… guiding.”

“Oh? That’s what we’re calling it?” You let your own fingers brush lightly over his wrist, a feather-light touch that you feel him react to, even if he doesn’t acknowledge it aloud.

Remus mutters something unintelligible under his breath, but his hand never strays from your waist the entire walk down the corridor, his hold firm and steady as if he has no intention of letting go anytime soon.

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[xxgoldie]

stuck with me

in which you find out that Lighter doesn't do hookups notes: lighter x gn!reader [with cameos from burnice and lucy], college au, party setting, pretty darn suggestive but ends before anything explicit happens, alcohol consumption, making out + neck kissing, mutual pining, friends to lovers dynamics, no use of Y/N wc: 1.2k

you weren't quite sure what had happened, what heaven-sent miracle had occurred in the roughly typical first hour of this party, that had led you here.

maybe it was the fact that, as soon as you arrived, Burnice had somehow talked you and Lighter into each chugging a glass of her 'special new drink'. (the first red flag about that was that she'd brought it in in an unmarked, three litre plastic bottle. the second had been that Lucy took a sniff of it and immediately gagged. even so, a party was a party, and flavour aside, Burnice's drinks had never failed to get you a pleasant kind of wasted. so you'd shrugged, linked arms with Lighter, plugged your nose and downed it. your throat burned as the drink went down, and your skin tingled where your elbow had met his.)

maybe it was the fact that the two of you had then been immediately dragged into a game of 'never have I ever'. (in the hazy hit of the drink, which you were beginning to suspect hadn't included a single mixer, it had seemed like a good idea, even though you tended to steer clear of the game's typical topics around Lighter for fear of revealing a bit too much. it had been mostly uneventful; you learned that Lighter had never kissed a stranger, and suddenly you were thinking about kissing him. he learned that you owned a sex toy, and you wondered if he was having any thoughts related to that.)

maybe it was the fact that by the time the game fizzled out, the music was too loud to talk properly. (you'd pulled Lighter up the stairs, to a hallway that had yet to be occupied by other guests, laughing and chatting and not quite processing that you were now alone with him)

(not until something or other snapped the tightrope of romantic tension that the two of you were so used to balancing on, and you were suddenly pinned to the wall, kissing him like your life depended on it.)

now, your arms were thrown around his shoulders, his around your waist as his mouth lathed your neck and collarbone in attention. he was wearing a dark compression top, a sight that you'd felt blessed to behold at the start of the night, but that you absentmindedly cursed now, the material so tight against his muscular back that you had nothing to grip onto when he sucked a dark mark onto your pulse point. he groaned as you eventually found purchase on his hair, and he nuzzled higher, against your jaw line, his deep, needy breaths against your ear almost making your knees buckle.

"do you want to go back to mine?" you managed between gasps and whines at his ministrations. it came out less confident than you'd like, blurting out the proposition before someone could come up and interrupt you, before you could interrupt yourself with a loss of courage, "roommates are out- well, they're all here, so it'll be empty."

Lighter pulled back a little - only with his face, only enough that he could look you in the eye. he was definitely still drunk, probably drunker than you were, but there was suddenly a sobered look on his face, conflict flickering through his eyes before he resumed his attentions on the other side of your neck.

"i don't do hookups," he muttered, despite the way he was still pressing sloppy kisses into the curve of your jawline, soothing the sting of the half-hearted rejection.

and the sober part of you didn't want to push, didn't want to pressure him or make yourself look desperate, but your drunk brain was in the driver's seat right now, and it was telling you that looking a bit desperate would be worth it, and that maybe a little pressure was what he needed to cross the line you had both been toeing almost as long as you'd known each other. his mouth was teasing you like he was trying to turn you on, and christ, you'd waited long enough. you'd fallen asleep in his bed watching movies and you'd pretended to feel normal about the times that summer heat had him lounging shirtless on your couch, you'd had a litany of deep conversations and flusteringly intimate moments that had stopped just before they'd gone anywhere meaningful. and right now, he was finally kissing you, and you thought that if you didn't get this guy into your bed tonight, you might just die.

"yeah, i figured, mr. 'never-kissed-a-stranger', but I'd say we know each other quite well-"

"no, like, at all." he cut you off, though never pulling away, like he couldn't bring himself to peel his body from yours even as his words contradicted it, "I don't want to have sex with you and then never talk about it again. and I don't really want this to be a friends with benefits thing either."

you try to process his words and their implications, mind working through the blur of alcohol and the magic Lighter was working with his lips, tongues and teeth. he didn't want an arrangement that was just about sex.

"you only fuck in relationships."

he wanted commitment (as if you weren't more than ready to give it to him)

he wanted feelings (as if you hadn't caught those on day one)

the next kiss he pressed to your neck was soft, lingering. a prize for a correct answer. a moment to consider his next words.

"mhm. so, I can come back to yours right now," his hands slid down from your waist to your hips, thumbs hooking into your belt loops to pull you close against him. the effortless way he manhandled you sent your stomach into a sharp, aroused twist - that, or the physical proof of how much he craved that outcome that was now pressed against you. he looked up now, finally meeting your eye, nose to nose and lips ghosting over yours. it had been five minutes at most since he'd last kissed you properly, mere seconds since his mouth had last touched you, but you found yourself missing the feeling of it, restraining yourself from kissing the nervous yet teasing smile off of him before he finished talking. "but if I do... you're stuck with me."

and you almost wanted to laugh, because what on earth did he mean, 'stuck with him', like he was some sort of punishment? like you wouldn't kiss him silly every day of the week, even if you knew there was no chance of sex. like you wouldn't walk down the aisle tomorrow if he asked you. like this wasn't everything you'd ever dreamed of.

you couldn't help the grin that broke out on your face as you processed his roundabout confession, giving your answer in the gentle tug of your hand on his arm as you pulled him towards the stairs, towards the door, towards the ten minute walk back to your empty, roommate-less flat.

"don't threaten me with a good time."

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The interesting thing about QSMP is that it is a perfect example of how people spontaneously mimic the structures of human societies when they are thrown into a situation together, and the best part is that the resulting dynamics were totally unforeseen by Quackity himself.

We knew that the point of creating pairs and assigning each of them a little creature to protect was to incentivize people to break the language barrier and bridge the cultural gap—that’s the whole reason this server existed. And it worked wonderfully. What I’m sure the admins didn’t account for, however, is that because these creatures were played by real people, they developed personalities of their own and before they knew it, what was supposed to be a temporary event turned into the very core of the server.

It's hard to explain to people the sheer impact that the eggs left on all of us without sounding like we’re completely insane. Our brains are really bad at making the difference between real and fictional relationships (if there even is such a thing), so when you spend weeks taking care of a little egg that follows you around and eats the food you make and calls you its parent, you don’t just go about your day pretending that it’s all a game.

(Except Roier. This guy has exceptional mental fortitude.)

We are social animals. We look out for each other. When someone lets an egg die, it feels like a failure on ourselves and the people who put their faith in us. Look at Slime, he literally exiled himself for it. So they start weaving a net to stop their fall, a web of connections between the islanders that can withstand outside pressure. It takes a village, they say. The islanders came together to protect something dear to their hearts, and from their efforts bloomed a tight-knit community that never would have seen the light of day in different circumstances.

Accidents still happen, of course. But at least you’re not alone to face them. I often think about how every single person on the server at the time was immediately willing to accompany Jaiden and Roier on an 8k blocks journey to the place of Bobby’s death, not because Cucurucho told them to, but because they didn’t want the pair to face this hardship on their own. They didn’t need to know them well to volunteer—hell, the francophones had literally crash-landed the day before and Kamel probably thought that Bobby was some kind of pet still. They just did, because that’s what people do for each other. They’ll stand outside of the room where two grieving parents are saying goodbye to their child and discuss plans for a funeral because they understand that it’s the last thing you want to think about when you’re mourning, and someone has to do the unpleasant work.

Grief is a really silly and complicated thing that is difficult to simulate. I don’t think anyone would willingly put themselves in the state of anguish that some of the players were in during that time. Like Bad said, it was a genuinely traumatizing experience, yet you just had to live through it to understand why he didn’t regret any of it. These eggs were their babies—imagine someone gives you a little creature and asks you to sing them lullabies and bring them on adventures until it becomes something you look forward to every day, only to take them away from you on a whim—how fucked up is that?

But even in those moments of tragedies, there is some light to be found. Even as the Brazilians are sat around Maximus in a sullen silence while he plays the harmonica, the francophones are busy collecting bricks a couple feet away and discussing their plans for Pomme—literally ensuring the future of the island in real time. And they did a fantastic job of it. I’ve never seen people fight so hard for the life of a Minecraft egg; French viewers were literally threatening to organize a revolution on the bird app in case things didn’t go their way. You don’t typically do that for a two-week old cubito.

When you think about it, prying this server from their cold dead hands was really the only way to end this.

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Rating HSR characters in relationships

Title is self-explanatory <3

Characters: Boothill, Dr Ratio, Blade, Aventurine (separately)

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CW: cursing, mostly fluff and some crack

CW Aventurine's part: toxic dynamics, emotional neglect, jealousy, Aventurine in general

Lmk if there's any warnings I should add!

Had to restrain myself on Dr. Ratio I have soo bad brain worms about him rn he’s all I think about

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Boothill

10/10

DO NOT. AT ME. I PROMISE I’VE THOUGHT THIS THROUGH. I know most people who read that will be like “what the fuck Boothill would NOT be a perfect partner” and that’s where you’re right ! No, he would be an awful partner !

For MOST people. 

But see, he wouldn’t be just ANYONE’S partner. 

If you’re dating him, it means you’re exactly his type and he’s exactly yours. You wouldn’t date a guy like him if he wasn’t exactly what you wanted. He lays out all his cards on the table right away. Your relationship won’t have the chance to even begin if you’re not head over heels immediately bro 😭😭😭

With most characters I can imagine them in a relationship with a lot of different kinds of people. Like for example yeah I can imagine Aventurine both dating someone more reserved and sweet or someone bold and loud. Or someone like Argenti Lord knows that man could love ANYONE (or anyTHING tbh), but with Boothill there’s just a very narrow range of personalities I can imagine him with. Hence the rating cause he’d only be in one kind of relationship. 

You guys are a POWER COUPLE I tell you. It’s SICKENING how much you love each other and how well you fit together. Two peas in a pod. I’m gonna throw up. 

You both love the exact same things, you both HATE the exact same things, and you are both equally deranged and insane

The IPC hates to see you coming 💀🙏

You’re constantly in a friendly competition to outdo each other. Who has the higher bounty ? (Usually him) Who can drink most alcohol before blacking out ? (You, surprisingly) Who can kiss the other the most times during this high-speed chase ? (You always tie on this)

He swallows a bullet. You say “I’ll do you one better!” and swallow a knife. You are a human and so he needs to take you to the hospital so you don’t fucking die

(You both think it’s funny afterwards so it’s okay)

Even when you guys “argue” it’s never really that serious. Honestly you both think it’s kind of hot…… you argue in a devious, sexy way……. *smirks mischievously*

Sorry I cannot take him seriously

You match his freak <3

Nobody fucking likes you together. Separately ? Sure people like you. But the moment the two of you are in the same room it’s like you merge into one singular, horrible, annoying entity and NOBODY wants to be around to see it 😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏 neither of you have gotten a lecture about how inappropriate pda can be and also the two of you speak total nonsense it’s incomprehensible to everyone else

Considering putting Boothill on my “do not request” list, not because I don’t like him but because even I don’t understand how the two of you would fit together I can’t write it y’all are that weird

Boothill is for the freaks and he is PERFECT FOR THEM !!!

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Dr. Ratio

9/10

Okay I’ll be honest I’m not very caught up on Dr Ratio (I briefly hated him I only recently started liking him again HELP) so forgive me if there is some mischaracterisation in this I’m working on it my view on him isn’t complete yet 🙏🙏

Though Ratio is very ruled by logic, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have emotions. Furthermore, he views these emotions as important. Logic is not inherently opposed to emotions, and in fact, ignoring them would be illogical. 

That is to say, yes, he’s an intellectual man. But he also has a high emotional intelligence 😇😇

Like not in the way of knowing how to cope with them. I don’t think he feels many strong emotions regularly (except for annoyance lol), so I think he in fact gets kind of overwhelmed by them around you and never knows how to regulate them properly HELP

But what I meant to say is that, in a relationship, he considers your thoughts and feelings a lot and makes an effort to prioritise them. He does not want for you to be unhappy. 

He values you very highly. He takes all your opinions into consideration and treats them with respect.

He loves you a lot it’s actually ridiculous. He frequently gets annoyed at himself for how much he finds himself downright SIMPERING over you. 

And like yes Ratio can be very harsh in the way he speaks but I think that 1, his care for people (including the “fools” and “idiots” he seems to scorn so often) shows and it shows even more apparently for people he cares about, and 2 I think he realises it would be inappropriate to be as rude as he usually is to you. You two are in a relationship, you are not some stranger. He cannot go around criticising you constantly, that would not be a healthy dynamic. Meaning he softens his vocabulary for you. 

His care for you is very blatantly obvious. In the beginning I think he’s a bit embarrassed to show you affection. He hasn’t ever dated anyone, much less been in a relationship, with anyone before you (I honestly don’t even think he’s had his first kiss 😭😭), so I think his inexperience plays a part in it. But he still shows you as obviously as he can that he loves you, and he doesn’t shy away from vulnerability in private moments. 

Bro has researched how to be a good partner trust 🤞

He communicates very clearly with you as often as possible. He hates misunderstandings, and tries to avoid them whenever possible. The two of you are almost always on the same page. 

Whenever you argue, he still does not want you to leave the argument feeling unloved. Type to sigh, let his eyes soften and say “I believe it would be best if we both had some time to cool down”, then squeeze your shoulder as he passes you out of the room. Kisses you goodnight before you go to sleep. It’s often easier to talk it out the next day. 

The only things bumping him down from a 10/10 for me is the fact that he doesn’t have that much time to spare for time with only you (his schedule is very packed), and the fact that he cannot cope with his OWN emotions 😭 Great with yours because he can logistically figure out how to handle them, terrible with his own because they’re affecting his own mind and he isn’t used to it

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Blade

7/10

Surprisingly high rating for a guy like him but I swear I’ve thought about this ok don’t leave 😔😔😔

I think it takes…. A lot. Like a lot a lot. To break through Blade’s tough outer shell

He hates letting people in so much it’s actually crazy

The closest person he has before he meets you is probably Kafka, and that’s not really by his own choice he would shut her out too if he could 😭😭

(Not to say he isn’t like, calm and polite to people. He’s pretty reserved and just, like, quiet ig usually, he only really gets weird and aggressive when the Mara flares up or he needs to be for a mission. I just mean he isn’t gonna be open and available for basically anyone lol)

It’s mainly difficult to GET INTO a relationship with Blade, but if you do manage it, it turns out a lot sweeter than you’d expect

He’s just a deeply tired man. He is not malicious, he is not unnecessarily cruel. He is worn out and sick of living, of never getting the rest he so desperately craves. He finds some sort of respite in you, and so he treasures you. 

He trusts your judgement. He stands by you, no matter what. He’s loyal to a fault once you have him. The worst that could ever happen to him now is losing you. Even when he thinks you’re about to do something stupid (and he always tells you when he thinks it’s stupid), he’ll come with you. Better he’s there to take the hit for you than letting you go alone. 

Even with the smaller things, he shows it even more obviously. He cooks you dinner and lunch every day, so you don’t have to. He lets you decorate his apartment, and he never adjusts the things you place in it, even when it clashes horribly with his own style. He lets you drag him along anywhere, whether it be a concert or a park, without complaint. 

The main downsides with Blade are that he never, ever, verbally tells you that he loves you. Maybe once during your entire relationship he’ll say it, and probably when you’re on your deathbed, but he usually won’t. Even if you try to pry it out of him. 

He can be really mean in the way he says things sometimes, like telling you straight up your ideas are dumb, but it’s always softened by the way he agrees to do whatever you want anyways.

Another frustrating thing is how he cares very little for his own wellbeing. It’s a regular occurrence for him to come home with guts spilling out of his abdomen, and it’s really uncomfortable to see even if you know he can’t die. He can still feel pain, even if he’s learnt to cope with it well. It’s scary to see him so hurt so often. 

But you wouldn’t get into a relationship with him if you didn’t already know all this, hence why I rank him so high. He’s a lot better than you expected when you met him, which means you’re effectively in a better relationship than you’d have hoped 😭😭

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Aventurine

4/10 💀💀

I love him so much (my content is mostly Aventurine centric) but holy fuck man,,,

I have never and will never sugarcoat it Aventurine is TOXIC. Like GENUINELY. I wouldn’t say abusive but he can be really cruel. He gets lost in his own head and takes it out on you in ways he doesn’t really mean to. Aventurine is not a good person. 

He’s fucked up in all sorts of ways and it’s no surprise it could easily destroy any relationship

Trust issues ? Jealousy issues ? Commitment issues ? Attachment issues ? Insecurity issues ? Mommy, daddy AND sister issues ? Every kind of possible issue you can probably imagine ? Yes on all fronts, bro’s the full issue package 💀

It would take a very special kind of person to endure in a relationship with him (I would not be able to do it if he was real I’ll be so honest)😭

When things are good, they’re really good. He can be so fun and playful and sweet and he loves to spoil you and everything that belongs to him belongs to you. He loves you more than the air he breathes and he’d do anything to make you happy

The issue is, most of the time, things are not in fact good. 

I keep mentioning it but his relationships are always such a push and pull. A game of hot and cold. One second he clings to you and begs you to never leave him, and the next he won’t respond to your calls or messages. 

Even worse, sometimes he’ll be outright mean in order to push you away, insinuating you’re “holding him down” and that you’re “wasting his time”. You’ll find yourself questioning if he actually does love you, because what sort of person does this to someone they love?

(It keeps him up at night when he treats you badly. He hates doing it, but he needs you to hate him as much as he hates himself.)

Usually he’s a really smart guy. Even when he does stupid things (things like making a purposeless high-risk gamble, playing Russian roulette), he’s fully aware of what he’s doing. (He does it because he kind of hopes he’ll actually die this time.) But with you, he loses all his composure and can’t really think straight. 

He feels safe with you, and that scares him. He’s a danger to your safety, and it’s better to push you away, make you hate him, than it is to let himself be happy with you. His life is beyond saving, so all he can do to you if you stay is drag you into his mess. He can’t fix himself, not even for your sake. 

He lies to you, he neglects you (sometimes for weeks at a time), he builds up new walls between you constantly, but at the same time he gets insecure and jealous when you hang out with others. Only when you threaten to leave him does he finally start getting his act together, because he realises that now that he’s had you, he couldn’t bear to live without you (even if he knows that’s very selfish of him). 

He gets better with time, but I really, really doubt he’ll ever be fully healed. It doesn’t help that his job wouldn’t really allow it, and he can’t leave the IPC through any other means than death. 

I originally ranked him as a 3/10 (diabolically low rating I know 💀💀) but I bumped him up one because he will get better. If you stick around long enough, he’d probably make it to a 7/10, but since that would take like over 4 years of being in a relationship with him I felt it would be unfair to rank him much higher 😭😭 At the start he really fucking sucks dude I’m so sorry my condolences 

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Something To Be Thankful For

Masterlist || Ao3

AN: With Thanksgiving in the US next week, I could not help myself! Started writing this one last week and debated on posting, but here we are. Enjoy! Grateful for this community! (Also needed to post this before I move onto writing some Christmas content, lol!)

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Tags/Warnings: Thanksgiving, fluff, domestic moments, holiday traditions, family dynamics, slow burn, new relationship, found family, mentions of grief, mentions of wine/alcohol, and food TW.

Sypnosis: When you accept an unexpected Thanksgiving invitation from Aaron Hotchner and his son Jack, a simple holiday dinner becomes something more. Through shared laughter, heartfelt moments, and the warmth of a home-cooked meal, you discover the beauty of connection and the quiet joy of being exactly where you belong.

You were shuffling papers into your go-bag when you heard a knock on the edge of your desk. Glancing up, you were greeted by Hotch’s warm smile, softer than the one he wore in the field but still undeniably him. It was a smile you’d only recently gotten used to—the kind of smile that reminded you things between the two of you were no longer strictly professional.

The bullpen was quieter than usual. Most of the team had already left for the extended Thanksgiving break. Morgan had been the first to bolt, teasing everyone about having a “real” meal with family, while Garcia had dragged Reid out the door, insisting he couldn’t spend the holiday with nothing but his books for company. Rossi had a feast he was looking forward to slaving over, and you could still hear Emily groan at having to see her mother. JJ, however, was looking forward to the domestic Thanksgiving she was hosting. Now, it was just you and Hotch left, lingering in the familiar silence of the BAU.

“You’re not headed out yet?” Aaron’s voice broke the silence, low and thoughtful, drawing your attention away from your bag. He stood near your desk, hands in his pockets, his tie slightly loosened from the day.

“Just tying up some loose ends,” you replied, zipping your bag shut and brushing a stray hair from your face. “You?”

He hesitated, his gaze shifting from your bag to you and then back again. His expression was softer than usual, but his shoulders still carried that ever-present weight. “Actually, I wanted to ask what your plans are for Thanksgiving.”

“Oh, nothing special.” You shrugged, keeping your tone light and breezy. “My family’s out of state, so I’ll probably just stay in. Maybe I’ll cook something small and watch some cheesy holiday movies. You know, the usual.”

Aaron frowned slightly, the crease between his brows deepening, and you immediately regretted how casually you’d phrased it. His concern was unmistakable, and it made your stomach flip.

“You’re spending it alone?” he asked, his voice a touch lower, softer.

“Well, yeah,” you said lightly, trying to shrug it off. “I didn’t think traveling back for just a few days made sense. Plus, it’s not like I’ve never done it before.”

He didn’t respond right away, and his silence made you look up at him. There was something unreadable in his expression, a quiet thoughtfulness that always made you feel like he saw more than you ever intended to show. His lips pressed together briefly, and then his shoulders relaxed just a fraction. When he finally spoke, there was a quiet determination in his tone.

“Then join me and Jack.”

You blinked. “What?”

“Join us,” he repeated, stepping closer, his voice gentler this time. “It’ll just be the two of us. Jessica is with Haley’s family, and Sean… well, who knows where he is. There’s plenty of room at the table.”

“Oh, Aaron, I don’t want to intrude—”

“You wouldn’t be,” he interrupted, his tone firm but not unkind. He stepped closer still, and now his eyes held yours with an intensity that left no room for doubt. “Jack would love to have you there. And so would I.”

Your throat tightened at his sincerity, and for a moment, you could only stare at him. This was Aaron Hotchner—stoic, composed, sometimes impossibly guarded. But now, he was standing in front of you, asking you to spend Thanksgiving with him and his son. It was more than an invitation—it felt like a gesture, an opening to something you hadn’t dared to hope for.

The two of you hadn’t discussed Thanksgiving before this. Your relationship was still new, so new that you’d intentionally avoided bringing up the holiday, not wanting to impose or create any kind of awkward expectation. But here he was, offering exactly what you hadn’t dared to ask for.

“You’re sure?” you asked, your voice quieter now, hesitant.

“I’m very sure,” he said, his voice soft but resolute. “You shouldn’t spend the holiday alone. And honestly…” He paused, his lips twitching into the faintest smile. “It wouldn’t feel right without you.”

Aaron could see the uncertainty flickering in your expression, but he also saw the moment it gave way to something warmer, something that made his chest tighten. He hadn’t planned to ask—not until he saw you standing there, zipping up your bag with a casual mention of spending the day alone. The thought of you sitting by yourself, piecing together a small meal, felt wrong in a way he couldn’t ignore.

You nodded, the weight of his sincerity breaking through your hesitation. “Okay. I’ll come.”

The relief that washed over his face was subtle but unmistakable, and his small smile made your chest feel impossibly light. “Good. I’ll pick you up tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” you said, unable to stop the smile spreading across your lips. “Sounds perfect.”

As the two of you walked to the elevator, silence filled the space, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. You felt his presence next to you, steady and sure, and your mind raced with the implications of spending Thanksgiving with him and Jack. It was new territory, uncharted and a little daunting, but the thought of sitting at his table—laughing, sharing stories, carving turkey—filled you with a warmth that hadn’t been there before.

Aaron glanced at you as you both stepped into the elevator, catching the faint trace of a smile on your lips. For him, the idea of having you there wasn’t just about avoiding loneliness; it was about inviting you into something that mattered to him. Jack needed to see that warmth, that joy again. And, quietly, so did he.

The morning of Thanksgiving arrived, and your kitchen looked like a crime scene—a deliciously fragrant, pumpkin-filled crime scene. Flour dusted the counter, a rolling pin was haphazardly balanced against a bowl, and the golden-brown crust of your homemade pumpkin pie was cooling on a rack, mocking you with its imperfect edges.

“This has to be perfect,” you muttered, frowning as you adjusted the spices in the filling for the third time. Despite your best efforts, doubt lingered like a stubborn stain. You didn’t want to bring just any dessert to Aaron and Jack’s Thanksgiving table; it had to be flawless.

But the pie wasn’t your only problem.

Your bedroom was a disaster zone. A few blouses were draped over the chair, rejected dresses lay in a heap on the bed, and a pair of black heels you’d pulled from the back of your closet sat mockingly on the floor. Every outfit you tried on felt wrong—too formal, too casual, or just not you.

After tossing yet another top onto the growing pile, you grabbed your phone and hit Aaron’s contact. The second you heard his warm, familiar voice on the other end, you started rambling.

“Hey, okay, so, uh, what’s the dress code for today? Like, should I wear a dress? Or maybe a nice top and jeans? Or should I do something fancier? I don’t want to overdo it, but I also don’t want to look like I didn’t try—oh God, what if I look like I’m trying too hard? Are we doing photos? Do I need to plan for that? Aaron—”

“Hey,” he interrupted, a soft laugh threading through his voice. “Take a breath.”

You paused, clutching the phone tightly as you exhaled. “Sorry. I’m just… overthinking.”

“I can tell,” he said, still chuckling. “But you don’t have to. Trust me.”

“How can I not overthink? It’s our first holiday together, and I don’t want to mess it up,” you admitted in a rush.

“You won’t,” he assured you, his tone gentle. “Honestly, you’re adorable when you get frazzled like this.”

Your cheeks heated at his words, and before you could protest, he added, “Jack’s still in his pajamas. And as for me… well, I’m not exactly pulling out a suit for dinner at home. Something comfortable is perfectly fine.”

“Wait—Jack’s still in his pajamas?” you asked, blinking in disbelief, looking at the clock on your nightstand.

“Yes,” Aaron said, clearly amused. “And he’ll probably stay in them until I convince him to change for dinner. So, whatever you’re comfortable in will be perfect. You don’t need to try for us.”

His words sank in, melting some of the tension in your chest. “Okay,” you said quietly, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. “Thank you. I think I needed to hear that.”

“Of course,” he said softly. “Now, how’s the pie coming along?”

You glanced toward the kitchen, where the scent of nutmeg and cinnamon lingered in the air. “It’s… well, it’s not going to win any awards for presentation, but I think it’ll taste good.”

“That’s all that matters,” Aaron said. “We’re looking forward to it—and to seeing you.”

Your stomach fluttered at the warmth in his voice. “Me too,” you murmured, suddenly feeling a lot calmer.

“Good. I’ll be there soon to pick you up. Take your time finishing up.”

“Okay. Thanks, Aaron.”

After you hung up, you felt the lingering anxiety dissolve. You ditched the fancy outfit idea and settled on your favorite pair of jeans and a cozy sweater. Then, you went back to the pie, focusing on getting the filling just right while you waited for him to arrive.

When the familiar black SUV pulled into your driveway, you took a deep breath, balancing the still-warm pumpkin pie in one hand and a bag filled with carefully packed containers in the other. You barely had time to lock the door behind you before Jack jumped out of the car and bounded up to meet you, a wide grin on his face.

“Hi!” he chirped, his excitement palpable. He glanced at the pie in your hands. “Is that dessert?”

“It sure is,” you said, crouching slightly to meet his gaze. “And there’s more where that came from. I hope you’re hungry.”

“Oh, I’m always hungry,” Jack said with a dramatic sigh, making you laugh.

Aaron approached a moment later, his brows lifting in surprise as he took in the scene. You were balancing a picture-perfect pumpkin pie in one hand and a bag in the other, your face flushed with a mix of excitement and nerves.

“Pumpkin pie and—what’s in the bag?” he asked, his tone light with curiosity.

You straightened, holding the bag up with a sheepish smile. “Homemade stuffing. And a couple of bottles of wine.”

Aaron blinked, his lips curving into an amused smile. He had expected you to bring the pumpkin pie you raved about, knowing how thoughtful you were, but this was above and beyond. “You didn’t have to go all out.”

“It’s Thanksgiving,” you replied, shrugging. “It felt weird to show up empty-handed.”

“And the wine?” he asked, his tone teasing as his gaze flicked to the bottles tucked in the side pocket of the bag.

“One red, one white,” you said, grinning. “You like red, I like white, and I’m not driving, so… why not?”

Aaron chuckled softly, shaking his head. You’d thought of everything. “Fair enough. Why not?”

Jack reached for the bag, eager to help, but Aaron gently intercepted it. “Let me carry that,” he said, taking the bag and pie from you. “You take it easy. We’ve got this.”

As he walked back to the car, his thoughts lingered on you. He’d always admired your attention to detail, but this? This was another level. It wasn’t just the food or the wine—it was the thoughtfulness behind it. You’d taken the time to think about what would make the day special, not just for him but for Jack, too. It tugged at something deep in him, quiet gratitude that he wasn’t facing this day alone anymore.

The drive back to Aaron and Jack’s apartment was quiet and peaceful, the kind of stillness that only came with holidays. The roads were nearly empty; the world seemingly paused for the day.

Jack filled the silence, animatedly telling you about how his dad had let him help with the turkey that morning.

“Well, I didn’t really touch the turkey,” Jack admitted, grinning. “But I got to pick the seasoning!”

From the driver’s seat, Aaron couldn’t help but smile. Jack was practically beaming, his excitement contagious. Aaron found himself glancing at you in the rearview mirror, the way your eyes lit up as you listened to Jack’s story.

“You’ve got a good sous chef there, Aaron,” you teased, glancing at him. He gave you one of those small, subtle smiles that you were quickly learning to adore.

The warmth of your voice settled something in him. He hadn’t realized how much he’d been dreading this day, how empty it had felt knowing Jessica was away and Sean was off doing who-knew-what. But now, with you in the car and Jack’s laughter filling the space, it felt… full. It felt right.

“Well,” Aaron said, his lips twitching into a faint smile, “he might be better at seasoning than I am.”

Jack let out a laugh, and you joined in, the sound weaving through the quiet hum of the car. Aaron’s chest tightened for a moment—not in discomfort, but in recognition. This was something he hadn’t allowed himself to hope for in a long time: the beginnings of a new kind of family, one that made the holidays feel like home again.

When you arrived at the apartment, Aaron carried your things while you shrugged off your coat. He set the bag down carefully and returned to you, his hands outstretched to take your coat. His gaze lingered a little longer, studying your face before trailing down to your outfit. A soft smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“You look beautiful,” he said, his voice low and warm. The sincerity behind it made your heart skip.

You glanced down at your outfit—a simple pair of jeans and a soft sweater—and flushed. “This? It’s nothing fancy.”

“I know,” he replied, his smile growing slightly. “That’s why I like it. You could be wearing sweats, and you’d still look great.”

Your chest fluttered at his words, and you smiled shyly. “Thanks, Aaron.”

He hung your coat with an easy familiarity, glancing back at you as if he wanted to say more but chose to keep it to himself. For a moment, the quiet in the room felt heavy with something unspoken, but then Jack broke the silence, bounding toward you with the same enthusiasm he’d shown when he first greeted you.

“Come on! We’re setting the table,” Jack said, grabbing your hand and tugging you toward the dining area.

“Lead the way,” you said with a laugh, letting him guide you.

Aaron stood by the doorway to the kitchen for a moment, watching the two of you go. Jack was chatting animatedly about napkin folding techniques he’d learned from his Aunt Jess, and you were smiling, nodding along with genuine interest. Aaron turned back to the kitchen, his chest tightening—not from stress, but from something softer, more hopeful.

The next half hour passed in a warm flurry of activity. While Aaron focused on the turkey, you and Jack worked together to set the table. Jack insisted on folding the napkins into what he called “turkey shapes,” even though they looked more like triangles, and you encouraged his efforts as if he were crafting masterpieces.

“You’re a natural,” you told him as he carefully adjusted a plate.

He grinned up at you, his pride clear. “Do you really think so?”

“Absolutely,” you said with a playful wink, and Jack’s grin widened even more.

From the kitchen, Aaron glanced over at the two of you. His hands stilled on the turkey baster as he watched Jack eagerly showing you his handiwork, your laughter mixing with Jack’s excited chatter. The sight made something settle in him, a warmth he hadn’t felt in a long time spreading through his chest.

He shifted his focus back to the turkey, his mind wandering to how easily you’d fit into their dynamic. It wasn’t forced, wasn’t awkward. Instead, it was natural, like you’d been part of their little family all along. He shook his head slightly, the faintest smile lingering on his lips as he resumed preparing dinner.

The apartment filled with the warm, savory aroma of roasting turkey, the clinking of plates as Jack adjusted the table settings, and the soft hum of conversation. Occasionally, you glanced toward the kitchen, where Aaron worked with quiet efficiency, a faint smile playing at the edges of his expression whenever he caught your eye.

Jack’s laughter echoed brightly, and Aaron chuckled softly in response, the sound grounding the space in warmth and comfort. It had been a long time since Thanksgiving had felt like more than just another day, but with you here, it felt different. It felt like something new, something he wanted to hold onto.

The table was set, the food was ready, and the apartment buzzed with a warmth that felt almost tangible. Jack had insisted on lighting the small candle centerpiece he’d picked out, proudly declaring it “fancy.” You couldn’t help but laugh as he adjusted the napkins for the third time, clearly taking his job very seriously.

Aaron carried the turkey to the table, the golden skin glistening perfectly, and Jack’s eyes widened in awe. “Whoa, Dad, it looks awesome!”

“Thanks, buddy,” Aaron said, his lips quirking into a small smile. His gaze flickered toward you for a moment, something softer lingering there before he gestured for everyone to take their seats.

As the three of you settled in, Jack’s excitement bubbled over. “Can we eat now? Please?”

Aaron shook his head, chuckling. “Not quite yet, Jack.” He leaned forward slightly, his gaze warm as he looked between you and his son. “Before we start, I think it’s only right that we share what we’re grateful for.”

Jack groaned, though his grin betrayed him. “Dad…”

“Come on,” Aaron said with a faint smirk. “It’s tradition.”

Jack sighed dramatically, but you could tell he didn’t mind as much as he pretended. Aaron turned to you, a slight tilt of his head. “Would you like to go first?”

You blinked, caught off guard, but quickly smiled. “Sure.” You looked at Jack, then at Aaron, and for a moment, your words caught in your throat. “I guess… I’m grateful for this,” you said softly. “For being here, for both of you. This is the kind of thing I’ve always dreamed of—a warm meal, good company, and moments that feel like home.”

Aaron’s expression softened, his gaze steady as he nodded. Jack beamed at you, clearly pleased by your answer.

“My turn!” Jack piped up. “I’m grateful for… um… pie!” He grinned mischievously before quickly adding, “And Dad. And you,” he said, looking at you shyly. “And for not having to eat Brussels sprouts this year.”

That earned a laugh from both you and Aaron, and Jack grinned, proud of himself. Aaron’s smile lingered as he turned his attention to Jack.

“Well, I’m grateful for you, Jack,” he said, his tone soft but steady. “And for this… for today. It’s been a while since Thanksgiving felt like Thanksgiving.”

His gaze shifted to you, and there was something unspoken in his eyes, a depth that made your breath catch. “I’m grateful for you,” he said simply. “For being here.”

The words were gentle but carried a weight that settled over the table like a warm blanket. Jack didn’t notice the brief pause that followed, busy trying to decide what part of the turkey to claim first, but you felt it—the quiet sincerity of what Aaron had said.

As the meal began, the conversation flowed easily, laughter punctuating the clinking of plates and utensils. The food was incredible, each dish perfectly cooked and seasoned. You found yourself marveling at Aaron’s skill in the kitchen.

“This is amazing,” you said between bites of turkey. “I can’t believe you pulled all of this together.”

“Dad’s a really good cook,” Jack said proudly. “He always lets me help.”

Aaron glanced at you, a faint blush creeping into his cheeks at the praise. “I’ve had a lot of practice,” he said quietly, his tone tinged with modesty.

The meal stretched on, each bite more delicious than the last, but it wasn’t just the food—it was the atmosphere. The apartment felt alive in a way it hadn’t in years. For Aaron, this was the first Thanksgiving he hadn’t spent alone with Jack since Haley passed. The ones before that—when he and Haley were divorced—had been different, fractured in a way he tried not to dwell on.

But tonight? Tonight was different. It wasn’t just the food or the laughter; it was the way you fit so effortlessly into this moment. It was the way Jack’s eyes lit up when you praised his napkin folding, the way your laugh softened the edges of his own grief, the way you leaned into this space like it was where you belonged.

Aaron leaned back slightly, watching you and Jack talk animatedly about the pie, his heart aching in a way that wasn’t painful but full. It had been years—years—since he’d felt this kind of warmth during a holiday. Not since Jack was a baby, not since he and Haley had been on the same page. This wasn’t just a good Thanksgiving. This was a piece of something he hadn’t even realized he’d been missing.

For you, this moment was everything you’d dreamed of when you thought about falling in love someday. Not the grand gestures or big declarations, but this—the little moments. The laughter shared over a meal, the warmth of a family gathering, the simple joy of being wanted somewhere.

As the evening wore on, Jack began to nod off at the table, and Aaron scooped him up, promising him a slice of pie tomorrow. You helped clear the dishes, and the quiet rhythm of the task ground you both in the moment. Aaron glanced at you as you set the last plate in the sink, his expression soft.

“Thank you,” he said quietly.

“For what?” you asked, turning to meet his gaze.

“For being here,” he said simply, the weight of his gratitude clear in his voice.

You smiled, warmth blooming in your chest as you replied, “Thank you for having me.” And for the first time in a long time, you both felt like Thanksgiving was exactly what it was meant to be.

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[mydogatemymotivation]

Ok I wanna talk about the Zeb of Kalluzeb cuz sometimes I feel like he gets a little overlooked, but I have thoughts. A lot of people, when they're talking about Kalluzeb, talk about how Zeb can see the light in Kallus that he can't really see in himself all the time, and that's true, of course. But the extent of the discourse around Zeb is about Lasan, and I'm not trying to dismiss that or anything, but there's more to it than that. I think Zeb, the people around him, and the fandom, honestly, have this idea of Zeb that boils down to "good for a laugh, good for a drink, good for a game of sabacc, and good in a fight" and that makes a lot of interpretations of Zeb a little one dimensional.

But think of him this way: he was the Captain of the High Honor Guard on Lasan and he's a Rebellion Captain, and part of an ancient Lasat prophecy. These are all very noble, very honorable things. So how bizarre was it for him, then, to resonate with Kallus. If Zeb can see the light in Kallus then I think it stands to reason that Kallus can see the darkness in Zeb. And I think it would be so much more interesting to see Zeb react to that, because that shakes the foundation of who he thought he was. He sees himself as the white knight character, proud and honorable. So why does he like the fight so much? Why does he find kinship with a man soaked in so much blood? To see this happy guy who's always down for drinks and cards be so enamored with someone from Imperial High Command, I think it would rattle a lot of people, including Zeb.

I think Zeb hides a lot underneath his jovial nature, even from himself, and to have Kallus hold up a mirror to all the parts of himself that Zeb tries to hide would make him feel so exposed. Idk how many of you have watched Buffy the Vampire Slayer, but I was thinking about Spike and Buffy (I have a point, I promise, stay with me) and this is very much their dynamic. Buffy, who tries to convince herself that she's 'just a girl' and that she doesn't like being the slayer, likes Spike because he holds up a mirror to all the darker parts of herself. She likes that he's dangerous, she likes that she can be herself, she likes how rough he is, she likes that Spike can see all of that and that he still loves her despite those things, or even because of those things. And I love that dynamic, and I see some of Kallus and Zeb in it. Zeb likes that Kallus is dangerous, he likes the thrill that comes with loving him, he likes that Kallus resonates with darker parts of himself, and that's scary for him.

Kallus gives Zeb an outlet for his anger that can go toe-to-toe with him, he likes that he understands the pain of wanting vengeance and the pain of what happened on Lasan. It feels like, sometimes, the rest of the Ghost crew doesn't quite know what to do with Zeb (and this is no hate to them, I love them, it just bothers me), no one knows how to help him through the anger he has, no one knows how to talk to him about Lasan and he ends ups so alone, even with his family, because how could they understand that kind of darkness. But Kallus does because he was there. (And I don’t mean any disrespect to what Kanan went through, but he had Ahsoka for a long time. And he has Ezra who he can pass the teaching of the Jedi onto. He still has Jedi temples he can go to; we never see Zeb go back to Lasan. He’s also surrounded by other humans, but Zeb’s species itself was under attack. No one else in the rebellion is even breathing air the same way Zeb is. It’s incredibly isolating.)

I keep imagining the two of them in a fight, on the same side finally, and Kallus, being basically a living weapon, is covered in someone's blood and Zeb's first thought is, wow, red really is his color, followed immediately by OH MY GOD WHO SAID THAT. WHO SAID IT. NOT ME. …then again… the way his manic smile reflects off his blood-soaked knife is really - mmmmmnope. Nope,nope,nope not doing that. Not doing it. No thank you. He sees exactly what Kallus is and is incredibly into it. And that would be so distressing for him because he sees himself as this kind, noble person, and he is, but he doesn't want to deal with what it means to love Kallus. And everyone around him sees him as a kind, noble person, so when he starts having feelings for Kallus, he gets pulled to the side by a few who say, "hey, are you okay?" not in a comedic way, but in a genuine, this isn't who you told us you were, what's going on? And Zeb doesn't have any answers because this isn't who he convinced himself he was, either. Everyone put Zeb on this pedestal, but Kallus grounded him, and it’s like everyone is finally seeing this guy at eye level instead of at a distance and Zeb just has to stand there and take it.

Even in Buffy, though, it takes her a long time to accept her feelings for Spike because of how scared she is of herself. When she finally admits to Tara that she and Spike are having an affair, she fully breaks down. Like, she's on her knees sobbing, begging Tara not to forgive her for what she's doing because she wants to be punished by someone, anyone for the way she is, but Tara does forgive her, and she just cries harder. And that kind of shell-shocked, I'm actually as dark as he is, and I don't like that he saw it before I did kind of angst is what I'm talking about.

It's not just Lasan that they have in common. Zeb doesn't just balance Kallus, Kallus has to balance Zeb, too. And that realization that the sunshine character is not the sun at high noon, bright and unobstructed, but rather, the sun at twilight, tinged with darkness and teetering on the edge of falling is so good and there's not nearly enough of it with these two. I mean. Listen. People talk about Kallus' poor mental health but that scene in the finale with the shield generator. That wasn't ~noble sacrifice~, that was an attempt and no one talks about it. I mean, he just lost another member of his family and immediately tried to sacrifice himself. He needs to address his own darkness and work through it because he's not doing any better than Kallus.

Zeb sees the light in Kallus and Kallus sees the darkness in Zeb. They need each other.

[kkalimarii]

Do you have any Leech parent hcs you wanna share?👀👀🤭

my god, yes i do

thoughts below 💬

i feel like its a known fact from the community that jade and floyd’s parents are very much influential, and definitely shady. like the self defense courses, signing a contract to give birthday gifts in ‘good faith’, y’know, the works. all signs point to fish mafia.

but at the same time, they appear to be very loving and affectionate parents, which leads me to my interpretation of them:

headcanons! (sorry, its long. i have a lot of thoughts)

-i believe that leech mom and dad stand on equal ground. leech mom ain’t just a stay at home mom, her and her husband are equally apart of the ‘business’.

-continuing that thought, i think they would have a really similar dynamic as jade and floyd. mama appears with a kind smile and gentle voice, unassuming at first (in comparison to first impressions with her husband). in contrast, her husband definitely scares people off (he’s not scared to show his teeth off from the get go), but also has a sort of charm to him that makes him really alluring. but when you get to know the two… well, you’ve seen the twins, apple doesn’t fall far from the tree

-mama is scary. like, in that way floyd is, where she’s straight up laughing at your pathetic state with her eyes wide and mouth wide open, sharp teeth all on display. the minute she gets irritated with a client she’ll be very close to clawing out their insides.

-papa is…still scary, but not as unhinged his wife. he usually handles communications and relations, because he surprisingly, is more reasonable. don’t get it wrong - if someone tries to cross him and his family, he will easily tear their throat out.

-and no, they’re not always just going ballistic on normal people. they’re pretty cordial. if you met them for the first time because jade and floyd wanted to introduce their friend (or whatever you guys are), mama would think you’re totally adorable and immediately spoil you, and papa would come right in with snacks and treats for you to try (and a new pair of shoes!)

-they are, again as the game implies, very doting parents. they spoil their kids rotten, and actually have very healthy parenting habits with their sons.

-papa is a fashion diva. can’t catch him in the same outfit twice. always is buying more dresses for his wife because he is never not completely infatuated with her.

-which is funny, because my personal hc of them is that they were rivals/enemies when they were younger. their families had a lot of beef over territory, and everytime they met up it would just be snarky comments and LOTS of bickering. eventually, who knows what happened, but they just started making out like crazy during a fight and fell in love, got married, and united their families together (by force)

-they go on fishing trips with each other when they’re in the human form. i’m talking dingy boat, dad caps, cargo pants. they’re also competitive with each other about it (mama has a heavy lead). don’t ask me why, i just feel like they do

-mama leech actually hangs out with azul’s mom a ton, they’re very close

-sometimes, when papa looks at his kids, even he’s surprised at how weak his gene game is. his kids look like they were only made by their mother

-i also changed my mind, i think i want leech mom to be 6’0 💀 i’m always changing my mind though

sorry for the long blurb, i had a lot for thoughts that have been in my head about the two because designing characters also means trying to understand them as people 🤣

[jungkoode]

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→ PAIRING : Med Student!Hoseok x F!Reader (Brother’s Best Friend AU)

→ RATING: Explicit, 18+.

→ DATE POSTED: March 24th, 2025.

→ SUMMARY: You’ve spent four years convincing yourself that your brother’s best friend is just being nice when he remembers your coffee order, quizzes you on neuroanatomy, or lets his touch linger a second too long. Because there’s no way that the golden boy of Seoul National’s medical program might actually be flirting with you. Especially when he keeps saying things that could be perfectly innocent… if only he didn’t say them in that voice.

→ TAGS: second person perspective, female reader, medical school au, brother’s best friend trope, age gap (4 years), pining, touch starved, overthinking reader, confident hoseok, gentle dom hoseok, medical terminology as flirting (lmao), study sessions, domestic moments, innocent (but not really), plausible deniability king hoseok, anxiety, internal monologue, guilty crushes, subtle teasing, emotional edging, gentle manipulation, praise kink undertones, intellectual attraction, competency kink, hand fixation, voice kink, medical intern hoseok, first year med student reader, home setting, casual intimacy, unresolved sexual tension (for now), secret attraction, nervous rambling, self-doubt, intrusive thoughts, anatomy lessons with ulterior motives, competent hoseok, flustered reader, close proximity, accidental touches that aren’t accidents, virgin!reader.

→ CONTENT in this chapter: Quiet moments of realization, aftercare that proves something deeper, gentle revelations between sheets, understanding what being taken care of really means, and the kind of comfort that only comes from complete trust. | motional intimacy, aftercare dynamics, caretaking, trust building, domestic moments, shared vulnerability, relationship development, emotional resolution, comfort scenes, deep connection, vaginal penetration, protected sex, praise kink, ‘good girl’ mentions, sweet talk, wearing his shirt, slight restrains (wrists), size kink (big dick).

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→ A/N: And that's how it ends, folks! Started this thinking it would be a quick one-shot about a med student crush and somehow ended up writing an entire saga about trust, care, and finding someone who knows exactly what you need (even when you're too stubborn to admit it). Thanks for coming along for the ride—especially to everyone who's been here since that first couch scene. Special shoutout to my writing playlist that's now basically just "songs that remind me of these two idiots figuring out they're perfect for each other." I really debated on how to end this, because I like it as it is now, but also felt like it’s not fully resolved. But at the same time, I feel sometimes actions speak louder than words and nothing can convey intimacy deeper than what these two just shared. Also gives me an excuse to write volume 2 if I ever feel like it. For now I’m closing this series like this, and feeling quite proud overall, because I have finally managed to finish a writing project. Hope you enjoyed this as much as I did writing it. See you in the next story! ♥

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You don’t realize you’re still crying until Hoseok gathers you into his arms.

Your body melts against him immediately—shaking, overwhelmed, wrecked beyond belief—but his arms wrap around you tight, pressing you against him, shielding you from the world, keeping you close.

You’re barely aware of movement, barely aware of anything but the warm press of his body, the steady rise and fall of his chest, the soft rasp of his breath against your temple.

One arm hooks beneath your thighs, the other around your back, lifting you effortlessly.

You cling to him instinctively.

Arms curling around his neck.

Legs locking around his waist.

A desperate, unconscious attempt to keep him closer.

Hoseok hums against your skin, smoothing one palm up your spine, fingers tracing slow, steady circles between your shoulder blades.

"Shh, baby," he murmurs, lips pressing into your hairline. "I’ve got you."

Your throat shudders.

Your body is still trembling, pleasure still fluttering through your core, nerves still firing in the aftermath of everything he’s done to you.

And yet—

His hands keep soothing.

Warm, steady palms dragging down your back, up your ribs, over your arms, everywhere, mapping every inch of you with a softness that makes you ache.

"You did so well," he whispers, tilting his head to press a lingering kiss to your shoulder. "So well for me, Chip."

Your fingers fist into his shirt.

He hums, shifting you higher, cradling you closer, keeping you pressed against his chest as he moves.

The air changes.

Cool sheets brush against your bare skin.

And then—

Softness.

Your back meets the mattress, sinking into plush comfort as Hoseok lowers you, setting you down like you’re something fragile.

Like you’ll break if he lets go too fast.

Your breath shakes.

But his hands never leave you.

They stay—palming your waist, smoothing over your thighs, grounding you, soothing you as your body trembles in the aftermath.

Then—

A kiss.

Featherlight.

Pressed gently against your damp cheek.

You whimper.

Another kiss, placed just beneath your eye, tasting the remnants of your tears.

Then another.

And another.

Hoseok follows the path of your sobs—kissing them away, lips brushing over wet lashes, soft and slow, until every single tear is gone.

"You’re so beautiful when you cry for me," he murmurs.

Your chest tightens.

His lips move lower—pressing warm against the bridge of your nose, the tip of it, letting his breath fan over your face.

Another kiss.

Your forehead this time.

Slow. Lingering.

Like reverence.

Your fingers shake where they rest on his chest.

His voice dips to a whisper. "Such a sweet thing."

His lips brush yours.

Not taking. Not demanding.

Just there.

Waiting.

Soft. Warm.

Patient.

And then—

A kiss.

Gentle. Barely there.

Just the softest press of his lips to yours.

A breath, shared between you.

Your whole body shudders.

Hoseok smiles.

His fingers trace down your cheek, down your jaw, dragging slowly down the column of your throat.

"Rest a little, baby." A kiss to the corner of your mouth. "Then I’ll give you exactly what you’ve been begging for."

Your fingers fist into his shirt.

Weak. Trembling. Needy.

Hoseok stills above you, breath warm against your lips, his body heat pressing into yours.

Your throat burns.

Not from pain.

Not from exhaustion.

From want.

From him.

"Baby—" His voice is soft, careful, but you shake your head frantically.

"No." Your fingers tighten, pulling harder, tugging him closer. "Want now."

A slow inhale.

His head tilts, lips curling in quiet amusement.

"Do you?"

Your breath shudders.

"Yes," you sob, tilting your chin up, mouth chasing his. "Want you now, Hobi—"

A pause.

Then—

"Water first."

Your stomach plummets.

A whimper claws its way up your throat. "No—"

"Yes." His voice is firm, patient. "Water first, Chip."

Your lip trembles.

His thumb strokes along your cheek, soothing, warm. "I won’t fuck you if you pass out on me, baby."

Your stomach flips.

His voice is so gentle, so calm—like he isn’t fully clothed and hard as steel against your thigh, like he hasn’t spent the last hour dragging you through the most unbearable pleasure of your life.

But his eyes—

Oh, his eyes.

They gleam dark above you, swallowing you whole, already measuring, already planning.

You swallow thickly.

"Water," he murmurs, kissing your forehead. "Then I’ll give you what you need."

And fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

You believe him.

You nod frantically.

Too eager.

Too obvious.

But you don’t care.

Because you want. Because your thighs are still trembling, your pulse still racing, your entire body still humming in the aftermath of—

Oh God.

That happened.

That really happened.

Your breath hiccups in your chest, a little wrecked, a little overwhelmed, but—

But you giggle.

You giggle, delirious and exhausted and gleeful, because—

You pulled this from him.

Hoseok.

Jung Hoseok.

Hoseok who wears neatly pressed scrubs and glasses and smiles politely when he enters a patient’s room. Hoseok whose hands are steady, whose voice is calm, whose expression is always gentle when he’s listening to someone’s symptoms.

Hoseok.

Who just spent the last hour tearing you apart.

You shudder.

The mattress shifts beneath you as he pulls away, and you whimper at the loss—weak, pathetic, needy—but he just presses one last, lingering kiss to your temple.

"Be good," he murmurs. "I’ll be right back."

Then he’s gone.

You blink.

Oh.

The warmth of him disappears, the sheets rustling as he rises from the bed. You barely catch a glimpse of his back—broad, steady, his white dress shirt still wrinkled from your hands on him—before he disappears down the hallway.

A glass of water.

Because he’s him. Because he still has to do things properly. Because he just spent an hour ruining you but God forbid he let you dehydrate.

A breathless little giggle bubbles up in your throat.

Your hands twitch against the sheets.

You stare at the ceiling, still hiccuping a little, still throbbing between your legs, and—

Oh, God.

Oh, fuck.

This happened.

You squeeze your eyes shut, pressing your palms into the mattress, a quiet little thrill running up your spine.

You’re still here. Still in his bed.

Your fingertips draw tiny circles against the sheets.

A habit. A little nervous tic.

Your brain is spiraling, fast and sharp, flipping through everything at once—

(You came fifteen times. Fifteen.)

(You sobbed into his mouth, and he just laughed.)

(He made you squirt. You didn’t even know you could squirt, but of course—of course—Hoseok knew.)

A breathless little whimper slips from your throat.

And fuck, it should be embarrassing, it should be humiliating, but instead—

Instead—

Your fingers tighten in the sheets.

Because you like it.

Because it’s him.

Because he’s still Jung Hoseok, the perfectly put-together, golden-boy intern at SNUH, but he’s also—

He’s also this.

Not just gentle. Not just kind. Not just the careful, competent doctor your brother trusts, the one whose name gets murmured fondly in hospital hallways—

But this.

The man who dragged you through fifteen orgasms just because you lied to him.

The man who made you earn every single one.

The man who called you sweet while he broke you open.

Your thighs clench.

The distant sound of the faucet runs in the kitchen, steady and calm, like this is all normal, like this is just another part of his routine.

Like he didn’t just turn your body into his own personal science experiment.

You hiccup again.

Still lightheaded. Still soaked between your thighs.

But you giggle, dizzy and gleeful, tiny fingers still tracing circles into his sheets.

The bed dips beneath his weight.

Warm fingers press into your scalp, soft and soothing, stroking over your sweat-damp skin. A gentle pat, the kind meant for comfort, meant to steady you.

You shudder.

"Good girl," he murmurs.

The praise lands hot in your belly.

Your lashes are still wet, damp with the remnants of your overwhelmed sobs, but your fingers cling to the sheets as he presses the cool rim of a glass against your lips.

"Slow sips," he instructs.

You obey.

Your throat works, taking in the blessed relief of water, the cool liquid easing some of the rawness there. You swallow once, twice, lips parting around the rim, letting him tilt the glass just enough to let you drink properly.

His thumb brushes over your cheek.

"That’s it," he murmurs, voice soft, pleased.

Your fingers twitch.

When you’ve had enough, he pulls it away, placing it carefully on the nightstand, moving like he has all the time in the world, like he hasn’t left you bare and aching for him.

And then—

A rustle of fabric.

A shift of movement beside you.

Something warm and soft drapes over your shoulders, settling over your bare skin like a second layer. The scent of linen and faint cologne engulfs you, fresh but familiar, threaded through with the faintest trace of sweat.

You blink down at yourself, slow, disoriented.

It’s his shirt.

His white dress shirt, still warm from his body, sleeves too long, hem pooling at your thighs.

Your breath catches.

You hadn’t even noticed him unbuttoning it. Hadn’t registered the way his fingers had moved so easily, slipping it from his shoulders, rolling it off like it was nothing—like it wasn’t everything.

Your fingers lift, tentative, touching the fabric.

Hoseok just watches. Amused.

His head tilts, gaze dragging over you—soft now, lazy, pleased.

“Much better,” he muses.

His knuckles brush under your chin, tilting your face up. When he sees the look in your eyes—wide, hazy, still wrecked—his lips twitch.

A smirk.

And then, fingers slipping beneath the hem, brushing against your bare thighs—

“Now…” he murmurs, his palm flattening over your stomach, pressing just lightly.

“You’re covered, just like you wanted.”

The bed shifts as he moves, settling his weight beside you, one knee nudging between your thighs, parting them effortlessly.

“But since you seem to love my shirt so much…” His voice dips, smooth and teasing, hands already working the hem higher.

“I think I’ll fuck you in it.”

Your stomach flips.

You whimper, legs squeezing together, but—

Hoseok moves.

Not toward you.

Not immediately.

Instead, he shifts toward the nightstand.

Slow. Torturously slow.

Your breath catches.

He knows what he’s doing.

Of course he knows.

His movements are deliberate—each action drawn out, stretching the moment, letting you feel the weight of every second, every inch of distance between you.

Your fingers clench uselessly at the sheets.

He opens the drawer.

A pause.

His fingers rummage through—calm, methodical, as if he isn’t about to fuck you senseless, as if this isn’t the thing you’ve been begging for—

You whimper.

Hoseok smirks.

He takes his time, sifting through things that do not matter—his watch, a stray pen, his glasses case, something that isn’t a condom, because he’s cruel, because he likes this, because he likes making you squirm.

You do squirm, thighs pressing together, breath uneven, and—

Finally.

Finally, he pulls out a box.

The cardboard rustles between his fingers.

Your whole body locks.

The box is pristine, sharp edges, clearly unopened.

And yet—

The way he holds it.

The way he examines it, tilting it slightly in his grip, lips pursing slightly as if he’s considering something—

You hate him.

You hate him.

You whimper, shifting restlessly against the sheets, and—

Oh.

Oh, he loves this.

You can see it.

The way his mouth quirks at the corner. The way his tongue presses briefly against the inside of his cheek. The way his fingers drum lightly against the box before—

He flicks it open.

Your breath stops.

His fingers slip inside, slow, searching, before finally, finally—

He pulls one free.

Holds it between his index and middle finger.

And smirks.

The foil packet gleams in the dim light.

Your stomach flips.

Your fingers twitch.

But then—

Hoseok fixes his hair.

A casual, nonchalant movement.

Like this isn’t anything to him.

Like he’s not about to be balls-deep inside you for the first time.

Like this is just another part of his routine.

Your whole body shakes.

He notices.

Of course he notices.

The smirk lingers as he moves back to the bed, glass left forgotten on the nightstand.

And then—

He sits.

The bed dips.

Your whole body tenses.

Hoseok tilts his head.

"Wanna put it on me?"

His voice is smooth, just barely teasing, but underneath—underneath, there’s something else.

Something dark.

Something patient.

Something waiting.

Your breath hiccups.

You nod, fast, eager, wetness still clinging to your lashes.

Hoseok’s smirk deepens.

"Then go on, Chip."

He leans back on his hands, stretching out, voice dropping to a murmur—

"Earn it."

Your fingers fumble at his zipper, eager, shaky, desperate to get to him, to feel him, to finally have him the way you’ve been begging for.

Hoseok chuckles.

The sound is warm, soft, fond—which only makes your stomach twist harder, makes your fingers tremble worse.

"Easy, baby," he murmurs, his hand covering yours, stopping you before you can tug him free. "Need to take them off properly first."

Your face burns.

You whimper, shifting impatiently against the sheets, but he just smirks, brushing a lazy kiss over your forehead before standing up.

The loss of his warmth makes you ache.

You barely have time to mourn it before—

He starts undressing.

Your breath catches.

Hoseok moves unhurriedly, stretching out his elbows before reaching for his pants.

The button pops open.

The zipper glides down.

Your mouth dries.

You stare up at him, wide-eyed, chest heaving, pulse pounding, throbbing between your thighs as he shoves the slacks past his hips, letting them pool at his feet.

Then his briefs.

He hooks his thumbs under the waistband, pushing them down, and—

Fuck.

Your lips part.

Hoseok is…

Big.

You knew that.

You knew.

You remember the struggle of fitting him in your mouth, the way he barely fit past your lips, the way you had to work to take him.

But seeing him like this?

All of him?

Eight thick, aching inches, flushed and leaking, the veins pulsing up his length, the sheer size of him standing rigid against his stomach—

Your throat closes.

Hoseok notices.

Of course he notices.

The corner of his mouth quirks, amusement curling through his gaze as he reaches down—

And caresses your lower lip with his thumb.

Your breath shudders.

Your tongue peeks out instinctively, barely brushing his fingertip, and his smirk deepens.

"So eager," he murmurs, thumb pressing down just slightly, making you feel the weight of it. "Didn’t even wait for me to sit back down."

Your face burns.

Hoseok just chuckles.

The warmth of his touch disappears as he moves, settling himself back onto the bed, stretching out—legs wide, arms resting loosely at his sides, body completely bare for you now.

Then—

He raises the condom between his fingers.

A silent invitation.

Your stomach flips.

You reach for it, still breathless, still shaking slightly, but when you try to tear it open—

Clumsy.

Fumbling.

Your fingers don’t quite grip the foil properly, slipping against the edge, failing to find the right angle, struggling with something that should be so simple—

Hoseok doesn’t say anything.

Doesn’t tease.

Doesn’t smirk.

Just… watches.

Quiet. Patient.

His gaze is soft, steady, waiting.

You feel it.

Feel the weight of his attention, feel the way he’s watching you, not mocking, not correcting—just looking at you.

And for some reason—

That’s worse.

Your fingers tremble harder.

You glance up, cheeks burning, lips parting before you can stop yourself—

"Stop looking at me."

Hoseok grins.

Slow. Amused.

Like he expected that.

Like he knew you’d say it.

But he doesn’t stop looking.

Just tilts his head.

"Can’t."

Your fingers pause, the condom still clutched in your grip, and you glance up at him—confused, breathless, waiting.

He’s still watching you.

Still looking.

Still letting you feel the weight of his gaze, unshaken, unbothered—completely at ease while you sit there, bare and flustered and desperate for him.

Your pulse skitters.

Then—

He smirks.

"You’re doing it again."

Your brows knit. "What—"

"Your cheeks."

Your breath catches.

He leans in, voice dropping lower, softer, teasing.

"Like a chipmunk."

Your entire body locks up.

Oh.

Oh, fuck.

Your chest tightens.

Because—

Because that’s—

The first time.

The first time he called you that. The first time he marked you, the first time he turned something innocent into something that belonged to him.

The first time you became Chip.

Your heart races.

Something deep inside you thrums, something unbearably warm, unbearably good, something that snaps—

You kiss him.

Your hands shoot up instinctively, grasping at his jaw, your lips pressing to his without thinking, without waiting, without hesitation.

Hoseok freezes.

Just for a second.

Just for a breath.

Just long enough for you to panic, for your stomach to twist, for you to think—oh, fuck, I shouldn’t have done that—

Then he responds.

His lips move.

He kisses you back.

Slow. Steady. Measured.

But warm.

So warm.

So good.

Your whole body melts, pressing closer, needing more, fingers still tangled in his neck as you sigh against his mouth.

Hoseok chuckles.

Soft. Fond.

"Sweet thing," he murmurs against your lips.

You whimper, pressing deeper, and he lets you—lets you take what you need, lets you cling to him, lets you pour yourself into the kiss until your lungs burn, until you’re gasping, until you remember—

The condom.

Your breath shudders.

You pull back, fingers clumsy as you tear the foil open, still shaky, still breathless from the kiss, and—

Hoseok just watches.

Smirking. Amused.

But he doesn’t say anything.

He just lets you try.

You slide it over him carefully, hands unsteady, still wide-eyed at the sheer size of him, still feeling the way your pulse thuds at the sight.

He’s…

He’s huge.

You knew that. You remember that.

But now—

Now you’re about to—

Your breath hiccups.

You shift onto your knees, thighs spreading as you move to straddle him, hovering just above him, body trembling, still dizzy, still soaked from everything he’s done to you—

And he still lets you try.

But then—

The moment your fingers press against his chest, the moment you try to steady yourself, the moment your thighs trembleas you hover—

His hands clamp down on your waist.

"Woah, Chip—"

A sharp exhale, his fingers firm, steadying you in place, holding you still before you can sink down too fast, before you can hurt yourself.

"Steady."

Your heart races.

His grip tightens slightly, thumbs smoothing over your ribs, keeping you held, keeping you anchored as he looks up at you.

His voice is lower now. Softer.

"Baby," he murmurs, something warm curling behind his words. "You have to take your time."

His hands slide up your sides, palms warm over bare skin, smoothing over the fabric of his dress shirt where it hangs loose around you. The sleeves slip lower as he adjusts his grip, dragging the soft cotton against your ribs, against your overheated skin.

Your thighs shake.

Hoseok smirks, eyes glinting.

"You think you can take me just like that?"

Your breath shudders.

Because—

Because no.

Not really.

Not all at once.

He’s too big. You know that.

But you’re—

You want it so bad.

You’re so ready.

You need it.

You shift slightly, pressing down just a little, feeling the head of him brush against your soaked entrance, and—

Hoseok groans.

His fingers dig into your hips, grip tightening, controlling the movement before you can force it, before you can rush it, before you can hurt yourself trying to take something that isn’t meant to be taken fast.

"Slow, baby," he murmurs, voice thicker, deeper.

You whimper.

Hoseok’s grip softens slightly, thumbs rubbing gentle circles against your skin.

"Let me help."

You nod frantically, fingers gripping at the open lapels of his shirt, still draped over your frame. The movement makes the fabric shift, slipping off one shoulder, baring more of your skin beneath his touch.

You feel desperate. Breathless.

And then—

Hoseok smiles.

Slow.

Dark.

Steady.

Then he guides you down.

Your breath shatters.

The first inch stings.

Not painful—not quite—but tight, an ache so deep and slow it makes your thighs tremble.

Hoseok feels it.

Of course he does.

His grip tightens, fingers firm at your waist, holding you still, keeping you from taking too much, keeping you from sinking down too fast.

"Easy, baby," he murmurs.

Your breath catches.

Because—

Oh.

Oh, fuck.

This—

This is so much.

He’s thick, stretching you in a way that makes your walls clamp down, muscles fluttering, your body trying to pull him in while also fighting to accommodate him.

You whimper.

Hoseok hums, pleased.

His hands soothe over your waist, warm palms stroking up your sides, dragging slow, steady circles over your skin.

"That’s it," he murmurs, voice gentle, but the words still send something dark curling through your stomach. "Just like that, Chip."

His thumbs stroke slow circles into your waist, fingertips grazing over the smooth cotton hanging open around you. 

The fabric barely clings to your body now, slipping further apart with every movement.

Your walls pulse.

Hoseok notices.

His smirk deepens.

His fingers tighten slightly, just enough to hold you down, just enough to keep you where he wants you—halfway, stretched around the thickest part of him, not moving, just feeling.

And then—

His mouth is on you.

Your breath shudders.

Soft, open-mouthed kisses against your throat, your collarbone, the curve of your shoulder.

His tongue flicks out, tasting the salt of your skin, and you whimper, shifting slightly—

His fingers dig in.

"Stay still."

Your whole body locks up.

Your walls clench around him at the command, and he groans, deep in his chest, head tilting back for just a second before he regains control.

Then his mouth finds you again.

Lower.

Lips brushing against the tops of your breasts, warm and wet, tongue flicking over sweat-damp skin.

"You feel so good, baby."

A kiss over your sternum.

"So tight around me."

Another over your clavicle.

Your nails dig into his shoulders, hips twitching, but he doesn’t let you move.

"Shh," he soothes, voice low, patient, mocking.

His tongue flicks over your nipple.

The loose fabric shifts with the motion, dragging over your ribs, brushing against your stomach—just another sensation layered over the unbearable stretch of him inside you.

Your whole body jerks.

"Hoseok—"

"Dr. Jung," he corrects, lips wrapping around the sensitive bud, sucking slow, leisurely, like he has all the time in the world—

And he does.

Because he’s keeping you still.

Because you can’t move.

Because he won’t let you move until he decides you can.

Your walls flutter, squeezing tight around the thick, unmoving length of him, and he moans, breath hot against your skin.

His hands soften at your waist, but only slightly.

Still firm.

Still controlling you.

His lips drag lower, tongue swiping over the curve of your breast, down the center of your ribs, kissing, licking, letting the wet heat of his mouth distract you from the pressure, from the way he’s still so deep inside you, still so thick, still holding you exactly where he wants you.

"Tell me how it feels," he murmurs, lips pressing just above your belly button.

His fingers trace absent shapes against your waist, brushing over where the shirt is still barely covering you, ghosting over the open hem. 

He exhales, amused, eyes flicking up as he tugs at the fabric, letting it fall further apart.

Your breath stutters.

You’re so full.

So stretched.

It’s too much—but it’s not enough.

You need more.

Your thighs tremble. "Big."

Hoseok chuckles.

Low. Deep.

He likes that.

His tongue flicks against your skin, a soft hum vibrating through his chest as his hands knead over your waist.

"That’s right," he murmurs.

His thumbs tilt your hips, adjusting you slightly, just enough to make the pressure shift, make the stretch deeper, make you feel him more.

You whimper.

Hoseok groans.

Then—

"Take the rest, baby."

And his hands push you down.

Your breath shatters.

The last few inches burn, your walls stretching around him, struggling to take him, struggling to make room for the sheer size of him, and—

Oh, fuck.

Your head falls back.

Your entire body clenches, every muscle tight, your thighs trembling where they frame his waist, your breath coming fast, uneven, struggling to process just how deep he is.

Hoseok groans.

Low. Guttural.

A sound that comes from deep in his chest, vibrating against your ribs, making your walls clamp down around him in helpless, pulsing flutters.

"Fuck, Chip."

Your nails dig into his shoulders. "H-Hoseok—"

"Dr. Jung," he corrects again, but his voice wavers this time, mouth parting on a sharp inhale as his fingers tighten at your waist.

Because you’re squeezing him.

Because you’re so tight.

Because he can feel your walls still trying to adjust, still struggling to accommodate him, still fluttering, still soaked from everything he’s done to you—

And fuck.

Fuck, you knew he was big.

You knew.

But this—

This is too much.

Too deep, too thick, pressing against something inside you that makes your entire body tremble.

Your voice is wrecked. "I—I c-can’t—"

"Shh."

Hoseok’s fingers slide higher, smoothing up your spine, pressing into the knots of tension there, keeping you anchoredagainst him.

He leans up slightly, mouth ghosting over your shoulder, lips brushing soft against damp skin.

"Relax, baby." A warm kiss to the base of your throat. "Let me stretch you out."

Your pulse skitters.

His hands stay at your waist, holding you still, keeping you down, keeping you full.

And then—

His mouth moves.

Hot lips press against your clavicle.

Then lower.

Then lower.

Then—

Oh.

Oh, fuck.

His tongue swirls around your nipple.

Your breath hiccups.

A sharp little jolt of pleasure spikes through your stomach, the contrast overwhelming—the deep, aching stretch of him inside you paired with the gentle, teasing flicks of his tongue against your skin.

You writhe. "H-Hobi—"

His teeth scrape lightly, lips sucking, slow, measured.

"You’re doing so well," he murmurs against your skin, voice low, warm. "So tight around me."

A sharp exhale against your breast, warm and teasing.

"Like you were made to take me, baby."

Your walls pulse.

Hoseok groans, dragging his lips back up your throat, sucking lightly at your pulse.

"Just a little more."

Your stomach flutters.

His fingers press into your hips, keeping you down, keeping you still, making you feel every inch, every stretch, every impossible, aching depth of him—

And then—

You feel it.

The moment your body gives in.

Your walls accommodate him, adjust, mold around his thickness, taking him completely, letting him settle inside you—

And Hoseok feels it too.

A sharp inhale.

His fingers twitch against your waist.

Then—

A low, wrecked "fuck."

Your breath shudders.

You feel the weight of him, feel the stretch, feel the deep, unbearable fullness of being seated fully on his cock.

It’s—

It’s so much.

But also—

It’s so good.

You exhale shakily, fingers trembling where they rest on his chest.

Hoseok’s lips press into your temple, soft, grounding.

His voice dips lower, quieter.

"You okay, baby?"

You nod frantically.

Because—

Because yes.

Because you’re so full, but you don’t want to move.

Not yet.

Not yet.

Not when it feels like this.

Hoseok smiles.

"That’s my girl."

Then—

His fingers tighten.

"Now," he murmurs, smirk pressing into your jaw, "stay still while I ruin you."

His hands slide up your sides again, slow, deliberate, palms pushing the shirt further open, exposing more of your body to his touch. But he doesn’t pull it off. Doesn’t let you be fully bare. He keeps you like this—half-dressed, swallowed in his shirt, draped in his fabric—while he sinks deeper inside you.

Your breath catches.

Because you believe him.

Because he’s still so deep, still so thick inside you, and you can feel the way your walls flutter around him, feel the way your body is trying to adjust but still clenching down, still so tight, still not used to him yet.

And yet—

His fingers tighten at your waist.

And then—

He moves.

The first drag is slow.

Not a thrust, not a pull, not a sharp snap of his hips—just a shift, a deep, rolling movement, barely anything at all—

But you feel it everywhere.

Your walls clench at the stretch, the drag, at the way his cock pulls against every sensitive spot inside you before pressing back in again, seating himself fully inside you again, making sure you stay full, making sure you stay stretched around him.

Your whimper is shattered.

"Oh my god—"

Hoseok groans.

His hands hold you down, keeping you trapped in his lap, forcing you to take it, forcing you to sit with it, forcing you to feel every single inch of him as he rocks into you.

"Good girl," he praises, voice warm, deep, slipping into your hair as his lips press against your temple. "Taking me so well."

Your whole body trembles.

His hands move up your back, palms flat, warm, steady, keeping you anchored against his chest.

Then—

Another slow thrust.

Deeper this time.

The drag of him burns, the stretch still so tight, but it feels good, feels like something your body is learning, something it’s adjusting to, something it’s craving now.

You writhe. "Hobi—"

"Dr. Jung," he corrects, lips dragging down the side of your throat, voice thick, teasing, mocking, and your walls clencharound him at the sound—

He feels it.

Of course he does.

He groans, grip flexing at your hips, fingers pressing harder, making you sink onto him, making sure you stay stuffed full of him.

"Fuck," he murmurs against your skin. "This tight little cunt." His teeth scrape against your jaw, breath hot against your ear. "Gripping me so well."

Your hips jerk.

A sharp little movement—too fast, too eager, your body trying to chase the friction, trying to take more—

Hoseok stills you immediately.

His grip tightens.

His fingers dig in.

He stops you completely.

Your breath shudders. "H-Hoseok—"

He exhales slowly, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

Then—

"Don’t rush me, baby."

Your stomach flips.

Because—

Oh.

Oh, fuck.

You thought he was taking it slow for you.

Thought he was helping you adjust.

But—

But that’s not it, is it?

Hoseok is pacing himself.

For himself.

Because he’s still in control.

Because he’s still making you wait, still making you suffer, still teaching you what it means to take him properly.

Your thighs tremble.

You whimper, voice small, and—

Hoseok groans, pressing another kiss to your shoulder, fingers massaging at your hips.

Then—

He moves again.

Slow.

Measured.

Deep.

Rocking you into it.

Letting you feel it.

Letting you drown in it.

And fuck, you do.

The next roll of his hips is sharper.

It drags something new out of you—something sweet, something helpless, something hot that makes your fingers clenchinto his shoulders, makes your walls pulse around him in a way that makes him groan.

"There it is," Hoseok murmurs, breath warm against your cheek. "That's my girl."

Your stomach flips.

Because—

Oh.

Oh, you love this.

You love how good he is, how skilled he is, how precise he is with every movement. You love the way he’s picking up the pace now, the way his hips are guiding you into it, the way he’s still holding you still while he moves, making you take it.

You whimper.

Hoseok hums.

"So cute," he murmurs, voice thick, teasing, lips pressing softly to the corner of your mouth. "So eager for me."

Your walls clench down at the praise, and he groans, feels it, lets his hands tighten at your hips.

"H-Hoseok—"

"Dr. Jung," he corrects again, but this time—

This time, he smirks when he says it.

Your cheeks burn.

Because you know what he’s doing.

And he knows you love it.

His hands shift—one slipping from your hip to cup the back of your neck, holding you close, keeping you right there, breath mingling, bodies melded together.

Then—

He thrusts up.

You gasp, eyes going wide, mouth parting, and—

Hoseok laughs.

"That’s it, baby," he exhales, delighted, shifting his grip at your waist, holding you down now, keeping you in place while he moves.

He picks up his pace, guiding you into deep, steady rolls, each one pressing him harder into that spot inside you that makes your thighs tremble.

Your head falls forward, forehead pressing into his shoulder, and you whimper, overwhelmed, breath catching with every movement.

Hoseok groans, his lips pressing to the top of your head, voice warm, fond.

"You’re so sweet like this."

Another snap of his hips, and you wail.

His fingers splay over your back, holding you there, keeping you wrapped around him.

"So pretty when you take me so well," he murmurs, voice soothing even as he fucks you deeper, even as he makes you writhe.

Your thighs are shaking, your whole body melting into his hands, and Hoseok just smiles.

"Good girl," he breathes, kissing your temple. "You love this, don’t you?"

You nod frantically, breath hiccupping out of you, and he laughs, pleased, his hips rolling harder, making you feel it, making you understand how good he is.

"You love me taking care of you, don’t you, baby?" His fingers press into your waist, shifting you just right against him. "Love being my good girl?"

Your moan is wrecked, and he groans, pressing his lips softly to your cheek, voice warm, teasing.

"Such a sweet thing."

And then—

He really starts fucking you.

Hoseok moves before you can even process it.

One moment, you’re wrapped around him, clinging to his shoulders, gasping into his mouth—

The next, your back is hitting the mattress.

Your breath shatters.

He never leaves you.

Never disconnects.

His arms stay wrapped around you, his cock still seated deep inside you as he shifts, as he sprawls you out beneath him, as he spreads you wide across his sheets.

You whimper. "H-Hoseok—"

"Dr. Jung," he murmurs, voice dark, teasing, breath hot against your throat.

His fingers slide up your arms, pushing the fabric of the sleeves further back, exposing more skin.

The movement pulls the shirt even wider open, leaving it hanging loosely around your frame, framing the wrecked state of your body beneath him.

Then—

He thrusts.

Hard.

Deep.

Your head tilts back, a wrecked moan spilling from your lips, and—

He pins you down.

His hands grab your wrists, pressing them above your head, keeping them trapped against the pillows.

Then—

His other hand slides down.

Down your waist.

Down your thigh.

And then—

He presses it down.

His palm flattens against the inside of your thigh, forcing it against the mattress, spreading you wider, opening you up even more for him.

The shirt slips further apart with the movement, fabric barely clinging to your shoulders, gaping open, leaving you completely at his mercy.

Your moan is shattered.

You can’t move.

You can’t do anything.

He has you pinned, held open, fucked into the mattress.

And then—

He starts moving.

Deep.

Fast.

Sharp.

His hips slam into you, cock driving into that spot inside you that makes your whole body lock up, makes your walls clench around him, makes your thighs tremble against his sheets.

"Oh my god—"

Hoseok groans.

"You can take it, baby," he murmurs, voice thick, his fingers tight around your wrists, his hand pressing your thigh flat against the bed.

His hips snap into you, faster, harder, and you wail, body helpless beneath him, body opening for him, body taking everything he gives you.

"That’s it," he breathes, voice soothing, lips brushing over your jaw. "Take it, baby."

Your whole body writhes.

His fingers tighten at your wrists, his hand firm at your thigh, holding you down, keeping you exactly where he wants you.

Then—

A soft kiss to your cheek.

"You feel so good like this," he murmurs, voice warm, like he isn’t currently fucking you into the mattress, like he isn’t making you take it so deep you’re practically seeing stars.

"So sweet for me," he breathes, lips dragging down your neck, tongue flicking against your pulse. "Such a good girl, letting me ruin you."

The weight of his body presses you into the mattress, the soft linen of his shirt bunching beneath you, trapping heat between your bodies. 

The scent of him lingers in the fabric, surrounding you, filling every breath as he fucks you deeper.

Your moan is wrecked.

And Hoseok just smiles.

Then—

He snaps his hips even faster.

The pleasure builds too fast.

Too deep, too sharp, too much at once.

He’s fucking you open, pace relentless, cock slamming into that spot inside you over and over and over—

And your body can’t fight it.

Your thighs shake.

Your back arches.

Your walls clench down so tight around him that he groans, deep and wrecked, his grip bruising at your wrists, his hand pressing your thigh, keeping you trapped beneath him.

"H-Hoseok—"

"I know, baby," he pants, voice low, thick, his lips dragging over your jaw. "I know."

And then—

You break.

Your orgasm tears through you, a white-hot detonation that rips a shattered wail from your throat, your body convulsing, your walls clamping down on him, your thighs trembling.

But it doesn’t stop.

Your body keeps going.

The pleasure keeps pulsing, keeps cresting, one wave crashing into the next, your walls still fluttering, still milking his cock, still wringing him out—

And it destroys him.

Hoseok groans, voice breaking, hips jerking, pace turning erratic, messy, as he fucks you harder, deeper, chasing the unbearable tightness of you, the way your body won’t stop squeezing him.

The sweat-slick fabric sticks between you, damp at your lower back where the shirt has ridden up with the intensity of his thrusts.

But he barely notices—too focused on fucking you apart, on making sure you take everything, on keeping you wrapped in him.

"Fucking hell—"

His grip tightens on your hands while he spreads your legs wider, letting him drive in even deeper, harder, rutting into you with sharp, needy thrusts.

Your breath splinters.

Your back arches.

And then—

He curses, voice wrecked, pace losing rhythm completely, his body shuddering as he slams into you one last time—

And spills inside you.

His groan is low, broken, forehead dropping against your shoulder, muscles tensing as his cock pulses, warmth flooding deep inside the condom.

His breath hiccups against your skin.

Your walls flutter around him, aftershocks still shuddering through you, body still milking him, pleasure still lingering.

A beat.

A slow, heavy inhale.

Then—

His grip on your wrists loosens.

His hand on your thigh softens.

And then—

Hoseok laughs, breathless, voice low, wrecked.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Chip," he murmurs, exhaling shakily against your cheek. "You're gonna kill me."

Hoseok doesn’t move at first.

Just stays inside you, buried deep, forehead pressed against your shoulder, chest rising and falling steadily against yours.

His breath is warm against your skin, soft little exhales against the slope of your collarbone, his arms still wrapped around you, holding you close.

Then—

A deep, satisfied hum.

"You’re trembling, baby."

His voice is thick, smooth and soothing, and—

Oh.

Oh, you are.

Your whole body is shaking, weak and wrecked, nerves still firing from overstimulation, muscles useless beneath the weight of him.

Hoseok smiles against your skin.

"So precious."

Your face burns. "Shut up—"

But the words slur together—breathless, wrecked, voice barely functional—and Hoseok chuckles, amused, because—

Oh, he loves this.

Loves seeing you like this.

Loves knowing he’s the reason for it.

His lips press to your temple.

"Think you can move, sweetheart?"

You try, but the oversized fabric shifts against your skin, a reminder of how wrecked you are beneath it, how ruined you are in his clothes, how you’re still wrapped in him even now.

Your breath hiccups.

You try to shift, try to sit up, try to do anything—

And fail completely.

Your limbs don’t respond.

Your legs feel like lead.

Your thighs twitch, weak and useless, and you whimper, realizing you are—

Entirely.

Completely.

Boneless.

Hoseok grins.

"That’s what I thought."

Hoseok exhales, shifting above you, and the movement drags the loose cotton against your overheated skin, the open edges brushing against your ribs as he adjusts his grip. 

His eyes flicker down, taking in the sight of you—flushed, trembling, drowning in the fabric of his own damn shirt—and something dark glints in his gaze.

His arms tighten around you—secure, steady—before he moves, rolling both of you until your back meets the mattress and he’s hovering above you, still inside, still deep, still making you feel the stretch of him.

Your breath catches.

His smirk widens.

"So cute," he murmurs, voice low, hands smoothing down your waist, fingers tracing over every twitching muscle, everywhere he’s left his mark on you.

Then—

"We’re gonna shower."

You barely process the words, too dazed, too sensitive, but then—his hands are on you again. 

Slow, steady, smoothing down your thighs, adjusting the way his shirt still drapes over your body, as if debating whether to peel it off or leave you in it a little longer.

You whimper at the thought—warm water, his hands on you, his help—and the way he says it makes something deep in your stomach curl.

Because—

It’s not a suggestion.

It’s a decision.

A statement.

Like it’s already happening.

Like he’s already made up his mind.

And you—

You love it.

You love that he’s still taking care of you, still controlling the situation, still making sure you’re okay.

His smirk is slow. Amused.

“I like you like this,” he murmurs, fingers tracing over the loose fabric where it pools at your waist.

Your stomach flips.

“Hobi—”

“Dr. Jung,” he corrects easily, shifting back, peeling himself away from you—but not before tugging the shirt closed over your chest, fastening one single button near your collarbone.

Just enough to cover you.

Just enough to keep you in it.

Just enough to remind you exactly who you belong to.

You hum in response, lips parting—

But then—

A thought.

A very bad thought.

"Oh, shit—" Your voice is hoarse, throat still raw from moaning his name, but you panic, trying to move, trying to reach for your phone, trying to—

"Caleb—"

Hoseok snorts.

His fingers press into your waist, holding you down, keeping you still, making you look at him.

His smirk is lazy, amused.

"Already handled, baby."

Your stomach drops.

You blink. "What—"

He reaches for his phone, showing you the text thread with your brother from hours ago:

𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤: 𝙷𝚎𝚢, 𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝙴𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚂𝙽𝚄𝙷. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚊’𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚈/𝙽 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝?

𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛: 𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚑, 𝚜𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍?

𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤: 𝙽𝚘 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙴𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚈/𝙽’𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝙶𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚜’ 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛: 𝙾𝚑 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚋𝚛𝚘.

𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤: 𝙽𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖. 𝚃𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚙.

"You..." You stare at him. "You planned this? Before—"

"No. I texted him after I gave you the 20 minute warning." His thumb traces your lip. "Before that, I called in a favor from one of the nurses that know Kiara. Managed to get out early as soon as I knew you were drunk in that club. Got there, saw you; texted you."

"But you were mad. You blocked me—"

"I was." He kisses your temple. "Still am. But I was worried. Couldn’t help keeping an eye on you. And I wasn't letting you go home with that intern."

Your heart flutters. Because this is peak Hoseok—calculating every detail, ten steps ahead, making sure you're taken care of even when he's furious with you.

"How did you know I'd—"

"Misbehave?" His laugh is soft. "Because I know you, Chip. Know exactly how to make you chase what you want."

You should be annoyed at his confidence. Instead, you're melting further into his sheets.

"Now." He finally slips out of you, making you whine at the loss. "Shower. Then sleep. You have approximately—" He checks his watch. "—fourteen hours before you need to be at Kiara’s for brunch."

You blink. "What?"

"She's covering for us." He lifts you effortlessly. "Telling Caleb you crashed there after drinking. You'll show up tomorrow, properly hungover, full of stories about girls' night."

Your head spins. "You arranged all that while driving?"

"While fingering you, actually. In the elevator." His smile is smug. "Multitasking is a valuable skill in medicine."

"I hate you."

"No you don't." He carries you to the bathroom. "You love that I think of everything."

He's right.

You absolutely do.

→ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @cannotalwaysbenight @livingformintyoongi @itstoastsworld @somehowukook @just-reading-dany @sanarin @billy-jeans23 @stuti2904 @chloepiccoliniii @kimnamjoonmiddletoe @annyeongbitch7 @hobis-sprite0218 @mcflurry-220 @mar-lo-pap @mikrokookiex @minniejim

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[yuukskillsworld]

ahhhhhhh omgggg i am obsessed with your writing brooo

can u do like a fic or headcanons of the love intrests x a self destructive readerr ^^ (i am a sucker for angst what can i say)

hope your having day or nighttt

“Wreck Me Softly” – Killer Chat LIs x Self-Destructive Reader Headcanons

Hey, sweetheart—thanks for the request! If you’re here for a little pain wrapped in obsession, you’re in the right place. These killers see your cracks and still want more.

Hope you enjoy every second of the spiral. <3

written by yuukskillsworld<3

WARNINGS: Heavy emotional themes: self-destructive behavior, intrusive thoughts, low self-worth, comfort after emotional distress, protective/possessive behavior in some characters, mild language and intensity, hurt/comfort dynamics, please take care while reading. If you're struggling, you deserve real-world support too—fiction is comfort, but your well-being matters more.

Ronin Beaufort

⁠♡ Immediate Recognition: Ronin sees through the facade instantly. You can joke, smile, or pretend—but he notices the tremble in your hands when no one else is watching. He's lived that kind of quiet pain and never overlooks it.

♡ Silent Vigilance: He doesn’t confront you right away. Instead, he watches from the sidelines, eyes sharp with concern. “You gonna tell me what’s eatin’ at you, or do I gotta dig it out myself?”

♡ Protective Fury: When your pain becomes undeniable, Ronin gets angry—but not at you. It’s a raw, helpless rage aimed at the world that’s hurting you. “You matter more than you act like, darlin’. Start believin’ it—or I’ll make you.”

♡ Subtle Care: He shows love through action, not words. Drapes his coat over your shoulders, hands you water without a word, or simply sits beside you, thigh to thigh. His presence is constant, grounding.

♡ Internal Spiral: When you fall apart, so does he—quietly, inwardly. He blames himself, wonders if he’s too damaged to help. His greatest fear is losing you the way he’s lost others.

♡ Fear in Disguise: If you take a reckless risk, his reaction is sharp. Loud. Scared. “You think this world wouldn’t end if I lost you? ‘Cause I promise you—it would.”

♡ Soothing Aftermath: But after the storm, he softens. Always. He holds you close, forehead against yours. “You don’t have to be okay. Just… stay. Let me help you carry it.”

♡ Unconditional Commitment: He doesn’t want to fix you—just wants you here, alive, with him. If it takes holding your broken pieces together every night until they start healing, then that’s exactly what he’ll do.

Maria de la Rosa (Angel)

⁠♡ Immediate Recognition: Angel quickly notices the signs of your self-destructive behavior. Her intuition and experience make her sensitive to subtle changes in your demeanor.

⁠♡ Protective Instincts: She becomes fiercely protective, often going out of her way to shield you from harm, even if it means confronting others or taking drastic measures.

⁠♡ Emotional Support: Angel offers a listening ear and comforting presence. She encourages open communication, assuring you that you're not alone in your struggles.

⁠♡ Acts of Service: She expresses love through actions—preparing your favorite meals, organizing relaxing activities, or simply being there when you need her.

⁠♡ Encouraging Self-Care: Angel gently nudges you towards healthier habits, reminding you of your worth and the importance of self-care.

Misaki Katsuo

⁠♡ Shared Vulnerability: Misaki relates to your struggles, having faced their own challenges. This shared understanding fosters a deep connection between you two.

⁠♡ Humor as a Coping Mechanism: They often use humor to lighten heavy moments, helping you find moments of joy amidst the darkness.

⁠♡ Open Conversations: Misaki encourages honest discussions about feelings, creating a safe space for you to express yourself without judgment.

⁠♡ Consistent Presence: They make it a point to check in regularly, ensuring you feel supported and valued.

⁠♡ Encouraging Professional Help: Understanding their own limitations, Misaki gently suggests seeking professional support, emphasizing that it's a sign of strength, not weakness.

Valentin Viljoen(V)

⁠♡ Observant and Insightful: V notices patterns in your behavior, often identifying triggers and offering strategies to cope with them.

⁠♡ Structured Support: He helps establish routines that promote stability, such as regular meals, sleep schedules, and mindfulness practices.

⁠♡ Calm Reassurance: V provides a steady presence, offering comfort through calm and measured responses during your low moments.

⁠♡ Encouragement of Autonomy: While supportive, he respects your independence, encouraging you to take active steps in your healing journey.

⁠♡ Resourceful Assistance: V researches and shares resources, such as therapy options or support groups, tailoring suggestions to your preferences and needs.

Thanks again for the love—means more than you know. Glad you’re enjoying my writing... and trust me, the killers are enjoying you even more. If you want I can make you a fic for each of them.

Sorry if I didn't do the characters description more cuz I only played the Angel and Ronin route for now. Thank you for for understanding (⁠´⁠∩⁠｡⁠•⁠ ⁠ᵕ⁠ ⁠•⁠｡⁠∩⁠`⁠)

Come back soon, darling. <3

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-> dividers: @saradika-graphics @dollywons @uzmacchiato @thecutestgrotto

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[tenebraevesper]

Sonic X Shadow Takeover Analyzer (Part 2)

I was so excited to hear this Takeover since it is only Sonic and Shadow talking to each other and answering question. It is one of those times where you get to see their dynamic without anyone else's input.

Since I feel like I could write an essay about these two, I decided to instead put all my thoughts into bullet points, this being Part 2 of my list:

Obligatory ''Shadow likes Latinas'' joke.

I love how Sonic sees their rivalry as a friendly competition, even describing it as being two sides of the same coin and pushing each other to be better. Shadow points out how he fights because he has a purpose and he will fight Sonic if their ideals clash. Sonic isn't buying it, though. He really wants to make it clear that his presence is important to Shadow and he wants to hear that from Shadow himself. Shadow finally agrees, with Sonic sounding so proud of himself.

Addendum: Considering how the cutscene battle in Sonic X Shadow Generations went, Shadow definitely can't resist fighting Sonic to best him, regardless of his own goals. Their rivalry gives him purpose.

''GO OFF KING!!'' Sonic, what?! X3

Shadow goes on a rant about Super Monkey Ball, with Sonic immediately trying to apologize for the whole thing. It's hilarious!

''THOSE MONKEYS NEED TO PUT ON SOME PANTS!!'' Shadow, you don't even wear pants.

I love how when Sonic and Shadow talk about Jet, Sonic immediately turns the question to be about their rivalry, pointing out how their little competition is why Shadow keeps Sonic around. Shadow just groans in exasperation, but we all know Sonic's telling the truth.

Black Doom really has an obsession with Radical Highway. I suppose Radical Highway is to Shadow what Green Hill Zone is to Sonic. Also, love how Shadow retorts to Sonic's ''Radical'' pun by calling him ''Mr. Green Hill Zone''.

When they're asked to draw something, their immediate response is to draw each other, with Sonic even trying to give some input to Shadow. They're not the best at it, though; something they wholeheartedly agree on.

Shadow is so proud to have his Year, and Sonic likes it too, to the point of showering him with constant compliments. Shadow enjoys it, but claims how he's not ''seeking attention''. Nobody's buying that Shadow.

Sonic Shuffle get mentioned!!

Shadow played chess with Maria, which is really nice. Also, if Sonic ever plays chess with Shadow, he'd totally be the guy who eats the chess pieces, much to Shadow's confusion. Also, the fact that Shadow claims how Sonic would lose on purpose to annoy him is both hilarious and also kinda sweet, considering how Sonic has been acting in this whole Takeover.

Fadel is back and trying to get into either Team Hero or Team Dark... and Sonic and Shadow clearly refuse to have him on their teams. I find it hilarious how Sonic immediately directs him to Team Dark and Shadow claims how applications are closed, then points him at Team Hero and gaslights Sonic into reluctantly accepting Fadel into the team.

I actually watched Games Cage's reaction to that, and he is completely oblivious to the fact that Sonic is being passive-aggressive by mentioning how Tails called dibs on their only parachute, meaning Sonic is cool with letting the guy fall off the Tornado. X3

Sonic is so persistent about wanting to hug Shadow! I get Sonic Prime vibes from this and I'm loving it.

''I don't need... your kind of hugs.'' There's two things I can conclude from this:

Shadow only likes the hugs Maria and Amy gave.

Shadow actually would be fine with Sonic hugging him, but they have to be meaningful rather than fleeting considering his earlier comment. Sonic is totally oblivious to that, though.

Sonic Boom ''Shadow broods in a cave'' reference!

Besides training, Shadow's hobby is reading. He's a bookworm, and Sonic sounds so excited about learning that. I can totally see Sonic thinking about dragging Shadow into another Storybook Adventure.

Shadow's first time turning Super was still him learning how to control that power. It explains why he ran out of energy back then, while Sonic had more experience and could keep it longer. Sonic also keeps complimenting Shadow about looking cool in his Super Form, even calling him wise for pointing out how that power needs to be controlled.

WHY DOES SONIC HAVE ABRAHAM TOWER ON SPEED DIAL?!

Shadow definitely doesn't work for G.U.N. That's something that has been confirmed. I have to say, the whole conversation between the Commander and Shadow was really awkward, but the kicker is Sonic's being oblivious to the whole awkwardness. He is so proud that he arranged a call between them.

I love how Sonic's neutral opinion about Orbot changes immediately the moment he hears Shadow's own thoughts on the robot. Once Shadow says he dislikes Orbot, Sonic immediately agrees with him, and when Orbot offers to get them coffee, causing Shadow to like him, Sonic also agrees that Orbot is fine. This really feels like Sonic wants Shadow's approval by agreeing with his opinions.

Sonic and Shadow are arguing about who is better at raising their Chao. They legit sound like married couple arguing about how to take care of their children. Sonic is definitely the fun dad, while Shadow has to take care of the discipline.

Shadow doesn't believe in ghosts, despite Sonic pointing out how they ran into paranormal stuff several times. Sonic also tries to scare him a couple of times, with Shadow showing no reaction.

Shadow's favorite Doom Power is Doom Morph, and Sonic is a little jealous of that form once he hears more about it. The fact that Shadow just keeps bragging about it and annoying Sonic is hilarious.

''Skill issue!'' Lol, Shadow. I can imagine Sonic rolling his eyes at that comment.

Shadow scolds the person who listens to the Twitter Takeover instead of studying for their exam. He really cares about their education, while Sonic points out how he needs to lighten up.

Let's be honest, Sonic and Shadow definitely love hanging out with each other, admitting it in their own way that they care about each other.

I believe that this Takeover proves that Sonic and Shadow really have a good dynamic when they sit down and hang out with each other. They bicker, they tease each other, they come to agreements and disagreements, they care... It is so enjoyable to listen to them and I'm looking forward to seeing more!

Oh, and yeah, this was a feast for the Sonadow fans, if you ask me. I hope you guys will enjoy my notes, because I'm definitely going to take advantage of all the new information I got. I can't wait for the meal we'll get once the Sonic the Hedgehog 3 movie comes out.

#Sonic X Shadow Takeover Analyzer (Part 1)

#Sonic Cyber Revolution (Masterlist)

[2hoothoots]

alright, here's my hot take on the Sasha-Raz dynamic: i think Raz represents a wish fulfilment self-insert figure for Sasha just as much as Sasha does for Raz.

Raz wanting to be like Sasha and seeing him as an aspirational future self is self-explanatory, right. Sasha is his hero from his favourite comic books, he even dresses up like the guy – it’s cute! there’s a fun hero worship angle there. but i think there’s also an aspect of it going the other way: Sasha sees Raz as an idealised past self. he's an excuse for Sasha to recast his own troubled childhood in a more flattering light, to imagine a version of himself who was more confident, more capable, more driven; and to explore the fantasy of that version of himself getting support and training and recognition, instead of the way things really played out.

here's something. when you use clairvoyance on Sasha, he sees Raz as a younger version of himself:

not as his younger self – specifically, a miniature version of his current self. there's a difference.

here's something else: from what we see in the memory vaults, I don't think younger Sasha was actually like Raz at all.

this part is heavier on extrapolation, because all we see of younger Sasha is a single memory vault; but i think the expressions and the body language tell a clear story here. the boy we see in these vaults is shy, uncertain, estranged, lonely. the distance between him and his father is palpable, physical and emotional. 

think about the things that Sasha says to Raz: your talents will always set you apart. sometimes, isolation is a good thing. those are very weird things to say to a kid as “advice”, and they’re very revealing about Sasha’s own mindset! i think it’s very easy to read Sasha as someone who had a very troubled, lonely childhood, and then sought to retroactively redefine and romanticise it. it wasn’t grief that stopped him and his father from ever forming a meaningful bond; it was just his talents, his father didn’t understand. if he was lonely and isolated growing up, well, maybe that was a good thing. just look at where he is now!

and i think Raz serves as a vessel for Sasha to project all of that onto. because their experiences aren’t that similar, not really. Sasha left home because he was unable to connect with his father; Raz ran away because his family didn’t understand or support his gifts. Sasha pushed things too far with his powers, and was shocked and unsettled by what he saw; Raz pushed things too far with his powers, and was rewarded for it. Sasha left home uncertain and afraid; Raz left home on a mission. the two stories aren’t the same, but they rhyme – you can draw parallels, if you squint, if you’re willing to change a few details here and there. and one of these stories is much more alluring, more satisfying, more compelling than the other. 

when Sasha says to Raz in the shooting gallery, “I would have done the exact same thing at your age” – sorry, but i absolutely do not buy it. younger Sasha was meek and conflict-averse, he faced one single unexpected consequence and immediately noped out. i think he absolutely would not have done the same thing. but i bet Sasha wants to think that he would have, y’know? i bet he wants to see himself in this boy, who’s driven and confident and focused and such an eager student – who has so much promise, and is in an environment where that can be recognised and rewarded and nurtured. Raz isn’t just a promising student, to Sasha – he’s also an opportunity to live out that what if, to explore the wish fulfilment of his own younger self getting that kind of recognition and support, instead of being left, lonely and alone, to fend for himself. 

one final thing: one of the big reasons i really like this reading is that i feel like it makes the scene where Sasha scolds Raz for messing with Hollis’ mind way more interesting: [screenshots from this upload of the game's cutscenes]

"You thought you could manipulate another person's mind, to bend their will to your own! There are few things worse, Razputin."

i’m not the first to point out that this feels a little hypocritical coming from Sasha, especially when you consider that this is basically the exact same thing he encouraged Raz to do in his own mind! and besides that, you could argue that it isn’t even Sasha’s place to hand out this lecture – Hollis was the one whose mind was actually messed with, and her and Raz have already hashed things out.  but if you think about Sasha as projecting himself onto Raz, then i think there’s more depth here. this isn’t just Sasha being upset because his protégé did something bad – he’s shaken because Raz did something unexpected. suddenly, Raz has broken away from the model that Sasha had built up in his mind, of the perfect, confident young agent that Sasha could easily see himself in. now he’s having to realise that Raz isn’t perfect – and maybe he isn’t just like Sasha, either.

[koipudding]

warm up no.3 :

Rin Itoshi x gn!reader | wc: 2.5K | hurt/comfort, fluff| SFW | all characters are 20+

cw: self indulgent, unestablished and unclear relationship, implied requited feelings but reader is oblivious to type of feelings, no use of y/n, reader has really bad stress/implied depressive episode, rin is very vulnerable and used to reader MAY BE OOC (childhood friends to roommates), reader is the same age as sae/older than rin, some shade is thrown at sae for narrative purposes, made up Itoshi family dynamics... reader struggles with eye contact.

Skin to skin contact burns. 

the amount of germs, the rate at which they multiply and the unique biomes of everyone you come across…

You’ve grown averse to it. Touch has been a punishment and a reward—withholding a comforting touch to teach a lesson, or patting your head as a form of praise. 

Words are even more unfamiliar. No one says what they mean. Which is why, when you look at the man next to you, all you can think about is how he deserves better than this. People have treated him similarly, avoiding him, whispering scorn and disdain for a seemingly harmless fixation of his.

Someone willing to hug him, offer a shoulder and whisper something kind. But you are and know none of those things.  One day, you’re sure he’ll meet his match, someone to truly offer him kindness. As his best friend, all you can do is promise to stay when no one else has. 

Rin has just got back from a game, one you couldn’t get to because of finals, but you watched the highlight reels immediately after the exam and checked the scores, just to send him an excited voice memo, and a promise of a celebration. 

Which leads you to here: his apartment by your university, in comfy (matching) loungewear (matching t-shirts with a horror movie character you don’t know), and a random B movie on the tv. 

Rin is seated on the floor, your pochaco hair clips holding his bangs up, and you’re curled on the couch, smothered and cushioned by plushies and his blanket. He rants about something a teammate did, and that Yoichi had to taunt him mid game, causing Rin to retaliate and get  a yellow card.

“I didn’t even instigate it…stupid Isagi did.” he scowls. 

You try to comfort him anyway, sucking in a breath and whisper a gentle reassurance “It’ll… it will be alright. There’s always next time.” 

He stops rambling, and looks up at you, “you think so?” 

You nod. Rin is always like this, caught up in his emotions and incapable of seeing the bigger picture. Not that you really mind–you’re just the same–but he’s too sweet to be hurt over something like this. 

“I’m sure they didn’t mean it that way, Rin.” you scoot closer, rolling your sleeves down to your palms and patting his head. 

Rin gets soft around you. Maybe it’s because you’ve dealt with kids your whole life, from siblings to cousins and having more “maturity” than your peers. Or because you two were attached to the hip, and everyone joked how you (despite being the same age as Sae) were inseparable from the younger Itoshi.  

It would be nice if he found comfort in you (you hope he does). 

He crawls up the couch, trying to squeeze between your side and the arm of the couch, like he’s still smaller than you (even though the two of you went past that point a long time ago). 

“I don’t know why they have to do shit like that anyway. We’re supposed to be professional and they get on my case about everything, and shitty Sae keeps ignoring me.” Rin deflates into your side, and narrows his eyes at your shuffle. 

“You want me to talk to them? I’m on good terms with the team… it’s probably a miscommunication rin-chan.” You fidget, and don’t notice Rin leaning towards you, donning a slight pout and narrowed eyes. 

“You flinched,” he mutters. 

You think you could laugh. He sounds more petulant than offended, but you know he’s hiding the hurt. 

“Didn’t mean to. Thought I saw a bug.” 

Rin starts to shake (he only thinks about how he can’t lose you too. Not like how he made Sae leave. Like how he worries his parents to the point that they don’t care anymore). 

“That's bull. I keep this place clean, there’s bug catchers and citronella all over my place.We have rosemary and basil in the balcony, star anise in cabinets—” he lists everything. From the natural repellants his mom put in his apartment years ago, and the stuff he bought to keep you safe. 

“It’s okay, Rin. I’m just stressed…” Not a lie. technically. 

“You never do that though,” he scowls, “even when your hair was turning white you didn’t do that.” 

Rin feels the world crumble. You never flinched. He made sure he wouldn’t be too abrasive for you. You, who never cried when their knee was split open and bleeding, and just let their lip tremble while applying antiseptic (you never had anyone offer help). You didn’t even react when people pushed you around or isolated you, and you’d just smile and continue to help Rin with his homework, even when your eyes brimmed with tears as people tore your notes up. 

High school was rough for you. You didn’t get along with anyone other than Rin, and the difference in age separated the both of you.  

 All of your anxieties took control during sophomore year. He’d find your hair all over his room, and you were weaker everyday, no matter how many times he tried to get you on vitamins. 

He left for blue lock at the same time your hair started turning white. Back then he didn’t think much of it, but he returned to find you so much worse. Eyebags, a flimsy stature and barely able to stand upright… you wouldn’t even stay to watch soccer games or eat ochazuke with him.

Back then you just apologized for being so “off” and said “If I knew you’d visit me… I’d have cleaned up a little better, heh…” and he tried not to press the issue. Response times between messages increased until you stopped altogether. A wicked part of him thinks he should’ve left long before it got to that point. But you were (are) his best friend, and the only remnant from his childhood that has seen and accepted every bit of him. And Rin doesn’t let go of his favorite things easily. 

Every hour was spent thinking about how to get you back, to cheer you up and at least get rid of the tension in your brow. He’d get bubble tea, a plushie you stared at for more than two seconds, your favorite pen would never go missing, and your sweaters got professionally dry cleaned after his first blue lock paycheck (and if your worn feijixiu and threadbare jiaoling ao were missing but got replaced with ones made of pure silk and wool… that’s a secret for him). 

All previous grievances with his team, his brother, the whole damn world–they all get pushed to the side as he sees your glasses fog up. 

you bury your face into your arms, the sleeves catching the tears, “I don’t know.” 

“What the hell do you—” he shakes his head and tries again, gentler this time, “you…you don’t have to know. Just…stay here. I’m always here for you, right?” 

You shake your head, “you shouldn’t have to be, Rin. I keep doing this to you, and you keep cleaning me up and saying shit like “it's alright” and ignoring the fact that you’re taking care of someone who’s supposed to be more mature than that! 

I should have people other than you to rely on, and I can’t just go to you all the time I feel like a fucking mess.” You huff, eyes burning with the exertion it takes to hold and match his intense eye contact, and to ignore your normal instinct to avoid it. 

“but it is alright. I am here, and I want to take care of you, I—I can’t let you go.” Rin doesn’t know why (nor does he care for why) you’ve grown averse to his touch, but he just needs you back. Something changed within months of his absence, and only gets worse the longer he’s gone. 

He’s taken you away from your hometown, from the things that torment you but you haven’t gotten better… and that scares him more than anything else. 

His hands guide your face down, away from his eyes. 

Permission to look away. A reminder that you don’t have to pretend with him. 

“You always tell me I shouldn’t hide, and… and that we can rely on each other, but you never let yourself rely on me. Why is it that only I can find solace in you but never the other way around? It’s stupid.” Rin breathes and finds himself whispering “and you’re not stupid. I know how smart you are. So why aren’t you acting like it?” 

“I’m being SAFE.” Your voice breaks when you snap. 

This time it’s Rin who flinches away from you. You don’t get a hold on the guilt before it’s too late. 

Rin thought he was a safe space for you. He’s just like his brother; both of them are incapable of realizing where they fail to provide, and taking all the wrong measures for the right reasons. 

pathetically, you whisper “I… I didn’t mean to yell.” 

And Rin is always there to catch you (and every tear) when they eventually fall. “I know. You only speak in whispers and poems. You speak through playlists you send and never say a word to my face. You try to be something you’re not in an effort to be everything you think I need.” 

His mind has never been clearer. It’s like his metavision on the field, but everything is you. You, who has wormed their way through the crevices of his heart and held his hand, even when covered in the melted popsicles from the konbini. You, who has seen every version of Rin Itoshi and has stayed regardless (and there’s him, who only gets the version of you that you think he needs, but still knows he could love all of you, no matter what you end up becoming to him). 

Rin is so close to you now. You can smell his cologne, the candy he ate earlier and the scent of laundry detergent and shampoo. You lean in, because it’s Rin, and a little part of your brain still thinks you’re kids, sleepy after a few hours at the playground and still aching for more time together because he gets you, and you get him. 

You know that this is the only time you get to see Rin’s true colours. When it feels like you’re decades in the past, that’s when the both of you are closest. 

“I know–I know that you don’t like to talk about it. And that something… and that when I left something changed and you can’t talk about it…but is it so hard to believe that I’m here!? That after everything–after all you did for me when nii-chan left and when we were depressed in high school that I wouldn’t want to know? I wanna know everything about you, and even if I know it already I want to hear it from you, not find out because you couldn’t get out of bed, or your intrusive thoughts turned impulsive and you got hurt.” again is left unsaid. 

Something akin to grief, maybe shame makes it into your voice “and that’s…” 

Rin’s too close now. Every muscle in your body begs for you to run but you can’t because you know Rin isn’t the type to hurt you. 

“I hate that you think like this,” he spits, “you’re not a nuisance. You’re not a burden. I don’t keep people who yap all day and blow my phone up in my life if I didn’t want them. I would’ve ignored you at the playground, in school if I didn’t want you here right now. Don’t listen, feel and see. Words mean nothing from anyone until they act on it.” 

Your hands are brought up to his heart, beating fiercely under his skin, and he holds your fingers to touch his neck and to eventually cup his face. 

Rin repeats words you’ve said to him; things you said to comfort him half a decade ago. you gave him a speech similar to this, back when Sae first left. You told him to sit and wait, because if Sae cared, he would show it. Because Sae doesn’t waste time on words. Neither did you, but your heart made you softer, more sensitive towards delivery than you’d have liked. 

Looks like your gentle sentiments worked in your favor. 

You don’t realize that you’re shaking and crying until his arms engulf you. 

Maybe it’s been a while. But you forgot when an embrace felt this warm, instead of a cold formality. 

“thank you… rin.” 

A heaviness settles in your heart, but it’s one derived from relief and the comfort of a home, like you finally ate a full meal after days of hunger pains. 

“I… I hate not seeing you upset. I hate when you hide stuff from me, I’m your…I’m your best friend. You promised.” Rin shakes a little again, and you nuzzle into his shoulder, wiping some tears against his shirt. 

You giggle a little “you like seeing me cry? Who knew Rin-chan was a sadist.” 

“That’s not what I mean and you know it.” 

Unsettling is what first comes to your mind. 

Then a feeling of exhaustion. Like after a long car ride or fulfilling day. Rin Itoshi has always felt like home to you, and you just want to curl up and forget about your responsibilities for a bit. 

“You grew up. Not the same Rin-chan I had to carry around after he got a bruise from a practice game.” Your tongue feels like lead, and you go limp in his arms. 

Rin only pulls you closer, pulling you on top of him so your cheek can smush against his shoulder. 

“No. I’m still that way. I just… I need to be held differently than that now. But I still need you.” Rin kisses your forehead, and leans back. 

“Mh. I know.” 

The blanket is pulled over your shoulders and his arms around your waist. 

“I love you.” Rin whispers once. 

“I know.” Your voice is hoarse, and you grip his shirt until your knuckles go white. You love him like this, pochaco hair clips and his ever fluctuating attitude, the softness he reserves for you and you only. 

“I love you.” Rin whispers twice. It’s louder this time. 

You nod. All you can think is how his skin feels nice. How he’s the only hand you hold without needing hand sanitizer or a handkerchief. But he gently guides you out of your stupor with a peck on the forehead. 

“I want… I want a home with you. I want to nestle in your rib cage and poke in your brain until I understand what makes your heart beat faster and what gets it to calm down again.” Rin whispers. 

It sounds odd, because you know Rin isn’t like this (gentle)  for anyone else. But it's your secret. And if anyone knows every secret  Rin Itoshi holds, it’s you:  His home, his universe. 

a/n: i actually forgot he got paired with pochaco for a bllk x sanrio collab. pochaco is my favorite sanrio character :3 (my pfp actually !!!) also inspired by my reread of tian guan ci fu! and that last line was a reference to alien stage. i've been relistening to it and. i love hyuna and luka so much T^T