#It’s rare I post anything about abo

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𝐡𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝟏 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥

𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝟐 : 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐳 𝐣𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞/𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 & 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫/𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤

📖𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: for all people believe that werewolves are dangerous creatures, your wolf is pretty tame, even with some of his...quirks. this halloween you let him be the big bad wolf to your little red riding hood, while you give out candy to trick-or-treaters. what he doesn't know, is that you have your own trick-or treat planned for him after this– you're his treat tonight, but he's going to have to chase you first. 📖𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 18+ only. smut. wolf shifter au. werewolves. no abo dynamics. outdoor sex. scent kink. vaginal sex. fingering. possessive behavior. predator/prey kink. tummy bulge. breeding kink. knotting (but not really). mention of heat/rut cycles. no protection. carlos’ filthy mouth. author may have cooked a little too hard 📖𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 6k words 📖𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: carlos sainz jr x fem!black!reader 📖𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: oneshot 📖𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗸: peek-a-boo • red velvet

𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲: fair warning this is the most foul thing i’ve written ever. like, i thought the first upload was unsettling, but this is terrifying in comparison. i think i’m getting better tho, low key. no, this was not an excuse to write a breeding kink 😒. this was an excuse to spread my personal feeling that i think carlos sainz jr is a massive freak, and i will take no criticism on that 😩. but i do apologize for his foul ass mouth at the end. imma try and get these out quicker because i realized that if i’m releasing one fic every week, i will not be finishing this b4 the end of the month. there unfortunately will be no part two to this, it’s a standalone, i got so many things to write now, im sorry :( i hope you all enjoy it (i did an embarrassing amount of research for this aka twilight wiki), and thank you for all the support !!!

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carlos is not a werewolf. carlos is a born wolf; he comes from a long familial line of shifters. while he and his wolf share a brain, carlos is in control one-hundred percent of the time. he can shift into a wolf at will and maintains awareness as the wolf. however, during the full moon, it’s extremely difficult for shifters to resist the call and refrain from transforming. werewolves, on the other hand, are created by a curse or from being bitten. they are forced to change into a beast every full moon, thirsting for blood and carnage. their humanity isn’t present in the half-wolf/half-human form; being a werewolf is like a parasitic disease. carlos’ family has found their calling in bringing a sense of order to the wild, and during full moons, their purpose is to contain and redirect the beastly werewolves from harming humans.

shifters are rare, and carlos prefers it that way (he doesn’t ever want to find out what tension multiple shifters on the grid could cause). his nature doesn’t give him any unfair advantages in an f1 car, sure, his reaction time may be a little quicker, and he heals faster–but, nothing that would classify as “cheating.” if he did have any extreme advantages, maybe he’d end max’s world champion streak, but that is not the case; anything about his nature still couldn’t make up ferrari’s shortcomings.

the only downside to being a shifter is how they’re mistaken for werewolves (even though they are obviously two completely different beings). the world doesn’t know about the shifter population at large, it’s mainly an “if you know you know” society, and werewolves are known to the masses with how many slaughters they’ve been caught doing from the beginning of time. which is massively unfortunate for carlos. if he were to be revealed as a wolf shifter, he’d probably lose everything he knows–formula one, his privacy, his family, you–and he would probably be scheduled for a public execution if those were still in place. he’s only trusted a small circle of people within formula one with the secret of his wolf; lando, charles, fernando, jon and rupert, and vasseur. it’s made his life easier having people that are aware of his true nature, so he can shift comfortably during race weekends if needed, when you are not able to join him.

regardless of how the world views carlos’ supernatural state, you genuinely don’t understand how people could be terrified of him. carlos is ‘the dream man’™, and you’re not accepting any critiques on that matter. he’s a personal-sized space heater, so you don’t have to worry about being cold at night–and he doesn’t even complain when you stick your icicle-like toes and fingers on him. he cleans without being told to, he’s an excellent home chef, he takes you golfing with him and even lets you caddy for him, he’s protective but in a respectful manner, and he even partial shifts around you so you can play with his ears and give him a good little scratch.

the only downside you could point out about carlos, is that he takes his wolf form a little too seriously. 

carlos was raised to train his inner wolf into a controlled, unfazed, unshaken, apex-predator being. the wolf has one purpose and it’s to guard his territory, the people he loves, and to prevent any werewolf murder sprees. but, you wish he’d allow himself to relax, and have a little more fun in his wolf form.

you’ve started training him, funnily enough, to allow his wolf to be off the clock sometimes. subconsciously, in the comfort of the spanish villa you two call home, he’s started to allow his ears to pop out whenever he’s relaxed enough. the spaced out and confused faces and noises he makes, with his head and ears flicking and tilting to match, invokes an unhealthy sense of cute-aggression from you. sometimes, you manage to persuade him enough to shift to his full wolf form, and that’s where you find the most difficulty of calming his behavior.

he’ll go around sniffing and rubbing his body along all of the walls and corners of the house to spread his claim, and even refuses to nap or sleep with you while he is shifted. he’d sit in the doorway of the room you were in and remain in an alert state to protect you from whatever dangers that may appear, even though he’s already sure none are present. there was one time you were able to convince him to lay with you under the guise of you being cold; he allowed himself to curl around you and rest his snout on your chest, but the way his ears remained cocked let you know that he was wide awake even though his eyes were shut.

he’s thoroughly unamused whenever you try and get him to play with dog toys. it doesn’t matter if it squeaks, crinkles, or smells–he wants nothing to do with them. he can’t say no to an old-fashioned game of fetch, though. whenever you grab a stick from outside, you hear his thundering paws running towards you before skidding to a rapid stop, his haunches firmly touching the ground while his front paws anxiously tip tap in front of him, and his whole body shakes with anticipation for your throw. and from there you started to get him to appreciate tennis balls and frisbees in fetch games. even though his massive jaw and teeth have you ordering replacements way too often.

and the thought of his massive ears, eyes, hands, and teeth—led you to your halloween costume idea. 

little red riding hood.

it makes the most perfect amount of sense. carlos can be the big bad wolf to your red riding hood! except he refused, stating that it would be shameful to use his wolf in such a manner. of course, you're disappointed at his refusal, but you respect his boundaries at the end of the day. so, you were just going to have piñon (your dog) be your big bad wolf. and then, that fell through as well. 

piñon was staying over at carlos’ parents house a few days before halloween, and ended up losing a battle to a mouse that he tried to catch through a fence. the fence scratched him a little deeply on his tummy and he ended up getting stitches and a cone of shame. while his stitches are in, he’s staying with reyes and carlos sr.–and, you’re back to square one; you’re ‘big bad wolf’-less-ness.

you don’t attempt to try and convince carlos to join you again, you just decide to keep your original costume and sit out on the porch handing out candy to the trick-or-treaters, missing the other half to your costume. it’s very simple attire, just the red-hooded cloak and a picnic basket full of candy. carlos peeks from the front window’s curtains and watches you smile sweetly at all the children and compliment them on their costumes. he hears you fein terror when kids dressed as werewolves ask for candy, he hears you fawn over the cutest kids and their costumes, and he hears your happiness falter when anyone asks where your ‘big bad wolf’ is. 

you’re in the middle of explaining how piñon wasn’t feeling well to a little girl, and you hear a muffled bark. your head perks up in question, thinking you just imagined it, but then you hear scratches on the door. confused, you go to open the door and carlos comes slinking out to join you on the porch. 

his wolf is massive, when standing on four paws his head nearly reaches your chest, his coat is a silky coloration of a brown so dark it appears black, but in direct sunlight it radiates warmth. his paws are larger than your face and the claws he’s got on them are big enough to match. the little girl shrieks and hides behind her dad’s legs, and the dad backs them up off the porch frantically. 

“no, no, no,” you reassure them, and carlos tries to shrink his body behind your legs, whining lowly, “he’s friendly! i promise he’s a sweetheart, he’s actually pretty shy!” carlos skimpers behind you, quickly managing to shove himself under the outdoor couch, only allowing his head to peek out from underneath. the dad doesn’t quite believe you, and just apologizes and just ushers his daughter to the next house.

you sigh, and plop down a little forcefully on the couch. you hear carlos crawl from underneath the seat, and rise to a sitting position at your side, resting his snout on your lap. you look down and purse your lips at his wide, apologetic brown wolf eyes and raise your hand to give him a few pets. you question softly, “are you going to join me for the whole night?”

carlos blinks at you once. an eager grin spreads across your lips, “yay! aren’t you just such a good boy,” you tease sarcastically. carlos huffs, the force of his exhale swooshing your cloak, before he turns his back to you in dismissal. you laugh at him, and the next group of kids run up yelling for candy, and carlos tries to appear as small as he can so he doesn’t scare these ones away.

after the initial scare carlos caused, everyone seems fascinated at your “wolf-dog,” and how well mannered and amicable he is. carlos lets all the kids who are brave enough pet him, not snapping once even if they accidentally tug at his tail or ears, and sits incredibly still so he has no chance of accidentally crushing them. several dads even pause to give him a sturdy little dad-pat on his side, and inform you of how “that’s a good guard dog you got there, he takes a pat like no problem.” you even impress a few of the moms with how well trained you have him, and how he listens to all of your commands and can do many tricks (so far, the most impressive trick is having him harmonize to your voice with a howl). carlos preens silently next to you whenever little kids can’t help themselves from telling you how pretty you are (his tail thumping on the floor the only giveaway), and seethes when overzealous men and women try and hit on you (growls rumbling out of his chest). you brush off their advances and charmingly tell them, “i don’t think my boyfriend would appreciate me cheating on him…especially in front of his dog,” with a disguised smirk. overall, carlos does so well cosplaying as your big bad wolf, that you decide to give him the present you planned all along. 

after the halloween celebrations die down, you and carlos return inside, and you lead the way up to the bedroom as he trots behind you. carlos shifts back into his naked human form, and you giggle and pull him into a hug.

“thank you, my love! everyone loved you tonight–you know you didn’t have to join me outside, right? i didn’t want you to feel pressured to do something you were–” carlos cuts you off with a chaste kiss to the cheek and dismisses your worry, “mi luna, i wouldn’t have gone out there if i did not want to, sí? i am happy i could make the night more fun for you, by playing your “big bad wolf.’”

you pull away with a small ‘aha!’ of remembrance and rush into the en-suite bathroom, closing the door behind you. carlos stares at the space you were just occupying and shrugs, figuring you have to pee really badly–considering you were sitting on the porch the whole night without a break– and that you’re probably changing out of the costume, before turning to the closet and pulling on clothes. 

he hears the toilet flush, and then the water runs for a minute too long–almost like you’re covering up any noises carlos may hear with his enhanced hearing, but he doesn’t think that you’d have anything to hide from him, anyways. you fling the door open excitedly, still in your riding hood, and pull carlos away from the closet and start dragging him downstairs. 

“ay–” carlos objects, “i don’t have a shirt on yet, mi amor! where are you rushing too?”

you don’t respond verbally, only glancing back at him with a cheeky smirk, and continue to lead him to the backyard. you drop carlos hand once you’ve stepped outside, shutting the sliding glass door behind you two. walking back to him, you stand in front of him–pausing as you stare into the warm depth of his brown eyes, before you take one step backwards. carlos automatically goes to parrot your movement, attempting to take one step towards you to eliminate the space, but you ‘aht-aht’ at him disapprovingly causing him to freeze. you press your hand against his chest near his clavicle and guide him to his original position. patting once with intention, you order, “stay.”

carlos’ eyes widen in shock, but he doesn’t say anything. he allows you to back away from him, twitching towards you when your bare feet slip off the paved patio onto the grass. you come to a stop when you’re halfway into the yard. 

carlos calls out to you, confused, “amor? what’s this, i do not want to play fetch right now–”

“we’re not going to play fetch carlos,” you start, “we’re going to play a new game called chase.” carlos does his adorable head tilt at you, continuing to question your actions, “qué? i don’t know the game you are talking about, mi luna–wh-what-qué haces (what are you doing)?”

you unbutton the collar of the cloak, and spread the front open, from where you wrapped it tightly around your body, and reveal a matching set of the scantiest, laciest, and most mouthwatering red bra and panties. carlos is stunned to silence, mouth dropping open as his eyes fall to your exposed body. the way your smooth melanated skin is complimented by the rosso corsa-colored lingerie, the way you’re holding open the cloak to allow him to get his fill of your body, the way your hips seductively rock from one side to the other, the way the smell of your arousal begins to become apparent to his sensitive nose–before you abruptly wrap the cloak shut, tying the waistband tightly and shattering the moment.

“we are going to play a game called ‘chase’, carlito. where i run into the woods behind us, and you…chase me.”

carlos’ entranced state is shaken by his protective instincts, “qué? no, no! absolutely not. the woods are dangerous, mi amor–”

“carlosss,” you whine, “you patrol the woods every other week! you know there’s nothing that could hurt me out here, because you’ve already gotten rid of it. you’re going to give chase and you’re going to like it!”

carlos shifts anxiously, not fully persuaded, so you decide to not give him a choice, “ten minutes, love. after that, come catch me.” you turn and run into the densely packed woods, ignoring carlos’ exclamation for you to stop. he doesn’t suddenly appear and stop your disappearance into the forest, so that’s how you know the game is on.

your chest is already heaving from adrenaline and excitement as you run through the forest, ducking under branches and hopping over rocks and fallen tree limbs. you pant and the nerves start to set in, not out of fear of what’s in the forest, but fear of giving carlos an easy chase. you stop suddenly and take a sharp turn, running for a minute that way before you circle back and run at a slight diagonal in the opposite direction, overlaying your scent to try and give some added time to your pursuit. running deeper into the woods, it begins to get darker, the only light source are the scraps of moonlight that manage to find a pocket to slip through. your eyes adjust to the reduced light level, pupils blown wide not only in necessity but also arousal, and you come to a halt again. you quickly slip off your red panties and hang them on the nearest branch, hoping that the wetness that’s already seeped into them distracts him from your true location. 

you start to traverse your way through an uphill part of the forest, exhaustion finally beginning to become apparent after that first rush of adrenaline–but then, a familiar howl cuts through the air; your time is up, and carlos is loose in the forest, hunting after you. reinvigorated, you continue running deeper and deeper into the trees, changing directions multiple times losing track of exactly where you’re going.

the wolf fucking losing it. you–his luna, his mate–are out in the forest he protects—his territory—inciting him into a relieving game of chase, allowing him to be just as uncontrolled as he wants in his pursuit of you. he’s quick to catch on your trail, seeing the way you’re rushed heavy steps in the start leaves an easy path for him to follow. and then, he notices you employed different tactics to delay him. he catches himself running in circles you intentionally plotted, and notices how your scent and foot-trail overlaps multiple times. and then, he can tell you switched from running with the full bottom of your foot and just on your toes for a moment to disrupt your trail. his breaths have started to mirror yours, forceful with the adrenaline from a good chase, and he freezes. he smells you.

he speeds up to a full run, paws thundering against the earth under him, loud and uncaring if you hear him coming or not, before he bursts through the trees where your scent is the strongest. but, you’re not there. the wolf whines disbelievingly, bringing his nose to the floor to analyze your scent trail before a glimpse of red catches his attention from the corner of his eye. he spins around swiftly, expecting it to be the swish of your cloak as you run from, but it’s not you.

it’s the damn red panties you kindly left behind for him. 

he rocks up on his hind legs to knock it off the branch to the ground, and presses his muzzle to the barely there fabric, inhaling your arousal deeply. an unhinged growl tumbles his way out of his chest, before it morphs into another full howl, letting you know how much he appreciates your present. carlos won’t be fooled by any more of your tricks again, and he takes off running.

you’ve taken a brief break from running, leaning forward with your hand against your knees as you catch your breath. it’s loud around you; bugs are buzzing and you can hear the hoots of several owls echoing through the forest. suddenly, it goes completely silent, quicker than a drop of a pin. you slam your mouth shut, quieting your inhales, and you slowly shift your stance into a running position, trying to use your hearing to tell what direction the wolf is coming from. you hear the rustle of a tree on your right, and you make to leap away into a run–but it’s too late. 

you’re caught, large hands around your waist and a leg sweeps your own out from underneath you and takes you to the ground. a scream of surprise escapes from your chest but is cut off with a heavy hand laying over your mouth.

carlos is looming over you, kneeled in between your legs, bare as the day he was born, chest heaving, and pupils wide from the thrill and pleasure of a successful hunt. “caught you. i could hear your little heart racing in your chest.” he boasts.

carlos removes his hand only to replace it with his lips, and the passion he bathes your lips with fragments your mind. you can only part your lips and let him ruin you as he pleases. his plump lips suckle on yours before his tongue begins an eager exploration of your mouth–a desperate moan falls from his lips into yours. one of his hands comes to grasp at the curls on your head, tilting you for a better angle; and you raise one of yours to grasp at his shoulder for stability, but carlos startles away. an animalistic growl rumbles through his chest in dissent, and he grabs both of your wrists in one of his hands, and pins them above your head. 

you’re at a loss for words, unsure if you want to moan or plead to suck his dick, but carlos doesn’t give you a chance to decide. 

he allows himself one last soul-sucking kiss, before he presses nips into your cheeks and jaw, leading towards your neck. carlos buries his nose deeply into the spot where your jaw meets your neck, and takes an excessive inhale of your scent. dios mio. the way you smell. delectable and rich soaked with lust and the dregs of fear still clinging in the surroundings. he gets to smell this for the rest of his life. another growl erupts possessively, and you can only moan depravedly at the sound.

carlos continues to lavish kisses on his way down your body, bruising them into your skin before soothing over with a pass of his tongue. the hand in your hair releases, coming down to allow him to grasp at your chest, brushing over your nipples in a quick motion; the lace scrapes against them and the feeling is paralyzing. he tugs the rossi corsa bra underneath your breasts, and they spill out over the top in a manner so obscene it forces another moan out of carlos. he ducks his head again, to tease at your nipples with his tongue, alternating between flicking and sucking at them randomly. he ignores your hips are rolling up, attempting to get some friction, and your hands in his wrists flexing and tugging to escape. 

he frees your nipples from the assault of his lips, and starts sucking hickeys into your underboob with a pleased hum. the change in sensation and slight ache, has another scream bursting from your chest, it’s too much.

“c-c-carlos, c’mon! please, please—oh!” cutting yourself off with a gasp, as carlos abruptly pulls away, his large hand releasing your wrists,  to scooch down and bully your legs open with a free hand and shoves his broad tanned shoulders between your thighs. 

you’re dripping everywhere. the tops of your inner thighs are smeared with stickiness and you’ve created a wet spot on the cloak underneath you. a growl fully spills from carlos’ chest, shaking the air around you and causing the hairs on the back of your neck to rise. he is an apex predator, you should at least be slightly terrified, but all you do is moan in response, more arousal leaking from you, and you start begging.

“carlos!p-please touch me! lobo mió—please, dont you wanna taste me? i want you to eat me,” you sob, “eat me out! you h-h-hunted me, take what you want!”

carlos laughs sharply at your obscenity, “oh? mi luna, you’re so bad, aren’t you? you should be scared of having my teeth so close to your pretty pussy, but here you are: begging, leaking, and your little hole winking and clenching at me, sí?”

you quickly agree, “yesyesyes, for you, for you, always. please carlos,” one of your hands flies down to grip at his hair and try and tug his mouth onto you. carlos snaps his teeth at you, and you quickly pull your hand away from his head, leaving it hovering in the air.

carlos growls, “don’t rush me, mi luna, i always take care of you, no?” you hum in agreement, both of your hands falling to your sides and gripping the grass next to you in anticipation.

carlos dips his head and swipes his tongue gently at your left inner thigh, and groans deeply. it’s your scent liquified; he licks his lips and smacks his mouth, savoring your slick. after that one sample he can’t help himself, he loses himself and makes it his personal mission to clean up every last drop of you that spilled. carlos’ mouth is sloppy, and he’s uncaring of how your thighs begin to shake in oversensitivity from the way his beard is scratching your thighs up, red lines appearing faintly on your brown skin. you start squirming away from his mouth, and carlos huffs, annoyed. 

his hands switch to gripping the underside of your thighs, and he pushes them upwards near your chest, and commands, “stop moving, mi amor, or i’ll stop completely.” you moan a soft breathy okay, and your moan pitches into a sharp gasp. carlos runs his nose up your cunt parting the lips, more wetness spreading, before he pauses at your clit; and deeply inhales your scent from where it’s the richest. you cry, half bewildered and half humiliated, at your boyfriend eagerly sniffing at your warmth.

carlos rumbles out, “mierda, mi luna. mmm, so sweet—i cannot wait. i have to get in you, sí?” carlos doesn’t wait for a response and presses two fingers inside you. a cry escapes you at the sudden stretch, but your scent doesn’t sour with pain—carlos continues. he rushes through stretching you; his fingers scissoring you open methodically, consciously avoiding your g-spot. the squelching noises coming from your cunt, has tears gathering in your eyes in embarrassment, even though it’s fairly clear that carlos enjoys it. 

his fingers slide out a minute later, and that same hand reaches for his dick to begin spreading your wetness over it. carlos hisses, and with a clenched jaw, he asks, “mi amor—estas lista (are you ready)?” his body is now vibrating with the force he’s holding himself back with, waiting for your approval. 

your hands release the earth, blades of grass you ripped out of the ground falling from between your fingers, and motion carlos to come closer and lean over you, dwarfing your body completely, “yeah, lobo mio, fuck me.”

carlos whimpers, head falling to rest in your neck. his hand grasps tighter at the underside of your left thigh—a bruise forming already—and pushes it firmly to your chest, your right leg bends slightly and you press your knee to his hip, urging him forward.

carlos guides the head of his cock with a trembling hand to your cunt, and gently presses in. you sharply inhale, holding your breath, until the head pops in fully, causing both you and carlos to moan in pleasure. carlos continues sinking deeper within you as controlled and slowly as he can, not wanting to cause you any discomfort. however, you’re completely gone already. eyes shut in bliss, mouth open, drool already leaking from the corner of your lips. carlos lifts his head to read your expression, and smirks, you’re so easy for him. 

he bottoms out, feeling how your walls squeeze him tightly, and flutter in desperation, like they can’t quite accommodate to his size. carlos waits patiently, chest heaving again from the strain of not taking you, and watches how you squirm underneath him, not knowing if you want to squirm away or closer. you adjust to his presence a handful of seconds later, and grind your hips up to feel the delicious drag of his dick inside of you. carlos’ eyes widen and a shocked groan escapes him before he rolls his own hips down to meet you. 

carlos sets a quick pace from the beginning, he can’t be bothered with building up his speed slowly—he has a claim to lay on you; and to any other being in this forest who can smell how alluring you are, you’re his mate.

moans are being punched out of your chest with every one of his thrusts, harmonizing with his matching grunts of effort. your back is sliding against the grassy floor, and your shoved up with every one of his deep thrusts, and you sink your nails into his back in pleasure, and carlos growls into your ear at the feeling. 

you manage to find words to praise your wolf, “s-so deep in me, carlos—yeahyeahyeah, deeper, baby, please—ah! faster, carlos, faster—“ and carlos does his best to fulfill your wishes; his mouth rests right next to your ear; his panting breaths, and moans only making you squeeze around him tighter.

he soon tires of your orders; he’s not doing his best if he hasn’t fucked the words out of you. carlos suddenly pulls out of you, and you cry out angrily with a furrowed brow, “no, carlos! don’t stop, what are you—“ and with a rough commanding tone, he interrupts you, “stop whining.” your mouth slams shut, the sound of your teeth clacking together mortifyingly loud, your eyes wide with shock.

carlos softens, patting at your hip gently to reassure you that he’s not angry. he then flips you over (cloak spread on the ground underneath you), up on your elbows and knees, and makes to mount you properly—like the wolf he really is. the air is thick, and with your back turned to him in such a vulnerable manner, adrenaline rushes through you again. carlos laughs down demeaningly at you, as your scent thickens even more with lust and smidge of fear. 

rattled at his amusement, you try to push up onto your hands and knees, but carlos automatically pushes you back down, with a heavy, hot and veiny hand scruffing you at the base of your neck. you moan out highly, as carlos forces you back down to your elbows. he releases your neck and smooths his hand down to the small of your back to deepen your arch just the way he wants, and to pull your hips up to match.

all he says is, “now, you stay, just like that—and be a pretty hole for me.”

carlos bullies his dick back inside you, and doesn’t allow you any time to adjust in the this new position. he roughly pounds into you, now only caring about getting his release—he’ll make you cum after he’s thoroughly enjoyed his prize for hunting you down.

carlos’ grunts are animalistic, and his thrusts are too fast for you to try and buck back against him to match his rhythm; all you can do is sit pretty and take what he gives you—just like he said. you can only ramble out four words in between your moans; ‘carlos,’ ‘full,’ and ‘too deep.’ carlos rumbles approvingly at your chanting this time around, and pulls your hips back even closer to dig as deep as he can, uncaring of how you're trying to run from his thrusts.  

your start babbling at the constant pressure and drag against your g-spot, he’s so deep, in this position, hitting areas he can only reach and causes your legs to give out. carlos’ hips don’t falter, as he catches you pulling you back up with a hand around your navel. and then his hips stutter in shock with a crude moan. he grabs one of your hands, causing you to fall flat on your face, head turned to the side with your cheek pressed to the cool red cloak—and guides it to your stomach and holds it there.

carlos resumes thrusting, and preens, “mmm, can you feel that, mi amor? i’m fucking you so deep—ah—you can feel it through your skin.” you can feel it, and the pressure from carlos pressing your hand on his own dick from outside of your body, has your eyes rolling back and tears streaming down your face. your legs go limp again, but carlos isn’t fazed; he continues to hold your body up for you. “so good for me,” carlos rambles, “mio luna—my mate.”

abruptly, you feel it. the press of his knot against you, and in a sudden moment of clarity, you start to beg. 

“—los! kn-knot, please! ‘arlos, breed—ahahah—breed me deep and full—oh!”

carlos gnashes his teeth, growling savagely, before he leans down and forcefully bites down at the back of your neck—not enough to break skin, but enough to remind you of his teeth for a few days. you shudder, air stolen from your lungs, and you have no choice but to cum. 

carlos feels the way your pussy flutters around him, failing to push him out with your release flooding your thighs, and how it continues to drag him deeper within you in a hypnotizing motion to milk him dry. carlos struggles to thrust once, twice, thrice more times with how tightly your cunt is gripping him and shoves his cock as deep in you as possible without allowing his knot to slip in, filling you up nice and good—breeding you just like you wanted. 

carlos rocks you two both through the aftershocks, ensuring his cum coats your insides thoroughly, only slowing to a stop when your combined release starts frothing at where the two of you are joined, and your hips start squirming away from him. he guides you back, sitting you on his lap, keeping himself inside you, as he rotates you to face him.

your makeup is ruined. mascara and eyeliner staining your cheeks with the tracks of your tears, red lipstick smudged on your brown skin, eyes wide and still glassy with moisture. carlos swipes his thumb around your lips, fading the smudges as best as he can. 

you smile softly, and ask with a light tone, “wasn’t that fun, mi lobo?”

carlos can only laugh softly, and nod, “yes—i did not know that you would enjoy being bred on the forest floor that much.”

your cheeks flush again after they began to cool, and you smack carlos shoulder in embarrassment. your brow furrows, and your mouth drops into a pout, “why didn’t you knot me?”

carlos raises an eyebrow at you teasingly, “ah, sí! you were begging for it like whore—“

“carlos!”

“i’m joking, i’m joking, mi luna! of course you were begging, more like a slut for my knot than a bitch in h—“

“dios mio, carlos! your fucking mouth after you cum—jesus christ!”

he can only laugh harder, extra pleased at how he gets you to fluster so easily, even after he just railed you in the middle of the forest.

“ay, mi amor—i’ll stop, im sorry,” he starts still grinning cockily, “pero, i did not give you the knot you begged for so sweetly, because my rut is in three days, sí? and i can’t afford to bruise your pretty pussy with my hefty knot before then, no?”

you balk. carlos’s semi-annual rut is a force of its own, you're practically out of commission for a week after it, unable to close your legs from how raw it leaves you. his knot bruises your insides every time you take it, so he definitely made the smart decision by not folding to your cries of desperation.

the scent of the two of you's satisfaction permeates the air, intertwining with the smell of sex, and carlos can only lean forward to mouth at your neck to taste how well he took care of you tonight. 

“mmm,” carlos hums, “now—do you want me to carry you back to our den so i can finally get my mouth on you and clean you up, or do you want me to make another mess of you right here, mi luna?”

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Neighbors IV

What's this?! A timely update?!

Read the other parts here: Part I Part II and Part III

I could be persuaded into one more part if needed. I'll make a series post for this tomorrow probably as well so it's easier to find.

🐱 I hope you enjoy once more.

Disclaimer: EVERYTHING I know about being a doctor comes from WebMD and TV. I'm fully aware this is outlandish. But it's for the plot ya know?

She looked like she was going to collapse. Harry took that moment to stand closer to her. The back of his hand touched hers. She leaned towards him almost instinctively. He took this as his signal to press her against his body. He wasn’t going to let her down. He would never let her collapse.

There was no other way to explain it and Harry had searched his brain over and over to get to the bottom of his emotions. He wanted it to be anything but what he was feeling. But there was no other word. Harry was mad. He wanted to see her. He missed her dearly. Missed Rory just as much, too. But he knew it wasn’t his business or duty to be part of the decision. He had no say in the matter. He could only love her as much as she’d let him.

And he did love her. He never thought he didn’t or couldn’t. She was an incredible mother and her gentleness, kindness, and sweetness on top of her beauty was so much for Harry. He was lucky to get to know her over these two years. While he was mournfully upset over not being around her, he did understand why she pushed away like this.

Of course, he understood.

He still hated it.

So Harry went about his day as if she and Rory weren’t part of his life any longer and it killed him but he would do anything to make her happy. Even if it meant he couldn’t see her anymore.

*

She was about to lose her mind.

Rory hadn’t seemed like himself in days. Based on the spots on the back of his throat she assumed it was strep. But she took him to the doctor, got the antibiotic and moved on. When he didn’t get better after the five-day course of antibiotics, they sent him home again with another five days’ worth of treatment.

But it was now day seven pushing on day eight. Rory wasn’t getting any better. Rory was tired all the time. He was quiet. So quiet it scared her enough that she was watching him sleep rather than sleeping herself. He was clearly in pain, and she couldn’t take it anymore.

Topped with not being around her best friend that was literally and figuratively a stone’s throw away. Her brain was all but fried.

After the first bout of non-working medication, she began researching. It was a horrible idea, but it was the only thing she could do. She wasn’t a medical professional. All she knew was from TV shows and she knew that they only did rare diseases to make the show fun and exciting.

This was not fun nor exciting.

Her heart was aching for Rory. It was one of the only times she ever wished she had someone to lean on when she felt so broken. She knew if she called Harry he would come running over and he would help with whatever she asked. It seemed so unfair to ask him for help. She had done it all on her own until Harry arrived in the neighborhood.

But would it be so bad to ask Harry for help? He was perfect in every way and obviously adored Rory. She had no doubt Rory would be a priority in Harry’s life too. If he wanted it, who was she to deny him of it?

“Mumma, I don’t feel good,” Rory mumbled. It broke her thoughts of Harry. She wished they didn’t because she was about to plan an apology that Harry deserved and she prayed he would accept. If he didn’t, she would understand. Only an idiot would let someone like Harry slip out of their life and she was the front runner for the village idiot.

But when she looked at Rory her heart broke again. He coughed once more shaking his little body, and she had enough. “Okay, baby we’re going to go to the doctor’s again,” she murmured scooping him into her arms. He was getting bigger and that also broke her heart. It wasn’t the time, but it was all she could think about. But he was sick and still so little. Stuffing her feet into the sneakers that were at the door not letting Rory out of her arms for a moment, she then wrapped his coat and a blanket around him because it was naturally raining and raining hard. Scurrying to her car she settled him into the back on his car seat. He coughed again, right in her neck, and groaned. “I know, baby, I know,” she sighed.

Getting into the front seat she turned the key.

Click.

Surely this was a dream. “No, no, no,” she said smacking the steering wheel. “Please, please, please,” she begged.

Click.

“Goddammit!” She hissed under her breath smacking the wheel.

“Mumma?” Rory whined.

“Yes, baby?”

“My tummy hurts,” he said.

“I know, Rory, I’m sorry. I’m...” she felt tears of frustration start behind her eyes and she thought about just running with Rory in her arms all the way to the hospital. But she did have one other option. Before she could process her own idea, her phone was pressed to her ear, she called Harry. Her heart was racing. He didn’t answer.

“Fuck,” she croaked again. It was late of course he wouldn’t hear it. Normally, Rory would giggle out that was a bad word, but he just stayed silent, turning red, hot, and more sick by the second. “C’mon,” she said quickly and retrieved him from the backseat. She hurried across the street and started banging on the door.

Harry startled awake to the sound of his phone vibrating incessantly; nearly falling off on his nightstand paired with an incessant banging that he couldn’t fully understand where it was coming from because his brain was still sleeping. He couldn’t even make out the name on his screen because his brain was still fuzzy, and his heart was slowly working up to regular speed. He felt shocked as he answered tiredly. His brain only worked at the quarter of his normal speed. He cleared his throat, eyes still closed. “’Lo?”

“Harry, please come open the door. Please, please, please,” he had never heard anyone sound so desperate and terrified in his whole life. His eyes opened as if they were spring loaded. He was sure he looked like a horror film. But now his heart was racing further.

“Yeah, yeah, love. Hold on,” trying to shake the sleep from his brain. The distress in her voice made him want to fly down the stairs and he nearly yanked the door off the hinges. He only had seconds to make sense of what was happening but all he could think about was someone hurting her or Rory and how he would do anything to make sure they were both safe. The last few weeks meant nothing. There wasn’t time to qualm about it.

She was clutching Rory to her body; her face was in absolute anguish and Harry was in awe that she could even stand with the weight of whatever she was carrying mentally in addition to Rory. Harry was flicking his eyes back from her to Rory. His chest ached almost as much as hers at the sight of Rory: pale, cheeks pink, and covered in spots. “Something’s wrong with Rory, my car won’t start. Can you drive us to the hospital?” She rushed out her eyes so pleading Harry could have cried.

“Shit. Yeah, yeah, of course.”

Harry grabbed a pair of shoes and coat by the door. Didn’t even put them on and ushered the pair of them to his car in the soaking rain. She slid into the back with Rory cradled in her arms. Harry was terrified. “Mumma, it hurts,” Rory mumbled. His quiet voice, nearly devoid of emotion, made Harry weak, and he pressed his foot further onto the gas pedal wishing it wasn’t raining so he could speed the way he wanted to all the way to the hospital.

“I know baby, I know,” she whispered soothingly.

Harry struggled to put his shoes and coat on as they ran inside to the emergency room. He knew they must have looked insane. She felt insane as she told them he was sick and all the things she had done since the onset of him feeling unwell. They eyed her suspiciously and then her son but of course took the boy and ushered her and Harry to the waiting room.

They ran more tests and while they did, she began pacing, staring at her phone, tapping on the screen as she searched and scoured the internet for something that could help. “Love, I know you want to help, but googling won’t do anything but make you worry.”

“Harry, something is wrong with him,” she said as if he didn’t know why they were there. She could feel the anger projecting onto Harry and she hated it—it wasn’t Harry’s fault she was mad and scared.

But of course, Harry was perfect and didn’t mind her anger was geared toward him in the moment. “I know, love, I know,” he said almost defensively. Harry was also scraping his mind for ideas of what could have happened to the poor boy. His leg bouncing rapidly in anxiousness. “I jus’ don’t want you t’worry unless there is something t’worry about,” he promised.

She sighed out an apologetic breath in his direction and kept her nose glued to her phone continuing her search.

Fortunately, the medical professionals returned shortly thereafter; her phone slid into her pocket and she stood up anxiously but hopeful. She looked at them expectantly awaiting a cure-all for her poor little boy. Somehow she missed it; probably the lack of sleep making her less aware than normal...but Harry could see it in their eyes. They were going to break her heart. “It’s just strep, ma’am.”

She shook her head, her face crumpling in pain that existed in someone else’s body. “No,” Harry could see the torment coursing in her own body. She looked like she was going to collapse. Harry took that moment to stand closer to her. The back of his hand touched hers. She leaned towards him almost instinctively. He took this as his signal to press her against his body. He wasn’t going to let her down. He would never let her collapse. His own heart was racing in fear that the poor little kid was sick as hell. Harry had never seen a child so run down. He felt bad for his mum in that moment—all those times he didn’t feel well, and she had to go through feeling like this. Rory was obviously not his own, but he was prepared to donate every last drop of his blood to the sweet kid if it meant he would feel better and be cured.

“I know when your baby is sick—” The doctor began.

She pressed her fingers to her temples shaking her head, rapidly.

“No, no, no... you don’t know. You don’t understand. This is not me being a crazy mom. I know I sound like a crazy mom. This isn’t that. I know my baby. Something is wrong with him. There is something wrong with him and I’m not leaving until something is done!” She was all but shouting and Harry put a hand on her back.  She started to march over to the waiting area again, she began pacing once more. Harry felt helpless looking at her from where the healthcare stood back to her. They discreetly called for a psychologist while continued Googling her little heart out. Harry felt his head snap defensively at their words as a woman picked up a phone at the desk. Harry would not let them talk about her when she was merely feet away.

“Excuse me,” he murmured at the counter blocking their view of her, but more importantly, her view of them.

“Sir,” the nurse behind the desk started; phone to hear ear.

Harry shook his head, not moving his gaze from her eyes. “I know you’re calling for a psychologist,” he said quietly avoiding raising the tone of his voice at all so she couldn’t hear. They faltered for a moment. He could see their surprised look; how could Harry possibly know that? He narrowed his eyes at the woman on the phone as the voice at the other end began to speak. He pulled his ID that resided in his coat pocket for home visits; he was lucky he didn’t take it out. They looked over his credentials and then back to Harry. “She doesn’t need that,” he shook his head stating it firmly.

She glanced over at Harry at the counter curious what they could be talking about. “Harry?”

“Just a moment, love,” he said to her not moving his gaze from the woman waiting to speak into the receiver.

“Mr. Styles, surely you understand that from lack of sleep and—” The doctor began.

Harry shook his head. “She is fine,” he repeated. “You need to fix her son.”

Harry knew they still didn’t believe him. She was soaking wet and wearing two different sneakers from leaving in such a hurry. They looked at Harry pleadingly, as if he would suddenly change his mind because they were both medical professionals. He denied their silent pleas. He refused to aid them in ignoring her maternal instinct. He knew she wasn’t crazy. Crazy people didn’t wake up their neighbors they were no longer speaking to in the middle of the night. Harry knew she wished it was strep. Strep would be getting better and she would be calmer.

“Harry?” She asked again coming over to the counter. The doctor took his chance once more as the nurse hung up the phone.

“Ma’am...it’s—”

“I swear to God, if you say it’s strep, one more time, I will respectfully throw your tablet,” that wasn’t helping Harry’s sanity case, but it wasn’t uncalled for in his eyes. “If it was strep, I would have it by now! That kid threw up, coughed on, and drooled all over me. It’s not strep! He’s not responding to the antibiotic.”

There was a second doctor that overheard her rising tone and joined in the little circle of trying to maintain calmness. “Ma’am, we’ve run every test.”

“Run them again. It’s not strep!”

“Ma’am, we can’t just—"

“Love,” Harry whispered under his breath trying to keep her level. He believed her of course, but he didn’t want her to get tossed aside because she was scared. The arguing was reaching near hysterics. It was getting past midnight and she was not crazy, but she was close to losing her mind. Harry couldn’t keep her calmer much longer even if he wanted to—he wanted Rory to be tested again just as much as she did. She started pacing again as she scans her phone.

They list through the symptoms and options of what is wrong with him. She kept repeating ‘no’ like a mantra as she read on her phone. Yes, all of the symptoms sounded like strep. Maybe it was tonsilitis, they could send her home with yet another antibiotic. They looked at Harry again pleadingly, but his eyes didn’t stray from her. He was getting increasingly worried about her; he wanted her to be okay just as much as he wanted Rory to be alright.

“Kawasaki disease,” she said suddenly. Holding her phone out to them as proof.

“He doesn’t have the strawberry tongue or any other earmarks—”

Phone back to her face and she slid the screen further. Her eyes were desperate, tears forming in the corners. The doctors clearly wanted to throw away her phone as much as she wanted to throw away their tablet.

“Rocky mountain spotted fever. We went for a beach walk in the dunes over a week ago,” she said and looked at them pleadingly. It was one of the illnesses listed it was nearly impossible. But this was impossible, and she was exhausted. And she had to try.

The doctor shook his head moving her phone screen up a bit as he read. “They’re not in these parts and he would have blackened crusted skin around a bite.”

Desperate once more, she marched into his little cubicle around the corner. The nurse standing by moved out of the way quickly as she yanked the sticker monitors off his skin, pulled the finger monitor off, untied the little gown off his body. Alarms beeped behind her as her eyes started scanning his body. How could she have missed a bite? How could she not have checked for tick bites? This was all her fault. Every second of it.

“Fuck,” she whimpered as she continued scanning, she didn’t see anything on him, and with each scan of his skin she felt more and more hopeless. Surely, she would be sedated in a matter of moments if she didn’t find something—she was certain that was the protocol, and she couldn’t help but start to think they were right through all her exhaustion. Tears were clouding her eyes and she could hardly see his skin through her blurred vision. “Harry, help me,” she begged, her voice cracking violently.

Harry didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed Rory beneath his arms, holding his sick little body up while she examined more of his skin. Harry let her. He would do anything to help her. He saw the panic on her face. He knew she didn’t want to be right, but she knew it was the only thing that was going to keep Rory from being sent home without treatment and without her being admitted to a psych ward.

“Ma’am,” they started. “We already looked over his whole body and we didn’t find anything...we can prescribe a different antibiotic if the treatment continues to be ineff—”

She was still scanning, ignoring the words that were coming from the medical professionals. Harry felt helpless. Totally helpless as he held his limp, tired little body. She maneuvered his limbs every which way. Please find something. He silently begged.

Finally, she lifted his hair up and started searching along his scalp. She gasped, covered her mouth, as tears dropped down her cheeks. “Like this?” She croaked. The doctor stepped over, and examined the black, scaly spot silently.

There was a moment of nothing but hospital beeps and quiet breathing. She waited expectantly, her eyes moving from Rory’s scalp, then to the doctor, to Harry holding Rory’s tired little body.

“We need more scans,” and then suddenly, finally, there was a call of a series of actions, and once more they whisked the little boy away on a gurney and moved swiftly down the hall.

“We’ll be right back,” the older female nurse promised. She was the one standing by when they entered Rory’s cubicle. Harry noted, now that the excitement is over, that she was the only person who wasn’t staring at the sweet girl as if she was insane. “You did great, Mom,” she praised, squeezed her arm reassuringly. “Good catch. He’ll be fine,” her smile was so kind it melted the anxious girl.

She paced the floor a few times as she started to cry harder again, hand over her heart and her breathing was so uneven, Harry actually worried she was having a cardiac episode. “Harry,” she croaked eventually. Harry pulled her to his body. His chin on top of her head. She shook with cries and Harry gently rocked her. Kissed the top of her head.

“S’okay. S’okay,” he promised rubbing her back. “You did it, love. You figured it out.”

“M’sorry. M’so sorry I cut you out and that was so stupid and you didn’t have to be so nice and take us here and watch me be insane—"

“No, beautiful. S’okay. Don’t worry about that, you’re forgiven, of course. Completely. S’okay,” he promised squeezing her as close as he could trying to keep her together when she was falling apart.

They were silent. Harry held her close to his chest, combed her hair down not moving except for a gentle sway of their bodies in the middle of the hospital hallway. Harry let her cry and he held her as tightly as he could. He hated why he was holding her, the idea of something happening to Rory made him want to kill someone, himself. But he was so grateful to hold her.

“Mr. and Mrs. Styles?”

“Oh, um...no—” Harry started feeling his face warm as he turned to the doctors to correct them. His hand stayed protectively on her lower back, and she leaned against him once more as if she would fall without Harry behind her. With one hand she wiped her eyes and then with the other grabbed Harry’s free hand as tightly as possible. Anchoring herself.

“How is Rory?” she asked, didn’t even bother to correct them at all. The moment wasn’t lost on Harry, but it did move to the back of his mind because Rory was of course more pressing.

“He’s going to be fine. He’s already responding to treatment.”

Harry felt the air fall from her body as if she released the weight of the world off her back. “Can we see him?”

We. Harry melted more.

“Of course,” he gestured to the room.

She hurried from Harry’s side, pulling his hand with her. “Hey Rory, love bug,” she cooed, cupping his face, and rubbing her thumb over his round little cheek.

“Mommy?” He asked wearily.

“Hi baby, how are you feeling now?”

“Hungry,” he sounded sleepy.

She giggled with a teary smile. “Yeah? Let’s get you some food...did you see Harry is here?”

“Hi, Rory,” Harry waved with a grin. “Feeling better?” Rory blearily looked at Harry for a few moments. He didn’t say anything to Harry and for a second, Harry selfishly worried it was too late. That time apart from him, despite all his best efforts to assure Rory he would always be there, was too much for his little heart. Harry betrayed his trust, and it wouldn’t be the same.

“Mommy?” He finally turned his gaze from Harry. It made his stomach churn fearing the rejection of a five- year-old—the only one that mattered. If there was no Rory, there would be no her.

“Yes, my love?” Her eyebrows pinched together because she had never seen Rory act so weird toward Harry. Even when she was doing everything in her power to keep him away. It made her stomach flutter with nervousness as well...unaware that Harry felt the same way.

“Can we be friends with Harry again?” He asked looking back at Harry nervously.

The smile nearly broke Harry’s face in half. He chuckled quietly while she also sighed with relieved giggles. Nodding, she squeezed Rory’s hand. “Yes, baby. We’re going to be best friends. Would you like that?”

He nodded then looked at Harry and smiled his sweet little grin. “Can we have s’mores when we get home?”

“S’more what, lad?”

Rory giggled the sweetest little giggle. “Don’t be silly, Harry.”

*

She held him in the back seat because they still didn’t have a car seat and it was still dark as ever outside as it neared four-thirty in the morning. Harry parked in her driveway, hurried to the door to open it, and pulled Rory into his arms. “I got him, love. You’ve carried him enough tonight,” he murmured. The tiredness was finally catching up to her and she let Harry pull him from her arms. Unlocking the door, she let the three of them in the house and Harry carried the sleeping boy to his room. She pulled his covers down so Harry could settle him in. Once all snuggled up, she kissed his forehead and sighed with relief as he slept soundly. Harry ruffled his hair gently. They left his room, and she closed the door quietly.

They walked wordlessly to the living room, and she sat on the couch leaning back against the cushions and staring at the ceiling blinking rapidly against more tears that were threatening to form. Harry sat beside her, so close he could feel the heat of her leg next to his. He wanted to reach out and touch her face, wipe that tear away that slid down her cheek. “Thank you,” she whispered. “For driving...for staying...for...” she shook her head. “Everything, Harry. Thank you,” it was so much undeserved gratitude. As if Harry wouldn’t reach into his chest at any moment and yank his heart out for her if she asked for it.

“Kitten...’course. Y’did all the heavy lifting,” he said and reached out to squeeze her knee. Her lower lip trembled violently, a sob threatening to bubble out of her chest which seemed so ridiculous now that all the danger was gone. The night must have been catching up to her all at once because at that moment she was crying soundlessly. Her chest aching and she started sniffling, she pressed a finger to her lips. “That was really scary,” she heaved.

“It was,” he nodded in agreement, his heart aching for her sadness, and nervousness. He watched her swallow around the pain that she was finally feeling of not knowing what would happen.

“I wouldn’t...if you weren’t...if you...if Rory—”

“Hey,” he said grabbing her hand from her mouth and bringing it to his own. He pressed a kiss to her knuckles so gently, it hurt her nearly broken heart all over again. He enjoyed the feel of her skin touching his lips and he pulled her up to a sitting position. He cupped her face with his other hand and rubbed his thumb along her cheekbone. “M’here,” he promised. “Always. For both of you.” She looked so nervous; her lip still wobbled. “What, beautiful? What’s wrong, love?” His eyebrows pinched together worried that she was going to have a breakdown that she couldn’t have before in the hospital.

She was still wearing two different sneakers and Harry was still in his coat. If she had time to worry about her appearance, she would have thought about how stringy her hair looked from the soaking rain and how her eyes had to be red from a lack of sleep and all the crying.

“M’so in love with you,” she croaked. Harry felt his heart warm every crevice of his body. He imagined hearing those words from the moment he met her and missed the idea of them when she wasn’t speaking to him. He thought he would melt into a puddle. “I can’t be,” she admitted and Harry felt ice brick over his veins. “I have a son and he is going to be first for the rest of my life and I want to put you first and you don’t deserve that. You deserve someone who will love you and put you—”

The relief Harry felt in her explanation melted the ice threatening his veins all over again. An exhausted smile played at the corner of his lips. He shook his head as she spoke, not even listening to the rest of her sentence. “Kitten,” he said taking both sides of her face and bringing it closer to his. The tip of his nose bumped hers. “I love Rory. And I love you. ‘Course, we’re going t’put Rory first. S’why you’re the best mum in the world. But jus’ because he’s first doesn’t mean you don’t deserve a love of your own,” he told her.

Harry was worried she was so tired she didn’t actually hear him. “...We?” She whispered eventually. The tears were still falling. She felt broken. Felt entirely too vulnerable with someone she’s known for too long. With someone she shouldn’t feel vulnerable around. But the last time she was this vulnerable with someone she loved so much, it was thrown in her face, and she was left alone on a couch just like this.

Harry tilted his head at her looking at her as if he was seeing her for the first time. “Always, beautiful.”

“You love me?” She whispered. Harry nodded silently.

“So much,” he said.

“Really?”

“Truly.”

She wasn’t proud of the way she contorted herself in that moment, throwing herself at him like a teenager and not a twenty-seven-year-old mother of a kindergartner and kissing him like she had been dreaming about kissing him.

But Harry was too long gone to care and enjoyed the moment of utter bliss in kissing the sweet woman he adored for the last few years while her son slept healthily and happily in his bed upstairs.

--

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[anotherstudtouse]

Holiday Reunion

Summary: Your step-sister, Angela, doesn’t like the girl you brought over for the holidays.

Warnings: SMUT, sex between step-siblings, jealousy, sex with a fake cum-filled strap-on, cheating (well not really) (things aren’t exclusive with the girlfriend), breeding kink, choking, long story short it’s filthy and I’m fairly new to posting my writings so I’m not entirely sure what all needs a warning and what doesn’t yet

Being Angela’s step-sister is a relatively new situation, one the two of you are still having trouble accepting six months into it. It’s not that you dislike each other — Well, she might dislike you, but you certainly don’t dislike her.

In fact, you like her a little too much.

How could you not, though, right? Effortlessly funny, quick-witted, and gorgeous, Angela is a joy just to be around. The first few weeks you’d known her — the weeks leading up to the wedding between her father and your mother — had been more than enough have you infatuated with her, and for a while you two got along amazingly. Sometimes, in your rare moments alone together, it almost felt as though Angela felt the same way you did.

The night of the wedding, however, changed everything, and unfortunately you were too drunk that night to remember what happened. You’ve tried to apologize more than once, and even though Angela’s always told you that you have nothing to be sorry for, it still feels so tense every time you’re in a room together. Six months in, you’ve decided to just count yourself lucky you’re adults and don’t have to live with each other, or else things might’ve gotten far too awkward.

Like tonight. Tonight, you’re at your mom’s house — Well, you suppose it’s Angela’s dad’s house, too. It’s the few days between Christmas Eve and New Year’s Eve and both your mother and Angela’s father have separately convinced the two of you to stay from Christmas Eve until January 2nd. You’d figured this would be the perfect opportunity to introduce your girlfriend of two months to your mom as well as have someone around to distract you from the tension between Angela and yourself. Even though things aren’t serious between you two and you weren’t even exclusive yet, she’d agreed. It had been, in your head, a wonderful idea!

But now you’re here, sitting on the living room sofa, playing some ‘get to know you’ game that Angela’s father had proposed where you pull a card with a question about yourself and people in the room try to answer it for you, and Angela, who’s already been not only friendly but also somewhat touchy (a lingering hug as she greeted you at the beginning of the night, two hands brushing against your shoulders and arms as she stepped into your space and slipped your jacket off, a hand on your forearm as she laughed at a stupid joke you told – not that you’re keeping track or anything) toward you tonight, has answered every question about yourself correctly. She knows your favorite color, your deepest fear, your dreams for the future, the weirdest dream you’ve ever had — Things you’d casually mentioned in the past that you never would’ve expected her to actually have been paying attention to.

Even worse, she corrects Theresa, your girlfriend, when the poor girl gets anything about you wrong. You don’t hold it against Theresa at all — you’ve only been dating for two months, after all — but it feels like Angela does. You’ve never seen your step-sister like this — smug, competitive — and she’s never made so much eye contact with you before, usually looking at anything other than you.

Oh, god. It’s your turn again.

Leaning forward, you draw a card from the deck with your free hand, your other hand grasping Theresa’s in reassurance. You can tell she feels bad that she doesn’t know you as well as Angela obviously thinks she should.

“Do I ever want to have children?” You read off the card.

Theresa perks up, and you glance anxiously at Angela before your eyes finally land on your girlfriend beside you. “Oh, we’ve talked about this one! No, you don’t.”

“She’s right,” your mom agrees, sending Theresa an encouraging smile. “I came to terms with having no grandchildren a long time ago.” Angela’s father gives a little chuckle at that, and you roll your eyes with a smile.

“Yeah, you do,” Angela interjects, eyes on you. Her eyes have been on you all night. “You told me you do. At your mom’s and my dad’s wedding.”

You freeze, blinking, the tips of your ears beginning to feel especially warm. You don’t remember that. You must’ve told her that while you were drunk. You don’t tell anyone that; it’s not a serious goal of yours, more of a… well, more of a kink. You want to be bred. It’s not exactly something you tell everyone, or even a girlfriend of only two months. You told Angela that?

You can see in her eyes that that’s exactly what she means, too. It’s as if time has stopped for a moment, Angela’s words hanging in the air, heavy and impossible to ignore. She doesn’t look disgusted with the information, but that must be why things changed so drastically after that night. What the hell happened?

A laugh that you hope doesn’t sound as nervous as you feel escapes you, and you shrug. “I mean, I thought maybe I could change my mind for the right person, but honestly, probably not.” You shoot a playful glance toward your mom. “Don’t get your hopes up.”

As everyone chuckles and moves on, you exhale a relieved sigh, sending a reassuring smile Theresa’s way. Weirdness averted.

You can’t get rid of the feeling deep in your gut, though, that Angela knows. She knows how you feel about her, feelings you’ve been trying to push down for months only for them to resurface all at once as your eyes meet hers again. She takes a sip of her drink, throat bobbing as she swallows, and she never breaks eye contact once.

“Uh, it’s, um— It’s getting kind of late, and we woke up early this morning, so Theresa and I are gonna head to bed if that’s okay.” You’re already standing when your mom and Angela’s dad excuse you, and though Theresa furrow her brows at you, she doesn’t say anything about the sudden stutter.

As you begin to lead your girlfriend toward the stairs, you hear Angela speak up again behind you. “Sweet dreams, Y/N.” Something about the way she says it makes your throat go dry.

——

The digital alarm clock beside the bed in this guest room reads 1:44am. You blink slowly, eyelids still heavy from sleep. You’ve already kicked the blanket off yourself, leaving it pooled mostly on top of Theresa. It’s too hot in here. You’d be lying if you said that’s the reason you’re having so much trouble sleeping, though; the heat is a symptom of something that’s not going to be cured as long as you stay in this bed.

Quietly, you slip out of bed. You contemplate for a moment putting on some pants but the walk down the hallway to the bathroom isn’t very far and everyone’s asleep — Your tank top and underwear will do. Keeping your eyes on your girlfriend in an effort to make sure she doesn’t stir, you exit the room as silently as possible and make your way to the unoccupied bathroom.

In your hurry to get inside, you close the door a little too loudly. You only spare a second to cringe inwardly before you’re leaning back against the sink, recalling every interaction you’ve had with your step-sister tonight. The looks, the touches, the words – They’re seared into your brain. Maybe you’re reading too much into things but it’s driving you crazy and you need relief now. One hand gripping the sink, your other hand descends from your abdomen to the waistband of your underwear.

You shouldn’t be doing this. You’ve moved on – You have a girlfriend in bed just down the hall, and here you are, about to touch yourself to thoughts of your step-sister. You should go back to bed. You need to go back to bed.

That’s the last thought you have before your fingers dip underneath your waistband to slip between already slick folds. The feeling has you biting your lip in an effort to keep yourself from moaning, and your eyes flutter shut to replace images of this bathroom with prettier images of Angela on her knees. Your breathing is getting heavier now, fingers rubbing tight circles around your swollen clit, and god it’s good, it’s so good, it’s—

The sound of the door that you’d stupidly forgotten to lock creaking open has your eyes snapping open in shock and embarrassment, and as you make eye contact for what feels like the thousandth time tonight with Angela, you freeze. She’s in a pair of obscenely short pajama shorts and a t-shirt and seems just as surprised to see you. You can see the realization slowly dawning on her as her gaze travels lower and lower, finally stopping on the hand still between your thighs.

Fuck.

Mortified, you begin to pull your hand out of your underwear when Angela’s shoots out to grasp your wrist, effectively halting your movements. Her eyes are darker than you’ve ever seen them, and your heart is pounding in your chest.

“Is this for her?” Her voice comes out hushed. It would’ve been difficult to hear her if she hadn’t just stepped into your personal space. You part your lips to try to lie but she doesn’t give you time to. “It isn’t, is it? If it were, you’d still be in your room.”

Her grip on your wrist is tight, and the way she’s speaking to and looking at you tells you she already has you figured out; she’s just waiting for you to say it. You lick your lips, eyes darting down to Angela’s then back to her eyes – those dark, beautiful, intense eyes.

“… No,” you finally respond. As you speak, Angela releases her hold on your wrist only to slip her hand underneath your waistband, covering your hand with her own and causing you to suck in a shaky breath.

She steps closer, eyes flitting between yours as if searching for something in them. “Who’s it for, then?” Her fingers press into yours, forcing more pressure against your throbbing clit. You suppress a whine; Angela’s eyes light up at the muffled sound.

You shouldn’t be doing this. You need to go back to your room and forget any of this ever happened. You shouldn’t be doing this. She’s your step-sister.

Fuck it.

“You.” Your voice is raw with need. You need Angela, and you’re certain that even if she can’t hear it in your voice, she can see it in your eyes, she can feel it in the way your hips push slightly into your joined hands. You barely get that single syllable out before she’s crashing her lips into yours, her free hand snaking up to tangle in your hair while her hand in your pants tugs your hand out and sets it on the edge of the sink.

You kiss her back with just as much urgency. Her hand tugs the bottom of your tank top up over your breasts before groping one until your nipple is hardening underneath her palm. You gasp at the feeling, and Angela takes that opportunity to slip her tongue past your parted lips. As your back arches into her hand, she breaks the kiss, panting. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since that night,” she husks before beginning a trail of open-mouthed kisses along your jawline. She doesn’t have to specify in order for you to know she’s talking about the wedding night. “I know you don’t remember – You kissed me.” She’s kissing her way down your neck now, stopping to nip at your pulse point, both hands on your breasts now. “I kissed you back. Hell, I almost fucked you right then and there when you told me you wanted to know how it felt for me to cum inside you.” She pinches your nipples between her fingers, pulling a whimper from your throat. “You said you didn’t even care if it were possible for me to get you pregnant. You’d still take it.” She pulls away just long enough to pull your tank top off and toss it to the ground somewhere before she’s on you again, kissing her way down your chest. “But you were so drunk, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how your mom had just married my dad.”

The pieces are all falling into place now. You hadn’t been reading too much into anything; Angela needs you just as much as you need her, and it doesn’t matter anymore what obstacles are in your way. She’s going to take you, and you’re going to let her.

“Seeing you with her was too much.” She wraps her lips around your nipple and you groan, your knuckles turning white as you grip the edge of the sink. “You’re mine, not hers.” As she pulls away, she adds, “Now turn around.”

Obediently, you turn to face the sink, making eye contact with Angela’s reflection in the mirror. “Good girl,” she praises, pressing into you from behind. It’s only then that you feel something hard pressing against your cunt, and as she tugs your underwear to the side with one hand and pulls down her shorts with the other, she leans into you, slowly lining up her strap-on with your soaking wet entrance.

“Oh god,” you moan, pressing back into Angela. She pushes inside you slowly, giving you time to adjust to the thickness of it as she buries herself inside you inch by inch. “Please, Angela – More.”

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Angela groans, pushing deeper and deeper until she’s buried completely inside you. “And so fucking wet – Fuck yes, take it all.” Slowly, she pulls out before thrusting inside you again – hard. The slow pace she sets doesn’t last long before she’s picking up speed, slamming her hips into yours and causing your own hips to slam into the sink over and over.

You bite your lip, trying to muffle your whimpers and moans, and as your eyes flutter shut, Angela tugs your head back by the hair until you’re looking at her in the mirror again. “Eyes open, baby. I don’t want you to miss a single second of me taking what’s mine. Got it?”

You nod, watching your breasts bounce from the force of Angela’s thrusts, watching as Angela’s hand leaves your hair to wrap around your throat instead while she digs her nails into your hip with her other hand. “I’m yours – I’m all yours. I always have been,” you moan, desperation evident in the tone of your voice.

Angela groans, her strap covered in your juices as she practically pounds you into the sink. Your moans grow louder until your step-sister covers your mouth with her hand. “Be quiet – Unless you want your girlfriend to come looking for you only to find you cumming on your step-sister’s cock.”

The whine that escapes you is muffled, your walls squeezing around Angela’s strap. Your hand reaches up to rest on the back of Angela’s head, pulling face into your neck. As she kisses your neck, your hand curls into a fist around her hair, tugging it slightly and causing Angela to groan into your neck. You never want this to end, but you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to your orgasm as you hear Angela moaning as she begins to suck a mark onto your neck.

“I’ve been so fucking pent up all day,” Angela groans, breathless. “I’m gonna do what I should’ve done a long time ago.” She’s slamming into you now, hard and fast, her strap deeper inside you than anyone’s ever been before. “I’m gonna breed you and you’re gonna take it.”

You’re pretty sure she’s just saying that to push you closer to the edge, but when her hips slam one last time into you before stilling, you actually feel her flooding you with cum. With the realization that she’s wearing a strap-on filled with fake cum just so she can cum inside you, you’re pushed over the edge yourself, your walls squeezing and spasming around Angela’s cock. You tug on her hair harder, pulling a deep groan from Angela’s throat as she slowly fucks her cum into you.

“You’re mine now,” she moans, her pace slowing more and more as the two of you come down from your highs. She takes her hand off your mouth, both hands now gripping your hips.

With a breathless laugh, you make eye contact with her in the mirror, your hand releasing its hold on her hair and lowering to rest on top of her hand on your hip. “I think you’ve made that clear.”

[kumoriyami-xiuzhen]

Hakuoki Drama CD - Shimabara Disturbance Track 1 English translation

Happy new year everyone! I know it’s kinda late to be saying that... but whatever. Decided that I’ll only be translating track 1 this month and then not doing anything else until after February 22 since I need to study like 700 pages of text.... sorry but not really sorry? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (committing to writing my exam has cost me +$1000 so yeah.)

Anyway, in regards to the Hakuoki dramas that I wanted translated, this one probably ranked first or second, right next to Shinsengumi Oni-tan... but it was too much work to go look up the sections that were missing from the tl I found for the longest time.

As a warning, I HIGHLY ADVISE AGAINST READING THIS IF YOU HAVE NOT PLAYED THROUGH THE SHIMABARA INFILTRATION MISSION FROM ZUISOUROKU (specifically Saito’s route, and I’m going stress the fact that this is NOT my bias speaking, and that this is a recommendation being made based on the drama itself, though it should probably be fine if you’ve watched the Hakuoki Sekkaroku anime...? Probably? Well, assuming that’s the one where they go to Shimabara since there are some spoilers for it too?).

Also, the promo video for this has been posted to my video blog if anyone wants to watch that. 

enjoy!

Hakuoki Drama CD - Shimabara Disturbance Track 1:  A Man Without Greed

Translation by KumoriYami

Hijikata: Thank you for all your hard work, Saito. It really was the right choice to leave capturing all the ronin at the inn to your Third Division.

Saito: Please don't say that, however, Vice-Commander, what is this money for?

Hijikata: It’s a bounty, a bonus for doing especially hard work. 

Saito: But, I was merely accomplishing my duties as a member of the Shinsengumi. How can I accept a bounty for it? Furthermore, this is too much.

Hijikata: I knew you wouldn't accept it. Forget it, I don't want to force you into accepting it because I often send you on difficult missions. If I give you the occasional reward, you shouldn't decline, and just accept it.

Saito: I understand, then I'll gratefully accept it.  

(Saito leaves the room and starts walking away)

Saito: A bounty...?

Saito: I can't betray the Vice-Commander's kindness, so I need to think about how to use this.... how should this best be used? Since there was so much of a bonus, it shouldn’t be spent all at once... In this case, exactly what should I do?

(sound of fighting from the dojo)

Saito: Hrm? It’s quite noisy in the dojo. is someone training the troops? I’ll go observe the situation..

Souji:  No good, no good~ your sword is too slow, your footwork is sloppy [or steps taken are too small. reword later?], and there are weaknesses everywhere! There are too many flaws, so if you don't want to die, you better work harder.  

Warrior:  Yes...

Saito: Hrm.

Souji: Areh, Hajime-kun, when did you get there/here? What's wrong? You look like you have something to say.

Saito: You’re still conducting harsh training as always. It’s fine if you train the troops, but there’s no point in causing injuries before they can become more useful. . 

Souji: Is that so? I’m already very gentle~. If this sort of attack killed someone, they'd immediately get cut down in real combat when fighting ronin~

Saito: Although that's true...

Souji: Anyway, would Hajime-kun like to have a match with me? That just now wasn't training for me. I'd be very happy if you were my opponent.

Saito: No, my apologies, but I have something I need to think about.

Souji: What's wrong? You aren’t speaking clearly.

Saito: I have abrupt question for you, Souji.

Souji: It's rare for Hajime-kun to consult me. What is it?

Saito: If you were suddenly given a lot of money, how would you use it?

Souji: Me? In that case... I'd buy some candy and share/eat with the kids living nearby.

Saito: Ah.... I see....

Souji: Isn't it rude to sigh/seem so disappointed after hearing someone else's answer? Speaking of which, did you receive a lot of money again?

Saito: Well....

Souji: That's why you should use it and not worry about it. It’s a luxury to worry about how to spend money.

Saito:.....

Souji: Just spend it however you want. Dignity and standards don't matter, regardless if that's in the eyes of Hijikata-san or anyone else.

Saito: If I was able to do what you suggested, I wouldn't have asked you.

Souji: Seriously? Hajime-kun, you really have no desires...

Saito: It’s true that I have no desires for material things. 

Souji: I think it’s just that you’re not materialistic. Well, my opinions won’t matter anyway. Besides snacks, all I can think about are the caltrops I bought and scattered in Hijikata-san’s room. 

Saito:....I’ll head back to my room to think about it again. Excuse me then, Souji.

(Saito walks away)

Souji: Huh... it’s a problem too be so rigid. 

-------

Saito: Then, what should I be doing? There’s nothing I need to buy right away, and I don’t want to spend money on food and drink either...

(sound of running then a door slides open)

Shinpachi: Yo, Saito! Excuse me!

Saito: Shinpachi? Sano and Heisuke, what’s wrong?

Harada: Hehe, I heard about it, Saito. You received a large bonus, right?

Saito: That is the case. Why do you know that?

Shinpachi: Well, in any case, that doesn’t matter right? You're so serious, so even if you got a huge sum of money, you probably wouldn't know how to spent it, right? We just came over to give you some ideas!

Heisuke: Hajime-kun, how is that going? Have you made a decision on how to spend it?

Saito: No, not yet.

Harada: Let me ask you first, is there something that you want?

Saito: There's nothing I want in particular.

Shinpachi: If it's like that, then just go to Shimabara!

Saito: Shimabara?

Shinpachi: That’s right! Enjoy the company of geishas is the way to go, right?!

Saito: I'm sorry, I'm not interested.

Harada: Well, Saito is the same as always. What about getting a new katana?

Saito: Unfortunately, the blade was sharpened recently, and it is a Kunishige...

Heisuke: Ah~ I get it, I get it! Speaking of which, does Hajime-kun have any interests?

Saito: An interest? Why are you suddenly asking me this?

Heisuke: Generally speaking, people spend money on the things they like. I've never seen Hajime-kun spend money on his own interests.

Harada: That’s true. Do you have one?

Saito: An interest...? I appreciate katana and other things... 

Sano: No need to continue, I get it. 

Heisuke: That’s right... even when he has time off, Hajime-kun is still working...

Harada: This is a rare opportunity. Why don't you try something that you haven't done before?

Saito: Haven’t tried before?   

Harada: For example... reciting haiku like HIjikata-san. 

Shinpachi: That's true... you'd be very suitable to reciting haiku. So if you were doing that with HIjikata-san, it'd go like...

~~[this is being imagined]~~

Hijikata: It's become warmer, 

more recently it feels that, 

spring's finally sprung. [yeah that matches the 5-7-5 stanza haiku syllable count... why the hell did I try to match that?]

��How about it, Saito? Try composing a haiku about spring. 

Saito: Yes.

The warbler is perched [more literally it’s on a branch... but w/e]

It chirps again and again

It cries are ceaseless

Hijikata: Oh~ that wasn’t bad! Although it's very straightforward, it's very easy to understand.

Saito: I’m honoured to receive your praise. I will continue to improve from now on.

Hijikata:Ooh, the journey to learning haiku is long and hard, do your best.

~~~[end of imagination sequence]~~~

Shinpachi: No, it shouldn’t be like that... 

Harada: No, not like that. 

Heisuke: Anyway, it doesn’t cost money to compose haiku. At most, he could buy a few collections. 

Harada: That’s right, the purpose is to spend money.

Shinpachi: So, what about buying some delicious food? We could find out which store has the best dango and eat them all one by one. 

Harada: Why don’t you replace the dango with something more expensive? Like with sake to go drink.

Saito: Go drink?  

~~~imagination sequence~~~

Saito: Store owner, is there anymore sake left?

Owner: I'm terribly sorry, that was all the sake in the establishment

Saito: No, wait, the sake on the shelf over there hasn't been served yet.

Owner: Th-That's not for sale. It's a specialty sake from my hometown.

Serve it. I won't stop drinking until I have all the sake in the store. If you don't serve it...

(unsheathes blade)

Owner: Th-That sort of thing...Please wait!  Okyakusama!  Okyakusama..!

~~~[end of imagined sequence]~~~ 

Shinpachi: Is going out for sake supposed to be like that? 

Harada: No, it isn’t. 

Heisuke: Furthermore, that's what Sano-san wants to do right?

Harada: Then what ideas would you propose, Heisuke?

Heisuke: Eh: In... in that case... a show house [ 見世物小屋 is the word here in Japanese... Wikipedia says the term “freak show” is used overseas. had to get the audio as text because I wasn’t sure of the word I had used originally].?

Shinpachi: A show house? It's true that tickets are expensive so that might not be bad...

~~~[imagination sequence]~~~

(crowd going ooh)

Saito: Come one, come all Regardless of how ridiculous the order is, I will obey it without fail. I am the legendary dog with a human face [or human dog... I guess].

(crowd clamor)

Saito: Vice-Commander, please immediately give me an order. 

HIjikata: Saito! Apprehend Souji, who scattered caltrops around my room!

Saito: Understood! No, wan! Dog with a human face, going forth!

(crowd clamor)

~~~[end of imagined sequence]~~~ 

Heisuke: Why is Hajime-kun working for the show house? That would be for making money, not spending it!

Harada: And isn’t the dog with a human face just like the usual Saito? He’s someone who called a human with dog like traits.

Shinpachi: But with so many options, there should be something you're interested in. How about it, Saito?

Saito: No, I’m sorry, but I can’t accept any of these proposals you’ve given.  

Harada: Well, that’s how it is. 

Shinpachi: Sure enough, it’ll just be going to Shimabara. Occasionally, you do go drinking together with us! 

Harada: Can't you say anything else? He said it already that he wasn't interested.

Saito: But, it might not be bad to spend this money on someone else. I'll need to think this over again.

Heisuke: For someone else...?

Saito: Heisuke, what is it?

Heisuke: Eh? Ah, it’s nothing! 

Harada: Then, we’ll take our leave now. 

Shinpachi: Tell us when you figure out how to use it! If you decided on going to Shimabara, I'll approve of that!

(door slides open, Shinpachi and Harada leave)

Heisuke: Then, I’ll be going too. 

Saito: Wait, Heisuke. What was it that you were going to say? Your expression is strange. 

Heisuke: No, I was just a bit envious of Hajime-kun.

Saito: Envious?

Heisuke: If I had a lot of money, I would give Chizuru a beautiful kimono.

Saito: A beautiful kimono... like the clothes she wore when she infiltrated Shimabara?

Heisuke: That’s right, Chizuru was so cute then... No, uh, she was very happy!

Saito: Yukimura at that time... The day I infiltrated Shimabara, Yukimura, who had been disguised by Osen, seemed shy to show herself. I probably won't ever forget how she looked then. Her appearance wasn't changed at all, she simply wore a beautiful kimono, combed her hair, put on some hair pins and make-up, that's all it was. I couldn't even look directly at her. That's how beautiful Yukimura had become then...  

Heisuke: Hajime-kun! Hajime-kun! Hey Hajime-kun!

Saito: Uh.... Ah! What is it, Heisuke? 

Heisuke: What are you doing? Why are you suddenly dazed? 

Saito: No, it’s nothing. Sorry, what did you say?

Heisuke: I was just talking about giving Chizuru a beautiful kimono to wear! But that's impossible. How would hear wearing a woman's kimono be allowed at headquarters?

Saito: Nn, that’s right. 

Heisuke: Kodo-san is still missing, so I really want to do something that will help cheer her up.

Saito: Is Yukimura very depressed?  

Heisuke: It's not like that, but she might be forcing herself to smile. 

Saito:  That’s right...

Heisuke: I really want to do something for her. 

Saito: Ah...... But would she want to wear a woman’s kimono again? Or is it that I want to see her dressed up like that again? No, even though she’s usually wearing men’s clothing, it’s to be expected for her to want to dress up a woman. No, but... 

Heisuke: Hajime-kun. Hajime-kun. Hey~ Hajime-kun! Hah... he’s like this again... would it be better to just leave him be for a while?

---to be continued---

....in february. unless it’s fine to post track 5 and 6. since those are done while track 2 is incomplete.

[arthuluart]

Hiii - wanted to say first thing first I love your art style, it's so dynamic and fun and those color palettes? Stunning ^^

And second thing second, just some food for thought if you ever want to get angsty about Jerry and Dean, coffee by Chappell Roan sounds like it was written about their break up specifically and I can't stop thinking abt it dndnden

*Cue me losing my mind*

Hiii- they say flattery gets you everywhere and turns out with me, it gets you animatics- jkjk but I do appreciate the kind comments ^^

I’ll put up the animatic separately and take the opportunity to leave the preamble here to keep the video post neat bc until someone tells me to shut up and just post art- I’m gonna ramble… So here’s the commentary you didn’t ask for along with my favourite panels:

First off- You turned me into a big time Chappell Roan listener which is great bc I need music recs to fix my listening habits before Spotify wrapped drops. My roundup last year was shameful… Red Wine Supernova is my new dish washing song.

Even tho it’s not the song’s vibe I kept the content as silly as I could for my own sanity. I don’t love getting too deep into the serious/sad side of M+L for a few reasons but I do find it all very interesting. Point being this song was too good to pass up doing something a bit bigger for.

Ngl tho- this did have me pulling out hair at multiple points. I never colour animatics, rarely even tone them- but you mentioned colour palettes and I was determined to deliver so pardon the messy colouring but (that was the tradeoff) I did not have it in me to stay in the lines. I’m choosing to be kind to myself and opt to call it an artistic choice and not midway burnout. And nothing was gonna get me to open after effects/premiere not even the janky ass golf ball OML this only makes sense if u watch the video.

There are parts of this I’m SO happy with and others I hate. I think it’s really obvious which sections I started losing steam on but overall I lowkey like the end product. Nothing I make will ever be good/perfect- this was one hell of a practice in accepting that lmao- but I can still be ok with the work problems and all yknow? I very nearly shelved this completely bc I got so worked up about the maybe 5 panels I dislike out of 106 total. Counting them was eye opening to ask myself: you’re gonna let that small a ratio stop you from sharing this after putting in days and days of effort? The insecurity goes deep and TBH getting asks has been a nice way of working through it since I post the art I make for answers no matter what only bc I KNOW someone out there wants to see it. It might not sound it but it’s actually quite positive.

Also, although I feel I’ve done my fair share of reading, I’m no expert. So if anything is really off point- sorry my bad (I won’t fix it tho bc I cannot physically stand to look at this another second lol)

I tried to stick to real things found in articles/books/photos/interviews etc bc outside of obviously fictional AUs I’m not super into making stuff up about them (and who needs to I mean the legit stuff is already insane enough) Sure I framed the events in specific ways to suit the song and some aspects are fictionalized (mainly bc the referenced written accounts lacked detail to draw 100% faithfully from anyhow) but otherwise I got my sources cited.

ANYWAYS… sorry for hijacking this answer I need to learn to chill out. Irl I’m a pretty reserved talker so you can tell I’m in a comfy place when I let loose and blather on endlessly lmao brevity is not a skill I possess.

You were probably expecting illustrations or smth but I hope what I came up with is still somewhat alright AND please don’t let my complaining fool you, I genuinely loved making this.

One FINAL Relevant Note: the line “nowhere else is safe every place leads back to your place” is gut wrenching. You’re so right about this song perfectly describing the break up. They always came back to each other and there’s something so devastating about that kind of haunting human connection.

OkAY I’m done promise- I thought I’d implode if I didn’t get all that out

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Memories Erased

(Kill Somebody Like You Part Two Chapter Five)

🔪Previous Parts Here🔪

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats, mpreg), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, cursing, baby fic, mentions of breastfeeding, post coital pain, flirting, past abuse, past SA, past miscarriage, mentions of medical issues, mentions of sexual health issues (past ish), the science of True Mates, sexism (against omegas), religious trauma, allusions to selling people, past familial SA, Col's dad and uncle being awful, rage, lashing out, breaking things, family emotional bonding, threats, making up, past DV (Col hitting Dom), cheering each other up, small makeout session, needy boys bonding, supporting each other, enemies to lovers ❤️‍🔥 Rating: mature

All ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🩷

The next morning Kells woke to find himself in bed alone. It was rare but the next thing he realized explained it. He had rolled on his side at some point which meant his mate had their boy, his instincts never let him move in his sleep if he had Punk on his chest. His core twinged and a soft groan escaped him. He knew they fucked up the night before by letting themselves fuck but he hoped the damage wasn't too bad and if anything it was almost a good ache. He stretched himself out and sighed, happy to have gotten enough sleep he actually felt rested. Had their boy actually slept through the night for once or had he just stayed out through it? He'd pumped enough the day before that he was sure his lover had enough bottles to take care of the baby which was great since he still felt a little drained from letting his bitch feed.

As his senses came online he noticed a few soft noises, the rocking chair was moving and his son's little suckles. He tried not to notice how similar it was to Dom's but he couldn't stop a small laugh at the thought. “G’morning luv.” The Alpha hummed from across the room before the chair stopped and Col heard him walking over. The killer sat on the bed next to him and leaned down to kiss him hello. He sat with one ass cheek tilted up and it made the omega smirk. He couldn't put his full weight down but he didn't seem to mind.

“How bad is it?” He asked after sharing a kiss and pressing one to Punk’s forehead.

“Probably about as bad as you. I ‘eard tha' groan.” Dom made a worried face but Kells just shrugged. He was happy with all they'd done and he didn't want to worry about himself anymore. It was honestly getting exhausting being careful all the time. Doc told him to be careful about moving, and lifting, and sex, and he didn't want to. He wanted to feel like himself again.

“Mmm it's a good hurt.” He winked and made his lover smile. He adored seeing Dom feeling proud of himself. Sadly it was rare, his mate was the first to talk down about himself and normally the only, but he was working on boosting the other's ego. The Alpha smirking about his own prowess always turned the omega on. He'd even said so a few times just to try and get the man prouder.

“Still, only one of us was medically okay to. You should check wiv Doc and make sure you're good. I don't mind getting smacked up the ‘ead as long as you ain't ‘urt.” Dom teased. He'd been extra worried about his partner since Travis had accidentally let it slip that the mob boss’s body should have been too messed up to work the way it had. He didn't blame Kells for hiding his designation so long with medication but they knew now it may have done some damage. When they first got pregnant the Doctor hadn't mentioned any of that, she wanted to keep them from being scared. Since his mate's father figure had spilled the secret she finally explained the truth.

That many hormones and such a young miscarriage should have damaged his reproductive organs beyond repair. He'd stopped his heats for over a decade and ignored his core as if it didn't exist. He'd almost overdosed on hormones his body barely produced and took products that weren't FDA approved. Dominic refused to be upset about any of it, he understood more than anyone else really, but it still made him nervous they might not have such an easy next breeding and he didn't want to chance it because he couldn't keep his dick to himself. He was scared he hurt the man but Colson just looked up at him like he was silly. He hoped he was. He really really did.

They still didn't know what made them work together, Doc thought they proved the science of True Mates. It felt like too much fairy tale bullshite but she swore there were facts to back it up. It was biology, not magic. Something about their pheromones reached out to each other and clicked in a way no one else did. It was strange honestly but a mated pair could heal each other’s wounds with their spit so odd was relative he supposed. She said it was in their DNA but she was still working on figuring out what exactly it was. Dom didn't care, not really. Not as long as his family was safe and they could have more kids.

He knew he should have stopped himself the night before but he'd never been able to say no to his lover from day one. He never felt forced into anything, it just took his neurosis away to let the other man lead. Their first time? Kells needed him. Their second? The omega decided it was okay. He followed his lead like the lost puppy he was and it worked perfectly for them as long as Col was okay. He wasn't sure he could stop worrying completely until they got the go ahead from their friend and Doctor.

“Shiiiit, if it'll get that look off your face I'll call her later.” The omega grumbled and Dom smiled.

“I already texted ‘er. She said it's probably fine but if you still ‘urting tomorrow ya need to see ‘er.” He did get hit on the back of his head but it was gently with a pillow as his lover got out of bed. He knew it was coming because he'd contacted the woman himself but he knew Col better and he didn't want to bother. He never wanted to bother. It had been a fight every time they needed to see her for their baby but now the other man thought he didn't need her help anymore.

Kells wandered off to their bathroom and Dom watched him go, noticing the pink between his thighs he was sure his mate would clean up before he returned. While he was gone the Alpha focused on his son as the baby finished his breakfast and had to be gently burped. It was always a little odd for the killer, it reminded him of when he was young. Every time he fed his son he could see himself small and taking care of multiple babies almost half his size. It wasn't just his sisters but there were others around at times and sometimes he had to shake himself free of memories like cobwebs in his mind. “Someone was ‘ungry after sleeping all night. Ya might be able to drink Daddy under the table aye?” He teased as he laid their boy in his cot and patted his back gently. It wouldn't be long before the little one would need changing but for a little while he could sit down and catch up on morning news.

He sat on the bed and turned their TV on. He normally hated the news unless it was about his kills but he'd been keeping an eye to make sure nothing new had been exposed about his family. It was tiring having to be so careful all the time but he kept hoping something else would happen and they'd be old news. No such luck of course, the moment he flipped to the right channel he saw his lover’s picture. At first he thought it was a puff piece about ‘an omega boss’ until he realized someone was being interviewed and he turned the volume up. On screen were two older men talking to the interviewer about… Colson? How did they even know him?

“You have to understand, I knew early on the boy had the devil in him. He got it from his mother but I tried to raise him right. It's impossible to keep an omega good though, their instincts make them whores from day one.”

Dom felt a pit in his stomach that grew somehow wider as he heard his partner walk out of the bathroom. Col had been brushing his teeth and the brush was hanging out the corner of his mouth while he dribbled toothpaste down his chin. “What the fuck?”

“We tried to bring that boy up in the church but just like his mom before him he tried to tempt me. His uncle! We had to send him away.” The other man said and Dom felt sick. He raised the remote to turn it off but Colson held up his hand.

“So what did you do? You say you sent him away, I'm just wondering how he ended up where he is now. It's an amazing feat.” The interviewer seemed skeptical of them both and the Alpha was surprised. He hadn't realized how many people might be on their side and ready for change.

“It's not a feat- we saw him on the TV last year and we knew he was leading others into sin. He's lying to everyone and running sex clubs! How is that a good thing to you?” The first man was almost red in the face but his words triggered something in Dom's mind. Could it be…

“I think an omega knew what he had to do to run multiple successful businesses after being given a terrible start in life. Or am I wrong that you're admitting to throwing him out? Or did you sell him? You know both are illegal for an underage child, right?” The interviewer didn't let up and it made both men even angrier. They obviously thought they'd be talking to another Alpha male but no, the woman seemed to be a beta and was entirely in control of the situation. Dom liked her already.

“You say successful businesses and we say sin pits! A year ago he was on the news claiming to be an Alpha and now for possibly selling people but you say he's a hero?” The uncle ranted.

“There's no proof of that. If anything the DA is set to apologize publicly for all the trouble the government has caused and for how badly the police failed everyone in the Four Seasons that day. You mention selling people so I assume you find it wrong? Are you saying you did not in fact sell both your wife and son?” She doubled down but the rest was news to Dom and Colson both.

“Tha's gotta be a ploy cause ‘ey been in deep shite for everyfing.” The killer grumbled. He wouldn't take that apology and think they could go back to normal. It felt like a trap to get them caught.

“I did what I had to do to rid my house of sin and protect my family from those demon whores.” Dom didn't want to think of him as Col’s father but when the man spoke his lover scoffed and stormed back into the bathroom. He hated knowing how much was probably circling his mind.

“Your family? Were they not that?” The woman asked and the brothers laughed.

“Omegas were made as breeding slaves. No more, no less. Adam and Eve were Alpha and Beta. Lilith was the first omega. They're still demons to this day.” Dominic shivered at the vitriol in the man's words. He felt ill and heard his own father's words in his head. His dad was never religious about it but their views were almost the same. The man paused on screen before saying- “They're not family. My only family is my brother.”

“Then why don't you fuck each other instead of letting him rape your kid?!” The shout from Col was a shock after his quiet but in the next moment he threw their toothbrush holder across the room and just missed the TV. It broke against the wall and the pieces disappeared in the carpet. They'd need to vacuum at some point but that wasn't important now. Dom turned the television off and hopped carefully out of bed, trying to decide whether he was supposed to hug him or let him rage.

Kells was panting as he stood in the bathroom door and glared at the black screen. He couldn't look at Dom but when the crash woke his son he couldn't comfort him either. He tilted his head to instruct his mate and thankfully his Alpha got the hint, picking up their boy and trying to soothe him as Colson stalked into his closet. He just needed a moment alone. How the hell could his night go so well and his morning crash down around him so hard? He refused to let his father and uncle set him back, he was doing too well in his life.

Dom shushed their baby and rocked him gently but he paused when there was a knock on their bedroom door. It swung open before he could say anything and Collette was there with tears in her eyes. He took a breath and gestured to the closet before he left them alone to bond. He hoped this helped them make up after all she lied about but there was a chance she'd get thrown out. He took Punk to the living room where Blain was just waking up and Travis, Mod, and Tom were whispering together. He wasn't daft, they'd obviously all seen it and the only one in the dark was their other son. He didn't want him scared though so he sat next to the boy and sighed. He didn't know how to explain why his mate broke something. He was sure the smashed ceramic had jolted the kid awake.

“Is he okay?” Travis asked as he sat on the other sofa and Dom shook his head with a small shrug. He wasn't sure how to answer. The other Alpha was angry too, his eyes crimson, but he was obviously trying to control himself to help the family. The poor bloke wasn't in the best shape anyway. He was still finding his strength after his coma. “I don't know if they're in town but I think you and I should have a father-in-law and son bonding trip.”

Dom couldn't say that sounded bad but he could feel Blain's worry. “Did summat happen?” The kid yawned.

“Collette’s ex and his brother went on the news to talk about her and Cols. He called them demons and whores.” Travis explained but it obviously wasn't enough.

“Oh lovely. I been meaning to get some ‘orns. Wait… You mean the uncle who-” Blain cut himself off and Dom realized maybe it was enough to explain. The omega was off the couch and in their room before he could advise against it. He wasn't sure who he was supposed to allow around his mate right now. He just wanted to soothe his son and rewind the day.

The moment Colson saw his mother again some knot of anger towards her in his chest shattered. He saw the tears in her eyes and it broke him too and before he knew it they were hugging and crying in the middle of his closet. He was pissed at his father and uncle for even putting his name in their mouths anymore but it was worse that they knew about his family too. They'd obviously seen his story and were following it. He didn't even want to know what they thought of him having a baby. They shouldn't even be allowed to know.

“I'm so sorry they found us but you have to know Travis and I would never let them near you.” His mom soothed and he almost laughed, he was about to promise the same to her.

“Mom, I'm not a kid anymore. I can protect myself. Dom would have their eyes before they could even look at us wrong, let's be real.” He chuckled wetly.

“If he don't, I will.” A soft voice sounded from the door and Kells tried to wipe his cheeks before Blain noticed him crying. “I'm sorry, I shouldn't ‘ave interrupted but I were worried.”

“Nah kid, come on in. I'm sure there's a joke in here somewhere. Three blonde omegas walk into a closet…” Col tried to tease but his adoptive son just wrapped himself around his chest and hugged him tight. He let himself bury his nose in the kid's hair and breathed him deep. He truly smelled like family already. Comforting. Peaceful.

“I'll kill them for you. I won't let them near either of yas or Punk.” The young omega vowed and it broke Colson's heart because he wanted his children to feel protected, not protective- but he felt loved either way.

“We can't kill anyone right now. Not with the DA trying to pull this apology shit. They probably think we'll slip up thinking we aren't being watched so close. I need you to be even more careful now, okay?” He asked and the boy nodded as he stepped back. “Besides, you don't have to kill for me, we've got an attack dog.” He tried to lighten the mood.

“Ya mean the kicked puppy pouting on the couch?”

“Shit that's my fault. I basically kicked him out walking in here like I knew best. He's a good boy to give us a minute.” Collette smiled.

“Yeah well, I think he's terrified of omegas on principle. He's probably scared of me… I fucked up bad.” Kells admitted softly. Of course Dom ran off after he threw something, he'd hit his partner too recently for him to feel safe with Col’s anger. Still he'd looked at him like he'd have stayed if the omega had asked. Perfect fucking psycho.

“I'm sure whatever it is he's not scared of you. You boys love each other.” His mother soothed but Blain gave him a gentle look as if he knew. He probably did.

“He was shaking but he's probably jus’ angry. Throwing summat ain't like you hit him.” The Brit sighed but the weight of his gaze told Kells all he needed to know. Their adoptive son knew what he'd done and was keeping an eye out. Part of him was terrified the kid would hate him but Blain was more mature than that. He knew there were nuances to everything but that shouldn't be one. He vowed to start using his words when he fought his mate.

Collette looked between the boys and worried for her son but after a moment they hugged again and Kells waved them both off. He needed to finish getting dressed more than just his shorts and they needed to have a family meeting on what their next steps were. But first… “Can you take Punk and send Dom in?” He asked after them. He needed to apologize and make sure his Alpha was okay.

Dom was quiet until his older son came back and both he and Collette seemed in a better mood. Blain took the baby and pulled him to stand before pushing him in the direction of his room. “Go, mum wants ya.” Hearing him call Colson that always made him feel better but he was still apprehensive as he followed the sounds of his mate getting dressed.

The couple stared at each other when Dom got to their room and closed the door behind him. Neither wanted to say the wrong thing or hurt the other. “I'm sorry if I scared you.” The omega muttered and the killer rushed closer to hold him in his arms.

“Course not. I jus’ didn't know wha' ya needed from me. Now tha’ I know wha’ he looks like I jus’ wanna…” Dom trailed off and growled in his chest until Colson whimpered softly at being squeezed too tight.

“You can't though. We can't do shit and those assholes probably know it. They went on TV to make sure I saw them and the whole fucking world saw them. Now if they wind up dead-” The omega threw up his hands and sat down on the bed behind him as Dom let him go. More than anything he wanted to rewind to the previous night and get lost in his lover again. It was so much better than whatever the fuck was happening.

“Shite ‘appens.”

“No Dom, shite does not happen. You know they're gonna end up on Alpha's Rights channels and who fucking knows what! But no, for now we just have to ignore them. We have to let them do whatever the hell they want and we focus on keeping our family safe. But Tom needs to find out if they're in town.”

“And if they ‘ired me.” He dropped the bomb but when Kells just nodded he realized it wasn't as explosive as he worried. “You already fhought so?”

“Yeah. I figured but we couldn't chase the money back. He's probably already a part of some Alpha's Rights religious bullshit and is using them to hide. Before we met I was in the news a few times for the PR stuff, I went to a few premieres with some singer. He must have seen me on something and looked into mom and I. We figured that's what happened pretty early on.” The boss shrugged. Dom would have appreciated being told but he wouldn't get upset. He just wanted to help in any way he could.

“I wonder if he realizes the man he sent to off yas is your bitch now.” Dom grinned but it was a dark smile. He couldn't help thinking about blood and death, even if he wasn't allowed to play. Yet.

Colson smiled up at his lover and took his hand to pull him closer. As Dom followed he leaned back against the bed and kept his partner hovering close. The Alpha crawled above him, his knees on either side of Col’s hips until he was straddling his omega. “And you're a good bitch for me aren't you?” He purred against his lover's lips. Dom nodded and kissed him gently. They always distracted their darker urges with sex if they had to but their family was right on the other side of the door. They could literally still hear them all talking and the sound of their son getting fussier.

They were both tempted to ignore everything else and fall into each other, it always soothed their fears and calmed their need for causing pain. Sex kept them in check better than anything else could and since they'd just started back it was nearly impossible to say no. “Always ya good bitch.” Dominic sighed, letting his hardening cock press against Col’s. Maybe they were sore in places but definitely not there. Fingers buried in his hair to keep him close and their lips met in a hungry kiss between them.

“Absolutely not. Are you kidding me? We're all out here worried for you lot and you're trying to fuck?” It was Tom of course, the omega knew better than to let anyone else check on them when they were alone. Dom couldn't help but growl softly as he met his brother's gaze over his shoulder.

“Lock the bloody door behind yas.” He huffed but Kells just laughed under him.

“Baby no. Come on, we have shit to do.” It was frustrating for the older man as well but he could wait. He hoped. It gave them something to look forward to and keep their minds from drifting into the deeper darkness while they talked everything out. He couldn't ignore his people anymore, it wouldn't do them any good. In a way his father had just tossed down the gauntlet and he needed to find the perfect gun for a duel. Not that one was coming. Fuck he wasn't allowed to kill anyone was he?

“But-”

“Nope. Get off.”

“Tha's wha' I'm trying to do! Bloody ‘ell.” Dom teased before he nipped his lover's bottom lip. He knew being playful always cheered his partner up. He rolled his eyes as dramatically as possible and crawled off the man to help him up. Tom was giving them his best disappointed glare but it was all teasing. The photographer was happy they were doing better, the week or so after Punk was born everything had been a bit of a mess. It wasn't like he didn't notice the tension between them when it came. He just tried to be a friend to both of them.

“Everyone out. I'll make lunch. The boys are on speaker with Mod.” Tom was good at taking care of everyone but Dom just hoped his mate was ready. He hadn't really taken his role back since their son came.

Colson took a deep breath and tangled his fingers in his Alpha's so they could enter the frenzy together hand in hand. He wasn't scared of his people but there were still nerves in his stomach. The world knew he was an omega and a boss and he felt under a microscope more than ever. He knew that shouldn't bother him as long as his family had his back but was his first act back from his baby break really going to be about his fucking dad? He shouldn't even be boss again yet, he should be hiding away with his partner and child but those bastards had been fucking up his life since day one.

“We've got ‘is.” Dom whispered, squeezing his palm and smiling softly as their eyes met and he knew his psycho was right. He wasn't thirteen and broken anymore. He was quite literally the scariest omega in the world.

“Fuck yeah we do.”

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 if anyone wants tagged let me know 🩷

Oh look the plot started plotting finally! I wonder how long before they interrupt with sex 🤭 I know this was an intense chapter but I think they're getting stronger together. I hope you're all enjoying it still ❤️‍🔥🖤

[velvetsupremacy]

do you have any hcs of abo red velvet?

i can already tell im going to love all your posts 😭🫶

Thank you so much, anon! Hope I’m doing y’all right with my posts!

I don’t write abo usually, but I’ll take a crack at it. These are just rambling thoughts I had at the time I wrote this lol.

I think Irene could be an omega, but she’s mistaken for an alpha a lot because of how she acts. Is all for equality and doesn’t sugarcoat her opinions on the matter when asked. Not really too caught up in mating with an alpha though. She’s mostly seeking a genuine connection! It's hard to find that connection since most people desire an obedient omega. NSFW wise, she could be reallyyyyy needy if she’s with someone. She’s very affectionate and whiny and doesn’t care much for teasing. She just needs to be railed lol. She can get by on her own, but it’s rare when she decides to spend it with someone and even then, it has to be with someone she's in a relationship with.

Contrary to most hcs and fics, I think Seulgi gives off more beta vibes! She’s just kinda chilling between omegas and alphas lol. I think she would have a calming effect for both omegas and alphas. She’s not chasing after the conventions of society. NSFW wise, she’s into everyone kinda like Irene! She doesn’t have heats, but she does have a high sex drive so she knows her way around both an alpha and omega. Loves giving and is only super dominant when her partner requests it.

Wendy is kinda giving me alpha vibes rn??? She’s not cocky or anything, she’s actually really shy and sweet! Society thinks she should hold more power than omegas and betas but she doesn’t see it that way. I think she’d quietly question society more than anything, rather than defy it outright. She prefers omegas but cannot flirt for the love of god lol. In the bedroom, she’s more of a sub and prefers omegas who take control.

Joy would be a beta too and doesn’t give a fuck about conventions, much like Seulgi. She doesn’t hold back giving her true opinions on society and how fucked up it is. She sometimes struggles with her self-image. As for the NSFW part, she enjoys the company of alphas a bit more. Likes having casual relationships and hook-ups and is very switchy in bed. It depends on her partner really.

I think Yeri is an omega and she would enjoy her status (but she does acknowledge the mistreatment)! She’s a hard worker but doesn’t mind if people take some of the load off her. She’s only into alphas but believes every omega should have the choice to live however they please! She loves supporting her omega peers in any way she can! NSFW wise she’s insatiable. She wants a strong alpha to take her however they please and fantasizes about the idea of being someone’s plaything.

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This is a roleplay blog sorta, but I do answer asks ooc on occasion! I try to match the vibe of who's asking :') me and the oc i play are extremely similar anyways <3

Father Adrian Lupine is in his mid 20’s, average height, and fat. He has curly, wavy red hair that reaches the top of his collar, and soft features: brown doe-eyes with long lashes, a round jawline, a button nose, and full lips with a defined cupid’s bow. He has square glasses. He’s a little (a lot) insecure about his looks, his weight and ‘soft-ness’ in particular. If he were completely honest with himself, he really doesn’t mind being ‘pretty’ instead of ‘handsome’ (though he wouldn’t describe himself as either,) but he was teased mercilessly for it when he was younger, by his peers and his parents.

Adrian is bisexual, with a slight preference for men or masc people, and has known since he was 14. He also grew up Catholic, and knew to keep his mouth shut about it. He is completely in denial about being anything other than a cis man, but is still very respectful of other people's identities.

Adrian is mostly submissive and a bottom, but can be persuaded to dom/top, and is secretly very kinky for a priest. He might not have much or any practical experience, but he does have an internet connection and fantasizes a lot. 

Adrian is outwardly very friendly and polite, soft-spoken and kind. Inwardly, he’s anxious and lonely, feeling stifled by the collar while being terrified to lose the stability priesthood offers. He is very aware of the reputation of the Church, and notices who shies away from him when he’s wearing the collar. He knows there’s nothing he himself can do about that, but he goes out of his way to be as polite as possible in public, finding small ways to make sure people know he’s not ‘like that’, that he won’t berate others for not being a part of his religion. It’s really only on very rare occasion, usually alone, late at night, and post bottle of wine, that he allows himself to wonder why he became a priest knowing full well what the church is like. 

Recently graduated from seminary and moved to St. Sebastian Roman Catholic Church about a year and a half ago, but much of that first year was spent not holding mass. Instead it was spent renovating the church, which had sat empty for almost a decade. The building itself was quite grand back in the day, but the town it’s in has seen slight decline in recent decades, and after the last priest died it wasn’t a priority to keep it updated. Adrian secretly suspects the diocese put him here specifically to get him out of the way after being a little too open with ‘constructive criticism’ of the Church while in seminary. St. Sebastian is a very quiet parish, not a lot of catholics left in town these days, and Adrian is doing his best to make his church useful in ways that aren’t strictly religious: community food gardens, charity drives, movie nights, anything he can to build his reputation with the community. It’s a shame he has secrets that leave him afraid to let anyone get too close, lest he get reported to the diocese. 

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AU's: Adrian is a human cis man by default, but if you want to rp with him in any au’s just let me know! The main two options are transmasc and/or werewolf, but im down for just about anything. put this man in situations ;)

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The person behind the blog is 25, transmasc, bisexual, and I am definitely not catholic. You can call me Wolf, just put ooc in an ask if you want to ask me something. I will probably get something about being a priest wrong but this is a smut blog so is it really that deep?

This is a sideblog! I won’t be able to follow you back, or send asks.💔

[toomanyroleplays]

Hey Gang

So to say the least I am ever so bored and looking to get some new roleplays up and running. First off the very most important thing to know about me is I'm 25 coming to you from the Cringy One Direction Roleplay era. So please please please be at least 18 but I would prefer 20 and up in a perfect world. I ONLY write on Discord in the third person. My minimum is two paragraphs and my max well she's all over the place typically around five paragraphs. I'm ghost and cringe-friendly. I love building playlists and interest boards for RPs and world-building and just all the OOC chit-chat you could dream of. I'm looking for romance and if all parties are comfy some spice in the plot along with everything else we could ever dream up within reason. I'm open to writing all pairing types and OCxCC or CCxCC but no OCxOC sorry! But I double! :) Fandoms and a little more about what I'm looking for in each one. Marvel/MCU/Comics: I am a die-hard Phlint shipper and I am always down to write them. I have hardcore missed this pair so damn much since Omegle left us. There are other canon ships I'm down to write as well the list is hella long and fluctuates with my mood so please ask and I'll happily supply you with that list and whom I write. I am also always down to write OCxCC for Marvel. I'm open to ABO and BDSM AU's in this fandom as well. Hobbit: I've kinda got a half assed OC/fan species idea but like fuck if I know. So like while I wanna say I would be down to write OCxCC I'm probably gonna lean towards CCxCC but you never know I might be in the mood to bust that sucker out. I'm all for Thilbo always have been. Have you read An Unexpected Addition by karategal on AO3? I've basically taken it as canon now. Anywho other ships also include Dworin, Dwori, and Boffins. WWE It's cringe I know but shit dude I love that silly wrestling. Ask me about it in the DM's if you're interested. We can work literally anything out. I love it all. Criminal Minds bring on the OCxCC or CCxCC would love to do a Marvel CCxCC crossover though I could be talked into an OCxCC cross over. Ships I kinda love em all for the sake of not making this post any longer I'll put in my top four but feel free to ask about others. Hotchgan, Demily, Morcia and Moreid Harry Potter Golden Trio I'm looking for OCxCC please don't ask me to play Voldy or like any Malfoy. Characters are 18+ so no Hogwarts sorry fam. Uh plots all I can say is buckle up I'm a little bit of a goblin. Marauders era OCxCC or CCxCC looking for alternate war endings. Rare pairs, and heavy world-building. Please do not ask me to write snape I can't go there.

Ok OK so last one and like this shit is hella specific so don't mind me I'm just being hopeful. Percy Jackson (TV series) I read book one years ago gonna start a read-through soon. I am Specifically looking for an AresxF OC of mine. I'm hoping to find someone flexible and willing to help me make sense of this cracked-out plot I've had bouncing around in my brain for weeks.

If any of this interests you please feel free to shoot me a message on Discord or interact with the post and I'll reach out.

pythonsmonty

[msfcatlover]

I am never not thinking about my personal AUs. Which will probably never see the light of day, unless you ask me about them or I boil over into a handful of concept/rant posts to huck into the void like so many frisbees.

Please, ask me about my AUs.

Current AU brainworms (almost all batfam):

The Reverse!Robins AU, featuring Duke as the eldest, Nightwing!Damian, Oracle!Tim, Steph as the Red Hood figure, Jason getting the Red Robin arc, and Dick as Batman!Cass’s sidekick.

The Magnus Archives universe fusion, where almost the entire family are Avatars. Focuses more on the fun slice-of-life silliness of being a bunch of eldritch fear-eating monsters than the Horrors(TM), but also body horror & nightmare fuel are fun.

Low-fantasy Urban Fantasy AU. Supernatural entities are exceptionally rare, and that is why almost nobody in the family is one. Gotham itself is semi-sentient, the Wayne bloodline has a Fisher King style cursed-bond to the city, Dick is highly magic-sensitive, Jason comes back as a Revenant, Tim is a changeling.

Monster Batkids AU, aka “Every monster can’t be your son.” Dick is a living doll, Jason’s a gargoyle grotesque, Tim is a ghost echo, Steph is a dullahan (zombie edition), Cass is a homunculus. Bruce, Alfred, & Babs are still exceptionally talented humans. Damian’s a genetically-tweaked clone, which means he’s kinda straddling the line between the two groups.

Changeling!Jason. Catherine Todd had a little boy with eyes that sparkled like sapphires. Bruce Wayne took in a homeless boy with eyes like soft grey river-stones. They have the same Name, but they are not the same child.

De-aged RH. Jason made it all the way back to Gotham, but never kicked off his big comeback plan. Dick Grayson opens his door to find a very irritable 13yr old version of his dead little brother telling Dick that he’s been cursed & doesn’t remember anything.

De-aged Robins. Dick, Tim, Steph, & Cass went to bust a villain operation a few days ago before going completely dark. Jason kicks the door down, clears out the place, and finds four very fighty 10yr olds in need of rescue.

“If Worst Comes to Worst,” aka the time-travel AU. Robin lived long enough to see the entire family fall. Robin lived long enough to see the world, for all intents & purposes, end. Robin held the line for as long as possible, and when that line reached its end, Robin faced it on their own terms. Robin woke up again on the day Jason Todd was supposed to meet Bruce Wayne, and swore to fix everything that went wrong. The problem? There are 5 different Robins, from 5 very different apocalypses, with 5 very different sets of trauma responses, and 5 very different plans to save the world.

“Perchance to Dream (2, Batbros Boogaloo),” aka “Hey, what if that one episode, but Jason’s the one in the machine & Dick gets halfway stuck in there too while trying to rescue him, basically ending up an intangible, invisible specter in Jason’s dream?”

Talon!Jason. Shiela Haywood did not sell her son out to the Joker. The Court wasn’t happy to find themselves with the wrong Robin, but they made do. Five years later…

Talon!Dick. In which I say, “Hey, you know what there’s not enough of? Fics where Talon!Dick meets Street-kid!Jason, and they both go, ‘Oh, this loser definitely won’t survive on his own! Guess I have to adopt him now.’”

Platonic!ABO. Which is to say, a setting with the usual social & biological rules expected of A/B/O stories, but without any sex or romance. Because I have discovered that the found family hits extra hard, the sick fics are basically therapeutic for me, and I wanted to play with the family dynamics I kept seeing in other Platonic!ABO Batfam fics.

NTT coping. Please, ask me about all the brotherly bonding Dick & Jason could’ve had back in the 80s. I have many thoughts.

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The Magnus Archives:

Archivist!Tim. Yes, seriously. Sick of this only showing up in crackfics, give Tim the respect (trauma) he deserves (desperately doesn’t)! (please, I have like 4 seasons outlined, please)

De-aged Archivist. Late s3, Jon gets turned back to his childhood self in both body & mind. It seems like it’ll likely wear off on its own, but in the meantime there is a child in the archives and nobody really knows what to do about that.

______________________________________________________________ Slay the Princess:

Slay the Monster. Death isn’t change, Death is stillness & stagnation. The construct is not frozen, it’s alive & ever-shifting. There’s a monster in the basement, and on a path in the woods there is a princess. She’s here to slay him.

Original Routes: The Dancer & The Dream (art)

[acacia-may]

🍍

Thank you so much for the ask, friend! (I've collected all of the fruits but one now (I think?)! Yay!! 🥰)

🍍 What kind of AUs do you like? Are there any AUs you hate or just generally have beef with?

Since my favorite genre is Slice of Life, I don't write a lot of AUs so I'm not sure I have a favorite...🤔

I like to play with Fairy Tale/Myth AUs sometimes. I've written a HanaNene (TBHK) Hades & Persephone inspired AU and had a lot of fun with a Sunfish (OMORI) Mermaid AU (but both of those were written for ship weeks so I'm not sure I would've written them on my own). I also have wips of Black Clover AUs inspired by Princess and the Pea, Rapunzel, and Beauty and the Beast but I never finished or posted any of those.

I think the AUs I've written the most are "Everyone Lives" or "[Insert Character Here] Lives" AUs, and those are nice and can sometimes be interesting and/or cathartic! 💖 I have also surprisingly written quite a few "marriage of convenience" AUs (most of which were never finished or posted) which is honestly really surprising to me given how rarely I write anything romance related. (I'm not sure what my penchant for writing that type of AU is all about though lol 😅).

In terms of AUs I don't particularly care for, I don't vibe with abo or any hardcore horror/gore AUs.

[larryyouknow]

Snippet

I was tagged by @greenblueish who are working on their abo and decided to share a snippet from my wip too.

I haven’t been excited for a story in a long time. But I’m all worked up about this one I’m writing for @1dhistoricalficfest. I might change it because you know… reasons. So why not to share. (It’s unedited so excuse mistakes).

Louis gave him a mischievous look, “So, you still want to paint me?”

Louis' directness caught him off guard. He was a renowned painter, a respected man, rarely being asked anything with such boldness. But in the presence of this young man he was losing his ground and his confidence, as if he was ashamed or worried of being exposed as an imposter. “I want to paint Saint Sebastian.”

“Do you think I’m him?” Louis glared back at him, having his suspicions.

Harry scoffed, amused at the nonsensical claim. “I don’t believe in reincarnation.”

An adorable giggle slipped from Louis’ lips as he adjusted himself on the stool in the middle of the room.

Harry wondered aloud, “Are you always so difficult?”

Louis didn’t reply, instead he posed.

“You’ve never posed as a model, have you?”

“What gave me away?”

“Your pose,” Harry said truthfully. “And when I think about it now, you left when you saw my studio full of my pupils and servants… that should be a hint for me as well.”

“You asked me to strip like you were asking for another cup of wine.” Louis reproached him.

“That’s how it works.” Harry defended himself. “And I don’t drink. I spent hours drawing from live models. That’s my process of creation, soaking in the shapes, composition, light… perspective. When observing women who serve me as models,” his speech stuttered, “I never want to be alone, or hidden. I have no interest in scandals, but in art. There are hundreds of curious eyes watching my comings and goings. They would love to witness me stumble. But there is some dignity attached to my profession and I'm not going up in flames for some licentious woman who wants to be wedded to the first man with doubloons in the pocket. I'm not interested in that.”

“Do you observe men too?” Louis asked timidly.

“Sometimes,” Harry admitted.

“I prefer this place to your studio. I don’t want to be on display for others but you.” Louis changed the topic.

“But you’re my subject.” Harry tried to make it clear. “When I paint you, everyone will see.”

“I thought you were painting Sebastian, not me.”

My dear writers, do you wanna post your snippet? @boosbabycakes28 @jacaranda-bloom @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed @zanniscaramouche @alwaysxlarrie @lululawrence @allwaswell16 @faithinwalls369 or anyone who’s writing and want to share.

[anamazingangie]

20 questions for fic writers

no one tagged me i just wanted to do this. idk who came up with it.

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 75

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 641,881 

3. What fandoms do you write for? HotD– Daemyra [sometimes + other characters for SPICE], S&B—Darklina

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Significance 

Premium

the end of a dance and the beginning of something better 

a prince is born 

Anything 

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I *try* to. But if i’m responding i’m not writing, and if I have comments to respond to, it’s probably because the writing muses have been kind to me, and I would rather take advantage of that while it lasts. And then they pile up and it’s been so long it feels rude to reply? Idk. It’s hard to explain but I do 100% read and love every comment I get and they motivate me SO much!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

All Dragons go to Heaven, by far—it’s my only fic that follows canon events in terms of timeline/character death.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I think except for a select few, all my fics have happy endings. ‘Getting Lucky ’ comes to mind because it’s pretty feel good all the way along—’magically meant to be ’ and ‘a princess and a painter’ have happy endings but some angst at the start!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Very rarely—a lot less than I expected tbh, given what I write lol! 

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Uh. All of it? Like seriously, I’ve done 30+ kink prompts this month alone. I’d say my ‘staples’ are size kink, overstimulation, and unprotected sex. M/M/F threesomes have sort of become a thing with me too. But I’ve done a bit of everything — ABO, M/M, anal, lactation kink, necro, ovi, etc. 

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I’ve done crossovers in that one story is retold with different characters (cinderalla inspired, hades and persephone inspired, romeo and juliet, etc.) but I’ve never had characters from two different fandoms in one fic.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that i’m aware of. 

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that i’m aware of—i’ve given people permission, though, so maybe?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I like to think i’ve INSPIRED a few fics before but that is closest i’ve gotten. I would love to do an event where lots of people contribute to a single story, though.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Writing? Daemyra is my <3 But  I probably read more Darklina fic than any other. Also a Dramione & Zutara girlie. 

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

All of them? Kidding. Kind of. My writing inspiration and speed is very fickle, I can write 10k words one day and not type a single thing for the following three weeks. So unless something is fully pre-written when I start to post it, I’m not very confident about it ever getting finished. 

BUT that being said, I don’t have any fics that I don’t want to finish or plan to abandon. It is just a matter of time/inspiration/motivation. 

The one that seems least likely tho is ‘a prince is born’ simply because the established timeline doesn’t really make sense so it basically has to be fully rewritten and right now that sounds very Not Fun compared to literally everything else i’m working on.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Hmm, maybe variety? I feel like I’m good at exploring the same characters and relationship dynamics no matter the time period or circumstances. And maybe smut? Idk. I’m a very weak person so this is hard to answer. 

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Ahh this one I can answer: Planning. Structure. Timelines. Consistency. Spelling. Punctuation. Impulsively starting new things and ignoring WIPs.  

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Not really interested in it. I have enough trouble with english. 

19. First fandom you wrote for?

HotD/Daemyra

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I can’t pick because my work is super self indulgent so I like a lot of them for different reasons. 

Here are five,

deliciae

Three Heads of the Dragon 

gifts from the grave 

Consummation

the dragon king 

I’m tagging : @luthien-under-bough, @calenlily, @ar-feyniel

(if they haven’t already done it)

[ronni-right]

Favorite of what? 😊 What are your thoughts on your wolf abo Daemyra?

Favorite of all Daemyra ideas I posted :)

Regarding Wolf ABO I really have like zero ideas.

But I believe it has potential in the right hands. Mostly I think it's modern AU, with HOTD houses being packs of werewolves, but packs have the Royalty too, the main pack, and it's Targaryens. They are a ruling pack with a council that consist of members of different werewolves packs.  

And Targaryens are a large pack, with everyone mostly alive ( like King Jaehaerys, Queen Alysanne, their kids). Incest is still okay with Targaryens, because they blood has more magic, but packs try to mingle more with other packs. 

Imprinting is an important part of werewolves, and it happens after presenting as Alpha/Omega/Beta. The number of Alphas isn’t high, Betas are the most part of the population, but Omegas are rare. 

Daemon is Alpha of course, he is the biggest wolf in his wolf form and he is powerful. He is Rogue of course, wreaking havoc mostly. Sometimes he is more of a wolf than a man. 

Pack has different feelings with him Imprinted on Rhaenyra the day she is born. But of course they can’t do anything about it. 

I think Otto, the Jaehaerys’s advisor, has some evil plans of course. 

Other than all I stated above, I don’t have more ideas.

[romilly-jay]

Didn't QUITE make the landing (for me): what's that about?

***spoilers***

Last post was about a movie that hinged around a Seeing My Best Friend With Fresh Eyes story arc (and had fun pushing the edges/ expectations for the New Best Friend But He's Gay bonus plotline).

This is also a Finding Her Way Back To Her Best Friend which - *for me, mind!* - started really well and ended pretty well and went wonky at the two thirds mark (but top marks for sticking to the plot logics).

Another similarity? The lead female actor wrote the script. (Okay, for the other movie, it was the lead female actor as co-writer and perhaps this is the kind of thing that benefits from a writing partnership? That call to tread the line between ludicrous and heart-warming. Always a balance. So hard to stay exactly on target.)

Things I particularly liked - that the female MC's business WASN'T failing, at least, not until AFTER she committed to some of the madness of the Chase The Exposure plot - and that she at one point has a moment of realisation: What am I doing? We were okay - why am I risking everything for this mad possible step up??

And, given the kind of movie we're in, it's both inevitable and also pleasing that everything comes round in the end.

Actually, scratch that - really pleasing that this movie serves a HEA without requiring the female lead to give up her Silly Little Notions of self-sufficiency. [Yay for a female writer i.e. a writer who empathises with the female MC's desire to be a rounded, independent person i.e. a writer who has more respect than that for the character!}

The other thing I like is that the male MC is - and remains - a Didn't Make It Yet musician whose main gig is as a wedding singer. She's an ordinary person (admittedly with a Special Gift she's temporarily refusing to listen to, which seems... illogical...) and - so is he. <3 <3

Things that pleased me less - the Big City girl being all like Use Your Gift for me oh but get me THAT guy specifically (i.e. don't use your gift the way it's supposed to be used) and she's like NO PROBLEM.

And - the feeding lines to her Magazine client to help her catch the former best friend / obviously supposed to be HER love interest. NO.

And - they drifted apart. Like, okay, but he's loved you for years. Surely, without some Incident he would at least remember to email?

Re movie production co -

This one actually IS Hallmark - I rarely get to see these due to being Too Mean To Subscribe Directly - but apparently Amazon Prime is more inclined to buy in from Hallmark these days, so *shrug*?

[In the past, most of them seemed to be - Reel One - which, by the way, I didn't hate but were reliably teeny tiny of budget and thus struggling every time they couldn't avoid shooting a "crowd" scene.]

More importantly - look at that MOON. The huge, dreamy, slightly apricot-tinged full moon that's painted into the titles - from the colour (which of course is faked/enhanced as needed) it super reminds me of the way the full moon looks whenever it's rising over the sea and not yet very high above the horizon. Exaggeratedly large and often a fake-looking peach tinge to the disc and the light trail.

I went off idly looking for content about how much poets love writing about the moon (seemed to be a Thing from when I was writing quite a bit of poetry and in the rounds of submitting to online journals).

Didn't really find anything - there was a Too Serious analysis of Walt Whitman on the American Academy poetry site and a subscriber-only Medium essay - and I was genuinely a little surprised that I wasn't INUNDATED by poet moon takes and bad poetry moon jokes.

What I did find, instead, and thought was super cute (if perhaps unlikely to lead to v successful poems??) was the following guide to writing astronomically accurate moon haikus. Thank you, NASA <3.

By contrast, someone who did both astrophysics and poetry extremely well was the physics prodigy Rebecca Elson - who I came to know about originally through The Marginalian and I'm delighted to see that an extract of one of her poems being read, and by Patti Smith no less, is still available on their website - from a 2022 event.

PS lowering the tone but when I was going through some old screengrabs, I found this one, which - I guess - could be positioned as "poet moon obsession critique"??

PPS not a moon poem, rather a moon joke - but a good one IMO:

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Stranger Tides

⚔️ All Previous Parts Here ⚔️

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO (knots, slick, mpreg), Viking/god Col, fae Dom, plot heavy chapter, PTSD, scared Dom, angry Col, fighting, threats, Dom passing out, new characters causing trouble, family drama, talks of kidnapping, breastfeeding, Col feeling awkward, protective boys ☠️ rating: mature ☠️ shared ideas by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

It had been a few weeks since the babes had been born and Dom had never been so happy and so exhausted at the same time. He'd barely slept in weeks, the feeding schedule of one pup was rough but four? Thankfully it was rare they all needed it at once but still he was starting to feel desperate for his best friend to be able to be his wet nurse. He was quite sure it had gotten bad enough that his husband had 'boy talked' his cousin into trying to jump start the process. He felt badly for intruding on the bedroom activities of his kin but… sometimes it couldn't be helped.

He felt something tug the bottom of his skirt where he sat on their bed and he huffed softly. "Ciarán, shouldn't you be 'unting wiv ya daidí?" He asked as he glanced down to see their little wolf. They were worried of course- he'd been stuck for almost a month in that form. They'd tried begging, they'd tried magic, they'd tried bargaining even but they didn't know why he stayed. Eventually Kol started shifting and trying to teach him the way of it but when he looked inside the boy's mind it seemed it came from wanting to protect his siblings. They hoped he would change back when he realized they were safe but in the meantime Dom missed his sweet little one's bouncy blonde curls and happy giggle.

The pup started to give him a playful growl and play tug-of-war with his skirt but the siren didn't know how to easily follow him. He'd barely left their hut since he whelped, the children needed him close. Perhaps he was still terrified, Megna and her helpers were still out there somewhere. He just didn't want to risk anything. Perhaps there were a few reasons he wasn't sleeping. When Ciarán wouldn't stop he sighed and looked over the small nest of sleeping babes. For once he had a moment to breathe and perhaps… "Fine. Wha' do you want to show mumma?" He stood on tired legs and let the dandelion wolf lead him past their door. When the light hit his eyes he blinked fast and tried to shield himself with his hand. He wasn't used to it anymore.

The further his son lead him the more he worried but he passed his kin who gave him a wink and when he looked behind him he saw the selkie slip into his bedroom to keep the children safe. He was starting to think he'd been set up to be quite honest. "You and ya dad up to summat yeah?" He wondered but of course the pup just yipped around his mouthful and kept on. He thought they were headed in the direction of the bath but before they could get close he felt something… strange. His feet crunched the leaves underfoot but there didn't seem to be any other sound in the forest. "Cia, stop." He huffed, leaning down to pick up the squirming wolf. He knew the boy was excited to do the job he was assigned but he needed him close to run if needed. There was someone watching and it didn't feel like the eyes of his master.

"I mean you no harm." And there it was- a voice he didn't recognize. He hugged his son closer and tried to stand tall but it was hard when he was only wearing a wrap skirt and was still nervous for his post baby belly. "I swear it." The voice came again. The accent felt like something he'd hear around their home with a slightly different inflection- a viking but not one of theirs.

"Not showing ya'self makes me wonder about tha'." He tried to test the waters and the stranger laughed. He had always been a sarcastic ass, it was something Kol'son loved about him but not many others ever had. Technically even as the queen or what have you of the tribe, as an omega he could be punished if he mouthed off to the wrong person. Too bad he didn't give a fuck and he had a mate who would eat someone for getting too close.

"I apologize. Seeing such a pup I assumed the pack might be near. I was only being careful. May I ask how you domesticated him?"

"You may not. The pack is close. I'd recommend being careful. 'Is da- 'Is father don't like strangers close. Who are you." It wasn't a question, he tried to keep his voice steady and command the man. He kept himself from even hinting he knew another language though he was sure the fucker could tell his accent wasn't right for the land.

He could feel his heart in his throat, it was pounding and trying to choke him. Gods- how was this happening? Where was his mate? Cia whimpered and licked his cheek, trying to soothe him. After a beat the stranger stepped out of the tree line, a dark cloak over his pale skin. He could see a peek of golden blonde hair around his shoulders and he tried not to take a step back as the scent of the stranger washed over him. He was magic, that was certain, but not one Dom had actually met. He was the kind of fae that they told children to obey or they would become. He was undead.

The vampire smiled, his fangs on display as he gave the siren a wave. "I apologize, new mother's always seem disturbed by my scent. I don't mean to offend. I can not help what I am." Dom nodded, he felt bad for a moment because he knew he'd made a face before he remembered this fae was trespassing and he was alone with him. It didn't matter if he was offended by something. He pressed his nose against his pup and took a deep breath, messy wolf was better than death. The vampire smelled of deep earth and old leaves in the rain. It was a musk that clung to the skin like smoke. He didn't used to mind it but as he said, new mother's had a different instinct.

"Wait 'ow did you-"

The newcomer chuckled, the sound was rich and tried to rest on his skin but he was a siren and seduction like that didn't work on him. "I mean no offense when I say it's obvious. Your form is beautiful but telling. Though I suppose it's not your first?" He asked, looking to the wolf. Shite, how much could this man just tell? "My name is Eric. I come from the north."

"Dom. I'm mate to the chieftain of 'is land. Why do you come?" He asked, trying to keep them on track as he sent a mental pulse out for his mate.

"I'm traveling. Just passing through. I'm trying to find a new place to call home. Worry not, I didn't stop for dinner. I just found myself tired." The vampire grinned like any of that was supposed to calm him. The man was charming and beautiful but not that beautiful. If he thought he could seduce Dom he really didn't understand who his husband was. But by the sound of running paws, he was about to.

Eric didn't even have time to brace but Dom was surprised when he didn't have to, instead of the wolf Kol obviously had just been, it was his man who walked up behind him and curled an arm around his shoulders. "My queen. You were late to our meeting place so I came to see why our pup had led you off course. Who the fuck is this?"

The Viking didn't like anyone near his half naked wife but a stranger? Before either of them could answer he'd moved, a vision of blurred speed as he crossed those few feet and slammed the newcomer against the ground with his claws around his throat. "How welcoming your clan is. As I was telling Damhnaic, I was simply wandering through. I will be gone before long."

Kol caught his lover gasp before a whisper floated through his mind and he repeated the selkie's words aloud. "Liar. How do you know his name?"

Eric smiled until he laughed, a choked noise but he gave the god above him a wink. "Tighter chieftain. You seem like a tease." Kol answered by gripping his neck and slamming his head against the ground. "Mmm fuck- if I'd known you'd play like this I wouldn't have asked for coin taking this job." The leader's brows furrowed and he let go, kneeling back as the vampire sat up. "Prince, your parents say hello. They heard of your growing family and wished to see how they fare. Do I scent more than one omega?" Kol'son heard the yip and he moved so quickly but he still wasn't fast enough to catch his wife as the boy passed out. He'd just been trying to get his dick wet that morning, it was looking more and more like instead it might be his fangs.

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Dom woke to the sound of a crying baby. Obviously it was his but he also caught hushed whispered fighting just outside his door and as his day came back to him he sat up far too fast. "Settle. Here. Here's Ronan." The soothing words weren't spoken by his lover but by Modig and he huffed as he got himself settled against the headboard. It didn't matter if he was dizzy and frightened and still working through what happened, he had to be a mother first. The little omega was almost red he was crying so hard and the siren sighed as he got the boy pressed against his chest to feed. It took a moment still, the pup was upset and probably feeling his own nerves but after a moment the tiny pout curled around his nipple and the whimpers quieted enough he could take in what was happening.

The halfling sat next to him and Dom was surprised that he was who was left to watch him and the kids. So that was Tom's voice he heard outside with his husband and the stranger. He wasn't surprised though, once a bodyguard always a bodyguard- pregnancy or no. "Sorry you have to wake up to me." The nymph teased, making a silly face that warmed Dom's heart enough he smiled. His heart was in his throat and his stomach was in knots but it reminded him how many people cared for him now. His parents could do nothing against a god and an army of fae… right?

"They want RoRo." He sighed softly, looking down at the sweet beautiful face. He didn't know how he knew and he didn't think Ronan was their only omega but… he was just so much a copy of Dom he just knew. They heard of his family somehow and waited for a new sacrifice.

"They can fucking try. No one's laying a hand on our babies." Mod answered simply with more conviction than Dom could muster. He could feel there was more to the story but he was so focused on protecting his pack that nothing else was filtering through his mind. "Chief and Tom and dealing with the guy. It genuinely seems like he's just a hired spy. He said if we pay him more he won't go back. I don't know if Kol will go for it but… I think Eric took a liking to him." Mod smirked, trying not to laugh in such a serious situation but it was hilarious to him watching his cousin have to be political while being hit on by someone who was just as much a man as him. That wasn't to say he thought Dom was less of one- he didn't have the same thoughts as his kin, but he knew Kol'son saw omegas that way. He couldn't help it. Dom was his wife and since Tom came out he treated him nicer. Gentler. Having a fellow Viking coming onto him so intensely was obviously strange for the god.

Dom fought back a growl, he didn't want to scare his babe but he didn't like that someone was pawing at his mate. Especially not someone sent by his parents. Gods… how had they found out? He looked around the room, checking on his sleeping pups and cuddling his son closer before he did something he probably shouldn't, but he had questions. "Kol! Bring 'im 'ere!"

Kol'son startled at the sound of his wife's voice. He was surprised to hear him up after fainting but he was glad to know he was okay at least. The command worried him but… so far he didn't feel threatened by the newcomer. The scent he put off was strange, sure, he seemed a darker kind of magic than any of them, but he was oddly nice. He explained he was hired by the royal family that lived near him, he wasn't a fan of them but he often took coin or power where he could. He explained he only stayed where did because it was safer. He'd been from a strong clan but after becoming undead... But he wouldn't tell everything. It didn't sound like he actually wanted to bring Dom back, if anything he seemed impressed by the prince running away but payment was payment and if they could offer more he might switch sides. It seemed he wanted to, or perhaps he wanted Kol to. He'd been making the leader increasingly uncomfortable but he was trying to be nice. Well, after nearly ripping his throat out.

Tom sighed, throwing up his hands. He was frustrated with the stranger but he wasn't getting the worst vibes and as much as he hated it, the choice was Dom's. He pushed his hair back and made his way into the hut, taking a seat by his mate to shield the babes from the vampire. He knew it was partially his thoughts on the undead that was making him skeptical but it was hard to undo so much teaching. They weren't accepted by other fae but… neither were halflings and he was in love with one. He was trying to adjust. "How do you feel?" He tried to check in with his best friend but the boy was glaring. It was a silly contrast to the babe feeding at his chest but Dom was full of juxtapositions.

Kol'son rolled his eyes and pushed the door further open, when Eric smiled and started to stalk inside he grabbed him around the throat and pulled him close. "You even breathe wrong around my family and I end you. Do you understand?" Perhaps he wasn't made to be political… He was co-chief for a reason, he wasn't exactly a people person.

Eric smiled wider, his own fangs on display- sharp and sparkling. His blue eyes caught the waning light and for just a moment he looked… real. As if he let his mask down. "I wouldn't hurt a young mother or children. Even I have standards."

Kol tried to search his mind but it was a strange place and after a moment he nodded, letting him go. They entered the room together and his nerves relaxed at the sight of his wife and child. He wanted to curl around the boy and take his time taking him apart. He'd had plans that morning that fell through and he hadn't found time with his lover in too long. He'd much rather be taking care of him than dealing with strangers.

Dom was proud of Kol when he stood back and let him take charge of the moment. His husband might be a brute for so many things but he respected the selkie to be an equal with things like that. It was Dom's family causing trouble so it was his place to deal with if he wished. "Eric. Tell me wha' 'appened please?"

The Viking arched a brow and looked between them. He wanted to help, he still remembered hearing of the boy escaping and how incredible he'd thought that was. He loved a rebel but… "My loyalty is to myself. I need something from you."

Dom's gaze flicked to his mate and the man shrugged. When he glanced back at the vampire he knew what he needed to say, he just didn't like it. Ronan made a soft noise and he rocked him gently before sighing. "I know me parents riches, I know we can't pay ya more but… if you 'elp us… a siren and a god will owe you a favor." Mod and Tom scoffed, they knew what it was for a fae to promise a favor. It was a dangerous game he was playing but he had to.

Eric took a moment to think before he dropped to his knee and bowed to Dom, beaming up at him. "Then I am at your service prince Damhnaic. And I may tell you. Your parents were told of your family by a girl who escaped your land. It seemed she had a vendetta against you strong enough to summon a god. Your god. Your family believes you were stolen by this clan and wishes payment."

Dom huffed, his heart thundering in his chest but it was Kol who went dizzy with rage. "I didn't fucking steal you! What do they even want?" He was disgusted by the thought that they assumed Dom was kidnapped but they didn't want him back, they probably thought him ruined now that he was mated. They just wanted payment?

"If you have an omega they wish for them. A trade I suppose." Eric explained what Dom already knew.

Kol refused. He looked at his baby falling asleep on Dom's chest and he refused. Of course he did. He would go to war for his family. "Wait- they found out because… but how-"

"Megna." The siren growled. "She slaughtered her own family to summon a god. If we war with 'em They come too. Are you ready to face Áine?" The moment the name was out of his mouth Dom felt cold. He couldn't believe he would have to deal with everything he thought he ran from.

"They can't have our kids Dom. They can try me." Kol'son growled back. He wasn't angry at his wife, he knew he was just trying to explain what it meant if they didn't give in. He welcomed a fight though, perhaps he'd been peaceful too long.

"I know daidí. I know." Dom soothed and they shared a smile. No matter what was happening they were on the same page and they had not just each other but a family and an army behind them. They hoped it wouldn't come to that but no one would take their children. No one.

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So this was a plot heavy chapter but there will still be fluff and smut to come don't worry! Not everything is angst in this instalment, I promise. They might face a lot but they're together. It won't be as intense I hope. I hope you liked it! 🖤☠️