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[the-witchhunter]

DP x DC: Animal House

Danny can apparently shapeshift, and that’s great!

or it would be great if it wasn’t for the fact he got stuck as an eldritch cat. On the plus side, he can talk to animals like this. Downside: He lacks thumbs and his powers seem to be on the fritz. 

Luckily, he got picked up by the Waynes who seem to think he is some kind of alien cat. It’s actually pretty cool. Lots of soft things and window spots to soak in some sunlight, and, hell, the homemade cat food actually tastes pretty good.

Plus he’s been making friends!

Alfred the cat and Titus are his favorites. Ace is cool but he’s more like an uncle figure. Batcow is chill, but Jerry the turkey is an asshole. Then Dick brings his dog Haley aka Bitewing, so Jason brings his dog Dog, and the whole batfamily of pets is there vibing with Danny.

Then a family emergency happens requiring all hands on deck. Everyone is out of the house and even Alfred is too busy in the Batcave keeping an eye on things to pay attention to the animals. So that can mean only one thing...

Party time!

Danny invites all the DC animals that I remember exists. Krypto the super Dog, Comet the Super Horse, Streaks the Super Cat, Beppo the Super Monkey, Rec the Wonder Dog, and of course Bobo T. Chimpanzee aka Detective chimp, the worlds greatest detective, and the alcoholic ape that’s going to supply the whole party with booze

That’s right, Danny is hosting an animal rager at the Wayne manor, and between his malfunctioning powers, the other super powered animals, and a lot of alcohol, things are going to get WEIRD

[ovaryacted]

hi nic !! number 54 for the drabble game :]

Hi there Ruby honey!! Thank you for requesting a little drabble. With this prompt, I imagined Vendetta Leon in particular, so that's what we're going with. But it's angsty, so I apologize. (I don't lolz). Much luv! [ prompt game ]

#54 - “I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. That’s the problem.” PAIRING: Vendetta! Leon x reader [cw: Angst, mentions of alcoholism & depression, established relationship] - 1.1k words.

You were used to being with Leon through all of his phases, standing beside him through the good and the bad despite the fact there was more bad to begin with. He wasn’t always like this, you knew he was a man with a complicated history, and you took him as he was with no complaints. To you, as long as Leon came back in one piece, that was all you cared about. No matter how broken and wrecked he was, you’d still choose him wholeheartedly.

It was late at night when you heard the front door open and close, heavy footsteps trudging against the hardwood floor of the apartment. The footfalls sounded too dragged out to be normal, you figured that Leon was dragging his feet, and an audible “Fuck” filled the air as he bumped into one of the end tables in the living room. The clunking of glass could be heard from the kitchen, instantly making you slip out from the comforts of your bed to wrap a robe around yourself.

Carefully you walked out of the bedroom, wearing your slippers as you followed the source of the noise. Coming to where Leon stood, your arms were crossed over your chest and you leaned against the entry wall of the kitchen. You spotted him and silently watched as he nursed a bottle of whiskey that was halfway finished. You didn’t know if it was a bottle you already had stored in one of your cabinets, or if it was a new one he had just bought himself. He took a large sip, putting the bottle back down on the kitchen counter, not looking in your direction but knowing you were there.

“Sneaking up on me?”, Leon mumbled under his breath, his words almost slurring together as he spoke. He was drunk, you could tell from the way his shoulders slumped and how he used the counter to support his own weight.

“It’s late Leon…”, you said simply, not an ounce of hostility in your voice. Instead, you spoke to him in the same cadence you usually did, soft and inviting. You were waiting for him to come home and had fallen asleep. Sometimes you think it would be better if you just stayed in bed and left Leon to his own devices.

“Yeah, I know”, he told you matter-of-factly, scoffing when he finally met your gaze, blue eyes gone all hazy.

“How much did you drink?”, you asked him then, eyeing how Leon shrugged and reached for the bottle again.

“Enough”, he took another swig of whiskey, the amber liquid stinging the back of his throat as he swallowed it in one gulp. You could only watch, taking a step towards him in hopes of providing some comfort.

“Bad day?”, you stood close enough to where you could reach out and touch him, but from the way his head bowed and his hair covered his face you didn’t think it would be a good idea yet. 

“Something like that”, he said tiredly, face turned to look down towards the kitchen floor. He wasn’t going to tell you the details of what he goes through or experiences. He never did, and you never asked for more than what he gave you.

“You didn’t have to wait up for me, I don’t know why you do”, his voice snapped you back to reality, seeing how the burden of his existence manifested into exhaustion on his worn out features.

“I know, but I’m going to do it anyway”, you were defiant and stubborn, much like him. That same fiery spunk reminded him of how he was in his youth before Raccoon City, before he became a broken man.

“You shouldn’t. I’m not worth waiting for”, he was being self-deprecating, as he usually was when he had too much to drink. You’ve gotten used to this routine, serving as a vessel for his projections and inner thoughts because you were the closest thing to a safe space he had.

You knew what he was doing, his words of self-sabotage were a reminder that the man you were with was a shell of himself. That no matter how much you loved him or tried to make him happy, you couldn’t fix him. 

“I don’t give a fuck what you say. If I have to wait for you, I will”, you weren’t here to cause a fight, arguing with him under the influence would only make things worse and give you both a headache. Neither of you needed that tonight.

“You should hate me”, his eyes raised to glance at you, reminiscent of a dog that’s been kicked one too many times. “I’m not good for you, you’re wasting your time on me. It’s much easier to just hate me for what I put you through”

Leon wasn’t a bad man, you never saw him in that light. To others, he was hostile and toxic, but to you, he was simply a man who’s fallen apart and doesn’t know how to mend the pieces. You were in front of him now, taking in his face and rubbing his stubbled cheeks. He trembled under you, the alcohol strong on his breath but it was something that told you he was alive. 

“I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. That’s the problem.”

As much as Leon wanted to argue with you, to tell you otherwise, to give you reasons to change your mind, he knew he didn’t stand a fighting chance. So he kept his mouth shut, eyes drifting closed and tilting his face into the warmth of your palms. Your affection and words always brought him more comfort than the alcohol he consumed ever could.

“I’m sorry”, was the only thing he really could say. He was sorry for a lot of things, for being like this, for hurting you, for not being enough. He stopped saying those three words, afraid he’ll jinx himself and you’ve only heard it a handful of times when you were first with him. Even if he didn’t explicitly tell you how he felt, you still knew him well enough to dictate his intentions.

“I know you are. Let’s just get you into bed okay?”, you suggested to him, feeling him nod his head as you tugged him towards your bedroom with one of his hands in your own.

He was right, maybe you should hate him because it was easier, because you deserved better. But you’d rather let your heart continue to ache and be with him than not have him at all.

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[tparker48]

The gym would be quiet as most of the goers  went home for the day, The weighting room almost quiet as the ceiling fan filled the air. All except for the sound of weights clanking as one of the bench equipment  were occupied. "One..two...three...four" Reggie, a scrawny and built bodybuilder counted from the bench. Lifting his weights as he stared at the ceiling. "Five...six...seven..eight."

"You're still here?" A figure loomed from above. Hands sticking by their side as they eyed Reggie. "I thought you'd have finished by now, my shake jug’s just about gone."

"Well Zeb, I've got a body to keep in shape." Reggie said. "Besides, I thought you'd be gone by now. Grk!"

Zeb leaned into the bar he was holding, applying his weight just enough to halt Reggie’s lift. "And leave my best bud without a partner? No way."

"You always were over-spirited." Reggie sighed softly, a chuckle escaping from Zeb before he let him up. "Now come on” Reggie said as he placed the weights back on the placeholder. “we've gotta clean the bench before they start to close."

"right behind ya." Zeb replied.

The two grabbed the materials off the side of the corner wall as they wiped down their equipment. Throwing away the used wipes before they went out. A shake stand resting next to the entrance as a man stood in front.

"Come one come all, try the latest brand of our protein shake. They are sure to energize your bodies like no other before."

"Ooh a new shake, that could be fun. We should get one." Zeb volunteered.

"Hmm, well I suppose I haven’t had mine yet. Why not, let's try one." Reggie replied. The two made their way to the man that stood in front of the stand. "I'll take a bottle." Reggie announced. Zeb as well as he followed behold.

"Here you are good gentlemen." the man happily said, handing the two of them bottles as they made their way to the door. Heading to their cars parked next to each other, Reggie noticed a thin paper flapping underneath his windshield. A tow company marked along the front of it

"Again with these tickets? I swear these car loaners are vultures."

"You really gotta pay for those Reggie, otherwise you'd have to ride with me to and from the gym." Zeb Chuckled.

"And lay victim to your driving? No thanks." Reggie responded. "I'll pay them eventually." Turning to the driver's side, he got into his car before turning onto the ignition. Waving to Zeb as he pulled out from his driveway, but soon looked to the bottle he grabbed from the man at the table. "New flavor huh? Wonder what it tastes like?." He thought to himself, tilting the bottle to his mouth as he took a swig. Taking a gulp, his face scrunched when the aftertaste struck his tongue. "What a tangy taste!" He scoffed, pulling out a water bottle  to wash away the sensation.

Arriving at home, he arrived in the driveway as he made his way into his room. Not bothering to wash himself as sleep fell down upon him. Crashing to the bed, he set an alarm for the morning before dozing off to sleep. Noticing a slight tingle in his body, but took it as nothing more than a sleep phase.

It was long before the morning arrived, the sun shining through the windows as the birds chirped outside. "Mmm.." Reggie groaned from his slumber, leaning over to his alarm that blared off further to the left of him. "Is it morning already?.." He reached over to his alarm to turn it off. The clock seemed bigger than it was last night. Was he sure this h was his clock? With his eyes still filled from the night sleep, he opened them to look at the clock,  but the light shined  through the window and into his eyes. "Ah..god that's too bright!" He yelled. Shielding his eyes, he rolled the other way, falling to the floor as he wrestled with the covers. "Lousy thing!" He groaned, kicking off the covers before he got up to his feet, the mirror just in front of him as he gazed at his reflection.

His body was no higher than a pillow, coming only halfway to the mirror's height before he gazed at his clothes. "The heck happened to me!" He stepped backwards, stumbling over his shirt that snagged underfoot. "But how did I!..How could!" He couldn't muster the words as he looked at his body. But turned to his phone as it started to ring. "Its Zeb!" His eyes widened.

As the phone rung, he hesitantly clicked at the phone. "..Hello."

"There you are! You know you certainly are hard to reach in the morning. Where are you? The gym opens up soon."

Reggie's heart skipped a beat upon hearing that. "Ah..The..the gym’s open?"

"Yes?...and all the good weights will be gone if you don’t high tail it over here.

"Uhh yeah..be right there." Reggie replied. hanging up, he paced around the room sporadically. "What am I gonna do?! I can't let Zeb see me like this, he'd never let me hear the last of it!" He looked around the room for something to wear. His clothes were too big to wear now, what else could he wear? He looked at the corner of the closet and spotted one of his shirt’s he placed on his stuffed animals. He hadn't worn that thing since high school. He can't wear that, it would be embarrassing. But what choice did he have?

He got dressed as he stepped outside, wrestling with the snug fabric as he moved to his car. "I can't believe I have to wear this!" He groaned, pulling open the car door as he shimmied his way into the car seat. The wheel only came up to his head, just barely able to see the garage, let alone the car hood. "Are you kidding?!" He shouted, kicking the door as he hopped out. "Can't even drive my own damn car without looking like a toddler." he said as went back inside.

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Meanwhile at the gym, Zeb sat along the side of his car. Waiting for Reggie to arrive as he watched the crowds of goers go inside. Waving to some of them before he gazed at the empty parking spot next to him.

"What the heck is taking him so long?" he asked himself, tapping his foot in boredom as he looked to the gym. But a squeak from behind caught his attention, Reggie's car pulling into the driveway as it parked next to his. The window peered open at the top, just enough to let Reggie peek out.

"Sup." Reggie greeted Zeb.

"There you are! Thought you got cold feet or something."

"I wouldn't miss the gym, don't be daft."

"Yeah I suppose you're right." Zed nodded. “Oo I can’t wait to work on my muscles some more. I got just enough to finally bulk it out. Look here! I even got buffer from yesterday!" He flexed his arms into the window, peering closer as he loomed over the window. "Wanna see?"

"N-no that's fine, I don't need to see it!" Reggie said, moving himself away from the window. But a click at the door made him jump, the door pulling away as he grabbed it.

"Ah come on, I always show you it. Let me show ya."

"I'm fine really!" Reggie replied.  Clinged to the door to pull it back, his body heaving the opposite way before Zeb's strength forced it back. When the handle slipped from his grasp, he lunged for it, but fell along with the door. He landed on the street as cushions bounced to his side. "Ow that smarts!" He groaned, rubbing at his back. But looked forward to the pair of sneakers in front of him.

"Ooh man, what happened to your size?!" Zeb said. His eyes beaming down to his partner, Reggie stumbling to his feet. "You look so adorable."

"No no no! I am not adorable! I'm just..going through a change is all!"

"I'd say you're going more than just a change." Zeb chuckled, squatting down as he patted his head. His smile growing wider the closer he got.

Reggie's cheeks flared red upon his partner's affection. Swatting his partners hands away before he darted for the gym. "No no no, I refuse to endure this!" He yelled.

"Hey where you going!" He heard Zeb from behind, sensing the excitement in his voice before, beating footsteps soon trailing behind him. He ran faster, rushing through the electric doors. He refused to look back, running past the person that greeted him at the information desk before he ran into the hallway. Sharp squeaks of rubber following behind as he zipped past every corner that came up. He had to lose him somehow. But where? Rushing into the locker room, his heart raced sporadically for a place to hide, running past the doors as a shadow casted through the glass window.

Slam! The door swung open as Zeb stepped out from the hallway, panting to himself as he scaled the room. "Man..for someone half my size you still run fast..phew." He walked in. closing the door closed behind him, he scaled the room for any sign of his partner. "Reggiee...Reggieeee.." He called for him, peeking down the rows of lockers for any movement, even opening those that creaked open.. "I know you're in here somewhere."

He went further down the room as his steps grew softer. In a bunch of shirts hanging the side of the wall, Reggie peeked out as he looked at his now large partner. Ensuring he had enough distance, he rolled his eyes and snaked his way out the doorway. Moving back to the hallway he first came as he zipped around the corner. "Phew..that was a close one. I almost thought I'd-goh!" He bumped into a solid surface as he tumbled to the floor. "Hey! watch where you're.." He paused as he looked up to the tall figure. His eyes narrowing as he gained clarity from their face. It was the man from before, this time with a packet of bottles as he held it at his waist. "You again?"

"Hey there sport, glad to see ya. You seem to have gotten smaller since the last time I saw ya."

"No kidding." Reggie groaned, rubbing the sweat that built on his brow.

"You seem a bit thirsty" the man said, digging through the packet of bottles as he hovered one in front of him. "Care to have another dosage?"

"I can't drink anything right now I..what do you mean dosage?"

"Dosage, the samples I've been handing out are the state of the art energy provided by the shrinkage company."

"Shrinkage company?! Why didn't you tell us about that before you gave it to us."

“It would damage our product's record. We can’t hand out samples and expose our data."

Reggie's hand started to shake before his eyes furrowed. "Oh I'll show you damage!" He went for a tackle, but the man moved to the side, darting to the end of the hall. "Get back here!" He got back to his feet. Giving chase, he raced down the hallway and bolted around the corner. The man zipped through the hall like a cartoon character, Water droplets following behind him in a trail as the bottles in the package shook with his stride.

Meanwhile in the locker room, Zeb reached the end of the locker room as he looked around for reggie. "How can someone that small hide so well?" He pondered, Peaking into the pitch black black rooms for any movement. But his eyes drove to his reflection as figures zipped by the door, One much smaller as it ran after the talker figure. "Hmm?.."

"Now now!..no need to do things so hasty." The yelled behind him.

"Hasty?! Your drink cost me my size!" Reggie barked. He lunged for the men's shorts as he came just within reach, his form snapping a corner as he nearly tripped to his feet, catching himself before he continued to run. The two reached the end of the hall as the man turned into the ball equipment of the gym, Reggie close behind. Looking down, he noticed a round bouncy ball on the floor, kicking it towards the man's direction as it flung through the air.

It knocked into their legs, their ball rolling beneath their back as their bottles scattered. Some drenched the floor, while others  flew to the shelves, as the man tumbled to the wall.

"Gotcha!" Reggie pounced, grabbing the man's shirt.

"Bravo..phew..you caught ME!"

Reggie pulled the man's body closer, feeling their breath across his face. "Enough games, funny man! Tell me how to reverse this!"

"You can't."

"What?!"

"The dosage lasts for 24 hours at a time, all the way to the very time you first drank."

"When I first drank it? That’s ten hours from now! There has to be another way!"

"As I said before, its irreversible!" The man shrugged. "But look on the brightside, at least you still got "half" your size."

Reggie pushed the man's body against the wall, shaking the mirrors next as the shelves shook. "Listen here, your going to get my size back one way or-!"

Splash! Liquid poured onto Reggie as his hair dampened, pouring into his clothes as they soaked his body. A solid object clunking at his head before it rolled to the floor. "Ah! What the?.." He looked to the floor at the object that landed on the ground. One of the man's bottle rolling to his leg. "A bottle?!"

"Ooh bummer." The man said.

Suddenly, Reggie's body started to tingle, vibrating as it climbed up his body. With a sudden jolt that  whipped through his body, he shrunk sporadically, flipping through the air before he collided on the man's shirt. "Oh no, not again!"

The man chuckled above as he gazed at the miniaturized Reggie. "Looks like you fell victim to another bottle their sport." They said, sitting up from his spot on the wall. Reggie struggled to keep his balance, the man's body becoming vertical. Gravity pulled him down as he rolled over the man's shirt, and onto the floor. Getting up, he stepped to the side as sneakers landed there, looking at them as they stood tall.

"How long is this going to take to wear off?!" Reggie shouted.

"Let's see, considering you haven't drunk it, I would say you have ooh..17 hours."

"17 hours?!"

"Give or take. You’re still under the effect of the current dosage, so it just add a little more. Lucky you.." The man stepped over as he made his way to the exit. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I got some exercising to do."

"Hey!" Reggie ran after him, his steps unable to carry him far enough to catch up. With a single step, The man vanished into the hallway, the doors swinging shut. "Come back here!" He pounded at the door. The panels flung back open, catapulted him an inch away. “Did he come back?” Reggie pondered.  Looking up, his eyes widened in terror as white sneakers filled his view. A jock like build casting above.

"Ahh so that's what happened." Zeb's voice pierced the air. A knee bending as his face lowered down. "Was wondering what made you so adorable." He said, a slight chuckle escaping from him.

Reggie stumbled to his feet as he ran the other direction, but ran into a palm as it hoist him upward. "Eh?!"

"Oh ho no you don't, you’re not getting away this time." Zeb cooed, getting back to his feet.. “ 17 hours huh? Heh, to think that energy drink caused all this, glad I decided not to drink mine.” securing Reggie, he turned back towards the door.

"Hey! Where are we doing?" Reggie fumbled in Zeb's palm.

"What we came here to do. Workout!" Zeb said, exiting through the doors.

"What?! I can't workout like this! I can't use the weights!"

"Who said anything about weights?" Zeb beamed.

"Why are you looking at me like that?.."

"Hehehehe..."

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The gym began to boom as more crowds of goers filled the gym. Taking up most of the seats along the floors, the weights all taken upon the shelves. But it wasn't a convenience for Zeb, reserving a private room of his own as he did his weights from there. "Mmm...mmm...mmm" he grunted between his lifts, feeling light taps at his torso as he looked down. Down below, Reggie in the center of his torso as he did jumping jacks. "Reggie, you can't think those are good jumping jacks, I can barely see ya from up here." Zeb smiled.

"Do I look like a frog? I'm jumping as high as I can."Reggie said, the protruding abs throwing him off his balance.

"Not like that you're not." Zeb replied, setting his weights to the bar above. "You really have to jump if you're gonna get some good exercise. " he inhaled and huffed up his torso, swelling it up like a balloon. Adjusting his knees, he proceeded to move his belly around like a wave. Clenching his gut to move his abs from his waist to his chest.

"Hey! Careful!" Reggie yelled, stumbling around the moving muscle. Falling to his knees as he sluggishly tried to get up.

"You gotta get your jumps somehow Reggi.e" Zeb beamed, flexing his belly faster. "Best get to jumping before I get more excited."

Wave after wave, Zeb's stomach tossed itself around his torso. Unraveling Reggie's efforts as he crumbled against the soft muscle. It was like trying to move on an inflatable as he stumbled onto his stomach. Sweat secreting from the skin sticking him against it. "This is not how you do jumping jacks!" He yelled, prying himself from the sticky torso. The wave behind was stubborn on letting him up, smacking the skin back onto his body as he continued to lift with it. "Don't you ever wipe yourself down!..ah! I can barely stand!"

"Sometimes. But why wipe my body when I could use it to do this?" Zeb sucked in his stomach as it dipped inward. With a flex, he catapulted his body upwards, flinging Reggie off his stomach and into the air.

"Aah-ahh!" Reggie yelled through the air, flipping sporadically as his vision spun all over the place. But ceased as his upper half pointed to the ground, falling as he hurtled back to his partner below.

Zeb beamed at Reggie upon his descent, extending his belly to cushion his fall, only to thrust him up again. "Hehe, now you're really looking like a frog" he chuckled, sucking in his gut before Reggie fell back down. Sucking in his gut, he used the sunk space to bounce him around like a trampoline. Tossing him around, he crossed his arms behind his head, relishing in the fumbling display of his partner like a movie.

"Would!..you!..Stop!..bouncing!..Me!"

"Hehe, I don't know, you look too adorable to consider that. I feel like I’m an acrobat show." he teased. Letting Reggie land, he sucked his gut inward and bent his knees, folding his abs around him.

"This isn't exercising!" Reggie shouted, softened by the abdominal  muscle. He pushed and pried to free himself from the pit of flesh, but they proved too tough to move.

Zeb only giggled upon the statement, clenching his stomach softly. "Oh know" he flaunted, catapulting Reggied back into the air. "But it spices things up a little." He returned to his bouncing as he leaned back into the table, enjoying the display some more, but focused upward when a chime rang through the room.

"The store will be Closing in 10 minutes. Please return any keys checked out back to the front." The voice on the intercom said.

"Ah man, I thought I had a lot more time" Zeb groaned. Catching Reggie, he folded his belly back over him. Getting to his feet, he sat there for a moment and relished in the feeling against his belly button. Little pinches and pulls danced around his belly, it was a peculiar feeling, but one Zeb welcomed with open arms. Relaxing, Reggie popped out and started to run, running straight into his palm. "Ah ah ah" Zeb wagged his finger, wrapping his palm in place. "The gym may be closing, but the day's far from done Reggie." keeping his palm closed, he put on his shirt as he got up the bench. Placing Reggie into his shirt pocket as he walked to the front.

It was a distant walk from the main entrance, but Zeb made it in good time. Handing the keys to the employees for the day before he went outside. Shuffling in his pocket drawing his attention. "I suppose that workout will have to do for now." He stood proudly, looking to his pocket as Reggie popped out.

"Good, cause I can use a shower after you're.."Reggie paused and he looked towards the parking. His car lifted through the air as its bumper peeked behind Zeb's car. And behind it, a tow truck as it hauled it from its spot. "My car!" He shouted, watching as it moved away from the space. The tow truck turned out from the driveway as it dragged his car further down the street. "Nooo!" He scowled into the air.

"I told ya you should have paid your bills.." Zeb muttered. "Guess you'll have to hitch a ride with me."

"What?!" Reggie's eyes widened "I-i can't ride with you. I can't handle another one of your thrills!"

"I'm afraid you don't have much of a choice." Zeb smiled "you can't drive, have no car to move around, and are sticking out of my pocket."

"No!" Reggie hopped out from the pocket, Zeb quick to intercept as he held Reggie in a fist.

"Good try, but you're not escaping me that easily Reggie. You're stuck with me." Zeb replied, opening his car door as he got inside.

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It was a long ride as Zeb arrived in his driveway. Swerving into the garage as he parked his car inside. Getting out, he checked on Reggie as he pushed him out just enough to see with his thumb. He hurled for a split moment, Zeb responding with a slight tilt as it dumped to the cement below. Patting his thumb along his back as he chuckled softly. Getting inside, he got undressed from the afternoon, Tossing off his clothes as he left only his underwear on. Holding Reggie in his palm, he grabbed a snack and turned on the TV. Once he got comfortable, he placed him between his feet along the bed, sandwiching them together before Reggie had a chance to react.

Night eventually came as Zeb finished his snacks. His eyes glued to the TV as he watched "Tom and Jerry" on the screen. "Hehehe, I always love this show. The dynamic between these two always puts a smile on my face." He said to himself. Placing a palm on his cheek, he gazed at the TV before slouching forward. He reached for the remote to turn up the volume, but ceased when movement lingered at his feet. His soles parted sluggishly before they opened wider, Reggie stretching them apart as his arms shook. "Good strength." He simply said, eying him curiously.

"Hah..hah..that's too much weight." Reggie panted.

"Too much? I barely even moved." Zeb said, Leaning back in the bed frame "but I suppose at your size they'd be heavy." Zeb trailed off to the TV as he scaled the rest of the room. Wiggling his toes, he felt Reggie's limbs push into the crevices. "You know, you kinda remind me of Jerry in the show. Spirited, daring, hehe and small."

Reggie continued to hold Zeb's feet. Pushing them apart just enough to plant his feet against them. "Grgh, you'll find I have a lot of things in common with him, I'm strong, cunning..and..strong!" his feet suddenly flipped as Reggie flopped front first against the foot underneath him, the other planting at his back before the toes curled underneath.

"Mm I don't about cunning, but I'll give you strong." Zeb said, crawling his soles over Reggie's head before he scrunched Reggie to the center of the large feet. Caressing over his body like a ball, limbs sticking out to pry himself up. "Hmm, now that I think about it, Tom best suits you more. You can be a fraidy cat at times.

The toes spread before planting over Reggie's chest,  Zeb teasingly nestling his head between the smooth digits as they pulsed at his chin. "I am not a fraidy cat!"

"I don't know, you kinda sound like one. And certainly look adorable as one too." Zeb cooed, leaning back as he scrunched his toes at Reggie's shoulder's, bringing him to his waist. "Little Reggie, the adorable little fraidy cat." He rocked tauntly, shaking Reggie in place as the soles squished at his face.

"Gah! I'm a fraidy cat! I'm not scared of anything."

"Ooo, this fraidy cat's got some fire in him." Zeb said, his smile spreading from ear to ear. "But I bet that talk’s no bite and all bark."

"Try me! I can handle anything you through at me!"

Zeb's grin grew wider, sitting up from the bed as he took to the head of the bed. "Oh yeah?  Hehehe, alright then" Zeb grabbed Reggie from his feet and held him in his palm. Bending his legs, he spread them before placing him down just in front of his crotch. "It's time for one last workout, Reggie boy."

"Workout? Bring it, anything you dish out can't be worse than your bench presses from the gym.

"Aha! Is that so?.." He raised a brow towards Reggie, his crotch starting to move as a tent built up inside. "Then allow me to fetch you your weights" wiggling his fingers with anticipation, he inserted his finger into the fly of the underwear. Drawing it away, his cock flung out out the opening, slithering out like a snake as it rose to the air, before beaching itself onto his lap.

"Huh?!" His eyes widened, looking at the cock laying before him. The flaccid flesh was just as large as he was, the slit meeting his eye level, its tapered head looming just above his hair. "You want me to lift that?!"

"Mhmm." Zeb simply said.

"There's no way I'm doing that!"

"Ah come on, where’d that bravado go?  You already interacted with my body before, Why's this any different?"

"No! I'm already trying to wipe your sweat off from earlier. Who knows long that will take to wipe off."

Zeb rolled his eyes upon the refusal of his partner. Looking around the corners of the bed before he looked at his cock, an idea popping to his head. "Yeah I guess you're right. It wouldn't be right to force something if you don't want to."

"Yes, thank you. I'm glad you-" Zeb started to move as he shimmied his body around. "Hey, what are you doing?"

"Just getting comfortable is all. All that exercise earlier really makes me want to..Stretch!" He thrusted his hips firmly into the air, flinging Reggie just an inch away from his body. As he came back down, he laid back and eyed him as he landed on the underbelly of his cock.

"Gah! Hey!"

"Oh look!" Zeb's face lit up, his cock flexing on his torso "you're right in the space I wanted you to be. Guess you'll just have to exercise with my cock after all, Reggie."

"You're despicable.." Reggie scorned.

"I know.." Zeb replied, taking pride in the compliment as he reached for Reggie, holding a thumb against his body as he brought him upward. He wrapped around his cock, plastering him underneath the shaft's length before he rubbed at it vigorously.

"P..peh!..What are you doing now?!

"Well I can't have fun with a flaccid cock little bud, I need to be warmed up to give you just enough exercise." Zeb said, grinning from ear to ear as he stroked Reggie around his shaft. Corkscrewing him to the base before sending him up to the shroomed head above.

Reggie grunted upon Zeb's words, forcing himself to endure his partner's body as pungent sweat lingered into his nose. Climbing up the shaft, he could feel the tender skin beneath him stiffen. Compressing the space he had between it and the large palm before it sandwiched him, a heavily pulse beating through as it echoed even through his body. "Are you finished yet?"

"Almost, almost. Just gotta add the final touches" Pausing his strokes, he glided his fist to the head of the shaft, aligning Reggie parallel to the fluffy head as his chest cushioned against the side of it. Placing his thumb at his neck, he pushed down to bring Reggie closer, sending his head into the slit into center.

The little guy muffled inside the thick tube. Feeling the lips suckle at his body as squelches lingered in his ears. The walls were wet and damp as they rubbed into his face, caressing him into its soft rubs, its heat warming his body before it pulsed heavily. The thumb tempted to push him deeper, but quickly let go as he popped out of the slit, letting him fall back onto his partner's lap. "Ugh! What was all that for?!" He rubbed vigorously at his face.

"A kiss of good luck." Zeb said. He opened the flap to the rest of his crotch, curling his fingers into the skin beneath his shaft. He lifted up as round testicles exited from them, dangling them over Reggie, but waited until he finished tending to his face, his shocked gaze meeting him as he grinned. "Let's say we do more bench presses."

He let go of his balls as they sprawled through the air, hitting his waist before they tumbled to the Reggie below. In a panic, he raised his hands to the air, the testicles crashing on top of them as they brought him to his knees. "Grgh!.."

"These bad boy's should put those muscles to work." Zeb said, crossing his arms behind his head. "Considering your height, I'd say at least 10 lifts should do for tonight."

"10?!" Reggie strained, his legs wobbling beneath the weight. "I can barely get one in."

"Come on, don't doubt yourself, fraidy cat. Think of them as being as light as a feather."

Reggie paused for a moment to catch his breath, managing to get one of his feet back onto the ground, but struggled to get the other. He lifted the sack with all his upper strength, slowly moving up as the sack began to rise. "One!..T-two.."

"That's it, lift them higher. You can do it!"

"Three...four..hah..hah..Fiiive!" Reggie gritted upper the sixth raise, one of the balls falling to his back as its weight sent him to his knees. "S..si.siii-goh!" He slipped on his legs as the sac pinned his back to the bed, the other sac crashing on top as the loose skin spilled over him.

"Okay..maybe six will do." Zeb said. He lifted his sac off the bed, Reggie plastered against it before he peeled off the bottom.

"Thank goodness-grk"

"Not so fast, I'm not finished yet. You may not be able to lift my balls, but those little hands have other uses.." Zeb bent his knees before setting the sac back on top of Reggie. Getting more comfortable in his spot on the bed as he sat up. "All this cockplay has me craving release. So you can help me with that."

"How do you expect me to help from here?"

"Your limbs can still move, you can use them to scratch and rub at my balls." Zeb smiled, lifting up one of the orbs as he rubbed the round ridge over his head, before setting it back down. "While you're doing that, I'll take care of the rest."

"Ugh this is so humiliating.." Reggie groaned, kneading into the large sac.

"That's the spirit. Both hands now Reggie, I want to feel all the action down."

While Reggie focused on his balls below, Zeb focused on his shaft. Stroking it slowly as he felt its length grow higher, pulsing into the air before pre leaked out from its tip. Leaning back, he flicked his remote at the TV and continued to enjoy his show, checking on Reggie every now and then with a swift clench at his balls. It took a few minutes to get going, but Zeb eventually warmed himself up.  His body arched, and his hips extended, smothering Reggie into the large boulders as his strokes grew faster. In a split moment, it finally happened.

"Aaah!" He roared into the air, seed expunging from his shaft before it spilled into his chest, while the rest flowed down its underbelly and dripped onto his balls. "That was good."

"I'm glad you got your rocks off.." Reggie muffled, shielding his face with his arm to direct the flow of seed to the bed. "Now that your fun is done, could you let me up now?"

Zeb yawned before rubbing his eyes. "Sure Reg..I'll let ya up. But first..let me rest my eyes a little.." His eyes grew heavy, struggling to keep them open before finally closing. His muscles relaxed as his cock thumped atop his face.

“Mind getting me up before that Zeb?..Zeb?" Snores filled the air, his partner's heavy breath wheezing before he cleared his throat. "Great, he's asleep." The balls dropped as they slouched against his wrist, quick to part them as the testicles rested against the sides of his head. "I guess I might as the sleep too."

He stretched his neck around. Turning his head to the side. "At least I don’t have to worry about covers.

Splat! The shaft slipped out of Zeb's hands as it glided off his thigh. Slouching to Reggie below, its head slouched against His. "Ugh.."

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Morning came as the sun shined through the window, Reggie was the first to get up as the sun shined into his eyes. "Ah..the lights in my eyes.." He groaned, his eyes opening wider. "Wait, the lights in my eyes. He looked up to the window that rested on the corner of the room, he wasn't able to see the first time he came here. Looking around, the scenery confirmed it. "My size is back! Yes! Yes yes yes!"

Splat! The cock above laid on the side of his face.

"Gah!..Right" tilting it away, he looked up at the surrounding thighs cushioning at his head. Tilting upward, he gazed up at his partner above. He could only see the tip of his mouth past his chest, the heavy snores still continuing. "Hey! Wake up!" He shimmied, rocking his body underneath his. Zeb's body was more heavier than his was, gravity favoring him as they kept his body in place.

"Mmm..." He groaned, blinking his eyes. He sat up as his waist went to his legs, a low grunt lingering from them before the bed scrunched. "Huh? I just had the nicest dream.."

"Ahem.."

Zeb was still groggy, but gazed down at the source of the sound. He and Reggie Locked gazes, Reggie's head peeking out from the side of the cock. "Oh hey, you got your size back."

"I noticed.." Reggie said.

The two got up from the bed as the two got dressed, Reggie the first to take a shower while Zeb focused on the rest of the hygiene tasks. Getting out, steam flowed out from the door as Reggie was fully dressed. Wiping the bits of water droplets off from his ear before tossing it to the laundry. "Oh I never wanted to take a shower so badly." He said as he hugged his body. "And my lovely size is back too."

"You know the more you hug yourself Reggie, the more you look adorable." Zeb commented. Ruffling his damp hair before he stepped into the shower.

"Yeah well you..I mean..gah!" Flustered, he stormed to the kitchen, grabbing a granola as he chewed at it aggressively.

As Zeb finished his shower, the two arrived at the gym as they entered inside. Greeting the employee at the service desk as they went to the main hallway.

"I can't believe I got my car towed. I can't keep hitching rides."

"Don't worry!" Zeb chimed in, wrapping an arm around Reggie's head. "I'm more than happy to be a taxi for ya until you get it back."

"That's the last thing I want, I lost my lunch on our way to your...." He trailed off as he looked ahead to entrance of the hallway. The man from before standing there as he presented his goods.

"This is a new drink?" A gym goer asked him.

"Of course, with this drink you'll be more energized than before" the man said, extending a bottom to them. "Here, have one on the house and-"

"You!" Another goer barged into the hallway, his body filling the frame as they stormed toward the two. "Don't think you're getting away with your little shrink scam. You owe me an ass whoopin'!"

"Would you look at the time! Perhaps a sample at a later date" the man darted down the hall.

"Get back here!" The bodybuilder chased after him.

The two zoomed past Reggie and Zeb, the wind flowing by them as they vanished past the entrance of the door. "Should we help him?" Zeb asked.

Reggie only smiled. "Nah, I'm sure he'll be fine."

[drades-lair]

A Bambi rescue

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Rating: T

Pairing(s): Implied Huskerdust and Implied OC/Alastor

Charlie paced the lobby of the hotel while Husk and Angel watched her from the bar when the slow methodical clicking of a familiar set of heels resounded from the main staircase promptly drawing Angel and Husk’s attention in that direction. Drade stopped halfway down the staircase to stare at Charlie’s pacing form, eyebrow raising curiously towards her before glancing down to Husk and Angel with a look that silently asked what was going on.

“Apparently Alastor has gone missin’,” Angel casually answered.

“Missing? Are you sure?” Drade inquired, glancing back to Charlie.

“Yes! And I don’t know why you two aren’t more upset!” Charlie retorted, halting her rampant pacing to wildly gesture towards Angel and Husk.

“Relax Charlie, when did he leave?” Drade gently encouraged, finishing her decent to the lobby.

“Yesterday, he left yesterday morning and he’s never been gone all night before,” Charlie explained hysterically.

“Did he say where he was going?” Drade wondered, a glimmer of concern crossing her features.

“He said he had a meeting near cannibal town,” Charlie stated.

“Sounds about right…although it is unusual for Alastor to be gone longer than a few hours for something like that,” Drade admitted bringing a hand up to rub her pointer fingers knuckle along her lips.

“That’s what I’m saying!” Charlie breathed out, slumping slightly.

“Look, Alastor does what he wants, when he wants. I’ve learned to just leave him too it,” Husk interjected, gingerly drying a glass.

“Hmm…still…” Drade trailed off, waving a hand in the air causing a royal purple smoke to appear and slowly form into a small wyvern that gave a squawk. Drade extended a finger allowing the tiny dragon to land with a series of gurgling little noises.

“What the fuck is that?” Angel asked arching a confused curious brow towards the little wispy dragon.

“A spell, it’ll track down Alastor and let me know what’s going on with him,” Drade explained pulling a red handkerchief from her pants pocket, holding it up to the tiny dragon who sniffed it then gave a shriek before taking to the sky.

“Thank you,” Charlie stated with a small smile as the small dragon phased through the hotel’s wall.

…

The forest not far from the hotel pulsed with an eerie aura, blackened trees creaking as their grey rotten leaves blocked out every source of light plunging the area into darkness. Small hellish critters skittered along the dirt covered ground while the small royal purple whisp dragon flew elegantly through the creepy atmosphere eventually locating its target, leaning against a large tree near the center of the forest. Alastor wheezed out a groan upon sensing the spell approaching, blood pooled on the ground around him as well as on the tree trunk behind him. A weak smile returned to Alastor’s lips when he realized what the spell was or more who it belonged too.

“Tell her…I’m here…” Alastor rasped out with a grunt of pain.

The small whisp dragon shrieked then flew straight up promptly phasing through all the leaves and branches of the trees to fly back towards the hotel. Drade was sitting out on the deck off her room enjoying a cup of tea when she caught sight of the whisp dragon returning, putting the cup down on the glass top table. Extending her pointer finger for the small dragon to land upon Drade closed her eyes allowing the spell to show her what it had seen and heard, eyes flying open moments later Drade whipped her hand to disperse the whisp dragon into the smoke from whence it came. Standing abruptly from her seat the red head hurriedly left the room, running down the stairs towards the hotel’s doors.

“Whoa! Where are you going!?” Charlie inquired upon seeing Drade rushing for the front doors.

“My spell found Alastor, I need to go,” Drade briefly stated, flinging open one of the ornate doors.

“What!? Really!? Should we go with you?” Charlie asked gesturing to Angel and Husk who were in the lobby/bar area.

“No! Stay here!” Drade sternly instructed, continuing her way out the door she’d previously opened before promptly closing it behind her.

…

The dark of the forest presented a foreboding atmosphere the moment Drade arrived at the precipice. Moving forwards the darkness seemed to part allowing Drade the ability to search for Alastor, blood began to appear on the dirt ground creating a trail deep into the forests center where blood streaked along the trunks of dead trees. After what felt like an eternity Drade spotted a figure through the darkness slumped at the base of the largest tree with a crimson streak down it’s large trunk. Moving briskly Drade took a knee in front of Alastor gingerly pressing a hand to his cheek as she took in his bloodied form, head bowed with eyes shut, his breathing ragged and shallow. Gashes in Alastor’s clothing revealed glimpses of wounds that were clearly the sources of the blood that seemed to soak every inch of his body not to mention the ground below him, unable to get a good enough view where she was Drade decided it was best to get Alastor back to the hotel where she could tend his injuries more effectively. Concern lacing her features Drade maneuvered Alastor till she could pick him up bridal style eliciting a series of semi conscious groans from him causing Drade further concern as it wasn’t often Alastor showed pain. Closing her eyes the sickening sound of ripping flesh and cracking bones resounded through the forest, her face contorting momentarily in pain as two large bat-like wings flared from Drade’s back then she took to the skies heading back towards the hotel. Drade landed on the front stoop of the hotel’s main doors, resting Alastor’s back on her forearm for a moment to wave her hand causing an eerie purple glow to form around the door moments before it opened allowing her to walk inside. Waiting around the bar was Husk, Angel, Charlie and Vaggie, who all looked up the moment the door opened only to freeze with looks of horrified concern on their faces upon seeing Drade carrying Alastor’s unconscious form in her arms with blood coating the two of them.

“Drade…is he…?” Charlie quietly whispered, moving a few steps towards Drade while the crimson haired woman made her way for the staircase.

“He’s alive…but just barely,” Drade simply responded in a flat tone that sent a chill through the entire room.

“I’ll help…” Charlie began only to be cut off.

“No! I’ll take care of him,” Drade sternly insisted, heading swiftly up the stairs promptly leaving the group in stunned confusion.

Upon reaching Alastor’s bedroom Drade gently laid him on the bed eliciting an unconscious pained groan from him. Getting to work Drade removed Alastor’s shoes first then waved her hand to conjure the old-style medical bag she used, pulling items from it to set on the bedside table before heading to grab some wet cloths and dry towels from the bathroom. Normally Alastor could heal himself using his magical skills…the fact he hadn’t didn’t bode well in terms of his condition, his ears were laid back to match the pained expression etched onto his features. Drade managed to gently remove Alastor’s badly ripped coat with no fuss however as she reached to begin undoing his shirt one of Alastor’s hands suddenly flew up to grip her wrist, claws digging into the red head’s skin causing her to gasp in surprise more then pain.

“Easy, easy Alastor…it’s me, it’s Drade…” Drade gently cooed, cupping Alastor’s cheek as his eyes managed to open slightly.

“D-Drade…?” Alastor’s voice rasped out; the usual static tone that overlapped it gone.

“Yes, it’s just me…I promise no one else is in the room. I’m going to tend your injuries,” Drade continued to gently explain.

Alastor gave a weak nod of understanding then released Drade’s wrist, hand falling back to his side allowing Drade to continue removing his shirt to reveal his upper torso to her. Deep gashes marked Alastor’s already scared skin, deep bruising marred his sides and stomach area indicating there could be some broken ribs beneath. With skilled hands Drade tended the gashes first unfortunately she was unable to heal them using her skills due to how deep they were, once they were naturally healed for a day or two, she’d be able to use those skills, but for now stitches would have to do. Stitches in place Drade began gingerly pressing around Alastor’s sides to check for broken ribs earning her a series of deep pained groans from him until she found two broken ribs on the right side, a scream wrenching from Alastor’s lungs as he jerked upright only for Drade to press him back down.

“Relax, relax…I’m sorry Alastor. Hush…” Drade retorted, gently holding Alastor down till he calmed down although still panting with pained winces.

Knowledge in hand Drade moved on to Alastor’s lower body, undoing his pants which Alastor flinched at with his eyes watching Drade carefully. Once his pants were removed Drade retrieved a sheet that she laid over Alastor’s torso causing him to relax a little while Drade analyzed the wounds on his legs. A quick glance revealed Alastor’s left leg was severely broken, after stitching the few gashes along his thighs and calves Drade focused on Alastor’s broken leg. It didn’t take much for Drade to determine that Alastor’s leg would need to be realigned, maneuvering herself to straddle Alastor’s hips causing confusion to cross the deer’s features, Drade used her magical skills to create an aura around Alastor’s leg then manipulate it back into position. Alastor screamed in agony, body jerking violently under Drade’s own as she held him steady to prevent further injury till finally Alastor’s leg popped back into place and he fell limply to the bed. Assured that Alastor was quiet now Drade dismounted him, grabbing up a tenser bandage to begin wrapping his leg while Alastor worked through his agony with sweat trickling down his temples causing his hair to stick to his face. Gingerly Drade bandaged all Alastor’s injuries then changed the bedding with a flick of her wrist and covered Alastor up before grabbing a warm cloth from the nightstand that hadn’t been soiled yet, gently wiping it around Alastor’s face.

“I’m finished, try to rest,” Drade encouraged as Alastor appeared to be falling back into unconsciousness.

…

The mood in the lobby was tense, Angel sat at the bar playing with the rim of his watered-down drink while Vaggie sat on the couch watching Charlie pace nearly wearing a hole in the carpet, even Husk was anxiously cleaning glasses behind the bar. Drade released a deep sigh that drew everyone���s attention towards her, the red head tapping her way slowly down the large staircase looking tired. The group waited with bated breath for Drade to say something about Alastor however she ignored them heading straight to the bar where Husk nodded his understanding and poured her a whisky on the rocks.

“Well…?” Charlie asked hesitantly.

“He’s resting,” Drade responded vaguely before sipping the whisky.

“What happened?” Angel interjected from the stool next to Drade.

“Don’t know, he wasn’t exactly in a talkative mood,” Drade answered keeping her eyes on the whisky glass in front of her.

“Maybe I should go check on him…” Charlie began to suggest, barely getting it out before Drade snapped at her.

“I told you no! That goes for all of you as well, no one is to enter his room except me until Alastor is finished healing. Do you understand?” Drade sternly stated, her aura flaring slightly.

“Why though? Surely you could use as much help as possible,” Charlie persisted despite the rest of the room agreeing to Drade’s instructions.

“Charlie, listen to me carefully. Alastor wouldn’t want anyone other then me to tend to him, why isn’t important,” Drade once again insisted in just as stern of a tone causing Charlie to back off.

“B-But…” Charlie whimpered, hands bawling up by her chest as tears filled her eyes.

“I promise I’ll take care of him,” Drade reassured Charlie, laying a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“Let her do what needs to be done,” Husk encouraged Charlie.

“O-okay,” Charlie quietly responded.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I should get back to him,” Drade stated, downing the last of her whisky before standing to head back up the stairs.

…

Drade sat in a high back chair across the room from Alastor, reading a book casually while occasionally changing his bandages. After hours Alastor released a small groan, shifting his head slightly from right to left as his ears flattened out then returned to laying backwards just before his eyes blinked open.

“Easy, don’t move too much,” Drade gently encouraged, pushing up from the chair to move to Alastor’s side.

“D-Drade…? Were you the only one to touch me?” Alastor asked in a raspy tone.

“Of course, I know how you feel about that,” Drade assured him.

“Hmm…thank you…” Alastor quietly uttered under his breath, frown replacing his signature grin while glancing down at his covered/damaged form.

“You’re welcome, I’m going to get you some water to drink,” Drade stated with a warm smile.

A couple days later…

Alastor managed to sit up against the headboard, Drade had began healing his minor injuries these past few days only leaving the more severe to heal on their own a bit longer. Resting with his head back against the headboard Alastor opened his eyes when the sound of Drade’s heels clicked into the room, door shutting behind her before Alastor turned to watch the red head move closer to the bed.

“How are you feeling today?” Drade wondered.

“Better than I did,” Alastor responded simply.

“That’s good, I think today we’ll start healing some of the worse wounds around your body,” Drade suggested.

“If that’s what you suggest then be my guest,” Alastor stated, giving his permission for Drade to proceed.

Drade went about gently removing Alastor’s bandages promptly leaving his torso bare resulting in a shiver from the deer. Reaching down Drade pulled a small blade from her boot which to most other people might have been alarming however Alastor was aware of what Drade was about to do thus it wasn’t concerning to him. Drade carefully cut Alastor’s skin above his broken ribs on the one side then cut into her own hand before placing it on the cut she’d made on Alastor promptly allowing their blood to mix for a few moments. Pulling back Drade hovered her hands over the spot as a gentle lavender glow appeared between her palms and Alastor’s side causing him to wince in pain as the feeling of bone knitting back together radiated through him.

“Ugh! F-Fuck!” Alastor cursed, hands clenching in the bedding to either side of his body.

“Easy…try to relax if you can,” Drade encouraged.

After a few minutes Drade pulled back revealing the massive bruise that had been on Alastor’s side was now gone. Giving Alastor a few minutes to rest Drade continued to heal the rest of his severe wounds leaving the deer in a panting, sweat covered mess as she went to retrieve a warm cloth from the bathroom. Upon returning Drade gently caressed the cloth along the right side of Alastor’s face eliciting a hum from the deer.

“I’m finished, try to rest,” Drade gently stated.

“Humph, still can’t believe I let myself get into this sort of state…shameful,” Alastor chuckled.

“What did happen?” Drade wondered curiously, still gently caressing the cloth over Alastor’s face.

“I was careless, coming out of cannibal town a group of angels took me by surprise. Lute’s cronies if I’d hazard a guess,” Alastor explained, eyes lightly closing as his ears casually laid against his head in response to the relaxing gentle caress of the cloth.

“That bitch! I’ll take care of her eventually,” Drade growled irritably.  

“No need to worry, muncharee,” Alastor retorted with a small warm smile as the cloth was replaced by the gentle caress of Drade’s hand. Alastor brought his own hand over Drade’s to pull it to his lips where he laid a kiss upon the back of her hand.

…

With most of his wounds healed and a few more days of rest, Alastor was back on his feet, Drade walking in just as he was pulling on his freshly fixed jacket. Turning Alastor flashed that signature grin once again while the red head walked up, gingerly grabbing the edges of Alastor’s coat to do up his buttons.

“Thank you, muncharee,” Alastor stated earning him a warm grin from the crimson haired beauty.

“My pleasure, misère,” Drade retorted.

The two shared a couple moments before heading out of Alastor’s room for the first time since he’d been injured to address the anxious audience waiting downstairs.

[thefruitypebblescastleoftorment]

Like fuck, man. I want to break my adventuring party into tiny little pieces. I want to give them the tools they need to put themselves together again. I want to kill them and have them come back wrong. I want to have Strahd fuck with them so much. I want them to not see him coming. I want them to kill his consorts. I want to make them suspicious of Blinksy for no reason at all. I want them to find the sunsword and find out it has a theme song. I want them to fuck up and absolutely ruin Vallaki. I want them to rebuild it and make it a home. I want them to become powerful. I want to tempt them with Dark Gifts. I want an NPC they like to die. I want them to hate Strahd more than anything. I want them to make friends with Piddlewick II. I want the final fight to be halfway between a nightmare and a fun house with Strahd flying around, phasing through walls and trapping them alone in rooms. I want them to TPK to Strahd. I want them to kill Strahd after a crazy multi-session fight. I want to sit at the end of the table and narrate as their wounded, exhausted, and bedraggled party slowly makes their way to the nearest window and watches as, for the first time in hundreds of years, the sun rises over Barovia.

[ishouldgetatumbler]

Danny was discovering that Thymisciran molten Coacoa is wonderful.

He'd watched Alfred gingerly pluck a pitch black bean from a fermenting jar, and Danny offered his mug of warm milk when gestured to. Pressing one finger to keep the bean steady on a large spoon, Alfred tapped the spoon on both edges of the inside of the mug, shattering the brittle shell. The smell of cinnamon and dark chocolate hit them like a wave, and Danny watched in fascination as the contents of the spoon bubbled and frothed.

"The raw bean burns in contact with the air." Bruce provided, "they say it's a curse, but the natives discovered long ago that fermenting them in spices and sugars makes a wonderful drink."

Danny drank once the contents of the spoon had boiled over into the mug, and Alfred had begun to repeat this process for two more cups. It was nice; spicy and sweet, the faint taste of nutmeg and brown sugar.

“So.” Bruce began, and the world felt a little more real, and little less wonderful. He was holding his own mug a few feet above the table. Alfred was slowly removing another bean from the jar. Danny set his cup down, and stuffed and hand in his jeans poket.

Fenton thermos; no, Lighter; no, Sam’s  knife; should return that, Cellphone; no.

He switched pockets, and immediately his fingers felt shame. Vlad’s letter was completely crumpled, he’d forgotten to keep it safe while fighting Ghost King. He withdrew the letter, the weirdo’s wax seal indented with a slightly melted V. He offered the letter to Bruce.

“Vlad is my guardian right now.”

Bruce’s other hand still holding the mug, now party to steaming brown sweetness. He set the letter down next to him, and then took a light sip from the contents of the mug.

“Right now?” he asked finally.

Danny tensed. Part of him thought Bruce wasn’t even paying attention. Something was off about him, but he’d been cornered by his own words. He licked his lips and spoke.

“There was an accident at my parent’s place. Vlad sued for custody, and because he’s rich and could afford good lawyers, he argued he would have enough money to take care of all of us.” and because my stupid dad was his own lawyer he didn’t say.

“All of us?”

“Dani, my younger sister, and Jazz, my older sister.”

Bruce became very still, and spoke very slowly.

"Where are they now?"

"With Vlad, at his house in Amityville."

Danny was sweating, cold and thin on his back and face. It sounded bad laid out. Very, very bad, but only if you knew Vlad. It was hard to tell how much Bruce knew.

"Why are you here Danial?" Bruce asked.

It was now that Danny noticed Alfred was no longer present. Bruce's voice and posture were changed; his back was ramrod straight, and his voice carried across the room like the a general sweeping past his troops.

Where could he start without outing his secret identity? What could he explain so that Bruce Wayne could understand? There were too many angles, too many ghosts and half ghosts and clones involved. Why had Vlad sent him here? Was Danny supposed to explain he'd gotten his butt kicked halfway up the state and woken up here?

A hand met his shoulder.

"Danny."

Danny found himself slouched, folded down in his chair. He looked up to see the millionaire with a hand on his shoulder. He was wearing a superman bathrobe, and if his eyes weren't so bagged, the similarity would be uncanny.

"Your sisters will be fine."

Danny nodded, without meaning to. There was something certain in his voice.

"Alfred."

The door cracked open, creaking slightly. Afred's greying moustache peeked through the door.

"Please show Danny to Damian's room."

"... Master Damian's room sir.

The hand on his shoulder became Alfred's, and guided him along the hallways.

"Your room young man. Don't hesitate to ring if you need anything."

The door closed behind him, and Danny moved to the bed. He would wait a few minutes, until the butler was busy, then phase through the walls and fly back to Amityville. He sat on the bed.

Danny yelped and hopped up from the bed, pulling a small, pitch black Shurikan out of his butt.

He inspected it in the pitch white light of the ornate bedroom. One edge was slightly colored, a sheen of glowing green at one edge. He dropped it, annoyed.

"Rich kids."

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39926481/chapters/99976503

[johnandtracyslittleones]

Haven Box: Moon

Nature Play

4.5 hours of creek play time this week. Kira was working on more nature jewelry (braided bracelets this time) while Jamie and friends played something off in the trees.

Science & Nature

Our activity this week was to do a moon journal. However, we attempted on in December when Jamie got interested in the moon (it was abandoned about halfway through.). This time we made it one day. It was too cloudy to see the moon - game over.

Art & Handwork

The moon phase wall hangings were fun to make!

They also decided to do the indoor fort project from last week and hibernate.

Forest to Table

Moon milk, meant to be a tasty bedtime treat, was well enjoyed. It made them sleepy :)

Literature, Art Appreciation & Music

Since we had already read much about the moon in December, this weeks books were less enjoyed. But looking at Van Gogh’s Starry Night (even if we had already studied it) and listening to Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata were both hits.

[peachsayshi]

Entangle (Part 2)

Geto Suguru x Female!Reader x Nanami Kento; Gojo Satoru (mentioned...and you might see him pop up in Part 3 😉) 

Summary: Everyone is captivated by Gojo’s pretty new wife including the two sorcerers that work closest to him - but after the honeymoon phase ends, Geto and Nanami know how much you’re being neglected, so they take matters into their own hands.

A/N: This was originally just going to be two parts, but I didn’t realize how long this was getting so I just decided to split it into three (that’s all I can manage! hehe) we’ve got smut & part 3 is the grand finale. It will get posted next because this was just one big piece that I am working on that I wound up splitting up haha, it’s halfway done anyway. I hope you enjoy! Comments are always appreciated x  [MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT] - (PART 1 - IN CASE YOU MISSED IT) 

TAGS: all characters are the same age but there is implied “innocence” with the reader due to inexperience. alcohol; dom/sub undertones; slightly dubious consent;  manipulation; oral sex (f!receiving); corruption kink(?); voice kink; guided touch; nipple play; overstimulation

“I could use a drink...” 

Suguru scoffed, both hands sliding inside the pockets of his black slacks. He was taking in the surroundings of your sterile marital living quarters. Whoever redesigned his best friend’s former bedroom, did it with very little care. There were no signs of intimacy as the decor neither reflected you or your husband’s taste. 

“You’re out of luck,” he stated, responding to Nanami’s request. “You know Satoru doesn’t drink, the entire place is dry…”

He brushed his slender fingers over the fluffy white duvet that was pressed neatly over the bed. The gingerbread wood matched the flooring underneath his feet, offsetting the cream colored walls. There were a few black and white portraits that hung around the space, green from the plants that gave a natural accent while traditional paintings of the seaside added a touch of blue.

Suguru glanced over his shoulder to find his blonde haired counterpart leaning against the arched wall that led into the bedroom while you hesitantly stood in front of the television stand. 

“Not necessarily...” you added, your low voice prompting both men to raise their brows out of curiosity. 

Your fingers thrummed over the rattan material of the stand, before turning around to crouch on your heel as you pulled open one of the doors on the low shelf. The two men watched your arm dig into the back, the sound of clinking glasses singing against your touch. 

When you stood up you were holding a bottle of liquid gold.

You bit your bottom lip nervously, tapping your nails against the cap as Nanami casually approached you. You didn't realize how big his palms were until he retracted the item from your grasp, the whiskey weighing nothing in his hands. 

He swiped his thumb over the label, “you have expensive taste,” he approved, the hazel in his eyes reflecting the honeyed blend swirling in the clear glass. He released the cap with a pop as he walked over to the coffee table, picking up the only empty cup placed on top. 

Warm hands held yours, with Suguru taking you between his fingers as he casually strolled backward. He sat down on the edge of the bed while you stood  before him.

Your flustered expression caught him off guard, considering that he had his tongue down your throat only minutes before. At first, he figured you might not be willing to follow through with this little tryst, but when your gaze met his a sense of pride glimmered in his eyes. 

You were on edge due to anticipation, not uncertainty. 

Looking down at those unfairly handsome features, your gaze drifted to the thin brows framing Suguru’s sharp eyes, before following the straight line of his nose bridge and perfectly sculpted jaw that you were tempted to trace with your fingers. His beautiful mane was pulled into a bun but a wild section layered the front of his face. Two gauges decorated his lobes and the wolfish grin upturning those lips subconsciously made you sigh from how undeniably beautiful he is. 

“You’re just full of surprises aren’t you,” the sorcerer teased, referring to your secret stash hidden underneath the television stand.

His right hand still held yours as his thumb stroked the inside of your palm. 

“I don’t actually drink them...” you admitted shamefully, “I just...saw it on display and decided to splurge in the spur of the moment...” 

Nanami perched himself by his co-worker’s side, the bed dipping from the weight of his strong body. His blonde locks shimmered next to the dark haired sorcerer, the colors a contrast of gold and coal. The back layers of his freshly trimmed hair showed off his undercut and the tendons of his neck. The shape of his eyes were similar to Suguru’s, but their was a heat swirling in those irises that subdued Suguru’s cold, teasing glances.

If Suguru’s beauty was laced with sin, then Nanami’s was surrounded in a halo of light. 

Up close, he was breath taking. 

You watched him bring the glass to his lips, taking a sip of the whiskey and exhaling as the delicious liquid coated his tongue. He clenched his jaw, emphasizing the cut of his cheekbones before finally relaxing as he swallowed. 

“That’s delicious,” Nanami complimented, returning to look at you from under his lashes. “Want some?” 

He extended his hand out but you politely declined.

“The good wife doesn’t drink...” Suguru teased, “Out of respect for your husband, perhaps?” 

You visibly rolled your eyes and Suguru responded by gently swaying your hand back and forth in a playful manner. 

“My husband doesn’t deserve my respect,” you snapped without any consideration, the coldness in your words catching both men by surprise. 

Nanami nudged Suguru with his shoulder, “don’t spoil the fun with your bullshit...” 

“Fine. If she can’t handle a little banter then I think I would like to revisit our discussion earlier,” Suguru deflected, “...have you really never touched yourself?” 

“Isn’t that my husband’s job?” you bitterly questioned, the anger still heavy in your words with your brows pinching in the front to show off your agitation. “I’m supposed to just do everything myself apparently...” 

“Forget about that idiot for a second,” Nanami chimed in, hoping to save you from spiraling too deep down a black hole. “...we aren’t talking about him. We are talking about you.” 

“Satoru told me that you’ve never had experience prior to being with him but before you got married...” Suguru emphasized, “What did you do to...you know, take care of yourself?” 

The heat flooded into your body, your lungs tightening as you held your breath. “Nothing,” you finally confessed. “I wasn’t blessed with the luxury of privacy which has led me to become a little bit...inexperienced in certain avenues of my life. You have to understand what it was like for me growing up...someone was always at my attendance in case my family required me…” 

“What about at night?” 

You shook your head no at Nanami, “Two guards stood at my door at all times. My family needed to make sure I was monitored because they were paranoid with what I could do otherwise.” 

“The paraded you with pride in front of our community…not with fear,” Suguru pointed out. 

“Well, they are the only ones who have ever seen how bad it can get when I try to tap into my cursed energy. They have a reputation to uphold. I’m the double edged sword that kept them at the helm but also had the potential of being their downfall...” 

Sympathy masked Nanami’s face over the fact that you were imprisoned by something beyond your control. 

Suguru’s jaw tensed - the dark haired sorcerer loathed hearing this treatment coming from his own kind. He understood how much your family’s image meant to them. 

Everybody feared them because of the stories that they heard about you. 

What you didn’t know was that this was just one of the many reasons why Suguru Geto found himself attracted to you.

Meanwhile, an invisible weight lifted from your shoulders. Sharing even just a small part of your past eased some of the frustration dwelling in your mind. Gojo never asked questions about your family, because he didn’t care about their influence since you were no longer under their watchful eye. 

This only made you painfully aware of the points where your marriage was clearly fragmented. 

“There’s a first time for everything, isn't there?” Suguru hummed, attempting to change the subject

“There sure is...and you’ve got a lot to make up for seems...” Nanami added on. “Strip.” 

You froze, your fingers pinching into Suguru’s hand. 

“What?” 

Nanami paused lifting the glass up to his lips, merely arching his brow before speaking again.

“I said strip,” he repeated, the steadiness in his commanding voice sending a tingle between your legs. 

Suguru let go of your hand as he leaned back against the bed, resting his forearms on the mattress.  “You ought to listen him,” he warned, snaking his bottom lip between his teeth.

Your heart began to race, your hands reaching for the buttons of your blouse but you were interrupted before you could unfasten the first one. 

“Slowly...” Nanami ordered as he moved forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “Don’t rush...” 

You found yourself naturally nodding your head, taking your time to loosen the buttons as the silk material rippled across your arms and chest. Both men were focusing on your breasts, anticipation rising from all three of you as your skin peaked out from underneath the fabric. You drew it over your shoulders, allowing it to fall to your wrists before releasing the shimmering blouse onto the floor. 

Nanami stopped mid-drink and Suguru felt the front of his pants tighten at the sight of the intricately detailed camisole bra cupping your breasts and hugging your upper ribs. The cups were lined with sheer tulle, the smooth straps securing your shoulders as seven decorative buttons traveled down to the trim that banded around your body, ending a few inches above your belly button. 

You heart dropped to the pit of your stomach observing Nanami’s parted mouth and Suguru’s serious face. Continuing your action, you started working with the zipper of your skirt - an airy breeze gusting between your legs as it fluttered down to your ankles. You stepped over it, doing your best to balance on your heels while blissfully unaware of the stimulating show you were delivering to both men. 

“Fuck,” Nanami exhaled, his eyes traveling over every curve until he focused on the full frontal image of the pretty black lace between your legs, thinking of your wetness coating his fingers when he dipped his digits beneath that flimsy fabric.

“I know…” Suguru added as equally salacious images of you flickered across his mind. 

He perched back up, extending his index finger and hooking it around the tiny string that pressed into the flesh of your hip. He pulled your thong, bringing you a little closer until your legs bumped into the gentlemen’s knees.

“And how much did this cost you?” he questioned, snapping the string against your skin. 

You rambled off a number that rendered both men speechless.

“You do realize how much of a waste that is?” Suguru lectured.

“It’s pretty…” you murmured with a pout and the man laughed under his breath. 

“Whatever you say, brat,” he cheekily mocked, throwing a subtle wink your way. 

You grimaced, folding your arms over chest to shield yourself from how exposed you felt. You were starting to hate how much he enjoyed teasing you but something about him refusing to treat you delicately maintained your interest in his conversation.

Nanami passed his whiskey glass to Suguru, “finish this.”

He stood up from the bed, bringing both hands to your wrists as he pulled them away from your body. “None of that...”, he fanned his lips against your temples, making it pulse as he spoke in a low voice. “There’s no point acting shy now…but...if you want to stop all you have to do is say it once, and it’s over.”

You shifted your gaze towards Suguru, who could clearly hear Nanami’s words and he nodded his head in agreement. 

Coaxing you into submitting to their desires was one thing, but neither men had the intention of following through with this if it was against your will. 

Nanami stepped around you, a small width of space separating his chest from your back. He began to remove the blazer he was wearing, folding it neatly and allowing it to hang over his arm.

“When you’re in bed with your husband. Where do you like being touched?” He asked while simultaneously loosening his tie with his fingers. You could hear him step away from you as he proceeded to place his blazer, tie and glasses on the coffee table.

“Uhm…” you exhaled, one arm reaching to squeeze the spot where your shoulder and neck connected. “He usually does whatever feels good…”

“Which is?” Nanami pressed, his fingers moving to roll up the sleeves of his blue shirt and revealing those sculpted forearms.

“I don’t know, I’m…I’m too lost in the moment to pay attention…”

Nanami sighed with disappointment before returning where he stood. The heat from his palms sent goosebumps along your waistline and he pulled your back flush against his chest.

“If I made you touch yourself right now, where would you start?”

“She wouldn’t know…” Suguru nonchalantly interjected, chugging the rest of the whiskey in the glass.

You shot him a dark glare and tightly clenched your fists.

You didn’t know what to say because he was right. Every time you and your husband were intimate, you let him lead the way.

Of course you have thought about it all alone at night, but the act in itself felt so...wrong, you always psyched yourself out before giving yourself a chance to enjoy the experience. 

“I might be able to help. I’ve got an eye for these things...” Nanami soothed, his thumb circling over your skin. 

Suguru placed the empty glass on the ground, adjusting his position so he was seated in front of you with his knees spread wide. “Let’s put that to the test…”

“Are you questioning my ability?” Nanami challenged.

“Maybe,” Suguru grinned, “show me all her weak points.”

Nanami let go of your waist, his jaw grazing the side of your head as he molded your body into his. You felt his fingers trace the shell of your ear, swooping to the back to draw a line.

“Her neck,” he breathed, a fire burning in your lower belly from the graveled tone of his voice. A shiver ran down the the nape, feeling him tap the sweet spot along the side. “…especially here.”

His voice alone made you aware of your arousal and you clenched your thighs together as a result. Your eyes fell heavy when you felt him peck you gently on the very same spot.

He circled his finger around one wrist, bringing the tips of your digits to your neck. 

“If you ever want to know how to begin, start here,” he explained, releasing you as he watched you lightly drag your nail up and down the side of your neck. “How does that feel?” 

You shivered against your own touch before stopping yourself from carrying on, “it feels...funny...”

Nanami brought both hands to squeeze your shoulders, sliding them over your collarbones and lowering his palms to your breasts. He brushed his knuckles back up to graze your hardened nipples, a smile twitching his lips as he glanced over at Suguru. 

“Mmm, she’s pretty sensitive here…” Nanami announced, his stiff cock poking at you from behind as the heat bloomed from your chest to your cheeks. 

Suguru wet his lips, his large hands digging into his thighs as he tensed.

“That’s good to know.”

His words were laced with pure lust but you could barely focus on his hungry stare as Nanami moved to draw a tiny circle around your naval.

Your back arched slightly, your right hand immediately moving to grab his wrist and halting his exploration.

“Ticklish are we?” the blonde hid another smile, a pleasing glint shining in his eyes. His hands returned back to your chest, fingers hooking underneath material of your bra as he pulled it to sit just underneath your breasts. 

“Play with yourself,” he instructed.

Your hands naturally cupped your chest, kneading and massaging them with unfamiliarity.

“Can you feel how hard your nipples are?" Nanami coaxed, "Mimic my movements, stroke them with your fingers. Yes, just like that...” 

Your heart thumped gently as goosebumps freckled your entire body. Nanami was studying you with precision and you figured that his ability to read you so well had something to do with his cursed technique.

Your fingers were tweaking and pulling at your tender buds, and through your clouded gaze you watched as Suguru blatantly grabbed the impressive outline of his dick from over his pants. 

“Fuck, I can't wait to put those pretty tits in my mouth..." he rasped, and you audibly moaned in response as Nanami rutted softly into you from behind.

"Are you enjoying him watching you?" The blonde questioned.

"Yes..."

"Tell me, what else are you enjoying?" Nanami swirled his fingers around your naval, making you squeak as he held you firmly by your waist with his other hand. "That possibly?"

"Mhmm..."

"What else?"

"Your..." you puffed, "your voice."

He circled his hands behind you, tips of his digits dragging over the small over of your back and earning another surprised whimper on your part.

“Bet you didn’t know it felt good to be touched here, hmmm?”

He deliberately drawled out his hum, his voice getting deeper and lower the more he spoke.

He knew Suguru was paying attention to where he was touching you, finally finding the last spot as he glided his knuckles down the back of your thighs.

“…and here.”

“Impressive,” Suguru complimented, focusing on the drunken haze in your eyes while his hand massaged the length of his swollen bulge.

Nanami returned back to standing.

"Touch your pussy and tell me how good it feels"

His breath was hot on your neck, his tongue dragging upward until you felt him nibble and suck on your skin.

With one hand still on your chest, the other began snaking its way to reach for your pulsing cunt. You cupped your hand between your legs, your middle finger dragging up the slit of your completely drenched panties.

"Feels…soo wet...” 

The saccharine words that came out of you drove Nanami’s patience. He spun you on your heel until you were chest to chest, one of his hands tilting your chin upward with his thumb pressing down as he focused on the outline of your pretty mouth. He’s just managed to find all the special places on your body in a matter of seconds, but he wasn’t going to neglect just how much you also enjoyed being kissed. 

The begging expression on your face was enough to convince him to lean in. 

His soft mouth overlapped yours, capturing your bottom lip in a tender gesture before he lifted away slightly, making a subtle popping sound as he released your lip. He ran his wet tongue across your own, slipping it back into your mouth as he warmly kissed you. Your legs turned to jelly, your body barely able to balance on the pointed ends of your heels and you wound up gripping onto his shirt in a frenzy as you held him for support. The smacking wet noises echoed around the room, with Suguru growing restless watching you both in a heated make out session.

As much as the dark haired sorcerer was tempted to rip you from his co-worker’s arms, he understood that both men wanted to control the situation. 

Maintaining a level of patience evened out the playing field.

So, he carried on watching as pink tongues flicked over one another, your leg lifting to hook over Nanami’s hip and he held you in place to slowly grind into you, ensuring that you felt his rigid length before positioning you on the edge of the bed. 

Nanami laid you flat on your back, picking you up with ease and dragging you up the mattress with his strong arm before breaking away from the kiss. Nanami then removed your heels, tossing it over each shoulder as they tumbled across your wooden floor. He placed a delicate kiss on your nose, whispering“don’t move, we’re not done…” into your lips then climbed off you. 

Suguru, however, took the opportunity to swoop in for his share of the fun. 

“You're wet, huh?...” he boldly pointed out, his own hands moving to massage the meat of your thighs as he gradually spread your legs for him. 

His broad frame took up most of your vision, blocking Nanami who was busy undressing himself.

Two fingers slid under the upper fabric of your lace thong and Suguru gathered the material, watching it wedge between your lips as he tugged on it lightly. You weren’t exaggerating, and neither was Nanami earlier when the three of you were getting frisky in the car. The black garment you were wearing was tainted with your slick. 

He played with the fabric, motioning it up and down  to tease you before holding it in place again. The outline of your puffed labia nearly made him groan and he submerged his head between your legs to kiss you.

The first kiss was so light you barely felt it, but when he dipped his head back down again, the pressure had you lifting up slightly. Then you felt something press onto your fabric, your words climbing up your throat upon realizing that Suguru was now dragging his tongue over your clothed cunt. 

“Ooh...” you hiccuped, nearly blacking out from the sensation as he zig zagged against you. You felt him hover over your clothed clit, but the cruel bastard was giving you no attention where you needed it the most. 

You naturally rolled your hips into his mouth out of desperation.

“You want more, sweetheart?” he inquired seductively, lifting his head to look at you. “You’re going to have to use your words...” 

You pressed your lips together, too embarrassed to ask for what you want. Instead you stared at him with doe eyes, hoping your pleading expression was enough for him to tug your panties aside and taste how sweet you are. 

Suguru clicked his tongue instead, ignoring the obvious desperation across your face. 

“I’ll just keep going then...” 

He tortured you by lewdly using the fabric of your panties to stimulate you and placing sloppy, wet kisses on your concealed pussy again...

and again...

and again…

“Wait! Wait...” you gasped, panting heavily as the dark haired man pulled away. 

“Yes?” Suguru inquired with mocking innocence. 

“Take it off,” you begged. 

“Why?” he pressed and you wanted to smack that smug grin off his face. 

“Because...” 

“Because, what?” 

“Because...I...” 

“You interrupted me for a reason it seems…but if you can’t tell me why...” 

“Please...” you whined, hating how you sounded but your heightened emotions had you caring less. “Please just...do it...” 

Suguru shook his head, “Do what? There are plenty of things that I could do to you, with my mouth...with my fingers...fuck, just wait until my dick’s inside you…” 

“You’re...you’re not being fair. You know what I want. Pleease...” 

“That might work on him,” Suguru informed, tilting his head to direct his comment towards Nanami, “...but that doesn’t work on me.” 

You shot a begging look in the blonde’s way but Suguru only shook his head disapprovingly. 

“Don’t act spoiled. I won’t let him get you off until I’m through with you…”

Your fingers clenched over the bedsheets, “I'm not, I just...”

“You just...what? Tell me exactly what you need...” 

“I want you tongue, Geto-san,” you sensually pleaded, repeating the same words that he used on you earlier and tugging at the sheets out of frustration. Your eyes traveled to your underwear. “Take it off. I want to cum…please, make me cum...” 

The corners of Suguru’s mouth lifted, flashing you his pearly white teeth hearing those dirty words from your pretty mouth. He loved how sweet you sounded, nothing holding back your raw emotion of desire.

He hooked his fingers around the straps of your underwear. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” 

A loud “snap!” followed as Suguru tore your expensive lingerie right before your eyes, the frayed ends of the straps falling to either side of the mattress. 

“Did you just…”

“Relax, you’re not going to even care by the time I’m done,” he reassured, his hot breath fanning between your legs, “and you might as well call me by my first name from here on out...” 

The second you felt his tongue stroke up your slit, you immediately melted back onto the mattress.

Suguru took his time, placing gentle kisses on your clit while switching between kitten licks. Once he felt your body fully relax, he then swirled the tip of his tongue over your swollen clit before taking it between his lips to suck on it lightly. You gasped when you felt him use his teeth to nibble at it before his mouth traveled further down your slit.

Two long fingers spread the petals of your pussy lips, Suguru’s vision growing intense watching you pulse before him as he began probing his tongue between your folds while his other hand guided its way over to your stomach. 

He mentally locked in all the points that Nanami mentioned and began caressing his knuckles around your belly button, feeling your stomach dip as you shuddered. 

A breathy giggle escaped you, and he smiled between your legs hearing the reaction. 

“Don’t stop,” you implored, one of your hands threading between the strands of his inky black hair as you nudged him closer. “...’Toru always stops before I-oh, ohh f-fuck...” 

Your back arched off the bed as Suguru pushed his tongue deep inside you, the tip of his nose pressed onto your clit as he moaned with approval. All you could pay attention to was the slurping sound from him relentlessly eating you out. Your face contorted with pleasure, your brows knitting together when you closed your eyes while your mouth circled in an “o” as your chest misted with sweat. 

Suguru brought you to the brink of tears, feeling your lower belly twitch underneath his palm as he gripped onto your thigh for support with his other hand. Your fingers fisted around his hair and you held him with enough strength that made him groan, the vibration of his response fluttering against your walls. 

Your soft pants and little whines surrounded him, your juices dribbling down his chin as he fervently sated his hunger until your hips bucked repeatedly as your thighs trembled with your orgasm rippling through in waves when your entire body seized. 

He let you ride it out with his mouth still latched onto your cunt.

When your eyes fluttered back open you were met with Suguru’s handsome face, noticing just how wet his lips and chin looked covered in your slick.  Suguru brought his right hand to undo his bun that you unraveled, his black mane cascading down to his shoulders and upper back.

He brought his face to hover above your own, his hair hiding the two of you in a protective veil.

“Do you know what taste you like?” he whispered, his left hand cradling your jaw as he nuzzled the tip of his nose over yours. 

You bit your bottom lip, shaking your head no as you looked at him innocently from under your lashes. 

Suguru smiled, bringing his lips to meet yours before kissing you feverishly, the mixture of his flavor and your own dancing along your taste buds.

“I could say the loveliest things about you,” he flirtatiously stated in secret, his eager tongue sweeping over yours, “but you haven’t earned my praises yet...” 

He pulled away, straightening back upright and taking the comfort of his shadow along with him.

The mattress sank as Nanami crawled next to you, his erection tenting his white boxers as he wasted no time in lifting you to sit upright. He tilted your neck to the side, his craving lips moving all over your bare skin as you watched Suguru unbutton his white shirt. Nanami placed his fingers under your chin, his mouth barely an inch apart from yours as he placed a chaste kiss on your lips.  

You both kissed, allowing the seconds pass. His hands were roaming all over your body, with his mind thinking of all the other things he would like to see you do. However, in the present moment he was desperate for his own fix.

He pulled away from you, adjusting his position so he was lying down back down.

“Straddle on top me.”

You obliged, situating yourself above his torso but yelped when you felt him reach for your thighs to drag you up just above his face then lowering your glistening cunt down to his lips.

“Try to keep up, love. Geto-san got his taste, but now it’s my turn...” 

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TAGS: @damn-geto @pensivespecter @hatake-uchiha @ekaterinatepes @jelly-jellx @lollipopd @rosenkow @shuxjodie @mikasackrmann @alreadyblondenow @nanamikentcs @komorebi-duende @mrsmorgenstern @artemisthestar @velvetlight333 @sluttoru @smoothy-ve @bisexualwomanofcolour @gl00mcore 

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(PART 3)

[piecksz]

three’s a crowd | (m)

pairing: reiner x fem!reader x eren

warnings: nsfw, oral sex (female recieving), cuckolding, male masturbation, penetrative sex, voyeurism, slight degredation, slight angst, light mention of drugs, explicit language

summary: reiner’s attempt at hiding his attraction towards you fails, but lucky for him, eren’s feeling generous.

words: 4.6k

a/n: this was so much longer than i planned for.....well.....shit LMAOOO

a/n x2: I FORGOT TO ADD if you guys wanna listen to the song i looped like 47 fucking times while writing this, bc i feel like it fits reiner in this one shot kinda well, u can listen to recognize by partynextdoor (feat. drake) :p enjoy

Reiner hated Eren.

He hadn’t gone into living with someone he’d never met in person before with innumerable expectations, but he wasn’t banking on his roommate to be his polar opposite. He hated the sound of Eren’s riotous music into the early hours of dawn. He hated the unbearable malodor of his marijuana dependence, and he hated the way he carried himself with an intolerable air of arrogance, but as much as Eren’s living habits irritated him, it was the fact that Eren had you that presided over all of his grievances.

Being a witness to it made Reiner sick, knowing that you were leagues above Eren, and surely you deserved someone respectable, but somehow he’d charmed you into a long-term relationship, and Reiner wondered how he’d managed it. If by some miracle it had been up to him, Reiner speculated that he would be a viable match for you--that was if he had those sentiments for you--and he reassured himself he didn’t hold any promiscuous feelings towards his roommate’s girlfriend.

Yet it was hard for Reiner to rationalize the obscene thoughts that pervaded his mind at 2 AM. His clock displayed the time in bold red numbers, an indication that he should have been fast asleep, but you had decided to spend the night, and he already understood what that entailed.

The walls in their apartment were thin and did an insubstantial job of muting the noise that traveled between rooms. Reiner boasted the privilege of having his room right next to Eren’s, which meant he could hear everything that happened on the other side of the barrier. He heard every whimper, every groan, every time Eren praised you for taking him so well, and every time he admired how irresistible you looked while he fucked you from the back. The sound was so lucid he could count exactly how many rounds you guys had gone, and it was usually two, three if Eren hadn’t seen you in a while which was rare.

You two were hard to ignore, no matter how hard Reiner had tried, meaning he was also up late, listening while you two coupled. Your cries of stimulation, however, he didn’t mind as much. In truth, Reiner was always tempted to slip his hands into his pants and get himself off to the sound of your enticing whimpers, but he would discourage himself, deciding it was against his better judgement. Instead he would opt to cover his ears with his pillow, flipping over onto his side and dedicating his total effort to falling asleep.  

Of course, Reiner had long established that he didn’t like you, but he swore he could make you feel better than Eren could.

It was around midday when Reiner returned to their apartment after committing his morning to helping his long-time friend, Pieck, pack up the furniture at her studio in preparation to move. They were halfway finished with stowing away Pieck’s belongings before she realized they didn’t have enough boxes and apologized, asking Reiner if he’d be willing to return the following day to help her load up her remaining things. He obliged, guiltily happy that he was being dismissed early.

Reiner kicked off his shoes and ambled into the kitchen to set down the food he secured on his way home, but he paused momentarily to scrutinize the condition of the living room, discerning Eren’s obvious trace.

The TV was on, but it sat idly, blinking images of some prime time movie Reiner couldn’t recognize, and Eren’s drug paraphernalia was left scattered on the coffee table, his bong alongside his stray lighter and grinder.

“Eren!” Reiner had prompted him on several occasions, reminding Eren that just because he thought electricity was a necessary utility and should be free, didn’t mean it was, they still had to pay for it. He also requested that he put his bong away after he was done smoking since it wasn’t permitted in their building, but Eren seemed heedless to that demand too. “Eren!”

Reiner anticipated a response, but huffed when he received only silence. Leave it to his roommate to blight his good mood in record time. He mumbled inaudibly, swiping the remote off the table to turn the TV off, and then reluctantly bending down to tidy the space of Eren’s things.

“Hi, Sunshine. You’re up and about early.”

Reiner straightened himself out and turned around, unaware that you’d been over. He missed your approaching footsteps. Had you stayed the night? He didn’t hear anything from Eren’s room the previous evening which was unusual to say the least. Maybe you’d stopped by earlier that morning while he’d been out.

“Hey,” he replied meekly. “Sorry, I didn’t know you were here.”

Reiner’s eyes looked you over swiftly, slightly startled at the lack of clothing covering your bottom half. You were only wearing a loose shirt that stopped dangerously at your hips and a pair of lace undergarments, but naturally, you didn’t seem the least bit phased. You’d practically lived with them. When you weren’t in class or at your part-time job, you were at their apartment, leading Reiner to wonder if you forgot you had a place of your own. 

“It’s fine,” you smiled. “Sorry Eren left all of his shit out. I don’t know how I know the house rules and he doesn’t.”

Reiner snorted. “He knows them, he just doesn’t care.” His voice was casual although he walked hastily into the kitchen to avoid looking at you. He stored Eren’s bong in the vacant cupboard above the microwave before throwing his other tools into a miscellaneous drawer.

As if on cue, Eren wandered out of his room languidly, carelessly shrugging a jacket onto his unclad upper body. Reiner took that as a sign that his lunch would be best enjoyed in his room. He was already irked, and wasn’t in the headspace to deal with the current atmosphere.

“What’d you get?” you questioned, leaning over the counter with mirth. You paid little attention to the way Eren came up behind you, circling his arms around your waist and resting his chin in the curve of your shoulder. You looked more interested in the alluring smells wafting from the paper bag in Reiner’s hand.

Another thing he hated about Eren was his shameless PDA. It appeared he adored showing you off, letting everyone know that you were his, but God--how could anyone forget when it seemed he was incapable of keeping his hands off of you. Reiner himself recognized that you were a prize, from your lively eyes that were a marriage of subtle hues to the way your lips curled upwards when you grinned. He even noticed the curve of your breasts’ shape through your shirt. If Reiner had you, he’d want you all to himself.

He shook the thought out of his head.

“I just got something small on the way home.” He forced a smile. “If I’d known you were over I would have gotten you something too.”

“Why do you treat Y/N better than you treat me?” Eren asked, sounding only a little bit offended.

Reiner pretended to think before he responded. “Ah, maybe it’s because I don’t like you.”

You laughed at Reiner’s reply, and Eren only smiled, but Reiner detected something else behind his expression. Mischief.

“Do you like Y/N?”

Reiner creased his eyebrows together. “Of course.” He hadn’t read too much into the question. He did like you. You weren’t just easy on the eyes, but you were great company too. That was the only reason he didn’t mind lending their apartment to you as a second home, he enjoyed being around you.

You let out an exaggerated aww after he answered. “I like you too, Reiner.”

Reiner chuckled, shaking his head, but inside he was telling his heart to calm down. You didn’t mean it like that.

Eren hummed absentmindedly, swaying side to side slowly while you rocked along to his movement.

“Do you wanna fuck her?”

Reiner gripped the bag in his hand tightly, and his smile faltered in shock, reeling from the bombshell of Eren’s question. “What?” Did he hear him correctly?

You looked just as surprised, exclaiming your boyfriend’s name and craning your neck to look at him.

“I’m kidding,” he dismissed, but Reiner could tell he wasn’t from the way Eren’s eyes didn’t waver from him.

What Reiner didn’t know was that Eren had caught onto him. He’d known for a while, which was why he was particularly touchy with you around Reiner, showing you off, not caring whether you walked around their apartment scarcely dressed, it was because Eren enjoyed having something that someone else wanted. He saw the way his roommate acted around his girlfriend, reserved and quiet, more than he usually was, and he even noticed the way Reiner’s eyes dipped down to your chest in the moment because Eren was exceptional at paying attention to detail.

You must have detected how uncomfortable Reiner felt because you delivered a brief jab to Eren’s ribs with your elbow.

“Eren, that’s not fucking funny,” you chided. “Do I need to put you in time out?”

“It’s fine,” Reiner interrupted quickly. He didn’t want you defending him because you were oblivious. It only made the situation more embarrassing than it already was since, truthfully, the thought had crossed his mind more than once.

Eren reiterated his question, eyes narrowed at Reiner. “So do you?”

You sighed heavily and looked at Reiner apologetically. He could feel his face growing hot, and he prayed it wasn’t obvious he was as flushed as he felt. He just wanted to get out of there as fast as possible.

Reiner released a humourless chuckle. “Grow up, Eren.” He slipped past the two of you, but he didn’t get far.

“I’m only asking because I’m feeling charitable. You wouldn’t mind, would you baby?”

Reiner could hear Eren pressing a series of ticklish kisses against your skin, causing you to laugh through your answer.

“I mean, I wouldn’t mind if Reiner doesn’t mind.”

Reiner brought his teeth down hard on the tip of his tongue. He was surprised that Eren was so secure in his relationship that he would willingly allow another man to have his way with his girlfriend. He wasn’t sure if his suggestion was insane or ingenious, because Eren had taken control of the one thing that threatened any relationship: infidelity, something so unvirtuous wouldn’t stop him from loving you. You and Eren were so committed to each other that a simple fuck meant nothing.

Reiner hesitated, but figured an opportunity like this was rare. He had both Eren’s permission and yours, yet he still didn’t believe his sincerity until you were in Eren’s room, starting to strip out of your clothes.

His chestnut eyes drifted over to Eren, slouched lazily in the chair he casually pulled out from his desk. “You’re gonna watch?”

Eren lifted a thick eyebrow, resting his thumb under his chin with an index finger against his cheek, looking unimpressed by Reiner’s obvious reservations. “You think I’d let you fuck my girlfriend without me here?”

Reiner slid a tense hand over the back of his neck, rubbing away the uncomfortable heat that creeped up his back and diffused to the tips of his ears. He figured that was reasonable considering the circumstances, after all, he was only fucking you because Eren had allowed it.

There was nothing more intoxicating to Reiner than your bare form, scanty pink lace clinging to your hips the only thing preventing you from being completely naked in front of him. His gaze dipped from your simpering smile down to your collarbones and then down to your breasts, perfectly sculpted to your figure.

Reiner made no efforts to move despite his insatiable urge to grab you in his arms and make certain that you were left satisfied. He feared he’d look too eager to Eren who was observing from the sidelines, but you paid little attention to your audience of one as you sauntered towards Reiner, closer and closer, until your arms slid around his neck and you pressed your chest to his torso.

Reiner’s body was strung so tightly, he was afraid he might snap. It seemed you took notice of the way his muscles tensed once your delicate fingers ghosted over the nape of his neck because your suggestive expression waned, and instead, your eyebrows creased with sincere concern.

“You okay?”

He couldn’t respond, but to be fair, it was because his heart was hammering against his chest and he wasn’t sure how to make it stop. He looked over at Eren again, who, fortunately, didn’t seem to pay much attention to him. Instead, your boyfriend’s stare was fixed on your backside, likely admiring how luscious you looked from his perspective.

“I’m over here.” You laughed and pressed a gentle finger to Reiner’s chin, redirecting his focus back to you. “Just relax.”

He swallowed, chuckling to soothe his unease. “I’m trying.”

Reiner wasn’t sure why he felt so unassertive in your presence. He didn’t hold a record like Eren did, but he also wasn't abstinent by any means. This, though, felt different. He was dealing with several months of pent-up sexual frustration that could only be satisfied by you and no one else. He knew because he’d tried.

Reiner drew in a ragged breath as you leaned into him, breathing heavily through his mouth until you closed the space in between you two, then he continued breathing heavily through his nose. At first, he made no efforts to close his eyes, afraid that the imagery in front of him was a mirage inspired by his own imagination and would disappear if he so much as blinked. His lips were timid, body taut under your touch, but you seduced his mouth, reining him in until he melted into the kiss.

He pushed back against you with fervor and desperation, outlining the shape of your bottom lip with his tongue before nipping at the soft flesh. You released a quiet whimper, intensifying the lust swelling in the pit of his stomach, and Reiner forced his tongue past your teeth, claiming your mouth while his wandering hands settled audaciously against your ass.

Your hands slid over his shoulders and crafted biceps until they tugged hastily against the hem of his shirt, and Reiner immediately understood your cue, withdrawing his mouth from yours to give himself just enough time to slip out of it. He dipped down again to deliver another kiss, but he was deterred by the feeling of your palm against his chest.

“What? Is something wrong?” he questioned quickly, eyes darting back and forth between your hand and your face, worried that he’d done something to overstep your boundaries.

Instead of the troubled expression he expected, you looked rather intrigued. Perhaps impressed was the better word. Your curiosity was held by Reiner’s physique, a living work of art. Eager fingers traveled down the built ripples of his abdomen, chuckling once you felt his muscles flex under your touch.

“Jesus Christ,” you breathed. “Nice, Braun.”

A snicker emitted from the corner. This, miraculously, Eren allowed.

Reiner's mouth quirked upward in a subtle smile before he surrounded you with his arm, pulling you in for another kiss. He walked you backwards until you collapsed onto the mattress, and he fell on top of you, strong forearms holding up his weight. It was then that Reiner realized he allowed his lust to win in the war against himself.

He pulled away to recover his breath, winded pants fanning over your face. His surveying eyes searched yours before they lowered to your swollen lips. God, you were even more mesmerizing up close, heavy-lidded and studying him through a curtain of eyelashes. Maybe for once Reiner would admit he was jealous of Eren. He was fucking envious, bitter, and spiteful that you were his. He’d been a goddamn idiot to let things go this far, agreeing to Eren’s offer, because he knew one fuck wouldn’t be enough to fufill his need for you. He’d barely gotten a taste, and he could already promise that nothing would ever compare to this.

He found your throat and pressed a fleeting kiss to your pulse, moving further down until his lips met your collarbone. He nipped at the delicate skin, taking notice of the way your grip in his hair tightened. His eyebrows arched while he peered up at you, delighting in the way your head rolled back and forth against the duvet. He really wanted to suck at your skin, leaving dark bruises that decorated the path from your earlobe down to your breastbone, but he knew Eren would kill him.

Reiner dipped lower until his lips brushed lightly against your beaded nipple. You made a small sound of protest, but held his head closer, letting him know what you really wanted. His heart beat erratically against his ribcage as he curved a large hand around your right breast and suppressed a groan, but you released a breathy whimper.

He could feel the sound wreaking havoc in his brain. His balls were so damn tight, it would take barely any effort for him to cum, but he wanted to prolong your coupling as long as possible. He didn’t know if he’d ever get another chance like this.  

His thumb ran over the erect peaks of your breasts, captivated by the magic of watching your back arch and your body become aroused under his touch. He dipped a finger into his mouth, glazing it with his saliva before using it to flick back and forth at your nipple.

“Fuck, Reiner,” you mewled.

Reiner replaced his hand with his lips, sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth. The tip of his tongue swirled around it, coating it generously with his spit, while you made no attempts to conceal your intense cries of pleasure.  

Eren released an entertained sigh, swiveling back and forth in his chair. “She whines like a bitch, doesn’t she?”

Shit. Reiner had almost forgotten he was there, but he still released a hungry grunt in agreement, sending vibrations over your chest. He tugged at your nipple with his teeth, releasing it, and then soothing the sting with the flat side of his tongue.

He trailed down your abdomen, pressing hard wet kisses and stopping to leave a quick lick to your navel. He grinned against your skin when you gripped the sheets and breathed his name again, this time quieter, as if you meant it only for his ears. He liked to think so.

Once he reached the waistband of your panties, he licked along the fabric, immobilizing your rolling hips with strong hands.

“Enough with the theatrics, Reiner. Just do it already,” Eren groaned, sounding irate.

Reiner assumed Eren’s groan was only to stress his impatience, but once he looked over to him, he realized he wasn’t just giving directives from the sidelines. His bottom lip was tucked between his teeth, and his hand was moving steadily against the noticeable tent in his sweatpants.

He was enjoying this just as much as Reiner was, getting off to the sight of his girlfriend under another man, his roommate nonetheless.

Reiner suddenly felt strange. What the hell was he doing providing entertainment for Eren?

“Reiner,” your needy voice pulled him out of his reflection. His attention drifted back to you, watching while you propped yourself up on your elbows and slid your unsteady hands over your chest to tweak your own nipples, as if you were trying to hold yourself over.

He wished you hadn’t looked so tempting, even with your disheveled hair and sweaty skin, your vulnerable eyes fixated on him, and he was powerless.

Reiner hooked his fingers around your underwear, kissing a trail down the inside of your thighs as he pulled your panties down to your ankles before slipping them off and letting them pool on the floor.

“Spread wide baby, let him see that pretty pussy,” Eren stirred, cock now thrust out the top of his grey sweats and his swollen tip glistening with precum. His hand was wrapped firmly around his stiff length, moving slow while his breathing quickened.

For once, Reiner agreed with him, and he pressed his fingers into your thighs to aid you in parting your legs. Your pussy was slick with your own arousal, squelching as you tightened around nothing. You were even prettier than he’d imagined.

“Fuck,” Reiner breathed, extending two fingers to part your folds. Was he still sure he wasn’t dreaming?

He wrapped his built arms around your legs, pulled you closer, and lowered his head. He fixed his lips to your swollen clit, allowing his tongue to lap and circle around the tender bud every few seconds.

“Oh my god,” you cried, writhing against the sheets.

If he hadn’t secured your legs in his grip, he was certain you would have smothered him between your thighs out of reflex. He could detect the way you fought against his hold, but he far overpowered you in strength.

When he plunged his tongue inside you without notice, that was nearly enough to send you over the edge. You pulled on the sheets with a frenzied grip, producing a shrill cry your neighbors had certainly heard. There was no doubt about it.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you murmured, chest expanding and falling with labored breaths.

Reiner wanted to spend a few more generous minutes tasting you, he couldn’t get enough, but he also wasn’t sure how much longer he would last. His cock was hot and hard in his pants, and he needed to feel you around him. Even if Eren wouldn’t let him cum inside of you, he needed to experience at least that much.

He rose to his feet, working quickly against his pants’ zipper while trying not to tease himself by looking at you. He was worried the mere sight of you on the bed, spread and ready for him would be enough to bring him to a climax, but he’d made the mistake of looking at you anyways, hand between your legs, delicate fingers rubbing at your clit while you stared up at him.

Fucking hell. Kill me. Reiner thought. Fuck. He felt the throbbing heat of his cock, and he wished you wouldn’t look at him like that. He really wished you wouldn’t look at him like that.

“Look at her, so desperate to be filled. It’s almost pathetic,” Eren laughed, but it was clear he was feeling your effect too. He lolled his head forward, long brown hair spilling over his shoulders and obscuring his face while his palm worked fast against his cock.

Shut up, Reiner thought. His head was growing hazy, and he couldn’t think. He needed to be inside you, and he couldn’t wait a second longer.

Reiner let himself free while his pants and underwear hung low around his knees. He couldn’t even find time to delight in the way your face melted into bliss once you laid eyes on his thick cock, leaking precum in sinful amounts because all he could think about was his ache. He leaned over you, positioning himself at your entrance.

He’d been waiting for this for so goddamn long.

Reiner exhaled when you said his name again, hips undulating against his cock and wet folds stroking his tip. He watched as he pushed himself into you, filling you to the hilt, and once he was inside he hung his head forward, eyes shut tightly in a painful sort of ecstasy.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Reiner grunted breathlessly.

He groaned, pinning your hips down with his once you attempted to fuck yourself onto his cock.

“Stop moving,” he pleaded. “Jesus christ--please don’t move.” He stayed still for a moment, waiting until his sensitivity subsided before he started rocking his hips against you slowly.

Reiner couldn’t dedicate his focus to anything other than the feeling of your slick walls clenching around his cock every time he pulled out, and the way he stretched you out every time he thrusted back in. He wondered if you could feel the depth of his desire.

“Harder,” you whispered once, and then begged louder. “Reiner please, fuck me harder.”

At first, Reiner was worried. He wanted to be gentle, he wanted to savor you, and he wanted to make sure he didn’t hurt you, but your request had him picking up the pace, ramming into you until the familiar slapping sound of sweaty skin filled the room.  

You unraveled and became completely undone, letting out loud moans every time he drove his cock into you. Reiner thought the sound was incredibly euphonic as it fell upon his ears. You were like this because of him.

“How’s this?” His voice was husky and deep beside your ear.

Reiner was pleased by your lack of response. You could only nod, overwhelmed by the dual sensation brought on by him and the feeling of your quick fingers against your clit. You secured an arm around his neck again and wrapped your legs around his torso, clinging to him like he was all you needed. He wished that was how you really felt.

“Close…,” you murmured, and Reiner deduced you were warning him that you were near your orgasm. He could tell by the way your walls began to spasm.

Reiner felt the small of his back tighten, and he knew he was close too. He was torn between his release and holding himself back, not ready for this to end just yet, but his body betrayed him and he felt his cock twitch inside you.

Luckily, you reached your climax first, and Reiner watched in awe as your body seized underneath him, breasts bobbing with every jolt while you worked your clit into overstimulation. It wasn’t long after your orgasm that he made his last rueful thrusts. He quickly pulled out and clasped himself in the curve of his hand. He pumped his length until he released in quick spurts onto your stomach, covering you in his hot seed, and he kept pumping until he made sure he emptied himself of every drop.

His eyes quickly darted over to Eren, not to be odd or anything, but again, he had forgotten he was there. It seemed Eren had already satisfied himself. The creamy, white liquid decorating the bare skin of his abdomen and dribbling down his loose fist was evidence of that. Now that he had appeased his urges, he seemed disinterested as he reached over his desk and plucked a few tissues to clean himself up.

Reiner collapsed beside you, listening to the loud thudding of his heart as it delivered a few ecstatic beats while he caught his breath and began to calm down. He stared at the pivoting fan blades, and then his eyes dropped down to you lying next to him, sweaty and fucked out.

You were laying there with him, and goddammit he wanted to reach his arms out and wrap them around you, pulling you close so he could hold you and feel your heartbeat against his chest. He’d press kisses to your salty forehead, and then tell you how much he loved you. He wanted to stay like this.

Reiner's ideal vision dissolved once Eren stopped at the edge of the bed and extended his hand for you to grab.

“You wanna join me for a shower, baby?” Eren asked.

Of course, you took it, allowing him to support you until you were sitting up.

You released an exhausted laugh. “Yes, please.” You then turned to Reiner and arched your eyebrow in surprise. “By the way, not bad, Braun.”

Reiner gave you a small smile in return, but said nothing as he watched you cover your breasts with your arm and let Eren hoist you off the bed. You two slid past him and headed out of the room, but not without Eren looking back over his shoulder, shooting Reiner a shit-eating grin, as though reminding him who you’d always belong to.

[kaepop-trash]

I wish you would write a johnny one shot where he's being cold to you just bc he's jealous and he keeps on denying he's not idk how to explain just make it a fluff and him being a giant baby 😭

This said one shot and I went with it 💀 I'm convinced that Johnny would be sulky when he's mad but doesn't want to be. You can kind of consider this as a prequel to this tbh, sort of realised halfway that it fits.

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Summary: Johnny was your best friend. He took it to heart when you once told him that you trusted him with all your being. So much so that he disliked himself for growing feelings for you. The thoughts he had of you did not deserve your trust, and they were only made worse when you started getting closer to Doyoung.

WC: 2.6k (why?)

Warnings: none

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Johnny took a sip from his coffee, watching the interaction that was playing out in front of him. He knew that Doyoung was clearly flirting with her. It was obvious by the way he stepped a little closer, but it was also obvious by the way she laughed at whatever he was saying.

Usually, Johnny wouldn't mind these things. In the entire group, he knew that he was the one she was the closest to. He'd even told people that she was his best friend. But the moment from last week's party kept playing over and over in his head.

When the bottle landed on (Y/N), Taeyong had decided to throw a pity question at her on account of how drunk she was. 'Who are you most compatible with?' was an easy question that everybody expected the same answer for. So when she didn't say Johnny's name it was already surprising. But saying Doyoung's name had certainly caught Johnny off guard.

She swore it was true though, Doyoung and her had the same disdain for the outdoors and other people in general. She had even pointed an accusatory finger at Johnny and reminded him that he was too fit, social and happy all the time to be absolutely compatible with her.

Johnny took another sip of his ice-cold beverage, almost empty, as he waited for (Y/N) to come with her own order back to their table.

Eventually, Doyoung let her go with a wave. Probably off to class early enough to be on time. They were also in the same major, Johnny noted with a scoff under his breath.

Once he was gone, she finally made her way towards him, giving him an apologetic smile as she approached.

"Sorry, I was just asking Doyoung about an assignment submission." She pointed her thumb behind her after putting her tray down on the table. "I'm sorry, I know you have a class right now." She grimaced.

"It's fine. I'm almost done with my coffee anyway." He shrugged, shaking the ice in his glass without looking up at her.

"You can go," She told him, knowing full well that he wouldn't. "I'll just finish this up and go to my class in an hour." She told him.

"Okay." Johnny said, getting up and sipping the last of his coffee. "I'll see you later, (Y/N)." He announced with his eyes on the table, looking up momentarily to catch the way her face fell with a sense of inner satisfaction.

"Okay, what are you doing after your classes today?" She asked with a hopeful voice.

"Assignment submission." He told her before walking away.

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Johnny was lying in bed, scrolling through his phone when his door opened. (Y/N) stood at the entrance, yelping when the door hit the wall with a loud thud.

"You were supposed to be at the library." She told him. Johnny turned over, looking at her silhouette being illuminated by the light from the living room.

"Sorry, I guess I forgot." He told her, turning over to face his back to her.

"No, you didn't. You never forget." She walked around the bed to face him again. "What's up with you? I already told you I don't get these moody phases of yours. Just tell me you need to be alone or you're pissed and I'll understand. Don't pull all this crap with me, Johnny Suh." She stomped her foot on the floor.

Johnny gripped his jaw but refused to look away from his phone. "You're assuming too much. I told you I just forgot. It's been a busy week for me." He sighed, putting a hand under his head to get cozier in his position.

"Fine whatever." Her voice dropped to a passive tone. "Deal with your shit yourself." She added, the lack of emotion in her tone making Johnny look up to see her face— equally impassive.

As she turned to leave, Johnny sat up in bed. But she left in a rush, slamming the door shut so loud that Johnny winced.

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"Where's (Y/N)?" Yuta asked as they sat down together on the couch. All the eyes in the room turned to Johnny and he just shrugged in response, looking down to the floor.

"She mentioned something about going grocery shopping today." Doyoung mentioned, taking his phone out of his pocket.

Johnny clenched his jaw. They always went grocery shopping together.

"Yeah, she's asking if you guys need something and she'll bring it by tomorrow. So I guess she's not coming." Doyoung informed the room.

"I need peanut butter," Mark said out loud. "Johnny, didn't you say you wanted shampoo?" He turned to face him.

"I'll get it myself later." He told him, doing a terrible job of sulking in silence. Everybody gave each other confused looks.

Johnny stood in the kitchen drinking water when Yuta approached him.

"Doyoung's gotten really close to (Y/N), huh?" Yuta hummed. "It must be after that assignment they did together." He came and leaned beside Johnny.

"Why are you telling me this?" Johnny questioned.

"Because you know. He might not be as reluctant as you and actually ask her out. Then you'll just have to keep being jealous like this forever." Yuta shrugged.

"I'm not jealous." Johnny aimed a glare at Yuta. "Let him ask her out if he wants. (Y/N) is her own person. She can do what she likes." Despite the uncaring words, his jaw was clenched.

"She already is. Going to buy groceries without you and all of that." He sounded proud, "A true independent woman. Meanwhile, you're sulking and glaring at Doyoung." He scoffed.

"Go away, Yuta. I don't want to punch you today." Johnny grumbled. Yuta just laughed his way out of the room.

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"What's up with you two?" Taeyong asked (Y/N) who didn't stop sipping her drink, only shrugging at him.

"I don't know. Ask Johnny. He's the one being erratic all the time. Yesterday he came up to me while I was talking to my TA, pretending that everything is fine." She huffed.

"And what did you do?" Taeyong asked skeptically.

She just shrugged again, "It made my blood boil how he was pretending like everything is fine. So I just told him I'm busy and we can talk later." She feigned nonchalance.

Taeyong sighed, "You know he's not going to apologise even if he did something wrong."

"Well that's his problem, isn't it? I don't understand his random moods at all. And then he goes and does it with me. I don't make my personal issues his problem, do I? Why can't he just talk?" She sat back, arms crossed in defiance.

"You know Johnny doesn't make his problems other people's. Just talk to him now." Taeyong urged, thinking about how sulky Johnny had been lately. He knew very well that if he was acting like this then, at least in his head, Johnny thought that (Y/N) did something that deserved a cold shoulder. "You know he's a big baby sometimes."

"Well then maybe I want to be a big baby this time." She answered with petulance. "I asked him if he wanted to hang out last week, so I tried enough times."

Taeyong frowned, knowing that Johnny was being unfair then. "What did he say?" He questioned with a frown.

She scoffed, looking more offended than she had so far, "He said he's going for a movie with that chick he sits beside in Eco. So I said okay, have fun. He couldn't remember to meet me at the library to finish an essay, but movies are fine." She rolled her eyes.

Taeyong snorted, shaking his head. "I see."

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(Y/N) was busy in the kitchen with her roommate when their doorbell rang.

"I'll get it." Wendy announced while (Y/N) was busy cutting vegetables.

Shuffling footsteps made her look up to the sight of Johnny walking into the kitchen, panting like he'd just been on a run. His brows were knit when they made eye contact, wet strands of hair falling over his gaze and looking far too good for someone absolutely disheveled. She took in a sharp breath as her cheeks heated from the sight, the knife slipping a little from her hand.

"Fuck." She winced when the blade sliced her finger, looking down just as Johnny rushed to her side.

"Are you okay?" He asked, voice deep with concern as he took her hand into his.

"I'm fine." She mumbled, taking her hand from his and turning to the sink to wash the wound.

"Is it deep?" He asked, looking over her shoulder to her hand. She didn't respond, focusing instead of inspecting the area. "I'll get the first-aid kit." He said, walking away towards something. She rolled her eyes but didn't say anything.

When Johnny returned empty-handed, he had a lost look on his face upon seeing Wendy bandaging her finger.

"We keep our first-aid kit in the kitchen." (Y/N) spoke without looking up.

"Oh, that's great." He sighed from relief. "Does it hurt?"

"Of course it hurts, I cut my finger open." She maintained the same tone.

"Right. That was a stupid question to ask." He nodded to himself, shuffling his feet awkwardly.

"Why are you here, Johnny?" She asked with a frown aimed at her hand. Wendy looked up to give her a perplexed look before turning to look at Johnny with equal confusion.

"I just–" He paused, swallowing a breath. "Umm, I just wanted to hang out I guess?" He ran his fingers through his own hair, the way he did when he was nervous.

The truth was that Yuta had told Johnny that she was going on a date with Doyoung tonight. Something that he kept thinking about as he went on his run, till the point where he was running a little faster and definitely towards her apartment. But upon arrival, he had realised that he'd been played by the idiot liar.

"Wendy and I are just making dinner for the two of us and then we're going to bed." She said, still not looking up at Johnny. "So no hanging out today." She hadn't looked at him once since she stood in his room more than a week ago and it annoyed him.

"(Y/N)." Johnny sighed, and her frown only deepened.

"We have enough food for three. Johnny can stay." Wendy offered, giving him an apologetic smile.

"Johnny eats for two." She said, still not giving him a glance and talking like he wasn't in the room.

"Since you're not going to cook after this anyway. You can just leave that to me. Why don't you both stop sulking? Is this what Taeyong was talking about? About both of you fighting?" She looked between them.

"We aren't fighting." They spoke together.

"Yeah, Johnny's just busy with his friends from his eco class." She looked up at Wendy.

"Yeah, and (Y/N)'s busy finishing assignments with Doyoung. Her new best friend." Johnny chewed on his bottom lip.

She turned to look at him finally. Even with the rage in her eyes, the gaze alone made him sigh in relief.

"I asked him about one assignment. Is that what you're mad about? That I said he's more compatible with me?" She asked him. "Why can't you just say what you're thinking instead of being a dick?" Her brows furrowed further.

"You're one to talk. You've just been ignoring me and talking to me like I'm not even there. Why can't you say what you're thinking?" It was his turn to frown.

Wendy slipped off her chair, uncomfortable from being privy to a very heated and private conversation.

"No, sit down. Johnny's leaving." (Y/N) turned back to look at her.

"Don't be mean. You've been sulking because you haven't seen him for a week and now you're being like this. He's staying for dinner. And I'm not sitting down to bear witness to your lover's quarrels. Just kiss each other." She groaned, turning to walk away.

Both their cheeks warmed at the words, anger dying down to awkward fumbles.

"She's just being like this because she had to cancel a date to stay in with me." (Y/N) fidgeting with the scrunchie on her wrist.

"Oh," Johnny said, taking cautious steps across the kitchen to come stand in front of her. "I'm sorry for forgetting about the library." He mumbled, reaching out to trace a finger on her arm. When it erupted in goosebumps like he predicted, Johnny smiled.

When he looked up after, she had an expectant brow raised. Johnny chuckled under his breath.

"I'm also sorry for being weird with you. I was just in a mood." He sighed, "I didn't realise how mad you were till you got all quiet and distant. I was so scared." He carded his fingers through hers, using his thumb to trace circles on her palm.

"Scared about what?" She asked with a small whisper.

"Scared that I lost you." His voice was small.

It was the toughest ground for him to stand on. On one hand, Johnny was afraid of making a move because he was scared she wouldn't feel the same. On the other, he was also afraid that someone else would in the meantime. Both instances would lead to him losing her so he told himself that things were best the way they were.

"It will take you more than a bad mood to lose me. I don't want you to always be happy and at peak energy, you know? I just want to know what's bothering you. You can tell me, can't you? Don't I mean enough to you?" She squeezed his hand.

Johnny finally looked up at her, both of them taking a sharp inhale at their proximity. "I think the problem is that you mean too much to me." He smiled, lifting her hand to his lips and kissing the bandaged finger. Her lips parted with an unsteady inhale, as she followed his lips with her gaze as he pulled back.

Johnny's heart pounded at the realisation of his space. He stood with her hand in hers, close enough that he could hear her rapidly rising heartbeat. Giving in to what he thought was a daze, he started to lean in to close the gap he'd been so afraid of.

"Have you guys made up yet?" Wendy's voice chimed in as she walked towards the kitchen. Both of them pulled back from each other, the action making Johnny realise that she must have leaned in too.

"Yes, all made up." She patted her leg, letting out a breathless sigh. "Let's make dinner for four, Wendy." She smiled at him.

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[whatifyoulivelikethat]

weird, m | ksj

pairing(s): seokjin x reader

summary: Your roommate and best friend, Kim Seokjin, forgot to double-check the autofill information and shipped his package from the online sex shop with your name on it. Naturally, this ends with you tying him up and sucking his dick, and him tying you up with you riding him like a wild animal. Wait, what?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; friends with benefits; crack (sorry, I can't be serious for more than two seconds when writing Seokjin); yes, reader usually fucks younger dudes XD; smut (fem reader, D/s dynamics (both switches), bondage, m-receiving oral, thigh riding, cowgirl, spanking); non-idol!BTS - just two best friends fucking for sexual exploration, don't mind them

technically a prequel to love roulette, m | myg yes, this is the explanation to that mysterious package, but is it really an explanation or rather an excuse to fuck WWH, you decide

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“Seokjin, can I ask you something?”

“Hm?”

When Kim Seokjin looked at you, it was a bit like looking into the eyes someone much younger than you even though he wasn’t. He had that youth about him, the ‘here’s-to-never-growing-up’ sparkle in his large brown eyes, complete with parted lips in a small ‘o’ and, alright, yes, his Nintendo Switch in his hands.

“A long time ago, I asked you which way you think you lean, more dominant or more submissive, no?”

His handsome face flushed pink, slowly scooting away from you.

“Er… yeah, I remember…”

“What?”

“Huh?”

You poked him and he squeaked, slapping a hand over his side even though he was wearing a brown sweatshirt. Seokjin was always cold, even during the summer.

Your best friend was an odd character.

You chuckled. “Why are you being so awkward? I thought we were over this phase.”

Well, he should be. You had known Seokjin since elementary school and seen him, er, date was a strong word for what you both were doing in middle and high school, more like being bumbling messes and walking in on each other bonking classmates, but, hey, what mattered is that you both got better at it over the years.

It being sex.

Not romance.

You both still had only sketchy ideas about what romance was supposed to be.

“We are,” your best friend coughed, clearing his throat for absolutely no reason. “We are, I just…”

“Used my name for purchasing goods from an online sex shop?”

He choked and nearly flung his Switch. You caught it, swiftly placing it on the coffee table as you procured the cardboard box from behind your back, already open, address and name circled in thick black permanent marker on the rather inconspicuous package.

“W-What, that’s absurd, why would I ever–?”

You hummed pleasantly, sweeping the box away from his lanky limbs and his flailing hands. For someone who didn’t purchase goods from an online sex shop, he sure was interested in getting the box. He tumbled into your lap, and quickly scrambled back, black hair suddenly fluffed and wild from the movement.

“Something tells me you didn’t check the autocomplete form before clicking submit.”

You saw Seokjin choke on air.

He jerked away from you and fumbled with his phone beside him. You peeked over his broad shoulder and saw that he was scrolling through his emails like a madman, except Seokjin had a bad habit of never deleting any. He had maybe fifteen thousand unread emails to sort though.

“You don’t have to check. I am sure I didn’t order red cotton bondage rope and a leather flogger.”

Seokjin whipped his head around, face redder than a tomato, looking halfway between fainting and screaming.

You raised an eyebrow. “Is it for you or a mysterious imaginary girl that you’re dating?”

Now your best friend seemed to be contemplating holding his own breath until he passed out to avoid your questioning.

“I-It’s not for me!”

“Oooh, then who? You’re not an internet hookup kind of guy though… unless she was dumb enough to put her full name as her username, then she’s too airheaded to be a catfish–”

Seokjin flapped his hands, smacking you in your pajama-covered chest, sputtering. “No one! There’s no one! I just…!”

You caught one of his wrists, raising an eyebrow.

“Just?”

He froze.

Silence.

“… Seokjin?”

You left go of his hand. It stayed there, frozen in the air.

Ah, it seemed as if his soul left his body.

Rest in peace Kim Seokjin. You were the handsomest best friend one could ask for.

You prodded him in the side again and Seokjin doubled over, trying to cover his face with the large sleeves of his sweatshirt, long legs in black sweatpants curling up as if he could cocoon himself away from the conversation.

“Seokjin, you can be interested in whatever you want,” you snickered, placing the package next to his fetal positioned body. “I simply thought it was funny that you accidentally used my name. Although I wouldn’t use that flogger on a real person, only for posing in pictures. In any case, have fun being freaky by yourself and not for some mysterious woman you refuse to tell me about.”

You stood up, about to leave and give your best friend some space. You shouldn’t go too far teasing him after all.

“What do you mean?”

You stopped, looking back. Seokjin’s large brown eyes were peeking out of his splayed fingers, shifting awkwardly when you made eye contact. He cleared his throat. He was doing that a lot for someone who seemed perfectly healthy ten minutes ago, shrieking at himself for missing the ledge in his game and dying.

It had seemed like a good time to interrupt and embarrass him so you could save your eardrums.

He coughed and pointed to the box. “About the… um… whip… thingmabob…”

You cocked an eyebrow. “Isn’t it obvious?”

You marched over and opened the box, making Seokjin jolt and cover his red ears instinctively, but you ignored him, pulling out the black pleather flogger you had already unwrapped from the plastic – purely from thinking it was your own package, by the way, no other reason, surely not because you were mildly curious about what your best friend was into, nope – and you slapped the short three tails into your hand, wincing.

“This kind of cheap material is too plastic-like. If you use this on bare skin and hit too hard, you’re going to cut someone and I know you’re squeamish around blood, unless you secretly have a blood fetish too and have been a really good actor all this time–”

“How do you know that?”

You blinked at his question.

“What?”

Seokjin sat up, giving you a confused pout. “Why do you know something like that?”

Now it was your turn to shift your eyes around.

“Uh…”

Er… how to tell your best friend that the younger guy you were casually fucking for the past couple of weeks was, ah, rather knowledgeable about certain things, was, um, interested in teaching, uh, yeah, teaching…

Seokjin squinted at you suspiciously. “Is it that idol trainee that was here two nights ago when I was out drinking with Hose–”

You waved your hands very quickly, tossing the flog aside carelessly and slapping your thigh to silence Seokjin and his far too invasive questions. “Look. I just don’t want you to hurt anybody on accident, okay? Your rope choice was good though. You should always use an organic material for shibari, cotton, hemp, linen if you’re rich, but you’re a cheapskate, so–”

Your best friend narrowed his eyes into slits. “How much younger is that guy compared to you again? Hm? And what was his name? Ye–”

You slapped a hand over Seokjin’s mouth, smiling sweetly and dangerously, reaching into the box and pulling out the red cotton rope.

“I know a lot of knots now and I can tie a noose just for you, Seokjinnie.”

Your best friend, rightfully so, looked terrified.

“Now. Let’s talk about you, okay? Okay.”

You removed your hand and held onto the rope.

Seokjin gulped, but then shook his head vigorously, frowning. “What did you call it?” He was already moving past your death threat. Smart man.

“Call what?”

“Shi-something?”

“Shibari? Japanese rope tying?” You lifted the cotton cord in your hand. “Is that not what this is for?”

Seokjin blinked very rapidly.

You blinked back at him. Then it dawned onto you. “The diamond-y rope patterns where they’re all tied up and stuff.”

“Ah! Yeah! That!”

“You want that done to you?”

Seokjin jerked to one side. “What? No! To someone else. Maybe. No. What?”

You slowly placed the rope on his lap and scooted away.

“Uh… huh. Okay. Enjoy.”

“Wait,” he blurted.

“What?”

“CanIpracticeonyou?”

“Can you WHAT?” you echoed shrilly.

“Right, yeah, okay, never mind–”

-

“Seokjin.”

Your best friend choked on his own toothbrush and threw himself into the bathroom wall, colliding into the towel bar and howling in pain while simultaneously hacking up a lung.

“I’ve decided I am going to teach you some simple knots to prevent me from having to pick your naked ass up from the police station or hospital,” you said calmly as Seokjin half-died on the floor tangled in your mint green and his navy-blue bath towels. “And because I don’t want to have to cut some poor girl off your bedframe because you’ve blacked out running onto your door trying to find me.”

“I’ve never–” he wheezed.

“But you will if I don’t take precautions,” you cut in, grabbing your purple toothbrush and putting toothpaste on it as Seokjin attempted to collect himself off the ground. “Like that one time you ran into the window when that wasp was in the apartment.”

“That was a fucking wasp, you freaked out too!”

You started brushing your teeth. “Yeah, but I didn’t knock myself out and wake up with a fat bump on my forehead. That was you,” you gargled.

“Ack…”

“Anyway, I know a few things and I figured I would do a good deed and enlighten you.”

“Who taught you? Was it Ye–”

You jabbed Seokjin forcefully in the ribs and he immediately shut up because he choked on his toothbrush again.

-

“Why do you have scissors?”

“For cutting the rope.”

“Yeah, but why are they so big?”

“That’s what she said.”

Seokjin narrowed his eyes. “I hate you.”

“Cool, now I’m gonna tie you up. Give me your hands.”

You unwound the end from the bolt and frowned, nudging his knee with yours. You were both sitting on his bed, him cross legged and you on your knees because he was wearing black sweatpants and you were wearing no pants, just your usual large lavender pajama shirt with a pattern of yellow stars.

“Take off your sweatshirt. It’ll get in the way.”

“But I’m cold.”

“You won’t be because apparently this shit turns you on,” you snickered.

“Shut up, it does not. It’s the other way around,” Seokjin grumbled, yanking his chocolate brown sweatshirt over his head.

You paused.

“I thought you were more sub.”

Seokjin froze, head half-out of his sweatshirt. You waited. He didn’t move. You waited some more. He coughed and chucked the article of clothing aside, yanking his white t-shirt down and smoothing his hair, not looking at you.

You waited.

He smoothed his hair for a full two minutes.

“Um, anyway–”

You planted a hand on his knee and Seokjin tried to chop your hand away, only for you to snatch his wrist, so his other hand came up to stop you, but you wound the end of the rope around his wrist and bounced off his mattress, pinning your knees on top of his knees and making him squeak as he tumbled back into his pillows, bringing you with him. You had to jerk your head out of the way to avoid collision.

“My nuts!”

“I didn’t hit your precious nuts, you numbsku–”

Hang on.

You locked eyes with Seokjin under you, who gawked back at you, absolutely terrified.

“… You are still a sub.”

Seokjin winced. “Ugh, it’s just… I’m getting older, alright? I can change my mind…”

You could get off him. You could let it be. You totally could.

But were you going to?

No.

You straddled his abdomen and brought his hands to his chest with a big grin. Seokjin’s eyes turned into giant brown saucers. He looked ready to pass out and not from your weight because you weren’t putting much weight on him.

“W-W-What are y-you d-doing?!” he shrieked.

You rapped him in the forehead. “Teaching. Pay attention. Hands up.”

“You aren’t taking your rings off?”

He was referring to the three silver rings you wore on a daily basis – an onyx stone on your left middle finger, a goat-head shaped ring on your right thumb, and a skull with a jester hat on your right ring finger.

You raised an eyebrow. “Why do I need to take them off?”

He lifted his hands and gave you an exaggerated shrug in between your thighs. Come to think of it, Seokjin had a rather broad chest so you had to spread your legs pretty wide to accommodate and hover over him.

Precarious.

“Ah, perfect.”

Your best friend yelped as you wrapped the rope around his wrists, leaving the end sticking out between them, first focusing on loosely binding. He tried to break away, but you harshly squeezed his sides with your thighs, narrowing your eyes.

“Stop squirming.”

He froze at your cold tone, shifting his eyes awkwardly.

“Watch. Now.”

His eyes immediately snapped to your hands.

“Wrists together.” You nudged them so the inner parts of the wrists were touching. “A little space in the center,” you added, looping out the end of the rope. “I’m just teaching you how I learned it, there are a few ways, but the details are important so you don’t prevent loss of circulation,” you added seriously, waiting for him to nod before continuing. “So, wind it around a couple times, but don’t overlap. Four or five?”

“But I can still get out.”

You glared at him. Seokjin shut up and jammed his plush pink lips together, shaking his head rapidly as if to say, who me? I wasn’t talking!

“Turn it ninety degrees like this,” you demonstrated. “And start going perpendicular to and in between the wrists to create the binding. Line up each coil side by side. Mind the starting end here. Then…” You reached for the scissors and snipped the excess away, dropping the rope and scissors beside you on the bed. “You tie it off on the outside. I use a square knot, so this end over this end, and then retie it the opposite way. Try to break free.”

Seokjin frowned at the red rope around his wrists, twisting it this way and that, squirming underneath your legs. You put your hands on your waist triumphantly, nodding to yourself in pride. You did a good job! It looked neat and it was inescapable without tightening on any blood vessels to cause any dangerous loss of circulation.

Hang on.

Seokjin froze.

You froze.

You both looked down.

You smacked him in the cheek.

“Ow!”

“What are you looking there for?!”

“Why did you hit me? Why do you always resort to violence?!” Seokjin accused, jabbing you underneath your breasts with his bound hands. “What is going on down there?”

“Nothing! Stop moving!”

“No!”

“You–”

You closed your thighs around Seokjin’s waist and sat down on him, causing him to gasp, wind knocked out of him as his diaphragm was pushed up into his lungs, struggling with the rope between his wrists and resorting to slamming them down on the bed above his head. You growled as you towered over him. He started yelling, as he always did.

“Yah!”

You slapped your free hand over his mouth.

“Silence.”

He glared at you behind your palm, breathing hard. You sat on top of him, breathing just as hard. He was bigger, strong, yes, but not in the position of power and – being honest, after all – your best friend was never really out to fight you and win. He was more of a ‘I’m-going-to-be-stupidly-annoying-until-you-do-what-I-want’ type, which made him rather childish in some ways. You were more of the ‘I’m-gonna-beat-your-ass’ type.

In conclusion, it was a healthy friendship.

Seokjin started licking your palm and making crazy eyes at you.

Your eye twitched.

“Stop it.”

Unsurprisingly, he did not, in fact, stop it.

“I said, stop it.”

And you slid down, past the wet spot now on his t-shirt, planting your soaked panties on top of his crotch, grinding down, and, yup, Seokjin bucked and yelped, immediately stopping and seizing up as if he could hide the massive erection that you had been willing to ignore but he was being a little – nah, actually, an extra-large, supersized – shit and it was getting on your last nerve, so what better way to resolve a wordless argument (on his part, heh) then humping his hard-on?

You removed your hand and Seokjin had a brief moment to gasp your name before you slid the pads of your fingers onto his tongue, rubbing it roughly and making his eyes nearly bulge out of his head.

“I told you to stop, but you aren’t listening,” you snarled.

Seokjin whimpered, brown orbs glassy, pupils blown out.

You stilled.

Hold on a second.

You had a brief epiphany where you realized you were grinding on your best friend’s dick with him tied up and you were wetter than the Yellow Sea. This wasn’t some guy you picked up at the night market that won you that sleeping Pikachu at the claw machines, only to chat him up and end up with bed with a guy who was – ack, never mind his age – anyway, this was your best friend.

Kim Seokjin.

Oh shit, I’ve gone too far.

You let go, backing up. “S… Sorry, I–”

But then Seokjin’s plush lips closed around your fingers, sucking hard and you choked slightly, feeling his hips roll and the tip of his clothed erection hit your covered clit. He was glaring at you. You gasped as his teeth gently but firmly caught your two fingers. It did hurt, but only a little. Mostly it sent a rush of rather uncomfortable and mind-boggling arousal racing from your knuckles to your core, drenching your panties further.

“Don’t stop,” he mumbled around your fingers.

Don’t stop?

DON’T STOP?

His teeth let go, panting, staring into your eyes.

“Don’t make this weird,” Seokjin muttered, shifting his gaze. “Don’t make this weird, okay?”

His brown eyes flickered back to you. His bound hands were still over his head, black hair flaring out of his pillows, white t-shirt messed up, still trapped between your thighs. You paused, fingers slipping out of his lips, the pads trailing on his lower lip, turning it glossy with his saliva.

Your heart was racing fast.

He furrowed his dark brows and, for the first time, his serious expression made you think that perhaps, maybe, there was a side of him down there, the other side to the coin.

“I just…” Seokjin exhaled slowly, not looking away from you. “I trust you to do this. You’re capable and knowledgeable. I know you are. Word gets around with your, er, habits with younger guys…”

You felt your cheeks heat and you scratched your head awkwardly.

“Anyway, it’s fine if you wanna… er… get off. With me. Because I’m so handsome and all.”

You were thiiiiiiis close to leaving out of sheer embarrassment that instantly dissipated at Seokjin’s sudden unexpected self-compliment. Instead, your eye twitched and you squinted in annoyance.

Seokjin coughed, ears singeing bright red. “Unless you can’t, of course. Because it’s easy to fall in love with me, and that would be very bad considering I don’t want to marry you–”

“I don’t want to marry you either,” you snapped. “You’re ugly.”

Seokjin gasped dramatically, highly offended. “How dare you–!”

He abruptly sat up and you twisted back, only for his arms to swing over your head and sandwich you between his tied wrists and his chest, ramming you back onto his lap and his hard dick. You hissed and bit down your moan, not willing to admit it was mildly turning you on, because of course neither you or Seokjin hated each other – only in that classic way best friends hate and love each other at the same time – and, yeah, sure, you could admit Seokjin was handsome and cute and fun to be around, but he wasn’t the one, not that you knew what the one was supposed to feel like or knew if you would ever feel such an intense, romantic love, but you had this strange idea that the one for you would be someone who could understand you on a different level, and you didn’t have that with Seokjin even if you did talk all the time. You were quite sure the feeling was mutual and now, looking into his brown eyes with a scowl, you saw that the feeling was indeed mutual.

Also, Seokjin was an immature shithead.

A loveable, worldwide handsome, immature shithead. Redeemable.

Still.

You were horny.

And Seokjin was horny.

You weren’t going to date Seokjin ever, but your best friend was hot as hell and you could definitely bang him without any regrets.

“Let’s fuck,” he breathed into your face.

You raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t make it weird.”

Don’t make it weird, yeah, okaaay dude–

Your thoughts were suddenly cut off when Seokjin kissed you.

His forearms closed in behind your back and he pressed his bound wrists into your shoulder blades, pushing you into his solid chest and his embrace, taking your breath away. He always had good hugs, even if they were just to comfort you when your favorite flavor of ice lollys stopped being stocked at your local grocery store – still tragic to this day – and even when he was clinging onto you like a howling monkey because a cockroach was in the bathroom and he was screaming at you to kill it and nearly blowing out your eardrums, even then…

Now.

You closed your legs in around his hips and rolled your crotch into him, suddenly kissing him back.

He gasped into your mouth, your eyes half-opening, him gazing back at you, long lashes and dark eyebrows and glowing tan skin, holy shit, your best friend was handsome as fuck, why did other men even try when Kim Seokjin existed?

“Are you falling in love with me because I’m so handsome?” Seokjin teased, nipping at your lower lip.

Your eye twitched. Oh, yes, that’s right, because you’re annoying.

You shoved him and he yelped, clutching your back as you both fell onto the bed with a flump! You slid out from under his arms, skin prickling at Seokjin’s involuntary whine at your departure. Don’t make this weird, yeah, okay, don’t turn me on this much, dumbass, you are reminding me of… You pushed the thought away.

You didn’t want to think about other people when the person you were touching was right in front of you.

“What are you – yah!”

You gripped the waistband of his sweatpants and yanked down, exposing his underwear – bright blue, nice, nice – and his clothed erection, leaning in, hot breath ghosting over it, Seokjin jerking his arms about because he seemed undecided on either if he wanted to see or not see, but you let him deal with that in his own time, lowering your mouth, tongue extended, fingers splayed over his hips, silver rings glinting in his bedroom lights.

“You look like a demon,” you heard from above you.

You planted your tongue on the spot where the head of his cock would be and soaked it with saliva.

“F-Fuck!”

That shut him up real quick.

Your eyes drifted up, lapping slowly, barely stimulating the sensitive head through his underwear, closing your lips around it so the fabric clung wetly to the taut skin underneath. His cock swelled and twitched under your mouth; the action was mirrored by Seokjin’s jaw. He was clenching it along with his hands balled into fists, gasping for breath.

“O-Oh, f-fuck…!”

You were beginning to get the hint with each passing second of working your tongue around his rapidly hardening cock. Seokjin had put himself in the sub category when you asked back then because he liked to things being done for him. It was less about the mental aspect and more of the physical acts of service in his case. However, he wasn’t very good at articulating what he wanted and thus the natural pattern of someone just doing it led to, ah, exhibit A.

You currently parting your lips and letting your tongue snake out, coating the length with saliva.

But.

You could see it in his eyes, that burning intensity.

Maybe part of it was because it was you. He probably didn’t have those butterfly jitters of trying to woo a stranger or the nervousness of looking bad in the honeymoon phase of a relationship. There was already a level of comfort – and the ability to readily shit-talk each other at any moment – and so Seokjin was free to relax, even if it was a bizarre situation of sexual discovery.

“Take it off,” he growled.

Your fingers creeped up his sides, hooking over his boxer briefs. Slow, deliberate, kissing up his length, on the tightrope, dominant in your control, submissive in the action, raising your head so Seokjin could lift his hips, feathering kisses on the exposed skin and making him hiss and shudder, eyelids fluttering, slipping into subservience a little.

At the end of the day, who killed the unwanted bugs in your shared apartment?

Yeah, you.

“Oh, f… fucking shit…”

You tilted your head and ran your tongue up and down the length, licking up the sides and circling around the thick head, bordering on frustratingly soft, switching to wet, sloppy kisses when his hands raised, making him pause, gazing down at you curiously and attentively, entranced by the action. You ducked down, tongue slurping around his balls, lifting his cock, kissing, sucking, eyes closing, tip of your wet muscle drawing zig-zag patterns that soft skin.

Seokjin moaned your name.

A shiver of electricity went up your spine.

Alright, fine, you were getting turned on.

You wrapped your lips around his balls and enveloped them both with your mouth.

“Whoa!”

You opened your eyes to see Seokjin staring wide-eyed at you, hands straight up to stare at you between his upper arms. You almost laughed at the hilarious triangular-looking pose, but your mouth was currently full, so you restrained yourself.

“That’s possible?! You can put both nuts in your mouth at the same time?!”

Uh.

Where you supposed to respond with your cheeks stuffed with his nutties?

You hummed casually in response.

“A-Ah…!”

Seokjin gasped at the vibrations and the movement of your tongue slapping all over them, short, rapid licks all over his skin, watching him with a cocked eyebrow, but he didn’t even notice, hands dropping and moaning to the ceiling, his eyes closing and savoring the hot wet warmth and the power of your mouth, shivering as your hand slowly stroked his length in time with your tongue.

You let him bask in it before detaching and swallowing his cock.

“Gah!”

Seokjiinie, you thought wryly, we gotta work on your repertoire of sex sounds.

You spied him looking down at you, so you paused around the swollen head and slid your tongue out, circling and wrapping around his length while sucking on the tip and rubbing the back of your tongue along the underside.

Seokjin made a bunch of weird croaking noises that were, strangely, rather attractive. Okay, you could admit it. You were kind of a sucker for your best friend in the most platonic way possible… while in the middle of sucking his dick.

What?

He was handsome!

You began to bob your head up and down, tongue and lips descending, taking him deep so you kissed the base of his cock, head buried in your throat, waiting for him to glance down at you, hazy brown orbs under lush lashes, and you would peek your tongue out and lap at his balls, interrupting the tightness, causing him to swear and jerk his hips up, urging you to keep consistent speed and pace, all the while watching every single movement of your tongue. You kept this irregular pace, slow, then fast, then slow again when he looked at you, then fast when the ecstasy was too much and he closed his eyes, over and over. You could see that a battle was being waged Seokjin’s pretty head, between wanting to observe the lewdness of you licking his balls with his hard cock buried in your throat while also desperately needing to get to the fuck off.

“You… bitch… suck me off properly, fuck…”

You raised all the way so only the head was in your mouth and sucked, rubbing up and around it, swirling all over, teasing the slit and soaking the sensitive skin, rutting it against the roof of your mouth and Seokjin groaned, pressing his head back into the pillows, black hair covering his eyes, fists pressed to his chest.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, please, let me cum!”

His hips rammed up and you dug your nails into them, wincing as the head hit the top of your throat and slid down, cutting off your air, and then he began to thrust erratically, the position, inability to use his hands as leverage, and your resistance not letting him set up a good rhythm. You had to force him back down, popping your mouth off, snarling.

“I’m gonna gag if you do that! You want me to vomit on your dick or what?”

But all of a sudden Seokjin sat up again, grabbing your pajama shirt and yanking you to him, saliva dripping down your chin and then it was on his chin, a messy, savage kiss, ravenous need in his actions, pulling you to him, close, closer, you twisting and then gasping as he pushed one of your thighs down, planting your soaked panties on the exposed part of his thigh.

“Ah, Seok–”

He attacked your lips again with a light growl, sparks shooting across your skin, his thigh rising and bouncing you both on the bed, his legs still tangled in his pants and underwear but the effect was undeniable.

Seokjin was making you ride his thigh.

Whoa.

He bit your lower lip and sucked hard, your eyes fluttering closed, hips rocking, heat turning hotter, wet turning wetter, your sticky, sweet juices clinging to his upper thigh, your own pressed against his saliva-covered cock, wrapping your arms around him, close, closer, you thrusting your tongue in his mouth and him moaning before he did the same to you, starting a tug of war, rubbing harder against his skin, his muscle tensing against your covered clit, friction and wetness everywhere, too many clothes and no eye contact, one of your hands slipping into his black locks and tilting his head, deepening the kiss and inhaling his exhale, shuddering at the erotic nature of the moment.

He mumbled your name against your lips, still clutching your pajamas, stars bunched in his hands, fingertips pressed into the curve of your breasts.

“Can I try the rope tying now?” Seokjin whispered, voice gravelly and low.

-

“Excuse me?”

There was a ripped-open condom wrapper sitting on the bed.

“What?”

Your pajama shirt, bra, and panties were on the floor, along with Seokjin’s shirt, sweatpants, and underwear.

“Why are you – gah!”

You sucked in a breath as you sank down on his cock. Fuck, it was tight, tight as you lowered yourself onto his hips, Seokjin gasping and clutching the long length of red cotton rope that you had carefully untied from his wrists. You had even taken the extra step to massage them afterward, not that he needed it because of your careful work – good job, past you – but he appreciated it all the same, because deep down Kim Seokjin was a prince.

“Oh my God, you’re so tight, shit, shit, shit…”

You neglected to tell your best friend that you were both low-key proud of and turned on by your own ability to take dick without much foreplay. That little edge of tightness added just the right amount of spice of pain that amplified to the pleasure.

Okay.

And yes, you felt a special kind of glee as you witnessed Seokjin’s stunned shock and near passed-out expression from being inside you.

You held out your wrists and grinned. “Go ahead. Tie me up.”

Seokjin gawked at you like you had three heads.

You squeezed your breasts together with your upper arms, tilting your head with a devilish grin.

“God, you’re so hot, but you look crazy,” he wheezed.

Your grin dropped and your eye twitched. “Is that supposed to be a compliment or…?”

Seokjin shrugged, and moved your hands so they were in the better position for him. Much to your annoyance, he didn’t elaborate.

“Um, let’s see, you left a bit out to use as a tie and…”

You began to rock your hips.

“H-Hey!”

The side of your lips curved upward. “What? We’re multitasking.”

“We–?” Seokjin choked, gritting his teeth as you pulsed around his hard length, rolling your hips gently, adjusting until you found a comfortable spot so the head hit you in just the right spot, ah, yes, right there, spreading your fingers out over his chest, leaning your forehead against his, not quite going full force but a slow, deliberate rhythm that wasn’t going to make either of you cum, but, damn, did it feel good.

Seokjin shuddered, gasping your name.

“Tie me up, Seokjin,” you murmured back, caressing his skin.

His eyes darted up, saturated with lust, searching your eyes, and you gazed back.

You could be a real jerk right now.

His hot exhale washed over your lips, a shudder of nervousness.

But this was your best friend, and he was trusting you.

You tilted your head and kissed him softly, flush against his plush lips.

“Come on,” you nudged his nose lightly. “Do it.”

You viewed him from under your lashes. He shivered. Almost.

He needed only one more little push.

“Want you, Seokjinnie,” you breathed against his skin, hints of need and desperation in your voice.

A small smile danced on his lips, staring into your eyes.

You might have fallen for him a little bit in that moment.

“Okay.”

He kissed the side of your mouth, a teasing little peck, and you smirked, turning your head so you wouldn’t break the image you had created for him, but he was already looking down, busily occupied with your wrists, so you drew back, focusing instead on riding him, closing your eyes. You built a leisurely, pleasurable pace, leaning forward a bit to rub your clit against the base of his cock, sighing contentedly at the way he filled you, a wonderful, thick, satisfying girth that you could get used to, other than the fact that most of the time Seokjin drove you up the wall, but, hey, maybe if both of you reached a certain age and you were still single, maybe you could marry your best friend solely for having accessible dick…

“Ah! Perfect.”

You cracked open one eye.

And tried not to burst out laughing.

“Erm… well…” you coughed, tugging at the rope a little. It looked messy and rather hideous, parts overlapping and twisting awkwardly, but he had the… basic idea? It wasn’t like you were going to do anything dumb anyway, so it was pretty good for a first time.

Seokjin frowned. “I don’t know how you did it so neatly…”

“You line up the coils next to each other – ah!”

He seemed to think that was good enough and grabbed handfuls of your ass, causing you to tip forward and brace your hands against his chest, gasping as his hips thrust up into you, abrupt pleasure blooming up your core, sudden squelch of wetness between your joined hips.

“Come on,” he grunted, clenching his jaw, tone getting deeper and more dangerous with each word. “I have to get off, and now.”

He smacked his hands down on your ass and you almost whimpered.

Almost.

Seokjin drew back a little, giving you a strange look.

“W… What?” you managed to get out.

He tilted his head. “Do you like that?”

You almost said, no, of course not, but you stopped yourself, looking down at the red rope tied around your wrists, heat flaring in your cheeks, ass stinging slightly from his slap.

His cock twitched inside you.

Your eyes flickered up to him. A sly smirk danced on your lips.

“Yeah. I like the things you do to me.”

You saw Seokjin pause, brown eyes widening a little, black hair over his forehead.

You pushed him down on the bed. He gasped, but he was used to it now, gripping your ass and tipping his head back as you began to really ride him, waving your hips to ram his cock into your pussy, not even noticing the moan seeping from your lips, fuck, it was good, fulfilling and deep, your bound hands on his chest, fingers spread out and nails digging into his skin a little, but Seokjin seemed to be into it, his own nails sinking into your ass, pushing you down with every descent, hitting you harder, rougher, intensifying the pleasure, building onto it. Hot breath, warm skin, joined hips, loud slaps, rocking bedframe, your breasts bouncing with each thrust, gazing at each other through half-lidded eyes, not quite seeing each other but drowning in the gratification, the roughness, gasping sharply as his open palm smacked down on your ass again, making it bounce and jiggle in his hands, your core and thighs squeezing tighter, witnessing his tight hiss of desire, mesmerized by your sound so he did it again, spanking the other cheek, and you did it again, whimper creeping out, arousal consuming his handsome features, intoxicated by your reaction to his action so he did it again and again, hard, stinging slaps as you rode his stiff, quivering cock harder and faster, fuck, Seokjin must be incredibly turned on because he was so fucking hard, just so incredibly sexy how hard he was right now, even the pain was nothing but an injection of added carnal pleasure, throwing your head back and sinking your nails into his skin, fucking him recklessly, forgetting about hiding your moans, who the fuck cared, not you and not him because Seokjin too was crying out, the sinful sound of sex echoing off his bedroom walls, except instead of you in your bedroom putting headphones on to drown him out, you were in his bedroom, doing it, fucking the daylights out of him.

Alright.

You could see why girls wanted to date your best friend now.

Seokjin was a loud dork, but he had a great dick.

“F-Fuck, Seokjin, fuck!”

He had a similar response, although it was more a choked garble of your name mixed with, “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum, fuck!”

You must really be drunk on his dick because even that turned you on and tipped you over the edge.

Your thighs tensed and you moaned deeply, tucking your chin down and spreading your palms onto his pecs, wrists straining against the cotton rope, a rapid torrent of adrenaline soaring through you and then you smacked your ass down onto Seokjin’s crotch, whining as you came in vicious pulses of pleasure, clenching around his jerking length and you realized Seokjin was clutching your ass, pinning it down so you couldn’t move, shooting his release into the condom, so much that you felt his cock shudder and throb inside you, head buried in your deepest, most pleasurable spot, you feeling all of him and him feeling all of you.

Holy shit.

You almost saw stars.

“Hah… wow… I guess I can’t blame younger dudes for wanting this pussy…”

Your eyes weren’t open but your eyebrow twitched in annoyance.

“Shut up, Seokjin.”

-

“Come on, man! Look what you did!” Seokjin barked accusingly, pointing to his chest with red indents of your rings.

“Excuse me? I’m the one who has scratches and a bruised ass!”

“You’ve marred my beautiful skin! I should fine you!”

“Where’s that fuckin’ whip – get your naked ass back here, Kim Seokjin!”

-

Hm, well, maybe you would find your true love some other time. Maybe try gambling?

--

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[helliontherapscallion]

Going Mining (Adrenaline Junkie Part 2)

Part 1     Part 3     Part 4     Part 5     Part 6     Part 7     Part 8     Part 9     Part 10     Part 11     Part 12     Part 13     Part 14     Part 15     Part 16     Part 17

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: swearing, OOC sbi

Word count: 2,582

It had been about a year since you told your family about your tendencies. Since then, you quickly became efficient in the art of redstone wiring. The precious dust became your saving grace in a way, it was because of it that you stopped skydiving. Of course, you missed the feeling you got when you got close to the ground going at mach speed, but they were just intrusive thoughts at this point; you didn’t make any move to fulfill your desire. Redstone wiring took your mind off from it.

Lately, you spent most of your time in the basement where you set up your workshop to craft most of your supplies and write out blueprints. You were working on finding out a way to somehow launch TNT to make igniting it safer. You figured out that you could use a dispenser to plant the TNT, repeaters to prolong the time the TNT gets placed, a button to press to initiate the whole process, and use redstone dust to connect everything together. Now you have a working TNT launcher, but you have to find a block to use as a wall to protect the user from the shockwave of the explosion. You found out the hard way that the shockwave is enough to knock you back a few feet and give you small burns.

You reached over for more iron to make another repeater, but your hand came up empty. You furrowed your brows as your hand patted around the chest before finally looking over to look more closely. The chest was completely empty. You groaned in frustration, you could’ve sworn that you had more iron to work with. Looks like you had to go mining again. Sighing as you checked your redstone dust supplies, you supposed that you could look for more of that too.

Prying your goggles off from your eyes and placing them on your crafting table, you checked the time. It was almost sunset, which means it’s close to dinner time. You walked up the stairs and to the kitchen, where Philza was cooking dinner.

Sitting down at the dinner table, you greeted him. “Hey Dad, what’s for dinner tonight?”

“Steak and baked potatoes. How’s the TNT launcher coming up?”

“It’s coming along. At this point, I just need to figure out what block I could use as a wall to block the shockwave and how many repeaters I need.”

You remembered earlier today when you got the unexpected knockback in your backyard where you were building the launcher. Philza got used to the constant explosions, so he wasn’t phased when the explosion was louder than usual. He just thought you were using more TNT than usual, so he just resumed chopping wood. Soon after the explosion, he heard a thud and a groan coming from you. When he glanced in your direction, he saw you laying in the grass a few feet from the launcher. He chided you for not being careful with how much TNT you used, but he was proud of you for being so innovative. After giving you a health potion for your burns you got, he told you that you were done building for the day.

He hummed thoughtfully as he flipped a steak. “Have you thought about using obsidian? It’s pretty durable and it could withstand quite a bit of damage.”

You slapped a hand to your forehead. Why didn’t you think about using obsidian? Most TNT technicians used obsidian to shield them.

“...No, no I haven’t. You don’t suppose that we have any laying around?”

“I’m sorry hun, but we don’t. I could go mining for some though.”

“No that’s fine, I was actually going to find a cave tomorrow to restock on iron and redstone. I’m running low.”

“If that’s the case, I’ll lend you my diamond pickaxe. The iron pickaxe you have won’t mine through obsidian. Dinner’s almost done, can you go get your brothers?”

“On it!”

You ran up the stairs, hearing the strumming of a guitar growing louder as you approached Wilbur’s room. Knocking loud enough for him to hear over the guitar, the strumming stopped and he called out a “come in”.

Opening the door, you smiled at him. “Hey Wil. Dad wanted me to tell you dinner’s almost ready. That new song sounds great by the way.”

He put his precious guitar back into its case on his bed as he turned around and returned your smile.

“Thanks (y/n). Tell him that I’ll be down in a moment.”

Nodding, you closed his door and went across the hall to Techno’s room. Before you could knock, the door swung open to reveal your oldest brother. 

“I heard you tell Wilbur dinner’s ready. I’ll see you there.”

You stepped aside to let him into the hall and started to walk to Tommy’s room. You swung open his door and chuckled lightly as he jumped.

“Hey gremlin. Dinner’s ready.”

“How come you knock on Wilbur’s and The Blade’s door but not mine? I could’ve been naked!”

“You do the same thing to me. Techno and Wil knock on my door, so I knock on theirs. Now, get down to the dining room before your food gets cold.”

He stood up to his full height and casually walked over to you. In the past year he has grown to be almost 8 inches taller than you and he didn’t show any signs of stopping any time soon. To your surprise, he shoved you to the side and sprinted out of his room.

“LAST ONE TO THE DINING ROOM HAS TO DO THE DISHES TONIGHT!”

“NOT FAIR, YOU GOT A HEAD START.”

You sprinted after him, but he was ahead of you by time you passed your other brother’s rooms. By the time you got to the top of the stairs, he was halfway down them. There was only one way you’d win. You hauled yourself over the railing of the stairs and jumped, extending your wings to slow your descent. You swiftly regained your footing and sprinted towards the kitchen with desperation. You weren’t going to do the dishes when it was Tommy’s turn; it was your night last night. You laughed in an early celebration when you neared the door to the dining room. There was no way Tommy could possibly-

You yelped as you felt your body being pulled back and a slight pain in your wings. Tommy must’ve grabbed your wings. Falling on your ass, you quickly reached to grab Tommy’s ankle to bring him down on the ground with you. He landed on his stomach with a thud as you pulled him back as hard as you could. You crawled towards the dining room door, only to feel Tommy grabbing your wings again to pull you back. Wincing as you felt some feathers being yanked out, you cursed your wings for growing to be almost larger than your body and easy to grab. You slid across the ground as Tommy pulled you back and tried to crawl into the dining room. You reached out with your other wing and started battering his head to disorient him. It worked as he stopped and you felt him trying to swat your wing away so he could see. Making haste, you crawled into the dining room.

“OI THAT’S NOT FAIR. YOU STARTED HITTING ME.”

“All’s fair in love and war, gremlin. Besides, you pulled my wings first, so you technically started it. I wasn’t about to do the dishes for you.”

“I don’t know why you are the one calling me gremlin, you’re short as hell.”

“Oi, 5’2 is average height! You all are just way too tall!”

Despite you and Tommy arguing, you both were giggling and smiling at each other. The rest of your family watched you two in amusement for a couple of minutes before Philza spoke up.

“Alright you two, dinner’s gonna get cold if you keep it up. Tommy, (y/n) won fair and square. You will also pick up the feathers you plucked out after dinner. (Y/n), don’t jump over the railing again. I understand that you can fly but still that’s dangerous.”

You both murmured “yes, Dad” before taking your seats at the table. As the dinner progressed, everyone had small side conversations about how their days were. Dinner went by faster than usual, probably because everyone was tired. 

Tommy grumbled to himself as he picked up the feathers on the ground. Taking pity on him, you picked up everyone’s dishes and took them to the kitchen sink and filled it up with soapy water for Tommy. You washed and dried them by time he got done picking up your feathers. He was an annoying little gremlin, but he was your little annoying gremlin. You loved your little brother.

“...Thanks for helping me. You didn’t have to do the dishes.”

“It’s not a problem, Tommy. You already had to pick up my feathers. Er, sorry for hitting you with my wings, that probably hurt.”

He chuckled, rubbing his head. “It kinda hurt, but I deserved it for pulling out your feathers.”

You moved your wing in front of you to examine it. Only a few secondary feathers were missing, it was probably mostly your semiplume feathers he pulled out. 

“You didn’t do too much damage, no worries. I’m going mining tomorrow, is there anything you need me to pick up?”

His eyes lit up. “If you find a diamond, give it to me. My jukebox broke today.”

“I gotchu. It’s getting pretty late, T. We should go to bed.”

You gestured for Tommy to follow as you started to walk back into the dining room and into the kitchen. You two made comfortable small talk as you walked back to your rooms for the night. After changing into your pajamas, you plopped onto your bed and buried yourself in your sheets. You struggled to cover your wings before giving up and leaving them to droop off the side of your bed. You really needed to ask Philza how he covered his wings, they were larger than yours so he probably had a little technique he uses. 

Having wings kinda sucked sometimes. Besides not being able to cover them with a blanket easily, they didn’t fit on your bed if you wanted to stretch them out to their full length. When you were younger, your wings always fit on your bed and you would always keep them covered. But now with your wingspan being longer than your height, they were a pain to manage, especially at night. You always had to either sleep on your stomach or side and you couldn’t roll over without pulling a muscle in your wing. Because of this, it usually took you a little longer than most to fall asleep.

Your blissful slumber was interrupted by the light peeking in through your curtains. Sitting up, you stretched out your wings, smiling in satisfaction when you heard them crack. You stood up and grabbed your clothes for the day. Since you usually woke up a little earlier than your brothers, you always got first dibs on the shower after Philza. You yawned tiredly as you flicked on the water faucet and stepped into the shower. Now slightly more awake, you stepped out and started to preen your wings. Another downside to having wings is how high maintenance they are. 

After taking care of the rest of your morning routine, you went down to the kitchen where Philza was sitting at the table drinking some coffee looking as dead inside as ever. 

“Mornin’ Dad.”

He grunted in response. He was never a morning person, even after adopting four kids. You walked over to the chest where the food is kept and pulled out some eggs, bread, and beef. Usually, you made breakfast while Philza made dinner. You hummed a small tune as you flipped the eggs and turned over the beef sausages. One by one, your brothers joined Philza at the table and waited while you cooked. 

You grabbed four plates and sets of silverware from the cabinets and put on an appropriate amount of food on each, placing them in front of your siblings and dad. You grabbed your own before joining them at the table. 

“So, I’m going mining today. Is there anything you guys want me to get?”

They all chimed in with their needs. Philza wanted you to grab more iron and diamonds, Techno wanted some gold, Wilbur didn’t ask for anything, and you already knew what Tommy wanted. It sounded easy enough.

While the boys wrapped up breakfast, you excused yourself from the table and went back to your room to grab your satchel, pocket watch, iron pickaxe, and iron sword. Walking back downstairs, Philza gave you the supplies you would need today: a diamond pickaxe and a plethora of torches. “No staying out past sunset. Don’t mine down. Stay aware of your surroundings. If you see a mob, do not try to fight it, just try to run. If you get hurt, come straight home. If you get lost, follow the torches.”

“You worry about us too much.”

He sighed as he pulled you into a hug. “I just want you to be safe, hun.”

You smiled as you hugged him back and wrapped your wings around him. “I know, Dad. I’ll be safe, promise.” 

“You better, or else you’re grounded,” he joked.

You chuckled as you pulled away and said goodbye to your brothers for the day. Heading out into the brisk morning, you took in a deep breath and smiled to yourself. You had a feeling that this mining trip was going to be bountiful. You spread your wings and took off into the sky. 

Flying for a while, you spotted an opening in the ground. Grinning, you gradually landed before walking into the cave.

You spent hours mining precious ores, working your way deeper and deeper into the cave. You still had at least five hours before you had to start heading back to the house, so you thought going deeper wasn’t going to hurt anybody. 

You hummed to yourself as you passed multiple stalagmites. This cave was seemingly never ending, you’d have to mark it on your map so you could come back to it. The mouth of the cave kept getting larger and larger until it melded into a huge, winding cavern. You’ve never been this deep before, so you were excited to explore. Being mindful of placing down torches, you explored the cavern before you came across a strange looking block you’ve never seen before.

It glowed a luminescent green as weird looking projections (tentacles maybe? Was this thing alive?) flailed about before they fell into a relaxed movement and stopped glowing. Reaching out to poke it, you cringed as it felt weirdly moist and it made a slight squelching noise. It flailed about again as it glowed. You saw movement in the corner of your eye and turned to see another one of the blocks doing the same thing. How weird. 

Suddenly, the nearby lights started to flicker on and off, even your torches, as you heard a rhythmic thudding sound bounce off the walls of the cave. The thudding got louder and louder gradually as you frantically looked around for whatever it was and pulled out your sword. Hearing movement from behind you, you turned around only to freeze in fear. 

What the fuck was that?

[marahuyos]

@okaeri-doktah​: Ahjahajs okay so hiya!!I wanted to request something lovey and fluffy with Executor getting a workaholic Doctor to cut it out and take a much needed break lolol?? 👉👈And I hope you're safe and well sgshgs!! 🥺

*:･ﾟ✧ hi!! omg i hope i can do your love for executor justice hhhh

gn!reader | reader is doctor

tw: slight ooc executor im so sorry even tho i had him e2 and his skin for the longest time alsdjsofjisodf

File the papers. Lock the cabinet door. Then file away his shotguns.

The Sankta was methodical in his approach, always following a strict order to make sure he himself has order. Executor has lived with this way of life up until his recruitment to Rhodes Island. Well, before that, but he'd rather not subject anyone with his past.

Not when he has another mission in mind.

With a flourish of his coat, he briskly walked towards a certain area. He ignored the stares of female staff stopping to stare at him as he headed up towards the cafeteria, briefly nodding at Matterhorn as he immediately knew what Executor wanted.

The Forte grabbed something from the fridge and presented it to the Sankta. The lemon cake was placed delicately on top of the plate as Matterhorn provided a fork and tissue with it.

With a swift thanks, Executor got them and made his way towards a certain office. During his walk, he made sure not to bump into anyone or run fast in fear of dropping the cake.

As he made his way in front of two big doors, he opened one and, as he expected, he sees you hunched over your desk. Letting out a small sigh through his nose, he entered your office. The giant windows that stretched from the floor to the ceiling showed the starry night, no cloud in the sky. And yet you were here, writing down reports as if you were to lose your sanity tomorrow.

Or today, Executor thinks when he checks the wall clock. 1:42 AM.

As gently as he could, he set the plate down and raised a hand to shake your shoulder. As if your brain was lagging, it took a few seconds for you to lift your head and meet his eyes. He honed in on the dark half circles below your eyes and cheeks that had deathlike pallor. He maybe should've asked for the rest of the lemon cake if he knew you looked like this.

"Oh, Executor..." You yawned out, covering your mouth as you attempted to straighten your back. The Sankta had to suppress his cringe when he hears very audible cracks on your back and your neck when you rolled it. "What brings you here?"

He tapped your table in a slow rhythm, staring at the piles of paper. "You need to rest, Doctor."

You rolled your shoulders, more cracks sounding out. "Goodness, that time already? I'm not even halfway done..."

"Those can be done after you rest." He said as he watched you stand up. It was clear that you haven't stood up in a long while, when you stretched your legs and groaned heavily. Immediately, he went to the small cupboards that held refreshments and hot water. Procuring chamomile tea and your favorite mug, he set the tea bag inside and poured in the water from the kettle.

Hearing you plop down on the sofa made for deliberations with other people, he knew his mission was almost complete. All he had to do was follow with the last phase of the mission.

Which is to set the cake and steeping tea on the coffee table as he sat next to you. Your head immediately went to his shoulder, finding solace in another's warmth as you felt his hand card behind your head.

Kal'tsit would definitely kill you when she realizes the position you were in. Especially with the likes of Executor. Actually, maybe she already knew and she would always glare at you with disappointment without you knowing. But as your memories still haven't returned and you being the now-empathetic leader of Rhodes Island, you would break contracts just to be with him like this.

"The tea is ready." He said, nudging you softly with his shoulder. "It will get cold soon."

You hummed, snuggling to him closer. "Will you feed me, then?"

It wasn't like Executor to be mocking but you could make the faintest glimmer of mischief in his eyes when you said that. "No. You have two hands, Doctor."

You rolled your eyes, sitting up straight so you could pout at him. "I'm supposed to be resting, aren't I? I shouldn't lift a finger."

You expected him to persuade you to eat by yourself but the rule-abiding Sankta surprised you yet again when he leaned in. His lips were laid upon yours in a soft kiss, tongue slightly brushing against your bottom lip before he pulled away before you could reciprocate back.

"There," he said simply, enjoying the flush on your cheeks and not the deathless pallor from before, "now you have energy to eat."

[detroitbecomeyandere]

Spirited Away

It was going to be "the road trip of the century", or at least that's how your friends put it when they were trying to convince you to do something for summer break other than working. 

"Come ooonnn y/n, all you do is work and study! You have to join us, you're gonna die of boredom at this rate!" Audrey whines and throws herself over your shoulders, almost making you drop your overpriced coffee. 

"Not everyone has a scholarship or parents to pay for their degree Audrey, some of us have to work to be here. I can't afford to take two weeks off if I want to pay for the semester." Taking a sip of your coffee a grimace crawls across your face as the sugar hits you full force, "Remind me never to take a coffee suggestion from Rosie again." 

"She's a sweet girl so it makes sense she'd drink liquid diabetes, but stop trying to change the subject you have to go with us this year!" The red head pulls the cup from your hand to take a swig then makes a face that matches your own before dumping the coffee into the nearest trash can. "Girl, you haven't gone on any trips the entire time you've been here. Live a little for once in your life, we are just driving up to Bentley's family cabin. What's the worst that could happen?" 

After some more relentless badgering from your three friends and a promise of paying for this semester for you all four of you set off, and as you sit and listen to Bentley and Audrey bicker about if Chris Hemsworth was hotter than Chris Pine you were glad you came. All the windows were rolled down so you guys could enjoy the fresh air, and to help you with your car sickness. Your head was almost out the window as you tried to push the nausea away, the trees rushed by making you feel more sick. You shut your eyes hoping it will help and doze off. 

By the time you wake up the sun is setting, the car is parked and your friends are outside, unbuckling you get out and join them. "Man Bentley, your parents really let their house go, look at all these trees." 

"Yeah I've been meaning to tell them trees are so last century. Rosie got us lost and I'm trying to figure out where we are." Bentley was hunched over the hood of his car staring at a paper map. The blonde huffs and crosses her arms, "It's not my fault the phone signal crapped out, you should have downloaded the map!" 

You check your phone and sure enough you were in a dead zone, slipping it back into your pockets. "Bentley, you come out here every year with your family, how could you get lost?"

"I don't drive when we do! Get off my back and give me a minute, okay." 

Rosie opens her mouth to tease him too but is interrupted by Audrey shouting for you three to come see what she found. With a huff Bentley folds the map as the three of you make your way to her. Audrey was standing in front of a large man-made tunnel hidden behind old oak trees. The stone pathway looked old with grass and wildflowers growing wildly between the cracks, in the entryway of the tunnel stood a small stone tower that seemed fragile enough to fall over in the wind. Parts of the tunnel wall crumbled under Rosie's hand as she ran it across the plaster. "This place has seen better days. Who do you suppose put it here?" 

Bentley scratched his chin, "If I remember correctly, some company was building a theme park out here, but the project was scrapped when they realized no one would drive this far out to see it. Guess they laid some of the foundation before then."

Just then a gust of wind blew behind you inching you all closer to the entrance, "It's like it's pulling us in. Let's go check it out!" Aubrey states as she starts walking through the tunnel Bentley and Rosie follow right behind her. 

"Guys let's just head back to the car, I'm exhausted and could really use a nap."

"Come on y/n, how often do you get the chance to sneak into an abandoned amusement park? Let's make some memories!" Aubrey yells back at you from halfway through the tunnel, with a huff of annoyance you stuff your hands into your shorts pockets and start down the pathway. The tunnel was longer than you thought and the further you went in the more run down it looked. Maybe it was the darkness or the fact you were walking through a structure that could collapse in on you at any second, but something about this place made your hair stand on edge. There was just something unsettling about it and you seemed to be the only one to notice, your three friends just chattered on without a care in the world and ignoring all the possible danger.

The four of you emerge into the blinding sunlight, standing on top of a hill your group gets a glimpse at the abandoned theme park in the distance just barely able to make out the roofs of the buildings. "Ah man, what kind of amusement park doesn't have rides?" Rosie whines in disappointment and crosses her arms while she pouts. 

"Maybe it's more of a reenactment place than a park?" Aubrey reasons, ever the leader she walks on towards the park and the rest of you follow. You walk through a long dried creek bed and into the village setting, now that you have a closer look the buildings seem to have been Japanese inspired. "Maybe this place never opened because of cultural appropriation." Bentley clicks his tongue in mock disappointment and a little chuckle at his joke. 

"Shut up Bentley." The three of you say in unison.

The four of you walked around for a while just taking in everything, the buildings while old looking seemed to be in pretty decent shape and some even had little fountains that still had running water on the side of them. In the distance the sun was starting to set and you suggested heading back to the car so you wouldn't get lost on the way back. "Hang on y/n, there is still more to see. Worst case, we crash here tonight." Rosie replied. 

"Yeah worst case we sleep in an abandoned park in the middle of the woods where no one else knows where we are. That's a wonderful idea." You grumble back to her. You all continue deeper into the town until you smell fresh food wafting through the air and in perfect unison your friend's stomachs growl.

"Maybe this place isn't so dead after all, come on, that food smells amazing!" The three of them take off in the direction the smell is coming from and soon find a restaurant-like building filled with fresh hot food. "Hello! Is anyone here?!" Rosie yells out but gets no answer in return, "Must have just stepped out for a second." She says with a shrug, three of them sit down and start to fill plates with some of everything in their reach. "Guys I think we should wait till they come back, you can't just take this food it might be for something." Aubrey waves you off and stuffs a dumpling into her mouth, "We can pay them later, I have cash and Bentley has his family's card. You have got to try this y/n, this is the best food I have ever had in my life!" 

"No thanks, I'm gonna see if I can find the owner before we get in trouble." Walking off you hear your friends rave about the food as they cram it into their faces. The sun is setting below the trees, normally you would find the dusty oranges and pinks to be comforting but in a ghost town it gives you the creeps. You stop halfway on a bridge and look off into the distance, in the dusk the town was certainly pretty and you kind of wished you could have seen this place open. Lost in your own thoughts you don't hear the footsteps approaching you. 

"What are you doing here?" The question jolts you out of your zoning out and you turn around to find a man staring intently at you. His brown eyes almost glowed in the dim light and his short brown hair seemed to be slightly out of place. "You need to get out of here, now!" "Look if this is about the food I'm sorry but you don't need to yell at me, we can pay for it." 

"No that's not the… they're lighting the lanterns already. You need to get your friends and get across the river before it's dark. Go, now!" The strange man lunges at you and you bolt back the way you came from, you turn to see if the stranger is following you only to run flat into someone. You look up to apologize only to see a huge shadow creature, your heart stops when it growls at you and before it can grab your arm you duck around it and run as fast as you can. All around you more shadow creatures start to appear out of thin air as the once dead village comes to life, the darker it gets the more solid the beings become. 

After a final turn you arrive back at the restaurant only to find three massive pigs in place of your friends and before you can even understand what's happening a large frog-like man appears behind the tables and starts to wipe the pigs at the table. Once again you take off, screaming your friend's names as desperation fills you. By the time you reach the creek bed the sun has completely set and the only light comes from the lanterns from behind you. The once dried river is now filled with a fast current and while you were a strong swimmer you knew you couldn't make it across. Your knees buckle and you crash to the ground skinning your knee in the process and the pain only cements the fact that all this is real. Your friends are missing and you are stuck in this place that shouldn't exist. As the adrenaline wears off, tears start to roll down your face as the panic sets in, you go to wipe your face only to find that your hand is see through now. A full blown panic attack ensues as you watch your body start to fade away, shutting your eyes and wrapping your arms around yourself one last time, all you can think about is how your family would never know what happened to you. 

"You didn't make it across, you were so close." Your eyes snap open to see the man from the bridge and you try to stand up only for your legs to be cemented to their place. You reach out for his pants only for them to phase through him, "What's happening to me!!" you scream at him. The brunette kneels before you and pulls a little red pill out of his pocket. "Open, you need to take this before you disappear completely." You keep your mouth firmly shut not trusting the man before you, with a sigh he slips the pill into his mouth before pushing his lips against your own. His tongue pushes past your lips and forces the pill into your mouth and down your throat, he lingers longer than he needs to, probably just making sure you actually swallow it. By the time he pulls away your arms are no longer see through and you can feel your legs again, taking your hands in his he carefully pulls you to your feet. You open your mouth to question him when he suddenly pushes you against the wall, your face starts to heat up as his body pushes against you. After the initial shock wears off your eyes travel from his chest to search his eyes for any ill intent only to see that he wasn't even looking at you, instead his eyes were cast over his shoulder. 

"I'm sorry for your friends and I'm sorry you're stuck here. But we don't have time for me to explain, he knows there's a human here and he's looking for you. Hold onto me, I'll keep you safe." numb from everything you just nod and slip your small hand into his. 

In a flash the two of you are flying through the now crowded streets dodging every strange creature with grace. You glance up at the man next to you, his brows set in determination and he focuses on the route. Without warning he stops and you slam face first into his back, the two of you are standing behind a couple of bushes next to a bridge where dozens of monsters are crossing. "You need to take a deep breath and hold it until we cross over, it's very important that you don't exhale while we are crossing." 

"But why?" 

"When a human holds their breath on a crossway in our world they are invisible, if they see you they'll eat you. We have to go now, hurry, take your breath and stay close to me."

You take a huge gulp of air and grab his large sleeve and huddle close to him. The two of you make your way across the bridge to the massive, brightly light building ahead of you. Monsters of all shapes and sizes were flooding into the building. You pass one monster whose body was still a shadow but you could see that he was one of the more humanoid ones. His blonde hair was the only defined feature of his as his face was covered by a white and purple mask. Despite you still holding your breath you felt like he could see you, making you grip on your dark haired savior tighter. 

Your lungs and throat start to burn and your eyes water but you were nearly there, peeking up you see that at the entrance stands dozens of women whose heads were at least three times the size of a normal head. Their waving stops as they spot the man you are with and run over to him, they reach out to grab at his arms but he takes a step back shielding you from their accidental touches. "Master, you're back! We are so pleased to have you home, come in, come in!" They continue to crowd around you two stopping your journey and even though you try you can't stop yourself from taking a breath. The moment you do the women start to shriek as you start to materialize in front of their eyes, your savior lifts his hand and casts a spell on the women freezing them in place before taking your hand in his again and quickly leads you away. 

This time the two of you stop in a secluded garden area where he allows you to catch your breath before saying anything. "Those damn women, always clawing at me. You'd think by now they'd learn I'm not interested." From the inside of the building you hear people run around and start calling for the man, he looks up at the door and gives a tired sigh. "They're looking for me now, I need to go or else they'll find you too." Having finally caught your breath you apologize to him, "I'm sorry for causing you trouble like this, I just couldn't hold it anymore."

Turning back to you he pushes a strand of your hair behind your ear with a gentle smile on his face, "You did wonderful, I'm just sorry I couldn't have been more help. Now listen carefully, once things have calmed down go out that door and down the stairs to the boiler room. In there you'll find Hank the boiler man, you must get a job from him. He will try to send you away, trick you, but you can not leave until you get a job from him. That is the only way Elijah can't harm you." 

"Elijah? Who is he?" 

"He's the witch who runs the bathhouse, you'll meet him soon enough. I have to go now, be safe until we see each other again." Taking your hand in his for a final time he brings it to his lips and places a gentle kiss, he turns to leave only for you to grip his sleeve again. "Wait, you never told me your name."

He smiles softly at you, "It's Connor."

[hoaqins-funk-house]

Springtrap

Yandere

Male Reader

Part 1

Sitting in the black swivel chair, you spin once or twice before coming to a stop, grimacing at the feeling of sticky floors beneath your shoes. This place is brand new, how the hell are the floors sticky? 

Actually, on that note, how is everything so covered in dust?

Sighing, your mindless fidgeting comes to a stop as the phone, just as dinky as the walls around you, begins to ring. You pick it up but put it back on the table, eyes drifting to the laptop and swing-out tablet. When you flip the former open, you note the four buttons, each relating to something you would have to reset when it comes time to. The latter has cameras that are scattered around, including a separate tab for vents. There’s an option to block off vents, which sends a chill up your spine as you glance to the big ass one at your side.

You decide to block that one off for now.

Humming, you familiarize yourself with the layout of the place, deciding to ignore the shadows that crept through your vision.

Your unenthused eyes scan and take in everything. The replicas (you had seen the originals, and they were permanently stained with both the smell and color of pizza sauce and lawsuits) that were in and around the office, as well as the little bobbleheads that sat on your desk of the animatronics, which were, for some reason, human? You boop the one who you assume to be Freddy, hearing the familiar squeak. 

A small smile comes to your lips.

It was at this time that you realized you had completely ignored the man on the phone, but you couldn't really bring yourself to care. 

The little drawings that were put up were authentic; not just anyone could recreate what a child's mind spits out and decides to draw. 

That Freddy looks a bit fucked up.

The posters were cutely designed, and after getting the gist of what everything was and how everything works, you were on your phone the rest of the night.

When six strikes, you casually leave, giving the building a quick once over as you leave the doors, locking them behind you.

If every night is going to be like that, this is going to get boring.

-

He’s stuck.

This suit traps him like a rabid dog, eager to stay gripped onto his neck.

Still, things would be changing soon.

He can feel it.

He can feel it as a fresh breeze, the first in many years, hits his nostrils, sending a wave of euphoria through his system. The bloodied musk that hung in the dank room was not a pleasant one.

He can feel it as his body accepts this new host, more and more, until soon, quite soon, he will become one with his vessel. 

Just as the animatronics before him did.

He ponders. 

Why was he being freed from this prison of his own design?

Is he being taken somewhere?

…

Will there be a night guard to terrorize?

A grin takes to his broken lips as he ignores the pain and blood that comes from them. Oh, a night guard! Truly, that will be a sight!

He can't wait. 

For now, however, he must play dead.

My, that voice that shouts with excitement from behind him…

It sounds so familiar.

"Bring the truck around!" He calls. "I found one, a real one! It's got the rips, the weird colors, and what I am going to assume is pizza sauce! Ohohoh man, I hit the jackpot with this one! Fazbear's Fright needed something, and here it is!" 

His congratulatory tone made the man within the suit want to throw up. Finding him was nothing to be happy about; he is despicable, incapable of redemption, and an awful being. 

And you know what? 

That's just the way he likes it.

So to have someone happy to find him, especially for their own purposes?

He won't let it stand. 

Yeah, if this place has a nightguard, he'll kill them without mercy before burning the entire thing to the ground.

Might as well make it fun for himself.

As light peeks through, clearly originating from a flashlight, he feels his pupils shrink, resisting the urge to let out a groan as his weak eyes ache from their decades of being in the dark.

"Whoahoh! This one looks gnarly!" The same man as before speaks, probably referencing the organs and tendons that were showing. "C'mon, let's get it up!"

His grin only grows as two people lift him onto a dolly, beginning the move.

Goodbye, saferoom.

And hello, Fazbear's Fright.

-

Humming, you walk into the building, skimming over the decorations once more before noticing something.

The papers that had fallen onto the ground from before, they had dirt on them. Not surprising on its own, but when they were in the shape of tire tracks? 

You decide to follow them, using your memory of the cameras to guide you through the building, which was already rather linear anyway.

Entering the last area, you could see a rather dilapidated animatronic suit, with organs visible and its fur matted with blood. Real blood. The old Springbonnie suit was nearly green from how old and dirty it was.

Your eyebrows raise. "Is that guy just stupid or did he knowingly bring in a suit that has a dead body in it?"

Honestly, you didn't care. "Eh, whatever. It'll probably start moving when I start my shift… I've heard those rumors about the other locations." You turn, stretching, unaware of the eyes that followed you or the head that turned your way.

Damn, does he want to kill this one?

Well, he can think it over more soon. After the merge.

He grins again, feeling his uneven, gouged skin begin to flare with pain.

You exit the room fully, making your way back to the office with all the urgency of an ADHD-riddled person doing laundry.

Which is to say… not much.

You fall into the chair, cursing as the thin mesh cushion does nothing to protect your tailbone from the metal frame of the chair. The phone rings not a moment later, you picking it up and laying it on the table again, eager to ignore it just as you had done before. You stretch again, arms raising above your head as you begin to flip through cameras, finding the rabbit in the same spot it was in before. 

You yawn.

Hopefully it starts moving soon, or else the entire reason you took this job would be unfulfilled. 

You were bored, and you remembered this place from the times you had gone with your younger brother, who was now in his early twenties. You, however, were 28 years of age, with nothing better to do than 'investigate' the Fazbear's Fright that opened up. Still, if that rabbit has a corpse in it, it should make things more fun.

As you lazily flip through your cameras, you set it down and look to the side, seeing a rather dirty looking man with an eyepatch and fox ears. To his confusion, before he could lunge at you, you reach out and swipe a hand through his chest. You continue to swipe forwards and backwards, the incorporeal man stuck standing there until you leaned back.

"So, you're a ghost."

His mouth opens as if to retort, but he just gives up and leaps at you, you not even looking at him anymore. He closes his mouth halfway through the jump, and with an unsatisfied sigh, he disappears.

You continue flipping through the cameras, checking in on the rabbit a couple of times before shoving the tablet out of the way, opening the laptop to have it ready and sitting back in your chair.

You glance towards a shifting figure in front of the window, the hat and bear ears telling of who it is. He limps along, eventually falling beneath your view before seemingly phasing through the wall and leaping at you. You stare passively as he does so, him not completing the jump to instead stand in front of you, confused. 

For shits and giggles, you wave your hand through his chest once or twice.

"Why… aren't you… scared?" He croaks, voice ruined from years of no use.

"Oh, was I supposed to be scared?" You genuinely ask. "Uh, sorry. If you do it again I promise I'll hyperventilate."

"Don't try to… lessen your survival chances…"

"Okay. My bad." 

He sighs, and after annoyedly rubbing his face, he disappears.

You flip out your cameras once more, finding the screen obscured by static and a small error in the center. Lazily, you reset cams.

When your screen clears, you check the rabbit. He looks… strange. Like his body is evolving in front of your eyes. 

To be honest, you don't give enough of a shit to watch a potentially world-changing discovery if it looks that gross. You aren't paid enough to, anyway.

At this pay grade, you even coming into the damn building is volunteer work.

You check your phone for the time, seeing a cool time of one in the morning. 

"Aside from that science experiment gone wrong happening in the back room, it's still really damn boring."

However, it's still not boring enough to watch that transformation or whatever. That corpse (well, at this point, you kinda doubt it's dead) can do whatever the hell he wants with that suit. It's his body, not your business.

After another fifteen minutes of staring at a wall, you check the cameras to the sound of loud clicks and pops, now seeing a heavily scarred man with 1.5 rabbit ears in place of the suit. He takes one step out from his original spot, body heaving forward before he lifts himself up, looking up at the camera with a grin.

"Huh. That's new." You say, watching him jolt forward, continuing to take steps before relearning how to walk smoothly.

It only takes him a moment to rocket off.

"I doubt that's good." You mumble, beginning to flip through the cameras to follow him before playing a sound in the room behind him, making him pause. He turns, walking back with a confused expression.

Continuing to flip through cameras, you watch as the man, who you'll dub Rabbit Guy, wanders, seemingly having lost his focus. Hearing a sound to your left, you pay no heed to whoever it is, instead waggling your hand in what you would assume to be their torso.

"You're strange…" They say.

"Uh-huh. If you'd excuse me, I am currently working on keeping Rabbit Guy the hell away from me." Your voice is monotonous but sincere; you aren't trying to be sarcastic or mean, just trying to tell them the facts.

Glancing to the side, you see that it was a child, so you were waving your hand in his collar. "Oh, my bad. Does that… make you guys uncomfortable?" You ask, retracting your hand.

"No, we can't feel it." 

"Huh." You blandly respond, playing the sounds to lead Rabbit Guy back to where he started, before resetting sounds as you weren't able to play them anymore.

It seems like Rabbit Guy is getting progressively more and more annoyed at being led back, if his attempts to move fast enough to avoid the sounds or block out his ears meant anything. 

His body was responding to the sounds, not him.

It was then that he disappeared, so you check vents, finding him in one that led directly to the room beside your office.

You block it off, much to his annoyance, before yawning and sitting back as any thumps you hear from inside the vents come to a stop. 

You find him standing in the room where he had entered the vent, irritated as he glares at the camera. Preemptively, you reset all, thankfully right as cams and sound go out. 

Sighing, you lazily check through cameras, brows slightly furrowing as you look for him. He was completely gone, not in vents or in rooms. It really is unfortunate how many blind spots and shadowed areas there are.

When you hear the thumping of the vents, you search through them, only finding a stupid knick-knack laying on its side halfway in your sight.

Looking to your side, you peek into the vent, leaning down to see if anything was there. Your gaze meets Rabbit Guy's. 

"Shit." You say, quickly switching cams over to this one and holding down the seal button. 

Your eyes shift back to him, finding him way too close for comfort. As you lift your finger to let the gate close on the vent, the man (who was crouch walking) catches it, forcing it back up. You hear something grind that definitely shouldn't be grinding, and you have a feeling that that vent cover just might be broken.

Getting out of the vent, he stands over you, waiting for some sort of plea or… literally any response at all.

"So, you, uh… come here often?" You ask, leaving him genuinely at a loss. 

"Wh- was that a pickup line?" His rough, baritone voice catches you slightly off-guard. 

You weren't expecting something that was pretty much a zombie to have such a good voice, or a slight british accent for that matter. "Was it? Shit, more people've flirted with me than I thought."

"Really? That's all you can come up with before your death? I'd hate for those to be your final words." He lightly teases, leaning against the wall with a mean grin. 

You look up at the ceiling with a vague smile, his eyes widening momentarily. "To be honest, of any place to die, I'd much rather have it be in a place where I know I'll reach the front pages than in some random alley."

His grin falls into a frown as he watches you turn to him, the smile still on your face. It feels strange.

He feels strange. 

Why does a random night guard make him feel so…

So… comfortable?

You were calm, collected, not making any sudden moves or even attempting to exit the chair. Theoretically, the perfect prey, but not a satisfying kill. 

If he even wants to kill you, that is.

“What’s your name?” He asks, watching as you spin to face him in your chair. You would be taller if you stood, but he would still have a few inches on you.

“Y/N. You?” 

“I’m… William. Or, rather, I was, when I was well and truly human.”

“And now?” You ask.

“I don’t exactly have a name.”

“Can I still call you William, then? Well, if I live long enough to do so?” You ask, eyes moving up to meet his. Looking up at him like that… He wishes the hot feeling in the pit of his stomach would go away.

“...Fine.”

“I mean… are you going to kill me?” You ask, face not shifting as he glares down at you. 

“I won’t kill you on the first night, you need to give me more entertainment.” At least, that’s what he told himself.

“Oh, so we’re both here for the same reason.” You blankly say, his face contorting from a glare to confusion once more.

“You’re here… for entertainment?” He slowly asks, answered by your nod.

“I’m certainly not here for the pay. This place gives like half of minimum wage but I can’t complain about it because the other part is supposed to come from tips. Somehow.”

“How do you even live?” 

“Well, right now I’m on an paid leave due to some unfortunate deaths in my family. To be honest, I never really cared for any of them, but hey. I’ll take any chance for a break I can. Then I got bored.”

He huffs out a laugh. “So you went to another job on your break?”

“Listen, getting a month off leaves a man with little to do when capitalism has left me with no hobbies. Besides, this gives me a great excuse to continue avoiding people.”

His lips curl into an amused grin as he leans forward, lowering his head to be eye level with yours. "Well, you won't be avoiding me." He practically purrs, you averting your eyes at the tone he uses. 

Why would he say it like that?! 

His golden eyes follow you as you close the laptop's screen, enjoying your reaction. You…

He'll keep you around. 

You're entertaining and friendly. Open, and… warm.

He wonders. 

You're human, and fully alive. He's a revived corpse who merged with his vessel. You probably are very warm compared to him.

When he comes back to his senses, he notices you slowly raising out of your seat, hand outstretched towards him. 

Well, might as well take the chance.

He grabs your wrist, looking down at you unimpressed. You quietly huff, falling back into your chair and forcing him to move away from the wall in order to not dislocate your wrist.

Well, his hypothesis is correct. You are very warm. 

He feels the tightening in his gut, not wanting to let go but knowing that he will have to.

You, however, don't actually care either way. You begin your attempt again, this time with your left hand. Slowly raising out of your seat, you actually manage to stand fully up before he notices again, grabbing your other wrist. 

"What are you even trying to do?" He asks, a light sneer on his lips.

"Well... uh, I was trying to… boop your nose? If you're bonded with one of the original suits, then I figured either you or Fredbear would have the sound effect."

He lets out a few short laughs, his sneer replaced with the same amused grin as before.

"I'm afraid neither of us have the sound effect. That only came about with the second and third generations of animatronics."

You hum, interested.

His eyes quickly scan over you, taking in your form. This position, practically holding you hostage… Needless to say, he didn't dislike it.

Still, he releases you as he catches you glancing at what he assumes to be a phone. Things have advanced quite far since he was trapped. 

You turn it on quickly, checking the time. “Well, we have around an hour and a half before my shift ends, so…” Pausing, you check the time again. An hour and a half?

He steps closer, you glancing back up at him before leaning back as he leans forward, looming over you. “Tomorrow, you best make this more fun for me. I’ll greet you, but then I’ll head to the back. Try and stop me from getting in.”

“Uh, sure. Are you still planning on making the punishment for loss, uh, death?”

His eyes narrow in coordination with a widening grin. “That’s for me to know. You either figure it out, or you don’t. It all depends how well you play.” His gruff voice slightly echoes in the mostly empty building, you nodding in response. 

“Oh, cool. Can I tell my brother about you?” You ask suddenly, him quirking a brow as he stares down at you, easily at least half a foot taller than you. He was always tall, but now that he’s in this new form, he grew to be somewhere from 6’6 to 6’8. You sit down once more, exacerbating the height difference.

“Feel free to. Just know that if he ever comes around here, he won’t be alive for very long.”

“I doubt he will. He’s always preferred Foxy the most because he has taste, but-”

“Taste? For liking that liability-strewn fox? You like him as well?”

“To be honest, I never really liked any of them more than the other. I was in my emo phase when I went to see them, so it was practically illegal for me to like anything. But Foxy had sharp teeth and a wicked lookin’ hook, so… I guess I did.”

He hums, clearly slightly annoyed.

“Are you jealous that I liked the fox more than the rabbit that isn’t even the same generation as you?”

“I really should kill you.” His irritated expression shows the truth to your statement.

“It’s okay, I’m willing to call Springbonnie my favorite.”

Now, William was confused. Your tone… you weren’t joking. You were being genuine about something as stupid as this? What is with you?

“You’re very confusing. I think you joke, and then I listen to your tone and you’re genuine. But still, I wouldn’t mind if you did so.”

“It’s not nearly as confusing as how time passes in this place. It’s been like ten minutes since I met you but the clock says like three or four hours have passed.”

“What? Really?” His brows furrow as he steps closer, finding another excuse to close the distance between you both as he leans over the chair, seeing you pointing to the screen. “How strange…”

“Yeah. It doesn’t seem like tomorrow’s hunt will last for six hours, then. Thankfully.” You sigh.

“What, do you not want to feel like my prey for six hours straight?” He grins, leaning over further until his arm rests on your shoulder.

You shiver. “Why do you have to say it like that?”

“Because it makes you react, obviously. It’s entertaining to watch you squirm from something as simple as... the tone of my voice.” Of course, in order to prove his point, he does exactly what he did before, lowering his voice a few pitches and upping the growliness of it.

In covering your eyes, you also cover your cheeks, which have gained a slight flush. “William, I am begging you. Please, please, please, stop talking like that.”

And, naturally progressing, he was left somewhat stunned by the sound of your pleading tone. There’s just something about it, especially as you say his name, that makes him want to…

...makes him want to chase, and capture, and possess forever.

You as his prized prey, and him as the hunter.

“I’ll use it when necessary.” He vaguely answers, watching your head droop.

“I’ll take what I can get.” You concede breathily. 

He chuckles, hearing the chime of a bell, signifying 6 in the morning. "Well, I suppose I'll see you tomorrow, then. Don't keep me waiting."

"Asshole. I won't." You turn your head away from him, hiding the flush on your face, and stand up, stretching. "See ya, William."

He hums, eyes tracing your form as you stretch. It was a nice view, watching the button up shirt crease around your back as you stretch, clearly hinting at the muscle beneath. His eyes did drift lower once or twice, and that's how he figures out that damn, you have a really nice ass!

You begin to walk out, and he follows you with his eyes, watching you turn past the replica Freddy husk and unlock the door, exiting into the fresh morning. His eyelids droop, gaze slipping up as his lips curl into a wide grin.

“Y/N… I won’t kill you. Especially not when I’m presented with such an ample opportunity to make this into something so entertaining.” 

Well…

Is that the only reason?

Of course, he knows it isn’t.

His grin falls, leaving him coldly leering at the aged panels above him before his sight shifts back to the room around him. As he exits the office, he glances at the stained and shaded glass of the door, not allowing much, if any, light in. He turns away, heading back to where he was originally.

As he walks, he lets his form shift, feeling his body grow to his previous monster rabbit self, the creaks of his metal joints loud in the silent building. 

He ignores any shadows that creep in the edges of his vision, the specters traversing without sound. 

“This is going to be… boring.” His voice, far rougher than before, comes out unfeeling and croaky. As he returns to his previous position, slouching over once more, he decides to use his old tactic to pass time; inflicting enough pain on himself to fall unconscious. It doesn’t matter if his dreams are infested with darkness, nor how much he suffers in them. 

It was better than the boredom of sitting in one position with an unchanging environment.

He begins forcing his muscles to flex and strain within the suit and pull against the beams they have welded to, making him grit his teeth before the searing pain fades away, along with his vision.

Goodnight, Y/N.

-

“Yo.” You greet your brother, the man tiredly yawning as he ruffles his hair.

“Heya, Y/N. What’re you up so early for?” 

“Well, I got bored and got a night shift job at this dinky little horror attraction opening up next week. I decided to tell you about what happened there before I head off to sleep.”

“You got bored during a break from your job so you… got another job?”

“Y’know, William said the same thing.” You say, your brother narrowing his eyes at you.

“A coworker?” He asks. 

“Eh, not quite… he is the reason I stayed up to talk to you, though.”

He hums, walking around the couch you were splayed on with your shirt half unbuttoned. 

“So, to begin my tale, you remember Freddy’s? The pizzeria with the animatronics?” You question.

“Yeah?”

“Well the horror place I went to is based off of that; it’s filled with replicas and a few actual things from the pizzerias of the past, but something came in tonight that was… different.”

“Which was?”

“An animatronic. One of the originals, Springbonnie. Granted, the suit was ripped to shit and covered in enough dirt to be green, but it was authentic. It even has the dead body! Well - not so dead body, but still visible.”

“Did you call the cops?” He asks, worried.

“Hell no! I’m not paid enough to give a shit about what could-or-could-not-be a dead body. Either way, he transformed into a human, which was rather odd, but-”

“Just to be clear, this rabbit had a dead body inside and transformed into a human, and you don’t question it?”

“No. Continuing on, he got into my office and then we talked for a bit, I learned that his name is William, time passed really weirdly, and then we struck a deal where I have to keep him out of my office or I'll maybe die.”

“You’re still going back there?! And ‘maybe die?!’”

“Yeah, he said the knowledge about whether or not I die from losing the hunt was ‘for him to know.’ I didn’t question it further.” 

“You know, Y/N, sometimes it feels like I’m the older sibling. You’re fucking stupid.”

“I’m well aware.”

He leans over the couch, glaring down at you. “Then wisen up and quit that damn job.”

“I’m good. William is good company.”

“He threatened to kill you!”

“And? He hasn’t. Yet.”

“You infuriate me, gayboy.” He says, stepping away from the couch.

“Cool. I’ll sleep here for now, when you get back from work I’ll definitely be up.”

“Whatever.” He waves his hand at you, ignoring the middle finger pointing his direction from behind the couch’s back.

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Part 2

also a lot of the stuff i write from now on may be male reader inserts lol

heres my springtrap design

here's the updated design lol

[mostlycompetentwriter]

Chan Request!!

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Chan

Warnings: Language and Mature Content (Not really smut since the request didn’t seem to ask for it)

Genre: Idol AU

Request:

A/N: lots of people seemed interested in this one so...

When you woke-up that morning, you immediately reached out to the left on instinct, expecting contact with another sleeping form. It was your first sign that something was wrong, fingers ghosting through empty air, and you peeled your eyes open to confirm that Chan was already gone.

You grimaced at the faint flicker of irritation in the pit of your stomach because this was the third morning in a row in which Chan had left with no prior warning. The pattern was getting old.

Did he think you wouldn’t notice?

Of course you were bound to notice. Chan was supposed to be your partner. That invited a level of trust and transparency that simply couldn’t excuse these continued absences when you needed him. 

It didn’t used to be this way, especially at the beginning of your relationship. For the longest time, you had both tried to hide it from the rest of the group, especially knowing that your manager’s would disapprove, but it was hard to lie when Seungmin accidentally walked in on you and Chan with the latter’s cock down your throat.

Still, the honeymoon phase of your relationship lasted for a long time, and even when you had problems along the way, you and Chan always managed to work things out. 

It was the best part of your deep connection, but recognizing how distant he had grown lately made you reconsider everything. There was a point when you could hardly leave your bed without Chan finding a way to initiate something like getting each other off or managing a quickie with Chan’s hand placed over your mouth to keep your moans to a minimum. 

Frowning, you forced yourself to leave the lingering warmth of your bed sheets, squeezing your legs into skin-tight jeans, abandoned on the floor from when you had quickly thrown off your clothes before going to sleep last night.

It was another unpleasant reminder of Chan because after waiting hours for Chan to come home, you figured he had decided to spend the night at the studio. But you were vastly mistaken when he slunk into your room at around 4:00 in the morning, whispering a greeting to you after sliding under the sheets. You had slept more soundly once his arm was around your waist, deluding yourself into believing that you could forgive him for staying out so late.

Especially since Chan worked so hard to produce the songs that decorated your group’s track listings, and with the album deadline approaching for the end of the month, he was practically working himself into the ground, 

There was also very little time in his overcrowded schedule left for you, and that certainly didn’t bode well for how much you longed for Chan between your legs....

“Y/N! Breakfast is ready!”

“Coming,” you shouted back at the door, annoyed that someone had interrupted your daydream fantasies.

Especially since it was the closest you had been to Chan in weeks.

It was probably Jisung’s interruption since he insisted on being the annoying little brother you could rarely escape, but it wasn’t his fault that you were in such a bad mood. 

“Good morning,” he immediately chirped when you opened the door, gaze bright with mischief.

You grumbled a greeting in return to your bandmate. “Why are you on the girl’s side of the dorm?”

Jisung scoffed. “Oh, so Chan can have all the access he wants, but I’m the one scolded for just saying hello?”

You rolled your eyes at his tone. “Whatever. Who cooked this morning?”

“Felix did,” Jisung replied, and you perked up a bit knowing that one of your youngest group mates had taken the time to flex his impressive cooking skills - it had to be better than Changbin’s attempt at frying eggs.

“Let’s go,” you said, dragging a petulant Jisung behind you as you both sauntered down the staircase together, joining the others in the part of the house where everything opened up into the common area.

Your managers didn’t mind so much when you were all together in the shared space of the living room and kitchen, but that certainly didn’t stop unmitigated romps between your male and female colleagues.

Your group was a rarity in the music world: comprised of twelve members, including eight of the boys and three of your closest girl pals who had all agreed to audition with you on an unforgettable summer afternoon. 

The fact that you were all accepted into the same company, under the same group name, was even more of a blessing in disguise. You could always rely on them whenever you needed advice, and you had steadily grown closer to the rest of the guys over the years.

Next month marked your fifth-year anniversary (it concurred with your 1st-year anniversary with Chan), and your group was planning to release an album to celebrate, including some previously unreleased gems that Chan had kept hidden on his computer’s hard drive.

Everyone was excited, but the tension of trying to be the best and accomplish everything on time was always weighing heavily on all of your group mates’ shoulders.

Chan was, of course, taking it worst of all, and you were seething beneath the surface when you spotted him at the table sitting between Changbin and Hyunjin, eating breakfast with his eyes glued to his phone screen.

Why didn’t Chan ask you to come to breakfast with him?

“Y/N’s here,” Jisung announced, abandoning your side for his usual spot between Lisa and Sana.

Several of your group members mumbled greetings, but you were disappointed to discover that Chan hadn’t even looked up from his phone.

“Thanks, Felix,” you whispered when you sat down next to the blonde-haired singer, immediately peeling into the croissant that he served you.

“Is everyone coming to the studio later?” Minho asked, summoning your attention. “We need to go over the choreo one more time.”

Your muscles screamed in protest, but you reluctantly nodded your head. Meanwhile, Jisung let out an exaggerated groan at the thought of another six-hour practice.

“You need it the most,” Minho teased him, and you smiled at the good-natured jab between the two.

At the same time, you watched as Chan rose from his seat, depositing his plate into the sink. You rose to meet him halfway to the door where he stuffed his arms into the sleeves of his leather jacket.

“Chan, do you have plans tonight?” you sheepishly inquired, wincing when you realized how ridiculous it was for you to walk on eggshells around your boyfriend and group mate.

“Busy,” he grumbled, and he didn’t even bother to look in your direction on his way out the door.

Later on at practice, there was an obscene amount of sweat in places where it shouldn’t be, and you were just about tired of Chan’s constant criticism.

For the entirety of your dance practice, Chan had taken every opportunity to berate your group members for even the most minor of mistakes, including your own. 

“Y/N!” Chan barked, and you flinched at his harsh tone, sucking in deep breaths to satiate your demanding lungs. “We’ve been practicing this for weeks!”

It was the fifth time that he had stopped the song at the introduction of the chorus - the part where you were supposed to do a backflip into frame. 

Apparently, Chan thought that your form was sloppy, and you bit your tongue to snap back at him. Obviously, he couldn’t seem to comprehend that you were hurting, and he was forcing everyone to endure hour after hour of constant movement. 

“Get your head on straight!” Chan insisted, and for some peculiar reason, it wasn’t anger or frustration with Chan that had you pausing.

It was a far more heart-wrenching combination:

Sadness.

Bitterness.

Shame.

They bombarded you all at once, and you barely managed to swallow back the onset of tears before you were storming out of the practice room, ignoring Chan’s calls of your name.

It was instinctual for you to find refuge in the empty studio rooms on the top floor of your company building - where most people tended to avoid.

You could always find solace in the quiet between four walls, pressing down against the keys of the electric keyboard attached to the big, fancy computer monitor.

The same tedious note played over and over again, but it seemed like the perfect metaphor for your life at that moment.

Especially your relationship with Chan.

But the silence was never permanent, and you used the sleeve of your jacket to wipe away the fresh evidence of tears when you heard the door to the studio room opening.

You immediately turned around, heart-sinking in your chest when you realized that it was Changbin instead of Chan.

“Hey, Binnie,” you said, feeling his gaze on you as he entered the empty studio room.

“What happened earlier?” he asked, always blunt and straight to the point as he drug a chair closer to where you sat.

“Just frustration,” you said.

“With yourself?” Changbin asked, but his tone left much to be imagined, and you grinned at his astuteness.

“With Chan too.”

“Yeah,” Changbin nodded - like it made perfect sense. “I can tell.”

“He’s been preoccupied with the album,” you said. “I get that it’s more important than me.”

“Hey!” Changbin protested. “You know that’s not true.”

His soft and sympathetic tone almost made you start crying afresh. “He doesn’t have time for me anymore.”

Changbin was quiet, studying you intently. “Chan gets wrapped up in what he’s doing too easily. It’s like this zone for him, and nothing else is allowed in that zone except for music and lyrics.”

“So, there’s no space for me?”

“I think there should be,” Changbin countered. “And you need to tell him that.”

You sighed at the thought of confronting Chan after everything that had happened earlier. “I don’t know...”

“Be honest with him, Y/N,” Changbin said, and he reached out to squeeze your hand in reassurance. “Everyone knows that Chan loves you more than anything.”

“He has a funny way of showing it,” you scoffed.

“So tell him that,” Changbin said - like it could be so simple.

Or....maybe it was?

That night, you knocked on Chan’s bedroom door twice before entering at his gentle inquiry.

“Hey,” you said, hesitating in the doorway.

“Y/N,” Chan said, and you were surprised to see him close the laptop screen, patting the empty spot next to you on the mattress. “Come here.”

You swallowed hard, forcing your feet into gear as they brought you to his bedside. “I didn’t want to bother you-”

“You’re not,” Chan said, and his gaze was chastened as he sighed. “Changbin talked to me earlier...”

“Of course he did,” you grumbled, planting yourself next to him.

“Yeah...” Chan trailed off again. “I guess I owe you an apology.”

You frowned. “For what exactly? Seems like I’m the one who got in the way. Guess you haven’t really needed me these past few weeks.”

“Are you kidding, Y/N?” Chan frowned, leaning up to kiss you suddenly and unexpectedly. “Of course I always need you.”

You could barely contain your smile, pulling apart to sigh happily at his reassurance. “It’s just...I know we have the album, but I thought we could still do the little things like we used to.”

Chan nodded, gaze contemplative. “I’ve been ignoring you without even realizing it.”

You allowed your eyes to fall. “And in practice today...”

“That was uncalled for,” Chan interrupted. “I should’ve never raised my voice. The stress I’m feeling shouldn’t punish everyone else...especially you.”

His tone was earnest, and you could feel your shoulders dropping with every word. “Changbin was the one who said I should talk to you.”

“He was right,” Chan said, leaning in closer again. “You can always come to me, yeah?”

“I really didn’t feel like I could,” you admitted.

“Then that’s my fault,” Chan said. “It’s something I need to work on cuz’ we’re in this together, Y/N.

He smiled then. “You aren’t getting rid of me anytime soon.”

You giggled at his teasing. “I can’t help it that I like you so much.”

“The feeling’s mutual,” Chan whispered, eyelids drooping when he watched you move your hand against his thigh, coming to rest at the interesting outline at the front of his sweatpants.

“I’ve also really needed you.”

“Are you gonna put me in my place, love?” Chan asked, and you hated the arrogant smirk taunting you just as much as your shameless act of groping his cock through the front of his pants.

“Yeah,” you grinned. “I can do that for you.”

It took less than a second for Chan to roll over top of you, grinning in a self-satisfied way as he slowly pulled your shorts and panties down your thighs. 

You watched him with a contented groan as he threw them into the floor, parting your thighs to make room for him. Closing your eyes at the first swipe of his tongue against your slit, searching for a familiar mess of curls through a narrowed line. “I’ll make it all better, love,” Chan promised, and your fingers shot out to find purchase against his strong shoulders, arching your back at the promise of a night you couldn’t possibly forget.