#and it hovers over her right shoulder and slowly seeps into her instead

[delphiniumjoy]

I should probably reread the Tiffany Aching books now that I’m doing witchcraft.

[umbralaether]

Doused in deep crimson, he learns freedom doesn't sing— it screams.

Remnants of rage and hatred still cling to his limbs; a heavy sense of guilt settling on top like ash over cinders. He thought revenge would taste different, sweet satisfaction and joy now that his chains were finally broken. He had dreamed of it longer than he could even remember.

Instead, he felt nothing. A void, endless emptiness.

“Astarion?” She hovers around him, unsure. The steam from the private bath covers her in mist. There's a tinge of nervousness to her voice that wasn't there before.

Of course. She's seen everything, all of me. All I've done, all I was too weak to prevent. He lets the thoughts rattle, dig themselves in and fester. Monstrous deeds he meant to forget, dredged up and delivered on a silver platter. All the blood on his hands, the suffering… no longer a buried secret, but a brand of shame.

To think he almost became the same vile creature Cazador was, throwing himself from one cage into another. A slave to power was still a slave, in the end.

But she's still here, not leaving, looking at him with concern. She holds a hand out to him, “I can go, if you wish. But I'd like to stay, take care of you.”

Stability, respite— she is the anchor keeping him adrift in the turbulence. He takes her hand and if his grip is tight, she doesn't show it.

“Don't go.”

She's careful when she removes his clothes, telling him her every move before she does it. She tosses them into the corner, forgotten, as she leads him towards the bath, “If it's not to your liking, I can adjust it. Just let me know.”

He doubts it'll matter, the numbness had burrowed deep ever since they'd left the crypt. He sinks himself in, and upon his touch the water begins to seep the dried blood from his skin. Dark maroon fading to the lightest rose; proof of all that's happened beginning to slowly fade.

She sits across from him, lathering soap into a cloth before beginning to gently scrub— starting first with his hands, making her way to his shoulders with a quiet dedication.

Though his gaze is unfocused he feels her look up at him often, whether to gauge how he was doing or just to watch for any discomfort— he didn't know. He should say something, thank her or assure her he wasn't completely losing his mind but the words stay lodged in his throat.

Bitterness blooms as the events repeat in his thoughts. It had been so easy, in the end. He had spent his life with nothing but fear and despair, and all he'd needed was a tadpole and a blade to end his tormentor.

Two centuries of all-consuming misery ended in an instant.

He would laugh, if it weren't so fucking unfair at the same time.

A soft murmur pulls him from the acrid haze, “I'm proud of you, you know. So, so proud.”

The praise cradles him, warm comfort curling along his body. Another foreign feeling she was all too good at giving him.

Even after all his horrors were laid bare, she was neither afraid nor disgusted. She was here, gently healing the gaping wound in his soul and thawing him from the inside out.

Though she had been doing that for a while, it seemed.

“You should be proud of yourself, too,” Her hands cup his face, thumbs gently rubbing along his cheekbones, “You did the right thing. The thing that will bring you whatever happiness you want.”

No amount of numbness could protect from how warm she is, a radiance gentle and persistent. He closes his eyes, releasing a shuddering sigh.

“You are safe. You are loved,” She hooks her arms around his neck, resting her forehead against his, “I'll remind you as many times as you need. Nothing will hurt you like he did ever again.”

A surge of strength as he hugs her closely, as novel as it was the first time but equally as needed. The emptiness shatters, relief pouring through. She returns his embrace, gently stroking her fingers up and down his back as he sobs against her once more.

What had started as a ploy to keep himself safe had ended up being so much more. She had become so much more. Someone important, someone who saw him as a person and not a monster. Someone who protected and cared about him even when he didn't deserve it.

She had shown him what it means to love, and be loved.

Another gift he would never forget.

[imogenkol]

— LAST LINES/WIP WEDNESDAY

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kinda funny that I wrote the dialogue for this scene right before the new a*soka episode dropped and all that force sensitive discourse happened. Anyway this isn’t gonna lead to anything angsty :) don’t worry about it :)

Bix hovered just behind the pilot’s seat of the Crimson Huntress as Imogen ran diagnostics. The mechanic watched closely with her arms crossed, though her troubled thoughts made the silence between them feel louder than the beeps and whirs of the ship. “The last time you left, I was told you were dead.”

Imogen barely glanced over her shoulder, too occupied with her current tasks to be bothered by the other woman’s concerns. “You were given false information by a man who lacks any real ability to kill me.”

“But how am I supposed to know that?” Bix pushed back with a more insistent tone and began to pace in the cockpit. “Are you just going to disappear and I have to wait until I need to decide on what the appropriate amount of time is to realize you’re not actually coming back?” 

“You would know if I was dead.”

“How?”

“You would sense it,” Imogen answered confidently. 

Bix scoffed as she shook her head. “You know I don’t have that kind of power, Imogen. At all.”

Imogen sat back in her seat with a sigh. Luthen’s attempt on her life still occupied space in both of their minds, but where Imogen sought restitution, the roots of fear coiled inside of Bix to a point where she anticipated a loss that Imogen would not allow to happen. She should have felt offended that Bix thought she might get herself killed so easily. Instead of stern assurance, Imogen stood and approached her beloved mechanic with gentle intent.

“All living beings are connected through the Force, Bix. You and I, we share a strong bond. If I were truly gone, you would feel it. Here.” Imogen placed her hand on Bix’s chest. Warmth seeped into her palm as she sensed the rhythmic energy flow through the vibrant life underneath her touch. Bix regarded her curiously while she listened. “You would feel it as a certainty that shakes you down to the core. So, if there is even a single doubt within your heart, know that I still live and that I am trying to find my way back to you.”

Bix slowly let her arms untangle to hold Imogen against her by the waist. “If you say so,” she replied with uncertainty, though her expression had softened. 

Imogen brushed her hands up the mechanic’s neck and cupped her face. “I would make it so.”

[mataglap]

a hug

while I was going through my One Man’s Hero project file, I found an old scene that not so much didn’t make the cut as it was never intended to make it, since it did not match the tone of the chapter. I think I wrote it partially for my own comfort, and partially because my brain would not get over the idea otherwise.

so, have a silly little scene in which Hanzo decides to pay forward the kindness he’d received. it’s set during the conversation in an empty meeting room, the day after relieving Sombra of her uninvited guests.

***

Now that Cassidy looks miserable and tense again, glaring defensively over the rim of the mug, the absurd impulse to hug him comes back with a vengeance. It's Tracer's fault yet again. It would have never even occurred to Hanzo before yesterday, and now the memory of unexpected comfort lies warm and heavy in the back of his mind. Cassidy tried to protect him, as absurd as the notion is, and Hanzo is still not sure if he should be insulted or amused or maybe touched by it, but the idea of offering a little of that comfort in return feels… right. Too right to ignore.

And maybe, just maybe, Hanzo wants to touch him too.

"How well do you know Tracer?" he asks.

Cassidy's eyebrows shoot up. "Uh… well enough, I guess? She's alright. Pretty sure I creep her out. What's that got to do with anything?"

Hanzo opens his mouth, hesitates, closes it. Coming up with something that won't make him choke on sheer embarrassment is harder than he thought. Cassidy is squinting at him suspiciously now and damning heat is creeping up his neck again. He really should have known better than to succumb to such a stupid impulse.

"She did something for me when I needed it, to help me," he says finally. Cassidy's squint grows even more suspicious, and Hanzo decides to rip off the bandaid. "She offered me a hug. And it did help. When was the last time you received a hug, Cassidy?"

Cassidy's face slackens in wide-eyed, comical surprise. "Are you high?"

"I suppose Genji could have put something into the pancakes." Hanzo stands up, pulls the coffee mug out of Cassidy's unresisting fingers and taps his knee with the back of his hand. "I am offering you a hug. Just this one time. No strings attached, and we will forget about it afterwards."

Cassidy stiffens, giving him a suddenly wary look. Hanzo recognizes that expression instantly and rolls his eyes. "It's a hug, not a blowjob, Cassidy,” he says flatly. “You couldn't have charmed me into it if you have never thought of it before."

Silence. Oh well. At least Cassidy is way too thrown off to be miserable anymore, so Hanzo has achieved his goal, however indirectly — and the burn of disappointment in the back of his throat will pass.

"Wait," Cassidy blurts.

Hanzo freezes mid-step.

Cassidy's legs drop slowly to the ground, one by one. He's holding Hanzo's gaze like he's expecting a broken neck rather than a hug, and Hanzo is suddenly grateful that Tracer did not give him much choice in the matter. It’s probably best to get to it before Cassidy changes his mind.

He steps decisively forward, between Cassidy's knees, and opens his arms slightly in invitation, and against all odds, Cassidy actually leans in.

It's strangely non-sexual. No frustration, no tension, just a long, slow exhale seeping through the fabric of his t-shirt, and hesitant hands that hover above his waist before circling it as gingerly as if it's made of glass. Cassidy's shoulders are wider than Hanzo had realized, and in this position he can't do what Tracer did and fully wrap his arms around them, so he does what he can, flattening his palms over Cassidy's shoulder blades instead.

He closes his eyes. If it wasn't for the bloom of warmth in the vicinity of his sternum, he would think Cassidy has stopped breathing. For some reason, he is barely breathing himself. 

Finally, Cassidy inhales deeply and stirs: a sign to let go. Hanzo steps out of his arms and sits down again, strangely calm.

Cassidy sinks back into his chair and folds his arms. "Thanks," he says gruffly. It sounds admirably even, but he's avoiding eye contact, and suddenly everything becomes retroactively awkward.

"You are welcome," Hanzo mutters, feeling absolutely ridiculous.

[askuemki]

Tempestuous Times

Hey hiya!! Im in the (struggling) process of writing some MW2 (Valeria) fanfiction, but I have an angsty story of my characters <3 Word Count: 2.1k Warnings: Angst, fighting (mostly verbal, some physical), swearing, lack of explanation for some lore/characters.

Summary: Akemi and Eclipse were married for political reasons. The brunette was never specifically fond of Eclipse.. The contract was over by then, but the marriage lingers. She hesitates to bring up the question: What happens now?

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Photos:

(Left: Eclipse Seuin // Right: Akemi Seuin)

The skylands always had a prudent, burning light source. Moya So. Skygrounds such as the Soaring Dynasty never had a proper night, whether closer to the Ebb or not. Instead, they opted for periods of rest and activity, usually rotating within 12 hours.. And it was nearing the imperial palace's bedtime. A silent lullaby lurked within the confines, and it especially lurked within her Majesty's bedchambers.

Palioxis' light was killed by a curtain, the orange glow struggling to seep in. The room was left dimly lit, faintly outlining the Empress herself. Brows furrowed, the tall mistress stood pensive. Her gaze seemingly narrowed upon the draping curtains. Her long tassle swayed with irritation, scales upon marble floors breaking the song of silence. A hand rose towards her features, the backside of her palm gleaming with the light of a ring. In proper setting, details of a spiraling dragon was laced within the jewlery. Arguably astounding craftsmenship -- fit for a ruler's display.

Akemi's world was broken by a creek, her elegant stature becoming a marble statue. Her gaze fixated upon the curtains, they too looked like they didn't want to be seen. If she could, the empress would hide behind them, vanish beyond the cloudy blanket of Moya So. Shoes clacked and clicked, it's own echolocation. A smile beamed from the connoisseur, a light british-accented voice giggling away without a care in the world.

"Why evening, your maaajesty," the voice playfully chippered, soon following the curtsy of ruffled clothing.

"Evening."

"Dark in here innit? Don't you dragons have some kinda fire powers?"

"Not on these lands, Eclipse."

The smaller frowned, her hands snaking into a cross. She puffed a "hmph," strutting towards the bedside lamps. They clicked on, flicking to life. From here, the empress was seen more easily. Her body from shoulder to toe was veiled in a nightgown, the curtsy of her tassel reveling out. Her brunette hair was situated in its usual bun, such long locks were hard to untangle after a night's rest. The latter was much shorter, with curly mauve hair tied into a high ponytail. Moons that hover within her curls were all bunched up, a bit of a bother -- but Eclipse seemed to be used to it.

She curled up within the king-sized bed, bundling herself within the layers of sheets. Despite the existence of magic, the cold was its own menacing being in the Dynasty's atmosphere. A shivering Eclipse tapped the empty space on the lavish mattress, glancing expectingly toward the empress. Akemi remained stagnant, ever so leering towards the velvet veils.

"Aren't you off to Bedfordshire yet..? Common noww.." Eclipse whined, her rasping against the sheets fluttered at a frequent pace.

"You're fine to rest. You're not beneath me."

Eclipse groaned, shuffling out of bed. The dry joke swooped above her head, hobbling over with no slippers. The empress' statue broke from it's bounds, tensing with warm arms wrapping around her waist. The werewolf's feet parted, creating a small bridge above Akemi's tail.

"I've become all peculiar about you.." Eclipse sighed, a tinted hand tracing the curvature of her wife's stomach.

"You're fine to sleep."

"No, I'm not. Not without you.." Eclipse grumbled, pressing herself closer to the brunette's back. An unnerving silence wavers as the fog, the clock slowly ticked. The room slowly fazed into background noise, the empress feeling every caress and touch from her spouse.. Gentle hands circled on either side of the navel, trailing up and down the silk fabrics..

Up, down, left, right, repeat.

Up, down, left, right repeat.

Up, down, left, right..

"You've been like this for days now sweetie."

The statement caused a hitch in Akemi's throat. Her tail twitching uncomfortably upon the cold marble.

"You don't think I notice?"

A warm breath escaped upon the empress' nape, a bit of fluster played upon her features. Her stare upon the drapery faltered, darting as if a busy fly would.

"Tell me what's on your mind. Am I doing something wrong my sweet mistress?"

Fuck.

Eclipse's voice was like a gentle melody, a lullaby to a child. Before the marraige, the girl was ruthless and cocky; though, not as cocky as her familliar: Erisa Calandor. She always had an ounce of playfulness to her words, a bit of tease.. But it wasn't as overbearing as Dusk's. Eclipse.. She was in the middle. She wasn't like a rose, but an ugly flower with no thorns. A weed in the garden, but it hadn't caused any problems.

"Please.."

It was like poison ivy. It slowly seeped into her ears, until now, she didn't realize her hands were fumbling. Her ebony tail was coiled around herself, ears drooping. The empress let out a hefty sigh, one she needed to release. The silent fog was long gone, the nervous nightmare of the inevitable replacing everything.

"Baby."

The brunette choked on her own spit, hurling forward. Only the brazen arms of her partner held her in place. A small sweat dripped from her skin, the mauve-eyed pecking her neck's salty sweat away.

"Is everything alright?"

"There… has been something on my mind."

Eclipse nuzzled into the back of Akemi's neck, only causing more sweat to clump and drizzle down. The werewolf nodded notingly towards the statement. Akemi's tail further clenched, she gulped, multiple times. This wasn't like Eclipse. She'd never been so calm. So sweet.. Like a cupcake. Her lips pursed, starting once more.

"So.."

"Mhm?"

"About.. Us.."

"What about it darling?"

The empress opened her mouth to say something once more, her thin lips struggling to ache any words. A deafening silence lingered, but she didn't want to do that to .. Her spouse? Was she even her spouse?

"The contract ended about a year ago."

She felt those gentle lips desipher into a frown, a downward crecent upon her neck sent the poison ivy further into her ears.

"Don't you want to be back with Howlington, Eclipse?"

"I'm fine here.. I don't see a point."

"But you married me just for military aid in the city."

She felt the werewolf's arms drop from her waist, that alluring mouth of her's pulling away. Her neck ached. She ached. But the empress flushed it down the drain.

"Why are you still here?"

"Why..?"

The word dragged upon Akemi's head. Why.. Why.. Why? Why did she decide to agree to this in the first place? Why isn't Eclipse so feral with her? …Why is she aching like this?

"Even without a marraige, I'd give you military aid."

"You wouldn't. With our relationship in the past, you wouldn't of bat an eye. I had to make such an offer."

Eclipse mused a small laugh at the memory, but it soon fell mellow. For a brief moment, Akemi could smile.

"You haven't answered yet," the brunette pushed.

"Do I need to answer?"

"Yes.. You do."

Akemi turned, seeing Eclipse's legs ravled in her tail. Momentarily she wagered enough room for Eclipse to slip out, but she remained. Her features were firm, her gaze laid upon Eclipse. Seeing that frown had the poison seeped in further.

"It should be obvious by now."

"You say that all the time."

Lies.

"Didn't I give you enough signs? Are you a man now?" Eclipse joked. Akemi's brows furrowed, her gaze adverting rightwards. Her tail coiled more tightly now, the werewolf was able to feel the pressure upon her limbs.

"Whatever these signs are, they aren't obvious."

"Then what else am I supposed to do? Make them obvious?"

"Yes! That's what you're SUPPOSED to do."

The empress threw her hands out in a "what?!" gesture, her voice risen to a higher, aggressive, volume.

"I thought' that you'd like these kind of things."

"When have I ever? When have I ever liked you?"

It struck a thorn in Eclipse's heart. Her soft gaze shattered from the quarry. She rose a shaky hand to her chest, clenched as it rested upon her bosom, as if she was reading off a ballad.

"It wasn't obvious? The affection.. The gestures.. The nicknames?!"

"Don't you do that with everyone?"

"Ok sure, yeah. I tease, I call people names. But I'm not this close to them, not like this."

"Oh sure, calling Dusk 'Sweetie' and 'Sweetheart', kissing your friends on the cheek out of the blue when you hang out with them-"

"I don't do that anymore."

"Stop lying Eclipse Lunar."

"Say my name right!" The mauve-eyed leaned in, throwing back her arms. Inches away, her breath was visibly shaky, tears welling up within her eyes.

"Say my name right.." she repeated, a glint of desperateness seethed upon her face. "You never say it right.."

"Stop lying."

"Akemi Seuin. Say my name right, Goddamnit. In fucking Paloxis' sake, I'M NOT LYING!"

The empress winced, leering right into those tear-soaked eyes. The werewolf faltered on her knees, the pressure from Akemi's coiled tail was too much.

"What are we..? Because I know you don't see me as your wife."

A breath stifled brought a moment of silence upon the bedroom. Eclipse started clawing at Akemi's tail. It grew only tighter.

"Bloody hell goddamnit.. Let me go you monster.."

Pointed nails sunk into the scales, blood seeped from the dragon's skin. Akemi's teeth clenched, her appendage aching. She'd only rile tighter, bending down to jerk the werewolf's face towards her.

"You think I'm a monster? Take a look at yourself Eclipse. That's all you do! Destroy, causing malice."

The muave-eyed hitched her breath, her mouth held agape towards the empress. Her stature was still, and the bruises upon her calves were horrid.. Dashes of purple were like child's play on a canvas, Eclipse's expression was one who was caught drawing on the wall.

"Monster.." she grimmessed, uttering the words as if they were like a curse. The werewolf's eyes shot down toward her hands. The blood. Her choker remained like a parasite. The claws dismantled from the tail, instead grazing over the fresh wounds. She hadn't dug that deep, but her own nightgown was blotted with red. She shuttered, though Akemi's hand remained, an unwavering eye glaring with judgment.

The brunette twitched, seeing Eclipse move out of the blue. Instead of further defence, the girl untied the wide rope that fixed her garment closed. Unraveling it, the vertical hem parted. Soon all limbs swerved from their grasp, leaving Eclipse's pillars upstanding on their own.

Slowly they rose and fell within a circular cycle, stationing themselves right at Akemi's coiled tassel. It was a being on its own, a frail ally cat when touched. The rope was fixated upon a good proximity of wounds, tucked beneath, and looped over.

"I never wanted to be one."

Eclipse tied up the rope snuggly, her hand gently stroaking the bandaged sector of the limb.

"Yet you.. You, all of you. Especially you.. Keep seeing me as one."

Eclipse shakily rose, clapsing blood ridden fists at her sides. Her expression was damp with tears, but she hadn't cowered with the sheep.

"Don't you think I at least tried to do good? Maybe with a tiny chance of redeeming myself?"

Silence.

"Don't you ever worry that you might be a monster too..?"

The tip of the empress' tail-end rasped the floor, pencive features playing at her face. Her arms tucked in the grasp of another, her breaths was silent with the wind.

"I stopped unworthy rulers of their turmoil. I reverted the Soaring Dynasty into a more ethical kingdom, where all are welcome. There's a proper balance of power within my leige. I did all that I can for my nation, so I don't think so."

"But what have you done for me?"

"For.. you..?"

"Akemi." If she were godly, the mere sobs from the girl could make the room crumble at their feet. She approached her wife beyond the tail as she spoke, the empress forming a firm barrier between the duo. That didn't stop the werewolf, her hands wiping against the stained silk of her open nightgown, soon gliding upon Akemi's face.

"You did so much.. So many things for your empire. Don't you think it's time to focus on your friends? Dusk.. Mau.. Windyl.. Me."

Eclipse momentarily paused, drawing a sulken shaky breath. Her thumb ran across the brunette's cheeks, surveying her expression.

"Don't tell me you're like them Em.."

The empress' brows furrowed by a centimeter, her lips pursing into a hesitant pout. Her head jerked away in instinct, but the chains of her spouse's hands kept her on hold. The mauve-eyed leaned in further, Akemi's gaze unable to waver from the sight. A black hole that drew her inwards. She exactly knew what her spouse was referring to.

She'd expected to meet the hole with unbearable melancholy, a piercing purple that could never forgive.. It was sweet. A black universe envelops Akemi in kindness. Starlight flickered from the dying light seeping through the veils.

"I'm sorry that I ever loved you."

--- Dear reader, I hope you enjoyed!!

Akemi has seen better days.. This was a rewritten version of something from (surprisingly) two months ago, where I brushed over this to get to the smut.. I haven't written that part yet, but I might???

Anyways, have a good day/night!

[modern-vellichor]

Hiya! Could you do smth where the reader is masturbating in her room thinking about Bucky. When then Bucky sneaks in your room hiding from Sam chasing him, he hears you moaning his name and gets flushed but instead of leaving he decides to help you out and show you that the real thing is better than imagining it ? :)) and maybe his POV too ? ☺️ thank you dear. I’d really crave some soft Bucky smut atm.

hiya dolly!! enjoy this poorly written smut! its one am and I can't see properly :)

Warnings: 18+ smut, fem masturbation, slight teasing, edging, soft!bucky, fingering, explicit language, consenting king, this is Bucky’s world and we’re all just whores living in it.

Your hand slipped below the waistband of your underwear, fingers dancing playfully on your skin. Teasing. Your breath hitched in your throat. You rolled your underwear down your legs, throwing them in the general direction of your hamper.

Bucky tore through the compound, footsteps as loud as a stampede fell on deaf ears. He rounded corners dangerously fast, feet slipping precariously on tile. Sam yelled profanities at him but Bucky simply laughed as he escaped from Wilson's grasp. He stormed down the halls, your room was closest.

Your fingers played tenderly over your clit, you let out a breathy moan. Your other hand danced across the skin of your ribs gently. You gathered your slick on your fingers, dragging them slowly over the bundle of nerves as you moaned wantonly. You thought you were alone, you thought you had locked the door.

Bucky slipped into your room silently. He locked the door and snickered as he heard Sam sprint past your door. He gently padded through your room, reaching the little couch. You were nowhere to be seen.

You slipped one finger past your folds, into the greedy cavern of your cunt. Your mouth fell open, your head thrown back into pillows. You pumped in and out of yourself slowly, tenderly. You grazed ever so gently at the spot inside of you that made you see stars. A fresh wave of arousal seeped onto your sheets.

"Fuck, Bucky," you moaned, eyes shut as you allowed your fantasy to absorb you. You tried to imagine his calloused fingers inside of you instead of your own. You added a second finger and pumped with a little more fervour. His name fell from your lips again, this time a little louder. Passion filled your voice as your free hand wandered down to circle your aching clit.

Bucky heard his name echo through your room. He silently rose from his position on your couch, stalking towards your bed. As he rounded the corner you came into sight. Head thrown back, eyes screwed shut, mouth open wide as his name dripped from your tongue like a litany.

His eyes traveled down to where your fingers were knuckle deep in your own sopping cunt, and the others fondled your glistening clit greedily.

He discarded of his shirt and then crossed his arms over his bare chest. He enjoyed the free show as he hardened in his sweats. He waited until you were on the very edge, your orgasm leering over you as you screamed out for him. He answered.

"What's this?" and your orgasm was bring ripped from you as you hurried to cover up and began to apologise profusely. He chuckled darkly at your closing legs. “Please, don’t stop on my account,” he looked you up and down with a smirk.

“Bucky?” Your face scrunched in confusion. He slinked towards you, perching on the edge of your bed. He licked his lips, a lustful glint in his eyes. He settled between your legs and you couldn’t help the involuntary moan that bubbled from your chest.

“What, baby? Need me to help you cum?”

Still in shock, you gasped at his lewd words. His eyes sparkled with the idea of you. The baleful laugh that left his lips was full of sin and all things unholy. He hovered over you. You quivered, half in excitement and half in utter fear. He brought one hand to grip your chin, bringing your tearful gaze to his.

“Don’t cry, princess. I’ll make you feel good, can I do that?” His eyes sparkled softly.

The fact that he asked made your skin tingle with excitement. You had always been a little afraid of him, of the Winter Soldier that could still lurk. You had always expected him to take what he’s given and then keep going. He wiped the tears from your cheeks and you nodded eagerly.

His lips pressed against yours, gentle at first. He worked you open, distracting you from the metal touch trailing to the apex of your thighs. You let out a profane moan, near pornographic. Bucky smiled at you. 

He stared at you. Your eyes open in shock as two, unnaturally thick and long fingers slipped into you. You jumped at the feel of cool metal in your hot, dripping pussy. Your mouth opened but you made no sound.

“It’s okay, you’re okay,” he mumbled into your skin, pressing gentle, reassuring kisses to your neck. “I’ve got you, I’m right here.” 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close to you. Your breath came out in pants as Bucky began to work you open. He pumped his fingers gently, curling against the spot that made you go wild with each addictive stroke. His cool thumb against your clit made your hips buck. You clawed at his back, but it only spurred him on.

He would work you to the edge, whisper reassuring words into your ears and then pull his fingers away. He would sit back on his heels and smirk as you whined and writhed and begged. And once your high had slipped away and you were utterly fed up, he would crawl back up your body and return to his sinful ministrations. He did this until you were a babbling mess. 

The scent of your arousal filled the room. The air was thick and stifling. You had soaked the sheets beneath you and you hadn’t even cum yet. You cried incoherently as Bucky worked you over with his fingers. He had abandoned his gentle demeanor for something rough and animalistic. 

You ground against his hand. His thumb rubbed harsh circles on your clit as his fingers curled relentlessly against your g-spot. Your nails pressed half moon shapes into the skin of his shoulders. You begged with reckless abandon. The shame of the situation has long since disappeared.

“You gonna cum this time, hmm?” Bucky cooed as he began to work faster, he picked up a near violent pace. You nodded eagerly as you moaned wantonly.

He encouraged you softly, a welcome contrast to the pace between your legs. Your mouth opened to scream as your body went stiff. Bucky pressed a bruising kiss to your lips. He swallowed your moans eagerly. His pace relented to something soft and loving as you came down from an atomic high. You were sure you had blacked out.

Bucky pulled his drenched fingers to his lips. He sucked them clean, releasing them with a lewd pop.

“Wasn’t that so much better than you had imagined, huh?” He cooed as he pulled your still trembling form into his chest. “If you were so desperate, you should have just asked.”

[nightwishesworld]

Jealous

Warning: NSFW

You sat up on the bed once Alcina kneeled in front of you. She began to take off your pants while you unbuttoned your shirt, revealing more smooth skin. Alcina kissed your navel and guided your pants down your legs. Your body tingled as her lips began moving slowly below your navel. You opened your mouth, but only air seeped out of it. She continued to kiss and nibble your lower torso, simultaneously guiding her hands across your butt cheeks. You reached behind her head and tried to fight the urge to push her down to where you really want her. Instead, you grabbed Alcina’s chin and leaned down to kiss her.

Your tongues continued to passionately dance around each other as she gently pushed you to lie back and climbed on top of you. At the same time, you subtly started thrusting your hips against her, getting more and more aroused.

“Wait-“ You push her away and look towards the bedroom doors. She gives you a curious look but doesn’t hesitate to give you space. “I forgot I’ve got Jacob bringing me my tea. He should be here any minute.”

She rolls her eyes and continues her assault on your neck. “Is that all? Forgive me, I thought it was something important.” Alcina began moving her lips down from your neck to your shoulder. Each section of skin that was explored by her tongue made you moan, and every time she found a spot she hadn't previously kissed, your moans became more intense. “I don’t like him.”

“I know you don’t,” you say with a shaky voice. “I don’t flip over him either, but he’s one of our best staff.”

“He wants you. He looks at you like I look at you.” She bites down on your collar bone. “Like he wants to worship your body day in and day out.”

You held her head in place, one hand behind her head, and the other stretched out to grip the bedsheets. “No need to be jealous, Alci. I am loyal to you and only you. Besides, he knows his place.”

"That doesn't mean he gets to admire what isn't his."

You could feel yourself slipping, losing control, becoming more in tune with Alcina's body, and less present with the real world. The thought of what was happening made your heart skip a beat. Alcina pushes a stocking-covered thigh between your bare ones, and you gasp at the pressure. Alcina’s eyes light up at your reaction.

"I'm going to fuck you all night," She growled when your mouths finally parted, her fingers reaching under your clothes and curling inside you.

"Yes, Al!" You groaned as Alcina smiled lewdly at you. The hand between your legs never relented, soft fingers probing into warm, wet depths. The other hand came up to cup your breast. Then, you felt lips and tongue working over your nipple.

You gasped, and squirmed, your senses on fire.

“That bastard thinks he can have you, my porumbel mic? Fuck no. You’re mine. Only mine.”

You nodded and bucked your hips slightly, feeling her fingers surge into you deeper.

You gasped as the kisses trailed lower, and could feel Alcina’s tongue working over your soft skin. The matriarch pressed her body tightly against you and slowly slid lower, positioning herself between your legs, now spread and held in place.

Alcina’s eyes were filled with lust and the heavy feeling of power, as she looked up at the beautiful woman held captive and in her thrall. The heavenly scent of your arousal filled her nose, and Alcina’s mouth started to water. Her fingers were still inside her lover, and the vampire could feel how tight and aroused you were.

"You are mine and mine alone. Do you understand me?"

You groaned softly and nodded. "Yes, Lady Dimitrescu.”

Alcina smiled at her title and rewarded her love with a slow, trailing kiss over the inside of your thigh that caused you to squirm. She slowly removed her fingers, leaving you squirming and whimpering.

"What, porumbel mic? Do you want something?"

"Please, Alci...."

"Please what?"

You only whimpered, and it made Alcina smile. The dominant woman pressed the tips of her fingers gently against your wet, swollen opening and entered you again, setting a much faster pace this time. The instant vibration made your hips buck, and you cried out in pleasure.

Slowly, Alcina pushed deeper into you, watching you squirm and writhe.

Alcina leaned down and inhaled your scent again. It was too much to bear. She leaned forward and kissed your sex.

The sensation of Alcina’s tongue and lips against your clitoris was ecstasy. You couldn't stop the cries of bliss that escaped your lips.

Alcina dove into your swollen womanhood; her fingers pressed deeply inside you now, her lips and tongue working over your soft nether lips.

The feeling of your thighs brushing against her face, convulsing around her head, your hips bucking against the vampire’s face was so sensual, so sexy, it made her ravenous.

Alcina’s tongue flicked your clit again and again and again to lap around your nether lips, trying to catch the delicious nectar of your arousal.

You could feel her tongue as it traced lovingly over your sex, never a single spot left unkissed.

She could feel you coming closer and closer to orgasm; the fine muscles clenching around her fingers told her of what was about to come.

"Not yet, my beautiful, not yet," she murmured, as she slowly pulled her tongue from your throbbing pussy. She smiled in pleasure as she heard you whimper as she removed her fingers.

You suddenly felt empty, almost painfully so as you hovered so close to orgasm. “Please, Lady Dimitrescu. Let me cum please.”

You look up to see her staring at the bedroom doors. Her eyes are glowing with mischief.

“Is he there, Alci?” You ask in a low voice.

She only hums in response, never breaking eye contact with the door. “He must have heard you. His heart rate is rising. Wanna get rid of him?”

You bite your lower lip in an attempt to try and hide your broad smile. “Wanna give him a show? Remind him who I belong to?”

“I thought you would never ask.” She kissed you quickly and stood before you lost control again, making her way to the bedside drawer.

You feel yourself become wetter as you watch her slip her dress off and exchange it for a strap-on and harness. “Eight inches, darling?”

You nod your head eagerly.

Alcina grabs you by the waist and flips you over effortlessly. You turn to smirk back at her, letting her know you’re on board by climbing up to your hands and knees and slowly swaying your hips from side to side. Alcina’s eyes glint back at you and she makes a soft noise of appreciation, hands running slowly up your thighs before smoothing over the round globes of your ass and gripping your hips. You shiver, desperate for Alcina to be back inside you.

"Please don't tease, I need you." She lines up the toy with your entrance.

"Think you take the whole thing at once?" She asks.

"Oh yes." That was all she needed to hear before she slowly pushed the full length into you, filling your pussy. "Oh fuck! Yes, fill me, baby. Don't hold back, fuck me hard. I want the whole castle to know how good you fuck me.”

That was already the plan.

She starts with a slow pace as she stretches you. Even when you’re blinded with ecstasy and wanna be fucked into the mattress, ALCINA always makes sure to be careful with you. But right now, you are far too impatient for her to be gentle. You squirm and tried to squeeze your thighs together.

She kisses your shoulder, withdraws the cock slowly one more time, and then slams into you hard. She doesn’t don't tease anymore. She’s fucking you hard and fast. As deep as she can. The sound of your flesh hitting the toy as it moves in and out fills the room, it sounds absolutely obscene. You let out a moan.

“Louder, Love, I want the entire staff to know you belong to me. I want HIM to hear me fuck you.”

You cry out her name as she turns you around and lifts you. Your legs wrap around her waist as your arms go around her neck. She bounces you up and down on her cock and you yell out her name.

"Alci, please, oh Lady Dimitrescu yes! I love you so fucking much!" She looks pleased enough.

Her vampiric senses are telling her Jacob is still standing just outside of the door. His heart rate is frantically climbing. His ear must be pressed flat against the door listening to your euphoric cries. It turned her on knowing her “rival” right outside listening to her fuck you senseless; claiming you as hers.

She then brings her hand to your clit. She must have really meant it when she said she wants everyone working at the castle to know that you are hers and hers alone. You let out a loud cry, her hand on your clit is driving you so close to the edge.

You’re thankful Alcina can carry you without a problem. Because there is no way you’re going to be able to walk any time soon. "Fuck Alci. I’m so close baby. I’m gonna cum- I'm going to come on your cock. Please don't stop, Alci, I am all yours and only yours!”

She bites down hard into your neck. Not sinking her fangs into you, but more than hard enough to leave you marked. “That’s right, porumbel mic, you belong to me and only me. You’re a slave to my love and no one else gets to feel it. Do know how good you look? How fucking tight you are on my cock?” Alcina growls darkly, moving back to nibble at your neck, hips still moving to fill you. “So fucking good, better than I ever dreamt.”

Her mouth drops sloppy kisses at your nape, exerted, choked moans released with them as Alcina fucks you into oblivion. She's nearly sobbing, short of breath, broken encouragements barely articulated as she moves her pelvis as best she can.

“Come for me, Love, I'm so damn close...shit, you feel so good, come for me, yes...”

Alcina’s commands whispered into your neck finally send you over the edge; you push back into her until it hurts, wanting as much of Alcina Dimitrescu as you can take, cresting with a strangled scream. Your body convulses, white-hot from head to toe as your neck snaps back and momentarily blinded to everything that isn't raw sensation. You collapse down on Alcina’s front and she reaches back to thread her nails through your hair as she thrusts erratically, and comes shortly afterward with a guttural moan.

You both stay like that for a few minutes, simply basking in the afterglow before Alcina shifts to remove the toy from inside you. She laid you down carefully on the mountain of decorative pillows

After regaining some of her composure, Alcina lifts you off the cock as tenderly as possible and tucks you under the covers. You move to pull the covers down on her side and wait for her to join you in open arms. She kisses the top of your head while undoing the harness. "In a minute, darling."

She slips the harness off and tosses her dress on, making her way to the doors.

"Where are you going?" The vampire only turns back to wink at you before swinging the door open to find the servant adjusting his trousers. Alcina glares down at him, arching a perfectly sculpted brow as if she isn't aware of what he was doing.

"L-lady Dimitrescu," he bowed. "I was just bringing some tea to-"

Alcina takes the now cold tea from his trembling hands. "I find it incredibly unprofessional of members of my staff to be eavesdropping on my private affairs."

His face flushed a deep scarlet. "I-I'm so sorry, Lady Dimitrescu. I had no intention on-"

"You're lucky your employment falls under my partner's jurisdiction; if it were up to me you would be stripped of your employment here and right to wander my corridors. My daughters would haul you off to the basement to do with you what they wish, is that what you want?"

Jacob shook his head vigorously. "No, Lady Dimitrescu. I beg for your forgiveness, this will never happen again."

"See to it that it doesn't or else your fate will be in the hands of my daughters. Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal, Lady Dimitrescu."

"Good. Any repeat offenses will not be tolerated from this moment on. Now go and fetch us a pitcher of water and a bottle of Sanguis Virgini," Alcina steps away from the door just enough for the man to peer in the room. His jaw almost hits the floor when he sees you laying in bed naked under the sheets, chest rising and falling in rhythm with your heavy breathing, and the obviously used cock and harness abandoned on the floor. If he were paying more attention to Alcina he would have noticed the very proud smile on her face as he's put back in his proper place. "My poor porumbel mic is simply exhausted."

"I'll return with your drinks as quickly as possible, Lady Dimitr-" She slams the door on him and returns to join you in bed.

"Was that really necessary, my love?"

Alcina shimmies out of her dress and climbs into bed with you, wrapping her arms around you and pulling you against her. "No, but it was certainly fun. You should have seen the state we put him in," she laughs and kisses your shoulder. "He'll be back again shortly with my wine and water. I'm afraid I was a little too rough with you."

"But you're forgetting something, Alci."

"What's that, dear?"

"I love it when you're rough with me."

[kj-1130]

Knife to the Heart

pre-avengers!natasha romanoff x civilian!reader

summary: first time you meet

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As the elevator doors closed, you allowed yourself to slump against the wall. You had just gotten off a terribly long shift. Your feet were aching, your body was sore, and it felt like you could collapse at any second.

Thankfully, you were only a minute or so away from being able to take a hot shower, then plopping right into bed.

The elevator opened, signaling that you had reached your floor. Each step you took felt like a drag but the motivation of having a decent night’s rest kept you going.

As you were digging through your bag for your keys once you reached your door, you noticed some movement in your peripheral vision.

Looking to your left, you see a woman about your age, clutching her side. Although you’d never seen her in the building before, you thought nothing of it. That was until she let out what seemed to be a pained groan.

You looked closer and saw that red was seeping out around the area she was holding, staining her once white shirt. Quickly unlocking your door, you dropped your bag and jogged over to her.

“Hey, hey,” you breathed out as a quick greeting of sorts. “You’ve gotta get that patched up or you’ll bleed out. Let me help.”

“No, ‘m fine,” she mumbled, weakly swatting at your hands that were hovering around her.

The woman continued to mindlessly babble, a sign that she was losing blood quicker than you’d like and that consciousness would soon be leaving her.

Ignoring any garbled protest, you swung her arm over your shoulder and practically carried her down the hall to your apartment. You gently set her down on the couch before going back to close and lock the door, then heading to your bathroom to search for the emergency aid kit.

When you got back to the living room, your suspicions had been confirmed seeing the woman completely passed out. You worked fast but efficiently as you cleaned and stitched her wound.

Eventually, you finished and she was completely patched up. You leaned back into the sofa, all of your tiredness suddenly gone as adrenaline took its place.

“So much for that hot shower,” you muttered to yourself. You then glanced down towards your furniture and let out a soft curse. “Fuck, I’m gonna need a new couch.”

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You grumbled as the sun shone on your face, turning on your side. Well, you tried to turn on your side. As soon as you felt that extra weight on you, your eyes flew open.

“Who are you?”

It was the redhead from last night. She was sitting on top of you, pinning you down as she held your kitchen knife to your neck.

“W-what?” you sputtered.

“I won’t ask again,” she said, pressing the blade harder into your skin. “Where am I and who are you?”

You stumbled over your words although you weren’t sure if it was because of your life being threatened or because there was a pretty woman straddling your waist. But the push of the knife got your thoughts in order and words began spewing out.

“Y-you were bleeding. I brought you here, you passed out. I patched you up.”

She was still looking at you skeptically, trying to decide if you were telling the truth.

“I didn’t do anything else, I promise. You can look,” you said, gesturing towards her wound.

Sure enough, when she lifted her shirt there was gauze taped in place, with no other marks that indicated you doing something.

Hesitantly and slowly, the woman got off of you, but she was still on guard, the knife pointed at you.

Once a few moments had passed, you sluggishly got out of bed, put on a robe and slippers, and made your way to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

As you cooked, you felt her eyes on your back. The staring didn’t creep you out as it usually would. Instead, you felt…guarded in a sense.

Ignoring her gaze, you continued scrambling eggs and flipping pancakes. Once you finished, you placed the food on a plate and slid it over to her, silently telling her to eat.

She picked up the fork you gave her, observed it, and began to take a reluctant bite. She stopped once she saw that you were heading back towards your room.

“You’re not going to eat?”

Those were the first words you heard her speak to you. Well, not really but you’d rather believe that these were the first than the ones she said when she was holding a knife to your neck.

“No,” you said, shaking your head. “I’ve gotta get ready.”

When the woman didn’t respond, you walked back towards your room.

You didn’t know why, but you felt some strange sort of trust towards her. It was weird considering she was an absolute stranger that was holding a knife to your neck not even ten minutes ago. You ignored the warning signs that went off in your head and took her into your home and patched her up when you didn’t have to. Who knows what shady business she could be involved in? Who shows up to their house, bleeding out of a stab wound to the abdomen, but doesn’t go to a hospital to receive treatment?

Despite those very valid concerns, you let her in. And you just left her unsupervised in your space.

As you showered, thoughts swirled through your mind. Any reasonable human being would shit their pants if a weapon was held to their throat. But it seems that you are not one of those beings as you were unnaturally calm throughout the encounter. Well, calm despite the gay panicking.

Why did you feel a sense of content when you were in her presence? Why did you sleep peacefully knowing there was an unconscious stranger on your couch? Why had you automatically made her breakfast and why did the moment have a sense of domesticity behind it?

When you stepped out of the bathroom, there was silence. You quickly dried off and got your clothes on, stepping into the kitchen, only to see that the mysterious woman was gone. You peeked into the living room to see that she wasn’t there either.

For some reason, this saddened you. You were looking forward to spending time with her even if it was in silence.

Even as you went about your day, you thought about the redhead. It was unhealthy considering you hadn’t known her for a whole day. Hell, you hadn’t even gotten her name. Her beauty was ingrained in your mind despite the consequences it might bring.

When you got home from your shift that day, your feet dragged you to your door giving you a sense of deja vu. Except this time, there was no stranger about to die a few feet away from you.

But this time as you dug through your bag, something brown caught your attention. Looking down, you saw a box. You picked it up with some hesitancy and brought it into your apartment.

You set the box down on your kitchen table and used your keys to open it. There was a letter on top of packing peanuts.

‘Thanks for patching me up. Sorry for almost slitting your throat.’

Underneath all of the packing peanuts, you found your kitchen knife. The same one she held to your neck.

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[jointimeandspace]

So I decided to do a part 2 for "First Night." This is my first time writing a sex scene, but I tried my best. Changes will be added here and there along the way. 😅 Please enjoy! Comments are definitely appreciated.

First Night (pt. 2)

It had been about a week since that night when you and Alcina were supposed to consummate your relationship. Instead it turned into a much needed therapy session. Afterall, what good was it to make love to someone if you were too nervous? But now you were ready. Still nervous, but ready and feeling better about the situation. That entire week you devoted yourself to practicing yoga to help you relax, journaling to right down all your qualms about how you were feeling....and most intimate thoughts, and reading the various ways one may know how to pleasure yourself. In this routine you were able release a build up of negativity that had been present for so long and learn more about yourself. "Taking care and loving yourself first is the best way for a relationship to thrive," Alcina told you.

You were now back at the starting point in Alcina's chamber. The room still had that soft orange tint coming from the fire, but this time the sky was clear and full of stars- the moon shining bright through the window. Rose petals were spread across the bed and on the floor. This was much more relaxing and romantic; you were honestly very excited. Whatever happened tonight you wouldn't regret it.

The door to the room opened as Alcina came in with a bottle of wine- (there was no way she was giving you Sanguis Virginis- at least not yet, until you asked for it), and your favorite treat, chocolate covered strawberries. "Hello, darling," she said as she sat down the items on the night stand next to you. "You look absolutely radiant! How are you feeling about tonight?" You jumped up off the bed and gave her a big kiss. "I still feel a bit nervous, but I'm so happy. On top of that you brought my favorite treat." She chuckled as she sat you back down on the bed. "You're absolutely a delight, draga. And I love that nightgown on you. That was one of the things you ordered from the catalog, correct? Wine?" You nodded. "I'm so glad you like it Alci, and yes please! I'd love to taste your wine. What type of partner would I be if I'm with a wine maker and have never tasted their product?" Alcina gave a hearty laugh as she handed you glass. "I definitely see someone's mood has improved over the week. Please, drink up." You took a sip. The cherry flavor coated your tongue as you could also taste a hint of cinnamon in it. It was very sweet, but still had a bit of tartness to it. The smell was comforting and you sat back on the pillow relishing in the taste.

"Normally I would pair a champagne with chocolate covered strawberries, but I have quite a sweet tooth at the moment," Alcina said as she sat on the bed next to you. You took another sip as you were lost in thought (good ones to be exact). You could feel Alcina's eyes on you, trying desperately to read your mind. "I know you're still a bit apprehensive, love. We don't..." You stopped her, "No, Alci! It's not that. I'm ready! I'm just feeling...well, how do I explain it? Very, very, in the mood. And yes, I was thinking about all things we could do, but I don't want to get too far ahead of myself. My goodness this wine is a bit stronger than I thought, but I don't mind it." You put the glass down and straddled her lap.

Alcina was quite surprised, but then she gave you a seductive smirk. She liked this new found boldness of yours even if it was temporary from the wine. "I love to see you loosen up, draga. I find that terribly sexy when you can be yourself... without inhibitions." She reached over to one of the strawberries and popped one in your mouth. The taste was exquisite! You felt the juice drip down as you licked your lips. Strawberries were always an aphrodisiac to you, but paired with the wine, it might as well have been a drug. You felt yourself grind on your lover's lap as you ate the remaining bite of the strawberry, a soft moan coming from her.

Alcina reached for the tie around your gown and pulled the knot, slowly revealing yourself to her. You felt a rush of cool air hit your skin- goosebumps running across your arms and shoulders. You gasped as you felt a hand run up and down your back. "My, my draga! You have such a beautiful body." You blushed as you leaned in to give Alcina another kiss. Your tongues intertwining with each other's. The kiss was soft, but passionate, needy, exhilarating. Warm lips licked and kissed up your neck- the room was spinning as you felt overstimulated. You pulled back out of breath, closing your eyes, resting your head against hers trying to steady your breathing. It was her turn to grace you with her body.

"Alci...I wanna see you! Please? I want you!"

" Oh, impatient, are we? Well, I do adore it when you beg, my love. As you wish."

You climbed down off of her propping yourself up on your elbows to get a better view. Alcina lifted her nightgown over her head and unpinned the curls from her hair. She looked like a marble statue come to life. Her skin had a tint of grey underneath and stretch marks running up the delicious curves and crevices of her body. Her belly was so soft as you longed to plant kisses upon it; her muscles glowing under the light of the fire. You could feel her eyes, now flaming yellow, bore into your soul as if she could read your mind.

Alcina smirked, "Like what you see, pet? " You nodded. What else could you do? She was breathtaking, the epitome of femininity. You were certainly under her spell. You'd give your life to her, and she knew that. "Do with me as you please, mistress...whatever you want!" And so she did. She hovered over you like a predator with her prey, studying you and taking in every inch. More kisses were planted along your neck as your breath hitched. She drew her nose across your skin taking in your scent. A sharp pain was seeping into your shoulder: she had drank from you. The pain was exquisite as you rolled your eyes back. How intimate, how...feral it all was. She was a predator after all with a voracious appetite. You wrapped your fingers in her hair and she trailed further and further down from your neck, over your stomach, soon reaching your thighs. She give a quick nip at the plump skin. Her eyes trailed back to you. "Open yourself to me, draga. I'll be gentle." Hesitant, you slowly revealed your most intimate area to her, already dripping with arousal. Your smell was heavenly to her: earthy and sweet. Alcina breathed you in- her tongue set to work on your clit, needy and hungry. You moaned but stifled yourself. "No pet! Let them hear. I want everyone to know your mine, my darling!" She was biting, and sucking, licking and pulling. You were seeing stars and couldn't wait to return the favor. Alcina sat up and reached for her glass as you whined from the loss of contact. She gave you a quick, devilish glance, and then she poured the glass on your stomach. The sticky drink running down and coating your body. "You already taste divine on your own, but the wine brings out an...aroma that I've never experienced before." She licked the wine of your belly, as her long tongue tickled and teased. The arousal at your most secretive garden began to gush more fervently. "Alci...p-please...don't linger," you gulped. Alcina's tongue swept back down to your clit to taste your sweetness, her hands palming and gripping your vulva. You were so close.

Before your finish, she plunged a large finger inside you. Your moans were louder and your breathing more erratic. She pumped her finger in and out picking up speed as you were unable to take anymore. Her mouth more desperate and searching for your fountain to burst inside her mouth. You gripped her back as if you were about fly off the bed, leaving scratches in your fingers wake. "Come, darling! Now!" You screamed and came with a fierceness you had never known. The wait was worth it! You laid on the bed for a few minutes as she ran her hand across your tummy to ground you and settle you down. Your afterglow left you gjddy and tired; the last thing you remember was Alcina pulling you into her lap. She stroked your back and gave you a sweet kiss on your forehead. "This is just the beginning, draga, but you did so well. I'm so proud! Don't worry...we'll keep practicing." You and her both giggled.

"I hope so, I want to return the favor."

"You will, my love. I'll see to that, but for now, all good pets need their rest. I'll wake you up for a bath in a little while." She pulled the covers over you and hummed as you drifted off to sleep. "Goodnight, Alci," you yawned. "Thank you for a wonderful first time."

[jincherie]

lunacy | 01

☽ ● | members: seokjin x reader x jungkook ☽ ● | genre: poly, wolf au, mates au, college au, urban fantasy, angst, smut ☽ ● | wc: 10.7k+ ☽ ● | warnings: none in particular in this part! ☽ ● | notes: here is the first part ! I think this one is going to end up being one of the longer series, so pls send me an ask and lmk what kind of tropes/scenarios u love to see in wolf aus! i wanna make this as self indulgent as possible LMFAO

The entirety of your introduction and exposure to wolves has been at the hands of Jimin and Taehyung, who over the course of your study have arguably become your best friends. It isn't until they drag you to a party held at their packhouse that you meet the rest of their pack, though-- and once you do, thing's already aren't the same as they were before;...

Wolves mate for life, and wolves are almost exclusively monogamous. It's rare for a wolf to have a human mate, and even more unheard of for a wolf to have more than one mate. Unfortunately for you, an incident at this party lands you in the middle of every exception there could possibly be.

 — posted; 09.09.2020 | prologue ● next▸

The air is crisp and the plants coloured cool around you, but you're not cold.

You recognise this clearing you're in, but not from the waking world. No, you recognise it because just as it is right now, it has been the set of your dreamscape before. So it's familiar, as you gaze upon it, but at the same time something tingles under your skin in anticipation of the unknown that the shadows hold just beyond the treeline.

It must be early morning, you think to yourself, as you allow your gaze to slip to the sky. It's just fading out of the darkened caress of the night as you look upon it, tinting lighter with each breath you take. You love mornings, you recall with familiarity-- you especially love mornings like this.

There's a slight mist in the air. You don't notice it until you direct you gaze back down to the dewy earth, eyes captured by each patch of wildflowers and blotch of colour. It feels almost magical, really, but for some reason... that isn't the tone of this moment.

You don't know what it is, but something curls in your stomach a little like anticipation. What are you waiting for? You know you've seen this place before, but you can't remember when, or why...

At some point you've taken a seat in the meadow, and while a part of you expects dampness to seep into your skin, you remain safe and dry. It's comfortable. This is the nicest dream you've ever dreamt, a distant part of you surmises. You're just running your hands through the silky blades of grass and watching the dewdrops collect on your skin when a soft snap sounds far to your left.

You probably should be alarmed, but when you look up it's only in curiosity. What you see, again, should be cause for alarm-- but for some reason, the sight of the great, hulking wolf lingering at the edge of the treeline doesn't cause you anything but a flutter in your stomach.

It's not alone, you notice a moment later as something emerges from the shadows beyond it. There are two of them, both massive but one of them a little bigger than the other-- it is leaner and its limbs are longer, though, while the shorter one is thicker in its form, each limb corded with muscle.

For a moment they stare at you, and when you catch the golden hue of their eyes that gleams a little too bright to be natural, you realise they're not normal. Of course, within the walls of this dream you take it in stride.

The way they hover all the way over the other side of the meadow is almost... hesitant. You tilt your head, watching as they stay calmly in place. When you speak it's without even thinking, but you're not bothered by what comes out.

"You can come over here, you know?" you say, offering them a smile. How cool will it be if you can manage to make friends with two wolves! Regardless of their unnatural size and stature, and, now that you think about it, their colouring...

The first to move is the bigger one, its coat a gorgeous mix of sand and caramel, with streaks of white marking around its eyes and ears, as well as fitting around its front paws like boots. You'd noticed that he was a little leaner than the other earlier, but you're realising now as you watch him advance slowly that that doesn't mean he's any weaker. Each stride he takes makes dense muscle shift beneath his skin and fur, and you're slightly in awe of the power contained in his limbs as he moves.

The other wolf is no less magnificent to behold-- its fur is a curious blend of charcoal and ink, speckled with streaks and patches of dark chestnut that gleam rosy in the sunlight. Its eyes are the same unnatural amber as the other wolf's, but the way that they bore into you are oddly akin to that of a puppy.

You don't move when they come close enough that they're within reach, allowing them to move at their own pace. You're not left waiting long, though, before the smaller one trots closer, hesitation forgotten.

"Oh!" You're taken aback when it leans forward suddenly, shoving its massive, inky head against your shoulder with such strength you almost fall back, were it not for the other wolf flopping down behind you and supporting you with its massive form. Ordinarily you'd be worried you're about to be torn to pieces, especially when faced with its massive maw and large teeth, but when it rubs its head against you with a soft whine sounding from the back of its throat, you know it doesn't mean you any harm.

"Oh, you're a cute one," you murmur distractedly, allowing your hands to rise and sink into its fur. It brushes like silk against your skin, and the wolf is so pleased that it simply flops down against you, resting it's head in your lap and pushing it against your stomach.

Something lights up in you, something warm like you've settled close to the glow of a campfire and the heat is sinking into your bones. You're content, so content, and you don't even know why? But oddly enough, in this moment you're not really bothered by that.

Right as you begin to settle back into the warmth and the rhythmic lull of their breathing as they rest against you, something niggles in the back of your brain-- a shard of familiarity, do you know these wolves? How would you know these wolves?

"Who are you?" you find yourself mumbling tiredly, the world around you beginning to shrink back until your brain is only aware of you and the warmth pressed against you.

The wolf in your lap turns its head so that its large eyes are boring into your own. It's still, tail thumping once against the ground, but something stirs in the back of your brain at his gaze. Recognition that filters like sunlight onto little pieces of information in your brain until they merge into something coherent.

It dawns on you with a soft gasp-- you know them, you do. They're--

x - x - x

"Rise and shine, buttercup! I'm sick of having to silence your alarms for you! If you don't get up this time I can and will take photos of your sleeping face! You know, with your mouth all open and drool on your pillow--"

A groan escapes you that you don't quite recognise as a sound you can make, your eyes cracking open to the sight of your roommate's bright, grinning face very close to your own. The first conscious thought to cross your brain is that she does, in fact, look very punchable right now, bending over just so she can hover her face in front of your own with that shit-eating grin.

"Jihyo go away," you slur, sleep still having a very firm grasp on your brain and vocal cords. You slam your face into the pillow, yanking the duvet over your head. Your peace lasts all of 0.03 seconds before your demon of a roommate yanks the cover almost entirely off your bed, revealing your curled form to the cool air and making you whine.

"Why?" you whine, clutching the dinosaur pillow in your hold closer to your chest. "L'me sleep..."

"Nope, nuh-uh," Jihyo moves over to give you a firm smack on the ass, making you yelp and jerk out of your sleepy haze so harshly that you almost fall off the bed. Ow! "I snoozed your alarm for you five times this morning, buttercup. No more! Get up."

"Jihyo," you whine, giving her an accusing look over your shoulder as you rub your stinging behind. "You didn't even hit me where my skin was covered, you cow."

The girl simply shrugs, hands on her hips as she decides that her work here is done and begins to make her way to the door. "That's on you for wearing shorts to bed in autumn, bub. Anyway, you really do have to get up because it's like, what, nine-thirty? And you have a class at ten, so..."

At first you simply blink, her words ringing in your ears but not really sinking in, until they suddenly do and you're leaping from your bed with a yelp.

"Jihyo!"

She cackles, the absolute madwoman, and promptly exits your room. "Better hurry, buttercup!"

At her departure you fly into a panicked rush to get ready, darting around your room and grabbing things at the speed of light. You don't have time to dwell on the contents of the dream you'd been having before you were so rudely awoken, and as you fling yourself around your apartment the remaining slivers you remember of it slip from your brain and out of your grasp until the next time.

x - x - x

Regrettably, all your rushing didn't help you earlier; you still arrived late to class. Your only saving grace is that it was a lecture instead of an actual class, and the professor had been playing a video for the cohort when you arrived and so the lights had been conveniently dimmed for you to slip right in to the back unnoticed.

It actually ended only a few minutes ago, and now you find yourself walking distractedly on the way to your next class, mind lost in all the thoughts you didn't have time to entertain this morning. Fleetingly, the dream flicks through your mind-- what's left in your memory of it, anyway. You can barely conjure any of the details, or even what the two wolves looked like in whole, but the feeling it left behind lingers still in the pit of your abdomen.

You don't understand it. You've been having this dream almost every night for the past week, aside from the nights where you got too little sleep to remember your dreams. Ever since that night when Taehyung and Jimin dragged you to their packhouse, each night has greeted you with the same dream of two wolves in some meadow and you don't know why. Were they that impressionable? Were you so wowed by the sight of the wolves racing that you committed it to your memory subconsciously? Maybe… it’s a possible reason, but it doesn't feel like the reason.

It started as something small, but as the week progressed there was something, a feeling, a sensation, that grew inside you until it stirred restlessly beneath your skin, like now. You're not sure what it is. You feel like you need to be on the move, like there's somewhere you need to be, or you're forgetting something. But you've checked, and you haven't forgotten something, there's nowhere else you're meant to be. So this feeling stirring around your navel... you don't know what to do about it.

Then again, you ponder as you approach the building that holds your next class, perhaps it's just the weird feeling the dreams have been leaving you with that has been making you feel so odd and on edge.

When you enter, your attention is surprisingly not immediately captured by two particular loud men as it usually is the second you step foot in the room. Thanks to their annoyingly sharp senses, the two of them can usually smell you coming before you even reach the door. Admittedly, you're not sure if you're ever going to get used to being told that you have a smell, even if it's not in the usual insulting way. Something you're just going to have to get used to, though, considering you attend a university alongside many supernaturals, two of which are some of your closest friends.

Despite the fact that you weren't accosted upon entry this time, unlike how you usually are, the two boys you begrudgingly call friends are here, seated towards the back of the room. You wonder what stopped them from performing their usual ritual of behaviour as you approach them, but the answer comes to you when you see the light frowns on their faces and the slight bags under their eyes.

"Woah," you remark, taking a seat at the rounded table next to Jimin-- they start slightly at your appearance, ringing some alarm bells in the back of your mind. "You two look like shit. Are you okay?"

Taehyung makes a face, and Jimin gives you a smile that comes out more like a wince.

"We're fine," he says, reaching up to scrub his face with a hand. "Just... a little tired."

You tilt you head, wondering if they're going to tell you why of their own accord or if you're going to have to dig and drag it out of them. Taehyung must recognise the look on your face, because he's letting out a little huff of a laugh and enlightening you in the next moment.

"It's just... some of the members of our pack," he says, yawning. Your mouth falls open in realisation; ah, so it's a wolf thing. You're even more curious now, though. You love learning more about the creatures that walk among the population— plus, they're your friends so you feel like you should learn as much as you can about them.

"Are they causing trouble?" you ask, remembering the events of the other night with an odd shiver that isn't quite anything you can name.

Both males let out a laugh, quietening only as the tutor enters the room and lets out a greeting. Today's class isn't too interactive though, and for the majority of it you're left to your own devices to complete work at your own pace. As soon as the tutor is done telling you all the agenda, Jimin is speaking quietly from next to you.

"It's not that they're causing trouble," he says, tone soft and airy. You like his voice a lot, Taehyung's too— actually, from what you can remember, every single member of the pack had a nice voice. Is it a werewolf requirement or something? Jimin's dark eyes flit from the teacher to you, mouth twisting as though he's trying to figure out how to word what he wants to say next. "It's just that..."

"You know a little bit about wolves, and the hierarchy that runs in packs, right?" Taehyung continues in Jimin's place, blinking at you. You nod, holding your hand up to gesture that your knowledge is so-so at best. "Well, within a pack there are the usual ones you've probably heard-- the alpha, the betas, omegas."

"Ah, yeah, I've heard about that," you say, unable to help the way you lean forward in interest. Taehyung smiles wryly.

"Well, there's a little more to it than that. In our pack, Jiminie and I are deltas," he hums gaze flicking upwards as he ponders how to proceed. "So our role, when we fall back into our dynamics, is largely watching territory, but it also includes taking care of ill and wounded members of the pack."

"Two of the members are sick," Jimin says, turning to you a split second later. "The two that bowled you over, actually."

"Oh," you say, recalling the handsome faces of the two wolves that had inadvertently caused your drink to end up on you and you on the ground that night. "So, they're sick and you've been looking after them? So you're tired? They should be okay though, right? I mean, you're wolves. You bounce back quickly."

The two males share a look before turning back to you, voices still hushed so that you don't draw your tutor over to where the three of you are, most definitely not doing the work assigned.

"That's just the thing, though," Jimin says, a troubled expression crossing his features. "We're wolves, we don't really get sick. The only kind of sickness that gets us is a flu that has mutated from another supernatural creature, but even so... they should have been better by now."

"It's like they just keep slowly getting worse," Taehyung says, frowning. "Jiminie and I are running ourselves into the ground trying to keep up and monitor them. We just can't figure out what's wrong to get on top of it."

"Oh," you say, an unknown feeling welling up inside you. It's something like longing, with a certain twist of urgency. You don't know what drives you to say what you did next. "Well, uh... is there anything I can do to help? You guys look exhausted."

"You wouldn't mind?" Jimin asks, sounding surprised. "Even after the other night? I know it must have been scary."

"Well, I mean, a little bit," you admit, scratching the back of your neck. "But it was also cool as hell. Your wolf forms are so awesome, I kind of wish I got to see it sooner."

"You haven't even seen ours!" Taehyung says, a little louder than intended. When the three of you look up to catch the tutor giving you the stink-eye, you bow your heads and remain silent for a while to get him off your backs.

"For real though," Jimin says a while later, hand still scribbling answers to the activity even as he talks softly. "If you're serious about wanting to help, we'd really appreciate it. The others are all caught up with either schoolwork or other obligations so it's been a little exhausting."

"I don't mind," you say, offering the two a brief smile before going back to pretending to work. "I'm happy to help. Plus... I feel a little bad that I didn't get introduced to them properly, you know?"

Taehyung snorts softly, grinning down at the table. "Yeah, that's true. Thanks, y/n."

You offer him another smile, hoping that they can't sense the way your gut flutters and churns with an unnamed feeling. "Of course."

x - x - x

When you offered to give Taehyung and Jimin a hand with looking after their sick packmates, you were expecting to be making soup or something for them to take over. You weren’t, as it happens, expecting for the two of them to rock up at 6PM while you’re in the middle of a belated cardio workout (which was only happening because you have schoolwork that you were procrastinating at the time) to grab you and drag you back over to their pack dorm to actually, physically help out.

“Why is it every time I come here, I’m always being dragged?” you question, hints of a whine to your voice. They hadn’t even let you change! You’re still in your workout gear, which, granted, consists of just a singlet and tight, ankle-length exercise pants, and isn’t that risqué—but still! The weather is getting colder these days and so are you, right now! If it weren’t for the absolute furnace that is their body temperature and the heat of their hands on your arms, you think you’d be shivering.

“You’ve only been here twice, and this is the second time,” Jimin says dismissively, hand gripping your arm as he leads you up the stairs to their front door. You have a funny feeling in your gut that you can’t quite pin, similar to the last time you were here, but now you don’t even have time to dwell on it before you’re thrown into the pack dorm once more.

It’s much tidier than it was last time.

You’re taken aback by how clean and, well…spacious it is, now that there’s not drunk adolescent bodies crammed everywhere. It’s a very modern layout, as you noticed last time, and tastefully decorated. From what Jimin and Taehyung told you, most of the bedrooms are upstairs and the lowest floor contains most amenities like the kitchen, gym room, etcetera…

The door closes with a resounding thud behind you, and there is a call from beyond the hallway, where you recall the kitchen to be. You don’t think you recognise the voice, though.

“Tae, Jiminie, you’re back!” There is a pause, and something that sounds suspiciously like a sniff. Suddenly, you’re mortified to be the only human here again. “…Who do you have with you?”

Before you’re anywhere near composed enough to be meeting another member of their pack, the two devious bastards are pushing you forwards and around the corner, into the kitchen once more. You have a very sudden, terrible flashback to the last time you were in this kitchen and on instinct you’re scanning the room for a familiar raven-haired male.

To your relief, Yoongi isn’t anywhere to be seen—there is someone at the kitchen counter though, someone that you don’t recognise at all. You freeze, offering a sheepish grin as the two wolves you somehow call your friends hold you in place. Like you could even attempt to get away anyway.

The new figure is taller than Jimin, but not taller than Taehyung. His hair is dark, cherry red, but you can spy some regrowth coming through at the roots, and before you even see the rest of his face you can tell from his eyes and the creases at their ends that this man smiles a lot. You’re proven right when he easily returns the smile you’d flashed him earlier, shooting it at you like a sunbeam. It almost, honest to god, disorients you where you stand.

“Hey Hobi,” Taehyung greets, grinning brightly. “This is y/n, we brought her around at the last party but you were, ah… previously occupied.”

The man before you has the decency to flush slightly, a sheepish grin tugging his lips. You’ve never seen a heart-shaped smile before now, but you’re glad this attractive man was the first one to show you the light.

“Ah… right.” He chuckles, before placing the bowl in his arms onto the counter and offering you a hand. “Sorry to have missed introductions, especially when Tae and Jiminie talk so much about you! I’m Hoseok, but you can call me Hobi, or Hope if you’d like.”

Hope. It clicks together in your head and your own face flushes as you recall last time when they said he, Hope, was off practicing the karma sutra with someone. Mortified that you recalled that tidbit now of all times, you push it from your brain and try to focus on the other things he said.

“It’s nice to meet you,” you say, shaking his hand. You can’t help the way you grumble after though, giving Jimin and Taehyung a glare. “And I hope they haven’t talked too much. Every time I’ve heard them tell one of you about me, it’s always something humiliating.”

“Oh, like being caught watching Ouran Host Club in your lecture?” Hoseok asks, head tilting slightly as he picks the bowl back up. You wince instinctively, and he laughs. It doesn’t get any less humiliating every time you hear it.

“Yup,” you say, feeling very much like you wished you hadn’t agreed to help at all. “Something like that.”

He smiles, but thankfully doesn’t tease you further. Instead, he turns his attention to the two boys beside you.

“What did you bring her for?” he asks, curiosity the only thing you can identify in his tone. Jimin wastes no time in sealing your fate.

“She offered to help when we told her Kookie and Jin were sick!” he says, smacking your shoulder like a proud parent. It was almost a little too hard, and you cough slightly from the impact. Taehyung rubs a soothing hand over the place of impact, giving his brother a look. “So we brought her over, since the others can’t stay and you’re the only one that can run classes at the studio right now.”

Hoseok’s mouth forms an ‘o’, dark eyes flicking to you in surprise. “Oh, that’s very kind of you,” he remarks, flashing you another billion-watt smile. “Thank you, for that. We’re not usually this hopeless at caring for ourselves but one of the ones that’s sick is the one that usually cares for us so… we’ve kind of been running around like headless chickens, heh.”

You shrug, finally feeling a little more settled and a little less like you’d like to flee at the first available opportunity. You’re still very keenly aware of the fact that this is only the second—and first, in Hoseok’s case—time meeting these people, and it’s therefore a little awkward for you. But, to their credit, the way they’re just taking it in stride is really helping you feel less out of place.

Even though technically you hadn’t even planned on coming anywhere near here….

“It’s no problem,” you say, unsure how else to receive his words. He’s still smiling, though, so you’re guessing that he wouldn’t have been too bothered however you answered.

“How are they?” Taehyung asks, soft baritone brushing the air. There’s palpable concern in his voice, and when you glance his way his expression confirms it.

“Well,” Hoseok says, placing the bowl down on the counter again, except with a little more oomph this time. You’re beginning to grow curious as to what exactly is in there. “They’re not any better, but they’re not exactly any worse, either, so… I’m not sure how to answer. Although—”

He smacks his hand onto the counter, a wooden clatter following from the spoon in his grasp, and your eyes widen at the light gashes on the back of his hand. They’re open but not bleeding, as though they’re in the midst of healing, but they look like they were deep at some point. “—Jin has been getting a bit of an attitude, so it’s probably for the best that you brought her. The two of you are going to have to deal with him; she can deal with Kookie, if she needs to. He’s just been sulky.”

“Jin got an attitude?!” Jimin sounds incredulous, and you figure that whichever one is Jin mustn’t normally kick up much of a fuss if he’s reacting like that to the information. “What, why? Did one of you step on his paw again?”

For a moment, you think it’s just a figure of speech, like a wolf thing, but then Hoseok huffs and grumbles, rolling his eyes. “No! That was only once! No one went near his stupid paws this time. He’s been shifted ever since he started feeling sick but he’s only just started getting snappy. He’s a little testy right now… it’s why I was down here, making him stupid treats because he can’t eat human desserts in this form.”

Wait, so both of them… are wolves right now? You’re suddenly a little nervous, but do your best not to show it—somehow, despite the fact their senses are so much more advanced than yours and usually you’d be instantly found out, they’re a little too distracted with the issue currently on their hands to notice.

As though he can hear the slander being thrown around on the floors below him, there is a sudden long, muffled howl that pierces the air—the sound is weaker than you’d expect but still startles you, making you jump. As it ends, it’s followed by a thump and a series of thunks and rattles, like something had been knocked off a shelf. Hoseok rolls his eyes, and you put the pieces together and realise that must have been the wolf in question.

Jimin is wincing, reaching to take the bowl and spoon into his hands. “Uh, okay—we’ll keep an eye on him, and I’ll finish making his, uh… his scooby snacks. You can get going, I know you have a class ready to start in, like, ten minutes.”

Hoseok shoots his packmate a thankful look, more being said with his eyes than you’re privy to as a complete stranger. Now he’s relieved of his duties for the night,

“Thank you,” he says, passing Jimin the whisk that lay discarded at the other end of the bench. You then watch as he moves around the counter to grab what you quickly realise is a gym bag from its perch on the table. You half expect him to wave and then be on his way, but he halts partway towards the door, something on the tip of his tongue.

“If they don’t get better…” he trails off, brows furrowed. It’s in this moment that it really sinks in for you that their packmates must be quite sick for them to be so concerned, and you feel bad that you regretted being dragged here earlier. Jimin and Taehyung are your friends and they need help caring for their pack, their family. You feel crummy for opposing it even a little bit.

Hoseok shakes his head, brows furrowing further. “No, even if they do start to get better—I think we should call the Head Healer. This isn’t normal, and whether its some supernatural flu or something else I think they should know. I’ll tell Yoongi to call his dad, but be prepared to tell him in case he forgets.”

The two males beside you nod, Jimin’s orange locks bouncing from the fervour with which he did so.

“Will do,” Taehyung affirms, nodding towards the redhead. “We’ll take care of them in the meantime.”

Hoseok nods, expression lightening for a fraction of a second. His gaze is soon flitting back to you, a smile that makes your heart skip a beat on his lips. “It was a pleasure to meet you, despite the circumstances,” he declares politely, even if the gleam in his eye is anything but. It takes all of your willpower to keep a straight face. “I’d love to get to know you a little more sometime—”

“YAH get out of here you slimy—” Jimin is huffing suddenly, red-faced and outraged, waving his arms before darting forward to chase his packmate out. “Don’t speak to her like that! She’s off-limits! Do not put your dirty whore hands anywhere near—”

The two of them disappear around the corner, but the sound of Hoseok’s cackling and Jimin’s indignant yells reach you loud and clear anyway. As Jimin sees his packmate off at the door, Taehyung picks up the bowl and resumes where Hoseok left off, and you’re left wondering just how this night is going to go with two massive wolves upstairs needing to be cared for.

x – x

“Okay, so… here’s the plan.”

You listen attentively, fidgeting on the spot and wishing not for the first time that these two idiots had let you change before dragging you here to help out. The sweat has made your head itchy, and you’re trying so hard not to scratch it that you feel your hands trembling. Thankfully, the two wolves beside you remain none the wiser to your inner turmoil and the occasional stink-eye you throw their way.

“Me and Jiminie are gonna go deal with Jin-hyung,” Taehyung says, pausing as a loud thump echoes from the floor above. The three of you are standing at the foot of the stairs, and had been about to go up before the taller man halted you all to make a game-plan. “It… seems like it’s gonna be a two person job. I don’t know what his problem is…?”

He looks to the side to Jimin as he trails off, but his friend merely shrugs, no closer to knowing the source of his packmate’s behaviour than he is. Taehyung huffs, turning to you. “And you can handle Kookie. Just take his food up for him, apparently he’s just been sulky and he’s not aggressive in wolf or human form so you shouldn’t have anything to be worried about.”

You nod as he hands you a bowl of cooked and seasoned meat that makes even your mouth water from the aroma wafting with steam into the air. “Great. That really comforts me, thank you.”

Taehyung grins and Jimin rolls his eyes. “If he allows it, could you check his temperature when you go up there? I know we usually run hot, but we’ve noticed that with whatever sickness this is their temperatures fluctuate a lot. It’ll be really helpful if you can just tell us whether he’s warm or cold.”

You nod again, Jimin appearing satisfied with his instruction. Taehyung throws his hand in the air, almost dislodging the bowl in his hold as he does so. “Alright! Autobots, roll out!”

You simply turn to go up the stairs first, already hearing Jimin deliver his packmate with a firm whack for being an idiot. You reach the top of the stairs and pause, eyes sweeping across the hallway and the abundance of closed doors with little or no distinguishing characteristics. Well, shit.

“Last door on the right, y/n!”

Perfect. Off you go.

As you approach the end of the hallway, another door opposite the one you’re heading towards, the feeling that has been sitting dormant in your abdomen suddenly stirs to life. The tugging around your navel is more persistent than ever, leaving you confused and a little disoriented as you finally reach the last door on the right. To your surprise, there is a shuffling sound from the door opposite, on the left side of the hall, and a low, baleful whine that reaches you through the wood and makes your heart drop and clench. You don’t think you’ve ever reacted so strongly to, well, anything before.

Shaking your head and hearing the other two follow behind you in the hall, you grasp the doorknob of the door you’ve been directed to and ease it open, slipping inside as quietly as possible before closing it behind you. Taking a deep breath to calm yourself and attempt to smother the quickened pace of your heart before it’s beating gets too loud, you slowly look up from the door handle and survey the rest of the room.

It’s chic, a stylish combination of white and various cool greys across the room. The window is open but the dark curtains drawn, the breeze ruffling them ever so slightly and making you shiver as it reaches you from across the room. It’s nice, you admit to yourself, momentarily forgetting why you’re there. You’re quickly reminded once more, however, at the sight of the massive furry lump sprawled across the queen-sized bed. The main overhead light isn’t on, but the bedside lamps are and it’s enough to illuminate the wolf left in your care for the time being. There’s something about him that tickles familiarity in the back of your mind as you survey his form; his coat is a sleek mixture of ink and charcoal, fur illuminated dark chestnut where it falls beneath the light. You can’t quite put your finger on why you feel something stir inside you at the sight of him, this massive wolf sprawled across the bed, and for the time being you decide to give up on attempting to understand it.

Adjusting your hold on the bowl in your hands, you move closer to the bed, unable to help the way you keep admiring this wolf’s majestic form even as he faces away from you. You know this one is the member called Jungkook, but you can’t quite put a human face to the name to recall which wolf it was that bowled you over a week ago. 

Initially, you thought that he might have been asleep, but as you grow closer to the bed you hear the softest whimper enter the air, followed by a thin whine. You freeze, looking up just in time to see a large, heavy-lidded, amber eye watching you move. Distantly, you realise that this is the sort of sight that should be making you freeze in fear. Instead, the only thing you feel is something odd and foreign, curling warmly in the pit of your abdomen. You’re not sure what to do with it, and to be honest it gives you pause. 

“Uh, hey,” you say softly, feeling a little awkward. The wolf gives a huff, blinking his large eye somewhat owlishly—while he didn’t seem to really see you earlier, he appears to be registering your appearance now. “We’ve met before… I’m Taehyung and Jimin’s friend. They said that you guys were sick so I offered to help out…”

The wolf shuffles in place, looking a little more alert. Thankfully, as Taehyung had promised, he doesn’t seem aggressive or anything like that. Actually, he seems about the opposite—as he rises to a slightly more elevated position on the bed, now facing you, he lets out another long, low whine. It makes your insides clench with something like sympathy. You place the bowl where he can reach it and immediately the wolf starts devouring his meal.

There is a sudden yowl that pierces through the walls and makes you jump, but the wolf before you couldn’t be more unbothered. In the blink of an eye the bowl is emptied and licked clean, the wolf’s massive head lifting to pin you with a look that seems to say ‘what next?’. You move the bowl so it isn’t tipped, placing it on the bedside table next to a black Nintendo Switch console there. Before you can flounder too much, you recall Jimin’s instructions from earlier.

“Oh, I need to check your temperature, as well…” you inform him, still speaking softly. There is a bit of a commotion from beyond the bedroom door and you think you hear Taehyung holler something stupid, but can’t be sure. You decide to ignore it.

Tentatively, you reach your hand up, simply going for the wolf’s forehead or the closest thing to it. To your surprise, despite the minute nod that the wolf had offered you just before, now he seems to be moving his head just out of reach every time you come close. There’s a peculiar gleam in his big puppy eyes that you can’t quite decipher, almost something sly as you continue attempting to place the back of your hand against his head. His relentless shifting ends up with you leaning over the bed to reach him, and you realise a little too late just how unstable you are. Finally, he allows you to place your hand against his head, but it lasts for barely a second before the bed is shifting suddenly and then you’re falling onto the mattress with an ‘oof!’.

The wolf huffs, a massive arm laying over your hips and his head flopped down on your chest just below your breasts. You can feel your face heat in a combination of embarrassment, confusion, and fluster. For a moment, you’re too stunned to even move.

“What are you—” you can’t even finish a full sentence, you’re so flustered. “I only need to take your temperature! Let me up, please—”

You attempt to move, or even prop yourself on your elbows, and the wolf whimpers, pitifully, more of his weight bearing down on you. You pause before trying again and receiving the same reaction, this time with a mournful whine tacked onto the end.

“You’re a big baby,” you find yourself saying, tone much closer to exasperated scolding than you might have expected. “Are you really not gonna let me up?”

In response, you receive a huff and an adjustment of the wolf’s hold on you that makes it even more difficult for you to get up from the bed, his massive paw pressing into the mattress on the other side of you. When you let out a heavy sigh, he whimpers and butts his head against you, the action oddly affectionate.

“I can’t believe this,” you mutter, staring at the ceiling and wondering what on earth has just happened in the past few minutes. Since you can do nothing else, you take the opportunity to finally touch his forehead and take his temperature. He’s a little cool, but oddly doesn’t stay that way; it’s like you can feel him warming beneath your hand.

Really, you’re pretty much trapped right now. You’re not as scared as one might think you would be, and you don’t really know what you’re feeling in response to the situation. You do know that something flips and flutters inside you every time you move and you hear him whimper, or whine and snuggle closer. This wolf is almost the size of a bear and is snuggling all over you like a teacup puppy.

You’re not sure how long you lay in spot before your two idiot friends finally realise you’ve been gone a little too long for the menial tasks you were given and come knocking. The creak of the door easing open makes you jump slightly in surprise and the hackles on the wolf to raise ever so slightly.

“y/n, what is taking you so l—oh. Oh my gosh.”

Your head whips in the direction of the door, and a pleading look is already on your face before you can even think to muster it. Taehyung and Jimin stand stock still in the doorway, faces portraying an almost comical amount of shock. Jimin squints, rubbing his eyes as though he’s making sure he’s really seeing what he’s seeing. “Uh… what happened here?”

“He won’t let me up,” you grumble, face on fire. This is humiliating. The wolf huffs, like he’s talking back to you, and both Taehyung and Jimin’s eyebrows shoot up. “He’s sneaky. I just tried to take his temperature and….”

“Oh, right,” Jimin says, blinking rapidly. “How is it?”

“A little cold, but each time I check he gets warmer,” you inform him, the distant hilarity of the situation not lost on you as you calmly discuss the health and wellbeing of the wolf that currently has you pinned to his bed as a makeshift teddy bear. Jimin goes to take a step forward and a soft growl halts him mid-movement, the sound something you can feel rumbling from deep within the wolf’s chest.

“Jungkookie,” he scolds, gasping in affront. “Don’t be nasty.”

“Oh my god,” Taehyung mumbles to himself, something cheeky and mischievous that spells absolute trouble glimmering in his eyes. “This is fantastic—just wait until you’re human again, Koo. You’re not gonna live this down.”

Unimpressed, you send them a glare—some of your limbs are starting to fall asleep, maybe they could try and help you get out? Catching the look you send them, the two men share their own, and you can safely say you don’t quite like the tone of it.

They better not leave you here.

x – x – x

The next day finds you sprawled on your bed, feeling dead to the world.

True to their historically goblin nature, your two best friends had indeed left you there.

You’d found out later that it was because they knew they’d only be able to slip you out from under the wolf when he fell asleep (because apparently once he’s out, he sleeps like the dead, no matter the form). But until such a time as they actually came and retrieved you from beneath their sick, clingy packmate, you were incredibly annoyed with them. It had taken about an hour or so for the wolf, Jungkook, to fall asleep—about halfway through that you’d subconsciously keyed into the same plan as them and had begun carding your hands through his fur in an attempt to lull him to sleep faster. It had worked, and you don’t want to think about how dead your limbs would be if the wolf had taken any longer to fall asleep.

In all, the ordeal was incredibly embarrassing and your only saving grace is that Taehyung and Jimin were too busy planning how to tease their youngest packmate to tease you. Which is lucky because, wolf or not, if they’d teased you then you might have killed them.

You didn’t get back until around midnight, since you’d stayed a bit longer to help Taehyung and Jimin cook and prepare some stuff in case the two wolves woke up worse. As soon as your head hat hit the pillow, you’d knocked right out. Shamefully, you slept so deep and long that you missed your alarm for your morning class and woke up closer to lunch, which is where you are now.

Laying in bed with aching eyes and wishing that you didn’t have another class in another two hours.

Jihyo hadn’t even questioned where you went for so long last night, but also hadn’t made a joke about you finally getting some so you figure she’s waiting to pounce on you later. You find she’s already left for the day, when you finally wrangle yourself from bed and attempt to resume life as a functioning human being. So you’re safe until at least this afternoon, when she finishes her shift at the university second-hand bookstore. You can probably remain safe for longer if you study at the library and come home when she goes to her pilates class.

You’re shamefully good at evading her, at this point. You’d feel bad if it wasn’t a skill you’d learnt for survival.

You took your time a little too much while getting ready for your class, and it made you run so late that for the time being even you completely forgot about the events of last night. Well, you did until you enter your classroom and are greeted by two loud hollers of your name. Honestly, do they have no shame? Do attractive people even feel shame?

“Shut up,” you grumble half-heartedly as you take your seat between them, resisting the urge to rub your eyes since you’d put on mascara earlier. One of many things that had almost made you late. “You’re so loud.”

You complain, but secretly you’re glad for the noise—it means they’re feeling better, and things must also be improving at the pack dorm. When you finally raise your eyes to survey their faces, you find them displaying an odd mix of emotions. Like they’re glad, relieved, but at the same time still concerned about something.

“So… how are things at the dorm?” you inquire tentatively, making the most of the time you have before your tutor arrives and begins the class; it seems you aren’t the only one running behind today.

Taehyung lets out a huff, resting his cheek in his hand with a wry smile. “Well, Jungkookie is much better. You must have a magic touch because he was up and back into his human form this morning. He wanted to go to his classes but Namjoon made him stay back because he’s still not completely better.”

“On the other hand,” Jimin continues, without the need of prompting. “Seokjin… well, it’s almost like he’s the same as before, slowly getting worse. We can’t figure out what is wrong with him and why his condition isn’t turning around like Jungkook’s is.”

Ah, now you understand their expressions. They look about as confused as you feel, too. It doesn’t leave you with a very good feeling, if they’re the experts in this area and even they’re stumped for an explanation.

“We got Yoongi to call his dad, though. I heard them on the phone before we left so I suppose we’ll hear what he recommends when we get back.”

You hum to acknowledge what he said, opening your mouth to respond but deciding against it when you see the tutor hurtle into the room, out of breath and frantic.

“Sorry I’m late, everyone! If you could please all open your books to this week’s chapter, I will begin with the slides in just a moment!”

x – x – x

Considering that what you’d heard from your two wolf friends was that one of their packmates was on the mend and the other less so, you hadn’t really expected to hear anything else from them. That proves to be the exact opposite of what happens, though.

At quarter to three in the morning, you’re woken to sharp, persistent banging on your front door—the kind that makes you scared that the door is actually going to break beneath the force of the blows raining down on it. You tear out of your bed and stumble down the hall to answer it, knowing that if Jihyo has to get up to do it she’s going to tear you a new asshole.

“WHAT?!” You snap, not even seeing properly through the bleariness in your eyes but knowing in your heart there’s only two people ballsy enough to come bust your door down at this hour in the morning. “Are you trying to get me killed?! Jihyo still hasn’t forgotten about the last time you came over and ruined her sleep!”

Jimin has the decency to look somewhat sheepish, but Taehyung simply looks distressed. “Look, I’m not gonna say I’m sorry because I’m not, but we really need you to come with us right now.”

You blink, reaching to rub your eyes and feeling a strand of your hair flop into your face in response. You just know it looks like something made at the hands of Jackson Pollock right now. “What? The hell? Do you mean?”

It’s Jimin’s airy tone that reaches you this time, lowering your hackles ever so slightly. “No, he’s lying, we are sorry, it’s just—it’s an emergency. Something happened and we need your help to test a… a theory, if you will.”

You stare at him, willing his words to make sense in your sleepy brain. “I don’t understand.”

“That’s fine,” Taehyung says; and then in the next second he reaches and grabs you around the waist, slinging you over his shoulder. “We just need you to come. Can you lock up so she doesn’t kill us, Jiminie?”

You’re too stunned to even say anything as you hear Jimin lock your front door behind you, Taehyung already beginning to move post-haste down the apartment building hallway with you over his shoulder. When you finally catch-up to the events of the current moment, you instantly curse the blonde man out. “Hey, what the fuck—I can walk! Put me down! Put me down or I’ll go straight back home!”

“No way,” Taehyung argues, already exiting the building with you in tow. “You’re just gonna go back no matter what, if I put you down. I saw that look in your eyes, the one you get when you’re about to slam the door in our faces. We really need you to come, y/n.”

You blink, trying to remember if you planned on closing the door in their faces. It was only a few moments ago, but you’re still half-asleep and can’t remember for the life of you. A part of you wishes to speak up and deny his words, but for however outraged you are right now you’re still attuned to the words he’s saying and the vocal cues that accompany his speech. It gives you pause, because he seems really, genuinely distressed right now.

“What happened? What’s going on?”

Jimin has since caught up to the two of you and is opening the car door, preparing the back seat for your entry—you haven’t seen this one before, so you presume it must belong to one of the older pack members. “It’s Jin-hyung and Kookie.”

“What?” Confusion combines with sleepiness to make you sound like the stupidest person on earth. “I thought they were getting better? Or at least Jungkook was—”

“We thought so too,” Taehyung says, finally putting you down and patting your head in a makeshift apology. You decide that killing him can wait for later.

“And then… tonight happened.”

As the two of them climb hurriedly into the car and buckle up to send you all on your way to the pack dorm, they fill you in on the events of the evening. While Jungkook had shown a marked improvement over the day, it was like a switch had flipped as soon as night fell and the moon emerged from below the horizon. He relapsed to a worse state than he was in last night, and Seokjin’s condition apparently worsened as well. Alarmed and not having a single idea what to do, they’d called in Yoongi’s father who had spent a large majority of the night attempting to diagnose them and prevent their condition from worsening. Only around half an hour ago had he put together a theory as to what was wrong with them, after all the pack members filled him in on everything they could.

“Wait so—Yoongi’s dad? The healer…?” you wait for their nods of confirmation before continuing. “He thinks it has something to do with me? Wait, if that’s the case should you even be bringing me back?! What if I make them worse again! God, I knew I shouldn’t have rocked up to the party last week…”

“No, well—I mean—” Jimin flounders for what to say, cutting himself off when he comes close to saying something and giving you the sense that there is another element to this that they’re not telling you. You have half a mind to demand to know, but you also recognise it could also be a wolf thing that you have no business knowing. “Don’t worry, if the head healer of our pack is calling you back, it’s not because he thinks you’re the thing making them sick.”

That does ease you, admittedly. Just a bit. You yawn, catching movement outside your window and realising with a startle that you’re already at the pack dorm. Instantly, for reasons barely known to you, your stomach erupts into a live bundle of nerves. You’re so baffled by it that you don’t even notice as the car pulls to a stop and your door is being opened in the next second by a perplexed Jimin.

“Are you alright?”

You give him a stinky look to save face as you climb out of the car, pretending your legs aren’t wobbly. “You’re asking that now?”

At the attitude in your voice the expression of concern slips right off his face and he snorts, looping his arm through yours and dragging you up the path to the pack dorm for the third time in a week. “Oh good, you’re alright. Hurry up now, I can hear them howling like pups from here.”

You go to bite back with a response but pause, because the second you tune into your ears you can hear it too. It’s mournful, the way the howls pierce the air. Baleful, especially when paired with the scenery of the almost-full moon hanging above the trees. Again, you’re not scared, just oddly… nervous. As in, full of nerves. It’s as though there are a thousand bees buzzing in your abdomen, and the network of nerves and synapses in your body have turned to live wires beneath your skin, thrumming and prickling with energy.

What does your subconscious seem to know that you don’t?

The howls are amplified the second you enter the house and there is no longer several inches of thick wall muffling their piercing resonance. They seem to be upstairs once more, on the side of the house that you didn’t venture into last time. Now that you’re close enough, you can distinguish that it’s not only pitiful howls breaking the air, but soft whimpers and whines, as well. Something about it, the quality of the sounds brushing your ears, makes your eyes prick with tears. It’s almost like…. Grieving. Like they’re calling out for something or someone that isn’t coming.

“Wow, they’re somehow even louder than when we left,” Jimin remarks, already dragging you towards the stairs and beginning on the climb up. “For wolves that are so sick they sure do still have a pair of lungs on them.”

You’re too busy remembering the fact that you’re currently dressed in the same shorts and singlet combo you’ve been in all week, and that you’re in a house full of men (and wolves, but you digress) to offer a response. Your arrival at the top of the stairs brings you to the sight of a number of men at the end of the hall, gathered together and muttering amongst themselves. You recognise all but one, and figure that the unfamiliar older gentleman must be Yoongi’s father as you’d heard of him.

“We brought her,” Jimin announces, though you doubt it was very necessary since they could probably smell you coming from the driveway. “Are they doing any better?”

Yoongi leans around Namjoon to deliver the younger with a deadpan look. “Listen for yourself.”

Right on cue, there is another round of pitiful howling, the noise tugging at something deep inside you. Why did it make you want to go to them? Are your instincts broken? That seems like a crazy reaction to have. Perhaps you should go get yourself checked out after this ordeal, though you’re unsure which professional you should be seeking out.

Jimin winces. “Alright. So they’re not doing much better at all.”

The new character, Yoongi’s dad, steps forward and reaches out to shake your hand. “Hello, you must be y/n. I’m Yunho, the Head Healer of this pack. I’m so sorry to have brought you out here at such a late hour.”

Now that everyone’s attention is on you, and Yunho looks so genuinely apologetic (you see the relation to Yoongi in the kind set of his features) you find your earlier anger at being awoken and dragged here fizzling out for good. Somewhat meekly, you manage to respond, “It’s fine. If I can help then I don’t mind at all.”

The older man smiles at your words, appreciation in his tone as he thanks you. “We’re really grateful, for that. Now, if you don’t mind, all I want you to do is just… go into the room with them.”

You blink, Taehyung and Jimin already having begun guiding (read: dragging) you to the room in question. “Pardon?”

Yunho seems slightly amused and sheepish. “I… have a theory, as to what is wrong with these two. I will inform you of everything after we test it out, but would you be able to go in, for now? Please?”

You’re not exactly in a position to refuse, not that you really want to anyway. As silly as it is, if going into the room where the wolves are is something that will somehow actually help them, then you’ll do it. Especially because you don’t think you can handle much more of their baleful howling—they seem miserable.

“Yeah, okay. Of course.” You shake your limbs out, shrugging your arms out of your friends’ grips and shooting them a glare for manhandling your again. They have the decency to appear slighty apologetic.

The entire pack in the hallway parts to let you through, like a sea of wolves. The room they direct you to is the one opposite of the one you went into last night, the one where the rowdy wolf that Jimin and Taehyung took care of had been. Taking a deep breath, you push the slightly ajar door open, biting your lip in anticipation of what you will see on the other side.

It’s a room similar in shape to Jungkook’s, but with blues and yellows mixed into the scheme of whites and greys. It is, put simply and as objectively as possible, a mess. You can see where things have been knocked off of shelves and desks, and some items (namely one of the bed posts) have been chewed up and left disfigured. It looks like a house with remnants of a temper tantrum from a puppy left alone too soon. They aren’t on the bed, which is oddly bare, and you see why a moment later when you catch sight of them huddled together on the floor, the size of small bears but shaking and whimpering so pathetically that you don’t feel even a shred of fear as you gaze upon them. A rumpled mixture of fluffy blankets and duvets are beneath them in a makeshift nest, some of them still attached to the bed and tucked underneath the end of the mattress.

You’re not sure what you expected when you stepped into the room, but it wasn’t for the two wolves to fall dead silent upon your arrival. You freeze, unsure how to proceed until there is a nudge at your back, and you turn over your shoulder to see Yunho giving you an encouraging look.

“Just go over to them, it will be okay. They won’t hurt you.”

You didn’t realise that was a fear you had until his words soothed it, and you take another deep breath to steel yourself before following his directions. You can’t tell whether the wolves are awake, or in that feverish place between sleep and waking, but the closer you get the less restless they seem and the less noises tumble from their jaws. Unsure what they want you to do when you reach the wolves, you turn back with a questioning look. Already, at the silence in the room, Yunho has a relieved look on his face. He makes a hand movement, gesturing for you to take a seat, and you see several heads pop around the doorframe to watch as you do so.

Blushing madly and pretending that you’re not as embarrassed as you are, you sink to your knees in front of the two wolves, eyes scanning over the one you hadn’t seen before today.

Seokjin, if you recall correctly; the eldest in the pack (well… this little subgroup of the larger pack, anyway), and the other wolf that bowled you over that day. A sense of familiarity washes over you as you view him, too, despite the fact you don’t think you’ve ever seen him in his wolf form before. His coat is sandy and light, caramel-hued in some places with accents of white around his eyes and front paws. Again, you can’t quite place where you’ve seen him before, but you know deep down that you have. The same goes for Jungkook, who appears extra dark next to his lighter packmate. Each of their heads is larger, broader than one of your thighs, something you become acutely aware of as you shuffle closer on your knees. Two barely-seeing sets of amber eyes watch your every movement.

Just when you go to look back and see what they want you to do next, there is shuffling from in front of you that captures your attention instead; a whimper escapes Jungkook, but Seokjin is the one that is moving, lifting his head and craning it forward until his moist nose skims your knee, sniffing tentatively. Whatever you smell like must confirm something for him, because in the next moment he’s letting out a low whine from the back of his throat and struggling forward, butting his head against you before rubbing the side of it along your thigh. You don’t have words to describe how hot your face is right now. Just when you think it can’t get any more embarrassing, the darker wolf gains a sudden burst of energy and lurches forward, snapping his teeth around the edge of your shorts leg and tugging lightly.

“Wh—” you don’t even have the brain space to finish whatever you were going to say, too busy shuffling forward and trying to make sure this wolf doesn’t pants you in front of the rest of the pack who are—as you confirm with an alarmed look over your shoulder—still watching everything unfold. The wolf, Jungkook, doesn’t stop tugging until you’re nestled deep between their two bodies, their temperatures rising each second you spend there, and as soon as he releases his teeth from the material of your shorts, Seokjin’s body is tilting and his head is coming to press against you and trap you in.

This is ridiculous. Is this actually happening? Are you not still at home, dreaming?

Your alarmed look is directed at the rest of the pack mates and Yunho once more, the older man letting out a sigh and wincing lightly. The rest of the members seem an odd mix of relieved and baffled. It does not soothe you one bit.

“Okay… y/n, there’s something we need to talk to you about.”

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Elucien: 20 lashes pt II

link to part 1 here

He should let her walk away from him.

He should remain in the corridor.

But her words keep replaying in his mind as she strides down the steps and out the front doors.

“You deserve better,” she had said.

And Lucien realizes… who was the last person to ever consider what he deserved?

For the life of him, Lucien can’t recall the last person, the last instance, where someone took his side.

Where someone stood up for him.

But Elain…

His reluctant mate.

She’d taken his side.

Lucien’s legs are suddenly restless, and he starts down the stairs and towards those double doors.

Out on the front lawn he sees Elain making a bee-line for the stone bench, that sits beneath a dogwood tree.

He nearly chuckles when she plunks herself down unceremoniously.

But then she’s frowning, cradling her hand in her lap. She is in pain.

Lucien hastens his stride to join her. That right hook she had thrown was piss poor. Her fist had been balled up tight, thumb tucked in. She probably jammed her fingers.

And the second punch to Tamlin’s shoulder certainly hadn’t done her any favors.

Lucien cautiously closes the distance between them with extreme caution.

It feels like he’s approaching an easily startled deer.

He wants her to know that he holds her to no promises. He is not taking her display of defiance on his behalf as consent. Lucien only means to help.

He expects nothing in return.

Lucien gestures to the empty space beside her. “May I?”

Elain doesn’t look up from her already bruising knuckles, but nods.

Lucien fluidly sits beside her, taking a deep, steadying breath before speaking again. “I can fix that. Your hand.”

She stills and Lucien curses himself.

He is searching his mind for an excuse to leave when Elain slowly offers him her hand.

It sits there for a moment, hovering in mid air. All Lucien can do is stare at it.

But the soft voice of the mating bond returns to him for the first time in a very long time, and urges Lucien to act.

Willing himself not to tremble, Lucien gently takes Elain’s hand.

It is warm and soft. It reminds him of her eyes.

He holds her fingers in both his hands, lips twisting as he runs a thumb across her knuckles.

“Is it… bad?” Elain asks. “It does hurt. But it doesn’t feel like I broke anything.”

“Can you try and move your little finger for me?”

Elain swallows then hisses as her pinky gives the smallest of movements.

“That’s what I thought,” he murmurs. “It’s a fairly common injury. Usually seen in drunken brawls.”

“I confess myself inexperienced with such injuries.”

Lucien chuckles at her quiet humor.

Her cheeks pink, Elain presses, “I’m assuming it’s not so grave an injury.”

Lucien meets her eyes and dares the hint of a smirk. “You may never garden again.”

To his surprise and delight, Elain laughs. A true laugh. She tosses her head back and the setting sun casts her hair a burnished gold.

Still, he doesn’t allow himself to hope that this amicability, this easy conversation, will ever evolve beyond this day. Beyond this moment.

He clears his throat as her laughter winds down. “This may tingle a bit,” he cautions.

Elain bobs her head, and Lucien holds her hand just a little tighter, focusing on healing those fractures.

“I didn’t know you had healing magic,” Elain says, a current of discomfort lacing her tone.

“Only the barest amount. No more than your standard fae.” He looks up from her slowly mending hand, meeting her gaze yet again. “You likely have some yourself.”

She hums in approval and the wrinkle between her brows smooths as Lucien finishes healing her hand.

He is reluctant to release it.

When will he touch her again?

When will they be this close again?

No.

He cannot allow himself to hope for that. He cannot allow himself to even consider the possibility.

With no small amount of effort, Lucien releases his hold on her hand.

His chest pinches when she doesn’t immediately withdraw.

Instead she lifts her hand from his palm and holds it to the sunlight, examining it curiously.

“Can you move your fingers?” Lucien asks (even though he knows the answer).

She wiggles her delicate fingers, and something primal in Lucien is pleased.

He has cared for his mate. He has made her feel better. He has healed her.

“I don’t regret it,” Elain says, still admiring her hand. “Hitting him.”

Lucien’s mouth is dry. He doesn’t know how to respond.

She drops her hand then folds both of them in her lap. Her brown eyes focus on the ground as though she’s seeking out an answer in the emerald blades of grass.

“I was just… so angry.” Elain sighs. “I’ve never been so angry in my life.”

He had seen it. He had seen the anger break out on her face. Had practically smelled it on her before she turned and marched into the manor.

And he recognized it. He recognized that feral animosity.

Elain had learned that someone had harmed her mate, and had felt that primal urge to defend him.

“It was like I was burning. It felt like my blood was… charged.”

Lucien nods and considers his next words carefully. “I am familiar with the feeling.”

Elain’s eyes snap to him, and he can’t tell if she’s curious or crestfallen. “It’s… it’s part of… what we share then.”

He nods again.

She sits a little taller, steeling herself. “It’s a part of the mating bond.”

Lucien fights to keep his jaw from dropping. For some reason it’s… staggering to hear her say those words. To hear her mention the mating bond and call it by its name.

“I thought I’d gone mad,” she murmurs. “It felt like I’d lost all control.”

Self-admonishment and guilt flicker in her eyes and Lucien feels a pang of sympathy…

…and again that primal urge to fix this, comfort her.

“No, you aren’t mad.” He didn’t dare hold her stare when he spoke the next words. “It’s white hot when it starts. Your blood roaring in your ears. Your heart thundering against your chest. It blinds you. You feel a need, a compulsion, to act.” Lucien folded his arms and leaned back against the tree, trying to appear casual though he felt anything but. “It takes root and you feel entitled to the rage, because… because the person who… who, erm…”

He doesn’t know how to say it without alarming her.

So she says it for him: “The person who you are bonded to?”

But she says it not as a suggestion.

She says it as a mercy.

To let him know that she is not afraid of him. Not afraid of the bond. He had, in keeping his distance, gained this much ground in her trust.

He continues, “Yes, you feel entitled to rage for that person, and that call to protect… it has to be answered. You think the only way it will fade is… is if you take action.”

“And it did,” she says. “It went away after I hit him…”

There’s an awkward pause and Lucien takes no time in filling it.

“And don’t forgetting spitting at him…”

A soft, wry laugh.

Silence that Lucien is again happy to fill.

“…and then hitting him again.”

Her laugh is a little brighter this time, and when she again meets his gaze her expression is… grateful.

He clears his throat, not wanting to allow himself the chance to savor this moment. To savor the way she looks at him without apprehension.

He doesn’t want her to run.

But he also wants her to know that she is free to.

It pains him to say it, but he forces himself to: “The bond causes many urges, but they are… more easily ignored than some may believe.”

It’s a lie.

But something like disappointment flashes across her face…

It’s just as quickly gone as it had arrived. “I see.”

Lucien feels something between them then. A sort of static thread anchored at the center of his chest. The place where he had felt that warmth spark all those years ago when she’d tumbled out of that cauldron and he had realized she was his mate.

And he suddenly notices that her dainty fingers are resting over her breastbone. Right where she might feel a similar sensation to the one he is experiencing.

This remarkable thread he’d never noticed till this day.

Lucien’s heart wrenches. Oily regret seepes through his veins at what can never be.

He debates telling her now. Telling her what he has planned to give her for Solstice this year.

The opportunity to break their bond.

Gods dammit he had just accepted that their bond was a sham.

He had just resigned himself to being without a mate.

He’d been training his mind for months not to go mad at the loss of her.

And then she had shown up today.

Looking like an angel.

Smiling at him.

Laughing at his jokes.

Wearing his earrings.

Defending him.

Letting him touch her.

Discussing the bond.

Her human heart, he realized, still existed there. It still beat. Fickle and volatile and full.

Did he dare unlock those doors?

Did he dare break the locks he had forged to keep her out?

Did he dare allow himself to dream again?

Did he deserve to?

“I asked you once,” Elain begins, her voice as fragile as a rose petal, “if you could hear my heart. You said you could not.”

Lucien nodded.

“Is the answer the same now?” she asks.

And he can tell that for whatever reason… Elain is hopeful his answer will be different.

But he cannot lie to her. He cannot lie to his mate.

“I cannot.”

The only sound is the breeze rustling the leaves, and Lucien’s blood pounding in his ears.

He remembers her response from before as though it was the rhythm of his own heart:

“No one ever does. No one ever looked—not really.”

Her expression then, so forlorn, so hopeless…

She did not wear it now.

Instead, Elain nods, and she seems almost resolute. As though she’s come to a decision.

He doesn’t dare consider what that decision may be. He doesn’t dare to hope.

And even still, as their eyes meet, he can almost hear what she’s thinking. Or at least he thinks so…

But you see me all the same, don’t you?

And he knows she can’t hear him, but he answers her silently: Yes, I do.

The easy silence continues and Lucien, for once, has no words.

“This Court is far too pretty for Tamlin,” she scowls.

And Lucien laughs, full bodied, at such a menacing expression on such a lovely face.

“You should tell him that.”

Elain balks. “I think I should ration my abuses towards him wisely. I’ve already punched him twice on this visit.”

“And spit at him,” Lucien adds wisely.

She laughs and Lucien is reminded of fox-glove flowers.

He is reminded of light and happiness.

The mating bond is the farthest thing from his mind.

Only Elain and her laughter remain.

Elain, her laughter, and the promise of maybe purchasing a new set of sheers for this year’s solstice gift instead.

[temilyrights]

push

Summary: Alex Blake x Reader. There’s nothing like a tragedy to get someone to confess their feelings (and also maybe a little bit of jealousy).  Fluff! Set after 200 (9x14).  

A/N: Hey, I finally finished a fic! Just a short one, and It’s actually fluff instead of angst so you’re welcome. As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated :) Enjoy! 

Emily slides in next to you at the bar, watching the team all laughing and joking together after JJ’s rescue. She passes you a drink which you gratefully accept.

“Thank you.”

“Not a problem,” She smirks, that smirk that you know means she’s up to no good.

“What did you do?” You ask, whine seeping into your voice. It was never anything good.

She huffs, “Why do I have to have done something?

“Emily,” You warn, and she just smirks.

“Blake seems nice.”

Your eyes widen as panic courses through you, “Don’t you dare! I only told you about that because you were far enough away in London that you couldn’t meddle.”

“Please, like the team doesn’t know.” She huffs. “Both of you have been making eyes at each other since we got here.”

“They don’t, and we haven’t.” You stare into your drink instead of looking at Emily, “She doesn’t like me like that.”

She scoffs, “Okay, then explain why she’s been subtly looking in our direction ever since I came over.”

Your head snaps up, and you meet Alex’s eyes before she quickly looks away and returns to her conversation with Rossi. You shake your head.

“We talk about you a lot. She’s probably just interested in getting to know you.”

“Or she’s jealous.”

It’s your turn to scoff, “Yeah, right.”

“Maybe we should do something, see if she reacts to it.” She wiggles her brows.

You roll your eyes, “What like make out?” You laugh but Emily smirks.

“I mean you suggested it.”

“Really, Prentiss?” You give her a sharp push to her shoulder, and she releases a loud laugh.

Her eyes sparkle, as she shoots you her flirty smirk which you just roll your eyes at releasing a chuckle of your own.

“How long until you leave again?”

She looks at her watch, “About five hours.”

“I’m counting down the minutes.”

She scoffs, her face full of faux hurt. “You wound me.”

“Uh-huh, why don’t you go tease Morgan about the girl he’s seeing that he thinks we don’t know about.”

Her eyes light with interest, and she immediately turns to her target, “Oi, Morgan!” She shouts. He turns around, along with the rest of the team. “What’s this about you having a girlfriend?”

His face drops before he glares at you. You hold the hand not holding your drink up in defence as the team all laugh and Emily approaches him.

You sigh in relief grateful to have found her someone else to tease. You take a sip of your drink as Alex makes her way over. She hovers, looking slightly unsure if she wants to be here.

“So, you and Prentiss, huh?”

Your eyes widen in surprise, “No, no, no.” You shake your head for added emphasis, “We’re just friends.”

Alex looks shocked, “The two of you never?”

“Nope.”

You see the relief settle into her shoulders and she smiles more genuinely at you. “Oh.”

“Even if I did want to, which I don’t, it would have been futile. She’s too in love with JJ to notice anyone else.”

Alex doesn’t look surprised, and if it’s obvious to her who’s only seen them interact today, you aren’t sure how Will doesn’t know.

“Love’s weird.” She sighs, looking out at the team.

“Yeah.”

Her eyes met yours, and there’s something in them that makes your heart start beating wildly.

You clear your throat and look away, signalling loosely in the teams’ direction, “Well, we should get back to everyone else.”

You go to step past her, but she grabs your wrist, “Wait,” She protests.

Her eyes dart between yours, momentarily dipping to your lips. She looks over her shoulder to the door before looking back at you.

“Come with me.”

“Okay, sure.” You say hesitantly.

Her hand slips into yours and she pulls you with her. You place your glass on a table as you pass and deliberately ignore the smirk Emily’s sending you.

You shiver as the cold night air hits you, but don’t slow down as Alex guides you past the few smokers and away from watchful eyes.

She takes a deep breath as she comes to a stop. Her nerves radiate off her in waves and your heart beats rapidly in your chest. You resist the urge to ask her what’s going on, knowing she was trying to figure out what to say. She doesn’t let go of your hand as she steps in close.

Her hand caresses your cheek, and your eyes fall close as you lean into the contact, “Everything that’s happened over the last 24 hours has helped me realise what’s important to me, and I don’t want to let an opportunity pass because I’m scared. So, I’m going to do something now, and if you don’t want or feel the same things I do, that’s okay. I just can’t go another day pretending.”

Your breath shakes as she steps in closer, her nose brushes against yours, and your heart is practically beating out of your chest as she lowers her lips to yours and softly kisses you.

She tries to step back to see your reaction, but you slide your hand up to grip at her neck and pull her straight back to your mouth.

You share soft, careful kisses. Both of you hesitant, but with more kisses, your confidence grows, and your hand leaves hers to grip at her hair. She makes a small noise in the back of her throat as her hands pull you in closer and the kisses grow deeper and hotter.

She pulls back when it becomes difficult to breathe. Her forehead rests against yours and you slowly open your eyes. You bite your lip to stop the wide smile from spreading across your lips. Her eyes sparkle.

“I feel the same way.” You say a little breathlessly. “And I have for a long time.”

She kisses you again.

You groan when she pulls away, “Prentiss is gonna be the worst.”

She frowns, and you can see a range of emotions flicker across her face, “I thought you said-”

“I did.” You soothe, holding her tightly so she can’t pull away. “She knew how I feel about you and she was trying to make you jealous by flirting with me. She knew I’d never make a move myself, so she wanted to trick you into.”

“Oh, it worked.” She chuckles as her hand strokes your side. “I thought maybe I’d lost my chance.”

“Never.” You sigh, and this time you’re the one to kiss her.

[fandom-blackhole]

Soft Poe Fic

AN: I know this isn't one of my usual characters, or anything I have lined up, BUT miss @joculatrices has been having a rough weekend, so I wrote this in hopes to cheer her up! I hope that if any of you are also feeling down this helps you as well! Also I don't write Poe a lot so let me know what you think! Anyway I hope you enjoy, and LIKES and REBLOGS are really appreciated!

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Fem!Reader

Words: 1.6k

Summary: You are having a rough day, so Poe steps in to try and make you feel better.

Warnings: reader is obviously not feeling great, so allusions to depression(??), established relationship, mainly soft and caring Poe

Poe could tell something was wrong the second you walked into your shared room. He had only stopped by the room on a detour to the mess hall to grab something he needed to give to Finn. He had only been there for a minute tops when you had walked in, your shoulders slumped and an empty look on your face that made the smile on his face fall. Poe couldn’t take the sight of you so down, it physically hurt him and made his heart pang in his chest.

Slowly he made his way over to you, stopping right in front of you, and called out your name with a soft smile, hoping you would look up at him so he could see your face, “Hey, what’s wrong?”

His smile quickly dropped when you only shook your head and barely replied, “It’s nothing.”

Poe lets out a soft breath and says your name again, as he gently and slowly reaches out to cup your cheeks, making sure to give you time to pull away if you did not want to be touched. Carefully and lovingly, Poe angled your face to look at his, and with a sad smile he looked into your eyes, noting how tired and numb they looked, before saying, “It obviously isn’t nothing, but I am not going to force you to tell me,” Poe takes a second to think about what to do, trying to think of anything to knock the cloud that was hovering over you away, then he smiled and pressed his forehead to your own and continued, “You go get in the shower, take one as hot or as long as you want, okay? Leave the rest of the night up to me, you won’t have to worry or lift a finger for the rest of the night I promise.”

Poe cheered when you gave him a small smile, a ghost of the one you usually gave him, but a smile non the lest, and you nodded softly, not bothering with words as you pulled away from him, to gather your things for a shower. Poe hated feeling you pull away, he always did, but he knew that taking a refreshing shower would make you feel a little better, it always did for him. So, he smiled and watched you walk to the small refresher connected to your room, and gave you a big eye-crinkling smile when you turned back to look at him before you shut the door to the refresher.

Poe wasted no time then, rushing to the mess hall and trying to sneakily grab two people’s worth of food, aiming to grab any and every one of the foods that he knew you liked. But at the end of the line, he only found Finn, arms crossed and giving him a look. “Gonna leave food for the rest of us?”

Poe grinned and laughed before, reaching and grabbing two water bottles and bumping his shoulder against Finn’s. “Maybe, maybe not, I am feeling kind of hungry tonight,” they both laugh, and then Poe looks down at the tray as his smile dropped to one of worry and he softly said your name again, “She… she’s not having a great day today, man.”

Finn just patted Poe’s back and gave him a big smile, saying, “Go take care of your girl. I will cover for you tonight, you both need a break.”

Poe let out a relieved breath and smiled again, giving Finn a quick thank you before rushing back towards your room, hoping that he would get there before you were out of your shower. And it would seem luck was on his side, the second he walked in, he heard you turning off the shower, so he quickly went to work. You both didn’t have a table in your room, the place being pretty sparse, so instead, he shucked off his boots and settled against the back of the bed, working on organizing all the food on the tray.

When you walked into the room, he shot you a giant grin and motion you over. “How does dinner in bed sound?”

He watched you slowly walk over and curl up next to him in the small bed, but you stayed quiet for a few minutes, making Poe’s heart stammer, nervous and worried. Then you reached out and grabbed one of the waters and started playing with the lid before you whispered, “Thank you, Poe, but...I just don’t feel like eating right now.”

Poe’s heart ached at how sad you sounded. So he reached out and grabbed one of your hands with his own and intertwined your fingers together, before lifting your hand up to his lips and he kissed the back of it before meeting your own as they had followed the movement of your joined hands. “Darling, I will not force you to talk to me, I won’t push you in any way to change how you feel, or try and dismiss how you feel. But… but my starlight, I need you to eat something, if not for you, for me.”

You stared into his earnest gaze for a few minutes, Poe feeling the worry raise in him each ticking second, then you nodded with a soft okay, and he smiled down at you leaving a kiss in your hairline before asking you what you wanted enthusiastically, pointing to everything saying he tried to grab the things you had said you liked. Poe watched you bite your lip before grabbing the small bowl of your favorite fruit, knowing that if anything you would be able to choke those down to sate Poe’s worry. And the smile he shot you was worth it, when you took your first bite, the smile warmed you, and you couldn’t help but lean your head onto his shoulder, feeling comfort in his body heat seeping into your side. After you finished the first slice of fruit, you realized you were hungrier than you had thought and ended up finishing the fruit and shyly reaching for another dish on the tray, which Poe still very enthusiastically slid towards you, as he ate the stew he had grabbed for himself.

You shook your head, thinking back to all of the numbers and long-winded rants you had read over today, before whispering, “No, nothing special or interesting. BB did come to say hi at one point, she did tell me how mean you were being today.”

The two of you ate in silence, and while Poe wanted to talk, to chat with you the way he usually did over meals, he knew that he needed to give you the time and space to talk if you wanted to talk. When Poe noticed you start to poke at your food he gently took it from you, setting it on the tray, and as he stood to place it on the cabinet next to the door, he gently pressed the water bottle you had been messing with into your hands, with a another soft kiss to your forehead. Taking the hint you opened the bottle and sipped it as you watched him walk and set the tray by the door, no doubt so that he would remember it tomorrow before he left the room. And when he turned to find you watching him, he gave you a big smile, and let out a small sigh when you gave him a smile in reply, even if he could see that it was slightly forced, h could see that you were at least feeling better to the point of trying. So, as you sipped on the water, he started peeling off his clothes from the day, changing into something a bit more comfortable for bed and he talked about his day, telling you about how BB-8 was running around ratting on people to get them in trouble, how she kept coming over to him and giving him nudges while talking to people making him stumble, and just about how much of a little shit she was being today. He heard you giggle softly at one pint, and as he crawled into bed, taking the water from you and pulling you against his chest, he huffed and said, “Well I am glad you find it funny. I am gonna blame this behavior on hanging around R2 too much, he’s been a bad influence on my innocent little droid.”

Poe was grinning as you shook your head, obviously suppressing another soft laugh. Then he started rubbing his hand up and down your back in soothing circles, before asking, “Anything interesting happen in the report room today?”

Poe scoffed and rolled his eyes as you buried your head in his neck, “Mean? Yes, I guess telling her that she had to quit running into my shins was just horrid of me to do. No wonder she’s off pouting with Rey. Children.” Poe shook his head again and continued to rub at your back.

After that, the two of you fell into silence again, the only sound was the soft breaths coming from the two of you, and the faint heartbeat you could hear coming from Poe’s chest. Finally relaxed, and not exactly feeling like yourself again, but feeling better than you had earlier, you turned to Poe feeling sleep starting to wash over you. “Thank you.”

“For what, starlight?”

“For being patient and comforting me…..it really helped.”

“For you, straight, I would do this every day,” and as Poe whispered this, your eyes finally fell shut and as you drifted off, you felt his lips against your forehead again, and his warm breath over your forehead as he whispered, “Sweet dreams, starlight, I hope you wake up feeling better tomorrow.”

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