#he could just crunch them up and give them to you with a happy purr

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

When i was younger i often mashed together leaves to try and make “paint” so imagine FL seeing reader mashing together a bunch of plants to make natural paints and he copies them, making his own paint and painting alongside reader but his claws are too big to hold a regular paint brush so has to dip his claws into the paint to draw

-sleepy anon

oh oh OH listen what if what IF you and Foul Legacy get to travel around Teyvat in search of materials to make paint :D

you're an artist, yes, but the paints you makes are also in high demand due to the unique and vivid colors they produce, so whenever you're not working on a new piece you're usually making more paints, a very curious Abyss monster peeking over your shoulder. if the paints you're making are made of something edible like berries he absolutely demands a taste, but otherwise just silently observes what you're doing before wandering off. after a few minutes your ears pick up the sound of something crunching- Legacy's making his own paint!! he's trying to use sunsettias, he likes their sunset orange color, and you stand and bring your own supplies to sit beside him, fighting back a smile as you watch him dip his claws in the mixture and gingerly dot some of the color onto your skin in lieu of a canvas

it's not long before you're bringing him along on your trips to other nations for new materials, Legacy eager to explore and adventure and go anywhere, as long as it was with you. it's so wonderful to watch him rush off ahead, letting out delighted chirps and trills when he finds something new, something fascinating- his favorite thing, apart from making paints with you, is bringing you new supplies; seeing you gasp in awe and admire the hue and texture of whatever item he has cradled in his talons- crystals, valberries, nilotpala lotuses, sakura blossoms- all collected so you can make the loveliest paint for your work and for others. when asked how you manage to create such wonderful colors and pigments, you merely tilt your head and smile- "I happen to have the best assistant in Teyvat"

[forgeofthenine]

SO! I found this super sweet and amazing song! Home to me from Moss. Its lyrics reminds me of the Shadowlands and it got my brain rot thinking, what if the partner of Dammon or Zevlor finds them after getting separated while in that veritable hellscape? They reunite and everything is hunky dory (almost)! The partner sees that they are struggling and sings this song to comfort them after everything that has happened. (here is the link so you don't have to go digging into Youtube!) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zXg6QC3ZQAk

Thanks for the request Anon, I really loved listening to the song and it absolutely gives major Shadowlands vibes. I ended up picking Dammon because my brain kind of clutched onto a specific vision I guess? Either way, I hope you enjoy, I loved writing a bit of comfort for my favourite Tiefling blacksmith :)

The fic isn't too heavy on the angst, reader is gender neutral but is not Tav and is a tiefling.

Home to me

All that runs through your head is thoughts of Dammon. Even knowing he must be beside himself with worry, the mere thought of him is comforting.

You find yourself pressed tight against Lakrissa, the other tieflings arms holding you as firmly as she can, your own tail wrapped tight around her ankle. The echoes of your captors footsteps and the dripping of water turn monotonous as the days pass by. It's too hard to keep track, and soon your group stops trying.

The small group of you fall into a steady silence, all finding companions to clutch and memories to cling to, the only relief you can find in your captivity.

After an eternity, all of you are startled back to reality as a familiar hero comes to stand on the other side of the metal bars, a grin on their face as they find almost everyone alive and merely trapped.

Stepping over the guards dead bodies, trekking through underground tunnels, sailing over a murky black lake with wild shadows lurking at the edges, your journey back to safety is almost as treacherous as the same one leading to your unwanted stay in Moonrise towers.

It's only once you all step foot on solid, safe ground that everyone is able to let out a sigh of relief.

Tearful reunions are all around you, Lakrissa and Alfira wrapped as close around each other as they could, Rolan attempting to hold both his siblings despite the way his body shakes with relief. Once again, the only thing on your mind is a certain blacksmith.

It hardly takes any time to find his new open air forge, well away from the dock you first arrived on. It almost feels like you're in a dream, seeing the expanse of his back as he works at his anvil.

You don't mean to sneak up on him, the ringing of his hammer hiding the sound of your steps crunching in the gravel. The sound of your voice calling to him is what makes him pause, hands letting go of everything he holds when he turns to see you. Whatever he's working on clatters to the floor as he sweeps you up and off your feet entirely, just holding you not enough for him.

You can feel the wet tears pooling and running down the skin of your neck, Dammons face nestled between your jaw and shoulder. It's hard to stop your own tears from falling, hands desperately grabbing for a hold on him.

It takes hours for you to calm Dammon, his hand or tail never leaving your skin for fear you might slip from his grasp again. Even after days you can still see how the worry creases his face, how his eyes linger on you when he thinks you don't notice. As the others settle back into their new normal, and plan for the best way to bring death to Ketheric Thorm, you notice how Dammon seems to stay stuck.

Night falls again, and with it you fear Dammon will find another sleepless night. It's clear he can't keep living like this. Your hands pull him down to rest against your chest, trying to calm him with the soft rumble of a purr building in your chest. Tails intertwine as you refocus his attention on you now, safe and happy in his bed.

Calloused fingers trail patterns over your skin as the silence breaks, a soft melody leaving your lips. "Darkness falls across land, sky, and sea. I can hear your call, calling back to me..."

Only once you sing for him, holding him so desperately close to you, do you see his eyes fall closed and feel his breathing even out against your chest.

[writing-positivelyexisting]

Warm Bodies

The Bad Batch. Bad Batch/Reader. | writing-positivelyexisting🫧

For the 50 followers celebration, I give you this fluffy Bad Batch/Reader! Thank you guys! <3

Sent on a mission to the frozen planet, Kijimi, the crunch of snow was becoming a white noise to you. You trekked behind Echo, desperately pulling your arms across your middle and into your body, trying to contain as much body heat as possible. You weren’t built for this. You grew up on Tatooine. Snow was not your element.

You looked over at your comrades in their winter armor. Not a single shiver or a drippy sniffle. It boggled you completely. How in the galaxy did they stay warm? Genetics? Maybe it was part of their enhancements. Whatever was keeping these men warm would stay a mystery, and it made you envious.

A gust of particularly strong force blew past the group and you felt every fiber in your body jitter. Your body was wracked with a violent shiver to the point where it made you stop moving.

Crosshair, who was walking behind everyone, stopped to look at you. He heard your chattering teeth and had to keep his chuckle in the back of his throat.

“Cold?”

If you weren’t so frozen in place you would have hit him. “No. I was just about to strip, it’s so hot.”

“Be my guest,” he teased, his cruel and taunting smile hidden behind his helmet.

“For the love of – Hunter! Can we please set up camp?”

The leader, farther than the rest of you, stopped and looked back. Seeing you a miserable cold mess brought out a pitiful sigh from him. He comm’d back, “The first sign of shelter we will. Need an extra coat?”

You groaned, but nodded to his offer. You trudged up to Hunter as fast as your icicle-legs would allow and took the heavy parka Hunter packed.

“Thanks,” you huffed, shoving your arms through in greed. Zipping up the jacket, you felt a little difference. It would have to do for now.

Hunter gave you a look over, wanting to be sure you were alright to continue. He could hear the increased rhythm of your heart and felt his own pang in helplessness. Offering you the jacket was the best he could do for you now.

He looked over at Tech beside him and tilted his head, “Can you scan for shelter?”

“Certainly,” Tech tucked his data pad away then looked up, holding onto his goggles as he searched the horizon. “There appears to be an abandoned Kessel mining shaft three klicks north.”

You felt some relief knowing it wouldn’t be too long. “Thank the stars. Let’s get going.”

The trek took almost an hour, but when you finally made it inside the mine, you were quick to plop onto your butt. You took your pack off and looked at the men who were starting to unpack. Bringing your tired body to move, you took out your sleeping bag and unfurled it.

What you saw next you really had no words. There was a hole. Big enough for a really fat Tooka cat to crawl through. Perks of being government property. You shivered and felt like crying. This mission was going great.

Hunter came by with Echo and they both saw your sleeping bag. “Oh, cyare.” Echo came to you and you huffed, trying to keep a brave face.

“I’ll figure something out.”

You stood up and went to help Wrecker with building the fire. He welcomed your presence, bringing you into a comfy side hug. You felt the heat he provided and if you could purr, you would. He let you go with a soft kiss to the top of your head before giving you the lighter.

He asked you how you were holding up on the mission, knowing full well your inability to handle such freezing temperatures. You frowned, kneeling to the fire kit and setting it ablaze.

“Not well. My sleeping bag has a hole in it. So, I’m royally screwed.”

Wrecker frowned at you, “You could always sleep with one of us.”

“I know, thank you.”

Wrecker was right. You had your boys and any one of them would be more than happy to give up their sleeping bag or have you cuddle into their side for the night. Sometimes it still blows you away to realize you’ve got five incredible men at your back, who care for you, who are there for you, who love you.

You smiled at the thought and a little bright idea came to you.

As the sun set on Kijimi, the winds gusted through the mine with ferocity and the temperature dropped to the negatives. While you ate the rations you packed, you couldn’t stop the death-biting shivers that wracked your body. It was becoming unbearable so you looked around the mine and found Wrecker sitting opposite of you, his back against the wall.

You moved, sitting next to him and snuggling into his side. The man grinned, moving his arm to bring you closer (as if it was possible). “Maker, you’re warm…” You looked up and saw the others happily smiling at you two. “It could be warmer, though,” you said wistfully, hoping the damsel-in-distress tone would work.

It did.

Hunter moved in to your other side, pecking your temple. You smiled and thanked him, letting the two men warm you up from either side of you. It was nice, but your little plan had yet to be finished.

“I think… I could be warmer, hmm.” You innocently put your pointer finger on your cheek like you were thinking about how to solve your problem. You glanced at Tech and Echo and winked.

Both of them rolled their eyes at your silly ploy, but gave in regardless. Echo laid on your right thigh while Tech laid on your left, each reaching up to place a kiss on your cheeks. With four out of five brothers, you looked at the sniper whose back was facing you. He had his firepuncher propped up next to him and was ready to take the first watch.

You weren’t satisfied with that.

“I still think it could be way warmer,” you spoke exaggeratingly loud and Crosshair moved to glance at you over his shoulder. His eyebrow raised when he saw your ‘come-here’ hands. Not daring to ignore your cute plea, the snarky sniper got up to take the last spot available: in between your legs.

“Could have just asked, darling,” he breathed against your lips before he kissed you.

It made you giggle and you happily wrapped your arms around him as he settled in on you. “Oh, I know. This was more fun, though.”

The men chuckled, filling you with warmth greater than any sun. As the night was breaching late hours, one by one each of you fell into a comfortable slumber. You were kept blissfully warm through the night and your tiny smile never left.

word count: 1,136.

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[ihuntvisualmentoo]

World of Magic✨✨

Shaun’s Route

(You’ve chosen his route)

Just like a would in an actual visual novel, you’ll be going through this but you will have a storyline with each character. The route will be separate from the other routes. So each of them won’t be connected at all.

Enjoy the piece of trash I’ve written, cause this gon’ be one long ass post.

\Again

He did it a-fucking -gain

Half naked on top of another random woman, and here you are standing at the front of his bedroom door with a bag of cookies made just for him. It's nothing new honestly. Just a repetitive loop that happens over and over again. The shock isn't even there to show on your face, instead a conniving smile stretches across your face, “Ah, it seems as though I'm interrupting a friendly moment here."

The red head snaps his attention to you, with the most 'worried' expression, “Y-y/n! It's not what it looks like! Honest!”

You give him a blank through your jeweled veil as he tries to take out another sad excuse in his book.

Oh this poor bumbling idiot, he hasn't realized that you're already sick of his shit. You raised a gloved hand at him as a sign to stop talking, at the same time the woman on his bed wraps her arms around his neck from behind pressing his breasts against his back

"Ian, what's wrong? Is she bothering you?" she said in a seductive voice. Red flushes across lan's cheeks, a reaction that used to be for you. The woman glances at you with a smirk. However you couldn't care less.

*You can have him, you thought, less work for me'

You set the cookies on a nearby small table, "I’Il just leave these here then." exiting the room.

"W-wait!" Ian pleaded wanting you to stay and listen, but you didn't live your whole life to put up with this. With a turn on your heel, you walk down the adorned hallways as the palace's maids and butlers slightly bow, not looking back.

Ian Duff, the crown prince bound to be next in line for the throne. And as his fiance you are the soon-to-be queen.

At first, you felt happy.

Happy because you would be with your 'lover' since childhood, and throughout the years were also the times that drifted you from each other. The times when he would shower me with affection, only for it to be for other women that jump into his sheets. While you just sit pretty as a doll that can't say anything about it. It just pisses you off!

You stop at an open window, admiring the royal garden, if you could, you would take off the jewels that covered your eyes but the nagging feeling of attendants nearby would gawk at the sudden sight.

You really needed air, and you're just taking the chance to clear your head. It's just... hard to always handle this problem Leaning at the edge of the window, eyes closed and rubbing your temples, the veil shifting slightly.

"Mew!"

A squeaky little meow makes you jolt. Opening your eyes, you see a gray tiny kitten peeking underneath the veil. She has a small purple envelope tied to her back. Readjusting yourself to look at her properly. You smiled as you curled a finger to scratch her chin. "Hey little Moonpie, got something for your aunty?"Moonpie purrs in response. Distracting the little messenger you take the note and read it.

"Heya kitty!

I got something cool I want you to see. Meet me in the woods tonight?”

You softly chuckle to yourself, “what a dork.”

At least he’s the only guy in your life

At the same time, Moonpie jumps off the window ledge and trots her way into the forest.

Well, looks like you gotta get ready.

_________________

The sound of leaves crunch underneath your boots. The change of attire suitable for exploring out in the woods, knee high boots, white shirt with a vest, a long cloak, and a bag filled with needed supplies. It's also perfect for when you need to blend into a crowd of commoners while out and about.

You scan the area of the meeting spot, you don't see him around. Maybe he's just late?

"Shaun?"

No response

"Shaun wher-"

A pair of large hands weigh on your shoulders, feeling your whole body go stiff.

"Guess who-"

A voice all too familiar to you. You look up to see a dark-skinned man's face looming over you with dreads dipped in blue dye wearing a beast skull on his head with black-purplish fur reaching his back to top it off. "C'mon, I told you to stop that!" you said swatting at him, Shaun avoids your mini assault stepping away from you.

"Hah! What makes you think I'll promise such a thing?" he puts a dramatic hand on his chest. "You're just breaking my heart. How else can I have your undying attention?"

You couldn't but roll your eyes at his little performance. "Ya know, if it wasn't for my little niece i wouldn't even be here." Shaun gives you a raised brow and a shit eating grin. "And you would've still seen me."

He ruffles your hair, "C'mon, we don't wanna be out for too long." suggesting while grabbing a hold of your wrist to guide you to a safe point.

_______________

We stop in front of a small cabin, a very charming in fact one belonging to no other person but Shaun's. The inside of the cabin has already been decorated to his taste. I set my bag at the table full of little projects he's made before as he also takes off the beat skull on his head, tattoos of deciphers on his back. "So what's it you have to show this time?" I asked

Shaun gives a wide grin all that you recognize. “My god, Shaun, I swear if it’s another-” however your words are interrupted. “Okay before you, finish. Lemme just show you.”

he pulls out of glass box in his hands revealing to what looks to be-

“… a… slime?” You tilt your head to the side. Sensing the confusion, Shaun explains.

“It’s an acidic slime! Perfect for this one practice I’m doing.”

“And is it safe?”

….

“….Shaun? It’s safe, right??”

……..

Beads of sweats from on his forehead, nervously shifting his eyes to a very nice wall.

“Shaun are you kidding me right now?!”

“Cmon, it’s not that bad! I made sure myself.” Narrowing his eyes, you move your attention to the slime. Its green color shines in the candle lights, and it’s …rather cute too. “Well if you say so, I trust your judgment.”

Shaun gives a shit eating grin in victory, “See? A professional you can rely on.”

Hmm, to think you became friends with a guy like him.

Thunk!

The sudden sound alerts the duo, and look in the glass box.

“Ahh, shit!!”

The slime melted through the glass and landed on the wooden floor sinking into it in the process. However, it stopped and looked at Shaun. “Uhh, it looks… angry?”

“Y/n, don’t. Move.” ….

The creature stretches into a lengthy height, over towering the idiot.

“Or start running!”

Shaun dodges the slime as it lunges at him. One attack after another items are getting destroyed and small animals running away from the little boxes they were being held in. “Professional my ass! You didn’t make sure it was in the right box!”

“I thought it was slime proof!”

You tried to dodge the next attack, but it grazed you left thigh. On the floor, you yelped in pain, it’s burned through your boot. You take it off as fast as you can before the acid could spread anymore.

Distracted, the slime rushes to the small woman to give one clean hit. Seeing the raised tentacles, you closed your eyes prepared.

….

The sound of a vortex is heard, lid slamming after. The sound of heavy breathing, the sound of heavy footsteps, to a pair of large hands cupping your face. “…You can open them now.”

With your vision returned, the feeling of your chest tightens.

Shaun is inches away from you, looking concerned. His eyes scan you until he spots the few on your leg. “Damn… it really got you bad.”

“What, happened?”

He says that he found another jar for emergencies in his projects. And this time, he made sure it was a very secure one. You let out a sigh of relief. “That’s good to know… although”

You sock him in the ribs

The impact made him cough, “Ack! Ow, okay, yeah I deserve that.”

Even though your lives were in danger, it stop you laughing in the aftermath. It was a hellish experience but it’ll be worth the tale later on in the future. “This is nice and all, but I really need some patching up here.”

Shaun nods and lifts you to your feet, he plops you on an untouched table.

The sight of the scar makes him wince. Med kit already in hand, he skillfully fixes the wound. “It’ll need to heal for a couple days,” he implied. “Right now, the slime only paralyzed your leg, it should be fine for you to walk around tomorrow.”

Oh

…

Oh!

That means you won’t be able to return to the palace tonight! If the servants notice you were absent, it’ll trigger a search.

….

At the same time though, you’re not really paid much attention to, the servants would probably not be bothered to report it. Huh? At least your reputation benefits you.

“Guess i’m sleeping over” you stretch out your arms to Shaun, with a tinge of red on his face, he lifts you and takes you around the house to assist with your night.

“…One bed?”

You turn to Shaun, already in sleepwear, he rubs the nape of his neck, trying to cool the blood rushing to his cheeks. “Yeah uh, if it makes you comfortable, I can just sleep on the floor”

You shake your head and disagreement, “No, no. It’s okay. I… honestly prefer that we share.”

A shy smile changes your lips. Repeating to yourself over and over that he’s just a friend.

…right?

*Holds out bowl* Tips and advice, please?

(Oh! Part 2??)

[sleepingghostt]

💙💙Happy Mother’s Day Daiki!💙💙

Here’s a rose baby boy💙

hopefully you’ll be able to get some sleep without your two redheads starting shit at ungodly hours

~

In the late hours of the morning, Daiki wakes to a little giggle and something cold being pressed against his face. Stirring, he slides one eye open, a glass of banana milk staring back at him.

“Mmm huh…what’s this?”

“Breakfast mama!” Daigo peeks his face out from behind the glass and gives Daiki a wide, gummy smile, a streak of syrup on one chubby cheek, a smear of flour on the other. “We’re gonna eat it in bed!”

“Yeah?” Totally in love with the sight of his child first thing in the morning, he gently wipes the flour from Daigo’s cheek with the pad of his thumb and sets the banana milk down on the bedside table, hands cold when he puts his attention back on Daigo and pulls him under the covers to do their morning cuddle.

“Can we eat later, baby?” He slurs into Daigo's hair and leaves some kisses as the tiny redhead snuggles into his neck and hugs him tight. “‘S too early to get up.”

“Oi, it’s almost ten-thirty,” Taiga makes his way into the bedroom with a big tray of pancakes, sausage, waffles, fruit, eggs, bacon and a small glass vase with a blue rose in it…the same color as Daiki’s hair.

The sleepy bluenette flushes at the sight and his stomach growls, prompting Taiga to give him a smirk as he sets the tray down on the bed and sits on the edge of the mattress.

“Someone’s hungry,” he coos softly, reaching out to slide a thumb over Daiki’s cheekbone. Glaring, the bluenette can’t help but lean into his touch, a soft purr leaving his throat as Taiga leans down to kiss his forehead.

“I’m starving!” Daigo pulls himself out of his mother’s embrace and sits up, grabbing three pieces of bacon from the plate and shoving them into his mouth with a loud crunch.

“Hey! Don’t eat all of it, you little pig!” Taiga shouts and grabs four pieces, prompting Daigo to steal the remaining two with a battle cry.

The two wrestle over the food until most of it is gone and while Daiki would normally roll his eyes and let them have at it (as long as they’re not bothering him- he could totally go back to sleep right now) he sighs and lazily sits up, grabbing the untouched utensils off the tray so he can cut up the heaping pile of pancakes into smaller pieces so Daigo won’t choke when he tries to inhale them.

“Thanks ma!”

“Mmm. Just eat slower Gogo.” Content with letting Daigo finish off his breakfast, Daiki yawns, lays back down and closes his eyes, only to squint them open again when he feels fingers on the side of his face, rubbing before traveling down to thumb his lips. Taiga’s staring at him, expression warm and so fucking soft, Daiki feels his chest heat up.

“Sorry we ate your breakfast,” he mutters. “I’ll go make you some more.”

Too tired to talk, the bluenette just nods, then freezes as Taiga plucks the flower from the glass and sweeps his hair back, tucking the stem delicately behind his ear.

“Happy Mother’s Day, Dai.” He murmurs, sealing the words with a soft kiss to his flushed cheek.

“Happy Mother’s Day Mama!”

Another pair of lips find his other cheek in a sloppy, syrupy kiss and Daiki closes his eyes and smiles, heart set to burst in his chest.

Another day in parenthood…not too bad…though a trophy next year would be great.

[pokeexehasstoppedworking]

Diamond In The Rough Ch11 A New Life- College Life That Is P4

"Emerald!?"

Your voice had just blurted it out loud and for everyone to hear, so if you didn't have her attention before you sure did NOW! The shock of her face let you know that she absolutely recognized you and was just in much shock as you were. Her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped to mirror your look as the two of you stared at each other before Gordie broke the tense silence by stepping around the frozen Emerald, the snow crunching under his feet as he approached you with a bright smile. Opening up his arms to you.

"Hey, my diamond! Lemme give ya a hand there,'' he said gesturing to one of the heavy food bags you were holding.

"UH.." You shook your head. "Y-Yeah! I just need to have help loading these on Venom." You decided to not give Emerald any more attention and just look at Gordie.

"Oh. Is she ok with that?"

"Yeah. She helped me carry my stuff to the dorms, so she wouldn't have any problems helping me carry it back home, and she's very strong. It'd be no problem." You smiled at him and an instant sigh of relief fell from your lips when he reached over to grab the biggest bag from your arms and easily swung it over a shoulder. Those gymnastics of his must've really paid off making him stronger than he looked. "Thanks.''

"I wouldn't want to have you fall and hurt yourself again. You may be as strong as a diamond but I'd prefer it if ya didn't take any real big risks."

You smiled back and turned to venom who still looked confused at the houndoom growling behind her as if half trying to hide, but held still when you walked back over to her. She was such a good girl. She held still the whole way only giving a happy thrum-purr sound when you complimented her on how strong she was. She didn't even buckle once under the weight of the bags as you both heaved the bags onto her back. She could easily walk with them on her back, so still mostly ignoring Emerald you just went about your business with Gordie following your lead. But you couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. Shock- EMERALD!? She was back!? HOW!? WHY!? What could she possibly be doing back in Circhestor!? You were sure she graduated last year! Could she have come back for Cerberus? Maybe but you highly doubted it. She took WAY to long to decide to come back and get him, and why would she pick now of all times to do so? On top of that how would she have known to look for him here? She didn't even look in his direction here. And besides, even if she did, there was NO WAY in heck you were giving him back to the person who abandoned him and didn't take care of him properly. Anger- OH YOU WERE ABSOLUTELY ANGRY!! HOW DARE SHE SHOW HER FACE AROUND HERE AGAIN AFTER ALL THE THINGS SHE PULLED!! Abandoning her pokemon, leaving a whole mess for you and Stacy to clean up, causing countless sleepless night because of her endless complaining and noises, and now she had the gall to make a move on your boyfriend!! Oh you could feel anger from just from yourself, but someone was boring holes of rage into your head. Gee...You wondered who that was. 

"YOU!?," a raged will voice shrilled. 

You groaned as Gordie sharply turned to look over his shoulder a few stomps were heard crashing through the snow and only stopped a little ways away from you because Gordie suddenly stepped out to put himself between you and a furious looking Emerald. In fact, he moved so suddenly and fast that it made you blink and jump a bit.

"OI! Bloody back off," he spoke in a stern voice at Emerald, a tone that which made her stop right in her tracks and stare at the taller gym leader who dared to step between you both, blocking her from even getting near you. "Look lady! I dunno what your problem is but I've been dealin' with enough people who seem ta have a problem with my girlfriend for no reason! So why dontcha bugger off!?" Emerald didn't say anything after that, and you had to lean far sideways in order to look past Gordie's form and spot Emerald who had gone silent. Staring at Gordie like he'd just slap her...Well you supposed he did. Slap her with some reality she most likely needed. "Hm?" With a hum he rose a brow and turned his head towards your movement as you poked your head around his form, and he pointed at her. "Oi. Y/n, you know this girl?"

Emerald looked to you too and scowled like you were the problem, making you frown deadpanned back. "*sigh*...Unfortunately. Gordie, THIS is Emerald. She was my roommate last year."

Gordie only stared at you for a long silent moment before calmly looking back to Emerald. "Oh. So that's why your name sounded...familiar to me."

Well you guessed having Gordie talk to her in a calmer tone gave back her confidence because instead of the scowl, she completely did a 180 and lit up brighter than a Christmas tree. ''That's right! We were roomies all year! Oh wow! It's been such a long time, (Butchered-name here)!"

"....It's Y/n."

"Right, right! Omg! It's been forever since I've seen you!," she fake gushed with a strained grin, "I can't remember the last time we got together and talked! We should get together sometime, and you can introduce me to your boyfriend here and..." She gave Gordie another smile which made you scowl harder. "maybe he- Uh! You two can show me around town.~"

BIT- She wasn't even TRYING to hide the blatant flirting she was doing with Gordie with you literally RIGHT THERE!! How entitled WAS this bloody girl!? He stood there smiling and batting her lashes trying to look all 'cute' in front of Gordie who didn't look the least bit interested. In fact he just stared blankly at her. You were about to GO at her, heck! Probably even throw hands if you felt more like it- but before you could lunge at her, Gordie did something that completely took the both of you off guard. 

"So you two were good friends huh?", he suddenly asked making the two of you look at him. You looked at him surprised but then confused, meanwhile Emerald continued to beam.

"Oh, I wouldn't say that we were friends exactly, but she's a pretty cool person! We had fun together though!"

"Oh. Is that so?" You both were taken aback at the harsh tone he had dropped all of a sudden, and you only watched as Gordie leaned forward towards Emerald who felt silent again. Shocked frozen smile on her face. "Tell me somethin'. Was that before or after you left her to clean up your tepig pen?"

And. You. Both. FROZE. Stunned. Staring at Gordie like he just grew another head in front of the both of you. The silence grew with each passing second the two stared at him from the bomb he set off. An aftermath of the effect he was creating in front of you as he just ever so terrifyingly, calmly stared at Emerald, who by now had a jaw dropped, wide eyed look to her. As did you, but the only difference was that Gordie's rage wasn't directed at you at all. The amount of tension increased the longer he stared at her before he just tilted his head and hummed at her.

"Hm. ....No answer? That's ok. S' not like I was actually expectin' anything acceptable even if ya did bother to blabber somethin' out. But that's what ya did right? Now what m' trying to figure out is if that was 'fore or after ya abandoned the houndoom."

 As if to help Gordie's case against her, you heard a growl behind you and look- !? And BARELY lunged just in time to grab Cerberus who charged. "CERBERUS NO!!" You had acted on your instinct you'd develop when traveling with the guys and had twisted your body around to lunge yourself at the houndoom, crashing into his front and sending the two of you two the ground. You'd barely grabbed him around his neck and clung onto him tightly as he continued to bark and struggle beneath you. HOLY FU- IT WAS LIKE TRYING TO WRANGLE A HORSE WITH HIS STRENGTH!! The pokemon continued to claw at the ground and bark despite your desperate grip around his neck. "NO!! DOWN BOY!!"

Gordie had just stayed standing unflinching this entire time and only calmly watched you wrangle your houndoom (just barely-), meanwhile Emerald had SHRIEKED upon Cerberus lunging at her, and in true fashion fell backwards, scrambled away on the ground through the snow, and made a big fuss about it. Screeching some babbles about 'that beast going to attack her' or something like that. You couldn't hear her over Cerby's barks. Her shrieking and the barking made a fair amount of people look your way to see what the commotion was all about.

Gordie whistled. "Wow. He really doesn't like you," he spoke calmly still, "So..M' gonna guess it was after ya abandoned this guy. Otherwise he wouldn't have acted like that."

"GET IT AWAY FROM ME!! DO SOMETHING!!," she shrieked demanding at Gordie who again did nothing but stand there but did eventually look back at her.

"You know...It's highly illegal to poach pokemon and bring 'em into another region where they can cause problems, right?" She could only looked horrified between him and Cerberus. "More so it's highly illegal to buy said pokemon from said poachers. ...Now unless you have a bloody good excuse for why you'd have an un-native pokemon in Galar, I'm inclined to believe you got that houndoom through illegal means. Ya wanna comment on that?" She didn't answer-

"GORDIE!!," you wailed as your grip on Cerberus began to slip. "A LITTLE HELP HERE!!"

"Huh? Oh. Right!" He turned back to you but not before giving one last look at Emerald. "Don't worry. I'll do as ya ask..I get it away from you, but don't forget I've forgotten what you did." He pointed directly at her. "You're already in deep trouble, so expect a visit from Officer Jenny for your actions. An' if you EVER come near my girlfriend again, I'll make sure you're banned from Circhestor faster than you can imagine!" 

Emerald didn't even say anything. In fact she didn't even look back at him. She turned and scrambled on hands and knees to stand up, falling with a splat noise into the slush once getting all soaked once, and ran as fast her expensive heels could allow her to through the snow. All the while Gordie stared her retreating form down and you still held onto Cerberus to keep him from chasing after her. He continued to bark even after she disappeared from sight but you refused to let him go until he calmed down and quit the barking, although he still stared off where Emerald disappeared with a scowl on his face. Phew. That could've ended badly. 

"Hey. You alright?," he asked extending his hand towards you and you nodded reaching up to allow him to pull you up. "That was quite a catch there. Quick thinkin'!"

"Yeah, but it wouldn't have happened if she hadn't treated him so badly."

"Oh. So that was the same Emerald you've told me about huh?"

You nodded. "Yeah. But I have NO idea what she's doing back here! She was supposed to have graduated last year! I didn't think I'd ever see her again."

He could only hum..."It looks like the movie's gonna have to wait. I need to make a few calls."

"Does that mean you're gonna be busy again?"

"Nah. Jus' means I have to make a call before we can chill is all. C'mon. Let's get out of the cold and then we can sort everything out." He gestured towards the direction of his house and you nodded again.

"Yeah..But wait. Are you alright?"

"Uh...What?"

"How you just kinda snapped back there?" You gestured at nothing. "I've never seen you get that serious before since-...Well since the cafe incident. It really surprised me."

He stared at you some more, before he coughed and looked away with a sheepish look. "W-W-Well...Y-You've a-already been through s-s-so much since ya arrived in Galar. I-I don't want you to have ta deal with anymore drama especially if I can prevent it. Y'know? I-...I don't like the thought o' someone hurting my girlfriend-"

He was stopped and snapped back to you when you grabbed his hand and smiled. "Aw.~ I'm so lucky to have a big, strong gym leader to protect me.~" You cooed and immediately he gained a pink color to his face. You gently tugged his hand. "C'mon. Let's get out of the cold. Alright?"

"Uh-....U-Uh huh."

You wished that would've been the last you saw or heard from Emerald but that turned out to not be the case as you would come to find out. Gordie had taken the liberty of walking you and your pokemon back to your dorm rooms to make sure you got back alright, and you smiled at such a sweet gesture from him. The rest of that day went well, you watched a movie or two and Gordie took a thirty minute call outside before coming back before you left. You had no idea who he called or what was said, but you had a pretty good idea what it was about. But that wasn't the last dose of Emerald you had that particular day. It all started when you got back to the dorm room. Topaz was still in living room where you all last left her surrounded by her books and papers, and she had remained calmly silent as you went through the motions of greeting Gordie good night and started dragging the bags of food to the small kitchen area before you heard a voice. You were just in the middle of dragging a bag to a corner before pausing when Topaz spoke-

"Hey. Y/n." You looked up as she calmly stared at you from the sofa. "May I talk to you for a sec? It's kinda important."

You were confused but nodded. "Sure. What's up?"

"I-...Well-..*ahem*" She hesitated as if she wasn't sure what to say for a moment before she inhaled and let out a sigh. "Do you remember when I asked you if you really were dating the gym leader?"

You rose a brow confused...but slowly nodded. "Yes. What about it?"

"This might sound a bit strange, but did you by chance run into a woman with green hair while you were in town today?"

At this you froze, and your brows nearly shot off your face at what she just said. "......Why would you ask something like that?"

"Because my cousin just called and tried to complain about you before I hung up on her."

GLASS SHATTER. WAVE

Her words cut through your mind like a knife through butter. A cold feeling of ice dumped down your throat and landing heavily into your stomach. Slowly..your buffering blue screened brain was able to comprehend the words that were spoken to you...and you ever so slowly looked back at Topaz who continued to stare at you tiredly. 

"....By any chance on a totally unrelated note, is your cousin's name Emerald?," you slowly asked.

Now it WAS Topaz's turn to look surprised at you. "Yes...But how did you know that?"

You inhaled. "You might want to sit down. It's a VERY long story."

LLLLOOOONNNGG story short....you received some very, very, VERY horrifying news. A LOT of horrifying news. Topaz was horrified to find out what she did last year and what she put on both you and Stacy. You didn't spare her any details about what she did, and Topaz delivered some grim news of her own. Not only was Emerald her cousin, but because of the school pairing everyone with old roommates if they were still registered within the school, you had unfortinately find out that the 'mysterious' third roommate and the person Topaz had been talking to on the phone was in fact EMERALD!!!

"You've gotta be kidding me!?"

 Are you telling me any moment she can just walk on in and live here again!? With her loud  voice at all hours of the night!? And her entitlement!? And leaving more messes for you to clean up!? NO!! NUH UH!! ABSOLUTELY NOT!! YOU WERE NOT GOING TO HAVE HER BACK IN HERE AGAIN!!! What if she tried doing something petty to get back at you!? Or worse what if she tried to take Cerberus or do something to him!? There was no way in heck you were going to let her in!! 

Topaz only sighed and nodded. "Yes. I'm afraid it's all true."

"Buy why is she back!?"

"She failed what should've been her final year last year. Apparently she was caught having blackmailed her ex boyfriend into doing most of the work for her. In my opinion she should've gotten expelled, but my aunt convinced the school board to give her one last chance...But she won't be here for long I'm afraid. She hasn't been showing up to her classes because she's too busy off doing whoever the heck knows! She's had the gall to ask ME to just do everything for her," she angrily said with a scowl, "Of course I refused because who would agree to that?! The school is already talking about expelling her if she doesn't start coming to classes regularly again! They're patience is already thinned out from last year! And after finding out everything now-....'' She shook her head. "I think I should call my aunt. She deserves to know what Emerald's really been up to when she's not around."

You nodded in agreement. "I think I should call Gordie too." If there was going to be trouble, then you needed to let Gordie know beforehand so this could be stopped before it could even started. "Even if she doesn't do anything it'd be good to give him a heads up."

Topaz nodded in agreement. "I'm all for you doing that. If you need anyone to back you up, I'd be happy to talk to him myself."

"Thanks, Topaz. I appreciate it."

"Of course. Now if you excuse me, I need to make a long distance call."

Needless to say you didn't sleep well that night and Topaz got her phone out almost as soon as you were gone from the sofa. You weren't sure what the aftermath would be...but you felt like you should make that call sooner rather than later. You had Sparky call Gordie but he must've been busy or asleep with how late it was but you left a message to him explaining everything before sleeping yourself. You wouldn't have anticipated the immediate reaction the following morning. It was a Sunday, a day you DIDN'T have to go to classes and you felt exhausted from yesterday, so you just decided to sleep in. And you did sleep in...Until a series of furious knocks on the dorm's door woke you up from your sleep.

KNOCKKNOCKKNOCKKNOCKKNOCK-!!!!

It woke you groggily from your sleep and turned your sleepy head towards the pounding as it continued and didn't stop. In fact it only continued to get louder, and louder with each passing moment. You stared at your room door until you heard Topaz's angry voice-

"Alright, alright! I'm coming! Stop it already!," she shouted angrily as you heard her stomp past your room's door and towards the dorm room's door. 

You just decided that was that and just go back to sleep, curling up on your side and having a few of your pokemon cuddled up to you. You barely registered the soft hurried, and worried mumbles between two people, there was more knocks but this time from your own door making a few of your pokemon turn towards it and you groaned again.

"What is it?!," you groggily yelled from the covers. You weren't in the mood to be bothered and if it was Emerald, you did NOT want to be bothered AT ALL!!!

"Y/n, wake up! You have a visitor!," Topaz's voice shouted back from behind your door.

"If it's Emerald, tell her to go eat snow!!"

"It's your boyfriend!"

There was silence for about a minute as your tired brain was given time to process what Topaz had shouted at you....But after you immediately sat up almost knocking off Rena with a yip from the Glaceon. Gordie was here!? Why!? Did something happen?! Fearing the worst, you immediately got up and yawned with a stretch, slowly rising to your feet and shuffling towards the door.

"Ok, ok. I'm coming!" That was it. You just walked on over to the door and opened it- "GAH!?!" And was nearly tackled to the ground when two arms just grabbed you in a big bear hug. "What the-"

"Thank Arceus you're alright!," a male voice said relieved and it took your tired brain a moment to realize it was Gordie. 

"What the- Gordie!? What are you doing here?!," you wheezed from his grip.

Eventually he pulled you away and you got to see his face which had a worrying look on it. "I got your message this mornin'!" Huh? What messag-...Oh, wait. Yeah...You called him last night. "I thought something might've happened to ya, so I came 'ere first thing. Thank Arceus you're alright. I nearly had a heart attack!...Again."

"Oh. W-Well don't worry. I'm fine. But...there is some stuff we should talk about I wasn't able to tell you last night, so you might wanna sit down...and give me a moment to change outta my pajammas."

Things were-....Things were...

FINALLY LOOKING UP FOR YOU!!

It was all smooth sailing FINALLY. As if Arceus himself finally decided to give you a break for all your troubles and trials and everything else you had to go through. Because after you sat down that morning and explained to Gordie your situation- 

He. Became. FURIOUS!!

Which each word you spoke, he slowly started turn more and MORE and MORE red to the point you thought he'd literally melt the snow outside if he stepped outside like this. During the explaination Cerberus came out of your room and went into Emerald's where all her things were being stored sniffing the air until he stopped at one box. His head tilted curiously at it...and starting pawing at it until he could get it open enough to stick his head in and rummage around. By the time you were done, and being backed up by Topaz, Gordie looked about ready to self combust right then and there.

"I see....Well then. It looks like I'm gonna have to move faster than I anticipated." He inhaled sharply before standing up and shoving his hands into his pockets. "Thank ya both for bringing all this to my attention. Well I can promise you that she'll be no more trouble, but first I'll be speakin' with Mr. Flake about her stay here. Until then you both just relax and carry on with your usual life. I'll take care of everythin'."

No one saw Cerberus walk back out of Emerald's room with a pokeball in his mouth and disappeared back into your room with it- But other than that-...Well, Gordie kept his promise. Because you didn't hear again from Emerald or hear OF her until the very end of that month just right after Halloween. Topaz received a very, very, VERY angry phone call from Emerald that you could hear from all the way in your room even with the door locked. She went on and on and ON about blaming Topaz for getting her not only kicked out from college but for her mom cutting her off and now she'd be forced to move back home and not allowed to attend again, and on top of that blaming her somehow for getting a visit and very, VERY big fine from Officer Jenny. Ah! So Gordie actually made good on his word concerning that. Which meant you didn't have to worry about her coming around her ever again. Although you did ask Topaz once when you saw her-

"Hey. Are you going to be alright? I mean she is your cousin."

"Don't worry about me. I love her but she's more spoiled than bad milk! I saw this coming sooner or later. I'll be delivering back her stuff before she moves back home and sorts herself out, but that'll be it. You just don't worry about her anymore."

And you..didn't. In fact you felt really relieved! You never saw or heard from Emerald again and one day after classes you came home to find all the boxes in Emerald's room gone and the room was beautifully empty and best of all CLEAN!! You wouldn't have to reclean it at the end of the year again other than a quick dust and sweep. No over stuffed drawers. No trash to be picked up. No nothing. You couldn't say you didn't feel the tiniest bit sorry for Emerald, but considering all the trouble she caused on her own, you can't say she didn't have it coming either. Sigh. But other than that, life continued. Classes were the same, you delivered another important assignment in your Science and Culture class. You made a bar graph on which berry wild pokemon liked the most and seeing if it just varies in one species or if it depends on a pokemon's personal preferences. Good thing you did most of these things ahead in your own time. Gordie seemed to be in a highly better mood too! He started holding your hand more, putting an arm around your shoulder, and being more affectionate....All with a red face and stutter of course. Cute!~ Your cooking classes in Home Ec were getting better too! After all it was the only reason you decided to take that class again anyways. It helped you practice your hobby which you hoped to turn into a career. Everything seemed perfect!...Until one day. You were just studying for one of your battle studies a plate of jerky next to you, when Cerberus came over, whined, and pawed at your lap begging for a treat. Without looking you reached over, grabbed a piece, before giving it to him before patting his head.

"Good boy."

He whined happily before turning treat in mouth and walked away. You sat there still when another similar built figure came up to you, whined, and also patted your leg. You briefly turned to look at the begging mightyena, before reaching over, grabbing a piece, and giving it to him. The mightyena gave a happy bark before taking it and you again patted his head before he left.

"Good boy."

You sat there and continued to read....Until you paused..and snapped behind your shoulder.  F/c eyes widening at the two dog pokemon standing there eating their treats as you just stared in silence.

"....What the heck!?"

Meanwhile in another part of town someone else was having their own problems. It was just another day for him really. A lot of stressful things had been happening and it was just a month and a half away until Christmas which was the busiest holiday of the year, so why not take a break and sort through his mail? Just a day for him to just relax and not have to worry about anything. It was one of the days he could quite literally let his hair down, with a drink in hand, and allow a few of his pokemon out to shuffle around curiously the large amounts of mail he got on a daily basis. ...In fact he might as well sort through all of this today. He had nothing better to do, and he knew Y/n was busy today so this would be a good way to pass the time. And so he was there, drink in hand, sorting through a few letters he randomly plucked from a box when he saw something that made him pause in his tracks.

"'Ello...What's this?" 

It didn't seem special at first. Just a white envelope with a red seal on it. Not something that'd really stand out. That was until he saw the Pokemon League's symbol in the wax seal on it. It made his eyes widen and his hand immediately grab it to hold up to blue eyes for a better look. It was a letter from the gym league alright, but more than that, it was from someone he knew all too well it seemed.

"Lee huh? I wonder what he could want. He could've just called me instead of writin' letters," he mumbled to himself. The glass was set down in favor of him having both hands free to help open the letter and see what the paper could say inside. Certainly Leon's handwriting...And he rose a brow confused at what he read. "What the heck's a Galarian Star Tournament?"

[notmagicalstudents]

TwstOber 2022: Day 18-Animal

Here’s the original TwstOber 2022 list: https://www.tumblr.com/raven-at-the-writing-desk/696367913180053504/its-almost-that-time-of-year-again-the-month-of

Note: So I am REEEEEAAAAAALLLLY late on these. In short, haven’t been sleeping too well. So I’m going to be doing a crunch on these until I catch up.

It all started with a simple scratch behind the ears.

Amelia was doing homework in the library. Grim was being a bit annoying because he was just so bored with the homework. So, in order to calm the little gremlin down, she scratches behind his ears. She’s had animals before and knew one of the ways to relax them was to do this. It works and she goes back to her work while Grim purrs happily. She didn’t realize, at the time, someone saw her do this.

Later on, she meets Ruggie at the courtyard. It was a normal conversation until he brought up seeing her in the library with Grim. He makes a few snide comments, talking about how she coddles him and the rest of her group. She was annoyed at first, but an idea popped up in her head. She’s done this before, so while he was grinning so smugly up at her, she reached over and scratched his head. He was surprised at first before trying to shake his head away. But he wasn’t fast enough to shake her away when she found a perfect spot right behind his ears. He wasn’t happy but immediately relaxed, wagging his tail.

She can only guess that either Ruggie told someone about what happened or someone witnessed it. Either way, Jack decided to bring it up while they were walking around. She was surprised that he would bring it up, let alone care about it. But it was fun to see him trying to comprehend why someone would like this while also watching his ears flick. She couldn’t help but tease him a bit about it, asking if he wanted his ears scratched. Of course, he denies it but Amelia calls him on his bluff with his tail wagging behind him. They go back and forth until, in trying to prove her wrong, he lowers his head and puts her hand on his head. Right between his ears. It was his downfall, however; whatever he was told was true as she scratched behind his ears. She continues her little massage until he shakes her hand away. He can say all he wants about how it was “just alright”, but she was pleased to see the little blush on his cheeks and tail wagging again behind him.

After all of her classes and the rest of the day, she just wanted to read in silence. She went over to the tree on the outskirts of the school, where luckily no one was there. She sat down under the tree, the leaves on the branches giving her some shade from the sun. It didn’t take her long to get engrossed into her book. Time flew by to her, whether it was only a few minutes or a couple of hours. During that time, she didn’t notice anyone else coming up to the tree. They looked annoyed for a moment before walking over to her. It surprised her when there was a sudden weight in her lap.

“Wha-Leona?!” The Savanaclaw’s leader had laid his head in her lap, looking up at her. Before she could ask him what he thinks he’s doing, he grabs one of her hands and puts it on his head. She was too stunned to say anything or move her hand away.

“You stole my spot, so you owe me.” he said simply before relaxing, closing his eyes. She blinked a few times, trying to figure out if this was happening or not. It’s possible that he heard about what happened, but to use it like this… With a sigh, she settles back to her book in one hand. The other hand gently petted and scratched the lion’s ears as he slept.

[echantedtoon]

Diamond In The Rough Ch11 A New Life-College Life That Is P4

"Emerald!?"

Your voice had just blurted it out loud and for everyone to hear, so if you didn't have her attention before you sure did NOW! The shock of her face let you know that she absolutely recognized you and was just in much shock as you were. Her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped to mirror your look as the two of you stared at each other before Gordie broke the tense silence by stepping around the frozen Emerald, the snow crunching under his feet as he approached you with a bright smile. Opening up his arms to you.

"Hey, my diamond! Lemme give ya a hand there,'' he said gesturing to one of the heavy food bags you were holding.

"UH.." You shook your head. "Y-Yeah! I just need to have help loading these on Venom." You decided to not give Emerald any more attention and just look at Gordie.

"Oh. Is she ok with that?"

"Yeah. She helped me carry my stuff to the dorms, so she wouldn't have any problems helping me carry it back home, and she's very strong. It'd be no problem." You smiled at him and an instant sigh of relief fell from your lips when he reached over to grab the biggest bag from your arms and easily swung it over a shoulder. Those gymnastics of his must've really paid off making him stronger than he looked. "Thanks.''

"I wouldn't want to have you fall and hurt yourself again. You may be as strong as a diamond but I'd prefer it if ya didn't take any real big risks."

You smiled back and turned to venom who still looked confused at the houndoom growling behind her as if half trying to hide, but held still when you walked back over to her. She was such a good girl. She held still the whole way only giving a happy thrum-purr sound when you complimented her on how strong she was. She didn't even buckle once under the weight of the bags as you both heaved the bags onto her back. She could easily walk with them on her back, so still mostly ignoring Emerald you just went about your business with Gordie following your lead. But you couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. Shock- EMERALD!? She was back!? HOW!? WHY!? What could she possibly be doing back in Circhestor!? You were sure she graduated last year! Could she have come back for Cerberus? Maybe but you highly doubted it. She took WAY to long to decide to come back and get him, and why would she pick now of all times to do so? On top of that how would she have known to look for him here? She didn't even look in his direction here. And besides, even if she did, there was NO WAY in heck you were giving him back to the person who abandoned him and didn't take care of him properly. Anger- OH YOU WERE ABSOLUTELY ANGRY!! HOW DARE SHE SHOW HER FACE AROUND HERE AGAIN AFTER ALL THE THINGS SHE PULLED!! Abandoning her pokemon, leaving a whole mess for you and Stacy to clean up, causing countless sleepless night because of her endless complaining and noises, and now she had the gall to make a move on your boyfriend!! Oh you could feel anger from just from yourself, but someone was boring holes of rage into your head. Gee...You wondered who that was. 

"YOU!?," a raged will voice shrilled. 

You groaned as Gordie sharply turned to look over his shoulder a few stomps were heard crashing through the snow and only stopped a little ways away from you because Gordie suddenly stepped out to put himself between you and a furious looking Emerald. In fact, he moved so suddenly and fast that it made you blink and jump a bit.

"OI! Bloody back off," he spoke in a stern voice at Emerald, a tone that which made her stop right in her tracks and stare at the taller gym leader who dared to step between you both, blocking her from even getting near you. "Look lady! I dunno what your problem is but I've been dealin' with enough people who seem ta have a problem with my girlfriend for no reason! So why dontcha bugger off!?" Emerald didn't say anything after that, and you had to lean far sideways in order to look past Gordie's form and spot Emerald who had gone silent. Staring at Gordie like he'd just slap her...Well you supposed he did. Slap her with some reality she most likely needed. "Hm?" With a hum he rose a brow and turned his head towards your movement as you poked your head around his form, and he pointed at her. "Oi. Y/n, you know this girl?"

Emerald looked to you too and scowled like you were the problem, making you frown deadpanned back. "*sigh*...Unfortunately. Gordie, THIS is Emerald. She was my roommate last year."

Gordie only stared at you for a long silent moment before calmly looking back to Emerald. "Oh. So that's why your name sounded...familiar to me."

Well you guessed having Gordie talk to her in a calmer tone gave back her confidence because instead of the scowl, she completely did a 180 and lit up brighter than a Christmas tree. ''That's right! We were roomies all year! Oh wow! It's been such a long time, (Butchered-name here)!"

"....It's Y/n."

"Right, right! Omg! It's been forever since I've seen you!," she fake gushed with a strained grin, "I can't remember the last time we got together and talked! We should get together sometime, and you can introduce me to your boyfriend here and..." She gave Gordie another smile which made you scowl harder. "maybe he- Uh! You two can show me around town.~"

BIT- She wasn't even TRYING to hide the blatant flirting she was doing with Gordie with you literally RIGHT THERE!! How entitled WAS this bloody girl!? He stood there smiling and batting her lashes trying to look all 'cute' in front of Gordie who didn't look the least bit interested. In fact he just stared blankly at her. You were about to GO at her, heck! Probably even throw hands if you felt more like it- but before you could lunge at her, Gordie did something that completely took the both of you off guard. 

"So you two were good friends huh?", he suddenly asked making the two of you look at him. You looked at him surprised but then confused, meanwhile Emerald continued to beam.

"Oh, I wouldn't say that we were friends exactly, but she's a pretty cool person! We had fun together though!"

"Oh. Is that so?" You both were taken aback at the harsh tone he had dropped all of a sudden, and you only watched as Gordie leaned forward towards Emerald who felt silent again. Shocked frozen smile on her face. "Tell me somethin'. Was that before or after you left her to clean up your tepig pen?"

And. You. Both. FROZE. Stunned. Staring at Gordie like he just grew another head in front of the both of you. The silence grew with each passing second the two stared at him from the bomb he set off. An aftermath of the effect he was creating in front of you as he just ever so terrifyingly, calmly stared at Emerald, who by now had a jaw dropped, wide eyed look to her. As did you, but the only difference was that Gordie's rage wasn't directed at you at all. The amount of tension increased the longer he stared at her before he just tilted his head and hummed at her.

"Hm. ....No answer? That's ok. S' not like I was actually expectin' anything acceptable even if ya did bother to blabber somethin' out. But that's what ya did right? Now what m' trying to figure out is if that was 'fore or after ya abandoned the houndoom."

 As if to help Gordie's case against her, you heard a growl behind you and look- !? And BARELY lunged just in time to grab Cerberus who charged. "CERBERUS NO!!" You had acted on your instinct you'd develop when traveling with the guys and had twisted your body around to lunge yourself at the houndoom, crashing into his front and sending the two of you two the ground. You'd barely grabbed him around his neck and clung onto him tightly as he continued to bark and struggle beneath you. HOLY FU- IT WAS LIKE TRYING TO WRANGLE A HORSE WITH HIS STRENGTH!! The pokemon continued to claw at the ground and bark despite your desperate grip around his neck. "NO!! DOWN BOY!!"

Gordie had just stayed standing unflinching this entire time and only calmly watched you wrangle your houndoom (just barely-), meanwhile Emerald had SHRIEKED upon Cerberus lunging at her, and in true fashion fell backwards, scrambled away on the ground through the snow, and made a big fuss about it. Screeching some babbles about 'that beast going to attack her' or something like that. You couldn't hear her over Cerby's barks. Her shrieking and the barking made a fair amount of people look your way to see what the commotion was all about.

Gordie whistled. "Wow. He really doesn't like you," he spoke calmly still, "So..M' gonna guess it was after ya abandoned this guy. Otherwise he wouldn't have acted like that."

"GET IT AWAY FROM ME!! DO SOMETHING!!," she shrieked demanding at Gordie who again did nothing but stand there but did eventually look back at her.

"You know...It's highly illegal to poach pokemon and bring 'em into another region where they can cause problems, right?" She could only looked horrified between him and Cerberus. "More so it's highly illegal to buy said pokemon from said poachers. ...Now unless you have a bloody good excuse for why you'd have an un-native pokemon in Galar, I'm inclined to believe you got that houndoom through illegal means. Ya wanna comment on that?" She didn't answer-

"GORDIE!!," you wailed as your grip on Cerberus began to slip. "A LITTLE HELP HERE!!"

"Huh? Oh. Right!" He turned back to you but not before giving one last look at Emerald. "Don't worry. I'll do as ya ask..I get it away from you, but don't forget I've forgotten what you did." He pointed directly at her. "You're already in deep trouble, so expect a visit from Officer Jenny for your actions. An' if you EVER come near my girlfriend again, I'll make sure you're banned from Circhestor faster than you can imagine!" 

Emerald didn't even say anything. In fact she didn't even look back at him. She turned and scrambled on hands and knees to stand up, falling with a splat noise into the slush once getting all soaked once, and ran as fast her expensive heels could allow her to through the snow. All the while Gordie stared her retreating form down and you still held onto Cerberus to keep him from chasing after her. He continued to bark even after she disappeared from sight but you refused to let him go until he calmed down and quit the barking, although he still stared off where Emerald disappeared with a scowl on his face. Phew. That could've ended badly. 

"Hey. You alright?," he asked extending his hand towards you and you nodded reaching up to allow him to pull you up. "That was quite a catch there. Quick thinkin'!"

"Yeah, but it wouldn't have happened if she hadn't treated him so badly."

"Oh. So that was the same Emerald you've told me about huh?"

You nodded. "Yeah. But I have NO idea what she's doing back here! She was supposed to have graduated last year! I didn't think I'd ever see her again."

He could only hum..."It looks like the movie's gonna have to wait. I need to make a few calls."

"Does that mean you're gonna be busy again?"

"Nah. Jus' means I have to make a call before we can chill is all. C'mon. Let's get out of the cold and then we can sort everything out." He gestured towards the direction of his house and you nodded again.

"Yeah..But wait. Are you alright?"

"Uh...What?"

"How you just kinda snapped back there?" You gestured at nothing. "I've never seen you get that serious before since-...Well since the cafe incident. It really surprised me."

He stared at you some more, before he coughed and looked away with a sheepish look. "W-W-Well...Y-You've a-already been through s-s-so much since ya arrived in Galar. I-I don't want you to have ta deal with anymore drama especially if I can prevent it. Y'know? I-...I don't like the thought o' someone hurting my girlfriend-"

He was stopped and snapped back to you when you grabbed his hand and smiled. "Aw.~ I'm so lucky to have a big, strong gym leader to protect me.~" You cooed and immediately he gained a pink color to his face. You gently tugged his hand. "C'mon. Let's get out of the cold. Alright?"

"Uh-....U-Uh huh."

You wished that would've been the last you saw or heard from Emerald but that turned out to not be the case as you would come to find out. Gordie had taken the liberty of walking you and your pokemon back to your dorm rooms to make sure you got back alright, and you smiled at such a sweet gesture from him. The rest of that day went well, you watched a movie or two and Gordie took a thirty minute call outside before coming back before you left. You had no idea who he called or what was said, but you had a pretty good idea what it was about. But that wasn't the last dose of Emerald you had that particular day. It all started when you got back to the dorm room. Topaz was still in living room where you all last left her surrounded by her books and papers, and she had remained calmly silent as you went through the motions of greeting Gordie good night and started dragging the bags of food to the small kitchen area before you heard a voice. You were just in the middle of dragging a bag to a corner before pausing when Topaz spoke-

"Hey. Y/n." You looked up as she calmly stared at you from the sofa. "May I talk to you for a sec? It's kinda important."

You were confused but nodded. "Sure. What's up?"

"I-...Well-..*ahem*" She hesitated as if she wasn't sure what to say for a moment before she inhaled and let out a sigh. "Do you remember when I asked you if you really were dating the gym leader?"

You rose a brow confused...but slowly nodded. "Yes. What about it?"

"This might sound a bit strange, but did you by chance run into a woman with green hair while you were in town today?"

At this you froze, and your brows nearly shot off your face at what she just said. "......Why would you ask something like that?"

"Because my cousin just called and tried to complain about you before I hung up on her."

GLASS SHATTER. WAVE

Her words cut through your mind like a knife through butter. A cold feeling of ice dumped down your throat and landing heavily into your stomach. Slowly..your buffering blue screened brain was able to comprehend the words that were spoken to you...and you ever so slowly looked back at Topaz who continued to stare at you tiredly. 

"....By any chance on a totally unrelated note, is your cousin's name Emerald?," you slowly asked.

Now it WAS Topaz's turn to look surprised at you. "Yes...But how did you know that?"

You inhaled. "You might want to sit down. It's a VERY long story."

LLLLOOOONNNGG story short....you received some very, very, VERY horrifying news. A LOT of horrifying news. Topaz was horrified to find out what she did last year and what she put on both you and Stacy. You didn't spare her any details about what she did, and Topaz delivered some grim news of her own. Not only was Emerald her cousin, but because of the school pairing everyone with old roommates if they were still registered within the school, you had unfortinately find out that the 'mysterious' third roommate and the person Topaz had been talking to on the phone was in fact EMERALD!!!

"You've gotta be kidding me!?"

 Are you telling me any moment she can just walk on in and live here again!? With her loud  voice at all hours of the night!? And her entitlement!? And leaving more messes for you to clean up!? NO!! NUH UH!! ABSOLUTELY NOT!! YOU WERE NOT GOING TO HAVE HER BACK IN HERE AGAIN!!! What if she tried doing something petty to get back at you!? Or worse what if she tried to take Cerberus or do something to him!? There was no way in heck you were going to let her in!! 

Topaz only sighed and nodded. "Yes. I'm afraid it's all true."

"Buy why is she back!?"

"She failed what should've been her final year last year. Apparently she was caught having blackmailed her ex boyfriend into doing most of the work for her. In my opinion she should've gotten expelled, but my aunt convinced the school board to give her one last chance...But she won't be here for long I'm afraid. She hasn't been showing up to her classes because she's too busy off doing whoever the heck knows! She's had the gall to ask ME to just do everything for her," she angrily said with a scowl, "Of course I refused because who would agree to that?! The school is already talking about expelling her if she doesn't start coming to classes regularly again! They're patience is already thinned out from last year! And after finding out everything now-....'' She shook her head. "I think I should call my aunt. She deserves to know what Emerald's really been up to when she's not around."

You nodded in agreement. "I think I should call Gordie too." If there was going to be trouble, then you needed to let Gordie know beforehand so this could be stopped before it could even started. "Even if she doesn't do anything it'd be good to give him a heads up."

Topaz nodded in agreement. "I'm all for you doing that. If you need anyone to back you up, I'd be happy to talk to him myself."

"Thanks, Topaz. I appreciate it."

"Of course. Now if you excuse me, I need to make a long distance call."

Needless to say you didn't sleep well that night and Topaz got her phone out almost as soon as you were gone from the sofa. You weren't sure what the aftermath would be...but you felt like you should make that call sooner rather than later. You had Sparky call Gordie but he must've been busy or asleep with how late it was but you left a message to him explaining everything before sleeping yourself. You wouldn't have anticipated the immediate reaction the following morning. It was a Sunday, a day you DIDN'T have to go to classes and you felt exhausted from yesterday, so you just decided to sleep in. And you did sleep in...Until a series of furious knocks on the dorm's door woke you up from your sleep.

KNOCKKNOCKKNOCKKNOCKKNOCK-!!!!

It woke you groggily from your sleep and turned your sleepy head towards the pounding as it continued and didn't stop. In fact it only continued to get louder, and louder with each passing moment. You stared at your room door until you heard Topaz's angry voice-

"Alright, alright! I'm coming! Stop it already!," she shouted angrily as you heard her stomp past your room's door and towards the dorm room's door. 

You just decided that was that and just go back to sleep, curling up on your side and having a few of your pokemon cuddled up to you. You barely registered the soft hurried, and worried mumbles between two people, there was more knocks but this time from your own door making a few of your pokemon turn towards it and you groaned again.

"What is it?!," you groggily yelled from the covers. You weren't in the mood to be bothered and if it was Emerald, you did NOT want to be bothered AT ALL!!!

"Y/n, wake up! You have a visitor!," Topaz's voice shouted back from behind your door.

"If it's Emerald, tell her to go eat snow!!"

"It's your boyfriend!"

There was silence for about a minute as your tired brain was given time to process what Topaz had shouted at you....But after you immediately sat up almost knocking off Rena with a yip from the Glaceon. Gordie was here!? Why!? Did something happen?! Fearing the worst, you immediately got up and yawned with a stretch, slowly rising to your feet and shuffling towards the door.

"Ok, ok. I'm coming!" That was it. You just walked on over to the door and opened it- "GAH!?!" And was nearly tackled to the ground when two arms just grabbed you in a big bear hug. "What the-"

"Thank Arceus you're alright!," a male voice said relieved and it took your tired brain a moment to realize it was Gordie. 

"What the- Gordie!? What are you doing here?!," you wheezed from his grip.

Eventually he pulled you away and you got to see his face which had a worrying look on it. "I got your message this mornin'!" Huh? What messag-...Oh, wait. Yeah...You called him last night. "I thought something might've happened to ya, so I came 'ere first thing. Thank Arceus you're alright. I nearly had a heart attack!...Again."

"Oh. W-Well don't worry. I'm fine. But...there is some stuff we should talk about I wasn't able to tell you last night, so you might wanna sit down...and give me a moment to change outta my pajammas."

Things were-....Things were...

FINALLY LOOKING UP FOR YOU!!

It was all smooth sailing FINALLY. As if Arceus himself finally decided to give you a break for all your troubles and trials and everything else you had to go through. Because after you sat down that morning and explained to Gordie your situation- 

He. Became. FURIOUS!!

Which each word you spoke, he slowly started turn more and MORE and MORE red to the point you thought he'd literally melt the snow outside if he stepped outside like this. During the explaination Cerberus came out of your room and went into Emerald's where all her things were being stored sniffing the air until he stopped at one box. His head tilted curiously at it...and starting pawing at it until he could get it open enough to stick his head in and rummage around. By the time you were done, and being backed up by Topaz, Gordie looked about ready to self combust right then and there.

"I see....Well then. It looks like I'm gonna have to move faster than I anticipated." He inhaled sharply before standing up and shoving his hands into his pockets. "Thank ya both for bringing all this to my attention. Well I can promise you that she'll be no more trouble, but first I'll be speakin' with Mr. Flake about her stay here. Until then you both just relax and carry on with your usual life. I'll take care of everythin'."

No one saw Cerberus walk back out of Emerald's room with a pokeball in his mouth and disappeared back into your room with it- But other than that-...Well, Gordie kept his promise. Because you didn't hear again from Emerald or hear OF her until the very end of that month just right after Halloween. Topaz received a very, very, VERY angry phone call from Emerald that you could hear from all the way in your room even with the door locked. She went on and on and ON about blaming Topaz for getting her not only kicked out from college but for her mom cutting her off and now she'd be forced to move back home and not allowed to attend again, and on top of that blaming her somehow for getting a visit and very, VERY big fine from Officer Jenny. Ah! So Gordie actually made good on his word concerning that. Which meant you didn't have to worry about her coming around her ever again. Although you did ask Topaz once when you saw her-

"Hey. Are you going to be alright? I mean she is your cousin."

"Don't worry about me. I love her but she's more spoiled than bad milk! I saw this coming sooner or later. I'll be delivering back her stuff before she moves back home and sorts herself out, but that'll be it. You just don't worry about her anymore."

And you..didn't. In fact you felt really relieved! You never saw or heard from Emerald again and one day after classes you came home to find all the boxes in Emerald's room gone and the room was beautifully empty and best of all CLEAN!! You wouldn't have to reclean it at the end of the year again other than a quick dust and sweep. No over stuffed drawers. No trash to be picked up. No nothing. You couldn't say you didn't feel the tiniest bit sorry for Emerald, but considering all the trouble she caused on her own, you can't say she didn't have it coming either. Sigh. But other than that, life continued. Classes were the same, you delivered another important assignment in your Science and Culture class. You made a bar graph on which berry wild pokemon liked the most and seeing if it just varies in one species or if it depends on a pokemon's personal preferences. Good thing you did most of these things ahead in your own time. Gordie seemed to be in a highly better mood too! He started holding your hand more, putting an arm around your shoulder, and being more affectionate....All with a red face and stutter of course. Cute!~ Your cooking classes in Home Ec were getting better too! After all it was the only reason you decided to take that class again anyways. It helped you practice your hobby which you hoped to turn into a career. Everything seemed perfect!...Until one day. You were just studying for one of your battle studies a plate of jerky next to you, when Cerberus came over, whined, and pawed at your lap begging for a treat. Without looking you reached over, grabbed a piece, before giving it to him before patting his head.

"Good boy."

He whined happily before turning treat in mouth and walked away. You sat there still when another similar built figure came up to you, whined, and also patted your leg. You briefly turned to look at the begging mightyena, before reaching over, grabbing a piece, and giving it to him. The mightyena gave a happy bark before taking it and you again patted his head before he left.

"Good boy."

You sat there and continued to read....Until you paused..and snapped behind your shoulder.  F/c eyes widening at the two dog pokemon standing there eating their treats as you just stared in silence.

"....What the heck!?"

Meanwhile in another part of town someone else was having their own problems. It was just another day for him really. A lot of stressful things had been happening and it was just a month and a half away until Christmas which was the busiest holiday of the year, so why not take a break and sort through his mail? Just a day for him to just relax and not have to worry about anything. It was one of the days he could quite literally let his hair down, with a drink in hand, and allow a few of his pokemon out to shuffle around curiously the large amounts of mail he got on a daily basis. ...In fact he might as well sort through all of this today. He had nothing better to do, and he knew Y/n was busy today so this would be a good way to pass the time. And so he was there, drink in hand, sorting through a few letters he randomly plucked from a box when he saw something that made him pause in his tracks.

"'Ello...What's this?" 

It didn't seem special at first. Just a white envelope with a red seal on it. Not something that'd really stand out. That was until he saw the Pokemon League's symbol in the wax seal on it. It made his eyes widen and his hand immediately grab it to hold up to blue eyes for a better look. It was a letter from the gym league alright, but more than that, it was from someone he knew all too well it seemed.

"Lee huh? I wonder what he could want. He could've just called me instead of writin' letters," he mumbled to himself. The glass was set down in favor of him having both hands free to help open the letter and see what the paper could say inside. Certainly Leon's handwriting...And he rose a brow confused at what he read. "What the heck's a Galarian Star Tournament?"

[cryptidcasanova]

R U Mine?

Mob!Bucky x Reader

Summary: You made the mistake of falling for the mysterious stranger you met in New York. Unfortunately for you, you never asked about his line of work. 

Are you mine tomorrow? Or just mine tonight? 

Words: 5.5k

Warnings: Protective/Possessive Bucky, hate sex, vulgar language, violence, degradation, knife play, overstimulation. Dub/Con (I’ll list Non/Con to be safe).

“C’mon doll, don’t do something stupid.” James warned with a debonair smirk.

You didn’t like it one bit.

The dark, goading look in his eyes made your heart constrict. His pupils were dilated, and you knew the look all too well. He wasn’t angry, no. He was ravenous.

“Stay with me.” He coaxed, gently this time, setting down his glass of bourbon to cup your face. He was so close that you could feel the warm timber of the words that rumbled in his chest. “You don’t have to be scared.”

His words would have melted into your skin if not for the heavy implication behind them. 

He wanted you to give up your family, your life, your everything to be his. You weren’t scared, no. You were angry. 

James pulled your attention back to him with the caress of his thumb on your cheek. Firm, yet gentle. Always in control. He drew you in like waves to the shore.

“Come on, doll. Are you mine?” His seductive purr made you shiver, and he knew it. Your skin crawled at how easy he could manipulate your body. 

But defiance was carved into corners of your heart, and you weren’t giving up without a fight. And while you closed the space between you your hand reached down, gliding across the cool crystal glass of bourbon.

Whispering against his ear your control snapped.

“Fuck you.”

Before James could react, you used every ounce of your energy to propel your arm, shattering the glass across the side of his head.

He fell to the ground with a thunk.

And for a moment, just for a moment, you looked at him with pity. You cared about James, hell, maybe you loved him. And you didn’t want anything to do with him.

Hysteria was an ice bath to the system when you saw the splintered glass in your hands. And the blood. You needed to get out of there. 

The front door was not an option. Someone could be waiting for James to come back downstairs, and you definitely didn’t want to run into any of his goons. 

Goons. What a word. 

Your thoughts drifted back to when James introduced you to his friends Steve and Sam. You had just started seeing him and he took you to the greasiest pizza place on the east side. Together the three of them were so happy, so carefree. You loved every moment of being with them.

Like a punch to the stomach, you shook your head. They were all just muscle men. They hurt people. They weren’t your friends.

You rushed to the window and looked out to the countryside before pulling yourself out and over, sparing one last glance at the man passed out on the carpet.

You hurried through the yard and climbed the neighbor’s fence and ran until your lungs burned and legs ached. You didn’t stop until you made it to a part of town where you could call a taxi to take you home. 

And then a thought struck you; you couldn’t go home. If anyone came looking for you that’s the first place they would go. Giving the driver different directions halfway through the drive, you had to stay on your toes. 

It wouldn’t be too long before they knew what you did. You needed to find somewhere safe. 

The thought of running to the police would have been more appealing if you didn’t already know that the police worked for James. He was untouchable. How did you not see it before?

A thought struck you - you had an aunt that lived just outside of town. She was estranged from the rest of the family, and it had been years since you had seen her, but it was the only place you could think to go. She was one of the people you had never told James about. 

Stopping at the end of her street you walked the rest of the way, looking over your shoulder the entire way. Every crunch of leaves and the sounds of cars in the distance made you jump.

But you were alone.

The house was quiet and overgrown in ivy from years of neglect. The lights were off. It must have been pretty late. Rummaging the potted plants until you found the spare key you let yourself in quietly, and it wasn’t until you closed and locked the door behind you that you let out a breath you had been holding all night.

You were running away. You were running away from a life of crime, hostility, and fear. All on your own, you had run away from the largest mobster in New York. 

You couldn’t go home. Nomadic in your own right you would have to keep running.

“Auntie.” You called out once, turning to face the walkway. The house was quiet. “Auntie, I hate to show up like this -” 

Stepping from the walkway towards the living room you stopped. It was too quiet. Turning to the light switch you flipped it on in a hurry. The sinking feeling escalated when the house remained dark. Dark and alone, your heart was hammering. No. No.

And then the familiar sound of a metal lighter made your eyes snap to the living room.

Even in the dark, sitting in the silence, the silhouette of a man sitting in your aunt’s chair was all too familiar.

“James.”

He didn’t say anything but toyed with the lighter, the flame licking light into the room. Even in the flickering glow, he looked just the same as you had remembered him, as if it weren’t his blood dried into the cracks of your hands.

James looked as composed as you had ever seen him, but his eyes told a different story. If looks could kill.

“I think we ought to talk, doll.”

You couldn’t find the words to say. James was a ghost in your story, and you were stunned into silence. 

His sneer was muted by the way he licked his lips, teeth catching them in a way that was practiced. He knew exactly what he was doing. 

“I think you’ve stated your position clearly.” He taunted, letting the light go out once more. “And now I’m going to state mine.”

It was a business transaction to him, and if you wouldn’t have been flooded with adrenaline you might have had the good sense to make a run for it. But you were a prisoner, trapped under his stare. His blue eyes were swallowed by the darkness of the night until he looked like one of the monsters in one of your bedtime stories.

This wasn’t the man you knew at all.

“We’re going home.” James cocked his head to the side, eyeing the way your hands were shaking. It made his lip twitch up into a muted smirk. “And then I’m going to teach you some manners.”

His words were the switch you needed, blinking in anger at his assumption.

“I’m not going anywhere with you, Bucky.” 

Oh, and that got his attention. 

You had never called him that. Everyone else called him Bucky, and his real name was reserved for you. He was proud in admitting that it was the second-best sound you could make. Saying his name. Screaming it for the neighbors to hear. 

But not now. Not anymore. He had taken your love and trust and manipulated you. He wasn’t the hero in your story.

“See, that’s where you’re wrong, sweetheart.” He grinned but it was a cold, detached grin that didn’t make it up to his eyes.

You had only seen that look in his eyes once before. It was before you watched him knock a guy’s lights out after an incident at a restaurant. Steve tried to deflect you, to steal your attention away from the scene, but you couldn’t forget the sickening crunch of broken bones. 

And it was all because of you. 

James needed to step away from the table to take a call, and in the brief time it took him to leave, the waiter - or what you had thought was a waiter - was trying to steal you away from the table. 

To steal you away from James. Of course, you didn’t know what to make of it. And then when you noticed the gun tucked away in his jacket pocket you couldn’t help but freeze up. 

“Come with us, princess. And you better not make any noise.”

You weren’t trained to be a fighter and never needed to be one, and with shaking hands, you followed the thugs. Your eyes desperately roamed the restaurant until they finally found the solace of Steve’s baby blues, and while yours were brimming with fear his eyes hardened into something mean. Something wicked.

You weren’t just pulled out from the restaurant but were yanked around like someone’s life depended on it. In hindsight, it very well could have.

That was the straw that broke the camel's back. Someone had laid a hand on you, and James watched as it happened. And then before you knew it all hell had broken loose. 

Tables were kicked over, windows were broken, and people were screaming bloody murder. 

You couldn’t pinpoint the moment between when James threw a coat rack like a javelin or when you were pushed to the ground by the frightened wait staff, but it all happened so fast. You couldn’t tell who was an undercover thug or who was just caught in the fray. And then, when you flinched away when someone else touched you it was Steve, holding his hands out in peace.

Strong and imposing as he was, he wasn’t going to hurt you. He saved you, pulling you away from the mess.

Your heart ached. 

A frustrated tear slid over the slope of your cheek, and before you could wipe it away James was already there. He had moved across the room and was watching you with a curious expression, brushing the tear away with his thumb.

You didn’t even hear him approach. Closing your eyes, you couldn’t admit your defeat. 

It wasn’t fair and you knew it. 

“I am going to give you credit,” James spoke slowly so that you could hang on every word. “I didn’t think you had it in you to fight, and I’m proud of your will.” 

He caught another rogue tear, watching your composure crumble in his hands. You had fought so hard. Had run so long. “But you will not fight me on this. Baby, you’re not getting away from me.”

Leaning back against his hand you took a breath.

“How?” You mustered, opening your eyes slowly like it might have all been a dream. “How did you even find me?”

He didn’t reply right away, a somber grin on his lips. 

James was digging into his pocket with his free hand and pulled his phone out before showing you the small going dot on the map. It was your location. He was tracking you the whole goddamned time. 

“Because you belong to me.” He paused for a moment, biting his lip. “And I care for you too much.” 

His touch lingered, moving his hand from your cheek down your jaw and around the back of your neck. Crushing you closer he reeled you in, nose to nose until you could see that hard exterior of his start to crack. 

He was full of malice and frustration, but you saw something more. He was trying to stay calm.

“I mean it.”

And with a heavy exhale you stared back at him, crushed by his admission. Your heartstrings were aching. Of course, you wanted to believe it. But that wasn’t realistic.

“I can’t do this.” You croaked, biting back the bile on your tongue. “I can’t be your girl, James.”

He shook his head once, nose brushing against your own.

“Yes, you can. I know you can.”

And then, like his mask had been cast to the side he looked at you void of all the rage he carried before. It was just him. Sweet and kind. Your James. 

The pitiful whine that left your throat left you weak. Why couldn’t he have been the man of your dreams? He had been perfect. He was so much more than you could have ever wanted. 

James observed you the same way. He was watching as you shed the layers of pain, deceit, and heartache. He knew it was inevitable. 

Deep down he must have understood, at least to an extent, that beyond everything else you were vulnerable.

And he loved that about you. 

You loved with your whole heart and hurt just the same. And he knew that this was going to hurt. 

He guided you into a kiss, the hand at the back of your neck holding you close while you tensed up. You didn’t fight him, but you didn’t open up to him either.

Oh yes. This was going to hurt.

When James pulled away it was with a lofty breath, and his unguarded expression had hardened back into the businessman mask. Cold and closed off, he turned you by the neck to face the door. Against the shell of your ear, you heard his enunciated demand.

“Enough running. It’s time to go.”

And at last, he let go of your neck, letting you stumble forward on your own. James watched you closely, waiting for you to take your next move. 

It was a game of chess and you needed to stay one move ahead of him.

You had fought so hard to get to keep your future your own and you were starting to rewrite it without James Barnes. There would be no going back after this.

You drew your leg back between his own hard and without mercy, and you knew you had hit your target when a low hiss spilled from James’s lips. And then when he was down on his knees you took your chance.

With any luck, he would stay down. Damn him and his sweet words and his condescending power play. You weren’t going to give everything up for him.

Instead of running out the front door, you turned at the stairs in the entryway, taking them two at a time without looking back.

You could run to one of the back bedrooms and jump out the second-story window -

And then on the last step, a hand shot out and grabbed your ankle, hurdling you back. Even in your best efforts, your momenta was absorbed by James, and instead of falling down the stairs, he spun you around, pinning your body between him and the steps.

The wood was biting into your back and hip and his weight kept you pinned down. His smile was long gone. His eyes burned with something brutal.

“I said enough.” 

Your chest was heaving, breathing uneven, and he wasn’t even breaking a sweat. As a last resort, you took to hitting his chest to try and break him off. You needed space but James hardly reacted, and when he did it was to pin your hands with a quick shush. 

Hovering over you he shook his head, biting his lip at the compromising position you were in.

“I was going to give you a minute to catch your breath,” He taunted with another smirk, shifting his weight over you. “I can see that your heart is jumping out of your chest.”

He was provoking you.

“But you had to go and do something stupid.” 

Pulling one of his hands back to the other pocket he procured the pocketknife he carried. He would never - 

“But that’s fine, sweetheart. It doesn’t change anything.”

You stopped fighting against him the moment he moved the blade across your cheek, pressing just enough to get his point across. Holding a finger to his lips he pulled out his phone with the other hand.

It rang once, and when someone answered James moved the blade in warning across your bottom lip.

“Leave the car.” He ordered into the phone, pressing the dull side of the knife against your lips. “This is going to take a while.”

With a haunting click, the call was disconnected. James and his attention shifted back to you.

“You’ve done a number on me tonight.” James chastised, running his free hand over the side of his head where the glass was smashed. “And I was so goddamned angry with you, you little minx.”

With a tsk he dipped the knife lower, down to your heaving chest.

“But it was so fucking sexy. I couldn’t stay mad.”

Eyes widening at his words you tried your best to stay still. The kind, compassionate man you cared for was also this feral beast.

“James -” 

He shushed you again with the knife, a devilish twinkle in his eyes. 

“And even now you defy me.” He purred, moving the knife away so that he could admire you. He treasured you, coveted you, and would do anything to keep you. “You drive me mad.”

In a beat he changed again, leaning down to capture you in a poisonous kiss. James was possessive and domineering, more than he had ever been before. 

Even now, trapped underneath him, your body was succumbing to him. It was familiar with him, calling for him, and he used it to his advantage. 

He had ruined you.

James was goading, teasing your tongue with his own until a groan was swallowed by him. He was trying to remind you, to coax you back to the way things were.

He was still the same man. Your man. 

You hated him so much. 

And then you kissed him back. 

Fueled by white-hot rage you kissed him back. 

Every kiss and bite on his lips and every scratch of your nails against his arms was to pronounce your fury. You yanked at his hair, still threatened by the knife at your chest. The cold metal made your pulse jump.

You loved him, hated him, and needed him.

His groan spurred you on, teeth clashing, tongues fighting, lips bruising. When James finally pulled away you were lightheaded. 

“You’re it for me, doll. Why can’t you see it?”

James pulled at your thighs, drawing them around his body before settling both of his hands to your backside. The knife was forgotten, earning second place next to harshly groping your ass. 

Before you could protest James moved, pulling you up and away from the unforgiving wooden stairs and closer to his body as he stood. Your arms held onto his shoulders, eyes on his.

The storm in your eyes was exactly what he was hoping for. 

“Use your words. Don’t tell me you don’t feel the same.”

“We can’t do this.” You implored, grasping his shoulders to stop him. “I hate you. I can’t lose everything I have for you.”

“But you care for me.”

His smooth words made your pulse jump.

“Of course,” You roared. “I fucking care! But none of this is okay.” You were more than agitated, smacking him across the chest for good measure. 

If anything, it spurred him on. James could take the pain. He could take your aggression. All that mattered to him was that you cared about him, and he was going to use it as leverage.

“I care about you too, doll.” He urged. “I’m going to change your mind.”

“Like hell you are.” 

James smacked your ass with vigor, smirking at your yelp. There was light filtering in from the window that exaggerated his features. He was striking with his eyes blown wide and his cheeks sharp enough to cut. He was more unhinged than you had seen. 

“I get it, sweetheart. You’re upset.” 

He pulled you in, tugging at your bottom lip harder than before. The lonely whine that fell from your lips echoed through the room. 

“So why don’t we make use of all that pent-up energy?”

James rushed forward, charging you into the wall. Your back stung and you could hear a picture frame crack from the force of it.

He swallowed your pained hiss with his lips. 

The rush of it all made your body hot and angry, and James was branding your skin as his own. He nipped at your lips and your jaw and your neck. His sharp bite made you push your chest out at the sting. You were pushing him away, nails digging into his shoulder. 

He wasn’t deterred. James’ hands kneaded your ass painfully before moving around your thighs and to your hips.

He was holding you up only with his strength and the pressure against the wall, and you only helped his cause by tightening your legs around him. The friction of your jeans against his body only made your body buzz to life. Fuck.

His thumbs rolled over the indent of your nipples through your bra and James groaned. He wasn’t satisfied. 

The rational part of your brain was silenced when he roared, using both of his hands to tear your shirt straight down the middle. The ripping of cloth made you jump, watching his hungry expression land on you.

Fiery eyes were on yours he reached up again, and with a hefty yank, the fabric of your bra was destroyed.

He wasted no time grinding against your covered core in hard, forceful pulls. The brutal snaps of his hips and bruising hold on yours left you reeling. Between your jeans and the confines of his slacks, you could feel the heavy outline of his aggression aching. 

He was going to destroy you.

And all the while his hand yanked at your hair to gain access to your neck. Sharp teeth bit down at the apex there, and with a hearty shriek, you pushed against him. The sting at your scalp and jumping pulse at your neck sent you into overdrive, and when you groaned against him, he cupped his other hand over your mouth. 

At the sound of muted whines, he smirked against your skin, biting down again. Biting and sucking, he was marking his way down to your chest.

Hot and angry, your skin jumped with goosebumps. He was showing no mercy, and with a fervent hunger, he pulled and sucked at the skin sloping down your chest. He let go of your hair, focusing on overstimulating the breast he couldn’t latch onto with his mouth.

His grip was brutal. He was kneading, pinching, and groping, and all the while his mouth assaulted your other nipple. You couldn’t push away, only managing to push out your chest for him to use as he pleased.

And the grinding. It was all too much. With one exceptionally hard thrust, the picture frame fell behind you and you gasped. Legs shaking, you were losing your grip. 

The pain had left a wave of pleasure in its wake.

When he pulled up James’ lips we bruised and parted, a thin line of red outlining his bottom lip. Blood. He had drawn blood. And then his lips were back on yours, both of his hands at the sides of your face.

“Still with me sweetheart?” James teased. 

His eyes had moved down between you and with it his hands. You were mortified. Down the slope of your chest bruises were building. Worse yet, at the apex of your legs a dark, wet outline from the friction of his thrusts.

“Would you look at that?” He whispered in awe. 

Fingers dancing between you he rubbed right there, right at the outline of your cunt.

“You’re soaked, babe,” He smirked “Should I take care of that for you?”

His offer was tormenting. Your nails were digging into his jacket sleeves, trying to push him back. 

“No, no James.” You pleaded, pushing at his sides. “This is all your fault.”

He jeered out a laugh.

“You know, I know just the thing. You wanna act stupid?” He warned lightly, and with the smack of your ass, he pulled you away from the wall. “Fine baby, I’ll fuck you stupid.”

His long strides made quick work of the space, throwing you down to the ground in one of the rooms. Overstimulated by his swift movements the next thing you knew he was tugging at your jeans.

“James, f-fuck off.” You struggled to find the words, pushing at his chest. “I, I mean it -”

“Me too.” He promised earnestly, and once the pants and panties were cast to the side, he gave you another chafing look. “Look at me.”

The raging fire within you was fueled by his taunting. When his hand moved your chin, you gasped at him and then the mess between your legs. 

Even in the low light, the gleam of your excitement was coating your thighs.

“I think you love this.” He preened. “Your body loves this.”

And then his hand attacked with the speed of a viper, cupping your cunt fully. His fingers toyed there, swiping back and forth to create a sloppy sound for you to hear.

“Tell me to stop.” James teased darkly. “Tell me to fucking stop.”

But you didn’t. You couldn’t. There was no time.

His fingers had lined up and attacked your cunt. Your soft, aching walls were burning for contact and he scissored them open. You were positively dripping for him. His harsh attacks were focused. His thumb was pressed down hard on your clit.

James was stroking at a devil’s pace, and your legs locked up when he hit a certain way.

His eyes told a story all their own. Jackpot.

He was relentless, aiming for that spot to make you jump. 

And he found it. Over and over he assaulted that spot until you were writhing. Even then he didn’t stop. 

Oh god, he didn’t stop, and then you were gushing all over his hand and down your legs and onto the floor.

James was making a mess of you, and your blubbering had turned into lofty moans when he paid attention to your clit. And he didn’t stop, wringing out the pleasure from your body with forceful orchestrations.

Your legs were tired and your stomach was taught from contracting over and over again.

“Such a fucking pretty cunt. So good to me.” He purred out with a smirk. “You like that?”

When you couldn’t find the words to reply he yanked at your hair again. Crying out he looked at you down the bridge of his nose expectantly.

“Stay with me.” He warned. “You like it when I take you apart. Who would have thought? Maybe if we did this sooner you wouldn’t have run.” 

You hesitated when he let his fingers go still inside you. Holding a breath, you tried your hardest not to react, but your cunt was clenching around him as if your life depended on it.

“I hate you.” 

Your tone said otherwise. You had to swallow a moan as his fingers left you empty, wiping away your mess against your hip.

“Prove it.” 

James was challenging you behind a Cheshire grin and when you couldn’t produce a quick enough reply he pulled you up by your arms, spinning and pushing you down against the edge of the bed. 

Pushing your legs apart he hummed in appreciation. Ass in the air and nose to the sheets you turned your head to face him.

“Stay there.”

James was in a hurry to rip his clothes off, tossing them to the side before he licked his lips. The way he stalked back over to you was primal, ravenous.

“I’m going to break you, doll.” He promised. 

A quick sting rippled through you as he spanked your ass cheek, making you wince into the sheets.

“You are going to break, and you are going to beg, and are going to wish that you would have just listened to me.”

Another spank made your skin jump. 

In an instant he lunged, his fat cock spearing you open with a grunt. You couldn’t take it; you weren’t prepared for the intensity of it. 

Your legs were still shaking from the mess you made on the ground. 

James was merciless, plunging deep and hard and fast until it stung at the corners of your eyes. Your body ached at the assault. With every thrust, his balls were slapping against you and his cock was grazing the most sensitive parts of you. 

Whimpers turned into full-on howls when his hand found your hair again, yanking you up to meet him.

“James!” You yelled out in frustration and pain, and the bubbling noises of anguish racked your body.

He was using you to keep himself suspended, and the burn made you yelp. You needed to use your arms to keep you steady as he ground his pelvis into your backside. 

And he didn’t stop.

James was going to break the goddamned bed. His other hand was there, digging into your hips before it danced around to the front of your pelvis. His hand slithered further until he could trace your clit with quick brushstrokes.

“James,” Your panting was broken up by another sharp thrust. 

His cock nudged deeper and deeper into your body until your toes were curling at the pressure. 

“No, I can’t. I can’t!”

“You say that a lot, sweetheart.” 

James chuckled, pulling your head back far enough to groan against your ear. 

“You can take it.”

And with that he released your hair, letting you fall back to the bed while he took you from behind. One hand against your hip stabilized him as he ground his body against yours and the other had found respite at your clit.

A thunderous roar poured from your lips as you came hard and fast around him.

Your body ached with electric jolts, but James didn’t let off the gas, pulling pleasure from your clit until you begged him to stop. 

You pushed at his hand feebly and when James finally let go it was only to settle both of them at your hips. It was a dangerous position to be in.

His stamina seemed limitless, only ebbed on by your defiance. You scratched at his legs to push him back, but his weight was too much. He had you surrounded.

“You’re the only girl for me.” He chanted. “And I’m the only man for you. You are taking my cock like a goddess. My little minx.” He laughed when you scratched him.

His ruthless thrusts burned you from the inside out until your voice was hoarse and your makeup was smeared. And he didn’t ease up until all that you felt were the hard planes of his body melting into your own.

The fight was being pulled out from your body as James took your power and converted it into his own.

“You don’t hate me.” He soothed against your shoulder. “I know you don’t.”

His thrusts had changed, and his long strokes were replaced with quick, shallow ones. 

“You love me.” He added with a grunt, his voice cracking. “And I love you.”

Your ears pricked up. 

He had never said that before.

You hardly had the energy to turn your head to look back at James, and as you looked across the planes of your body, between the blood and the sweat and your sticky mess your eyes found his. 

He was losing his control. 

The dopey, stupid look in your eyes was his undoing. With a final thrust, he stilled, seated, and sated, and he looked at you with clarity. 

A moment passed filled with longing and aching and vulnerability.

“You love me?” You whispered, at last, vocal cords aching.

James, with his blown-out eyes and his chest heaving, hovered over you with a gentleness that had yet to make itself known.

“Of course, I do.” He kissed the curve of your shoulder. “Of course, baby.”

And when his hands caressed your sides lovingly you almost gasped.

“Are you mine, Y/N?”

His question sent a shiver down your spine. James rarely used your name. 

And even now, though your mind and body disagreed, your heart had fallen into a content, steady rhythm.

A slow, creeping smile tugged at your lips.

“I suppose I am.”

That was all he wanted to hear you say - that you were his.

“No more running, little minx.” James hummed his satisfaction, kissing your forehead tenderly. “We’re going home.”

Your eyes were heavy as he moved away and wrapped a blanket around your body. As James pulled you up into his arms you knew that your fate was sealed.

And the thrill of the chase moves in mysterious ways

So, in case I'm mistaken, I just want to hear you say 

“You got me, baby. Are you mine?"

A/N: The dividers are by the stunning @firefly-graphics!

[keilemlucent]

take care of me

(r18+)

hawks | takami keigo x reader

ao3

word count: ~4.4k

beta’ed: @hawnks

keigo is perfectly happy to help you forget a stressful day

warnings: daddy kink (no age play), spanking, aftercare, praise kink, self indulgent smut, spit kink <333333, bdsm, masochist reader 

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self indulgent..... caregiver dom keigo? we knew it was coming. enjoy loves <333

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You ached all over.

The mental exhaustion of the day was far more grating than the physical, but the dull throb of your tired muscles was impossible to ignore, even when you were only half-conscious on the couch. 

You were put out. 

You’d been burrowed under a pile of blankets since you’d stumbled into the penthouse after work, curling up without even bothering to take off your shoes.

Night had fallen, the apartment cold, silent and still. Normally, you might’ve whipped up some dinner or showered, maybe done something productive.

But not that night.

You’d held yourself together through the day. Each angry word and sneer you faced was handled with a smile, despite how you were cracking inside. You even managed to keep an even expression when your scalding morning coffee was splattered over your shirt, almost burning you.

Well, you weren’t sure if it hadn’t. You hadn’t checked, considering you were still wearing the stained garment. Maybe, the skin of your stomach was as inflamed and puckered as it felt.

Maybe that was just your mood.

...

You hardly stirred when the balcony door of the apartment slid open and then shut, Keigo’s ruffling and booted footsteps echoing across over the apartment.

Your eyes stay half-lidded and hazy when Keigo rounds the couch, eyes softening as he notices your cocoon of blankets.

“Hey, dove,” Dropping to his knees neck to the couch, he cups the side of your cheek in a gloved hand, “Feeling a bit tired?”

You nodded, lips still sealed.

There was nothing in you to give, just the slow simmering of exhaustion and sadness that you couldn’t escape.

Keigo’s gaze softened, gold and far-too pretty in the dim light of the living room, “Bad day?”

“Y-yeah.”

Your voice cracked when you spoke, the words going grainy as your chest tightened.

As you sniffled, burying your face into the blankets as unwelcome tears stung at the corners of your eyes.

Very bad day.

He shed his jacket and gloves, tossing them to the side without a care. Keigo coaxed you to rise, only enough for him to slip into the blankets, laying underneath you to pull your head to his chest.

“I’ve gotcha’, dove,” He hummed, pressing kiss after kiss into your hair. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

You didn’t respond, only bit your lip and buried your face into his chest.

Keigo had just arrived home after a long day, and the last thing you wanted was to be a chore to deal with consider how fucking trashed you felt. The idea of being a burden— 

His voice shocked you from your thoughts. 

“Do you want daddy to take care of it?” 

His words and all of their insinuations washed over you.

You knew Keigo had no issues taking that role— fuck, he confided in you many, many times that he loved being able to take care of you in any and all ways. 

Giving it a name, an identity, made him purr with pride. 

You swallowed, the idea curling your head. Catharsis by Keigo’s hand sounded fucking fantastic in the most gut-rotting way.

You nodded.

Keigo smiled against your hair, his own insides twisting. He’d had his own day of annoyance and had been more than ready and willing to come home to you and blow off some steam, but if this was what you needed, he was more than willing to provide and have a fantastic time doing it. 

Keigo hummed, smoothing his hands up your sides. “So what are you feeling?” He knew you wouldn’t be great at giving anything other than ‘yes’ or ‘no’ answers, but he could try and coax a bit more out of you. 

Options.

“I could start off slow, just how you like,” His voice curled over your ear with a nip as he slid his thumbs beneath your waistband. “Let you rut on my thigh like the cute little dove you are. If you’re good, maybe you could suck daddy’s cock while I lick your pussy clean.”

You buried your face in his neck, a high whine echoing from the back of your throat.

Keigo felt his cock twitch, wings stirring from their crunched position.

“Or, I could knot your wrist tight, give them those nice, pretty burns, tie you to the bottom of the couch and fuck you into the floor.”

You buried yourself deeper, all of the ideas in your head were alluring, but not quite right.

A kinder option was also a good idea. 

“Or, I could hold you nice and tight like this for a while. Maybe take a bath, use that new massage oil we ordered, rub you down until all of that tension is pulled out by my hands.”

The pads of Keigo’s fingers rolled into the knots in your shoulders, some of the stress dripping away with the preview of his words. 

It took the softness to realize what you really needed:

“I want it to hurt.”

Oh, and fuck, you wanted it to so bad.

You wanted to be fucked up and used so bad you could barely move. Fucked stupid, so all of the nasty thoughts of the day would melt away. 

Keigo practically rumbled beneath you, his wings flexing and puffing up against your back, just inches from your face.

He wanted it— no, needed it, just as bad as you. 

He took a few deep breaths beneath you, his hand wandering to settle with a bruising grip at the fat above your waist.

“Gimme your taps,” Keigo nuzzled against your cheek.

“One tap is that I’m good, two taps is slow down, three taps is stop, four taps is that I’m having trouble talking.”

It was an easy system, one you and Keigo had adapted to suit your needs and the often merciless ways he’d lay you to ruin. 

“Perfect, dove, god,” Keigo sang his words like sweet prayers. Slowly, he sat up, still holding you tight to his chest. “You go wash up quick in the bedroom, I’ll get myself all settled and ready. Wear whatever you’d like and shout if you need me, okay?”

You swallowed, gut turning.

“O-Okay, I love you.

“I love you too, so fucking much.”

...

You took a few minutes in the bathroom to ground yourself. You still felt like shit, but in the way that now craved something different and more carnal to get it to fall away and release.

You trusted Keigo with everything in you. He knew how to pick you apart just the way you needed. 

You wandered back into the living room, padding in quietly in a pair of fluffy socks, an oversized tee that hung just below your ass, and a pair of shorts that showed the barest bits of your cheeks.

Keigo was in the kitchen, the hilt of the knife clicking against the metal of the rings he wore as he chopped up a few of your favorite fruits and placed them into a wooden bowl.

He’d changed as well, looking sharper and much more like the ‘daddy Keigo’ that you knew. His black pants were sharp and perfectly fitted, along with the black mock neck he wore. He accessorized with a few rings on each hand and a chain necklace laying over his collarbones.

Keigo’s eyes flickered up to you as you regarded him, a little grin beginning to grow.

“Seems I overdressed.” His wings flared behind him, unable to hide his excitement the same way his face was. 

“I-I can change—” 

“Absolutely not,” Keigo slid around the kitchen island, tsking quietly. “You’re perfect, just like this.”

You didn’t reply, not until Keigo stopped in front of your and grabbed your jaw, pulling your gaze to him.

“Sweetness,” His affections rolled over your skull in the exact way you needed. “Do you want me to take care of you?”

“P-Please.”

The word was desperate, shaking and shuddering as it slipped from lips.

Keigo’s smile grows wider, his plumage ruffling.

“Sweet girl, try again.”

Your lip wobbled as he stroked down at your pulse point. 

“Please, d-daddy.”

What a role to have.

Keigo loved it, notably.

It had started early, that incessant itch to care for you in any way that he could was semi-insatiable until he started to indulge it to his heart's content. You thrived off it too, needing that personal attention that he was so willing to give. And hell, it wasn’t like you didn’t return it constantly with endless love and sweetness.

He just took care of you. 

The details, all the small things he’d gathered about since you’d gotten together (and before then too) were things he cherished. Little things about you he wasn’t even sure you noticed, he collected them and accommodated them in any way he could. 

There was the more mundane, like your favorite smells and tastes and touches. The knowledge of the best textures of clothes and blankets that he loved to gift you and your favorite spices and sweets were coveted. 

There was the more intimate, too.

He had taken breaking you apart with pleasure as a divine rite, that first time he got you on the silken sheets of his bed. Learning every twitch and shudder and what it meant felt like his life’s goal as he buried his face in your cunt.

You liked it all, notably. 

You thrived off the attention, though it took a while for you to accept that ‘yes, you do indeed deserve this, very much so.’ 

Once more, you returned it. Perhaps you weren’t quite as perceptive as Keigo was, you didn’t have the training (thank god), but you did constantly return love to him. Your own touch and kind words more comforting than anything he’d ever received in his fucking life.

He could only return the favor by taking care of you in any way that you needed.

And that night?

You needed to hurt. 

And Keigo, truthfully, was in the mood to get a bit of tied up anger out in the sweetest way possible. 

...

Keigo drifted to the couch, your hand in his with you in tow. You were so meek that day, eyes downcast.

He’d have to be careful, watch your body and expressions and not push you too far. He trusted you to call things off, but he still never hurt you beyond what you could handle.

Besides, Keigo had crafted a wonderful plan that he was fairly (very) certain you would enjoy.

Keigo sat down on the couch, thighs parted the slightest bit, a half-chub already pressing against his trouser.

“Lie down, dove,” He kept his voice so sweet as he tapped his thigh. “Let me help you.”

You scrunched your shirt in your hands, mind beginning to get pleasantly hazy with his words and you laid yourself over his lap. You adjusted with your arms cushioning your head, knees pressed against the cushion. 

“Talk to me, sweetness— What’s going on?” Keigo spoke as he nudged your hips upwards, your back bowing and arching under his touch.

 “Just a bad day,” You swallowed, burying your face into the cushions. “I don’t want to think about it.”

Your head was already swimming, you didn’t want to mentally relive how awful the day had been— 

“Then let’s make it good, hm?” Keigo mused, cupping your ass through your shorts and squeezing. “Make you forget in your favorite way. I know how much you like this.”

You tried to speak, but your jaw snapped shut with a click and a cry as Keigo’s palm smacked over the fat of your ass.

“You just need a little bit of extra help today, hm?” Keigo smoothed his hand over where he had struck. The motion was tender in the same way his words were, washing over you enough to almost distract from the pain that was just beginning. 

“Uh-huh,” You replied, weak and muffled into the fabric beneath you.

Another strike sent you pressing into the cushions, whining against upholstery as Keigo rubbed over your skin was against, his other hand going to stabilize your back, tracing his name and little hearts over your spine. 

“‘Uh-huh’, who?” 

“Daddy!” You screamed with the next strike. Your words melded with the echo of the sounds of your flesh.

Keigo was beaming at you, you could feel it. His wings were puffed up, rippling in time with heavy breathing.

“Good girl, god, dove, perfect,” He leaned down to press a kiss to the back of your head while smoothing a hand beneath your shorts. “You’re just so good. You deserve so much good, you know that?”

You nodded as Keigo shucked your shorts to the ground, pushing up your shirt to leave most of you bare to him.

It felt vulnerable, despite having been in this position before. 

“I d-do,” You stuttered, words sticky. “I am good.”

It felt real, for a moment, brightened by the sharp pain that was growing constant from your cheeks.

“God, perfect,” Keigo waxed, grabbing a handful of your ass and squeezing. “Here’s what you’re gonna do sweetness— here’s how I’m gonna take care of you today.”

His hand slid between your clenched thighs, pushing them apart and barely teasing your slit, “You’re gonna hurt for me, so fucking good. I’m gonna give you... twenty-five, how does that sound?”

You nodded, an answer Keigo accepted.

“Good,” You could hear his grin. “You’re gonna take each one so well, I know you will, dove.”

The expectation hurt so bad you winced. 

Keigo hushed you with a hand to the back of your neck, “It’s alright, I’ll be right here. Just want to break you a little bit, hm?”

You whined this time, shifting your thighs together as Keigo chuckled. 

“Maybe a lot, but we’ll see. I don’t want you thinking after this.”

Holy fuck, neither did you. You’d be content to be close to braindead when Keigo was through with you. 

Any reply you had was just a warbled moan into the cushion below as Keigo slapped his hand down once more.

“Count, sweetness.”

“O-one.”

Another smack, to the other cheek, flesh growing hot. 

“T-two— “

And Keigo didn’t fucking relent.

Each smack was hard, the fat of your ass jiggling and burning against the flat of his palm. The knick of his rings against the soft flesh only added to burn and sting. 

Perhaps, in other conditions, Keigo would have built up to the level of pain he was providing. Preamble a bit with some softer touches and sweet words as opposed to relentlessly spanking your ass so hard you swore you could already feel welts forming from the rings he wore.

“T-t— Ten!” 

Your voice cracked in your throat, each impact bringing up sprinklings of tears that were rubbed into the couch. 

All the harshness of his strikes was in harmony with the sinfully soft way he was touching you otherwise.

A gentle hand running through your hair, mindful of any knots or tangles. His fingertips stroked up and down your neck, nails teasing the thin skin just below your ear. Even the way he rubbed at your flesh between strikes was so fucking tender, despite how his touch made the hot skin boil even more.

Your first muffled sob was what got him going verbally.

“Oh, wow,” Keigo whistled to himself, a sharp-nailed finger running up your spine. “Are you crying already, sweetness? Does this hurt too bad?”

“N-no,” You forced the words out, even as they clung to the back of your tongue. 

The confusing feelings and emotions thrumming through you made you want to just let go. The tears mixed with the loving fullness in your chest, all counterpointed by hot pain that was ripping through your nerves from the bruises and singed skin from your ongoing spanking. 

Not to mention the slick coating your thighs— 

“Seems not,” Keigo clicked his tongue, pausing to run a finger over your slit. “Still dripping for me, even when I’m touching you like this?”

He spanked you again, right over a pre-existing welt.

You sputtered in the cushions, almost sobbing but still trying to hold onto a semblance of your composure.

Keigo could see it in the rigidity of your shoulders. No matter how he pressed into the muscles in time with the strikes he dealt, you just wouldn’t loosen up.

You shook against the cushions below, exertion from holding your arched back clear.

Keigo hummed to himself.

You said you wanted it to hurt, right?

And God, if he wasn’t going to deliver. 

In a flurry of motion, Keigo shifted, bringing you with him.

Your cheek remained against the leather of the couch, blood rushing to your head as your ass was thrown up and over the armrest. 

Keigo stood up, wings unrestrained and extended. You couldn’t see the angry, red plumage, only the shadow it threw over you.

“Oh, dove,” Keigo waxed. “You just need a bit more, right?”

Another strike.

“F-f— Fifteen— “

“You’ve had such a rough day, haven’t you?” 

His words stir something vile in your soupy brain, a whimper leaking through your parted lips.

(Maybe, you were more fucked out than you thought.)

He hushed you with a yank on your hair, forcing your back and neck to bow.

“My dove just needs to know how loved they are, hm?”

You nodded, his grip tightening but you could hardly care. Each spark of pain felt so fucking good, your lingering barriers broke down more and more with each one of Keigo’s touches.

Whether they were that syrupy comforting kind or burning, bruising kind, you couldn’t care or tell. The blend of it all was flooding through you so well, all you could do was blubber out numbers between bursts of tears and ‘more’s and ‘please’es.

“T-we— n— ty!” The syllables felt choppy, maybe, but you hardly cared.

“Good girl, fuck,” Keigo gritted out, palming the front of his trouser. He’d been graciously (read: cruelly) ignoring your dripping cunt as well as his own ache throughout your spanking session.

He’d make sure the two of you were satisfied by the time it was all over.

You did have five strikes left.

 “Taps for me, love,” Keigo’s rubbed at your back, hips bumping into your broiled ass. 

You gave the leather below a single hard tap.

All good.

“Perfect.”

 And with very little reverie, a few of Keigo’s feathers shot from his wings, wrapping around your wrists and ankles, pinning you to the leather.

And with even less reverie, Keigo’s spread your asscheeks wide and spat onto your cunt.

“K-Keigo!”

His name ripped from your throat, mixing with a shriek as the cold spit went clammy against your burning flesh.

“Try again, sweetness.” 

The next strike was hard, and Keigo’s hold didn’t shift from your cheeks. 

He’d hardened two fucking feathers.

Larger ones, broader enough to strike down at the top of the curve of your ass with a swift flick.

They were so much harder than his hands. 

So.

Much.

Harder.

Harsher.

Crueler. 

“D-daddy!”

You corrected yourself instantly, clawing into the cushions. Your chest burned as your sobs turned to weepings, your cheeks singeing with each harsh breath.

“Tw— e— nty one!

You barely managed to get the words out before Keigo buried his face in your cunt.

And fuck, did he eat you like the prized meal you were. His words be damned, he had plenty of ways to break you down beyond his verbal praise. 

He lapped at the tacky slick on your thighs, licking up to tease at your pussy with the tip of his tongue. The stubble along his chin roughed up your most precious bits, but you didn’t mind.

If anything, you wanted it to hurt more. 

For that reason, his feathers could finish the job. They surely had a harder hit than his hands had.

Based on the way you were quaking against him, stammering and blabbering little pleads and adorations, they were doing their job.

Broken little thing, weren’t you?

But that was the point, of course. 

“Four more, dove,” Keigo murmured against your folds. “Say thank you with each one, dove. Keep being good for me.”

The command was all you needed, hurriedly nodding into the tear-soaked fabric below.

The feathers struck down again, skin breaking.

“T— wen-ty two!” 

Keigo chuckled against your cunt, pulling away only to tease slide his fingers over your clit, “Feeling good?”

“T-Thank you!”

Oh, you were fucking braindead. 

Keigo was all too pleased, a few smaller feathers going to prop up your hips as they trembled.

“Good,” His words were muffled by your sex, but neither of you had the mind to care about words. It was all in the soup of sounds that kept you rutting back into his tongue. “Keep going.”

The next strike was so loud, it eclipsed the sound of your own shriek.

“TW— wenty three! Thank you!”

Keigo could feel you wheeze, but no taps came.

No reason not to continue.

His own pants felt tight as he rolled his hips into the side of the couch, eyes rolling back into his head as your cunt gushed around him.

Your entire body was thrumming, pulsing from the inside out with what had to be pain, but you could hardly tell. You were spinning somewhere harsh and fast and you didn’t dare try to rationalize it.

All you could ground yourself on was the slap of Keigo’s feathers and the feel of him eating you in earnest.

It was enough, barely.

The next slap just added to your feelings. 

 “TWE— EN— ty f-four! T-thank you!”

Keigo pulled away, wiping your arousal from around his lips and scooting around the couch to get a better look at your face.

As absolutely hot as he was, and how desperately he wanted to eat you up until he burst, he also knew he was pushing you fairly hard.

“Sweetness, ready to take your last one?” 

Keigo ran his fingers through your hair as your eyes focused on him in their half-lidded position. 

“I-I can’t do it, daddy.”

He paused.

You’d have given taps if you wanted to stop, truly. He trusted you on that.

“Yes, you can,” Keigo cooed, thumbing a bit of drool over your cheek. “I know you can.”

“I-I can’t,” You sobbed out, burying your face into the couch. Despite your words, you stayed tense and rigid.

All you needed was a little push.

Keigo took to leaving gentle touches across your back, rubbing out your tension wherever he found it knotted. Your weeping didn’t fully subside, but it certainly quieted as you took gulps of breath was some gentle coaching.

“Can you take one more for me? For your daddy?” Keigo glowed with pride as he spoke, seeing the way your eyes lit up and your head bobbed against the cushions.

“Uh-huh,” You leaned into his touch where you could. “One m-more, f-for you.”

You gave a single tap into the cushions.

 Keigo couldn’t help but be proud of you as you readjusted, arch going harsher and deeper.

He’d finished your spanking off with his hand, you earned it after taking so much so well.

The large feathers returned to him, while a single small one drifted between your sticky thighs to part your folds.

Slowly, the plume circled around your clit, lapping at the nub as his tongue would, your juices soaking it all the same. 

Even as Keigo laid the most gentle touch on your ass, the throb and burn of it made your whimper and whine. 

One more.

Just one more strike and all of that mundane stress and anger would be broken off from you and dissolved in a puddle of your own tears.

“When I give you your last one, you’re going to cum all over that feather for me, dove, understand?”

You nodded, hurriedly, barely grinding against the stimulation. 

Keigo wound up, wings extended and full, before putting all of his weight into his swing.

His palm hit your rear with such a crack that it broke both of you.

You screamed, shrieked, as your thighs clenched and gave out beneath you. Any cries you’d be managing to hold back ripped from your throat with the last smack as your cunt clenched and pleasure exploded in your gut. 

Barely, you managed to speak through your tears.

“Twenty-f-five.. .. thank you....” 

Keigo had to take a moment himself, breathing hard and particularly weak-kneed. 

The sweet cry that had torn from your mouth was all he needed to be pushed over the edge, his cock twitching and spurting while hardly even being touched.

He was impressed, with both himself and you.

“God, dove, you did so well for me,” Keigo wiped the salt from his brow, ignoring his creamed pants to slip onto the couch and pull you into his arms.

You were half-lucid, sticky with sweat and arousal but you couldn’t find yourself to care. All you could fixate on was the feel of Keigo’s heat and the ruffle of his feathers as you settled into his lap.

Keigo pressed kisses against your temples and cheeks, positioning your thighs around his own and allowing you to sag into his chest. 

You clung to him with everything you had as you spun down from your high.

He whispered little affections to you, small praises and love for doing so ‘well for him’ and ‘how good you took it, took it all’. 

A few of his feathers came and went carrying a bowl of fruit, chilled and cut up into bite-sized pieces.

From your haze, Keigo pressed a piece of sweetness to your lips.

“Eat, love, take it,” He purred as you opened your mouth just enough for the fruit to slip in. You chewed slowly, focusing on the flavor and texture before swallowing.

The spare drool that slipped from the corner of your mouth was quickly scooped up by Keigo’s thumb, gathered and popped into his own mouth.

His feathers rippled.

“I feel a lot better,” You slurred into the crook of his neck. “Thank you.”

Keigo chuckled, something high and light that made your guts turn anew. His hand brushed over the meat of your ass, bruised and covered in welts, “You’re welcome, but...”

His touch hurt, but in the best way.

A pleasant reminder.

“How does this feel?” 

“Painful, but good,” You hummed, opening your mouth for another piece of fruit. The tartness of the bite brought you closer to lucidity. “You’re too good to me, you know.”

“Flattery, when you’re this fucked out? I’m impressed,” Keigo pulled you closer by the small of your back. “Rest for a little bit, then I’ll clean us up, sound good?”

“Very,” You circled your arms around him, locking your hands just below his wings. “But... ‘us’?”

“I might’ve nutted. Maybe.”

You snorted, but you were quickly quieted by another piece of sweetness and plenty of distracting affection.

Desperately needed, by both you. 

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[samplingmoonsters]

What if Techno is like a walking heater cause he's from the Nether and Dream who's naturally cold??

Snow crunches under their feet, warm clouds of fog escaping frozen lips, evaporating quickly in the icy air like ghosts. Endless whiteness surrounds the pair, an empty canvas yearning for a splash of color. But there are no colors for miles, nothing but an abyss of white, except for the red cloak fluttering in the wind like the wings of a newborn bird. Not for the first time, olive green eyes find themself staring at the only interesting color since they started their never-ending journey through the north.

He stares at the broad back of the warrior, well aware of the muscles hidden behind the thick fabric. A hog-like snort escapes his companion as the tall warrior lets out a hot gust of wind. Dream’s tired, freezing body jerks at the loud noise. They haven’t spoken to each other for hours, only Dream’s exhausted breath and the snow crunching under their feet filling the silence around them.

Olive-green eyes widen and he stumbles back, almost falling into the snow, as Techno rams the end of his ax into the snow next to him. They stop in their tracks, finally giving the ex-prisoner’s body a precious second to rest after hours and hours of non-stop walking. Dream’s chest rises and falls in a mix of exhaustion and fear as he stares at Techno’s back. Even after spending weeks in a tiny cell together, building a relationship that doesn’t fit into any category but runs far deeper than simple friendship, Dream’s still gets nervous when he’s confronted with the view of a sharp object. A spike of anxiety settles into his chest, his fear rising the longer he has to look at the damn netherite ax sticking out of the snow.

He trusts Techno more than anyone else on the SMP but it is still hard to let go of old fears even after months of recovering in the Piglin's small cottage. Swallowing, Dream forces his body to relax and instead moves his eyes towards Techno’s face. Anything to distract himself from the weapon still glinting in the corner of his vision like a poisonous snake ready to strike.

At one point, Technoblade has turned towards him, ember eyes staring at the lanky blond, “We should search for a place to rest for tonight.” Techno murmurs before picking his ax back up, swinging it over his shoulder before walking straight towards the line of woods surrounding the snow-covered trail.

“Ah- wait for me!” Dream calls after the other man, small feet stamping through the snow like a newborn fawn who is just learning how to walk from their mother.

Away from the trail, the snow is even higher, reaching Dream’s knees and causing the blond to get stuck on multiple occasions. He has a hard time keeping up with the pink-haired man who doesn’t seem to have any problems navigating through the snowy landscape, his thick leather boots keeping him from sinking into the snow unlike Dream’s pathetic excuse of footwear which can’t even keep his feet decently warm. He can already feel his toes starting to freeze off. If this goes on he won’t have any feet to complain about coming tomorrow morning.

If it weren't for Techno's strong hands pulling him out every now and then Dream would be forever stuck in the middle of the woods.

"Be careful where you are stepping." Techno grunts after pulling Dream out of the snow for what must be the tenth time.

Dream grumbles a curse under his breath, patting the snow from the pants before throwing a dark glare at his companion, "I do! It's not my fault the snow is, like-- ten feet high!" He stomps his feet into the snow, his childish tantrum only resulting in him soaking his pants even more.

Dream could practically hear the other roll his eyes, "Don't be dramatic...it's not that deep." As if to prove his point Techno stomps one foot into the snow. The appendage barely sinks into the snow. But all too soon Techno’s attention is stolen away once more by the distant howls of wolves. The warrior grips his ax tightly, red eyes jumping around the trees, searching for any potential danger while he waits for Dream to stop sulking around so they could start moving forward again.

Dream lets out a huff, seemingly indifferent about the continuing howls. He knows that Techno will keep him safe, so he doesn’t even bother taking out the dagger hidden inside his dark-green coat. It’s not like he would be any good in a fight. Ever since they escaped the prison, Dream quickly realized that his hands would never be able to truly hold weapons of any kind anymore, not with how much they trembled and shook. He’s happy that he could hold a cup of tea without spilling hot liquid everywhere, and hey, he can even hold a spoon without too much of a hitch.

Small progress as Techno would say.

And maybe, with a lot of training and patience, he would even be able to hold an ax again one day.

Though, that dream is rather blurry for now. Let’s rather focus on re-learning how to use a knife and fork for the moment....or Techno would have to help him cut his steak forever and that’s just fucking embarrassing. He already feels like a helpless child 75% of the time when it comes to holding anything.

Which also includes not being able to walk on snow like his companion.

Fucking piglin hybrids and their natural ability to walk over loose ground.

"...that doesn't prove anything. You-you're used to walking through snow." Crossing his arms, Dream glares at a random patch of snow near Techno's left foot. Now that they have stopped moving, Dream can feel the unbearable coldness sinking into his already half-frozen skin. Dream hates to admit it, but he does have a low tolerance when it comes to low temperatures. All his life, he has lived in hotter regions, places where the sun never stops shining all year round, and where hurricanes and heavy storms are a monthly concurrence. But now, he's forced to live in a snowy biome, far away from the sun, where it never stops snowing and the nights are long.

Dream couldn't remember when he last felt truly warm. Even in the safety of Techno's beloved cottage, there's still something cold lingering in his chest, freezing his body from the inside...

Maybe that's just his trauma showing his ugly head... Nevertheless, Dream really missed lying among the flowers, grass tickling his cheeks while he let the sun heat up his body.

And while the prison had been warm, unbearable so, the warmth wasn't the same as the feeling of sun rays on his freckled skin.

Ender, when was the last time he had worn a crop top? Felt like a billion years ago. He couldn't even wear cute outfits in this shitty weather. Fucking Antarctica...

Yearning for an outlet for his building frustration, Dream angrily kicks a small pile of snow, accidentally spraying Techno's face with the powdery substance.

For a second the woods go deathly silent as if the trees themselves could feel the tension rising between the rivals. The two men stare at each other, a silent battle taking place. Techno's narrowed red eyes promise unbearable pain, causing Dream to fidget nervously.

If there is one thing Dream hates more than raw potatoes it's complete silence. He remembers a time when silence didn't bother him. A time when he could linger in his base far underground unbothered by the pure quietness surrounding him, even enjoying it. He was used to being alone, doing his own thing, a lone wolf some would call him, but after the whole prison thing...Dream began to hate the sound of his own voice, the silence that would linger after he screamed his lungs out either from hours of torture or talking nonstop to his own reflection in the lava.

Yeah, he would much rather listen to Techno's monotone voice for hours, all day long, if it means he wouldn't have to listen to his own scrambled thoughts.

"Uh...Tech--"

Before Dream could finish his sentence his feet suddenly left the ground as his tall, lanky body was raised from the snow. The blond squeezed his eyes tightly, expecting to be body slammed into the cold abyss for revenge but instead, he felt a pleasant warmth surrounding him from all sides.

Fluttering his eyes open he's met with the sight of Techno's broad chest. Jerking his head up he stares at the piglin but the other is ignoring him, red eyes stubbornly looking forward as they continue their way through the foggy woods. Green eyes focus on the warm puffs of air escaping Techno's pink lips, the way his sharp tusks glint in the faint light like hidden daggers, and how his red eyes seem to sparkle brighter than the ice crystals littering the ground. This close, Techno's beauty is almost otherworldly.

Truly the God of Bones and Blood.

And now the God is carrying him. Carrying him bridal style while curling his precious red cape around them both.

Dream's cheeks quickly catch on fire at the unexpected turn of events.

Forcing himself to relax, he leans his cheek against Techno's armored chest, almost jerking back in surprise at how warm the other feel even through the thick layer of metal.

Oh Gods, Techno is burning, a steady warmth spilling from him in waves like a dying star. With the cape curled around them, keeping the cold air away and trapping Techno's body heat, Dream feels like he's sitting in a furnace.

A very soft, grumpy furnace.

He almost forgot how warm Techno is. When they were still in prison Dream didn’t really notice Techno’s abnormal body heat. Back then everything, the air, the water, the obsidian blocks, was hot to the touch. Soon Techno’s body heat just turned into another source of heat in the already stuffy cell.

Now, Dream welcomed the warmth.

For what feels like the first time in months, Dream feels the coldness leaves his body.

Letting out a sound that comes close to a purr, Dream leans back against Techno's chest. With his cheek pressed against the other’s armored chest, he can clearly hear Techno's strong heartbeat. The steady sound pulls him into a placid state where each one of his problems and haunting memories leaves his mind for a little while until all he can feel is the vibration of Techno's heart and the strong hands holding him up.

Protecting him.

"Just so you know, if the wolves decide to attack us, I'm throwing you into the snow." Technoblade's monotone voice drifts through the blurry edges of his mind, almost throwing him out of his serene bubble.

Not wanting to leave the peaceful corner of his mind just yet, Dream cuddles deeper into Techno's chest, successfully ignoring the Piglin's warning.

Above him Techno let out a long, tired sigh, yet, the hands around his waist are pressing him closer, a silent promise to shield him from any upcoming danger.

With a small smile on his lips, Dream lets himself sink into the peaceful abyss, the sound of Techno's heartbeat guiding him. He falls asleep to the familiar lullaby of Techno’s heartbeat.

And so, far up in the north where the sun rarely shines and the snow never stops falling, the blond warrior found his own sun to warm up his broken soul.

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[yandere-society]

The Rabbit Hole

Summary: The Windy City in the mid-1920s is a spectacle of lights and sounds, roaring with the excitement of jazz music and swinging dance moves. Amid the brilliant stars of Chicago nightlife, there is a dark underground of secrets, mainly that being the mysterious Wonderland Ball you've been invited to participate in and be crowned the next "Alice". What you don't know is you may or may not be allowed to leave, per the Mad Hatter and a White Rabbit's desires. So, daring and brave as you are, you decide to take a journey down The Rabbit Hole and come face to face with high society - people - as you've never seen them before.

Genre: Yandere; Historical Fiction/ Fantasy Based In The 1920′s; Smut; Thriller; Alice in Wonderland Inspired 

Warnings: Yandere themes, Mentions of drug/ alcohol use with/without consent, mentions of “gangsters”, light talks of selling your soul/ the devil/ religious “themes”?, sedative drugs used non-consensually, vivid dreams/nightmares, maybe light profanity? Smut: Non-protected sex (twice), creampies, oral sex (f and m receiving/giving), slight nipple play?, spanking, marking, bruising, slightly rough sex, use of a sex swing/ sex swing intercourse, f and m orgasms. I think that’s it. 

Pairings: Jeon Jungkook (White Rabbit) x Reader (Alice) x Kim Seokjin (Mad Hatter), Side Pairing of Johnny (Jonathan) Suh from NCT x Reader, Johnny x Jung Jaehyun from NCT.

Author’s Notes: This is not going to be a historically accurate piece. As much as I am an advocate for research and learning about the times of old, I am only human and I am short on time researching in between my full time job. I have grown up and currently live in Chicago and I have never written a story about the Windy City before so here I am, writing to you about the wonderful city I call home. I am doing my best to stay true to my writing as well as make it as accurate as one can, but please forgive me if there are faults in this story! 

We are not doing a collective Valentine’s Day event this year but the contents of this piece have been weighing heavily on my mind, so I asked if I could write this story for a little something-something. I hope you all enjoy it!

Written By: Admin 💖 @therealmintedmango​ 

Also, who do you think the other boys from BTS are from Alice in Wonderland in this story? I’d love to know! 

Stepping out of my very own vehicle my future husband’s family sent for me, I take in the sights and the sounds that Chicago provides this snowy afternoon. 

People waltz around one another and mingle about, snow crunching under their feet. The faint sounds of jingle bells float down the streets in the chilly air, it smells of popcorn and roasted nuts as well as the sludge of gasoline tainting the snow. A cold breeze gliding across the buildings nearly knocks me off my feet as I look up to my new place of residence, a new high-rise Michigan Ave. The stars above my head seem to sparkle in the dark sky, or are those just the electric lights from the grand buildings surrounding me? 

Curious, I think as I continue to have my sights set above the horizon. I’ve certainly strayed very far from the corn fields of back home. Inhaling the sharp, bitterly cold air around me, I feel a sense of dread almost wash over my senses. I knew what I was signing up for when I came here. Jonathan and I discussed it in great detail over the wire. 

The reality of the situation is finally sinking into my layers of clothing. 

Jonathan Suh, the grandson of Suh Realtor Industries Incorporated - which owns about one third of Chicago - has asked me to marry him. It was seemingly out of the blue too. I was going to spend the next years of my life trying to marry into the best livestock or vegetable farmer in town, not the filthy rich grandson in a large city. It felt like a dream when he called me and begged me to come as soon as possible. I suppose it pays off to be kind to everyone, especially when it felt like it was yesterday we were both in grammar school together. 

I drink it all in, the busy sounds, the cold night air that leaves me feeling bitter and raw standing in the street while snow begins to descend from the blackened sky. It feels foreign to me even though it’s only about two hours away from the farm. The breeze blistering in from the west sends a chill up my spine. 

This is a new beginning, I ponder to myself as I stretch upwards in the middle of the sidewalk. This is my chance at a better life, this is way better than being some poor, sad farm girl. That’s right! I’m going to be the wife of my childhood friend who just happened to be some rich playboy who has more money than he knows what to do with.

I’m going to be a Suh!

...Even if the whole arrangement is a sham...

“Miss, you are going to freeze to death outside!” Jonathan’s maids rush to usher me out of the cold quickly, but not before I accidentally bump into someone on the busy sidewalk. 

“I beg you to pardon me,” I mumble as I set my sights over my shoulder on a man dressed in a long coat with hair as white as the snow currently blanketing the ground. “You’ll have to forgive me, I am just enraptured with how bright Chicago seems to shine at night.” 

The man’s seemingly red eyes expand with my excitement, then soften. “No pardon to beg, Miss…?” He queries, a bloom of warmth spreading across his face.  

“Suh.” I smile as the men shout from my car they have finished unpacking. “Well, I am the future Mrs. Jonathan Suh. For now I suppose I am still Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Strange, I didn’t think he… Well, never mind that now.” His eyes linger on mine. “Johnny’s got good taste.” I hear him mumble under his breath in a deep tone, slurring his words together in a string. “Well, I can’t wait to see more of you, future Mrs. Jonathan Suh.” He says as he swings his coat behind himself and takes off down the street, the crowd and the night dissolving him like a pill in warm water. 

Curious and curiouser this night becomes, I think as the maids finally have enough of me standing about in the cold. 

“Do you know who that was?” I ask the hoard of them, hoping someone has the answer to my bump in the night with a rather odd fellow. My heart is beating but I’m not sure what for. I know my place. I know why he called me… My fate was sealed as soon as I got the wire from my future husband.

The collective flock shake their heads and mutter polite “noes” as they lead me up grand staircases of marble and through dim corridors at this time of night, leaving my brain a drifting piece of snow in the blizzard that will surely accumulate outside overnight. 

“Right this way.” A young redhead coos as she parades me up what must be my twentieth flight of stairs I’ve climbed this evening. “Master Suh will be so happy you are here at last!” They lead me into a beautiful room with the most lavish furniture I’ve ever seen in my life! Magazines and pictures certainly don’t bestow such fine items with quite the same honor as seeing such beauty in person. 

“Madam Suh has a full schedule for you this weekend.” One of the elderly looking women dares to swoon as she says, “Wedding planning, I’m sure, no doubt.” My coat is taken from me and I am given house slippers to wear. 

The flock - or really I should call them a herd of lemmings - all agree once more as a butler leads us through a hallway with objects of fine art, pottery, and paintings. Each item is so uniquely wonderful that it would make my brothers’ and sisters’ heads spin if they saw how perfect and polished everything is. How ornate and lavish! Am I to spend my life with fine, intricate pieces of art from all mediums? I wonder if Jonathan has created any of these himself? Would he allow me to paint? I wonder...

“Master Suh,” I inhale, realizing I am right at the threshold of a beautiful oak door. “Miss Y/N Y/L/N has arrived.” The butler announces. 

My body feels all fuzzy and nervous for some reason. It’s been many years since I’ve seen my dear friend from when we were still learning how to hop on a bicycle in the country where his family had a small house and property that butted up against my family’s by the little lake in the middle of a corn field. 

“Y/N!” A deep, refreshing voice purrs before he embraces me in a tight hug. “How was your ride? Did the car fair well, unlike the weather?” He chuckles as his tall frame dwarfs mine in comparison. The scent of him is most definitely cinnamon, scotch, and leather, which I’m not surprised. All fine things to smell of for certain. 

The maids all giggle and mumble their approval and the butlers look away, anxious to gaze upon a woman in another man’s arms. I suppose his gesture of a greeting is very rude, but I don’t mind. Being smack-dab in the middle of my siblings, I feel like nothing phases me anymore, even the hug Jonathan wraps around me. 

“Jonathan Suh,” I simper, pulling out of his embrace, “The ride was not too terrible, and my, how tall you’ve grown! And so dapper too.” I sigh earnestly. “It’s a pleasure to see you again.”

“I hope you say that every day you wake up and I am there beside you.” Jonathan’s brown eyes seem to daze in the glow from the lamp lights in the sitting parlor. 

There’s nothing more I hate than an arrogant flirt, not to mention an arrogant flirt with money is all the more trouble. Is this really going to be the rest of my life? Living with Jonathan like this? So contrived and fake… it makes my insides twist. 

“I am rather weary though from a day full of travels.” I pretend to yawn, shifting out of his arms bit by bit and heading toward the door. “May I have the delight in seeing you tomorrow?” 

“Oh yes, you must be quite tired. I always get sleepy on car rides.’ Jonathan muses as he extends his hand to the door and the staff scramble into place. “Mr. and Mrs. Alan would you please escort Y/N to her room? I will be here but on the other end of the house until we are...you know-” 

“Goodnight, Jonathan.” I say almost too quickly after that, leaving almost as swiftly as I’ve come. 

Once my hair is down and I am dressed comfortably in my nightgown, I feel like I can take a deep breath again. It feels odd with my hair unpinned, sitting in a brand-new nightgown, overlooking the rocking waves of the lake and the snow that drifts down from the sky. Basking in the sill of my window from the beautiful lights and moonlight shining through my velvet curtains, I hope and pray that every night I spend in Chicago is not as forced and fake as this one has been.

-

I’m chasing something odd in my dream. 

I move between pictures hanging on the walls, through the bellies of grandfather clocks, I emerge through the darkness every time, chasing a little white rabbit with a cottontail through or around objects of grand design. I have never had a dream that felt so vivid and real, like I am actually flying through my thoughts, time of the utmost essence for some unknown reason. I can’t seem to escape a dark feeling looming around me and I feel slightly frightened that I will not catch the little thing. 

When I reach for the little dumpling covered in pretty white fur, it lurches forward, propelling my desire to catch up to the little beast. 

I descend deeper and deeper, the spotlight in the darkness focused solely on the bunny ahead of me. I can’t reach him, I’m not fast enough, my feet do not carry me quick enough. I call to the animal but it doesn’t hear me, instead it flies between two large velvet curtains. 

“Please!” I beg the animal as I pop through the hole in the curtains, shuffling through on my knees. “Where are you taking…me…” My question dies in my throat as I look up to find red eyes, his curly blonde hair waving at me from under a gold top hat, a gold mask from that of a masquerade celebration covering most of his face. 

But, I know that soft smirk well now. I’ve replayed it several times already in my mind like the fool I am. 

This is the man I met on the sidewalk. I gasp. But, why is he inhabiting my dream?

“Welcome to Wonderland, Alice.” A soft voice wafts from high above the two of us, making me shiver. “We’ve been waiting for you.”

Why am I frightened? Surely this is not a nightmare. I was only following a rabbit and now I am here with these two men. 

Slowly, my eyes trail up the large mahogany platform, showcasing a very large, ornately plush gold and maroon seat which houses a man in an all green suit of the finest quality. He is also wearing a mask trimmed with greens and golds, his lush lips pinkened like he had just indulged in delicious raspberry jam pulled into a dark smirk. He sits with the side of his pale face in one of his hands, resting comfortably on the arm of the pretty chair. The man from the street sits on a swing that hangs high from the rafters, silently taking me in. An aura of power and class drips tastefully from every fiber of his being, weighing heavily upon me like he is a hammer and I am but a humble nail. 

“Good job chasing rabbits.” The man’s smile further stretches, his amber eyes boring down upon me, making my skin want to jump from my skeleton. “The next step is to find The Rabbit Hole.”

My eyes fling open, a train's loud horn blaring in the distance, the golden morning haze filtering from the curtains across the room. I jolt upward in bed, cold sweat beading my body, tainting the beautiful nightgown the Suhs have given me. I throw the sheets off my bed and clutch my forehead, musing the words of the man in all green over and over to myself in a frenzy. 

...What a dreadfully vivid dream...

-

I’ve been here for almost a week and I’ve lost count of the tea parties and luncheons I’ve attended with Mrs. Suh. The people and the houses and families they all belong to are getting lost to me in the wake of planning for a wedding. Though, I’m not sure how much I am actually planning. Merely pointing between two colors of table placemats and napkins or choosing between a flower or two. 

Tonight though, it is another snowy evening on the lakeshore, we are attending a jazz concert at the Sunset Cafe to see a wonderful show performed by the talented Cab Calloway and Louis Armstrong who make the most wonderful music. I was practically buzzing when I heard the news that the Suhs would be taking me this evening. As always, Jonathan and his mother have only two options for me to wear this evening and I must make a choice between them. A silver, more A-lined gown that shows off more skin than one should in the winter with a mink-fur cowl or more fluttering, off the shoulder velvet cobalt-blue style of a ball gown with embroidered golden stars falling from the bust in waves of tulle. 

Call me old fashioned, but I choose the one that makes me feel like a princess, not the one that makes me fit in. My thoughts wander between which Suh picked out which dress for me to wear and the dream of me chasing a white rabbit. 

I can never seem to catch that rabbit nor have I seen the two men since my first dream. It relieved me, but it also scared me. 

A shimmering laugh that is made of moonbeams and stars pulls me from my spell of thought that engrossed me.

The Suhs are dotting and cheerful people, always looking out for their only son in this cruel world. They are wonderful and powerful in their own ways, working the men and ladies in the sitting room of the theater with just a glance or smile of their lips. Mr. Suh smokes a cigar and smacks Jonathan on the back as they stand in the corner away from the ladies. Mrs. Suh includes me in all her conversations, never wanting me to feel lost or dissuaded from a million questions by another matriarch of a well-to-do family. 

I can see why Jonathan doesn’t want to disappoint them or the good people of his clan’s name before or after himself.  

The room is hazy from the smoky cigars that the men all drag on in between their elaborate conversations about President Coolidge and his beliefs while the women discuss lighter subjects such as traveling to Paris and Morocco as well as tennis. I find my thoughts up in the cloud of smoke that hangs in the room. 

“Pardon me, ladies,” Jonathan places a hand gently upon my shoulder, “may I steal Y/N away for a few moments?” 

“The concert will begin shortly, Johnny.” Mrs. Suh smiles, casting her charms to her son who smiles with reassurance to his dear mother. 

“Don’t fret, mother,” Jonathan grins as she calls him his nickname, “I want to show her off to my college chums.”

Her eyes twinkle in delightful mischief as she swirls her glass of sweet liquor in her hand. “Just be sure to return her in one piece. Y/N has a long day ahead of her tomorrow.” 

More wedding planning I’m not privy to I suppose? Such is my life now. High society is fun and all but the pressure is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before… No, my brain is captivated once more by the dark aura of the man from my dream, looming and lingering above me, teeth glimmering in the lim electric light of the room from my lucid dream. That was true, pure evil pressure I wish to never partake in the feeling of ever again. 

Jonathan says nothing as he turns from her, ushering me away with his hand placed gently on my shoulder. We move silently and quickly through groups who mingle and giggle, alcohol strong in their glasses and upon their breath as we pass through the crowd of rich socialites. 

We stop at one group of gentlemen, but I am only introduced to one handsome man named Jung Jaehyun who fondly shakes Jonathan’s hand and winks at me. What an odd fellow, I tell myself as we dive deeper and deeper into the crowd of people loitering in the fancy sitting room. 

“I’m glad you wore the one I picked out.” Jonathan says so low that I may only be able to hear his words. Well, that answers that question then. “These men might eat you alive, so stay as sharp as a blade but soft as a lamb, understand me? They will not leave me be until I introduce you to them.” 

“Are they your friends?” I query with a whisper as he pulls me to the edge of the room where young men have beautiful young ladies draped on their elbows. 

I have never seen a lady look like they do, but I suppose it is fashionable and “kept up with the times”. I am not so appealing as these ladies are with their skin on display and their heels high, they attract my attention before the men who hold them up do. Their makeup is dark, yet shimmering in the soft glow from the electric lights from above. The fair ladies’ hair is cut so short, their sideways hats and feather headbands merely slip off their sleek and shiny hairstyles. I am in awe of the way they look and envy them for behaving and chatting so freely. 

“Do not be scared, but they are budding gangsters who run speakeasies.” My eyes widen with his words, but I do what I am told. “Please do me another favor, Y/N, and become the most desirable woman here.” Jonathan whispers to me before we approach the hoard of people in front of me. “I will set you free from this cage as soon as I can.”

I can only nod as my demeanor switches like that of a light switch. 

Walking up to these men and women I’ve never met, I invoke the acting spirit of Jane West for Jonathan. I demand my attention. I am the most beautiful creature in this sitting room, if not all of the world. I did not go to college but I am going to show you how well read and cultured I am. I am going to be a Suh and I command you all to bow down to me in this instant. 

“Suh!” A tall man with coiffed, sandy blonde locks beams as he steps away from his fair darling on his arm tonight. “You dog! I didn’t think you’d grace us with your presence this evening!” They shake hands and laugh at nothing vigorously as I look between the two before the blonde catches my eye. They are pretty amber eyes that remain half-lidded and surely dazzle in the glow from chandeliers above. He’s not as tall as Jonathan, but he is handsome. “This must be-” 

“Y/N Y/L/N.” 

A voice from behind the blonde says clearly, setting to be free from the shadow of Jonathan’s friend. 

It’s the white rabbit! I think as I try to hold myself together. He looks rather dapper in a white and gold waistcoat with tails, a top hat making him appear to be as formal as one can be. This is the gentleman I bumped into the streets, but I cannot press out of my head. I want to tell him to stay out of my dreams, but I fear he will think me mad if I declare such a bold thing without expressing my thoughts further.  

“You know of my future bride, Jeon?” I feel the grip upon my shoulder tighten and breath being held from above me. Don’t fret, Jonathan, I would never tell anyone. I promise. Your secret is safe with me. 

The friend with his hair as white as the fallen snow looks at me passively, eyes rimmed red like he can’t sleep a wink either. “I met her on the sidewalk, John, but we’ve never been properly introduced.” He bows and takes my blue-colored gloved hand in his white ones. He kisses the top of my hand and in this ball gown-like dress I am indeed fulfilling my fantasy of pretending to be a beautiful princess. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, future Mrs. Jonathan Suh.” 

“Y/N,” Jonathan says, exhaling the concerned breath he’s been holding in, his grip returning to normal as well. “These are my friends from college: Mr. Kim Namjoon, whose family owns one third of the city like mine does, and Mr. Jeon Jungkook, who makes up the triangle of the most powerful families of Chicago.” 

“At your service.” Jungkook says with a cheeky grin stretching across his face, kissing the top of my hand once more. 

The way he looks up at me makes butterflies trapped in my body flutter and flounce about. But I cannot swoon or succumb to a young man so openly. Jonathan is counting on me. 

“I’m delighted to meet Jonathan’s friends from his schooling.” I say in the same charming manner Mrs. Suh has produced all week. 

“Forgive me for this is a bold question, future Mrs. Suh, but, will you be getting a gown made?” Namjoon asks me as he sips his scotch on the rocks.

“I think tomorrow I am going for a fitting, yes.” I nod my head, smiling just the right amount. 

“Then it should be crafted by the finest in the Windy City, Kim’s Couture on the corner of Washington and LaSalle Street. Have you heard of the establishment before?” Namjoon queries.

“Indeed! I have!” I exclaim happily, my eyes wide as his stay half-lidded as though he is sleepy, though he smiles earnestly. 

“Then I must insist you have a treasured wedding gown made by my seamstresses.” He hands me a white business card with only his name upon it. I stare at it until he taps it twice. “They will take excellent care of you, I promise.” 

“Oh-ho!” A soft, almost melliferous voice rings out behind me. No... “This must be the infamous bride-to-be!” I know this voice! Fear rattles through me, making me tremble as I look over the shoulder Jonathan is not draped over to look at the mysterious voice. Time is slow as molasses as I face the man from my dream, clad all in a green waistcoat, vest, and top hat, wolfishly grinning at me. 

“Ah, this is my eldest brother,” Namjoon muses as the electric lights flash, indicating the performance will begin soon, “Seokjin Kim.” 

Kim Seokjin...

I feel like I know everything about this man yet nothing at all. He is the type of man who is a brilliant summer on the outside and stormy winter on the inside. The smile on his lips - that is the color of the inside of a cherry tart - is warm, yet cold all in the same breath. He appears to be a powerful man of high class, wrapped in an enigma of grace and power. But there is a scent of something malicious in the air as he closes the gap between us and gets down on his knee to kiss upon my hand. 

I’m not sure what made me do it, but something comes over me, the flight or fight instinct animals possess lurches out of me in this moment.  

“Why is a raven like a writing desk?” I ask, pulling my arm away from him.

Seokjin’s bright amber eyes slowly travel up my ball gown, disbelief and confusion colors his good looking features. 

Mouths open in shock and my heart drops, but I feign a lie, turning out of Jonathan grasp, and quickly say, “Forgive me, for I feel faint.” I run to the bathroom in the hall as everyone piles into the main room of the Sunset Cafe, heart pounding in my chest and cheeks on fire. 

I’m so sorry Jonathan, I did not mean to make a fool out of you. There is just something about the way Seokjin’s gaze is so feral that chills me to the bone. 

A hand rests upon Jungkook’s shoulder while he continues to longingly gaze at the door as if he was willing me to come back with his mind. “Don’t worry, Jeon.” Seokjin purrs in his ear, amber gleam set upon the door. “She is the one who chases you every night, not the other way around.” 

“I know, hyung.” Jungkook whispers as the brass begins to trumpet through the building. “When do we make our move?” 

“Soon.” Seokjin chuckles darkly, guiding the younger of the boys to follow behind him. “Very soon we will have our glorious tea party.” 

-

The subject of marriage has always been an odd one to me, I think to myself as maids and fashion consultants from the Kim’s dress boutique flutter and coo around me.  

My parents married but it was never for love. I knew that, my siblings and myself knew that, yet they both loved us all the same. My mother and father married as more of a “good match on paper” sort of situation, than they were truly, madly in love. Still, they never fought, my father never hit my mother, never drank himself silly, never talked to another woman. My mother upheld the same standard and raised us all with love in her hardworking heart. I knew she was aware that I haven’t spoken to Jonathan since we were young children and that I would soon be in the same boat if I accepted his offer. 

“A lifetime of money doesn’t equal happiness.” She told me. “You should marry for love, not for any green or gold.” 

I agree. I know this full well. I’m not one to be stingy or greedy by any means. I don’t want to be an actress in a picture show or model for a beautiful Channel garment. And though I do want love in my life, I want a secure future. I am the middle child of middle-class farmers. The best match I could have made besides this one was with a cattle farmer or a man who works in the stockyards on the south side of Chicago. 

It’s selfish for me to do this not only for myself but to my mother as well. 

But, I am here and like my family, I will be fiercely loyal to the man I will call my husband. If not, call me a bold-faced liar and take me and my words to the grave. 

Jonathan Suh is not a bad man for who he prefers in the sheets. I know that and have never felt such a way to treat someone less of me if they do prefer the company of one sex over another. I will not break the promise I’ve made to him, but I cannot help but feel like a songbird trapped in a tight, metal cage for the decision I’ve made to help him. 

-

Due to the poor weather Chicago has currently come down with, the wedding has been postponed until further notice. 

When I wired my family to tell them the news, my mother answered. I was a bit more than surprised that she almost sounded relieved when I told her the news. I promised I would wire soon and my younger sisters begged me to take them to the city to go shopping at Marshall Fields. My father sounded passive at first when the telephone wire was transferred to him by my youngest brother after he told me the family cat, Cheshire, had gone missing. 

Truth be told, I am also more than happy to exhale a breath and not worry about someone questioning me about my upbringing. Or having Mrs. Suh and the don of high-class ladies and waist-coated men galloping around every breath I take. 

I can finally relax, I think as I pull out a book in the study as Jonathan reads the Chicago Tribune on the couch across the way from me. We get along well, I realize. Silence suits us both. No tricks, not faking our way through hordes of important people. We have to conserve and save our energy for when we face the people mercilessly wanting to know everything and anything about us, good ole’ Jonathan and I... 

No, not Jonathan anymore… I am to be his wife, and he...my…

I peer at him from over my book on flowers, losing interest in the pages. 

Can I really pretend we are to be an item forever? Will one of us crack or slip up? It seems like we are stuck in a circle now, both of us floating in a pool of choices we will surely drown in.

Tap. Tap. Tap. 

Someone knocks at the door, plucking me from my fever of thoughts. I fully peer over the pages in my hands, pretending like I was in fact engrossed in the origin story of an author I enjoyed as a girl. 

“Enter.” Jonathan says without skipping a beat, not looking up from his black and white ink. His eyes scan the pages, following the drumming beat of the grandfather clock next to the roaring fireplace. But, now that I study him closer, I’m unsure if he was actually reading or just musing to himself like I was moments ago.  

“The post, sir.” Butler James reports as he opens the door, my handmaiden Emily gliding up to us with a silver plate in her hands. 

“Thank you, Emily.” Jonathan gives her a half-smile as he takes the single envelope off the tray, slicing it open with trepidation.  

I look at the blood-red colored wax seal as he flips the paper, revealing a knight chess piece glaring upside down at me. 

Jonathan scans the letter passively at first, his orbs lazily scanning the pages, then suddenly his eyes ignite with rage behind them. “No.” He says softly, red flushing to his handsome face. He rips the paper up into shreds then, aggression and hatred oozing from every pore for some unknown reason. He gets up as he throws the scraps in the fire with vigor as butler James, Emily, and I all stare at him like he’s grown a second head. “Don’t you dare go.” He warns me, irises blaring with unmeasurable loathing. “Those people are dangerous.” Jonathan practically snarls as he exits the room in a fit of rage, stomping down the hall as we look on stunned and slack-jawed at what had just happened. 

From what I can tell, Jonathan isn’t one to get upset easily or lash out so that letter must have set him off. But what could it have been?

It really has sparked my curiosity, that’s for certain. 

Where wasn’t I supposed to go and who was so dangerous?

-

I got the answer the next day as I read a book about traveling the jungles of South America. 

“Miss!” My handmaiden whispers like a hiss as she enters the study. “Miss!” 

“Yes, Emily?” I smile, putting my book down as she flutters to my side in a nervous frenzy. “What is the matter?” 

“I snagged this from the post, miss.” She hands you the letter you saw the previous day with Jonathan, the one that he got enraged over.  “Please open it quickly, miss, before the butler spots it! They want us to destroy anything with this seal on it!”

I do as I am told, opening up the letter addressed to both Jonathan and myself with the odd wax seal to find an invitation inside.

You Are Cordially Invited To Participate In:

THE WONDERLAND BALL 

A Masquerade Party To Determine The Next “Alice”

For Directions Follow Us Down The Rabbit Hole 

Knock Thrice For The Door Mouse To Let You Inside

Cheers, 

                                      The ‘Mad Hatter’ & Company

“How curious...” I muse as my eyes trail over the letter over and over, wondering what has Jonathan all in a panicked rage. “Well, I don’t even know where “The Rabbit Hole” is so I shan’t be going.” 

“Tis’ a speakeasy, Miss.” Emily says her eyes wide as she reads the paper with you. “They say it’s the most fun one in all of downtown!” She giggles. “Shall I fetch you a gown for the ball?” 

“No.” I shake my head with a small smile, hanging her back the letter. “If Jonathan said he doesn’t want me to go, I won’t.” I pick up my book as she slightly deflates, wanting to paint me up for the festivities I was invited to. “Please burn this now, Emily, so you don’t get in trouble.”

“Right away, Miss.” Emily bows a little before she heads out of the room, leaving me to daydream in the middle of the study in peace. 

-

“How long must we wait?” Jungkook pesters Seokjin tirelessly who looks down from his wooden pedestal in the back room of the very peculiar club. “I am afraid a letter and her dreams are not going to cut it.” Jungkook snorts, frustration flashing in his red eyes. 

“Mm, yes…” Seokjin rubs his chin with his white gloved hand, “Johnny boy has been hiding our little Alice away from our prying eyes, hasn’t he?”

“Yes!” Jungkook stomps his foot like that of a child, fists balled into tight fists at his sides. “And I was promised a maiden for all the hard work I’ve done for you!” 

Seokjin laughs darkly then, the sound echoing off the walls of his private chambers. “Jungkook, I’m not sure if you understand that poisoning people and taking out a few smaller families in our beloved city is considered hard work.” He stops then, Seokjin’s usually light voice dripping with malice when he says, “But, I suppose this is one way to end the Suhs and get the last jewel on the crown you are desiring in your attempts to rule the city.” 

“Is everything in place for the ball?” Jungkook grits his teeth as he stares up into the man who could end him in one go, but is choosing to help the young gangster. “Your magic won’t fail us now?”

Seokjin winks at him, spending him a flying kiss as he says, “It's going to be dreadfully delightful.” Ending the Suhs, managing to take out some more people in big crime families in Chicago, and adding one more perfect woman to his growing collection of pawns. 

Sure, he was mad and about to destroy several lives in the process, but hell if he wasn’t half brilliant and good looking while doing so. 

-

“Mr. Jeon!” I gasp as I peer at the man at my penthouse doorstep, covered in white flakes of heavy, wet snow sticking to his black trench coat and bowler hat. Everyone, even most of the maids were out this afternoon which is why I find myself in front of the door to the penthouse. 

“Good evening, Y/L/N.” Jeon Jungkook smiles as he looks down at me earnestly. “Is your future husband not at home?” He whispers as he looks around the empty foyer, red-rimmed eyes glancing over the dim electric lights in the hallway. 

I flush. My mind was hazy remembering my kiss with him and the other man that is never far away, Kim Seokjin, from the depths of my dreams. My dreams need to leave me be or I may turn into a codfish with the way they keep my head spinning. They haunt me so, the way my brain demands my nightmares to be replayed over and over like this. 

“I’m afraid not, he said he’d be out for the night, taking care of something important at the office.” I say with a fake sigh, shaking my head. Truthfully, he’s been acting very strange lately and I can't quite put my finger on the reason for his odd behavior. Ever since he got that letter… Come to think of it, I haven’t seen any post since that strange night. I’ll ask Emily about it in the morning. 

“I see.” Jungkook says softly. The grandfather clock chimes from the sitting room and I am suddenly aware of what time it is. I’m severely underdressed in my baby blue lounge attire, completely ill-prepared for meeting company. Books about faraway lands with princes and kings were the only thing occupying my time this evening and I’m embarrassed to even think that. “In that case, your outfit will just have to do, I suppose…”

Jungkook suddenly steps closer to me in one long stride, closing the gap between me and him. My heart skips a beat, his pupils dilate, my words run dry as he snakes one arm around my back, the other holding my chin with his thumb and forefinger. 

“Mr. Jeon-” I stammer, unable to call for help, now that this man has me in his grasp. 

“I have been willing you to come and follow me, to give into your darkest desires, but still you resist me.” The young man hisses down at me, brows knit with confusion. “You are the only thing anyone talks about and I cannot stand it any longer.” My mouth hangs open. His nostrils flare as he makes his move. “You will be mine. Not locked away in this tower while Johnny is out and about with another man. You will be our new Alice.”

Before I can say anything, he pours a vile from his pocket into my mouth, holding it above my arms so I can’t smack it away. It tastes like roast turkey and strong alcohol and I try to claw and get away but I cannot as Jungkook holds my mouth open; my tongue feels numb and my arms feel like jelly, going limp in Jungkook’s arms. The only thing I can remember before completely blacking out is the little tag on the side of the bottle that says “DRINK ME”, tied with a pink ribbon hanging from the tiny glass and the smell of his cologne which reminds me of musk with a dash of black pepper. 

-

Faint sounds of brass and strings pull me from my unconscious state in a flurry. 

My brain is working hard, producing series and strings of thoughts. Why did Mr. Jeon Jungkook do that to me? Does Jonathan know where I am? In the same breath, where am I? What was that drink? Have I been poisoned? I look at myself on the red heart-patterned bedsheets. I look fine. There is no sign or feelings that I’ve been harmed, no bruises, and most importantly of all, there is no blood. There is no indicator at all that I’ve been harmed at all, which makes me sigh in relief. 

But still, where have I been taken? This surely is not a room in the Suh residence. 

A room with no windows, a giant bed in the middle of the room, large wooden pedestals with various wax candles lit drip down the sides surround me, red velvet curtains drape the walls making the warm room seem even more dim, and a wooden swing all decorate the space I find myself trapped in. 

I can feel the color drain from my face when I realize that I’ve been here before. In fact, I’ve been here many, many times - almost every night. Not in the flesh but in my dreams. The only thing that is missing are the two men I see every night…

All the little hairs on my body stand at alert, worry coloring my thoughts, and I feign a small gasp in the large room. 

With a lump in my throat and my heart thumping so hard I fear it might try to escape my chest, I run from the room. 

My blue nightgown flutters behind me, time seems to slow as my bare feet carry me through the rooms from my dreams - though it’s backwards this time. I dash like a mad person, twirling and twisting my way through the room with mirrors on every side, seeing myself panting like a dog running so hard in the reflective glass. Though, I am happy to see I have no scratches upon my face either. I run through the room with clocks hanging all over the walls chiming and ticking at different times, springing through the belly of a giant, tall grandfather clock. I trip over the hems of my dress in the room with a long table in the middle which appears to stretch on for miles in this long room. There are various tea sets, cups, and pots along with tea cakes and sweet treats placed in a perfectly chaotic mess on the table as the eyes of various animal heads stare at me from their places hanging on the walls. 

As I shimmy through the small door leading to the room with the walls full of water and sea creatures from the ocean, I pause my panting and sputtering as I spot Mr. Jung Jaehyun with his back pressed up against the glass. He is moaning, panting himself, a masquerade mask dangling in his hand, legs wrapped around the waist of a tall man in a vest who is rolling his hips sensually into his. My eyes widen as I figure out what the two of them are doing quickly and avert my attention. My thighs rub together, a strange fire grows in my lower abdomen, and I know I shouldn’t be looking but there is nothing but pure bliss on Mr. Jung’s face.

I can’t stop, I remind myself as my feet continue to carry me through the rooms I know so well. 

Slinking away across a far wall full of lobsters without being caught, I hear Mr. Jung Jaehyun mewl one singular name, “Johnny!” I want to turn around, catch my “future” husband's side profile as he makes love to another man, confirm it’s him, but my mind flashes back to meeting Jaehyun for the first (and only) time and how they touched each other so fondly. Jungkook’s words ring in my words as I hear laughing coming from beyond the rooms filled with tanks and gilled beasts. 

Keep going. I can make it out of this place from my nightmares. 

The next room is filled with more people, though it’s hazy at best in here. There are giant hookah pipes in the middle of floor cushions, people with and without masks on touching each other so unabashedly, some naked, half-nude, or still in their ball gowns all laying over each other in a pleasure-filled party I was slightly jealous I haven’t been invited to. 

“Ms. Y/L/N?” A deep yet clear baritone purrs over the sounds of jazz music and groans of love-making. I  turn my head to his voice, feet skidding to a halt as I look at Mr. Kim Namjoon in his half-naked glory, navy blue silk robe hanging off his shoulders exposing a lovely chest, half-lidded eyes tracing my form like I am a piece of delicate meat he wishes to indulge in. “What are you doing without your mask?” He snaps his fingers, chuckling lightly as he takes another drag of his long silver pipe. “Twins, get her a mask!”

“Where am I?” I query as I feel the presence of two figures slowly approaching me out of the dim haze. “Who are you people?” It feels wrong to be here, to witness this. It doesn’t feel right. I feel out of place and my body is begging me to run and my legs tremble like a fawn. 

His brows furrow as he takes the tube out of his mouth, blowing smoke rings in my face. “Who are you to question me, Y/N?” He snickers as the “twins” catch my arms, placing a mask over my face as I struggle. “You are but another “Alice” to me. Take her to the ball, you two. The rabbit and the hatter are dying to see her, I’m sure.” They tie the mask around me successfully, leading me out of this room into the next one which I know is the one where the floor is a giant chess board. 

“Please,” I plead with the good looking twins who march on like the loyal soldiers to this strange cause, “what is all this?” The music and the chatter and maniacal laughing is growing louder as we prance down the hallway with portraits of people who are dressed in all white and all red. “I just want to know…”

“Suppose we ought to tell her?” The taller of the two says after a moment of silence between the three of us. 

“Suppose we ought not to.” The shorter one shakes his head as he carries on in the quest to take me somewhere. “Boss will be mad.”

“You are to be the belle of the ball.” The taller one says with a viscous boxy grin.

“The new “Alice”.” The short one with fluffy lips nods this time.

“Everyone keeps saying that, but I don’t know what it means?” I say as I hold my breath, about to waltz into the strange chess-board-like room. 

“The most beautiful, wonderful, talented, special, magical-” The taller twin rambles on.

“The most perfect woman at The Wonderland Ball is called “Alice” until the next one.” The shorter one states softly as he inhales a giant breath. They both let me go, pushing me forward as the drapery of the simple heart-patterned curtain gives way and I am standing at the top of a grand staircase while hundreds of people from below all gasp and stare up at me. 

As soon as I regain my footing a spotlight hits me and causes me to shield me eyes away from the bright light bearing down upon me. The upbeat music falls silent and I am acutely aware that I am standing here in my loungewear and not properly dressed to be at the forefront of attention this evening.

“And now the moment you’ve all been waiting for!” The voice that makes my hair stand up on end purrs as his lush lips soothe the microphone on the little stage they’ve set up for the jazz band to play on. Kim Seokjin, my eyes lock with his which dance with mischief, his smile greedy,  dressed to the nines in a rich green suit. “The crowning of the belle of the ball, the apple of all our eyes, the one that shines brighter than anyone in the picture shows, Ms. Y/N Y/L/N!” 

A roar of cheering, clapping, and brass music erupts as a white haired-man with a stretched, gummy smile that doesn’t fade takes my hand and leads me down the black and white staircase. The noises seemingly die in my ears as the man on my arm says nothing, grins like a cat about to catch a mouse in its claws. Time slows, people moving and waving at me become a blur as I see who is waiting at the bottom of the staircase. 

Mr. Jeon Jungkook. 

The man on my arm notices how tense I am and he ever so slightly turns his head and says to me in a deep voice, “They are not going to harm you. Jungkook is infatuated with you.” My cheeks heat up. “Seokjin is helping him accomplish his dreams because he signed his life away to the servitude of others for as long as he shall live.”

“Signed his life away?” I breathe, eyes never leaving Jungkook in a white waistcoat.

“You can’t get something for free in this world.” The cat-like man growls as we are almost there. “You’ve heard of an eye for an eye, correct?” I node slightly. “A soul of servitude so he can produce strange magic, according to him and the Red Witch of Underland.” 

My heart nearly stops realizing what has happened. “The devil?”

“Bingo, babe.” The cat-man chuckles a deep rasp, sliding his arm away from mine. “Have fun.”

“Now you kids have fun chasing rabbits!” Seokjin’s voice crackles through the microphone. “Everyone, enjoy the last few hours of the wonderland ball!” More hooting and hollering echoes in the building as I am exchanged into Jungkook’s strong arms.

“I thought you’d never make it.” He smiles from under his white mask at me. He takes my hand and leads me to be embraced on the dance floor. Seokjin smirks at us as he begins to sing a popular pop song everyone swoons at. 

“Would you like to tell me what this is all about?” I query with a sneer on my lips. “Why am I here? Why have you poisoned me?”

“I have not nor would I ever harm you.” Jungkook grips my waist tighter. “I merely gave you a strong sedative so that I could bring you to our wonderful palace.” 

“Why?” I question as he twirls me around his outstretched arm.

“Because from the moment I bumped into you, you have been the only thing consuming my mind.” He earnestly tells me, sorrow coating his eyes. “I’m not sure what trap Johnny has ensnared or tricked you in but I very much hate seeing him lock you away from the world.”

“You’re wrong.” I state angrily, glaring at him.

“He doesn’t care about you. He likes to frolic about with diplomats’ sons, not farmers’ daughters.” Jungkook smiles at me. 

“That’s not true…” I mumble, my eyes looking away from his red-rimmed ones boring down upon me. “I-I am marrying Jonathan for my own personal reasons.”

“Oh, ho?” Jungkook softly chuckles, leaning over, turning my gaze back to him as he gently caresses my cheek. “Do you really believe that, darling?”

“I do...I do! I-I came here willingly.” I tremble, my facade I’ve been trying to convince myself of  this whole time crackling under the pressure of his words. “I l-love…” My words linger as I look beyond Jungkook, looking up to see, “...Jonathan…” walking toward myself in the middle of the dance floor. 

“Jeon!” Jonathan says, Mr. Jung Jaehyun trailing behind him, eyes wide and scared when they find mine. The male in the waistcoat holding me turns his head to the noise, the brass music climaxing, the gasps of people Jonathan is stepping between couples dancing in the soft electric light from above - I feel like my heart is going to burst. My future husband pulls his arm back, fists clenched, ready to hurt Jungkook, and with an exhale I close my eyes fearing the worst was about to ensue. 

The electric lights in the strange ballroom give out in the same second. 

People scream all around me, a loud thud is heard and I feel like something unexpected is about to occur, the atmosphere heavy and full of invisible pressure. 

“Release the jabberwocky!” A voice echoes as chaos ensues. 

“Come with me.” A voice purrs, ripping me away from Jungkook’s arms. I feel almost empty as shouting and yelling break out in the middle of the dance floor. “I will protect you, Y/N, my crown jewel.”  My stomach pits hearing him say my name, tickling my ear like the serpent that led Eve to eat the apple of her demise. 

Kim Seokjin.

With a snap of his fingers, we are back in the room I started out this evening in and where my dreams always have me end at. I land on the bed in a huff and he ends up sitting upon the swing, looking at me with a triumphant smirk on his luscious lips. There is a certain air about him now that doesn’t seem so threatening, so serious now for some reason. Perhaps it’s him sitting upon the swing like that of a child? I haven’t the slightest clue. 

“Where am I?” I demand, glowering at Seokjin from across the way.

“Curiosity often leads to trouble, my dearest Y/N.”  Seokjin chuckles darkly, eyes roaming my body, a knowing look on his features. “I think before your marriage you are looking for a little trouble, if you catch my drift.” 

Trouble…

My mind completely spirals remembering the scenes of people entangled with one another, their mouths working in tandem with each other, their slippery pink tongues entwined in a passionate battle for dominance. Mr. Jung Jaehyun’s face twisted in pleasure, moaning and mewling as his lover - my future husband - was thrusting vigorously. 

A lightbulb finally goes off in my head. 

“You want me to give into you both then my dreams will end?” My voice shakes as I query to Seokjin who continues to lightly push back and forth on the swing. “Then you will let me leave?” 

His eyes flicker with a hungry vigor to them, gleaming in the dim candlelight. “Precisely.” His soft voice cuts the atmosphere like a sharp blade, leaving me with a chill radiating down my spine. “Let’s have some fun, “Alice”.” 

“As long as you promise I am to be set free from all of...this.” I gesture around the room as he makes a come hither motion with his fingers at me.  

“You have my word.” 

Somehow, I don’t believe him, but I am desperate for any way out of this wretched place I can find. 

So, I will use the body I was blessed with to the fullest extent.  

I am a loyal woman. I step toward the man on the swing, my hands coming up to the ties around my chest and my waist. His eyes spark with a ravenous hunger in the depths of his orbs. I know that I am not doing a decent thing. Seokjin snaps his fingers again, all his clothes disappearing but his green top hat, vanishing before my very eyes. I know I am more than what I am succumbing to right now. But my stomach does feel hot and my thighs rubbing together is making me feel faint for some reason. My garments fall to the floor in a soft patting sound and I lose my breath in the same moment.

Don’t tell me I actually want this…?

I stand in front of him on the swing and I can’t help but bite my lip as my eyes roam his pale figure, tracing down his collarbones to his sculpted abdominal muscles he has been hiding. Did he sell his soul to the devil to become handsome too I wonder?   

“So beautiful.” He revels looking at me unabashed, a wolfish grin spreading across his pretty face. Part of me wants him to touch me, to caress the underside of my breast, to trace the outline of my hips with his fingertips, but he doesn not. 

I have to remind myself this isn’t for me. This is for the man that has been tormenting me. 

“Get me ready for you.” Seokjin commands, smirk still spread across his face. I comply, dropping to my knees to be faced with a large member swinging forth from the middle of his legs on the swing. “And you will address me as “Sir”, understand?”

“Yes, sir.” I respond, biting my lip as I look from his eyes to his member once more.

“Suck.” He chuckles lightly, pointing to his middle and I can’t help but follow this simple instruction. 

I don’t tease him, though I’m not really sure I know what I am doing in the first place. I swirl the flat of my tongue over his mushroom-tipped head several times. He moans in response, his hands coming off the swing’s ropes to hold my hair from my face as I swallow him further down my wet cavity. My middle aches and pulses, empty, missing something as I steady myself against Seokjin’s thighs.

“Good little girl.” Seokjin hums, his sound voice making me feel appreciated. The sound vibrating through to my own middle, making me groan around him.

I bob my head up and down his long length, enjoying the way he hums and gasps in response to my efforts. It’s a little hard to breathe I think as I continue my pace, nose hitting Seokjin’s pubic bone, smelling the most intimate part of him.

My dominant hand grabs his member at the base, working him in tandem with my mouth. Up and down his thick member I go, reveling in every twitch and rumble that flies out of his throat. The swing starts to sway with my rhythmic movements, bobbing him back and forth with vigor, tears climb to my eyes.  The tip of him hits the back of my mouth, making me gag and choke on his wonderful cock. The heat was pooling in the middle of my stomach and I fear I am going to lose my mind. I pick up the motions of my mouth and hand, tears skating down my pinkened cheeks, his grip tightening around the base of my skull, digging into my scalp.

It burns… But, I also enjoy it. This feeling...so wet and tight and I feel so evil and sinful but the pleasure is driving me mad.       

“Baby girl.” There’s warning in his tone as I pop off his cock in an instant, looking up to him with big worried eyes. His head was leaned back, not focused on looking directly at myself, but the feeling of my lips and fingertips. “Up.” He commands once more, head twisting back to a comfortable position to stare at me.

I scramble to my feet, missing the feeling of him in my mouth already, not to mention aching for him in the middle of my legs. I rub my thighs together for some easy friction, knowing that it won’t help me much at this point.

Seokjin moves his hand to stroke against his giant member in his palm and I lock my orbs in place on the slit of his cock where a clear liquid was oozing out. My mind is truly hazy at best, as I just stand there and watch him stroke himself up and down in a lazy fashion. I bite my lip once more. 

I do want this. I am almost ashamed to admit that I want this man. 

“Are you going to be good and let me use you?” Seokjin’s dirty words make my middle pool and contort with more of a raging fire. 

“Y-Yes, sir.” I say again, cheeks hot and damp from sucking his cock moments ago. 

His nostrils flare, his cock twitches in his grasp as he motions to sit upon his middle. “I bet you’re so wet for me.” He chuckles, smile darkening with his words.                          

Seokjin eases me down on his thick member, my hole so wet, so slick, allowing him to stretch my clenching walls in an easy motion. I gasp, eyes popping out of my head. My nails dig into his shoulder blades, back arching with his giant, twitching dick tight inside of me. I wrap my legs around his lean waist, his pale skin flexing in the candlelight with his movements as he stills, letting my hips sink down into the base of his cock.

“Baby girl.” Seokjin purrs, breath tickling my ear as he throbs inside of me. “I need you.” He growls, littering the crook of my neck with sloppy kisses. He positions us just so on the swing, readying us to begin when he deems necessary.

“P-Please use me, s-sir-r!” I mumble in the base of his neck, feeling high on this pleasure-filled pain. 

“I live to serve.” 

I gasp as he starts moving his hips inside of my center, bucking up into my body with a fevered pace instantly. The swing moves back and forth and I feel like the motion is going to make me feel his body sliding in and out of me too well. I cling to him for dear life, my grip surely bruising him or harming him in some way as he slides in and out of my slicked out center at a brutal rhythm.

Tears find my eyes again as he nips at my neck, marking me up with tender love bites. I’m a howling, moaning mess, losing my sanity. I am finally full of Seokjin’s girth, filling me up beyond desire.

Seokjin kisses my lips then in his, melting our mouths together in a hurry. He holds my face in his palms, grunting and groaning for me, and only me. His tongue enters my mouth in search of something unknown, moaning into my lips laced together with his hot mouth connected with my pink tongue. He rolls his saliva coated tongue into mine in haste, need seeping into my senses, consuming my thoughts as he thrusts up in me, using the swing as a propellant to ease us forward and backward.

“Feels...so-o..good~!” I moan in between our passionate kisses. 

Seokjin just growls like a feral animal in response. The tip of his cock kisses my cervix continuously, brushing past a spot inside of me that instantly makes me quake. He rockets himself against me, rutting his body against my core in sync with his hips slamming into mine. Seokjin expels filth from his mouth about filling me to the brim with his seed, seeing my stomach swollen and full of his children, his warm breath hitting my ear making me shudder in response.

I can’t focus, my climax getting ready to pop at any moment. Wet noises fill the dark room, as Seokjin’s rough speed of his length in and out of my molten, wet center continues. My erect nipples swirl on his pale chest, circling quickly as he bounces me up and down his giant cock, swinging through the air like some sexual trapeze artist.

“Are you going to be good to me?” He asks me, smirk present in his tone, pace almost blinding now as he pushes in and out of me with a need so heavy and strong I can practically smell it rising from his skin. “Are you going to let me fill you up, my little doll?” Seokjin snarls into my skin.

“Pleaseeeee!” I practically scream, eyes flying open as he hits my center at just the right spot that makes me see white. 

“Ah-ah!” He tsks. “What do we say?”

“Please, sir!” I mewl and gasp, thighs quaking in his hold, my juices squelching out of me as he continues to thrust into my sensitive molten core. “Seokjin!” I cry while he growls into the scorching skin of my neck inhaling sharply as he slams his hips into my shivering body. “Sir!”

Seokjin grunts, cock spurting his seed into me with a need so raw, so feral he finds his footing hard to maintain on the swing, stilling us from moving about, holding my hips tightly down upon him. He sucks harshly on my skin as he too shudders and grunts, biting down on the crook of my neck, stretching my clenching walls around his member as he fills me with his hot white seed.

My cries of pleasure fill the small room, my pleasure-filled haze coming to a close as Seokjin shifts us - still joined together - to the bed in the middle of the room. I hold onto Seokjin as he keeps his seed inside of me, feeling like I just had the ride of my life on top of him. My climax dies down, my first high fading away, fog around my brain being lifted temporarily as my nails rake over shoulders I’ve definitely marked up. 

A cool, damp towel appears with a wave of his arms, stroking my middle with it delicately cleaning up the mess I’ve made. “How does it feel to be connected with the devil?” Seokjin sneers as he pulls out of me, making my center ache and twitch for him. 

My eyes grow wide and my lips part but before I can say anything Jungkook bursts in the room.

“Am I late?” Jungkook pants as he looks awestruck by me on the bed. 

“For a very important date.” I gaze back to Seokjin who is now fully dressed, smirking that soft, playful smile like he usually does at Mr. Jeon. “Don’t worry, I was just getting her ready for you, Jungkookie.” 

Jungkook eyes him with narrowed orbs, but buys the lie Seokjin is selling and proceeds to strip himself of his white waistcoat. “What is on the menu tonight?” His red-rimmed irises bore into mine and I feel self-conscious suddenly. He circles the bed in the manner like that of a wolf would as he finishes stripping himself of any dressy garments, though his slacks remain on. 

 “The one you most desire out of everything in this world.” Seokjin purrs, stepping up to take his seat on his pedestal high above us. 

Is he going to watch us?

“Fuck,” Jungkook growls, dropping to his knees in front of the bed suddenly. He pulls me closer to him by my ankles, throwing my thighs apart so my center is exposed to him in the rawest form. He stares at my glistening middle as I try to close my legs with a little, pathetic whimper.

“Don’t.” The rabbit-like man moans wantonly, holding onto my ankles loosely. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful, you know that, right?” His hands glide up my thighs achingly slow, holding me in pace for his eyes to ravage as they please.

The fire in my lower stomach has returned, hungry and ready to go for more.

His warm fingertips make it to my inner thighs, kneading the flesh there tenderly, so close to my throbbing core that I almost beg him with a cry to dip down into me, but I refrain, hanging on to every trace or brush of his hands against my scorching flesh.

“What do you want, my darling?” He groans into my inner thigh, lips ghosting my sensitive flesh there, inching closer to my heated skin with his upper body.

“Please.” I finally ask, begging, almost choking out the word, forgetting Seokjin watching us from above.

His dominant hand finally finds my nether lips, tracing them up and down with his two longest fingers but not exactly touching me where I am aching quite yet. “Please what?” He teases, stroking me up and down slowly, holding his feral gaze in mine, amber eyes seemingly on fire.

“Please, Jungko-“

He slaps my middle with little force or malice behind it, but I jolt, mewling aloud, wanting him to secretly do it again.

Jungkook goes back to tracing my lips in the middle of my body, smug smirk seated on his devilishly handsome face. “You are so wet, darling.” He slaps me again, though this time I want it more than I’d actually care to admit.

“Jung-” I choke on my words.

He slaps me again, this time with slightly more force behind his fingertips. I hiss out a breath, staring at him with my mouth slightly ajar, brows turned up, looking down at him with half-lidded eyes already.

“I have to have a taste.” He kisses my inner thigh as he slowly traces his thumb over my slicked out folds.

I let out a wanton cry as he hums into my thighs, growling low and deep. I swear there’s a smile in his voice as he works with his mouth and fingertip in tandem. “Mine.” He breathes, sucking on the sensitive flesh of my innermost thigh, marking me with a throaty growl.

“J-Jungkook..!”

I am a mess. I let loose a series of pants, breathless moans as he works my coil in the pit of my stomach tighter with every brush or groan he grants my hot body. I am melting under Jungkook’s touch, my body feeling sticky, arousal dripping from my middle while he circles my delicate clit.

His thumb was increasing his pace of gliding over my bundle of nerves, still slow, still making my breathing become erratic, but the desire for Jungkook to do more was driving me insane. I’ve had a taste of sex and look at me wanting more. I didn’t know if I could be in the position to ask for more. But I wanted him to place those perfect, beautiful sinful lips on my molten core. Jungkook’s breath fans over my middle as he continues to stroke me down there.

I miss the twitch confined to the middle of his pants from the man watching us from above with eager need. 

As if sensing my need, his tongue swipes a slow stripe through my folds, the cool of his muscle against my exposed center making me black out for a moment, the sensation far too much for me to bear with right now. His snort of laughter brings me back to reality as he swirls his pink tongue at my empty entrance.

Jungkook laps at my folds as if he is a starved man, hungry, desperate for his next meal. I keen, gripping onto the base of his golden torso as laps at me. I’d think grounding myself on top of Jungkook’s head would make me saner, gripping his strands of hair as he goes to town in my middle. But really, it makes me feel completely mad, like I’ve gone insane.

The feral, untamed animal-like noises that escape his throat drive me absolutely wild, my skin on fire with need and want. My nails cling to his scalp, dragging him closer to my middle as he ravages my core. He maneuvers his two longest fingers through the glossy slick, lubing his digits to breach my entrance.

“Jungkook!” I gasp, choking on my words as he makes a come hither motion with his fingers, splitting my velvet walls to open for him.

Jungkook swirls his tongue over my little pearl of sensitive nerves, lapping and sucking my flesh like he's never eaten a thing in his life. He continues his very audible growling and moaning, husk in his voice incredibly thick.

“Let go, baby.” He coos into my middle as I jolt and shake, his digits brushing past the most delicious spot deep inside of my clenching walls. “Give me your release.”

His words finally tip me over the edge.

I tighten my hold on him, gritting my teeth in the process. My head falls backward on the sheets, eyes screwed closed as Jungkook slurps every inch of my middle clean, not leaving anything to go to waste.

“Kookie,” I sputter out, the feeling of his tongue and fingers becoming too much for me. “I-I’m c-c-cumming-!”

As I say the last of my words, the world comes undone around me for the second time today, my tight coil finally popping. Blinding white stars coat my vision for a second, my body shivering and shaking as I drip out onto the flat of Jungkook’s tongue.

He laps up my sensitive hole up with more snarls, more feral noises escaping his body. Tears flow down my face as I unhinge my nails from his silky blonde strands, trying to push him away from my overly sensitive flesh with pathetic mewls of protest escaping my throat.

More. My brian prompts me to continue to sate my undying lust burning inside of me. I need more.

“Jungkook,” I beg while his tongue still explores my throbbing hole, giving my sensitive skin rapt attention. “Jungkookie. Please. I c-can’t.” I tug at his blinde hair gently, trying to get him to stop teasing me with his tongue.

He doesn't stop and I can only think of one thing to ask before I lose my damn mind with him between my thighs.

“Jungkook.” I shudder, high building up once more. “Please fuck me.”

Everything in the room stills, the only sound heard was our heavy breathing. 

He looks up from my sensitive core, brows knit together as he looks into my eyes with such a passionate gaze of uncertainty. My juices were coating the bottom half of his face, his blonde hair is in a state of disarray, as he proceeds to slowly rise to his feet, looking over me on the bed.

“What?” He questions incredulously down at my fucked out form. Jungkook looks at me as if I am the most fragile thing in the world, as if I would burst into flames at any moment. “My darling, my love, there’s no going back if we-“

“I know.” I smirk up to the gorgeous gangster in all of the Windy City. “I want this too.”

His nostrils flare, his eyes widen, and his gaze softens. Jungkook looks down at me with something akin to lust, which makes my heart rate increase...

“Up.” He commands, raw husk pouring out of his tone as he starts to undo his pants, the zipper noise almost jarring in the quiet of the night.

I do as I’m told. I’ve fallen far down the rabbit hole now, I think as I shift on the bed. Standing was a little difficult as he’s just given me one of the best feelings I’ve ever had. I keep my eyes glued to Jungkook. His hands travel sensually down his tiny waist to his slacks he unbuttons. I am gasping, unable to take my eyes off the very beautiful sight of his thick cock bouncing, finally free from the confines of his dress pants. The tip was red and angry, a bead of precum adorning the slit of his mushroom-like head. He was long, girthy, and I want nothing more than it inside of myself at this very moment.

Jungkook grips the base of his cock with his hand while he steps out of his pants, giving his shaft a few pumps up and down while I watch with an open mouth.

“I’ve dreamt of this moment for so long.” He confesses softly, reaching for me with his free hand. I inch closer to him, gliding my hands over his defined body, admiring his lithe, yet sturdy frame. My fingers hungrily trace every ridge, every contour of his golden torso. Jungkook was so warm, so wonderful, and I am slightly kicking myself for not giving into him sooner. “To have you,” he continues, kissing up the side of my neck. 

“Please.” I beg him again, eyes flickering back and forth between his. 

“Turn around.” He leans in to kiss me with passionate need. His lips molding into mine as I cling to him for more. I taste my essence on his tongue which makes me whimper into his strong hold. “I’m going to fuck you now, my love.”

Again, I don’t need to be told twice as he guides me to where he wants me, bending me at the waist so my fingers dig into the unkept sheets below, my backside open and exposed to him.

“So pretty for me.” I hear the grin in his deep rumble. Jungkook slaps my bottom, granting him a hiss to escape my throat. I whine when he does it softly several more times, making my head soar.

I hear him spit before I feel the extra saliva lubricant coat my backside, the cool of his juices combined with mine was driving me up a wall.

“Jungkook!” I gasp.

He groans when I call for him, pushing his fat head of a cock at my aching, empty hole, wanting him to finally join the two of us.

“Darling,” he sounds like he’s straining to hold back. “Baby, please, fuck!” He grunts, splitting my walls inch by agonizingly slowly. I moan as he stretches me wide, entering me like he owns me. 

He thrusts inside of me all the way with one snap of his hips suddenly. A cry leaves my lips along with a strangled one from the man inside of me. My eyes widen as I realize that he’s not going to go easy on me tonight, he’s going to fuck me on his terms. I was in for a wild ride this evening.

Jungkook leans the front of himself over my sticky back, pressing our heated flesh together more, growling to the outside shell of my ear, nipping the flesh under my lobe while sliding in and out of me with a brutal pace he’s set.

“Baby…” he moans in my ear, the deep purr vibrating throughout his body making my breathing hitch and sob. His hips snapping into mine with a rhythm, I swear, no human man could ever achieve. Liquid was flowing down my eyes as the push and pull of Jungkook slamming his giant cock into my velvet folds repeatedly already had me tearing the sheets in two with my nails.

“Jung! Ah! Kook!”

Seokjin glides his hand over his cock from above the bed, matching the rhythm Jungkook’s hips produce, enjoying the wonderful show. 

I gasp this over and over like a prayer falling from my lips. My eyes are squeezed shut, my body hot with the raw purpose to feel Jugnkook inside of my heated center. His cock pushes in and out of me at a fevered pace, making my vision blur, seeing far too many white stars.

My brain is fuzzy as he hits the spot inside of me that blinds me, pleasure swimming in my veins. My third climax was surely on the way. 

“Baby,” Jungkook grunts, one of his arms snaking up my torso, his long fingers finding one of my bouncing breasts. He starts pinching my erect nipple, holding on to me tighter as we slide back and forth off of one another.

My coil was wound so tight, I don’t know if I’d be able to last much longer. Especially not with Jungkook’s fingers attaching to my hardened nipple, his lips to the crook of my neck, and his cock slamming in and out of my clenching middle with a fevered need.

He bucks into me faster, my walls clamping down on him, my coil about to pop, about to burst forth again. I can’t hold myself up any longer, my legs shaking violently. My knuckles are turning white with how hard I am clawing at the heart patterned sheets.

“Jungkook! I-“ I mewl, but I don’t get to finish my thought. 

In a split second, Jungkook pulls out of my middle, flipping me over and letting me fall onto my back so I could be face to face with him. Jungkook climbs on top of me quickly, wanting to resume his feverish pace immediately, hunger and need in his amber gaze. He settles between my legs, pushing himself back into my slicked out center easily, restarting from where he last left off.

I gasp when he enters me, clinging to his shoulders, holding him while the lewd squelching noises in the room continue to grow, faster, louder. He grips onto my hips, guiding me at a blinding speed I didn’t know he could achieve. Is he a victim of the devil as well?

Sweat was pouring off our bodies, my brain unable to produce a sane thought as he grunts and moans my name, his red orbs never leaving my face as he rockets his cock into my folds like it was his job.

It happens again, the very right feeling deep inside of my body, the one that makes me grit my teeth, that makes me see hundreds of tiny white stars.

“Jung! Kook~!” I scream into the quiet room, tears flowing from my hues as I card my fingers through his blonde strands, trying to make a purchase on his roots.

My hands travel down his backside as he snarls, “I’m going to make you my wife! Not some wannabe from the Northside!” Jungkook huffs, his movements slowing down, one of his thumbs finding my folds again, circling my aching clit in hurry - a stark contrast to earlier. “I’m going to claim you as my own.”

Seokjin smiles like he’s just won the lottery, masturbating to the sight of both his clients intertwined, fucking onto each other with unbridled lust. He comes then watching his new toy’s back arch, breasts in the air, Jungkook’s frame pounding into her with hungry trepidation. 

I grab onto the ample flesh of his bottom, feeling the world come tumbling around myself once more. Letting my body shake and quake on top of the sheets, my third orgasm taking me by force. I feel complete - feel whole for some reason. I am so completely taken aback with the storm rippling through my body in pleasureful tremors, one right after the other, I cannot even begin to breathe properly.

He lets a feral snarl rip through his body as he pumps into my leaking middle a few more times, my whole being consumed by Jungkook. He leans over me, sucking my neck colors of purples and dark reds and I scream as his cock swells inside of my velvet walls, releasing his own essence into my womb, holding him there like a vice grip as he spurts his seed deep inside of me.

Once our highs come to a close, I run my fingers through his hair, his throbbing cock still joined inside of my middle. We both pant, holding the other for dear life, finally together, and fulfilled with one other. Jungkook kisses along my jaw, moaning my name, telling me what an amazing baby doll I am as his cock finally softens inside of my aching cunt.

“Bravo.” Seokjin claps as he walks down the wooden stairs. “You both did very well!” He chuckles darkly. I squeak in surprise. I forgot he was there and I scramble to cover myself with the soiled sheets. 

“Okay, Kim,” Jungkook says as he kisses my nose, pulling out and picking up my clothes and handing them to me. He dresses in his undergarments and dress pants quickly, buttoning them up as he turns to the man all in green. “You had your show.” I listen as I dress myself with haste, back turned to the two men. “I’ve done everything you’ve asked: invested the money overseas, gotten rid of the competition and family in this lovely city, got you a new “Alice”, and even let you watch us play ball. I think it’s time to set us free.”

“Yes,” the mad man snickers, darkness clouding his tone, “you both have served me well. But nobody is leaving my perfectly curated speakeasy.” 

I turn around and my heart is dropping to the floor. Shock is written all over Jungkook’s face as I clench my jaw in guilt. 

“But, I’m afraid you both made a deal with me, and I don’t give up my new toys so easily.” Seokjin caresses Jungkook’s face in his pale hand, while holding my gaze with a sense of gentle anger. “You can’t always get what you want. But hey, look on the bright side: at least you have each other.” 

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A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this trip down the rabbit hole! Likes and reblogs are very much appreciated! 

[sevendeadlymorons]

H-Hi. I Recently just started following you and love your writing and was wondering if it’s okay to request one? It’s Belphie with a tall male dominant MC where Belphie asked him to give him an back massage but it gets sexual, if that’s okay to ask?

Course it’s ok to request one! I’ll get right on it, I love this one :)

Naughty Masseur

Pairing: Belphegor x M!MC

Words: 1,717

NSFW // Smut // Vulgar Language

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Belphie normally gets pretty bad backs pains from the inhumane positions he gets himself into when he sleeps. Only last week you found him scrawled in bed with his arm slapped across his face and his leg half dangling out. So you honestly weren’t surprised when he came to you one day to ask for a massage.

It’s not the first time you’ve given him one, obviously, it’s actually pretty common for you two to spend some time alone and massage out the knots and strains in his shoulders and lower back; the satisfying crunch of you cracking his back always filling you with euphoria.

He soon sent you a text telling you he’s woken up and that you can come over, so you quickly hop off the bed and walk out your room, cracking your knuckles as you make your way through the corridor towards the attic where he’s more than likely fell back asleep again.

You finally make it to the room, the dim light from inside the room illuminating from underneath the door. You knock and walk in, greeted by his droopy smile and messy hair. He yawns as you sit down besides him to pull him into a cheek kiss, his arms instinctively wrapping around your neck to pull you down into a cuddle.

“What about the message you asked for?” You chuckle as he wraps his arms around your waist and kisses your nose and forehead.

“Almost forgot about that..” He replies, yawning once again and slowly letting go of you, allowing you to finally begin the message. You signal him to roll over by swirling your index finger around, a cheeky smile forming on your lips; Belphegor rolling his eyes playfully in response.

Telling Belphie to take his shirt off is something you normally never bother on doing as you can do the job perfectly fine with it on, but for once you wanted to try it with his shirt off. You lean down to grab his chin and pull his face to look at you, eying and pulling at his shirt. He raises his eyebrows but compromises anyway, slowly stripping off his shirt over his head and tossing it to the side.

“Happy now?” He flicks your head as your eyes scan over his back, a light blush forming over your cheeks.

“Very” You reply with a smile as your thumbs press against his lower back, forcing out a small groan from the demon. You straddle his legs, lifting yourself up a bit to press harder, waiting for something to click. You push harder and finally hear his back click; hearing him sigh in relief.

“That one felt great” He sighs again as he proceeds to laugh into his pillow. You lean down to kiss his neck, allowing your hands and fingers to run along his shoulder blades, feeling how tense he is. You laugh to yourself as you realise he’s just going to make himself even tenser after you’ve finished, and he’ll ask you for another one. But in truth, you didn’t mind, as it meant you could spend some quality time alone together, your hands pressed against his bare skin as they run up and down his shoulders and arms, caressing him and hearing the little sighs and groans of relief he makes. It almost made you feel... aroused...

You bite your lip and let your eyes wander over his toned back, taking in all the marks and muscles and admiring the way you could clearly see his muscular biceps with his head resting on his forearms. You travel your hands a little way down until they’re touching his lower spine, circling your thumbs until you felt him shudder under your fingers. You grip his back a little tighter and quickly push down, hearing that satisfying crack once again and hearing the even more satisfying groan escape from his lips.

You lean down carefully until you’re only a few inches away from his neck, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end as he feels your hot breath against his skin, but he doesn’t say anything.

Your breathing gets heavy as you feel your own arousal pooling in your gut at the mere sight of him. You’ve already lowered yourself onto his legs; your crotch firmly straddling him. You feel yourself getting hard and you can’t stop yourself from palming yourself, your other hand still pressed to his back and your thumb pressed deep into his skin like you’re getting ready to crack him once more, but you just sit there, your breathing heavy and your cheeks flustered. Your minds filled with dirty thoughts as you feel yourself getting harder at each stroke.

You shift slightly and rub yourself against his leg, trying to relieve yourself. You suddenly feel his calf tense up and he shifts too, lifting up his head slowly as he begins to realise what you were doing. He seemed like he was about to speak, but you covered his mouth, leaning over to kiss on his neck, leaving a few hickeys in the process and you feel him moan on your hand. He eyes you suspiciously, his hand curling round to caress your arm as you continue to grind slowly onto his leg, your erection prominent in your trousers and Belphie can now clearly feel your hard-on rubbing against his leg, your crotch almost touching his ass.

Your hands still pressed against his mouth as the other is now making its way between his legs, forcing them open to rub him slowly, still listening to the muffled sounds he’s making against your palm. His noises turn you on even more as you rub him harder, your lips attaching themselves to his skin to create large, purple bruises all over his neck and back causing him to squirm underneath you.

You take your hand away from his mouth and begin to desperately tug down his trousers, spreading his legs a bit and tugging his ass up so that he’s on all four and pressed against your crotch; rubbing your cock gently against him so he can feel just how hard you are. You press deeper into him and run your hands up and down his body, trailing them over his thighs and towards his cock, which was now erect as well and already dripping with pre-cum.

“Were you enjoying yourself that much?” You chuckle as you play with the cum on the tip of his dick, making him moan and gasp at the simple touch. He looks back at you and nods submissively, eyes begging you to fuck him already so he can feel your girthy length inside of him. You grind against him teasingly, listening to him whimper helplessly as he pushes into you. You grip his thigh and jerk him faster, feeling his legs tremble and his breathing hitch.

After finally having enough of teasing him, you start to unbuckle your trousers, hearing him get excited at the sound. Your cock springs up; taking it into your hand and rubbing it against his hole. You laugh at how submissive he’s being and stick your finger in your mouth then taking it out so it’s covered in your saliva. You push your finger into him and play with his asshole, listening to him pant and moan at the way your finger strokes his insides.

A few minutes later, you finally slip your finger out of him, his hole now stretched out and covered in your saliva. You grab your cock and position the head against his hole, pushing slowly into him until the tip is submerged and he’s begging you to put it all in. You grab his ass and stretch him out, as he asks, thrusting harshly into him until he’s filled with your throbbing length. He moans as you begin to pump in and out of him, your hands firmly pressed to his ass so you can easily slam into him harder.

“Does this feel good? Am I making you feel good?” You purr, your lips then pressed to his back as he shivers and cries out your name in response. You thrust into him harder, feeling his skin continuously slap against you as the bed hits the wall violently.

You smirk and lean down to his ear, your hands snaking up to pinch his nipples. “We’re in the attic you know... We can be as loud as we want...” You whisper seductively into his ear, giving his nipples a sharp pinch as he lets out a cry and a long moan, his hands gripping the pillows as he backs his ass into you simultaneously.

You could feel yourself getting closer to your climax, your thrusts getting messy and harder as Belphie continues to moan out your name in pleasure, his hand stroking himself in sync with you. He bites down on his pillow, enjoying the way you’re making him feel and loving the way you’re filling him up with your cock and leaving marks all over his body to claim him. He can’t stop himself from moaning your name, he’s yours. He belongs to you and only you. Nobody can make him feel this way but you.

You moan loudly as you empty yourself inside of him, your orgasm coming as a burst and sending shivers down your spine and legs. Jolting into him, you lean down to hug his chest, realising he’s already came before you as the bedsheets were covered in his sticky white cum; his tongue hanging out as he looks like he’s about to drop any second from exhaustion. You smile and kiss his nape, taking yourself out of him and watching your load dribble slowly down his leg and splat onto the sheets.

His body drops as he falls asleep, the soft snores coming from the sleepy demon before you echoing around the room peacefully. You smile, a light blush still on your cheeks as you stare down at him, reaching over to grab a stray towel to wipe him down with, then positioning yourself down next to him and wrapping your arms around him, pulling him closer to your body. You see a cheeky smile pop up on his lips as you kiss his nose and a very sleepy ‘thanks’ leave his lips.

[tarisilmarwen]

RobStar Week 2021, Day 5 - Home

(Welcome to part two of “I’ll give myself everything I want that DC won’t”.

That’s right, more self-indulgent fluff.)

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His cable line swished softly through the wide palm leaves as he set feet down on the front porch.  The wood creaked under his boots.  Nightwing released the tension, allowing his grapple line to wind back into its casing, and stretched out his arms, working out the kinks before stowing his gadget.

His hand flipped open a different pouch in his belt, fingers searching a moment, before producing a very ordinary-looking housekey.

He fit the key into the lock of the front door and turned it with a gentle click, carefully swinging the door open.

The early morning predawn light gathering behind him slanted across the floor, illuminating the homey interior, the crisp white-wicker chairs of the living room, the plush cushions, the mounted Tamaranian blades on the wall.

Nightwing gave a contented sigh as he shut the door, undoing his utility belt and hanging it and his key on the hooks next to the doorframe.  He pulled off his boots and set them off to the side, then crossed the room to the staircase, snagging an orange from the fruit bowl on the kitchen bar as he passed.

He peeled it idly with his fingers as his feet made soft crunches on the carpeted steps.  The staircase opened to a wide landing with a pair of hallways; he stopped first in the bathroom on the near right, turning on the faucet and splashing his face to wipe off the grime and sweat of the night.

He deposited the orange peel in the roots of the potted snarful plant on the counter before stepping back out and making his way towards the bedrooms.

He paused at the first doorway, leaning against the frame and looking in with a fond expression.  A pair of dark-haired heads were peeking out of the quilted blankets atop the guest bed, a plastic bowl of popcorn on the nightstand and the slowly spinning screensaver on the screen of the TV on the dresser indicating they'd fallen asleep watching a movie.

Nightwing smiled warmly, drinking in the sight.  The white chiffon curtains fluttered slightly in the ocean breeze drifting in from the wide east windows, and he could just barely see the sun beginning to come up over the horizon.

He munched on his orange as he proceeded on down the hall, slipping quietly into the master bedroom.

Kory stirred a little as he opened the door, murmuring softly from her place sprawled across the bed, red hair spread on the pillow, her robe half-fastened and her slinky nightdress askew.  Nightwing swallowed his pieces of orange and peeled off his mask and shirt, grinning as he slipped under the covers to join her.

She gave a happy purr, shifting to face him and curling her arms around his bare back, her skin warm against his.

"You are late," she said in a murmur.

"Bit of a problem with the local gangbangers down at the cannery," he explained.  "They'd hired some extra muscle.  Super-strong, very grumpy."  He shrugged.  "Nothing I couldn't handle."

She chuckled, pressing a kiss to his nose and snuggling into him.  "Any injuries?" she asked.

"Minor cuts here and there.  Some bruising."

"I will attend to them once I have showered and sunbathed," she promised.  "Will you require much sleep?"

Sleep was sounding very good right now, actually, he thought, winding his fingers into her hair and feeling the soft pillow and cool sheets lulling him, his eyelids drooping.

"Couple hours," he said, fighting back a yawn.  "Then I'll be good.  Kids'll be up soon, don't let them get breakfast without me.  I promised to make them waffles."

Smooth orange legs entwined around his.  "I will wake you when it is time," she whispered against his neck.

Dick relaxed, letting the tension ease out of his body, letting the distant sound of the waves fill his head with steady white noise.  The soft bamboo sheets were lighter than the heavy cottons of his room in Wayne Manor, more comfortable than the utilitarian linen of his bed at Titans Tower.  He would always have a place there, he knew, but this?  This was where he truly belonged.

In the arms of his wife, with the sea breeze drifting in through the windows, whispering gentle promises of a sunny morning, he fell quickly fast asleep.

[forthehpfanboys]

Admirable

Pair: Harry Potter x Reader; he/him.

Summary: Harry convinces you that you’re worth it.

Warnings: Kinda Smutty (MDI), kinda fluffy, swears.

Fluff Prompt 21 and Smut Prompt 44: “Say one more bad thing about yourself! I dare you! Go on! Do it and I’ll give you the biggest fucking hug!” and “I wish you could see just how beautiful you are.” 

~DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE~

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Harry strolled out of class, happy for it to finally be over. The bickering of his friends had him rolling his eyes so hard he wondered if they’d pop out of his skull. Personally, he didn’t care enough to argue over the importance of stirring a potion in the correct direction, so he left them be. He looked behind him, noting how Ron and Hermione were still packing their stuff while chewing each other out, before looking down the hall to the many students heading to their next classes. That was when he noticed the figure on the floor through the reflection of his glasses. 

You were sitting on the floor, across the hall from the entrance to the classroom. His green eyes followed your gaze, which was casted down to your hands that were fiddling with the sleeves of your robe. Harry found himself wondering what caused you to sit on the cold tiles of the dungeon, clearly battling with the thoughts plaguing your head. He knew you had a free period while he had potions, so it must’ve happened within that free time.

When Harry turned to his friends, who had stopped bickering at this point and stood just beside him, they gave him an understanding nod, to which he returned with a soft smile and a wave. The pair hurried off to give you guys your space, both hoping you were ok. So, with a deep breath, Harry took the last few steps to stand in front of you and sat down to your right. When you didn’t look up, he reached out for one of your hands and separated your hand from your sleeve and held it gently.

“Love? Are you ok?” Harry asked, a soft grin on his face. He didn’t want to be too intrusive, but he knew something was up. He let out the breath through his nose when you looked at him. He noticed the puffiness of your eyes and the redness of your nose.

“Yeah, I’m good. Just um,” you paused to lick over your lips, “Malfoy starting stuff, like usual. I’m fine.” Your voice was nasally. You’d been crying. Harry gripped your hand harder when he realized you’d been alone when you were at your most vulnerable.

“That’s why the weasel wasn’t in class.” Harry grumbled to himself. He gently gripped your chin with his other hand and began looking for any cuts, bruises or hints of damage to your profile. “He didn’t touch you, did he? Merlin, if he did, I’ll kill him.”

You couldn’t help but give him a small smile. He was always protective of you. He loved you, he needed you and longed for the day the two of you could be safe and happy and sharing an apartment somewhere and getting a dog and-

“No, no. He didn’t touch me, Harry.” You gently pulled his hand from your chin to plant a soft kiss against his palm that made his heart flutter in his chest and a blush to spread across his cheeks. 

“Then what did he do?” Harry tilted his head, but immediately regretted it when his hair fell into his eyes. He tried to shake it out of the way, but stopped when you reached up to move it for him.

“Just started talking shit. Said I was worth less than the gum on the floor of muggle bathrooms, said you deserved better than a mudblood.” You shrugged like it was no big deal. “Said the Chosen One should be with someone of a worthy status and that you’re wasting time on someone as low as me. It just got me thinking.”

Harry’s eyebrow twitched during your short story. His hand not holding yours clenched tight enough his dull nails dug into his palms and his knuckles turned white.

“Thinking what?” He hoped his voice didn’t give way to his frustration, but it still managed to show it’s way in. He dug his teeth into his bottom lip when your eyebrows furrowed together. He didn’t want to make you feel worse. He swallowed thickly when you hesitated to answer.

“Thinking he might be right. I mean- I’m no one, Harry. Why do you love me? I’m not the brightest, or the funniest, or anything special.” You leaned your head back against the rough bricks of the dungeon, ignoring how it caught and tugged on your hair. You chewed on the inside of your cheek before continuing. “I mean, even Malfoy has better grades than I do, and if that twat can ace deviation, I’m fuc-” Before you could finish, Harry all but exploded.

“Say one more bad thing about yourself! I dare you! Go on! Do it and I’ll give you the biggest fucking hug!” Harry shouted, his finger jabbing into your chest. This fucker was challenging you and it managed to lighten your mood a smidgen. You looked between his finger and his challenging eyes. “No, don’t you dare!” He shouted when you slowly opened your mouth to say something.

“Mr. Potter! Would you like to explain why you are shouting in front of my classroom?”

Harry looked up at Snape, blinking dumbly a few times before he responded.

“Well, for starters, they don’t exactly keep chairs in the hallways, so we must sit on the floor, professor.” He spoke smugly while you hid a laugh behind your hand. “And I’m only shouting because it’s necessary. My boyfriend doesn’t quiet understand he’s the best thing that has every happened to me and it’s hurting my feelings.”

“I could not care less about the complications of your relationship, Potter, but must I give you another detention for your insufferable lip necessary?” Snape raised an eyebrow at the silence. “I thought not. Please leave my classroom alone and handle your,” his nose crunched up, ”love life else were.” He shut the door behind him dramatically as he turned and returned to his classroom, flinging the door shut behind him. 

“Arse.” Harry muttered, standing up. He held a hand out to you after dusting himself off. Once you took it, he helped you stand up. The noirette wrapped an arm around your waist as he led you down the hall. “Seriously though, don’t focus on what Malfoy said. He’s got less brain cells than the boulder holding up Hagrid’s hut.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the comparison and lean into his side. You slid your hand through the opening of his robe so you could rest your hand against his rear as you walked side by side.

“You’re not wrong, hun.” You said, giving his butt a few playful taps before wiggling your hand into his back pocket. You didn’t have to look at him to know he was gawking at you. A satisfied grin stretched across your lips.

“Oh, so you’re feeling better, yeah?” Harry’s sassy tone had you breaking out into a fit of giggles again. “Then how about we head up my dorm? We could do a bit of snuggling or snogging-”

“Why does British slang always involve an s?”

“Hush! I’m trying to be romantic!” Harry whined, bumping his hip against yours. You were worried for a second you’d actually pissed him off, but his beaming smile countered his whiny tone easily. With a roll of his eyes, he continued. “I could show you how much I just- I adore you.” 

“Yeah, that isn’t cheesy at all.” You sassed, your eyes rolling dramatically. Before long, the two of you passed by the dinning hall and straight up the moving staircases to the Gryffindor common room. You spoke the password, barely giving the women in the portrait a second to begin her famous rants. 

Once you stepped in, Harry grabbed your wrist, tugging you against him and slamming his lips against yours. His hand cupped your cheek gently, a stark contrast to the way he nipped at your lip, not caring who saw. You fell into the kiss easily, much like you always did. Your arms wrapped around his waist while he slowly backed you up against the wall just in front of the stairs.

Your hands gripped solely onto his school robes when his hips began to grind into yours. A hum vibrated between your lips before his tongue managed to slip between your teeth. He could feel your cheeks heating up from the very, very short distance and, after dominating your mouth with his tongue, he slowly pulled back. 

His emerald eyes ran along your now swollen lips and half lidded eyes and lazy grin. He reached up, gently swiping his thumb along your lips to wipe the saliva away from the messy kiss. 

“Are you feeling better?” Harry smiled when you nodded your head and planted a soft kiss against the pad of his thumb before taking it into your mouth. The Chosen One shivered when your tongue slid against his skin. “Godric, I wish you could see just how beautiful you are.” His voice was a lazy purr, his eyes getting darker the longer he watched you have your fun. “Come on, let’s head up so I can show you.”

[flowesona]

catnip - yandere! hybrid yoongi x reader

“Just stay here for me, okay Yoongi?” The hybrid nodded, even if he was still shivering slightly. He’d freaked out seeing where they were parked, crying about her adopting someone else.

His emotional reaction had tugged at (Y/N)’s heartstrings to no end. She was starting to second guess her decision, but it was the right thing to do. 

“Be back soon.” Yoongi nodded, still sniffling slightly as he curled up in the car seat, letting her climb out and close the door gently behind her.

The shelter still smelt strongly of disinfectant. He’d complained about the smell one night to her, humming about how glad he was he would never have to spend another night there. The thought of him finding out how he was wrong was heartbreaking, yet (Y/N) pushed on, right up to the reception desk where the same kind faced volunteer was typing away.

“Hi?” She spoke up timidly. The young woman glanced up, beaming.

“Ah, Miss (L/N)! Just in time! I was going to call you to ask how you two were getting along. Is Yoongi settling in alright?” 

“Well, that’s the thing. Yoongi doesn't seem to be very… comfortable.” (Y/N) posited, fidgeting slightly. “He got in a fight with one of the neighbour’s hybrids about a week ago. Left him quite injured. And I don’t want to risk such an incident recurring.”

That was the best way to describe the incident. She’d left Yoongi with her neighbour’s fellow cat hybrid whilst she had a cup of coffee and a catch up with him, only to hear a loud ruckus a few minutes later and discover the two in a serious scuffle, both ending up with serious scratches on their arms. When she’d taken Yoongi home, apologising to her neighbour profusely all the while, she interrogated him on why he did it, only to have her reprimands shrugged off as Yoongi chose instead to weep about how he felt so lonely whenever she wasn’t in the room.

That’s not to say that Yoongi was a demonic hybrid. Compared to the horror stories she’d heard from her friends about hybrids attacking their owners or destroying their homes, Yoongi was practically a saint. He provided pleasant company, always happy to curl up with her as she talked about her day or laying his head on her lap so that she would scratch behind his ears in a way that made him practically purr in delight. But the bad moments stood out more than the positive ones, and (Y/N) wasn’t sure she could cope with the irregularity of his moods.

All in all, he was nearly the perfect companion. But she didn’t want to give up her friendship with her neighbour, and the fear that she couldn’t provide enough emotional support was pushing her to help him find a new owner.

“Really? He never showed that kind of behaviour with his previous family. Are you sure it wasn’t just a simple disagreement that escalated on both sides?” The receptionist frowned, her hand resting on the computer mouse.

“There was another occasion. He attacked a human yesterday. My brother.”

Like the last time, she had no idea what happened. Her brother had just dropped by to greet her as he was in town, but when she’d gone to get him a glass of water, she heard them talking. All of a sudden she heard a yelp, as if someone was in pain, and when she returned her brother was halfway out the door. 

“Get that mutt of yours put down. He’s no good.” Was all he said before slamming the door in her face. She’d tried to pry what happened out of Yoongi, but once again he cried to her about being unloved. Rather than feeling pity for his feelings, she felt irritated beyond all else that he was refusing to take the blame for wounding her brother. 

Ultimately, to (Y/N) blood was thicker than water, which led her to the adoption center to see about relocating Yoongi.

“I see. We’ll have him assessed to see if he’s a threat to any other humans, and I’m very sorry that happened to your family. Did you bring him here with you?” The receptionist finally started to tap away at her computer, leaving (Y/N) with a bittersweet feeling.

“Yes. He’s in the car.” 

“Okay. If you want to say goodbye and bring him in here? And if you ever miss him you can always call us and we’ll tell you how he’s doing.” The young woman gave (Y/N) a kind smile. 

Each step felt like she was wading through glue. She was scared about what would happen, about how Yoongi would feel. No doubt, he wouldn’t react well to the news considering how just being in the area of his old accommodation was enough to trigger a meltdown.

“Yoongi? How are you feeling?” She slid into the driver's seat. He lifted his head briefly to meet her eyes.

“Who were you talking to?” He asked, cocking his head to one side. A seemingly innocent question sent shivers down her spine, though she wasn’t sure why. Yoongi was good, he just didn’t get along with the people around her right?

“There’s someone who wants to check up on you. You need to come inside the building with me, okay?” The little white lie hurt to say, as she held out her hand for him to take. Yoongi looked apprehensive, but when she gave him a nod of encouragement he reached out to take it.

She would miss the way his warm hand felt curled around hers. Especially when, late into the evenings when he thought she was asleep, he’d snuggle his cheek into her hand for comfort, falling asleep quickly in her hold.

Yoongi was becoming more tense as they entered, wincing at the strong smell and pressing his face into her shoulder, as he’d done a few times when there was strong thunder and lightning.

She made eye contact with the receptionist, to let her know she should get a keeper to help take him away.

“Yoongi, you’re a very good boy aren’t you?” She said softly, feeling him nod as he stayed clung to her back.

“The people here are going to take good care of you, aren’t they? I want you to stay strong for me.”

He froze.

“What do you mean? (Y/N), you’ll stay with me whilst they help me right?” Yoongi’s breathing was getting heavier, his eyes widening in terror.

(Y/N) didn’t reply, wanting nothing more than to keep lying but not having the guts to do so.

“I don’t want to stay here. Please, can’t we go home? I’m a good boy, I swear!” It was just as bad as she expected. Luckily, two of the keepers had arrived just in time.

The second Yoongi was separated from (Y/N) by another human, he became fully hysterical.

“Let go of me! No! Don’t you dare take me away from her!” He cried out, thrashing against the hold of the keepers.

“He’ll be absolutely fine, Miss. No need to worry.” One of the keepers panted, trying their best to keep the now feral Yoongi, who was hissing and scratching at them.

(Y/N) turned her back on the chaos, trying not to feel guilty as she heard the cries grow fainter and fainter. 

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By the position of the moon in the night sky, Yoongi could tell it had hit midnight. He’d spent the afternoon and most of the evening pacing his room, with the same old white walls and tiny window. He’d tried to break the glass, but his hands were no match for the triple glazed glass.

But the heartache he felt from losing (Y/N) was worse than any pain some bruised knuckles could cause. He’d been scared that he was pushing it. The first few times that he played the victim after lashing out, she seemed to forgive him. But it was her brother that had been the straw that broke the camel’s back - all Yoongi had done was try to suggest that her brother shouldn’t return to their apartment as he clearly wasn’t needed, and (Y/N)’s sibling had been completely unreasonable in rejecting the idea. But when he’d tried gaining her sympathy after the matter, she evidently didn’t believe him, thus he was dumped.

Even if he’d initially been angry at (Y/N) for leaving him, that emotion didn’t stick around for long. The sick “love” he’d developed for her triumphed anything she could ever do. He had to be by her side, to protect her from any man that might try to corrupt her - that was his new purpose in life, and there was no way he could let the pound keep him from that.

With newfound will, he slammed his body into the door of his room. The lock rattled, but didn’t budge. He slammed into it again, and then a final time to see the bolt shattering. 

Yoongi didn’t even wait to catch his breath, hurrying through the halls with nimble feet and light breath. Even in his tantrum earlier he’d been taking in the layout of the building, so he could find his way back. 

Fortunately, this paid off as he was able to get to the reception, meaning he was so close he could practically feel the warmth of (Y/N)’s bed again. Unfortunately, he was not alone. There was a security guard at the reception desk, yawning and sipping a piping cup of coffee. When he saw the escaping hybrid he reached for something on his belt only for Yoongi to pounce first, knocking him to the ground. The frustration inside Yoongi built up, this man being the sole obstacle in his journey to find (Y/N), and before he knew quite what he was doing his sharp fingernails had tore the guard’s throat out, leaving him to choke on his own blood. 

Seeing the pathetic human reaching for a phone, presumably to call the other security guard for help, Yoongi snatched it far out of reach and crushed the guard’s hand underneath his foot with a satisfying crunch. As a final gesture Yoongi spat on him, smirked, and snatched up the keys.

Once he was outside, locking the door behind him, Yoongi was elated. He just had to find a way back to his home, and even if his head was too messed up to think of the directions, his heart could guide the way. Navigating the dark city streets, ducking into corners when he saw people knowing that he could be busted at any second, all whilst racking his brains for the directions to the apartment. If only he’d left the comfort of home more often, he wouldn’t be in such a tough situation.

Finally, he started to recognise the area he was in. Even better, he was starting to pick up her scent, until finally he found himself outside of their apartment block.

He knew where he was now, and he couldn’t help but to dash up the stairs, not caring about the noise, until he found her apartment. There, after trying the doorknob only to find it locked, he rapped on the door continuously, until finally it opened for him.

He launched himself into (Y/N)’s arms upon seeing her, leading to her stumbling back in shock and ending up on the floor. Yoongi just laughed in delight.

“I’ve missed you so much, (Y/N). Never let them take me like that again, okay?”